#tlb fic

[britany1997]

Fate Yields For No One

Chapter Five

Well y’all, it’s been a month so you know what that means:):) Hope you enjoy the next installment in the series! I can’t wait to show y’all how this fic is going to develop even further!

Poly Lost Boys x Max’s Daughter Reader

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California, 1986

The boys were too stunned to speak.

Until Paul abruptly broke the silence with a resounding “what the fuck.”

You pulled away from Maria’s embrace when a familiar voice shattered your moment. You sighed, pushing your frustration down and turning to glare at the blond menace.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t alone.

The same feeling you’d had when you’d met Paul a couple weeks ago surged through you once more as you met eyes with each of his friends.

The bleach blond one looked disgusted, almost angry, with his eyes narrowed and his mouth fixed into a sneer.

The curly haired one bit his gloved thumb, his eyes skittered back and forth between you, Maria, and his friends. He bounced, shifting his weight back and forth from one foot to the other, practically vibrating.

The dark haired one was unreadable. Your eyes narrowed as you took in his expression. You searched for nervousness, anger, sadness, anything. But his face revealed nothing, it was almost intriguing.

Paul looked broken. His mouth slightly agape and his eyes resembling those of a kicked puppy. Despite his pitiful appearance, you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel any remorse.

You reminded yourself that you’d always been entitled to make your own damn choices.

The little utterances of “mine” that broke through their lips meant nothing to you. You had never belonged to anyone but yourself. And you had always been your own to give.

You crossed your arms and scowled, daring them to intrude any further on your time with Maria.

You felt a hand slide along your cheek, turning your head slowly until you were faced with your lover.

“Hey,” she soothed, staring into your eyes with a slightly nervous gaze. You softened immediately.

“It’s getting late, we’re already closed, and it seems like you need to talk this out,” she said gently.

You took her soft hands in your own. “No, please don’t go,” you pleaded, “it’s them who should leave.”

When she smiled, it didn’t reach her eyes.

“We’re working the night shift together tomorrow,” she reminded you, “figure this out ok? I’ll be here.”

She leaned in to kiss your cheek, “I’ll always be here for you ok?”

“Ok,” you whispered back as you stroked her face softly, causing a blush to rise on her cheeks.

Paul cleared his throat loudly and you shot him a glare that would have peeled paint.

Maria’s hand over yours calmed you down just a bit. She reassured you with a smile before she slipped out the front door.

With Maria gone, you were free to feel the depth of your frustration at the four men before you.

“What do you want?” You grit out through clenched teeth.

Paul threw up his hands, “what is wrong with you?”

Your face flushed red, half with embarrassment, and half with anger. You clenched your fists. Nothing was wrong with you. Something was clearly wrong with him because he couldn’t. take. a hint.

The dark haired vampire shot Paul a look that seemed to reign him in. Then he stepped forward to put himself between you and the three other men.

“I’m Dwayne,” he introduced himself gently, his face still devoid of any emotion.

“Ok,” you spat, “congratulations.”

His mask broke a bit, looking slightly taken aback by your hostility, but he quickly composed himself.

“We just want to talk,” he said, his hands up in a sort of surrender, “let us explain some things to you.”

Your eyes narrowed, and without Maria there to diffuse the situation, your arms crossed again.

“Explain things to me?” You felt rage bubbling up inside you, “what could you possibly have to explain to me?”

Dwayne, to his credit, maintained his calm, collected demeanor. The bleach blond however seemed to be seething behind him.

“It’s hard to know where to start…we’re your-”

“I know.” You cut him off.

“You know?”

“I know what you are, and I know what we are,” you flashed him your fangs.

The four boys couldn’t hide their shock. The bleach blond one pushed past Dwayne to stare you down. “You’re not a human,” he mused.

Dwayne placed a hand on his shoulder, “David…” he warned.

David rolled his shoulder to shove off Dwayne’s hand.

“Listen sweetheart,”

You scowled at the pointed nickname.

“You’re ours,” Paul cringed at David’s words.

“The sooner you get it through your thick head,” David tapped your forehead, causing you to bare your teeth, “the better.”

“Oh fuck,” Paul whispered.

You stared David down, your body shaking slightly in anger. “If you ever fucking touch me again I will rip your head from your shoulders and burn your decapitated body you arrogant asshole,” You hissed.

He hissed back, his fangs on full display.

“David please,” the curly hair vampire begged.

“Marko,” David turned to growl, “I won’t tolerate this kind of insubordination.”

You gripped the edge of the video store desk so hard you thought it might break off.

Dwayne yanked David back by his arm. With the way the bleach blond man glared at the him you thought they might come to blows.

“Do you think you’re helping right now?” Dwayne asked.

David rolled his eyes, “she’s disrespecting me, she’s disrespecting us.” he glared at you.

You scowled back, trying to seem unfazed by his egotistical display.

“Is that what she’s doing?” Dwayne asked, “or is she setting boundaries and making choices you don’t like?”

Your hostile face dissolved to shock. You weren’t expecting that kind of support.

“Love can’t be forced,” Dwayne continued, “you know that, I know you know that.”

David stared at Dwayne before sighing deeply.

You tensed when he moved towards you. “This isn’t over,” he hissed.

You scoffed, “yeah that’s what he said,” you hooked your thumb towards Paul, “I’ll tell you what I told him. It sure seems like it is.”

David’s eyes narrowed but he kept his mouth shut.

“C’mon boys,” he gestured for the men to follow him out of the store.

Dwayne didn’t even glance back as he left.

Marko shot you a longing look, but when you looked away, he sighed before following Dwayne out the door.

Paul lingered. He opened his mouth, only to close it, time after time.

“What do you want?” you scowled.

“We could make you happy,” he said in the softest voice you’d ever heard. “I could make you happy.”

You stared at him, his eyes full of hope and desire.

“If you really want me to be happy…”

He moved closer, hanging on every word you said. His fists clenched at his side, desperate to touch you but holding back.

“Then I need you to leave me alone.”

His face fell, any hope in his eyes had shattered and dissolved.

He turned away, dead heart breaking in his chest.

“Ok,” was all he could muster as he too disappeared from the store.

As soon as he’d slipped from sight, you rushed to the front door to flip the sign from open to closed.

Grateful for the solace that an empty store provided, you slunk to the back room to mull over the events of the night.

You slid down the door until you were seated, head in hands. Part of you wondered if it would be so bad to give in. The Dwayne guy seemed respectful and kind enough, and if you were honest with yourself, you weren’t unattracted to him either.

If you were really honest, you weren’t unattracted to any of them. Except that David asshole.

It wasn’t his face that bothered you, but his abismal attitude. He might as well have been Max Jr.

He didn’t own you. No one fucking did.

Then there was Maria.

Her beautiful face flashed through your mind. She was kind, she was brilliant, she was caring, and you could see yourself falling for her one day.

God you’d had your first kiss with Maria tonight and you were thinking about those possessive vamps?

How could you ever consider trading her in for these four strangers with nothing but some kind of empty ‘claim’ on you.

You sighed.

You couldn’t deny that you’d felt the pull. You blamed your stupid, uncontrollable vampire instincts.

But what was lust, passion, and desire when compared with connection, comfort, and love?

Maria was the one you wanted. You chose her, and you’d do what you had to to keep her.

Whatever it took.

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[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Captive

I saw someone on here who said that there aren't enough dark fics about the lost boys, so I was kind of inspired to write one. After all, i do intend to forget that 'our' boys are also viscous killers. That being said, this is dark. Like really dark. Tw for torture, broken bones, needles, blood drinking, taunting, and murder of the oc. So, read at your own risk.

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The first thing I noticed after waking up was the cold. Water - or at least, I assumed it was water - dripped on my head, dampening my hair. I couldn't help but shiver as some drops fell down my face, running down my nose and over my chin.

The second thing I noticed was that I was not wearing the clothes I had on before falling unconscious. I had been wearing a shirt and some pants, but now I was in a thin dress. I frowned - why would someone change my clothing? The dress wasn't smooth. It was hard in some places, as if blood had dried there and stiffened the fabric. Had I been bleeding?

The third, and probably the most important thing I noticed, was that I couldn't move my leg. My left leg was hurting, and when I slid my hand down my leg to feel why, I hissed quietly, tears burning in my eyes. My hand hadn't just run over skin, instead bumping into something sharp. Something that was probably my bone, I realised.

Before the horror of my leg being so horribly broken could consume me, the room I was in was lit up. A guy with bleached blond hair and completely dressed in black entered, carrying a torch. Fear crossed my face as I looked at him.

"Who are you?"

The guy stopped, staring at me. His look held something terrifying.

"What do you want from me?"

He moved forward, placing the torch in a metal holder on the wall. He ignored me still, and I wasn't sure if it was because he was the one who did this to me, and he wanted to intimidate me, or if it was for some other reason.

"Why won't you answer me?"

I gasped as his hand closed around my throat, lifting me up in the air until I was held above him. "Shut up."

He let go, and I fell to the ground, gasping for air. I looked at him, realising now that I had seen him before. He and three other men always hang out on the boardwalk. He had been banned from several stores, and a couple of nights ago, I had been forced to enforce the ban they had from the videostore.

"Is this because I sund you away from the videostore?"

Once again, I was ignored, but I could have sworn I saw a smirk on his face. He left the room, only to return less than ten seconds later with some needle and thread.

"You're not that important," he chuckled as he pulled the thread through the needle and pushed it through my lip, grinning as I cried - both from fear and from pain. "We just wanted a new plaything." He continued, slowly but surely stitching my lip together. When he was done, he opened a bottle of vodka he had brought in and poured some over the wounds he made. I screamed, crying and whimpering as I desperately tried to ignore the stinging pain. The guy just laughed, getting up. "We'll be back later. Better behave, doll."

We? Did he mean that the other three boys also played a part in this? I was terrified. This guy was enjoying hurting me way too much. God knows I couldn't run - not with the way my leg was broken. But I had to try, didn't I? I couldn't just give in, right?

I must have fallen unconscious because when I woke up, it was to one of the blond guys - I think his name was Marko - biting my wrist. I tried to pull away, but he yanked my arm back quickly, bruising it badly. He didn't say anything as he eventually let go, leaving the room. I felt exhausted, though, realising that he probably drank my blood. What kind of freak would drink my blood? Feeling lightheaded, I tried my best to focus on my surroundings. I couldn't stay here. As I looked up, I noticed something.

The door was still open, and I knew that this was it. I knew it could be a trap, another cruel game, but i could not risk it. Either I got out now, or I would die here. That was how it was going to be. I cried quietly as I moved to stand up, almost throwing up when a sudden flash of pain rolled over me. Limping, I made my way to the door, hoping that no one was outside.

Luck seemed to be with me, and as quickly as I could - which wasn't very quickly, mind you - I made my way through the hallway. I walked, and limped, and cried, and somehow it felt like the hallway just wasn't ending. When, after what felt like hours, I was more than ready to give up, I saw a small light in the distance. The light of a fire, or maybe the rising sun. I didn't know. It gave me hope, and no matter how much pain I was in, I realised I had to go on. Hissing with every step I took, I slowly made my way out.

It was a fire that I had seen. A fire burning inside a cave that was empty. Empty - I sighed quietly. I could get away. I limped through the cave, to the opening, deciding that crawling was my best bet on getting out. I don't know how I managed, I felt more horrible than I had done in days, but in the end, I managed to reach the opening of the cave. The stairs leaving towards the opening were tall, but i realised I could just sit on the stairs and try to make my way up like that, moving step by step without using my injured leg as much.

After what seemed like hours, I was exhausted. I was dead on my feet, but I was upstairs. I had escaped. I was free, I was - something heavy hit my head, and I fell to the ground, losing consciousness.

"I told you she would try to escape," a voice above me laughed loudly.

"You'd almost pitty the poor human," another laughed, "tried so hard to escape and then still failing."

I pulled my eyes shut again. No, this - this couldn't be true. I got out, I escaped, I-

"We know you're awake," I was yanked up by my hair, causing my eyes to snap open. The four guys from the boardwalk stood in front of me, their faces looking distorted.

"Shame you got out," one of them - Paul, you thought - said, "We would have let you go if you just stayed."

You looked horrified, as you saw how sincere he looked. Was it true? Could you have been freed, just by listening to them? By staying put? Tears welled up in your eyes.

"Pwwss," you tried, but your mouth was still sewn together. The guys laughed before one of them, the only brunet, grabbed your face and slowly dragged your jaw down, tearing your lips open. Your screamed, your lips bleeding, your mouth burning.

"Please let me go..." You cried, " I won't tell anyone, please just-"

"Why would we let you go? Because you tried so hard to escape?"

David grinned, causing you to shiver. "You can try to escape. Go ahead. But when we catch you, remember that this will seem like a good memory."

I didn't need to be told twice, I ran. I hurried, I cried, I limped, I hopped, I tried everything I could to stay ahead of them.

I can hear them now, their motorcycles going faster than I could ever go. I can hear their laughter, their taunting, and I know that it is pointless. I can't outrun them. I can't. I try to move further, but I can't - a tree branch causes me to fall over, and within seconds, all four of them are on top of me. Fangs bared, sinking deep into my skin. They drink and drink, and I know this is it.

Quietly, I stare up to the sky, closing my eyes as I feel the last drops of blood being drained from my body. The last thing I hear is their laughter. And then, I hear nothing.

Total silence.

[charlizekkelly]

hungry like the wolf

Spicy Prompt: “Look how well you’re taking me.”

Pairing: Reader x Dwayne (The Lost Boys 1987)

Word Count: 2167

TW’s: Size kink, slight somophilia, dub-con (??), non-con, pet names (sweet girl & good girl), biting and blood play.

Author's Note: God damn. This got out of hand and like Dwayne, this is a big one (I'm sorry I had to). Who wouldn't want to be fucked senseless by him? Let's be honest, he's the man and would fuck like a God.

Tags (Dwayne's hoes) : @ghoulgeousimmaculate @britany1997 @misslavenderlady @dwaynesluscioushair @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @lostinsantacarla

!18+ CONTENT - MINORS DNI!

The alkaline-infused breeze skittered down the tunnelways of the cavernous home, carrying the scent of the ever-changing tides of Hudson’s Bluff through the cave, blustering the flames within the fire barrels or the candles perched upon rock crevices. Not that it mattered to her, tucked beneath the assortment of blankets on Dwayne’s bed with soft candlelight illuminating the room. Oblivious to the path his thoughts had taken as he peered down at her with dark irises, lingering on the dark fabric of his shirt and the white-lace panties he glimpsed from where her leg stuck out from beneath the sheets, his shirt riding up her body in a way that made him want to groan.

Dwayne was many things–patient, caring, attentive, coolheaded and loyal–but with her, he found himself obsessing over the way she smiled up at him whenever they spoke. Or the way she laughed and he had to feign nonchalance like the sound hadn’t sent blood rushing to his dick and a multitude of thoughts to careen through his head. Of how she tasted, the way he could make her squirm, the sounds she made or the way she felt wrapped around his cock.

This isn’t helping me, at all, he thought, watching as she shifted on the mattress and he gingerly slipped from beneath the sheets. 

Heading toward the room’s doorway before her voice rippled to his ears and he came to a jarring halt, his head turning ever-so-slowly back to where she lay, sound asleep. He waited a moment, locked in the doorway with his gaze pinned upon her, wondering if this was a cruel mind trick played by Paul and Marko. Hell, he wouldn’t have been surprised if David was a part of it–all three blonds notorious for their love of mind games.

But then, the saccharine call he thought he’d heard from her lips filled his ears. A sound so sweet, it almost brought him to his knees. Something his companions continuously taunted him about, the trio aware of his infatuation with the human woman he cared about. But neither of the trio was game enough to cross him, knowing the ease with which he went from coolheaded to protective–possessive–but it didn’t deter their playful jests.

“Dwayne,” she called again, her voice all breathy and laced with lust.

As hard as he tried–which wasn’t very hard at all–he couldn’t fight the smug grin that crept across his face, approaching her with wolfish ease. He knew she was a moderately light sleeper but still, he reached out and pulled the blankets away from her body, baring her to his hungry eyes as he sunk onto his jean-clad knees at the end of the bed and admired her for several moments.

It was as she shifted on the mattress and his dark irises locked on the pearl-white lace that contrasted perfectly with her skin, that his deeply timbered voice filled the room. “Fuck.”

“If you’re going to fuck her, can I watch?” Came Paul’s husky voice through their pack’s bond.

Dwayne’s eyes rolled at the hopeful edge of his companion’s voice–and where he wasn’t opposed to sharing her with him–he didn’t want to share her right now. “Paul,” he warned.

“Is that a yes?” Paul questioned, an audible sigh skittering down their bond when the brunette didn’t immediately respond. “Dwayne?”

Dwayne’s large palms smoothed over her bare legs, up her thighs until he grasped the soft flesh and gently pulled her to the bed’s edge, careful not to wake her as his stare traversed her features. 

“Not tonight.” Came his distracted response before Paul’s presence vanished from his mind.

With a tenderness he reserved for her and her alone, he parted her legs until the flesh of her thigh pressed and bracketed his shoulders. Careful not to nick her skin as he lithely cut the lace from her body, tossing it over his shoulder with little care before he settled his hands upon her inner thighs. Kneading the flesh for a moment as if to savour the feel of her, his ebony tresses tousled and framed his face like a wrathful god whilst his umber gaze remained trained on her face as he dipped his head and his tongue dragged a sensual trail over her labia.

A soft noise tumbled from her lips as he focused his attention on her clit for several seconds, his fingertips sinking into her skin when he dragged a slow stripe up her cunt. He couldn’t stop the low groan that emanated from the depths of his chest if he tried as the taste of her cloyed on his tongue, the sound vibrating into her clit in a way that drew a soft, sleepy gasp from her lips, and for her eyes to groggily blink down at him. 

“Dwayne…what are you–what are you doing?” Her brows furrowed as a breathy moan tumbled from her mouth and she subconsciously ground her cunt into his face, his grasp tightening on her in response.

His head lifted from her cunt, grinning up at her whilst his fingers leisurely toyed with her clit. Like he had all the time in the world. “Oh, this?” He drawled, feigning confusion, fingers dragging the mix of his saliva and her arousal up to circle the sensitive nerve ending, a sharp breath sucked into her chest as a single, thick digit salaciously sunk into her cunt. “I’m taking care of my sweet girl. I’m worshipping her.”

His finger dragged torturously slow, his eyes locked on her face and the way her head tipped back into the sheets when his thumb pressed into her clit, a second digit slipping into her cunt as his pace never faltered. Dwayne’s fingers continued their steady strokes, fingertips curling in a way that wrenched a guttural moan from her lips and a dozen curses to rent off the cavernous walls.

“Fuck, Dwayne. Don’t stop,” she said, hands bunching the sheets beneath her.

“And refuse you of what you want? I don’t think so. I do have a better idea that’ll benefit us both.” A dark chuckle filled her ears, his eyes flashing with something sinful as he pulled his fingers from her cunt and they nimbly unbuttoned his jeans, shoving the fabric down his muscular legs and kicking it off to the side. 

“Benefit us both how?” She said, holding his dark gaze.

“Spread your legs for me, sweet girl.” Came his response as his lips tugged into a wolfish grin.

Without much thought, her legs dutifully parted for him, creating more space for him between her thighs as he discarded his boxers in the same direction as his pants. She watched with heavy-lidded eyes as he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked himself, stepping into the space between her legs before he teasingly dragged his tip across her cunt and one of his hands grasped the flesh of her hip, the other pressed into the fabric beside her.

“Please,” she murmured as he lowered his head and his lips brushed hers, drawing circles into her clit with the head of his cock.

The muscles of his abdomen rippled beneath his skin, capturing her attention before his voice filled her ears. “What do you want, beautiful? Tell me what you want. Use your words.”

“I want you,” she breathed out against his lips, pushing herself onto her elbows so she could connect their lips, kissing him whilst one of her hands skittered over the chorded muscles of his arm and tangled in his dark locks.

And like it took everything in him to pull away–his lips hovering above hers a hairsbreadth away–the hand by her side balled into a fist and his voice lowered several, heady octaves. “Where?” He grounded out through clenched teeth, the action seeming to sharpen his jawline.

Her brows furrowed with confusion for a moment. “What?”

“Where do you want me, sweet girl? Where do you want my cock?” He rasped, pressing a sensual kiss to the underside of her jaw before he nipped at the soft skin.

“Inside me,” she said, gasping as the first few inches of his cock plunged into her cunt, his girth stretching her insides in a euphoric way. His lips met with hers for a moment, kissing her with ravaging quality before she pulled away from his mouth. “Dwayne,” her gaze darted to where they were connected and the inches his cock still needed to enter her–every glorious inch of him that sent her mind reeling–as he slowly pressed more of his cock into her. “You’re so…big.”

He hummed in response, pressing firm, adoration-filled kisses to her throat. “You say that every time, my love, but look how well you’re taking me.”

His words clamoured in her mind, dousing her in a lust-filled haze when he slowly drew back and plunged the rest of his cock into her, his thumb drawing circles into her clit. A breathy moan–part curse, part garbled moan–fell from her lips, body sinking into the mattress as he quickened the pace of his thrusts and the head of his cock brushed a spot inside her that made her squirm.

Dwayne’s dark tut traipsed across the room, hands grasping her hips to prevent her from squirming. “Not so fast. You wanted me inside you and I gave it to you. So now, you’re going to take it like a good girl.” His thrusts deepened as he peered down at her, revelling in the way soft pants escaped past her lips. “Are you my good girl?”

“Yes,” she breathed dazedly, gasping as his cock pressed against her G-spot and the budding tide of her orgasm crept to the forefront of her mind. “Fuck, Dwayne. I’m your good girl.”

A deep groan fell through his lips, head tipping up to the ceiling as he purposely thrust his hips in a way that he knew would collide with her G-spot and his thumb pressed into her clit, mounting her orgasm as he felt her clench around his cock.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” he praised, tearing his gaze from the roof to traverse her body before his thrusts seemed to falter and he hurriedly freed her from the dark fabric of his shirt. His mind short-circuited for a moment when his stare landed on where his cock thrust steadily into her, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he refocused on her bare body.

A large hand cupped her breast, mildly irritated at himself for not paying them any attention sooner as he rolled one taut nipple between his fingers whilst his mouth captured the other and he alternated between circling her nipple with his tongue and sucking hickeys into her skin.

“Dwayne,” she moaned, all breathy and filled with a desperation he recognised.

He knew what she wanted the moment her strained plea met his ears, pulling away from her breasts as the hand at her hip tightened and he rolled his hips in a way that drew another moan from her lips, her cunt clenching around him. “Yes, my sweet girl?”

His lips brushed against hers, her soft pants warming his face as he peered down at her with wolfish delight and she managed to form a coherent sentence through the lust-filled haze of her mind. “I’m going to cum. Fuck, let me cum…please.”

“With manners like that? Who am I to deny you?” he drawled, his hand trailing over her chest to grasp the nape of her neck. Supporting her head as he drew her closer to himself and his teeth elongated into fangs, sinking into her throat in the same moment the head of his cock brushed against her G-spot.

A pleasure-riddled moan echoed across the room and down the darkened tunnelways, no doubt reaching Marko, David and Paul’s ears as she came and he swallowed languid mouthfuls of her blood. He pulled away from her throat in the next heartbeat, head tipping back to the ceiling as he came with a guttural moan, fingertips sinking into her hips.

Her blood coated his chin, dripping down his throat to the chiselled plains of his stomach when he refocused on the room around him and he nimbly hooked her legs around his waist, climbing onto the mattress and situating them in the middle of the bed. Dwayne dragged the assortment of blankets over her body as he tucked her into his side, fussing with the pillows until he was satisfied with her comfort and his blood-stained lips pressed a loving kiss to hers, arms woven over her waist.

A content hum tumbled from her lips as his fingers grasped her chin and he angled her head to bare his marks to his gaze, lathing his tongue over the weeping indents he left behind, ensuring they closed beneath his dark stare. The taste of her cloying on his tongue as he forced himself to refrain from plunging his fangs into her throat once more, always craving her like an untapped hunger that couldn’t be quenched.

Hungry like the wolf.

[saltylandland]

‘Who hasn’t jerked off while their family was fighting downstairs?’

I.E I loved Lisa Frankenstein and while I don’t want to see cole sprouse in a porno (cuz I really don’t lol) this scene would’ve slapped so this post and this poll is what decided this fic. Sorry if this is unreadable I mostly wrote it sleep deprived

Warnings: y’all heard of David being the hidden romantic, but are you prepared for somewhat romantic! Marko? (More like virgin, obsessed with the reader) Vibrator, somewhat voyeuristic? Also Marko can turn into a bat instead of a revamped corpse for the purposes of our story

Also go watch Lisa Frankenstein y’all it’s so good

As you walk through the door you feel your soul escaping you, floating around dizzyingly. Surely it’s finding its way to hell before your body follows it, not that you particularly believed in hell anyway.

Greeting you in the front foyer is your father and step sister, with varied states of worry. Lovingly contrasted by your numbness. You bring her into a hug, comforting her over her missing mother. With a sharp sting you feel the bat in your pocket bite you through your clothes.

With a hiss you jump out of the embrace “ow you little shit” rubbing near the spot where he’d bitten you mutter quietly. Your sister looks at you through her tears, “what?” You subconsciously hit your pocket as nerves rack through you. “I said you must be going through it, hah ha”

Your sister nods with a rueful smile “yeah, I think we’re going to make a police report, would you like to join us?” Your back straightens as you inch up the stairs away from her “oh, you know, I choose to believe that she will be here first thing in the morning, making a police report makes it feel real, ya know?” With a watery smile she pulls you back in for a hug before you bolt, blissfully unaware of her mother’s two killers in front of her. “Yeah, she’ll be home tomorrow, then we can all laugh together about the missing person report”

“Yeah, truely” and with that you leap up the stairs to your room.

Even with the distance between them you could still hear your father’s and panicked step sister talking. Slowly you close your door before leaving it open a crack as Marko jumps out of your pocket, swiftly changing into his human form as soon as he could. Buzzing about, he digs through your closet for pyjamas and you two get ready for bed. It feels oddly… domestic.

Marko gets to bed first, patting the space beside him as you slowly crawl into your place. You heave a tired sigh as the day sets in on you, as you watch Marko grab the ‘massager’, offering to ‘massage’ you for your troubles.

Looking at his eager face you wouldn’t have been able to even conceive the look of utter bloodthirst he had on as he ‘got rid of the evidence’. But looking at his expression now, you don’t feel anything you probably should feel isn’t present. You didn’t want to go to the psyche ward your ‘intuitive’ step mother wanted to send you too, and looking at the person who made that go away…

He’s still fiddling with the vibrator, waiting till you let him massage you. Reaching for it, you stiltedly lean over. “You know… it’s not a massager actually… actually it’s used for…” gesturing wildly a bit, you gently push the wand down to your upper thigh. You see his back straighten as he hesitates for a second on what to do.

Trailing it up your thigh your body does a full body shiver as you giggle from nerves. There were countless times you’ve used the vibratior yourself, but there’s something about the alien feeling of the wand exploring your body in someone else’s hand. Up and over your stomach gently it goes all the way to your neck and back. Just like how he’s done before with his normal massages. This time, his lips trail over the same areas, ghosting over your skin carefully. Devotedly.

Marko watches your reactions with rapid attention, as the wand starts to dip back down to the lower half of your body. It started agonisingly slow, but as your breath hitches, he picks up the pace with an eager grin. He’s so close to your pussy you hold yourself back from grabbing at his hand to pull him closer, until you suddenly hear from beyond the loud thrumming of your wand. Your step sister crying louder as she talks on the phone and- oh fuck

Marko presses the wand right on your mound, so close to your clit, yet still a bit clumsy. But with the prep beforehand to make you all hot and bothered, it feels heavenly. Shaking you go grab his hand to push it away but he holds steady, your voice pitching uncontrollably higher that you worry your family below can hear you. Marko shows no remorse nor any signs of stopping, not that you’d want him too.

Moving the wand around to find the best reaction you can give and once he finds your clit you give him quite a show. Half leaning on his chest your back arches as you moan. One hand on the pillows below you and the other taken captive by Marko’s other hand. Which he holds up to his mouth to kiss. A sweet gentlemanly action as he rubs the sex toy directly over your clit.

You still listen disconnectedly to your family downstairs as they talk on the phone, but that worry only heightens your high. With a final desperate gasp you cum in your pyjamas. The lights in the house flicker from the voltage your vibrator requires.

Basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you listen to the sounds downstairs, your family have since finished the police report and dispersed to who knows where.

Fiddling with your clothes while you were distracted, Marko pressed the wand onto your bare skin. Looking at him quickly, you start to melt into his embrace once again.

[dwaynedelight]

Here is a Lost Boys movie poster edit I made🖤🦇 I always saw this artwork and thought of TLB but I never knew it was one of the many concept designs for TLB posters.

[sweetobservationgardener]

David Headcannons

(because I say so)

David steals clothes for you and always wants to give you pretty things.

He loves watching you dance, whether it's you dancing in a room by yourself or you dancing in front of others.

He doesn't get horribly jealous if others hit on you, but if someone tries to touch you... he's out for blood.

He's not huge on physical touch, but if you want or need him to hold you, he will.

If you leave the cave by yourself, most likely Michael and/or Star are keeping an eye out for you.

Listen to him talk. He loves telling you stories and wants to spend quality time with you.

David loves it if you're friendly with the boys and Star. That's his family, and he wants you all to get along.

I hope you all enjoyed this. I'm sorry if it's short. I'm gonna try to write more headcannons and stories.

[kurt-nightcrawler]

Baby Blonde

Paul x Reader

Summary: Paul is a sensitive guy

Warnings: tiny bit of angst, mentions of periods and related period things, implied smut but no actual smut

Word Count: 1.5k

Paul wasn’t one to cry. He was cool. He was sexy. And he spent too much time trying to be goofy or space out to cry. 

Or that’s at least what everyone thought. 

He was a good, sweet, and somewhat clingy boyfriend. Always wanting a hand on you– a hand in your back pocket or in your hand were the most common– getting you food whenever you wanted it and making sure you were never sad. He was a giant golden ball of sunshine, who killed people and was great with his tongue.

However, Paul was a sensitive little bitch. Deep, deep, deep down. How he got you more stuffed animals than Laddie or gave you posters when they came with his vinyls instead of plastering them all over the cave walls. Or when he got high and ate Marko’s butter statue in the fridge– he felt bad for months– and when he accidentally scratched David’s The Cure album with his claws. The guilt was mostly cause David chewed him out, but that was beside the point.

What could he say? Paul was a man with many layers. But sometimes those layers were so deep they did not mean to see the surface.

–

You were lying down on the old couch in the cave, trying to snuggle under one of the numerous blankets the boys had accumulated over the years. Groaning in discomfort, you turned to the other side, trying to ease your pain. 

Water bottles, snacks, and any kind of painkiller imaginable were scattered on the floor around you. 

Your period was three days early. Not like it was ever consistent, but it was still miserable. You were burning up, sore all over, covered in three new zits, and anytime you went to the bathroom it looked like a murder scene afterward. You hated it. And while your blood-sucking boyfriend loved it, he tried to sympathize best he could– to treat you like a little baby bird and not like a meal.

But sometimes, sometimes, his blood lust got the better of him. 

–

Paul strutted down into the cave, totally not paying attention to his surroundings, until he saw a big lump of blankets on the couch. 

“Baby?” he called out.

You grunted in response.

“You okay?” Paul asked, momentarily clueless as to what was going on with you. 

And then it hit him. 

Your period. 

His gaze got slightly hazy, and he immediately pounced onto the couch, wanting to pepper you in kisses, feed you chocolate, and eat you out until you passed out in a blissful slumber.

“Baby I want–”

“Grrrrr…” You shoved him off the couch and curled up into a tighter fetal position than you were already in. “Don’t touch me… not now…” You whined. You were hit with cramps soon as Paul entered the cave, and your pain meds were proving to be useless.

“Oh…” Paul’s cold dead heart was resuscitated momentarily by seeing you, only to be stomped on and shattered by your harsh rejection, bringing it back to death. 

“Okay… If you need anything I’ll be in my room…” 

Paul walked away into the depths of the cave slowly. Any pep in his step or excitement was sucked out of him. He just wanted to help! Make you feel better– maybe give you a massage, or help cool you down by holding you in his arms while he buried his face into your neck. 

Paul knew you were the one. He didn’t miss the daytime because he had you, the sun to his moon– bright and cheerful to compliment his bright and cheerful. Except where he was cold and dead, you were warm and alive. He loved showering with you, sniffing all your fancy soaps, and asking if he could take a bite. He tried to pull a romcom classic and cook for you, which almost burnt your kitchen down… But his big, sad, blue puppy dog eyes got the best of you. He could never thank you enough when you did daytime-esk errands for him, like buying him snacks from stores that closed before sundown or letting him do laundry at your place. Or standing your ground and helping him get some touchy valley girl off his back. 

But Paul was still Paul, and he had trouble with being told no by someone other than the boys. He also worried you would eventually get sick of him. Sick of his loud voice, and weed-ridden musk. Sick of how he was sometimes really forgetful, or too spaced out and lost focus easily. He was scared you wouldn’t find him sexy or funny and see he didn’t really have much else going for himself. He had been working on it, trying to be more confident deep down and not cry like a baby when you didn’t want to hang out 24/7, but sometimes it slipped his mind that humans needed personal space and alone time. 

You mumbled a groan as you slightly shifted under the covers, attempting to fall asleep. 

 —

You had awoken, after sleeping for what felt like an eternity. You were sweaty, groggy, and had no sense of what time it was. 

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty,” someone teased. 

You groaned and shifted from your spot on the couch, rubbing your eyes as you stared at the person who woke you. 

“Marko, hey. How long was I asleep?”

“Too long, according to Paul.” 

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “He would say that. Where is he anyways? Is he getting food?” 

“…”

“Marko…”

Marko bit his thumb and avoided your gaze as he picked up the trash surrounding the couch. 

“Marko...”

“He got really upset after you told him to fuck off.”

“What? When did I do that?” 

“Um, he said when he came home,” Marko shook a pill bottle, seeing if it was empty. “You were curled up into a ball on the couch and then you pushed him away and told him to leave you alone.” 

Your boyfriend was such a drama queen. “I’m on my period.”

“Yeah, I know.” 

“Yeah, well,” You and Marko walked into the kitchen area, trash, snacks, and medicines in hand. “My painkillers didn’t kick in on time. I thought I was dying for a hot second. I didn’t want Paul making it worse.”

Marko smiled, closing the chip bag, “He probably would have taken a bite out of you if you let him.”

You rolled your eyes, “Maybe later.”

One of the pigeons flew towards you both. Staring Marko in the eyes. 

“No, I’m not giving you potato chips,” he jokingly scolded his pet. “No, these aren’t for you.”

“I’m gonna see what he’s up to.” 

“Okay.” 

Marko was still focused on his pigeon. “Yeah, she’s gonna see Paul. She’s gonna see Paulie. You know what they’re gonna do Jasper—“

“Shut up,” You scoffed. 

—

You knocked on the “door”— an old surfboard covering the hole in the wall to his little stoner rock cave— of Paul’s room.

“Paul…” 

You heard a sniffle from the other side, but nothing else. 

“Paul, I know you’re in there…” another moment of silence. 

“Or is it Laddie?” You joked. 

“It’s me,” Paul quietly replied. 

“Can I come in, baby?” 

“Sure.”

You pushed the door to the side and stepped inside his room. “Hi, baby.”

He was laying under several blankets in the nest you’d both made together, only his head and lion's mane worth of hair sticking out.

  “Hello…” All the usual fun and excitement was sucked out of his voice, leaving it hollow and empty. 

“Oh no, I don’t like hello. What’s going on?”

“You… You wouldn’t cuddle with me…”

You slowly sat down next to him, pushing aside a few mixtapes and some dirty clothes, “Baby… baby you know I’m on my period.”

“Yeah, you smell nice— like nicer than usual. And I just, I love you so much—

“I know—“

“And I wanna cuddle”

“—I know—“

“—and eat you out so hard you see stars.”

“My meds just didn’t kick in.”

“Yeah, you were mean.” Paul sniffled. “I didn’t like it.” 

“Oh baby come here,” You joined him under the covers, attempting to scoop him into your arms. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” It was not fine. 

“Paul… you don’t have to lie to me.”

He shifted his head onto your shoulder, “You just… you scared me.” 

You gently scratched his head. “I didn’t mean to, I just needed to be alone.”

“I’m worried I messed up and you don’t wanna be with me anymore… I’ve messed up a lot and I tend to pretend I don’t care if I fuck up, but I do.”

“I’m not going anywhere, you know that. Even if I tried, David would Professor X my memory.” 

Paul laughed a little. 

“I just didn’t want you pouncing on me like an animal–”

“–But I am an animal.”

You frowned, “Not the point here.”

“Right, sorry.”

“It’s okay. Are we good?” 

“Yeah… Just… just don’t– if you– uh, if you need some space don’t act like me when I need blood and I wig out, okay?”

“Will do.”

Paul sat up a little, so he could snuggle into you.“Mmmm… Thank you.”

“Of course baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

[consuming-karma]

OLDER.

buwan’s notes: I need to be put under watch, I have been sobbing relentlessly to Older by 5SOS, I’ve missed a bunch of music from their band and I’m really honestly mad 😭. This fic is definitely inspired by mentioned song, this fic has all of my favourite lyrics from the song scattered around its paragraphs. Please do enjoy <3.

episode summary: Dwayne didn’t want to leave his human life without you, and he most definitely doesn’t want to leave his vampire life without you either.

content warnings: BEING FUCKING SAD. This whole mini-fic is literally just Dwayne being in love with you.

tags: @britany1997 @desoolate .

[dwayne x fem!reader.]

“I don’t want to be immortal.” Dwayne mumbled, looking at the midnight sky. You hummed, “you’re still thinking about their offer?” Dwayne could feel your hands run themselves through his dark locks. “I don’t wanna leave you..” his gaze switched to you, looking down at him with an undeserving loving stare.

“You don’t have to, I’ll be with you.” You replied, continuing to stare into Dwayne’s brown irises, admiring the love of your life.

“You’d..give up your humanity? For me? Do you really wanna do that, love?” He slowly sat up, your eyes following his movements, Dwayne’s question made you think for a few seconds, you’d get to leave everyone else behind, it’ll be you and Dwayne, for a long, long while.

“If forever is something you see us having, why not?” You pulled the man to your lips, giving him a reassurance he didn’t know he needed. “You’ll have to kill, and feed on others, that doesn’t scare you?” Dwayne mumbled into your lips, holding your wrists which held his face in a warmth, memorizing how much he loved feeling you.

“what more do you want to ask for other than yes, Dwayne?” You laughed. “I just want you to be sure, I’ll be the only thing you’ll have, and you’ll be mine.” You shook your head at his reasoning. “I’m sure, I don’t want to be older, at least, not without you.”

“Hi, love.” Dwayne greeted, rubbing his eyes of sleep. You were huddled by the fountain, safely watching the sun turn in for the night.

“Hi.” You replied curtly. You felt your boyfriend’s presence beside you. “What’re you thinking about?” His arm snaked its way onto your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. “I just missed the sun is all..” Dwayne could almost laugh at your excuse, you were never one to lose sleep over something small, especially the ball of heat in the sky.

A small silence befalls the both of you, a cool air replaces the hot sun, signalling that the moon was to show, and it would be safe to traverse the earth.

“We’d be really old by now, you know that?” You broke the silence, looking over to Dwayne, who seemed busy looking over your features, how your smile was so soothing to him, he didn’t need to stare at the sun to be reminded of its warmth when he had you.

Dwayne moved up to your eyes, the way your eyelashes would cover your wonderful irises, the way they’d kiss your cheeks for every time you blinked. One thing vampirism couldn’t take away from him was his admiration for you. His dear, devoted delicate.

“Good thing we became vampires then, I don’t think I’d like you all saggy and crinkly.” Dwayne joked, squeezing your shoulder in a light-hearted way. “That’s mean!” You pushed him away, your nose scrunching up from his dumb joke.

“You know you’d be crinkly too,” you snickered, joining along. “I’m so happy I met you all those years ago.” Dwayne expressed, his laugh dying down.

“The boys will wanna go down into the town soon.” Dwayne reminded, taking his arm off of your shoulders to rest his hand on top of yours, on the cold stone of the cave.

“You’re right, I should go get Laddie ready then, no?” You tilted your head off into the direction of the kid’s small alcove. Dwayne watched as you stood up, getting ready to walk off.

His rough hands stopped you, making you almost stumble at the tug. “I love you. So much. I hope you never leave me.” Dwayne confessed, your heart felt like it was going to beat again, hearing those words come out of your dark-haired boyfriend.

“The time you leave me, I’ll forever be bleeding love.” You pulled Dwayne up, making him stand with you, you loved these moments, the most vulnerable, the ones where Dwayne was still human, in your eyes.

As a vampire, you slowly start to lose your humanity the longer you live on. To you, it always seemed like Dwayne would never experience that, he still loves with all of his heart, even if he doesn’t show it.

You’re glad that one thing didn’t go away.

“Well, let’s hope the world spins a little slower then, I want all the time we can get.” Your hands caressed the dark-haired man’s jaw. Your eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes before you leaned in, your lips meeting his once again.

“They murdered him— they fuckin’—“ Dwayne punched the wall of the cave, the thud echoing against the caves, “they took Laddie too..” you sighed, it was the night everything went wrong, when the Emersons decided to ruin their lives.

It was the three of them, you, him, Laddie. Dwayne had everything he wanted. A band of the loyalest friends you could get, the immortality, the love of his life.

“We’re gonna take our revenge, I’ll rip their heads off their fucking bodies for ruining us.” Dwayne growled, his vampire features showing through his human one. You didn’t know whether or not to be as angry.

You weren’t alive, you remembered, your heart didn’t beat, but it still felt like it did, Marko was a friend to all of you, a brother even. Even though the boys had an evil reputation to upheld, Marko promised he’d show you how to sew after you’d drunkenly rambled about your dreams of marrying Dwayne.

You remembered what Marko told you that one sunrise, all before you went to sleep. “Your guys’ love is tailor-made. One with no tragedy at the end.”

He wanted to help you make your wedding dress. You mourned the death of your curly-headed brother, you weeped and wailed as you watched his body fall off the rails, onto the cursed frog brothers.

You couldn’t reply to Dwayne, only stopping him when he tried to leave your side to band with his mourning brothers for revenge.

“I don’t want to lose you.” You whimpered, your eyes pleaded for him to stay, that’s why he didn’t look at you. “I don’t want to lose another tonight.” Your sentence left you with a whisper, holding Dwayne’s ring-clad hand tighter.

Dwayne stayed quiet, his head fighting a battle with his feelings, your desperation made him want to stay, to comfort you, to show that he knew he wasn’t the only one hurting.

In the end, his brothers needed him, and for once he chose something over you. “I’m sorry love, my brothers, our brothers, they need me. I have to go with them.” Dwayne whispered back, his hand travelled to your cheek, his thumb wiping away a rare tear.

“You promised you’d stay with me, our forever, remember?” You were always good at backtalk, he knew he promised that he’d be here for you, like all those years ago when he told you that he was going to be the only person you know, and you, him.

“I can’t.. Marko didn’t deserve that, you know as well as I do—“ Dwayne stopped you from continuing your complaints, fearing he wouldn’t be able to take revenge, and he’d know he’d lose his brothers’ trust and he didn’t want to lose another thing in the same night either.

“How will I know you’ll return to me? What if, you leave me alone?” You spat, your eyes starting to water, you were a sensitive vampire, feeling instead of feasting.

“I will return to you. When have I ever not?” Dwayne didn’t want to think about the weight of his words, only the fact that this was an unwritten promise to survive his battle with the Emersons to return back to your side.

This was the moment you knew you couldn’t stop Dwayne. As much as it hurt you to let go of his palm, you gently pulled his hand away from your cheek, a silent look in your eyes told him to stay safe, and to come back to you.

Dwayne didn’t say anything else, walking off to join his brothers’ on their path to revenge.

“You’re a huge liar, you know that?” You mumbled, holding a ripped piece of leather in your hands, the tips of your fingers remembering every texture it could feel of the fabric.

You were alone, the huge cave was yours, bitterly so. They didn’t return, none of them, not David, not Paul, especially not Dwayne, your Dwayne.

You knew they had gotten themselves killed, it took a while to realize that Dwayne probably knew he wouldn’t return to you either. His words were an empty promise, so that you would feel at ease.

And you hate that it did ease you, for a while anyway.

Star was the one that confirmed that your lover left you. She picked up the scraps, the remains of what she could of your boyfriend, returning it to you with a guilty pain.

Star never resented you, she was..somewhat happy you didn’t come with the boys. When Star was first initiated, you were there to help her get past the scary realization that she was going to be immortal and alone.

Star remembered how you held her with the warmth of the sunlight, she asked herself how you could be so kind, being a monster of the night. You merely joined your lover to the end, and it was painfully clear that you hadn’t had a mission in mind, other than seeing Dwayne through it all, forever.

So, in a poor attempt to give her thanks, and her apology, she returned what she could of Dwayne to you. Hugging you only when you seemed to lose every strength in your legs as your hands cradled the pieces of Dwayne’s favourite jacket.

“What happened?” You whispered, your tears forever flowing from your eyes, “his jacket’s all ruined?— this was his favourite, how— I—“ your lips couldn’t form a sentence when your mind had dawned on the fact that Dwayne was dead and that your forever had ended.

Star only hugged you tightly as you screamed and weeped into her chest. She wished she could’ve done more.

You looked around the empty cave, only memories remained inside, the fountain, the little trinkets Paul collected, the books Dwayne accumulated, the fabrics Marko had stolen, the cigarette butts David threw away. You wish you could say everything was here but it wasn’t, the boys weren’t here.

You had long packed your stuff, a duffel bag full of clothes you could bring, all from various piles of whatever you could find from the boys, mostly Dwayne’s and clothing you’ve bought.

There was nothing left in the cave for you, the one reason to stay wasn’t there anymore. You gathered the last of your things as Star waited outside, waiting to help you travel through the night to wherever you wanted to go.

You knew you should hate Star, for sealing the boys’ fate, when she had snitched to the Emersons of their vampirism. There wasn’t much options though, you had to stop your pity party, you had to leave, and only Star knew how to help you. You were the only vampire in Santa Carla now, and she knew.

You gave yourself one last tour of the cave, peeking into the personal alcoves the boys had given themselves, reminiscing, getting ready to let go. They weren’t human, but they made the cave feel like home, it made you think that maybe they didn’t lose their humanity after all.

Finally, you stopped at your shared alcove with Dwayne, the ground littered with books he read with you, the wilted flowers he stole off of a couple for you, the candle lit bed was unmade, from the last time it was used. You didn’t have the heart to fix anything up.

It felt like if you fixed it up, you’d finally be erasing the fact that the boys were ever here, and how could you do that to Dwayne?

One last sweep of the room, your hand gently swiped the bed on the cave floor, before reluctantly pulling away. “You ready?” You jumped at the sudden voice, seeing Star at the entrance of the cave, looking at you.

Her hands fiddled with themselves, obviously uncomfortable being back at the cave. You nodded, holding your duffel bag tight to your figure before walking off with Star, every step felt dreadful, getting closer and closer to beyond forever and leaving everything you know behind.

Although, something makes you feel like Dwayne would be glad, that you’re not moping, that you’re not angry he hadn’t fulfilled his promise of forever, his dear beloved delicate.

I don't wanna get older,

Without your head on my shoulder.

On the day that you leave me,

I'll forever be bleeding, love.

As forever comes closer,

Hope the world will spin slower,

I don't wanna get older.

- older, 5 seconds of summer, ft. sierra deaton.

[sarahohxoxo]

It's September 1st, HAPPY HALLOWEEN 😍

Found this gem on Facebook but can't find the artist 😭

[walmart-icarus]

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*

[britany1997]

Hot Vampires In Your Area

Hope y’all enjoy the long awaited third and final part to Vampires Everywhere, sorry it took me so long lol

Vampires Everywhere, Hot Vampires In Your Area

Reblog & comment to support my writing💕

Poly! Lost boys x GN Vampire Reader

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, readers sex not mentioned, riding, biting, mentions of anal sex, slight daddy kink (Dwayne is daddy always), riding, voyeurism, blow job, some aftercare

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

The boys clamored down into their cave with you in tow. The bike ride home had reinvigorated your spirits, and you were already attached to Marko’s lips, kissing him passionately.

He moaned into your mouth as you bit his lip and pulled. They liked to play rough, but so did you.

He growled, pushing you up against the cave wall and pressing sloppy kisses down your jaw and the skin of your neck. You leaned your head back against the wall and smiled blissfully as your hands found their place in his hair.

You pulled him from your neck, tilting his face till his eyes were locked on your own. You stared into his intimately, taking in the sight of his blown pupils and elongated fangs.

If that wasn’t enough proof of his arousal, the pressing against your thigh certainly was. You smirked, before reattaching your lips to his.

They way they wanted you was intoxicating. They permeated through your thoughts, and clouded your mind with visions of them and the pleasure they gave you. You’d never felt so desirable.

“Ahem.”

The sound of a throat being cleared pulled you from your daze as both your head and Marko’s snapped to an impatient Paul, his arms crossed and his pants embarrassingly tight. He was tapping his foot with his eyebrow raised.

You shouldn’t have, but the sight prompted a soft laugh to fall from your lips. The blond boy’s desperation for you did terrible things for your ego.

Paul pouted in reply, a red tinge springing to his cheeks.

Marko rolled his eyes as you traded his arms for Paul’s. “Didn’t mean it like that Paulie,” you assured as you kissed him softly and stroked his cheeks.

“Thought you forgot about me baby,” his pout deepened as his hands snaked around to the small of your back, pulling you into his chest,

David and Dwayne looked on in amusement as Paul dialed up his dramatics.

“Dontcha want me baby?” he gave you his best puppy dog eyes, “I want you, I need you baby. please?”

You stared into his watery baby blues, god he was pretty, “but I promised David Paulie, what about him?”

David snorted from his place on the couch, prompting your gaze to shift to his. He smirked, “let me watch Paulie wreck you babe, then, when you’re all whimpery and shaky…” he chuckled to himself at the lustful expression you wore, “then I’ll give you the best night of your eternal life.” He winked.

God he was smug. You loved it.

“Make a mess Paulie,” David teased.

The wind was knocked out of you as the excited blond vampire wrapped his hands around your legs and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you in the direction is his bedroom, the other boys hot on his heels.

Paul set you down on the bed and rid himself of his clothes frantically. You probably would have chuckled to yourself at his excitement, if you hadn’t been hypothesized by the sight of his pretty cock.

You bit your lip and looked up, only to be met with his smirking face. He pulled you into his lap and kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue into your mouth and exploring you.

As Paul began to kiss down your chest, you scanned the room, moaning softly at the sight of the other boys.

While David sat in Paul’s ratty bean bag, stroking himself, Marko and Dwayne were much less patient.

The picture of Marko pressed against the wall of the cave while Dwayne slid in and out of him, combined with Paul’s teeth sucking mark after mark into your skin forced a low moan from your throat.

Paul squeezed your thigh roughly. You gasped and your head turned towards him. “Eyes on me baby,” he growled as he pushed into you slowly.

You threw your head back in ecstasy at the stretch of him. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders as he held you in his lap.

Paul caged his arms around you pressing you against his chest as he thrust up into you roughly, pulling moans and gasps from your lips.

His fangs began to elongate as his eyes flashed yellow. “Wanted to keep you ya know?” he growled. “The boys were sooo hungry, but I wanted ya, from the moment I saw you in Max’s store I wanted to have you so bad. But I don’t make the choices round here, thought it was a damn waste too.”

You whimpered as you bounced in his lap.

“But now you’re mine baby, and I am gonna keep you.” He squeezed your hips roughly, making you gasp, “you’re ours.”

You moaned at his words as you felt yourself quickly approaching your orgasm.

He reached down to stroke you roughly. “Say it. Say you’re ours while you cum for me baby. Say you belong to us.”

“I’m yours! I’m all yours,” you screamed in pleasure as you came all over him,

He growled before leaning forward and sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he spilled into you. He pulled back, kissing and licking at the mark he’d placed on you. “Ours. All ours.”

You whimpered as you came down from your high and pondered his words. Your tough exterior had melted into a puddle in Paul’s arms. From that moment your hands met in Max’s video store, you were theirs. You just hadn’t known it then.

Paul laid you back on the bed and kissed you softly. “You ok?” he asked as he stroked your cheek. You nodded and smiled as you leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his lips.

He smiled as he returned your affections.

You were pulled from the sweet moment with Paul by the sound of Dwayne’s grunting as he continued to push into Marko. You bit your lip.

The cries and moans that fell from Marko’s lips confirmed that Dwayne hadn’t been lying when he’d told you that all the boys called him daddy.

Your cheeks flushed as David came to your side on the bed, cock in one hand as the other pulled you to his mouth by the back of your head. You whimpered into the kiss.

Paul kissed and bit at your shoulder on your other side, reaching down to part your thighs and stroke softly.

David pulled away to suck on your earlobe and your gaze shifted back to Marko and Dwayne.

Marko screamed daddy as Dwayne finished inside him. Marko pressed against the wall, and Dwayne pressed into him to the hilt. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. The boys to your side, the boys in front of you, it was almost too much.

David laughed to himself as his lips moved to the shell of your ear. “Does that turn you on babe? Dwayne’s a big boy isn’t he?” you whimpered, “do you wish that was you baby? Want to feel him again?” You fought back another moan.

David smirked, “but you already had him tonight didn’t you baby, don’t want to be greedy do you?”

You gasped, your head snapping to face his, “‘m not greedy,” you pouted.

He mock pouted in reply, “really? Well I am, get on your knees for me baby?”

You nodded before turning to give Paul one last kiss. You sat on your knees while David’s stroked himself in front of your face. He wasn’t as long as Paul, but he was thicker, and he had a vein that stretched all across the length of him. The sight made you salivate.

“You gonna be good for me babe? Don’t like brats.”

You smirked up at him, “liar,” you whispered.

He returned your smirk, “just be good,” he commanded as he pulled your face forward.

You wrapped your lips around his tip and swirled your tongue. You moaned as David moved your head forward, pressing more of him into your mouth.

“Such a dirty mouth for such a nice face baby, anyone else get to see you like this?”

You gently shook your head no, before you ran your tongue along his vein, prompting a low growl to fall from his mouth. You smiled with your mouth full, as he continued to move your head back and forth.

“Bein so good baby,” David praised, “just let me take what I want from you.”

You hollowed out your cheeks, totally content to let him use you.

When David’s movements became less and less frequent, and his breathing grew heavy, you leaned forward to take as much of him into your mouth as you could. You could feel him grazing the back of your throat, causing a muffled moan to spring from your lips.

Your attentions pushed him over the edge, but before he could come down your throat, he pulled out to paint your face.

Your hand came up to wipe cum from your nose. “Good aim,” you joked.

He laughed, “don’t worry baby, we’ll clean you up real nice. Dwayne,” he ordered, snapping for him.

He turned back to you, “have a good night?” David asked, eyebrow raised.

“Best yet,” you admitted.

He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss, you moaned into his mouth as you realized he could taste himself on your lips.

When you pulled away from David, Dwayne sat beside you with a wet washcloth, wiping your face and pulling you into his lap.

You blushed, “Dwayne, thank you…I’m uh,” you contemplated how to phrase your next words.

Thankfully you didn’t need to say anything at all. “I know baby,” he assured you, “night’s nearly over anyway, but we’ll have plenty more together yeah?” He asked as he held you in his lap.

You smiled as the four of them looked at you expectantly, “yeah,” you promised as you nodded off, pressed against Dwayne’s chest.

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Fem!Y/n (specifically with boobs bc I can't stop thinking about this)

Y/n: So... Like... When I turn and I sleep with you guys upside down....

David: Yeah?

Y/n: Won't my boobs just be on full display because gravity? My shirt would just *motions shirt riding up*

Paul: *grinning and imagining their boobs all on display* What's wrong with that?

Y/n: *throws magazine at Paul*

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Baby Come Back 🥀

Dwayne/Female!Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Summary: After a year and a half of being Dwayne's brainless little doll, he finally realizes how much he misses the old you. It's not going to be easy going back to normal though.

This is a sequel to @ghoulgeousimmaculate's story T.L.C. (which I recommend you read before this!!). It has references to her stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987. This takes place before my other fic F is for Fight.

WARNINGS: N.s.f.w./Smut/18+ Readers Only, References to other fic, Infantilization/Dumbification, OCs, Character based off an OC, Mind Control, Vampire Powers, Hypnosis, Panic Attacks, Paralysis, Yelling, Fighting, Needles/Injections, Medicine, Physical Therapy, Memory Issues, Fear, Anger, Trauma, Submission, Making up, Stockholm Syndrome/PTSD, Dark Fic

No matter what, Dwayne would never regret the actions he took with you. From the moment he laid eyes on you and watched you struggle with your shopping bags, he knew he had to take care of you. After all, you were just so sweet and helpless in his eyes. Never had he ever wanted a human so badly.

So, he took you in and spoiled you rotten. You never had to lift a finger or let your feet touch the ground. Every moment you spent together was pure bliss, and he wanted to keep his girl as happy and healthy as possible.  

That's why he didn't feel any guilt for taking your mind away.  

You had threatened to leave, and he wasn't going to have that happen. All the knowledge, thoughts, and intellect were tucked away safely in his brain while yours was left empty and dumb. He even used his power on your cerebellum, taking away your ability to walk properly. You would be far too shaky and off balance to move on your own, meaning you would have to rely on him to get around.  

Dwayne was in absolute heaven. Every evening his baby greeted him with an adorable smile, holding her arms out for a big hug before he helped her start the day. You looked so beautiful in your flowing dresses and soft sweaters. Even if you never walked, he always helped slip on pretty knee socks and dainty flats. Your hair was always shiny and styled perfectly. The only makeup he put on you was some kind of candy-flavored lip gloss. You were true to your nickname, becoming a pretty little babydoll.  

Naturally, he wanted to show off his beautiful darling to the world. Whenever you needed a night out, Dwayne was happy to push you in a wheelchair along the wooden planks of the boardwalk. Poor dear, you couldn't get around without it, but you didn't care. You would simply giggle and fawn over Dwayne, constantly squealing about how happy you were.  

If the two of you ever went somewhere to eat, the locals knew to mind their own business. They wouldn't dare watch as Dwayne cut up your food and cooed at you to open your mouth for him. If someone was caught staring with a look of judgment, Dwayne would send his brothers their way for their dinner.  

The two of you were perfectly happy, and for over a year, things stayed that way. But then reminiscences of your old self began to trickle back into your lives.  

Dwayne bought you ice cream from a shop downtown. While he went back inside for extra napkins, you had been doing some people-watching outside. Your pretty eyes wandered over to a couple that was walking down the steps of a very familiar building.  

The old museum you used to work at. Before your mind had been altered, you had loved working there. Your knowledge of artists and their works was quite impressive, and your colleagues all respected you. Now, you could barely label a color wheel correctly.  

Your smile fell as you watched the couple laugh happily, both of them having just enjoyed a date night. Something within you felt sad taking such an image in. The memories were gone, but there was a tug at your heart. A reminder that you were missing something important.  

Dwayne could see the look of heartache on his mate's face as he kneeled in front of you.  

"What's the matter, lovey?"  

The sound of his voice was enough to snap you out of your spell. With a shake of your head, you flashed a smile his way.  

"Daddy, ice cream, please!"  

Though Dwayne was delighted to spoon-feed you the frozen treat, he didn't let that moment escape his mind. He found himself pondering over what had caused you to zone out like that. It didn't take long for him to take notice of the museum too.  

Days passed by, and the handsome vampire couldn't stop thinking about his babydoll. You were always on his mind, but this time was different. He now found himself thinking back to the woman you were long ago. The one he had fallen in love with when you still had control of your mind and body.  

Seeing the outside of the museum made him think back to all the facts you used to tell him about art. How the two of you would wander the halls as you went on and on about each story behind the variety of paintings.  

"So, this was the first version of 'Susanna and the Elders' that Artemisia Gentileschi painted. Unlike other versions made during the time, Artemisia actually depicted the gravity and fear of the biblical tale. An x-ray was done on it a few decades ago and revealed a much more anguished and enraged version of Susanna. It's one of her most powerful paintings." 

"I never knew how serious this painting was, babydoll. You're so brilliant." 

Dwayne hadn't enjoyed a deep conversation with you in ages. Even with his need to take care of his baby, he was starting to miss your adult side. The intelligent, creative, and fascinating woman you had once been. Dwayne missed the late nights drinking wine and sharing flirtatious banter with you. Going on dates that ended with incredibly passionate sex. Listening to you talk about all the ideas and dreams you had.  

He missed the real you. It was time to bring your true self back.  

It was going to be the hardest thing Dwayne would ever have to do. He still held no regrets for taking away your precious mind all that time ago. He would do it again in a heartbeat if you ever hinted at leaving the family. The real struggle would be dealing with your reaction when he restored your brain. It wasn't going to be pretty. He would most certainly need backup.  

"You're really doing this, huh? After all this time you're finally seeing how extreme this was?"  

Sis was walking side-by-side with Dwayne as they made their way down the cave halls. While Dwayne had been happy to infantilize his mate, Sis had continued to treat her sister with the respect she deserved as an adult. Whenever the dark-haired man was out with his brothers or caring for the kids, Sis took over making sure you were fed, clean, dressed, and cared for.  

It was like she was a personal nurse to you. She just felt terrible seeing the lovesick dummy her sister had been transformed into. The least she could do was treat you with dignity.  

"I love her so much. I don't want to stop taking care of her, but I miss the woman I fell in love with." 

Sis shot Dwayne a glare, silently telling him to try that sentence again.  

"I mean the other woman I fell in love with, of course, baby," Dwayne said, giving her hand a loving squeeze. "Did you bring the stuff I asked for?"  

The vampire queen nodded, giving her jacket pocket a small tap. She had a special tool prepared at his request if things got out of hand and the younger vampire girl needed to be calmed down.  

"Alright, let's do this." 

Both of them stepped into the nest you had for yourself. What was once a room filled with sketches, paintings, and various books on art history, was now a room fit for a princess. The walls were decorated with cute posters of cartoon characters. A lilac canopy curtain was draped over a bed covered entirely with soft blankets and cute pillows. There were dozens and dozens of stuffed animals that Dwayne and the boys had gifted you over the months. It was all the perfect space for someone with a childlike mind. 

You were feeling peaceful, all nice and cozy in your room. Dwayne and Sis found you perched on your bed, all snug in a soft, baby blue pair of pajamas with the latest addition to your teddy bear collection tucked under your arm. Whenever you were left alone, you would watch movies or shows on your tablet. All picked out by Dwayne, of course.  

Your attention shifted right to your caregivers once you noticed them. With a dreamy smile on your face, you reached out for Dwayne since he was closest.  

"Daddy! Missed you!" you said sweetly. Seeing you so cheerful made Dwayne's heartache. Soon you weren’t going to be very happy to see him.  

"Hey there, angel," Dwayne greeted you. He sat on the edge of the bed and gathered you close to him. You nuzzled against his scruffy cheek as he positioned you on his lap.  

He savored the last moment of affection before speaking up.  

"Babydoll. You know I love you, right? That I would do anything to take care of you and make you happy?" 

You didn't always understand longer sentences or big words. Being dumbed down made it harder to talk to you, so he tried to make things as simple as possible. All you understood at that moment was he loved you, so you just nodded eagerly.  

"Uh-huh!"  

"Then please know Daddy's very sorry for what he's about to do." 

There wasn't even a second for you to try and comprehend what he meant. Dwayne had your chin tilted upward so that your pretty eyes stayed on his as his color faded from chocolate brown to a sinister red. They swirled slowly, drawing you in as Dwayne took control of your mind.  

He let go of everything. All of the parts of your mind that he stole long ago came flooding back into your brain. The more information restored, the wider your eyes got. Tears were trickling down your cheeks as he used his power. By the time the last few memories settled in, your face was soaked from the silent crying.  

Dwayne's eyes faded back to brown. He watched you carefully, worried about just what you were going to say first. You were too quiet for his liking, no doubt in stunned silence.  

And then it happened. You freaked out.  

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME??"  

Sis and Dwayne were afraid this would happen. Any carefree feelings you had before were long gone, replaced in an instant with panic. A new batch of tears ran hot and fast down your cheeks. Your breathing became fast and ragged, soon leading to your hyperventilating.  

Dwayne hated seeing you like this. So scared and confused. He reached out a hand to comfort you, not knowing what else to do.  

"Baby-" 

You immediately slapped his hand away, striking his skin in disgust. The last thing you wanted was for him to touch you.  

"Get away from me, you monster!!"  

Adrenaline was pumping through your veins now. Your ears were buzzing and your blood pumping fast in your veins as your heart practically crashed into your ribcage.  

You pushed yourself out of bed, hoping to make a run for it. Instead, you found no support from your lower body. You hit the cave ground in a split second. That only amped up your terror.  

"M-My legs…I c-can't walk…I-I can't fucking walk!!!"  

It shouldn't have surprised you, given the fact that for the past year and a half, you had no balance or coordination in your legs. That meant you hadn't walked at all in that period of time. Your legs had since atrophied, and the realization was only making matters worse.  

Inhuman sobs and screams fell from your mouth as you helplessly lay on the floor. All the time you had spent without a proper mind was catching up to you. It was only making Dwayne more worried. 

You still didn't want to be touched by him. When he leaned down to help pull you back up, you threw a punch at him. The shock was clearly shown on his face as he held his cheek. You had never hit anyone before.  

"Sis-" 

"On it." 

There was no sign of you calming down anytime soon. Everything was happening so fast and suddenly, and they needed to settle you down so you wouldn't hurt yourself.  

Sis pulled the item she had brought out of her pocket. It was a syringe filled with a sedative. In a flash, she pulled off the safety cap, grabbed hold of your wrist, and stuck the needle into a vein. She held you firmly in place as the medicine worked its magic and finally got you to calm down.  

With your thrashing stopped and your eyes fluttering shut, she finally let go of you. Even with you successfully calmed down, she was still incredibly stressed.  

"Well, that went as well as I expected it to." 

"Look, I can help her get through this," Dwayne said. "She's a little scared now, but with some time, she'll come to her senses." 

Sis shot him a look of disbelief. It shouldn't have surprised her to see him so nonchalant about putting you through more stress. When he and the other boys had put her through her own "training", they did so without mercy. They only saw their shared goal in mind: getting their mates to love them forever.  

Still, it hurt her heart to know you were going to have to adapt to having your mind back. It would be like a coma patient waking up and having to cope with all the things they missed.  

"You better let me, and the girls be the ones to help her readjust. Until she's fully back to normal, she's only going to freak out when she sees you," Sis said to him. "You're gonna be in the doghouse for a while, Daddy." 

Dwayne could live with that. He was a patient man. No matter how long your recovery would take, he'd be waiting in the shadows for you to return to him. His baby would come back to him, one way or another.  

It wasn't a pretty recovery period. The first few days involved keeping you heavily sedated so you wouldn't have another freakout and accidentally hurt yourself. With the right amount of drugs, you were calm, but also conscious enough to talk. 

Your pack sisters were so relieved to see you back to the person you were before Dwayne took your mind. They all hugged you and brought plenty of flowers and gifts to welcome you back. You were so grateful for them, especially since they were eager to talk to you like an adult.  

However, you soon found that returning to normal wasn't as easy as you hoped it would be.  

A vampire's influence on one's mind tends to leave lasting effects if done for too long. The human brain can only handle so much before it gets damaged. Thankfully, being half-vampire had kept it from breaking to the point where you were a lifeless husk of your former self.  

But after being without your intellect for a year and a half, it still had left some damage. You talked about it with a doctor that Sis recommended. One that specialized in undead patients.  

"You'll experience quite a few memory issues," the doctor explained. "It's similar to what some humans experience with accidents. You'll remember long-term memories with no issue, but you'll most likely struggle with short-term-related matters. Things like following along in a book, keeping track of time, remembering things in your schedule, and so on." 

"But I'm only half-vampire," you explained. "When I fully turn and feed, won't it heal my brain?"  

The doctor sighed, feeling sympathy for this predicament you were in.  

"I'm sorry, but it doesn't work that way. Cuts and broken bones are one thing, but the brain is something far more complex. Whether you're human or vampire, there are just some things medicine can't heal."  

Sis squeezed your hand tightly. She completely understood what you were going through. Back years ago, she had suffered a concussion from the fall David set up. It never properly healed, even getting worse thanks to the torture the boys put her through. It ended up playing a role in her relapse when they used booze and drugs against her, and it was why she went into states of deranged mania.  

She had her fair share of bad days. It didn't help that she was married to the very men who damaged her in the first place. But it was different for you. This recovery was something you wouldn't have to go at alone. Your sisters would be in your corner. 

"And my legs?" you asked with a soft pout on your face.  

"Thankfully, that can be fixed. It would normally take a human six months to regain the ability to walk in such a situation, but in your case, the healing process will be cut in half in terms of time. We can get started with physical therapy sessions as soon as possible." 

Once the final details of your appointment were completed, the doctor escorted you and Sis out. While you were being pushed in your wheelchair now, you were already thinking about how hard you were going to work to get out of it.  

"Don't hurt yourself trying to rush this," Sis gently told you. You frowned to yourself as she helped get you into the passenger seat of the car. When she went to buckle your seatbelt, you snapped at her.  

"Stop it! I don't need any help!"  

Her brown eyes widened in surprise. It was still so surprising to see you act so snippy after being a cute little sweetheart for so long. When you realized what you did, you let out a sigh of frustration. You didn't like how you were behaving. 

"I'm so sorry, Sis," you said. "I just…I want to get my life back. I've already lost my mom and my job to what…he did to me. I can't lose control of my life entirely." 

She was understanding of that sentiment. It was a nightmare losing that control to the boys. If her sister wanted to put in the work to be her strong, independent self again, she would be by her side every step of the way. 

You smiled at her as the two of you prepared to leave. Tonight, you would get plenty of rest to prepare for the journey ahead of you. Even if the physical therapy and exercises would be agonizing, you were willing to take it on. Whatever was necessary to get back the independence you lost. 

Before Dwayne took your mind away, you had adored the way he cared for you. Anything you desired was granted, no matter what. But now you weren't going to let him do anything. 

Whenever you weren't in physical therapy pushing your body to its limit to walk again, you were by yourself, relearning how to take care of your needs. You were going to get your life back together.  

However, that was sooner said than done.  

Getting dressed was tricky, and you were clumsy whenever you tried to pull on shirts or zip up pants. You had thrown out all the dresses Dwayne gifted you, but after some time, you wish you hadn't.  

Going shopping was ten times harder. As you progressed from wheelchair to walker to cane and finally no mobility aid at all, you had to figure out how to get around the store with your devices each time. Even when you could move on your own, you found yourself getting confused and lost a lot. You accidentally forgot items on your list all the time and would occasionally forget to bring money with you, meaning the items had to be abandoned. 

You remembered how to cook but struggled with proper timing and following recipes because of how your mind worked. Whenever you were too tired to do that, you just ordered takeout. Even so, you found yourself fumbling a lot with cutting up your food. It was something so simple to others, but unfamiliar to you since Dwayne did it for ages.  

I don't need him, you thought to yourself. Whenever you struggled, you recited that mantra in your head.  

Dwayne hated this. He hated it with all his heart. After ages of caring for his beloved little doll, he was completely deprived of the chance to do anything for you.  

He respected you enough to stay out of your way, watching from the shadows the entire time you struggled. As much as he wanted to step in, he couldn't. Not when it wasn't the right time. He had to play the waiting game and let you come to him. If you were going to be his baby again, then he wanted it to be your own choice. 

So, he didn't feel bad about asking his brothers for help. 

"Don't worry, Dwayne," David assured him with a smirk. "We'll make sure she can't function without you." 

"Please do. It kills me seeing her struggle." 

Each one played a special role in this devious plan.  

Paul would use his ability to fly to hide all your stuff on high shelves so you couldn't see or reach it. Even being a half-vampire, you struggled with even levitating an inch off the ground.  

Marko would purposely mess with your sense of time passing, often changing the time on your watch or your phone when you weren't looking. It made you disoriented and confused.  

David was the worst. When you were asleep, he filled your head with nightmares of being broken and alone with nobody to help you. You were often whimpering in your sleep because of it. When he gave you a happy ending to your dreams, it was always about Dwayne swooping in and saving you. The more positive thoughts you had of him, the better.  

The more the boys pushed you, the more your strength broke down. You didn't like being independent as much as you thought you would. It was nothing but struggle and pain. 

You even found yourself missing Dwayne himself. The stuffed animals he gave you made you feel safe when you were in bed, but you longed for his strong arms to hold you. You missed the sweet nothings he'd whisper into your ear after you had a long day. And of course, your body ached to be pleasured by him again. You couldn't reach the spots deep within that he could.  

One day in particular, you were having a really tough time. You were trying to tie your shoes. Something completely simple that you wanted to do on your own before going for a walk as your doctor recommended.  

The laces were not working out properly, no matter which way you tried to tie them. With all the frustration and stress building up, you gave up, feeling a wave of tears build as you began to cry. It was just so embarrassing, and you didn't know what else to do.  

That was until a familiar voice spoke up. 

"Hey, baby."  

You snapped your head upward to see the handsome, brunet vampire standing above you. For the first time in months, there was no anger or disgust when you looked at him. The familiar sense of love for the man was slowly filling your heart again. 

Not wanting to let him know you were getting upset over something so small, you hurriedly wiped your eyes, brushing the tears away.  

Dwayne kneeled in front of you, watching you carefully with his chocolate-colored eyes. They were so warm and gentle. You forgot how much they made you melt.  

"Need a little help, love?" 

You didn't say a word but rather nodded as an answer. With your foot stuck out, Dwayne began to tie the shoe with ease. It made you feel like Cinderella, and Dwayne your Prince Charming.  

"There we go. All good now."  

As much as you didn't want to rely on him anymore, it was all you could think about. Part of you wondered if he was still messing with your mind. Yet in your heart, you knew he wasn't.  

You missed him. Even after everything he took from you, the love for Dwayne would never go away. 

A few days passed, and you were working up the courage to finally talk to him again. You had been struggling for the longest time to read your beloved books again. What once was so simple for you was now a challenge that took three times longer since you often lost your place or got confused with the plot.  

Dwayne knew you were having problems. He could hear all the frustration and confusion going on in your head. So, he sat on the couch in the main room of the cave, silently waiting for you to come crawling back to him.  

"Um….hi.." 

The dark-haired vampire had to fight back a smirk with all of his might. He kept the perfect poker face as you timidly walked up to him with your book in hand.  

"Hi, babygirl," he cooed. "Is something wrong?"  

Your cheeks warmed with a deep blush at the sound of that nickname. It felt a little too good to be called that again. Feeling extra shy now, you held out your book for him to see.  

"Will you…um…read to me? Please…Daddy?"  

Game. Set. Match. Dwayne had won. You were his helpless little girl again, and the best part was that you had chosen to do so willingly.  

"I would be delighted, babydoll," he purred, gesturing for you to sit by his side.  

You snuggled up to him, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around your body. It relaxed you to be in his arms again. With his gentle, baritone voice reading out your story aloud, you thought about how much you missed this. How right it felt.  

There was no way you'd ever fight Dwayne's love again. 

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[popironrye]

DavidxGN!Reader

David decides to stick around with the reader before your parents show up for dinner as a way to get back at you for blowing him off on your date night. He spends the rest of the night teasing you about it.

My first xreader fic!

Man this took forever, but I did say I was gonna write some lost boysxreader to get some motivation on my oc story so here you go! Who better start off than with David. <3

There's a joke about the reader and David having kids, but other than that, the gender of the reader is never specified.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Promptlist

I saw someone at the window.

I don't know how I got here.

No! You have to leave it in!

It looks worse than it is, I promise.

I'd call this meal prepping.

Why are you completely drenched?

I am freezing, can I borrow your coat?

Quiet, she has just fallen asleep!

Why are you reading at the boardwalk?

No, thanks, I have seen how you drive.

Do you remember what it was like before you changed?

I've got some extra space in my coffin, if you need a place to stay?

You think your sire is bad?

Are you alright?

Hurray for modern medicine, who would have thought that they'd experiment on vampires?

Time becomes meaningless after a while...

I did everything you asked, and still you talk to me as if I'm nothing!

Is he always like this?

No, I didn't mean to feed on your territory! I swear!

Please, I need your help.

Do you think we'd survive in space without a spacesuit?

I know, it's stupid, crying alone in the dark in a cemetery.

Don't forget to brush your fangs, Laddie!

We can't get out without help.

There's been an accident. They're in surgery now.

[dwaynedelight]

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