#poly lost boys x fem vampire reader

[britany1997]

Fate Yields For No One

Chapter Two

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Poly! Lost Boys x Max’s Daughter Reader

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Prologue, Chapter One

California, 1986

“I know you resent me now, but I’m only doing what’s best for you. I take care of my children, and I hope that in time you can learn to see me as your father.”

Fuck Max. Fuck California. Fuck everything.

The second you’d carved even a sliver of a life for yourself, it’d been forcefully ripped from you. You weren’t allowed to be free. You had been “gifted” with eternal life, but you couldn’t truly live.

Max saw himself as a savior. According to him, he’d rescued you from the gutter, from an impending death. But you’d died everyday since his fangs had sunken into your skin.

A stake through the heart was a kindness you would never be afforded. Your future had never been yours to control.

The room you’d been banished to at the top of Max’s house felt more like a gilded tower as the nights wore on.

You were semi-imprisoned by your self-proclaimed father, and semi-imprisoned by your own will. Max didn’t trust you enough to allow you out alone at night, but you’d be damned if you ever went out with him.

So you stayed, confined to your prison and guarded by Thorn. You seethed in malice, all alone.

Or sort of alone, as you’d done in life, you allowed yourself to escape to worlds within literature. Your bedside table was stacked with Mrs. Dalloway, The Bell Jar, and of course, Jane Eyre. What were you if not a mad woman locked inside a room. All you needed was a match.

You were skimming the pages of The Feminine Mystique when you heard a firm knocking on your bedroom door. Shortly after, Max entered, his tall, broad frame filling the doorway. “I want you to come to the video store tonight, in fact, I’d like you to start working there for me.”

You continued to read, refusing to so much as look at him as he spoke to you, “why’d you knock if you were just going to come in anyway?”

Max frowned, “you’ve been here for almost a month now and you’ve done nothing but refuse to acknowledge me and behave terribly.”

“Not true,” you said nonchalantly, holding up your book and finally meeting his eyes, “I’ve also been reading.”

Max’s head fell into his hands in frustration. “I’ve tried so hard with you but-”

“Tried what?” you interrupted, “thrusting the curse of immortality onto me without explaining what you were doing? Without telling me what it meant? Without giving me a choice?!”

Max crossed his arms, preparing himself for another of your monologues.

“Or maybe you mean ripping me from my home, from the life I’d made for myself. Because God forbid I do anything on my own, God forbid I allow myself to be happy for once in my unlife. No, you’d rather keep me under your thumb, calling yourself my father just to spite me.”

“Are you done?” Max asked, eyebrow raised.

“Might as well be,” you spit, “you can hear me but you never listen.”

“You mock me for calling myself your father, when all you ever do is act like a rebellious child.”

You grimaced and turned your eyes to the ground.

He stepped forward, “I don’t want to use it, but I will.”

You sucked in a breath at his words. He was referring of course, to his thrall.

As your sire, Max had completely power over you. If he chose to, he could utter the words and force you to do whatever he wanted.

Max had assured you that he wouldn’t use this power unless he deemed it absolutely necessary. Yet this didn’t set you at ease. The threat of your agency being stripped from you was constantly present in the back of your mind.

It was better for you to choose to do what he wanted, if it could be called a choice.

You sighed, dog earring your book and throwing it into your tote as you slipped it over your shoulder. You moved to walk out the door but paused in front of Max, “I hope you know how much I hate you.”

He sighed, a sad smile stretching across his face, “I do.”

You arrived at the video store to find that an application had already been filled out for you, and your employment had been approved.

You glared at Max as he pulled out your name tag, “this is demeaning,” you told him.

He rolled his eyes, “having a summer job you were given because of nepotism? Yes, no one has suffered as you have suffered.”

He clipped the name tag to your shirt, “enough with this attitude,” he whispered.

He turned to a pretty, curly haired girl working the counter, “Maria, this is my daughter,” you waved awkwardly, “she’ll be working here this summer, show her what to do.”

He turned back to you, “I’ve got to do inventory, listen to Maria she’s a nice girl.”

With that he patted your arm and headed to the back of the store.

Maria came out from behind the counter and offered you her hand, which you gladly took. “I’m Maria,” she smiled the most genuine smile you’d seen in a long time as she shook your hand, “I’ve been working the night shift alone for forever! I’m really glad to have you here.”

Your cheeks flushed at her words, “well, I’m glad to be here,” you said genuinely. It’d been awhile since you’d had anyone you’d been able to truly connect with.

In her smile you saw the potential for a confidant, something you desperately needed. Maybe you couldn’t tell her about the monstrous side of you, but you wanted her to know everything else. You wanted someone who truly knew you.

The night passed quickly as Maria taught you how to work the register, stock movies, and use the stores check out system. With the rest of your time you were content to listen as she rambled about her life.

You smiled softly as she told you about her friends, her classes, and her family. Maria was the oldest daughter of a huge, tight knit family. Five siblings meant she spent a lot of her weekends babysitting, but she didn’t seem to mind.

She gushed to you about each sibling, their personalities, their quirks, their likes and dislikes, by the end of the night you felt like you knew each of them. You were touched by her obvious care for them.

When the end of her shift came, you were holding back tears. She loved her family just as you’d loved yours. For the first time in a long time, you’d met a kindred spirit, for the first time in a long time, you had a friend.

When she’d finished packing up her things, Maria pulled you in for a hug. “It was so nice to meet you! I can’t wait to see you again for our shift tomorrow.”

Your heart swelled, “I can’t wait either!”

She shot you another one of her bright smiles before turning to head out the door. You beamed to yourself as you fiddled with the register.

“Hey babe, heading out already?” your ears perked up at the sound of someone speaking to Maria.

She giggled, “Paul, you know you’re not supposed to be in here anymore,” she sing-songed.

Paul sighed dramatically, “oh babe I’d stay away, but I’d miss seeing ya every night!”

Maria laughed once more, “we couldn’t have that now could we.”

You rolled your eyes at this Paul guy’s cheesy flirting, wondering why he wasn’t allowed in the store.

“Who’s the new chick,” Paul whispered.

You tried to ignore him as you counted the cash.

“Why don’t you see for yourself Paulie,” Maria teased, “I’ve gotta get going.”

“Sure baby, let me just turn on my charm.”

You could hear his voice dripping with fuckboy confidence. This would be good.

You were jolted from your thoughts by the repeated ringing of the bell on the counter. You sighed, turning around slowly, an annoyed expression on your face.

Your eyes met the blond man’s piercing blue ones, as you stared into them your frustration melted into shock.

Paul’s eyes widened as he realized who you were to him. You wished you could have stopped the word that fell from his lips.

“Mine.”

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[mamaskullz]

An Unforgettable Night~

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┊┋ Pairing: poly!lost boys x black!fem reader

┊┋ The Queen of The Damned/The Lost Boys AU

┊┋ Notes: the reader is a vampire, the daughter of Akasha

┊┋ Tw: blood, semi 18+ fluff

┊┋ ~Enjoy~ If you want come check out the masterlist

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After the almost brawl in the carousel that was interrupted by the security, David and the boys walked off the attraction staring at the group leaving an eerie smirk, David bumps into you as you were not paying attention where you were walking being mesmerized by the glowing lights on the boardwalk in the murderous capital, Santa Carla.

"Ow!", You said before your eyes opened looking at the person you'd bumped into. As your eyes set on the male through your green golden eyes that were captivating to others, you started observing the male out of habit you have, you seem to catch the intimidating charismatic charm that you were sensing as you completely forgot the rest of the boys that were hanging around observing them as they all had an intimidating vibe to their appearance, almost getting off the topic that she bumped into their friend. "Sorry", You said as your voice spoke with a semi thick smooth accent that you inherited from your mother.

"Are you alright miss?", David gives a charming smile, "Yes I'm fine", you spoke returning the smile looking straight into his blue eyes, feeling the intimidating aura which made your head tilt a bit. "Glad to hear it, would it be rude to ask for your name?", David asks already captivated by her beauty, as the group is looking at her with the same look David was giving but more a curious and hungry gaze towards you.

Feeling the gazes, you were getting as she knew very well what those gazes were as you stopped to think about your next words carefully, as you thought about what's your next response before speaking in a calm but intimidating tone, "Anippe. My name is Anippe.", David smiles and the other boys look and mutter you're name like you was beautiful creature amongst themselves, Marko whispers to Dwayne. "She is one beautiful woman."

"Agreed.", Dwayne agreed with Marko, the group's eyes are glued on you, as you got the boy's attention right away. Marko is giving himself courage up to speak to you. As you saw them speak amongst themselves, with the gelid wind flowing along with the lights were coming from the attractions around ya'll, beaming on your chocolate skin looking up at the night skies seeing the moon for a bit before your eyes were focused back on the boys. "Well, it was nice to meet you David, and I apologies for bumping into you", you said without David giving you his name, you gave them a smirk before walking on your way giving a look back to the group of boys with a confident walk off getting glances from men all around at the carnival.

David smirks as he watches as you walk away. The group starts to follow you from a distance, they continue to talk about you and your appearance. They have all been caught by your beauty, and they are intrigued by you. While you walk on the wooden floors of the boardwalk, you had a feeling that you would be seeing them again but you know that don't want to get caught up with them as your thoughts were on contacting Marius about updates on your parents that are statues and were in Marius watchful eyes before an interruption from your thoughts coming from your stomach, slowing reaching to touch feeling the hunger grow as you stopped in your tracks closing your eyes while coming in contact with delicious aroma clouding in the air above you with your eyes opening looking at the people who were walking by enjoying their time at the boardwalk having a bloodlust gaze but you try your best to resist the sensational urge of the sweet taste of blood until hearing a faint womans voice telling you to 'feed my child' knowing good and well whose voice it was, as your mothers voice was speaking through you with the connection you have since you were birthed as the first child of the queen encouraging her to be the prodigy princess to feed on the humans.

With David and the boys walking closer and closer towards you not letting you out of their sight. The more the group walks the more Marko's gaze becomes obsessive, he has such a strong desire to feed off of you as his mouth waters and saliva drops out of his mouth as they get closer. David is amused seeing one of his men so worked up by a lady, he can't blame Marko he thinks. David begins to walk a bit quicker.

Interrupted from your hunger, your lips grew into a smirk. "Such young ins with desire of hunger, reckless with their abilities", with each word you spoke to yourself, you started back walking but this time you were going to lead them on to their fates, letting them walk into your trap. As you continuously walk, seeing all the attractions on the boardwalk hearing the guy's cat call you while you just don't pay them any mind knowing you can rip out their hearts feeding on them, you already have your eyes on the group of boys that were following you.

The group of boys continues to follow you, as they get closer to you the more your smell becomes stronger and more arousing to the group as they lick their lips, Marko whispers to himself, "She's perfect, look at her, look at her skin and her beauty." Marko starts to follow you at a faster rate, he is now running his fingers through his hair that was full of his golden curls with his mouth is watering. The other boys are picking up the pace while trying to follow up with Marko.

You decided to cut a corner entering an empty alley on the boardwalk where it was dark, and no one could see as you smirk waiting for her boys to enter their fates. To your surprise Marko was the first one you grabbed with your reflexes having him pinned up to a wall your incredible strength looking him up and down observing and sizing him up giving him a smirk. "Such a cutie this one is, but such a reckless one as well. Haven't your teacher ever taught you to be patient when you feed?", Speaking to Marko leaning in closely to his neck sniffing, smelling the sweetest blood of the damned as your hunger grows more to your attention.

Marko's heart is racing from the sudden surprise and the close proximity to you getting a close look at you, he finds it difficult to keep quiet. You could hear his heartbeat and when you started to sniff his neck as he lets out of a shudder. "W-what do you m-Mean?", Marko is trying to keep himself together and trying to keep his cool, but he is feeling the desire and hunger. His body is beginning to feel hot.

A smirk arose hearing how his sudden cool intimidating slowly shrinks by your mysterious intimidating aura, before they were interrupted by the rest of the group appearing as their sights were on the sexual tense scene seeing their boy Marko being the one that was pinned up before your grip lets him go but not entirely as your hands were on his chest. "I was wondering when the rest were joining."

David arrived the closest to Marko, when they got there, he looked at the scene with shock, as Marko had a look of fear and lust at the same time on his face. David can see his men all looking at you with different expressions, one looks with fear, one has the same look as Marko but with a more controlled tone to it. David looks at you with intrigue, he is drawn to you, he can feel the same desire as his men but more under control.

"So much tension in the air mmm~ So much desire out in the open~", Your tone in your voice gotten softer but with a seductive touch towards it with your eyes trailing on the boys as you lean closer back to Marko letting your lips brush off of Marko with the tension get more intense for them, enjoying the looks and desire that the boys were giving like they wanted to devour you, making you theirs, your hunger overtook you but with the sexual tension in the air, you had your mind set that wanted to have some fun with them, changing the course of your plan. " You boys haven't had your thirst satisfied yet?", You'd asked them while you looked deeply into Marko's blue-green eyes teasing him with the soft touches of your lips brushing off of his, giving the boys a little show, already can smell the lust off of them as you started to feel a tint in Marko's tight pants that were trying to poke but Marko tried to keep his growing bulge down. Smirking from the excitement he tried to hide, you lean towards his ear whispering something that will take effect as soon as his slumber comes.

All the boys have a lustful glance watching the show you were giving and wondering what you whispered to their boy, Marko. "Can we have a turn?", Dwayne whispers to Paul jealous of Marko, Paul smiles and nods. David and the boys look at each other with the same desire, David speaks in a hushed voice* "Marko stop being a p*ssy, take charge."

Marko's eyes widen and his hunger grows, he looks at his friends as he pushes himself towards you, as he now tries to hold you by pulling you closer to him. Hearing them trying to encourage Marko to take control you quickly shut it down when you pushed him back with your strength now got him back pinned against the wall revealing your fangs looking at the boy. "What a Bad Boy you are", You teased before your green golden eyes now on the two boys who encouraged him giving them a smirk and a sudden air kiss before your eyes came back to Markos, slowly start to feel the sexual frustration tilting your head , as his bulge became more noticeable for the guys to see with you leaning close to his neck, letting him feel the warm breathe hitting his exposed skin before you licked his neck.

Marko feels the warm breath and his blood boils and heats up. He can feel the blood running through his body more as his heart pumps faster and faster. Until he starts to feel your hand on his covered bulge, attending to it making him wince at the action, wanting more as he slowly closes his eyes loving the feeling of her hands on his erection which made yourself smirk even more while you rub his needy bulge wanting to hear him break out into a moan. With a lot of sexual tension between them as Marko's friend's watches feeling the tint in their pants growing, David speaks up, and his tone is cold and dangerous. "Back off Marko.", David walks up to them, David is staring at you with hunger in his eyes, his blood boils with desire like his other members. David gets in-between the both of you, with you stopping in the midst of rubbing Marko's clothed bulge leaving a sad Marko with a hard-on.

With the sudden let go once David got in between you two, you didn't get mad at it but intrigued at the sight of a hungry David. "Why not? Jealous that he might have the first taste?" Teasing the leader of the group, your hands reaching up touching the cold leather that he was wearing seeing your sharp nails almost clawing the leather making a small indention that would fade with your eyes now deeply into his blue eyes just like you were with Marko's, seeing his desires and how frustrated he's getting taking it as a challenge to test him, to see how long for he acts out. "I know what you desire David, I know what these boys desire. The hunger, The thirst... But I can tell that you only feasted on the humans but never had the taste of the rich blood of the daughter of the damned, meaning You Can't Handle It", Whispering the last bit to him as you got closer staring at his neck before back into his eyes.

"I might not have gotten the taste of the rich blood from other damned immortals, but I am curious, how does your blood taste?", David leans up close to you, as he looks at your neck, getting more and more tempted, wanting your blood, he feels the bloodlust grow stronger, like his body is telling him something. The group is watching them in a trance, and they are all in awe of the scene playing out.

"This our first meeting David" smirking seeing how his hunger is growing with one of your hands moving from his jacket to now cupping his chin. "But since the curiosity killed the cat, I'll gift you what you and your boys will be tasting...", as you spoke while leaning in opening your mouth and sliding your tongue in David's mouth kissing his lips with a desirable passion with it, fighting for dominance letting your tongue explore his mouth before you bit your tongue in the process as your blood gushes in his mouth while you two having a steamy hot kiss, giving the rest of the boys a show. 

David doesn't hesitate, he lets you kiss him letting you win the fight of dominant this time as he kisses back passionately. Your blood tasted rich, with unique flavor to it, it was a strong hunger you had given to David that he had never tasted. David pulls you in and the lust between you two is so much that his blood boils. He has the same lustful expression as Marko has. The other boys are watching intensely, they are jealous of David, but they also want to feed from you, all of them are starting to drool as they are so hungry to taste your blood.

 Breaking the steamy hot make out session you given David letting some of your blood coming from your tongue drip onto your chin, seductively licking it as it was started to heal on its own while she looks at David. "There's Plenty of More where that came from but not tonight... Once we meet again, I'll let yall get the whole meal that'll have you desire for more", As you smirked licking the tip of his lips taking a step back from him with you looking at the rest. "Boys", You spoke before you speed off in the night disappearing from their sights almost forgetting your hunger as you'll probably find a rat or if you're lucky a pig you come across to feed on. But now you have the boys to think about and wondering how impatient they'll get when the night comes.

As soon as you speed off the group look at one another with the biggest grins, the boys are drooling, and they talk about how beautiful you were. "Damn, she is hot. Look at the way her blood was so delicious and rich, she has such a sweet taste.", David spoke already replaying the steamy kiss in his head. "She is definitely one hot chick, she knows how to kiss like a goddess!", Marko responds with the aching hard throbbing bulge you left him, as the boys all nod their head in agreement, all of them licking their lips, some of them sniffing the air still smelling your scent.

David wipes his mouth from the residue blood you had left, it has a sweet taste. "We will meet her again.", He says to his boys. "For now, the hunt is on. We need to prepare for the next hunt." The boy's nods hyping each other up but they were still hungry after the encounter with you has left them even hungrier especially David, they went back to who their original target was. As the boardwalk starts to close with all the lights turning off all at once, the security guard was heading towards his car after locking up, feeling a gust of wind picking up his head turned to look up seeing the boys hungry, hearing his screams of fear, they picked him up off the ground feeding on him in the sky. With another poor soul had been chosen by the group of hungry vampires, they all attack and consume the security guard. Each and every one of them is getting more and more satisfied as they consume the rich blood. The group is finishing off the last bit of blood, as a group they seem happier and more content. David looks at his boys and looks at them each individually. "Well that was fun, but I sense something special on the horizon, something or someone we shall be hunting together." He grins as he looks at his boys eagerly.

~A/N~ Hope you enjoyed this~

[americancowgirl19]

Spells and Chaos

Summary: Spells are preformed, and chaos ensues. 

Warnings: violence, spells, threats, angst, fluff

Reader: Female Witch Reader

Pairings: Poly!Lost Boys x Female Reader

Word Count: 2937

A/n: Another part? @thelostboys-posts - @piscesnyx - @stickywinnerpastabakery - @a-marie-a - @cleocat246​ -

Masterlist - Part One - Part Two

Normal wasn’t the easiest thing for the boys to maintain. Every time that boy... what’s his name? Michael? Every time that boy in transition looks at you, stands too close or tries to flirt, you can see murderous intent in all of their eyes.

You had to forbid them from killing him. Keeping Star’s love interest alive is the least you could do for putting her in danger and using her body. You weren’t sure if they were going to listen to you but so far, the kid is still alive. He liked to push his luck, though.

Out on the pier the boys stuck together and caused mischief knowing Max was always watching. People talked about them often, so everything they did somehow reached Max’s ears. That meant they couldn’t suddenly monopolize your attention or cling to you like they wanted. You also had to wander around and seem aloof to everything. It was a rough few days before the full moon.

In the cave, away from prying eyes, was a totally different story. Once it was just the boys, you, Michael and the small child, their true nature came out. They refused to allow Michael within three feet of you, Laddie was still welcome for cuddles, but he was a small child not a hormonal teenager.

“Star, is everything alright?” Michael asks, walking along the beach with you. 

“Why would something be wrong?” You ask, glancing at him. He stops, giving you a strange look. 

“I know I haven’t been around for a while, but you used to hate the other guys. They made you uncomfortable and they’re controlling but now you’re all over them. What’s going on?”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t understand,” You try to vaguely explain to him. “Just give me some time, alright?” You ask, trying your best to be flirtatious but it felt wrong. You grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze while stepping close to him. Just like that you could tell you had him wrapped around your finger. Deep down men are all the same. A flirty smile, soft words, and a little touch can go a long way. “Everything will be better after the full moon but until then just keep quiet and be patient... Can you do that for me?” Michael nods mutely. “Good,” You perk, kissing his cheek before withdrawing from him completely.

“Hey Star! Let’s go!” David shouts from the road. You give Michael another playful wink to help calm him down before skipping over to your mate. You climb onto the back of his bike, holding him close. The instant your secured around him he takes off with the boys in tow leaving Michael behind in their dust.

When the five of you reach your little piece of home they turn the bikes off, coming to your side in an instant. Normally, they’d spend the entire night terrorizing the town but until they could do that openly with you by their side, they were always eager to return home.

“If you touch him again, I won’t care that you want to keep him alive for Star. I’ll slaughter him where he stands,” David says, turning to face you after climbing off the bike.

“Even if it’s in the middle of the pier? With the whole town watching?” You wonder, stepping toe-to-toe with him. Your eyes remained locked together, your hand lifting and sliding past his jacket to touch his chest. 

You hum when one of your boys, your beautiful Paul, presses up against your back. His large hands grip your hips, and he rubs against you.

“I’ll string him on top of the Ferris wheel so that everyone can have a good view of what happens when you touch our girl,” David vows, pinching your chin. You hum, arching into him, Paul squeezing your tighter.

“Sexy...” You whisper. “Unnecessary but sexy,” You comment, sending him a wink before slipping from their arms. David growls following after you as Paul hops to your side, his arm draping around your neck. They both wanted nothing more than to grab you, shove you against the nearest wall and fight for dominance knowing you’d never just submit to either of them. 

If only you weren’t in Stars body...

You were beginning to hate being in this body. You missed yourself and you hate not being able to be more intimate with the boys. They refused to go any further than innocent touches and intense cuddling while you’re in Star. You appreciated the sentiment, but you haven’t been with anybody since you left them, and you were becoming impatient.

Eventually the night of the full moon came. You were beyond nervous, doubtful thoughts creeping into your mind, but you knew you had to ignore them. You had to try and free them from Max - you’ve been successful before you can do this.

But you’ve never gone against a vampire like Max. He’s the strongest one you’ve ever encountered, not to mention this one is personal with everything on the line. You’ll have to perform the spell quickly knowing that he’ll sense the spell in motion the instant you start.

“Hey, flower,” Marko whispers, coming in front of you, gently pulling you from your thoughts. He gives you a smile, resting his hands on your hips. “You doing, ok?”

“I’m scared,” You whisper, confiding in him. He nods slowly, lifting a hand to caress the side of your face.

“Yeah, we are too,” He laughs a bit. You huff, laying your head on his shoulder. “We have faith in you. All you gotta do is preform your witchy woo and let us handle anything else,”

“What if I fail?” You whisper, clutching him tighter. He doesn’t hesitate to hold you closer, his head rubbing against yours.

“This is our all or nothing, princess. No matter what, we’re not dealing with Max ever again. If we fail, then we’ll just find each other in another life,” Marko shrugs. “We’ll have our happily ever after,” He promises. 

“Thank you, Marko,” You whisper, giving him one last squeeze. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Do you have everything you need?” Dwayne asks, coming up to you only when you pull from Marko not wanting to interrupt any comfort you need.

“Yes,” You nod, adjusting your bag. “I’ve scouted a spot in the woods. We should get going. The spell will take a while and Max will know when I start... He’ll try to stop it,”

“We’ve got you, babe,” Marko promises, Paul coming up behind you. 

“Just a couple more hours and we’re free,” Paul whispers in your ear. “And you can return to your body, and we’ll be free to truly celebrate our reunion. That sound good, baby?” 

“Perfect,” You whisper, leaning back against him. “Come on,” You mutter, pulling from Paul leading your boys out of the cave. You all climbed onto the bikes, David pulling you towards his like always - he loved to hog you when you all road the bikes.

You directed them away from the boardwalk and beach, deep into the forest. Eventually you ditched the dirt bikes and continued to lead them to the spot you had found.

“So, how does this work?” David asks when you reached your destination. 

“How this works is that I perform the spell and you stay out of my way and be quiet,” You state with a sly grin on your face. The other three grin having remembered what you were like when performing spells. You didn’t like to be interrupted.

You drew a circle with specific symbols inside before lighting six fires. One for each of your boys, one for yourself, and one for Max. You then took out the vials of blood and clippings of hair.

“Are those ours?” Paul couldn’t help but to ask. You hummed. 

“And when did you get them?” David asks, crossing his arms.

“You are heavy sleepers,” You answered with a smirk.

“Sick,” Marko grinned, excited to see you in action again.

“Now, when I burn these, you’ll feel a sensation. I’m binding all of us to this spell and I’ll be able to cut the tether Max has on us all. When I do Max’s, he’ll instantly know what’s going on,” You warn.

“We’ll be ready for him,” Paul assures you, the other hissing in agreement.

“Alright then,” You whisper. “Let the games begin,”

One by one you bind the boys to the spell, the fires roaring when you add the blood and hair. You then do yourself, saving Max for last. You give them each a look, only when they silently encourage you do you complete the binding.

From there you close your eyes and whisper the incantations as quickly and precisely as you can. You hold your hands over the fires, the flames becoming warmer by the second.

“He’s coming,” You whisper, sensing your brother on the move. The boys perk in alert. “He knows where we are,”

“Keep going,” Dwayne quickly urges, sensing the spell dying out as your attention diverts. “Trust us to handle this, just break the bond,”

“We’ll protect you,” David vows.

“Don’t get yourselves killed or this will be all for naught,” You whisper, opening your eyes for a moment.

“Trust us,” Dwayne urges. You give a sigh and a nod before returning to the spell.

“I knew something was going on,” Max says, arriving to the field you have chosen. “Looks like my sister has returned and is already getting to work,”

“We won’t be your slaves anymore,” Paul snarls. Max smirks, letting out a laugh.

“And what makes you think you’ll escape from me?” He asks. “You really think a little spell is going to break the sire bond?” 

“You’ve always underestimated her,” David said.

“On the contrary, I’ve always known what she’s capable of. I knew she’d return for you all eventually and when you guys started to act differently, Star included, I knew she had returned,” Max said. “My only saving grace was the fact that there was a couple of days between her arrival and the full moon, giving me time to prepare for whatever she had planned,”

“You’re too late,” Marko says bravely.

“We’re not letting you near her,” David states, bringing Max’s attention back to him. “And soon she’ll be done with the spell, and it’ll be us against you. And admit it, old man, you’re out of practice,”

“I can admit that, but it seems that you’ve underestimated me, David. What a pity,” Max whispers. The boy’s glance at themselves before spinning around when they heard your gasp loudly.

You’re kneeling on the ground, hunched over with your hand covering your side. The scent of blood fills their noses as your side begins to bleed. Paul races to your side but Dwayne stops him short.

“Let me go!” Paul snarls.

“If you break the circle the spell will be interrupted and she’ll have to start over,” Dwayne snarls in his ear.

“What’s happening to her?” Marko asks, frantically standing on the edge of the border. 

“You’re all so focused on keeping me from breaking the circle that none of you have thought to protect her true body. It’s open for the taking, her protection spell was easy to break once she begun this ritual,”

“Fuck,” Paul curses, prepared to leave the forest and get to your body but then Max’s stupid demon dog arrived with a handful of fresh vampires.

“So, you all can make the decision between racing for her true body and maybe saving her from death or staying here and try to keep us all out of that circle. Either way, that spell isn’t going to be completed,”

Their attention returns to you when you scream, falling onto your back. More wounds make themselves known, killing you slowly.

Marko lashes out first, killing the first newborn vampire beside him. This triggers the fighting, all four of them desperately keeping the vampires away from your circle.

Amazingly, through your pain, you try to continue the spell. It works slowly which makes Max all the more desperate to stop you.

“We have to get to her body!” Paul shouts, ripping a random man’s head off.

“Marko!” David shouts. “You’re the fastest, go!” He orders. Marko snarls kicking the demon dog away from him and across the forest before jumping into the air.

“Do not let him reach her!” Max shouted orders. A few vampires manage to get past the boys, but they trusted Marko to handle them.

“I don’t have much left,” You whisper, feeling your energy wane. Dwayne turns from the fighting and kneels as close to you as possible.

“Save your energy, princess,” Dwayne whispers. “You staying alive is much more important than completing this spell,” 

“Do you really think he’ll let us live after this?” You whisper, pulling yourself closer to him. Neither of you break the circle. “This chance is all we have,” Dwayne huffs, whining slightly in frustration.

“Is there anything we can do?” He asks, keeping his eyes on you as you look past him to Paul and David, both of whom have finished off the rest of the vampires and are taking on Max.

“Kill him the instant this spell is over,” you tell him.

“With pleasure,” He snarls, with a sadistic grin. “Give it your all, baby,” 

You nod tiredly watching him turn to his brothers and aiding them in their fight. You muster up as much energy as you can and begin the spell once more. You can feel the end of the spell coming. You’re so close and even as you feel another wound appearing on your back you push to the end.

When the spell is complete the fires all go out at once. When the sudden darkness appears, everyone pauses. They all stare at you, the moon light shining brightly.

“It’s done,” You whisper. “Kill him,” You snarl. They boys don’t bother holding back, tearing into Max as you collapse onto the forest floor.

When you awake, you’re lying on the bed inside the cave. Your entire body is stiff, and your head feels like it’s splitting open. You don’t recall what made you feel this way at first but as you sit up and massage your skull the memories slowly return.

“Y/n?” Marko asks, hesitantly. Your eyes open and turn to look at him. He’s standing a few feet, looking unsure as if he wasn’t convinced you were you.

“Is he dead? Did it work?” You ask, your heart hammering in your chest. The second it takes for him to reply is the most intense moment you remember experiencing; a million possibilities race through your mind causing you to almost miss his answer.

“He’s gone, flower... You did it,” Marko reassures you with the widest grin. Your head slowly processes his words.

“He’s gone...” You whisper. “He’s really gone...”

In a way you couldn’t believe it. You don’t remember a moment of your life where Max wasn’t controlling the way you lived. Even when you disappeared, he had a hold of you through your mates. You’ve never experienced freedom before and now that you suddenly had it... what were you going to do?

“Y/n!” Paul shouts, shoving past Marko practically leaping onto the bed. You laugh forgetting about your soreness and headache as the happiness of your success takes over.

Paul shoves you onto you back and connects his lips with yours. Your arm wrap around his back, your nails clawing at him desperately. Paul moan slipping between your legs, grinding against you needily.

It’s only when he pulls away - more like when Marko rips him off of you so that he could get a kiss - did you realize you’re in your original body. You didn’t know where Star was, and you had every intention to ask about her but then Marko was kissing you and you easily got sidetracked.

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” Marko whispers against your lips.

“We missed you so much,” Paul adds, lying beside you, his lips going to your neck.

“Star?” You manage to get out, though you struggled to focus as your two boys groped, grinded, and kissed every inch of your body while pulling at your clothes.

“At Michaels safe and sound,” David assures you. Your eyes go to the end of the bed seeing David watching with lust filled eyes and Dwayne beside him. 

“They have Laddie with them. All human,” Dwayne continues, pushing Marko to the side so he could climb on top of you. “And now Max is gone and you’re back in your body... and we have you all to ourselves,”

“It’s been too long,” You whine, arching into him begging for his touch, his kiss, his anything. Unable to hold himself back, he gives you both what you desperately need - a sweet yet borderline pornographic kiss meant to stake a claim more than anything.

Dwayne straddles your hips and leans back. You chase after him, not wanting to break the addicting kiss. David slips behind you, grabbing a fist full of hair (if you have the hair for it otherwise, he grabs your chin and forcefully turns your head to him) and pulls you back against him stealing your lips from Dwayne.

With Dwayne in your lap, David at your back, and Marko and Paul at your sides you feel more complete than you’ve ever felt before. The loneliness and longing you’ve felt throughout the years are finally over. Now that you have them, and your freedom, you’ll never give either up.

[prettywhenibleed]

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

18+ 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖌 ~ 𝖒𝖉𝖓𝖎

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𝕴 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊:

Rape Incest Pedophilia

𝕴 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊:

Poly Legal Age Gap Platonic Smut Kinks Angst Self Harm Fluff Gore Yandere Abuse/harassment

𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘 𝕴 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗:

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖘:

Paul, Dwayne, Marko, David, Michael

𝕹𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐:

Severen

𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖑:

Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Lucifer, John Winchester, Castiel

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕭𝖞 𝕸𝖊:

Ace Merrill

𝕭𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖊𝖉:

Bill, Ted, Billy The Kid

𝕻𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖗:

Duncan Vizla

𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓 𝖂𝖎𝖈𝖐:

John Wick

𝕱𝖎𝖈 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙:

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕭𝖔𝖞𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕾𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖑 𝕭𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖊𝖉 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕭𝖞 𝕸𝖊 𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓 𝖂𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝕻𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖗 𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘

Dividers by:

@wanwanparty, @omiyours & @violetbudd

[sunkendreams]

kickstart my heart.

REQUEST SUBMITTED BY @darklylucid

“Paul’s always been flirty, and you’ve never really taken it seriously. After a minor incident on the boardwalk, Paul decides that he’ll make you take him seriously, one way or another.”

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

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓. | one-shot — requested.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. | 6.8K.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. | SMUT (mdni), friends to lovers, jealous!paul, paul is really flirty/touchy, oral sex (f!receiving), spit as lube, choking (m!receiving), hair-pulling, paul is definitely a mess, dirty talk, pet names (baby, girl, sweet girl), cowgirl, vaginal sex, scratching, biting, bloodplay (he’s a vampire), breastplay (paul loves your tits), fingering, clothes ripping, groping, nasty sex, manhandling, paul isn’t gentle

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. | i’m back and literally going insane for the lost boys ,,, thank you to @darklylucid for requesting this !!! first time writing Paul and it was so, so much fun! dwayne is up next, so prepare yourselves for that! also working on a poly!lost boys x reader series ,,, so yeah!

A cloudless dusk fell over Santa Carla, sky littered with millions of stars that hung above, providing a rather attractive backdrop to a less-than-savory town. The boardwalk was more alive than ever — it transformed with nightfall, becoming a den of depravity and mystique, coupled with the liveliness of families and the carnival atmosphere.

You were situated atop a blanket, feet partially buried within the cool sand as you sat on the beach. A concert took place many feet away as you watched people clamor from the staircase to the growing crowd. The rancor of music reverberated throughout the air, accompanied by the cheering and applause from onlookers.

Saltwater lapped at the gray shoreline, moon hanging overhead to light the way. You always came to the boardwalk at night — you made plenty of friends, but you happened to have a peculiar bond with a pack of vampires. It wasn’t intentional — you never meant to befriend them like you had, but you didn’t regret a thing.

The familiar roar of motorbikes resonated in the near-distance, splitting past swarms of carnival-goers as they descended the steps. It never took very long for them to find you, bearing down upon you like a pack of hyenas.

Marko’s laughter filled the air as he and Dwayne pulled up along the terrace above you, parking their bikes next to the length of black grating. David and Paul followed suit, hauling Star and Laddie in-tow. You were more focused on the gleam of the moonlight hitting the water and the seashell you’d been turning over within your palm.

A thump resonated from your left side, and you nearly shrieked, jumping from your own flesh as Paul landed atop the blanket. He scooped a finger against your chin, plump lips pulled back to reveal his pearlescent smirk. A faint aroma of stale cologne and hints of marijuana clung to him, but that was commonplace.

“Hey baby,” Paul crooned, kicking one leg up against his chest as the rest of the boys lingered around the balcony, save for Marko. He descended from above like a cat leaping toward perch, landing in the sand with grace. His presence was intentional, solely to agitate Paul. “Where’ve you been?”

Paul’s constant flirtation was something that you were used to — painfully so. You always wrote it off as something casual, a facet deeply ingrained into his wild and spontaneous personality. Paul often flirted with anyone that had a pulse and smelled appeasing, and that included you. It was fun to watch, but sometimes you wished that he meant it.

With a huff, you attempted to swat his hand away, but he was swift, arm resting atop his propped knee as he idly bounced his head to the music. “I’ve been here,” You mused, offering a kind greeting to Marko. “Where else am I supposed to be?” You inquired, tracing the pad of your thumb over the seashell’s ridges.

Paul’s nose wrinkled slightly. “I can think of a few places,” He mused, plucking at the top of your blouse. “You gonna come down tonight?” He asked, referring to you joining them in the cave. You normally went there with the group if they were satiated and fed. You were still human, after all — being in a nest full of vampires probably wasn’t the safest or smartest idea.

“Maybe,” You shrugged, feeling Paul perch his chin atop your shoulder. The physical aspect of his flirting always made your heart race, thrumming just underneath your collarbone. Your gaze flickered toward him, brows furrowing together. “What?”

“Please?” Paul insisted, lips twitching into a Cheshire smirk, teeth and all. “Wanna hang out with you.” Of all the pack, you were closest to Paul, but sometimes, you didn’t want to be. His constant touching and lascivious nature often left you wistful and confused, aching for something that he couldn’t give you.

“Don’t listen to him,” Marko interjected, busy ogling a wandering group of beachgoers — a gaggle of younger women hanging off of the arms of burly men. It smelled like potential dinner for him. “He found a guitar.” That was all you needed to know.

A giggle escaped you as Paul threw a handful of sand toward Marko, which happened to land against his patchwork jacket and golden curls. His visage contorted into a sour expression, glaring daggers at Paul before he stood up, shaking all of it out in the process.

“You found a guitar?” You asked, watching as Paul pushed your legs flat against the blanket, allowing him to rest his head within your lap. Admittedly, your heartbeat betrayed you — you wanted to be annoyed by the gesture, but instead, you let it go.

To Paul, you smelled outrageously wonderful — better than anything he’d had before. It was an amalgamation of softer, floral perfumes coupled with whatever wash you used. He detected peach and vanilla, sweeter aromas that clung to you like a pleasant haze.

His hair was akin to that of a lion’s mane, viciously unruly as it flew around him like a halo. “Yeah,” Paul replied, somewhat distracted by your scent. “Y’know, I didn’t find it. I stole it from these amateurs up by the empty lot.” Yoo assumed that these ‘amateurs’ were no longer alive, either.

“Aren’t you considered an amateur too, Paul?” You mused, reclining back upon your hands, letting yourself sink into the soft, white sand. As you glanced down toward your lap, Paul was staring at you for what felt like an eternity, and you couldn’t discern if it was out of offense or something else.

“You’re gorgeous,” Paul mumbled, tracing one of his ring-adorned digits over the expanse of your clothed stomach. “Lookin’ good enough to eat.” He mused, and while you would’ve initially brushed off that comment, he said it with a peculiar warmth.

Goosebumps erupted along the column of your spine, causing you to shift slightly. His finger didn’t stop moving, flicking around the ruffled cotton. He wished that it was your flesh — warm and soft, waiting to invite him in. You never took any of his flirtation to heart — in truth, it might’ve been his fault, but he wanted to make you see.

You belonged to him.

With a soft exhale, you attempted to mask your shudder of delight, absentmindedly nibbling along your lower lip. “Very original,” You uttered, twisting away from his touch as if it would incinerate you. It was all meaningless — mindless sweet nothings spoken from a very precocious individual. “You’re a genius.” You teased, voice becoming slightly sardonic.

“You are,” He insisted, comfortable within your plush lap. Your scent did little to ease his feelings, overwhelming him like a thick haze. “Baby, you’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen in ages. Where’ve you been all my life?” Paul sighed, and he didn’t attempt to touch you again out of respect.

“Right,” You uttered, masking your growing agitation. Paul could have anyone he wanted — and he always did. Girls at the boardwalk swooned over him, they were always easy prey, and he indulged himself plenty of times. You were nothing more than a friend, you weren’t desirable, nor would he ever want you. “You’ve told me that before.”

Paul visibly deflated, withering away like a shriveling flower — you really weren’t convinced.

Unfortunately for Paul, you were blissfully oblivious to any of his advances, but then again, he could understand why you were skeptical. Flirtation was a natural instinct for him. While he kept his head in your lap, he shamelessly opted to rove through your thoughts. It was cheating, sure, but he was itching to know.

“Paul,” Dwayne’s voice cut through his state of contemplation, rousing the sandy-haired blonde from his stupor. Paul’s head lifted off of your lap, hastily sitting upright as he glanced up at the terrace. “We’re going for a ride.” He briefly nodded towards you as a form of greeting, swinging Laddie up onto his bike.

“You’re coming, right?” Paul asked, voice invigorated with a sense of giddiness and excitement. He got a little wild around you sometimes, but it wasn’t anything that you weren’t accustomed to by now. “Do I have to beg you or something?” He groaned, trapping you between his arms.

“You’re pathetic!” Marko snickered, jumping down to snatch you up. Even though he was the smallest of the pack, his strength was often unrivaled, save for Dwayne. You let out a startled gasp as Marko hoisted you up over his shoulder, heckling Paul in the process.

Paul bristled with anger — typically, he could excuse Marko’s antics, but not this time. A white-hot rage blistered through him, crawling across his flesh as he attempted to shake that gold away from his eyes. A snarl escaped him, and he made sure to grab your stuff as a courtesy, leaping up over the bannister.

By the time Paul had landed on the rickety wood of the boardwalk, Marko had placed you on solid ground, unable to bite back the impish smirk on his features. He was deliberately getting under Paul’s skin, and he knew it — knew all about his feelings for you, too. Perhaps that’s what made it all the more enjoyable.

Like a bat out of hell, Paul swarmed the curly-headed blonde with a vengeance, countenance contorted into a look of sheer irritation and borderline rage. “You’re dead, Marko!” He growled, lip curled in disdain.

“Sorry, Paul. You made it too easy,” Marko mused, narrowly missing a rather unsavory blow from Paul, who yanked at his jacket instead. “Jesus! Easy, I was only messing around!” He snapped, with the two bickering and locked in what was supposedly a heated argument.

“Paul,” You gently tugged on his coat, attempting to steer him away from potential violence. “It’s okay, he was just playing around.” A soft sigh escaped you as you played mediator for two vampires, brows knitting together as Paul stepped back with a huff of irritation.

“Enough.” David barked, glaring daggers as he glanced between Paul and Marko. The last thing that he wanted was for them to expose themselves on the boardwalk — it was bound to happen if they didn’t stop the horseplay. With a visible frown, he revved his motorbike, signaling for the others to fall in line.

Jealousy was an ugly thing — unpleasant, often festering inside of oneself until it rotted away at their very core. It didn’t suit Paul whatsoever. He suffered from a bout of such a potent disease, despising the way Marko had touched you, held you over his shoulder. He was usually open about sharing with his brothers, but not you — you were completely off-limits.

Wordlessly, Paul sulked towards his motorbike, sitting down with a begrudging huff. You felt inclined to follow, standing beside him with an empathetic expression. “Are you going to let me on? We’re still hanging out, remember?” You asked, voice softening an octave.

Paul felt a little better — but not completely. His ego was momentarily maimed by Marko’s antics, but it was a wound that would dissipate with time. Fortunately, you were a worthy cure as he moved forward, letting you on the back of his bike. “Saved your stuff, too.” He mused, feeling you squeeze your arms around his midsection.

“You’re my hero,” You chuckled, trying to make him feel less agitated. “Thanks.” With Paul recovering from the scuffle, David motioned for the rest of the conclave to follow, whipping his bike around onto the stretch of the boardwalk that led out onto the shoreline.

You remembered the first time Paul took you for a ride — and you very nearly had a heart attack. He drove as if it’d be his last day on earth, but you’d gotten so used to it that you stopped being a backseat driver and let him do whatever he wanted.

He was talkative and boisterous by-nature, which is why you became so concerned when he didn’t talk to you very much on the ride to the cave. Paul was normally extremely egregious and outgoing, something that you loved about him, but his bout of silence was making you nervous. You wondered if Marko had wounded his pride that badly.

As you pulled up to the cave, the boys hopped off of their motorbikes, and even Paul didn’t really wait up for you this time — something was wrong. Marko noticed, lingering at the fringes of the cavern as he glanced at you, promptly disappearing down the rocky incline. You were left to make your way inside alone, no Paul at your side or helping you down.

Once inside, you felt awkward, more than usual. Being the lone human in a nest full of vampires would always bring a little tension, but without Paul around, you felt hollow and unnerved. David regarded you with his typical stare — cynical and somewhat indifferent, and Dwayne was always solemn, much warmer than the other.

“Where did Paul go?” You asked, and it was Laddie who pointed you in the right direction, pointing toward one of the rocky tunnels that led off into their ‘rooms’, of sorts. You often referred to them as the metaphorical coffins, but Star found it to be in poor taste.

With a shaky exhale, you nodded. “Thanks.” You’d been in Paul’s ‘room’ plenty of times before, but he rarely disappeared and left you to fend for yourself. With the coordination of a baby deer who’d just learned how to take their first steps, you clamored up the uneven terrain, holding onto the rope to guide yourself up.

When you found Paul, he was lazily strumming on a guitar — the one he’d ‘found’. He had one leg kicked up, propped against the rock, the other tucked towards his chest as he played a few chords. The lack of acknowledgement sent off several red flags as you swept aside the makeshift ‘door’ — an old, velvet curtain repurposed from the hotel wreckage.

“Thanks for waiting on me,” You uttered, tone dripping with sarcasm, which captured his attention. He smelled you long before you’d entered, prompting him to turn his head, lion’s mane of hair disheveled and tousled from being pressed against a pillow. “You know, if I knew you were going to sulk around this whole time, I would’ve gone to the comic store instead.”

Paul scoffed, countenance twisting into a look of agitation, which was so unlike him. It shocked you to see him behave with such indifference, something that went against the grain of his character. “Maybe Marko can go with you.” He uttered, playing another melancholy chord on the guitar.

That’s what this was about?

“You’re not serious,” You quipped, folding your arms across your chest. “Is this about what happened at the beach? Paul, I’m not a mind-reader — I didn’t know Marko was going to do that.” He was beginning to really piss you off, which hadn’t happened yet.

For all of the meaningless flirting he’d done, the constant teasing and toying, you were vigilant. You’d tried to keep your chin up through it all. You couldn’t fathom why he was so upset about Marko’s harmless stunt — it was all playful. It was something Paul would’ve done, truth be told. Paul kept quiet, reading your mind as he surveyed your rageful inner monologue.

Instead, you were met with a wall of silence, and that made you frustrated. If Paul was going to behave like a child, you’d treat him like one. With a huff of annoyance, you waved your hand in dismissal. Your night was mostly ruined, but you figured you’d go home and try to get some sleep.

You gave him another chance to talk — it was quiet. “Fine. I’m going home, Paul.” You sighed, turning around as you prepared to make the climb back down. With a shrug of your shoulders, you barely passed through the curtain before something rustled behind you.

Just as you grabbed the rope, Paul was in front of you with inhuman speed, and he immediately snatched at your hips, dragging you away. You were protesting, interrogating him about what exactly was going on, but he persisted, locking you in his arms as he pushed you up against the wall.

“I don’t want Marko touching you,” He murmured, brows knitting together. “I want you all to myself.” You couldn’t tell if this was playful Paul trying to flirt with you again — his tone sounded so different. “You’re mine, baby.” Paul clicked his tongue, brazenly groping at your waist.

“Wh— What?” Disbelief seeped into your voice as you shook your head back and forth. “Are you fucking with me again?” Before you could get in another word, his mouth was devouring yours, vigorous and completely needy. Jesus, he tasted good — without pause, your hands flew to grab his hair in fistfuls.

A desperate whimper erupted from your mouth, buried and lost within his ravenous kiss. You needed to know what had gotten into him — why now? You began to yank on his hair in an attempt to get him to cease, and when he did, you appeared more agitated than happy. Paul normally didn’t get this reaction when he kissed someone.

“You have to tell me what’s going on,” You huffed, gaze practically pleading with him as he held you close, inhaling another gust of your saccharine scent. “First you’re flirting, then you’re mad, and now this. What’s gotten into you?” With a pointed stare, Paul relented, but he didn’t move away from you.

“You don’t take my flirting seriously,” He countered, brows furrowing together. “You don’t want to? Fine, but I’m gonna make you see how bad I want you.” Paul murmured, voice husky and alluring enough to make your knees wobble. He licked his lower lip, one hand beginning to drift underneath your blouse.

This didn’t feel real — whenever you desperately tried to search for even an ounce of playfulness, there wasn’t any. Paul was completely serious about this, and it made you weak, warmth beginning to pool between your thighs as you nodded several times over. “Okay,” You breathed, itching for more. “Then don’t stop.”

“M’gonna fuck you,” Paul smirked, eyes unnaturally bright as they glistened in the dimly-lit alcove. “You mind if I eat you out, too?” He asked, matter-of-factly. His unruly tangle of dusty-blonde tresses were stiff with age-old product, making it somewhat coarse whenever you went to grab and pull on it.

Did you mind? Laughter bubbled within your chest as your lips parted, expression incredulous as you nodded several times over. “Whatever you want,” He was gorgeous — in that crazed and unhinged sort of way. Paul stared at you as if you were both a delicious slab of meat and the most beautiful thing he’d seen. “I want you.” You exhaled.

That was all it took for Paul to claw at your clothing as if it were nothing, fingers excitedly ruffling your blouse as he yanked it up, causing you to squeak. He wasn’t gentle, but you didn’t care whatsoever. Those veined, dexterous hands ripped your blouse off of you, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.

He was pushing you towards his bed, which was only really used for salacious activities, and nothing more. It was a colossal mess, the scent stale and reminded you of damp rock as he got you on your back, crawling on top of you with a devilish grin.

“Fuck, baby,” Paul sighed, slicing your brassiere off with a simple stroke of his fingers, flinging the tattered remains elsewhere. “You’ve got such a gorgeous body.” He murmured, lips sloppily trailing over your neck and collarbone as he rucked your skirt up towards your hips. Your mewls and whimpers were like music to his ears.

“Paul,” You groaned, hips rocking forward as you ground yourself against him, meeting his groin. His jean-clad erection pressed into your thigh, completely and utterly shameless. He kissed wherever he pleased, stopping to admire your breasts as they rose and fell with your excitable gasps.

Trapping a nipple within his mouth, he greedily sucked and nibbled at your swollen mound, intermingling such ministrations with eager strokes of his tongue. “Pretty tits, too.” He guffawed, playfully biting at your breast as you clutched onto his hair. “S’all mine.” Paul huffed, kneading into your pliant chest with his other hand.

A pang of arousal coursed throughout your body, striking right between your thighs. Warmth coalesced between your legs, manifesting as a stickiness that oozed from your cunt. Paul nearly growled at the smell, which was calling to him like a siren’s song. He was tempted to rip away and go right to the source, but he loved your chest just as much.

Suckling on your breast, Paul promptly provided such attention to the other, greedily biting at the soft, pliant flesh. The way you bucked and squirmed underneath him was all the more enticing, cerulean hues fluttering toward your blissed-out countenance. You tugged on his hair, causing him to let out a satisfied hiss.

“Could stay here forever,” Paul mused, pressing messy kisses atop your perky tits, and he seemed to get a little ahead of himself in the moment. Kisses soon devolved into love-bites and sucking as he found a patch of skin between your breasts. He left a string of hickeys there, beyond content with his handiwork. “Perfect.”

“Jesus,” You groaned, a mess of moans and desperate, pathetic whimpers as you wrangled with his lion-like mane of hair. “You’re bad.” With a soft hiccup, you felt his hands knead into your hips, prepared to go elsewhere if you let him.

“I can be worse, baby.” Paul prompted, eyes swarming with that familiar golden glow, ringed with a red halo around the edge of his irises. He growled, capturing your mouth with his as he kissed you, ravenous and swift as he began to make out with you. He was between your legs, arms locked on either side of you.

With a wanton moan, your hands clamored from his tresses toward his coat, wanting him to shed a few layers, too. It was only fair. Paul complied, whipping his dark coat off with an excitable haste, peeling away the mesh shirt he wore underneath. Your palms splayed out across his broad shoulders, warm flesh melding with his icy temperature.

He was well-muscled, poised — he reminded you of a coiled jungle cat, prepared to pounce. You reveled in the smattering of hair peppered across his chiseled chest, leading toward the sandy-hued happy trail that slipped underneath his tattered white jeans. His teeth brazenly bit at your lower lip, blood oozing onto his tongue.

Between the clash of lips, tongue, and teeth, Paul shuddered, lapping up any pearl of crimson that he could, hands tearing your skirt asunder. The unfortunate remains of fabric were yanked away as he let it fall to the floor, groping and kneading into you, wherever his hands took him.

You’d never been kissed like this — as if he threatened to steal every wisp of air from your lungs, hungering for you in every imaginable way. Your heart hammered against your collarbone, thrumming erratically as you hitched a leg around his hips, drawing him closer as he kept you locked in a barrage of kisses.

“Fuck,” Paul groaned, licking at your lower lip. “You smell so good, baby. I wanna taste,” He insisted, ring-adorned digits curling into the waistband of your panties. He wrestled them down until they were hitched around your knees, but he simply tore at them like the rest of your clothes. “Spread your legs for me.”

It was your turn to go sheepish on him, deliberately parting your legs at a sluggish pace. You weren’t sure as to why you’d become shy, but Paul didn’t seem to care, swiping at a tendril of drool that pooled at the corner of his mouth. Without missing a beat, his hand slipped between your legs, two digits swiping up along your wet cunt.

He gathered your slick, placing his fingers into his mouth with a satisfactory groan. The sight of him sucking your arousal away nearly made you melt. “Almost as good as your blood, sweet girl.” Paul chuckled, absentmindedly licking his lower lip as he settled onto the mattress, pressed flat atop the surface as he gathered your legs into each of his hands.

Paul slathered several kisses against your inner thighs, but he kept it short and sweet — he was here for one thing. You expected him to give you some sort of warning beforehand. “Paul, are you — O-Oh. Jesus Christ!” You squeaked, a strangled gasp escaping you as your back arched off of the mattress.

There was no pause or waiting — Paul’s impulsivity got the best of him. He was on you like a starving animal, desperate for anything he could get. His tongue pushed past your slick folds, silkily lapping over the length of your slit, savoring your taste. It was hot — you felt as if everything were set ablaze as a pleasant heat crawled across you, from head to toe.

His tongue raked hot embers across your aching cunt, body electrified by his touch. Paul’s fingers greedily dug into your pliant thighs, tossing either of your legs over his freckled shoulders as he lapped at your sweet core. His actions were swift and fueled by lust, driven by instinct as he jerked you forward.

Your stomach churned with anticipation, bleeding heat from between your legs as your thighs squeezed at his head. You felt that immense mane of hair tickle your soft flesh, goosebumps erupting along your body. Paul grunted, face buried deep within your cunt as he ate you out, messy and sloppy as could be.

“M’not Jesus,” Paul slurred, grinning like a shark as he nipped at your leg. “You taste so good, baby.” He huffed, the words spoken through the husked voice of a ravenous vampire as he returned to lapping at your poor, needy slit. Each drop of nectar that you provided to him served to momentarily dull the ache within his throat.

You kept writhing and squirming, shamelessly bucking your hips forward. He pinned you down with one hand, head spinning as your scent wafted around him like an inescapable haze. “Paul!” You mewled, practically quivering like a leaf as your cunt pathetically clenched around nothing at all.

Paul was a good sport, able to flow with the constant jolting of your hips into his mouth. Though, it only served to fuel the fire as he continued to hastily drag his tongue along your cunt, slavering for your taste. You moaned, tapering off into a myriad of sweet whimpers as your hands relocated, reaching for his hair.

The cool metal of his rings left imprints behind atop your thighs, various patterns pressed into your flesh. You were aching, body feeling feverishly hot as you bucked into his face again, feeling him clamp down on you as he held you still. His mouth was divine — it was sloppy and full of an unrestrained need.

As your digits twined into his hair, you began to pull and tug, using his unruly tresses as an anchor. Paul didn’t care in the slightest — he found it unbelievably hot as you jerked and tugged, back arched into his ministrations. He only stopped to spit a wad of saliva onto your swollen slit, body shaking with sly laughter when you gasped.

“Makin’ sure you’re ready for me.” Paul teased, but it was under false pretenses — he just wanted to spit on your cunt. He didn’t hesitate, diving back in for more, assaulting your clit with a barrage of kitten-licks and gentle suckling, enough for you to sputter.

With every movement you made, Paul would simply coax you back onto his tongue with inhuman strength, lips pursing around your clit as he began to suck and toy with the sensitive bud. Your hand grappled with his coarse tresses, the other digging into his shoulder. Your nails sank into his flesh, and Paul didn’t care whatsoever.

Arousal pooled between your legs, leaving behind a sticky mess that he was all too eager to clean up. It was only when he began to use that tiny edge of teeth that you were soaring, choking on a whimper as it bubbled within the back of your throat.

Your body was screaming for release, orgasm beginning to mount and build as white-hot tension flew through you, consuming you like a tidal wave. Paul could sense it, burying himself in your pretty cunt as if it would be the last meal he’d ever have.

He switched between the eager, broad lapping of his tongue with sucking on your clit, making you claw at his shoulder blade. One hand repositioned itself, splayed out across your pelvis as his thumb slipped to the hood of your cunt, playing with your clit as the rest of his mouth lapped elsewhere.

“Paul, Paul,” Paul. It was the only word that rolled from your tongue, doing very little to mask the sound of your pleasure. With a wanton moan, you felt that hot coil of tension within your stomach begin to unfurl as you steadily reached your climax. You were suffocating him between your legs — conveniently, he didn’t need to breathe. “Fuck, Paul! M’close!”

“Cum for me,” His encouragement was all that you needed, that little push forward as he backed off, peppering kisses against your clit as you came. It was blinding, and you swore you saw stars. “That’s it,” Paul crooned, moving to clean you up. “Atta girl, baby.” He did very little to mask his eagerness in lapping up the remnants of your orgasm.

He wiped at his lips with the back of his hand, kissing his way up your body until his mouth connected with yours. You could taste yourself and the somewhat bitter twang of copper within his saliva as you let your tongue slip into his mouth. Paul groaned, grabbing at your haunches as he moved to lay beside you.

“Are you tired?” You mused, your own chest heaving with exhilarated sighs as Paul effortlessly wrangled you closer, eyes glittering with desire. You were wrong to ask that question as he raised his eyebrows.

“What kinda question is that, baby? You’re getting on top,” Paul smirked, gesturing toward his lap. His erection was practically itching for release, straining against the front of his white jeans. “You’re going for a ride.” He purred, snatching at your hips as he hoisted you on top of his lap, letting you get comfortable.

Paul lounged against the mountain of pillows beneath him, hands splayed out atop your waist. You savored the sensation of his rings biting into your flesh, and you immediately scrambled to unzip his pants, wrestling with his belt as you freed his cock. His hardened length fell against your stomach, tip oozing with a bead of precum.

You shivered, gazing down at your vampiric paramour, who stared at you with those vibrant, cerulean hues — as clear as a summer’s day. Paul tilted forward, lips reaching for yours as he planted a rather lazy, messy kiss against your mouth. “M’ready.” You murmured, feeling him lift you up as if you weighed nothing at all.

With bated breath, you felt your insides turn to mush, reigniting the spark of lust as Paul let you sink onto his cock. A fire burned bright within your belly, demanding to be extinguished as Paul’s head fell back slightly, letting out a series of groans and softer grunts. “Fuck,” He growled, feeling your palms rest against his abdomen. “You’re so fucking tight, babe.”

Liquid heat festered within the pit of your stomach as you gasped, cunt clenching around his cock as you adjusted yourself. “Paul!” You moaned, attempting to stifle the many noises you made with the back of your palm, but he quickly swatted your hand away. He was bigger than you thought he���d be — a pleasant surprise.

“Wanna hear you scream my name.” Paul huffed, rubbing circles into your hips as he began to move you. Superhuman strength and stamina certainly had roles to play in this as he guided you up and down in short, rhythmic movements. You liked that he manhandled you a little bit, one hand on your waist as the other grabbed at your chest.

A simpering moan left you as he guided you up his cock, stopping halfway before easing you back down again. Lewd noises reverberated throughout the alcove, accompanied by your sweet whimpers and his grunts and groans. You were barely given time to get used to his pattern before he was bucking up into you with the indomitable strength of a god.

There was no opportunity for you to catch your breath, watching as Paul snatched your wrists, redirecting them towards his pretty neck. That surprised you, but you didn’t protest, feeling the taut muscle tense underneath your palms, jugular bobbing as you began to squeeze.

He moaned.

Unable to bite back the smile that stretched across your features, you held onto his neck, digits flexing and tensing as you continued to apply pressure. Paul’s head fell backwards just a little bit, steadying you with one hand as he fucked into you at an erratic pace. Flesh clashed against flesh, causing you to whimper as you rolled up and down along his cock.

“You like that?” You whispered through a string of blissful whines, gaze bright with desire as he nodded several times over. “Your cock feels so good, Paul.” You huffed, teeth snagging across your lower lip as you began to let your thumbs trace along his perfect jawline. His weeks-old stubble scratched at your silken flesh.

“Little harder, girl,” Paul encouraged, wanting you to really wrangle his throat. He didn’t need to breathe anyway — that made it all the more enjoyable. He savored your hesitation — his sweet little human, afraid of harming the big, bad vampire. He smirked, lifting his eyebrows. “C’mon baby, squeeze.”

Fuck — he was going to be the death of you. Your cunt clenched and throbbed around his cock, with Paul continuing to jackhammer into you like a wild animal. Grunts and excitable groans left him in droves, rippling through his chest as you squeezed at his throat. The muscles were thick and tense underneath your small palms, slick with perspiration.

Your flesh felt dewy, especially within the oppressive heat of the cave. Paul was unstoppable, a force of nature as his hips continued to buck up, cock slamming into your poor, tight cunt. He wasn’t gentle, and he showed no signs of stopping. Delivering a sharp smack to your ass, he fillee you to the brim with his length, causing you to really grip his throat.

With a needy whimper, your eyes fluttered shut, lips parted in a state of ecstasy. “Paul,” You moaned, feeling his hand greedily knead into your chest, twisting your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The stimulation was intensified tenfold, making your brain go fuzzy as he fucked you into a stupor. “Holy shit!”

The alcove smelled of sex — sloppy rutting that was steadily devolving into a complete mess. Paul’s precum was slathered across your inner thighs, coupled with the slick remnants of your first orgasm and current state of arousal. He stopped his erratic thrusting, sitting up a little more with one hand on your hips.

Without warning, his mouth went straight to your chest again, lips attaching themselves around one of your swollen nipples. He was sucking, grabbing a handful of your ass as he led you up and down along his cock. The warmth of your flesh intermingled with his cool, icy skin, only serving to make you sweat.

“Touch me,” You whimpered, palms still clinging to either side of his throat, nails digging in toward the nape of his neck. The sex was incredible — you’d never been fucked like this before, but he had you chasing after every sensation. “Paul, please.” Heat crawled across your flesh, leaving you drunk with desire.

Paul playfully scraped his teeth across your breast, teasing your nipple. “M’touching you already, baby.” He mumbled, propping himself up with his other hand. A simpering groan escaped you as you rocked forward, taking one hand off of his throat to play with your clit.

An impish snarl left his mouth as he snatched at your wrist, and in one erratic movement, had you pinned down on your back. His cock throbbed inside of you, desperate for a release just as much as you were. Paul cackled, lips twitching into a sneer as he began to fuck you, enough for the foundation of the mattress to rattle underneath.

“That was bad,” Paul purred, fucking you down into the plush surface, nearly pulling his cock out of your slick cunt before slamming right back in, repeating the movement over and over again. Fortunately, he was feeling generous, slipping one hand between your bodies as he found the cleft between your thighs. “Fuck, you’re soaked.” He groaned.

You clutched onto him for dear life, body responding vehemently to Paul’s erratic thrusts and uneven, primal tempo. With a loud, wanton cry, your mouth clamored to find his lips, meeting in a rather noisy clash of teeth and tongue. He circled your clit with his thumb, rutting into you with a fervor.

“Paul!” You whined, locking a leg around his hips as your nails sank into his shoulders, leaving behind angry-red impressions, embedded within his flesh. Paul encouraged your scratching, tongue lapping at the inside of your mouth. A white-hot ecstasy consumed you whole, causing you to shudder and spasm.

“Can’t hear you, baby.” Paul teased, biting at your lower lip as he peppered kisses wherever he could — greedy, wet kisses that ended up being vibrantly-colored hickeys. Your flesh was his canvas as he marked you up wherever he pleased, hyperfocused on your chest again. “You close?” He huffed, fingers tearing into the sheets.

It was exhilarating — you swore you saw stars, perhaps more as he fucked you within an inch of your life. You didn’t want him to be careful. You didn’t want him to treat you like glass — you wanted to belong to him. “M’close,” Another string of sweet, noisy moans escaped you as Paul brazenly bit at your left breast, leaving behind a crescent-shaped mark. “Close.”

Rivulets of crimson trickled across your skin, prompting Paul to lick it all away, irises shifting from cerulean to a burnished gold. It made the sex more intense as he pounded away at your poor cunt, which had certainly been pushed to the limit. He was becoming a little squirrelly, panting and growling into your ear.

Paul kissed you to distract himself from the temptation of feeding, lost within the saccharine bliss of your mouth as he felt you cum around his cock. “Yeah, baby. Go ‘head and cum for me, just like that.” He mumbled against your mouth, tongue lazily sweeping across your lower lip as he tensed and thrust forward.

He came right afterwards, reveling in the sight of you trembling and quivering, juices coating his length as he pulled out halfway through. It was messy and rather disgusting, but you didn’t care. Ropes of hot, white seed painted your stomach and breasts, which was some sort of fantasy for him.

You sighed, barely able to string a sentence together as you fell back against the mattress, coated in perspiration and his cum. “Jesus.” You uttered, pressing a palm over your face as Paul rolled over to lay next to you. Your legs twitched and spasmed as you came down from your climax, feeling something soft fall across your abdomen.

It was a rather unappealing-looking towel that seemed much too ancient, and you wondered how many times this had been used to clean up his mess. With a huff of laughter, you cleaned yourself up, feeling his arms tangle around you, urging you to come back to him.

“Makes you wish you’d taken me seriously sooner, huh?” Paul mumbled, nibbling along the shell of your ear. You couldn’t help but feel smitten afterwards, twisting over until you faced your vampiric paramour, who had the expression of the Cheshire Cat.

“You’re ridiculous,” You mused, holding his face between your palms. “You’re gorgeous, too.” A peculiar softness crept into your voice, prompting Paul to shower you in a cascade of needy kisses. He liked to be close, which you didn’t necessarily mind, despite the newfound scent of post-sex that permeated the alcove.

“I’m all yours, baby.” Paul smirked, shamelessly staring at your breasts without an ounce of subtlety. You couldn’t read his thoughts, but you suspected that he had something particular in-mind. “You’re in for a long night.” He purred, and before you could open your mouth to speak, he was crawling on top of you.

You would have to thank Marko later.

[6lostgirl6]

Hi, Friend! Since your requests are open can you please do something with the Lost Boys and a shy, female reader? I love the idea of them being playful, touchy and flirty with someone who's quite bashful.

Love your work 😊

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Pairing: Poly!Lost Boys x Shy Fem!Reader

TW: hints of previous sex, possessive behaviors, pet names, playful touching, flirting, ass grabbing (thanks Paul), PDA

You arrived at the boardwalk, thrilled to spend time with your vampire mates. The night was young with the sun setting only a few hours before. However, you couldn't help but rush to the boardwalk as soon as you could.

Smiling to yourself, you could feel your cheeks warm at the thought of seeing them once more. Despite dating the boys for months, close to a full year, you still could feel the butterflies in your stomach and your heart skipping a beat. You cursed your bashful nature, but that's what interested your mates in the first place. You theorized that it had something to do with your innocence having an effect on their vampire instincts. Their urge to claim you in every way and leave marks to tell others you were off-limits.

You couldn't help your shy nature, having it since you were a little girl that you were unable to grow out of. However, if your boys liked it, then you liked it. Sometimes. You could still feel their fangs sinking into your throat just last night.

You fiddled with the collar of your jacket, desperate to conceal the hickies and bite marks that plagued your delicate skin as you walked further down the boardwalk. Suddenly, you felt the back of your hair stand up and a shiver run down your spine, in a very good way.

You could feel their stares.

You smiled to yourself, feeling the warmth in your cheeks return as you turned towards the direction of where you assumed the feeling was coming from.

In their usual meeting spot, each of your boys gave you their signature grins. Dwayne was sitting on his bike, posture relaxed, Paul leaning against the railing while Marko bit the leather of his glove, staring you down. Lastly, there was David, standing in the center with a cigarette in his mouth.

You watched as he silently chuckled before slowly raising his hand, gesturing you in a gesture screaming "come here," with his pointer and middle fingers. You couldn't stop the rushing thoughts in your subconcious, seeing how attractive he looked doing that.

Without being told twice, you rushed over with a beaming smile, launching yourself into the awaiting arms of your bleach-blonde mate, who wrapped his arms around you without hesitation.

"Hey, gorgeous." He purred low in your ear, giving you a small squeeze around your waist, careful to keep his burning cigarette away from your skin.

"Hi, David!" You replied, avoiding his hungry gaze to turn towards your other mates, not wanting them to feel left out. "Hi, boys!" you greeted, pulling away to give them each an embrace.

"Paul!" You yelped, pulling out of the embrace when you felt a playful pinch on your ass.

"Sorry, babe! My hands just have a mind of their own!" He teased, pulling you back as you tried escaping from his grasp. "Where ya goin'?" He cooed.

"Somewhere that won't have my ass grabbed in public!" You retorted teasingly, however you still felt embarrassed being groped by your boyfriends where other people can see.

"It's alright, dove. I'll just rip their eyes out if someone other than us are starin' at you." Marko interjected, smirking viciously.

You rolled your eyes, feeling a tug on your hand. You turned and gave Dwayne a sheepish expression, allowing him to pull you into his own embrace.

Dwayne was always the gentlemen in the group, however you knew that he still had his wicked charms that could even rival Paul if he wanted to. You could feel his grip tightening around you as he nuzzled against your neck, rubbing his scent against your exposed marks.

"You're not trying to cover them, are you?" he asked, voice deep and full of richness as he pulled away to gaze into your own eyes. His stare was intense and you glanced away, flustered.

"It's not that I want to hide them." You defended yourself, "I just don't like the stares..."

You shivered, gasping a little as you felt fingers trail down the length of your spine. Marko smirked as he slowly appeared into your line of vision.

"You act like we just won't make more." He purred, eyes flashing their golden hue for a moment to before returning back to normal. "You know we love marking ya, dove."

Paul took this moment to wrap her arms around your waist from behind, kissing your temple as he growled low, "would you like that, babe?"

You bit your lip and leaned against your mate, falling prey to their desperately wanting advances. You couldn't wait to head back to the cave with them.

"You know I do." You replied, looking towards the ground with your face completely flushed.

You felt a finger curve under your chin, drawing your gaze forward and back onto Dwayne's.

"You have to say please, princess." He smirked, tracing the curve of your lips with his thumb, making your breathing pick up and heart beat rapidly in your chest.

"Please?" You whispered, pathetically.

The next thing you remember is the rumbling of four engines and wrapping your arms around David's waist, sitting behind him as they raced down the boardwalk and into the night. You couldn't wait to reenact last night, the shakiness in your legs and the intense throbbing of your mates fangs laying their claim on you.

You were shy, but you sure weren't innocent.

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The Rut (Marko x Fem!Reader)

It is finally here! The next installment of the rut series!! I'm glad everyone is liking this so far. As I said in the Paul one, every boy will be getting his own part. (Also since I've been asked, this isn't really a poly relationship series, this is a "only (insert boy) likes reader" kinda thing).

So this series was inspired by @auntvamp 's headcannons about the boys in rut, and when I say that I couldn't help but write this after reading those lol. I'd highly suggest reading that first. I also got inspired by Marko NSFW headcanons

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

Paul, Dwayne, David

Word count: 4,355

Pairing: Marko x Fem! Reader

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

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

Ko-Fi

"Do NOT invite him in"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do NOT invite him in"

So here you were, sitting in your room, listening to music and drawing, wishing you could just go hang out with the boys, you hadn't really realized just how much of a staple in your life they had become until now. Night's seemed boring without them…without him. Sighing you sat your sketchbook down on your nightstand after you realized that in your zoned out state you had successfully sketched what was probably the twentieth picture of him that resided in the book. Stretching, you got up and changed the music, putting on the Misfits album you had bought the first time the boys had taken you to the record shop, Marko had been more than happy that someone liked the same music as him. As Helena began playing you could feel your body move with the beat, getting lost in the rhythm and memories of that night, his smile and excitement as he showed you all his favorite bands. Your body came to a sudden halt though when you heard a faint tapping on your window, you wondered if you had actually heard it or was it perhaps the wind, almost ready to chalk it up to the wind you heard it again, though this time there was a slight scratch with every tap.

"Oh Y/N" you heard Marko's sing-song tone ring out, but it was different, that underlying growl and rasp told you he was in his vampire form.

"Do NOT let him in" David's stern words rang in your head as you stared at your window, curtains drawn.

"Come on baby, I know you're in there" he stated from the outside of the glass.

"Marko" you breathed, a low growl responding to your words.

"Yeah cutie it's me, wanna let me in baby?" He asked, voice dripping in a sweet tone but you could hear the danger behind it. Truth be told out of the four boys Marko had you the most on edge when he was vamped out, you had seen him feed, and even David had told you that Marko could be very unpredictable at times when he was like this…throw in the fact that he was in rut and the knowledge had you gulping…A sound he must have heard.

"What's wrong babe?" You could hear the smirk on his voice.

"I'm not supposed to let you in Marko" you told him, listening as another low growl left him.

"And why is that?" He asked, his tone losing all sweetness.

"David told me not to"

"David doesn't know shit" he stated angrily, and you were honestly shocked, you had never heard him speak about David like that before, besides him and Paul, he and David were the closest.

"Marko it might not be a good ide-"

"Let me in y/n!" He told you sternly, his voice deeping more and the sudden change and words made you jump, he had never gotten angry at you before.

"Come on baby" he spoke after a moment, his tone softer.

"I'll explain everything if you let me in" You still hesitated, unsure if you should, you hated being away from Marko but you weren't sure if this was wise.

"Please y/n" he pleaded, and you noted that his voice sounded slightly strained, like he was really hurting. Taking a deep breath you slowly made your way over to the window, slowly pulling back the black out curtains and coming face to face with Marko who stood on the small balcony. You were right about him being vamped out, golden eyes met (e/c) as he stared at you, a small smile on his lips before he gave you a little wave.

"Hey baby" you took note of the fact that he wasn't wearing his jacket, a big deal for him since you were sure that thing was part of his body at this point, you also noticed his breathing was heavier than normal, like someone who had run miles, or maybe he had just fed? That thought made you relax a bit, and slowly open your window.

"Marko I'm still not sur-" you had started but was quickly cut off as he grabbed your face and crashed his lips against yours. One hand gliding through your hair before gripping it, the other running down your side before you started feeling him tugging you out of the window, you realized at that moment if you didn't let him in, he would just bring you outside. His fangs grazed your lips as he parted them with his own, you noted that there wasn't a strong metallic taste, which meant that he had in fact, not fed that night. A thought that should have made you more worried if your brain wasn't beginning to become fuzzy. You weren't sure if it was the lack of oxygen, vampire magic, or the fact that the scent of leather, slight weed and Patchouli from being around Paul, the ever present exhaust smell from their bikes, mint and the scent that you could only describe as simply, Marko, seemed to be a hundred times stronger. He broke the kiss once he remembered that humans needed to breathe, and instead started kissing down your neck.

"Invite me in baby" he spoke against your skin, giving light nips to it while his hand joined the other on your side, tugging you.

"Invite me in and I'll explain it all" he told you, lips ghosting over yours again as you nodded.

"Words cutie" he smiled against your lips.

"You can come inside" you whispered, feeling his smile widen.

"I'll remember that" he spoke before the next thing you knew you were being pushed back into your room. He quickly gripped your thighs, easily picking you up and dropping you down on the bed.

"Marko, you said you would exp-"

"Explanation later, fucking now" he told you as he climbed onto of you and reconnected your lips, the kiss was messy, hands ripping your clothes off, quite literally. You could hear the fabric shredding in his hands as he tore it from your body, hands gripping your newly exposed skin while his lips descended to your neck, leaving dark marks to show everyone in Santa Carla just who you belonged to. You swear to yourself mentally that you should not have found his completely feral attitude as hot as you did. His hands slid down your sides, claws leaving red trails where blood began to surface, the feeling causing you to yelp at the sudden pain and you could hear the giggle from him. You felt his kisses begin to move down, his hands gripping your breasts while his mouth lowered further, attacking your stomach and hips with nips, just hard enough to break the skin a bit but not hard enough to make you bleed a lot. And everytime a drop of red surfaced, it was quickly lapped up, a growl now constant from him as he abandoned one of your breasts, clawed hand coming down to grip your thigh, sinking his nails into the tender flesh and smiling against it when he heard you gasp. He knew how much he was affecting you, he could smell it from the moment he threw you on the bed, the pure scent of arousal. It was a scent he had smelled on you many times before, times when you would come in, trying to act like nothing was wrong, but he knew what had gotten you so worked up, he had found the romance novel on your bedside table one night when he went to pick you up so you could hang out with them, you had rushed to go get ready as he sat on your bed and skimmed through it. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at how…vanilla the whole book was, and he wondered if that was really what you were into…until he noticed the book slightly peeking out from under your pillow. Snatching it up he examined the cover, another shirtless guy, but this one with blood covering his front, opening it up he quickly realized the subject…Vampires…and rough sex…the smirk on his face couldn't get any bigger as he quickly tucked it back in it's hiding spot before you came out. He knew thoughts also fluttered through your mind the one time you saw them feed, he had smelled it, mixed in with all the blood, the pure scent of you, and man did he want to just bend you over right there on the beach and show you what it was like with a real vampire, not just reading about it. You could feel his fangs grazing your skin every time he kissed it, and although the thought of fangs near such a tender area should have scared you, it only heightened everything. You were sure he could hear your heartbeat racing as you watched him with lidded eyes, watched as his tongue pressed against your thighs to lick up the blood his claws had caused.

'Fuuuck, just bite' you found yourself thinking as you watched him, your core clenching at the thought. A thought…that he seemed to be able to read, if the laugh was anything to go by. It was a very teasing laugh,that and the Cheshire grin he gave worried you that he was about to make fun of you.

"So needy" he all but purred.

"M-Marko I-"

"Marko I" he repeated in a mocking tone, body slowly crawling over you.

"You what hmm? Need me to fuck you? Need me to use you? Need me to claim what's mine?" He asked, smiling down at you, watching your every move. His words had you moaning, the thoughts they brought about were absolutely filthy. Marko holding you down and just taking what was his, because that's what you wanted, you wanted to be his.

"All mine huh?" He whispered, breath fanning against your ear.

"You wanna be all mine?"

"Y-yes" you breathed.

"My good little human?" he said, kissing back down your body.

"Yes" you whimpered, as you felt his breath on your dripping core.

"My mate" he all but growled, and the sound paired with his words had your hips bucking up towards him, you expected to hear him laughing at your neediness for him again, but when you looked down you were met with almost glowing gold.

"Say it" he told you, hands gripping your thighs tight, he already had them up, slightly resting on his shoulders.

"M-Marko-"

"Say it"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"I-I wanna-"

"Say that you are" he growled, and it was only now that you noticed his heavy breaths again, like he was restraining himself.

"I'm your mate" you whispered.

"What was that cutie?" He asked, head lowering ever so slightly.

"I'm your mate" you spoke a bit more loudly, and watched as he smirked.

"Damn right you are" and with that his mouth attached to your clit, giving it a harsh suck before his tongue ran along your slit. The sudden action had your hand shooting down to his hair, fingers tangling in his golden curls while your other gripped the sheets, head thrown back as a loud moan left you. He growled against you, vibrations sending even more pleasure shooting through you. His name left your lips in a pleading moan, your hand pulling at his curls as you felt him smile against you, your neediness causing him to chuckle as he doubled his efforts, tongue circling your clit before diving inside, then running along your slit before back to your clit. The way he basically made out with your core had your moans pitching quickly, the coil in your belly tightening with every swipe of his tongue or harsh suck. But it was the feeling of his tongue paired with the feeling of his claws digging into your thighs, slowly creating crimson lines that had you tossing your head back, screaming his name as you tugged at his curls with both hands, your hips lifting to meet his tongue as you rode out your high. He let you, happily gave you your orgasm and then some, keeping you in place as you started to become overstimulated. He watched the tears start to cloud your vision as he continued his work, only stopping when you had sobbed his name enough. His lips were on yours in an instant, the taste of yourself falling into your tongue as he dominated the kiss, only breaking it when he flipped you over, pulling you up onto your hands and knees. You whimpered as you felt him undoing his pants, lowering them enough to release himself but keeping them on. You felt him lean over you, his hands on either side of your own, his breath fanning across your neck as he spoke lowly.

"Beg me"

"Marko" you whined, trying to push yourself back against him, but he held you still with a hand around your waist.

"Beg" he told you again, beginning to kiss and bite along your shoulders.

"I know you know how to, so beg for it, tell me how much you want it" he teased, slowly beginning to grind against you, the friction amazing but not enough.

"Please Marko" you panted

"P-Please fuck me"

"Such a dirty mouth" he chuckled, letting go of your waist and bringing his hand up to your lips, you didn't hesitate to start sucking on the two fingers he pressed to your them, not stopping under his glove touched your lips.

"Some other time I'll have to put it to good use" he all but purred at your actions.

"But since you asked so nicely" he started, and you felt his free hand reach between the two of you, before you felt him run the tip through your folds, gathering your wetness before pressing inside. You couldn't hold back the moan you released around his fingers as he pushed forward until he completely bottomed out, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of just how well he filled and stretched you.

"Like you were fuckin made for me" he chuckled against your skin, his voice strained as he rested his forehead against your spine.

"Though I guess you kinda were huh?" He smiled. Pulling his hand away from your mouth to hold your one hand while the other lowered to hold your other hand.

"I'm not gonna be gentle baby" he told you, watching as you nodded before he started his fast pace. Not gentle was right, you felt his hips hit your ass with his brutal pace and you found yourself being pushed forward. His hands left yours, instead grabbing your shoulders to lift your body back up, his pace never faltering as you heard him moan.

"So.fuckin.tight" he growled, claws digging into your skin as he pounded away. You couldn't stop your own moans at this point even if you tried, the feeling of him filling you again and again had you seeing stars, and had you practically sobbing his name as you clawed at the sheets for something to ground you.

"You like this baby?" He hissed

"Like me just doing whatever I want with you?" He laughed, watching as you hung your head, a moan leaving as you took everything he gave.

"Fuck" he groaned.

"Such a good little mate" he smiled, letting go of your shoulders to lean over you again, his chest pressed against your back and you couldn't help but moan at the feeling of his shirt pressed against your heated skin.

"Taking everything I give you" he hissed, hands holding your hips as he gave a harsher thrust, your body jolting forward again, and again.

"Shit you're getting tighter, are you gonna come already?" He laughed breathlessly.

"We just got started and you've already come twice" he smiled against your shoulder, his hips picking up their fast pace again. Your second orgasm washed over you quickly, your body still sensitive from the first and you heard him hiss as he slowed his motions, giving more shallow thrusts while his grip on your hips tightened.

"Fuuuck…Fuck you make it so fucking hard to last" he groaned, pulling out and flipping you back over, you looked up at him with a dazed expression, you mind slowly coming back from your sudden high. You watched as he gripped himself again, about to sink back into you when you stopped him with a whimper, his eyes shooting up to yours, looking for any sign that you were wanting him to stop. He would have to fight the rut if you did, and would probably have to leave. But instead he watched as you reached for his shirt, whining before speaking.

"Off"

"You want me naked?" He smirked.

"It's only fair" you told him, watching as he laughed before quickly discarding his gloves, boots, shirt, chaps, jeans and underwear. You had only seen him without his signature jacket a few times, other than that the only peeks you got were when he and Paul were wrestling and his shirt would ride up, or if he reached for something high. But now, now he was on full display and you couldn't help but stare, you knew Marko looked good but you didn't know he looked that good, suddenly you wondered if you could draw your own vampire romance novel cover, with him as the vampire.

"Better?" He asked sarcastically, but watched as you nodded with a smile, reaching up to pull him down into a kiss, he grinned in the kiss before taking over again. Lining himself up before entering with another quick thrust that had you breaking the kiss to throw your head back. You felt him grab your legs, spreading them wide as he began his fast pace. Your body rocked as you reached for your headboard, trying to stop yourself from moving. You looked down at Marko, finding his eyes trained on where your body connected, jaw slack before he moaned.

"Shit it's like your body doesn't wanna let me go, just keeps sucking me back in, Fuck baby" he groaned, eyes shutting and head falling back as he kept his pace, mouth open as moan after moan left him while he lost himself in the feeling of you. The grip he had on your legs kept getting tighter and you knew he must have been getting close. His claws scratched down your legs, creating more crimson lines as you watched his eyebrows knit together.

"Fuck baby…Fuck…I…" he suddenly let go of your legs, his hands coming up to grab your wrists and pin them above your head.

"Shit" he hissed, eyes still closed as he picked up his speed, your bed squeaking even more in protest.

"You're gonna take it all" he growled, eyes locking with yours and you found yourself getting lost in his golden gaze.

"Right?" He asked, watching as you nodded, mouth open but nothing coming out.

"Words baby" he spoke, leaning down to bury his face against your neck.

"Yes"

"Every last drop?" He laughed at the needy moan you let out, his words shooting you towards a third orgasm, one that was shooting him towards his own. Being so pent up and finally getting to have you, feel your body against his, was catching up to him.

"Marko" you whimpered, legs wrapping tightly around his waist as you felt a new weird feeling in your stomach.

"Gonna, fuck.. Be my good little mate and, fuuuuck….Fuck, take it baby, I know you can, shit" he groaned in your ear, his hands abandoning your wrists to move underneath your back, coming up to grab your shoulders before you felt him push up onto his knees, your lower half resting on his legs. The new angle caused him to hit that spot inside and you couldn't hold in the scream of his name. Your mind was only partially aware of him constantly licking and sucking on your neck at that point, and you knew what he wanted, so without a second thought you leaned your head to the side allowing him more access and hearing him growl before you felt it. The sharp sudden sting of his fangs sinking into your skin. The feeling had your third orgasm rushing over you, far more intense than the others, the strange feeling intensifying until you felt your world becoming fuzzy, and then suddenly black. Marko wasn't much better, as soon as your blood hit his tongue he knew he would be addicted, but pairing that with you letting him bite you while the two of you fucked…As soon as your blood entered his mouth he snapped, his whole body froze before going into overdrive, feeling your body shake in his grip, his lower half suddenly far more wet than normal, but all he could focus on was how sweet your blood was and how good it felt to pour inside you. His lips left your neck and he let his eyes take a moment to come back into focus, body still slowly moving before stilling. Breaths fast before he looked down at you, your eyes closed and breathing quick, he panicked at first, afraid that he had somehow hurt you, before he realized that you had passed out. He couldn't help the shit eating grin that spread across his face at this, at the fact that he fucked you into a black out and the sheer amount of wetness that covered him. He watched as you slowly started coming around, peppering kisses along your face.

"You with me baby?" he laughed, nuzzling your cheek. Listening as you gave a pleased hum, shaky hand slowly coming up to bury itself in his curls.

"Honestly I wasn't sure you would be able to handle me" he chuckled, leaning back to look at your body, red lines littering your skin.

"Should have carved my name" he giggled, tapping the skin over your heart.

"You're a sadist" you groaned with a laugh, voice rough from the screaming.

"Would just be marking what's mine" he shrugged.

"Are all of you like this when you're in rut?" You asked, watching as he shrugged again.

"Honestly I don't know, I'm the first one, we've only been told about it by Max"

"Wait..What do you mean?"

"Why do you think I came here?" He asked with a laugh.

"Honestly I'm not sure…David had warned me to not let you in but"

"But you did anyways, you got a crush on me cutie?" He giggled, teasing you while you simply rolled your eyes.

"Nope totally hate you, that's why we just had sex"

"Best sex of your life huh? Not only did I make you squirt but I made you pass out" he stated, that Cheshire cat grin returning.

"You did not make me-" you started before looking down at the wetness that covered his stomach.

"Oh my God" you quickly covered your face, hot with embarrassment and listening as he laughed.

"No need to hide baby, it was hot as hell, being able to make my mate feel that good" he smiled against your neck before placing soft kisses to the skin.

"You keep calling me that"

"Cause you are" he told you, meeting your gaze when you went quiet, his golden eyes, now less red, meeting yours.

"According to Max, our rut only gets triggered when we find our mate, the one we're supposed to be with..I guess humans would call it a soulmate. That's why none of us have ever been through a rut before"

"So I'm your soulmate?" You asked with a smile.

"My one and only cutie" he told you, leaning down to capture your lips, fangs grazing the flesh before biting gently.

"Would this be the right time to tell you that I've pretty much had a crush on you since we first met?" You giggle, listening as he growled.

"Well then, I think we have some missed time to make up for" he smiled, and suddenly you felt like prey being cornered by a very hungry predator…And you knew you were in for a very long night.

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SHAVING STRUGGLES : poly!lost boys x chubby!fem!reader : the lost boys : one-shot

cw: petnames(babe, sweetcheeks, doll)

note: there's something in here that i personally do when shaving and didn't realize it might be weird to other people till i finished writing so just ignore it?

because of your current situation--which included a burning in your calf and back muscles, cuts you didn't even feel till blood was dripping down your legs, hair that seemed to become more and more endless the further you shaved up your legs, and loud music that hopefully drowned out your inner suffering--you didn't hear the usual knocking on your bedroom window coming from your boys wanting to be let in.

nor did you hear the frequency of the knocking increase in worry till a cracked form on the glass, and the feeling of another trying to push into your mind was played off as a headache forming from your frustration and the music.

you did, however, hear the sound of glass breaking in your room, but you played it off as your cat knocking down an object and not someone possibly breaking into your house, as you wanted--more like needed--to finish shaving your legs; you told yourself you'd go over your armpits and more private areas another day.

though, as your attention went back to the task at hand, you once again didn't hear the sound of heavy and quick footfall heading to the closed bathroom door.

your attention was pulled from your leg a second time when the door to the bathroom slammed open, and you just knew there was now an indent in the wall behind it.

you stared at the four vampires with one foot placed on the ledge of your tub, your leg bent awkwardly so you could get a somewhat better look at the back of your thigh.

and the only thing covering your body was a sports bra as you hated when you bent over and shaving cream was wiped off your leg and now on your clothing. so other than that one piece of cloth, you were practically naked.

"it's not eight-thirty(8:30) yet, is it?" you questioned, and now standing on both feet, you grabbed your washcloth from the side of the tub to begin wiping shaving cream from your body.

"we smelt blood. are you okay," david replied, not answering your question, but instead stepping further into the bathroom with the other two following in after him.

wait- two? it should be other three. david, paul, and dwyane were now surrounding you but where was marko? you were sure you saw him when your bathroom door almost fell off its hinges.

didn't matter when you took notice of the shoes that the trio was wearing--you didn't enjoy when they tracked dirt into your house, especially your bedroom. you sighed, "yes- why are you guys still wearing your shoes? you're supposed to place them under the window when coming in."

"we thought you were in danger," david mumbled, resting his hands on the fat of your waist. "we smelt blood, you weren't answering our knocking, and you wouldn't let me into your head."

paul began playing with your hair, "yeah, babe. you had us all worried."

"sorry, i couldn't hear y'all over the music and shaving requires a lot of concentration from me so i can get every. little. hair." you pulled yourself from david's grip and made your way past dwyane to the bathroom counter which held your radio and towel; you set the shaver and washcloth down.

"we can tell," dwyane spoke from behind you, his hips pushing into the plush of your ass as he brought an arm around you to turn down the radio for you while placing a kiss to the top of your head.

you smiled at the action before it quickly dropped when you pieced together the boys' entrance to the shattering sound from earlier. "did you guys break my window?" you questioned, turning to face your boyfriends as dwyane backed away at you accusation.

we thought you were in danger, doll, you heard from inside your head, the faded voice belonging to david as your were less focused than before--not by much because you were annoyed at them now for breaking your window.

"you said that already."

"but have we ever told you that you look really fucking sexy?" you saw how paul's eyes wandered over your plump and mostly bare figure, his eyes never staying in one place for too long. glancing at the other two, you saw dwyane's gaze repeatedly shift between your body and the wall behind you.

david's eyes casually traveled over your firm with a smirk on his face before lifting to meet your stare, his smile dropping at the unamused look in your eyes.

you grabbed the towel from the counter behind you and used it to cover your lower area from view.

"i mean, that's a really cute bra. where'd you get it, babe?"

"one, it's an old sports bra so it's not really 'cute', and two, you don't wear or buy me bras."

"i think i could rock a-"

david sighed, interrupting the taller blonde's rambling, "paul, just shut up."

"put your shoes away, fix my window and clean up any dirt you tracked in," you stepped closer them and began to shoo them out of the bathroom with one hand while the other still clutched onto the towel.

"but baaaabe," the twisted sister whined.

"get out."

marko watched his lovers leave the bathroom, hiding his grin with his fist as he didn't want to be punched by one them at the moment; don't get him wrong, he'd love to play wrestle with one of them but not in your house and definitely not when he could possibly get away with cleaning and instead be helping you out.

slipping into the bathroom, the curly blonde made his way up to your figure which was fiddling around with the radio, "hey, sweetcheeks," he spoke, leaning against the counter with his body facing yours.

glancing down, you took notice of the fact that he was shoeless--which made you somewhat content--but you were still irritated. "what do you need, marko? i want to finish shaving."

marko picked up the shaver from the counter, pinching it between his pointer finger and thumb, "just wondering if you wanted any help."

[checkitoutmikey]

Star snaps

The boys told you not to wander alone. But you just wouldn’t listen, huh?

Pairing: poly!lost boys x fem!reader

Warnings: blood, gore, near death experience, death, if you love Star you don’t wanna read this, no beta

You didn‘t know what was happening at first.

You were just walking down the beach with only the sound of crashing waves keeping you company. The boys left you a while ago to find a dinner so you had some time for yourself before they come back. Sure, it would be better to stay at Boardwalk, smarter too, but you just weren’t in the mood for carnival music and cloying scent of greesy food. David would give you an earful if he found out. Him and Dwayne always tell how dangerous this place is and to not leave Boardwalk by youself. It seems you were about to prove them right.

At first your brain couldn’t really comprehend why you are suddenly laying on the cold sand, staring at night sky. Then you realized someone was sitting on top of you, crushing you. The wavy brown hair and tinkling of glass beads clued you in.

„Star?“ you choked out in daze.

Her sharp fangs ripping into your throat sent a chill down your spine. She couldn’t be feeding on you, right? She hated the idea of becaming a vampire so why was she drinking your blood? You could hear the sound with discerning clarity. Gulp, gulp, gulp.

You pushed your hands against her shoulders to try and get her off but that only seemed to enrage her. She pressed herself closer to your body. Her palm pushed at your chest so hard you heard something crack. That’s when the true fear sat in.

„Star. Come on, calm down,“ you whispered. Trying to stay cool under the assault of deep seated pain that blossom in you.

She growled viciously and sank het teeth even deeper into your tender neck. With every passing second you could feel the panic rising as you heartbeat became louder and louder in your ears. Flight or fight instinct was a bitch when you knew neither would help in your current situation.

„Please. Star, you don’t wanna do this. Star!“

Dizziness started to set in. Was this it? Would you die like this? What about the boys? Would they be angry? At you? Star? Who would they really blame for this whole mess? You shouldn’t be by yourself, that was on you. And Star couldn’t help her urges. Would they forgive her? Would-

***

David couldn’t remember the last time he panicked. Truly panicked. That primal unhinged emotion that made your heart race and brain shut down.

He just arrived at the Boardwalk with his pack in tow just to find you absent. They left you in front of the ice cream place but you weren’t there. He was about to order his boys to spread out and check your usual spots when he got a whiff of something sweet. Blood. Your blood.

Marko was the first one to snap out of his daze and bolted the way your scent was coming from with the rest of his brothers following close. Dwayne had to grab him, pull him back against his chest to keep him from pouncing on Star and making the whole thing worse. It would help no one to have two viscious vampires fighting so close to you. Paul stayed a bit behind. He whimpered at the sight of your mangled body, it made him sick.

David didn’t even properly register the scene infront of him before he grabbed Star by her hair. He took care not to move her too much, that would just damage you more.

„Star. Let go. Slowly,“ he growled, pushing her head a bit closer to your neck to unhook her fangs gently. The woman snarled in response. She tried to push back but he was like an immovable wall. „Star,“ he repeated and the threat was clear in his voice.

„Fuck! Just let her go Star!“ Marko trashed in Dwayne’s hold. Glowing yellow eyes staring murderously at the half vampire. He would kill her. If David wouldn’t do it, Marko will gladly tear her apart himself.

The seconds tciked by and David knew their time was running out. You were pale and unresponsive. Heartbeat alarmingly slow. While holding Star with one hand he sneaked the other around her jaw and broke it which earned him a pained scream from the women. Paul was there in a flash. He kept her hands away from you just in case she tried to fight for her meal. David moved her head upwards to pull her fangs from your flesh as gently as possible. As soon as she was off of you, he threw her down the beach. In that moment Dwayne released Marko and all hell broke loose. Marko went after Star like rage filled beast that was left out of it’s cage. „Don’t kill her,“ was all Dwayne had to offer before moving closer to you.

Dwayne dropped to his knees next to you but, much like Paul, was too afraid to even touch you. Paul was just standing close by, frantic and teary eyed. He was hugging himself like some scared child. „Are we really doing this?“ he asked but the answer was pretty clear. David gently cupped your face with his hands. By this point you were barely breathing. No way you could speak, much less give consent but that didn’t matter. Even if you didn’t want them to turn you, they would. David would choose pissed off vampire you before dead you any night.

„Marko! Get that bitch over here!“ David didn’t even look over to make sure Marko was doing as he was told and instead he hastily sliced his wrist to feed you his blood. What was presented to him seconds later could barely be described as a person but none of them seemed to care. Star deserved this. She refused to change, she refused to feed safely and now she had to pay for her mistakes. Marko didn’t show her mercy. In his mind she deserved none. By now her face was just a pulp of flesh with blood caked on top of it with matted hair sticking to it in clumps. There was a time when they would welcome her to the family but that sentiment died the moment she laid her claws on you.

Dwayne took over David’s position and gently placed your head on his lap to make it easier for you to swallow the blood. He smoothed down your hair, running his fingers through it to help you calm down as much as he was trying to comfort himself.

Paul was full on sobbing now but kept himself away from the scene. The smell of your blood, the gore, the smell of death drawing closer was getting for him. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this scared. The pure need to help but not knowing how was eating him from the inside. But David would fix this. He had to.

Marko moved closer to his taller brother. He wanted to support him but was too enraged to do anything useful. All that was running through his had were images of tearing the bitch apart. Hurting her some more but he knew she was need for your change. Fitting punishment for her transgression. She will die so you could live. It was fair.

David simply broke Star’s arms so she wouldn’t do anymore damage and pushed her throat close to your mouth. „Come on, love. Drink up. Be one of us.“

[britany1997]

Fate Yields For No One

Chapter one

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Poly Lost boys x Max’s daughter reader

Prologue

New York, 1986

“what if I told you that I could do more than heal you? What if I could restore your life and then some? Would you want that?”

“I’m not ready to die, I’m so scared. Please don’t let me die, not like this.”

“I am truly sorry that there isn’t enough time to do this the gentle way, I hope you can forgive me.”

Sharp fangs sinking into your neck always jostled you from your reoccurring nightmare. You sighed as you surveyed the sweat covered sheets surrounding you, running a hand through your hair as you fought to banish your fear.

After that awful night in the alley where Max has found you, you’d ran as far as you could, trading the west coast for the east. But no matter how fast you ran, you couldn’t escape your own mind.

Your life as a human was long gone, but the memories populated your nightmares. They reminded you that no matter how different you were now, how strong, you would always be that pitiful girl who’d almost died, alone and unloved.

Whatever you were now could never erase the fact that you used to be nothing to this world.

You slunk out of bed and sauntered to your balcony, taking in the breathtaking sight of New York City when night fell.

Your hands gripped the railing as your eyes scanned the bright lights, the racing cars, and the bustling crowds. You breathed in deeply, taking in your last view from the balcony before you had to flee your apartment and search for a new one, attached to a new sucker for you to use.

As much as you loathed it, your vampirism allowed you to take revenge on the cruel and wealthy in ways you’d never been able to before.

While other vampires went straight in for the kill, you preferred to play with your food. You didn’t just want to feed on random humans, you wanted the ones you chose to suffer.

You preyed on the titans of Wall Street, the trust fund babies, the old money bastards and all the other men who would have stepped over your corpse in the gutter.

You were beautiful and you knew it. It was never a struggle to ensnare them. You hung around at the fanciest restaurants in the upper east side, and the classiest bars in the financial district. Hunting was pointless, the men came to you.

You spent a few weeks stroking their egos, among other things, and they gave you anything you wanted. The money, the power, the influence they had became yours just as much as it was theirs.

They allowed you into their homes and their hearts. When you were sure that they trusted you, that they loved you, you dropped the mask and showed them who you really were, teeth and all.

Maybe you should feel bad for using them and draining them, and some part of you did feel a small pang of guilt every time the life drained from their terrified eyes.

But you had walked with them at night as they ignored the starving people that lined the streets of the city. They refused to offer even a cent of their “hard-earned” money.

When your eyes welled with tears at the downtrodden state of those around you, they wouldn’t dry your tears. Instead, the rich men would tell you that those stranded on street corners had earned their place in life.

“How will they learn?” they’d ask you. “We can’t just give people money,” they’d patronize you, “this is America! Anyone can pull themselves up by their bootstraps nowadays.”

They’d assure you that they helped them more by not sharing a minuscule amount of their vast wealth. The homeless were a plague on the city, they’d insist. Didn’t you want them to help themselves?

So the men you killed, their deaths didn’t bother you much.

You shivered as you replayed their screams over and over again in your head. They called you a murderer, a monster, and maybe you were.

But so were they. You’d killed over and over, but every person on a street-corner they’d all but spit on, every dollar they’d hoarded that could have saved your family all those years ago, they were murderers too, they were more monster then you could ever be.

You were pulled from your thoughts by a firm knocking at your door.

Your blood ran cold. You knew it’d been a risk to feed on those humans that society had deemed to be the elite and important. But you hadn’t realized your actions would catch up with you this quickly.

You didn’t want to slaughter a hoard of police officers, but you’d do what you had to to keep your freedom. You cautiously unlatched the door and pulled it open.

Though you’d expected to be met with the business end of many pistols, the sight before you was much, much worse.

Wrapped in a taupe suit with not a visible wrinkle, glasses perched on his nose, the vision of the man you’d met in the alley all those years ago stood before you, a frown etched onto his face.

You gasped, moving to slam the door on him, but before you could he wedged his foot in, holding the entrance open and pushing past you.

You hadn’t felt so small and weak since you were human. Max had a way of doing that to you.

“Hello daughter,” he uttered nonchalantly as his eyes took in the sight of your stolen apartment.

You clenched and unclenched your fists, struggling to keep your anger at bay. “You’re not my father,” you spit, “not even close. I had a father remember? Because of you I’ll never see him again.”

Max rolled his eyes, “foolish girl,” he stated, “when are you going to realize that this is the only eternity there is.”

He scoffed, “you are too old to be dwelling on fairytales of an afterlife anymore. Your family is gone, it’s been years, get over it.”

You fought back tears as he ridiculed the love for your family you still clung too. Your hand raised to slap him, but he caught it before you could.

“Ungrateful child,” he said through gritted teeth, “you embarrass me and you squander the gift you have been given.”

You snatched your hand from his grasp and rubbed your risk. “I never asked for this,” you reminded him, “you said you’d save my life, but I died in every way that matters, you lied.”

Max rolled his eyes once more, “I tire of your melodrama little girl. I’ve come to bring you home.”

It was your turn to scoff. “Home?” you laughed, humorlessly, “I have no home in California anymore. My home is here now.”

Max smirked, “which home?” he asked, “as I understand it you’ve become the little ‘black widow Robin Hood’ of the upper east side. You’ve had many many homes these past few years, but they’re not really yours, are they?” He raised an eyebrow.

You crossed your arms as your gaze fell. You hated that he was right.

“I’m not going with you,” you whispered.

He hummed, “you seem to be under the mistaken impression you have any choice in this matter.”

He placed his finger on your chin and tilted your head up, “I am your sire. You will obey me.” he commanded.

“I made you what you are, and I can destroy you just as easily.”

You cringed.

“You either come back with me, or you can return to the gutter,” his hand moved from your chin to wrap around your jaw, squeezing tightly, “but if you choose the gutter, I’ll ensure it is your final destination.”

You boiled with rage but you knew Max was right. He was older than you and much stronger. As your sire you were tired to him, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to fight his thrall.

He stole your mortality, your happiness, and he’d come back to steal your freedom too.

Yet you found yourself gathering your things to leave with him. You hated him, but god, you hated yourself too.

Max flicked the light in the apartment before grabbing your arm and leading you out the door.

He sighed, “I know you resent me now, but I’m only doing what’s best for you. I take care of my children, and I hope that in time you can learn to see me as your father.” he spoke in a rare moment of softness.

You took in his words silently, offering no reply, but sure of the fact that you would never see him as anything other than the man who’d doomed you to an eternity of emptiness and pain.

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[eddieismissing]

fangs. part one. return from the upside down. // steddie x reader

part two. || part three. || part four.

plot: eddie wasn’t dead. he could never leave his girl to face the world without him, he would do anything to make sure you were okay … even if he was a little bit different. 

pairing: steddie x fem!reader, eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 5.8k

warnings : 18+, dark!eddie, perv!eddie, stalker!eddie, vampire!eddie, kaz!eddie, dark content, this part is just story building, angst, fluff, eventual smut (pt2), rough sex, p in v, choking, dirty talk, degradation, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, masterbation, jealousy, intrusive thoughts, slapping, hair pulling, cum in v, croptop!steve, daddy!steve, cuck!steve oversharing, spanking, biting. slight cnc. established consent. poly relationship.

a/n: this chapter is mostly slow burn & plot to define my headcanons and the steddie dynamic!! im happy with how it came out :) enjoy.

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eddie’s light headed but he slowly comes to. steve was the last person he remembers having a conversation with. he yells out his name.

‘s— s-steve!!! fucking hell…’ he gasped and grabbed his sides.

his shirt was damp. lifting his hand closer to his face, eddie’s eyes grew wide staring at his hand covered in blood. there was so much of it. he looked down at himself to somehow better understand the damage. his hellfire shirt he would always let you borrow was ruined. torn to almost shreds, drenched in blood, and covered in dirt stains from the upside down. he froze. the upside down. he was still in this awful place. alone.

steve was sat in his room holding his phone. contemplating a phone call. he trembled while taking a few deep breaths. remembering the events that had taken place just a few days ago. steve had lost his best friend. tears pooled in his eyes. anxiety riddled his chest. he couldn’t imagine what you were going though. he diverted his gaze to his office chair that sat in his room next to his desk. avoiding the tears that were close to falling down his cheeks. eddie’s DIO vest was sat on the back of the chair. he had given it to steve after he sustained a few injuries to his sides. well, and eddie wasn’t really here to take it back either. steve finally pushed the dial button listening to the ringing tone in his ear.

 ‘please don’t be mad at me…’ he worried.

the phone rang suddenly. you jumped out of your skin as you reached for it knowing damn well that no one should be calling you after ten. especially while you were dealing with the loss of your boyfriend. your precious boy. he was gone. tears grew around the corners of your eyes again as you were reminded. grief overtook your existence now. every waking moment. you sniffled and cleared your throat to pick up the phone. your voice was more hoarse than you expected. like you had just overcome a head cold.

‘hello??’ the line was quiet on the other end.

‘h-hello?’ you stuttered.

you gripped the line of the phone thinking one of those basketball mouthbreathers were playing another sick prank on you.

‘hey…’ the voice was familiar this time.

steve spoke on the other line, what came next was fast and jumbled. it was a trait he developed himself while hanging out with robin in his downtime.

‘i am so sorry to call you so late, i know, but I just really needed to reach out to you and make sure you’re okay. something feels off, i know you’re still dealing with stuff. i’m still dealing with stuff too! i just know eddie would’ve wanted me to make sure you’re taken care of. he asked me before he..’

a pause. neither of you meddled on it. ignoring steve’s comment to the best of your ability.

‘… just understand. i made it out of the upside down to take care of you.’

another pause. this one was much more awkward.

‘… for eddie of course. for him.’ he finally finished.

steve takes a deep breath. hoping that he didn’t confess anything to serious or make things awkward. you were so important to him. he wont admit it —ego was to frail to take a blow like that— but he was really glad you pick up his call. before he could form anymore coherent thoughts you started to laugh. roaring laughter sounded from the other end of his line. really, you were a mess of emotion. what steve confessed stuck out to you. you’ve been unable to deal with your grief by yourself. they were right to look after you. eddie was right to send steve to your rescue. how did he do it? somehow your sweet and selfless freak was still checking up on you. even from the after life. tears formed at the corners of your eyes as you chuckled.

‘steve, thank you.’ was all you could manage.

you both paused. not sure what to say next. it remained quiet on both ends for a bit. both of you were lost in thought about memories the two of you shared with eddie, and eachother. the three of you had grown quite close as you took on new adventures with the kids and the rest of the teens. that’s precisely why you were in this situation. you tried not to point the blame at anyone or get lost in your head. instead you spoke softly to steve,

‘i know how close you were becoming with eddie.’ your voice was drained.

this you knew was true. steve and eddie had always hated each other throughout highschool. just two weeks ago before you found yourself wrapped up in this ‘cult of vecna’ shit. eddies opinion on steve woulve been harsh. now? you’d definitely like to hear what eddie had to say about the ‘king of hawkins high’ himself. you both started hanging out with nancy, robin, a fun group of kids steve babysat, and steve more frequently. this made you all grow closer, quite fast. maybe that changed eddie’s opinion. that was something you knew you’d never have the answer for. before the week that changed your lives occurred, the metalhead often went on tangents telling you how much of an ass steve seemed to be. he had rich parents, was a snob, and could have anyone he pleased. you thought maybe eddie was jealous of steve, but really why would he be. you. his most prized possession. you were eddie’s girl. steve could admit he was always envious of this fact, but in this new blooming friendship mixed with the feelings he had previously had for you, a feeling filled his chest with warmth. steve couldn’t tell who he was more envious of. was it eddie? or was it you? he always shook it off. decided he was just lovesick and wanted to experience the puppy love you both shared. yeah, he was dealing with a lot himself. steve bit his finger to keep it from dancing across his lips as you spoke.

‘he was always so jealous of you, steve. he didn’t mean it though … id hope, for your sake.’ you let out a small giggle to hide the crack in your voice.

‘..im so glad you were there with him in his last moments.’ you said.

he winced before sighing deeply. remembering eddie passing in his arms. steve was the only one who went to check on eddie when he didn’t come back through to the overworld. yeah, they had a love hate relationship, but steve really was closer with eddie. they were trauma bonded after all. small talk often slipped into full extravagant conversations as your group of friends took over hawkins. they figured if they had the same taste in women, maybe they had more things in common too. they were inseparable almost immediately. when eddie went missing, something in steve snapped. he traversed the upside down alone looking for the cowardly man. steve hoped to find him in one piece, but sadly he faced the worst. he rushed to aid eddie in anyway he could. holding him in his arms. steve knew that eddie was a main source of happiness for you, and he understood now. eddie wasn’t what he seemed. he was a bubbly ray of sunshine. sure, he definitely looked like a mean biker that would walk into a bar and pick a fight with the biggest guy he could find. that aside, he really was just navigating the game of life as best he could. he possessed wild, loving, kind, and heartfelt emotions. they shared stories, and steve watched how you kissed eddie’s cheeks, or held his sides when you tugged on him wanting attention. steve loved watching the two of you shamelessly grope each other. it was a guilty pleasure for him. he wanted nothing more than to reunite the two of you. sadly, that would never happen. his lights flickered again as he thought back to the traumatic situation. he spoke over the phone in a sadder tone now,

‘yeah, of course. he was a good guy. just let me know if you need something. please. i’m always here.’ he assured.

you went to thank him and talk more about the love you shared for the sweet boy you both adored, but the dial tone sounded in your ear. the conversation seemed to be cut short as the line died.

‘steve? hello?’ *silence*

nothing. you spoke but no one answered. a soft hum from the empty line filled the speaker. you shook your anxiety away as you closed your eyes. laying the phone on your chest you took a deep breathe. the rest of the strength you possessed was used when you put the phone back on the bedside table next to your favorite stuffed bear. one eye, and a cute white shirt on. you rolled back over into bed you looked down at your necklace and held the charm in your palm. it was your favorite locket. you opened it to view the photo inside. it was a photo of eddie that you had taken when he was sat on your bed after he climbed through the window on evening. pure eddie fashion. you kissed the photo goodnight and went to bed. a deep, stressful sigh filled your lungs. nervousness grew in your chest thinking back to the phone call. why did he hangup so suddenly? you avoided the unease and rolled over to get comfortable. steve would be okay. surely. he always was.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

steve had a dumb look on his face as he heard the dial tone loudly in his right ear. his lights still flickering as he sat the phone down. he looked even more confused as he realized the lights illuminating his stripped walls were flashing on and off in some sort of pattern. he had seen one of the kids do it before.

‘...maybe it was henderson…? no, no, it was definitely sinclair…?’

the clueless boy he spoke out loud. he whispered to himself often. it made him feel less crazy. he also thought it helped him think better. standing up now off his bed he studied the lights.

‘S.O.S.’

still not understanding he focused his eyes on the lights and tapped his fingers against his tight jeans, he mocked the pattern.

‘eddie’ he spoke with determination.

his dark eye’s were glowing from the light that bounced off the lamp shade. steve remembered eddie mentioning to nancy how he knew only ‘S.O.S.’ in morse code. nancy just scoffing and staring at him in pure judgment. steve thinks back to the memory.

‘that counts, right?’ eddie said with uncertainty.

those were some of eddie’s last words. if only they knew. maybe the group could’ve done something different? steve still thought his little knowledge he had on the subject was cool. the lights continued to flicker. steve jumped off his feet. still in his pjs. he rushed around his rooms looking for his key items. he threw a yellow sweatshirt over his old crop top he wore to sleep, and threw on his pants. grabbing his keys, a flashlight, his bat, steve threw open his bedroom door. walking swiftly out of his room before turning and grabbing one last thing. he picked up the cloth that laid on the chair next to his desk. eddie’s battle vest. with determination filling his chest. he sighed and spoke to himself,

‘this better be you, man.’ he ran out of the room.

steve jumped in his car and headed towards the forest that surrounded his friends old trailer, the last place he had seen his friend.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

eddie carelessly walked around the upside down, fearing nothing. the large trees danced over him, threatening him with their presence. his nerves caused him to drift off his path he had followed for the past hour. he walked down a street that seemed familiar now, accidentally stumbling upon harrington’s house.

‘ah, shit.’ he giggled.

he thought back to all the times he wasn’t invited to the parties steve would host because he was the school ‘freak.’ the memories were bitter sweet. after all, steve harrington was the first person to ever call eddie his infamous nickname. now it didn’t really matter. they were more mature. eddie saw steve in a different light. however, to say it didn’t sting was unreasonable. in eddie’s defense, he was really trying to look past all those times in highschool the ‘king’ had shoved him into his locker, made a snarky comment about his interest, took his lunch, or even tried to get with his crush. he was totally trying to see steve in a different light. ‘freak’ still hurt, but eddie learned to love it. that nickname slowly manifested into something more. it turned him into who he was today. sometimes, he would even ask you to moan it back into his mouth as he kissed you. wish steve knew that.

•ʚ♡ɞ•

eddie gets lost in another thought thinking of you. god, he really fucking missed you. two days without you and he couldn’t get you out of his head. he remembers a time during his first senior year. eddie watched you from the street in his van. steve threw a pool party every year and made sure you were on the guestlist. always. just to piss him off. he was sure of it. this one was to celebrate graduation. you were a junior but steve adored you so of course you and a few other junior girls were invited. it didn’t matter that eddie wasn’t graduating, he was glad he got held back so he had more time with you. he felt jealousy bubble up in his chest instantly. watching steve snake his arms around your waist in that tiny swimsuit was torture. he tried to pull his eyes away, honestly. but he was totally entranced by you. he watched steve hold you down before forcing you into the ice cold pool. you were playing in that dipshits pool.

‘oh jesus h christ’ eddie mumbled from the safety of his van.

you were such a flirt with all the guests. eddie was lost in his daydream. you had no idea what you were doing to him. you had no idea that eddie was watching you. your body looked amazing in that skimpy black swimsuit. it was a little too small since you hadn’t bought one since sophomore year. the two boys devoured you with their eyes. eddie cursed steve for being the one was able to gaze at you up close.

if eddie were in his shoes he would’ve made up some excuse to be a pervert. he even would’ve accidentally pulled the top string of your top so you would have to grab your chest and complain about needing a helping hand to tie it back. water dripped down your body as you wrapped yourself in a towel. eddie knew you were inexperienced, and a little careless around men. not knowing fully what they were thinking or even capable of. that drove him even crazier. drove steve crazy too. they both watched you, eddie a couple yards away and steve a few feet. eddie’s chest got hot and tight while watching harrington adjust his pants as you walked up to him sitting in a lawn chair.

‘i think im gonna head out, stevie.’ you said.

‘oh princess! leaving so soon? c’mon we could have another drink?’ he pointed to his cooler.

steve grabbed another beer before biting the can with his teeth. he shotgunned the can. hoping to impress you. a giggle left your throat and he smiled lighting a cigarette for his succession. eddie rolled his eyes. you continued to say your goodbyes to steve and went inside. leaving eddie’s sight. you went to gather your clothes so you could change out of your wet clothes and into something more comfortable. eddie started his van up knowing you would soon be walking out of the front door. steve’s big fancy entryway being hard to miss from where he was parked. he wanted to make sure you, of all people, didn't think he was some loser. watching you was maybe freak behavior but he loved you. obsessed with you since freshman year when you passed a note to him mentioning how you supported his efforts in starting a club. hellfire. which, for a fact, was doing very well. secondly. this meant that he liked you longer than stupid dipshit harrington. yet, he knew that if you caught him it would take even more effort to make you his. because why would someone as pretty and sweet as you ever really like the freak? especially when steve, your perfect boy next door, was begging for your attention any chance he got.

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eddie walked through the woods around steves house while thinking of you. completely lost in thought. he was woken up from his day dream as he bit his lip. a sharp pain. something wet and warm was dripping down his chin. blood. he moved his hand up to his lip he had just bit and realized he must’ve pierced himself with his teeth,

‘that’s strange.’ he mumbled.

he stuck his tongue against his pearls realizing they were sharper than before. as eddie was investigating his own mouth he heard a twig snap behind him. he wasn’t fearful or scared of the upside down anymore, he felt comfortable. however, this didn’t change his cowardly personality. hearing the sudden noise he decided to head towards steve’s house. 

the upside down made steve’s house look different. it was gross, colorless, and slimy. it’s appearance was somehow more revolting to him now than when he would drive past steve’s block before school. he opened the door and proceeded to walk up the stairs to find steve’s room. deciding he was going to snoop around in his new friend’s room while he had the chance. he dug through drawers, looked under his bed, through his desk and went through his closet only finding a few things that sparked his interest. condoms, cute crop tops steve must’ve worn to bed, a tasteful but not kinky playboy mag, and an abba cassette tape. eddie groans at the thought of steve being vanilla and gentle with his girls. is that's why steve never had a chance with you? eddie thought to himself. if he had the chance, he wanted to exchange sex stories with steve. eddie huffed at the thought. maybe steve could teach him a few things? doubt it. sprawling out on steve’s bed. eddie always wanted to take you in front of steve. would he want to watch? he stared at the wall and got lost in his dirty thoughts. eddie’s eyes grew sore from looking at steve’s ugly stripped wallpaper. he picked up the playboy magazine that was in his possession. he turned the pages, some stuck together.

‘gross harrington, couldn't even grab a tissue?’ he said to himself.

he found a model that resembled you covered in traces of steve. eddie chuckled realizing he must’ve frequented this page. his urge to tell steve about his sex stories with you increased. oversharing was one of eddie’s favorite things to do. it brought him comfort. the idea of sharing dirty stories with steve fueled him. watching steve be jealous while he adjusted his pants. that was a serious slice of karma. the thought made eddie’s cock stiffen against his tight black ripped jeans. eddie kept his composure, but he could admit he was hungry for you. to him, it felt like he hadn’t had the chance to use you for years. he took his time looking at the girls in the magazine. wishing he had kept an old polarid of your naked body in a revealing pose in his wallet. he’d remind you to strip down so he could take one for him when you reunited. that’s if, he ever sees you again. he shook those negative thoughts out of his head. getting bored very quickly, and threw the mag somewhere into the room. it hit the lamp that was next to steve’s desk. eddie looked curiously at the lamp. he remembered the time that henderson, one of his hellfire members, mentioned the story of will byers. dustin explained over and over how eddie would’ve loved will. he was a kid at heart and still loved playing D&D as often as they could. he moved to california, for different reasons. dustin explained further,

‘will was so smart, he thinks on his feet! he totally learned how to communicate in the upside down with lights to get his mom's attention!’ he said.

eddie moved closer to the lamp and began turning it on and off again.

‘S.O.S.’

this continued for a few more minutes before eddie decided to walk back to his trailer. he knew that if his message got through to steve that he would be headed there next. 

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fingers tensed as steve gripped his steering wheel. he was looking at eddie’s porch. his headlights were illuminating the door and side of eddie’s trailer. inside his head he tried to keep his composure. terrified of what may be lurking inside the now abandoned trailer. taking a deep breath, steve turned off his car. shook out his nerves one more time before slowly walking up the stairs. he opened the door to the dark trailer. it was quiet. he walked towards the hole in the ceiling that looked into the nightmarishly dimension. bending his neck he glanced into the other side. steve stood in shock. steve’s neck being extended out made his throat sore as he gulped. his jaw tensed. he was looking into the darkness of the upside down and there he was. eddie “freak” munson. banishment was his fait steve thought. how was he here now? the clearly injured eddie sat crisscrossed. he seemed calm. staring down at steve from the hole in the middle of his trailer’s living room.

‘e..eddie?’

steve shook his head thinking he was dreaming. he couldn’t believe his eyes. heart racing and palms sweaty. anxiety filled his chest. how was this possible? first ‘zombie-boy’ and now … his bestfriend was in front of him again. clear as day.

‘there’s my big boy.’ eddie said with a shit eating grin.

his teeth sparkled a bright white, bearing sharper teeth. steve made a note of this though his confusion. curiosity riddled his brain.

‘i was waiting for my knight in shining armor to come save me!’ eddie chuckled carelessly.

steve was so excited to see his best friend again. shaking off any thoughts of unease. he didn't even hesitate to grab the tied together clothes left on his side of the world. that was the way they traversed through the dimensions, but eddie had thrown it to dustin carelessly before his last moments. steve threw it upwards at the roof of the homey trailer. excitement struck steve like a little puppy. he wanted to tell eddie so much. sure, it had only been two days, but he desperately needed a hug. steve knew his next moves. pulling him in for a aggressive hug and then punching the shit out of his arm. steve would laugh as eddie winced at the pain and he would grunt out a soft,

‘what the fuck, dude!’

his eyes glossed over thinking about the moment that was seconds away from becoming a reality. he couldn’t believe eddie was back. it choked him up a bit.

‘catch!’ the yell filled the room.

steve was hollering at the curly haired boy. eddie caught the rags and tugged. the rope was suspended in between the two dimensions, like before. steve rushed towards eddies room. he planned to grab a mattress to ensure a safe landing. however, as soon as steve turned away he heard a loud thud. eddie had an increased sense of balance. already free from the upside down and standing now on his two feet in front of steve. he was covered in blood and dirt, he looked like shit. hot shit. but still shit. eddie’s shirt barely clung to his body. he had cuts, scrapes, and bruises all over his pale chest. a few hickies lined his v line and disappeared into the waistband of his trousers. steve knew that was you who left those love bites. a demobat wouldn’t be that gentle.

steve’s eyes traversed eddie’s body and held his breath. the view was strangely erotic. why was he so turned on? was it his grief mixed with his dumb man brain? maybe it was just that time of the night. yeah, he was a bit on the confused side for sure. dealing with the backs and fourths of his closeted mind.  he was used to traditional love. the feelings scared him. who would’ve though steve would ever have a crush on a man? especially towards his best friend. steve blushed while taking off eddie’s vest. he tossed it towards him and a smile grew on his lips. remembering the moment they shared just a few days ago. steve spoke suddenly,

‘for your modesty, dude.’ they both giggled.

eddie paused, having an evil grin adorn his face. he did really miss steve. removing his mangled hellfire shirt he spoke,

‘what? you don't think my girl would still wanna wear my shirt?’

steve laughed, and through the chuckles said, ‘covered in nasty shit and your blood? absolutely not.’

eddie put his vest over his bare chest. he looked steve directly in his eyes, and began with,

‘oh you have no idea what we get up to… do you harrington?’ steve stiffened at eddies words.

eddie continued, ‘i saw your house while i was traversing around in there, decided to snoop. found a cute magazine. i would've kept it if my favorite page wasn’t ruined.’ he hissed.

his brows were furrowed at steve. he was being sure to let steve know he would never let him touch you. not without his permission. he was so possessive over you. seeing steve’s dirty magazines made him a little weary. he was fine with steve stealing glances when he groped you, and he loved how curious steve would get when eddie made sexual comments at you when he was around. he would watch steve squirm in his pants. maybe he would share you? ugh. he was doing it again, being a pervert and falling into dirty thoughts while he needed to be serious or real. he urged himself to come back down to eart. relief flooded over eddie. eddie really did miss steve. he couldn’t wait to embrace him with a hug and maybe chat about all that he’s missed while sharing a joint. of course, by sharing he meant smoking while steve watched. steve punched eddie in the arm and pulled him in for a hug. eddie blushed, his tough guy act was cut short.

‘shut up man.’ he teased.

steve pulled away from the hug first. pushing his hand into eddie’s chest.

‘we can talk about that mess i made on my magazines after i bring you back to her. think shes gonna fall in love with me? maybe ill get a kiss for returning her most prized possession.’

eddie let out a belly laugh, his sharp fangs being more prominent.

‘in your wet dreams, harrington.’ he jabbed.

if only eddie knew how many times you had been running through steve’s head late at night. maybe he would take that joke back. eddie just laughed though. it didn’t sound like he was being serious but still eddie’s mind wandered. he needed a cold shower. walking toward the back of the trailer eddie made his way to the bathroom. deciding he had to be in good shape before he surprised you with his escape from death. they planned to head to your house after he cleaned himself up. steve sat on his couch, leaning his head back. he pictures the hickies he saw on eddie’s hips. the image of you sucking deeply into the pale tender skin of his bestfriend consumed him.

‘wait, why was he looking at my porn stash..?’ steve thought out loud again.

he rolled his head back wondering if eddie was going to jerk off in his bed. his hands slapped over his face as he brushed the dirty confusing thoughts away and instead tried to imagine everything that the two of you might get up to when he’s not around. lost in thought as he laid his head back against the soft couch. dirty thoughts of you and eddie filled his mind. he so so turned on. he was so hot, bothered, and absolutely full of sexual desires. was it the phone call he just had with you? definitely that time of night. he sighed as he heard eddie turn on the shower.

steve continues to think back through his memories of you and eddie. there’s a flashback here to the beginning of their senior year. 

the two boys had massive crushes on you. this was the start of their hatred for each other. as soon as steve’s interest in you grew, so did eddie’s possessiveness and jealousy. and you. well, you had no idea. your clueless nature put both of them in the competitive mood. it was a fucking game to them. steve was always quick to visit your locker and sweet talk you. he loved whispering things in your ear to see you shiver. his favorite was when he watched eddie clench his fist as he pulled your hair behind your ear and got closer to your neck. that fucker. eddie burned inside each time he did that. however, eddie was convinced the preppy himbo didn’t know you like he knew you. eddie watched you. stalked you. he learned how to make you laugh between your classes, he would act like a fool, making funny faces, and loud noises to gather your attention. you and eddie hadn’t really talked other than during freshman year. passing notes when you were bored and watching him draw. that’s how you knew eddie had a caring side to him too. he was always around too. his presence was comforting. not scary in the slightest like how steve warned you. for example, one time steve’s old friend tommy slapped your ass as you walked down the hall in a skimpy skirt. eddie watched it happen. of course he did. oh, he loved that skirt on you. following you throughout the day just to have a chance to peak under it. but, after he watched another man disrespect you he almost lost his mind. he pinned tommy against a locker instantly punching the steel door next to tommy’s head.

‘not. fucking. cool.’ he growled.

you looked at him with scared eyes. all you could make out was his pretty rockstar curls and his side profile. it was a flash of movement and then a loud bang. he was deeply clenching his jaw. his rings sparkled as they tightened around the material of a shirt. the shirt that your perpetrator was wearing. you wouldn’t admit it but you were more startled at eddies tone and the sudden loud bang against the steel lockers. how was he always around? protecting you? you wondered. ultimately deciding to shut down the thoughts as you heard eddie mumble something, 

‘you touch her again and im going to cut your fucking fingers off. you hear me? gonna loose each of ‘em. one. by. one. never touch any ass again.’ his tone was scary.

he glanced at you but his eyes darted back to tommy as you met his gaze.

‘especially mine.’ oh he wanted to say it so bad.

but he didn’t. instead he just grunted, angrily, like he was letting out pent up emotions. tommy knew how eddie felt about you. steve had shit talked eddie a few times to him over lunch or in the locker room after basketball games. it was so obvious. someone as clueless as you should’ve even been able to tell how much eddie adored you. tommy smirked because of the embarrassment that grew on eddies redden cheeks. he could just spoil eddie’s little secret in front of you right now. tommy smirked knowing how humiliated eddie would be if his secret got out. a loser like him liked a girl like you. he grabbed the boys collar tighter. eddie was calling his bluff. distance between the two boys closed in so  he could whisper.

‘get out fuck of here, tommy.’

there was a pause from eddie, he glanced at you. making sure his words were ineligible to you.

‘and remind that dipshit, harrington to fuck off with the flirting for me? he’s getting to close to my girl. m’kay? you both know how i feel about this one.’

he turned to you and spoke smoothly, ‘you okay, sweetheart?’

you blushed and nodded with a hand over your mouth. sweetheart. eddie had always called you that. this time felt different. you tummy spun and your cheeks got really hot. that was new. really new. you never noticed how protective he was of you till this day. didn’t even really pay mind to him when you noticed him watching you in the shadows. he walked away from you confidently. he sent a sweet smile your way as he spun on his heels. steve walked down the hall towards you. they crossed paths for a moment and the sight in front of you was like out of a movie. two hot boys in a glowing in florescent light from the school hallways. they seemed to walk in slow motion and the contrast of their outside appearances was comical. eddie was like a broken mirror that promised to bring seven years of bad luck, but steve was like warm sunset that you watched while at a bonfire. as eddie passed steve he stuck his tongue out with a guttural sound leaving his throat. the brunette just rolled his eyes with a small wave as a reply to the devil child. you thought both of them were so attractive. in different ways. however, maybe you weren’t the only clueless one. neither of them knew you had more of a thing for bad boy outcasts. maybe steve could actually flirt with you but eddie was different. he peaked your interest in a way steve couldn’t. both men had their ups and downs but you wanted to know more about that boy the town called the devil. consider your intrest peaked. if only you knew eddie had been obsessing over you for years. he was tired of just watching you now though. eddie wanted to change something. he wanted to have you to himself and show you off to the world. especially after he watched you all day in that slutty black skit. you had no idea what you were doing to him. a few weeks after spying on you at steve’s pool party. that pushed him over the edge. he decided he was going to make his first move and soon, he’ll show steve.

fin.

this is my first ever fanfic and im proud of it so far! im super new to tumblr and am just messing around while i figure out the ropes :) thank you for reading and please if you enjoyed reblog or fav! p.s. parts one - five are out now. check my masterlist!

— with love, KID!

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

It's not your fault

warning : big hurt, big angst, tiny comfort, use of Y/n, mentioned character death

Summary : There's a knock on your window in the middle of the night. What should be a quiet night in your mind is a pure tragedy for your boyfriends. They are hiding something from you, something you must painfully experience yourself. The acceptance of the cruel reality.

Poly! Lost Boys x fem reader

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The sun was still so incredibly bright during the day. But it was the night that seemed all the darker. The night seemed to use all its power and plunge everything into darkness. It seemed so infinitely stronger.

It was the first moment when the moon rose, the shadows lengthened and everything went to sleep, when the young woman was already asleep. The day had been exhausting because the two frog brothers had not shown up at the shop and she had to somehow manage the shift alone.

She had long since sunk into her sleep, into her humanity of tiredness. She was almost oblivious to her surroundings. Almost. But something reached her ear, a sound that rang out again. Her mind had not yet understood what was happening, she turned slightly and pulled the blanket closer to her.

Thought it was a dream, perhaps? Before the noise sounded again. Louder, faster, more urgent. ,,Y/n!" someone called her name and she mumbled something. She thought it was her mother telling her she had overslept. But the voice was too dark for that, it was a male voice. It couldn't be her mother.

Something was not right. Tiredly opening her eyes, she pushed the blanket aside and took a few seconds to orient herself. She felt the goose bumps on her body from her top and short sleeping pants. She looked around.

Darkness. She fumbled at her bedside table for her lamp and stood up. Her room was needily lit and yet she saw what she needed to see. Saw what it was that made the noise. ,,What are you doing here?" she asked tiredly and confusedly as she went to her window and opened the latch so David, Dwayne and Paul could fly in.

The cool night air flew lightly into the room, dancing with her curtains and even knocking a couple of loose sheets off her desk, but none of them picked it up. None of the three hugged or greeted her.

None of the three smiled. She wanted to go over to Paul who had stayed as close as possible to the window. It's like he wants to disappear again right away, she thought, feeling the heavy mood she could just sense.

She reached out for his hand but he pulled his away. As if he was afraid she might hurt him. Although it should have been the other way round. ,,Paul?" she asked and sought his gaze, but he only looked out into the night. ,,What's going on? Where is Marko?" she asked after looking out of the window to see where the little blond had gone.

However, she expected him to be kissing her neck and pulling her close to him any second. But too much time seemed to have passed for that. ,,He's...not coming," she heard Dwayne say, his eyes fixed on the ground and his arms crossed. She saw how tense he was.

Saw how his fingers had formed claws and were almost threatening to cut through the leather of his jacket. ,,Oh...is he hunting?" she dared to ask, even though something told her that the more she probed, the less she would get. ,,Y/n I...no we all need some of your blood," said David who seemed the most normal so far. But even though there was a small smile on his lips. His blue eyes were full of sadness. He seemed to have suffered.

Astonishment was in her face not only that the vampires wanted something from her so early was rather strange. She was also a little worried that there were only three of them. Then there was the chill. They were hiding something from her. But still she nodded and agreed and sat down on her bed.

Not least because she had seen David stroking his hand from time to time and saw the burn. The sun had got him. She stretched her arm out slightly and tied her hair into a braid to clear her neck. ,,Please" she murmured and waited for the three to help themselves. Normally it was an intimate moment between the five of them.

A moment that would be introduced with kisses, sweet words and endearments. A moment of love between them. But now? Now it seemed a tragedy. She closed her eyes and tried to remember the last times, the beautiful, sensual loving moments between them. It helped to suppress the pain of the bite a little.

But she wouldn't have done all this voluntarily if she didn't love them all with all her heart. But Marko was not there again. Not even when she felt something dripping on her thigh, something wetting her arm and something running down her neck. ,,What?" she murmured softly and opened her eyes as she looked at the three of them.

It made her heart stop for a moment, her insides scramble and her pulse quicken out of fear. To quicken out of pain in not knowing what had happened. The three were in their vampire form but what dripped on her was not her own blood. It was tears. Bloody tears.

The three cried silent tears. ,,That-that's not possible," she murmured, her eyes darting back and forth over the three. Looking for confirmation that she was imagining things. That her suspicions were wrong.

That it was just a joke. That Marko would still join them. A bad nightmare that wasn't true. She saw her vision blur as tears came to her eyes. As her heart contracted and she winced slightly from the pain.

She wanted to scream, cry, sob. Do something but she seemed paralysed. He was gone. He would not rise again. They had lost him. Her slightly trembling fingers clung lightly to David and Dwayne as if she was afraid she would topple over any second.

Unable to cope with the truth. ,,He can't be de-" she opened her lips but only a silent scream escaped her as the three of them suddenly sank into her house and drank her blood at the same time. They did not allow her to speak the truth. Not to say that Marko was dead.

But with the biting of the three, her tears flowed down her cheeks and fell onto her top. Her weeping and sobbing was stifled by the sound of the three. She wanted to tear herself away, to curl up and hide, to shake off this unbearable thought. But the vampires wouldn't let her. It never hurt so much.

In the bites and the bloodsucking was rage and haas driven by grief. They blame themselves it went through her head and she felt it hit her. She knew, as obvious as it was, that there was nothing she could have done. She didn't know what had killed the blonde but her blood wouldn't have been enough. She would have died.

Something that hurt even more. But as soon as the realisation hit her, she felt a slight tingling in her body and black spots slowly began to appear on her vision. They were going to suck her into unconsciousness.

They wanted to avenge Marko. ,,Stop...it," she said, but her voice sounded weak, muffled and too far away. She tried to free herself from their grasp, but it was no use. They only seemed to bite harder. Just wanting to have more power. More of the love that was still inside her before it was destroyed like the three.

Before a wave of dizziness went through her body and for a moment she threatened to topple over. They had sucked her blood too much. Only then did she feel David murmur something and the three of them disengage from her and lay gently on the bed.

She closed her eyes for a moment, barely feeling her limbs and everything seemed so infinitely far away from her. ,,Thank you," she heard Dwayne's voice gently wipe away a tear and try to calm her. To take away the fear she felt. Her hand searched for one of the three.

But they had all long since risen from the bed and were heading for the window. ,,Please...don't go" she pleaded, afraid she would never see any of them again. That all they had was no longer. That their love would be torn from her. She did not hear the brief murmur of the three of them discussing something.

She didn't hear how Paul and Dwayne had already flown out. She felt David lift her slightly and place her gently under the covers. His light smell of smoke surrounded her. Bringing her back to sleep.

She saw his eyes, felt the tingling sensation in her head, knew what it meant. ,,Don't please," she mumbled as her vision slowly began to blur. As her weak mind was broken by the grief of hypnosis and the image of David carrying her. ,,It's not your fault," was the last thing she said before David left the room and the window closed. How she robbed him of the sleep she did not want.

But once surrounded by darkness she saw him again. Marko. For the moment, her grief would be sated. Until she would wake up and face reality. Losing all her love in one night.

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[prettywhenibleed]

𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 (Misunderstanding)

Fem!Reader x Poly!Lost Boys

Okay, so a friend and I just came up with this the other night.  Thought it was funny and sweet. @6lostgirl6

TW: None

You had been dating the boys for about a month now. They had already told you that they were vampires and told you that you were their mate. You were all at The Boardwalk one night when something occurred to you. There was something that you had yet to show them and you were pretty excited about their reactions to seeing her. You turned to face your boys. “Hey, you guys wanna see my baby?” You asked them, a wide smile plastered on your face. Looks of confusion and shock washed over David, Marko, Paul and Dwayne’s faces. Baby? They all thought. Y/n has a baby? How the hell did we not know about this? Why the hell hadn’t she told them? They tried to mask the looks on their faces and play it off like they weren’t completely freaking out internally. “Yeah. We’d love to see your baby.” Marko says to their mate. Y/n’s smile brightens even more. “Awesome!! Meet me at my place tomorrow night around 8 and I’ll show her to you guys!” You tell them all. You were so excited. 

After the boys dropped you off at your house, they all made their way to some stores that were still open. They had decided to go and buy some baby stuff for you and your baby. While they weren’t expecting you to have a baby, you were still their mate and that meant that no matter what, they would love you. Admittedly, they did freak out for a bit though. “What the hell man! I didn’t know she had a baby!” Paul exclaimed, waving his arms around. “We know Paul. None of us knew!” Marko told him, shaking his head at his brother. “It doesn’t change anything. Besides, it’s not that big of a deal.” Dwayne said. “Okay. Everyone just shut the hell up!” David said, raising his voice as he tossed his cigarette to the ground. “Baby or not, y/n is our mate and nothing is going to change that.” He said to the boys, them all agreeing with him. After a few moments, Dwayne spoke up. “We should get some baby stuff and take it over with us.” He offered. “Yeah, yeah. Good idea!” Paul said excitedly. Everything was fine until they got into the store and started looking for what stuff they would buy. Let’s just say that there was a lot of fighting over what they should and shouldn’t get. They didn’t know exactly what to get, but they had a basic idea, mostly on Dwayne, and surprisingly, David’s part.

The next night they pulled up outside of y/n’s house and shut off their bikes. They walked up to the front door, bags in hands, and Paul excitedly knocked on the door. You pulled the door open, a big smile growing on your face at the sight of your boys. “Boys!” You said as you stepped outside. You pulled them all into hugs and gave them each a kiss. “So, you ready to see my baby?” you asked. “More than ready sweets.” Marko said, they others nodding along. You noticed the bags in their hands but thought nothing much of it. They would sometimes come over and bring some snacks and stuff with them if they were planning on staying for a while, which mostly got eaten by Paul and Marko. You moved past them and made your way to your garage, keys in hand. The boys looked at each other in confusion for a moment before following you, watching as you open up the garage. ‘That’s a weird place to keep a baby, right?’ Paul asked the others in his head. ‘Yeah, man... That’s pretty weird.’ Marko replied. ‘maybe she just needs something from in there, then we’ll go inside?’ Dwayne tried to reason. He wasn’t all that convinced by his own words though. 

After opening up your garage, you turned back around to the boys. “What’d you guys bring?” She asks, referring to the bags in their hands. “Well, we thought that we should bring some stuff over for you and the baby.” Dwayne says. You look at them confused. “Wait, what?” You ask him, wanting him to clarify what he had just said to you. “The Baby. We wanted to bring some stuff over for them.” Paul clarified. You stood their silent for a moment before putting the pieces together. Suddenly, you burst out into laughter. Now it was their turn to look confused. “What are you laughing at?” David asked, his eyebrow raised up in question. You tried to stop laughing long enough to explain, but it was no use. All you managed to get out was a strangled “Come in here.” As you motioned for them to come into the garage with you. You walked over to the light switch and flipped it on revealing a car. Finally, your laughter had died down enough for you to explain to them. “Guys. I would like you to meet my baby.” You said to them, extending your arms out in a tada motion. It took a few moments for them to put it together, but the second they did, Marko and Paul burst out in laughter. “Oh my god, babe! We totally thought you meant a real baby!” Paul said through his laughter. “Yeah! We bought diapers and everything!” Marko added, still laughing himself. Dwayne wasn’t laughing, but he did have an amused look on his face. David however, he didn’t look too happy. If I’m being honest, he looked pretty embarrassed. He tried to cover up his embarrassment with annoyance though.

“I cannot believe that you guys thought I meant a real baby.” You told them. You walked over to David, seeing his sour expression. You wrapped your arms around him and gave him a peck on the cheek. “It was really sweet of you guys to buy all this stuff though.” You said to all of them but kept your eyes connected to David’s. You could see a hint of a smile dancing at his lips, but you knew he wouldn’t let it show just yet. You really did think that it was super sweet of them. It just showed you how much they loved you. They were willing to immediately accept that you had a baby and even go as far as to go out of their way to buy stuff for them. You really won the lottery that night when you met these boys and then again when you found out you were their mate.

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Hiiii!! I just found your blog and I'm ready obsessed<33 I was wondering if I could request a poly lost boys, with a taller fem s/o? Like, their partner is around 5'11-6'0 maybe? I just rarely ever see anything for us taller girls in the tlb fandom 🥲 but that's why I thought I'd ask!!! Much love to you!! ❣️💕

Thank you so much, this literally made my day! Much love to you, hun! I hope you like it!

Poly!Lost Boys x Tall!Reader 

Height Doesn't Matter 

Starting off, being as tall as you were, a majority of the time, you were taller than your partners. Which led to a lot of breakups because they couldn’t handle being shorter than you.

I believe that when it comes to the boys’ heights, Dwayne is 6'0, David and Paul are 5'10, and Marko is 5'7. 

You were only able to match up with Dwayne in height due to the fact he was the tallest before you joined the group. Now if you’re 5’10, you easily measure up to David and Paul.

When you first met the boys, you were a little more appreciative about going out with them due to your height and the insecurity it brought. 

However they're awfully charming and you were swept off your feet in no time. 

They didn't realize how much your height bothered you until David started to notice which doesn't take a lot given his mind abilities. 

David is very aware of things going on around him and he was quick to notice something was bothering you, especially in the beginning of your relationship when your insecurity was at its peak. 

When there’s a problem, especially with you, David looks into it until it’s resolved. He’s very stubborn about it so whenever there is something going on with you, he will get to the bottom of it. 

However, he wants you to be able to trust him and the boys enough to come to them yourself. However, if it takes longer than he originally thought, he’s stepping in because he wants you to feel better. 

When it was finally time, David sat you down with the others and had you tell them what was going on.

You admitted that you were scared of them breaking up with you because of your height.

David was quick to assure you that wasn't the case and you were stuck with them for life. Which made the other boys silently chuckle because yes, undead vampires. 

Dwayne is an amazing listener, therefore if you ever needed to vent with someone about your insecurities, he’s the best person.

He’ll offer amazing advice whenever you need it, it’s like his secret talent. Being the one who seems to have the answer to everything wrong.

Between Dwayne and David, Dwayne is more of the sweet reassurances and helpful advice. While David means well, he definitely has that tough love. 

Whenever you need truth without sugarcoating, David is a good person to seek advice from. 

If you needed a distraction from your insecurity, Paul and Marko would be perfect because they would be cracking jokes to make you laugh and offering to spend time doing crazy things to give you a thrill.

David uses intimidation not by height but through his presence alone. Therefore, he doesn’t care that you are taller than him. He’s still the group leader and that’s not going to change. He’s a very confident man.  

He's the type that will grab you down by the collar of your shirt or the nape of your neck and give you a kiss.

Dwayne would actually be fine with you being the same height as him, he’s glad he doesn't have to bend his neck in order to kiss or hug you. He can just move his head forward and instantly give a smooch. 

Whenever Dwayne and you feel playful, you definitely hold things about your heads to mess with Marko. Dwayne may keep to himself, but he can be a prankser when he wants to be, especially when it’s against Marko. 

Paul sometimes makes jokes about how much taller than him you are but he'll stop once he notices it starting to bother you.

“Damn sugar, can you bend down? Can’t hear you.” *snickers*

“...“ *frowns*

“No wait, I’m sorry!” 

Paul finds it cool that you’re able to reach shelves, especially ones he can’t reach. He can’t hover in public to get it but he likes that you can get it for him.

Makes it a lot easier for him to steal because you can reach higher stuff in public and just book it before you both get caught. 

Marko doesn't care that you're more than a few inches taller than him. He still finds you immensely attractive. 

Lowkey, he has a thing for a taller partner, he’s used to being around the boys, therefore he obviously will still like you. 

Your height will not stop him from getting kisses from you. He will grab your face and pull you down in order to kiss you. 

Sometimes he'll push himself on his toes cause it makes you laugh and find it cute. 

If anyone comments on the height difference and makes jokes, Marko will not hesitate in starting a fight. Your honor means a lot to him and wont let people cause you problems.

[nyxnygma]

A Taste for Blood PT1~ Poly!TLB

[Poly!LostBoys x Fem!Murderer!Reader]

Part Two

Summary: reader moves to the Murder Capital so her hobbies could go unnoticed

Warnings: murder, blood & gore, description of gore, sexual innuendo, perverts, mutilation, READER IS A SERIAL KILLER, knife, gun

Masterlist

A/N: This is me attempting to write something more on the horror scale. I’ll probably be writing a part two

You finally moved from your small city. Not because you were close to being caught, stupid cops thought it was a man who was saving the world from them filthy perverts, but because you simply ran out of victims.

Moving to the Murder Capital of the World seemed like your best bet. It was probably much easier to commit to your hobby, especially now you don’t need to go to a boring office job as your aunt recently passed and left her small fortune to you.

On the very first night you walked along the Boardwalk in skimpy pink silk dress. Your outfit was getting unwelcome looks but no one took action yet. You needed someone to take the bait and follow you down the alley with bad intentions. It didn’t take long until someone did.

“Hey baby girl,” the man smirked as he backed yoy up against a wall. I pulled the knife secretly from my pocket.

“I-I’m sorry I went the wrong,” You fake your fear, “I need to go meet my friends.”

“Oh no sexy. Yours staying right here with me,” he licked his lips, “and I’m going to show you a good time.” He reached to touch your face but you thrusted the knife through his flesh. His eyes widened with realisation and looked down and placed a hand on his bloody wound.

“Awe what’s wrong baby,” you pout, “I thought you were going to show me a good time.”

He attempted to back away but you stabbed him again, this time right in the centre of his head. He screamed for help with his final breath as he collapsed onto the ground beneath you.

You then straddled his waist as you use the knife to cut him open as you rearranged his organs, you broke his rib cage with a rock so you could move his heart to his mouth and pulled out the intestines and circled them around him. You backed up and smiled at your masterpiece. You then moved to your bag and pulled out a long leather coat to hide the blood stained clothes and use a small mirror and a make-up wipe to clean the blood off your face and other visible parts of your body.

You then walked out of the alley way and walked though crowds of people as you left the crime scene behind. However, as you were walking off the boardwalk you bumped in a rather tall blonde boy.

“Woah!” He exclaims as he drops whatever is in his hand, his curly blonde friends brows furrowed as he looked at you, “watch where your going little lady.”

“Sorry. My bad!” You apologise. The men nodded as they carried on their way.

“That was weird,” Marko hummed.

“What was? You think I should of fed on her?” Paul questioned.

“No..” he shakes his head. “She smelled as if she was covered in somebody else’s blood.”

“That is a bit weird,” Paul added, “think she is a vampire or something?”

“I don’t know,” Marko shrugged, “she smelled and looked pretty normal, apart from the extra blood of course. We should tell David.”

You waited three more days for your next killing. Once again you wore an eye-catching attire as you ventured the Boardwalk. You knew your way around it because over your waiting period you have been visiting the boardwalk so it wouldn’t be suspicious if every time you visited it somebody died.

Today there was a band on and the Boardwalk was busier and louder than ever.

It was pretty easy to get another guy to follow you down an alley way. This time you chose another approach.

“Mister?” you pout innocently, “I’m lost, could you point me to the direction of the carousel?”

“Maybe after you give me someone I want,” he pulls a creepy smile as he produces a small pocketknife. I start to giggle.

“What are you laughing at, bitch?!” He yells, pushing me into the wall.

“Your knife,” you smirk, “it’s pathetic.”

“It won’t feel so pathetic soon,” he starts to walk towards you but was stopped by the bullet that escaped the gun you had hidden in the dark.

You still haven’t yet figured out your preferred method of killing was and this was the perfect opportunity to test out the gun as no one would be able hear the gunfire over the live music.

The man was still alive when you dug into his chest with his own pocketknife, yes it’s much harder to perform this task with the miniature knife but it was more poetic. He was still conscious as he watched his intestines be pulled out of his body. You stuffed this intestines down through his mouth and throat.

You yet again covered the evidenced on your person with a coat and walk out the alley. You thought no one witnessed the activity, but you would be wrong. Four boys sat curiously on the roof above.

Part Two