Pairing: Sub!Charlie Walker X Dom!Reader

Sorry for being 100 years old. Bitch

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.

For the ghostface one it’s legit just be me simping over everybody in my favorite scary movie(the lost boys 1987) till they come kill me

POV: Slashers with a Gen-Z Victim + their reactions

Slashers x Reader

Horror/Thriller Movies

-Ghostface-

Yn: My favorite scary movie? Oh god bro, I'm super indecisive.

Ghostface: *Wondering how long this will take*

-Hannibal-

Yn: So, like... are you... (does gay hand sign) No? Really?

Hannibal: *Questioning his life*

-The Grabber-

Yn: Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry.

Grabber: *Actually speechless*

-Art The Clown-

Yn: Wow, queen. Slay!

Art: *Shy but strutting his stuff*

-Chucky-

Yn: Oh my, how kinky

Chucky: *Confused but likes it*

-Pinhead-

Yn: Oof...

Pinhead: *Confused*

-Jason Vorhees-

Yn: Aw, you look like a surgery lil muffin top

Jason: *Shy boi*

-Michael Myers-

Yn: It's giving... drama kid vibes.

Michael: *Confused and offended*

-Thomas Hewitt-

Yn: Oh no, I hope I don't fall... into this dick-

Thomas: *Blushing*

-

I just did this for a crappy Halloween post!

But anyways thank you for the support and Happy Halloween folks!!! <3

The lost boys as various text posts

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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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.

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 !

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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.

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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"

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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."

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

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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!

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

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."