#tlb fanfic

[saltylandland]

Random NSFW Lost Boys Headcanons bc y not

Some of these are pretty well known and accepted and I’m just regurgitating what I’ve seen a lot, and some of these are my own ideas.

David’s a pleasure dom.

David loves using toys on his partner, will only enjoy it on himself if it’s self inflicted.

I can see David doing ‘daily affirmations’ if you have low self esteem, giving you an orgasm for each affirmation you repeat. (This was definitely from someone else I’ll reblog their post if I can find it)

Dwayne goes feral over thicker girls or any kind of chub really, even if it’s just a little.

Dwayne goes feral over sundresses, he’s smart enough not to assume you wear sundresses just for him, but if he helps you pick out an outfit and he grabs a sundress, you know what’s on his mind.

Marko gets the most kick out of chasing you down before you two fuck.

Sex with Paul while you’re both 🍃

This is a little out there, but I think Paul has a voyeurism/humiliation/degradation streak?

So on one hand, You know how it’s a common trope in the 80s and 90s where teenage boys steal girls underwear? He likes that, the thrill of it, potentially getting caught or purposefully so.

On a more darker side, he likes being degraded for being a creep and pushed around. Like tell him he’s disgusting and to get off while he rearranges your guts. (Consent-fully of course)

If the boys share a s/o or are poly, free use is very quickly brought up. As well as voyeurism in general.

A situation that I thought about would happen pretty often, while you are sitting on someone’s lap, another comes up and starts feeling you up/giving you head. Suddenly it’s like you’re under siege as the person who you are on their lap, hold you down when you squirm as the other goes at it.

[redamancy-writes]

Jealousy on the Boardwalk (The Lost Boys 1987 x Female! Reader)

Word Count - 1036 Fandom - The Lost Boys 1987 Pairing - Poly! The Lost Boys 1987 x Female! Reader Title - Jealousy on the Boardwalk

Jealous - fiercely protective or vigilant of one's rights or possessions.

“All of these attractions, and I can’t help but keep my eyes on you, sweetheart,” You felt like you jolted out of your skin as Paul was suddenly behind you, his hands snaking around your middle as the rest of the boys approached. 

“You scared the hell out of me,” You laughed as he pulled you into him, Paul’s face diving into the crook of your neck to pepper kisses against the flesh. 

“S’rry,” He murmured against your skin as each of the other boys approached to give you their own greeting. A kiss to the knuckles, a devilish grin and a kiss to your nose, and an appreciative glance over your form before a gloved hand cupped the side of your cheek and kissed the other. 

“What do you boys have planned tonight?” You asked as Paul kept you locked in his arms, feeling particularly affectionate tonight, while the other three surrounded you two. 

“Some rides, some food,” Marko grinned as he pointed to the newest addition of the Santa Carla boardwalk. It was a thrill ride, and you couldn’t quite make out the name as the neon lettering was too far for your eyes to fully focus on, but you could hear the screams of terror and resounding laughter of groups of friends as it took them through it. 

“That looks like fun,” You mused, a gasp leaving your throat as Paul decided to begin to nip against your flesh. “Paul,” You muttered in warning as he laughed before pulling away. 

“C’mon, let’s go,” Marko pulled you free from Paul’s grip.

“Hold on, hold on,” You laughed as he started tugging you towards the ride, “I think I need to hit the bathroom first, then go on the ride.” You explained as he looked at you with a confused expression. 

“Knowing you four, it will be hours before you’ll want to take a break,” You tossed a knowing glance to Paul as he was already antsy to get going, ping-ponging off of Marko’s energy. 

“I’ll meet you all over there,” You pecked Marko’s lips before you were disappearing into the crowd, David’s eyes watching over you until you entered the public bathroom. 

“C’mon, I’m going to grab a slushie,” Marko nudged Paul, the two making their way to the treats stand, Dwayne and David resting against the handrail, eyes wandering the crowd as they waited for your return. 

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“Phew,” You wiped the water on your hands off on your jeans as you left the bathroom, the hand dryer not doing a damn thing to dry your hands after washing them. Eyes scanning the crowd, you grinned as you made eye contact with Dwayne, his lips quirking into a grin as you began to approach only for a wolf whistle to catch your ears.

Dwayne’s expression morphed into a glare, gaze drifting to your left as the Surf Nazi’s whistled and called at you. 

“C’mon hot stuff, you bounce on those biker’s dicks all the time, you can give us something!” You felt heat crawl up your neck as you ignored the group, biting your tongue as you moved past them to get towards David and Dwayne. 

You blocked out their voices as you kept your gaze on David, only for a reaction to be forced out of you as a loud smacking sound brought your attention back to the group. The sting on your ass came after. 

“What the–”

“What the fuck did you just do to our girl?” You didn’t even see Marko and Paul, but now Marko had the bastard up by the collar, their noses nearly touching. 

“C’mere,” Dwayne pulled you to him, facing you away from the group. You didn’t want nor need to see what those three were about to do.  “Let’s go get you a drink, hm, maybe a milkshake?” He was seething, hands trembling with rage but he kept it under wraps as you heard a sickening crunch while he led you away. 

As the two of you sat in the booth, you swirled the straw around the milkshake, briefly letting your gaze flick up from the creamy beverage to Dwayne’s face as he stared out the window, eyes flickering back and forth. 

“You okay?” You broke the silence, making his attention snap from the window to you. 

“You’re asking me that?” He grinned at you, “How about we reverse that question, how are you? Are you okay?” Dwayne reached a hand over, interlacing your fingers with his. 

“Meh, I’ve been better but I’ve certainly been worse- but I do have a milkshake so,” You shrugged while smiling, “I just hope the others are alright,” You frowned. 

“You worried about us, doll?” David questioned, just now adjusting to putting his gloves back on as they entered the diner. 

“Always,” Your eyes flickered over each one of them, your frown deepening. Marko had a split lip, always being the one to jump in head first into fights, and you could tell Paul had gotten several good hits in, knuckles bruised and blood caked on them. David, you couldn’t tell, but you figured the gloves were now not for a personal style choice, but to ensure you wouldn’t worry. 

“What happened when we left?” You knew what happened, or at least had a general picture, but you couldn’t help but ask. 

“They got what was coming to them for touching our girl,” David said simply as you scooched further in the booth for him to sit next to you. Paul took his place next to Dwayne as Marko pulled up a chair to sit at the edge of the table. 

“They won’t be bothering you anymore,” Marko gave you a smile as he leaned his arms against the table. 

“Oh?”

“Not if they want to live,” Paul muttered as he grabbed a menu off the condiment caddie. David’s eyes flickered to Dwayne while he put an arm around your shoulders, a raised brow sent his way while Dwayne subtly nodded in response. 

They had more business with those Surf Nazi’s, but for now there were more pressing matters, such as getting you fueled up and turning this night around. 

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Rip & Tear

Dwayne (the lost boys) x female (human) reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+ readers only! Breed kink, choking, blood play(?), unprotected sex, masturbation, daddy kink, p n v sex.

Minors DNI

Summary: Dwayne has his first rut.

Word Count: 2,407

Authors Note: Dwayne uses name “princesa” spanish for princess, sorry I had to have my fun;)

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Marko and Paul pranced around the cave howling with pure adrenaline, psyched for the hunt. Dwayne's eyes rolled back, annoyed. "What's wrong Dwayne, not in the mood for a little hunt?" David asked. No, he was not in the mood, he thought. His head was pounding, the last thing he wanted to do right now was chase after some ignorant human. He ignored David's questions protesting as he turned his back, he would much rather like to stay in his bed with you all night. Much to his luck, Marko had forced him out of the bed with a promise of never asking again, and you suggested it'd be a "good idea" sure it would.

Dwayne lived for hunts he was always eager to start, but after the first kill of the night, it became apparent to Dwayne that he was not getting any better. Sharp pains coursed through his body, making it hard to even walk. He didn't utter a single word to his brothers, quietly suffering and too embarrassed to tell them what was going on. Even when Paul asked why he was leaving them he lied saying his target had caught his trail and they were heading back out to the beach.

He secretly made his way back to the cave leaving his brothers behind. He had never felt physical pain, as an immortal his body didn't work that way. Maybe something was wrong with him. Dwayne groaned feeling another sharp cramp. He tore the heavy black leather jacket off him clumsily stumbling around the cave, knocking into David's wheelchair as he made his way through. He groaned head spinning as he reached his room, he slumped weakly against the bed, leaning his head back as another sharp pain hit his chest. He hissed through his fangs, squinting his bright red eyes in pain. Dwayne gasped as his cock strained against his denim, twitching as his hips bucked. He felt like an animal in heat, the air became hot and humid, so much so he could barely breathe. "Fuck" he grunted, grasping a hand around his bulge. Dwayne’s eyes squeezed shut, hips bucking wildly against his clawed hand. Through the midst of this, all he could think about was you, the sweet scent of your pheromones invaded his nose, and pleasure struck through him as he bucked against his hips again. You were close by. His voice caught in his throat, he wanted to yell out for you.

He clung onto the bed as he pushed himself up, his hands shaking angrily trying to get his pants off. He pushed the hem down, enough to free his cock. His thick shaft glistened with replete amounts of pre cum, red and swollen around his hand, veins pounding as he eagerly pumped away. His left hand clung to the wall for support. Hips bucking up to meet his pumps as he groaned and muttered curses under his breath. Your face was burned into his thoughts, he groaned again, eager to release his frustration. He moaned your name in between his strides, the thought of your tight cunt taking his seed bringing him closer to the edge. His cock twitched, shooting strings of cum across his abdomen.

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As soon as Dwayne and the boys had left, you prepared your bath. You could finally be alone tonight you thought, you quietly hummed a song carefully watching as the tub filled. You sank into the warm bath, smiling as you felt the warmth caress your skin. Your eyes shut as you lay still enjoying the silence and privacy. You lathered up the shampoo in your hands before messaging it into your scalp, in awe as the sweet scent of strawberries and cream hit your nostrils. The boys always liked to tease the smell of the shampoo even though Paul would steal it occasionally to wash his hair. He'd never admit it but when he started smelling like strawberries and your bottle ran low, all your money was on him. Dwayne felt so bad he got you almost a year's worth of it, claiming he loved the smell.

You washed off your body, almost done with your bath before you heard a noise coming from your room, the boys were never back this early but you assumed they had stopped by to clean up. Quickly, you wrapped your body in your silk robe in case one of the boys came to the bathroom. The cave was silent only the sound of your heart beating as you walked out of the bathroom calling out for your boyfriend. "Dwayne are you back" you called growing worried. You searched around before calling out again "Dwayne?" a loud commotion came from your room followed by the sound of glass shattering across the floor, you rushed over frantically. "Dwayne!" you cried out, you froze holding out your hand to cover your mouth from the sight. Dwayne stood there on the bed with only a bed sheet covering his torso, he leaned against the frame looking like absolute hell. His eyes were glowing bright red, fangs sticking out viscously as he panted, his hair stuck to his drenched skin. He didn't say a word, he just stared at you with fiery eyes, eyeing you like a piece of meat. Your voice caught in your throat, you'd never seen him like this, had something happened during the hunt?

"Dwa- Dwayne. Are you okay?"

Maybe that wasn't the correct thing to ask, but you didn't like the silence. His eyes scanned you, up and down, lips parting as he licked them quickly before they curled up into a sinister smile. Your heart palpitated as you approached the bed cautiously. "What's wrong" You grew worried, reaching out your clammy hand to tap his shoulder.

His skin was hot to the touch, sticky with sweat, was it a fever? he hadn't mouthed a single word. He watched carefully like a predator, you felt in danger something you never felt with Dwayne. He growled as his hips shot up slightly, his cock straining up against the sheet. Your eyes widened, what the hell was going on? You sat next to Dwayne worried, you couldn't imagine what he was going through right now."Dwayne-" you spoke again. He shot up with a deep and low growl, a wide smile grew across his pearly sharp teeth. "You have no idea-" his voice croaked, growing shallow as he crawled closer to you. "How much i’ve missed you" The words slipped out his mouth so smoothly, enticing you.

He yanked the sheet off him as he crawled over you, trapping your body beneath him. A look of pure shock slapped on your face, your eyes shot straight to his pulsating cock. The sight had your thighs shut tightly together, the ache between your legs growing hungry. Your breath caught as his lips drew closer to yours. "fuck- you smell delicious" he groaned, salivating over the natural scent your pheromones exuded.  Dwayne's nose slowly dragged across your neck, taking in the aroma. "Dwayne-" you muttered, his arm reaching over your belly, seizing the ribbon that tied your robe. The move made you shiver, nipples hardening as the cold air hit you. Dwayne groaned in pleasure at the sight, "I'm gonna rip you apart-" He purred. His weathered hands slithered around your neck, gripping it tight. "D- Dway-" You choked, clawing at his arm in an attempt to release yourself from the pressure. He smiled menacingly, enjoying the sight of you squirming right under his tight grip. "Don't worry sweetheart, I won't do anything you don't like" He smirked, letting you free from his grasp. You gasped for air, clutching your neck while desperately trying to catch your breath. He stopped you, locking your hands with his in a tight grasp above your head. "Stop that, you're not making this any easier-" He purred low against your ear "I know exactly what you need" his nose trailed behind your ear, taking in your scent again before licking at the bruise he'd made. Your stomach churned as he sucked your neck, you knew what was coming. Before you could even comprehend it his fangs pierced through your silk skin, pain shocked through your body. You squirmed, whimpering in pain once you felt his canines sink deep into the flesh. Even after feeling this pain so many times, you never grew used to it. You tried your best not to cry but the tears dwelled in your eyes. A deep growl echoed against your neck, Dwayne sucked the mark leaving you lightheaded the more blood he drew. "D-Dwayne" you slurred becoming drowsy, a sign that meant it was time for him to stop. Dwayne pulled away hovering over you, with hot huffs of his breath fanning over you. Blood dripped down from his lips to his chin, he smiled licking that last of the crimson liquid from his teeth "You taste so good".

Your eyes shut in an attempt to avoid his primal stare. The look of his vicious state didn't fail to turn you on, it should have scared you but it didn't, and you didn't want him to know.

"I know, just how much you ache for me, your not very good at hiding it-" he paused "I can smell your arousal" Your eyebrows furrowed with pure shock. Before you could manage to mouth a word Dwayne's mouth wrapped around your bare chest, licking harshly at your peaks. Loud moans escaped your plush lips as slick pooled down your legs. He bit down, shooting pain, pleasure, and ache straight to your core. "Dwayne-" you cried out. He muffled a groan in response, his hot tongue perpetually flicking against your sensitive flesh. "Oh- my-" you whimpered. His heavy veined hands clung to the back of your thighs, spreading them open. Dwayne's hips rolled against yours eagerly pushing his cock against your crotch. "Fuck-" his breath grew shallow, panting like a rabid animal. "You're so- fuckk-" he grunted again, burying his face in your neck, bucking his hips once more. The wet spot between your legs only growing. "You're so wet" He moaned, sweat beads dripping from his body, he couldn't take it anymore his shaft pulsated in pain as it probed your sensitive hole. "Pl- Plea~" You moaned, your throbbing core pitifully clenching around nothing. "Please what darling" he groaned "Tell me~ tell me what you want and I'll give it to you" He whispered against your ear. "I- I need you" You managed to blurt. He purred "Say it, tell Daddy what he wants to hear" 

your lips parted "Daddy please~ ... fuck me" 

His lips curled into a smile kissing your lips

"See how easy that was" he whispered.

To Dwayne, you looked like an angel, a poor innocent soul caught under his sinister grip nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Your innocence corrupting right under him, he liked that very much. He snarled, thrusting his cock slowly inside you. Your doe eyes rolled back into your skull, as ecstasy shocked through your veins in waves. "Oh~ Daddy" your lips quivered. His cock stretched your cunt vulgarly, slipping in between sticky coats of your juices. He made a deep slow thrust, giving you time to adjust. Embracing every nerve embellished in your walls that welcomed him in." Feels so good- doesn't it?" his breath grew shallow, picking up his pace slightly while you muttered a soft 'yes' against the nape of his neck. "You feel so good around me~" he grunted hingeing his hips against yours. He watched you intently, dark eyes full of pride as the ecstasy cascaded over your small frame with each slow thrust he made.

Your hands clutched his hair, pulling lightly as he buried his face sweaty face into your neck. The light gasps that flowed through your lips soon turned into high-pitched moans, driving Dwayne over the edge.

"I'm gonna bury my fucking seed deep inside you, fuck~ ahh that's what you want don't you" he took a deep long thrust into your core. Leaving you a mumbling mess, he had made a promise to breed you and he intended on fulfilling it. You managed to cry out a "Yes"

"Yes...you'll be the best daddy"

"Fuck~ yes I will!" he grunted

He placed his large hand over your belly pressing against the bulge he made. "feel that princesa that's me- and I'm gonna fill you up so good~ till you make me a daddy" he pressed down hard on your belly again, pumping up into you merciless. Moans and whimpers tumbled from your lips, the only words coherent enough being "yes" and "please" Tears stung in your eyes at the pressure, your walls tightening around him. He growled, rolling his cock deep inside you.

"My~ oh" you mewled, feeling his tip hit your cervix as he pumped into you depravedly.  "Fuck~ feel daddy's dick against your cervix, Princesa?" His eyes fixated on you, your lips quivered as your eyes fluttered shut. Dwayne smirked "Oh yeah you do"

Your nails dug deeper into his back, leaving marks behind.  Lewd noises filled the cave as Dwayne took you raw and rough. You never failed to impress him with how well you took him, you were so tight even after endless hours of fucking you relentlessly.

His body was hungry for more, never satisfied. He panted overheated, completely jackhammering into you. Tears streamed down your face, overstimulated in every sense imaginable. Your head became heavy, shaking along with each vicious thrust that shook your body against the bed. "P-Ple~" you shrieked, unable to even speak the words. It seemed like he had never fucked you so hungrily, something completely snapped inside him. He was a lust-hungry animal. "C'mon baby come for me again" He grew almost angry, almost frustrated completely stuffing you full. Brutally bruising your cervix with every stroke, and that's what broke you. You gripped his vast shoulders, releasing a pornographic moan as your walls compressed around his throbbing cock. Your body quivered uncontrollably with your orgasm "Fuck~ Princesa" he huffed. Dwayne's cock twitched, trembling against your hot walls. His rocking hips slowed, shooting his hot load deep inside your womb. He grunted, body finally relaxing as he spurted the last of his seed even deeper.

“I hope you know Im far from done with you.” He smirked.

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Fuck, this took me forever! It sure was lots of fun though;)

[walmart-cereal]

Nightmares

How would they comfort you?

angst lmao

── ･ ｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Dwayne

snaps you back to reality

"you're okay, I'm okay"

makes sure to give you water if you cry

does not leave until you're okay

sits next to you until you fall back asleep

or if you don't, he'll stay anyways

David

offers you a cig

LMAO

he doesn't know how to comfort

so he kinda just

tells you stories of when he was alive

cowboys and so on

"...what would you do in that situation? 'Cause I had no fucking idea what I was doing back then"

lets you lean on him

Paul

soft

he hugs and rocks you back and forth

soft soft kisses on your forehead

"darling... oh my darling..."

he hates the way you shake in his arms

he probably doesnt leave you

he's very sweet

he looks at you with the saddest and softest eyes

not expected I know,

but when he cares for someone

he cares

Marko

sings to you

maybe old Italian songs

about heroes

and love and traveling

about craving the warmth of the sun

lets you borrow his jacket

hoping you can fall asleep

in the patched jacket

telling many stories

*muffled wet sobbing in the background as Mac DeMarco plays*

[holy-hysteria]

“I’m Here for You, Doll.” || tlb David x Reader

A/N: Hey guys. Depending on how well this does and everyone’s opinion on it i’ll most likely make a part two. Also, if you like this feel free to make send me a request. I’ll right for pretty much any slasher. Enjoy!

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There it was again. That feeling. The feeling of someone watching you. Watching your every move.

The feeling had plagued you for the past couple weeks. Walking home and around town became an anxiety inducing task. The fear of someone lurking, ready to nab you at any moment lurking in the back of your mind. But the feeling wasn’t nearly as potent as it was when on the board walk. You had moved to Santa Carla about two months prior, ready to start your life. You found a job at the diner on the boardwalk that paid extremely well and cheap apartment that was fairly nice. You enjoyed life and has little cares— until a couple weeks ago.

They came in while you were working the evening shift, hooting and hollering as they sat in one of your booths.

“Evening, what can i get you guys?”

You had approached the table without really even giving the group a once over. Look up from your note pad you finally took the time to take the men in. Black leather. And a lot of it graced your vision. Three blondes and a brunette. Oh shit. This was the biker gang your coworkers had been telling you about.

Shaking yourself from your thoughts you direct your attention back to your job as you waited for their reply, but nothing came. Instead, they ignored you. Giving you a sideways glance before heading back to their conversation.

Huh. Okay then.

“I’ll give y’all a minute then,” you deadpanned as you turned around to head behind the counter. You had better things to do with your time then dote on a bunch of pricks. Grabbing a rag you began to wipe the counter off, filling up the time. You watched as you hand made circular motions against the linoleum top, occasionally scrubbing at a stain left by a mess child. Then you felt it. Turning to face the group of men again you met the owner of the piercing stare. He was blonde. And not a natural blonde either. Bleach blonde. Not only that he had a short mullet and wore what looked to be multiple heavy coats on top of each other, along with leather gloves. His state was ice cold, making you wonder if they had been trying to get your attention and were becoming impatient. The strange thing was, he was the only one staring.

Setting the rag down you made your way from behind the counter and back to their booth while shooting the blonde an apologetic smile, hoping you hadn’t made him wait too long.

“I’m sorry about that, are you guys ready to order?”

Even with your apology and your inquiry to their needs, his glare didn’t diminish.

“Nah babes, we’re good. Just gonna sit here for a while okay,” replied a different blonde that looked strangely like a copycat of Dee Snider.

“I’m so sorry but you can’t just sit here without ordering. So either get a water or something, otherwise you’ll have to leave,” you replied in your best customer service voice.

“Look we said we didn’t want anything to leave, k?”

What the fuck, is he deaf? You head been here since 5 this evening and it was now approaching midnight, closing time, and you’d be damned if some stuck up kids were gonna keep you from going home.

“I said get out if you’re not getting anything. You deaf or something?” All politeness was gone from your voice as you spoke. The group then turned to you with a look of shock on their face. But that expression didn’t last long as they began to laugh at you.

After giggling like a group of little girls for a good 3 minutes, they picked theirselves up and left, all while that blonde still stared at you.

That had been two weeks ago. And your intuition told you that group was the reason for the constant feeling of being watched. Maybe you should have just gotten your boss to kick them out instead. If you had done that, maybe you wouldn’t be looking over your shoulder every few seconds while your hands griped your keys right i between the spaces of your fingers.

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Your eyes scanned your surroundings as you made your way for the door of the dinner. It was supposed to be your night off, but your coworker need someone to come in and cover the last few hours of their shift and you were the only willing to take it. You push the door as you walk in, watching as your feet carry you across the checkered floor into the back.

Clocking in and grabbing your apron, you swing the door open walking out into the dinning area. Grabbing your pen and paper, you begin to walk to behind the counter as you hear the chime of the front door.

“Evening! Have seat where you’d like and i’ll be with you in a min-“

Turing around, your greeting to the new customer is cut short. It’s him. The guy whose state has been haunting you for the past two weeks.

A smirk graced his features as he relished in the unease that was undoubtedly shown on your face. Without breaking his stare, he made his way to a corner booth in the back of the dinner.

Your mind was racing a mile a minute. Why was he back here? What does he want?

You swallowed your nerves and made your way to his booth.

“What can I get for you?”

“Water, unless you’re gonna kick me out again,” he smirked.

“Did you come here for a water or to be another rude customer?”

“Neither actually.”

What? Then why the fuck is he here?

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you contemplated his response.

“Then why are you here?”

“I’m here for you, doll.”

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Alan / Edgar Frog - We aren’t afraid to kill you with these stakes to prove you’ve all turned into vampires!”

Y/N - But anyone can get killed with a stake being plunged into them?

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Sam - “Damn….”

Star - “Oh Shi-“

The Lost Boys - “hahaha Y/N got you there”

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Beast's of Santa Carla

(Prologue read for more context before chapter 1)

Original Character in chapter: Lamia

(Y/n) - Your name

(F/C) - Your favorite color

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1

Succubi Hybrids weren't an uncommon occurrence in the underworld. Sexual beasts of the night able to feed off a wide range of beings surely had to have a few weaknesses just like others. Just so happened that their strength of being able to reproduce with many intelligent species was also a huge weakness. A simple bite to the back of the neck was a permanent marriage to another in the succubi species. When mated one lost complete reproductive control that's usually kept in check with reproductive seals and even if the succubi kept in a male gendered state they were still susceptible to pregnancy.

As if a mocking from the creators of the universe themselves not only would a mating be permanent and pregnancy would sure follow if one tried to feed the succubi would also lose the ability to gain substance from anyone other then the being who marked them. This sadly became a popular method of enslaving a succubi as being the only food source they would have no other choice but to obey unless they turned to getting marked again by another. Creating bond after bond mate after mate. Losing total freedom to choose their meals having to survive solely off their mates.

A genetic set back that was also the reason succubi society thrived since the beginning of time. They could produce child hybrids who could take both strengths of parents or produce hundreds of succubi from a single bite. You fiddled with your chocker thinking about your parents. How could a split second decision in a night of passion end with your own creation. The back of your neck itches remembering the task your aunt had given you.

You had gotten into a deep well of shit with her after you were caught attending an exclusive fight club for the non humans of Santa Carla. I mean how were you and the others supposed to know the guy you were fighting wasn't a ghoul but actually a human so high on drugs his face looked rotted alive and he was surprisingly rabid to boot. That night your aunt Lamia practically dragged you by your ear the whole flight home hissing about how a hybrid as yourself shouldn't be using your strength to rough house with unruly lycanthropes when she wasn't watching. And as if she wanted to dish out the worst punishment in the seven circles of hell for you she hand picked you for the task of a resident vampire babysitter.

You could practically feel your neck itching worse at this title. Vampires were notorious for being bite happy and were did those fuckers like to bite people the most. That's right. The neck. A succubi's worst possible match up. I mean truly that's the whole reason Max and his thugs were banned for life from any succubi ran establishment in Santa Carla was because they were known to be bite happy. Your aunt was confident your status as a hybrid gave you a natural edge over them but the thought of having to out fly a pack of bite happy feral vampires who barely knew there own society's rules was not a comforting one to you.

Luckily though tonight was supposed to mostly be for you to get used to watching them and to take in some Intel while you were at it. If you had your way during this whole time frame as a babysitter you'd never even breathe in the same air as them. Though right now that seemed more like a dream then a reality as you trailed behind the young fledgling the group called Laddie. You could feel your opinion of these guys getting worse by the second, I mean come on making child vampires has been outlawed since the dark ages and here you are following behind this small boy as he had gotten lost from the group a while back.

You felt bad just leaving him to his own devices in this crowd so once you noticed him split you made a point to trail him. Out of all of them this boy seemed the weakest and most vulnerable to attack your poor heart couldn't even stomach the idea of this kid just getting picked off. Even in the night in their own hunting grounds if anyone with even a minor sliver of ill intention wanted to they could easily take this kid out. So like a loyal guard dog you tailed him at a distance making sure to follow his movements and keep weary that none of his older companions spotted you either.

It wasn't a certainty they had even noticed he dipped out on them about an hour ago. The group seemed to be way to occupied with the growing argument between the head of the pack David and the newest addition Micheal. You could barely hear what they were even arguing about as these damn board walk attractions and crowds were creating the perfect white noise for their argument to be hidden from snooping ears. You and this little guy were definitely a great distance from any of the gang members by now.

The poor boy looked lost and a little panicked at this point obviously so lost he couldn't even smell his pack mates and make is way back on his own. His worry wasn't the thing that had you on edge though, it was the kids sense of starving you could feel radiating off of him. The hunger any demon could identify. It was the need to feed and this was definitely not the place nor time for a young fledgling to be. One little split second decision and the whole board walk would be a mass panic as this kid looked ready to lunge for any ones throat.

You grinded your teeth. You didn't want to be spotted, your presence wasn't supposed to be known but this kid. There was a reason kid vampires were outlawed and this scenario was exactly why. Kids are to emotional, to instinctual. A child can't control the beast that's blood thirst and Laddie looked absolutely starved almost like he's never had a drop of blood in his whole life. You frantically looked and tried your best but as you figured no one has come to find him yet so it was you and this kid in this growing problem.

Laddie was a ticking time bomb and you knew it. You didn't like any of your choices but everything faded to the background as the bomb started to go off almost in slow motion. Laddie was morphing and gearing up to lunge at an old couple walking by. You were in a corner and had no choice but to do what a babysitter should. Protect the peace. Protect the fucking vampire kid. You weren't in a fight club with werewolves for nothing. Your speed and reaction time was unmatched. In a blinding swarm of (F/C) moths morphed Laddie was scooped in your arms and whisked away from the prying eyes of mortals like a flash of light.

You slumped against a wall in the dark alley as you let Laddie take greedy gulps of blood from your forearm. The small boy cradled in your embrace as he snarled hissed and chugged blood like his life depended on it. You have never been happier in your life to have the ability to mass produce blood than in this moment. Thanks dad for being a huge fucking bug demon ,flesh manipulation has never been a better ability to have then for a hungry fledgling.

This little guy was really going to town if you had been a mortal this guy would have already started draining them to raisin status. You felt a sense of sadness for him. Was he really that hungry? Were they not helping him get kills to feed on. How irresponsible were his pack mates. You pondered the question before softening your gaze and gently soothing the boy releasing pheromones to help the poor baby relax. His whole body was tense and desperate like if he let go he would die.

"It's okay sweetness Im not going anywhere, drink as much as you want I have plenty to give." You stroked the boy's greasy hair feeling his jaw slightly let up on your arm. He instinctually relaxed into your embrace.

All Laddie could hear was your heart beat and soothing words as it felt like his head was coming out of a fog. He felt so calm and safe. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon filled his nose reminding him of a freshly baked sweet in Autumn. His head hadn't felt this clear in a long time. He didn't understand why Star told him not to drink blood this experience was so warm and inviting maybe Dwayne was right. His yellow eyes glowed softly. His transformation was complete. He had his first taste of blood and he didn't think it would be this calm.

If only Star and Micheal knew that at this very moment in time it was now too late for Laddie he'd be a vampire permanently now whether they killed Max or not. Though I don't think any of the vampires would or could have predicted that Laddie 's first feeding wouldn't be human. Instead Laddie's first taste was that of this Hybrid who had him gently cradled into her softly humming a succubi's lullaby to help whisk him to sleep so she could sneak off. The little one had long finished feeding and now was just gently nodding off into her arm after such a big meal.

If only they knew what this split second decision had done to change their fates in the future. As now Laddie was no regular vampire like the boys. This accidental tangling of fates had now turned Laddie into a day walker. Day walkers were vampires able to walk in the day concurring the sun in exchange for the weakening of powers in the light and an extreme taste for demonic flesh and human bones. If only (Y/n) had known this was Laddie's first feeding ever she may have never let the boy feast off her valuable blood or maybe even that knowledge wouldn't have stopped her caring nature from taking over. No one can say what would have happened in paths not chosen.

All that was for certain now was (Y/n) was going to have even more encounters with the vampires she was wary of. Her fate now eternally tangled with this vampiric child and those who surround him. As the others discovered a sleeping Laddie curled in a blanket with a strange scent on it and dried blood on his mouth it was evident something had transpired. Now they needed to find out what happened to their youngest member and figure whose scent this was. As the boys could tell by the scent this definitely didn't belong to no human. It had the semblance of scent of a place that were barred from going.

The nest of the Succubi of Santa Carla.

Chateau Vermillion

(Prologue)

(End of chapter 1)

(Chapter 2 )

[1-800-cr33py]

How I Think The Boys Love Pt.2

Paul:

Paul’s love is greedy and uncouth; he doesn’t care about people’s opinions or thoughts about his style and personality, why would he give a flying fuck about his relationships?

He loves to love, but his version of ‘love’ isn’t considered quite normal. He’s playful, his romantic relationships almost never leave the honeymoon phase. He loves the feeling of anticipation he gets whenever you do something unexpected or say something he finds cute.

He’s rather attentive, someone bothering you? He’s dealing with it as you speak! Want something outside of your price range? Don’t worry that pretty little head of your’s! He’s stealing it while you play some rigged carnie game! Paul loves to shower you with gifts, it’s his way of marking you and bragging to other people that you’re his

He’s possessive, he wants his things to not be shared, but with three other brothers and being the ‘middle child’, that means he doesn’t get much exclusivity with his possessions So the few things that he’s been able to hide away he’s deathly protective over. He’s fought tooth and nail (probably literally) over you! Why would he be willing to share whats his?

Paul’s love language is physical touch and gift-giving. He tends to love bomb without meaning to he just wanted to know that his Sugar knows he loves them.

He bites, not to draw blood necessarily, which he does on occasion, but to let you know he’s still there. He likes to nibble on the tips of your fingers, drag his teeth across your neck.

All and all he just doesn’t give a fuck, he’ll show everyone in Santa Carla that you’re his and his alone.

Marko:

Marko’s love is certainly…something. His affections are brash and rushed. Hardly anything is taken slow, so if you aren’t a slow lover he’s your best pick of a partner.

He wants everyone to know you’re his and only his. He’ll throw a shirt and a worn jacket at you and expect you to wear it, his scent heavy and a pleading look in his eyes. ( no babe, that tee totally goes with your pants! Ps, it didn’t)

He’s Italian, so you have many nicknames that roll of his silvery tongue; Cuore mia, gioia mia, cerbiatto, topolino. So many nicknames..

He loves giving you love bites, but he’s a prick and leaves them in obvious places. Thighs, neck, wrists, anywhere that can be easily forgotten about and noticed by a surf n*zi.

Marko can takes things slow some days, even an erratic shark-toothed bloodsucker like him has his days where he just needs to be grounded by the safety of your arms.

Marko doesn’t crave to control your every movement like his older brothers, he wants you to have as much freedom as you possibly can before he turns you eventually; because none of them had that option when they were changed.

He does try and get your body used to their schedule while it’s still mortal. Baby bats require training, he’ll gladly provide!

Nests in the higher parts of the cave, but only lets his brothers up there once in a blue moon, so feel free to hide up there when they get on your nerves, and trust me, they will.

You’re his muse! There’s so many pictures, paintings, sketches, etc of you laying around the cave. He wants you to remember what you look like after you turn.

Love language is word of affirmation and quality time! Sometimes Marko doesn’t like the feeling of his own skin, so you just sitting there with him and letting him vent/cry makes him fall harder for you.

He likes to hold you and smell you, he just likes your shampoo+conditioner combo.

Marko has non-verbal days, he just copes differently than some and nobody questions it, just spend some time with him and leave him alone when he needs self-care time.

A/N: So sorry for the inconsistencies in my writing schedule, I’ve been dealing with a lot family wise, nothing bad just some changes! I’ll probably end this series with Michael and Star since there’s barely any content for her outside of sisterly and platonic stuff (no hate, but she needs to reject me so i can move on)

Pt.1

[natalie668]

Chapter 3 -Lost Girl

As i pull away from her hug, I can’t help but grin. She seems like such a sweetheart; “Come on, let’s go sit down to the dinner table I’ve bought pizza home for tea.” She says as she begins to make her way down the stairs towards where I can hear rustling of pizza boxes opening.

Michael takes my hand, we make our way down for food. He turns to look at me as we get to the top of the stairs, “We’ll continue about your other mates when we’re finished down here.” He says as he rubs his thumb against my cheek rubbing against the side of my lip. I can’t help but blush and nod. This guy is making my heart feel like it’s having palpitations.

Once we’re in the dining room, Michael pulls a chair out for me to sit at, Lucy smiles as she slides a paper plate over to me, I help myself to a piece of pepperoni pizza. Taking a bite I can’t help the moan that escapes. “Hmm, this is so good.” I say. “Thank you for the food Lucy.”

She smiles at me in return, “what’s ours is yours now sweetheart, you’re family.” Michael sits in the seat next to me, his hand rests against my thigh, I reach for his hand with my own, our fingers intertwining.

“So y/n, where are you from.” Sam asks around the pizza that he’s chomping away at in his mouth, Michael and Lucy grimace over his lack of table manners neither impressed seeing the food in his mouth while he’s talking.

“I’m from y/h/t, in y/c,” I say as i take another bite, Michael’s fingers squeeze against my own. I appreciate the comfort from his touch.

Lucy seems to read the room, and quickly changes the subject getting Sam’s attention from me, I appreciate it. After a couple of more slices of pizza Michael excuses us and we head back to his bedroom.

As we enter his room he leans behind me and slides the lock across the door, we both seem to lean in at the same time, his lips pressing against my own, our tongues caressing one another. I pull away, breathless.

I stare up into his eyes, “You were going to tell me about my other mates?.”

He sighs and throws himself down onto his bed, “I did, didn’t I.” He says with a sigh, his hands run through his curly hair. “What I’m about to tell you is going to sound crazy, but you’ve got to trust me. I’m telling the truth.” He says.

I look at him smirking, “Pretty sure I’m having Deja-vu here.” He looks at me with a grin, “You can tell me anything, I’ll believe you, like you believed me.” I say as I come and sit next to him my hand reaching out and taking hold of his.

“Your mates, and I. We’re vampires.” He says, his eyes peering up to my own.

I sit there in shock, surely I misheard. “Uhm, please repeat that.” I say, even though I don’t need him to repeat it, “you know what you don’t have to repeat it, what do you mean by vampires, like Interview with the Vampire, vampires? Bram stokers Dracula?”

Michael looks away from me, and when he turns back his eyes are a golden orange colour, his facial features have changed and he now has fangs in his mouth.

I lean forward, I don’t know what’s wrong with me but I’m intrigued to hell about those fangs, and how can he still look so incredibly handsome with his vampire face. Heck I’m kind of not surprised I’m pretty turned on by the Vampire face, Angel and Spike from Buffy used to make me hot and bothered too.

I lean forward taking my hand as I trace my fingertips down his face, tracing his cheek bones, all the way across his lips to his teeth, my finger gets too close to the pointy bit and it pierces the tip, a drop of blood puddles up on my finger, I take it into my mouth sucking it away.

Michaels gaze follows my finger to my mouth, he leans in and kisses me, his tongue pierces my mouth, his tongue attacking my own like he’s trying to suck that little bit of blood into his own mouth. We pull apart both breathless, his face back to normal.

He looks over to the alarm clock on his side table, it reads 11:17pm, “We should go meet your other mates,” he says with a sigh, as much as he’d like to keep you to himself, he knows that if they find out he’s kept you like that without letting them meet you he’ll be in for a hell of a shout down.

I can’t help but to feel both excited and scared, you’re about to meet 4 other soulmates, who are vampires no less. With a nod, you take his hand in your own and you both make your way out of the house.

As we set off on the bike, the wind blows in my hair. I look around at the surroundings which pass us by, the sound of the boardwalk lingers as background noise. Soon enough we’re driving through wooded areas, and we come upon a cliff, Michael pulls us over.

He takes hold of my hand, leading us down some scary looking steps, we keep going down until I can practically feel the spray from the waves hitting my face. I look forward taking in the signs saying no trespassing etc. we keep going forward, descending into the cave i expect it to look like what a cave should look like, instead it looks like a cave that’s swallowed an old looking hotel.

I take a step away from him, this cave feels like home, I have no clue as to why, it doesn’t look like our own home we no longer will ever see, but it feels like it’s mine.

Michaels arms wrap there way around my waist, I lean back into him. “They should be back soon,” he says against the back of my head. He leads me to the sofa, we both get comfortable, I look around spotting what looks like a hallway leading out of the main bit of cave. I walk forward, taking in the miscellaneous bits around, I pass a bookshelf as I go further into the cave. My fingers caress each books spine, whomever the books belong to have taste.

“Come, we can explore later. I heard there bikes. They’ll be here any minute.” He says as he drags me back to the entrance.

Taking a deep breath, I hear laughter echoing down to us. The first person who steps down has bright bleach blonde hair. His eyes meet my own, their name burns on my arm as our eyes meet.

“Mate,” he says as he rushes forward towards me, his hands taking hold of either side of my face.

I look at him, peering into his face, “my name is y/n.” I say as I rub my cheek against his fingerless gloved hand.

“David,” he says after a few seconds, he looks over to Michael his eyes squinting at him, they seem to have a silent conversation. I can’t help but wonder if their vampireness gives them the ability to share thoughts.

Authors note: Thank you guys soooo much for liking both chapters and for the comments. Next chapter we have more interaction with David, and we meet the rest of the boys. This is an AU story, you will see just how much in the following chapters 🖤 let me know if you’d like to be added to the tag list 🖤❤️

@acemisanthropist @richardsamboramylove55

[homeforimagine]

Calling all Lost boys and girls, Check out if you haven’t The Lost Boys Ai.

[saltylandland]

🦇Every Good Girl Needs a Creepy Vamp🦇

Warnings: overstimulation, sex while high, noncon/dubcon, corruption kink (kinda), going off my nsfw headcanons that Paul likes to be degraded for being a creep, reader is in high school but she’s still 18, fem!reader, reader’s not a virgin, uses the term “mama” but reader isn’t pregnant/nor will she become pregnant, I guess this my as well count as yandere, stalking, an obscene amount of cum, I’m talking about A LOT, Paul can make phantom sensations as one of his vampy powers bc why not. Do you ever write something that makes you go ‘oml what the hell did I just write?’, no editing man, I like my men bloody, slutty, and pathetic.

Walking down the sidewalk you turn onto the residential neighbourhood where your family’s home resides. Out of the corner of your eye you spot the same guy. You’ve met him quite a few times on the boardwalk, smoked a joint with him almost every time as well, despite how unnerving you found him at times. But you really couldn’t blame yourself really, having been viewed as a good girl most of your life. Approaching the kids who would be able to get you it was a no go, not only attracting attention by interacting with them in general, you’d have nowhere safe to smoke it without getting caught.

So when you went looking for a possible summer job alone on the boardwalk, your chance came up to you on a golden platter. This new ‘friend’ seems to preen at your attention, not at all frustrated or wary of your shy prude-ness. And not at all aware or at least acknowledging how you only seem to come to him to smoke the devils lettuce.

But who were you to blame really? Upon first meeting you, he’d offer the joint unprompted and in return you’d hang with him until the boardwalk closes. That was your trade as far as you were aware.

As if sensing your eyes on him, he locks eyes with you and takes it as the signal to approach. You lock up a bit, remembering how… close you two have progressed on the boardwalk.

To be truthful you had been avoiding him for just a little bit now, which was easy considering you’d have no reason to go on the boardwalk besides your once in a blue moon shift at a carnival stand. But Paul seemed to have noticed your avoidance, finding him places you’d never expected too, each time a little closer to home.

But it was too late to run now without making it obvious, as Paul meets you with his characteristic non boundaries, practically draping himself across you as greeting.

Before you could think of a backup plan, you had reached your door, luckily you had accidentally left the lights on before you left. Making it seem like your parents were home despite them being a couple states away for work.

You try to think of a way to politely excuse yourself when Paul asks to borrow a lighter, offering to share a joint or two. As tempting as that was, you didn’t want to let him inside, nor did you want the possible smell lingering inside your home and get in trouble, you tell him the latter reason as you inch towards the door.

Paul offers the backyard as an alternative with a glowing smile, mentioning that your parents will know you're there, but you’ll sit away enough that you won’t get caught, and that’s when you give in. Walking into the house to fetch a lighter and ’telling’ your parents about hanging out in the backyard for awhile.

Paul gets settled quickly on the grassy path, pouting slightly when you sit beside him as opposed to on his lap as he eagerly beckons you too. Lighting up quickly he passes the joint to you and you’re quite proud of yourself and how you didn’t cough as you exhaled, welcoming that familiar warmth in your chest and fuzzy feeling crawling in from the back of your head.

Soon enough, Paul was back to his old tricks, hogging the joint and letting you crawl over him to try and get it back. Demanding some sort of reward for each hit you take, mostly little kisses. He’d prefer them on his lips, but he’s patient enough to let you build up to it, going on his forehead, cheek, and chin. Until he captures your chin and plants a kiss on your lips. Next holding you close and dizzying you with the quick succession of kisses.

Ah, this is what he does. His lack of boundaries upping to an eleven and his boldness holds no bounds as he gets high. Using your need for his weed to squeeze as much affection out of you as much as he could. Everytime it was you who stopped before things went too far, but gradually your resolve weakens as you start to crave more. The only thing holding you back was your perceived prudence. You were already pushing past the line with smoking weed, much less with a stranger, but having sex, all of those at once? It was too overwhelming.

Still that ache that often comes with the high, starts pooling in your tummy, letting Paul pull you into his lap despite your better judgement.

Yes, this is exactly what he does. It almost completely mirrors that night on the boardwalk before you started to avoid him.

Goading you on to his lap, holding your lips hostage as he winds you up. So worked up you don’t notice your hips moving, rubbing against his own. Fingers start to trace your body, seemingly seeping through your clothes to touch your skin, despite Paul's actual hands against your waist.

You jumped a bit, looking around to find no one else, the hands remained on your body, trailing against your sensitive breasts and thighs, constantly moving and overlapping with each other.

You had cum on his lap that night, and he tore off your panties just before you had managed to pull away, not seeming to mind the lack of underwear as Paul gave no chase.

In the morning you had woken and after realising you were sans panties, decided to keep your distance from both the boardwalk and him.

The reminder of your stolen panties comes to the forefront of your mind as you flush. And with the weed clouding your normal reserve you ask what happened to them, the grin Paul gives you almost regret your words. “Oh I think you already know huh?” You do know, you know exactly what a boy like him would do with stolen panties but you push anyway. Playing chicken with answers you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle. “Should I? I don’t have a dirty mind like you, you creep.”

You go to move off of him, but he pulls you back with a renewed vigour. “A creep really? Then you’re my good girl right?” Curling his hips upwards, you feel his chubbed up cock against your clothes. Once again you’re wearing a skirt without shorts underneath. You can feel the heat against your core.

“You’re the one I obsess over huh? The one that I climb into trees to get a glimpse of your bare skin? The one that I just can’t help but steal her panties, sniffing her panties so I can come over and over. Still craving her wet pussy all the while?” Smelling your hair makes him groan, his hips stuttering as he bounces you against him as he grinds up to you. “You’re my good girl huh? The one who’ll tease me to get what she needs? The one who’ll rub one out on her bed with her curtains open on the third floor, After getting the fix she needs and running away just as fast?”

Your eyes widen with fear as he reveals more and more intimate details. The more he talks the more it sounds like a confession, and with all the details he provided, you don’t doubt him. Shakily mentioning that you should go back inside, your parents might worry about how late it is. Paul only smiles with that same lazy smile and says oh so casually “I’m sure that won’t be a problem huh? We’ll be quiet enough as to not wake up the next state over.”

Before you start to thrash in his hold, Paul preemptively rolls you over, trapping you in his embrace, grabbing your panties and ripping them off again, this time unashamedly groaning against them as he huffs.

Dragging his hips back and forwards, Paul cums with a moan, his hips digging deeper into your own as he climbs back down, whining into your neck as he overstimulates himself, his pants dampening from his cum as he continues to rock his hips.

Climbing over, straddling your stomach, he pulls out his still hard cock, preening at your attention. He fondles himself as he speaks, cumming over your chest quickly. “I can’t even be satisfied with my hand anymore, can’t even cum with nobody else, I just need you pretty mama.”

With a shuddering moan, he pulls your shoulders down with unnatural ease. He now straddles your chest, as he continues to pump his dick with gross sounding ‘Schlick Schlick Schlick’s. With your panties still pressed up against his nose between words he whines loudly. “Don’t you feel bad for me? That shit you’ve put me through? If you wanted me so bad that you placed a spell on me, all you had to do was -fuck-ing ask”

His tip was an angry red as his hips jerk forward, his voice cracking between pleads and demands. “Uhhhhg fuck just kiss it won’t you? Open your mouth for me baby, you can do it for me, sugar, I know you can.”

Whether intentionally or not (most likely the latter) Paul’s hands snake up from the back of your nape and that makes you gasp lightly. Coincidentally, that is exactly when Paul rocks his hips forward, nearly gagging you on his girth as he slips forward with a guttural cry. “Fuck-fuck me sugar, like that, yea just… like that.”

Bowing over you, Paul keeps you in that position as he humps your mouth with very small movements, trying to stop his orgasm just yet. Only to cum in the back of your throat as he thrust in fully. His cries getting pitchier as he seems to overstimulate himself more, dragging himself on your tongue as you struggle not to choke on his cum.

Completely overwhelmed by the situation at hand, but your body seems to decide for you, that familiar ache of need that follows you whenever you get high has hit full force. Not being able to do anything about it has you squirming.

Pulling you away by your hair, he taunts you with misplaced smugness. “Fuck that’s so hot, you’re a natural you know that? Look how hard you make me” grabbing at your shirt he shreds it down the middle, grabbing at your tits like a tween boy. “There’s those beautiful tits.”

Familiarly, what feels like multiple hands start to grab at your body tenderly, looking around only shows nothing but the feeling is still there. Pawing at your neglected pussy, a hand gently spreads open your lips to the cold air, another teases at your clit and another starts to prep you open. The hands seem to work in tandem, so close together that they should be overlapping but that does nothing to deter their work.

Squishing your tits around his dick, he slides his dick between them as he watches your facial expressions knowingly. He quickly cums again, bending over to lick your face where his cum had covered as he continued to hump.

Pulling back by your hair he directs you back to his still throbbing erection. “Last time was cute, but suck like you really mean it this time yea? Don’t make me do all the work.” Giving you little time to even process that demand he goes to fuck your mouth again, a bit harder and with a lot less grace. Moaning around his dick, the hand prepping you slides in with two fingers. This time he seems to last longer, with a voice slowly becoming less human sounding he moans unabashedly “you’re doing so well for me, mama, fuck.” Pulling out suddenly, he cums on your chest, just as you were about to cum on the fingers, his seed catching on your open mouth as you pant.

The hands didn’t stop, nor did Paul as he tapped his still hard dick against your tongue. Very slowly moving down your body, he watches your body clench around nothing as if he knew what was going down.

“Stop looking you fucking creEP AH” another finger slips in as more hands cup your tits, toying with the sensitive nips as Paul kisses down your body with a gutteral hum. “Perfect mama, keep calling me that, sayin’ it like that. I’ll show you just how much I crave it.”

His dick slides against your clit, as the hand continues harshly. Rubbing gently at first but then a bit harder, a bit faster, watching you keen.

Pulling your legs over his shoulders as he keeps your thighs closed, Paul once again chases another climax with your thighs as you cum again against this invisible force.

Put still, nothing stops, not until Paul comes on your chest, licking up his cum and chasing down your mouth as he tongue fucks your own.

Kissing slowly down as he crawls in between your thighs, he gives a slow lick to your gushing cunt as you squeal. The warm, wet, and slimy tongue savouring your cum as if it was the best thing to eat. He lets the hands do most of the work, choosing to either watch from above you he makes an even bigger mess of himself, wiping your wet pussy with your panties to sniff. Or he licks you slowly, nursing on your clit with a patience you didn’t think he possessed.

But he was determined to make you cum more than he did, which was a feat in itself. Slowly, the invisible hands around your sensitive pussy faded away, leaving you gasping for breath and tired as hell. But Paul makes himself still very much apparent as he uses his palm to smack on your cunt a few times. Embarrassingly, soaking it as he did so.

Gathering your weak limbs, Paul slipped in easily, convincing himself that you were obviously made for him, not acknowledging how he made you this way. Instead preferring his delusions that you were perfect, just for him, as soon as he saw you on the boardwalk.

Wasting no time at all, Paul starts a punishing pace, meanly pinching at your teased nipples and smacking against your clit as you gush around him.

With weak arms you push at his chest, but he easily bats those away as he curls over you, giving you sweet little kisses as he rearranges your guts. Contrasted with the downright disgusting noises he makes as he moans unabashedly, his hips making loud clapping and squelching noises.

You cum around his cock but just as you were expecting he would, he pushes past your orgasm to chase the next one, making you outwardly cry from the overstimulation, barely making any noise as you pant from exhaustion. Paul only kisses up your tears, further silencing your moans as he tongue fucks your mouth.

After quickening up his pace you knew he’d be cumming soon, squirming under him, you really didn’t want to pay for plan b, but he isn’t moved so easily, pulling you back by your hips as he gasps, his forehead resting on your sternum. Just as you had predicted, his cum gushed into your spent cunt and you prayed that he would tucker himself out finally, but apparently god was determined to get your back broken, and so was Paul.

Hiking up your thighs over his own, your pelvis now elevated as your head still rests on the dirty ground, Paul starts to fuck you slower, but harder then before. Pushing up your shirt and bunching up your skirt at your waist, Paul all but salvates over them, laughing as he watches you try to cover them up embarrassed. Holding on to your forearms he uses them as leverage to fuck you deeper, making you cry out lewdly.

Time passes as Paul stays attached to you like a leech, and you start to wonder if he’ll ever let up. Swapping to different positions, trying to find the one he likes the best, but he just can’t seem to make up his mind as he fucks you over and over. Your only peace comes and you barely miss it but as a voice calls out, Paul slows down just enough. Dazed as all hell, you watch as Paul turns his head to regard the newcomers casually, not bothering to cover either of you up nor stop his menstrations.

You can barely understand the conversation but it seems to upset Paul, as he tightens his grip and growls, he fucking growls. And even more embarrassingly, the growl sends vibrations against you, making you mewl loudly. And that was met with whistles and chuckles, as Paul turns back to you to look at you adoringly.

The one who was mainly talking clears his throat, saying one last comment and despite the fact you expected Paul to pull away, instead he turns around and goes back to fucking you, turning your body sideways to where the three boys now stood. With one leg on his shoulder, he throws comments to the boys that you can’t process. It took two shuddering almost painful orgasms of yours until Paul came again. With no signs of stopping the two boys who kept quiet had to wrestle Paul off of you.

He growled, hissed, and made spitting noises like a cornered cat. But he eventually regained himself enough where they let him go. Allowing him to say goodbye, he crawls up to you again, using your panties to wipe both of your frothed up cum that spread onto your legs and abdomen, pocketing them and carrying you into your room through your open window.

Kissing you slowly he searches your room, for a keepsake or two as he looks for a pen. Grabbing your arm gently, he writes on your arm instructions before he kisses you again, tucks you into bed, locks up the window he just broke into, and lets himself out through the front door. Picklocking it closed behind him.

‘When you can move again, meet me at the boardwalk or I’ll come to you ❤️’ -Paul

[redamancy-writes]

Ride of a Lifetime - David x Female!Reader

Word Count- 932

Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987

Pairing- David (The Lost Boys 1987) x Female! Reader

Title - Ride of a Lifetime

"I haven't seen you in some time now." Your words felt wrong as they came out of your mouth as you approached David. Too abrupt, too formal, too…Not how you usually were with him. Greetings between the two of you were soft smiles and chaste kisses before Paul and Marko demanded you join the four of them in whatever shenanigans they were planning. 

The rest of the boys got the hint that you likely wanted to talk alone, Paul making an ‘ok’ motion with his hand as Dwayne took the lead in their exit, heading towards the rides. You hadn’t seen them in what felt like weeks but only a few short days had passed since you had seen the group, or even the blond man in front of you. 

He finally got the nerve to tell you, to ignore his urge to keep playing in a fantasy land that you two were human lovers, to tell you all about him and his friends and what they were. His eyes were lit up with an emotion you had never seen before, the way his lips stretched into a grin as in the same breath he told you he loved you and wanted to be with you for eternity, he wanted you to become one of them. 

But you ran. You were so overwhelmed and confused, you ran from him. Ever since that night you had come to the boardwalk, seeking him out to try and make amends, to explain you were scared and needed to process things, but well, that didn’t seem to matter now. The rampage that went through the cave was still visible no matter how much Star and Laddie attempted to tidy up the mess of shredded cushions and torn blankets. 

"Well, I was avoiding you if that wasn’t easy enough to figure out,”  David replied with a flick of his cigarette, looking relatively unimpressed. “But my luck obviously ran out, since you found me.”  

Masking the hurt he felt with a face of annoyance as you awkwardly stood in front of him while he leaned against the wooden railings of the boardwalk. 

“Oh,” All the hope that had built in your chest deflated. “I see, well,” You looked to the side to see the boys hopping onto the carousel, not a care in the world to pay for a ticket as they took their seats. 

“I won’t be a bother anymore then,” You said simply, the back of your eyes stinging with tears but you didn’t dare let them spill. Nodding to yourself you turned on your heel, already getting ready to fish your car keys out of your bag. 

“Why did you come back?” David’s eyes were trained on the back of your head, narrowed as he analyzed your body language. 

“For you,” You said, pausing your search for your keys but still facing away from him. Your words were no louder than a mumble, but he heard you all thanks to his supernatural hearing. 

Neither of you two said anything, but as you turned around you noticed he was suddenly much closer to you now  than before you even began walking away. 

“I care for you, David,” You got the guts to say it, wanting to at least tell him for one last time just how much he meant to you, “You know I love you,” You felt shy as his face never changed, your nerves made you doubt your ability to read him as he analyzed your every move. 

“I was scared and confused and I didn’t know what to think so I just…” You blew air out of your mouth with a bitter laugh. “Just forget it, forget I ever came back. I..” You wanted to say ‘I’ll see you around,’ but the ache of knowing that if you did, he’d ignore your existence stopped you from saying it. 

“I hope you have a great night, have fun with the boys,” You chose to say instead, giving a smile to try and play off the facade that you were okay with walking away from him. 

Before you could turn to walk away from him again, you were pulled into a tight embrace as David’s cigarette fell to the ground. David’s smell always brought you comfort, leather and cigarettes with a hint of iron. As his familiar smell invaded your senses, you relaxed into his embrace, gripping the back of his leather trench coat.

He didn’t say anything, but his tight grip on you while he buried his face in your neck told you all you needed to know. He was hurt, he was angry, he was afraid you’d never come back to him. But you were here now, and that’s all that mattered to him as he inhaled your scent, as if to confirm his mind wasn’t paying tricks on him like he was able to do to others. 

For a moment, he just held you, but after a while he pulled away. “Come on,” He murmured, gloved hand reaching out to you. 

“Where are we going?” You grinned at him as you placed your hand into his. 

“Take a ride with me, (Y/n),” He didn’t pull you, but kept your hand in his as he waited for you to make a decision. “A ride of a lifetime,” David grinned and you felt your heart do summersaults as you closed the distance. 

David brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles before releasing his grip on you, allowing you to maneuver yourself behind him on the bike. 

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THE CAVE

Found this on pinterest lmfao paul fucking uppppp his rice 😭🥰 dwayne in the back chewing gum while thinking about me😋 then marko double checking if his noodles aren’t worms😭

[walmart-cereal]

Cat Dwayne au

yall-

what if- bear with me- Star accidentally turned Dwayne into a cat

and get this- he liked it??? hcs

hangs around Star a lot

she's gentle

he gets into so many fights with Marko's pigeons oh my god

David actually can pick him up now

and yes,

David abuses the power to no end

his earring is now his little collar

he's able to go into the sun! he enjoys the beach

plays with Laddie a lot

he takes a lot of naps on Paul's laps

cuz those things be thicc

anyways

he also likes to sleep on Marko's jacket

he now has privileges to go anywhere he wants in the cave

very nice very cool

[two-red-lungs]

Pick Your Poison

Paul/Fem!Reader

Content: Slow burn, stoner!Paul, he’s the Drugs Guy and I love him, unresolved tension, the Lost Boys are SO toxic

Word Count: 2.9k

The neon sign in Saigon Soul’s window hummed, luminous and red, casting vermillion’s feather-soft hue across the rapidly cooling colors of the night. The last rays of the sun had faded less than an hour ago: but as soon as they did, like clockwork, your new favorite entertainment emerged. Just like he did every night. A reverse Cinderella.

Red looked good on Paul. It haloed his product-stiff blonde mane in a ruby glow and glittered like pomegranate seeds in a marching line down his gilded row of medallions. Turned his off-white eyes and teeth pink, too. He huffed, smacking his lips obnoxiously in an effort to puff away the heat of his extra-spicy beef noodle pho, flapping his hands about. The piles of bracelets on his wrists jangled.

“Fuck me, man. That’s good.” He said in his usual laid-back, loose tone after a gulp of iced tea from his flimsy paper cup. 

“Mmm.” You hummed and picked up a heavy shrimp spring roll with your chopsticks. Maybe it was the thick seaside summer air, or the heavenly deep-fried smells that wafted your way every time the narrow restaurant door opened, but the damn things smelled amazing. “Told ya. This place is a total hole in the wall but their food’s primo.”

“Uh-huh.” He sucked pepper oil off the pad of his thumb and scratched his stubbly cheek contemplatively. Even like this, reeking of sweat and looking like a cat got lost in his hair somewhere, he was so beautiful it was almost ridiculous. Damn those baby blues. “My man Dwayne’s gonna dig on this stuff. He’s one bona fide heat fiend. Eats the fuckin, the… the uh…” He snapped his fingers a few times, brows furrowed in utmost stupefied contemplation. “The little spoons, with the red powder on top, you know—”

“Tamarind candy?”

His face lit up like the sun. Jesus Christ. That smile was a flashbang, a dynamite stick, a stun baton. Made you go all stupid. “Yeah! Yeah, man, the tamarind candy! Gotta get him some of that stuff.”

You looked down at your paper plate of food and worried at the inside of your lip with your teeth. Somewhere down the street dance music was playing. Car lights ghosted over your and your dinnermate, lighting up the strangers that walked by on the sidewalk next to you. It was by all means a perfect night: balmy wind and the distant sound of the boardwalk rides on the air. But Paul bringing up his brother… it sent an uneasy sensation down your spine and you couldn’t quite pin down why. 

Paul had stumbled into your life three weeks ago, completely drunk on the beach. You’d been a good samaritan: held his hair back while he puked, tossed him a bottle of water while he reeled and slurred out that his brothers had dumped his ass for being too intoxicated. But the whole while, he grinned. Like he could enjoy anything. Like no matter what situation life put him in, he’d find some way to have fun. 

He sat by your little bonfire in the grassy dunes and you chatted. You showed him some of your stick-n-poke tats and he’d insisted on getting one himself. And (in a decidedly less good samaritan way) you’d given him one, india ink blackening your fingers and his inner arm skin cold under your fingers. And that’s how you’d gotten to know him, how you’d continued to know him over the last collection of days. Alone, just him. His weird, easily-distractible, impulsive, entertaining self. He mentioned he had three brothers, once or twice, and you took it in stride. 

Then you’d seen him with them. 

He was like an entirely different person. 

Across the sea of beach boardwalk heads you’d spotted him. But it didn’t feel like him. He sat lazily up on a railing surrounded by equally eccentric young men, and they watched the crowd like tigers. Like mad kings looking down on their kingdom. A beautiful young woman passed and they all jeered, whooping and whistling and clapping: even Paul. With an aggression and odd hunger in his eyes you’d never seen before. They all moved in tandem, like wolves, wordlessly communicating in a way that made your skin crawl. 

You left. 

Now he was Paul again tonight: just Paul, the Paul you knew and hoped to god was the real version. The guy who couldn’t talk and chew gum to save his life. The guy who declared a thumb war with you and proceeded to lose six times in a row. The guy who delighted in rocking the sky-glider that slowly trundled over the pier until you were shrieking and clinging to his coat.

Either way, real Paul or not, you were glad you’d yet to meet his family. 

The blonde stretched, yawned, and hopped out of his seat, digging a hand into his dingy riding pants pocket. When you moved to counter, pulling your wallet out of your bag, he uh-uhed you and flapped his own leather-bound one in your face. “Not a chance, girl. Paulie’s good for it.”

You raised your brows. As far as you knew, he was a surf bum with a penchant for partying. No way was he holding down a nine to five to pay for dinner. 

Paul scoffed at your look. “I got a freebie from a real charitable dude.” He flashed the corner of a hundred at you and stuck out his tongue with a smile before wrestling two fives out of his cash-thick wallet. 

“Uh-huh. Someone just… handed you what, looks like… six hundred bucks?”

“He didn’t need ‘em anymore.” Paul didn’t even watch his wallet fall, he just dropped it to the table, flattening the bills to presentability with his fingers. “Try not to miss me, ‘kay?” In a whirl of pungent sea salt and old-timey coattails he was inside the little eatery, the bell on the poster-covered door jingling. 

You idly scratched at the hem of his leather wallet with your thumb nail while you waited. Real charitable dude, huh? You weren’t stupid. Paul was a street fiend. Ran trades and exchanges from the pockets sewn inside his coat with practiced ease, like he was born to sell ditchweed and glass-cut coke to summer-break college students. No doubt that’s where the money came from. Hell, the way he was standing around with his brothers… you wouldn’t be surprised if they were his suppliers. 

Something crunched under the edge of your nail. You brought your thumb to your face. There was a line of red, deep and nearby brown, trapped between the keratin and your skin. Dirt, obviously. 

It was dirt. 

Had to be dirt.

Like a category three hurricane, Paul was back, and before you knew it you were on your feet and moseying down the bustling town avenue. One of his long, lithe arms was draped almost crushingly over your shoulder, holding you to his side. He jingled with every footfall. Golden strands of hair blustered in the corner of your vision and you felt his ribs, pressed against your side, swell and contract with a contented sigh.

Two could play at that overconfident, wild-child game. With a little effort you extracted a pinned arm and shoved it under his coat, grabbing his waist over his mesh top and holding him much in the same way he held you as you jaunted down the avenue. He threw his head back and laughed, his stride never wavering. 

“You kinda got guts, girl.” He cackled into the coastal breeze. 

“So, Paulie.” You ignored his needling, crossing the crosswalk and ambling past seemingly endless pizzerias and cinemas and smoke shops. “Level with your good, kind, very honest and transparent friend. How many acid tabs did you sling to get that sorta funding?”

Paule shook your shoulder with a strong hand. “Wasn’t lyin’ to you, c’mon. I really did get that green for free.” The walk sign nearby turned from stop to go and you crossed another street. “Me and my brothers, we got ways, y’know? Not gonna be strapped for cash any time soon.”

Sometimes, when Paul looked at you just right, you thought your damn heart was gonna beat out of your chest. Like he saw right through the bullshit into your soul. But other times, times like now, you realized just how little you actually knew the guy. 

“I got ‘bout an hour before I gotta jet, girl.” Paul started talking again and you blinked: you’d arrived in front of the bulb-studded Casino Arcade arched entrance at the boardwalk without even noticing it. When you looked up at him, he was already looking down at you, eyes crinkled in kiddish mischief. “You down for a puff ‘n play?”

“Just an hour?” You mockingly pouted, extracting yourself from him and crossing your arms broodingly in the small ever-flowing crowd of young adults going in and out of the noisy arcade. “Geez, Paul. What am I, a time-killer till you can go have real fun?”

He laughed and there was a bark to it. “If you could handle real fun I’d take you with me.” A little of his usual spaced-out bliss receded. “But I, uh. Don’t really think the guys would appreciate a plus one at our… parties.”

“Wow.” You deadpanned. “Not vague and condescending at all.” With a conceding huff you punched his shoulder playfully, making his body rock like an inflatable car-sale mascot. “Fine, blondie. I’m game.” Paul was grinning from ear to ear and dragged you by the sleeve off to the underside of the pier, fishing around in his inside pockets. “But none of that skunkweed, you hear me? And if I kick your butt at Speedway again you gotta gimme your ring like you promised last time!”

He stopped short so quickly you nearly collided with his tall, narrow back. Paul whirled around. “Yeah? What do I get if I win?”

You were very acutely aware of how close he was standing, nearly chest-to-chest, and how the shadow-painted back side of the arcade by the barnacle-stippled pier was much less crowded than the arcade. You swallowed and his sharp, playful gaze tracked the motion of your throat reflexively. “It’s— augh, um— mystery prize. Can’t tell you what it is till you win. Which you won’t.”

He was silent for a few seconds, sucking on the inside of his cheek. Thinking. Then he grinned. “Alright.” He flicked a lighter across his knuckles and pressed the button down. The little firelight flickered wildly in the turbulent air. “Let’s get toasted.”

Sitting down in the shadow-dark sand between the pier legs, watching him roll a joint right then and there on his narrow knee, you reeled. Sometimes you really couldn’t tell what his deal was. Were you a time-killer? A listening ear? A friend? The way he looked at you, sometimes— it didn’t feel friendly.

If it was good or bad, though… the jury was still out on that one. 

So. It wasn’t skunkweed.

It was nice and palatable and bright. Absolutely top-shelf stuff he was handing out to you pro-bono. The world was a delicious blur: arcade lights were multihued and the speaker music was pop-y and completely grooveable. Your skin prickled in the hot interior air: fabric just felt better after a few puffs. And god, Paul was the funniest, weirdest, most oddly endearing beanstalk of a man when he was on the stuff. 

He had his forehead pressed so hard to the claw machine it was going to leave a red halo: he beat the side with his fist and howled in breathy, entertained frustration when the wimpy claw let the neon green monkey plush slip from its grasp under your careful joystick management. “Ahh, you dropped it again! Unbelievable!”

“It’s not exactly made to be easy, doofus! I’d like to see you try.” You half-chuckled, half-grumbled, feeding the hungry quarter slot more change. You missed the slot a few times before you succeeded. 

Paul reeled back and rounded the machine like a big cat, waving jingly arms. “You’re an amateur, girl. Let a pro show ya how it’s done.” 

You assumed he’d push you out of the way: god knows he'd done it before. But no, of course now he decided to act exactly like the Paul you’d come to know. He pressed up behind you, chin tickling the crown of your head, and put a hand over yours on the joystick when the machine popped back to life, revitalized by the loose change. It chirped out a happy eight-bit tune and Paul hummed along to it, guiding the claw around and back. His fingers were cool over yours. You could feel his belt buckle biting into your back over your shirt. 

You held very, very still, mouth pressed into a thin line. He jammed the drop button. The claw lowered, clamped over the green monkey, and hauled it over to the prize chute. It dropped it without a hitch: the plush clunked into the deposit receptacle.

Paul’s mouth was behind your ear, cold breath on the shell of it. “See? Pro.”

Then he was gone, crouching like an animal by the chute and wrestling the monkey free, and god you were reeling again: collecting your very high nerves with hands still clutching the sweating joystick plastic. 

“What’s my prize?”

“...Huh?” 

Paul doubled down, resting his weight against the Blasteroids arcade machine and wiggling the monkey at you. “I won. What’s my mystery prize, hmm?”

You collected yourself enough, finally. At least enough to scoff dismissively. “Please, I basically wiped the floor with you in Speedway and Super Mario—”

“You can’t argue with evidence, girl.” When you lunged to snatch the green ‘evidence’ out of his grip he reached upwards with it, holding it over your head mockingly, a cheshire smile on his face. “Cough it up. I want my prize.”

You jumped for the monkey and it went even higher. Grumbling and hopping and face starting to grow very flushed with an ‘I don’t have a fucking mystery prize’ panic, you rambled and cajoled at him, flipping between wheedling and threatening. It took you about fifteen seconds to realize he was no longer staring down at you, but rather over your head. 

“Paul.” A laid-back, low male voice said evenly from behind you. 

An icy knot formed in your stomach. You turned, slow as a glacier, and yep, it was exactly what you thought it was. Two of the brothers you’d spied the blonde hanging out with before. The tall, dark, and brooding one, and the peroxide-spiked trench coat model.

The latter lifted his eyebrows at you when he caught you staring. A tight, cold smile graced his lips for a moment before he turned his cutting gaze back to his brother. “Thought we all agreed to be at the statue by ten. We missed you.” His eyes slide back to you. “Who’s your friend?”

You stood as tall as you could in the given circumstances, feeling rather like a park ranger making himself as big as possible to frighten off a bear. An introduction was on the tip of your tongue. It got knocked off of it when Paul abruptly elbowed past you, shoulder-checking you hard enough to offset your balance. When he stood by his brothers, he looked exactly in place. Like he was meant to be there. 

He glanced down his nose at you. There was a different sort of smile on his face. An insider smile. One you didn’t feel like was for you. “Just some chick, David. Y’know how it is. Where’s Marko?”

“Scoping out dinner. Probably waiting on us, now.”

“Shit man, then let’s go!” Paul crowed, snapping his fingers and grinning, tongue trapped between his teeth. “I’m starvin’.”

The whole while they talked, the tall, dark-haired one watched you with crossed arms. Taking in the way your face shifted, the confused, hurt pinch in your brow. The pac-man machine illuminated half his face, like a skull of amber-yellow. You caught his eye. The intensity of his gaze forced yours down to the multicolored carpet. 

“After you.” David gestured broadly with a gloved hand towards the arcade entrance, and Paul flounced towards it without so much as a goodbye or a sparing glance in your direction, even after an entire evening together. David looked at the dark-haired one. “Dwayne. Time to roll.”

A long-drawn out pause. You refused to look up. 

“...Comin’.” Dwayne eventually said. The trio disappeared between arcade machines, tops of their heads barely visible, then vanished into the crowded Santa Carla night. 

The green monkey was abandoned on the floor, limbs splayed. You picked it up, its glassy plastic eyes blankly reflecting the arcade lights. Like it was mocking you for being there, alone, after that. 

“Fucking asshole.” You breathed in disbelief to yourself. Far more hurt than you thought you’d be. You’d hung out with him for what, six days, tops? Were you even friends? Was he not just some nighttime stranger, a weirdo who emerged from the woodwork to show you a good time once in a while? Paul was good. Paul was fun. He was a fat blunt and a shot of tequila and a roller-coaster ride all wrapped up into one person. 

You’d picked him as your poison of preference. It was a good poison. Now you were starting to wonder if you’d picked wrong.