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Tbh this be me and my girl best friend👀👀

boys having sex like

Marko: *spits in Paul’s mouth*

Paul: ..did you go to macdonalds without me?

hello! may i request something about maybe a movie night with the lost boys? watching a horror movie with them. thank you <33

watching a horror movie with the lost boys

Summary: Movie night and some questions about genre…

A/N: I love this request so much! Thank you!!

Tags: short and sweet, movie night

TW: a wee bit of swearing, mention of scary/horror movies

1k words

The boys would let you pick the movie, because you were a little more in the times than they were – also, the last time Marko picked, the movie was absolutely terrible. Just God-awful.

Of course, you still wanted to get suggestions from them, and see what the vibe was that evening. David suggested a Western, and a gritty noir film, and you could just feel Paul’s eyes roll when David, in his deep sort of drawl, said he liked the camera angles, the lighting, etc.

So then you asked Paul what he wanted to watch, and he promptly began to list rockumentaries, underground indie hits, and a surprising amount of boxing films.

You were pleasantly surprised by the deep wisdom these two had about movies (they had a lot of time to watch them, you supposed), and decided to ask Dwayne and Marko next.

Dwayne was silent for a minute, after you asked him what he wanted to watch, and took this question very seriously. He began to list award-winning movies with serious narrative prowess, along with some pretty deep, heart-wrenching family dramas. You definitely remember crying because of a few of them. “I mean, The Godfather is always a good choice,” he added, to which you enthusiastically agreed.

You moved on to Marko, who was cutting out pieces of fabric for one of his many craft projects. You stayed and helped him out a little bit, and then started talking about the movie night planned for later. He began listing his favorite rom-coms, which you also loved. He then listed some intense action and spy movies, and he honestly just went on and on.

These boys definitely spent a lot of time in Max’s Video Store.

After thinking about what the boys suggested/recommended, you realized, to your utter astonishment, that literally none of them suggested a movie that was even remotely scary. No horror films were mentioned, at all.

Picking a horror film would be great, you realized, because then you wouldn’t feel torn between recommendations or genres. It would be something entirely different from what everyone suggested, and they might actually enjoy it.

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The time had arrived. Movie night!

You had rented the film earlier that evening, as soon as it was dark and you could go outside. You were happy with your choice, absolutely proud of it, as it was a horror film that came out relatively recently. You had heard great things about it, and even the clerk at Max’s store said, “Good choice,” with which you felt vindicated.

“Okay boys, gather ‘round,” you said excitedly, humming a jaunty tune as you placed the VHS tape into the player. You smacked the TV screen so it would turn on, and the movie started to play. You sat on the vintage, sort-of ripped fabric couch between Dwayne and Paul; David had moved his wheelchair throne thing so it was adjacent to the couch, and Marko sat on a beanbag chair he found at a flea market, in front of Paul.

Paul and Marko definitely ate all of the popcorn before the movie started, but, it was probably for the best. Jump-scares and all. Choking hazard, to say the least.

As the movie went on, and became scarier and scarier past the exposition, Paul scooted ever closer to you, and Dwayne clutched your hand. Marko had stopped commenting completely as he became entirely engrossed in the film. You could hear David breathing, almost raggedly, as he anticipated jump-scare moments. He also put down his cigarette, which was something.

The first jump-scare was chaotic; the popcorn bowl went flying out of Marko’s hands, Paul did a little yip, Dwayne closed his eyes, and David jumped in his chair and then started chuckling.

It was a grand old time, watching this horror film with the boys, and it was scary, and fun, and felt like an adventure (what didn’t, with the boys?).

~

After the movie ended, everyone gave their respective thoughts about what they just watched:

“You know, I liked it!” Marko said with enthusiasm, as he inspected the VHS tape for more information about it.

“That wasn’t scary,” Paul started to say, and you gave him a look. “Okay, maybe it was a little scary.”

Dwayne was next to share his thoughts. “I really liked how they filmed it. The artistry of it.”

“That was damn good. Great choice, Y/N,” David touched your arm as he said it, passing by to get a cigarette.

“Okay, so you all liked it. Why in the hell do you not watch more scary movies?” You asked, genuinely wanting to know. Genuinely, a bit confused as to why they don’t. They’re vampires.

Paul sighed, crossing his arms over his AC/DC cutoff tee. “We don’t like how vampires are usually depicted in films.”

“It’s really hard to find a good one,” Dwayne added.

“We didn’t have someone like you around to actually find a good one,” Marko said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Plus, we can never agree on anything. Or David just decides to pick.” He pointedly looks over at David, who is wholeheartedly enjoying his cigarette.

David temporarily pauses, not looking guilty at all about that fact. “Hey, I mean, if no one can agree on anything, then I’ll just pick. Makes things easier.”

Movie night became a regular thing, and you always ended up picking what to watch. And more often than not, the movie was a good choice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Omg I love these

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

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃

stu macher x fem!reader

warnings: reader is kinda in subspace, mentions of pain, kissing, crying, p n v, soft-dom stu, squirting, belly bulge

author note: why tf did i have so much trouble with the warnings-

You whimpered slightly as Stu situated you on his lap. His cock brushed against your swollen clit, making you cry out.

You were overly sensitive. Stu edged you and overstimulated you for what seemed like hours. Tears fell down your cheeks as he lightly pushed you down on his cock.

“Stop crying and be a good girl for me” He kissed your tears and hugged you, while still pushing you down on his cock.

“Feels t’good” Your words slurred as you finally sunk down on him. Your walls clamped tightly onto his cock.

He let out a groan, “Fuck” his hands massaged your ass before slapping it. Your mind was clouded and you soon lost track off what was happening.

You lost strength in your legs and rested your head in the crook of Stu’s neck.

He waited a couple seconds before thrusting up into you sharply.

“Oh” you cried out, lifting your head up, suddenly wide awake.

He gave you no time to adjust and thrusted up hard into you, going at a fast pace.

“Fuck me, shit” he dragged out and moaned, looking up at you. Your moans got louder and louder.

If anyone was to walk by and hear, they’d think you were getting murdered.

He squished your cheeks, taking you in a deep kiss to silence your moans.

You moaned into his mouth, letting him take full control of your tongue.

He hummed, feeling himself getting closer.

Your stomach tightened and clenched, the pain starting to form.

He was going so hard to the point where it was hurting. Stu broke the kiss and looked down at your stomach.

He placed his hand on the bulge that formed in your stomach. “You feel me here princess, i’m right here” He rubbed your stomach and looked up at you.

“Fuuck i’m gonna-“ you were cut off with a moan when you reached your climax.

You felt the liquid gush against yours and Stu’s legs. You felt his cum release into you and he groaned deeply into your ear.

“I’m still not done with you”

Hey.. no clue if you do smut for the LOSTBOYS, but this one is for my silent boy Dwayne.

(Male) reader who dresses a lot like Bill. S Preston Esquire (cropped t-shirts, flannel And colorful jeans) meets Dwayne after bumping into him on the boardwalk and let’s just say things get a bit.. ✨Spicy✨ your David smut was magical btw!<3

Use Your Words

Dwayne x Male reader who dresses like Bill S. Preston Esq.

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting!

I haven’t written any smut yet so I think you may be thinking of @misslavenderlady ‘s hypnokink smut with David that I reposted:)

This is my first request ever so I hope you like it!

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, handjob, daddy kink

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After years of pinching every penny you could, spending your days mowing lawns and washing cars, you had finally saved enough money to travel to Santa Carla. Most people new Santa Carla as the murder capital of the world, you knew it as the thrifting capital of the world.

Ever since you could remember you had been obsessed with clothes. You were kind of a shy guy, so it was easier to express yourself through what you wore rather than what you said…or didn’t say for that matter. You couldn’t wait to comb through the racks and racks of cozy flannels, colorful jackets, brightly colored tops, and whatever else Santa Carla had to offer.

You headed down to the boardwalk where you knew the best selections would be. You flitted from store to store combing for hidden gems in the sea of pieces. It was getting late as your scouring was coming to an end for the night. You walked along the boardwalk to your car with bags full of great finds, including a bunch of vintage Adidas tees you planned on cropping yourself, when you collided with a…brick wall?

No wait, that wasn’t a wall, it was…a stunningly attractive man? His brown eyes narrowed in confusion as he looked you up and down. You blushed as you realized you had just collided with his incredibly toned, bare chest. You sputtered put an apology as you tried to slide past him but he gripped your arm loosely. “Where are you running off to? Don’t you know it’s not safe to be alone in Santa Carla at night? It is the murder capital of the world after all.” You shot him a confused look as you glanced down at your watch. It flashed 2:48am and your jaw dropped. “I didn’t realize it was so late,” you said, have to the man and half to yourself. “I better get back to my hotel.”

“Hotel?” He asked, “you’re just visiting?”

“Yeah, flew in this morning, I head back on Thursday.” You replied.

“Well if you’re only in Santa Carla for a few days, you can’t waste your time sleeping.” He said. “Why don’t I take you around instead?”

“I don’t even know your name,” you stated

“My name’s Dwayne,” he told you, “let me show you the best that Santa Carla has to offer.”

You felt a sudden rush of adrenaline at his offer. Something inside of you was screaming to accept and let the gorgeous man take you around. ‘Fuck it’ you thought to yourself, ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead.’ “Sure Dwayne,” you said, “show me the best Santa Carla has to offer.”

That was how you found yourself pressed against the wall of the grimiest alleyway you had ever seen. Dwayne had you completely caged in by his broad shoulders and strong arms. He was palming you though your jeans with one hand, and massaging your exposed abs with the other. A moan fell from your lips as he leaned forward to nip at your neck, leaving red marks in his wake. Dwayne was a big guy, you were overwhelmed by him, his frame pressed against you, his scent all around you, his touch all over you, it was intoxicating. Dwayne, as if he could read your mind, chuckled into your neck as he continued to kiss and bite at you. “Please Dwayne,” you whispered as you moaned, “I need more please.” “What do you need baby?” Dwayne asked, still latched onto your neck, his tone teasing. You shivered at the nickname. “I- I want you to touch me,” you said shyly, “please.” Dwayne let out another laugh as he continued to palm you. “But I am touching you,” he replied. You let out a frustrated sigh.

“Yes but…but touch me more.”

“More how?”

“You know how.”

“How can i know if you don’t tell me? c’mon baby, use your words, I know you can do it.”

His condescending tone made your toes curl. You opened your mouth to ask for what you wanted, but before you could get the words out, Dwayne’s tongue was shoved down your throat. You moaned into his mouth as your eyes fluttered shut. He took the hand that had been on your abs and used it to capture both your wrists and hold them against the wall. He stopped palming you to unbutton your jeans, chuckling as you whimpered at the lost contact. He pulled away leaving you breathless. “Aw baby,” he said, “cat got your tongue?” Dwayne pouted at you mockingly. Making you flush red as the jeans you were wearing. “That’s ok sweet boy,” he whispered while stroking your cheek, “daddy knows what you need.”

He pulled your jeans and boxers down to your ankles, freeing your hardened cock to slap against your stomach. He put his thumb over the tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum that had appeared, over the head of your shaft. His fingers curled around your length, stroking you slowly with one hand, while he rid you of your cropped top with the other. You whimpered and gasped at the feeling of his huge hand around you. He stroked you firmly, his expert fingers working you slowly.

His slow pace wore on you as you found yourself again wanting more. You whined and bucked up into his hand, silently begging him to speed up his strokes. He squeezed you a bit, making you gasp in ecstasy, but did nothing to increase his pace. “Pleaseeee” you begged. “Please what baby? I thought we talked about this. I can’t read your mind now can I?” Dwayne asked you with a smirk. Tears were forming at the corner of your eyes as Dwayne continued his ministrations. You knew exactly what you wanted, but for some reason, when you opened your mouth, the words couldn’t make it past your lips. All you could do was let out an exasperated whimper. Dwayne sighed mockingly and clicked his tongue. “Such a shy boy, let daddy take care of you.”

Dwayne sped up his strokes and started to fondle your balls while keeping enough of his body weight on you to keep you pinned against the wall. He relatched onto your neck while you moaned. “Being such a good boy for daddy, letting him take care of you like this.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. You flushed and panted at his words as you felt your orgasm building. With each stroke you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. As if Dwayne could sense it, he leaned into your ear again and whispered “wanna cum baby? You gonna cum for daddy?” You moaned, “yes daddy, m’ gonna cum.” You gasped as thick ropes of cum sprayed from your cock into Dwayne’s hand. You slumped against the wall, painting from the intensity of your orgasm, Dwayne was an artist with his hands. “Dwayne,” you breathed, “I need to feel you inside me.” Dwayne smirked as he manhandled you onto all fours. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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They could be the king of me👀👀

The King of Hawkins, and the King of Hellfire.

The whole Lost Boys fandom be like

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

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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