Paul: If Marko And I Were Both Drowning, Who Would You Save?

𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗘 𝗜’𝗠 𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘

𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲…𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱

[𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀]

𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱: 𝘆𝗲𝘀/𝗻𝗼

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄, 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲, 𝗶 𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹 𝗶𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗵𝗶𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲. 𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗮𝗱𝗱𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗷𝗼𝗯, 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁

𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲: 𝗶’𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘂𝘂𝘂𝗵.. 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆.

(𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻. 𝗺𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻. 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗹𝗱)

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VECNA: Did you take out Steve as I requested? KAS!EDDIE: Steve has been taken out, yes. VECNA: You have my great- KAS!EDDIE: It was a great restaurant. KAS!EDDIE: We had a romantic candlelit dinner. KAS!EDDIE: Steve proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

The lost boys as various text posts

Bout made me cry

WISH YOU WERE SOBER! — ethan landry

— BUT IM OVER THIS ROLLERCOASTER!

PAIRING. ethan landry x fem!reader

SUMMARY. in which yn confesses her love to her longtime best friend during a party, who can only frown as he watches her hiccup through her words.

GENRE. fluff, angst, best friends to lovers

AUTHOR’S NOTE. there WILL be a part 2 so lookout for that soon 🫡 listen to “wish you were sober” by conan gray as you read since it was based off that song!! this was requested, although I decided to change it up by replacing reader as the drunk one instead of ethan. this is a non ghostface au so ethan and everybody else are friends & I CAN SPREAD MY ANIKA ETHAN BFF AGENDA (im madly delusional🙄🙄)

This party's shit, wish we could dip. Go anywhere but here

Ethan frowns at his surroundings. Heavy music that’s loud enough to have the cops called, lights that felt blinding and overwhelming—and not to mention the couples who were making out in every corner.

“You okay there dude?” Chad asks, examining the boy’s face.

“Not really,” he mumbles, but he doesn’t want to ruin the mood, “I see Tara over there.” He points at the staircase.

“We’re talking about you though,” Chad sighs, “if you want to leave, just say the word and we’ll go.”

Bless Chad’s kind heart.

“It’s alright bro,” Ethan gives him a smile to reassure, “you go talk to Tara. I’m fine here in my corner of the couch.”

Chad chuckles, “okay buddy. If you ever need me, just call my name and I’m here!” He then descends to the staircase, already striking up a convo with Tara.

Ethan can only wish he was that social.

“Eeeee,” And here comes you, his best friend, drunk and stumbling over your own foot.

You wrap your arms around his neck, placing your chin onto his shoulders.

“Sorry!” Anika yells through the loud music, “she’s hard to control when drunk.”

“It’s okay Ani,” Ethan smiles, “I’ve got her.”

Anika quickly takes off the bandana around her leg, tying it on Ethan’s arm.

“Love ya Eth! Thank you.” she says, placing a kiss on his cheek before going off to find her girlfriend, Mindy.

“You alright there love?” Ethan asks, rubbing circles into your back. You mumble words that Ethan can’t make out, making him sigh as he switches into a more comfortable position on the couch for the both of you.

Although Ethan’s called you love countless times, you can’t help but blush. You had a huge crush on the curly haired boy, but could never bring yourself to properly confess.

“Want to go to Chad’s car? It’s much less noisy,” Ethan suggests, and you nod slowly.

Kinda hope you're followin' me out. But this is definitely not my crowd.

Taking your hand, Ethan leads you out of the house, making sure he doesn’t bump into drunk frat boys.

Take me where the music ain't too loud. Trade drinks, but you don't even know her

“Want to trade drinks?!” A random girl asks you. Without thinking, you nod, grabbing the small glass and taking it down with one shot.

You shake your head slightly as soon as you step out of the house, trying to relieve yourself from the alcohol.

Ethan opens the passenger door, helping you sit up inside. Then he opens the trunk, revealing a white fluffy blanket. He brings it over, gently placing it on your shivering body.

You looked so pretty, Ethan thought. So so pretty.

“E,” you say quietly as soon as he props himself onto the drivers side. “E.”

“Yes YN?”

You glance up at him with sleepy eyes, the same ones Ethan grown to adore over the months he’s befriended you.

“You’re so pretty,” you say before you can think.

Ethan loses his breath right there and then. “Sorry?” He chokes out.

“You’re so pretty Eth. And you’re so sweet, and caring. You’re such boyfriend material, the way you take care of me and others. I love you Ethan.”

“Do you say this to all the guys you talk to when you’re drunk?” Ethan jokes, but you shake your head quickly, your drunken dazed eyes keeping contact with his.

“No, cause I don’t like any of them the way I like you. I like you Ethan. A lot. I want us to be more than friends,”

Ethan is speechless. Before he can utter another word, you lean forward to kiss him.

Kiss me in the seat of your Rover.

The two of you close your eyes, as if you were both waiting for this moment for the longest time. You were.

Ethan pulls away, his face filled with an emotion you can’t put your finger to.

Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

“Listen YN,” he says, now looking anywhere but you, “this was sweet. It was. But I really wish you were sober.”

You tilt your head confused. You open your mouth to ask, but Ethan quickly interrupts you. “It’s late, I’ll drive you home.”

“Wait E, I—”

“Please YN, just don’t say anything.”

You gulp, following what Ethan says. Why was he acting like this? You just confessed your feelings!

The entire ride back to your shared apartment with Anika was silent, and you can’t help but feel an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach, as well as a brand new set of tears setting in your eyes.

they got to be actual teenagers :)

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

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”

Wayne would be so confused when raccoons just start herding around the trailer😂

Eddie feeding the trailer park raccoons hot dogs and graham crackers in the winter. There's like 25 chubby raccoons waddling around because of the "Munson boy"

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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