#and dwaynes not on a motorcycle

[kitkatdoodlez]

POV you’re Michael

[britany1997]

Let’s Motor

I genuinely wasn’t expecting the response to Rev Your Engines that I got, I was feeling very insecure about my writing when I posted it and I’m crying that y’all loved it so much😭 (read part one here)

I’ve also decided on subsequent fics to indicate when I won’t be writing any more parts, so this will be the final part to this series:) hope y’all love it!

Pre-read by my motorcycle expert adopted brother @pixielostboy 🥰

Poly! Lost boys x GN motor expert reader

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You rolled out from under your 1953 Buick wildcat, smearing your hand across your face as you attempted to wipe it clean of oil.

When you’d finished your shift for the night, your boss was kind enough to let you use the shop’s tools to fix up your own ride.

The tune ups were going well, but you still took your Harley to work instead, hopeful you’d run into the strange group of rockers from a few days ago.

You checked your watch and sighed. Lately you’d tended to drag your feet, just in case the biker boys did drop by, but after days of waiting, you’d finally decided they weren’t coming.

That is until you heard the familiar mumbling of four motors pulling up behind you. You chuckled to yourself as you pulled a bandana from your back pocket to wipe your brow and turned around.

Your face fell as you realized the sight in front of you was not the four weirdos you were hoping to meet again, but another group of leather clad bikers.

You sighed and turned back to pack up your things.

“Expectin’ someone?”

You whipped your head around to lock eyes with a smirking Paul, leaning against a broken down truck one of your coworkers had been fixing up.

“Hello again,” you raised an eyebrow as you wiped down your tools, “where ya been?”

“Been busy sugar,” he explained, “didn’t mean we didn’t wanna come.”

Your lips turned up against your will as you shrugged in reply, “maybe I wanted to see you guys too.”

Paul’s face lit up at your words.

“Why didn’t I hear your bike pull up?” you asked.

“Got one of those silent mufflers, bike don’t make a sound,” he told you.

Your brow furrowed in confusion. Silent mufflers? “What?”

“Kidding babe, just didn’t wanna move the bikes from the boardwalk, I uh walked over.”

You scoffed, “isn’t it like a five mile walk?”

Paul rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “yeah I uh, I walk fast.”

You snorted, “whatever Paulie, you want a ride back on my bike?”

“Yes please,” he sing-songed as he practically skipped over to your side.

You mounted your Harley before Paul slid in behind you. “Hold on tight yeah?” you told him.

“Don’t gotta tell me twice sugar,” he said as his arms slid around your middle. He squeezed your sides gently causing you to flinch.

“Maybe not that tight,” you laughed.

Paul moved his hands to rest on your hips as you nudged up your kickstand with your heel before reving your engine and taking off down the road.

The short drive to the boardwalk gave Paul’s hands many opportunities to wander from your hips, but luckily for him you didn’t mind too much.

You parked your bike to the side of Max’s video as both you and Paul slid off and walked toward the three other boys loitering near the pier.

“Well, well, well,” David smirked as he took a drag, “just couldn’t stay away could ya?”

You scoffed in mock offense, “excuse me, but this one,” you jerked your thumb towards Paul, “tracked me down at work for you idiots.”

David threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out, “maybe we needed you to fix up one of our bikes again.”

You snorted, “they look fine to me.”

Dwayne rolled his eyes, “sorry about him, we really did just want to see you.”

You blushed as your gaze fell to the gorgeous brunette man’s shoes, “I kinda wanted to see you guys again too.”

“Wanna race?” Marko blurted out, bouncing on his heels in excitement.

Your head snapped up, “race? Race where?” you asked.

“Hudson’s bluff,” David spoke up, “you know it?”

“Yeah I know it,” you paused for a second, “what does the winner get?”

“A kiss from you,” Paul said smirking, as he leaned an elbow on your shoulder.

You rolled your shoulder, causing his elbow to slide right off you, “and what do I get if I win?” you asked.

“Four kisses,” Paul winked.

You rolled your eyes, “if I win I want…” you trailed off as you thought to yourself.

A lightbulb went off in your head, “I want that,” you decided as you pointed at David’s long black trenchcoat.

David’s jaw dropped, not usually one to be caught off guard, “…you want my coat?”

He regained his senses, “absolutely not, no.”

You pouted in mock sympathy, “scared you’re gonna lose Davey?”

He scoffed, “never.”

You shrugged, “then you’ve got nothing to worry about right?”

David bit his lip and weighed his options. There were four of them and only one of you. How could one little human beat four vicious vampires? You didn’t stand a chance.

David smirked and stuck out his hand, “deal.”

You smiled as you shook his hand, “alright then.”

It didn’t take the five of you long to clamor onto your bikes and line up parallel to each other.

“You’re going down,” Marko whispered from the left of you as Dwayne counted down.

You smirked, “we’ll see.”

As soon as Dwayne bellowed “go,” you were off.

You whipped through the beach, kicking up sand as you rode and making a mental note to clean your wheels later. Paul and David had an early lead, with you and Marko not far behind.

Dwayne trailed behind the four of you, but you suspected it wasn’t for lack of ability but more to teach David a lesson. Either way, you appreciated it.

As you turned off into the forest you pulled past Paul, flicking a wave in his direction as you left him in the dust. You smiled as you heard a soft gasp behind you from the shocked blond boy.

You leaned forward, your brow furrowing as you accelerated until you were neck and neck with David.

“Give up? You could still keep your coat,” you taunted him, keeping your eyes trained on the road.

“Not on your life.” he spit through gritted teeth.

“Suit yourself,” you replied as you pushed forward on the throttle, weaving in front of David and pulling up at the edge of the cliff.

David pulled to a stop in disbelief, “you…how did you…” he sputtered as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.

You smiled, “increased the size of my rear sprocket by two teeth awhile back, helps the bike accelerate quicker,” you explained.

“Why didn’t you say anything babe?” Paul inquired as he parked next to the two of you.

You shrugged, “you never asked,”

“Pretty smart if you ask me,” Marko admitted as he joined as well, “I woulda done that too.”

“Looks like you’ve got a jacket to hand over huh David?” Dwayne teased as he came around to David’s side, playing with the hem of the coat.

David’s face flushed red as he realized. He moved to take the coat off when you stopped him, placing a hand on his.

“No need,” you assured him, “the look on your face is a good enough prize for me.”

David grumbled as the other boys dissolved into fits of laughter.

“You’re a good time babe,” Paul nudged you with his elbow, “we live just down there if you’d like to come in for a drink,” he offered smoothly as the others exchanged knowing glances.

“Sure,” you smiled, “I could go for a drink.”

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[popironrye]

Biker Boys

Lost Boys Motorcycle Action! Just a few of my favorite scenes with the boys leaving on their bikes. <3

What made me want to do this became one of my favorites. When they leave Max's video store.

They make stiffing Michael look so dang good.

Start of a beach bike race? Yes please!

Idk why, but them jumping from the stairs makes my stomach drop every time. I'd never wanted to be a fictional character more than Star hanging off David in this scene. <3

The whole race scene is so damn good.

[vintageleathersblog]

[nakeddeparture]

He was adopted - A short story about the life of Dwayne Errol Whittaker - Family Notices - Barbados.

https://youtu.be/X1r_TuWWMKg

Bad blood and high emotions accompany Dwayne’s farewell from the earth. He is the poster child for unplanned pregnancies. Have your say. Naked!!

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[sunkendreams]

Dwayne or David facesitting. Period. Like, vampires don't need to breathe! Hell, let em stay down there for hours. Also, am I too gross or crazy to think about having fun during that time of the month? 🩸

blood moon.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. | dwayne (the lost boys) x fem!reader

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓. | drabble — requested.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. | 3.7K.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. | SMUT (mdni), dubious consent (mild coercion) cunnilingus, oral sex (f!receiving), reader is on their period, bloodplay (lots of it, he’s a vampire), facesitting, biting, hair-pulling, pet names (mama, girl, sweet girl), dwayne is hungry and he’s nasty, kissing, vampire antics, possessive dwayne, Dwayne is a little selfish in this

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. | wow ,,, a fic three days in a row ??? you can tell I’m hyperfixated because I’ll produce a ton of content very rapidly. Also, I love dwayne so much, he’s my daddy. ALSO — please keep sending me horny requests for the lost boys, I’m being fed !!! also, hello to all of my new followers & tlb fellows :)) love y’all and hope you enjoy!

A blood moon — it was a humorous term that your mother used to use for your menstrual cycle, something that you’d grown to despise with every fiber of your being. It was another unfortunate shackle of humanity, a reminder that you were still flesh and blood. Whenever your time of the month came about, you were always tempted to beg David for a sip of that forbidden wine.

The oppressive heat of the cavernous labyrinth that the boys dwelled within had felt somewhat comforting to you as you curled up on Dwayne’s makeshift bed, form contorted into the fetal position. A slow, agonizing pain spread throughout your lower abdomen, making your muscles feel weak and useless.

Sunset was just upon the horizon as you struggled to endure the suffering that you were forced into with each passing month. The mattress felt cool and smooth underneath your cheek, having abandoned the scattered pillows in favor of awaiting your demise. You wanted to sob, biting at the inside of your cheek, teeth scraping against flesh as your fists balled into the blanket.

Everything hurt — what began as a dull ache soon manifested into a pain that gripped your entire body. Your back was sore, head throbbing, and your insides felt as if they were being stirred around by the hand of another. You clenched your teeth, not wanting to move from your spot, anchored to your slice of space.

Once dusk fell, the vampires you’d been living with came to life, no longer hanging from the rafters of some dark, damp alcove. You could heat Marko and Paul’s guffaws and laughter, accompanied by David’s stern, tempered remarks. It all served as idle background noise, prompting you to close your eyes.

The noise dissipated — it was too quick for your liking. Silence settled in, save for the faint rustling of ambience within the cave, combined with something rattling around out in the remnants of the old lobby.

As much as you didn’t want to move, you sluggishly rolled out of bed, discomforted by the sensation of sloshing liquid rushing between your legs. It was the worst part of your cycle — the unpleasant sensations, the feeling of being wholly unclean. You draped a blanket around you, hobbling from Dwayne’s roost.

Strong, veined hands were buried within the grease-laden guts of a motorcycle, dismantling a variety of components. The vehicle was partially dismantled, stripped down to the metal underbelly. Dwayne’s dark tresses were disheveled from slumber, parts of scrap scattered around him. An elongated, metal screw was lodged between his teeth as he concentrated on his work.

He could smell you long before you’d crept into the lobby, but he hadn’t expected to see you in such a downtrodden state. Dwayne was often respectful of your space, especially during your cycle. It wasn’t something he would ever endure, but watching you writhe and suffer wasn’t entirely enjoyable, either.

“Dwayne?” You croaked, awkwardly shuffling across outcroppings of debris and dirt, draped in your shoddy sheet as you spotted your boyfriend. There was something beautiful about him, particularly when he practiced his hobby of playing mechanic. Specks of black oil lined his forearms and fingertips.

Without missing a beat, Dwayne turned to look at you, hazel hues drinking you in with reverence and concern. Dark brows furrowed together as he abandoned his current project, grabbing at the tattered, red cloth that rode around within his back pocket. “Hey,” That familiar baritone held a subtle warmth to it. “What’s wrong, Mama?”

You knew that he knew, but he still asked you nonetheless. As he swiped away at the oil and pungent grease, Dwayne stepped closer toward you, stooping down to press a kiss against the top of your head. You smelled wonderful, natural sweetness intermingled with that of your menses.

“Everything,” You exhaled, shuddering when his large palm splayed out across your back, rubbing soothing circles into your sore flesh. “Where are the others?” Admittedly, it was a bit unusual to see Dwayne alone without the company of the pack.

“Hunting,” Dwayne confirmed, and without hesitation, he hooked a strong, taut arm underneath your legs, hoisting you up as he carried you like a blushing bride. Cradling you against his chiseled chest, he made sure you were back in bed, where you belonged. “I was worried about you.” He confessed, laying you back against the mattress.

His throat was burning — a fire so intense that he wanted to scream, but Dwayne was rather talented at smothering his hunger for the good of another. His thirst would be extinguished soon enough, whenever he could leave the cave to find unsuspecting tourists. He sat down along the edge of the bed, hand massaging into your thigh.

Guilt rippled through you, knowing that Dwayne had abandoned the hunt to tend to you, this fragile human. His brows furrowed together — he must’ve been reading your thoughts. “I’m sorry. You should go feed.” You encouraged him, despite keening into the comforting chill of his hand.

Dwayne’s mind had gone elsewhere — there was a way that he could feed without having to abandon you. Of course, it was purely self-gratifying and your best interests were secondary to his starvation, which crawled across his stomach, burning a hole through him. He kept quiet, gingerly massaging your leg with his hand, which drifted towards the swell of your hips.

He didn’t like seeing you this way, agonized and letting yourself sit in the suffering. “If there was something that I could do to help, would you let me?” Dwayne asked, gazing down at you with an incendiary look. It was distinct, reminding you of the plethora of times he’d seduced you. Your stomach lurched, insides feeling as if they were withering away.

Your expression was somewhat quizzical, lips parting slightly as you reached for his arm. He was so much bigger than you — the strongest of the pack, urging you closer until his fingers could sweep away the hair framing your visage. That thick, coppery swarm of blood invaded his nostrils, singing his throat yet again.

“What do you have in-mind?” You asked, somewhat hesitant as he caged you in between his arms, bending down to press a hungry kiss to your lips. Sex was the furthest thing on your mind, but you relented, moaning into his mouth as you reached for his dark tresses.

Dwayne was a phenomenal kisser — passionate and slow, as if he were savoring every second of it. Though, he had a tendency to let it whirlwind into something ravenous and primal, fitting for the quiet, stoic vampire. He exhaled, kissing you with a thinly-veiled desire, hand moving to cup your jaw.

“Could take the pain away.” He uttered, withdrawing from your lips with an indiscernible expression. Dwayne was always difficult to read — endlessly complex, an enigma that you wanted to unravel. His mystique was always present, but you knew him better than most.

To you, it was an act of generosity — you were gullible, naive to Dwayne’s true intentions of feeding from you whilst making the ache fade away. Your heart fluttered within your chest, causing you to wet your lower lip. Dwayne’s thumb rubbed along your jawline.

“How?” With a soft gulp, you swallowed the growing lump within your throat, feeling his lips graze your jugular. His natural musk was enticing, often intermingled with the twang of stale copper and machinery oil. Dwayne shrugged his jacket off, bulky musculature engulfing you.

His shadow eclipsed any sliver of torchlight as he bathed you in darkness, gaze dusky as he gave you another deliberate kiss. Dwayne was silent, adjusting himself until he knelt at the foot of the bed, partially on top of you. His hand pushed against the inside of your knee, and that’s when you stopped him.

“N—No,” Your protest was weak, embarrassment rippling through your voice. There was something that felt inherently dirty to you, if Dwayne intended to follow through on whatever it was he planned on doing. “Dwayne, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” A shrewdness crept into your tone.

He read your mind — you thought he wanted sex. If you weren’t in so much pain, he would’ve been fucking you within an inch of your life by now. Dwayne’s chest rumbled with a brief chuckle, lips curling into a faint smile, pearlescent teeth glimmering against his caramel skin and stubble-coated visage. “Not like that,” He exhaled. “Something else. Help us both.” He murmured, stroking along your leg.

So that’s what he wanted.

Admittedly, you were a little nervous about the idea. He’d never insisted on feeding from you before, and certainly not in this manner. It sounded so crude and messy in your head. He’d bitten you, but never enough to cause any lasting harm. “I don’t know.” You mumbled, feeling another sharp, dagger-like jolt course through the pit of your stomach.

“It’ll make the pain go away,” Dwayne was gorgeous — like a chiseled god, crouched between your legs as he sought your consent. Of course, it was somewhat swayed through consistent persuasion, but there was something mutually beneficial to be found in this. “Let me.” His voice dropped to a husked octave, dripping with something amorous.

You were still hesitant, heart beating like a fluttering of a hummingbird, swift and constant, pounding just above your breast. Goosebumps coalesced along the length of your spine, crawling across your flesh like a tidal wave as he pressed a series of kisses against the inside of your thigh, face dangerously close to swarming forward.

“Okay, just — Just go slow.” Molten heat sloshed within your belly as Dwayne stalked forward, musculature parting your legs. He was so broad and strong, smooth underneath your fingertips as they brushed against his taut, veined forearms. He bracketed you in, arms like a cage as he kept you close.

Dwayne felt that blistering itch within his throat, the urge to feed, to savor the sanguine heat between your legs. He had no intention of being slow. Once the feeding commenced, it was difficult to stop. “‘Course, girl.” He nodded, dark eyes glued to your features as he flattened down against the mattress.

Sinewy hands curled into the waistband of your panties, slipping beneath the shirt you wore, one that didn’t happen to be covered in age-old blood. You were flustered, beginning to squirm as Dwayne peeled it all aside, menstrual pad included.

He rucked your shirt up, propped up on his elbows as his palms gripped at your hips so hard that it was sure to leave bruises. That smell of blood hit him immediately, scorching his throat and insides until it was all ash and dust. Dwayne was silent, broad tongue parting past until it drew along the length of your cunt.

Blood wept from your core, which felt uncomfortable for you, initially. You huffed, nearly sinking down into the mattress in a heap as Dwayne began to openly lap at your slit, drinking you in as if you were the most delicious thing he’d tasted. Your cunt clenched, nerves set ablaze as his nose bumped against your clit.

You tasted saccharine — coppery and vitriolic, but it was his sort of feast. Dwayne let out a grunt, lapping at the blood that oozed from your cunt, letting it linger upon his lips, invading his senses. Once he heard your sweet moans from above, he tugged you forward, a growl ripping through his chest.

Those aches and pains were sluggishly beginning to ebb away, soothed by the vampire who drank from between your thighs. It wasn’t as much as he wanted, but it was enough, tongue raking hot embers across your cunt as the pleasure unfurled within your stomach.

“Dwayne,” A blissful sigh escaped you, back beginning to arch off of the bed and toward his mouth. Your fingers clamored to hold on, finding their purchase amongst his tousled mane of jet-black hair. He’d eaten you out before, but not like this. There was the added element of blood involved. “D—Dwayne, don’t stop.” You whimpered.

Within the dim light of the alcove, those orange flickers of light from the small array of candles made his skin look like velvet. Those dark eyes never left you, pinning you in-place as he drank freely from your cunt. Your menses stained his mouth with red, tongue occasionally drifting from your entrance to your clit.

A burnished, golden sheen glistened within his eyes, hunger somewhat dissipating. He wasn’t satisfied nor satiated, intending to drink his fill — as for you, he suspected you’d have to endure his constant lapping and sucking until you were nothing more than a sobbing mess.

Your poor legs were quivering, wobbling on either side of his face as he steadied you, hands clamping down to keep you still. He idly massaged into the pliant flesh of your thighs, tongue assaulting your cunt with a viciousness to it. Crimson dribbled down his chin, but your flow was beginning to taper off from your prone state.

A myriad of throaty, wanton mewls escaped you, toes curling in delight as he gingerly suckled at your clit. The sensation was temporary, fleeting as his attention drifted elsewhere, tongue lapping at another slow-trickling rivulet of blood. Dwayne hummed, deep and gravelly, stubble tickling the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.

It was only when he withdrew that you were babbling and stammering, wanting to know why he’d suddenly stopped. “W—Wait,” You whimpered, pitiful as ever, cunt aching something awful as he licked at his lips. Seeing Dwayne’s mouth and chin drenched in a darker shade of scarlet made you feel hot, heat creeping through your belly. “Please.”

His hearty chuckle made you irritated, but it was short-lived. You watched as Dwayne settled himself onto the mattress beside you, hues a vibrant gold, his countenance stained in your menstrual gore. “I’m not finished, pretty girl. Still hungry.” He reassured you, and plucked you up with two strong hands.

You were eternally grateful for Dwayne in that moment, who placed you on his chest. Without missing a beat, he bumped you forward, and you were gazing down at Santa Carla’s most stoic, vicious predator. An endless hunger danced within his eyes, soon to be quelled by the delicious blood that pooled between your legs.

Dwayne could tell that you weren’t expecting this, and it certainly made it all the more enticing for him. You were so smitten, his sweet little human. He’d fantasized about having you sit on his face until you were nearly unconscious, but this was all the more sweeter. Embarrassment flooded through you, but Dwayne seemed entirely unphased.

Initially, you were scared of hurting him, a notion that Dwayne found to be a little too innocuous. He could hear your heartbeat pounding away beneath your collarbone, thrumming like the beat of a drum as he lowered you back onto his mouth.

Your knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his head, dark tresses splayed out like a halo. With this newfound angle, you were staring at Dwayne — or more like, he was gazing at you. His tongue quickly invaded your throbbing cunt, blood catching on his lips. It was messier this time, making you tremble beneath his hold.

A liquid heat coursed throughout your body, pooling heavy within your stomach. Cruor oozed from your throbbing cunt, and now that you weren’t lying on your back, Dwayne was getting another taste. He continued to dutifully lap at your slit, ensuring that he didn’t miss a single drop of blood.

It sat thick and heavy upon his tongue, beginning to bring some semblance of relief to that raging fire that scorched within his throat. His pain was relinquished, and so was yours — a mutual exchange. Even then, he wanted more, digits digging into your haunches as he flicked his tongue over your clit again and again.

There was something disgustingly entrancing about the way he greedily lapped at your core, face buried deep within your cunt, hungry for your menses. If he wasn’t a creature of the night, you might’ve been somewhat indifferent to all of this, but he was bringing you such a wave of relief.

You wiggled your hips, accidentally grinding yourself onto his face, and Dwayne indulged you. As he lapped at another stream of crimson ichor, you moaned, chest heaving with heavy pants and wanton mewls, hands perched along the rickety, half-torn headboard.

“S—Shit,” You exhaled, tears stinging your eyes as you began to make that steady climb toward your climax. Dwayne didn’t stop, never relenting or slowing any movement as he lapped at your cunt, broad tongue swiping over every inch of your slit. The pleasure began to outweigh any pain you felt, muscles spasming. “Dwayne!” A whine left you, head rolling forward.

A deep, guttural growl emanated from Dwayne as it rumbled throughout his wide chest. It was mesmerizing to watch him from above, your hands splaying themselves along his bronze shoulders. His mouth drifted toward your inner thigh, and he looked to you, seeking approval before he bit you.

With a messy, lazy nod, your cunt throbbed and pulsated with molten heat, causing your nails to dig into Dwayne’s skin, hard enough to leave behind crescent-shaped imprints. Golden, crimson-ringed irises flashed in your direction as his countenance contorted into something inhuman, monstrously beautiful in your eyes.

Pearlescent fangs and pretty teeth sought out the pliant, soft flesh of your inner thigh, and he bit down — hard. It left behind the angry-red marks of unusual teeth as ringlets of a sanguine color trickled down your leg. Dwayne licked his lips, appraising you with an incendiary stare as he hastily collected every scrap of your lifeblood.

“M’close,” You whimpered, shuddering when he pressed a kiss atop the freshly-formed bite. His face promptly nestled back to the cleft between your legs, drawing another stream of your menses into his mouth before seeking your clit. “Close.” You said again, breathless and drunk with desire.

Dwayne felt his cock twitch within his jeans, able to smell your arousal through the haze of blood. The siren’s song of cruor was far more powerful, but even then, he could savor both with a feeling of sheer delight. His hunger steadily dwindled, fed by your saccharine cycle — if only you were like this all the time.

His lips formed a tight seal as he began to suck, causing you to nearly double over. “Don’t stop, Dwayne,” Perspiration began to break out along your body, coalescing along the length of your spine, dewy beneath the shirt you wore. “Please, please.” You were desperate, wanting to feel that white-hot explosion of a release.

Exhaustion settled in, your energy having been expended by keeping yourself aloft atop his face. Your cunt tasted sweeter than anything he’d had before in his centuries of existence. Dwayne considered you to be his fountain — a very captivating fountain. His touch screamed with amorousness as he rocked you into his tongue.

At last, your body began to quiver, muscles twitching and spasmodic as you climbed toward your orgasm. Dwayne could feel your weight fall a little heavier atop him, and he happily supported you, so long as you were bleeding. He added that edge of teeth, letting them graze over your clit with a feather-light pressure.

It sent you careening over the edge, cumming onto his mouth with enough mewls and moans to last him for days. It echoed throughout the alcove, and you were on the verge of sobbing, having gained some sliver of relief in the end.

Dwayne lapped at your cunt through it all, consumed by the shadow of greed and possessiveness. He could hear the rest of the boys clamoring throughout the cavern, which soured his mood just a little. They had a poor habit of acting up whenever you were enduring your menstrual cycle — understandable, of course, but an annoyance for Dwayne.

With a grunt, he gently nudged you back onto the taut, musculed expanse of his chest. His mesomorphic stature felt so solid underneath your pliant body, and your hands brazenly felt along his sternum. There was no heartbeat, forever frozen by immortality. His countenance was one of sheer satisfaction, lips and chin smattered in your blood as he licked at his mouth.

“Feel better, don’t you?” Dwayne mused, unable to withhold that little twinge of amusement in his voice. His large hand rubbed and massaged along your thigh, drifting up towards your hips, and then back down again on a continuous loop.

You nodded, feeling all warm when his body shook with a brief tremor of laughter. Dwayne sat up just a little bit, palm grasping at the back of your neck as he brought you forward for a very intimate kiss. A startled gasp tore through your throat, but he held you there, letting you taste yourself — ichor and all.

“Thank you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as your entire physique hummed and buzzed with satisfaction. Of course, the ache of your cycle never fully dissipated, but Dwayne had certainly done his part in quelling the pain, for now.

Dwayne gingerly patted the swell of your ass, copping a feel in the process before pressing another string of kisses against your neck. He grabbed at the hem of your shirt, rucking it up a-ways. He was quiet, and you were fine with that, eyes widening as he wiped his mouth off with the remnants of your nightshirt.

Jesus — you knew better than to tempt fate, arousal stinging at your core again. You huffed, taking a moment to compose yourself as you attempted to reach for your panties. He intercepted you, snatching your wrist before your fingertips could even reach the lace trim.

“Not tonight, girl,” Dwayne uttered, placing you right beside him, bulky arm curling around your frame. He made you feel so safe — a glaring juxtaposition to his ravenous hunger and vampiric state.

You felt a pair of fangs tauntingly scrape over your jugular, able to feel the chill of his bare chest nudging into your back. “Might get hungry later.” He rumbled, pressing a chaste kiss against the back of your shoulder.

[n30nwrites]

Poly!Lost Boys x Male!Reader with anger issues?

"Are you fucking kidding me!?"

Okay, there was a part in your brain that was saying that you shouldn't be reacting like this. This was an accident, and even then it wasn't that big of a deal, but the wind was blowing in the wrong direction, it was colder than you liked, and this person spilling beer on you was just the tip of the iceberg.

"Are you stupid? Don't answer that." You grumbled, and the drunk man in front of you decided to yell back. He took a step forward, his breath stinking as he heavily panted in your face. You went to do the same, only for a hand to yank you back.

"Calm down boy." David said, his gloved hand rubbing your wrist gently. "Can't afford to get chased right now." Max's new rules were bullshit.

"Keep your bitch on a leash." The alcoholic said, and even David couldn't hold you back.

Your hand swung back and planted right on his fist, blood coating it as his nose cracked and squirted blood. One good hit was the way to go, and he fell to the ground.

"Oh shit!" Marko pulled you away and immediately ran through the crowd, gaining the attention of another security guard.

"Max is gonna be pissed." Paul laughed, and you couldn't find joy in this moment. The motorcycles weren't far, and therefore you all rushed to get on and drive away, avoiding the humans before you.

"Fuck Max." Dwayne nodded with you, and you all drove to the cave.

You angrily get off of Marko's bike, almost stomping the ground as you jumped down into the cave. It seemed that everything had you set off today. "Are you kidding me Paul? I told you to clean this up!" The pizza boxes from 3 days ago still sat on the couch. Paul looks hurt at your words.

"Calm down." David tells you and you want to hit him.

"Don't tell me what to do."

"You aren't angry at us."

"No i'm not, i'm angry at Max, i'm angry at those surf nazis, and I'm angry at this fucking mess." You knew you couldn't blame them for Max or the Surfers, but at least with this mess you could focus on something. You picked up a trash bag and forced the boxes inside them.

"Stop." It's a command from David, one that has you hypnotized as you followed it. The bag dropped from your hands, "Come here." David has his arms held out as he grabs you. "Calm down."

"Sorry."

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Sorry this took so long and isn't good at all??? Idk I lost inspo for a bit and since The Lost Boys was taken off everything I can't watch it and that makes me sad and non hyperfixated.

[laughableillusions]

Listen, idk if this will make sense or not but I think Dwayne in love would be the nicest out of all the boys.

Dwayne is the one who takes care of Laddie primarily (it seems), and in the movie he and Star don’t even say a word to each other. But if Laddie isn’t with Star, he’s with Dwayne- so it’s obvious to say that Dwayne has at least SOME compassion for the little guy.

I think, if Dwayne falls in love…he is the type to admire from a distance and protect them. He has the confidence of course to show himself, but he’s not as…well…aggressive as his brothers. His flirtation is a quiet kind, gift giving and quality time. If his lover is human I think he’d prefer them to stay that way, and be extremely protective and even secretive about the relationship. If it’s post-movie, I think he would be adamant that his lover not end up like Star.

Is he a horn dog? Yeah. But 80% of the time he’s not serious, he enjoys seeing how his lover would scoff or scold him, or playfully hit him when he makes a remark on how’d they’d look better straddling something else other than his motorcycle. He’d keep his hunting and feeding very separate from them, and may even hide it completely (if the lover is human). He doesn’t want them to see him in that state, because he wants them to feel completely safe around him, as he does with them.

Sex will come slower than his brothers. Mostly because Dwayne wants to build up to it. It’s the same in the way he feeds, he enjoys almost…edging himself in a way, getting those he feeds from completely and utterly horrified before he kills them, testing the limits of his patience and instincts. It’s the same with sex. He doesn’t want to spoil that sweet sweet tension. Dwayne doesn’t want JUST sex, but sensuality as well, something both of them will keep to their chests and covet. He shares everything with his brothers already, but not them. His lover is for him alone. (Oldest sibling moment.)

A good date with him would be showing off his skills at the boardwalk stand games. Him being a vampire gives him an advantage, and he’d give all his winnings to them. He’s still young, and he’d want to impress them and make himself seem strong. Though the best dates would be when he attempts a candlelit dinner in some private little place. Thats when he lets his macho-stoic facade down, and they’d see how doting and kind of nerdy he was. He’d take an interest in his lover’s hobbies, read their favorite books and discuss his thoughts.

When his lover would meet the rest of his brothers, he’d have a protective arm around them- shielding them both physically and emotionally from them. He’d be watching like a hawk, never leaving you alone for fear they’d try and turn them or try something. If they would be turned, he would want to be the one to do it, and even then he’d want consent. He may even physically snap at David if he dares offers them food or tries any of that rice/maggot illusion shit. He’s not one to yell, but he has a really scary glare and a VERY firm voice.

[buckybarnesb-tch]

[Spicy Edition] Which of the Lost Boys do you think is the most likely to…

Undress their partner using their teeth?

Have handcuffs in their bedroom (which they may or my not have actually used)?

Have sex on their motorcycle?

Want pillow talk?

Be a voyeur?

Experiment with different sexual positions?

Have sex in the weirdest places?

Have a porn magazine or nude photos stashed away?

Be dominant or have rough sex?

Go commando?

Talk dirty while doing it?

Give oral when someone is on their period?

Walk around the cave naked or sleep naked (or at least attempt it)?

Love early morning sex?

Wax or shave their privates?

Try a threesome?

Lost Boys: Most Likely To {Spicy}

1) Paul or Marko would be the most likely to undress their mate with their teeth. They love to tease everyone as much as possible in anyway they can. When it comes to Y/n however, they will do anything they have to in order to get her going and watching Paul or Marko move your panties out of the way with their fangs just enough to stab their tongue into your cunt is enough to make their mate scream and cry

2) David is probably the most likely to enjoy using handcuffs on you. Imagine him cuffing you to the side of the wheelchair while you’re on his lap so that he can use you however he wants, that is David’s dream interaction with his mate

3) Honestly, every single one of those boys will fuck you on their motorcycle and do it happily. David and Dwayne will both man handle you out of the cave just to bend you over their bike and fuck you 7 ways to Sunday, Marko will excitedly fuck you on his bike right there on the boardwalk and use his body to keep people from seeing parts of you that are for his view only, and Paul would be the one to force you to ride him while the bike is moving! While he rides with you down the boardwalk and onto the beach you’ll feel every jerk and bump of the bike as he moves inside you, not to mention the vibrations

4) Shockingly enough, Dwayne is probably the best when it comes to pillow talk. His deep, heavy voice could make you cum all by itself with the kinds of things that spill from between his lips, telling you how perfect and lovely you are, as well as how tight and warm your pussy is

When it comes to you talking to them however, David enjoys the pillow talk the most. He does talk, sometimes at least, but usually you are the one that ends up speaking to him and you know how much he loves hearing how his cock makes you feel, loves hearing you call him ‘Daddy’ or ‘Mate’ or telling him how amazing being full of his cum feels

5) All of the boys would like watching each other with their mate and then trying to out-do each other which will inevitably leave their mate laid out, exhausted, half asleep, and covered in sweat and cum

6) They all love trying new things with you but Paul would be the most enthusiastic about trying new positions! He would be obsessed with how flexible you are and he would bend you in every which direction he can think of in that moment

7) While they all drag you off in public when they need you, Marko probably finds the weirdest places for the two of you. He once fucked you in the back of a bakery ending up covering the both of you in chocolate icing and stealing a whole box of cream filled donuts before leaving, another time he lifted your skirt and fucked you in the control center of the carousel, and even once bent you over the counter in the back of the Frogs comic store

8) Paul has a whole bunch of porno magazines that he’s stolen over the years, not that he even looks at them much anymore since finding you. Dwayne however had taken to taking as many pictures of you as he could before David talked you into turning, convincing you to take quite a few half and completely nude pictures for him which he later shares with the guys after you’re turned and you can no longer have your picture taken

9) All 4 of your vampires are very dominant , they crave a submissive mate which is why you’re perfect, David and Dwayne are probably the most dominant but honestly they’re all desperate to dominate you. Even when you are on top and seem to be in charge, you never truly are

10) Paul is probably the most likely to go commando, maybe Marko once in a while to tease you, but it’s rare

11) They’re all dirty talkers, every single one of those horn dogs

12) None of the Lost Boys really care about you being on your period, you actually find it gross how much stronger you seem to smell to them and they all love it! They’re not deterred by your period when they want to fuck you in the least, Dwayne however was the first one to shock you by going down on you while you were bleeding, seeming to be more ravenous than normal and you had a hard time prying his face away from your cunt after he had made you cum 6 times! All of the boys had done it after that at some point but Dwayne seemed to almost look forward to it, wanting to enjoy the experience until you were turned and he couldn’t anymore which is why he would often spend hours with his mouth on your cunt at those times of the month (never knowing when you were going to give into David’s pestering of you to turn)

13) The boys couldn’t walk around the cave naked since Laddie was there and you insisted on a certain level of responsibility around the child, however you had them fix up one of the rooms just for him so that he could decorate it and make it his so once he was in there for the night they could do what they wanted and all of them are likely to be naked, especially when following you around after or during sex

14) David was more than often the first one of the boys to wake up and he used those moments to have you all to himself, loving on you and making sure to wake you up in the best way possible, showing you how much the grumpy leader adored you in those sweet moments

15) None of them wax or shave their privates, though Dwayne has been known to keep himself a bit more ‘neat’ with some trimming than his brothers do

16) You’re mated to 4 different vampires who love each other dearly, if you think you’re going to be lucky enough for only 2 of them to be attacking you at once then you’re dreaming girly

[consuming-karma]

FRIENDLY COMPETITION

buwan’s notes : i honestly can’t be left alone with my thoughts, and being left alone leads to me acting on them. this is one of the many funny ideas I made up in my head. This is also a (very) late good luck to brit who’s taking her finals, good luck! I know you’ll ace them bestie!!

episode summary : When the boys return from a night of feeding, Paul gets a whiff of the most peculiar scent in his shared nest with his mate, it’s..it’s a dog?!

content warnings: Paul being jealous of a puppy. (yes that’s a warning).

tags: @britany1997

[paul x fem!reader.]

“Babe!” Paul called out in the cave, his hands covered his mouth to further emphasize that he was home from feeding.

You had decided to stay at the cave for a couple of days, keeping your boyfriend and his gang of vampires company until you decided that it was time to mingle with your kind once again.

They had left you in the cave earlier during the night to snatch a meal. Paul had whined about how they hadn’t fed in a while, and that he needed some of the sweet, sweet, blood his body was craving, which leads us to the current situation.

The blonde was confused at not hearing a reply back, getting slightly worried. The boys noticed this, and looked at each other before Dwayne decided to step up, walking towards Paul.

“Maybe, she’s just sleeping Paul, not a big deal.” Dwayne patted the rowdy boy on his shoulder before taking his rightful spot on the couch like always.

For once, Paul wasn’t reassured by the dark-haired vampire. He decided to investigate, hoping that what Dwayne had suggested was true and that you were only napping.

He looked into different caverns and various tunnels, seeing if you had somehow gotten lost or had wandered around in boredom. His nerves were getting more and more frisky, the longer he couldn’t find you.

Paul walked around, trying to remember the last time he saw you, trying to retrace his steps as if he lost his motorcycle key.

After a good few minutes of hard thinking, a lightbulb went off in his weed-induced head, happily trotting to his separate cavern, full of his trinkets and music collections.

Paul’s nerves seemed to die down as he saw your back turned to him, you were sat criss-crossed on his bed, unaware of his presence.

Paul grinned at your figure, seeing you wear his iconic mesh shirt when he rarely decided to wear something different for a change, he walked up to you, curious on what’s got your attention that you hadn’t noticed him yet.

A specific smell got him to stop in his tracks though, known for his keen sense of smell, the blonde could pick anything up from miles away, and he knows the smell of a mutt when he smells one.

Suddenly, a yip came from you, or more so, in front of you. Paul’s worst nightmares have been confirmed, a puppy, in your arms. Surprisingly, you still hadn’t noticed your boyfriend and his horror-stricken expression as you baby-talked to the ball of fur in your hands.

“Who’s a good boy? You’re a good boy! The bestest boy!” You let out praises for the little puppy in your arms as it barked and yipped, happily replying to your blabber.

The puppy seemed to notice Paul as it squirmed in your hold, Paul cringed at the puppy, obviously knowing that the puppy has noticed him, it was a golden retriever, every commercial family had one, an ideal family dog.

He remembers that only because you’d compare him to the breed so much.

“Paulie! You remind me so much of a golden retriever!”

“I think we should get a golden retriever, both of you would get along so well!”

He shuddered at the memories as the puppy had escaped your clutches and was now jumping up on his legs, trying to climb the blonde. You were confused at the sudden change in the puppy as you turned away, in all of the ten minutes Paul stood there, finally, he was noticed.

“Paulie!” You chirped, turning over to the other side of the bed to pick up the puppy jumping around in his arms. “Babe?..where’d you get the mutt?” Paul asked, looking at the puppy with a weird look.

“Hey! Don’t call him a mutt, and for your information, this “mutt” was wandering around by the woods, it came up to me and I decided to adopt it.” You huffed, letting the puppy bark and yip as it squirmed in your hands, trying to land kisses on your face.

“Ew, babe! Don’t let the dog kiss you!” Paul whined, trying to pull the puppy away from you. “Paul! Be careful.” Your hands gently placed the puppy down on the bed as it ran in circles, smelling everything as it’s tongue held out, dripping saliva everywhere.

Paul clicked his tongue as he quickly carried the puppy off his bed, “now he’s got all of his saliva on my bed, thanks a lot babe.” Paul sighed, ignoring the puppy that was yipping all around his feet.

“Can we keep him, pretty please?” You dramatically gave him a set of puppy eyes, pouting and the works, Paul scoffed, crossing his arms like a jealous child, “didn’t I tell you, dogs and vamps don’t mix?” You snorted, shooing him.

“Please, doesn’t Max have one?” You replied, letting the puppy lick your calves and paw at you. “Max’s devil dog is a bloodhound, not an actual dog.” Paul retorted, grabbing the golden retriever puppy by the scruff and making his way towards the entrance of his man-cave, wanting to throw him out.

“He doesn’t seem weirded out by you, though! Pretty please, Paul! He looks so much like you, it’ll be adorable.” You whined, following him to the entrance where Paul was getting ready to kick the puppy out.

“What’s adorable with this thing? I could look just as puppy-like as him, hell, even better than him!” Paul scoffed, giving the puppy the stink eye just as it happily barked at him.

“Look at him, baby!” You pointed to the puppy that was being held by the scruff, it barked at Paul happily, unaware of the eviction that it was about to recieve.

“He looks just like you!” Paul looked at you with a deadpanned look. “No child of mine’s gonna look as ugly as this.” Paul pointed to the puppy as you glared at him.

You gasped, offended about what he said. “Paul!” You scolded him with a nice slap to back of his head, making him yell profanities as he almost dropped the dog.

Thankfully, you picked the little pup up and cradled the poor thing in your arms, it found it’s balance and licked up your cheek as Paul had a pout painted on his face.

The blonde was obviously upset, seeing the puppy in your arms as a threat. “I’ve seen these little scenarios before babe! Girlfriend gets a puppy and the puppy gets the girl! I’ll be left out!” Paul groaned, looking at you with an annoyed expression.

You scoffed at your boyfriend’s childish thinking, petting the ball of fur in your hands.

“C’mon Paulie, he’s not that bad, i think he’d be a great addition!”

Update, he is.

he is that bad.

it’s been a month since Paul had begrudgingly accepted the little fur-ball you’ve “adopted” into his cave.

The boys seemed to love him, laddie seemed to love him, but that’s not what he hated, he hated how fast that little rascal you call your baby stole your heart.

Paul glared at the little puppy in your arms twenty-four seven, no breaks, no nothing, not even a little break for the poor vampire’s eyes. It’s like he disappeared! You barely gave him kisses and your arms were always around that little puppy. Hell, it’s not even little anymore!

He could feel his jaw clench from reminiscing the events of said month, Marko had met the pup first, joyed to see other animals than his pigeons and happily accepted the blonde fur-ball into the cave.

Dwayne and Laddie seemed to enjoy the little puppy as well, Paul couldn’t blame Laddie, he’s a little boy, anything moving and with fur is adorable to him but Dwayne? How’d the hell did some little dirty pup get him on his side, Paul couldn’t help but scoff as he thought about this.

Hell, even David seemed like he tolerated the damn pup! It felt like Paul walked into something cursed when he saw the platinum blonde relaxing with the puppy on his lap!

His partner-in-crime, Marko, no longer asked for him, it’s always “where’s the little pup?” or “where’s mini-Paul?”. The blonde was getting sick of it, there’s only one puppy boy in this house, and it’s time Paul retook his throne!

Paul stomped towards his man-cave where you and that puppy always seemed to hang around. He pulled back the curtains that separated the small cavern from the rest of the main cave, his nose seemed to flare at the display of you and the puppy laying on your stomach.

“oh, hey paulie!” You happily greeted your boyfriend as you sat up from the bed, the puppy moving along with you. Paul looked at you with an angry expression and a clenched jaw, his gaze flickering from you to the puppy.

Paul imagined the puppy smirking at him, as if it knows he stole his girl. You seemed oblivious to Paul’s tantrum and only looked on curiously, your hand running itself through the puppy’s fur.

“Alright, that’s it, enough is enough, that pup is going back to the wild!” Paul threw his hands in the air before gently carrying the puppy off of you, he was angry but he wasn’t cruel.

“Paulie, what the hell?!” Your eyebrows furrowed as you followed the glamrock punk out his cave and into the main cave where he gained an audience of his friends and laddie.

“Paul! Put Rhodey down!” You called out, hastily following the blonde who stopped in his tracks and turned slowly to you. “You named him after my favourite name?.. babe I was gonna name our kid that!” Paul groaned out, dropping the puppy who fortunately landed on his feet as he barked up at Paul.

“That’s..that’s kinda why I named him Rhodey, I thought if he had one of your favourite names—“ you squatted down to usher the puppy to you, petting it to calm down.

The audience Paul had earned looked on curiously on what was happening between the glamrock punk and his mate. “Babe, that’s not the point, you’ve been ignoring me way too long and all for a puppy! Hell, even the guys have been asking more about him than me!” Paul whined out, obviously frustrated.

“The hell are you talking about, dude?” Marko looked at him incredulously, “oh please, don’t act so dumb, you keep asking around for the little puppy, you all obviously prefer him over me.” Paul scoffed, crossing his arms in distaste at the current situation.

The room was silent at Paul’s statement, before they all bursted out laughing. “You’re telling me..that..that you, Paul, are intimidated by a— a puppy?—“ Marko spoke between laughs, holding onto his stomach.

David only grinned at the scene in front of him, shaking his head in disbelief as Dwayne laughed along with you and Marko as the main cave filled with your giggles and the boys’ chuckles.

“Why are you guys laughing? This isn’t funny, she’s my mate, and this dumb puppy’s got her wrapped around his paws!” Paul furrowed his eyebrows, pointing accusingly at the puppy who innocently stared at him with a tilted head.

“Dude, You’re a vampire, that’s a puppy, why are you jealous?” Marko snorted out, patting the blonde’s back as the laughter slowly died down. The curly-headed blonde looked up at him with a teasing look before looking down at the puppy.

“Let us emphasize this for you, bud. You’re a literal immortal who tears people up for fun, this puppy isn’t doing shit to you, and it sure as hell isn’t stealing your girl.” Dwayne gave him a smug grin as the puppy ran around, still yapping as if it wasn’t moments away from being thrown out the cave’s entrance.

“If anything, you’re the only sour that there’s a puppy, ain’t no animal in the world is going to steal your mate, bud.” Marko looked at you, who had finished your giggling fit and was now ushering the puppy to your side.

“Think of it as a kid, you and (Y/N), and your little fur-baby.” Marko definitely quoted you on the fur-baby part, Paul deflated at Marko’s words, knowing he was annoyingly right at the end of the night.

“You done with your tantrum now, little baby?” You baby-talked Paul, obviously trying to get a rise out of him as he pouted, looking at you with a sad face.

“Oh you poor thing, poor baby got his throne taken and now he’s all pouty about it.” You fluttered your eyelashes, looking at him with a exaggerated frown. “That’s not funny, babe!” Paul frustratingly groaned out.

The blonde wanted to pull his hair at the fact that he wasn’t being taken seriously. “Paul, seriously, chill.” You finally stopped teasing the blonde, looking at him with a serious expression.

“Rhodey isn’t taking me away from you, and he’s not going to, anytime soon.” You walked up to the blonde’s deflated figure, pulling him back to his part of the cave, as the boys glanced at you with a look that said good luck.

“Yeah, I have a puppy and he’s amazing, but you’re always gonna be my boyfriend, I wouldn’t let anything get between that.” You placed your hand on Paul’s cheek, who sadly nuzzled into it.

The two of you sat down on his bed silently as you managed a position where you had your head on his shoulder and the puppy splayed over your lap. The puppy seemed tired of it’s activities for the night and started to nap.

Both of you sat in silence, enjoying the ambience of the cave for a bit. “Are you sure he’s not taking you away from me?..” Paul muttered, looking down at the puppy in your lap as he nipped at the nail polish on his fingernails. “Paul.” You snorted, still petting Rhodey, lulling the blonde pup to sleep.

Soon enough, the human fatigue hit you, your eyes seemed to droop as you continued to sit in silence. You felt like you weren’t going to last long as you slowly let your eyelids fall over your eyes.

“I love you lots Paul, nothing’s gonna change that.” You had to get the last word in, before turning in for the night, you and the puppy slept as Paul supported you, gently laying you down on his bed. “Love you lots too, baby.” He mumbled, leaving a kiss on your forehead before glancing at the sleeping puppy on your lap.

He kissed his teeth before gently petting the puppy, soft enough to keep the puppy asleep.

“Guess you’re not so bad either.”

[britany1997]

Hiiii✨

Let me start by saying i love and enjoy your writing so muchhh and your content is just nddndjdndhdjegdu :'))

This is my first request so hope i am doing it at least decently so so so how about a mechanic/ motorbike enthusiast reader interacting with the lost boys, like they have a problem with one of the bikes and the reader comes up and is like "hey i can help let me just" and fixes it, and the boys are like 😶 we keeping this one ....

It could be a fem or gn reader !

Hope u like the idea and yet again thank you so much for existing ❤️❤️❤️

Rev Your Engines

Hi! Thank you so much for your kind words!!! Encouragement of my writing is always appreciated🥹🫶 I hope you like this! Sorry it took so long

Poly! Lost boys x GN Reader

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David checked his watch as he tossed a drained corpse off the dock unceremoniously. “Five AM boys, sun rises in a little over an hour, time to head back.” He ordered.

Paul groaned, his fangs still deep in the neck of a tall brunette. He ripped his mouth free and disposed of the girl, “we have over an hour!” he argued, “it takes fifteen minutes tops to get back to the cave from the boardwalk.”

“Yeah,” Marko chimed in, “we’re wasting moonlight if we go back now.”

“We’re going now,” David said sternly, “the last time we risked it Paul was almost a pile of ash in a fishnet shirt, now let’s go.” With that, David snapped and gestured to the two blonds, prompting Dwayne to grab them both by the collar and drag them along the dock.

“I hate when he does this,” Marko told Paul grimacing.

“Uh, yeah,” Paul said while readjusting his pants.

Once the boys had arrived at the spot where their bikes were parked, the vampires each hopped on and reved their engines.

Except for Marko, whose bike seemed determined to strand him at the boardwalk. He stuck the key in the ignition and flipped the engine kill switch: nothing. The bike cranked but the engine wouldn’t start.

Marko growled in frustration, while David checked his watch

“We don’t have time for this,” David spit.

Marko glared at him, “it’s five-thirty David, calm your tits,” He countered.

Dwayne crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, “we may have a couple minutes before suns up, but we don’t have time for you to try and fail to fix your bike. Leave it,” he said.

Marko rolled his eyes and put his kickstand back down. “Well how the fuck am I supposed to get home then? I can’t walk now can I? And flying this close to sunrise is risky, even for me.”

“You can ride with me bud!” Paul chimed in.

Marko shot him a disgusted look, “ride bitch?” he asked, “yeah fat chance,” he grumbled.

“It’s either that or you burn up,” David shrugged.

“I’d rather die.” Marko said through gritted teeth.

David rolled his eyes and Dwayne pinched the bridge of his nose.

Marko groaned, “Paul, this is stupid, I’ll take your bike and you can ride on the back.”

“WHAT?!” Paul exclaimed as Marko attempted to pull him off the motorcycle, “dude it’s my bike!”

“Paul if you don’t move your ass I could die,” Marko told him frowning.

“Then perish,” Paul deadpanned.

Marko lunged at Paul, throwing him from his bike and pinning him to the ground. They rolled around on the boardwalk trading blows.

Dwayne and David looked on exasperated, as the chaos twins went at it. “We’re never gonna get home are we,” Dwayne asked.

David sighed in response.

You caught sight of the scene on your way back from your shift at the auto shop. Working the night shift meant you were usually met with a deserted wasteland of a boardwalk, instead of the flood of tourists and locals that regularly populated the spot.

Now you were faced with the image of two grown men rolling around on the ground together. You had to see what this was about.

You walked over and waved cautiously at the two calmer looking but obviously frustrated men. “Hey,” you greeted them, “what’s going on here, maybe I can help?” You offered.

Paul screamed as Marko bit his shoulder, prompting you to jump and step back, “or maybe I should just leave you to it…” you mumbled, concerned.

David turned his gaze from you back to Paul as he wrestled Marko into a headlock, but Dwayne noticed the grease smeared lightly on your face and staining your clothes, maybe you could help.

“Know anything about motorcycles?” he asked as he gestured towards Marko’s bike.

You smiled, “you’re in luck,” you told him, “I just got off a shift at Ocean Auto, I should be able to help you out.”

David’s gaze snapped up to look at you, “you can fix his bike?” He asked.

“I can sure try,” you replied, kneeling down to take a look as Dwayne pulled Paul and Marko off of each other.

You shrugged off your backpack and pulled out your toolbox. You opened the box and grabbed your multimeter, to check the battery.

The battery looked good so you moved on with your assessment. You removed one of the spark plugs and screwed in a compression tester.

Everything was turning up fine, but then realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You pulled out the bike’s air filter, only to find it just as you’d suspected, covered in dust and dirt.

You chuckled to yourself as you realized how stupidly simple the problem was. You turned to the four men, flashing them the filter.

“You’re gonna wanna soak this in some warm water and cleaner, but for now…” you trailed off as you pulled your water bottle from your bag. You sprayed the filter and wiped it with the bandana you kept in your back pocket.

You smiled as you handed it back to the curly blond man, “good as new…sort of,” you told him.

“Thanks,” Marko said as he popped the filter back into his bike and started his engine. “You’re a real life saver,” he told you.

“More than you know,” David mumbled to Dwayne.

As you packed up your stuff and stood to your feet, Paul slid an arm around your waist.

“Come here often sugar?” he asked you.

You blushed at his brazen attitude, “I’m here every morning, I work the night shift at the auto shop every day.” You told them.

“We’ll have to stop by sometime,” Dwayne said smiling, “but for now we’ve gotta go.”

David checked his watch, it was six AM, they were cutting it close. “C’mon boys,” he commanded, “let’s ride.”

You stepped back, getting the hint, “It was nice to meet you guys, see you around,” you waved as you walked off.

“Dibs,” Paul said, once you were out of earshot.

The other boys rolled their eyes as they all rode off into the night. This wasn’t the last they’d be seeing of you, not if they could help it.

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(I know I didn’t get to get into the romantic aspect of the Boys x Reader, so I’d be happy to write a part two for you if you want one when requests open back up!)

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[6lostgirl6]

Could you do Headcannons of the lost boys (separate if it’s not to much trouble) of them like accidentally hurting you/ taking care of you when ur hurt thank you so much love your content and writing!!!!

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Thank you so much! That means so much to me, I hope you like this!

When They Accidently Hurt You HCs

TW: Cursing

David

The boardwalk was extremely crowded leaving you and the boys to stay situated on your motorcycles while people watched for potential snacks. 

You came along with David, riding on his bike because it's been a while since you both spent time together. 

David was in the middle of smoking his cigarette, sitting close to you as he continued checking out for anyone that caught his eye as prey for the night. 

You were sitting next to the hand holding his cigarette and it honestly was a stupid mistake that night.

Since David and you weren’t really paying attention, just as you were putting your hand to rest on the top of his thigh, the hand holding the cigarette came down to rest on that same thigh. 

That ended up with the cherry of the cigarette press against the delicate skin of your hand.

With a loud yelp, you quickly pulled your hand away and cradled it to your chest, looking at the small blister that was already forming. 

With David, he can be pretty harsh when he’s worried, especially when it comes to you, he doesn’t ever want to see you hurt and when it happens, he would need to know every little detail or else he will not rest.

Hearing the pain in your voice, the cigarette was quickly dropped and he was grabbing your hand, trying to pull it from you for him to see what he did.

He’s cursing, especially at himself when he quickly registers that his cigarette was the cause of your injury once he finally looked over your injury.

 He would never admit it, but he felt absolutely horrible. He feels like he failed as a mate because he promised himself he would never let you get hurt. 

Without anyone witnessing, David gave your injury small kisses and muttering apologies. That’s the only time you will ever hear him apologize. 

From then on, he doesn’t smoke when he’s near you, especially when you're sitting next to him.

Dwayne

In general, Dwayne is a very careful vampire, especially when it comes to his mate, you. 

However, there are still instances where his hair can be a literal weapon, which is exactly how you ended up with an irritated eye. 

Dwayne was in the middle of organizing his book shelf, bending slightly to get to the lower shelves, which made his hair basically get in his face. 

You were bored and you wanted to see if Dwayne would take you out onto the boardwalk with just the two of you and that’s when you decided to go searching for him in the cave.

After a while, Dwayne was getting slightly irritated with his hair constantly getting in his eyes and trying to move his hair out of his face. 

Right when you were literally behind him, Dwayne thought it would be a good idea to basically whip his long hair back behind him which caught you right in the eye, causing you to gasp and step back from the harsh sting. 

Dwayne heard your gasp of pain and quickly checked on you and moved your hand away that was covering your eye. 

He was so worried and extremely apologetic.

You had to constantly tell him that you were fine and it was only an irritating sting that should disappear after a short while. 

However, he doesn’t listen. 

He literally dropped what he was doing and did everything he could to take care of you and your minor (major to him) injury.

He even went out and got you some eye drops to bring back the moisture to your eye because his hair soaked it up like a damn shamwow

Ever since then, he is always careful when he moves his hair back because he doesn’t want to repeat the incident.

Paul

Sometimes, Paul doesn’t understand that sometimes you shouldn’t just mindlessly go to grab something while your significant other is literally right next to you without a hint of being careful. 

Paul and you were sitting on the couch in the cave, cuddling with his arm around your shoulder when he was feeling like having another smoke from his stash. 

Without telling you, he pulled away to reach behind the couch while you continued sitting next to him while listening to the music coming from the rockbox. 

Without looking, he quickly turned to sit back down on the couch, dragging a large bong with him.

You ended up having the back of your head smacked with the heavy weight of the device, causing you to wince and touch the tender spot, demanding what the hell he was doing.

Paul, hearing the sound of the bong hitting your skull made him quickly check on you and replace your hand with his own, touching your sore head. 

He was laughing as he asked if you were okay and joking if he managed to give you a fucking concussion. 

Despite you being a little angry, you were quick to forgive him since your head didn’t really hurt but it was gonna be a little tender for a while. 

After a few days, you and Paul can’t help but cackle remembering the sound of the bong hitting your head with a loud bonk that echoed throughout the cave.

Marko

Marko tends to forget his immense strength due to being a vampire and he’s used to not holding back when it comes to his brothers.

Which resulted in you inevitably getting hurt some way or another, and it was all due to you play fighting with him in the middle of the cave. 

In the beginning, Marko was doing well in playing fair and giving you a fighting chance at taking him down, however he can still be competitive. 

Eventually, he had you pinned to the ground with you laying on your side while Marko had his arms around you and kept you from moving around to break free.

As you struggled, you remembered a move that Paul would do whenever he fought with Marko and it usually worked, so you decided to give it a try. 

Quickly breaking your arm free, you managed to straighten your fingers and jab him right in the ribs. 

Wrong move.

It was like something completely shifted within him when you jabbed him that his eyes flashed and a growl escaped him. 

Before you could even think, the arms around you tightened their grip before you suddenly went flying, lifting into the air before landing on your back with Marko hissing in your face. 

The wind was completely knocked out of you and you struggled to turn away in order to try and get your lungs to take in some air. 

Hearing you struggle for breath, Marko was quick to snap out of his vampiric state and was shocked to find you unable to breathe and struggling to pull yourself from under him. 

Scared at what he did, he slowly brought you into a sitting position and rubbed your back, trying to get your lungs working faster.

He was cursing at himself and apologizing insanely, hovering near you and trying to wipe away the tears that were flowing down your face. 

After a while, you managed to get the air flowing into your lungs easier and felt a little better. It didn’t hurt terribly, but the shock from not being able to breathe and Marko’s sudden change upset you terribly. 

You were upset with him and needed space from him for a while but eventually you forgave him after he explained that you trying to actually hurt him caused his vampiric instincts to come out and defend himself. 

After that, Marko would hesitate to continue play fighting with you in fear that the same thing would happen again. No more wrestling for y'all.

[mickkmaiden333]

Round 2 of Lost Boys incorrect quotes

David, talking about Star: Looking left cause you don’t treat me right

Marko, joining in: Looking right because you left

Y/N: Looking up cause you let me down

Paul: Looking down cause you fucked up

Dwayne: What’s wrong with you guys?

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David: Good Evening

Marko: Good Evening

Y/N: Good Evening

Paul: You all sound like Dracula, try spicing it up a little bit

Dwayne: EVENING MOTHERFUCKERS!

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David: Wake me up….

Marko: Before you go go!

Y/N: When September ends.

Paul: WAKE ME UP INSIDE-

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Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on a motorcycle.

David: Shit.

Marko, confused: Wait, three?

Cop: Yes?

Y/N: OH FUCK PAUL FELL OFF!

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Paul: Change is inedible.

Dwayne: Don’t you mean inevitable?

Paul, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

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Dwayne: Paul was banned from the buffet on the boardwalk, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Paul: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.

Dwayne: Paul, you ate a chair!

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Y/N: David, my old arch enemy.

Star: …. I thought I was your arch enemy?

Y/N: I have a life outside of you, Star.

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Micheal, struggling to keep up in their 1 inch heel boots: yeah, I-I don’t really think heeled boots are for me

Star, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in silver 6 inch heels: WEAK

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Micheal: Am I in trouble?

Sam: Take a guess.

Micheal: No?

Sam: Take another guess.

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Sam: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Edgar: Certainly, I’m as sure as I am honest!

Allan: In that case, we’re definitely lost.

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Lucy: Is something burning?

Max: Just my love for you.

Lucy: Max, the toaster is on fire

[david-powers-simp]

What the lost boys call you

Whats good my homies, im back with a short lil something for you. This is just a preference I whiped up real quick , of what the boys call you. I am writing all the preferences for the boys separate, because I suck at writing poly! Relationships . So I hope guys enjoy this lil piece I typed up. :)

Paul

Paul is very eccentric, so I feel the nicknames he comes up with are too. Of course we have our basic ones i feel he would use a lot are " babe" or "baby" I think it would roll off his tongue so naturally. " come on baby I wanna show you something", he would say as he links hands with yours and pulls you through the crowded boardwalk. Or " you look smokin' hot today babe" he tells you as he throws his arm around you. I 100% feel in my bones this man would come up with his own nickname for you tho. One that sticks out to me is "honeybun". Now I know at first it sounds a little cringe, but it honestly isn't because Paul gave you this nickname specifically because he thinks your very sweet like honey, and honeybuns happen to be his favorite snack so... ~my mans Paul is calling you a snack~ like just imagine Paul muttering sweet nicknames under his breath while he buries his face into your neck ( which is something he does a lot) he'd mumble things like " m'love you so much baby". Or if your ever caught up doing something and not paying him attention for a hot minute hes gonna ~whine~ " honeybun how much longer till your done, I want to spend time with you." Paul is such a sweet,horny, clingy man and im here for it. He just has so much love and energy to give you he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Marko

Now marko my sweet boy marko, how do I put this in the best way possible. Marko is a little sly bastard. With that being said he's a major flirt like his brother paul, but for some reason I feel marko is slightly more bold than paul. Don't ask why because frankly I don't know why I feel this way I just do. That being said marko calls you " hot stuff", " sexy", "gorgeous" marko is one smooth mf'er. He'll purr those nicknames all the time. " hey sexy thing" he'll say with a lop sided smirk when he greets you. He 100% lightly smacks you ass almost everytime you walk by, he can't help himself. " gorgeous could you come here for a sec?" He asks real sweetly and as your walking over to him he snakes an arm behind you so he can give your ass a nice little pat.He really loves you and your ass, he also adores making you laugh and smile so naturally he cracks a lot of jokes, which leads to him saying things like. " love seeing you smile gorgeous, its mesmerizing" marko is very creative we all know this,so hes great with flattery i feel. " come on hot stuff it'll be fun,and I'll know you'll do so good just trust me, you trust me right sweet thing?" This was marko's response when he was trying to teach you how to ride his motorcycle. You always rode with him on his bike, but he was try to teach you how to drive. He's not gonna lie he thought you sitting on his bike was super hot you were a smoke show. It made him very horny.

Dwayne

Ok so my mans dwayne is a sweetheart he is so soft and sweet but here's the thing, you have to know him a while to find that out. I don't think dwyane is as quiet and closed off as people think. Honestly when you get to know him he's so sweet. He has no problem w with his brothers knowing either,he loves you. They tease him and tell him he's a sap, he pays no mind to it though. A nickname dwayne likes to call you is "dove" its probably one of his favorites he loves it because he says it just suits you, your delicate like a dove to him. " let's go for a ride dove" dwayne says as he hops on his bike and holds his hand out for you to take. " I found these for you sweetheart, I hope you like them." He says as he hands you some shells he found on the beach. Dwayne likes to look for shells and picks up ones he thinks you'll like. He also will make you jewelry with the shells he finds " does that feel good my love" ( gets yalls heads out the gutter) he'd asked as he plays with your hair braiding it then unbraiding it. Dwayne just loves have you close and holding you. He also really enjoys cuddling, he'll often put on some music and dance with you when you guys are alone in the cave. " I had no idea you could dance so well sweetheart." He says with a little chuckle.

David

Oh David my beloved. I think david would come up with classic nicknames like " darling","dollface",or "sugar" but the way he says them- it'll make you swoon. Just the way when he talks to you he keeps eye contact and will smirk or smile at just the right time. He says that he picked those nicknames because they are pretty self explanatory, your are just darling to him he can't help but think that. You also according to him have the face of a doll it's perfect in his eyes and well sugar of course because your just sweet and he like how you blush when he calls you that. David is a flirt, however he doesn't come off as horny as his brother marko and paul. He comes off more subtle. He'll say things like " whatever makes your heart content darling" he often says that when you see something you like or want. David will find a way to get it for you, no questions asked. " have I told you how much i love you today dollface?" That's something he asks when you two are sitting together in his wheelchair, while you might be reading a good book and david will just admire you. " keep the jacket sugar, looks better on you anyway." You recall him saying that on one of you're earlier date with him, he gave you his trench coat and actually let you wear it home. David never heard the end of that from his brothers but he honestly couldn't care less because you looked like a dream in his coat. So needless to say david is some what of a romantic but let him hear you say it because he will deny it till the day he dies- well I guess he's already technically dead so, he will deny it for the rest of eternity.

Alrighty besties that brings this lil preference to a close, I apologize for any mistakes I did not proofread this. So hopefully it doesn't suck too bad, but until next time. I'll catch you later. :)

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Can you do a hc of the lost boys finding out that their mate is VERY rich?

Yes omg absolutely!!!

I am fully convinced that the boys just have no concept of the value of money whatsoever. They don't have an exact need for it, and the money they do have has been - let's sya its been locally sourced, right? So they don't earn money, they don't pay rent, and the only thing they ever really buy is things they want - not need per se.

Just to kind of establish what we're dealing with here

They do realise immediately that their mate is well off, you know, living in a big house and not ever having to worry about money

And they do notice that their mate has some designer brands that they've heard of

But it still doesn't quite click how rich their mate actually is until, one day, they get invited over to their place

It's bigger than the boys thought, and they are taken aback when they realise you have an actual butler? Like - that's something you never really mentioned to them.

It's only then that they really realise that their mate is not just well of, but that they're absolutely rich. Capital letters RICH.

The reason their mate invited them over was to show them what they were working on.

They lead the boys down into the basement, and there they find a large area, with sunproof rooms made especially for them if they ever need a place to stay that's not the cave.

They love it - but they're still not quite sure how to react to their mate being that rich

It does explain why their mate never wanted them to pay when out on a date.

Paul is the first to fully come around, jokingly calling their mate "majesty" and other fitting royal titles. He loves that their mate doesn't have to worry about any financial problems. Also, he might - not so subtly - hint towards several things he's been wanting. A new motorcycle, a new and improved soundsystem for the cave, you know - little things.😉

David's more curious about how they accumulated all that money. It's a lot, and to be that rich? So their mate tells him, showing him all the company's their family own or have shares in. His mate also shows him what they do with all the money - obviously, a lot is kept for the family themselves, but a lot goes towards climate causes or children's welfare. David still doesn't know what to think about it, but he appreciates being the one in the know.

Marko has an intense dislike for such elaborate riches, stating it's a waste of money and that if the money was shared with others, more would benefit from it. He's surprised when his mate agrees. It's a difficult conversation between the two of them, but they come to a compromise. Obviously, his mate can't just get rid of the money, still having a family to deal with that's in charge, but they can make suggestions to the family. So, they try to make sure that their family donates as much as they can because the amount of money they have is a tad bit ridiculous.

Their mate starts a fund in Marko's name, especially aimed at artistically gifted children from low income families, to give them a chance to thrive as artists.

Dwayne is the last to come around, not quite understanding why their mate wouldn't have mentioned their background before. He has to come around to the idea of his mate not only being rich, but being filthy rich. He doesn't mind that they are. He minds that they weren't upfront about it once they started dating. Once he does come around, he will ask his mate to help give Laddie what he needs and wants - which obviously isn't a big deal.

They don't mind that their mate is rich. They only ever see the benefit of it once they come around to the idea

And if their mate decides to turn, they probably take their riches along with them, which will once again only help their mate and them in the long run

So they don't mind, in the end, it will only make their undead live together easier.

[ria-coolgirl]

Nightmare fuel 

CW:contains canon deaths, blood and feelings of guilt.

summary:David has a nightmare about the guilt he feels about not being able to save himself or Dwayne,Paul and Marko from their deaths and blaming himself for it!

The cave was silent as the wind blew through it, the calm stillness of the night was felt as the night continued on. Everything seemed so calm and peaceful in the cave, but in the mind of the leader of the lost boys that wasn’t the case.

David was groaning when the dream started to take shape in his mind again wanting it to stop, but it never did.

The dream is always the same as before, but this time this was different. The dream starts with him being on the floor of the Emerson’s house the house was empty and there were no doors, he gets up and looks around the house,when he heard it; loud screeching yells that could make his ears bleed as the sound grew more intense than before when suddenly he felt a hand in his jacket collar it was Dwayne who’s body was broken and his hair static with electrical shock and his eyes still red and fill of anger.

Dwayne:”you” he murmured

David:”Dwayne?”

Dwayne:”You…why didn’t you helped me?”

David:”i-I didn’t think you-“

Dwayne:”Ohhh you didn’t think?!?” You’re our leader YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO HELP YOUR FAMILY YOU BASTARD!!!”

David stood there in silence, Dwayne was right he could’ve done something, anything he could’ve helped him, but he didn’t.

David”Dwayne, you’re right and I’m so sorry for not helping you.”

Dwayne:”NO YOUR NOT!!!” He yelled “YOUR NOT SORRY, David and you never will be!”

His words cut through David’s mind like a blade, he never asked for this to happen, he was just doing what max told him to do, but it was far too late to start over again.

David took a step back from Dwayne, before he could balled up his fist and start to attack him; chains started to grab Dwayne and dragged him down into the ground swallowing him onto the floor of the room.

David was mortified as he watched Dwayne disappear from him, but he knew that he had to find Paul next. David walked up towards the stairs to the bathroom and looked around the room for Paul when suddenly he heard a bubbling sound coming from the bathtub…a hand reached out from the bath and a body came out from the bathtub and on to the floor.

Paul’s face was almost unrecognizable, it looked kind of malty and bloody, but his eyes were still red from the fight, he’s hair was wet and so was his clothes from the holy water and garlic. Before he could say anything he immediately starting choke up the holy water that was in his throat and started to crawl on all fours toward David.

Paul:*laughing softly* “You know, they should’ve killed me first.” “I guess i should’ve kept my guard up on that one.” *still laughing softly*

David looked at him with horror and sadness as he slowly takes his jacket off to cover Paul with it.

Paul yelled at the top of his lungs, shoving the jacket away, “I SHOULD’VE DIED FIRST MAN!” “NOT MARKO!” “THIS IS ALL MY FAULT!”

David:”No this is not your fault!” “We were asleep when that happened, so there was nothing you could do.” He said calmly

Just like with Dwayne chains take a hold on Paul and dragged him back to the bathtub. “Please tell me that Marko will be alright, okay David?” Paul cried

David nodded in agreement with a single tear in his eye as he watched Paul get dragged back into the bathtub. He stood up and looked down at the bathtub which was empty now. He took a step back and walked away from the bathroom and down towards the stairs, when suddenly he heard loud crackling sound it traveled across the house when the house itself began to collapse.

David ran as fast as he could to get outside and when he did the house was completely destroyed. He looked around to find his motorcycle, but it was gone he tried to fly, but he couldn’t fly either, so he decided to keep running until he got to the cave. Everything around was rapidly disappearing the boardwalk, the amusement park just about everything was disappearing into nothingness.

When he got to the cave everything looked normal, but he knew that the cave will disappear soon, so he had to be quick and find Marko before it’s too late. When David reached the end of the cave he saw Marko lying on the ground where he fall when he was staked.

David:”Marko?” “Marko!!” *grabbing him by his shoulder and pulling him close into a hug*

Marko:”D-David?” “Is that you?” He muttered

David:”Yeah it’s me” “I’m here” he said with tears in his eyes as he continued to hold him in his arms.

Marko:*moaned in pain* “those brats stabbed me!” “While I was asleep too, I wanna kill them now maybe have them for breakfast.” He said chuckling to himself

David:*smiling at the thought* “haha only if you share, Marko.”

Marko:”I will” “You know I will always share.”

David:”I know”

Marko:”Hey, David are Paul and Dwayne awake?” “I must have woke them up from my screaming and if they are awake can we go to boardwalk?”

David’s heart sank when he heard that he knew that the boardwalk was now gone and soon will the cave, but he knew that he needed to strong for Marko.

David:Yeah…yeah,Marko we can go to the boardwalk.” “We can do whatever you want.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Hey,David I’m still a little tired, can I take a nap on your shoulder?”

“Sure you can, Marko” he said with a sad grin on his face

“Hey-hey, Marko let’s keep talking more ok?” You don’t have to talk just listen okay?” “I never said this out loud before, but I just wanted you know that you, me, Dwayne and Paul are like a family right?” “Max’s plan on trying to make us perfect is bullshit” “Because in our way we are already a family!” “We have fun, we care for each other, we love each other just like any other family would right?” *laughing while sobbing as he hugs Marko tightly in his arms, caressing his hair*

“I sound absolutely crazy don’t I?” “Us as family?” “Max wouldn’t like that, now would he?” *laughing softly to himself* “But I don’t care if he doesn’t like it, because he will never understand what a family is!” “We’re go to the boardwalk together and have fun like always and be a family, wouldn’t that be nice Marko?”

David heard the last breath from Marko as he taps him on the shoulders. “Marko Marko…MARKO!?!”

The cave had completely disappeared and Marko sunk down to the ground with chains around him leaving David alone in the dark void. David sobbed while hugging his knees in fetal position knowing that he is now alone.

“BOYS” “I WANT YOU BACK” PLEASE COME BACK” “please I don’t wanna be alone” he whispered

“David”

“David”

“DAVID”

He opened his eyes to see Dwayne, Paul and Marko on the rails of their sleeping counter of the hotel. “David are you okay man?” Said Paul “We heard you crying in your sleep is everything okay?” Said Marko “And we heard you say you don’t wanna be alone?” “What’s that about did you have a nightmare?” Said Dwayne

As much as embarrassing as this is he had to tell them. He took a deep breath and looked at them “I had a nightmare about you guys.”

“What;about us?”

“What did we do in your dream?”

“You guys blamed me for not helping you back there.”

“What!?!” They said in unison

“We would never blame you for that!” Said Marko

“We care about you too much to be doing that.” Said Dwayne

“Yeah, if there is anyone we can blame for that is max!” Said Paul

A long pause of silence

“Pfft”

“Hahaha”

All of them were hysterically laughing which lighted up the mood.

“Haha, you are so right man!”

David:*still laughing* “Where would I be without you guys?”

Paul:”You would absolutely be miserable!”

“Touché Paul touché” said David

Marko moved closer to David and leaned his head against his chest and Dwayne and Paul followed suit and hold each other tightly.

“What are you guys doing?”

“I heard somewhere that if you cuddle with the people you love you don’t get any more nightmares.” Said Marko

David:*rolling his eyes with a smirk* “You made that up.”

So, so what if I did I am not going to let you have a nightmare on my watch!”

“We don’t let family have nightmares in here, David.”

“I’m family to you guys?”

“Yes, so shut up and let us cuddle you, you big baby!”

David felt reassured that everything will okay and he can go back to sleep. Slowly closing his eyes with a smile on his face as he continues to dream with his boys.

“No more nightmares” Marko whispered 

“No more nightmares” whispered David

THE END