#dwayne pride x you

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i don't know how ask prompt works? but let's see if that tailors to your liking?

103) I wake up with your memory with Dwayne Pride or Chris Lasalle?

Tagging: @kmc1989

It’s late when Dwayne wakes up, later than he intended. His head pounds from the whisky and he can taste the bitterness on his tongue as his hand smooths over the rumpled sheets beside him.

He sighs as he looks at your empty pillow, the sun streaming onto the vacant spot. He remembers how the light used to bring out the copper in your hair, the little sigh of contentment as his fingertips trailed along the curve of your spine. He had lived for mornings like that, waking up next to you, making love and then making breakfast.

His whole world had been tipped upside down when you had been stolen away from him, reassigned to a taskforce working out of Atlanta, Georgia. You’d done undercover work down there for a couple of years before making the jump to the Big Easy.

A few months ago one of your targets from the old days had reached out over you’re old message service, he was back in the country, looking to unload some weapons. You’d told your superiors you weren’t interested in returning to that life, you were done with UC work. They had told you, you didn’t have a choice.

A couple of days later, he’d helped you pack up your bag.

“It’s only a couple of weeks.” You had told him as you’d climbed into his lap, straddling his hips. “I’ll be back before you know about.”

“It’s not that I’m worried about.” He tells you as he cradles your neck, his thumb tracing over the scar that’s etched onto your throat, the one where a mad man had tried to strangle you to death with bike chain.

You used to hide it when you first started working together, pretty silk scarves, sometimes tried with a knot, sometimes wound around your throat. It’s over a year before he sees you without one, not until you undress for him the night he kisses you outside of Dixie’s.

His phone chimes on the nightstand and he gropes for it, his thumb dragging down the message box so he can read it.

Just another sunny day in Georgia, it reads, followed by a peach emoji.

He clasps the phone to his chest, the screen coming to rest against his heart.

You send him the same message every day, sometimes first thing in the morning and sometimes late at night. It’s a code the two of you use, your way of letting him know that you’re ok, despite the fact you can’t call.

“Come home to me Ro,” He whispers as he stares up at the ceiling. “Please baby, just come home in one piece.”

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❝my child❞

✭ pairing : poly lost boys x reader

✭ fandom : the lost boys

✭ summary : (y/n) is a vampire and a member of the Lost Boys, a powerful gang of biker vampires who control Santa Carla's boardwalk. Despite her immortal nature, Y/N yearns for the impossible dream of having children, much like human women. Her fixation shifts to a lone traveler, whom she believes is destined to be the child of her and the Lost Boys, setting the stage for a unique and unconventional tale of desire and destiny in the vampire underworld.

✭ authors note : ooh aged down star here and I think ima start writing for something other then twilight because no offense twilights taking up my page 😂 I’m not just a twilight franchise writer, I write for various movies, tv shows and series

✭ the lost boys masterlist

The Santa Carla boardwalk was bustling with life as (Y/N) walked hand in hand with her four vampire companions: Marko, Paul, Dwayne, and David. They were known as the Lost Boys, the notorious group of nocturnal creatures that ruled the night in this coastal town. For (Y/N), they were more than just companions; they were her mates, her official but unofficial husbands in the eyes of their vampiric society.

As they strolled among the neon lights, a sense of melancholy crept over her. Children ran by, laughter and joy emanating from their every move. Parents watched over them with love and pride, and the longing in (Y/N)'s heart deepened. She knew that as a vampire, she could never experience the joy of parenthood. Vampires couldn't reproduce, and that realization weighed heavily on her.

(Y/N) glanced at her boys beside her, their immortal beauty accentuated by the boardwalk lights. Their existence was eternal, but it was also devoid of the simple pleasures of human life. While they didn't age, they were forever frozen in time, unable to grow, change, or have children of their own. A pang of sadness washed over her as she wished for something she could never have.

Later that night, as they returned to their hidden lair deep in the cliffs overlooking the Pacific, (Y/N) nestled herself in the makeshift nest of blankets and pillows. She was wrapped up tightly, seeking comfort from the emotional storm brewing within her. Unbeknownst to her, the Lost Boys could feel her emotions, her sadness radiating like a palpable energy in the room.

Dwayne, always the most observant of the group, spoke up. "Did anyone else notice (Y/N) unusual behavior today on the boardwalk?" His voice was soft but laced with concern.

David, the leader of the Lost Boys, nodded. "Yes, I did. She seemed...distressed."

Marko and Paul exchanged glances, equally troubled by the apparent sadness in their mate's heart. "You think she's craving something?" Paul asked, voicing the thought that lingered in all their minds.

Dwayne sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "It's possible. She was watching the children and their families."

David's eyes darkened as he considered the implications. They all knew that satisfying this desire wouldn't be easy. They couldn't simply snatch a random child, not only because it would be cruel but also because it would anger (Y/N) beyond measure.

"We need to find a way to make her happy," David said finally. "We owe it to her. She's given up so much to be with us."

Marko nodded in agreement. "Let's figure this out, together. (Y/N) deserves our best efforts."

Paul chimed in, determination in his voice. "We can't give her a child, but maybe we can find something else that will fill that void in her heart."

As the boys huddled together, their bond as strong as ever, they were united by a single goal: to bring happiness to the woman they cherished above all else, even if it meant navigating the complex emotions of parenthood they could never truly understand.

The night was still young, and only a few hours remained until the dreaded sunrise. The boys knew they had to act quickly to address the longing that had gripped their mate, (Y/N). With determined hearts, they mounted their motorcycles and rode down to Max's store on the boardwalk. The neon lights of Santa Carla painted the night in an eerie glow as they approached the familiar establishment.

Maria, Max's human employee, greeted them with a warm smile as they entered the store. "Hey, boys. Max is in his office."

The boys nodded in thanks and headed toward Max's office. They didn't waste any time with pleasantries when they walked in, their faces etched with worry and anxiety.

Max, reclined in his office chair, raised an eyebrow at their seemingly disrespectful entrance. "What's got you all so riled up?" he asked, his tone tinged with annoyance.

David stepped forward, his voice steady but full of concern. "Max, we need your advice and assistance. (Y/N) is going through something, and we don't know how to help her."

Max leaned back, his curiosity piqued. "Go on."

David took a deep breath and explained the situation. "Our mate wants a baby, Max. She's been feeling this emptiness, a desire that we can't fulfill. We can't just take someone's child; that's not who we are."

Max nodded thoughtfully, steepling his fingers. "It's not uncommon for a female vampire to experience these feelings from time to time," he mused. "Left unchecked, it can become problematic."

Marko, his anxiety growing, couldn't help but speak up. "So what do you suggest we do?"

Max regarded them with a knowing look. "Santa Carla is teeming with runaways and lost souls, boys. Finding an unsuspecting victim on the streets should not be a challenge. It would be a temporary solution to ease her pain."

The boys shifted uncomfortably in their seats, the weight of Max's suggestion settling on their consciences. It was a dark and morally questionable path, one they had always tried to avoid.

But as the seconds ticked away, they realized they were running out of time to make a decision. The coming dawn reminded them of their own immortality and the fleeting nature of the night.

"Thank you, Max," David said, gratitude in his eyes. "We'll consider it."

Max nodded and leaned back in his chair. "Remember, boys, sometimes the choices we make for the ones we love aren't easy."

With that, the boys left Max's office, the weight of their decision heavy on their shoulders. They knew they had to find a way to bring happiness to (Y/N), but at what cost? The night held its secrets, and they had a long, dark road ahead of them.

The next night, the boys and their mate, (Y/N), found themselves once again on the bustling Santa Carla boardwalk. (Y/N) leaned against Dwayne, her head resting on his shoulder, as they walked in sync with the rhythmic ebb and flow of the crowd.

David, always watchful, scanned the surroundings, his eyes darting from person to person. (Y/N) noticed his vigilant demeanor and furrowed her brows. "Is everything okay, David?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

Paul, never one to hide the truth from (Y/N), stepped forward, his voice gentle but firm. "We need to tell you something, (Y/N). Max suggested a solution to your...desires. David is likely keeping an eye out for a child."

(Y/N)'s expression shifted from curiosity to a deep frown. She gave Paul a sad smile and shook her head. "You don't have to do that, boys. I appreciate your efforts, but we don't need to..."

Her words were cut short as she suddenly stopped walking. A bewildered look crossed the faces of the boys as they watched her go silent. Concern etched lines into their brows as they approached her.

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" Dwayne asked softly.

Her gaze was distant, her senses focused on something they couldn't perceive. "Do you hear that?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the boardwalk.

The boys exchanged puzzled glances. "Hear what?" Marko questioned.

"My child," (Y/N) said, her voice quivering with emotion. "It's calling out to me."

With newfound determination, (Y/N) moved quickly through the crowd, following an invisible pull that only she could sense. The boys exchanged glances again, realization dawning upon them.

"Guess the hunt's on," David remarked, and they followed her, careful not to lose sight of her in the bustling crowd.

As they ventured deeper into the night, they lost sight of (Y/N) for a moment. Anxiety gripped them until, finally, she reappeared with a bright smile that illuminated her face. She held the hand of a young girl, no more than seven or eight years old, with big, innocent eyes.

"Boys, meet Star," (Y/N) said, her eyes shining with happiness. "She wants to hang with us tonight. Is that alright?"

The boys gazed at the child, their hearts heavy with the weight of their decision. But when they saw the genuine joy in (Y/N)'s eyes, they couldn't deny her this moment of happiness.

"Yeah, baby, she can hang," Paul said with a reassuring smile, and then the rest of the boys welcomed Star into their nocturnal world, hoping that this newfound connection would bring solace to (Y/N) and fill the void that had haunted her for so long.

[rosemary-writes]

Light my fire

David x gender neutral! Reader

A/N: hey babes, eat up. I got another David fic cooking

David had never felt this way before. Of course there were numerous times where he saw a person on the boardwalk and wanted them, but no one ever made him flustered the way you did.

It all started one night when the summer was starting to end. The boardwalk was extremely packed with people trying to live it up or bring their families on vacation before August rolled around. David and the boys were at their usual spot. Scoping the sea of faces around them had become second nature at this point with how often they did it when they didn’t have much to talk about.

Paul and Marko were idly chatting about the many different people who they wanted to “have fun” with. Dwayne had left with Laddie earlier to go play some games much to Davids chagrin.

He just didn’t feel content in the moment to sit and stare at the many gawkers that passed him by. So, he parked his bike and pulled out a cigarette.

“I’m going for a walk, keep an eye out will ya?” He said, motioning towards his bike. Marko and Paul replied quickly before going back to their conversation. In the blink of an eye, David had dived into the sea of people, completely submerging himself in it.

He wandered around for a bit, not really going in a specific direction. He looked at the crowd around him and noticed a few new pop up shops that hadn’t been there in the past few days. He waltzed over to what looked like a small jewlery store and just looked. The jewlery was silver macabre creations. Skeletons, knives, ruby for blood, and a necklace that mimicked a vampire bite. He smirked and let out a chuckle at the jewlery. It looked tacky to him.

Deciding he had seen enough, he turned and walked away from the odd trinkets. He paused for a moment, grabbing the cigarette that was behind his ear. He put it in his mouth and searched for his lighter. He checked his pants but it wasnt there. Odd, he never really misplaced it. After checking his coat pockets, he realized he didn’t have his lighter at all. Damn, he really wanted a smoke right now.

“Need a light cowboy?” a voice asked with the click of a lighter.

David turned and looked at the owner of the voice and was met with you. He was taken aback by your frame and kind face.

“Cowboy?” He asked quietly.

“Well, you’ve got spurs on your boots. I figured you must be a cowboy.” you responded, holding out your lighter to light his cigarette.

No one had ever lit Davids cigarettes before. Not even one of the boys.

David pause and when you took your lighter away, once you deemed the cigarette lit, he took a drag of it and stared at you.

You had a kind smile on your face and David could tell it was genuine. If he could blush, he would be doing so right now.

“Well, I’m not a cowboy anymore.” David said with a smirk, eyeing you up and down.

You must’ve taken notice that he was eyeing you because you blushed and David felt pride in making you blush.

“Whats your name? I don’t think I’ve seen you around the town before.” David asked, taking another drag of his cigarette, the smoke swirling around the two of you.

You gave him your name and he played with it in his head.

“Nice name.” He responded.

“Whats yours?” You asked, a glimmer of curiosity in your eyes.

“David.” He answered a little coldly.

You didn’t seem taken aback by his cold demeanor. In fact, it seemed to make you more drawn to him. Abruptly, a group of people walked out of the store that you two were standing next to.

“Hey! There you are, we were getting worried” a short woman said, coming up to you with a few bags draped on her arms.

He continued to smoke as you smiled and turned your attention towards the group of people. It irked him a little bit to no longer be what drew your attention.

David realized these people must’ve been your friend group and you didn’t go with them into the other shops. He observed you as you spoke with your friends and discussed what to do with them. He tossed his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out as you turned back to him.

“Sorry about that David.” You said, offering an apologetic smile. David smiled in return.

“Don’t worry about it.” He replied, putting his hands in his coat pockets.

“We’re uh, we’re about to leave the boardwalk. Will I see you again?” You asked, hope lacing your voice.

David grinned down at your frame, “If you come back to the boardwalk then yeah, you will see me again.”

“Alright then. I'll see you later cowboy.” You said, turning away from him and walking away with your group of friends.

David stood there and watched you as you walked away, never taking his eyes off of you as you disappeared into the night.

He wanted to follow you and take your hand and show you the night time world. David had never felt so flustered over a human before. He just had to have you

[soupbabe]

The Lost Boys (Separate) x Male! Reader with Rapunzel's Hair

Anon asked: Heya! Could you do a lost boys x male reader, where the reader has Rapunzel's healing hair? (Romantic if possible)

Sure thing!! Haven't written for the boys in forever, I thought it was rlly fun and refreshing to write this :D

Marko

- He definitely found out about your powers through (kind of?) normal means: you needed to heal him

- Marko is the rowdiest vampire you know, he's always sharing new bruises and scrapes that were funny shapes

- One time he came to you with a wooden stake through his hand, nothing but ready to tell you about his run in with some wannabe vampire hunters

- He wished you sooner and called him badass for managing to ward them off, but all you did was call him stupid

- Without a word, you let down your hair and wrapped it around your hand

- Marko couldn't help but laugh and marvel, but the magical moment was cut off by your singing and (eventual) scolding about how dumb he acted

Paul

- ironically, he really liked it when you called him Repunzel.

- Even if his boyfriend had the longer hair, Paul always prided himself on his. Unlike you, he wanted to be known for his golden locks

- So seeing your hair shine and glow with a simple song did make him a bit jealous.

- Like of course he'd tease you, use your hair as his personal flashlight when he can't find something in the cave, but actually hearing people praise your hair always makes him a bit sensitive

- But give him 5 minutes of kisses and you whispering complements to patch up his ego and Paul is basically back to normal

Dwayne

- In all honesty, he's always had a thing for guys with long hair and to see your floor length braid made him happy

- Dwayne discovers the powers hidden within your hair when you asked him to give you an undercut

- With your hair being so long and thick, you were more than willing to risk it and sacrifice some of your magic just for the sake of comfort

- As Dwayne sectioned and began cutting, he noticed your golden hue fade into something darker, more natural.

- Truthfully your hair is one of the few things to freak him out, I think he'd treat you and your hair as something fragile. He doesn't like feeling as if he's taking your powers away from you or ruining something special, y'know?

David

- Your hair absolutely freaked out David too

- It wasn't uncommon for you to sit on David's lap and have him comb his fingers through your hair, but a problem arose when you started humming

- Suddenly David felt a comforting warmth emit from your hair, as if the sun kissed him for the first time in years, and your hair started glowing

- It took him a solid 2 minutes for him to process what was going on, and you only recognized that something was wrong because David stopped touching your hair

- His disappointed seeing your hair fade along with your humming was immeasurable, he'll always encourage you to glow for him so he can feel the warmth from your hair.

[britany1997]

Hey bestieeeee! You know I had to jump on requests again (if you're open to this one, of course)! I would personally love a part 3 to creature comfort. Maybe Dwayne going into Daddy Dom mode for David and the reader for a threesome. No pressure, I just really loved that fic and part 2 of it 🥰

Supersymmetry

Omg of course friend!! Happy to write this for you! I’m glad you love this series🥰 in keeping with my trend of naming fics in this series after Arcade Fire songs, this is my absolute favorite AF song:) This and Everything Now are hardcore smut PLEASE READ ALL THE WARNINGS

Creature comfort, Everything Now

Dwayne x GN Reader x David (Poly lost boys)

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, Dom Dwayne, Switch David, Sub Reader, Daddy Kink (Dwayne is daddy always), a little bit of brattaming, BDSMish dynamics, bondage, penetration (reader’s sex not mentioned), riding, spit roasting, blow job, spitting, aftercare cuddles🥺 I think that’s everything

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Dwayne laid David on his bed softly, “one more thing before we start,” Dwayne said with a sly look on his face “Who’s your daddy.”

David propped himself up on his elbow, before grabbing the back of Dwayne’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss. “You are.”

Dwayne smirked, “and don’t you ever forget it.”

You had been approaching the doorway of Dwayne’s alcove in the cave when you overheard the boys talking.

You gasped as you creeped around to stand next to the entrance, careful not to set off either David or Dwayne’s vampire senses.

You peeked carefully into Dwayne’s room, only to be met with his eyes staring into yours. “Hi,” he said casually.

You jumped back, clutching your chest in shock.

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are,” he chuckled softly.

“Apparently,” you rolled your eyes before smiling sheepishly, “can I join?” You asked.

Dwayne crossed his arms and looked you up and down, “you got thrown from a bike tonight,” he reminded you, “sure you’re up for this?”

Your smile morphed into a pout as you stepped closer to him, “but daddy, I want you,” you purred.

He growled, “baby I always want you, I just want to make sure your ok. Are you sure you want to play rough tonight?”

You offered him a reassuring grin, “I’m ok Dwayne, really, I would tell you if I couldn’t take it,” you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, “I want you to go full daddy on me, c’mon don’t you wanna teach me a lesson or something?” you teased.

Dwayne raised an eyebrow, “what do you say when you need to stop?” He asked seriously.

“Bats,” you responded.

“That’s right baby,” he caressed your cheek gently, “don’t be afraid to use it if it gets too much yeah?”

“Yes daddy,” you winked.

Dwayne smiled as he threw you over his shoulder before laying you in his bed next to David, whose eyes were still glazed over.

“You wanna watch first or you wanna play first baby?” Dwayne asked.

You pretended to contemplate his question, “isn’t Davey still in trouble? Shouldn’t he watch first,” you reminded Dwayne innocently.

David growled at you. You stuck your tongue out at him.

Dwayne took your jaw in his hand and turned your face towards him, his eyebrow raised. “Bratting around already? Keep it up and it’ll be a long night for you,” he warned.

“God I hope so daddy,” you replied.

His persona slipped as his lips turned up in a prideful smile. He pressed a kiss to your lips before moving to David.

Dwayne grabbed the belt he’d used to leash David and folded it into a pair of makeshift handcuffs. “Wrists,” he commanded David.

David, having fully regained his wits, raised an eyebrow at Dwayne’s creation as he crossed his arms, “yeah, fat chance,” David scoffed.

Dwayne kneeled on the bed between David’s legs and grabbed his jaw, holding his mouth open. Dwayne spit directly into David’s mouth.

David pulled back gasping but swallowed. Your jaw dropped.

Dwayne tsked, “thought you were gonna be a good boy Davey,” he sighed, “if not that’s fine, I have no problem disciplining you again, but if you want a chance to cum tonight you’re gonna be good for daddy ok?”

David’s defiant expression shifted, “yes daddy,” he replied as he held his wrists out to Dwayne.

Dwayne slipped the make shift cuffs around David’s wrists and fastened them tightly. He pulled on the tail of the belt, leading David to a chair in the corner.

As you watched him sit you could tell David was not happy about having to watch Dwayne wreck you first.

Dwayne strode back over to where you were kneeling on the bed, “I can still be gentle if you want baby just say the word,” he offered as he stroked your cheek lovingly, “it’s been a long night, you don’t have to do this for me.”

You rolled your eyes, Dwayne was sweet but he was starting to get on your nerves, “I don’t want gentle Dwayne, I want my daddy please” you clarified impatiently, “if I need to stop I’ll tell you, promise,” you kissed his nose.

He smiled, and leaned in to press his lips to yours, “ok baby,” he said as he began to undress you and himself, “you wanna ride daddy then?”

“Yes please,” you sighed wistfully as he manhandled you till you were hovering over him.

You reached down to place your thumb on the tip of his cock and give it a few gentle strokes.

Dwayne squeezed your thigh while looking at you sternly, “did I give you permission to use your hands?”

Your face flushed red and you sputtered, “I- I’m sorry daddy, I just wanted you to feel good” you pouted.

Dwayne reached over to his bedside table to rummage through the drawer, you still hovering above him. “I know baby, that’s why I’m not going to punish you,” he pulled out a pair of cuffs, “but we are gonna have to do something about your greedy little hands.” He clipped the cuffs in place, restraining your hands behind your back.

You pouted.

Dwayne raised an eyebrow, “what do you say?”

“Thank you daddy,” you told him as he took your hips in his hands and lowered you onto his cock.

You gasped as he pushed into you with slow and gentle strokes, allowing you to get used to him.

No matter how rough he got, he always started slow, his massive size splitting you open every time.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and leaned forward as he began to speed up, pulling moan after moan from your lips.

“So good for me baby, not an ounce of brat in you when I take you like this huh?” Dwayne whispered into your ear as he wrecked you.

David struggled against his restraints, forgotten in the corner and dying to get a taste of you as well.

Dwayne smirked as he heard movement coming from the chair he’d left his other lover tied up in. His lips ghosted against the shell of your ear as he thrust into you mercilessly, “let Davey watch you come undone on daddy’s cock,” he whispered as he stroked you, “can you cum for daddy?”

His words sent you over the edge as you let out one final moan, releasing all over him.

Dwayne kissed your forehead as you struggled to catch your breath, his length still inside you.

He brushed sweat covered hair back from your face as he maneuvered you gently till you were laying on the bed. He stroked your cheek as he looked over at David, who was straining in his boxers and biting his lip, makeshift cuffs still fastened around his wrists. Dwayne turned back to you, “you think David’s earned some time with you baby?”

You looked over at David whose eyes pleaded with you. You smiled, “yes daddy, I can keep going.” Dwayne returned your smile before moving in front of David, who looked like his fangs were going to sink directly into his lip and split it open.

Dwayne pulled off the belt cuffs and bent down to whisper in David’s ear, “don’t think this means you don’t have to listen, I won’t hesitate to spank you in front of them.” David gulped and nodded.

“Good,” Dwayne jerked his head in your direction, “don’t keep them waiting.”

David rushed over you and you sat up to greet him. He placed his hand on the back of your head and pulled you into a passionate kiss. As you returned his kiss, he reached around to take off your cuffs. “Want you to use these hands baby,” he purred as he rubbed his fingers in circles around your hips.

Dwayne leaned against the wall and watched with arms crossed.

David nosed at the pulse point on your neck, making you shudder. He chuckled softly to himself, “not gonna drink, just like the way you smell,” you sighed happily at his words.

He pulled back to stroke your face softly, “do you want just me or both of us?” David asked, still rubbing your hips.

“Both please,” you begged.

David smiled before looking to Dwayne as he pushed off the wall and walked over. “Please what?” David asked.

You bit your lip, “please sir.”

He kissed your forehead, “good baby.”

David turned to Dwayne, “can I take their mouth?” he asked.

Dwayne nodded, “go ahead.”

David took himself in his hands as you got on your hands and knees in front of him, “I got it,” you told him as you wrapped your hand around him and stroked gently.

You licked the tip of his cock causing a groan to fall from his lips. His fingers threaded through your hair as he pulled you forward impatiently.

You laughed as you took him into your mouth and began to suck, hollowing out your cheeks as moans fell from his lips.

You felt Dwayne pull your thighs back towards him from the other side of the bed, “ready baby?” He asked as he grazed his hands over your ass.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, your mouth full of David.

Dwayne pushed into you slowly, inching you further onto David as a result. The three of you let out a collective moan.

You rubbed your tongue along the underside of David’s cock as Dwayne fell into a rhythm behind you.

Every thrust sent David deeper down your throat.

David’s hands flew to the back of his head as his face twisted in pleasure while you moaned around him.

They were both so big and you felt so full. If you didn’t know any better you’d swear their tips were touching inside you.

As you felt your orgasm building you began to whimper. David looked to Dwayne, “shit me too,” he groaned, “can we cum daddy?” David asked.

Dwayne moaned, “yes baby, go ahead.”

Your orgasm washed over you as David came down your throat.

Dwayne thrust into you once more triggering his own orgasm and filling you completely.

David pulled himself from your mouth gently and collapsed on the bed.

Dwayne pulled out as well and placed you in his lap. He kissed your neck and held you tightly against his chest.

He stroked David’s hair with the hand not wrapped around your waist.

Dwayne nibbled your earlobe, “did you have fun?” he asked.

You smiled, “of course, as always.”

David propped himself up on his elbows, “I’m sorry I yelled in front of you baby, I was too harsh with Paul and I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You leaned over to kiss his cheek before Dwayne pulled you back into his arms, “it’s ok,” you assured him, “I know you just did it because you were worried about me and I know you won’t do it again.”

David smiled, “thank you baby.”

“I love you, all of you,” you promised them.

Dwayne tightened his embrace, “we love you too.” he replied as he peppered soft kisses all along your neck and shoulder.

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This Is How It Feels

whumptober day 5: hostage / kidnapping / held at gunpoint

pairing: beau 'cyclone' simpson x daughter!reader

characters: beau simpson, y/n simpson, reagan simpson, ncis: new orleans team, the squad breifly, hayden and frankie, everett north (oc villian), cameron north (deceased)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, kidnapping, torture, guns, blood, waterboarding, loss of will to live, oc character death, revenge killing, if i missed any please tell me!

word count: ~3.2k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

also also, i do want to apologize for getting this up late got distracted while writing it so i finished it later than i had hoped

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: a parent's grief is strong and powerful and it can make you crazy, if the opportunity presents itself to get revenge... you take it

“Simpson!”

You turned at the call of your name, spotting your friends waving to you from the front of a bar. “C’mon! We’re starving!”

Shaking your head, you jogged over. “You two, my goodness,” you laughed before you all walked in. “Are you sure we can even eat here? It’s a bar.” “We’ve eaten at the Hard Deck before,” your friend, Hayden, said as she walked over to a table.

“Okay okay, you have a point there. Just don’t try anything stupid, we’re all repping the school, but I’m also repping the Navy and my dad. So if any of you try to pull-”

“Relax, Simpson, I left my fake ID in California,” Frankie, your best friend said as she nudged you playfully.

“Simpson?” 

You looked up to see an older gentleman standing there with an apron around his waist. 

“As in Beau Simpson?” He asked, looking over your face quizzically.

You nodded, “Yes sir, he’s my dad.” The man chuckled, “Yeah, I know your dad, grew up down the street from my mama. I’m sure he hasn’t talked about me much, I’m Dwayne Pride – folks around here call me King.”

“Oh! Yeah, Dad did tell me about you,” you said with a smile and stood up to shake his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.” Dwayne chuckled, “You can call me Dwayne…” He trailed off, brow arched as he silently prompted you to fill in the blank. “Y/N, I’m Y/N.” He smiled and nodded, “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You sat back down, but looked up at him. “Now, is your mama Reagan Autry?” You nodded, “Sure is!” He chuckles, “I knew they’d last. Anyhow, what can I get y’all to drink?”

Back in North Island, the squad was at Cyclone’s house for a little get together.

“Where’s Y/N?” Mav asked, sipping his drink as Beau sat down. “Oh her culture club is visiting New Orleans for Mardi Gras week,” Reagan said as she sat down on the arm on Beau’s chair.

“Now y’all are from NOLA, right?” Jake asked, relaxing back on the couch. They nodded, “Sure are. High school sweethearts at that.” He nodded, “That’s impressive.” “It is, because of all the hours and missed dates over the years because he’s such a hard worker,” she said, kissing the side of Beau’s head.

“I made up for it though,” he chuckled and squeezed her hip. “Yeah, you d-”

Reagan’s statement was cut off by Beau’s phone ringing.

He furrowed his brow and picked it up, checking the caller ID to see that it was Frankie.

“I better take this, excuse me,” he sat his drink down and stood before going out on the back patio.

He closed the door as he answered, “Frankie? What’s-” 

“Y/N’s been taken!” 

Beau froze, the breath being pulled from his lungs. “W-what?” Frankie was hyperventilating on the other end, “W-we were get-getting something fr-from the vending machine and-and-and some guy c-came up and t-took her. I tried to he-help b-but she-she told me to run.” 

Frankie sobbed, even though he couldn’t see her he knew she was pacing the hotel room 

“I-I’m sorry…” 

He had to remain calm, knowing that she would freak out if he did. “Frankie, Frankie, you need to breathe sweetheart. I know you’re scared, but I need you to listen to me. There’s a bar, it’s called the Tri-Tone, you need to go there and find Dwayne Pride.”

She sniffed, “W-Why Dwayne Pride?” “He’s an NCIS Agent, he’s the team leader down there and he can help.” She coughed a little, “O-okay…” He took a breath and glanced back inside, seeing his wife leaning on the wall and watching him carefully. “Frankie, I’ll try to be down there soon. Stay safe and be on alert.” “Y-yes sir.” 

He hung up and ran a hand over his face before turning to go back inside.

His eyes stayed on the floor as he closed the door behind him and leaned on it. “Beau… Honey, is everything okay? Is Y/N okay?” 

The concern in Reagan’s voice grabbed the squad’s attention and they looked over concerned.

“Uh.. She.. She was taken… Y/N and Frankie were getting something from the vending machine.. and–and some guy took her…” Beau looked up and met her eyes, tears filling his, “Someone took her…”

Reagan collapsed, Beau catching her just before she could hit the floor. “No! No! Not her, not our baby girl! Please,” she sobbed, her manicured nails biting at his shoulder as she clung to his shirt.

Beau couldn’t say anything as he held up his wife, trying to be strong for her and not break down in front of the squad.

But it was hard. 

I mean of course it was. 

You, his baby girl, in the hands of some stranger. It was his worst nightmare come to life.

Cold. Damp. Dark. 

Those were the words you would have used to describe the room you were in. The only light on in the room was a yellow bulb swinging in its cage above your head. The chill nipped at your exposed skin, having been stripped of the clothes you were in when you were taken. The room smelled of mildew, and you knew that any water ride you ever went on would remind you of this room.

Your arms were tied above your head, spread in a ‘Y’ to keep you from attempting to free yourself despite being in chains. Your bare feet scraped the rough concrete, your toenail polish being scraped off and leaving red, pink, and white streaks on the floor.

If you had to guess, you’d been there about 12 hours, if not a whole day.

The man that took you had only been in the room one other time and it was to tighten the gag in your mouth. It was a relief that was all, but you had a sinking gut feeling that he had something in store for you.

Your view of the room was awful, you could only see the staircase in front of you, the small window at the top of the wall letting in the moonlight and illuminating the assortment of instruments on the workbench underneath it. If there were worse things behind you, you couldn’t see it. But if what you could see was any indication, there was a reason you were here.

All you could do was pray that Frankie got help and that someone was on their way to save you.

“What do we know?” Dwayne asked as he came in, Beau and Reagan following behind him. “Any updates?” 

Chris and Tammy turned, heads tilted in confusion as to why they were there. But they continued when Pride nodded.

“We were just sent this photo anonymously, Patton’s tracing it now.” Sebastian put the photo on the plasma.

The photo was a newspaper being held by cracked manicured nails but the face in the background was too covered to be enhanced effectively. 

“However, there’s no way to determine-”

“That’s her,” Reagan spoke up, tears gathering in her eyes. “That’s my baby girl…” 

Dwayne looked from her and up to Beau, “Are you sure?” She nodded and held up her own hand, “We got a matching manicure before she left…” Reagan turned and sobbed into Beau’s shoulder.

“She was playing with her brothers when she was young and scraped her left hand on the brick wall, the scar never went away,” Beau added for more confirmation that the hand in the photo did belong to you.

Dwayne nodded, “Then there’s hope, it’s a proof of life photo.” 

All the Admiral could do was nod before holding his wife close and silently cry with her.

It had been 5 days since you had been abducted. 

5 agonizing days.

Beau was a wreck, he was falling apart with worry. With fear. Anything awful that came to Beau’s mind, it’s what they were doing to you. And it wasn’t getting better.

Because they hadn’t heard anything else from your abductor. Patton’s trace led them to a library computer, where they were able to obtain security footage but no one in the film looked suspicious. All the team could do was tell the library staff to keep a lookout for anything or anyone sketchy.

But other than that, they had nothing.

And they were running out of time.

“Please, stop!” You sobbed as the hot knife ran across your skin. 

The past four days have been non-stop pain. Even when you were given a break so your capture could do whatever, you were in pain. 

You felt like you had zero hope of getting out, of ever seeing your family again. You could only think of your dad, how he must feel. That he may never see you again, his only daughter, taken from him.

“No! He has to know the pain! The suffering I went through because of him!” 

Him.

That was all he ever referred to this mystery man as. Never said a name or anything other than ‘him’ or ‘he’.

“Who?! Who are you talking about?” You screamed before a fist collided with your stomach, the slick slap of his fist on your wet, bloody skin making you sick to your stomach. 

Your skin was littered with cuts, all ranging in depths and lengths but none deep enough to be immediately fatal. 

No.

It had to be slow.

Whomever this ‘he’ was had to experience the same pain your capture felt.

The man hit you again, smearing your own blood across your face and bruising your swollen skin. 

You cried out, begging for him to stop and to let you go as he walked away. Your voice was raw and broken, cracking as you desperately pleaded. 

“Let me go! Please! I just wanna go home…”

“My daughter never came home, why should I let his?” 

You blinked, not sure what he meant by that. 

“I’m sorry about your daughter… I am… but why inflict this on someone else? Why take someone else’s daughter away?”

He didn’t answer you and released the tension on your chains, sending you to your knees harshly and reopening the wounds on your knees. 

Grunting, he took long strides back over to you. 

You knew what he was after and you tried to crawl away, scraping your palms on the concrete. But you could only crawl so far and so fast. 

Your entire body throbbed and your blood made the floor slick. Your capture was faster than you were in your weak state. He grabbed your hair, yanked you back and grabbed you by the throat. Your yelp was cut short as he applied pressure, cutting off your air flow.

Weakly, you tried to claw at him, get him to let go, but he wouldn’t. He squeezed until your eyes rolled back and you passed out.

Beau paced the living room of his childhood home, waiting on Pride to arrive.

Dwayne had called, telling him they needed his help identifying a man and that they had a lead, a promising one.

He wasn’t given any other details, but even that was enough to give him some hope. It had been over a week, so this was gold to them.

The normally calm and collected admiral nearly jumped out of his skin when there was a knock at the door. He raced over and pulled it open, revealing the two agents behind it.

“King, Agent Gregorio,” he greeted, stepping to the side to let them both in. They nodded their thanks to him before they went to the kitchen.

“We’re gonna get right into this, Admiral, you and your wife have waited over a week for something like this,” Tammy said, with sympathy in her voice as she held the evidence bag and a printed photo up. 

Dwayne took the evidence bag, “This was in a book returned to the library early this morning.” He turned it to show the folded up notebook paper, the words, “FROM ONE FATHER TO ANOTHER THIS IS HOW IT FEELS” scrawled sloppily across the page in red ink and what looked to be blood droplets and a bloody fingerprint on the paper. 

“The blood is fresh, as old as this mornin’...” Beau didn’t have to ask, there was no other person whose blood it could be. But he needed the confirmation, no matter how sick it made him feel. “Is-Is it…” Both agents nodded, Tammy speaking, “Sebastian ran the print… it’s Y/N’s. The blood is her’s as well…”

Beau gripped the back of the chair to keep him from falling, Dwayne coming to his side to help him sit down.

“Do-do you know who sent it?” 

Tammy sat the photo down, “We were hoping you might.” He picked up the print and looked at it, recognizing the face instantly. “Yeah, yeah, that’s Everett North… His daughter, Cameron, was under my command a few years ago. She died on a mission.”

They nodded looking at each other, Tammy stepping out to call Chris and tell him to look up Cameron’s name. 

Beau runs a hand down his face, “He blames me for Forest’s death and is taking it out on my daughter…”

Everett sat in a chair, fiddling with a hose waiting for you to wake up. 

You were laying on the freezing floor, the only warmth being the pool of blood you were laying in. You weren’t sleeping so much as laying unconscious, passing out from the previous day's torment. You knew what today held, the same as yesterday. 

That’s what it was, a routine. Torture of all kinds day in and day out. Pain and suffering, that’s all it ever was.

You didn’t want to open your eyes, wake up to another day of this. You were sick, coughing and shivering as the cold basement plus your wet skin plagued you. Your wounds were infected. Your throat was raw from screaming, but Everett managed to pull them from you still. 

And you knew what was in store for you today… but keeping your eyes closed would only delay the inevitable.

You cracked your swollen eyes open, weakly trying to push yourself up. 

“They’re she is,” he gruffed out before getting up and turning the hose on. He puts his thumb over the opening on the hose, spraying you in the face with the freezing water. 

You could only weakly yelp before he was coming over and pulling you to your feet and dragging you to the table on the back wall.

“No, no, no, please, please don’t…” You protest weakly, still trying to fight him. 

“Stop fightin’, you know it's no use,” he said coldly before putting you on the table and strapping you down before running the cold water over your cuts and burns.

You whimpered, squirming to get away despite it being futile. 

He just laughed before covering your face with a towel and soaking it with the hose.

“Everett North, his daughter was Cameron North. Cameron was killed after her plane crashed and she was taken by the enemy. She was held and tortured for two weeks before her body was dumped back at the wreckage for search and rescue to find,” Gregorio started.

Chris was next, “After seeing her at the Tri-Tone and following her to her hotel, North abducted Y/N. She has been with him for a little over a week. But she isn’t trained like military personnel is, she’s only 18 and what Lieutenant North went through was intense and extensive. We don’t know if Y/N can handle it.”

“Okay, do we know where he lives?”

“Sebastian is–”

“I found it! I’ve got his address!” Sebastian shouted as he stood up.

With that the team jumped up and got their gear.

The moment the towel was yanked off your face you started coughing up the water you inhaled, lifting your head so you don’t choke on it again.

Everett started and ended with the same method. That's how you knew your day was over.

He unstrapped you from the table and watched you weakly roll until you fell onto the ground limply.

“Please… just kill me…” 

Your plea was weak as you continued to cough up water. You hated that you had gotten to that point so soon. That you could pull through for just a little longer. But you were in agony, body broken and bloody. You didn’t want your parents to see you like this.

“Oh no no no, your dad has to feel the same pain I felt.”

You look over your shoulder, “M-My dad? What did my dad do to you?” Everett reaches down and grabs your hair, pulling you up to your knees.

“He killed my daughter, I’m only returning the favor,” he hissed, yanking down to put you on your back.

You yelped, your head making contact with the ground. “My dad would never do that!” He kicked you across the face, “Shut up! You don’t know!”

You went to retort but you could hear movement upstairs.

And that’s when you felt your will to live enter your body again. 

“Help! I’m down here, help me!”

You could hear the flurry of footsteps to the basement door and Everett pulled you to your feet.

He held most of your weight and pointed a gun at your neck as the door flew open and agents ran down the stairs.

“Everett North! NCIS put your weapon down!”

“Come any closer and I’ll shoot her!”

Everything suddenly became blurry, the voices around you muddling together. You didn’t know exactly what was happening but you could only assume it was shock or your body finally letting go and relaxing because you had a chance of living.

But before you learned the answer, everything went black as a gunshot rang out.

The first thing you noticed as you woke up was the incessant beeping of a heart monitor. Next was the fact that the lights were off. Then it was the weight of a large, calloused hand in yours.

“D-Daddy?” You rasped out, attempting to squeeze his hand. 

Beau’s head whipped up, “Oh, baby…” “Daddy, I-I’m so sorry,” you nearly sobbed out. “Shhh shh baby girl, no, it’s not your fault. It’s never your fault.”

All you could do was nod before you started coughing. 

He was quick to react, getting you a cup of water and offering it for you to take, afraid that if he tried to help he’d send you into a panic.

You take it and sip it carefully before giving it back to him. He grabbed your hand, “I’m so glad you’re okay, sweetheart. I’m so sorry this happened.” You shake your head, “Not your fault… he-he blamed you… but it’s not your fault.”

He smiled gently at you before pushing hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead and you sent him an identical smile. “What matters is that I’m okay… well that I will be okay.” He nodded and kissed your hand, “Yeah, you’re gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

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[floofefolf]

Lucifer X Dwayne the rock Johnson - a short fic

It was a warm day in hell. Like any ol’ day, huh. It was bright in the pride ring. Maybe dark in other rings. It's like countries, they have different climates. Gluttony is usually warm and filled with party. Lust is usually cold, full of sex, horny demons, and potentially weird ass shit. Envy and greed well, they were exactly what you'd expect from places called envy and greed. That's all that can be said.

Back to the “premise” of this whole thing. If there even was one. Lucifer. He was in his mansion. The Morningstar mansion, Perhaps? It has a nice ring to it. I'd personally want to stay in a place called the Morningstar mansion, idk ABT you though. I'd say magne mansion but, lucifer is no longer magne. It's Morningstar now, heh. Magne is like a dead name ngl. Except he was now never called magne. It's always been Morningstar.

Lucifer sat there. In his “throne room”, filled with rubber ducks. Filled with atmosphere. Ecstasy, maybe. Because rubber ducks fill him with such a lovely thing. Not the horny version though. Only his wife commence that. But there was a particular reason as to *why* he was sat down. At this moment. He was in his usual day to day outfit, of course. But something was out of the ordinary. Something very unusual.

You see, under his outfit, he had on another. One out of the ordinary indeed. One embarrassing. and this outfit, was the premise here. He is rethinking his life choices indeed. Wondering, what possessed him to wear such an outfit? Why did he wear this? Because he thought it was a good thing to order off of Amazon. Now he's kindof obsessed with this catboy look. How good.

Not good.

He is worried. Anxious if you will. Why? Because he fears one thing. One thing only. And that is, the fact that the manliest man in the history of men, will not see Lucifer Morningstar as a man. That is, fear. True fear. Who is the manliest man in the history of men, you may be potentially questioning?... Well- the answer is obvious. It's oh so obvious

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Dwayne.

Dwayne the rock Johnson. The most manly man in the history of men. Hes so manly that the pancake he devours grows six packs. How charming.. he's Lucifers idol. But he's also holding Lucifer back from his full potential. Lucifer worries too much about his opinion. His opinion on how he dresses n allat.

He's been holding him back ever since lucifers most recent true love - big bird. The only thing holding him back from going full femboy mode on him, is Dwayne the rock Johnson. He thinks about his opinions on this all too much. It eats away at his brain, tbh. And why? Because he wonders, if he let out his full femboy bottom persona, would Dwayne the rock Johnson come down and smash him, in the non sexual way? Smash him into the floor until he dies, then take the crown for himself? Who knows.

Lucifer wishes he did.

**”I'm truly sorry Dwayne the rock Johnson.”**

** **

He sadly said as he looked to the ground. He wasn't trying to be quiet. No, he was just trying to let out his sadness. He was sorry for failing his idol by becoming an absolute femboy. He was sorry for everything like Marcy Wu was sorry for sending her friends to a frog land and kinda being a bitch. Yeah, Lucifer is an amphibia fan, whatchu gon do ABT it??

**”Even when I fell from heaven, I knew I'd find a heaven down here… and being a femboy, that's my heaven.”**

It was like he was saying a ritual. As he was now outside his mansion, down on his knees, his hands clasped together, in a Christian praise pose. He didn't know any other. He used to be a Christian when he was in heaven. Tbh, was he heaven born? Prolly. And he was a damn good angel. But he's also a damn good angel in bed. So yeah what's your point…. He is an ultimate bottom, and hell even a rizz lord.

** **

**”And so, dressing as a catboy isn't a sin. It's manly. It can be manly. Aand if you praise Satan, know he's a peace of shit. Sorry it was obligatory to add…”**

He snickered at the thought of Satan hearing. That would be funny. But lucifer is indeed praying in hell. Kindof??? He was trying to communicate to Dwayne the rock Johnson. Something no one has ever tried. Why? Who knows. Maybe they a pussy idk bro. Dwayne down here is probably reffered to as Dwayne the cock Johnson.

Lucifer then got up and cleaned the dust from his pants. Then ripped off his clothes. Revealing the ultimate catboy outfit … thigh high socks; a skirt, a crop top hoodie, arm warmers, a choker, an catboy ears. Tis who he is… and if Dwayne the rock Johnson doesn't accept him, no one will. He also wants Markipliers approval, but that's a story for another day.

He walked into his mansion, sat back down, took a photo, and posted it to sinstagram. He is accepting his identity tbh….. good for him. He then Lowkey fell asleep. Great. He sure does hope Dwayne the rock Johnson receives his message. Otherwise it was all pointless. Stripping in public, praying as the king in public….. let's hope it went to good use. If it didn't, that's no good.

[stanathanxoox]

You Did Good

bumping shoulders into each other - Dwayne Pride x reader

The two of you are walking back to the cars after wrapping up the case, you’d handed over the suspects to the police, you’d been checked out after one of the suspects had pulled a knife on you and attacked you with it causing a small laceration to the upper arm which had luckily not required a trip to the hospital or any stitches.  To say Dwayne is proud of you and the way you handled yourself is an understatement, so he does the one thing he knows you will reciprocate fully and being on your uninjured side he bumps into your shoulder gently and you smile, returning the gesture.

“You did good out there Y/N” he says and you look up at the man that you admired so much and give a sheepish smile

“Really?” you ask and he nods

“Really, not everyone would be able to handle themselves the way you did Y/N, especially with someone carrying a knife but you did well” he praises. You reach out and give his hand a gentle squeeze

“Thanks Pride, I appreciate it” you say and he squeezes back, eyes not leaving yours as he does so. And suddenly like a magnet being drawn together, so are you, your arms wrapping around his neck as he wraps his around your waist pulling you closer as your lips crash together. And suddenly everything feels right in the world.

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[bella-goths-wife]

Michaels comfort

Platonic Michael x reader

You were running again, running from them and their sadistic ways

“We’ll find you eventually kid” Paul hooted out as he chased you “might as well just come home”

“Fuck off” you yell as you try and enter a nest but the door changes to stone as soon as your hand reaches for it thanks to your fathers mental manipulation

“No can do baby” marko laughs as he pops up behind you and grabs you by the waist “it’s punishment time”

“The punishment room sounds like a good place for you” Paul says as he boops your nose mockingly

“This is just a dream, this is just a dream” you mutter to yourself in an attempt to keep yourself aware enough to not be intimidated

“You stabbed your papa, that sounds like the perfect reason to put you in time out” marko snickers out as if you were prey and not his daughter

You screamed as they threw you into the dark punishment room. You clambered up to reach for the door but it closed and entrapped you in darkness, all you could make out was the laughter of your fathers before you felt a figure brush against you

“Boo” Paul says gleefully as he revealed his vampiric face to you. You scream loudly as he laughs and grips your neck.

———————————————————————

Your eyes opened as your body shot up from the couch you were sleeping on. A small yelp lets itself escape from your lips as you clutched yourself in a panic

You had been gone from the cave for a week and every night they sent you terrifying dreams to mentally torture you.

You felt warm tears drip down your cheeks as you pulled the blanket over your shoulders and clutched it in your hands.

You almost missed having Dwayne, who would comfort you after nightmares by dropping down from the top of the cave and coming to sleep with you in your bed.

This sparked an idea as you pushed down your pride and stood from the couch with the blanket still held over your shoulders

You made your way for the only bedroom in the apartment. You knocked gently on the door but received no answer so you cracked it open slowly.

You saw Michael spread across his bed with the sheets covering him. He was snoring gently and he had a small bit of drool in his lips.

“Michael” you shakily called out but you got no reaction so you repeated “Michael?”

“What?” He croaks out as he opens his eyes slightly and looked at you

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” You ask hesitantly as your body shakes in embarrassment

Michael is about to refuse, thinking you just want to sleep in the bed, but once he looks at you he changes his mind.

Your hair was messy and you had tears streaming down your cheeks. Your shoulders shook as you sobbed quietly with your blanket thrown over them and tightly clutched in your unforgiving grip. You reminded him of a scared child

Michael sighs as he throws the sheets open and motions for you to join. He moves husked away from the middle of the bed and you hurriedly clambered in.

You had your back to him and faced the wall as Michael lays awkwardly while staring at your back. He sees your shoulders still shaking as you sobbed. He feels sympathy pang in his chest as he turns you around and pulls you to sob into his chest.

Eventually you lay your head on his chest and attempt to sleep as he watches you with an arm thrown over you to hold you close.

You felt protected with him holding you close as your father once did. The only difference with Michael was that you could listen to his soothing heartbeat as you head lays on his chest.

Michael kisses your forehead comfortingly as he did with Sam all those nights when his dad became ‘scary’ and it was left for Michael to comfort his little brother

“It’s gonna be okay” he whispers gently as he rubs your shoulder reassuringly “they can’t hurt you here”

“Thanks dad” you mumble out half asleep and thinking he was Dwayne

This shocks Michael as he feels a warm feeling spread through his chest at the words. He kisses your forehead again before laying his head on his pillow and drifting to sleep with you in his arms, the girl he met a few months ago who somehow made him adore her and crept her way into his heart

[bullet-prooflove]

📂 for Dwayne Pride?

The first time Dwayne made love to you it was raining outside. He remembers the sound of the droplets hitting the glass as you moved together in the candlelight because the storm had shorted out the power. Your hair was still damp on his pillow and your skin cool from where the water had soaked through your clothes. His body heat had warmed you, radiating through to the very core of your being as he buried himself deep, his fingers lacing with yours.

It’s been a couple of months since then and whenever he hears the rainfall patter on his window, he thinks of that night, of your laugher, your smile, the way you gripped him so hard he’d seen stars when he’d come. More importantly, he thinks of you, the woman who stole his heart away, the one he knows he’s going to marry.

@kmc1989 @keyweegirlie

[ghoastixx]

Hi! This is a request for Josef and maybe some of the lost boys if that’s alright (and you can add anyone else if you would like too btw)

So this might be weird but If you don’t feel comfortable on doing it you don’t have too, anywaysss! How would they react to a 10’11 female whose buff and a whose also kinda like a tiger mutant who’s has thangs and sharp claws with stripes? And they growl and can roar??? THIS SOUNDS SO WEIRD IM SORRY (the reader is basically like a tiger but a mutant human tiger whoses really tall and acts like a tiger basically and doesn’t wear full clothes on like beads or stuff like that to cover themselves up)

Hey luv, thanks for the request, and don’t worry I don’t think it’s very weird-

AN: to everyone who has been sending me requests I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten to them, I see them and am in the process of writing them. Will get the pride ones out before pride month is over.

Slashers x fem tiger mutant! Reader

•Josef

-he loves you so much!?

-like it’s unhealthy, he’s obsessed.

-he sees you as a gift.

-the first time he saw you he was utterly baffled at your height. He really went O_O

-He’d ask questions about your beads or what your work out routine is while he’s debating on if he’s going to go through with it and kill you or not.

-When you two are dating he’d make it a goal to find all of your stripes, or scratch your ears.

-let’s be honest he’d probably bring Peachfuzz into it somehow as like a fetish so-

-He’d give you different cloths.

-thinks your fangs are so cool.

-he thinks your sexy.

-scratch this man’s back with your claws. He will become putty.

-Growl at him and he will moan. (Don’t shoot me I’m just the messenger)

The lost boys (together but somewhat separate)

-when they first saw you they probably mistook you for a vampire due to your fangs, but that was quickly dismissed

-Giant ego boost for David.

-Dwayne would take more of an interest in the art of you. Were you born like this? Do you work out or is it genetics? How do you eat? Where are your stripes? Do you have a balanced diet? The list goes on and on

-Paul uses it for bragging rights TM

-Marko would see you as a muse. An incredibly sexy muse at that.

-if part of your diets is blood? You’d fit right in to their hunting trips. But if not? You’ll have to turn a blind eye because the boys will come home dripping.

-Paul would probably use your strength as an advantage to win board walk games.

-growl at them? They will growl back.

-pick Paul up. Give Paul a piggy back ride.

-Ghoastix

My inbox is always open although it takes me a million years to respond!!!!

[ares-the-strange]

Love Stained Bathrooms

Pairing: Poly!Lost Boys + Star & Michael x Gn!Reader with dyed hair

Warnings: None

Towels were strung across your bathroom, careful not to get bright colours stained on porcelain sinks. Saran wrap, a pair of gloves and a tub of hair dye lay on top of the towel. You had mentioned wanting to dye your hair a different colour again and the boys were incredibly eager to assist with choosing a colour. Pulling the plastic gloves onto your hands you unscrewed the cap of the dye, the intentionally sweet smell filling your apartment’s small bathroom. 

Right on time the door’s lock clicked, the jingling of metal keys cluing you into the arrival of your boyfriends and girlfriend. “In here guys!” You yelled to them through a smile, always giddy and joyful to be able to see the people dearest to you. 

“Babe! I missed you so much!” Marko’s grin was almost too big for his face as he ran full sprint into the bathroom almost smacking you into the wall as he tackle hugged you. “Marko, careful, we don’t want to hurt them” David scolded, getting Marko’s best puppy eyes and pout in response, after all he’d never hurt you. On purpose. “What’re you doing kitten hmm?” He asked, gesturing to the equipment and dye displayed on your bathroom sink. 

“It’s pretty obvious David” Star answered, walking past the gaggle of boys to embrace you in a bear hug, giving you no shortage of pecks on the lips. You giggled in her arms, her swaying the both of you for a little bit before releasing you. 

“Without us?” Paul whined, joining Marko with an infamous pout of his own. 

“Not at all, I was just preparing, it’s a lot more entertaining with company” His pout almost immediately vanished at your reassurance, after all Paul was one of the most interested in the process of dying hair. “Did you get the colour we suggested, doll?” 

“Of course my love, it was a very convincing case you guys made” When in reality it was just Marko and Paul pleading like to little kids in a candy store, Dwayne and David were neutral on the matter but encouraged you to go with the colour the boys had suggested as it’d “look super cool”. A.k.a they knew the pair wouldn’t stop nagging you until you agreed. 

Poking his head around the corner Michael offered his help, not wanting to crowd the already cramped room anymore than necessary. You assured him you’d be able to do it by yourself and shooed everyone to the doorway of the room, the constant physical affection not too helpful while trying to dye your hair. Careful not to get the sludge on any surface other than the towel, you applied the colour to your hair. A few helpful directions towards missed spots were thrown your way every now and then, however the room was mostly filled with chatter between all of you. “At first I didn’t trust you boys to choose a good colour, but I apologise for my lack of confidence” Star joked, obviously taking a liking to the shade that was being massaged into your scalp. 

“Yeah, you look really cool y/n” Added Michael, his mouth slightly hung open, entranced by the pop of colour.

“You saying that it might of not looked cool?” Teasing Michael with a smile on your face as he begun stammering for his next words “I’m just messin’ with ya Mikey” You clarified, laughing, you couldn’t take the sight of the handsome boy stumbling over his words frantically, nervous at the slightest sign of offending you. 

Washing the spare dye from your hair, you began to towel dry your hair, congratulating Marko and Paul on their choice as they puffed out their chests in pride. “See, we told you it’d look good, little dove” Dwayne placed his arm on your waist, looking into the mirror beside you, an equally large smile placed on his pretty face. “We should do David’s next” He laughed, David immediately pointing a finger in both your and Dwayne’s direction.

“Don’t you dare even think about it” He warned, incredibly protective of his bottle blonde mullet. 

“I don’t know, I think it could use some colour eh boys?” Glancing towards Paul and Marko, their faces lit up at the opportunity. 

“No” David flat out said, danger in his voice serving as a warning as the pair began to brainstorm colours to suit him.

“It really does look good on you amare” A soft palm cupped your cheek, Star smiling sweetly at you as the three boys bickered in the background, Michael standing awkwardly as Paul tried to include him on their side. It was a nice little sight, everyone you loved standing together in a cramped bathroom in a shitty apartment that smelt of hair dye. What more could you want?

[oceansrose2002]

Hey!! I love your blog so muchhhh <333 your also very kind, from what I’ve seen! I was wondering if you could write Dwayne X Paul (from the lost boys, clearly)? I would love to see them in your style of writing together!! If not that’s absolutely fine!! I hope you are having a great pride month!!

Oh my god hi! Sure! I also love your blog like it’s amazing! Sorry if I’m rambling but hell yea I can do that! It’s gonna be as smooth as sugar honey! I hope your having a wonderful pride month as well! (I’m missing so many pride parades because I’m in Hawaii rn and I’m upset about it)

[judgementdaysunshine]

Oooh, could I request a song fic with Dwayne Pride x Reader based around the song, Bound to You by Christina Aguilera?

OOOH THIS IS SO BOMB @thebeckyjolene

Pairing:Dwayne Pride x GN Reader

Description:You fall more in love with Dwayne after he shows you he won't hurt and leave you

Bound to you

Sweet love sweet love trapped in your love

You had thought you could never be happy and have a man who truly loved you until you met Dwayne Pride,you were very cautious and untrusting of him at first but he didn't mind slowly showing he cared about you and earning your trust,you completely trusted him with your life and loved him but still had trust issues even knowing all of that.

I've opened up i'm sure i can trust

You opened up to him after being together 5 months telling him of your past,trauma,pain,and secrets you never tell anyone at all,getting emotional when he accepted you and loved you still not judging or abandoning you because of things you couldn't control at all having a more deeper love and bond with him and him knowing you were the one he wanted to have in his life.

I'm strong and i'm sure there's a fire in us

You found that you had both went through alot before and after meeting each other,many from him being an NCIS Agent and you being a person wearing a big kind heart on their sleeve,you grew to love each other more for it both as your own individual selves and together with each other.You admired each other telling people you knew how much of a hero you were to each other with such love and care.

I found a man i can trust and boy i believe in us

You knew after being together 8 months that you love him more than anything in the world also he is the first man you truly trusted in your whole life and who truly cared about you as a person and loved you for who you are and wanted to be with you not just to get something from you and then abandon you leaving you all alone with scars and terrified of loving people.

I am terrified to love for the first time

You and dwayne showed how you loved each other through everything from how you looked at each other,talked to each other,hugged each other,talked about the other,and laughed together to how you held each other in the night,saw every scar with love and compassion,kissed each other in every way,and made love to each other.When you and dwayne made love for the first time,everything was slow full of love and passion saying i love you from beginning to end holding each other showering and sleeping together after feeling nothing but unconditional love.

I'm bound to you

After being together for 2 years,you and dwayne het engaged later on having a small wedding on the beach in Puerto Rico with all your family and your very loved and trusted friends you both absolutely knew you were each other's match,as long as you had each other nothing in the world could ever change anything at all.

[stanathanxoox]

Chris!

gif is mine

Their bodies fitting together like they always were intended to become one. - Chris LaSalle x reader

There had been a loud bang, an explosion shook the ground, you turned from your interrogation of a suspect and your heart broke, tore in two as you felt like your everything had disappeared in an instant as you watched the building go up in flames whilst Sebastian held you back, tears streaming down your cheeks as you screamed at the top of your lungs. You waited for any sign that Chris had made it out of the building you had last seen him enter about five minutes before the bomb had gone off, a sign that he had survived and that you could finally act on these feelings that you were feeling for the man.  Finally you see Pride walking out of the building, helping someone walk and you gasp, you recognise that figure, you would notice it anywhere.

“Chris!” you scream as you break free from Sebastian’s grip and run towards him, and colliding into his body. You air the escape his lungs before you hear Dwayne say 

“Careful Y/N, he’s got ah bruised rib an’ will need ta be checked out” you nod before you turn your full attention towards the man who held your heart captive

“I’m so glad you are safe” you say before you tentatively place a chaste kiss on his lips

“Y/N?” he asks and you bite your lip and blush

“I have feelings for you Chris, I have for a really long time and I’m just really sorry that it took watching you almost getting blown up for me to realise it” you say and he cracks a smile as he pulls you closer to him, and boy does it feel right to be wrapped up in his embrace.

“Ya have feelings for me Y/N?” he asks and you nod shyly and he beams before capturing your lips for another kiss and he whispers

“Ah have for ya too Y/N” he admits and your heart soars happily.

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[bella-goths-wife]

Habits you picked up from the lost boys

Father lost boys x daughter reader

Dwayne

Your father had a small habit of muttering insults under his breath

You mostly witnessed this when he was around star and he felt jealous of her closeness towards you

He would hide his insults from your ears by muttering them instead, not very well apparently

Your shared habit was picked up by him when you and David got into an argument

David sent you to your room

And in retaliation you muttered “asshole” under your breath

Now you were only six at that time so David took your scolding lightly

But his head whipped back to look at you in shock when his vampiric hearing picked up on it

David then brought it up to Dwayne while ranting and Dwayne sweared that if his blood still flowed, it would have drained from his face

Dwayne now hyper focused on the habit that he had accidentally bestowed on you and he realised how much he actually did it

He tried to talk it out of you but even in your teens it still carried on

Marko

Your father had always bit his thumb when he was excited or anxious

And he was always excited to see his little girl

So this habit happened a lot when you were around

And you being a idolising kid, started to copy him

Whenever the two of you saw each other it was like a competition to see who could chew skin off their thumb the fastest

When Dwayne noted the similarity, marko felt a sense of pride

You love him so much you wanted to copy him? How adorable

He didn’t like however, having to clean up a cut thumb

He was a vampire so his nibbling breaking the skin would easily heal, your wouldnt

He tried putting anti chewing stuff on your thumb that tasted like fire, but you persisted

So marko gave up and just started buying more bandaids with smiley faces on them

Paul

Your papa had a small habit or pushing people when he laughed

If they told a joke he liked, he would push them away while laughing as a sign of appreciation

And he tended to do this to you when your clueless toddler self would do something unintentionally hilarious

He would obviously be gentler with you, that’s the part of the habit you didn’t pick up

One day when Paul was actually around, he told you a joke and you burst out laughing and pushed him with all your might

The shock seemed to make Paul fall to the ground as he looked at you and thought he was looking in a small child shaped mirror

The boys actually set up jokes when the two of you sit together to see who will crack and push the other one first

The boys hate this habit because now when they wanted to joke while cuddling with their young daughter, you would push them away while laughing with an eerily similar laugh to Paul’s

When James first witnessed all the habits you picked up from your fathers, especially Paul’s, he had a nightmare where he went to kiss you but you into each of your fathers faces

He swears one of the boys did it to fuck with him

(It was Paul and marko)

David

David always puts his cigarettes behind his ears after he gets it out of a pack

He does this so it can easily be reached when he wants to smoke

When you were a kid you idolised David with all your heart

He was partly your hero and partly your villain

So when you saw him doing this, you stole one of his cigarettes to do it but Dwayne caught you and scolded you

So instead you did it with a pencil

This transferred to you doing it in school and with small items

David noticed and was flattered but he didn’t say anything

He saw it as something that was his that you would carry with you for eternity

When the arguments started, you noticed the habit and fought against it

You didn’t want to be associated with David in any way, even through a small habit

So you broke this habit, with pencils

When you reached around sixteen you began smoking for real, and you managed to conceal it through miracle work to the point they didn’t even notice it until you turned eighteen

You would always put an unlit cigarette behind your ear when you smoked with James

What can you say

Like father like daughter

Someone requested this but I couldn’t find the original ask so thank you anon :)

Hope you enjoyed

Love ya ❤️