I Get To Go To Rockzilla And I’m Freaking Out!! I’m Gonna Cream If I Make Eye Contact With Ronnie

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."

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

The way my instant reaction was just :0

✭・. desire.

ethan landry x reader.

summary : just ethan fucking you against a wall.

warnings : smut + language + blood. ! SPOILERS FOR SCREAM VI !

———☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ♡ ☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ———

it's been a year. a year since richie and amber destroyed your life. a year of waking up every night screaming after having a nightmare. it had to stop.

when your friends asked you to come and live with them in new york a few months ago, you refused. but the more the months passed and the more you felt alone.

that's why a few weeks ago, you called each of them to ask them to put you up until you found a small apartment not far from the university.

"i would like y/n. really, but with tara and quinn, all the rooms are taken." sam told you.

"it doesn't bother me but... you might hear us a lot anika and me, well you know, you might hear us doing certain things." mindy said

there was only one person left. chad.

"no problem gorgeous , I'll arrange the third bedroom for you and you can move in with us whenever you want. ethan is nice, a little shy but nice." your best friend told you.

you were so excited. can't wait to see your friends, but above all can't wait to start a new life far away from woodsboro and especially far away from ghostface.

———☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ♡ ☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ———

it was eight o'clock in the morning, your taxi had just dropped you off in front of chad and ethan's building and you couldn't help but smile. this city is so big that no one is likely to find you. especially not the man in the white mask who haunted your nights.

after taking the elevator to the fourth floor, you took the corridor on your right as your friend had told you and stopped in front of apartment 45.

you raised your arm to knock but before you could move the door slammed open.

" y/n !"

" chad !"

you jumped at the brunette and hugged him, so happy to see your best friend. the boy did not take long to reciprocate the gesture.

"you still smell so good." he exclaimed.

you laughed "you’re still so weird."

he pulled back and lightly pinched your nose "i missed you, little head."

you smiled at him "I missed you too, big head."

he pushed aside to let you into the apartment.

once inside, he took your coat and your bag "is that all you took?" he asked you.

"yeah, i just took some change and some stuff. my parents will send me the rest."

he nodded and put your things on a small bench in the hallway.

"come, let me introduce you to ethan."

you followed him to the kitchen where a boy with curly hair was sitting at the counter. "ethan" hearing his name, the boy looked up. you can't help but notice how cute he was. "this is my best friend y/n." the boy's gaze fell on you for a moment then he quickly looked away. "y/n, this is ethan."

you waved your hand "hi"

"hi" he muttered, then he got up, got his things and walked towards what you assumed was his room.

chad turned to you pursing his lips "he's shy."

you nodded slightly, still confused by what had just happened. as a first meeting you had known better. did you scare him ? maybe he didn't like you. but you had only just met him, it was stupid.

your best friend cleared his throat, bringing you back to reality. " i forgot to tell you, but we're going to sam’s place in twenty minutes."

you widened your eyes "wait what? but i've only just arrived. and i won't be ready in twenty minutes."

he shook his head, raising his shoulders "but yes ! I installed your room, you just have to change, plus the girls don't know you're in town."

you crossed your arms "oh, so for once in your life you managed to keep your mouth shut."

a mischievous smile appeared on chad's face "oh, girls i had dated prefer when my mouth is open, especially between their-"

you cover your ears "shut up, I'm going to change."

he laughed and tickled you as you walked past him. "chad stop"

"ok"

———☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ♡ ☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ———

after putting on jeans, a tank top and a leather jacket, you tore your hair down and put on some make-up, in ten minutes you were ready.

it was not the case of chad…

you growled when you saw that your friend wasn't ready and was running around looking for a t-shirt.

"seriously chad, put something else on your back it's okay."

"nah nah and nah, it's the t-shirt tara gave me. and besides, don't pretend that you don't like seeing me shirtless."

you rolled your eyes, then what he just said hit you.

"wait. you have a crush on tara!"

chad froze and turned to you "what? nah, it's just that...she gave it to me and...it would be rude not to put it on."'

"of course, I believe you." you smirked and chad gives you the middle finger.

ethan came towards you but moved very far away from you.

okay nice… you thought.

chad yelled which startled you. seeing your reaction he apologized "sorry kitten, I just found my top. come on, let's go, I have to stop and buy some beer, Tara only likes corona."

you smiled shaking your head.

———☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ♡ ☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ———

while chad was in the store, you were in the car with ethan, who still hadn't spoken to you.

a ding caught your attention. a new notification appeared on your phone. it was that damn dating app that mindy told you to install. a certain brian came to send you a picture. you opened it. and the photo of a dick appeared. you growled and blocked him. that was the downside with this kind of app, the guys you met on it only wanted one thing. sex. after turning off your phone, you leaned your head against the glass and sighed.

"you shouldn't be on this kind of app." for the first time that evening, ethan had just spoken to you.

you didn't know what to say, but it could be a good way to strike up a conversation with him. after all, you were going to live with him for a while so you might as well be on good terms.

"yes, I know. i thought i would meet good people, but i only come across perverts."

"you're really pretty. that's what they come for. maybe you should try talking to guys who are less handsome or popular, but who really care about you."

he finds you pretty. the cutest guy you've ever seen thinks you're pretty. you must have dreamed. and his voice. lord, you could kneel before him and do anything he asked just by hearing his voice.

"yeah well. every guy, popular or not, are interested in me until they see my scars and learn who i am. thanks to richie and amber."

you expected ethan to answer you but he kills himself. at the same time, chad got into the car and drove to sam's place.

———☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ♡ ☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ———

"chad! you're late. again." grumbled mindy.

the three girls were busy in the kitchen so they didn't see you come in behind chad.

"i have a body of god, it takes time to take care of it before going out."

"of course." his twin replied.

" i feel like a wave of mockery coming from you mindy. isn't it y/n?"

you approached and saw the three girls turn sharply, shock evident on their faces.

"holy shit." exclaimed sam

tara threw herself into your arms and mindy put down the bottle she was holding so as not to drop it, still in shock. they haven't seen you in months except for facetime.

"it's good to see you." murmured the little brunette who hugged you against her without wanting to let you go.

"it's good to see you too tara."

"okay okay, let go. it's my turn now." mindy exclaimed as she pulled tara away from you.

she cupped your face in her hands "fuck. is it good to be able to touch you." chad opened his mouth to comment but mindy cut him off rolling her eyes "not sexually dumbass."

you laughed and hugged your friend.

after a while she withdrew to make way for sam.

"i missed you." the eldest carpenter told you.

"i missed you too sam."

after a while, two other girls arrived introducing themselves as anika and quinn, after greeting them, you started to eat. it's been a year since you felt so good, surrounded by those you love and safe. your friends had all changed a lot over the past year, you were so proud of them. but something bothered you, like a bad feeling. you shook your head slightly to erase the feeling. after all, you were safe, nothing could happen.

you felt eyes on you. you turned and met ethan's eyes. you smiled at him but he turned his head towards quinn, they exchanged a strange look.

maybe they are a couple.

but they don't act like one. you looked away and focused on what mindy and anika were saying. after a few hours, your eyes began to close. chad was the first to notice.

"do you want us to go home?"

"i'll go home. but you, stay here. i'll walk."

"nah, we're going home too."

you knew he wanted to stay to spend time with tara. but you also knew that he wouldn't let you go home alone. "chad. stay here, i'll be fine, i promise."

as he was going to answer you, ethan cut him off. "i will accompany her."

chad was surprised but accepted. you got up, said goodbye to everyone and left with the brunette.

———☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ♡ ☆ ★ ❀ ✿ ———

the walk to the apartment was quiet and long. why did ethan want to come with you if it was to be cold with you. after a while, you found the courage to ask him the question you were dying to ask.

"did I do something to you ?"

you keep walking, and ethan didn't bother to turn to you when answering. "no, why ?"

"since I arrived you have spoken to me very little. and I have the impression that you don't like me too much."

"i don't know you, that's all. i'm always suspicious of people i don't know."

you didn't realize it, but for a few minutes, you had been following ethan down a dark, deserted alley.

"ok if you say so."

ethan froze, which made you stop. he turned his head in all directions.

"ethan what’s going on ?" you asked him.

he didn't answer you, you were going to ask him the question again, but he threw himself on you and pinned you against the wall behind you, kissing you.

it didn't take you long to respond by sliding your arms around his neck and kissing him. usually, you'll have pushed the boy away and probably slapped him. but ethan, you were really attracted to him. and we're not going to lie to each other, it's been a few months since you've had sex, so you weren't going to say no to a bang. after a while you pull away to catch your breath, he turned his lips to your neck, biting, licking and sucking on it in order to leave some marks. you moan when he finds your sensitive spot.

"ethan, someone might see us."

"i don't give a fuck."

you were ashamed to admit it, but hearing him talk like that made you wet.

"then fuck me."

he smiled against your neck "it was planned."

he pushed himself away from you, sliding his hands down your body until he was waiting for your jeans. he unbuttoned it and slid it off you, leaving your legs exposed in an alley. he knelt in front of you, knowing what he was going to do, you held your breath. he took the strip of your panties between his fingers and tore it. you were about to complain but ethan buried his head between your legs and took your pussy in his mouth. you moaned loudly and ran your hand through his hair.

"fuck, ethan."

you had a lot of guys who had went down on you. but ethan, fuck, it's like he's been doing this his whole life. between his tongue and his lips, you thought you were dying of pleasure. the more he penetrated you with his tongue, the louder you moaned. after a few minutes, the pleasure was too intense and you cum against his lips. he stood up as you caught your breath. he licked his lips "you taste so good."

"fuck me."

he smiled at you and lowered his pants to his knees, his boxers were the second to be lowered.

his dick was big and hard you didn't think it was going to fit but ethan grabbed your jaw between his fingers and made you look at him "it'll be fine." you nodded and he kissed you again. ethan took your left leg and put it against his hip. he spat into his hand and pumped himself a little before putting his cock towards your entrance. and in one movement he penetrated you, which made you moan and close your eyes. he didn't move, he took your other leg and lifted it, which allowed him to sink even more inside you. "fuck you’re so tight." he started his movements, slowly, pressing you more against the wall. you were still sensitive, which made you cry with pleasure at each thrust. "ethan, i'm close." he put his hand around your neck and squeezed lightly. his dominating side excited you even more and made you moan pornographic. the more he squeezed and the more you moaned, after a while you felt your second orgasm coming. "ethan, I'll-" you didn't have time to finish your sentence. an orgasm washed over you, making you moan and roll your eyes. ethan kept moving, and you knew he was going to cum, you nibbled on his earlobe "go ahead, cum inside me." that's all he needed to end up in you. he leaned his forehead against yours and caught his breath.

with one hand he pulled up his boxers and his pants. he lowered you to the ground, but his other hand still remained around your neck. "ethan you can take your hand off."

suddenly he looked up and smiled at you, and his hand squeezed more and more around your neck, making you gasp for air. "ethan" you were trying to beg him to stop but he kept going. he passed his other hand behind his back, you hadn't seen what he had taken, but you felt it. it was a knife.

a knife he stuck in your stomach, you tried to scream, but ethan stopped you. he raised the knife higher and higher. you felt yourself dying little by little. he dropped you to the ground and watched you bleed out. after your last breath. he took his phone and called chad.

"chad, oh my god that's horrible. we got attacked by ghostface. y/n, she's dead."

► 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 :))

I’m not even going to lie, most of my daydreams about the lost boys end up with me dying only because I’m too much of a whore for them to keep me with them.

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

Hello love! I'm backkk I need my poly ghost boys and Vincent when the reader surprises them with some really revealing lingerie 😶 some smut too? Tyyyy- your biggest fan and supporter

Hii darling <3! You're always welcomed here.. also are we about to kiss right now??? <3

Beep Beep Warning!!: Smut, Grabbing/Groping, roughness. Leaving marks. Degradation, Afab with feminine pet names, stu n billy being stu n billy. is very very unedited!!, its also shit but so is my page lol. Buckle up bbs <3

Quick lil bullet list ya know it goes now bbs:

these two dummies are falling over themselves and each other trying to touch you first.

Calling each other names until they finally get a hold of you

Their hands never leave your body once that night

That poor piece of lingerie is ruined now lol

they are definitely the type to take photos of the lingerie barely on your body

ps they also keep a copy of it in their wallet/ maybe a little shredded piece of the lingerie

stu n billy both would tease you with it in public FOREVER.

Billy would totally buy you more so him and stu can ruin you in it.

good luck, you just gave these boys a reason to rip your clothes off lol

onto our dirty lil unedited smut <3: 

They did it, finally after chasing you throughout the house and tripping over each other for like a good 10 minutes. you were caught in-between the two, breathing hard with the smuggest little smile on your face.  

The pair came closer to you, both panting like a dog and with a crazed look in each of their eyes and in due time, you found yourself squished in-between them with their greedy hands. A pair of them went straight for your breasts, roughly grabbing as much as he fit in his palms and it pulled on the thin pieces of cloth that barely covered them.

Your nipples hardening under Stu's needy touch. he smirked down at ya as his thumbs found the hard buds, moving them into small circles now.

Billy was more focused on your ass, grabbing greedy handfuls of it, testing how far the fabric could stretch (thankfully, a lot) and occasionally he’ll have his hand wander down to your thigh and dig his fingers into the meat of it, leaving delicious little ‘o’ shaped bruises that’ll stay for weeks. 

“God~ fuck me please already.” you barely noticed that you were even speaking, but somehow it passed through your lips. A moan cut off another pathetic 'please' as stu grind his knee into your cunt, into your desperate clit.

The muscles in your legs were absolutely jelly now, making you fall onto billy for support, laying your head on his shoulder while he now also grind his throbbing erection into your ass. He turned his head only to bite and suck at your neck. 

Both boys were seemingly lost in the sounds of your little moans and begs until a loud snap echoed off of the walls.

Stu and billy both pulled away from you only to see that the right side of your bra was hanging exposing more of your breast to them. A dark chuckle rumbled out of Billy's throat, his hands found their way back to your ass, he pulled on the thin straps on your panties until he heard another snap, panties now matching your bra. You faced stu with your face burning hot and saw that familiar cocky grin stretch across his lips. Another little chuckle from Billy let you know that he had a matching one as his hands ripped the rest of the straps easily.

“guys this was like 30 bu-” you were cut off by stu stuffing his fingers into your needy cunt, making a guttural moan rip out of your throat and that just made Stu almost snort.

Billy wrapped his hand around your throat and tightened it, feeling the moans slip out of it. He made eye contact with Stu. “We’ll pay you back, wont we billy?” Stu cackled, pumping his fingers into your hole hard, making a slight thud noise when he bottoms out.

your voice went an octave higher when Stu found your g-spot beginning to brutally push into it over and over. Billy snuck his other arm around ya, filling your mouth with two fingers, sliding them right along your tongue. “I think we’re already paying her back dont ya think? Whore loves it.” billy grunted into your ear, before taking a nip at the lobe with his teeth.

“Uh-huh~ good whore, getting all dressed up for --” Stu pressed both fingers right into your g-spot, watching your face twist in pleasure. “Us~” He groaned and you moaned along with him, feeling your needy cunt grip onto his fingers like a vice. 

“Such a good little whore letting us ruin her~” Billy added pressure to the sides of your neck bringing warm tingles to cloud your brain. “Little pet wants to cum so bad huh?” He asked fingers still pumping deep in your mouth you could only let out noises. 

“wants us to ruin her~” Stu laughed, leaning into you as he slowly picked up your right leg with his free hand. He could now reach much deeper into you now, his thumb on your clit and swiping it left to right. 

you felt your left knee almost buckle. 

“Nod if you wanna cum baby?” Billy cooed, his breath hot and heavy against his ear. “You want to cum right baby?” 

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.”

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.