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a/n: this is not something I usually post but I’m addicted to my pookie theodore like your honor this is my husband >:(

MDNI!

theodore nott x viewer

TWITTER LINKS THAT SHOW P()RN‼️

I DON’T OWN THESE VIDEOS/I DIDNT MAKE THEM

riding bf!theo after an exam bc he’s so stressed :’(

theo worshipping your body bc he’s a great bf

good morning

fucking you on your childhood bed

he’s so sensitive (my personal favorite😍)

one night stand with your enemy (you’re gonna come back to him)

he loves your tits

making out PASSIONATELY with your “best friend” theo

theo fucks you with your slytherin skirt on

italy trip together ;)

“sit on my face.”

trying something new

rival!theo caught you flirting w/ someone else at the party

stop he loves you so so much <33

see the kinktober prompts i used here!

day 1: face sitting- anthony bridgerton

day 2: against a wall- newt (tmr)

day 3: exhibitionism- lucius malfoy

day 4: role reversal- aaron hotchner

day 5: uniforms- cheerleader!reader x stepdad!james potter

day 6: food play- sirius black x puppy hybrid!reader

day 7: object insertion- doctor!anthony

day 8: formal wear- guard!remus x princess!reader

day 9: angry sex- haymitch abernathy

day 10: gagging- sheriff hassan

day 11: sleepy sex- thomas (tmr)

day 12: thigh riding- fred weasley

day 13: sensory deprivation- loki laufeyson

day 14: swallowing- finnick odair

day 15: gun play- bucky barnes

day 16: accidental stimulation- peter parker

day 17: pegging- ginny weasley

day 18: sex work/prostitution- fred and george

day 19: impact play- aaron hotchner

day 20: anal- sirius black

day 21: a/b/o- remus lupin

day 22: size difference- remus lupin x fairy!reader

day 23: squirting- benedict bridgerton

day 24: hunter/prey- remus lupin

day 25: titty fucking- ron weasley

day 26: cock ring- poly!marauders

day 27: training- newt (tmr) and puppy hybrid!reader

day 28: whipping- loki laufeyson

day 29: period sex- wanda maximoff

day 30: praise kink- father paul

day 31: piss kink- lucius malfoy

Kinktober for Billy & Stu [2023]

Updated: October 13, 2023 !Incomplete!

Day 1: Hunter/Prey- Billy Loomis Day 2: Sensory Deprivation- Stu Macher Day 3: Knife Play- Billy Loomis Day 4: Bondage- Stu Macher Day 5: Edging- Billy Loomis Day 6: Mirror- Stu Macher Day 7: Thigh Riding- Billy Loomis Day 8: Dom/Sub - Billy Loomis Day 9: Degrading - Stu Macher & Billy Loomis Day 10: Breeding Kink- Stu Macher & Billy Loomis Day 11: Body Worship - Stu Macher Day 12: Cock Warming- Billy Loomis Day 13: Intoxication/Substance Use- Billy Loomis Day 14: Somnophilia- Billy Loomis Day 15: CNC- Billy Loomis Day 16: Mask/Anonymous Sex -Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 17: Blowjobs/Handjobs- Stu Macher & Billy Loomis Day 18: Temperature Play- Stu Macher Day 19: Make Up Sex- Billy Loomis Day 20: Hate-fucking- Billy Loomis Day 21: Shower Sex- Stu Macher Day 22: Biting/Brusing/Marks- Biily Loomis & Stu Macher Day 23: [Tricked] Threesome- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 24: Voyeurism- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 25: Recording- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 26: Dumbification- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 27: Jealous Sex- Billy Loomis Day 28: Brat Taming- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher Day 29: Sex Toys- Stu Macher Day 30: Gun Play- Stu Macher Day 31: Blood Play -Billy Loomis

!EXTRA!

Cheating- Billy Loomis & Stu Macher [Separate]

hi!! i adore your blog and thought of just making my first request :) sorry for not giving as much detail, i just need this trope fulfilled somehow 😭

can i please have a (very long if you could, i’m starved) gf!ethan landry x hot!popular!bff!reader? where ethan is very lowk about his friendship with reader because he doesn’t want to draw attention (jealousy etc, whatever reason you want!).

while in the party ethan asks the group where reader is because he’s concerned, and everyone is just laughing at him because they don’t believe they have any sort of relation? i’m not really sure how i want this to continue but i’d like some soft taking care of reader-smut? soft to only reader but mean gf to everyone else ethan? If you’re able to do this thank you so so much <333

hii! i’m sorry, you requested this a while ago😫 hope you like it!

yours to keep — ethan landry

word count: 2,037

pairing: gf!ethan landry x popular!fem!reader

summary: ethan helps his popular, hot best friend relax in a bathtub at a frat party.

warnings: smut (p in v, dirty talking, unprotected sex)

THE FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN ETHAN AND Y/N WAS SOMETHING COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED FOR THEM. It all started with a Econ assignment they had been forced to do together. At the beginning, they both groaned internally when they heard the teacher had paired them up.

Ethan had the reputation of being a mean moody guy with the face of an angel—basically the nightmare dressed like a daydream. And Y/N was Blackmore’s golden girl—hot, beloved, popular, smart and beyond sweet. Ethan used to call that bullshit, he thought Y/N was just a popular, hot, bratty rich girl who got high marks because his daddy payed a few extra hundred dollars to the teachers.

She couldn’t have been proven him more wrong. Y/N was such a sunshine that she was able to melt the psychotic murderer’s heart. Since the first day they got together for their project, he was impressed by her kind smile, patience and intelligence. Ethan couldn’t get himself to keep his poker face around her for more than ten minutes, and instead she was gifted with smiles literally no one had ever been able to see and sweet touches he wouldn’t dare to show anyone else.

It wasn’t until she met Ethan that Y/N realized how lonely she had been. She was always surrounded by people, that was something that came with popularity, but so did falseness. None of those supposed friends were interested in her well-being, they were just interested in upgrading their position in the social pyramid. And Y/N had always been okay with that, because at least she wasn’t alone. Or that’s what she thought before Ethan barged into her life and showed her how nice having someone to lean on—both in your best or worst times—was.

And Ethan felt the exact same way. When Richie died, his days turned a depressing shade of grey, and his once happy home became a void house with void people exisiting in it. Until Y/N walked into his dorm that day for the assignment and painted his days with colors he had been searching for since his brother’s death.

Y/N Y/L/N was Ethan Landry’s kryptonite. There was absolutely no one that came before her, and there was absolutely nothing Ethan wouldn’t do for her. Nothing. He would kill for her, or worse, go to parties he absolutely despised, with people he absolutely despised, just to make sure nothing happened to her. He didn’t trust frat boys, especially in places where alcohol was present.

stalker

Ethan couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the text Y/N sent him. His eyes found hers across the room, and she sent a playful smile his way.

not stalking. just keeping an eye on u

that sounds exactly like stalking, stalker

btw, you look so hot in your leather jacket and your scowl

do u always flirt with people u think r stalking u?

cause then we will need to have a little chat, cause thats worrying

nope. my flirting is reserved for my fav (and only!!!) stalker <3

right answer 😉

now, go have fun. i’ll take care of u

like always, eth. that’s why i love you💖

God, didn’t he love when she sweet talked to him. Ethan could survive with only her compliments, that’s all he needed in his life.

He cared for Y/N with his whole being, and he didn’t know what he would do if something happened to her, which is why he went on a full panic mode when he lost sight of her.

Ethan couldn’t stand the people in Y/N’s group—they were always trying to please her, but didn’t have an ounce of genuine care for the girl—, yet he needed to know where she was so he forced himself to walk towards them.

“Hey, do you know where Y/N went?” Ethan asked in a neutral tone, sour look on his face.

The five people standing in front of him shared a quick glance and let out a laugh, making Ethan’s barely non-existence patience vanish. “Why would we tell you that? It’s none of your business.” one of the guys said, looking at him with a disgusted expression.

Right. Their friendship was a secret they had been keeping for months. Y/N always said she didn’t care about his unpopularity or his reputation of being an insufferable teacher’s pet with temper problems, but Ethan didn’t want to affect Y/N’s image—or that was the best excuse he could come up with.

Truth was, Ethan didn’t want his sister and father to know about Y/N. He knew them, and was sure they would consider her a liability. They would think she was distracting him from their plan, and that would put her life at risk. And Ethan would rather die than allow them to lay a finger on his precious girl. So he convinced Y/N to hide their friendship.

“Just fucking tell me where she is.” Ethan clenched his jaw, and something so dark and scary flashed through his eyes that Y/N’s friends couldn’t help but shiver.

“She’s in the bathroom” one of her friends replied in a thin voice. Ethan gave them a nod and went to find his girl.

His fists were clenched on his sides, he was absolutely fuming. Those ‘friends’ of hers didn’t know if Ethan’s intentions were good or not, and yet one menacing look is all it took for them to give Y/N’s location away. They didn’t give a shit about her, and that made him burn in anger.

He found the only bathroom with a close door, so he knocked on the door hoping Y/N was there and okay.

“Go away!” he heard the unmistakable voice of his friend. Ethan opened the door slightly, catching her groan.

“It’s me” he spoke up. “Can I come inside?”

“I’m on the pill, so yeah” she joked. Her words amused him as much as they turned him on—just the thought of him buried deep inside her was too arousing.

“Funny” Ethan said as he entered the bathroom. Y/N was sitting inside the large tub, with her legs hanging from the edge. “What are you doing?”

“My head hurts and I’m tired of people talking and asking me to dance.” she replied. “Sit with me.”

“Don’t you want me to take you home?” Ethan asked sitting next to her in the cold marble surface.

The sides of their bodies were pressed against each other and Y/N rested her head on Ethan’s shoulder “No, I’m okay here.”

The boy set his hand on his friend’s thigh, drawing circles in the soft skin. She hummed in content, Ethan’s touch was the most relaxing thing she had ever known. “You like that?”

“Yeah” she nodded against his shoulder. “I just wanted to stop thinking about exams for a few hours, relax a bit, but a party was not a great choice. Should’ve stayed at home with you.”

“Tomorrow we’re just going to stay in bed watching movies” Ethan said, almost like an order. Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. “I’m hiding your textbooks, so you have no choice.”

Y/N laughed. “Thank you, Eth. I really need to de-stress”

And idea popped into his head, and before he could think about the consequences, he started to slowly descend his hand that had been placed on her mid thigh. Y/N’s breath hitched as he caressed her skin, very close to her, now throbbing, sex.

The aroused girl lift her head from Ethan’s shoulder to look at him, finding he had already been watching her with lustful eyes. “Is this okay?”

“It’s not enough” she whispered before moving his hand to the place between her thighs. The curly-haired boy let out a groan when his fingers brushed against her soaked panties.

“Are you going to let me take care of you? Help you take out all your stress? Cloud your mind and body with so much pleasure that you forget about everything but me?” his hot breath against her ear send electric waves to her pussy, and her hips moved against his hand trying to find friction. “Please answer me, baby.”

“Yes, Eth. I need you. I want you, wanted you for so long.” she grabbed him from the back of his neck to pull him down for a kiss. His chapped lips met her soft ones covered in gloss.

“Strawberry” muttered the boy, the fruity taste invading his mouth.

“Y’like it?” she questioned in a murmur.

“I’m obsess with it, I’m obsessed with you” he answered, dragging her thigh to the other side of his leg so that Y/N was straddling him. “You’re the prettiest girl in the world.”

“I love you, Eth.”

“I love you too, gorgeous” Ethan lifted up the hem of her black sparkly dress, and took it off at a painfully slow pace, leaving Y/N in only her panties. Her breasts, now fully uncovered and right in front of his face, made his mouth water. Ethan didn’t hesitate to capture one of her nipples in his mouth as he squeezed her other one with his big hand.

Y/N bit her lip, was it possible to cum just by the feeling of her breasts being estimulated? A few minutes ago, she would’ve said no, now she wasn’t so sure. Ethan’s hands and mouth did some kind of magic. But her heat was pulsing, demanding attention, so she directed her fingers towards her cunt. Pushing the lacy fabric aside, she started pleasuring herself.

Sensing the movements, Ethan looked down and his dick almost exploded in his pants. “Fuck, baby. Couldn’t you have waited five fucking minutes?”

“Sorry, Eth. It hurt”

He couldn’t pretend he was mad. The sight of her dream girl straddling his lap, with her nipple attached to his mouth, as she touched herself and moaned his name was more than he could’ve wished for.

“This is better than in my dreams” although that was exactly what he was thinking, he hadn’t been the one who said it. It came from her sweet swollen lips.

“You dream about me?” Ethan asked, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. Y/N watched with hungry eyes as he pulled his dick out of his boxers.

“Every night” she answered. Just one second after she inserted two fingers inside her, Ethan took them out to put them in his mouth, tasting her. “You’re so hot” Y/N whimpered. “Can I ride you?”

With mouth agape, he nodded. When Y/N sinked down on his length, he was sure he had reached heaven. Scratch that, he bet not even heaven felt that good. He wanted the sight of Y/N’s doe eyes getting glossy as she bounced on his dick tattooed on his mind. “Holy shit, it’s like you were made for me.”

“I’m so full, Eth. You’re so big” her hands squeezed his shoulders as she fastened her rhythm. His fingers gripped her hips so strongly he was sure it was going to leave marks. “I can feel all of you, oh my god.”

“You take me so fucking well, Y/N/N. Such a good girl for me.” he raised his hips, reaching her g-spot. Y/N squirmed and a scream left her mouth unintentionally. “Is that the spot, baby?”

“Ethan please, do it again” she begged, and he complied. “Just like that. I love you. Fuck. Want your cum inside me.”

“Fuck, yes. Do you enjoy being split apart by your best friend’s dick?” he moaned when he felt her clench around him.

His dirty talking encouraged her to ride him even faster. “Yes. Want you inside of me all the time.”

“Don’t worry, baby. From now on, I’m going to make sure you get what you need every day. I love you.”

“Love you” she moaned against his lips. “I’m coming.”

“Come all over my cock, make a mess for me.”

Y/N swirled her hips while Ethan raised his. Their lips connected in one sloppy kiss as the pleasure took over their bodies. Y/N’s shaky frame collapsed on Ethan’s chest. “You’ve officially ruin other men for me.”

“You really think there are going to be other men? How sweet. You’re mine, Y/N.” he growled, and she knew she was absolutely ready for round two.

Y/N smiled and pressed her lips on his sweaty forehead. “Just yours.”

Me, with my siblings 24/7 for no reason:

Also we, when our mother came into the room:

Calling all Lost boys and girls, Check out if you haven’t The Lost Boys Ai.

obsessed … part three

part two

ethan landry x fmreader

page: maybe you shouldn’t have picked up that call, or chose to play that game. but there’s no backing out now, even if ethan’s requests…escalate

content warning: knife play; SMUT; making out (ofc); dub con; sexual ‘simon says’ game; possessive ethan

“Simon says…touch your knees.” Ghostface—Ethan—says through the phone.

You scoff, bending slightly down to touch your knee. “Both of them. Put me on speaker.”

You do as he says, resting your phone on the kitchen bench. To a neighbour you probably looked stupid, touching your knees in your kitchen.

“How many rounds?” You ask, awaiting his next request.

“Until I get bored.” Ghostface answers, as you clench your teeth. “Simon says, take off your jacket.”

You remove your jacket, resting it beside your phone, as you lean against the counter. “I’m going to easily win this, Ethan.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” He chuckles. “Simon says, tie your hair up—in a ponytail.”

You shake your head in confusion, but do so, wrapping your hair tie around your hair. “You're gonna get bored easily.”

“Will I?” He probes. “Simon says, turn off the lights.”

You narrow your eyes.

“Chickening out?”

You scoff, turning to the large light-switch, flicking down. You get enveloped in darkness, with the exception of the moon shining outside. “Good.” Ghostface speaks as you walk back to your phone.

“Simon says, grab a knife.”

You halt. “What?”

“Simon says. Grab. A. Knife” Ghostface repeats. You gulp. Ethan said he didn’t want to kill you. God, he wasn’t gonna make you kill yourself…was he? You wouldn’t do it, obviously. But still, it’s hard to think of Ethan as someone so sadistic.

You walk to your knife block, picking out a reasonably large one. You spare a chuckle. “Are we going to spar?”

“I’m not in your apartment.” He responds. “Yet.”

You suck in a breath. “Alright, next request.” You're feeling stupidly assured. And you’ll soon realise how stupid your assurance is.

“Simon says, go to your room.”

You grab your phone as you make your way through your dark house. “You’re not in there…are you?”

“Wow, you really don’t listen to a word I say.” Ghostface says, as you reach your doorway, you reach to flick the lightswitch when he stops you. “Keep it off.”

It's probably better this way. Easier to imagine that this isn’t happening at all. You walk further in. “Shut the door.”

You continue, ignoring his request. “Simon says, shut the door.” Ghostface reiterates impatiently. You hold back a smirk as you rere back to shut your bedroom door.

“This is a game, Ethan. Not just you ordering me around.”

“Mm,” Ghostface hums slowly. “Simon says,” He bites out. “Sit on your bed, facing the door.”

You hold down your questions of confusion, as you slowly take a seat, rubbing your hands down your jeans, as you keep the knife placed beside you. “Ethan, what's the point of this—”

“Feel free to back out. But that means you don’t win.” You knew he was baiting you, manipulating you, but you needed to win. You sit straighter, trying to appear more confident. You had to have the group's own knowledge of Ethan, before he hurt any of them.

“Next request.”

Ethan is smirking on the other line, excited for what was to come next. You were just so committed to helping your friends, such an admirable quality. But how far would you go for them?

“Simon says…take off your shirt.”

There's a moment of silence as a thought you stupidly hadn’t thought of hits you. It was idiotic to think Ethan wouldn’t use this game to his advantage. He had kissed you—three times now. You take a breath, before lifting the hem of your loose top. You hear a small, almost inaudible intake of breath on the other line. You're still in your bra, of course. It’s like you're wearing a bikini top…just more lacy, you think to yourself.

“Alright—”

“Take off your bra.” Ghostface—Ethan—cuts in.

You tilt your head. “What was that?”

You can hear him growl in irritation. “Simon says; take off your bra.”

“I feel like there should be a request limit. You could carry this on forever. It's a little unfair.” You tease the clip of your bra, popping it, but keeping the cups to your chest.

You hear Ethan scoff on the other line. “Fine. I get 20.”

“20?” You raise a brow. “I’d say more like 7. You’ve already used a few.”

“Jeezus Christ.” Ghostface groans. Then it hits you. Why was Ethan so eager for you to remove your bra? He can’t…see you. You gaze around your room, looking for security cameras. You stop on one directly above your bedroom door. You narrow your eyes at it, and you catch Ethan chuckling.

“Yes, I can see you, y/n.”

You straighten, cursing yourself for not seeing the obvious. Of course he was watching you.

“I’ll settle for 15.” Ghostface says. You look away from the camera, mulling it over. “Fine, 15 requests, but you’ve already used some.” You hum, counting in your head. “About 9. You have 6 left.”

Ethan clenches his jaw in slight annoyance but answers anyway. “Fine, 6.”

You feel satisfied, confidence filling you again. You can get through 6. “You haven’t completed my 9th request.” Ghostface says, making you glance down at your still covered chest. You harshly breath, cursing under your breath, and ignoring the way your lower stomach heats up.

You slowly drop your bra, trying not to curl into yourself. “Your 10th?” You quickly ask.

There's a moment of silence on Ethan’s end, as you assume he’s just watching you. “Ethan?”

“So impatient.” Ghostface breathes. “Simon says…touch you breasts—play with your nipples.”

“I feel like that could be two requests.”

“No it fucking isn’t— touch yourself.” The impatience in his dark voice has you reaching for your breasts. You ignored the pull of your morals, telling you how wrong this was. This was to help your friends.

You squeeze your breasts, the cold air having made your nipples turn hard. You brush your thumbs over your peaks, trying to swallow the shudder. You can hear heavy breathing on the other line, as you pinched your nipples, rolling them between your fingers. Pleasure shocks shoot through you, but you do your best to ignore the want to relax onto your bed. You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction, or that view. Though you're sure the view is nice enough as is.

You then lower your hands, away from your tits, and hear him groan. “11th?” You breathe, trying to hide your growing breathy tone. Christ. The heat had spread through you, pooling down into your panties. You gulp.

Ethan’s breath’s are heavy on the other line as excitement courses through him. “Widen your legs, touch yourself inside your jeans.” Then he quickly corrects himself, gulping. “Simon says…do that.”

You hold back a scoff, as you drag your hand down to the zipper of your jeans. “Slowly.” Ghostface warns.

You slow your movements, unbuttoning and pulling the zipper down. You widen your legs, as you support yourself back with one of your hands, the other sinking into your panties. “Simon says—tell me how wet you are…and why.”

You suck in a breath. This was the last thing you wanted to reveal to him. “Be honest.” You can hear Ghostface—Ethan—shift over the phone. His tone is still modulated but way more breathy. You gulp down your pride and speak.

“I’m s-soaking.” Your finger grazes across your clit.

“Through your panties?”

You nod in response and Ethan growls. “Why?”

You had to say it. “Because of…” you gulp. “Because of you.” You're rubbing your clit now, as your pleasure begins to override your pride and morals.

You hear a breathy choke followed by a gulp. “What about me?”

“That's— more than your request.”

Ethan has to hold back from marching into your apartment, grabbing your throat, and finishing you off himself. Orgasm wise, not death. Soon; he thinks to himself as he palms his dick through his jeans.

“Simon says, finger yourself. Insert two pretty fingers.”

Your pussy is weeping and you're scolding yourself for it. You shouldn’t be turned on by a fucked up version of a children’s game, especially when its controlled by a killer. This situation was a mess, and you hated that you were soon becoming one too.

You pass your clit to insert two fingers, making your hips shudder against your duvet. You bite your lip to hold back moans, as you begin to finger yourself, your legs spreading wider for better access.

“Fuck,” Ghostface whimpers, as your head lolls back a second before you try to recompose yourself. “S-simon says, taste yourself.”

You hold back a whine as you remove your fingers, your body feeling empty. You raise your hand, to see your two fingers glistening in your arousal. “Lick them.” He demands. You raise your fingers to your mouth and wrap your lips around them, by your knuckle. You suck and use your tongue to remove your wetness.

Ethan is falling apart on his end of the line, as he watches your eyes slightly roll. You're trying to stay as composed as you can be, and watching you slowly crack has made Ethan’s dick needy.

“Last re-request.” You stutter out, as you remove your wet fingers.

There’s a pause, the air feeling incredibly tense.

Then… “Simon says…open the door.”

You freeze, staring at the wood, closed and now eerie. Shit. Ethan was right outside… wasn’t he? You had thought about him coming to your apartment after…all that. But that doesn’t mean you're anymore prepared.

You look at your phone to see that he’s hung up. You stand, looking at the knife. You grab it, taking a breath, and ignoring the pressure of an unfinished orgasm between your legs. You hesitate, all the possible; good and bad; swirling around in your head.

Then it’s immediate…

Ethan is opening the door, grabbing your jaw and wrists, pushing the knife away from him while also pulling you towards him. You stumble, your naked breasts hitting his clothed chest. You hiss as your nipples graze against the material. Ethan is holding your cheeks between his fingers as he shuts the door behind him with his foot. He’s holding your wrist with the knife in your hand out to the side, his grip strong and unwavering.

“Don’t tell me you were about to stab me?” Ethan mocks, tilting your chin higher up to meet his gaze.

The moonlit atmosphere is making him look almost ethereal, if it weren’t for the crazed look in his eyes. He pushes you closer to your bed, making the back of your legs hit against it. He presses himself into you, as he gets the knife out of your grip.

“Why did you ask me to get a knife if you didn’t expect me to use it?” You ask, as Ethan stares down at your tits. He shoves you onto the bed, before hovering over your body.

“When I asked you to grab a knife I didn’t have harm in mind.” Ethan hums as he brushes the flat side of the knife across your cheek, the cool metal making your shiver. He then leans closer, shifting the knife to reach one of your breasts. You stiffen. You should feel scared and you do, but not as much as you should. Another feeling is creeping up on you fast, the burn between your legs still extremely prominent.

“E-ethan” you gulp as you feel the cool metal brush across your nipple. You unintentionally arch as a whimper leaves your mouth. Ethan grins as he breathes across your lips.

“You don’t know how hard it was to stay put as I watched you touch yourself.” Ethan darts his tongue out to lick your bottom lip as you whimper against the playing knife. “I wanted my hands to be feeling you, licking your taste of my own fingers.”

You shudder, as Ethan moves down to wrap his mouth around your free nipple. The contrasting temperatures make your eyes roll.

“You looked so edible doing what you were told.”

“I-it was a game.”

“That you played very well.” He praised, as he licked your nipple. You jolt, your back arching off the bed.

“I thought you’d be more difficult, since you never seem to listen to me.” Ethan speaks to your skin. “But look how obedient you are right now.”

“I’m not, your just— oh.” You moan Ethan bites your nipple. Pain an pleasure shoot through you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite catch that.”

“You mother—” you cut yourself off as the knife grazes your throat. Still in use of the flat side, but the sharp edge is still seen as a threat to you. You gulp, as Ethan notices your nearly fearful eyes.

He reaches your face again, looking down at you as he brings the knife away. His elbows are by your head as he cages you in. Your breathing is rapid, and your body is on fire.

“Your scared of me?”

“No I’m not.”

“Just a little bit.” Ethan says softly. He then kisses your lips, a gentle brush, making your head spin. “I’d never hurt you. You know that right?”

You focus on Ethan’s eyes as he watches you. He then leans down to your ear, his hand reaching down to the top of your jeans. “I only want you to be writhing in pleasure, y/n.”

Ethan then pulls down your jeans. Over much better morals you slightly raise your hips. Ethan smiles, as he tosses your pants to the side. He’s now kneeled on the bed. Your legs between his open ones. He’s looking down at you with a tilt to his head. Then he brings the knife into your vision.

You gulp as the metal lowers to your pussy. But Ethan only cuts the material if your panties, pulling them away to leave you bare.

Ethan then pulls his top over his head. You hadn’t expected Ethan to look so… you hope your not fucking drooling. Ethan grins down at you as he unbuckles his belt.

You shudder as it makes a snap at how fast he removed it. He then unbuttons his jeans, but stops to move his legs. He now sits, both feet on the floor as he ushers you over by a head tilt.

Ethan grabs your hair, and that’s when you remember you tied it up. Ethan asked you to tie it up.

He pulls you to the floor as you fall to your knees. “Fuck.” Ethan breathes as you look up at him.

“You were prepared.” You say, talking about your hairstyle.

Ethan smirks. “I’m always prepared. Though, the bigger question, is are you?”

Ethan pulls his cock out of his pants, as it stands tall and proud. You gulp, wide eyes staring. Ethan’s hand tightens around your ponytail at your expression. “You don’t know how long I wanted you like this.” He hisses out. Then he brings you closer, your mouth millimetres from where he needs.

Your breath hits the tip of his cock, as his breathing shudders. “Christ.” He moans as you finally wrap your lips around him. So delicate at first, just kitten licking the pre-cum off. Ethan’s hips buck up desperately. And you finally sink down onto him. Your cheeks hollowing out.

“Oh— fuck.” Ethan moans as you begin to bob your head up and down. Ethan’s hold around your ponytail tightens and loosens depending on the pleasure that wracks through his body.

“God, look at you. Drooling all over my c-cock. Shit.” Ethan gulps. “You look so fucking pretty, so pretty.” He whines out as your pace picks up.

You then deep throat him, gagging around his head. Ethan’s mouth hangs open in pleasure as sweat glistens his forehead. “How are you— fuck— how are you so good at this?” Ethan musters, through his pathetic moans.

Then a blinding pleasure shoots through him, as he thrusts his hips into you.

Breathing hard you lean back, swallowing and wiping your bottom lip. Ethan feels dazed as he stares at you. Shit, he’d never orgasmed so hard.

He reaches forward to wipe away a spot you missed. You then grab his finger with your teeth, sucking his cum off. “Y/n—“ Ethan chokes out.

Ethan then swiftly grabs your chin, pulling you up to stand as he swings you back onto the bed, underneath him. He crawls atop of you, his pants now gone, as he rips a condom packet between his teeth. Rolling it onto his dick, he grabs your thighs, pulling you closer.

He’s directly in front of your lips when he speaks. “Where did you learn that?”

You gulp. “You’re a little too good with your mouth.” Ethan speaks, each letter hitting your lips. “Can you show me again—what you did with you tongue?”

Ethan then pushes the tip of his cock into you. You gasp as you grip his shoulders. “H-how?”

Ethan leans closer to your mouth. “Imagine my tongue is my dick, and show me.” He whispers the last words before he kisses you.

You were rather experienced with giving him head. How many other guys have felt what he felt? He kisses you harder, pushing himself all the way in.

You moan into his mouth, but he stays kissing you, swallowing all the sounds escaping you. “Show me.” He says again breaking away for a second.

He wanted to know exactly how skilled you were. He began to slowly thrust in and out of you, as you panted. But you do as Ethan says, and lick the tip of Ethan’s tongue. Ethan has to hold down whimpers as the feeling of you around his dick sends stars into his mind.

You move your tongue to trail down his as you kiss him harder. You keep swirling and circling as Ethan tries to not let his eyes roll. He breaks always from your mouth a second to thrust hard into you, making your nails scratch down his shoulder blades.

“Fucking hell y/n.” Ethan breathes against your open, panting mouth. “You do know what your doing with that tongue. Who the fuck else has felt it?”

“W-what?”

“Your tongue—who else has felt it?” He speaks harsher as he thrusts into you.

Your a mess, a whimpering mess underneath Ethan. “Tell me.”

“A f-ew guys.” You manage to say in-between thrusts.

“A few guys huh?” Ethan hits your g-spot harder, making you writhe underneath him.

“I need names, y/n.” Ethan breathes. “Fuck.” Both your highs are so close.

“I don’t remember— t-them all.”

“Or are you just too fucked out to think, right now?” Ethan’s pacing has turned somewhat sloppy as his orgasm is at arms reach.

“God, y/n. Cause I can’t have boys walking around with an experience of you. They’ve touched you. Touched what’s…mine.”

You moan, trying to reach for your orgasm. Ethan groans as he feels his cock twitch. “My girl, right?” He breathe-hisses. “My girl—all for me.” He kisses you, just as his high hits, yours not far after.

Your both panting as the pleasure slowly falls away in waves.

“Shit.” You mutter. Either because of how good that felt, or because you’d just fucked a Ghostface.

“I—” you gulp. “I won.”

Ethan chuckles. “You’d win if you did all of my requests.”

Your brows furrow, as heavy breathes still escape you. He leans down to speak to your lips again. “The last one. I told you to open the door.”

“I—” you pause, remembering. You hadn’t opened it. You hesitated and Ethan had had to come in instead.

Your eyes grow wide as Ethan grins. You’d lost. Your friends…

“But don’t worry,” Ethan begins. “Maybe if you ask nicely I might stab them somewhere they can heal.”

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Sirius, smugly: when I was your age-

Remus: When I was your height

Sirius:

Sirius: fuck you.

Master List

[Modern!AU - Not set in 1987, but 35+ years later.]

The boys are alive and walk amongst us in modern times.

All Rights Reserved. Please Do Not Copy, Plagiarize, or Reproduce.

Netflix and Kill ║ Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Reader

Two Scorpions and a Frog ║ Yandere!Dwayne & Paul x Innocent! Reader

Two Scorpions and a Frog Play Doctor ║ Yandere!Dwayne & Paul x Innocent! Reader

BREED ║ Dwayne & Paul x Female!Reader

BREED, Part 2 ║ Dwayne & Paul x Female!Reader

Kept ║ Yandere!David x Docile!Reader

Netflix and Keep ║ Yandere!Marko x Female!Reader

Netflix and Keep, Part 2 ║ Yandere!Marko x Female!Reader

Anything For Love║ Poly!Lost Boys x GN!Reader

T.L.C. ║ Yandere!Dwayne x Female!Reader

Broken ║ Yandere!David & Marko x Female!Reader

Shark Week ║ Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Reader; Marko & Dwayne-centric

(Y/n) the Vampire Slayer ║ Poly!Lost Boys x Slayer!Reader

J is for Jealousy ║ Yandere!Paul x Female!Reader

Maneater ║ Yandere!Poly!Lost Boys x Vampire!OC!Reader

Denial ║ Yandere!Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Reader

Little Sister ║ Yandere!Poly!Lost Boys x Spunky!Reader

Little Sister, Part 2 ║ Yandere!Poly!Lost Boys x Spunky!Reader

Little Sister, Part 3 ║ Yandere!Poly!Lost Boys x Spunky!Reader

Homecoming ║ Yandere!David x Yandere!Reader

Sympathy From the Devil ║ Yandere!Marko x Female!Reader

Worthy ║ Poly!Lost Boys x Angry!Reader

Smitten ║ Poly!Lost Boys x Gullible!Reader

Hold Me║ Dwayne x Female!Reader

Be Mine ║ Poly!Lost Boys x OC!Fem!Vampires

Little Red ║ Yandere!Marko x Vampire!OC!Reader

21st Century Cure ║ Yandere!Dwayne x Fem!Reader

Gypsy ║ Poly!Lost Boys x Reincarnated!Reader

AND MORE TO COME...

I got approved to get two kittens, Im currently sobbing. They're a bonded pair and adorable, when I get them stg half of my posts are gonna be them<3.

This but I can only tell you around the places I've barely been😭

When you ask Steve Harrington what his first memory of Eddie Munson is, he will say it was in Mrs. Click's class. Yeah, he didn't know Robin then, but it was hard not to notice someone like Eddie.

Steve remembers it being a Monday, his parents just left for some random country. Mrs. Click was not in a good mood that day.

Steve remembers her stopping mid-lecture and staring at the curly head bowed down three seats behind Steve's left. He's resting his head on his arms, body limp.

"Munson. I don't teach so you can sleep." Mrs. Click impatiently says, her fingers tapping against the plastic table.

Eddie doesn't move, Mrs. Click squints harder and says a little louder, "Eddie Munson."

It's so obvious Eddie was sleeping, but what he does next cements him in Steve's memory.

Eddie jolts a little. It's a small unnoticeable movement, before he finally raises his head. He smiles at Mrs. Click before saying, "Thank you, Jesus. Amen." and does the sign of the cross.

"I am sorry, Mrs. Click. It was time for my morning prayer." Eddie says, a small innocent smile on his face.

And it's so freaking ridiculous. Steve remembers shaking his head and biting down a laughter.

It's even more ridiculous when Mrs. Click nods approvingly, saying, "That's okay. Next time don't do it in class."

The next time Steve and Eddie get the chance to talk, somewhere in between broken bottles and running from the police, Steve tries to joke as he says to Eddie, "I bet you forgot to do your morning prayer. That's why this is all happening."

It's lame. But eh, it's worth it when Steve hears Eddie laugh for the first time in two days.

Bout made me cry

WISH YOU WERE SOBER! — ethan landry

— BUT IM OVER THIS ROLLERCOASTER!

PAIRING. ethan landry x fem!reader

SUMMARY. in which yn confesses her love to her longtime best friend during a party, who can only frown as he watches her hiccup through her words.

GENRE. fluff, angst, best friends to lovers

AUTHOR’S NOTE. there WILL be a part 2 so lookout for that soon 🫡 listen to “wish you were sober” by conan gray as you read since it was based off that song!! this was requested, although I decided to change it up by replacing reader as the drunk one instead of ethan. this is a non ghostface au so ethan and everybody else are friends & I CAN SPREAD MY ANIKA ETHAN BFF AGENDA (im madly delusional🙄🙄)

This party's shit, wish we could dip. Go anywhere but here

Ethan frowns at his surroundings. Heavy music that’s loud enough to have the cops called, lights that felt blinding and overwhelming—and not to mention the couples who were making out in every corner.

“You okay there dude?” Chad asks, examining the boy’s face.

“Not really,” he mumbles, but he doesn’t want to ruin the mood, “I see Tara over there.” He points at the staircase.

“We’re talking about you though,” Chad sighs, “if you want to leave, just say the word and we’ll go.”

Bless Chad’s kind heart.

“It’s alright bro,” Ethan gives him a smile to reassure, “you go talk to Tara. I’m fine here in my corner of the couch.”

Chad chuckles, “okay buddy. If you ever need me, just call my name and I’m here!” He then descends to the staircase, already striking up a convo with Tara.

Ethan can only wish he was that social.

“Eeeee,” And here comes you, his best friend, drunk and stumbling over your own foot.

You wrap your arms around his neck, placing your chin onto his shoulders.

“Sorry!” Anika yells through the loud music, “she’s hard to control when drunk.”

“It’s okay Ani,” Ethan smiles, “I’ve got her.”

Anika quickly takes off the bandana around her leg, tying it on Ethan’s arm.

“Love ya Eth! Thank you.” she says, placing a kiss on his cheek before going off to find her girlfriend, Mindy.

“You alright there love?” Ethan asks, rubbing circles into your back. You mumble words that Ethan can’t make out, making him sigh as he switches into a more comfortable position on the couch for the both of you.

Although Ethan’s called you love countless times, you can’t help but blush. You had a huge crush on the curly haired boy, but could never bring yourself to properly confess.

“Want to go to Chad’s car? It’s much less noisy,” Ethan suggests, and you nod slowly.

Kinda hope you're followin' me out. But this is definitely not my crowd.

Taking your hand, Ethan leads you out of the house, making sure he doesn’t bump into drunk frat boys.

Take me where the music ain't too loud. Trade drinks, but you don't even know her

“Want to trade drinks?!” A random girl asks you. Without thinking, you nod, grabbing the small glass and taking it down with one shot.

You shake your head slightly as soon as you step out of the house, trying to relieve yourself from the alcohol.

Ethan opens the passenger door, helping you sit up inside. Then he opens the trunk, revealing a white fluffy blanket. He brings it over, gently placing it on your shivering body.

You looked so pretty, Ethan thought. So so pretty.

“E,” you say quietly as soon as he props himself onto the drivers side. “E.”

“Yes YN?”

You glance up at him with sleepy eyes, the same ones Ethan grown to adore over the months he’s befriended you.

“You’re so pretty,” you say before you can think.

Ethan loses his breath right there and then. “Sorry?” He chokes out.

“You’re so pretty Eth. And you’re so sweet, and caring. You’re such boyfriend material, the way you take care of me and others. I love you Ethan.”

“Do you say this to all the guys you talk to when you’re drunk?” Ethan jokes, but you shake your head quickly, your drunken dazed eyes keeping contact with his.

“No, cause I don’t like any of them the way I like you. I like you Ethan. A lot. I want us to be more than friends,”

Ethan is speechless. Before he can utter another word, you lean forward to kiss him.

Kiss me in the seat of your Rover.

The two of you close your eyes, as if you were both waiting for this moment for the longest time. You were.

Ethan pulls away, his face filled with an emotion you can’t put your finger to.

Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

“Listen YN,” he says, now looking anywhere but you, “this was sweet. It was. But I really wish you were sober.”

You tilt your head confused. You open your mouth to ask, but Ethan quickly interrupts you. “It’s late, I’ll drive you home.”

“Wait E, I—”

“Please YN, just don’t say anything.”

You gulp, following what Ethan says. Why was he acting like this? You just confessed your feelings!

The entire ride back to your shared apartment with Anika was silent, and you can’t help but feel an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach, as well as a brand new set of tears setting in your eyes.

Michael looked me over looking for any possible injuries. "What's wrong Y/N?" I shook my head "there's this guy who is trying to talk to me". Him and the girl with him chuckled "sweetie, he probably thinks that you're cute". My face flushed when she addressed me and I looked down. "Star this is Y/N my sister, she has social anxiety and is probably terrified of you". He laughed "I'm not terrified.. I just don't know what to say" I looked at her eyes for a second. She smiled "that's alright, we've all been there" a small smile formed on my lips.

Mike looked between us "well uh.. Me and Star are probably gonna go get some food, will you be okay here?". I nodded "sweet, see yah later sis" I smiled. But before I even had time to walk away four bikes closed us in. The four riders were punk bikers.

Immediately I backed against the railing to get away from them. One of the bikers who was in all black glared at Mike. His piercing blue eyes are cold and unforgiving, his spiked mullet added to his intimidating demeanor. And worst of all was the look on his face "where you going Star?" His voice is meant to scare. His tone was icy, like his glare, she looked at his nervously "for a ride. This is Michael" Mike gently took her arm as he walked towards his bike "lets go".

Mike had made his voice a little deeper to show dominance over the other male. Star stepped towards the bike but was stopped with one simple word. "Star" his tone alone said thousands of words, he knows every secret she has and then some. She's clearly scared of him.. And I see why. Her shoes clicked against the old wood of the boardwalk as she walked towards the man.

My heart twisted and I felt this odd sensation like.. Well.. I can only describe it as a tug. Passing it off as anxiety I tried to look away from the mysterious blue eyes that glared at my brother. Despite the fact that I was looking down I just knew he was looking at me. Geez I must have looked so odd standing there with my head down and my lip between my thumb and index finger.

Playing with my lip had become a nervous habit of mine, and I guess Mike saw me because he made a show of taking my side. "And who is this?" His words were almost like a purr, yet despite them being non-aggressive I was still wary. Star answered "that's Y/N.. she's Michael's sister" my eyes flicked to Star for a split second. Then back at the ground when I felt the intensity of the male in front of her. "Do you know where Nelson's point is overlooking the bluff Michael?" My eyes are now fixed on Mike. He sighed in defeat "I can't beat your bike" he looked away from him most likely out of embarrassment.

"You don't have to beat me Michael, just have to try and keep up". Me and Mike met each other's gaze, he chuckled "you can come too Y/N". When he said my name I felt that tug again, maybe that's why I looked at him. "Tell you what Michael.. Star can ride with you if Y/N rides with me" my eyes widened. They quickly flew to Mike who had a telling look, his face said please mine said don't use me as a bargaining chip!.

I lost and he smirked "it's up to you sis" I raised my eyebrows at him, Star smiled real big as she got off his bike and ran to Mike. A small whine left my throat as the reality that I have to approach this man hit me.

But I did. My feet moved faster than my brain and I made my way to him, slowly, but surely. The blonde eyes me with a smirk.. another tug "the names David Doll" he held out his hand to me so that I may get on his bike easier. Hesitantly I took his hand and slid onto the back if his bike. It wasn't the bike that made me anxious, I've ridden with Mike plenty of times. It's that he's so intimidating.

My arms lingered at my sides for a moment and he looked back at me "hold on tight Doll" I nodded and put my arms around his waist. My face flushed red and I just knew my lip was quivering. The smell of cigarette smoke and cologne danced around and mixed to make a quiet pleasant aroma.

Because I was so distracted analyzing his smell and how his hair was laid in the back, I was caught off guard as David started driving. A small gasp of surprise left my throat and the three with David chuckled as we drove past them. At first David was slow. Then he drove down a staircase and cut down the beach like a mad man. At first I was scared and held David a little tighter than I would have liked. But when David intentionally kicked dust at a group of teens trying to kiss I laughed a little. Then David kept doing it, him and his friends. It was like a competition to make me laugh.

They all made me laugh, eventually we left the beach and were in the forest. I hid my face in David's back when this happened because there were so many things happening. David chuckled "Might wanna hold on a little tighter Doll" then he jumped. Another gasp left me and I tightened my grip on him. But the worst part is the bluff.

Now I can smell the ocean, hear the ocean, but I can't see it. Mike and David are taunting each other from their spots on their bikes. Star gave me a look.. Once our eyes had locked it was the strangest thing. She moved her mouth and by all scientific laws I shouldn't have been able to hear her.

But as if she were next to me her voice broke through the sound barrier made by the wind. Right in my ears I heard "turn back now".

Her eyes switched between me and the space in front of us, that's when I realized. "David..." I mumbled barely louder than a whisper, he ignored me the louder the ocean got the more I panicked. "David" he chuckled and I just knew I was going to die. "DAVID!" With how hard I clung to him David was going to have an imprint of my arms around him.

I didn't have time to process that the bike had stopped before I heard Michael scream. "What are you tryna do huh!?" I got off David's bike and backed away. The other four riders had abandoned their bikes and were chasing Michael. David had just got off his bike when Michael got to him. Star and I both yelled at the same time. She yelled "Nooo!" I yelled "Michael!" Mike pushed a taller, more built man off of him. "Just you! No one else!" I walked over to Mike "Mikey come on calm down" he looked down at me. "Are you okay?" I nodded "are you?" He huffed and glared over me at David. Slowly I turned to look at him, he smirked at us "how far you willing to go?".

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Hii. This is just the first chapter to a story I posted to my wattpad as well. Just wanted to post it here too😊. Let me know if you like it

I need more fic where Steve does dumb teenage boy, bastard older brother shit The party rings Steve to ask for a ride to the arcade, and he asks them if their bikes got flat tyres, or broke. And when they say no, Steve just says - cool, you can bike there then - and hangs up. He goes back to flop on his couch to watch the baseball because he has plans today and they do not involve leaving the house or wearing pants. He goes out to lunch with Dustin, both of them going to a diner together. And Dustin forgets his wallet, it's fine, and he watches Steve order two burgers, two fries, two drinks. Only when they arrive Steve starts eating both of them himself and laughs his ass off when Dustin shrieks indignantly (Steve gives him one of the burgers. It has a bite taken from it). Steve is working a shift at Family Video with Robin, the pair of them reshelving the rewound tapes. He asks if she can hold his stack while he ties his shoelaces - and Robin says yes - and after he finishes retying his laces he just, doesn't ask for the tapes back. And he doesn't say anything and sees how long Robin can shelve his tapes for him before she realises.

Steve whispering in Eddie's ear, dropping his voice low in that way he knows Eddie likes. Acting all coy and sexy and asking Eddie if he wants to know what Steve's thinking. When he says yes Steve burps in his face super loudly and Eddie laughs so hard he almost pukes.

I feel like ethan landry unmasked would so vibe to alternative rock

By the grace of Robin Buckley, Steve gets into college.

She's his first real friend and it's because he knows her, loves her, learned to be a better person from her, that he's able to smile politely and take the hand of his new roommate. His long-haired, tattooed, dressed in all black roommate, who has already put up dark and menacing posters of bands Steve has never heard of and a bedsheet banner with the words "Corroded Coffin" painted on the fabric.

"Eddie Munson," his roommate says.

"Steve Harrington."

"Good to meet you, roomie." Eddie smiles so big it makes dimples pop. It's a good look. "Parents on the way with the rest of your stuff?"

"Oh, er--just me, actually."

Eddie's smile doesn't waiver. "Need some help?"

Normally, Steve would say no, but he just spent the last hour unloading Robin's stuff. "That would be great, thanks."

So, they work together to get Steve moved in, and as they work, he learns more about his roommate. He is a weirdo, an oddball, fundamentally strange, but Steve can't help but be charmed.

Eddie puts on music, something aggressive with loud guitars and drums, and Steve unpacks. He pulls out a picture of himself with the kids during one of their game nights, displaying it carefully on his desk.

"Wait," his new roommate says. "You? And the dnd children?"

Steve laughs. "They're the kids I babysit. You play that nerd game?"

Eddie's nose wrinkles. Something in the back of Steve's mind notes that it's cute. "Nerd game? Dnd is So. Much. More. It's--it's storytelling and strategy and--" Eddie stops, blinking at Steve. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

"Little bit," Steve smiles.

"I can't believe you know dnd. That you babysit nerds. You look like such a jock," Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.

"I am a jock," Steve agrees. "And I love those dorky little shitheads. I tolerate the game."

"Steve Harrington. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Guess so." The smiles they share are wide and sweet, bringing out Eddie's dimples in way that makes Steve long to touch.

After that, they're inseparable. Robin and Eddie and Steve. They study, eat, go to parties, hangout; anything, as long as they're together.

---

Three weeks into the semester, as Steve gets dressed after swim practice, he pulls a shirt out of his bag that doesn't belong to him. It's a black tee, Metallica logo front and center. He chuckles, puts it on. It's soft from wear and smells of laundry detergent and Eddie--cigarettes and leather and some kind of sweet musk. The scent puts him at immediate ease.

He meets Robin and Eddie for lunch. They were early, already have their food and seats, so he walks over to drop off his backpack. Eddie gives him a bright, dimpled smile, but within seconds his mouth is falling open a little, the tips of his ears turning bright red.

"You alright, man?" Steve asks.

Eddie startles, grabs his cup, jamming the straw into his mouth to chew at the plastic."You're--my shirt?" he says.

"Oh, shit. Sorry. Grabbed it by accident. I'll wash it for you."

His roommate flushes pink. "N--no, you don't have to worry about it."

He wants to question Eddie further--he's being so weird--but Robin interrupts. "Dingus! Go get food. Hurry up!"

He does as he's told, but when he comes back, Eddie is even redder than before, and Robin has a wide smirk across her face.

"What is going on with you two?" He asks as he puts his tray down.

Neither of them answer, andEddie launches into a passionate re-telling of some music student drama, so Steve let's himself be distracted.

---

It's mid-October and Steve's coming home from the gym, the one place that Robin and Eddie refuse to accompany him. As he nears his room, he hears music. It's not heavy metal, but something soft and slow and acoustic.

He tries to be quiet as he unlocks the door and enters, doesn't want to disturb Eddie, doesn't want him to stop playing. He never practices when Steve is home, says he doesn't want to be a bother with the noise.

Eddie's sitting on his bed, guitar in hand. There's a battered notebook open next to him, a pencil held between his teeth. He hums a bit, pauses to jot something down, and goes back to playing.

He looks beautiful, Steve thinks, bent over his guitar.

Steve is just about to announce himself when Eddie stops playing again. He writes something in the notebook before resting his head in his head. "Pathetic, Munson. Get it together," he mutters.

"Hi!" Steve says. It startles Eddie, who jumps and almost drops the guitar.

"Stevie!" Eddie stumbles to his feet. "I--uh--you're home!" His face is crimson.

"You're really good, man," Steve says. "I'd love to hear more sometime."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Eddie nods his head, grabbing for the notebook and slamming it closed. "Sure thing." He stuffs his feet into his Reeboks. "I gotta--I gotta go. Back soon."

Eddie stumbles out their door, notebook clenched firmly in hand.

He is so weird.

---

In mid-November, Robin gets invited to a party by a cute girl. They all go.

Steve isn't trying to hook up. He hasn't slept with anyone since they started school, too caught up with Robin and Eddie. But there's a girl, wavy brown curls and wide green eyes (he has the fleeting thought that they should be deep brown, that it's wrong that they aren't), and she's smiling at him.

Flirting with her is easy.

He doesn't know what breaks his concentration, but he turns to face the rest of the room, eyes falling on Eddie. Eddie who is watching him, his deep brown eyes swimming with hurt, with anger.

It sends a shock of pure panic up his spine. "Eddie!"

Eddie turns on his heel, disappearing in the crowd. Steve follows, but by the time he navigates through the partygoers, his roommate is nowhere to be found. He hurries back to their dorm, heart pounding in his ears, mouth dry.

It's dark in the room, though, and for a second he thinks Eddie isn't home, after all. But he turns on the light, illuminates the rigid lump under Eddie's quilt.

"Eddie?" Steve says, voice soft.

He doesn't respond, though Steve can tell he's awake. He tries again, but Eddie curls deeper under his covers.

Steve spends the night wondering what he did to hurt Eddie so bad.

---

They're back to normal after Thanksgiving. Steve is so relieved he doesn't even ask.

They stay up all night every night studying for finals. By the time Steve's last test rolls around, he's giddy and frantic. He grabs his textbook, shoves a notebook into his backpack, gets to the English building with just enough time to take a last look at his notes.

Only, he flips the notebook open and it's not his English notes. It's song lyrics.

Steve should close it. Put it back in his backpack. It's private. But he's already reading the lyrics written there. They're sexy. The song's about a guy, one Eddie seems to be totally gone for.

A line catches his eye, "need you on every surface in our room." He reads it again and again until the only thing he can see is the phrase, "our room." His whole body is warm, heat pooling, and he's chubbing up in his jeans in the middle of his English class.

Steve flips the pages, anything to get his mind off of that song, and that's when it hits him like a ton of bricks. All those weird moments--the t-shirt, the song, Steve flirting with a girl-- Eddie likes him.

Steve wants to rush to the dorm, wants to confess everything, even starts to stand, but--he has a final to take.

He makes himself close the notebook, but catches sight of another song as he does. It's a love song. It's plaintive and yearning and wanting. And every lyric is for him, about him, about things they did together. It's also unfinished, breaking off mid-way through the second verse.

He doesn't know how he missed it before, but as the professor hands out the test paper, Eddie is all he can think of.

---

When he finally gets back to the room, he finds Eddie's frantic, hair frizzed around his skull. All his bedding is on the floor, the drawers of his wardrobe pulled open.

"Eddie?" Steve asks.

"Have you seen my notebook?"

"What?" Steve's heart drops.

"The black one? It's kind of beaten up?"

"I--uh, yeah. Sorry, Eds. Accidentally grabbed it on my way to class." He pulls his backpack from his shoulder, unzipping it.

"Did you--did you read it?" Eddie's voice shakes, his face painfully red.

Steve doesn't know what to say, what to do. He wants Eddie. Has for a long time, just hadn't been able to put it together. And he doesn't know how to fix what's spiraling out between them.

"Eddie," he says. Can think of nothing else, hopes his desperation is clear in his voice. "Please." He closes the distance between them, slowly, carefully. Cups Eddie's chin in his hand.

They stare at each other, Eddie's eyes wide with shock. Steve can feel the other man's breath on his face, smell the tobacco and sweet musk scent of him.

"Every surface of our room, huh?" Steve asks.

Eddie's cheeks flush. He turns away, bashful. "Something like that."

"And if I want it too?" Steve whispers.

The words hang between them for several beats, before they both move to close the lingering distance between them. Their mouths slip together, like it's nothing, like they do this all the time. Steve grasps at Eddie's curls, fists a hand into his t-shirt, totally lost to the rhythm of the kiss, the easy slip of Eddie's tongue in his mouth.

Eventually, the come up for air, both pink cheeked and panting.

"You're full of surprises, Steve Harrington." Eddie breathes.

"Just wait," Steve smirks, moves in to nip at Eddie's bottom lip. "We have so many surfaces."

Sub Charlie begging you to sit on his face BYEEEEEEEEE

Oh God yes, he is so submissive! I made this a headcannon with a lil blurb at the end <3

Face Sitting

Pairing: Sub!Charlie Walker x Dom!Reader

Warnings: Face sitting, oral (reader recieving), Wet mouth noises mentioned?,

He would absolutely be in the middle of a horror movie when he asks

He was staring at the way your legs looked in the shorts you were wearing and just couldn't help himself

He would beg so nicely too <33

"Please, sit on my face!"

"Won't I suffocate you?"

"That would be the best way to die."

He is down BAD

He would be sooo good with his tongue, on god

And he would know exactly what spots to hit (and where the clit is if you're Fem ;))

The way he groaned so perfectly into you was just perfect.

"Oh fuck, mmm, you taste so good!" He spoke in between slurps and nudges at that special spot. You were hurtling towards your release so fast, you wondered why you didn't do this sooner. The beautiful wet noises and moans he let into you as you grinded onto him too.

He was your good boy <3

Bout made me sob

♟˖ ࣪⊹ — ‘I KNOW IT WON’T WORK’

pairing: ethan landry x reader

summary: your boyfriend had become distant suddenly but confronting him about it only makes it worse

author’s note: inspired by gracie abrams’ “I know it won’t work” I LOVE THIS SONG AND GRACIE (lyrics will be in orange for reading & red for ethan !!) also you can send in requests and ideas!! #ANGST #SLIGHTSPOILERS

you looked over two seats at ethan who was quickly jotting something down in his notebook. it was a different color than his actual econ notebook and the lecture hadn’t even started yet so you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

but the loud slam of the classroom door shutting snapped you out of your trance. your teacher begun the class and you watched ethan shove the notebook in his backpack through the corner of your eye. however, you completely shrugged it off once the teacher started speaking.

sitting by your friends at the park was finally a peaceful event with all the stormy clouds and rain disappearing. it seemed there were only clear skies and chirping birds around until you faced ethan.

he avoided eye contact and tried to look elsewhere. anywhere. aren’t boyfriends supposed to want to look at their girlfriends? you even reached for his hand once but after he attempted to ‘discreetly’ move his away, you gave up. for a studious little student, he really couldn’t tell how distant he became.

at first you thought it was all in your head. maybe it was the stress building up from your upcoming finals or because of the mysterious murders surrounding your neighborhood. yet your fears were confirmed when even your friends brought it up.

even chad for gods sake!

only a couple of days ago, the friend group was laughing and chattering like a bunch of middle schoolers. you guys were loud enough to be heard from miles away but there was an awkward tension once ethan started to shy away from you.

where was the sweet boy who waited in front of your dorm room for a whole hour before finally knocking and asking you out?

where was your boyfriend who would not let go of your hand while walking around parties? who followed you everywhere that some people even asked if you had a stalker!

where was the boy who messaged tara and mindy a million times about what flowers you like so you would be happy on valentine’s day!?

that boy was obviously not present because your door remained silent. no doorbells or late night knocks for a last minute sleepover.

your hands stayed untouched. the only time he almost reached for it was when he put his hands down to help him getting up and leaving.

you went to parties alone now and instead of sitting on the couch just whispering and gossiping with ethan, you sat on the stairs and waited for mindy and anika to say one of them were too wasted to party anymore.

so after finally mustering up the courage, you marched to his dorm room and knocked on the door. first chad opened the door with a little confused face, “yes?” you ignored him and invited yourself in like a hundred times you’ve done before.

“is ethan here?” you asked and took a look around the dorm. chad shut the door behind you and walked towards you, “yeah he’s in his room, are you gonna talk to him?”

you immediately looked up at him, “oh god did mindy tell you too!?” you groaned and felt like you sunk in a batch of concrete. chad let out a shy laugh, “well we’re worried about you guys, i mean you’re the SECOND best looking couple on campus.”

you lifted an eyebrow and questioned him, “and who’s the first?” “obviously me and tara,” chad answered and went to go sit on the couch. you rolled your eyes at his hubris and approached ethan’s room.

but before, you knocked.

“yes, come in,” you heard ethan say from inside and you carefully turned the bedroom doorknob. “chad if you need help in eco—” ethan turned in his spinning desk chair that you got him last year since you knew he can’t focus with moving around.

he stopped himself at the sight of you and wished he locked the door. “oh y/n. what are you doing here?” he calmly asked as if he didn’t ditch you for the last couple of weeks. you scoffed at his ignorance and shut the door to avoid any eavesdropping from chad.

ethan stayed in his chair and watched you take a seat on his nicely tidy bed. there was an immediate silence that suffocated the room before you decided to speak up first.

your words completely shattered the glass surface evident in the room, “do you still love me?” ethan looked up from ground and met your eyes for the first time in weeks.

“w-what do you mean?!” ethan exclaimed and seemed to be taken aback. “what do i mean?” you repeated. “i mean do you still love me? because you’ve been avoiding me like i’m the fucking black plague! you run away from me as if we’re literally not boyfriend and girlfriend!” you spilled out your emotions onto your so-called boyfriend.

your hand gestures were flying everywhere and all the suppressed feelings of anger and sadness came out. “so please just answer the goddamn question. please,” you pleaded for just one answer.

“y/n, i do love you. i truly do and i have but i just don’t think i can handle a relationship right now. it’s all just too much and with…econ—i can’t balance it,” ethan rambled and lied through his teeth, blaming his avoidance on fucking econ as if you weren’t in the same class.

he wasn’t hearing you out and was just piling excuses on top of excuses. you were sick of it. you wanted to have a civil conversation with him, talk it out like adults or in those cheesy romcoms where the couple makes up in the span of three minutes and a really extravagant song or romantic montage.

you could feel tears approaching the rum of your eyes but held them back with only a few managing to escape into your cheeks. “ethan, part of me wants to walk away 'til you really listen because i hate to look at your face and know that we're feeling different,” you were the one avoiding his eyes now. those big brown eyes of his that made you melt like ice cream on a hot summer day.

you wiped the few tears off your face and tried to remain calm. unknown to you though was ethan’s perspective. he wanted to get up and hug you, hold you and say he was sorry. he wanted to bring a dozen roses to your doorstep every night until you forgave him.

he held back his tears and looked up at your teary-eyed face. he thought to himself, ‘cause part of me wants you back, but i know it won't work like that, huh? why won't you try moving on for once? that might make it easy’ so he looked out the window and muttered, “let’s just break up.”

you bit your lip at the bitter words spit out by the boy you loved with all your heart and continued to even after this moment. you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond and opened the door to escape the suddenly stuffy room.

you ran out of the dorm room, ignoring chad’s questions and words from behind you. you didn’t stop running and hoped the cold air would dry your tears before you friends could see.

out of nowhere, the skies turned grey and for the first time in weeks, there a trickle of rain. even though the distance from your apartments was less than a few minutes, it felt like forever. it started pouring and your clothes were drenched.

you thought about how stupid you were and regretted ever stepping front in his dorm room to begin with. you sat on the stairs in front of your apartment, crying and trying to catch your breath. you could barely keep your eyes open with the rain and your tears drowning you. outside it was dark and you were all alone. except you weren’t.

ethan watched you from his room. his heart ached for you and your tears and he had to restrain himself from running down to you. he clenched his jaw and breathed through his teeth as he watched you slowly get swallowed by the darkness and rain.

i know we cut all the ties but you're never really leaving and part of me wants you back, but i know it won't work like that.

brrring! brrring!

ethan turns his attention to his phone and honestly hopes it to be you but his hopes falter as he sees the number and picks up the phone. “is it all taken care of?” a voice spoke on the other line.

“yes, she’s out of the picture so we are not going to hurt her.”

thinking about a sloppy maybe tipsy make out sesh with chad that turns into you riding his thigh….

generous

fem!reader, thigh riding, 18+, unedited blurb

© msgorillagripcoochie , do not steal, post on third party sites or translate my work

the music is loud and the room smells of cheap booze and sweat but all you can really smell and feel is chad. "god, you're so pretty." is the words he groans before pressing you up against the wall.

it's a messy kiss, the drinks you guys had obviously getting the best of you as his tongue pushing against yours, his hands are in your hair tugging lightly on it causing you to whimper against his lips. he'd been trying to keep his hands off you all night but you just looked a little too perfect in your cowgirl costume i mean how could he resist?

"chad." you laughed against his lips, you can taste the shots the two of you had just taken. his arm wrapped around you pulling you impossibly closer to his warm skin as you placed your hands on his strong chest.

he dropped his head to your neck beginning to suck mark onto your skin your back arching when a moan slipped from your lips.

"chad, we're around a bunch of people." you gasp out but make no particular move to push him away.

his teeth graze your skin his hand dropping to your hips "you wanna go upstairs." he asked finally pulling back as you leaned your head back against the wall, he moved closer when someone said 'excuse me' so he was flush against you.

you think about it running your hands over his bare chest, your nails scratching lightly "i promised mindy we won't have sex." you sigh looking at him through your lashes "you know, horror movies rules and stuff." he groaned throwing his head back his cowboy hat almost slipping off his head. "don't do this to me."

"i'm sorry." you pout pressing a kiss under his jaw. "trust me any other circumstances, i'd have you in me in a second." he laughed looking back down at you shaking his head.

"we don't have to have sex, babe." he hummed his hands gripping your hips "i could always just make you feel good." he pushes his thigh in between your legs, his head dropping back down to your neck "i know how much you love when i do all the work." you let out a gasp when he pulls you to grind against his thigh in one swift moment "chad."

his lips are all over your neck nipping and sucking at your skin as he helps you grind against his thigh. to onlookers it looks like a couple cuddling in the corner, his broad shoulders blocking you from anyone looking. it shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did, you tried to keep quiet moaning softly in his ear.

he pushed his thigh harder against you as he makes due on his promise to do all the work, his hands moving you on his thick thigh. "there you go baby, that's my girl." he praised in your ear, your nails digging into his bicep the pressure against your pussy almost sending you over the edge.

it should be embarrassing but you think it's drinks making you more sensitive to chad's rough touch. you bury your face in the crook of his neck to hide your moans.

it isn't long before you're cumming on his thigh, you holding onto to him for dear life and he still moves you a little bit letting you ride through your high. he doesn't say much when he pulls back looking down seeing that little dreamy look in your eye.

"chad?" he has a smirk on his lips like he knew what you were going to say "yes, sweetheart?"

"wanna go upstairs?" you asked tossing your arm over his shoulders biting your lip "what about horror movie rules?" he teased "fuck horror movie rule i want you inside me." you huffed pulling him down into a rough kiss.

mindy squinted from afar watching as you led chad up the stairs "what's wrong?" anika asked following her eyeline "they're literally going to die because they can't keep it in their pants." anika laughed at mindy's words shaking her head "don't be like that."

"just glad i'm the smart twin."

"i don't know mindy.... there's bathroom with our name on it." anika giggled kissing mindy's jaw and mindy groaned "fine, i'm convinced."

"i haven't even tried to convince you yet!"

"don't care, let's go."

a/n: chad owns my mind, body and soul, tell me what you think and feel free to request. i really hope you liked and enjoyed this!

“no, no, no, you sweet dumb thing” IM ON THE FLOORRRRRRRRRRRR. IM KICKING MY FEET, TWIRLING MY HAIR, CLIMBING UP WALLS, SCREAMING, CRYING, CRAWLING, ALL OF THE ABOVE…….

► 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

⭢ In which: you become ghostface newest target but figure out who’s been behind it all the whole time which shocks you, you loved ethan but he was so obsessed, maybe you were his everything.

☆ | Warning(s): blood , gore , death , suggestive language

☆ | note: when I saw Jack champion as Ethan Landry? I became obsessed recently. now I have a huge obsession with his character. and you will too ;)

☆ | gender: she/her (reader)

You had love for Ethan. you really did. but when it came down to certain things you didn’t like talking about, he dropped the topic. and that’s what you appreciated about him.

But also, he was crazy about you. feral if that’s what you wanna call it. very protective — yes he has that shy demeanor but when you actually take a good look at him in this moment? you can see he isn’t that innocent. if he can kill, he can do much more.

You just saw him twist someone’s guts. why wasn’t it obvious to you before? he was part of the killings. as well as Quinn and their father. the whole family was crazy, Sam got you tangled all into this but it wasn’t her fault you agreed to this anyways.

At the moment you were standing in the middle of Tara and Sam as they were surrounded by the family of Richie. you could see the anger and rage in their eyes. you get it, they lost their brother due to sam killing him. but he was so obsessed with the movies, it was his fault. not hers.

"He was obsessed with the movies! it wasn’t like sam had a choice. he attacked her first, what was she supposed to do? not fight back in her defense?" you questioned, your arm was still bleeding from when Quinn ‘accidentally’ stabbed you.

Ethan turned to you, "you’re really going to let that bitch put that in your pretty little mind? she’s the one in the wrong. Richie did nothing wrong! nothing! And she fucking killed him without any regret. she’s just like her damn father." Tara put a hand on your shoulder but Ethan glared at her.

"Don’t. don’t you fucking touch her!" Ethan yelled, Tara pushed you behind her while staring down Ethan, “No, no you stay the fuck away from her!” she yelled back, Ethan kept glaring at her.

"You keep gettin’ in the way. but I’m gonna fix that real soon, Tara." Ethan threatened, you backed away in fear. what happened to the Ethan you once loved and knew? what happened to the shy Ethan? the dorky one?

He then looked over at you with a smile, he looked at the blood on the knife and realized it was yours. his face turned into one of concern.

"Oh, baby I’m sorry if I hurt you. it wasn’t even aimed at you, it was for Sam. but here, cause Y’know, I love you so much." Ethan said with a crazed laugh.

He licked the blood from the knife, moaning while he did so which caught you off guard. Tara looked at him like he was crazy, what the actual hell was wrong with him..?

"Run!" Sam yelled, Tara grabbed your hand and the both of you started running, you were inside the museum of all the ghostface items and things every person was killed with, you slipped but returned your footing and dashed up the stairs.

"Are you really trying to take what’s mines, Tara?" You heard Ethan say in a low voice — and it scared you, if you were honest. a shiver ran down your spine.

You kept running and leaned against the railing, which broke and caused you to nearly fall. but Tara and Sam were quick to grab you by the wrist and stop you from falling all the way down. but you were hanging and nearly almost done for.

"My hands are slipping, just let go!" you said, Tara felt tears fall from her eyes as she started sobbing, "just hang on okay? just hold our hands, it’s gonna be okay." Sam reassured.

You screamed when a hand grabbed you by the ankle, "help! get off me! someone help!" you continued to yell. Tara held your hand tightly.

She saw Ethan at the bottom with his knife in his hand, a smirk plastered on his lips as he sucked your blood off his fingers.

"You heard her. now you’re hearing me. let her go, Tara." Ethan said with a low growl, "go to hell!" Sam screamed while glaring down at him.

Then your hand slipped, "shit, (Y/n) no!" Tara screamed, you fell to the ground with a thud and groaned in pain. you hurried and crawled away, but Ethan grabbed you by the legs and dragged you back, "No, no, no!" you yelled, looking for any weapon you could find close.

He turned you around and looked down at you with a crazed smile, his eyes glossing a bit because he had you right where he wanted you.

you were all his.

"Ethan, please. please don’t kill me, please." you begged, this must’ve triggered something in him because he went stiff, a frown on his lips appearing.

He cupped your cheek, "baby..why would you think I’d hurt you? wh..what? no, never. once this is all over you can leave with me, my dad, and sister. we wouldn’t have to worry about anything, it’ll be just us. ‘kay baby?" Ethan said while placing a kiss to your cheek.

you continued to sob, you tried pushing him away but you knew nothing was going to work. you were his and only his. It’s not like you didn’t mind it but you didn’t want it this way.

"Shh, my pretty baby. it’s gonna be okay." he whispered in your ear, something sharp stung you in the neck, you realized it was a needle — wha- what? why did he..?

Your eyes felt droopy, "’ts gonna be okay baby, I promise you." then you went limp in his arms. he got you exactly where he wanted you.

in his arms and only his arms. you were so good to him, no one was ever like that to him before. you were different — completely. that’s why he loved you so so so much.

nobody could take that away from him. not even family.

Note: Part two or..? I think this is good, amazing even. I really love the character so here’s my dedication to our precious bby Ethan & jack :))

chad eats reader out while ethan fucks her!!! 🕯️

Omfg yes.

Brooklyn Babe

Warnings- poly relationship, threesome, daddy/mommy kink, mxmxf, p in v, oral (f! Receiving), penetration and oral at the same time, lmk if I missed something

Surprisingly Ethan would be the one who would want to bring it up. Well more like needy for you to be on his tongue. He would whisper something into Chads ear before giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes in the world.

Chad would chuckle before slowing his thrust making you whine, quickly ended from his thumb simulating your clit.

“Our baby wants to be between his mommy’s legs while daddy fucks you.” Chad said as the words left his mouth it was clear it excited you the way you squirmed against him and the way your forehead crinkled in want.

Chad watched as his two baby’s stared up at him waiting for his word.

He was silent for a while a fake thinking face on just to tease a bit. “Please Chad, we’ve been good haven’t we?” You whine and Chad fakes sympathy before smiling for real.

“Yea yes you have does my sweet girl and boy deserve a treat?” He asked and your eyes widen a smile does too as you and Ethan shake your heads together. He laughs as he pulls your hips up a little. He looked at Ethan and motioned for him to begin.

Ethan immediately began, crawling close enough between you and Chad, he placed a kiss to your clit wanting to savor you he opened his mouth closing it around your clit making you clench around Chad who had slowly started his thrust.

Ethan’s tongue danced ballets across your clit, Chad has speed his thrust up and now your body has so much simulation not knowing who to call out to a lot of what you said was a babbles mess.

Chad maneuvered his hips slightly lifting his hips and giving you one particularly sharp thrust with the tip of his dick speared your cervix. He kept doing it the pleasure of being ate out and fucked at the same time as so immaculate you couldn’t stop yourself from cumming.

The broken moan came out as a cry as tears spilled from your eyes, your tight walls clamped even tighter around Chad as he rode you through your high, Ethan soothed your abused clit with his soft thumb.

Chad knew he was close, you were so tight he couldn’t last long, a few more thrust and then he filled you to the brim with his cum.

Supporting hisself with his arms he flipped to the right side of you.

You and Ethan sat on your knees looking at the fucked out male next to you, it seemed you still weren’t quite done. Chad hummed to himself as if he just decided something.

“Okay get to work then.” Chad said putting his arms behind his head muscles bulging. You and Ethan look confused at him, “Oh you poor dumb baby’s, daddy can’t give you everything just cause you want it, now show me what you two can do.” He says giving each of you two kisses to the forehead but a quick and teasing smirk right after it.

And then you and Ethan get to work.

Can you please please please please please please write a bunch more stuff with Chad and Ethan fucking bimbo!reader or bimbo!reader and Chad fucking Ethan so he doesn't die a virgin please please please I'm begging on my hands and knees screaming crying throwing up creaming on the floor begging

boy do I love the Bimbo trope 😩 I will def write more !!

You, Ethan and Chad all hanging out when Chad makes a joke ab Ethan being a virgin n Ethan gets frustrated and upset </3 so to make it up to him you & Chad offer to take his virginity

He looks so embarrassed when you both ask, but he ends up on his knees eating you out while Chad strokes his hair <33 tells him how to make you cum, how to use his fingers and mouth.

“Yeah, buddy. She likes it when you rub her clit like that. See? you’re a natural!”

Ethan moaning into you at the praise and thrusting his hard cock against the bed like a bitch in heat, as you come undone beneath him :)) he really is a natural, and soon you’re teaching him how to make Chad cum too <33

“No, silly! You have to leave kisses on him first to get him worked up! See?”

Eventually, Ethan is stuck between you two as he fucks into your wet cunt and Chad fucks him; he’s crying, all the sensations too much. Never has he felt this full, felt such a big cock and tight pussy. It’s a wonder he’s lasted this long.

But if we’re being honest, he’s already came once and got hard again.

Chad leaves wet kisses along his spine, whispering praises of how much of a good boy he is, how good he’s taking him. You hold the brunnete tightly against you, feeling both him and Chad’s weight on top of you; Kissing Ethan’s forehead when he says that he loves your pussy and Chad’s cock.

“I know, E. Feels good, doesn’t it? I bet Chad’s so big and hard.. oh baby, are you coming again? Thats so cute!”

Playing Dangerous - Ethan Landry x reader x Chad Meeks Martin (18+)

a lil sum for @knxfesup 🤭

Warning: threesome, jealousy, car sex, angry sex, double penetration, marking, degradation, Ethan is literally so mean in this, dumbification, sir kink, daddy kink (it’s said like one time LMFAOO), cum play, breeding kink, a little bit of anal, dom! Ethan landry, dom! Chad meeks Martin, sub!bimbo! Reader

“Oh, my god! I LOVE Kendrick Lamar!”

Your voice rings out through the party you’re at. You always get loud, but it’s not like anyone is sober enough to care. The boy in front of you, some random frat guy with average frat guy music taste, is conversating you about different bands. He smiles, throwing his head back and laughing at your excitement. He’s cute, with sandy blonde hair and and green eyes.

He’s not Ethan or Chad, though.

And you know that. But neither of two boys seem to, because they’re death staring you and the frat boy from across the room.

Chad’s jaw is clenched, hands gripping his drink harshly, as Ethan’s cold stare examines the way you move your body towards him. An innocent little sway of your hips, but Ethan knows better. He knows that move.

When you walk away from the frat boy, his number now innocently resting in your pocket, you make your way over to Ethan and Chad.

“Hey, guys!” You excitedly bring Chad into a hug and kiss Ethan on the cheek. They give you the cold shoulder, however, and ignore you. You frown, not knowing what you did wrong.

“Are you both okay? You look-”

“Shut up,” Chad snaps. “We’re going home.”

Your mouth snaps shut, but then forms into a pout.

“Why are you being so mean? I wanna stay…”

“We don’t really care what you want.” Ethan says. His hand grabs your wrist and he tugs you to him. Him and Chad begin to direct you to your car, and you follow them, irritated.

Usually Ethan lets you sit in the floorboard when Chad drives, lets you rest your cheek against his thigh while he strokes your hair. And sometimes, when Ethan drives, Chad lets you rest your head in his lap in the backseat.

But this time, Ethan shoves you into the back without even a look at you.

He gets in the passenger side, and Chad throws your bag in the back with you. He begins to drive and you glare at him in anger.

“I was having fun.”

Ethan chuckles. “Yeah, sure you were. With that fucking idiot in the backwards hat. What was his name?”

You realize that they’re jealous, and you roll your eyes.

Chad sees your reaction in the mirror and looks back at you through the reflection to give you a harsh stare.

“Don’t roll your fucking eyes at him. Answer the goddamn question.”

You shrug nervously, your attitude slightly wavering at Chad’s tone. Your pink acrylic nails tap against the door handle. The place you’re driving at is mostly empty. It’s 3 a.m, after all, and the party was away from the city.

“He was just some guy named Alex. He gave me his number because he wants to hang out together at his frat wednesday night to talk about the class we share. It’s no big deal.”

“Yeah,” Ethan scoffs. “I’m sure that was the reason. He’s just trying to get into your pants.”

You frown.

“He was just being nice…”

“Baby, guys like that aren’t being nice unless they want something.” Chad cuts in. His tone is soft. Sometimes he gets scared your naiveness might get you into trouble. Both him and Ethan have to think for you most of the time, after all.

But of course, you still have that snarky attitude.

“Whatever…” you mutter. “He’s probably better in bed, anyway. Maybe I’ll still go.”

Chad’s eyes narrow, his hand tight on the steering wheel, and Ethan turns around to look at you angrily.

“That mouth is gonna get you into trouble, bitch. I would stop while you’re ahead.”

“Or what?”

And then Chad is pulling the car over, the road empty and deserted. Both him and Ethan are fuming, and they unbuckle their seat belts and stalk over to your door. When they open it, Chad leans over to roughly undo your seat belt. Your eyes are wide, face flushed.

And then Chad pushes you down, turning your body over and bending you at your knees. He yanks your skirt up, and your underwear down. He hits your ass with a hardened force, and you cry out, hands scrambling to hold yourself up as he spanks you.

“N-no! ‘M sorry.. I won’t ever do it again, sir!”

“Unless I hear a safe word, I’m not stopping.” Chad growls. He spanks you again, harder. Your ass stings, incredibly so. “You get five hits from me, and then Ethan is going to give you five more. Is that understood?”

You nod, ass backing up against the boy’s hand more. Although you love the feeling and only have three hits left from Chad, you dread the time when Ethan has to punish you. Even if he’s the smaller of the two, he’s the meanest.

Chads hand comes down on you again, and your body surges forward in the warm leather seat. Your pussy clenches, flooding with wetness, and the boy’s hand comes down one last time. You moan at the sting, and he rubs your ass soothingly before moving out of the way so Ethan can finish the job. And when Chad goes over to the other side of the car to get into the seat beside you, he begins to stroke your hair. it’s a form of comfort; he knows how harsh your shared boyfriend can be, and always stays beside you in case you get too overwhelmed.

You can feel Ethan’s soft palms press against you, and you tense. The sting of his harsh hits doesn’t come, however.

Because his hands move from you, and down to his belt.

Your eyes widen when you hear the sound of the metal buckle coming undone. He pulls it through the loops of his jeans, and you feel the leather up against your ass.

“You know I don’t like doing this stuff, sweetness.” Ethan sighs. “But you need to be disciplined.”

And then the belt is cracking down. You cry when it hits your skin, tears welling in your eyes, but Ethan just chuckles dryly.

“Don’t cry on me now. You asked for this.”

You sniffle. “Sorry, sir.”

Ethan rolls his eyes, and spanks you again. It’s harder than the first, and it fucking hurts.

But of course, that doesn’t stop you from being extremely turned on. Your legs are shaking, your tight little cunt begging for release. But you know it probably won’t come, not for the rest of the night or tomorrow. Another one of Ethan’s forms of harsh punishment; he doesn’t like other men being around you except for Chad, and he has little patience. You knew this, of course. You don’t know why you do this to yourself.

The second hit. Your body practically flattens itself to the seat, your ass clenching to prevent the harsh sting of the belt. You try to crawl away from the painful hits, but Ethan notices, and inhales sharply through his teeth.

“Don’t do that,” he grunts. He grabs your legs and pulls you back to him roughly, and you mewl. “You’re gonna sit and take it like your supposed to, like a good fuckin’ girl. Jesus, it’s like you’re begging to get hurt. It’s pathetic.”

You shakily exhale, relaxing your body as much as you can, and the belt comes down for a third time. You sob, tears streaming messily down your flushed cheeks. Your mascara is smeared, lipstick worn off and staining the edges of your mouth. Chad watches your beautiful form next to him, his cock now in his hand as he strokes himself. Normally when you cry he’s concerned; but now, knowing that the pain brings you carnal pleasure, he wants nothing more than to shove his hot prick inside you.

You lift your head up to look at Chad, watch him touch himself and leak all over his own hand. “C’mon, sweet girl,” he murmurs “Just two more…”

“And then you’ll both fuck me?” You look into his eyes with a hazy, exited gaze. He smiles.

“Yeah, baby. Then we’ll fuck you.” He looks back at Ethan, and the boy nods.

“Give Ethan a kiss, honey. Thank him for punishing you.”

You bite your lip, hesitant. You turn around to look at him, and he smiles for the first time that night. You grin, moving your abused body up to press a kiss to his lips. The boy’s hand wraps around your throat to hold you upright, his mouth moving against yours in tandem. But only for a moment, before he pulls away.

“Thank you for punishing me, sir.” you murmur. Ethan strokes the expanse of your neck as he holds you up.

“You’re welcome, angel. Now lay back down, okay?”

You nod, bringing your body back down. He begins to give you directions, ways to position your body so Chad can see more of you and make himself feel good.

“Lift that pretty ass up… yeah, you sweet little whore. Just like that. Show Chad how slutty you are.”

You whine, pressing yourself against Ethan’s hips, feeling his hard cock poking through, as you lift your ass up.

And then he spanks you with the belt again, and more tears begin to flow. And finally, when you’re on the last hit, welts are running along your ass and thighs. You collapse in relief that it’s over. The fact that no one has stopped to see what’s going on is a mystery to you, but you aren’t complaining.

Chad moves onto his knees, his hard cock in front of you. He grabs your hair to lift you back up, and you moan. He shoves his cock into your open, awaiting mouth. You choke, your throat keening under the pressure of his fat dick. Ethan positions himself behind you, and you gasp when you feel his now naked cock pressing against your warm heat. He spreads your pussy lips apart and pushes in, filling you to the brim.

You cry out around Chad’s cock, and he mutters a small ‘son of a bitch!’ before beginning to shallowly fuck your throat.

Ethan begins to fuck you hard and rough, hands gripping your ass as he thrusts into you. He feels so hot, so good inside you, and he laughs when you try to pull yourself towards him.

“Poor baby. You just love being a little cock sleeve, huh?” Ethan spreads your cheeks apart, spitting down onto your other hole. He shoves a finger in, and you mewl. “Can’t even hold yourself up right now, and you think that that frat boy can fuck you better than us? God, you really are an airhead.”

Your cheeks heat at the degradation. The sound of both Chad and Ethan’s hips hitting your skin is loud inside the car, and your juices drip down your thighs as Ethan adds another finger to your tight ass. Chad thrusts into your mouth deeply one last time, before pulling off. You gasp for air, chest heaving, and your mouth hovers over Chad’s waist. Ethan’s thrusts begin to slow. His hips stutter, and you know he’s close.

“C’mon, Eth,” you beg, fucking your ass back onto him. He moans. “Don’t you want to cum inside my pussy? Wan’ your cum, sir, wan’ it so bad-”

“Fuck!” He groans, his cock finally spilling inside your tight heat. Your eyes roll back at the warmth, and Ethan rests himself on top of you. Your cunt is throbbing, finally getting the hot cum that it’s been aching for the entire night. Ethan rests for a moment, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.

“Gonna let me fuck her, man? Or are you gonna keep her all to yourself?” Chad teases to the boy , and he rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“Yeah, Jesus. Let me pull out.”

And when he does, he grabs you by your shoulders and spins you around. Your pussy faces Chad now, and he uses his fingers to gather the sticky cum dripping out of your opening to soak his cock. Ethan’s dick jumps at that, and he can feel himself getting hard again. His stamina is honestly scary, but it makes for good fucking at the end of the day.

You whimper when you see that he’s hard again. Chad pushes into you, the sound of Ethan’s cum inside of you making a loud wet sound. You clench around him, and the boy grits his teeth to stop from orgasming too soon. He lifts his shirt up and holds it with his teeth, watches your ass bounce as he fucks you and Ethan’s white cum create a thick ring around his dick. He brings his hands down to grip the red welts on your ass tightly. You cry out in pain, but it only spurs him on.

Ethan rubs his tip against your lips, and laughs.

“I’m gonna cum all over this slutty little face. God, you’re gonna be covered, baby. If this doesn’t get you pregnant, I don’t know what will.”

You moan, lips coming up to kiss the tip of his cock.

Ethan grins. “You like that, you sweet dumb thing? Wanna make me and Chad a daddy?”

“Yes! Please, please fill me up!”

Chad huffs, face on fire, and you clench down on him. He makes a low animalistic sound in his throat as he orgasms, his cum filling you up just like Ethan’s did. You clench, wanting to keep him cock inside for warmth. And he does just that, cock warming you as Ethan begins to touch himself in front of your face. You stick out your tongue, waiting for his load to land on it. It doesn’t take long before he’s creaming all over your tongue, face, and neck.

“Good little bitch. Take daddy’s cum. Yeah, that’s it. Filled the fuck up, aren’t you?”

You nod, trying not to giggle as your mouth stays open. Ethan lifts your chin up so he can examine his handiwork.

“Good girl. Now swallow.”

You obey, swallowing him down. He takes his fingers and scoops up some of the cum on your neck and feeds it to you, and you take it eagerly. Behind you, Chad finally pulls out, and tuts when he sees that his seed is dripping out.

“Can’t have any of that slipping out, sweet girl. Think you can hold it in with your fingers until we get home?”

“Yes, sir.”

And you do just that. As they fix your clothes and buckle you back up, you keep your fingers inside yourself obediently. Ethan keeps you company in the backseat as Chad drives once again, one hand kneading your tits and the other pressing kisses to your collarbones.

“You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”

“Proud enough to let me cum?” You whisper. Your eyes are hopeful, and he sighs.

“Fine, but just this once.”

And then he’s rubbing your clit in slow circles, and you’re tilting your head back in ecstasy.

Imagine having both chad and ethan use you as a cum dump over and over again tag team style<3

All four of the Lost Boys were experienced singers irl.

And we did not get a single song from any of them for the movie or the soundtrack.

We. Were. ROBBED!

VECNA: Did you take out Steve as I requested? KAS!EDDIE: Steve has been taken out, yes. VECNA: You have my great- KAS!EDDIE: It was a great restaurant. KAS!EDDIE: We had a romantic candlelit dinner. KAS!EDDIE: Steve proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.