I’m Not Even Going To Lie, Most Of My Daydreams About The Lost Boys End Up With Me Dying Only Because

I love him<3🥹

tlb hc

Dwayne always carries laddie to bed from the main party, and while walking to laddies room, you can always hear the echoey shouting and laughing as the rest of the boys, michael and star party

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]

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.

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.”

At this point I think my page is becoming a The Lost Boys fan account and I don’t feel bad about it.

Omg I love these

Tatum is actually a leprechaun 🥰 congratulations on the coming out babe

“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…….

I have so many concerts planned this year!! I’m so excited!

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.”

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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