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DAVID:

david taking control of whats his..

he loves taking control..

he can’t stand being away from you too long..

DWAYNE:

cuddly sex is dwaynes favorite..

sometimes he can’t get possessive..

dwaynes always been a little big..

MARKO:

Adrenaline rushes with Marko..

face sitting might be one of his guilty pleasures..

he might be small but his strength..

PAUL:

paul looking up at you while he’s eating you out..

sometimes he has no limit..

he gets jealous over someone touching you, this is the aftermath..

lmk if i should make a part 2!

“never go to santa carla”

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sneak peek of my stranger things x the lost boys x my babysitter’s a vampire! au wip

synopsis : when reader comes back from her trip to santa carla, she’s acting off. she’s moody, constantly brushing off the group, hanging around shady looking people, and she looks terrible! (no she doesn’t 😽)

i’ve decided to make this reader the same as the “we’re going to summer camp bitches!” one ☺️

so you know what that means 😻😻😻

eddie x fem!reader , kind of david x fem! reader too 🫤 , (reader is canonically hot and everyone loves her i don’t make the rules 🙇🏾‍♀️)

future warnings : swearing , suggestive language , cursing , blood and gore , heavy flirting , the lost boys in general because yeah, david (is his own warning yes) , scary y/n , michael emerson and david being down bad (for two different people btw) , reader being hot , steve being hot , robin being hot , eddie being hot, nancy being hot , the lost boys being hot 🫤, look everyone’s just hot okay? and i can’t think of anymore rn 🤨

the whole sleeping during the day and coming out at night thing doesn’t exist here.

my sneak peek for “like a virgin” will be out soon too !

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hawkins, indiana | sunday, october 5, 1986 | 6:47 a.m.

you all stayed up the entire night watching movies, playing games and talking about what they did while you were gone, and how your trip was, although the last one wasn’t for too long as you insisted that you’ll tell them all about it later on.

the last person of the group fell asleep at about 2, which is when your house was finally consumed with silence. everyone was asleep peacefully, nancy stretched out on the love seat with jonathan on the floor next to it, argyle also on the floor, but he was layed out in front of the couch that dustin , mike , and will were all squeezed together on. erica, eleven, and max had went up to your room ages ago to go to sleep. you, robin , and lucas were all huddled on another couch together, where you were all previously playing a card game before falling asleep, while steve and eddie fell asleep on another couch.

now nancy was having a great sleep, a really great one, so to be woken up by robin shaking her so aggressively, that she thought her head would fall off of her neck, didn’t sit right with her.

“would you stop shaking me?!” nancy whisper-shouted.

“i’ll stop shaking you when you wake up! y/n’s arguing with someone outside. come listen.” robin whisper-shouted back at her.

“what?” nancy asked, as robin dragged her off of the love-seat, out of the living room, and brought her to the front door, where steve and eddie, were already huddled, with their ears against it.

“what are you guys-“ she was cut off by steve sharply shushing her, and pressing his ear back to the door.

“just listen, it’s so weird.” robin said, pressing hers to the door again.

nancy huddled over the three, and pressed her ear to the door as well, and lo and behold, you were heatedly talking to someone, but they couldn’t tell who.

“it sounds like a guy out there.” nancy whispered, furrowing her eyebrows. “maybe her brother’s back again?”

“nah we don’t think so, he sounds different, plus they would have started fighting already.” robin said flippantly.

“yeah, and boyfriend of the year over here, doesn’t want to go out there.” steve looked towards eddie.

“it sounds interesting! plus if we go out there they’ll stop.” eddie defended.

“isn’t that the point?” robin asked.

“i want to hear the drama- shh! they’re starting again.”

they all pressed even closer to the door, trying to decipher what you were saying, but only being able to make out some parts of it.

“-merson, i swear to god, why-…and how did you get here?!”

“are the rest of them here too?

“jeez! i thought we were friends y/n/n why the last na-“

suddenly a harsh thump against the door made the eavesdroppers jump back.

meanwhile outside the door -

“do not play with me right now michael, this isn’t funny.” you seethed, after grabbing him by the jacket and holding him against the door you just slammed him against.

back in the house -

“ ‘michael’ ? is she talking to mike?” eddie whispered, as they all looked at each other confusedly before a voice cut chimed in.

“is who talking to me?” mike said, from behind them, causing them all to jump at the intrusion. “what’s going on?” he whispered, eating some cereal, he stole from your kitchen.

“shhh!” they all hissed at him, before gluing themselves back to the door, with a now curious mike joining them.

meanwhile outside-

“i’m not joking!” the curly-haired man said defensively putting his hands up. “we’re not here to piss you off, we’re here to help you!”

“help me?” you scoffed, letting him go, before fake smiling. “i think i’ve gotten all the “help” i can from those guys! i mean what with giving me these-“ you said sarcastically, pointing at your newly sharper canines and nails before retracting them.

“wow, you’ve got a much better handle on those than i did at first. i’m proud..” he said impressed.

“i’m forever grateful.” you said sarcastically.

“it’s the whole feeding thing, you see. david said he doesn’t want you drinking off of randoms for your first time.” he explained meekly, as you just glared at him.

“listen i didn’t know they were gonna do that, okay?” he defended himself. “but i mean you didn’t even give ‘em a chance to do their whole little “show you the ropes” spiel before you took off! i’ve never seen anyone pack up and leave a state so quickly. which i’m honestly impressed by, if we’re being serious.” he added on incredulously, walking away from the door, and pacing back and forth on your porch.

He was right though. that night before you were supposed to be going back to hawkins, the group invited you to hang out at their “spot” in this cool cave they seemed to have claimed. you were all having a great time, waiting for michael to come back with the food, when one of your new friends, david, offered you some vintage-ish wine in this cool looking antique bottle he had.

You (unknowingly at the time) drank what was actually blood, causing them to have some sort of field day for some reason. once you saw what they really were though , before they had the chance to explain, once they were distracted, you booked it right out of there, back to your grandparents’ new house, telling your grandmother that you had to leave a night early for some “emergency” happening back in hawkins.

when the boys went over there the next morning asking for you, she told them that you had already began making your way back home, right after getting back the night before. unfortunately, david, (ever the charmer) was able to find out what “home” you were going back to, before deciding that the group was going to take a little road trip down to this “hawkins”.

“i mean who does that? when they did it to me, i at least stuck around for instructions or something! you just up and left!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up.

you shushed him harshly, before speaking. “keep your voice down! and people that aren’t psychopaths do that, michael!” you paused, trying to calm yourself down.

“you do not. understand the bullshit i have went through in the past couple years. i have to constantly be prepared and ready for anything. and this!” you gestured to the new additions to yourself. “is a bit of a distraction.”

“listen, like i said earlier, i’m sorry that they did this, okay! but i know exactly what you’re going through! hence why we came here.” he pleaded, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“i mean you saw how they acted back in santa carla, they were animals! you had somewhat of a reign on him though.” he explained, putting a slight emphasis on the word “him”.

“it’s the whole feeding thing, you see. david doesn’t want you drinking off of some random for your first time.” he quietly explained as you glared at him.

“i think i have enough books and vampire knowledge, to learn how to survive, if he thinks feeding’s the issue. so you can tell them that i’m fine and leave.” you sighed, brushing him off, before pausing and looking at him, suspiciously, noticing his tense stance.

“even though i’ve only known you for about a week, i can tell that you’re a good person, and i don’t want you to suffer okay?” he said sympathetically.

“you’re not telling me everything are you?” you asked, eerily calmly.

“i- i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“oh yeah? i’m just curious, you all came here together right?” you said realizing something.

“yeah so?…” he said meekly.

“so where are the others?” you asked, now afraid of his answer.

“oh, you know… just hanging out…” he said.

“hanging out where?” you said sternly.

“well..” he said before whispering something you couldn’t really understand.

“well what, michael? spill it!” you pleaded.

“well, when we first got here yesterday, david was still pissed about you just up and leaving without saying anything to him, and decided he didn’t want to see you yet so he went to go look around town! and well you know how the rest of them are! it’s always ‘monkey-see, monkey-do’ with ‘em! so after he left, paul decided that he wanted to go see how “hawkins girls” party so he split too.” putting air quotes around hawkins girls. “and then marko, dwayne, and i decided to look for you, but marko got side tracked and dipped off later on to find paul. and i accidentally lost dwayne at some point last night.“ he rambled before whispering to himself, “or maybe he just ditched me.”

“so, how did you find me?” you asked, trying to take in all of that information.

“oh, i just recognized your car in the driveway.” he said flippantly.

“why is it every time you’ve brought up the group, you always zero in on david?” you asked, out of nowhere.

“what do you mean?” he asked, acting like he wasn’t aware of it.

“‘david’s mad because i left without talking to him.’ not the group, him. ‘i had somewhat of a reign on him.’ ‘david, doesn’t want me feeding off of random’s.’ what’s that all about?” you asked crossing your arms.

“i don’t know okay! he’s just been acting so weird. ever since we met you, he’s been off the rails in a way that the other four don’t even recognize.and they’ve known him forever! he wasn’t even like this with star!” he said, incredulously.

“oh so, what? i hurt little david’s feelings and now he wants to be all possesive as if i fucked up his life!?

“look i know it’s bullshit okay? i mean it’s been almost a year since they did the same shit to me, and i still don’t completely get it.” he exclaimed, causing you to soften up a bit.

“alright. i guess i’m done yelling at you for now.” you said nonchalantly, walking back towards your door.

“wait, that’s it? what do we do now?” he asked, following you.

“i’m going back to sleep. we can look for the others later.” you explained tiredly.

“yeah, that’s definitely a side effect. how did you even make it all the way back here without conking out?”

“adrenaline, i guess. come on in, since i know you vamps are big on that shit.” you sighed sarcastically, opening the door.

well, trying to open the door, being that there was some kind of weight pressed against it. you heard a thud and a sharp “ouch” and a “retreat, she’s coming back!” before you were able to open it without issue.

you and michael were met with the faces of all 13 of your now awake friends, sitting in the foyer of your house, staring at you with wide eyes.

“so…” robin started, clearing her throat.

“do you have something to tell us y/n?” nancy, said cautiously, as everyone looked at you expectantly.

“what’s there for her to tell, she’s definitely a vamp! him too from what i’ve gathered.” argyle, chimed in nonchalantly, taking some of the cereal that mike was eating.

“never go to santa carla kiddos.” you sighed, walking passed them all and plopping down onto the couch closest to the door, and immediately falling asleep.

Hello my little stars! I’m Hayden! and here’s what I will and will not write!

This will be added too over time

Will write

• fluff

• character x male!reader

• character x gender neutral!reader

• suggestive stuff (making out, etc)

• hurt with comfort

• angst

• FtM

• sometimes MtF

I won’t write

• Smut (this could change in the future)

• topics like self harm and suicide as those are triggering topics for me

• racist or homophobic shit.

• abuse or things like that to humans or animals

• piss and shit kinks and others like that

• Murder in detail

• Female readers YALL have enough content (respectfully of course)

Fandoms I will write for

• the little vampier (the newish animated one)

• Undertale (Aus as well)

• Yuurivoice

• TWST

• TMNT (rise, bayvers, 2012)

• Danganronpa

• ATWOW

• Avatar

• Obey me! Shall we date

• Arcana

• Gravity falls (platonic only for dipper and mable)

• The Black phone

• The lost boys (1987 movie)

kickstart my heart.

REQUEST SUBMITTED BY @darklylucid

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

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

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓. | one-shot — requested.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. | 6.8K.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You belonged to him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That’s what this was about?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You would have to thank Marko later.

Thunderstorms by the ocean (The lost boys x reader)

So it's been a minute since I've written anything and my first time writing a reader insert but I've recently been inspired. I'd like to dedicate this to @auntvamp. You helped me get my grove back love 💘

Thick black clouds rolled into the skies of Santa Carla just as the sun began to set. The weather forecast called for at least a week of rain. Not that the town couldn't use it of course but it was still an inconvenience to some of the towns occupants. More specifically 4 vampires and their mate.

A loud clap of thunder is what woke them. Marko groaned. "You've got to be kidding me." "What a lovely way to wake up." David said sarcastically as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"It's a good thing we have those blood bags in the stash." Dwayne said as he got down from the rafters they slept on. He took a deep breath through his nose and a smile came on his face. "Y/n is here."

Before anyone could even comment on what he had said Paul and Marko flew into the main room of the cave where their beloved mate was. Y/n hums a soft tune as she sits some stuff down on one of the old armchairs.

Paul being of course Paul wrapped his arms around her waist when he landed on the ground. "Hey mama. We didn't expect to see you this early." Y/n giggled slightly. "I can always leave and come back if you'd like?"

"No! Sides its raining pretty bad out there now. So you ain't going no where." Marko smirks as he planted a kiss on her nose making her scrunch it up. "It's a bummer about the rain. But I brought some games and junk to keep us occupied." She said

A chuckle rumbled through Paul's chest. "I know what we could do to keep us occupied." He smirked as he grazed his fangs down her neck ever so slightly. A moan/gasp fell from her lips. "Paulie stop it." She whined trying to get away.

"What? The best love making is done when it's raining." He said innocently. Marko rolled his eyes. "Dude seriously?" He asked. Paul sticks his tongue out at his brother as a response.

"I have to agree with Paul on this one. Who knows what the night will bring." David said as he and Dwayne finally came into the room. Y/n managed to wiggle away from Paul and made her way to Dwayne.

The muscle of the group wrapped his arms around her protectively. "Nice to see you too princess." He smiled placing a few tiny kisses on her face. "Am I the only one here not getting in on the kissing?" David joked

"Here bro." Paul said walking over with his lips puckered. "I will knock your teeth down your throat if you even think about it." David warned with a fist already balled up. "OK ok geez. Talk about violent."

Y/n rolled her eyes at her mates. "So I'm guessing no cuddle pile then?" "Yes we can definitely do that. We just need to make sure Paul and David are on opposite sides." Dwayne said. "Deal!" She said as she went to her nest area to set up the bed.

She arranged the pillows on the bed so that everyone could more or less have their own. She knew they wouldn't need any of the fluffy blankets she brought but she definitely would. After all it was drafty in the cave and she (for the moment) was still a human.

She plops down in the middle of the king sized bed. "OK boys I'm ready!" Marko ran in first taking the spot right between her legs much to Paul's dismay.

"Ass! You always get to lay there!" "You snooze you lose bro." He smirked. Dwayne scoots in behind her having adjusted her position slightly with David and Paul sitting on her left and right respectively. A soft sigh came from her lips.

"Something wrong kitten?" David asked as he placed a kiss on her chin. She shook her head gently. "No not at all. It's just if you listen closely you can hear the rain hitting the waves." She said closing her eyes to listen to the sound.

For a moment the 4 vampires were silent. The sound of rain beating against the ocean filled their ears. A sense of relaxation came over them just as it had Y/n. All 4 of them relaxed against their mate.

"You know maybe the rain isn't so bad." Paul said. "I could definitely get used to this." Marko added in. David and Dwayne let out agreeing sighs.

Y/n felt a grin come across her face as she laid with her mates. "Ain't nothing like a good thunderstorm by the ocean." She whispered as a soft rumble of thunder sounded in the distance.

"There is one thing that could make it even better though." Marko said as he looked up at her. Oh boy this couldn't be good. He had that gleam in his eyes.

"And what would that be Marky mark?" Y/n asked. She felt Dwayne tighten his grip on her. She didn't need to look at Paul and David to tell they were smirking.

"Tickles!!" The sweet sound of laughter filled the air. Maybe storms truly weren't that bad after all.

Embarrassment at its finest (David x reader)

Just a wee David x reader to start off the day. Y/n decided to test her luck with Davy. We'll see how far she gets. Enjoy my beauties!!

Now when you think of vampires you think of your typical movie monster. Blood fangs coffins all that jazz. But do you ever think about them being flirty little bastards? So much so it gets a little embarrassing?

That's how Y/n felt each time she was out on the boardwalk with her boyfriend David. He wasn't a very touchy feeling person by no means but the people of Santa Carla were damn sure gonna know that she was HIS girl. No one else's

Either it was little nips on the neck or a little squeeze of the rear David always found a way to make Y/n's face turn a very nice shade of red. At times she found it to be a little embarrassing. Tonight however would be different. After all what goes around comes around.

David and Y/n were sitting on a bench waiting for the others to catch up. He had his arm wrapped around her shoulder as he looked away trying to spot his brothers. Y/n took this opportunity to strike. She snaked her arms around his middle.

David didn't turn to look at her. He figured she just wanted a hug or was cold. Wrong! Y/n began a trail of kisses starting from his collarbone all the way up to his jaw.

"What's gotten into you tonight kitten?" He asked a small smirk forming on the side of his mouth. "Can I not kiss my boyfriend?" She asked tilting her head to the side slightly.

"I never said that. But don't you think this much in public is a bit... well much?" "But it's fine when you squeeze my ass in front of everyone?" She smirked. That shut him up.

"Dude are we interrupting something?" Paul asked as they finally decided to show. "Looks like the beginning of a steamy make-out session." Marko said.

Even though David couldn't blush it still did Y/n good to see that look on his face. "Are you two chatty Cathy's ready to go?" David grumbles in annoyance.

Dwayne couldn't help but chuckle. "Come on kids let's go." He said as he held Laddie's hand. Y/n hums as she gets up from the bench. She has a little strut about her as she walks beside David. Occasionally she'd reach over and ever so slightly pinch his side and upper half of his leg.

David clenched his jaw tightly. He was dying to teach her a lesson right here in front of everyone but held it in. What really chapped his ass was the fact that Y/n got on Marko's bike and not his. That little shit!

Marko was picking up on what she was doing. He taught her well in the art of messing with peoples heads. It almost made him want to cry he was so proud. He revs up his bike as the small family make their way home.

On the way home Y/n was thinking of ways to seal the embarrassment she inflicted upon her boyfriend. Once parked she got off the bike and looked at Marko. "Got any ideas to put the icing on the cake?" She asked.

"I thought you'd never ask sis." He smirked as he motions for her to come closer. She leans down so that he can whisper in her ear. She bit her lip in an attempt to keep from giggling but a little giggle escaped her lips.

David looked back at them as he got off of his bike. "Wanna enlighten me on what's so funny kitty?" He asked. Y/n was quick to shake her head. "Nothing Davy."

Oh but it was indeed something. She slowly but surely made her way over to her mate. She said a little prayer in her mind before she got fully to him. His back was turned to her as he walked in the cave.

Once they all were in and the barrels were lit up is when she made her move. 1..2..3

SLAP!

David's eyes widened as his mate giggled madly as she ran off to find a place to hide. His icy blue eyes were now yellow. "Y/N!!!!!!! GET YOUR LITTLE ASS BACK HERE!"

All three brothers were in the floor laughing. "I can't believe she did it!" Marko laughed. "That was priceless man! Did you see the look on his face!" Paul laughed holding his stomach.

Dwayne shook his head as he finally stopped. "It's not every day someone slaps David's ass."

Futuristic type babe (Marko x GN trash goblin time travler reader)

My very first request!! I hope this is ok @theratsareback definitely give me some feedback!! I'll not lie it's not my best work but I tried my dear

Y/n had no clue how they got into this situation. Well in a sense they did. Stupid ass science fair project. In reality they wanted to kick their own ass for even inventing the stupid time watch.

Before they know it they were thrown back into the 80s. How the heck they landed in Santa Carla was beyond them. You could guess where they currently were now but where would be the fun in that?

"So your trying to tell us that your a time travler?" David asked them from the wheelchair. "And your a goblin?! They gave goblins in the future?!" Paul asked getting all up close and personal with them.

"For God's sake Paul get out of their face dude." Marko laughed at his brother's excited nature. "He's like a puppy when he gets excited sugar." He said.

Y/n shook their head. "It's OK. I'm not a goblin no its just the name of my style." They explained. "You really get your clothes from the trash?" Paul asked. Y/n laughed. "Not exactly. What you guys don't like it?" They teased.

"To hell with what they think peach! I for one love it." Marko smirked as he sat down in front of them. A blush formed on their face. "Thanks." They said trying to hide their blush.

"I like it too. I think it's unique. It's better than the stuff some of the people around here wear." Dwayne said. "I know that one girls ass were eating her shorts. Gross." Paul said with a gag

David finally having listen to this banter long enough cleared his throat. Everyone looked at him as he began to speak.

"Well isn't this an interesting turn of events?" David asked sarcastically. "And why should I believe a word that comes out of your mouth hmm?" He asked as he shot daggers their way.

Y/n pulled out their smart phone. "What is that thing?" The boys asked as they gathered around them. "It's a phone boys." They giggled. "No its not. Phones are on the wall or in booths." Marko said.

"During this time they are. But in 30 years they are like this. You can take them anywhere now. Some people still use a land line though." They explained.

"That's so cool! What else does the future have??" Paul asked getting excited again. "I know one thing. It definitely has some hot babes." Marko said as he winked at them.

Y/n let out a nervous giggle. "Awww Marky you made them all nervous!" Paul cooed as he tickled Y/n's side. They squealed. "Hey! None of that! Their mine to tickle if I so please." Marko said wrapping his arms around them.

"They aren't a toy Marko." Dwayne chuckled shaking his head. He rolled his eyes. "I'm not stupid Dwayne I know their not. Unless you wanna be my doll." He smirked at them.

"That was corny as hell. But also very sweet." They said as they gave his cheek a kiss. Marko grinned from ear to ear. "And who says I don't have game." He said

"Me." All three boys said at the same time. "Oh shut up you guys!!"

Y/n smiled at the boys. They were beginning to like this place. Maybe this wasn't such a bad situation after all. After all they had an adorable boy flirting with them.

Marko gave their ear a little nip. "I'm gonna have so much fun with my futuristic babe. Isn't that right peaches?"

Y/n gulped but let out a soft word. "Right Marky~

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Imagine y/n doing this with the boys. I am wheezing 🤣

What's worse than a zombie? A vampire!! . (Poly lost boys x female reader. The walking dead crossover)

Soo this was a request for @genocide31 so sorry it took me this long. If anything is wrong I apologize in advance because I am not apart of the walking dead Fandom. It is also short because I do not want to butcher it. Enjoy lovely

Y/n was breathing heavily as she watched Negan circle her with his bat. "How was I supposed to know he was your guy?! He came out of no where!" She yelled.

One of Negan's crew had stumbled upon Y/n in her camp. Thought he could have run of her stuff until he had an unfortunate run in with her mates that is. She of course thought it was done and over until one of Negan's other guys found her camp and dragged her all the way back to their base.

"Don't matter now princess. You cost me a good man. Now you don't look like you could do much around here so I'm afraid I'm just gonna have to kill ya. That's how business works." He said with a sadistic smirk.

Y/n sank down to the ground with hot tears running down her face. She called out each of the boys names begging for their forgiveness. She knew that death was coming for her quicker than any of them had expected. In the back of her mind she had wished she had David turn her.

But it was too little too late for any of that now. She knew somehow some way she'd see them in the afterlife. She felt the awful poking feeling of the wire on the wooden bat as Negan put it on the base of her skull.

"Don't know who David Marko Paul and Dwayne are doll but you'll never see them again." He raised up his bat about to deliver the first blow when suddenly all of the lights went off leaving them surrounded in darkness.

Loud hissing and growls could be heard. "The hell is going on?!" Negan yelled. His yells were followed by the screaming of several of his goons. The snapping of bones and tearing of flesh also followed. Y/n was still shaking as she laid down on the ground blinded by the darkness

She felt someone wrap their arms around her. She struggled for a minute before she realized who exactly had picked her up. "Shh Shh baby it's me." Dwayne said softly.

"Oh God Dwayne!" She cried into his neck as she held onto him for dear life. The vamp rubbed her back gently. "It's OK love its OK. We're here." He cooed softly as he pressed kisses on her face.

Suddenly the lights were flipped back on. The bodies of the fallen were scattered across the field soaked in blood and guts. Marko and Paul held each of Negan's arms behind his back. David stood in front of him with his bat in his hands.

"Quite the piece of equipment man. It'll do some damage on a human. Too bad none of us are humans. But you've already figured that out huh?" David asked as he began to laugh evily.

Negan looked him right into the eyes. "Look. Just take the girl and leave. I didn't kill her so you've got no issue with me. I'll make sure to stay clear of you guys from now on. You've got my word." He said with all the confidence that he would be off the hook.

All 4 boys chuckled darkly. "You think we are just gonna ignore the fact that you kidnapped our mate and were seconds away from beating her brains in?" Marko asked.

"We were always going to end you. But since our baby girl is safe and unharmed we'll make it quick. Or whatever the boss wants." Paul said as he looked over to David.

Negan just shook his head. "There's not much more you can do to me. You guys are monsters but you can't be any worse than the walkers." He said.

David inches ever so closely to him. He placed a hand onto the man's cheek. The same sadistic smile that was once on Negan's face was now plastered all across David's.

"See that's where your wrong." He said as he leans closer to his ear. "We are much worse." Two pearly whites dug into his soft flesh as the screams of the once terrifying Negan filled the night air.

Sorry it's so short love! I hope you enjoyed it anyway 🥰🥰

Time has no meaning when you're in love. (David x GN reader)

A request from the always lovely @liquid-death-and-bones. Hope you like the little suprise I added in.

David had been alive for a very long time. Longer than anyone else in his little tribe of miscreants. He wouldn't go into detail as to how long exactly but it has been a while.

For a vampire time could pass rather slowly or very quickly. Depending on weather or not you are a part of of coven. Some often think back to the lives they lived before the turn. Madness often sets in as well as regrets.

David knew this all too well. There were many a night when he would separate himself from the others so he could think. He often though of his mother and how loving she was. How much she wanted him to provide her with grandchildren.

And with each thought of his mother always leads him back to the same thought. The love of his life. Y/n. If he closed his eyes he could still imagine their face in his head. From their beautiful face all the way down to the feet.

He recalled their days together. His pig headed attitude would often be the source of the argument. Nothing would ever last though. He spend all day trying to make it up to them. From breakfast time all the way to lunch. They eventually forgave him. The argument may as well have never happened

He would make himself forget such things. He knew his mother and his love were gone. There was no sense in digging up the past. Not now that is. The only way he'd see either of them again was if he was dead. Or so he thought.

"David? Yoohoo earth to David?" Marko said as he waved his hand in front of his adopted brothers face to get his attention. Its like he wasn't even there. As he stood in his spot on the boardwalk he looked into the eyes of someone he thought was gone.

He blinks a few times and shook his head. "What? What is it?" He said as he looked at his adopted brother. Marko went to speak but David cut him off. "Hang on Marko I've got something to do." He said pushing past him.

He did his best to rush past all the people that were in his way. But it seemed the more he tried the more and more people trampled over him. By the time he looked up at them again they had vanished almost as quickly as they came.

David cursed under his breath. "They were just right there. Damnit!" He growled. The rest of the boys had caught up to him and were highly confused. "What are you talking about man?" Dwayne asked with a raised brow. For almost a minute no one said anything.

A rough sigh came from David's lips as he turned back to his brothers. "Nothing. It's stupid." He shook his head. Dwayne being the understanding one of the bunch put his hand on his shoulder. "I've never seen you act like this man. You can tell us. Paul promises not to tease you otherwise I'll shove my fist up his bony ass."

David smirked at his brothers comment as well as Paul's terrified expression. "I appreciate the concern Dwayne. But like I said it's nothing. Now enough of this. We came here to have some fun right?" He asked. Paul and Marko bay like two wild coyotes before running off.

Dwayne rolled his eyes. "If you change your mind we'll be on the beach." He said before he went to follow the terror twins. "Thank you.." David said in a voice just above a whisper.

Before he turned to follow them he took one last look. And again there they were. David's eyes widened yet again as he looked at the love of his life. He brushed it off as just another figment of his imagination. Just as quickly as they came they vanished into thin air.

A few days later David was on the bridge cigarette in hand. He took a long drag as he looked out into the night. This was the place he'd often come to when he needed to clear his head. Especially after recent events.

Suddenly a sweet smell hit his nose. One he had not smelled in a long time. He turned his body to see them once again staring him in the face. He knew he wasn't dreaming this time.

"How are you here?" He asked them as he slowly approached them. "Same as you my love. A simple swig of the old "wine"." They said with a smile as bright as the moon.

"Who? How? I mean I thought you were dead?" They pressed their finger to David's lips. "I know you have questions my love but they can wait. I've waited nearly a century to wrap my arms around you again." They said

David chuckled. "Call me cliché but you look just as radiant as the day I saw you last." He smirked softly. "Always a charmer David. God how I've missed you."

The two lovers embraced each other. And just as it was the day they departed one another's company their love was as bright as the sun. After all time has no meaning when your in love.

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Tell me this doesn't scream The Lost Boys x y/n. I'm seeing this as a song for all of them but I'm also getting more David vibes. Thoughts anyone?

Lost boys incorrect quotes with Y/n!!!

Dwayne: Why is it when something happens it is always you three?

*Paul Marko and Y/n all looked down*

Y/n: Believe me Dwayne I've been asking myself that question for 6 years.

Send in some requests guys!!! I'm board out of my mind and need some motivation to keep my brain flowing.

I’m not sure if you write smut so if you don’t pls ignore me. Could i PLEASE get some dwayne smut there isn’t enough on this app i’m BEGGING. (but again if you don’t write smut don’t feel pressured at all i don’t wanna make u uncomfy)

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Ooo my first Dwayne request as well as my first smut!! I hope I did it justice anon! Only warning below is smut :) Thank you for the ask!! This is my personal opinion on our loveable Dwayne I think he's a big disciplinarian. Especially when it comes to the bedroom. Like he told you not to do something and you did it anyway. Now suffer mwahah!!! Just please be nice as this is my first ever smut :)

Get over my knee (Dwayne x reader Smut!!)

'Shit shit shit shit!!!!' Y/n said in her head mentally cussing herself out as she and Dwayne rode back to her place. He had specifically told her not to go into the Frogs comic shop. Point. Blank. Period.

"Dwayne come on. Their the only place in town that'll have what I'm looking for." She explained. Dwayne shook his head. "No can do princess. Those little shits are a pain every night as it is. I don't want them harassing you." He told her with crossed arms.

Oh but she did not listen. She just had to go in the store. And of course Alan starts harrowing with a book of questions along with Edgar. She of course simply rolled her eyes and went to walk out. That was until Edgar called her and quote "a blood sucking whore" which earned him a good punch to the nose.

As quickly as she hightailed it out of there she were not fast enough to escape a pissed off Dwayne. Now as they pulled up to her place she quickly got off the back of his bike and ran into the house.

"You'd better run." Dwayne growled as he made his way into the house. "I asked you to do one simple thing. Do not go into the comic shop. And what did you do? You went your little ass into the comic shop!" He stomped up the stairs into her bedroom.

A lump was curled up under the covers. Dwayne smirked to himself as he slapped the lump square on the ass. Y/n let out a small yelp. He quickly ripped the covers off of her to find her rubbing her bum.

"Ow... babe that hurt." She whined looking up at him with the famous doe eyes. He poked out his bottom lip to mock her. "Awe I've got some news for you princess. It's about to hurt a lot worse."

She gulped. "Take off your pants and get over my knee." He said sitting on the couch at the end of the bed. Y/n groaned loudly but did as she was told. She knew if she didn't it was going to be a lot worse. She walked over to him slowly.

Dwayne rubbed the soft skin of her butt before he started. "20 and I expect you to count." Was all he said before his massive hand came down on her ass with a loud smack!

Y/n bit her lip as she held in a moan. "1...2. 3. Mhp! 4.." She counted. The slinky material of her panties was now soaked with excitement. No matter how hard she tried to hate it she always got drenched when Dwayne spanked her. And oh boy did he know it too.

"You gonna be a good girl for me or do I need to continue?" He asked when they got to 10. Y/n was stammering over her words as she tried her best to speak. "I can't hear you princess. Your gonna have to speak up."

"I-I'll be good Dwayne.." She finally managed to spit out. He chuckled deeply as he sits her up. "Jeez princess your soaking wet. I'm not even inside you yet and your already making a mess."

She let out a whimper as he placed little kisses up and down her neck. "You want me to take care of you princess? Do you think you deserve it after disobeying me like you did?" His hand slips down to rub her womanhood.

She gasped as the friction of his hand sent tingles up her spine. Her body was craving more and more with each stroke. "OH God. Dwayne please.." She begged as he slowly began pick up his pace. Slowly and surely as if he was teasing her. "I need you. I need you inside of me. I need you to fuck me." She moaned out in a half desperate beg.

"There we go baby girl. That's all you had to say." With one quick move he had her on the bed and his pants and boxers off. He stalked up to her like a lion would stalk prey.

Ever so slightly he slides smoothly into her dripping wet folds. His head dips down to kiss her neck as he begins to thrust. Y/n's eyes rolled to the back of her head as her body entered pure and utter paradise.

Dwayne moved his hips ever so slightly to keep up the rapid pace of thrusts. "Your so wet for me baby. I got you all worked up huh?" He smirked against the skin of her neck. Her hands suddenly went up to grip his shoulders. Her nails slowly slid down his back.

He let out a low hiss as nails dug into his back. "Two can play at this game princess." He said as he grazed his fangs across her skin careful not to puncture it. The sharp ends leaving scratched as they did.

She panted heavily as the bed started to shake. "Fuck babe don't break the bed." She joked. "Trust me pretty girl this bed is going to the least of your worries. By the time I'm done with you your not going to be able to walk straight." He panted.

She barley had time to react before he pushed himself deeper inside of her. She let out a scream of pleasure as he all but touched her cervix. He placed a hand over her mouth.

"Shhhhh calm down princess. We wouldn't want the neighbors calling the cops again now would we?" He as as his dick pulsated inside of her tight wet folds.

She slowly nodded her head. He removed his hand and waited for her rebutted to him. But only the sweet sounds of her moans came out. That was until she managed to squeak out. "K-k-keep going. Fuck my brains out baby."

"OH trust me princess. I fully intend to~"

This onslaught went on for over an hour maybe even more since neither one of them kept up with the time. Y/n was on the brink of exhaustion as she felt her climax or rather her 3rd climax of the evening on the horizon.

"OH God Dwayne I'm close." She moans. He grinned as he looked down at her. "Wait for me baby doll." He winked. Suddenly mixture of their combined climax hit one another causing it to ooze out onto the bed.

Out of breath he slides back out of her and flops down beside of her. He wrapped his arms around her pulling her onto his bare chest.

"Remind me to disobey you more often." Y/n panted as she struggled to catch her breath. Dwayne's dark eyes looked over at her with a glimpse of mischief.

"OH that wasn't even the half of it princess. I've still got a few more rounds in me. And we've got 5 hours before dawn."

Hey sweet face I see you're taking requests again right on! Can I request David x reader fic where are the reader is essentially a female version of Klaus from the umbrella academy (personality and power wise)?

Hi love! Nice to talk to you again! I'm not familiar with The Umbrealla Academy but I did look up some clips of him. I'm going to make these headcanons for the moment and come back with a fic later on. I hope you like it!!

David with an s/o like Klaus Hargreeves!!!

Firstly Paul introduced the two of you. You were Paul's go to gal for some wacky tobaccy.

"David this is Y/n. Don't worry she's cool. She's not like regular humans." Paul explained.

And you weren't. Other than the occasional weed dealing you were able to not only communicate with the dead but you could also bring their spirits back to the real world.

"So your telling me that you can see dead people?" David asked. "I sure can blondie." You smirked.

At first David was wary of you. Max had always warned them that some people with your powers could sick an evil spirit on them.

"OH don't be silly. I haven't done that in years." You giggled.

Slowly but surely you and David started hanging out more and more. Eventually started dating as well.

This boy is mad protective over you. Like he'll bite someone. No pun intended.

The nicknames!!!! Omg!!!

Your nicknames for him vary from: Baby sugar, sweetie, Davy wavy and my fav blonde

His for you? To name a few: babe, baby, doll, angel, kitten (tehehe) and that's just the tip of the iceberg

You bring out his soft side although he'll never admit it to anyone

Man gets super jealous when you and Paul smoke together. Like it's so cute and scary at the same time.

So he tried to smoke once. Threw up for an hour straight. Paul thought it was hilarious though.

He is terrified of losing you. He's offered you the bottle a time or two. "Come on doll. We'll have eternity together."

You've promised to drink when your ready.

Since they live in a sunken hotel you often hear many of the dearly departed.

Your even friends with one of them. Her name is Macy. She used to be receptionist at the hotel in 1906

Marko and Dwayne absolutely adore you.

David makes time for you two to go on dates.

Davy is a pure romantic at heart. Melts you like chocolate on a summer day.

All in all you absolutely love David and the boys. Your all one big happy family no matter how strange!

Y'all I think I speak on behest of everyone when I say we should totally make a little ficlet of Dwayne's s/o being so motherly to Laddie and slowly but surely Laddie becomes a mama's boy. Me personally I think Marko and Paul would tease him only for s/o to go all mama bear. Do I have any takers??

*Y/n and Michael arguing on the boardwalk. Y/n makes a joke about Michael*

Michael: Oh, so Sweetalicious got jokes.Now, look a here, Broadway, don't make me bring da noise.

Y/n: You might as well. You already brought da funk *sticks hand in his face*

David and the boys: *wheezing*

MASTERLIST

SMILE, Darling <3

A personal project centered on a world full of angels that aren't what they seem to be, or what the Bible has promised. Starring Zielle and her obsessive lover Zadkiel, an angel in disguise.

DRABBLES!

Adin p1

Kira p1

Zielle p1 p2

Ezra p1

Simon p1

HORROR!

The Lost Boys!

The Responsible One

The Boys p1

MARBLE HORNETS

A Close Encounter

The Responsible One

Michael had been odd ever since arriving in Santa Carla. Not a day went by where he acted like he did before the move. Being the oldest sibling meant a lot of things, one of which was taking care of the others when Mom couldn’t. During the entire divorce, you had been there to watch the other two, to make sure they were provided for while Lucy mourned her life moving on. 

And here you were witnessing the downfall of one of your brothers while the other was thriving. Sam had gone and even made friends that were as weird as he was, they had come by and gotten him to hang out while you were home. They were lovely boys, kind and respectful when meeting you. You had waved them off, telling them to be safe and have fun, the streets were dangerous after all. Normally, you would have advised against going out, but Sam needed time away from you. So, you had let him go, but not without something to have on hand in case something were to go awry. You had handed him a pocket knife, not something super dangerous, but something to fend off anyone with ill intent. He had shot you a look, the one where he was insinuating you were being overdramatic, but had taken it when you glared. You were relieved when his friends had awed at you giving him such a weapon, telling him how lucky he was for having you on his side. 

And that had put them in your good books. Sweet kids, Sam was lucky to have them. 

But Michael has been leaving in the night, not returning into early morning. You were worried, admittedly so. You were worried he was hanging around the wrong kinds of people, the kinds that had drugs on hand at any time. Even trying to confront him didn’t do anything, he only grew frustrated at being cornered by both you and Lucy. So, you did what any sane and concerned older sibling would do. 

Follow his ass. 

He wouldn’t get out of this so easily, making Lucy cry was on the list of ‘NO.’ 

And he knew that, so why was he going and doing things that were doing exactly that. 

Dressing yourself to avoid catching his eye, you listened to the tell tale signs of Michael leaving the house. The cracking of the window and the silence that followed. 

So you raced down the stairs and watched as he departed. He was quick, you’d give him that. You chased him all the way down to the Boardwalk. And watched as he met up with four men leaning on their bikes. He conversed with them, laughed and smiled until one of them wrapped an arm around his shoulders. A grimace crossed his face, and so you moved. 

Stepping with purpose, you strutted up to the men and pulled the blonde away from your lovely brother. 

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t get your nasty hands all over my darling brother, Micahel.”

Michael had tensed, eye widening once he recognized who had saved him from David.

He stuttered, trying to push you away before the others had really gotten a chance to take a look at you. But it was too late, and the men leered. Taking in your appearance, the vampires watched as you scowled at them, especially David. He had been the one to put his hands on Michael, and you had watched it as it happened. 

“I’m sorry, doll, but who might you be? I haven’t seen you around here before.”

David leered. And the rest watched as you remained as you were. Hand still in place on Michael’s shoulder, you scoffed. 

“I just told you, I’m Michael’s older sibling. And he was clearly unwanting of your hands being all over him. Fuck. Off.” 

And David laughed. 

Paul leaned in, eyes tracking every minute detail of you that he could.

“Older sibling, huh? Mikey boy never mentioned you, babe.” 

You looked over at Michael, trying to discern the look he was wearing at the moment. 

You nudged him, prompting him to speak.

“Any reason for that? I thought I was worth mentioning to your dearest friends. You do spend more time with them than you do us anymore.”

Michael opened his mouth, but was cut off by another one of the unintroduced men. 

David interrupted him, pressing a finger to his lips to shush him. 

“He was brushing off someone so hot just to hang with us? How cruel of you, Mikey.”

Marko had been the one to speak, pushing off his bike and approaching you. 

He had gone to reach for you, but Michael’s hand intercepted it. 

God, this was going to be an experience. 

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David opened his arms, gesturing to his band of boys. Motioning to each one as he introduced. 

“This is Paul, Dwayne, and Marko.” 

You nodded, noting their names and pulling along Michael. 

“Great, we’ll be leaving now.” 

The one said to be Dwayne had stopped you, stepping in front of you and ceasing your escape. You looked up through eyelashes at him, a scowl overcoming your face once more. 

“I’m afraid I can’t allow you to leave without knowing your name, lovely.” 

Paul sauntered over, grabbing your arm and pulling you into him. 

“So..?”

“No.”

Michael went to speak but you glared, pointer finger held up to cease his talking. 

“I refuse to give you a name until you explain what’s going on with my brother and you all.” 

David smirked, eyes sharpening. 

“Alright then, we’ll explain everything. Let’s take a ride, boys.”

And that was all they seemed to want to hear, as their laughs started to sound out across the clearing. 

Marko threw out his hands.

“Who do you choose to ride with?”

“Preferably, none.”

But you had to admit, the boys were handsome, and roguishly charming. It was just the fact that they were somehow blackmailing Michael into staying near them. If not, you would gladly spend the night with any of them…or all of them. 

David laughed under his breath, but you saw the gesture. Sucking your teeth, you pointed to Marko. 

“I choose the wild curly blonde then.”

Marko looked shocked, pointing to himself before smiling wide. Cheering, he raced to your side before hauling you up bridal style. Screeching, you held onto his shoulders before slapping his back. He laughed the whole way to his bike, and once you made it, he dropped you on the back. Dropping in front of you, he looked back and smiled. 

“Hold on tight, gorgeous, we’re gonna be going fast.”

And that was all the warning you got before he took off faster than you’ve ever gone before. 

It was…

Thrilling. 

Crying in the Sand | Poly! Lost Boys x plus sized!Reader

Summary: The Lost Boy’s mate has some old “friends” come to town. She wants to spend time with them without her boys but they end up destroying her self-esteem instead. The boys will not let them get away with it. 

Warnings: Sexual innuendos but no real sex scenes, cursing, blood, violence, fighting, body shaming, self-hatred, anxiety, shirtless men for some reason, nudity, strong language, bullying, adult bullying, reader is larger in clothes size than the boys but they don’t care, Marko being let loose. Everyone in the coven is dating everyone else. No Michael or Star or Laddie :(

David’s arm wrapped around her plush hip, pressing her into his side gently. The boys were acting rowdy as they walked the boardwalk, minus Dwayne who was loyally carrying her bags despite her protests. She had been holding off the entire night to tell them she wasn’t going to be hanging out with them the next night. They had a hard time allowing their mate to go anywhere without them, but she made them promise to allow her to have other friends. Which was hard to do as an adult who surrounds herself with scary biker boys with pretty hair. 

But old friends were good. They didn’t know her boys, they had no idea they existed since they were coming to California for vacation from her hometown. They were only passing through the next night and then they were off to try to get to Hollywood and Disneyland for the rest of their trip. She was sure she was a fleeting thought in their minds. They hadn’t contacted her since graduation and she mostly forgot about them until they got her phone number from her family.

“You alright?” Dwayne said. 

His voice was low, and had the depth of dark chocolate and the warmth of his leather jacket on a cold night like tonight. His knuckle brushed over her plush cheek, a forest fire against her cheek despite his deathly cold. David’s fingers dug into her side and the leader looked at Dwayne, mildly annoyed he noticed her thoughts before he did. 

“What’s wrong, princess?” 

She took a deep breath. Now or never. 

“My friends from high school called me last night. I guess they are flying into Santa Carla because the tickets were cheap,” she said. 

(Y/n) leaned into David a bit more, as if seeking physical support from him. He was the leader and protector, she thrived off of that. She liked feeling his protection and listening to his opinions. 

“They want to hang out. Go to some beach. Something less popular than–” 

She motions around them at the crowds and lights. 

“They only have a day to stretch their legs and they want to hit up the beach before they go to Disney,” 

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