#michael lost boys

[britany1997]

Hi! I saw that requests were open, and I was hoping I could requests Poly!Lost boys (or/and with Michael if you can!) with a reader who’s owns a bakery? The boys take notice of a new shop on the boardwalk and peek in to see you.

(Reader is GN, and likes to dress cutesy as well!)

If You Give A Vampire A Cookie…

AHHHHH Michael my love🥺 yes of course I can write this for you💕💕 hope you like it!

Poly! Lost boys & Michael x GN cutesy Reader

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A bundle of black leather flashed down the boardwalk as Paul zoomed around. Marko was on his heels, laughing and trailing after him, “I told you we should have put him on one of those animal backpack leashes,” Marko called back at Dwayne as Dwayne followed the two blonds.

“If he doesn’t behave he’ll find himself on a different kind of leash.” Dwayne warned.

“Ooh Paul, hear that? you’re in trouble,” Marko singsonged.

“Yeah jokes on you Dwayne, I like that shit!” Paul yelled back as he ran.

Dwayne groaned.

David smirked as he watched Dwayne attempt to control the chaos twins on his own. David much preferred to hang back, his hand possessively wrapped around Michael’s neck as the two strolled along the boardwalk.

“Stay close pet, don’t want you running off like those two,” David cooed at Michael.

Michael rolled his eyes and slithered out of David’s grip, “I’m not a child David, I think I can manage myself on the boardwalk,” he paused, “and I’m not your pet either.”

David chuckled to himself, “whatever you wanna tell yourself love,” he said as he slid his arm around Michael’s waist, pulling him against his side.

He leaned in to whisper in Michael’s ear, “but I know you don’t mind what I call you when we’re at home. Maybe you’re just a house pet huh baby?”

Michael shivered as he felt his cheeks flush pink

“Stop it,” he whispered back nervously.

David pouted in reply, “thought you liked it when i played with you pretty boy.”

Michael’s blush deepened, “can’t you keep it in your pants till we get home?”

David smirked, “what can I say, you’re irresistible.”

Michael smiled softly as David leaned in.

“HEY GUYS,” Paul’s booming voice broke the pair away from their sweet moment.

“This better be good,” David grumbled.

Paul tapped his foot as he waited for the others to catch up.

Marko and Dwayne slowed to a stop in front of the blond boy, David and Michael not far behind. They looked curiously as Paul gestured to a little white shop they’d never seen before.

As the other four boys took in the sight, Paul pressed his face up against the giant window at the front of the store. He admired the pretty cakes, beautifully frosted and decorated with plastic floral arrangements. He drooled over the warm brownies wrapped in cellophane and tied with pink bows. But his eyes widened when he caught sight of the rows and rows of cookies displayed in a tray behind the glass. He’d swear he could already taste them.

He turned back to his boyfriends, “please, please, please can we go in and get something? I’ve been so good lately!” he begged.

Dwayne scoffed, “no you haven’t.”

Paul dropped to his knees and inched towards Dwayne, his hands clasped together, “please please please please,” Paul chanted, giving Dwayne his best puppy dog eyes, those always seemed to make him cave.

Dwayne sighed as Marko bit his thumb to keep from laughing. “David, what do you think? We got time before morning?”

David checked his watch, his arm still around Michael’s waist, “yeah we got time.”

“Yes!” Paul whisper-cheered to himself.

“Not so fast blondie,” David raised an eyebrow, “you got bakery money?”

Paul’s demeanor deflated as he looked through his shoe and cringed. “Michael?” he asked sweetly.

Michael rolled his eyes but smiled, “yes Paul?”

Paul pouted at Michael, jutting his bottom lip out and furrowing his brows.

Michael laughed, “ok fine,” he walked over to hand Paul a five dollar bill.

Paul sprang up and wrapped his arms around Michael, kissing him squarely on the mouth.

“I love you Michael!” Paul exclaimed as he pulled away.

Michael smiled and blushed, “I love you too Paul.”

Paul smiled and skipped into the store, Michael’s five dollars in hand, while David crossed his arms and grumbled.

Dwayne bumped David with his elbow as Marko and Michael slipped through the door. “C’mon, they need constant supervision,” he reminded David.

“Been tryna kiss him all night but nooo crazy blond shakes him down and he gets a smooch. Bullshit.” David mumbled under his breath as he followed Dwayne inside.

As David passed through the doorway his jaw dropped.

Michael, Marko, and Paul were already crowded around the counter talking to the most attractive human he’d ever seen (besides Michael of course).

You were wearing the palest pink uniform, and the brightest smile. He found himself absolutely transfixed.

As he approached his circle of boyfriends, he heard Paul’s persistent flirting.

“All these snacks baby but you gotta be the sweetest thing in here,” Paul winked, leaning over the counter.

You blushed, “that’s so kind of you to say, can I get you anything?”

“Yeah honey, give me three sugar cookies, I’m not real liquid right now…” he said as he hid the fiver in his back pocket, “you take kisses?”

You smirked and laughed, “I take money.”

He mock-pouted, “that’s ok sugar, I was gonna give ‘em to you for free anyway.”

Paul leaned in, but was caught by the back of the collar by Michael. “Sorry about him,” he said blushing.

Michael swiped the money from Paul’s back pocket and handed it to you, “for the sugar cookies,” he said, flustered.

“I’ll bring them right out,” you smiled.

Michael sighed wistfully as he watched you turn to grab the cookies from the back.

“What the hell man?” Paul asked, “I was about to seal the deal!”

“Paul,” Dwayne interjected, “what did we say about kissing strangers?”

“It’s fun?” Paul guessed.

“Don’t do it.” Dwayne and Michael corrected at the same time.

Paul pouted.

You pushed past the double doors, your arms filled with sweets.

“You all are the first customers I’ve had since I opened so I threw in a couple extra things,” you blushed.

You handed Paul the three sugar cookies, leaning over the counter to kiss his cheek.

He flashed you a dopey smile as his hand flew to his cheek. “I’ll never wash this cheek again,” he sighed.

You giggled, “I sure hope that’s not true, you’d think you’d wanna keep a pretty face like that clean.”

It was taking all of Paul’s self-control not to jump over the counter and shower you with sloppy wet kisses.

You turned to Marko handing him a Sfogliatella. His eyes widened in shock, “I love Sfogliatella! I haven’t been able to find them anywhere,” he told you.

“My grandma’s recipe,” you smiled, “I love them too, I haven’t really seen ‘em anywhere in the U.S., so why not make them myself.”

Marko melted.

You looked at Dwayne, placing a chocolate chip cookie in his hand. “Dark chocolate chips instead of milk chocolate,” you told him.

“For a richer flavor?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“Exactly!” you beamed, “thought you’d like it.”

His lips turned up into a half-smile, “thank you, that’s so thoughtful.”

You moved to Michael and offered him a big, gooey, brownie.

He blushed as he took it from your outstretched hands, “these are my favorite, how’d you know?” he furrowed his brow in confusion.

You shrugged, “call it baker’s intuition, you strike me as a brownie guy.”

He blushed, “talk about a sixth sense,” he mumbled, “you really are the sweetest thing in here.”

Your face flushed at his words as Paul grumbled that Michael had ‘stolen his line.’

David cleared his throat, “nothin for me love?” he raked his eyes over your form.

You laughed, “you just didn’t strike me as a sweets guy,” you clarified as you poured him a cup of coffee.

When you finished, you offered him the styrofoam cup, which he took from your gratefully.

“Clever little thing aren’t you?” he flirted.

“I like to think so,” you winked.

David’s smile spread across his whole face, “well if you aren’t the cutest thing…” he trailed off as he leaned on the counter.

Dwayne cleared his throat, prompting David to check his watch. Shit. Sunrise was coming.

He frowned, “gotta get goin’ sweet but we’ll be back,” he promised, winking.

You bit your lip, “I hope so, I’m here every night.”

You blushed as each boy reluctantly pulled themselves away and strolled out the door.

You couldn’t help but think moving your business to Santa Carla was the smartest decision you’d ever made.

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[pierrotsmoon]

The Lost Boys with an Artist! S/O!

warnings- fem! reader terms, a lil OOC, nothing else!

David

Being the oldest vampire in their group, David has seen artistic eras start and fade

His favorite art will always be yours though

From doodles to finished work, he enjoys whatever art you show him

David adores any work you do involving subjects of death, reincarnation and religion

If you draw him, he’ll act calm and collected, but you can see the faintest blush on his pale face

Looking through your sketchbook is like looking through a window to your soul to him, it’s like an honor

“Thank you for showing me your work, I’m so pleased you see me as beautiful enough to draw.”

Marko

He’s so giddy to have a girlfriend at all

Flexible little dude, will bend in any direction, makes for the perfect live model

If you do draw him, he’s speechless for a second before immediately jumping around like a madman

Marko has the coolest patchwork jacket, and he always goes to you for more homemade patches

You always deliver, because the look on his face whenever he gets a new patch is adorable

Probably leaves little napkin doodles just for you!

“Look at what my girlfriend made for me!”

Dwayne

Loves having a creative lover

 Dwayne is a romantic at heart, low voiced and caring

He definitely knows a bit about art

Has a bad habit of finding you drawing and just staring

Staring for weird amounts of time

But it's because of how enamored he is with you and your talent 

He often finds himself peering at your sketchbook 

But he’s respectful, so he’ll always ask before looking through it, carefully flipping each page to avoid tearing 

When he sees you draw him, he feels so eternally tender, if he had a working heart, it would be beating noticeably faster 

“I’ll admit I was staring, but I had no negative intentions.”

Paul

My favorite airhead

Does not understand the first thing about art

But his emotional process is very easy

mmm pretty lady draw pretty pictures

Adores his gf no matter what, but creativity is really just icing on the cake for him

Paul is a fan of anything you make, especially anything he helps you with

By helps you, i mean he finds a leaf and hands it to you

Forever amazed by your talent

“Woah, you can really do anything!”

Star

Star is a naturally curious young woman, but being around only boys can get tiring

Having a girlfriend, a confidante and lover, outside of the scope of men is extremely liberating for Star

You two often draw together, she enjoys fantasy as a form of escapism, but also occasionally doodles little flowers for you

She would love it if your art scoped outside of the regular pen and paper, like embroidery or murals

(embroider her skirts with lil flowers)

Loves colorful pieces

Would be a big fan of abstract, or expressive work

“Your work reminds me of you, the essence of you.”

Michael

Micheal is, uninformed on art to say the least

 He tries his best to keep up though!

Wherever you may be drawing, he’s always peering over your shoulder, jutting his head back right when you notice

Loves to give you little gifts too, mostly candy wrappers and pressed flowers

You always keep them in your sketchbook

If you ever draw him, he’ll get really happy, and also confused

Aren't there better people to draw?

Reassure him!!!!

“I didn’t know I was ‘muse’ material.”

#lost boys #the lost boys #lost boys x reader #the lost boys x reader #david lost boys #marko lost boys #dwayne lost boys #paul lost boys #star lost boys #Michael lost boys #david x reader #marko x reader #dwayne x reader #paul x reader #micheal x reader #lost boys david x reader #lost boys marko x reader #lost boys dwayne x reader #lost boys paul x reader #lost boys star x reader #lost boys michael x reader #HOW DO I TAG THIS FANDOM OMG #reader insert

[persephone-s-moon]

Here's my painting for the amazing @fleouriarts's DTIYS :]

(I'm actually happy with how I've drawn Marko for once which is such a big shock)

It was so much fun to do bc I feel like I haven't done anything in my actual style in so long and it's evolved so much since the last DTIYS I did a year ago

Original drawing under the cut!

#baby. baby boys #it's a crime i've never truly thought about this ship but now i need more of it #also i'm a constant lost boys with black nail polish truther and i will not apologize #the lost boys #lost boys #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys (1987) #lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #the lost boys fanart #lost boys fanart #tlb fanart #marko the lost boys #marko lost boys #marko tlb #lost boys marko #michael the lost boys #michael lost boys #michael tlb #markael

[jinna-aka-ninja]

Calling of the Souls ~ Poly!LostBoys X Fem!Reader Part 8

Word Count: 2,222

A/N: Okay so I kind of dropped the ball lately, sorry guys. I swear I was going to write on my last days off but a huge storm hit and knocked out the entire towns power, then a giant tree fell in my backyard and crushed one of the cars. It's been a mess. But i'm here! On with the program!

How could this guy be so utterly shameless? Y/N was fuming. Her eyes narrowed at Tyr as she felt Marko’s grip around her waist tighten.

Tyr was testing them. Having said such a thing surrounded by humans on the boardwalk, with her in the arms of a vampire, he wanted to know what they would do to her had they known that she knew without it having been them who had told her.

“You know if you hurt her then I’ll have to fight you, right?” Tyr asked, wanting to make it very clear they would not have the chance to harm her before he got involved.

“We wouldn’t hurt her, you on the other hand, we wouldn’t mind hurting.” David growled the words out in warning.

Dwayne had finally looked to Tyr when he had made it known that Y/N knew. Then he looked back at her, “You’re not scared.” He commented, a little surprised, “You do look angry though.”

“You’re damn right I’m angry! Tyr! I wanted to tell them!” Y/N said to him though thanks to the ever growing tightness of the grip Marko had on her waist she had finally started to wiggle her way out of his grasp.

Marko didn’t seem happy with that attempt though. His eyes snapping to her, “Where are you going?” He asked, feeling wary that she was going to head back to Tyr and stay away from them.

“I’m bruising.” Y/N said to him calmly now because she knew that snapping at these four would be entirely uncalled for. At the admission, Marko loosened his grip but had not let go of her completely.

“Now you can stay.” He said as if it was the most understandable thing. If she was no longer bruising from his grasp then she could stay in his arms. Y/N huffed but didn’t fight it any more.

“This is not nearly as fun as I wanted it to be.” Tyr groaned as he watched them practically group around Y/N as if trying to protect her. “Maybe we can play hide and seek?”

At the mention of the game Y/N’s eyes grew wide, “Tyr, don’t you dare! I mean it! If you do it I’ll be really really mad!” She warned him making the demon slump his shoulders in defeat. She was already on edge thanks to his actions and words and if he pushed it too far then he knew she would be upset.

Hide and Seek was one of Y/N’s favourite games to play when she was younger. With a snap of his fingers, Tyr made himself vanish and she had to find him through whichever place they chose to be their playground of sorts. When he had mentioned it now, Y/N knew Tyr would have made herself disappear to see how long it would take them to find her. “You’re no fun. It’s your favourite game. I thought you liked being chased.”

“This is not the time to play games.” Y/N said to him glad that he had not attempted to go through with it. “Please, Tyr really is just a friend. I promise.” She assured the guys who looked at her curiously now as realization had seemed to set in.

“Why in the world would you willingly go into a vampires den?” Dwayne asked her. It was one of the dumbest things he could think of. It was dangerous, what if they had not been her mates? Would she still have done such a thing? Did she know of mates?

Tyr laughed when the question had been asked; mostly he was wondering the same thing. Y/N was strong, but she didn’t know how to unlock that power in its full extent yet. With the amount of time they had known each other Tyr had tried to help her learn to control her abilities, it just felt like something was holding her back. Maybe it was humanity. So it really had been stupid of her to go into a vampires nest. Mates or no mates, it was stupid.

Y/N couldn’t help but feel that everyone was looking at her like she was an idiot making her bristle with indignation under their gazes. “I knew you would not hurt me.”

Paul grinned from ear to ear and swiftly took her from Marko’s grasp into a hug, “Of course we would not hurt you! You’re our girl! But you have to drink from the bottle okay?”

“No!” Y/N said a little too frantically making the four vampires stiffen. She clearly knew what was in the bottle now.

“You won’t even taste it, I promise!” Paul said thinking that maybe this was the reason she didn’t want to drink the bottle. Who would really willingly drink unknown blood? “Or... is it because you would rather drink ours?”

“I’m not going to drink any blood.” She said quietly looking around since they were still somewhere too public, and yet Tyr didn’t seem to want to leave the public setting. Clearly he was still too exhausted to fight them willingly and wanted to be able to have a backup plan.

This was not something that failed to be noticed by Y/N. This man was still far too tired and needed rest and yet here he was trying to stir trouble. It was like he wanted to cause strife between the boys and Y/N. It made sense, Tyr hated anything without a soul as he put it, or with ‘dead souls’.

David, Paul, Marko and Dwayne were consumed. She knew what they were, she knew that they would not age and yet she would refuse to drink their blood?

“Since Tyr seems to believe that there is no need for us to keep secrets then I might as well say that I am not exactly human either.” Y/N spoke up feeling odd at saying such a thing out loud. It had been practically taboo of her to mention this.

Y/N wasn’t wrong because the moment she said these words Tyr acted and took a hold of her wrist and quickly pulled her away from them all the while muttering to her about how she was throwing her life away by saying that out loud. “You cannot say that out loud ever again!” Tyr said to her, “You are human, okay? If anyone asks, you are human.”

“Why can’t I say that I’m a demon like you?” Y/N asked Tyr turning around seeing the four vampires hot on their tail. They were not about to let them get away. Not after hearing her say those words. They wanted answers and they had to get them one way or another. “Tyr, they are my soulmates. They will not do something to me. I don’t think I have any need to keep myself hidden from them.”

“You have to stay hidden from everyone. You know the importance of it.” Tyr reminded Y/N but she didn’t know! He had never told her the details of it all. From the very moment that she was able to comprehend she wasn’t human he never told her why it was so important for her to never say it out loud.

“You’re keeping secrets from me, aren’t you?” Y/N asked him as she tried to tug her wrist out of his.

 They had managed to get somewhere secluded and that was when the boys struck. Dwayne pulled Y/N into his arms, holding her close as if he was trying to shield her from the world using his body.

David had grabbed Tyr from the collar of his coat and shoved him against a nearby wall. “You will not take her from us. Do you understand? She does not belong to you, so don’t you dare drag her away.”

The words sounded almost sweet... for a moment but Y/N didn’t fail to notice that David didn’t say that she didn’t belong to anyone. “David let him go!” Y/N demanded trying to pull herself from Dwayne’s grasp but he only held onto her tighter so she couldn’t get out.

“Stop, he needs to show him he cannot just take you from us.” Dwayne spoke quietly into her ear. Y/N felt a shiver go down her spine from how deep his voice had gotten when he whispered into her ear like that.

“But he cannot hurt him!” Y/N said to Dwayne, “Please Dwayne, he’s my best friend. Please.” She pled to the vampire hoping that he would understand how much Tyr meant to her.

“Tch. David. Don’t hurt him.” Dwayne said out to David who rolled his eyes in response.

David growled and released Tyr who didn’t seem in the least bit scared of David, “Don’t you touch me Vampire. You don’t understand the troubles that can come if you know more than you should. I spent nearly her entire life keeping her life safe. Making sure that she would never feel the hurt that could come if anyone were to know. I won’t let you ruin it because of some soulmate bond. She’s like family to me, and I will protect her with my life until I take my last breath.” Tyr growled to him as the area around them seemingly started to grow darker and darker. Tyr was growing angry and draining the area around them of light to fuel him enough to fight for a short while if he needed to.

This was becoming far too dangerous. I was worried and didn’t know who I was more worried about at this point. The boys were strong but so was Try, I just didn’t ever want to find out who would get hurt the worst if a fight did manage to break out between them.

“Tyr, David, Marko, Paul...” I said seeing the other two vampires starting to move in closer to Tyr like a pack closing in on their target. “We can work this out peacefully. Let’s just talk it out, okay? Things will be better for all of us if we just put aside our anger and worked it out in a way we can talk about why it’s upsetting us so much. I know there are secrets that we all have but the sooner its worked out the better.”

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?! Let go of her!” A voice called out and Y/N cursed under her breath seeing Michael coming over, more like sprinting over to Dwayne and Y/N. Why the hell did this guy have the absolute worst timing? He was only a half vampire! He would definitely be the one who ended up getting hurt the worst in a fight.

“Michael I swear, if you don’t stop right where you are, things will get ugly.” Y/N warned Michael try to ensure that he remained at least a couple feet away from the ever growing tension.

Maybe Y/N’s luck wasn’t entirely terrible because Michael did in fact stop just a short distance away. Close enough to hear just about everything there but far enough that he would not be accidentally hurt if they did end up starting a fight.

“We are trying to be diplomatic. So let’s all just... calm down and go somewhere more private. This place is kind of secluded but people can still come here.” Y/N tried to point out to the guys who were slowly trying to calm themselves to stop them from doing anything wrong.

Y/N was sure that the vampire boys weren’t actually fighting with Tyr because they truly believed Tyr would be no match for them and didn’t want Y/N to be angry at them if they were responsible for hurting him. Tyr was avoiding trying to use physical force by any means necessary because he didn’t want to drain himself further.

“Fine.” David spoke the single word while turning to Y/N and placing his gloved hand on her cheek after making his way over. “We will go back to the hotel. That place is plenty secluded.”

“Oh sure, we are just going to go to the vampires den! So safe.” Tyr said rolling his eyes. Even Michael seemed on edge with this.

“No, you want her to drink the blood.” Michael said not knowing exactly what was all known at this point.

“Keep up Mikey.” Paul said patting his back, “She already said no. We want to know why.”

“We are going to the hotel.” Y/N said to them, making up her mind. It was the best place that she could think of. Whether it was their den or not, it was the closest to ideal. With that, we started to make our way back to the hotel. Everyone was on edge. Tyr insisted that Y/N ride with him but the two of them didn’t have bikes. Y/N rode with David who wanted her close and Tyr rode with Michael who believed that Tyr was the closest one to want to be on his side on Y/N not being a vampire.

It was the most awkward drive. Usually when they rode it was fun, exciting and all the feelings that came with the thrill but this time it felt like they all felt this tension that had been slowly building right back up as they rode closer to the staircase that would lead them down to the cave they called simply, the hotel.

Taglist: @simplyreading96 , @bloodywickedvamp , @cocopuffs1450 , @vxarak , @kristel1990 , @sagis116

A/N: Am I missing anyone in the tag list?

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[calbertmichael]

Finally drew something I'm proud of! It's my first time drawing either of them, and it came out so good! can't wait to draw the other boys

#the lost boys #david lost boys #michael emerson #michael lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys david #david the lost boys #tlb #tlb 1987

[y3llowradish]

just watched lost boys for the first time happy halloween y’all

#the lost boys #lost boys #michael lost boys #david lost boys #vampires #michael emerson #david powers #the lost boys fanart #my art #tlb #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987

[bloodywickedvamp]

Two's Company - What The Hell Is Six?

Summary: Reader is dating Michael Emerson and they're fed up with his uncharacteristic behavior towards his family and them since moving to Santa Carla. They decided to finally confront Michael on the boardwalk with an audience of 4 in attendance.

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#bloodywickedvamp #tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #michael tlb #david tlb #paul tlb #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #david lost boys #dwayne lost boys #paul lost boys #marko lost boys #michael lost boys

[itsfuntobeavampiree]

Guys I am proud to announce that I am the owner of this playlist. And I know for a fact some of you lot on here know it (hopefully😨) if you liked my playlsit please say bc I will love you for eternity

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1ivaxe7FVOYV4iwhWG77BZ?si=i1p5GezjQEucfM5C9S_8UA

Here's the link for it xx please give it a listen I made this like a year ago and it's still popping off

#lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #david lost boys #dwayne lost boys #marko lost boys #paul lost boys #star lost boys #michael lost boys #laddie lost boys #the lost boys #im deeply in love with vampires from the 80s #the lost boys x reader #spotify

[harleycao]

I love a lot of movies and re watch them all the time.

But I'd never watched the same movie twice in three days.

Until now.

→ The Lost Boys 1987

#the lost boys #harleysharleyisms #harleyslife #vampires #lost boys #david lost boys #keifer sutherland #jason patric #corey haim #corey feldman #jami gertz #brooke mccarter #paul lost boys #michael lost boys #dwayne lost boys #marko the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #michael the lost boys #star the lost boys

[ripper-1888]

https://twitter.com/reapersun_art/status/1582400109152649217?t=m71Au3nr_w1J7jl0yviqQg&s=19

#the lost boys #the lost boys movie #the lost boys 1987 #david lost boys #paul lost boys #michael lost boys #Dwyane lost boys #marko lost boys #Stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy hargrove #this is not mine #i just wanted to share the beauty 🖤 #please go check out the original artist

[sad-pen-doodles]

Does the Five Nights at Freddy’s fandom realize that they’ve just designed Michael Afton to look like Michael Emerson from The Lost Boys? You wanted an 80s man with like kind of long brown hair and it’s just Michael Emerson. I personally love this fact but it’s just so funny!

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #michael afton #fnaf Michael #the lost boys #michael emerson #Michael lost boys #80s men #make all my Michaels look the same so it’s easy to spot a Michael #I’m running a monster of the week game with a Michael inspired by both of them so it all 80s Michaels all the time in my brain

[britany1997]

Sunkissed

Pool Boy! Michael x Fem! Rich! Reader

Hope y’all enjoy this collab @misslavenderlady and I did based off a poll she did about a pool boy fic:) we did equal work on this fic so please interact with both posts equally!!! Writing with Lave is so much fun! She’s kind and encouraging and they deserve the love!!!

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, brat/brat tamer, soft dom, thigh fucking, praise kink, don/sub dynamics, massage, nipple play, semi public sex, cum marking, aftercare

Working during the summertime wasn't something that bothered Michael. He wasn't really the type of guy to waste the days sleeping in or going to bonfire parties. There was an itch within him to keep moving, get some work done, tackle some chores or pick up an odd job. He simply couldn't keep still for long. 

So in between his beach cleaning gig, he managed to find some clients who would pay him as a pool cleaner. People in Santa Carla who had their own private pools were quite generous with money, and that certainly motivated Michael to take on the jobs. 

Being that he was an incredibly handsome young man with a hardworking, polite personality, he gained quite a bit of popularity amongst the ladies of Santa Carla. He paid them no mind though. He just wanted to get his work done.

Your parents had hired him to take care of the pool while they were in Aruba for the summer. Though he couldn’t deny that the vision of your bikini-clad, sunbathing form was a beautiful sight, he’d figured you’d be no different from any of the other girls that threw themselves at him.

He looked over subtly to see your nimble fingers flipping through the pages of Cosmopolitan while sipping a smoothie. He rolled his eyes to himself. Yeah, you weren’t any different. Michael unclipped his sunglasses from his shirt and slid them on before taking out a net to skim leaves and debris off the surface of the pool.

Little did Michael know that your eyes weren't on the magazine in your hands. Hidden behind your designer sunglasses, your gaze was right on the handsome guy. You used to think that girls crushing on pool boys was a laughable cliche. After all, your family has previously hired the most dimwitted guys who half-assed their work. Such a turn-off. 

But Michael wasn't like that at all. He was actually a hard worker and put some real muscle into the tasks he was given. And he looked DAMN good doing it. 

That perfect, glowing skin, those strong arms, and those eyes that were bluer than the water in the pool. You had a big, fat crush on the guy, and you were going to milk this for all it was worth. 

"Hey Mikey!" you called out to him in between sips of your drink. "You missed a spot by the steps!" 

A nonexistent spot that was chosen in an area where you could get a better view of his back muscles, of course. 

Michael cringed at the nickname, but still headed over to clean the imaginary grime from the spot to humor you. 

Your lips turned up into a satisfied smile as you watched his muscles ripple. You sucked down the last of your smoothie as you imagined what it would be like to suck on something else.

As Michael finished amusing you, the sound of your fingers snapping garnered his attention. He watched as a suit-clad man rushed towards you so that you could set your empty smoothie glass on his silver tray. 

“Strawberry banana this time,” you ordered the man, “and no chunks, you know I hate that.” Your nose crinkled in disgust at the thought of a non-smooth smoothie.

Michael quirked an eyebrow, watching your little display while cleaning the sediment from the pool walls. 

"You know, it's already unfair enough that he has to wait on you like you're a little princess. Do you really have to make him do it in that monkey suit?" Michael quipped. 

Your pretty, red lips pulled up into a smirk. You angled your sunglasses downward to watch him more carefully. 

"I'm not the one who assigned the uniform, honey. But by all means, don't feel pressured to do the same. You can wear whatever you want around here~"

All you could think about was getting him from a bathing suit to a birthday suit. You’d spent many days by the pool imagining that hunk finally showing you all of what he was blessed with. You had to find a good way to thank your parents for hiring him.

Michael pursed his lips, but before he could reply, your butler returned with your smoothie. 

You took the cup from the tray, wrapping your full lips around the pink, swirly straw and sucking a bit to make sure it was to your liking, smiling as the flavors hit your tongue. 

“Thanks, Jeeves, that’s all for now,” you dismissed him with a flick of your wrist.

The man gave a little bow before heading back into the house, you presumed to go and dust some of your mother’s beloved antiques. 

Michael shook his head. “Is that even his name?” he asked.

“Dunno,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders, “not my job to know it.”

Michael crossed his arms over his chest. You pouted as your view was obscured. 

“You’re a real spoiled brat you know?” 

Your jaw dropped at his boldness, but you quickly regained your composure. “Didn’t know you had that in ya Mikey,” you teased. “Whatcha gonna do about it, spank me?”

The Emerson boy was no dummy. He knew exactly what you were trying to do. You liked playing around with boy toys without any consequences. Well, that would never fly in everyday life. All the struggle and humbleness his family experienced helped him realize that. 

He was going to make certain you learned a lesson about the real world. 

Michael let the net fall from his hand, the cleaning device splashing loudly into the water below. Curiosity rose within you as he stepped closer to your spot. Soon enough Michael was hovering over you, seeing you down while he slipped his glasses down and gazed at you with those piercing baby blues. 

"No. You're gonna apologize for being a little brat."

You nearly choked on that last sip of smoothie you had. Your head was spinning at that statement. 

"Excuse me?? Who the fuck do you think you're talking t-"

"Stop that!" 

Your words were cut down with a mere raise of his voice. To your own surprise, you felt yourself tremble beneath him. Between his height over you and the booming sound of his words, you were suddenly feeling quite small compared to him.

"Bad girls don't get what they want. Only good girls do. So," Michael began. In one swift motion, he grabbed the glass in your hand and effortlessly plucked it out of your grasp. "you're gonna be a good little lady and apologize for your behavior. It's the only way you're getting this back."

You sat up on your lawn chair in shock. Your mouth opened, then closed, then opened, then closed again. It felt like one of those novelty-singing fish your dad had hanging over the fireplace at your winter chalet.

While you didn’t want to give in, you also wanted your smoothie back…and despite yourself, Michael kind of made you want to be a good girl. You cleared your throat before speaking. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Michael scoffed and leaned forward. “What was that?” he teased.

You huffed at him. “I said, I’m sorry… Michael, I’m very sorry.” 

He smiled and handed you your cup. “Good girl, I knew you could do it,” he leaned forward to kiss your cheek and pat your head softly. 

You gasped as your cheeks turned bright pink at his touch.

If Michael had noticed your embarrassment, he didn’t let on. When he pulled away from your cheek, he picked up his net as if nothing had happened and returned to his work. 

You laid back in shock, that was not how you’d expected the day to go. Your blush deepened as you realized your bikini bottoms had dampened and not from the pool water. You liked being Michael’s good girl.

Lost in your own thoughts, you missed Michael’s smirking face as he shot you subtle glances. He could tell you’d never had anyone tell you what to do your entire life. He’d enjoy being the first. Hmm, maybe you were different.

Although your mind was swimming with confusion and flirtatious thoughts of Michael, you still had enough focus to go about your routine. Every day the sun was out you got some tanning done before doing laps in the pool. By the time Michael was finished, it would be perfect for your swim. 

Until then, you were going to get that gorgeous summer glow that would be the envy of all your other rich friends. 

With a deep breath and a shake of your head, you reached under your chair to grab hold of the trusty bottle of tanning oil you preferred. You gave it a hefty shake before holding out your palm to take some in.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Michael's voice stopped you in your tracks. If the smoothie stealing hadn't shocked you before, this certainly did. 

"What??"

The curly-haired boy tsked while shaking his head in sheer disappointment. He crossed his arms over his strong chest as he eyed you once again. 

"You're going to get skin cancer with the stuff. You better put on sunblock or you're gonna turn into a raisin, little lady."

You pouted and whimpered without even thinking, the pink tinge returning to your cheeks. “But I don’t have any sunblock,” you admitted.

Michael sighed overdramatically, “what am I gonna do with you?” he lightly scolded before running to his bag.

“We can share mine,” he told you. “Lay down for me.”

You scrambled to do as he asked, laying out on your stomach on the lawn chair. Though you couldn’t see him from your position, his lips were curled up at your obedience. You were a quick learner. 

“That’s my good girl,” he purred as his hands skimmed the small of your back teasingly.

You could only bury your face deep against the chair so he wouldn't catch the deeper shade of blush on your face. He was already making you feel so flustered, yet his fingers were only touching a small part of you. 

"Better get rid of this so I don't make a mess."

Before you could even think to ask what he meant, your ears were greeted by the sound of fabric being scrunched before something was tossed to the side of your lounge chair. A tiny squeak fell from your lips as you caught sight of Michael's shirt on the ground.

There was no way this was happening. Your pool boy was going to rub sunblock on you while half-naked. The more you thought about it, the wetter your bikini bottoms got. 

"Gotta get a good, thick layer of this on ya, okay?" Michael spoke, slathering the cream onto his palm. He rubbed his hands together to warm it up some. "Don't worry. I'll be gentle."

“You don’t have to be…” you whispered to yourself more than anyone, but he smirked all the same.

Michael began to knead the sunscreen into your shoulders and back softly. He was almost as good as your massage therapist. You made a mental note to offer him that position when his pool cleaning gig was up. You wanted to keep him around for as long as possible, no matter what. 

When Michael finished with your upper half, he moved to your legs, running his fingers up and down your calves, coating your skin. As his hands began to drag up your thighs, you felt yourself grow warmer and it wasn’t from the sun. It took everything in you not to moan at his gentle caresses.

You knew Michael’s hands were likely calloused from all the hard work he did, but his feather-light touches felt so soft. His fingers skimmed the hem of your bikini bottoms as he continued to rub the sunscreen into your skin. Though you hadn’t thought it was possible, you could feel your face burn even hotter. 

You moved to flip onto your back, but Michael splayed a hand on your back, keeping you pressed into the chair. “Be good and still for me. Okay, honey?”

God, he really was a dream. The way Michael was on top of you and giving orders was driving you wild. You couldn't stop yourself from nibbling just a bit on your bottom lip. 

"O-Okay," you stuttered. When he decided he was ready, he flipped you onto your back, causing a gasp to leave your lips. You didn’t dare to say anything, you still wanted to be his good girl. 

The way the rays of the sun shined down on his sculpted body looked too perfect. Your eyes watched carefully as he spread another coat of sunblock onto his hands. He started with your stomach, massaging the area as he had done with your back. Once again, the lulling comfort of relaxation fell over you thanks to his touch. 

You didn't have a worry or care being like this with Michael. He was so firm, yet so gentle with you. Now that he could see your face, that was far more clear to him. 

The moment of peace was only interrupted when Michael took hold of your thighs.

"Wh-What're yo-"

"Shh shhhh, don't be scared, honey," Michael cooed, his soft words contrasting with how he threw your ankles onto his shoulder. "I gotta get all of those special spots on your skin~"

You followed Michael's orders and kept still and silent. While you were internally freaking out, he was casually rubbing sunblock along the length of your perfect legs. He pushed himself closer to you, his hips grazing the special spot where your bikini bottoms were. 

When he finished with your legs, he leaned over you, his brown curls falling around his face like a halo. 

He moved even closer, the curve of your ass rested on his thighs while your legs were still slung over his shoulder. You opened your mouth to speak but he shushed you. 

Michael glanced down at your right hand, resting by the side of your head, and moved to lace his fingers with yours. Your heart warmed at the feeling of your hands pressed together. There was something so sweet and intimate about how he held your hand. 

His other hand fiddled with your bikini top, pulling gently at the strings. “Now that I’ve done your back…” he traced a finger over your collarbone, “do you want me to do your front?”

You almost couldn't believe this was happening. Not too long ago Michael was rolling his eyes at you while scooping leaves out of your pool. Now he was offering to strip you down and get extra handsy with the sunblock. 

All those times you acted like a spoiled princess seemed so stupid now. Why would you keep misbehaving when you could give in and let Michael treat you like a good girl? Like HIS good girl. 

"Yes, Michael," you whispered. 

With his striking baby blues focused on you, he pulled the string of your top. The fabric slipped off with ease, revealing your breasts to him. Even with just a glance at your body, you could see the hazed look of lust take over on his face. It made your skin burn hotter than ever. 

"Perky little thing, aren't you?" He cooed. His fingers glided down your chest and over the nipples presented before him. The heat of his body contrasted with the coldness of the lotion, toying with your sensitive spots quite a bit. 

If that didn't make you whimper with lust, the feeling of his erection poking your thigh certainly did. 

You shouldn't have been surprised, given he was a hot-blooded man enjoying a shirtless lady underneath him. Then again, you were more than happy to find out he had an impressive size. You couldn’t remember the last time you enjoyed yourself with a guy.

“Hmm,” Michael hummed, faking concern.

“What is it?” you asked with a pout, worried you’d done something wrong.

“The sunscreen, it’s not gonna stay on here,” he said as his fingers skimmed over your nipples once more. “Too wet.”

“What?” your brow furrowed in confusion, “How are they-” 

You couldn’t finish your sentence when Michael’s mouth sealed around your breast. You gasped and arched your back into his mouth, loving the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple. The hand that wasn’t clasping his found its place in his perfect brown curls. When he’d finished toying with you he pulled back. 

“See? Way too wet,” he told you with a wink. You could only mutter a flustered ‘mhmm’ in response.

Not wanting to keep you waiting, Michael dove right back in, continuing his work with your other nipple. He let out a soft groan around the flesh, clearly aroused by how you felt in his mouth. Instead of swirling his tongue again, he sucked gently, stimulating you quite a bit. 

"Ooooh god~" you sighed. The grip of your fingers in his hair grew tighter as your arousal got stronger. You were dripping wet for Michael at this point. Your brain was completely clouded while your body took in all of the pleasure. 

"You taste so good, honey. Makes me want you even more than I already do."

Now you were REALLY hot and bothered. Michael's voice sounded so husky and hungry to you. The more he toyed with you, the stronger your need for him got. 

"Michael," you whimpered out. 

"Hmm? What's going on, honey?" he smirked, playing dumb with you. It only made you even whinier. 

"I need more! Please….please don't tease me…."

Michael laughed softly to himself. He dragged a finger down your abdomen, making your stomach muscles clench. “You wanna feel me in here?” he stroked his finger over your clothed pussy lightly.

You had never had to beg for anything in your life, and Michael could tell. Tears started to well in your eyes and your lip popped out as you nodded.

He pretended to consider your request, “I don’t know honey, do you think you’ve earned it?”

Now the tears had started to roll down your cheeks as you knew the answer to that question, maybe you could convince him otherwise?

“Yes…yes Michael I’ve earned it,” you swore.

Michael sighed. “You were mean to your butler, you teased me…doesn’t sound like good girl behavior to me.”

“But- but I apologized! And I was so good just now! I- please Michael,” you begged for the second time in your life.

“Don’t talk back baby,” Michael scolded and your lips immediately clamped shut. “Still,” he considered, “you have a point, I guess you have tried to be good for me today…maybe I can give you something.”

You would have done anything for him. “Thank you, Michael! I’ll be so good, I promise!”

“Yeah? You gonna be good and take what you’re given,” he smirked.

“Yes! Yes, Michael! Whatever you want.”

He loved the sound of that. Even if Michael was acting stern with you, he was still a very giving and kind lover. He wouldn't let your pleading fall on deaf ears. 

His hands moved gracefully, taking hold of each side of your bikini. You softly mewled from the sensation of a nearby breeze on your exposed bottom half once the last piece of clothing was discarded. Michael was left positively ravenous at the sight of such a wet, glistening pussy. 

"Holy shit," he sighed, running his tongue over his lips. "God, I gotta show you what you're doing to me, baby." 

It didn't take long for you to figure out what that meant. Far less gentle with himself than with you, Michael practically tore off his swim trunks. In mere seconds, his cock sprang out, thick and twitching with arousal. 

Your mouth fell open and your eyes shimmered at such a sight. He was so impressive. 

"Oooh my~" you said. "How'd you hide a big thing like that all this time?" 

"I dunno. But I guess I can't help how it shows when I got you under me, honey~"

Michael took hold of your thighs again, gently touching them as he pushed his body close to you. Your perfect breasts pushed up against his toned chest while he pressed his forehead against yours. You could smell the gum on his breath and it made you feel positively desperate to kiss him. 

"Listen closely," Michael whispered to you. "If you want to stop at any time, please don't be afraid to say so. I'll take care of you, but I need to keep you safe. Do you understand?"

Your heart raced from his words. Even when he was teasing, he was still so sweet with you. Michael sure beat all the arrogant trust fund assholes you’d messed around with in the past. He was a special guy.

“I understand, and I’ll tell you if I need to stop,” you promised.

Michael smiled down at you, “That’s my good girl,” he cupped your cheek before his hands gripped your thighs once more.

You bit your lip, “Michael?”

“Mhmm,” he stopped what he was doing and met your gaze. His lips pulled up into a smile at your blushing face. 

“Can I have a kiss before you start? Please?” you asked.

Michael’s smile grew even wider at such a cute request. He was proud of himself for seemingly taming you into his perfect, good girl in less than a day. “Since you asked so nicely…”

He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose before beginning to grind against your thighs softly. You gasped at the friction, he was barely touching you and you already felt like you could come apart on your lawn chair.

Before you could whine for a proper kiss, Michael ceased any teasing and went right in. His lips were perfect in every way. Warm, soft, and fit so well with your own. Never before had a boy made you positively melt from just a first kiss. 

But Michael wasn't going to stop the passion there. He was a romantic at heart and wanted to keep you happy. With one hand caressing your cheek and the other grazing over one of your legs, he moved his body with yours some more. 

"My good girl~" he groaned. The tip of his cock was pushed past your thighs, so achingly close to your cunt. He let each inch of his length through as well. The two of you each let out a moan as his cock brushed over your pussy lips, getting soaked with just a small touch. 

"Keep your legs nice and tight for me, okay? I'm gonna fuck your pretty thighs like this~"

You nodded furiously and whimpered at his words. He smiled down at you. “You’re so cute like this, such a pretty girl for me.”

You beamed at his praise as you clenched your thighs tightly around him. His head fell to the crook of your neck and he moaned as you squeezed him. Your arms immediately gripped the lawn chair as your body felt overcome by the feeling of his cock brushing up against you.

“Do you hear how good you’re making me feel, baby?” he asked. “You’re being such an angel right now, holding me so tight. That’s my girl.” 

You sighed blissfully, ‘his girl.’ He had you wrapped around his finger and you didn’t even care.

Michael rolled his hips into your thighs at a slow and steady rhythm, occasionally brushing against your pussy and making you see stars.

"Mmmh! M-Michael~" you sighed out for him. You hadn't expected this to feel so amazing. He didn't even need to penetrate you to get your body going. The way his cock pushed against your thighs and clit was just so perfect. Even if you couldn't have more, you still loved what it was now. 

"Pretty little princess, arentcha~?" he cooed in your ear. Michael grabbed your hips tighter and thrust his hips at a faster pace. He tugged you upward a bit, letting your lower half lift from the chair. 

He brought his mouth to yours again, kissing you deeply while he fucked you. The precum dripping from the tip of his cock made your thighs and pussy so very slippery. He just made you so warm all over, and you didn't want it to stop for even a moment.

You wanted to touch him so badly, to wrap your fingers in his brown curls and pull, or to grip his toned shoulders as he fucked you, not so gently. But you knew better than to do anything without permission.

You managed to let out a breathy, “Michael…” between whimpers and moans. “Mhmm?” his tone has an almost condescending tinge to it, but you didn’t care. Maybe you didn’t mind being put in your place a little.

“Let me touch you? Please?” you begged.

Michael’s lips parted in shock. He had to hold back a snide remark about how the brat had already been fucked out of you, and he wasn’t even in you. Oh, but you were so vulnerable like this with your eyes glassed over and your supple lips pressed into the prettiest pout. Michael was a lot of things, but he wasn’t cruel.

He smirked down at you, not letting up from his pace, but moving closer to your clit with each thrust, a little reward for asking for what you wanted. “Where do you wanna touch me honey?”

He shifted his weight to support himself with one hand, while he grasped your hand sweetly with the other. 

"I won't lie, I've been wanting to touch this body of yours all summer," you admitted. 

Michael seemed to enjoy that statement quite a bit. He was a humble guy, but it was still nice to get his ego fluffed up a bit with compliments. 

"Then, by all means, enjoy yourself~"

He kept up the motions of his rocking while he allowed you to do as you wished with his body. Your manicured fingers traced over the dips and curves of his muscles. You couldn't help but squeeze his pecs and abs. It turned you on seeing someone so perfectly sculpted and toned above your writhing body. 

There was no hiding the fact that he felt the same way about you. Even when you were acting like a spoiled brat, you were a very SEXY spoiled brat. One with a gorgeous figure to caress and cherish as he pleased

His heart swelled with pride as you touched him softly, your eyes always searching his face to ensure you weren’t taking too much or being too greedy. 

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You’re being so good for me, sweetheart. Think you deserve a reward~”

You gasped as his thumb brushed across your clit. You could have cum right then and there. He began to move his thumb in soft circles, pulling gasps and moans from your perfect lips. It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

“Love how you touch me, baby,” Michael purred into your ear, “Needed to return the favor.”

You whimpered beneath him, totally intoxicated by the pleasure he was giving you. “I’m close,” you admitted, blushing.

He sighed happily, your words music to his ears. “Then be a good girl and cum for me ok?” Michael patronized, feeling how much you enjoyed his tone.

God, there was no holding back when he talked to you like that. The jolts of pleasure were rushing through your body, charging you up like electricity. With your hand gripping him tightly and your legs locking more firmly, you felt yourself get closer and closer with every second. 

Michael wasn't far behind you. It was quite easy to catch up with how much you had stimulated him. He grunted and moaned as he fucked your thighs and toyed with your clit at a faster pace. He was dying to see that beautiful face make an expression of truly amazing pleasure.

"FUCK!! Fuck, Michael!!! Yes!! Aaah~" you cried out. Your voice echoed out into the California air as the orgasm hit your body with full force. If Michael's cock and fingers weren't soaked already, they certainly were now. 

The sound of your pleasured screams triggered his own release mere moments later. Thick, white shots of cum splashed onto your soft thighs and stomach, properly marking you as Michael's girl. 

He stared down at you and smiled to himself, God you were a pretty sight. He bent down from his arms to his elbows and laid on your chest, arms wrapping around you in a sweet embrace. Now you were covered with him in more ways than one.

Instinctively, your arms snaked around him and your fingers began to draw circles on his back. Michael smiled softly, enjoying the lovely sensation as he pressed wet kisses on your cheeks, your jawline, and your neck. 

“You with me baby?” he asked as he tucked sweaty strands of hair behind your ear. 

You sighed happily, “Yeah.” Your cheeks were a pretty shade of pink as you smiled at him. “I like when you call me baby.”

He laughed softly. “Can I tell you a secret?”

You nodded enthusiastically.

“I like when you call me Mikey.”

You could have melted right there.

Michael grinned as he began to push up from the chair, but your sudden, tight grip on his waist stopped him. He looked down at your pitiful pout. 

“Gotta clean you up sweet girl,” he said as he stroked your cheek.

“Later, I promise,” you bargained. “For now can you just…hold me?”

His lips pulled up into a bright smile before he settled on top of you, laying his head on your chest. “For as long as you want, baby.” Your mom and dad may have been in Aruba, but you were in heaven.

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❦ ━『Micheal+David+FemReader』━❦ 

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fluff!!, SOME light sexual things.

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❦ Being with these two is like....THE BEST THING! Like the chemistry they have together (gay asses) is immaculate! But now they saw you and want a third person to join the party!

❦ Micheal was the first one to find interest in you, you both hung out and got to know each other. When Micheal went back to the cave, David could tell he had a lot on his mind (you mind reading some of a bitch)

❦ David got micheal to talk about you to him and the others, and honestly David thought it could just be Michael's slightly undead heart, that shit still thumps sometimes lmfaooo

❦ But when David got to finally meet you, he finally realized what Michael was talking about, you're very attractive, you seem fun, and you get along with the others. But David had to remind Michael that they're vampires, and they're gonna have to tell you EVENTUALLY!

❦ Once told and they realize you don't care, oh boy! Get ready for the amount of grabby hands all over you, David having you laying against him, with your back against his chest as Michael relaxes between your thighs. You'll gently massage Michael's hair as you three cuddle with each other.

❦ if you don't wanna live at the cage, they will understand and just visit you often. But If you agree to stay with them then even better! Just know privacy isn't a thing anymore

❦ Sometimes you'll see David and Michael cuddling each other too when you three slept together in your bed. It Was cute to see David spooning Michael from behind as Michael was cuddling up to you.

❦ dont tell the other, David might get pissy and Michael.... Well Michael is just gonna be embarrassed. But he isn't gonna stop either he doesn't give a shit(they all gay, gay asf, paper? Crackled)

❦ David can be possessive and Sometimes want you all.to himself, don't get him wrong he still loves Michael, it goes both ways actually, sometimes he wants to chill with his boyfriend and sometimes he wants to give time to you

❦ micheal is the same way, but not for the same reason as David. He just doesn't want to overwhelm you sometimes and think its a good idea to share you sometimes or be alone.

❦ overall 10/10 would jump for these two again.

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My stupid little terrible guys as a Buzzfeed Unsolved quote <3

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Calling of the Souls ~ Poly!LostBoysXFem!Reader Part 4

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6

Word Cound: 2,987 AN: I’m not entirely sure if I should write nsfw for this at some point ... what do you think?

The cave... well it wasn’t the worst place she had been to. She didn’t hate it! No! Far from it! Y/N actually thought it was cool... okay so she couldn’t see sh*t.

 From the moment they had managed to get down to the steps right at the entrance to the cave, darkness greeted them. Very few parts were lit up from the moonlight that seeped in from cracks in the walls. The few and far in between moon beams did nothing to support her eye sight.

 Dwayne was the first one down, a stick in hand that was wrapped with a torn t-shirt, soaked in some kind of flammable liquid; having lit it before they entered. He used this to light up what looked like old rusted oil drums. They must have been filled with something to keep the fire going strong and thankfully it was bright enough to light up the cave they entered.

 Paul helped down Laddie, taking a hold of him by the waist and hopping down with him on the final rather large step. “Hyah!” He said with him as they reached the bottom, “Grab the rock box, buddy!”

 “Yeah!” Laddie said happily going over to grab the stereo for them to play music. It was such a sweet moment to witness.

 Marko had grabbed Y/N’s hand and helped her walk down the steps. She was confused by his actions. Why was Marko sticking to her? From the moment he found her he had stuck by her side like he was afraid she would run off into the night and disappear.

 “Not bad, huh? This was the hottest resort in Santa Carla about 85 years ago.” David said to them with a smile. While he spoke Paul took a hold of the stereo from Laddie while he stood on the outer ledge of the fountain. Dwayne still making his way around the cave to light up the rest of the cave for them.

 “Too bad they built it on the fault.” Y/N said. David looked at her when she said that.

 “You know what happened?” He asked her. He was curious as to how she knew word for word what he was about to say, or was it coincidence?

 “Um.. no I’m sorry.” She said shaking her head glancing away. Even she wasn’t sure why the words slipped from her lips. She had never once been in Santa Carla before, how could she know of what happened here?

 David made his way up to her, holding her chin gently with his gloved hand, a smile on his lips. “Don’t apologize.” Her heart thumped hard in her chest, she felt this way earlier with Marko too. What the heck was happening?

 Michael didn’t look too pleased to see how close David had gotten to Y/N. Trying to step forward only for Star to hold his hand to stop him from going any further.

 David let go of her chin and walked about some more, “In 1906, when the big one hit San Francisco, the ground opened up and this place took a header right into the crack. So now it’s ours.” David said to Michael, coming to a stop in front of him.

 “So check it out, Mikey!” Paul said making Marko and Dwayne laugh as he lit a blunt in that he held with his lips.

 “Marko, food.” David said to the blonde who had yet to let go of Y/N’s hand even though she had already been safely on the bottom of the steps.

 This had seemed to make Marko realize if he went to get food he would have to let go of Y/N’s hand. He glanced at her, hesitation in his eyes. “I can go too?” She said noticing he didn’t seem to want to leave her side.

 “It would be faster if he went by himself. Marko, share Y/N. You’re hogging her.” Dwayne said to Marko who frowned but led Y/N over to a worn loveseat covered in blankets.

 “I’ll be back.” Marko said to her, his words coming out a promise. But also there was something he was holding back. Y/N knew without him having to say what he wanted to hear.

 Y/N looked into his eyes and smiled, “I’ll be here.” She said to him. He smiled as he ran up the steps to go and get food.

 David led Michael away from Star to speak to him. Dwayne and Paul held Laddie’s hands and helped him hop up onto the ledge of the fountain. “That’s what I love about this place; you ask and then you get.” David was trying to sell this place to Michael, that much was clear, but every once in a while he would glance back to Y/N. Wanting to see if she was paying attention maybe but there was also a chance he was hoping that she too would be sold on the cave.

Paul hopped down and handed David his blunt. David took a hold of it and held it to Michael, “Appetizer?” he asked. Michael declined, David turned to Y/N, “What about you, doll?”

 “On second thought.” Michael said taking the blunt from David, trying to get David to stop paying attention to Y/N. He didn’t like the way David looked at her. He didn’t like how any of them were looking at her. At this moment Michael was fighting against two feelings. The pull he had to Y/N which made his heart swoon and this almost intoxicating feeling to go to Star.

 David pat Michael on the back as he led him to the seats closer to where Y/N was. “You’ll like it here Michael.” He said.

 Y/N didn’t miss the way Star seemed to move further away from them. Trying to create distance between herself and the others. There was something in her eyes, like she didn’t want to be there, so why was she? Y/N felt no ill will to Star. Sure she was envious of the attention she got from Michael but there was sorrow that radiated from the girl. It came off of Star in waves that washed over Y/N making her curious about this girl. She was hiding something. It was so much harder to hide negative emotions than it was to hide anything else.

 Paul sat beside Y/N, an arm around her shoulders. “I’ll keep you company. Show you that I’m much more fun than Marko.” He said to her with a smile looking into her eyes. How many times would Y/N feel this way? Something was wrong. She felt drawn to Paul too? Her eyes glanced over to Dwayne, curious to know if it would be the same with him. Almost like he had felt her eyes on his, Dwayne looked over and made eye contact. Smiling at her and sending her a wink.

 “Don’t give him attention, it’s my turn.” Paul said to Y/N pulling her in closer so that she was on his lap.

 Y/N felt herself stiffen at the feeling of being on his lap. This was a closeness that she had never had with someone before. Though it felt right, she still felt like she should move off of him. Though the moment she tried to slide back off, his left arm just wrapped around her waist to hold her into place. He had her sitting on his lap turned on her side so he could still look at her when they spoke.

“Don’t try to leave me, I just want to be closer to you.” The words came off so quietly but he had moved forward to whisper it into her ears making Y/N feel a shiver go down her spine.

 Paul didn’t even seem to care that this had just been their second time meeting, or the fact that he was doing this in front of everyone. David and Dwayne didn’t seem upset by it though. Michael on the other hand, sat on a seat with his hand clenched tightly in a fist on his knee. His eyes burning into Paul and Y/N like they had just committed some great sin.

 David spoke to Michael about all the things they do. While he spoke, Paul pulled Y/N closer to him, making her rest her head against his chest as he leaned back so that she could finally relax rather than sit rigidly on his lap. He was smoking from another blunt, the smoke hovering around them and into her lungs as she breathed. It wasn’t a complete high, but she was starting to feel more relaxed.

 After some time there was a sound coming from the entrance of the cave and Marko came down holding a box filled with some to-go boxes of Chinese food. “Feeding time! Come and get it boys! Marko’s eyes scanned the cave until they landed on Y/N on Paul’s lap. She felt herself stiffen thinking he would be upset. He was the one who brought her here and had been holding her hand but for some reason he didn’t seem upset. Marko’s eyes sparked with life as he grinned and started to hand over food to David. Turning to toss one to Dwayne, Laddie and then to Paul, who caught it easily despite Y/N being on his lap. Y/N now starting to sit up straight rather than leaning against him.

 “ Chinese, good choice.” David said to Marko, leaning forward in his old wheelchair covered in all sorts of cloth, ranging from rags to blankets. “Guests first.” He said holding it to Michael who held up his right hand in a dismissive manner as if to say he was good.

 “You don’t like rice? Tell me Michael, how could a billion Chinese people be wrong?”David asked him, his words ending with a chuckle as he held it out to him again. “Come on.”

 Ever so eager to please, Michael reached out to take it. Y/N felt like Michael was trying to impress everyone.  He didn’t want to seem weak to anyone. Trying to show that he was willing to do anything, that nothing bothered him; still there was apprehension in his eyes.

Marko handed David another to-go box before going to sit down with two boxes right beside Paul, lifting Y/N’s legs that had been on the empty spot of the loveseat. He set her legs on his lap and handed her one of the boxes, she got noodles instead of rice.

 The way these guys were with her made it feel like they were so used to her being there already, like she just belonged there and it was natural for her to be with them. Y/N kind of loved it.

 Just as she had started to bring up some to her lips she heard David, “How are those maggots?” He asked, “Maggots Michael. You’re eating maggots, how do they taste?” He continued making her look over. Spotting Michael looking down at his box before spitting out rice. Y/N’s eyes narrowed. She hadn’t known Michael long but seeing him look back at his box again and looking confused, she knew something was up. The feeling of a hand on her leg, thumb smoothly rubbing against her calf drew away her attention.

Paul was looking at her curiously. Her eyes seemed to soften under his gaze but hearing Marko, Laddie and Dwayne laughing reminded her of what had just happened.

 “Leave him alone.” Star spoke up making David look almost annoyed for a second.

 “Sorry about that.” David said moving his chopsticks in his to-go box, “No hard feelings, huh?”

 “No.” Michael said trying to brush off of the oddity that had just occurred but Y/N knew better than to brush this off. Michael must have seen maggots if he reacted the way he did but the box that fell onto the floor held nothing but rice. Something was happening and it had her on edge.

 “Why don’t you try some noodles?” David asked holding out the box he had in his hands to Michael. Y/N leaned up a bit more to look into the box, seeing nothing but noodles.

 “They’re worms.” Michael said to David looking in the box making David bring it closer in to himself.

“What do you mean they’re worms?” He asked him taking some into his mouth. “They’re only noodles Michael. Michael took the box from David and looked at it, using the chopsticks to look through the noodles. Simply that, noodles.

 Marko stood back up going over to David when he gestured to him, whispering into his ear. Marko’s smile seemed to vanish, a serious look in his face as he gave a small nod of his head. Turning he walked further into the cave setting down his box.

 When Marko had returned it was with an old bottle of wine, covered in gold and jewels. It looked rather antique and yet when he handed it to David, David still opened it and brought it to his lips, taking a sip of it.

It looked like he had just drank something that could give him a rush as he closed his eyes for a moment before they opened. Those pale blue eyes zeroing in on Michael, “Drink some of this Michael. Be one of us.”

 Michael looked skeptical but as it was handed to him he stood, walking over and taking the bottle. Y/N slid into the spot where Marko had been a moment ago, this time Paul let her move.

“Michael. Michael. Michael.” It was a chant, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko speaking his name in encouragement. Urging him on to drink from the bottle.

 Star moved over to stand behind Michael, “Don’t drink it Michael. It’s blood.” She warned him. This caught Y/N’s attention because if the hunch she had was right, if it was blood. Then she knew Michael shouldn’t drink it.

 “Michae-..” Y/N didn’t even get to finish the name before Michael rolled his eyes.

 “Yeah, sure,” Michael said to Star, “Blood.” And then he drank. Then the boys cheered.

 Deja vu. It was the same feeling she had felt four other times before in her life. It ached. Her soulmate... was dying. Now however, it made sense. Her soulmates had died. Each and every time they drank from that very same old bottle the progress to dead began to happen.

 That’s what vampires were, undead. Alive but not really so.

 Despite this information now showing her that they were truly not dead her soul still felt their life draining. Half a vampire could be described as actively dying.

 It took a day or so for the feeling to go away before proving to her that these four; David, Marko, Dwayne and Paul had changed in less than 30 hours. Still, she felt pain through that time. Then when they would have fully turned she felt the greatest pain of all, and yet it faded away into depression when she believed she lost her soulmate forever. Now she could see why she felt the connection to the other four.

 Star and Laddie moved further away as Michael took another sip. Marko began to push David in his wheelchair around. Dwayne and Paul stood up and they began to celebrate, welcoming him.

 This on its own had Y/N feeling worried but then their eyes landed on her. Sitting there, her box of food having been set down on a small table beside the seat.

 At some point David had taken the bottle from Michael and held it out to Y/N. “Didn’t think we forgot about you, did you doll?”

 “Join us princess.” Marko egged her on. Dwayne giving an encouraging smile from behind Marko. Paul looking at her with eager eyes.

 “I can’t drink alcohol. Bad heart.” Y/N said to them giving her best faux smile and shaking her head. The disappointment on their faces was instant.

 “Just a small sip.” David urged and yet she moved her body to sink further into the seat, away from the bottle.

 “Tyr would kill me.” She whispered. “I should be getting home.” She said to them, “Can’t stay out too late. My friend is still sick.”

 Oops. Wrong words.

 “You live with your friend?” Marko asked, there was a flash of something in his eyes that she had not seen before. Malice.

“Separate rooms.” Y/N assured him knowing that angering a vampire was not the thing she wanted to do. “But yes.”

 The sound of her being in a separate room seemed to calm them down at the very least. “I’ll give you a ride.” Dwayne insisted only for Y/N to shake her head.

 “It’s fine really. You guys are partying. I actually don’t stay too far.” Y/N spoke standing from the seat and slipping toward the staircase. “I’ll see you guys soon!” It wasn’t a promise, it wasn’t even definite plans. Yet she made her way up those stairs so quickly.

 It was terrible that she left Michael there, yet she was no idiot. What the hell was she supposed to do? It was too late. He had already started the process to being a vampire.

The shadows created by the moonlight that had been blocked by objects began to shake as she made her way past them. No one had followed after her. That was good. They continued to party. Using a sense she didn’t feel anyone near her and before she knew it, she fell into the shadows. Literally. Her body sinking into the shadows like a portal as she spoke an incantation. The pain was too much for her. Falling from the ceiling of her room and straight onto her bed with a soft thud as her body hit the comforter and pillows.

 Much like Tyr, she used up too much of her own energy and the darkness took over as she slipped into a deep sleep, at least in this sleep she would not feel the pain. She hoped.

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Lost boys x stranger things x m!reader

A/n: I wrote this pretty late and I'm a bit ill so sorry about any errors

Pairings: David x reader, marko x reader, Paul x reader, dwayne x reader, Billy hargrove x reader

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, smoking, drug use, sexual themes

Summary: when billy Hargrove runs away, back to santa Carla, california, the Hawkins gang are tasked with following him, only to be shocked at what they find when they arrive.

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PART 1

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The night was warm and comfortable, the calming sound of the waves rolling into the beach and the distant sounds of fairground music and scream of rollercoaster riders settling over the town of santa Carla. The moon was full and shining, bouncing of the ocean like giant disco ball.

Billy hargrove was speeding down a coastal road, 70mph, music blasting at full volume with nith of the front windows open. The wind tangled into his luscious, sandy blonde hair as the car drove. His eyes were fixed on the sight infront of him.

Santa Carla.

His home town. The town he had been forced to leave 3 years ago and the town he would now stay in for the rest of his life. He had ran away from Hawkins 2 days ago. Away from Neil, the mind flayer, the Russians and overall Hawkins. He didn't have a plan at first but the last 48 hours were spent thinking up a solution of what he was going to do when he arrived.

He had decided on getting a motel room for the night, then, the next day, he would take a look around the boardwalk for the first time ein years, then head to see his old friends. The lost boys. He had lost contact when he left and was looking forward to seeing them again. He had been close with them since he was 15, he knew they were vampires, they only hadn't turned him because they didn't want him to be stuck as a teenager forever. That would suck.

His blue camaro pulled up into the parking lot and he shit the windows before getting out, locking the car and walking onto the crappy building. He walked up to a grumpy looking woman who was slumped in a chair watching TV.

"I'm looking for a room for a night?" He asked her, waiting patiently. She ignored him. He asked again. "Excuse me ma'am, I'm looking for a room."

She finally looked up at Jim and turned around to grab a key.

"Room 21. Up the stairs on your left." She them turned back to whatever she was watching, leaving billy to find his was to the room.

When he got there, he opened the door and threw his bag onto the bed, running to the bathroom and turning the shower on. He quickly striped himself of his clothes and enveloped himself in the warmish water. He ran a hand through his hair and felt his muscles untangle and for the first time in 3 months he felt okay. He felt safe. It's pretty ironic considering he was in the murder capital of the world and it was filled with all sorts of creatures of the night hut he didn't care. He was home at last.

After his shower, he dried himself with an old, motel towel and he was quick to jump into the bed. The mattress was stiff and stained but it was good enough for him. For now atleast. He turned to the side, pulling the string of the yellow lamp and plunging the room into pure darkness, only being escaped by the small dots of light coming from the fair on the pier. Billy pulled the covers over himself and let his mind drift away into a long, well deserved sleep.

The next day, as Billy went on with his own activities, so did y/n emerson. Y/n was one of the lost boys, he was a cool guy, laid back and pretty smart. But he could be scary too. And by scary I mean above David level terrifying. But normally he was pretty approachable.

He pottered around the emerson House. His cousins had come to live with them about 2 months ago and he was finding it pretty stressful. They were very inquisitive kids. Always asking where he had been all night and who the guys that had dropped his off or picked him up were. They liked to annoy him alot but Sam was okay. Michael had a mouth on him and had a very unneeded, offensive attitude toward his older cousin. No one quite knew why but it was always present.

Y/n tidied away the remnants of last night's takeaway dinner and walked into his garden to clear it all away. Yes, I know what you're thinking, vampires can't go out at day. And you'd be right, they can't, not without a ring. A special ring made with something I do not recall that stops them from busting into flames.

He emptied the trash into the bin and walked back inside. He then pulled a post-it-note from a drawer and scribbled on the words

Be gone for a day or two, staying at a friend's. From y/n/n.

He stuck it on the front of the fridge and walked out the front door, grabbing his motor bike from the garage and seating himself on it, riding of towards the home of the other lost boys. He spent majority of his time there, only coming back when his mom got too worried or needed to see him. He sped through the streets and down towards the entrance, dumping his bike and jumping down it. Marko was sat in a chair he had stolen from and alleyway last week, reading some weird magazine that he had probably shoplifted. Y/n walked over too him and kissed his cheek.

"Morning." He spoke softly.

"Morning." Marko replied with a smile, nuzzling his face into y/ns neck. He was always one for physical affection. He was a big softie at times too.

Suddenly, David appeared next to them, standing over y/n and leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

"Morning doll." He said, y/n smiled up at the taller man and sat down on the arm of the chair marko was is. "You wi never guess who's back in town." He added. The pair gave him a puzzled look and they were soon joined by dwayne and Paul who stood behind them.

"Billy fucking Hargrove. and I have a feeling he will be paying us a little visit later."

"No fucking way!"

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