#tlb dwayne x reader

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Misty Boardwalks And Vampires, Oh My! Ch.3

Dwayne x Fem!Reader

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“Well?” David asked with a smirk from his spot on a chair when Dwayne walked in.

The two exchanged looks before David let out a laugh while Marko and Paul glanced between the two in confusion.

Dwayne sighed and sat on the floor. “It went well.” He mumbled softly, refusing to look at David and admit he was right.

“But you changed your mind, right?” David leaned forward in his seat, intrigued by the not so sudden turn of events.

“Maybe… I just feel drawn to her.” Dwayne replied, looking at David sternly. He himself was quite concerned yet confused at the same time, his shoulders slumping as he let out a frustrated sigh.

“Luckily for us, I had another group picked out. Looks like blood’s back on the menu, boys.” David chuckled and sat back, shaking his head in disbelief at how quickly Dwayne had changed their plans on what to do with ______.

“I feel like we’re missing something here.” Marko spoke up, letting go of the pigeon he’d been playing with and exchanging glances between David and Dwayne.

“Well, you remember our dear friend, _____. Right?” David reminded them, waving his hand as he reminded the other two.

“Yeah, she was a total babe we picked for the kill, why?” Paul asked, glancing at Dwayne then back at David.

“Well boys,” He began, placing a hand on Dwayne’s shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.. “It seems like our brother here has gotten a little… attached. So back off until we figure out what Dwayne’s got up his sleeve, got it?” David finished, giving Marko and Paul commanding looks to deter them from trying to mess with _____ further. He knew Dwayne was typically quiet, but he also knew he wasn���t a force to be messed with.

The duo looked at each other, nudging each other playfully and letting out a chuckle.

“Yeah yeah. We’ll go check out the boardwalk before Dwayne freaks out.” Marko half teased, shooting a smirk in said male’s direction.

Dwayne’s dark eyes followed Marko, glaring at him then rolling his eyes in annoyance and trying to ignore the other boy. After releasing a heavy sigh, he got up and walked to a more secluded place in the cave for some peace.

David craned his neck to look at the remaining boys, watching them leave and debating if he should go to talk to his leather clad brother.

“What did you get yourself into?” He thought to himself and walked towards the entrance for a smoke.

Dwayne remained in a room deep within the decaying hotel, it being his safe space away from everyone else when he needed it. The room consisted of lots of dust and the smell of decaying wood and fabrics filled the air. Time certainly hadn’t been kind to this place, nor had it been kind to him. It took his mortality, and the life of his brother, and that was something he couldn’t bring himself to forgive and forget about quite yet.

He sat on the dusty floor, resting his head against the wall and listening to the sound of the ocean nearby to soothe his nerves.

Paul and Marko on the otherhand, well they were currently scoping the pier, grinning and arguing with a vendor about pricing.

“No way that leather cuff is actually worth $10! Look at it man, it’s got a scuff on it!” Paul argued, shaking his head and pointing at a small scuff that he made on it.

“Yeah, look at that! It’s not worth no $10!” Marko chimed in, smirking at the frustrated vendor.

The vendor scratched his head, trying to figure out how to respond as people drew near to see what was going on.

“This guy’s a rip off! He’s selling damaged goods for full price!” Marko exclaimed, making sure the people nearby could hear him clearly.

The crowd began pressing in, murmuring and watching the scene unfold before them.

“Fine! Fine, $5! That’s as low as I can go.” The vendor urged, practically sweating bullets at the unwanted attention.

“$5 sounds good to me, what about you Paul buddy?” Marko asked his blond friend, slapping his shoulder and smirking.

“Sounds good enough to me. Here ya go.” Paul smirked and paid the guy, grabbing the leather cuff and kissing it. “Pleasure doing business with ya!” He grinned and walked off towards Max’s store with Marko.

In the meantime, David was overlooking the cliff, kicking a stone around out of frustration and annoyance. As much as he hated to admit it, he had a sneaking suspicion as to why Dwayne had taken such a liking to ______. The thought frightened him, only because he knew he couldn’t control it and he had to just sit back and let things work out for themselves. Besides, it was only a hunch, and though usually he wasn’t wrong about these things, he wanted to hope he was wrong for fear of issues that would come if his hunch was in fact correct.

He ran a gloved hand through his hair, then rubbed his face as he let out an irritated groan. “I better be wrong, just this once.” He spoke to himself and lit his second cigarette of the night. “This is going to be a 3 pack problem.” He sighed and took a drag from the cigarette, puffing out the smoke in annoyance.

Shortly after, Dwayne approached David, giving a small smile and a playful nudge.

David smirked and shook his head. “Looks like you’re in for a big one, huh?” He half joked, offering his friend a cigarette.

Dwayne let out a chuckle and took one from the pack. “Thanks, and uh… I don’t know. The whole thing’s a little confusing. I really like her, it just feels weird this time. It’s not the usual sort of crush thing and I can’t pin point what I feel for her yet, however, we do got a date Saturday night.” He explained, speaking in a more serious tone now.

David’s eyes widened and he frowned. “Dwayne, I hate to bring this up, but we both know how this will end. I know you’re not reckless like the other two, but keep in mind, we’re vampires Dwayne. There’s only two ways this can end, and either way, it ends horribly for us all. There is no way this can possibly turn out okay for either of you… Look, I hope it ends well, you deserve to be happy, but right now… We need to lay low.” He spoke a tad harshly, though it could be understood considering how serious the situation is.

“David, I know. Believe me, my mind is jumping to every single thing that can go wrong, but I can’t just shake off how I feel for her out of fear. That’s not living, and I’m trying to figure this out as I go too. The minute things start going south, I promise, I’ll get rid of her myself. Until then, let me handle this. I’ve never asked you for anything before, but just give me a little room to grow and give me a bit of trust here. Okay?” Dwayne responded, his gaze softening as he looked at his friend, understanding their predicament and giving him a reassuring pat on the back. He finally lit his cigarette and watched the moon reach its high point.

David took a drag and let out a heavy sigh. “Alright… just keep me updated. I’m here for you, and I got your back.” He spoke, sounding more sure of himself now. He sincerely wanted Dwayne to be happy, and if it meant taking a risk, he’d make sure that risk had the odds in their favor. Even if it meant using his abilities to manipulate the situation and change the ending, should things start looking sour.

Though they both hoped that wouldn’t be the case, and if, and that’s a huge if, David was right, none of that would be necessary. This whole situation would be easy, and any problem that comes their way will stop before it even begins, but that would be too easy, wouldn’t it?

Afterall, this isn’t a fairytale with happily ever after’s while the heroic lovers ride off into the sunset, no, no this is the real world. In such a world, our protagonists are in fact the villains when you view them correctly. In fact, they’re quite monstrous, capable of bringing the world to its knees if they so felt like it. Now, the question is, in the real world, do villains ever even get their happy ending?

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖘

⋆˙⟡♡ PAIRING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ David and Dwayne x fem reader ۶𖹭ৎ

⋆ ˚｡⋆ SYNOPSIS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

⋆˙⟡♡ AUTHORS NOTE ˚୨୧⋆ I thought this would be really fun to indulge in, especially the character study and what I can make up from the few scenes they’ve had together. All the boys seem so tightly knit and bonded, but in unique ways due to their own personalities. So I’ve been thinking about how it’d work in a poly! Scenario with specific pairs and how they fit together. Warning, this is pretty long.

I'll be making one for all of the boys!

✧ ⁺  𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⋆｡˚ ⋆ sexual tension, slightly nsfw, suggestive but nothing happens, possessiveness, implied violence (not towards reader), overprotectiveness, little obsessive.

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David is confident and protective. Dwayne is broody and protective. With those two, you'll have your very own stern bodyguards.

They share a simmering passion that you can just feel with their gazes. Their care and guidance is alluring and hypnotic, a careful tiptoe game with smooth words and gentle approaches till you end up in their arms. It's rewarding. Being your shields and shelter, having you willingly go to them for protection.

ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

·:*☆ Their possessiveness is alike

It’s calm and subtle. Shared glances and silent confidence, all whilst they keep an eye on you. Often you’ll feel one of their intense stares seeking you out, leaving you feeling flustered but seen.

The moment someone lets their wandering gaze linger too long, you'll feel a pair of hands reaching for your waist or shoulder to tuck you close, letting them know you're taken and under protection.

·:*☆ They’re your assigned protectors

David is confident and knows how to purr the right words to either lure someone in, or leave them fleeing in fright. Dwayne’s intensity pairs nicely with that, tall and leering and dark with his dead eyed glare. They ooze this ‘fuck around and find out’ energy.

David may find a little sadistic glee in making his food find out the hard way, hanging back and watching them grow bolder and bolder until he puts a stop to it- but Dwayne is much more straightforward and eager. They’re both eager to keep you safe and unscathed, since your human form is so delicate in comparison to their own vampiric ones.

They like to snoop- carefully inquiring to make sure all is well. David asks the questions, his voice soft and charming. Inquisitive enough to lure out your true feelings and the truth, but unguarded enough to make you feel safe to disclose anything that has upset you. He’s gentle in that respect. Giving you room to talk and unload what’s on your mind.

Dwayne, on the other hand, is much more observant more so than inquisitive. He keeps an eye out on things like bruises and cuts that may litter your skin. Carefully stroking them, gentle touches and heavy stares as he softly asks you where they come from out of concern. You banged your knee on your coffee table again? He’ll come over and fix that for you. You grazed your hand on yet another spiky succulent plant you tried hanging up by the window? He’ll swing round later tonight to put it up for you, just point where you want it. Just call for them if you need help next time, ok?

·:*☆ Boardwalk dates under their attentive watch

They like to calmly follow you around the boardwalk, letting you drag them around wherever you please. They don't stray far, only a few steps behind you as they watch on fondly. Trailing behind you carrying the prize stuffies that they've won for you, looking very not intimidating with oversized teddy bears and plush dolphins in their arms.

·:*☆ David can be coy and playful, and that often lures out the subtle playfulness in Dwayne

The dark haired vampire isn't all brooding stares and mysterious silence- he likes the thrill of the hunt and the passion of laughter and joy. Even if that joy includes tearing apart surf nazi prey and being reckless on his bike.

With David, it's enhanced. Guided. Lured out piece by piece, with a subtleness that draws him out like the tide.

He has a way of riling him up when it comes to you, finding his self control slipping with every coo and tease coming from David towards you. Watching you fluster does something to him, coaxes out that concealed passion and thirst that he barely keeps under wraps with his dark stares and darker eyes.

"Is that good? Yeah?". David chuckles soft and low, voice barely louder than a breathy whisper.

A flustered little noise escapes you, making Dwayne groan lowly against your skin.

He carefully brushes your hair away from your neck, exposing it for Dwayne to kiss- who does so, languid and slow.

You gasp, soft. Your skin prickles with a heat that melts you from the inside out.

David watches, intensely and observing.

"Very good".

His praise makes you shiver.

They both chuckle at your reaction, endeared and amused. Their chuckles are breathy and soft.

You shoot the bleached blonde a weak glare, flustered and shy.

"Now don't go looking at me like that". David chuckles with false reprimand, his voice calm and lilting with fondness. His eyes settled on you admiringly.

"Tell us what you want. Can't do anything unless you tell us sweetheart". Dwayne murmurs against your ear, low and simmering with heat.

They want to hear you ask them.

"kiss me?...please?".

"Ohh...you're so sweet, aren't you darlin'?". David coos softly, rewarding you with a tantalisingly slow kiss. The heat of his mouth and the light scruff of his face nestled against you. His hand cups the nape of your neck, not forcefully- but firmly. Guiding. Keeping you in place, close to them.

Dwayne is still pressing kisses against your temple. Humming against it, holding and caressing your arm gently. His arms folded around you in a locking embrace.

It feels safe. Encompassing. Warm, despite their lack of heartbeats or pulses. Like you belonged pressed between them, like a flower kept safe between two pages.

David breaks the kiss first and you almost follow, if not for Dwayne's fingers lightly rubbing at your jaw. Fingertips graze softly over your cheek like you were porcelain.

"Gonna let Dwayne have a taste too? Hm?".

ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔰

♡ dark protector x dark protector

They are both the more sterner and darker pair of the group- often carrying a calm and nonchalant confidence that both draws people in like moths to a flame, and chases them off. Alluring, yet dangerous

♡ Calm x storm

Dwayne is grounding and assuring- quiet and surrounded by a mysterious air that keeps you keen, yet melting into him. Like the stillness of a woodland area with only the gentle rush of water trickling by- no birds, no snapping twigs. It's mysterious and unnatural, but peaceful and calm in a way that makes you want to wander in deeper.

David stirs you up a little- as a treat. Low and discreet and creeping like a rolling storm. He makes the hair on your skin stand up and your stomach knot in excitement and nervousness, but also comfort. Like rain pattering against the glass panes of a window during a thunderstorm whilst you're safe in bed. You know you're safe- but it doesn't take away the excilerating thrill of it.

Together they both lull and excite you. The sheer strength and supernatural influence they have makes you feel docile and cradled, watched under frightening yet caring eyes.

𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔏𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔞𝔤𝔢

♡ Acts of service

Their love truly shines through in their actions when it comes to you.

David keeps your home safe, makes it untouchable terf where no-else is allowed to step foot without your permission or consent. Not a shard of broken glass is allowed near your front door, otherwise it'll end up in someone's face.

Dwayne makes sure your home is maintained. Often swinging round to fix something that’s been bothering you, even if it’s small. Even if it’s a casual visit, he’s observant of everything in your home. Creaky door? Tilting cupboards? Drippy tap? Dwayne's your man.

♡ Physical touch

Despite being the more ‘lax’ ones when it comes to cuddling from the who group, they both appreciate it in their own ways.

David loves it when you accept his thigh or lap as your seat. The silent act of possessiveness that he gets to indulge in settles him. His hand always finding your waist to keep you there.

And Dwayne, despite his broody and nonchalant visage, loves holding you. Either it be you sinking against his side like a cozy little sleepy cat, or simply falling asleep in his arms. It's calming to him, feeling you breathe and heartbeat.

They'll act stoic and nonchalant, but internally they melt when you show them affection. David admiring you whilst you're snuggled between them, whilst Dwayne silently yet tenderly strokes your hand.

Jealousy?

. This goes for all the boys, but jealousy is not common amongst them. And when there is, it’s mostly playful.

With these two, you can always tell it’s lighthearted and playful. By the dry comments and stoic quips , it’s mostly to rouse a reaction out of you.

Whatever is simmering between them, it is always calmed by your equally attentive affection. Their matching smirks grow softly as you pepper them with kisses and attention, sharing a knowing look.

David doesn’t care. As long as you’re all theirs, he’s happy to watch you get swept up and loved by your mates. And Dwayne is too grounded and at one with his pack, as long as you're lathered in only their attention and affection, he's content.

ℜ𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔰𝔬𝔫𝔤

♡ Flesh For Fantasy- Billy Idol 𝄞

[kundere20000000]

Poly!Lost Boys x Fem! Pregnant! Reader

Poly Lost Boys x pregnant!reader

The Lost Boys fall head over heels for the (human) reader…who is already pregnant. 

I wrote this on a whim and think it’s cute! Let me know what you think! This gave my brain a good itch so part two will be coming lol

Warnings: pregnancy, vague mentions of past abuse, David smoking all the time because he’s him

PART TWO HERE

Santa Carla, California was a town unlike anywhere you had been before…but with a nickname like murder capital of the world, you hadn’t really expected it to be normal.

The seaside town was full of colorful people–locals, wanderers, tourists, and, just like you, runaways. It wasn’t a place you ever thought you would be rolling through, but it was the only place you could think of where you could show up and nobody would ask questions about your past.

Plus, the bus fare was cheap and it was sort of all you could afford.

It had been a few nights since you arrived. You already loved the boardwalk, even though you couldn’t really drink anything and you couldn’t really go on the rides, but just walking around and seeing the sights and smelling the smells had you feeling like maybe you could call Santa Carla your new home. Was your motel shitty and cheap? Yes. Were you nervous being out in a new place like that? Also yes. But after everything you had just been through, the lights and the crowds were a welcome change, and there was no way you were going back now.

The aforementioned motel was the sort of place that offered cheap weekly and even monthly rates. While that was perfect for you—and way better than being stuck on the streets—it definitely wasn’t the coziest of places. It sure as hell wasn’t the Ritz. The wallpaper was peeling. The carpet was coming up in the corners and looked like it hadn’t been washed in…well, ever. There wasn’t much in the way of amenities, and you counted yourself lucky to have not run into any trouble so far, especially considering your current state of being, but hey, it would have to do.

It was your third night in Santa Carla, and you had slept the day away. You were fucking exhausted after a long bus ride, hunting for lodgings, and then finally letting all of it catch up to you, but now, it was time to get up and get shit done. As much as you wanted to sit down and cry, it wasn’t an option anymore, and if you didn’t figure out a job situation right fucking now, you and the kiddo didn’t stand much of a chance. 

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Not so smooth anymore

Dwayne x GN! Reader

A/n: Here you go @poubelle-d-elle, here's a little something for awkward/shy Dwayne as I promised😊 Quick note: this is very silly.

Word count: 896

For the first time, Dwayne is not the smooth one in a conversation.

Dwayne was attractive, and he was very much aware of it. He had a nice physique, a handsome face and a pretty smile – it made hunting all the more easy, whether it was for dinner or a companion for the night.

He had game too. He wasn't so heavy-handed with the flirting like Paul, he was much more subtle. A compliment here, a charming look there, and girls and guys and anyone in between were ready to follow him to any secluded spot. Some of them lived to tell their friends in excited whispers about the best night of their lives. Some of them weren't so lucky.

Tonight, he was on the prowl again. It didn't take long to spot someone to his liking. They were a pretty thing with a nice figure and a cool style – or at least as far as he could tell from their back. They were casually leaning on the railing at the edge of the boardwalk, watching the people on the beach down below, occasionally taking sips from their milkshake.

Dwayne walked over with confident strides and joined them. At the movement to their right, they turned to him, and suddenly Dwayne froze.

They were the most attractive person he’s ever seen. Beautiful eyes shining bright under the colorful lights around them, with lips so perfect he wanted to kiss them silly right then and there, their face framed just right with locks of hair he desperately wanted to run his fingers through. And then the corners of their eyes crinkled, their lips turning into a stunning smile with just a hint of mischief.

Just like that, Dwayne was a goner.

“Hi,” you greeted him, and it took him a second to realize you said something; he was too engrossed in admiring you.

“Hey,” he replied just a moment too late not to make it sound awkward.

He noted with surprise that he was panicking. He was desperately looking for something to say, but it was like his brain just shut off. This has never happened before. He was quickly realizing that he was severely out of his depth here. In the end, all he managed was a “You come here often?”

You snorted, and he wanted to slap himself.

“You know, for a guy with your looks, you would think you have more game than that,” you teased, but there was no malice in your voice.

Did you just call him attractive? He had no idea, and he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Even though he messed this up right at the beginning, you were still here, still smiling and talking to him. He took that as a good sign.

“I don’t.”

He stared at you blankly, clearly lost. Your amused smile turned just a bit wider.

“The answer to your question. I don’t come here often. Just moved here in fact.”

Oh, so that’s what you meant. He felt himself becoming more and more flustered.

“Maybe you could show me around sometime.”

Now he understood what it felt like to fall under someone’s charm in just a few seconds. He couldn’t believe his luck. He was fumbling this so hard and you still wanted to meet him again?

He flashed you a smile and tried not to sound too eager as he replied, “Sure, I would like that.”

You fished out a pen from one of your pockets, took one of his hands in yours and started scrawling on the back of it. He had a hard time concentrating on what you were doing, the feeling of your hand against his was sending sparks to his brain.

The moment was over all too soon, and you were already drawing back. Then, with a playful smile and a “Call me”, you were gone, swallowed by the crowd like a beautiful apparition. The whole interaction lasted for only a few minutes. For a second, he couldn’t be sure it even happened, that he didn’t just make you up in his head. But as he finally looked down at his hand, there was your number, and more importantly, your name. He caught himself whispering it out loud, liking the way it sounded on his tongue.

Oh, he was so in love.

Extra:

When he came back to the boys empty handed, a dopey grin on his face, they instantly knew something was going on. David and Paul shared an incredulous look, not used to seeing their friend so out of it. But Marko was all too happy to supply the answers.

“Sure, I would like that. What’s wrong with you, dude? You sounded like a teenage girl with a crush,” he cackled, and Dwayne realized, mortified, that he had witnessed at least part of their interaction.

“What’s up, big man? Someone got you whipped?” Paul joined the teasing.

“Oh he’s whipped alright. You should have seen it, man. All it took was a pretty face and he clammed up so hard. It was kind if pathetic,” Marko added. He still giggled like the little gremlin he is as he dodged the punch throws his way.

At last, Dwayne felt David’s hand come down on his shoulder, and his friend turned to him with an understanding look.

“It’s okay,” he started. Finally some sympathy. “We’ll still like you. Even as a pathetic, lovesick loser.”

He seriously hated these guys sometimes.

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[bella-goths-wife]

Kinktober day 5- daddy kink

Dwayne x reader

Warnings: daddy kink, dumbification, oral (f receiving), praise mixed with degradation, fingering, whiny reader, hair pulling, rewarded pleasure

Content: Dwayne loves to spoil his babydoll

Minors do not interact!

“Oh baby” Dwayne coos from his position between your thighs “so wet for me already”

“Dwayne please” you whine desperately with your hips bucking up when he thumbs the damp patch that was currently growing on your underwear

“I don’t think that’s my name baby” Dwayne chuckles as he stops his thumbs movements “you won’t get anything from me unless you address me properly”

You throw your head back In frustration as you try to meet his fingertips by bucking your hips upwards in a fruitless attempt to gain any pleasure you could.

“Please” you whine again with tears building in your eyes from sexual frustration

“You know what I want baby” Dwayne says with a stricter tone but he still held a smirk of smug satisfaction at your begging

You whine before letting out a childish huff and pouting.

“Daddy please” you beg sweetly and quietly in defeat

“Didn’t catch that sweetheart” Dwayne chuckles cruelly “use your big girl voice”

“Please daddy” you repeat louder with a whiny voice

“Please what?” Dwayne teases with a smug grin

“Your being mean” you huff out with tears in your eyes

“I’m sorry baby” Dwayne coos condescendingly, if he used the same tone outside of the bedroom you were sure you’d probably hit him over the head and give him a scolding “what do you want baby?”

“Your mouth” you whimper out pathetically as you feel Dwayne pull down your panties down and off being getting back into the previous position of between your thighs “want you to use your mouth daddy”

“My mouth?” Dwayne repeats with a chuckle and a raised eyebrow, you nod eagerly in response which only made his smirk grow wider “well since you’ve been such a good girl, I’ll give you a reward”

You want to jump in glee when you feel Dwayne begin to kiss up your bare thighs, nibbling on the fat of the flesh gently but his fangs grazed you as he did so

“Thank you daddy” you say in relief before your eyes closed at the feeling of anticipation grew inside you as you felt Dwayne get closer and closer to your heated core

Dwayne hums in response as he lays one last bite on your thigh before bringing the tip of his tongue to run through your folds teasingly.

You gasp softly at the feeling as your hips buck up which prompts Dwayne to lay your thighs over his shoulders so he could hold your hips down to the bed.

You feel Dwayne lick upwards from your clenching hole to your aching clit and you revel in pleasure his long tongue brings you.

“Fuck, daddy” you moan out as you feel Dwayne swirl his tongue over your aching, puffy clit before enclosing his lips around it and sucking gently “feels s’good”

“Yeah baby?” Dwayne asks with a hum, the vibration of his voice against your bundle of nerves causing blush to build up on your cheeks and for sparks of pleasure run through your body “my cute little whore likes it when I kiss her pretty cunt?”

“Yes, fuck please” you cry out as you feel his long, slender finger prod at your entrance before thrusting inside you “please don’t stop”

Dwayne let’s out a dark laugh as his fingers thrust inside you and his mouth changes from either sucking on your clit or doing circles on it.

Dwayne pulls his fingers out and you whine in protest but he quickly shuts you up when he sends you a dark warning look.

He takes his fingers from inside you and replaces them with his tongue as you feel it push past your clenched hole and inside you.

His fingers instead play with your clit sloppily as they draw quick figure eights into the aching bundle of nerves.

“Yes daddy” you cry out as your hand weaves it’s way into his dark, thick hair before you begin guiding his face by pulling his hair “fuck yes”

Surprisingly, Dwayne let’s you have your money of domination as you practically grind your cunt onto his face.

“M’ close daddy” you whine out pathetically and Dwayne only hums in response, too pussydrunk to give you a structured sentence

“Good girl” Dwayne whispers into your cunt as he returns his finger inside you and his tongue returns to cupping your clit “such a good girl”

“Yes, fuck” you cry out desperately as tears fall freely from your eyes and down your cheeks, making a mess of your mascara “m’ cumming”

“Cum for me baby” Dwayne commands firmly with an air of desperation in his tone “cum for daddy, cum on my tongue”

You moan almost pornographically as your cries of ecstasy echoes through the cave walls and fills the ears of Dwayne who licks up your release eagerly.

Your mind clouds over with ecstasy and your vision goes white while Dwayne lets your twitching, abused clit ride out your aftershocks.

You pant breathlessly as Dwayne removes himself from between your thighs and he presses gentle kisses onto your cheeks

“Did you enjoy your reward baby?” Dwayne asks with a playful tone as he brings your flushed body against his in a tight hold

“More than anything daddy” you say with a giggle as you close your eyes and you lay your head on his chest, you felt yourself relax into his touch

That was until you felt his hardened Cock slap against your thigh and a chuckle from Dwayne reached your ears.

[sad-ghost-of-garbage]

Nicknames with the Lost Boys

Affectionate and Goofy nicknames for and from the boys

Author: SadGhostofGarbage Warnings: this is a crackfic! It’s only semi serious. There is some NSFW headcannons so MDNI!

David:

David’s nicknames for reader: Kitten, Kitty, Kit Cat, Doll face, Beloved, and My Queen (Yes even as a male reader, David believes himself the King so naturally his partner is his other half despite gender. He regards his partner as the chess Queen to his King; here is a lil blurb of how I see the conversation going, the first time it happens.

Male reader x David: “Um David, why did you call me your Queen? I am a whole grown ass man?” “Beloved, you are the most important piece on my chess board, since I'm clearly the King, you are my other half.” The bastard has the audacity to say condescendingly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You do realize that means I should be protecting you right?” That wipes the smirk right off his face, and he narrows his eyes at you. “Absolutely not happening”. He says with teeth grit in a firm line. “You are not putting yourself in any danger ever.” “Then by chess standards that makes you the Queen”. It was your turn for the shit eating grin, the expression on his face was priceless. It is definitely one of your favorite ways to tease him from that moment on. If however it causes you discomfort he will refrain from using it. But that doesn’t mean you can’t still tease him with it. You will be punished accordingly after every instance you jokingly call him “my Queen”, but teasing him is half the fun. Side note, Paul tries to help by suggesting you combine the two, “One of you can be, Quee-ing, and the other can be Ki-een. BOOM! Problem solved, you’re welcome!” Spoiler… It does not solve the problem.

Things that David secretly loves being called, its a “secret” because he “doesn’t do nicknames”: Handsome, Cowboy, My King, My one, My love, basically anything that has a possessive edge implying that David is readers everything (Daddy loves to be needed)

Things reader (and the boys) call him that he “hates”: Daviey (Paul’s go to mostly), Marko calls him Daddy as if he were confessing to a Catholic priest during confession; “Daddy I’ve been naughty” instead of “forgive me father for I have sinned”. Chaos ensues and you will catch David chasing Marko around the cave on multiple occasions for this very reason. David won’t admit out loud that he’s okay with his partner calling him Daddy but he does prefer Sir, but if it revs your engines then he will graciously allow you to call him Daddy. Moral of the story… David is a butthead.

Names David actually hates being called: Baby, And any nickname that is overly obnoxious like : Stud muffin, or Pookie.

Dwayne:

Dwayne’s nicknames for reader; Darling, Sweetheart, Baby/Babygirl/Babyboy (if it is Babyboy, just know Paul is jealous), Mama or Nobi for a non gendered version (of a parental name that both he and Laddie call a parental figure reader), Prince/Princess/Princex

Dwayne’s nicknames from the reader and the boys, they are all fair game for D-man: Papa, Big man, D, Snuggle bear, Big Cat, Baby Daddy

Nicknames that are affectionate when it comes from reader, and jokingly when coming from the boys: Gigantus, Tall Dark and Dracula, Skater boy, Dork

Paul:

Paul’s nicknames for Reader: Sugar, babe, bug, Beautiful/Handsome/Gorgeous, Hot Stuff, My cute lil capri sun! If you're still human. Bit will continue to call you that after you become a vamp as well, he just likes biting. (fun fact I looked up when capri-sun came out, the answer? 1969! its cannon!)

Paul’s nicknames from reader and the boys: Paulie, Puppy, Pretty boy, jellybelly~ Paul got high af and cried because his blood wasn’t jelly bean flavored after he ate 12 bags of them. “I wanna be a jellybean damn it” 😭 NSFW: I saw a post going around about sucking Paul’s dick and my brain went… ah a Paulie pop… and now it lives rent free in my head so have that too

Marko:

Marko’s nicknames for reader: Angel, Dove, Love, precious one, Sunshine, Tesoro / my treasure (if you headcannon him as an Italian, as many do 😉) the Juliet to his Romeo if you're a fem reader (until you point out that Juliet was like 13 and Romeo was 16. And comparing your love to that of children was not as romantic as he assumed it was. Those names quickly get abandoned)

Nicknames for Marko: Cassanova, Italian Stallion, Stud, Angel (the first time reader calls him angel you both argue over who gets to call the other angel, and it ends with an intervention from David. “You are both little devils, you brats!” you both continue to call each other angel, and David continues to call you both little devils.)

Nicknames that will get get you (or the boys) in trouble and not the good kind: Cherub, bird boy.

side note, I'd love to hear what nicknames you guys think the boys like being called and call their partners

Taglist: @ria-coolgirl, @britany1997, @henhouse-horrors. If you want added to my Lost Boys taglist lemme know!

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hey there! So I’ve just recently gotten into Lost Boys, and was wondering if you could write a short where they meet the reader by saving them from the train during the bridge scene? Poor reader is just hanging onto Dwayne for dear life, begging for him not to drop her. And they’re all tryna be funny and make her laugh so she’s less scared. And then they take her home and she’s left flustered cause four hot guys actually talked to her lol.

Our hearts hold you little bat

warning : fluff&comfort, tiny angst, implied flirting

info : Four hot guys that are also vampires what a dream. Happy that you recently gott into tlb. I was very happy writing this for your dear anon. So I hope you like it and have fun reading, everyone else too ;)

masterlist

In a town like Santa Carla, it felt like there were only three things to do. You walked along the beach and swam in the sea, you went to the funfair and listened to music or you simply walked through the town and nature in the hope that something would happen.

But your choice fell into the third category. In a town like Santa Carla, she had visited the beach thousands of times, sunbathed in the water and enjoyed diving, which had only led to a few small fish that got boring after ten times.

The funfair and the concerts that would take place almost every weekend. Even after hundreds of thousands of visits, they were still entertaining and she liked dancing, eating cotton candy and singing with her friends and family.

But everything becomes too much at some point and she found that the night in this city slightly outside where you could have your peace and quiet was so much better. Peace and quiet is good too she thought as she looked up at the moon in the background as she turned to the beach which was still lit up, she could still hear the music, the saxophone being played could still be heard here.

"Like my own background music," she quipped and continued along the path, still old but still in use, it seemed to fit everything here. It was the height of strange people in the city while she also saw herself among them, but what was normal in this city?

She knew that she could get scared just as well as the other young adults, children and teenagers. ,,Not the murder capital of the world for nothing," she muttered as she walked along the path and saw the old bridge that Hlz and metal had seen for decades and probably years.

A beautiful constuction that stood under the stars, a constuction with history. History of the place she was interested in the place she was interested in. But one look at the party on the beach made her realize again that although she was having fun, she hadn't found a boyfriend or a relationship here yet, it wasn't that there weren't any dates but it had never happened in any way. She didn't really know how and the boys didn't want to.

But she shook off the thought, the wood creaked under her shoes, the metal seemed to tense up, but not because of her, was it? Something she didn't think about because the only thing she could never remember was when the train was coming. Running her hands over the railing, she didn't see the figures below her, the four beings, the handsome creatures in the form of four boys.

Enjoying the view, she looked at the beach, the city lights, the stars in the sky and the moon. It was a beautiful moment in the darkness of the evening. But this beautiful moment was interrupted by a fibrillation that brought her out of her thoughts as she looked beside her. ,,Oh shit!" she exclaimed as she caught the light and started to run.

She knew the bridge was long, the wood was rotten, the metal was rusty and the path wouldn't take her home straight away. It was as if, for the first time in this town, she was feeling terrified in the face of death. The pleading and running she could hear the horn, the light coming closer and the rattling of the wheels rumbling in her chest.

,,Come on fuck please just a little more" she mumbled but something inside her told her that she couldn't outrun a train traveling several hours and miles. A cry of fear escaped her as she closed her eyes and realized that she was not going to be caught by the train for a second when she suddenly felt arms around her.

Arms that were under a leather jacket, a dark leather jacket with a leopard on the sleeve and a bare torso underneath. ,,Wh-What?" she mumbled as she realized she wasn't caught in the train. But she screamed when she saw the ground beneath her and clung to someone. A person in the air? Confused, she looked at the man who looked at her with a slightly amused grin.

,,I've got you," he said calmly and she clawed at the scratching post like a cat, but the stranger didn't seem to mind. ,,Oh, Dwayne, don't be so shy... hey, sweetheart, do you have to scare us like that?" she heard a voice and looked carefully beside her, clawing even more at Dwayne, who was still holding her like she was nothing. A blond man flew next to them, long blond voluminous hair and a smile on his lips as he put his hand on hers.

,,You're flying? What-what are you Superman?" she asked, still not understanding what was going on, it was like a shadow the four of them. She had seen these four before on the solid but always just like a shadow. A damn good-looking shadow.

A laugh came from the four of them which made her squirm and she made a startled sound as one flew headlong towards her. ,,Don't hate, just grin I mean look at the view...besides I'm Marko, volumen hair is Paul and there in front is David" said the one with the curly hair and she saw the last of the four. She saw the light blond spiky hair, the leather coat and the glimpses of the cigarette.

,,Marko's right, sweetheart... enjoy this night view until you're back on the ground, don't want it to be uncomfortable," David said and gave her a grin as he joined his group. She tried to concentrate on the view, even though she kept looking back at the four of them.

Marko grinned at her and tried to tell her stories, Paul made bad jokes, David offered her a cigarette every now and then and talked about something, and Dwayne praised her for how well she was doing. The beauty of the creatures no it wasn't true she had seen the pointy fangs. These four beautiful vampires were really the best part of the night.

At some point it was quite nice to see the city from above and especially Dwayne's hands still holding her. She gave the four of them her address as the morning slowly threatened to come again and they flew there.

Luckily for her, she had left her window open because having to explain to her parents why four punky looking boys were standing outside the house was complicated.

,,Here sweetie," said Dwayne, gently helping her through the window as she finally got her feet back on the ground and the four of them hovered in front of her window. It was only now that she realized what had happened that a grin came to her lips and she could barely contain her excitement.

Four handsome vampires had rescued her and flown through the night. that was incredible i mean the train-you vampires...thank you for everything" she thanked the four of them who smiled at her.

,,Oh sweetie you have no idea how good everything will be tomorrow night at the same time" David mumbled and she knew she would be there, knew she was flying with the four of them again. But most of all she knew that there was now a fourth option. To roam the night with the lost boys.

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[kundere20000000]

Dwayne x reader smut pt 1

The Rut (Dwayne x Fem!Reader)

It is finally here! I was actually planning on writing Dwayne's chapter last but so many people wanted his chapter that I couldn't see putting it off lol, As I said before every boy will be getting his own part. (Also since I've been asked, this isn't really a poly relationship series, this is a "only (insert boy) likes reader" kinda thing).

So this series was inspired by @auntvamp 's headcannons about the boys in rut, and when I say that I couldn't help but write this after reading those lol. I'd highly suggest reading that first. I'd also like to thank her from the bottom of my heart for the help, I really wasn't sure how to write Dwayne, like all everyone says is that he is the strong silent type, but I was unsure of how he would be with a mate and she took time out of her day to message me and give me ideas for this chapter 😭 Thank you again for that!❤️

Lastly I'd like to thank @santacarlatourism for their headcanons of each boy's scent on my post

Paul, Marko, David

Word count: 4,097

Pairing: Dwayne x Female Reader

Warnings: THIS STORY IS PURE SMUT!! THAT IS ALL IT IS!! MINORS DNI!!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

"Just don't invite him in"

That's what David had told you when he informed you to stay away from the cave for the next couple of days. You were confused when David had met you at the entrance the night before, you were fully prepared to spend the night at the boardwalk with the boys and your favorite vampire, but David had quickly shot down those plans.

"Wait…A rut? Like how animals have ru-"

"Yes just like that" he told you as he walked you back to your car.

"You see when we go into these we are very dangerous to you, if you were a vampire you would be ok but since you're a human you're far more…"

"Fragile" you finished, the boys had all told you that before, taking it upon themselves to protect you all the time because you were "like a China doll" in Dwayne's words.

"So you understand why it's best if you just stay away for a couple of days" he explained, to which you could only simply nod as you climbed in your car. Your thoughts suddenly taking a turn as you thought of him…they were all extremely attractive…him especially…and you were sure him taking a partner for a quick time was something he had done before…would that happen again? After all, if he was gonna kill them anyways why not? It didn't matter if they were fragile right? But why did that thought make you wanna cry even more in this situation?

"It's not like that" David's voice broke you out of your thoughts and you were unsure if he had read your thoughts or could just read your emotions.

"Go home y/n, don't overthink, you can come back soon" he told you as he shut your car door, watching as you started the car and rolled down the window when he knocked

"And one more thing" he told you while leaning in.

"Just don't invite him in"

So here you were, sitting in your room, listening to music and drawing, wishing you could just go hang out with the boys, you hadn't really realized just how much of a staple in your life they had become until now. Night's seemed boring without them…without him. Sighing you sat your sketchbook down on your nightstand after you realized that in your zoned out state you had successfully sketched what was probably the twentieth picture of him that resided in the book. Stretching, you got up and changed the music, putting on your newest Jimi Hendrix album, you hadn't really listened to him much until Dwayne got you into him, he would always take you aside and let you just relax in his room when the boys got too rowdy, putting a record on and just letting you both drift off into the music. You felt your body sway as All along the watchtower came on, a favorite for both of you, but your body came to a halt when you heard knocking on your window, slowly turning, your breath and heart picking up as David's words rang in your head again.

"Just don't invite him in"

You knew it would be stupid to pretend to not be here, the music was loud enough to alert anyone, and he could, no doubt, smell you.

"You gonna open up Princess?" He asked, his voice calm but you could hear the darker tone and slight gravel, telling you that he was currently vamped out.

"Um…I'm not exactly supposed to" you told him after a moment, listening as a low growl filled the silence.

"I'm guessing David talked to you?"

"Yeah…He said he would be best if I just-"

"Nevermind what he said" he interrupted you, something you weren't used to from him.

"I can explain it all but you gotta let me in Princess" he spoke again after a moment. You knew you shouldn't, you knew you should listen to David and just tell him to leave, but you also knew that out of all of them you always felt the safest with Dwayne, and you believed that even in this state, he wouldn't put you in danger. You slowly made your way over to the window, pulling back the black out curtains and peering out onto the little balcony that was attached. Golden eyes met (e/c) and you quickly took note of him being completely bare on top, usually his jacket gave him some modesty, but tonight it was gone, something that was very unusual.

"Princess" he spoke in a sort of low sigh, like he was beyond relieved just to see you. You opened the window, leaning out to talk to him.

"Dwayne are you sure this is-" but you were quickly cut off by the feeling of his soft lips on yours, the kiss wasn't rough, but firm, like he couldn't release you even if he wanted to and honestly, you didn't want him to. His hands cupped your face, tongue slowly gliding along your lips before he parted them, fangs grazing the soft skin as he consumed your every sense. Your hands gripped his arms, trying to ground yourself but only losing yourself more, you knew Dwayne was fit but you had never gotten a good look, or feel, because of his jacket, but now his warmer than normal flesh under your palms had your mind reeling..As did the smells that seemed to make your head fuzzy, the scent of leather and motor oil that always clung to him, as well as the smell of the ocean air, and the natural musk that you could only describe as him, but now they seemed to be cranked up to a hundred, clouding your thoughts and filling them with him and only him. As if sensing that air was getting limited, you felt him pull away, your own lips chasing his, before you felt him rest his forehead against yours.

"Let me in Princess" he told you, voice deeper but still soft, though you noted the restraint in his tone.

"Dwayne I-"

"I'll explain everything" he told you and you took a moment to get your brain in order, though you found it incredibly difficult.

"Ok"

"I can come inside?" He asked, and you could feel the smile against your lips.

"You can come inside" you repeated, unknowing just how your words affected him.

"I'll remember that" he whispered against your lips, before you were suddenly in your room again, your feet no longer touching the ground as he carried you to your bed, laying you down on the mattress before quickly climbing over you. Your lips reconnected instantly and your hands began exploring his newly exposed skin. You felt his hand leave your face, running down your sides before coming up under your shirt, his other hand quickly joining it as he began lifting the material, only breaking the kiss to quickly remove the offending article before reconnecting his lips to yours. His hands quickly cupped your breasts, claws dragging over your soft skin while he listened to your heart rate pick up, the smell of your arousal becoming stronger and this time it was his head that was becoming fuzzy. His lips left yours, trailing down your neck to mark it, he would make sure that everyone on the boardwalk knew you were his, his human, his girl…His mate. The thought had him slowly grinding down, hips digging into yours as you felt him rubbing against where you needed him. The friction caused a gasp and moan to leave your lips, which you guessed turned him on more because he began to press down harder. You whimpered as his mouth latched onto your nipple, a sound that had him growling. Your hand tangling in his dark locks before gripping slightly, pulling gently, and causing him to reattach his lips to yours, his hands shooting down to quickly take off your bottoms.

"Dwayne" you whimpered, feeling him take off his own pants, full skin on skin contact making you both sigh. You felt his hand slide down your side, fingers ghosting along your thigh before moving up to press against you, you couldn't stop the moan even if you tried, the sudden contact on your heat had you squirming under him, a fact that had him smiling in the kiss. He gently ran his finger along your core, gathering the wetness before rubbing tight slow circles on your clit, making sure to be careful of his claws.

"Fuck" you panted, hips moving up to seek out more pleasure, and you heard him chuckle against your mouth.

"You like that?" He asked, other hand brushing your hair away from your face so he could look down at you, your flushed cheeks, your blown pupils, your chest rising and falling with your quickened breath and rapid heartbeat, you were like a goddess laid out before him, and the only thought that kept running through his head was simply.

'mine'

"Tell me what you want" he breathed against your neck before he returned to marking you, his hand never stopping its movement as you became wetter against his fingers.

"Shit…Dwayne" you whimpered, hands gripping his arms, nails slightly digging in as you rocked your hips in time with his fingers.

"You like this? Like me taking my time with you? Like me making sure you're soaking?" He asked, and honestly you swore you could have cum right there. You had never even thought of him being into dirty talk with as little as he spoke, but having that deep voice whisper such things right against your skin, you couldn't stop the moan even if you tried.

"Fuck…more…please" you begged, watching as he sat back on his knees, smiling down at you, all the while his hand never stopped.

"More? What do you want baby?" He asked, his other hand running along your stomach before coming up to cup your breast, lightly playing with your nipple, just enough to give you slight twinges of pleasure.

"You" you begged, hand grabbing his as you brought it up to your face, gently bringing his thumb into your mouth.

"You gonna take me?" He asked, his hand picking up speed and pressure, watching as your eyes rolled back, your whimper muffled by his finger.

"Gonna take everything I give you?" He added, his own mind starting to picture everything, and he could feel himself starting to lose control again.

"You're gonna know you're mine by the end of the night" he smiled, and watched as your legs locked up, trembling before a louder muffled moan tumbled from you, his hand becoming even wetter as he watched the pure ecstasy wash over you. He worked you through it, only stopping once you removed his finger from your mouth to whimper a please.

"Think you can give me another one Princess?" He asked, body hovering over yours as he kissed your chest, listening to your heart slow down a bit.

"Yes" you panted, hands coming up to cup his face and pull him in for a kiss, you felt his hands grab your thighs as he parted your lips with his, dominating the kiss while he slotted himself between your legs, wrapping them around his waist and slowly grinding into your heat, a feeling that had the both of you moaning.

"You want it?" He asked, looking down at you, golden gaze almost glowing as he watched you.

"Yes" you begged, hips lifting to meet his.

"Tell me" he moaned.

"Fuck I want all of you, please"

"All of me?"

"Yes"

"You'll take everything I give you?"

"Fuck yes!"

"You'll take every drop?" He asked, eyes never leaving yours, but you noted the yearning look in his gaze as he watched you, waiting for your answer.

"Every drop" you panted, listening as a low growl left him, and watching as he slowly dragged his length through your folds, coating himself. You hadn't given much thought to size, but now, looking down and watching him, you were starting to wonder if he would even fit. And as if reading your mind you heard him chuckle.

"I'll go slow" he told you, leaning back over you to capture your lips once more before warning you.

"I'm not sure if I'll be able to stop once I start though" you could only nod, the thought of Dwayne, cool, calm, and collected Dwayne completely losing control during sex made you wetter than you'd care to admit…Though he seemed to have known.

"You like that idea?" He chuckled, taking a deep breath before another low growl rumbled against your chest.

"You smell so fucking good when you get horny" he spoke against your skin.

"W-wait you can-"

"Everytime, everytime you came into the cave after reading one of your little private books," he started, and you felt the smile against your skin.

"Or when I pulled you away from Paul and sat you on my lap" he added, and you knew exactly what he was talking about. You and Paul had been jamming out, dancing like idiots to whatever rock song Paul had put on, you had started feeling a bit tired, and were just about to go sit down when suddenly Dwayne had pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around your middle and pulling you back against him. You had been so flustered and turned on by his strength and had hoped the guys would just read your flushed cheeks and rapid heartbeat as just from dancing…it seems you had been wrong.

"Last chance" he spoke again, pulling you out of your memory, your eyes meeting once more.

"Say no now and I'll leave" but that was the last thing you wanted, you wanted him, all of him, and whatever he would give you. So instead you tangled your hands in his hair and pulled him to you, lips crashing against his and that was the only sign he needed. His hand quickly lined himself up and without a second thought he was slowly sinking into you, groaning as your heat swallowed him. The pace he set was slow but firm, shallow thrusts, like he didn't want to leave your body for too long, and also to make sure he didn't hurt you, he knew he was a lot to handle, he would have to build up to that. Each thrust pulled a moan from you though, a sound he found himself drowning in.

"You like this?" He asked with a smirk as he watched you, your head thrown back and eyes closed, legs tight around his waist.

"Come on Princess, I know you can be louder than that" he groaned, watching as you reached down to grip his arm, your other hand going against the headboard to stop yourself from moving up the bed. He could feel himself getting lost in everything, the sound of your pounding heartbeat, a sound that had his inner beast clawing to get out, the feeling of your skin against his, your breasts pressed against his chest as he put more of his weight against you. The feeling of your heat pulling him in, surrounding him as you only continued to become wetter, which created a whole new sound that had him moaning against your neck. Your bed squeaking with every firm thrust and your moans now a constant, along with whimpers of his name. Your smell was making his head even fuzzier at this point, your natural scent cranked up as sweat began to coat your body from the heat.

"Gonna...Fuck...Gonna fill you up" you heard him groan, feeling him begin to push deeper with every thrust, your body welcoming him, especially when he started hitting that spot inside you.

"Gonna give you…Shit...every last drop" he panted against your skin, growling at the moan you released at the idea, he could smell it, how your body was waiting for what only he could give it.

"You want it?" He asked, listening as your moans pitched in tone, your heartbeat picking up even more, he knew you were getting close.

"Please" you begged, you knew you must have looked and sounded almost pathetic, but at that moment you didn't care, you didn't even know what he was asking, you just wanted anything and everything that he was willing to give you.

"Say you want it…Fuck…Say you'll take it" he groaned, fangs grazing your neck as he thrust forward, completely bottoming out, pulling another moan from the both of you.

"Shit…Say you'll be a good mate and take my child" he growled, and the realization of what he had been asking for hit you, a thought that probably should have made you take a moment, but instead had you locking your legs tighter around him, Fuck you really wanted to give him a child if you could, you had seen him with Laddie, you knew he would be a really good fucking dad. He lifted up, just enough to look you in the eyes, his gaze still a blazing gold but you could see the almost pleading behind the pure primal instinct. Without a second thought you buried your hand in his hair, pulling it as you brought his lips to yours for the third time that night, in a passionate kiss, only stopping to breathe against his lips.

"Put a baby in me"

You feared for a moment that it sounded too funny, your wording, or that he had changed his mind as you felt him slow down, the two of you just staring at one another.

"Say it again" he spoke slowly, sitting back on his knees to look down at you with a look you hadn't seen before, a look of a predator getting its prey exactly where it wanted it.

"Put a..baby in me?" You asked, your tone more a question as you watched a smile slowly spread across his face.

"Yeah?" He asked

"Yeah" you smiled, too distracted with his gaze to realize he was beginning to move again until he thrust forward, dragging another moan from your throat as your head tilted up, eyes rolling back. He didn't let your body move far though, hands holding your hips in a bruising grip, claws slightly breaking the skin and sending tiny shocks of pleasure through your system. His thrusts became quick but firm once more, though in the beginning they were shallow, not wanting to hurt you by having you take too much, now they were deep, his length never leaving your heat for too long as he worked you both towards your highs. The sound of skin on skin echoed in the room, your wetness and moans only adding to the lewd noises that were sending him towards his end. But it was the thought, the promise that had his own eyes rolling back, you were his mate and you were gonna give him something he had wanted for so long. Leaning forward again he kept himself up on one arm, his other still holding your hips.

"Fuck I'm close" he panted, feeling your legs bend higher against his hips, caressing his sides as you opened yourself more for him, drawing him in deeper, allowing him in closer to where he needed to be.

"Me too" you whimpered, nails dragging down his back as you held on.

"Cum for me Princess" he spoke, groaning when you pulled his hair, he could feel the coil in his stomach tightening with every thrust. You felt him bury his face against your neck, tongue dragging along the soft flesh as his hot breaths fanned it, lips caressing it, and fangs lightly dragging along it. You knew what he wanted, and honestly, you did too. Tilting your head to the side you pulled him closer by the hand that was still buried in his dark locks, pressing his face further against your neck and giving him the ok, a sign he only needed to be given once as you felt his fangs pierce the skin. The feeling wasn't uncomfortable, in fact it was the last push you needed to send you over the edge, your legs locking around his waist, one hand digging into his back while the other gripped his hair tighter, eyes closed as a loud moan of his name left you. For him it was much the same, as soon as your blood touched his tongue he was gone, hips speeding up before stuttering as he felt you lock your legs around him, his grip on your hip and sheets tightening while his mouth left your neck, head thrown back as a moan left him, blood covering his lips and chin while he continued to move, continued to to do as he promised and give you every last drop. You felt his hips begin to slow just as your eyes came back into focus, your mind becoming clearer as you came back down from your high. You looked up at him, watching as his eyes were still closed, mouth slightly ajar as quick pants left him, his hips gave small gentle thrusts as he refused to let even a drop leave your body. You watched as he blinked once, twice, before his head lowered, gaze meeting yours and you noted that his golden eyes had lost the red haze they seemed to have had before. You watched as a slow smile graced his face, hand coming down to cup your cheek before bringing your lips to his, the taste of blood on your tongue was a bit odd, but something you could get used to if it meant more kisses from him.

"Thank you" he breathed against your mouth, earning a giggle from you.

"You don't have to thank me Dwayne, I'm your mate after all right?" You smiled, watching as his gaze softened even more before he pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

"My mate"

"I honestly didn't expect you to come here" you spoke after a while, hand running through his hair as he now laid his head on your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat, but your words caused him to tilt his head up towards you, an unspoken question in his eyes.

"David said you all were going through a rut, and to stay away from you all because it was dangerous…even you have stated before how fragile I am" you told him, watching as he leaned up a bit, and whimpering as he shifted inside you, having never pulled out.

"You are," he teased.

"But I wouldn't go anywhere else" he added, making you give him a confused look.

"It's not all of us going through a rut, just me"

"What? Do you all do it at different times or?"

"No. We've only been told about this, but none of us have ever gone through it. We don't go through it unless we find our mate"

"...Wait…Your mate…so that wasn't just…sexy vampire talk?" You asked, a question that caused him to start laughing.

"You find me calling you my mate sexy?" He asked, grinning as he leaned down to kiss the bite mark he left, his hips moving to give a shallow thrust and you realized that he was hard once again.

"Maybe" you giggled.

"Our mates are like the vampire's version of soulmates" he explained, a warm feeling spreading through your body at the information.

"So…I'm your soulmate?" You couldn't help but ask, a dopey grin on your face as he unburied his and met your gaze.

"Yeah, you're my soulmate Princess" he smiled back.

"And with any luck," he spoke with a smirk after a moment, hips gently thrusting, creating a slow steady rhythm.

"We could definitely make sure that takes," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he leaned up on his arms, hovering over you to reach a better angle, one that had him once again hitting that spot inside you.

"Thank you" he told you again with a smile, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

"You're gonna be an amazing dad" you told him once he pulled away, watching the pure joy spread across his face.

"You're gonna be an amazing mom Princess" he told you, kissing you again before leaning back to pick up his pace a bit.

"I think we can fit in a few more rounds before the rut is over" he chuckled, golden eyes seemingly glowing again as he looked down at you, and you realized you were in for a long night.

So there it is ladies! I hope you enjoyed this one, like I said before Dwayne has been hard for me to write since I got into The Lost Boys lol

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Dwayne is a deceptively tender lover. His nonchalant brazenness is merely an aspect of his quieter, more calmer personality in comparison to his crew of extravagant brothers.

His love is quiet, often wordless, yet deep and rooting. He feels and thinks deeply, often he'll lull himself into gazing at you with his dark unblinking eyes. Glinting frightfully yet alluringly, like hot embers backed deep inside his skull, peering through your flesh into your soul. Like he wants to devour you and kiss you at the same time.

The brooding coolness he gives off is only skin-deep. You'll probably never truly grasp how tightly his soul is tethered to yours, but he can only try.

His company is calm and comforting. A husky low voice in your ear, dark eyes pinned to your form wherever you go, and his presence mysterious yet enthralling.

ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

♡ Likes to go on late night walks with you to have deep conversations. He's an excellent listener. Trailing beside you, kicking at sand and seafoam as you talk about something that you find interesting or personal. Carefully listening, scarcely speaking. Attentively drinking in your voice and thoughts beneath the veil of night and starlight. Safe under his watch.

His attention is solely on you. Asking questions with his low husky voice, his expression turning gentle when you answer.

♡ He's a listener, and listens to your workplace gossip and drama contently whilst he works on his bike. Peering up from his maintenance work to flicker his gaze fondly at you, humming intently, making subtle facial expressions when you whisper or giggle out something particularly interesting or juicy.

♡ He let's you touch his hair. He'll let you play with it and style it. Contently enjoying you carding your fingers through his hair as you braid it or tie it back into a loose ponytail. If you give him a sillier hairstyle he'll just look at you fondly and let you play. Just don't be surprised that he took it down later. Gives you an excuse to style it again.

He's settled between your legs on the cave floor, leaning back between your parted thighs. You're settled on one of the old couches made up of torn aged velvet and plush box springs.

Candle light flickers warmly in the darkness, the scent of salt, earth, and musk lingering thickly in the air.

Dwayne's head is tipped back gently in your hands, his eyes shut in silent bliss as you card your fingers through his hair. Lightly scratching at his scalp whilst gathering his long ebony black hair to twist into a loose braid.

"I remember having my hair braided like this. Long ago. By someone important".

Dwayne utters out in a soft purr, tilting his head back in content into your hand, melting against your touch.

His words are a whisper, a memory from far away, one that he hasn't looked back on in years he can't recount. It's sombre. Sincere. Vulnerable.

Lost.

The confession settles in your heart, and a mutual silence settles peacefully between the two of you.

Your palm smooths over his hairline, and he purrs quietly. Dark lashes resting against the skin of his cheeks.

"You're important to me. I hope you know that".

Somber and touched, you tilt his head back so you can kiss his forehead. The corners of his lips tug upwards in a light smile.

His fingers curl around your ankle, stroking it tenderly. Possessively.

Finishing the braid, you tie it with a scrunchie. You manoeuvre it to drape over his shoulder, and his lips find your wrist. Lips tracing the veins, cold calloused fingertips tangle with your own.

"you're important to me too... I've never met someone like...".

"someone like me?". He finishes your sentence, chuckling in a low breathy purr. You flush and nod. Squeezing his thumb.

"I'd hope not sweetheart".

♡ Good at reassuring you. He's level headed and calm, tapped deeply into your emotions.

He's observant and patient, catching the slightest flicker of emotion in your eye or the hesitation before a breath.

He'll hold your hand and whisper words of encouragement and reassurance. Pulling you away somewhere quiet, wordlessly, knowing just by the shared look you have that you need an escape.

♡ Naps with you. If you're staying over in the cave and have stayed up with them all night, he'll happily stay with you in bed. Tucking your head snugly against his chest to settle down for sleep. His arm settled around you, and your fingers tangled loosely in his hair. Humming and breathily singing a song in a language unknown to you, yet intimate and precious to him.

♡ His protectiveness is subtle, yet loud without needing to be spoken.

He ushers you to hide in his shadow or tuck into his side when you look uncomfortable and upset. The brace of muscle beneath leather shielding you. His glare is dead-eyed and unwavering.

"Let's go for a ride". He'll usher, his hand eclipsing yours, guiding you towards his bike whilst glaring deeply at whoever made you feel unsafe. A dark promising look lingering in his gaze, the air tensing around him.

♡ his style of affection is subtle, yet meaningful.

Like letting you lounge against him on the sofa when you're sleepy, tracing the veins on his hand and wrist as you try to stay awake. Lightly squeezing your hand when you yawn against his shoulder, a calloused thumb grazing over your knuckles as he softly breathes against your ear if you want to go to get some sleep. His touch is supportive and sheltering, attentive and watchful.

Or how he hovers from a distance, waiting for you to retreat to him like the tide. Calmly walking close, letting you flutter back to him when you want to. A quiet, supportive hand placed on your lower back whenever you linger over to his side.

Watching you, waiting for you to come to him, a silent call with his eyes. To curl into his lap or seat yourself on his thigh so he can feel you close, thrumming with life and blood and breath. His expression softening and a smile lilting at the corner of his lips in a half smile, flexing his hand at your waist to squeeze and pull you closer. Content.

Happy.

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Of crushes and marshmallows

Dwayne x GN! Reader

A/n: Yes, I know the setup is very similar to Love is in the air, but I couldn't care less lol.

Word count: 938

Prompt: "He's so pretty I think I'm gonna faint."

Dwayne is very pretty in the glow of your campfire, and it messes with your head.

The smell of burnt sugar filled your nose as Paul yelped, then started cursing. He had been working on roasting the perfect marshmallow, carefully keeping watch to make it just right. However, when you looked over, his stick was tipped over, right into the campfire, his marshmallow lying sad and abandoned in between the charred logs. Paul himself was already further down the beach, chasing after a cackling Marko. His shout of “I’ll get you, you little shit” and his brother’s booming laughter flew back to you with the light summer breeze.

You just finished eating your own sweet snack, and thanked the gods – and Marko – for finding packs of marshmallows among the belongings of the unfortunate college guys you fed on for dinner. Ironically enough, they were also camped out around their own fire on the complete other end of the beach. You all figured it would be a shame to let those goodies go to waste. Morally questionable? Absolutely. But morals go out the window the minute you start tearing people’s throats out.

You noticed that the bag you’ve been sharing with Star had run out, so you motioned over to Dwayne. He was sitting across from you on the other side of the fire, the bag of marshmallows between him and David still half full. He took one out and tossed it over the flames, and you grinned as you perfectly caught it with one hand.

“Nice throw,” you commented.

“Nice catch,” he turned it right back at you. You would be lying if you said your stomach didn’t flutter at his words and the half smile that accompanied them. You averted your eyes in embarrassment, and busied yourself with securely putting your marshmallow onto your stick instead.

Yes, you had a massive crush on him. It was an undeniable fact that you tried to suppress as much as possible. You had no idea how it would play out if you confessed to him. If he rejected you, you couldn’t live it down. Not to mention all the teasing you would receive from the boys. So you kept it to yourself, swooning over him in your head like a lovesick teenager.

Paul and Marko returned and started to tell an elaborate story of some guy they saw on the boardwalk the day before as if nothing happened, the whole marshmallow fiasco quickly forgotten. The others watched them with amusement as they played out the whole scenario. Meanwhile, you were watching Dwayne.

The evening breeze caught strands of his hair, swaying them gently, and you felt a sudden need to run your fingers through them to see if they were as soft as you imagined. He looked positively majestic with the warm glow of the flames painting his skin a rich golden hue, their light twinkling in his dark eyes, giving them a playful glint. And then the edges of his lips turned upwards, breaking into a huge smile and laughter filled the air as the others cracked up at something Marko said.

He just so happened to turn to you at that moment, eyes still crinkling at the corners and the air left your lungs as you were struck by his beauty. It was hard to believe someone can be so effortlessly beautiful. You wished you could capture this moment with all of its sounds and smells, so you could come back later and drown in it; with him looking at you like that, all smiles and shining eyes, the echo of his laughter still in your ears.

“Dammit, he’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

It was unconscious. You didn’t even realize you said it out loud until you noticed Star turn to look at you from the corner of your eye. You turned to her, eyes wide when you saw her amused expression. In the next second, her smile turned mischievous. You knew what she was about to do, and you started shaking your head like crazy. Still looking into your eyes, she spoke up loud and clear.

“You know, if you stared at Dwayne any more, I would be concerned for your eyes falling out of your head.”

The silence was deafening. And the more it stretched on, the more you were sweating. In the end it was Paul who broke the tension.

“Finally someone said it! I thought I would go crazy if something didn’t happen soon,” he threw his hands in the air.

“Wait, what? You knew?” You were so surprised, you even forgot to deny it.

“You aren’t exactly subtle,” David commented while taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Yeah, dude, you were practically salivating every time you looked at him. It was pretty obvious,” Marko added and you wanted to die.

Hesitantly, you turned to Dwayne.

“Did you know too?”

He just nodded silently.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I figured you would tell me when you’re ready.” His eyes were so soft as he looked at you. It warmed your heart, and your embarrassment slowly started to die down.

“So, what now?” you asked.

A smile grew on his lips that was definitely flirtatious.

“We can start with you coming closer,” he said and patted the sand beside him.

You face felt hot as you gaped at him for a moment before getting up and plotting yourself down next to him. Dwayne immediately threw an arm over your shoulder, bringing you to his side and it just felt right. You couldn’t wash the dopey grin off your face for the rest of the evening, not even when Marko shouted at you two to get a room.

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Poly!Lost Boys x GN Reader x Michael

Summary: Michael and Reader continue their argument off the boardwalk for some privacy. Michael tries his best to explain, but it’s Michael so you can imagine how well that goes. Interrupting vampires say wha-?

Two's Company - What The Hell Is Six? Part 2

Poly!Lost Boys x GN Reader x Michael

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Summary: Michael and Reader continue their argument off the boardwalk for some privacy. Michael tries his best to explain, but it’s Michael so you can imagine how well that goes. Interrupting vampires say wha-?

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: angst, arguments, cursing, lil rough grabbing of reader, blatant disregard/disrespect for readers own opinions (looking at you marko), vampires and their isms.

Hello all! I'd like to start by saying thank you so so SO much for all the love and support I received on part 1. I truly was not expecting that and it warmed my heart and made me so happy to know you enjoyed it! I love you all and hope you like part 2!!

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Our? I barely had time to register or retort back at the presumptuous claim before Michael grabbed my hand and stormed off to the beach, steam basically pouring out of his ears.

“Michael slow down, you’re going to rip my arm out of its socket!” I screeched trying to gain his attention, to no avail. He just kept speed walking his way down the stairs of the boardwalk till our feet hit the sand, his pace nearly causing me to stumble.

He made a hard right and pulled us both underneath the boardwalk. Now far from the people above and the drunken beach goers littered around campfires producing noisy chatter and blasting music. We’re shrouded in almost complete darkness with the faint lights from the busy stalls and flashy rides peaking through the wooden slats high up.

The tension in the air still lingers from before. To his credit, he does try to calm the heaviness we’re both feeling, albeit for different reasons, as he stops walking to face me and rubs his hands up and down my arms. It’s nice, reassuring even. But I won’t let it deter me. I won’t fall for those deep brown eyes that can suck you in so easily with a simple look and a slight tilt of the head that make him seem remarkably innocent and angelic. Like anything he does couldn’t possibly be from any fault of his own. No matter how much I want to give in and let any number of the excuses he’s already fed me slip past his lips and wrap my mind in a warm blanket of faux vindication.

I can’t, I won’t. My mind slips back to the look of sorrow on Lucy’s face earlier today. The fear I saw as the first few tears pricked her eyes before being pooled together with the back of her palm, an attempt to recollect her fading front of the strong, single mother she was recently thrust into. The utter confusion of what was happening to her eldest child paired with the obvious frustration of helplessness she exuded while I grabbed her shaking palms in encouragement and solidarity. Silently telling her she wasn’t alone, we would be navigating through unknown territory together. Vowing to come out the other side unscathed and bring our former Michael back with us.

I won’t fold or be persuaded by pretty words and empty promises of ‘I’ll do better’ or ‘I’m not acting different, the move has us all stressed out that’s all it is’ and one of the more recent, harsher comments like ‘I’m too busy to talk right now and I can’t deal with this, geez, cool it with the paranoia’.

I’m pulled back to the present when he finally starts talking. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” as I’m pulled a little closer, strong calloused hands still soothing my upper arms. Chest rising and falling as he takes in the air around us in deep breaths. A look of calm starts to encompass his visage, like one would do after smelling their favorite scent for the first time in a long time.

“So you’ve said.” I can’t help but throw a little more lip his way.

“You weren’t paranoid when you tried to call me out all those times. I’ve been a complete ass to everyone- to you.” He admits more willingly than before. I finally see a sliver of truth after weeks of the exact opposite. “Something happened to me…something I’m still trying to figure out. I couldn’t tell you, I didn’t want to, I was scared you’d be in danger. Of what they might do if you knew.” His eyes speak volumes over the vagueness of his speech. The same fear so recently shown to me mere hours ago is mirrored within his own.

Reaching out to cup his check in my palm, I implore him to continue. Beg him to fully tear down the wall hiding the truth, after the initial crack in its foundation. “Michael, whatever it is, whatever you got yourself into - let me help you. We’ll figure it out together, like we always do.” Affection passes through the heady mix of emotions swirling around his face as he leans into my touch. Showing that’s all he needed to hear from me he shuts his eyes for a second and nods his head yes, signaling to the both of us that he’s ready. Ready to let me in once more, ready for my reaction, ready to let me help him, ready to obliterate that damned wall he’ll never have to put up again.

“Those guys from the boardwalk, they’re not normal. The first time we hung out they brought me back to their place, a cave at Hudson's Bluff. The whole time going back and forth between fucking with me and making me feel like I could be one of them, like I belonged. After a while they offered me wine, told me to drink and I actually would be one of them. It’s like they were offering me something no one else could. So I did and ever since then I…” He exhausts, pausing for just a moment to squeeze his hands on my arm and hip grounding himself.

“Baby.” whining slightly before continuing. “It wasn’t wine that they gave me…it was blood, David’s blood. They’re vampires and they turned me into one. Told me I’m only a half and to complete the transition I have to make my first kill.”

I’m unmoving, shocked at the words revealed to me with a sigh from his lips and the weight lifted from his shoulders. There’s really only one thing I can think to say though.

“How fucking stupid do you think I am?” I quickly admonish him, a look of worry in response to my vehemence as he realizes I didn’t believe his tall tale. After thinking I finally got through to him I can’t believe he’d try to pull something so unbelievably stupid as this. I’m half expecting him to start laughing and saying ‘got you babe’ like i’m just some big joke to him.

“I’m telling the truth I swear on everyth-”

“No Michael I’ve had it I’m so done!” I scream in his face trying to rip myself from his grip, but he doesn’t let up. His hold only grew tighter in a panic to keep me still. “Let.Me.Go. Now.” I try again pulling and thrashing but it’s like he’s suddenly gained the strength of a hundred men and I can’t seem to move either of us to get away.

He suddenly grabs my face forcing me to look at him and whispers with all sincerity “I didn’t want to do this, I’m so sorry but you have to believe me. Please don’t be scared.” Faster than my brain can comprehend, he shifts. His face morphs into something I’ve only ever seen in movies or the occasional nightmare. The bones within his face move beneath the skin, forehead protruding past its normal position as his eyebrows are suddenly gone from sight, glowing yellow eyes stare back into my own, long and sharp looking fangs poke out just over his bottom lip begging to pierce through skin.

“Oh my god” is all I can seem to whimper out from what I just witnessed. How is this possible? This can’t be real. Suddenly very aware of myself I freeze in his hold, breathing no longer a concept I’m familiar with. That’s when he bolts into action as he hears my heart pounding within my restricted torso.

“It’s okay please please don’t be scared, I’m not going to hurt you I’d never ever hurt you my love.” Michael professes as he slightly releases the hold around my waist with one arm and completely lets go of my face only to slide down towards the middle of my back with the other.

Before a response can be given by either of us, we’re no longer alone. Peaking over Michael’s shoulder, just behind him stands the four boys from before staring, if it weren’t for the cherry red glow of the end of a cigarette I probably wouldn’t have seen them. Michael bristles though, like he knows they’re there without having heard or turned around to see, maybe he somehow does know. As if he can sense things in a way I can’t or anyone else for that matter.

“Michaelllll” David tauntingly says. Finishing off the cigarette before he flicks it from his grasp landing with a silent thud somewhere in the sand, smirking towards our entangled form. “You’re not speaking ill of me and my boys are you?” He goads through that final puff of smoke. With all eyes on me, now knowing what they are, what they did to my Michael, a wave of dizziness rolls over my body and I’m forced to release the air I've been holding in so as to not pass out. 

“Let’s not start throwing out accusations, you willingly drank, accepted our offer. Pointing fingers doesn’t change that. Trying to make us look like the bad guys to keep them away? It won’t work. You’ll have to learn how to share, like a good boy.” 

With a deep grunt of frustration from the boy in front of me, my back is suddenly pushed into a wooden pillar, not enough to hurt but still able to pull a gasp from deep within my chest.

“They’re MINE!” Michael seethed at the four. His large hands held on either side of my head taking in deep pants from my neck. Still behind Michael but now closer than they were before the rest of them seem to go a bit rigid. The tallest of them continues to walk further towards us, an unreadable expression plastered on his face that I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of, yet it seems to be glued on the looming figure above my own and in turn me.

“Dwayne” David stops him in his tracks just before he can reach out and touch. “Don’t worry, Michael won’t hurt them, at least not on purpose or on our watch. He’s freshly turned so even the bond between mates can’t overpower that insatiable need to hunt, to feed that we all have at the beginning if provoked far enough that is. Which is why it’d be in your best interest to stick with us Michael. You’ll need to learn how to control your urges, with a little time and a healthy diet you’ll be just like us.” He clarified, more so for Michaels and my own benefit rather than any of theirs it seems.

I glanced their way, still wanting any information they’d be willing to provide. I’m only able to stutter out “M-Mates?” I see varying degrees of smirks and giddy smiles from them at my sudden curiosity. 

Dwayne speaks up first as his attention turns solely onto me with a much softer look than before. “Vampires have mates, they're like soulmates. People destined to be together, mind, body, and soul. They fully complete each other.” Almost cooing the new information my way. 

“Alright cheeseball, way to lay it on thick.” Paul piped up with a laugh towards the boy as he walked over to sling his arm around his shoulders. Tacking on “but it’s true” throwing a wink and a few eyebrow waggles suggestively. 

“Michael is your mate.” David affirmed before Marko readily finished “and you're ours.” Gloved thumb shoved between his teeth covering a sly smirk on that contrasting angelic face he adorns. 

Fluttering my gaze back to the boy in front of me, I see his features have gone back to normal. No more teeth or glowing eyes from him. Sharing a confused look I realize he’s also been left in the dark on all of this as well. 

Michael turns around to face the group for the first time since the initial intrusion. Chest puffed up and eyes blazing into David, “No.” is all that falls flatly from him.

David lifts a single brow in retort. “You can’t argue with fate Michael. You may not like it but there’s nothing you can do about it and now that we’ve all had the pleasure of meeting we aren’t letting them go.” 

“You aren’t letting me go?” my voice dripping with sarcasm and incredulity while mimicking his previous words back to him. 

Regaining all the confidence I had from earlier I feel annoyance and anger start to bubble up inside. I still have no idea who these guys really are, besides their names and the fact that they’re actual, literal, real-life vampires! They have no right to make demands of Michael or I. No ground to stand on in my book - no matter the ‘supernatural claim’ they apparently have over me. Fuck this, fuck all of this. 

“Does anybody care what I think?” the words tumble from my mouth with a scoff of disbelief. I step out from behind Michaels protective guard towards his left side so I can see them all clearly. Not hiding the disdain I feel towards the situation - towards them. Unwavering defiance on full display while crossing my arms over my chest. “Since you’re talking about me like I’m not even here and don’t have a say in what happens, I thought I’d ask.” Glancing around for their reactions. Dwayne sort of cringing as the words resonate with him. Realizing how this all must sound from my perspective. Paul shooting looks at the others like he’s silently asking any one of them to ‘speak the fuck up - I got nothing’. David, still as calm as he has been the entire time, doesn't let on to what he’s thinking, just a small held tilt while holding my gaze like he’s studying me.

“Course we care sweetheart.” Marko says honestly, though not seeming all that apologetic. “Though let’s be real, we can keep up the back and forth all night long, but at the end of the day the outcome’s still the same. You belong to us, all of us…including Michael.” Emphasizing his name with an exaggerated eye roll.

“I don’t belong to anyone.” protested through gritted teeth. 

“Sorry to burst your bubble but you do.” He counters back. His fingerless gloved hands starting to get a little twitchy.

“I’m with Michael by choice, not because he claimed me as some prize or declared some weird, forced...vampy ownership over me.” Finding myself getting twitchy as we both refused to give in.

Marko's eyes quickly flash that same vibrant yellow as Michaels. But they’re gone just as suddenly. He clearly isn’t used to not getting what he wants.

Michael sticks his arm out in front of me as a barrier between the curly haired blonde and I. David fixes him with a look I can only assume is a warning to stand down.

David resumes the reigns by steering the conversation himself. “I would have worded it differently, but Marko is essentially right. We don’t want to force you into anything, so give us a chance to prove ourselves.”

Michael answers before I can with a quick “prove yourselves? what’s that supposed to mean?” My thoughts exactly. I take hold of the arm he’s outstretched and intertwine our fingers, with a small squeeze for comfort.

Ever the quick thinker, so I’m learning, I can briefly see the gears turning in Davids mind on how to ease the atmosphere and remedy the small tiff Marko brought on, before he’s already producing a solution like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Let us take you on a…date. Get to know us without all the hearsay.”

For what seems like the thousandth time this evening Michael and I are shocked by the response. And then my brain starts jumping from one idea to the next at a million miles an hour. Thinking, analyzing, cursing over all that’s happened since I initially stepped foot on the boardwalk and up until this very moment.

I’ve never been the type of person to back down when it comes to the one’s I care about most. I would do whatever it takes, throw caution to the wind and deal with the repercussions later if it meant I could alleviate how devastating the world can make us feel sometimes.

Without fully contemplating the gravity of the situation and, regretfully, without the chance to discuss it first with Michael, I can’t seem to bite my tongue before the answer comes seemingly out of nowhere.

“Okay…I’ll do it.”

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[tac-the-unseen]

Things they only let you do

Micheal Myers:

•Exist next to him unharmed

-Lets be honest, that is a privilege only you get

-The fact you and only you can co-inhabit with the boogeyman is something nobody but Michael can figure out, and for the record, he can’t

-Not a moment goes by that police teams, doctors, and the general public doesn't wonder how on earth you managed to get a deranged serial killer to become your personal pillow. 

•Watching him sleep

-Micheal rarely sleeps, so when he does he expects you to be looking out for him. He trusts nobody else like that.

-He does the same thing for you every night, so he sees it as returning the favor 

-You know better than to play any tricks on him (lest you be stabbed to death) (Of course he sleeps armed, do you take him for a fool?)

•Harm him

-While this sounds odd, it makes sense 

-He simply doesn't view you as a threat. So even if you do end up hurting him, i.e bitting, scratching, hitting, kicking, or use a weapon against him, He doesn't care much

-Unfortunately he seems to enjoy your company and affection. That coupled with his regenerative properties it really doesn't matter what you do 

-IF it gets that bad, It's not like you'll be a difficult enemy. You'd simply just be another body 

Bo Sinclair:

•Yelling at him

-He will yell back, but if anyone else yelled at him they'd get a right hook to the jaw

-He doesn't even let his brother ‘disrespect’ him like that

-He not used to affection of really only kind (other than sexual) so sometimes Screaming matches are his love language

•Being affectionate (in any way)

-Again, he's not used to it. He finds it uncomfortable even though he knows he shouldn't.

-He also knows he's the odd one out when it comes to affection. Because of this he doesn't stop you from hugging, kissing, for simply holding his hand like he might of for past partners

-Him not pushing away is a big deal, mostly for him

•Messing up his work area 

-Anyone else fucked with his tools they'll get an ear full

-You mess with his tools might earn you a hard sigh and told to not do it again 

-Might yell at you but that's really the most he's doing

Hannibal Lecter:

•Not counting Will, being rude

-He has a type, and that type is mentally ill and wants to make that everybody’s problem 

-Loves watching you cuss somebody out after they themselves are rude. 

-Gets actual goosebumps while you glare at him for tricking others into his dinner plans 

•Complain about his food

-He is always trying to impress you with food

-The thing is, that sardine jelly is just plain NASTY 

-He lets you get away with it because he wants to make sure your well fed at all time (He just really wants praise and approval) 

-If you don't want to dine on the guest Hannibal understands and lets you pass without any passive aggressiveness (If you DO choose to carry on with dinner he cannot stop looking at you. Like full on heart eyes kind of look)

•Let you win

-Hannibal has a superiority complex. been there, knew that. He never lets anyone one up him, no matter the cost. 

-You are the only exception! Not even Will can get an actual victory. 

-He'll let you win in both large and small scale scenarios. That's not to say he won't try to win, but if he loses fairly he'll let it rest there (for the most part)

The Lost Boys:

•Touch their Motorcycles 

-Not one, not Max, Star, or Laddie can touch their bikes without permission first. 

-1) because it's how they get around the human way, and 2) They take great pride and care for the damn things

-You are the only person allowed to sit, lean, lay, or whatever on their bikes. They even teach you how to care for them properly just so you can look after them in their absence.

-You looking after their bikes is their equivalent to a girl handing her drink to someone in a bar. They will bark at someone over your drink and they expect you to bark over their bikes. 

•Touch the Nest(s)

-They built you a nest deep in the cave and there are so many rules involving said nest. One of those rules being that you HAVE to be invited to enter the nest.

-They already had a nest made but when you became mates with them, they had to redo the whole thing for you. This process takes hours and sometimes days to complete, So in the meantime they invited you into their old nest before building you a new one. 

-They all cuddled around you while telling you the importance and rules of the nesting process. When you get into the more personal questions (What Nests meant to them then, now, and later) they told you that besides themselves, you are the only person to ever be in the nest. 

•Call them ridiculous pet names

-Paul and you thought it would be funny to make up horrendous nickname for everyone

-David became Fee Fee the Ferocious, Sugar pie, Bimbo doll, Fossil fuel, and Wet sock

-Dwanye became Pookie bear, Cowboy, Sky Scraper, Princess, and Cum stain

-Paul became Big ol’ dog, Smoochie poo, Boo Boo Bear, Dolly, and penis fly trap

-Marko became stinky little guy, Lollipop, Sexy Thang, 2% Milk, and Armrest

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[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Imagine how frustrating it must be for the boys if they had an s/o who just shrugs things off and accepts every weird little thing as if it's the most normal thing in the world.

David: we can't really go out in the sun.

S/o: I get it, I burn quickly too.

Paul: yeah, no we have this thing about blood.

S/o: a thing as in you faint or a thing as in you think it's sort of pretty in a weird way? Because I get that.

S/o: it's actually brilliant to sleep during the day in summer. The cave is nice and cold, and you can do whatever you wanted to do at night when it's way more comfortable.

Marko: yeah - yeah, that's exactly why we sleep during the day?

Dwayne: we'll see you later, we got to feed.

S/o: sure, can you bring a milkshake back for me?

Dwayne: sure

The boys: so you do realise we're vampires right?

S/o: what the fuck?

[redamancy-writes]

The Lost Boys (1987) x Gender Neutral! Reader - Blanket Thief

Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987 Pairing- Poly! Lost Boys x GN! Reader Title- Ticklish

“You’re stealing the blanket,” your voice was thick with sleep as your face twisted into a grimace, goosebumps rising on your arms as the chilled salty scented air wafted into the cave from above. It must’ve only been noon, you concluded as you twisted your body to try and grab onto the blanket. You could easily get up and open the trunk that lay at the end of Marko’s bed, filled with quilts, throw blankets, shawls, and scraps of fabric for his never-ending jacket-making project but your body was so heavy with sleep, it seemed impossible. 

“Am not,” Marko murmured, lips pulled into a pout as he continued tugging. “You have too much blanket,” You didn’t have to see him to know his eyebrows were scrunched in annoyance, cheek squished against Paul’s chest and his mouth was partly open from sleep, fangs peeking out between his pillow-soft lips. 

“You don’t even get cold!” you whined, now more awake than before. Your eyelids fighting you as you opened them to see the situation that lay before you. 

“It’s not me stealing the blanket,” you pointed out, eyes narrowing at David who lay sleeping between you, somehow spinning the blanket around him like a burrito, effectively tugging both sides away from you and Marko. He looked peaceful, a soft expression on his face as he cocooned himself. 

“Calm, baby,” Dwayne didn’t even utter a full sentence, saying just enough for you to get the gist as he pulled you flush to his chest, the warmth radiating from his being instantly pacifying you as you turned to bury your face in his neck. “Relax,” He murmured, voice deep and raspy with just having woken up to the two of you bickering. 

The bed creaked as Dwayne rolled backward, a slow and careful movement as to not send the two of you sliding off of Marko’s bed while reaching his arm down to grab one of the throw blankets that slid off sometime as you all slept. He flung it over the five of you, deeply sighing through his nostrils as he got comfortable once again, rubbing circles on your spine. 

David rolled, and a part of you briefly feared he woke up, body tensing as he shuffled around to spoon Marko. 

“Thank you,” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his jaw as Marko raised his head just slightly to be seen over David’s shoulder. “Thank you Dwayney.”

Dwayne simply flipped the other off halfheartedly, too tired to cause a big fuss over the nickname. As Marko let out a sleepy giggle, Dwayne couldn’t help the grin that spread across his cheeks.

“Love you,” Marko murmured, burrowing more into Paul’s chest. 

“Love you too,” Dwayne breathed out as he scooched you two closer to David, the group’s warmth now lulling you back to sleep as your eyelids slipped shut once more. 

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