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

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

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

theo worshipping your body bc he’s a great bf

good morning

fucking you on your childhood bed

he’s so sensitive (my personal favorite😍)

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

he loves your tits

making out PASSIONATELY with your “best friend” theo

theo fucks you with your slytherin skirt on

italy trip together ;)

“sit on my face.”

trying something new

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

stop he loves you so so much <33

Paul: If Marko and I were both drowning, who would you save?

Dwayne: I don't know, both of you?

Paul: No, you can only save one of us

Dwayne: Well, I'd probably save Marko because he can't swim that well and I happen to know you're an excellent swimmer

Paul: Suppose I was holding an anchor? Who would you save then?

Dwayne: Well, why don't you let go of the anchor?

Paul: it's a family heirloom from Max.

Dwayne: I'm leaving.

Can u do a paul or dwayne version of

Fem!Reader x Ghost!Marko

Okay here is the final installment of the 'Here To Stay' series..? I guess.

Here To Stay (Dwayne)

Fem!Reader x Ghost!Dwayne

TW: Death, cancer, suicide

I laid on my bed, the whole house silent. The only living thing in here now, was me. It has been a whole month since my mom died and I felt so completely numb. My mom and I both knew that it was coming for a while now. Stage 4 cancer. Even though I knew it was just a matter of time, I still wasn’t prepared for it. I don’t think anyone could ever prepare for something like that. I had only found out after she had died, that she left everything to me. The money, the house and everything in it. I would give it all up just to see her again. I stared blankly up at the ceiling, nothing really going through my head. Just… Blank. That was until I heard a noise from downstairs. I slowly sat up and just sat there for a few moments, trying to wrack my brain for what could have caused the noise, but I couldn’t think of anything. Deciding that I needed to go check, I slowly got up and made my way out of my room and down the old wooden stairs. I silently cursed as the next step my foot landed on, let out a rather loud creak. Shit. I cringed at the noise. I stayed still for a few moments and listened. Nothing. I let out a quiet breath and continued. 

I made my way around the whole of the downstairs but didn’t find anything. “Great. I must be going crazy now.” I muttered to myself as I walked back into the living room. Just as I reached the stairs, about to go back up to my room, someone spoke. “You’re not crazy, princess.” I froze. My eyes wide and my heart beating so fast I could swear it was about to jump out of my chest. Though, through my initial fear, I felt a weird sort of calm and comfort wash over me at the sound of the voice. It was deep, soft and gentle. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” There it was again. His voice was like honey and I was desperate to drown in it. Suddenly, I realized that I have still yet to move or speak. Slowly, I turned around. My eyes widened even more at the sight before me. There, standing in front of me, was the most beautiful man that I have ever seen in my life. He was tall and had long dark brown hair. His jaw strong and sharp and his nose much the same. His eyes were a gorgeous chocolate brown. As my eyes traveled down, I discovered that, while he was wearing a jacket, he had no shirt on, letting me admire his toned and muscular chest and stomach. He wasn’t overly muscular, but my god was he beautiful. 

He had obviously noticed my staring, the corner of his lips pulled up in a satisfied smirk as he let out a light chuckle. My cheeks burned from embarrassment and I quickly looked away. “Sorry.” I quietly muttered. Wait. Why am I apologizing? He is a stranger that somehow got into my house. Snapping my head back up to look at him, my eyebrows knitted together. “Wait. Who are you and how did you get into my house?” I asked him. He thought for a moment before answering. “My name is Dwayne. I uh.. I’m sort of.. Stuck here.” He told me. I watched his face, trying to figure out if he was lying to me or not, but his face only showed honesty. “What do you mean stuck?” I asked, curiously. I hadn’t even realized, but I had walked towards him. I was now standing right in front of him. “I’m stuck in this house. I can’t leave.” He confessed. Dwayne then went into more detail, telling me about what had happened here. The fight, him dying and even about what he and his brothers were before they died. 

Dwayne and I were now sitting on the stairs, mainly because I felt a little light headed with all of the information I had just taken in. “You okay, princess?” Dwayne asked me, reaching a hand over and placing it on my knee in a comforting way. I looked up at Dwayne, meeting his eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just processing everything.” I told him truthfully. He just nodded his head in response. After a few moments, a thought occurred to me. “I just realized. I never even told you my name.” I said with a light chuckle. “It’s y/n, by the way.” I added, bumping my shoulder into his, earning a chuckle out of him. God, his smile is so gorgeous. 

Dwayne couldn’t believe that he had found his mate. He felt like his heart could almost beat again. You were so beautiful, he had never seen anyone so perfect in his life. The elated feeling of happiness he felt was soon replaced with despair. He was a ghost. He was too late in finding you. He felt like his heart had been revived and then crushed at the same time. He wanted so badly to be with you, to have you as his, because you were his and he was yours, but he knew it couldn’t happen. So, he just resigned himself to watching you as you went on about your life. Years went by, you first moved in when you were seventeen and you were now almost twenty, he had kept track of your birthday. It was then that your mom died. He tried his best to keep his distance still, but his overwhelming urge to be with you and comfort you was too much, so finally, after years of just watching you, he made himself known. 

Since that night, Dwayne had been hanging around basically 24/7. Not that I minded it, the exact opposite actually. For the first time since my mom had died, I was happy. Genuinely happy. Over the last couple of months that Dwayne had been around, we had gotten to know each other really well and with that, I had begun to crush on him pretty hard. Well, less crush and more falling completely in love with him. I knew that it was pointless seeing as he was a ghost but I couldn’t help it. Every time I looked at him, heard his voice, saw that adorable and slightly wonky smile of his, I just fell harder and harder. I wish we could have met before all of this. There were times when I thought for a moment that maybe he felt the same way, but my mind always brushed it off and reminded me that no one as amazing as Dwayne could like, let alone love, someone like me. 

I was sitting on the couch, reading a book, when Dwayne sat down next to me. “What are you reading?” He asked. I looked up from the book to look at him. I moved the book to show him the cover. He read it and a grin broke out on his face. “Dracula, huh? It’s a good book.” He said, scooting himself closer to me. “So.. You like vampires, huh?” He asked teasingly, a sly smirk on his face as he rested one of his arms along the back of the couch and the other on his thigh. I gave him a dumbfounded look before laughing. This caused him to laugh along with me. “What was that supposed to be?” I asked him as my laughter died down. He just gave me a shrug, the smirk still not having left his face. “A pick up line?” He said. That caused me to stop. Wait. Was he being serious? Was he still just joking around? 

Dwayne must have noticed my sudden change as his smirk was quickly wiped from his face and replaced with a slightly worried expression. “Sorry. Have I been reading this wrong?” He asked. It took my mind way too long to catch up with what he was saying, but I finally managed to say something. “Wait. You, like me?” I asked him, still in complete disbelief. Dwayne raised a brow at me and brought a hand to my cheek, letting his knuckles graze the skin. “I thought I was making that pretty clear, princess.” He whispered as he moved his face closer to mine. “Dwayne.” Was all I managed to breathe out as he pressed his lips to mine. I melted into him as he kissed me. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to me, not being able to get enough of him. Dwayne pulled back after a while, brushing my hair behind my ear and giving me a soft and loving smile. 

“I need to tell you something, princess.” He whispered against my skin as he brought his lips to my neck. “Hmmm?” I hummed in reply, enjoying the feeling of his lips exploring my neck too much to answer with words. “Vampires, we have mates.” He spoke between kisses. “And you’re mine.” He finally said. I felt my heart skip a beat at his words. I pulled back and looked at him. “Like, soulmates?” I asked, wanting to clarify and make sure I knew exactly what he meant. Dwayne nodded. “Yes. Two souls, destined to be together by fate itself. We are two halves of a whole.” The words he spoke made my heart flutter with love and happiness. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true. I smiled at Dwayne and brought him into another kiss.

After Dwayne’s confession a few months ago, I had been on cloud nine, though, every now and then, I would be reminded of the fact that Dwayne was dead and I wasn’t. I would grow old while he would stay the same. It broke my heart to think of that. I wanted to be with him forever, just like this. Just as we are now. A thought occurred to me in times like these. If I died in this house, I could possibly become a ghost like Dwayne. That way, we could be together forever, and be just as we are now. I knew that I couldn’t bring this up to Dwayne. He would absolutely refuse me doing something like that. If I was to do it, I would have to be sneaky about it. He never did pop into the bathroom when I had the door shut. He knew I needed privacy in there and he was respectful of that. That would have to be where I did it. I already had a pretty good idea of how. There were pills in there that I had that would do the job. 

That night, I had made up my mind. I would do whatever I had to to be with Dwayne forever. I told him that I was going to take a quick shower as I made my way into the bathroom. I waited a moment before turning on the shower taps then made my way to the cabinet. I took out the pill bottle and stared at it for a while. I can’t believe I’m really about to do this. I started to have second thoughts about it. Not because I didn’t want to be with Dwayne, but because I was scared. Was it going to hurt? I shook those thoughts out of my head. No. I have to do this. I twisted open the bottle and emptied the contents in my hand. I took a deep breath before I started swallowing pills. With every pill I swallowed, my nerves grew. I was scared out of my mind but there was also this little feeling of…. Comfort? I was comforted by the thought of being with Dwayne and nothing being able to tear us apart.

After I was finished, I put the bottle back in the cabinet and actually stepped into the shower, just to wet myself, then got back out. By the time I had come out of the bathroom and was back in my bedroom, I was feeling nauseous, dizzy and my head was fuzzy. Dwayne immediately knew that something was wrong. “Y/n? Are you okay? What happened?” He hurriedly asked, concern laced in his voice. He helped me over to the bed and laid me down. “Come here.” I slurred and clumsily grabbed for him. “Hold me. Please.” I mumbled as I closed my eyes. “Y/n?” Dwayne asked as he laid down beside me and held me. “What did you do?” He whispered. My body felt heavy and thinking, let alone talking, felt so difficult. “Pills” Was all I managed to get out. 

Dwayne held my body as he cried. His heart was broken into a million little pieces. “Dwayne.” I said his name from beside him. I was standing beside the bed that he was still laying on. His head snapped up to me, his eyes wide. He let go of my body and gently laid it down before getting up and pulling me into a tight hug. “Why? Why did you do that?” He begged. I felt horrible about the pain that I had brought him but I knew that it was something that had to be done. “I did it for us. I did it so we could be together forever.” I whispered to him. Dwayne pulled back slightly and looked down at me. “What-” It took him a moment for my words to sink in. “Princess. You didn’t have to do that. I would never have wanted you to kill yourself just to be with me like this.” He said to me, bringing his hands up to cup my cheeks. I brought my hands up and placed them over his. “I love you, Dwayne. I would die a thousand times over if it meant I could get even just a chance to spend eternity with you.” I said, barely being about to finish my sentence as he quickly brought me into a long and passionate kiss. My arms moved and wrapped around his neck, his hand moving to my waist. “I love you too, y/n. I loved you before I met you. I loved you before our first meeting. I love you now and I will continue to love you forever.” Dwayne whispered against my lips.

TAGS: @6lostgirl6 @britany1997 @checkitoutmikey

It's Just Dark 🕯️

Marko/Paul/Dwayne/David/GN!Reader (They/Them Pronouns)

Summary: After realizing that monsters may actually be real, you decided to venture back into the dark to confirm your suspicions. But don't be scared. Four friendly faces will help you remember how fun the dark can truly be~

Thank you @ghoulgeousimmaculate for my first ever writing request! I had fun with Don't Be Afraid of The Dark, and it was nice doing a sequel! I hope you enjoy it!

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Unspecified Genitals for reader, Nyctophobia (turned into love for the dark), Fear of Haunted Houses, Poly!LostBoys, Teasing, Pet Names, Fivesome, Group Sex, Public Sex, Masturbation, Handjob, Blowjob, Sex with the lights off, Vampire Powers, Sex game, Creampie, Aftercare, Good/Safe Ending

Another night in your room. You were quite comfortable in your special space, all dressed in your favorite pajamas, and the lights dimmed down to your liking. The ideal atmosphere for going to bed, yet sleep was the last thing on your mind. 

For the last few days, you had been debating with yourself on what to do. Things had changed so drastically for you in such a short amount of time. One moment you were trembling like a coward in a silly little pop-up haunt, the next moment you were getting railed by four strangers in a dark room. The gravity of it hadn’t set in until you actually got home that night. You knew nothing about them other than their names, yet they knew just what to do to leave you crying out in ecstasy. 

Well, you did know ONE other thing about them. 

You were so quick to assume that they were just scare actors. After all, why else would four vampiric-looking boys be lurking around a fake haunted house for Halloween? Ghosts and ghouls and other monsters weren’t real. Neither were vampires. Even if their appearances looked far more elaborate, that didn’t mean they were real, honest-to-God monsters.

But if that was the case, why did you have that deep bite mark on your neck?

You couldn’t stop staring at it whenever you were in front of the mirror. It wasn’t infected, and it wasn’t bloody. It was just…there. Two holes together, the same distance as the fangs that shined in David’s mouth. If they were really fake, they wouldn’t have even pierced the skin. Those teeth had not only bitten into you, but were as neat as a surgical incision. Like they were designed for such a clean, strong bite. 

It made your head spin, a million questions rolling around with no answers in sight. This should really shake you up. Frighten you with the knowledge that monsters could actually be real. And yet, whenever you thought about the boys, you were reminded of how good they made you feel. How they made your skin heat up and your heart flutter. You shivered whenever you recalled how David felt inside you.

God, you missed them.

Halloween had already passed, but the haunt would be open for one more night to make up for anyone who had missed out. It was your last chance to find the boys again. The last chance to get some answers about what you had experienced. You had to make sure you weren’t going crazy. And if all went well, then perhaps it couldn’t hurt to have some alone time with them again~

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What were you thinking? Of COURSE, your fears were going to start acting up again when you were at the haunt. 

Even after everything you’d been through, you couldn’t fight back all the paranoia and anxiety that came with these places. You didn’t even have your friends with you this time. This was something you would have to go it alone, and yet you couldn’t find the courage to do it. So you simply stood out on the boardwalk, staring at the haunt and watching a few couples and families excitedly go in for a scare. 

A part of you had been hopeful that the boys would just be walking around the side of the haunt. Maybe taking a smoke break in between moments of their “work”. To your dismay, you didn’t see them, nor did you see any other haunt monsters. They were all hidden inside, not showing their faces to the public so as to not break the immersion.

It was blatantly obvious what you had to do. You were going to have to search inside for them. 

Your hands were trembling, and all you could do to settle them was simply hold them together. You did your best to put on a brave face, not wanting anyone to sense your fears. Best not to draw too much attention to yourself. There weren’t as many people this time around, but it wasn't the other haunt-goers you were worried about most. It was all the scare actors lingering in the shadows. If there were fewer people, that meant you had a bigger target on your back for being on the receiving end of a scare.

Just focus on finding the boys, you thought to yourself. 

It was so dark inside. You had forgotten about that little detail. It was tricky to navigate, but you did your best to hold onto the sides of the walls so you could find your way around the area. With focused eyes, you scanned your surroundings, trying to find any signs of wild hairstyles or flashy jewelry. 

Your heart rate shot up when you heard a scare actor scream on the other side of the area, followed by a terrified shriek of whoever the unlucky victim was that got scared. Terror was overwhelming your nerves. What if you were next? What if this was all a waste of time and you couldn't find them? What if-

"Back again, little one~?"

You couldn’t stop the soft gasp that slipped out of your mouth as you felt breath on your skin and a whisper in your ear. An icy aura surrounded your figure, causing goosebumps to pop up onto your arms. David.

A hand snaked its way into your own, leather-covered fingers entwined with your bare ones. You felt light-headed as you were gently pulled away from the main area, and guided to a spot around the corner, hidden away from others wandering in. 

Before you could even get a word in, you were pushed up against the wall. David's body boxed you in, his knee jutting out to slip in between your legs. With him this close, you could smell the smoke on his breath. It felt like it took your own breath away.

He pulled something out of his pocket. You weren't sure what it was until you heard a familiar flick sound. A small flame flickered out. It was his lighter. 

And it was illuminating a familiar, monstrous-looking face. 

Unlike the first time around where you were startled for a moment but ultimately calmed down from the shock, you were still trembling after seeing his vampire face. The sharp angles in his skull truly were lifelike. You felt foolish for being so quick to believe it was fake the first time around. 

But perhaps you needed more time to figure this all out. Maybe there really was an explanation for all this.

“There you are,” David purred. His tongue slipped past his lips for a mere second before he moved forward. Your mouths fit together, a kiss fueled by the longing of your time apart. Even if it was a few days, David kissed you as if it had been years. It was a miracle there was still air in your lungs by the time he let go to speak again.

“Aww babyyy~” he cooed, caressing the side of your face. “You’re shaking so terribly. Still scared of this place~?”

You had to mentally remind yourself to keep breathing. David made it so difficult to think straight.

“A-A little…” you admitted. “But I wanted to s-see you again! I missed you…”

While technically it wasn’t the actual reason you decided to come here, there was some truth to it. You kept seeing flashes of the night you spent with him and his boys in your head. The way they touched you, tasted you, and fucked you so enthusiastically. By the look on his face, David was thinking of it too.

“And we missed you, sweetling~”

The other boys. Dwayne, Paul, and Marko. God, you dreamed of their hands on you again. They had worked so well together as a team. Keeping you in place while David had his way with you. Even before you could even think to ask about them, new faces appeared out of the dark.

Speak of the devils.

Their smiles were wide and wicked, a mischievous glint in their yellow eyes. They moved so easily in the dark. So quiet and sneaky. It was quite the contrast to the sweet words they spoke to you.

“Welcome back, cutie!”

“You’re looking extra fine tonight~”

“Come back to play another game with us?”

If you couldn’t think properly before, now you were absolutely brain-dead. Their expressions were so devious and their fangs dripped with hunger. A jolt went up your spine at the memory of David biting into you. One set of teeth had been enough to make you faint. What exactly could four sets do to you?

You were surrounded. With each passing moment, they pressed in more, pushing their perfect bodies against yours. You could hear their heavy breathing all around you. If you hadn’t bitten your lip, then you surely would have let out the most pathetic moan imaginable.

“Y-Yes, I did…~” you whimpered. Whether this was all real or not did not matter in the slightest. You just wanted them again. The lovers that kept you safe in the dark. 

As if on cue, another scream came from the other side of the wall. One of the actors had successfully frightened a couple who had walked in, leading to intense shrieking. The sound startled you terribly, and out of reflex, you cowered into David. The others chuckled at your adorable display of fear.

“Awwww poor baby,” he cooed, lips right at your ear as he pulled you in closer. “Why don’t we take your mind off the scary stuff for a while~?”

Before you could even think to say anything, you heard the sounds of pants unzipping and belts jingling as they came undone. As much as you wanted to ask about the risk of strangers walking by and catching you in the act, all you could think about was how David was pressing kisses into your neck. Your legs felt like jelly. Loose and wiggly from the tingly sensations David made you feel. 

Your eyes shut and your fingers found their way into his spiked hair as he grazed his tongue along your throat, tracing over your veins. He could have bitten you again if he truly wanted to, but if the bulge poking your thigh told you anything, it was that it was the last thing on his mind. One hand slipped up your shirt to toy with your body while the other still carefully held the only source of light in this pitch-black area. 

“Y’know, the last time we took turns having fun with you, cutie,” Paul purred. His bracelets clanged together as he stroked himself slowly. “Maybe this time we should all get you at once~”

It would be a lie if you were to say the thought didn’t intimidate you a bit. Going one-by-one with four boys was one thing. Having sex with them all together was another. They must have sensed your fears because Dwayne spoke up while David gently kissed you.

“Don’t worry, love. We’ll be good to you. Nothing you won’t be able to handle~”

“Yeah,” Marko agreed. He was touching himself just like Paul was, but his motions were sharp and fast, not slow and sensual. “We just can’t get enough of ya~”

A bashful smile crept onto your face, showing off how delighted you were to be praised. They had such a way with words. It only made you that much more eager for them. To show your enthusiasm for the idea, you spread your legs further apart and puffed out your chest, giving off your best bedroom eyes for them to stare into. 

“Yes, please~”

David grinned wolfishly before pressing his lips back on yours. Your eyes fluttered and your cheeks warmed from the way he kissed you. Meanwhile, the boys were still stroking their cocks in their hands, softly moaning at the sight of their leader enjoying you. Wanting to make use of your hands more, you slid your fingers down the front of David’s shirt and over the button of his leather pants. You adored how he sighed into your kiss as you carefully helped undo the fabric and slip his cock free. It was so pleasurable feeling his desire for you in your hand.

You stroked him slowly, letting him enjoy your eager touch. It made you want to embrace him and never let go. Surely he felt the same way. You got such an answer when he flicked his lighter back down, snuffing out the flame before tossing it aside. Back in the shadows, you went, and you whimpered so helplessly as his free hand now wrapped around you tighter.

“No worries, little one. There’s no risk of getting caught with the light gone,” David explained in between greedy kisses. 

Your ears picked up the softest sounds far more easily now. Marko, Dwayne, and Paul were shuffling around in the small space. If you hadn’t been so overwhelmed by David, you would have put a little more care into wondering just what they were doing. He must have read your mind because he pulled away for a moment to speak clearly.

“Let’s play a game. A guessing game, to be exact,” he whispered. His voice sounded deeper and his raspy tone was more noticeable. “I got to fuck that perfectly tight hole the last time you came by. I’ll let one of the others take a turn with it while the other two get to see what your hands can do. All you have to do is guess who’s inside of you before you cum~”

David’s cock throbbed in your hand, twitching from the pleasure you gave him. The others snickered with one another. Clearly, they were just as eager to play along. They only got more joy when you gasped softly. He swiftly flipped you around so that he was the one leaning back into the wall and you were out in the open. He was so fast. So controlling. You loved it.

“What about you, David?” you asked. 

“Well as much as I love your lips on mine…..I wanna feel them stretch around my cock instead~” he said with a breathy laugh. It was like music in your ears. 

Of course, you were happy to play along with such a game. No matter who was doing what to you, it would be immensely pleasurable for you. You smiled eagerly, hoping David could see you in this darkness. If your suspicions about what exactly he was were true, then it wouldn’t be a problem at all for him.

“Yes, David~”

“Mmmm. Good little human,” he praised. “Now bend over for me~”

You would have done so on your own, but a hand shot out from behind you and forced you forward. Now you were bent over perfectly, almost at an exact 90-degree angle. Snickering was traded between the boys as they went to work on you. In order to figure out just what was happening, you pulled your focus off their voices and put it on smaller cues.

Another zipper coming undone followed by clothes being pushed downward. That was the one who was going to take you. The dribbling of liquid. Probably that warming lube you loved so much last time. 

You lost focus again when a pair of hands roughly tugged your pants and underwear downward. It left you feeling so exposed, even in darkness. Thankfully, those feelings were quickly replaced with pleasure, as new touches greeted your body.

Two thick, aching cocks slipped into each of your hands. Not too much of a difference between them other than the fact that one was cut and the other wasn’t. 

Hmmm…I think Paul’s cock was uncut, you thought to yourself. You still remembered how wild and unhinged he was when you took each inch deep into your mouth. That was clue number one, but you still needed more. 

“Brace yourself, baby,” David said to you. “You’re about to get a good, old-fashioned double-stuffing~”

You didn’t even get a second to process his words before such a promise was acted on. In the back, you felt a thick, lubed cock slip slowly into you from the back. The moment your mouth opened to moan out, David took the opportunity to fill it up too. All the boys were moaning from the sensations of your body, but David was by far the loudest. Thankfully, he thought to cover his mouth and muffle the sound with his leather glove.

So here you were. Filled on both ends of your body and used for pleasure with your hands. All while barely hidden in a pop-up haunt. God, the things you did for these boys. They were so mischievous with their fun, and here you were along for the ride.

You steadied yourself, calming down your nerves so you could focus. The first thing you did was start gently sucking on David’s cock, letting it move in and out at a decent pace. He seemed to relax against the wall, clearly satisfied with the work you were already putting in. You couldn’t help but smile with pride around him. 

The hands wrapped around two of the other boys began to pump. It was a little odd, having a cock in each hand. But it was ultimately quite nice getting into a proper rhythm. It helped to hear sighs and moans in delight to let you know how well you were doing. If only you knew which of the boys were on each side of your body.

“Oooooh fuck, baby, that’s it~” David sighed. His hand found its way to the top of your head, guiding you to move as he wanted you to. You nuzzled against his touch, sighing in delight. David’s praise meant the world to you. It was like a high you didn’t want to stop chasing.

Three voices mixed with his own, intertwining with one another and flowing like a song. It was far different than last time, as each boy had quite the individual preferences in voicing their feelings. Each one liked to be heard and speak up, yet they were hiding their identities so perfectly. All you could hear were sounds of pleasure while you all fucked together.

Whoever was inside your greedy hole was moving at a sensual, deep pace. It was like he wanted you to feel every last inch at any given moment. It didn’t really seem like Marko’s preferred method, as you recalled a more teasing, playful style that he used with his mouth. That narrowed it down more.

If the two boys on either side had been touching you, it would be far easier to guess by their accessories. But they were far more clever than you gave them credit for. Neither one touched you, just rolling their hips to get more of your skilled hands. Whoever they were, you could feel precum dribbling from each of their cocks. You spread it across the tips and over the length, coating both for better work. 

“Such a good little thing, aren’t you~?” David growled. His breath was shaky. “You’re so incredible at this. It’s like we’re made for each other~”

It was silly to you that they were all using you like a sex toy, yet the more romantic words David used were what got your heart racing the most. They just meant so much to you. Even with all these thoughts of monsters and the terrifying nature of the dark, they made you feel appreciated. Safe. Cared for. It made you that much more determined to put in the work to please them all.

Your own noises were getting louder and louder. With all of your will, you did your best to hold back a bit, not wanting to get caught by anyone who could be nearby. It was quite the challenge with one of your lovers hitting just the right spot over and over and over again. You were getting closer now, speeding towards that climax you knew only they could give you. All that you wanted was to have the right name to scream out.

“C’mon, baby, you can do it,” David encouraged you. “Listen. Feel. Don’t overthink your pretty little head, just use your senses. You got this~”

He was right. You could focus all your attention on the man who was so deep inside you. The darkness was there to make you feel stronger, not weaker.

Your ear caught the sound of a small rattling, like a thin piece of jewelry hitting something over and over again. It wasn't jangly and loud like their bracelets. 

And then it hit you. Literally. A small part of it brushed against your ass when your lover bent over further to fuck you harder. It was a brief moment, but it made you realize what it was and who it belonged to.

A body chain. The one Dwayne had draped over his chest. Now you didn't have to hold back.

"DWAYNE~!" you cried out, pushing yourself back onto him. "I know it's you back there, Dwayne! P-Please…oh fuck…please cum inside me~"

Fueled by your noises, your lovers moved faster now. David was fucking your throat like a man possessed while Marko and Paul thrust eagerly. That left Dwayne to get you closer and closer, his cock shoved in as deep as it would go. 

You panted and sighed, no longer fearing the idea of getting caught. All that was on your mind was chasing that climax. Almost. Almost!

"A-Aaahh~!!! Fuck!!"

There you go. 

Your body tensed and you bit your lip to fight back the whorish scream that you almost let loose. The pleasure was hitting you like the mightiest waves in the ocean. You were drowning in dopamine.

The boys followed you closely, all cumming within seconds of one another. David held your head down all the way down to the base, his seed painting the back of your throat. Paul and Marko stained your fingers, making them warm and sticky. Dwayne gripped your hips firmly as he kept his cock inside you. You were overwhelmed with warmth as he filled you to the brim. 

God, you really made the right call finding them again. 

It took a little while for all five of you to settle down. With heaving breaths, you managed to free yourself from them. You felt quite dirty now. Thankfully, they took care of you as they did the other night, cleaning you up and getting you dressed again. Having them gently wipe the fluids from your body and help button your pants again was rather sweet. 

Plus, the forehead kiss you got from David was an especially nice touch. 

When all of you were presentable, he held out an arm for you to take. You couldn't see his face, but his voice was all you needed. 

"Hang on tight to me. We'll get you out of here safe and sound"

David was entirely true to his word, holding you close on his arm as he moved you forward. The others acted as bodyguards, shielding you from danger or jump scares up until you got to the exit. 

Though the sky was dark, the illumination of boardwalk lights greeted you on the outside of the haunt. You had done it again. Safe and sound outside. 

"Thank you, boys. I really-"

Your voice cut out when you turned to look at David. He was human. Or rather, human-looking. No longer were his teeth long and sharp and his eyes an inhuman shade of yellow. His skull was normal, showing soft features and cheeks with slight baby fat in them. 

He was a normal guy now. A guy with beautiful, blue eyes. 

“Hi~” was all he said. The smirk on his face was no longer intimidating. Just playful and boyish.

“H-Hi,” you returned the greeting. 

The surprise went on as the others stepped to the side of their leader, showing off their own, human appearances. You knew they were good-looking guys even with their monster features, but seeing them like this allowed you to recognize how truly beautiful they all were. It made you blush to know that such stunning men had just ravaged you in the dark. 

“I’m sure you have quite a few questions for us about what we are,” David simply said. The others nodded, smiling at you. They seemed happy to see you react so well to their big reveal. 

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” you replied. There were millions of questions going through your head. “Are all monsters real? Are there more of you? Why did you go through the haunt with your vampire faces? Why did you…um….have fun with me?”

The boys chuckled. It seemed like this was the first time someone actually asked about them rather than scream and run away in fright. That was the last thing you wanted to do. Now more than ever you just wanted to be with them. They pulled you in deeper, and you weren’t scared at all.

“We actually don’t really know if there are other creatures out there,” Dwayne answered first.

“There are tons of us, but we’re our own pack. No other vampires mess with us,” Paul added.

“It’s easy to blend in and hunt when you’re among other monsters in a place like this. After all, you certainly thought we were just actors, didn’t ya?” Marko said with a wink.

David stepped closer to you, reaching out a gloved hand to touch you. It was just like the last time, all sweet touches and soft expressions. You sighed as you gazed into those eyes. Blue or yellow, you never wanted to look away.

“We were enchanted by you, darling human,” David purred. “You were just far too cute and we wanted to give you a good time. You certainly did that for us~”

“So…now what…?” you asked. What did one do after learning that vampires are a very real thing and that they like you enough to fuck your brains out? David must have sensed your uncertainty because he took your hand in his, soothing you with the touch of leather.

“First thing first. We owe you a nice dinner out since you correctly guessed who was taking that cute body of yours from behind~"

Sure enough, Dwayne winked at you, signaling that you did right by crying out his name. Your flushed face only heated up more. 

"We wanna get to know you a bit better. You're one of us now after all"

You smiled sweetly, feeling really good about yourself and what you had going with them. All this time you were frightened of what could grab you in the dark. Now you saw that the monsters were actually quite nice. 

With your hands now wrapped around David's arm, you let him take the lead down the path of the boardwalk. He nuzzled you and kissed your forehead once more before leading the way. 

He was right, you thought to yourself. There's no need to be scared of the dark.

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*

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I just did this for a crappy Halloween post!

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

my trauma didn’t make me stronger it made me addicted to escapism and terrified of facing reality

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 feel like ethan landry unmasked would so vibe to alternative rock

I love him<3🥹

tlb hc

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

I get to go to Rockzilla and I’m freaking out!! I’m gonna cream if I make eye contact with Ronnie Radke