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Give Auntie some love!!! This series is just mwah chef's kiss!!!

Look At Me

A/n: and finally to top off the insecurity fic! Here’s some soft, in many ways, David. Ima play into my personal hc of him having a dad bod and just being soft with the reader. Just a shot out to everyone who’s supported this series <3 reblog to support

My Venus, Tiger Stripes, Hold Me Forever

Tag list: @britany1997 @oceansrose2002 @6lostgirl6 @otaku1872 @shewhomustnotbenamedsworld @misslavenderlady @maskofmirrors @gr3y-starr @people-are-strange-87 @kurt-nightcrawler

David x Insecure Fem! Reader

David stared into your eyes as your glassy irises looked back at him. Your sclera red from the stinging tears of bitter reflections. How little words and sharp insulting thoughts cut at your self esteem, one etch at a time. Not a single one David would say or think. No bigger words he’d sling at you. Things he wouldn’t even have imagined you thinking of yourself as— until one day.

One day where he decided to listen to your thoughts. From far off in the cave. To the tiny ones that grew louder as you stared more at yourself in the mirror. The reflection. The ones, the words, that brought horror to his eyes and a pain to his soul. Knowing that you, his mate, that he held up so dearly…hated herself?! Blasphemy in his eyes. He wanted you to look up to him as a god. The god you’d be on your knees for yet, hearing you sound like this crushed him. His ego and all, shattering it to what felt like shards of glass, morsels.

He immediately closed off where you two were so none of the others boys could see or even hear what was going on. To know what David was about to do

He stared at you for a moment before doing something odd in your eyes. You stood there sniffling as he did so. Something that was more meaningful than words in this moment.

Both of you stood there bare in front of each other, David had removed every single piece of clothing that held to his frame…wanting to show you what he truly is. How his body was scarred from stretch marks, to how he had plush and soft features as well, sure you knew David’s body but he never let himself be completely bare in front of you, his own insecurity showing now. Ones he’d have for eternity.

“Don’t. Don’t you dare look away from me y/n” David spoke in a low tone, his voice stern with concern. “Look at me. Look at who you love. Your body is beautiful…I” he stopped staring at you. Watching how your chest heaved from crying, waiting a moment before he went on.

“Why…why are you…mad at yourself? What about the marks? I..I have them too? My baby doll. My dearest love” he said with a softening voice, “you’re not alone”

“David” you spoke up looking over his body…his body that you loved. The David that you loved entirely, “I don’t know….I just—“

“The mirror hurts…I know….dove listen—“

“No David please you don’t understand!” You started crying again, “you don’t understand what it’s like-“ he cut you off taking a stern step towards you, his presence harshened as the dim light casted heavy shadows over his face. His inhumane features showing more and more.

“What it’s like to fucking see yourself in the mirror. Seeing what to hide and to hate. What— to want to peel off your skin and never show again!” David’s voice sharpened looking at you, “I mean it when I know what it feels like. Do you see my brothers in blood?! Compared to them? Y/n I know! Please why do you think such untrue and absolutely wrong things about yourself, why in the world?! You’re beautiful to me. You’re dear to me you’re my..you’re my precious” he stoped for a moment staring down between the both of you, “……….what can I do to help?!” He huffed for a moment before regretting his tone, never wanting to use such harsh words towards you, “what…what can I do? Don’t you see how I too am flawed” his eyes finally returning to the cool blue orbs that they were, the human David you knew. What humanity he had left in him.

You stood there staring at him now, flushed as words had left you. The confidence of what you knew of David seeing how he too, actually knew what you meant, “can we” you sniffled wiping your eyes, “can we heal together? Learn to love ourselves at that?”

David took a deep breath for a moment, the room falling silent between the both of you, the sounds of pigeons and bats fluttering was all you could hear. He took a step towards you and wrapped his arms around your body pulling you to his in a gentle embrace. Treating you as if the finest China there was. David spoke up.

“Together” he whispered into the curve of your ear as he ducked his head down to press gentle kisses to your cheek. His beard tickling and leaving soft scratches to your face.

“Together”.

A/n: sorry this took so long. I’ve honestly been really sick lately as well as feeling un-motivated to be honest. Thank you all for the support in this series ♥️

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Absolute genuis!!

First time request!!! So I adore your fics love they are absolutely mwah mwahah chefs kiss! I love the Yadere content and I was wondering if we could see a vampire reader with the same mentally as the boys? However if you don't wanna do this I completely understand. You keep being your awesome self love!

[A/n] This fic is written from the perspective of my OC from Party the Pain Away (which is her origin story). She’s a black OC, but I left descriptions of some of her features vague, so everyone can enjoy since this is written as a reader-insert. However, her personality and other defining qualities of her character are intact. I hope you like her! The title is inspired by Hall & Oates, btw. Enjoy!

Maneater

GIFs by lolitanora

[Yandere!Poly!Lost Boys x Vampire!OC!Reader]

[Modern!AU - Not set in 1987, but 35 years later.]

[Fic Warnings] 18+ MDI (Smut/Dark Fic) – Power Imbalance, Murder, Dubious Consent/Hypnosis, and Blood Drinking.

[Summary] The boys are hungry but aren’t in the mood to hunt, so they send their progeny to bring home the entertainment.

You were a vision, a timeless beauty.

You were made from the worst parts of them, an innocent twisted with cruelty and sadism until you became the soulless monster you are now.

When the boys met you, you were a vulnerable young woman, new to Santa Carla and looking for a fresh start. You wore your heartache from your fiance’s murder on your sleeves, and they saw you coming a mile away. You were a beautiful disaster, ripe for the picking and ready to mold.

With their brand of T.L.C., you became the perfect vampire – a loyal, wanton, and bloodthirsty menace to society. The locals parted like the red sea when you walked the boardwalk.

The boys were so proud of you. You were their greatest creation, and they adored seeing you in action. Your baby face and your curves were excellent for trapping prey. So many people followed you willingly to death without hesitation, which is why they often sent you to fetch dinner.

“Come here, dollface,” David ordered as he patted his knee. “We have a job for you.”

You smiled, your lips curling in a devilish way that juxtaposed your innocent features. You glided over to your mate, and you obediently perched yourself on his lap, making sure to wiggle a bit to get ‘comfortable.’

David smirked, stroking your hips before wrapping his arms possessively around your waist. “Don’t start anything you can’t finish, doll,” the platinum blond purred, causing you to giggle.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you cooed, batting your eyelashes. “I couldn’t help myself.”

“I know you couldn’t. That’s the Marko in you,” David teased as he flicked his eyes to his curly-haired brother, who flipped him off from the couch.

You smiled, blowing the sadistic blond a kiss that he happily caught in mid-air, putting it in his pocket.

David rolled his eyes, gripping your chin and turning your head to face him. “Come on, dollface, focus. It’s dinner time, and we’re starving. We need you to get us someone to eat.”

“You don’t want to hunt?” You asked, surprise creeping onto your face. “You love hunting, Daddy. Are you not feeling well?” You purred in concern as you peppered kisses over his stubbled chin.

“I feel fantastic, beautiful, but we want you to practice,” David commented. “We need to make sure you can take care of yourself.”

“What do you mean?” You asked in a tiny voice, your brow furrowing with worry.

David sighed; he didn’t mean to make you anxious. He was usually quite careful. Some of your mental health issues followed you into immortality, and it was easy for you to become distressed or volatile when triggered. That was their fault. They were a bit hard on you during the ‘molding’ phase, even though they were pleased with the results.

“You know our story, (Y/n). What happened in ‘87 with the Emersons was a close call,” David reminded as he stroked your back in soothing circles.

“Hunters and slayers are real, and vampires are murdered every day,” He continued as he cupped your cheek. “If something were to happen to the four of us, we live on in you. So, we have to make sure you’re the best vampire you can be. Do you understand?”

“I do, Daddy,” you beamed, flashing a dazzling dimpled smile.

“Perfect. Now, bring us something good. You already do exceptional, so this should be a cakewalk for you.” David purred.

“What are you in the mood for?” You asked as your eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Something FINE,” Paul howled from the sofa, causing Marko to high-five him in agreement.

“Something innocent,” Dwayne purred as he rolled by on his skateboard.

“And don’t forget something for yourself,” David chimed in as he eased you off his lap, slapping you on your ass for ‘good luck.’ “Now, get a move on before Dwayne gets hangry. Be careful.”

You giggled, smiling as you glided down the tunnels and up the wooden staircase, your hips swaying from side to side in a delectably mesmerizing fashion.

The boys watched you go, knowing you’d bring back a feast with your good looks and charm. They chose well when they chose you.

Taking to the skies, you flew, soaring through the night, the wind in your hair, until you landed discreetly in an alley. There was a bar in the heart of the boardwalk that was very popular. It was frequented by many – locals, tourists, politicians; You name it.

It was one of your favorite places to hunt, and you knew you’d be able to feed your boys well if you loitered there long enough.

With your heels clicking, you entered the bar, captivating everyone with your devilish pout and killer strut. Your dress was tight and red, hugging every curve sinfully. Dwayne sometimes preferred to dress you like a baby doll, but David dressed you like a vixen. Today’s ensemble was his doing.

Many heads turned to follow the sway of your hips as you took a seat at the bar, ordering a gin and tonic.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a group chatting amongst themselves – one guy and two girls, a strapping young man with tattoos, bearded and rugged, a leggy brunette, demure and lovely, and a wild-child redhead with a great rack.

They were gorgeous and exactly the boys’ types.

Paul and Marko would fuck the buxom redhead silly before torturing and ripping her to shreds. David and Dwayne would woo the blushing brunette, talking her into participating in numerous sinful pleasures before draining her dry. The gentleman was for you. He didn’t make you weak in the knees like your boys did, but he’d be fun to play with before eating.

Easy prey. The boys would be pleased. Now all you had to do was reel them in.

Leaning forward to sip your drink, you allowed your breast to overflow from your dress, catching the eye of all of the lustful hearts in the bar, including your prey. The tattooed guy was thirsty, practically drooling as he eyed you hungrily. He slicked his hair back, slithering from his seat over to you as you watched from the corner of your eye, pretending to be unaware of his approach.

“Hey, cutie, what’s your name?” The tattooed meathead purred as he lasciviously leaned into you. “My name is Shawn.”

“(Y/n),” You replied simply, sipping your drink.

“That’s a beautiful name,” he complimented with a leer. “What’s a girl like you doing here all by your lonesome? Looking for some fun?”

“You could say that,” you replied coyly, staring at him with doe eyes. “I’m looking for someone who likes to party.”

“Well, my friends and I like to party,” he cooed as he practically undressed you with his gaze.

“Is that so?” You purred as you smirked impishly, your eyes flicking to the brunette and the redhead. You shot them both a wink, causing the pretty caramel-skinned brunette to blush and the redhead to hold up her two fingers, wiggling her tongue between them.

This was going to be fun.

“Do you know where Hudson’s Bluff is? Overlooking the point?” You asked as you licked your lips.

“Yeah, I do,” Shawn replied as he waved the bartender over to close out his tab and yours.

“That’s where the party is. Meet me there,” you ordered as you flashed him your sweetest smile, hopping down from the bar stool and exiting.

You discreetly slipped into an alley, watching your meals as they piled into their car and headed towards the cave. You then took flight, camouflaged by the cloudy sky as you followed. You picked up speed to beat them there, landing along the treeline of the woods and making your way up to the bluff.

Shortly after, you saw high beams dance over the horizon before their white Honda Accord pulled up. You wiggled your fingers, waving to them as they parked, the three of them hopping out of the car eagerly.

“Let me introduce you to my friends. (Y/n), this is Emma,” Shawn introduced, gesturing to the brunette before turning to the redhead, “and this is Brooke.”

“Welcome,” you purred as you strolled towards the stairs. “This way. My friends are waiting, and they really know how to party.”

Shawn and Brooke cheered, following as Emma shyly lagged behind. You could feel their eyes on you as you led them through the dark winding tunnels, Shawn and Brooke looking at your ass as you walked.

“I’m back,” you announced as you entered the main cave with your meals on your heels. The boys were lazing around as usual. David was relaxing on his wheelchair throne, and Dwayne was no longer doing tricks on his board but now working on his bike.

Marko and Paul were arm wrestling while taking shots – Marko using your entrance as a distraction to take Paul down. You giggled as Paul cursed under his breath, shooting Marko a nasty glare.

“Welcome back, doll,” David greeted as he strolled towards you, planting a possessive kiss on your lips, his eyes shifting to Shawn, Brooke, and Emma.

“You did fantastic,” David whispered in your ear, earning a sigh of contentment from you as you laid your head on his shoulder.

He ushered you to have a seat while he did his spiel, introducing himself and the boys and giving a history lesson about your home – the basics.

After, the five of you began your dinner ritual, as you always did, by drinking, dancing, and doing whatever you could to get your prey comfortable. David and Dwayne were putting the moves on Emma as expected, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, while Marko and Paul slobbed Brooke down in the corner, pawing at each other’s clothes like animals.

You finessed Shawn, laughing at his corny ass jokes (he was nowhere as funny as Paulie), and stroking his ego about his looks, even though he was not as good-looking as your boys. They were heartthrobs with some of the BEST dick you’ve EVER had, one of the reasons they were able to trap you into immortality.

You could never get enough, and you always came crawling back, no matter how hard you tried to fight.

But you’d let him think he was the man of your dreams until you could rip his throat out.

“So, you and the blond,” Shawn inquired, “What’s up with that?”

“Oh, David? That’s nothing,” You replied smoothly.

“Didn’t look like nothing to me,” He countered as he eyed David, the platinum blond leading Emma away with Dwayne in tow.

“He’s always trying to shoot his shot, but I’m not interested. He’s not my type,” You purred as you shifted yourself into his lap, straddling him.

“You’re my type,” you whispered in his ear as you began grinding in his lap.

Shawn moaned as you stimulated him, gyrating your hips sensuously until you felt a bulge form beneath you. It was an okay one, it definitely didn’t have the ‘WOW’ factor of Dwayne or the others, but it will do until the boys can fuck you later.

Be good, beautiful. Marko purred in your head as he and Paul led Brooke to the tunnels.

I’ll be good if you’ll be good. You crooned in reply.

No promises, babe. Paul teased.

Ditto then. You snarked with a giggle.

You were now alone with your meal, allowing you to play with it in peace. Even though the boys played with their food, they often got jealous when you did the same. It was hilarious how possessive they were, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Fuck me,” you ordered as you raised your hips, allowing Shawn to unzip his pants and remove his rock-hard dick. You plopped down on it instantly, already dripping wet, but not because he turned you on, but because you were hungry – an occupational hazard when you were a vampire, especially one your age. It was sometimes hard to control your urges.

You sighed, happy to be filled, but your walls still felt neglected. It wasn’t a delicious fit like it was when you fucked your boys. It was almost as if your body was made for them; perhaps it was; you were their mate.

Rolling your hips, you rode a moaning Shawn as he bucked into you, his hands gripping your waist. You cooed as he stimulated you, but it wasn’t the bliss you were used to. If you were riding David or Dwayne, they’d have you panting and babbling nonsense by now.

Looking down at Shawn’s face, you saw his eyes were closed. You smiled as your mask slipped, your human face melting away as your canines elongated and your eyes bled red-orange. You felt your pussy pop as your eyes fell on the blue vein pulsing in his throat.

You could hear his heart pounding as his blood rushed through his body, his heart pumping with gusto because of the ministrations of your hips.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It was time to eat.

Clamping down on his throat, you tore a hole into Shawn, ripping away the skin and a chunk of flesh. His blood flowed into your mouth, and you gulped it down greedily as you continued to roll your hips, his blood sending you into a frenzy. You fucked yourself to orgasm as you drained him, bouncing on the dying man as you moaned and your walls pulsated.

Shawn wailed. His screams were blood-curdling and anguished before growing weak and feeble.

“What the fuck was that?” Brooke gasped as she turned her head, her eyes following the direction of the screams.

“Nothing, babe,” Paul purred as he grabbed the back of her head, trying to push it back down on his dick. “(Y/n) and Shawn are probably just watching Netflix.”

“Yeah,” Marko cooed as he rutted into Brooke from behind, never breaking his stride. Brooke went cross-eyed for a moment, letting out a sultry moan, but quickly gathered herself.

“NO! Marko, that sounded like Shawn. STOP! We have to check on him.” Brooke requested, her voice filled with worry.

Marko and Paul rolled their eyes but complied, both boys releasing Brooke and searching for their pants while grumbling. Brooke quickly pulled on her underwear and slipped on her dress, running toward where the screams were coming from.

It was silent now.

Brooke, Marko, and Paul entered the main cave, joined shortly after by David, Dwayne, and Emma in similar states of undress.

“What’s going on?” Emma asked meekly, turning to her friend.

“I heard screams,” Brooke informed as she approached the sofa, where Shawn lay, slumped over and unmoving.

You had slipped away, watching from a nook in the corner. You still had blood on your mouth and didn’t want to be caught red-handed.

David and Dwayne stood back, moving with a predator’s guile as they strategically stationed themselves to prevent escape, while Marko and Paul went into damage control mode.

“Shawn?” Brooke called out as she inched closer to her unmoving friend. “Are you okay?”

“He’s fine, babe,” Paul reassured as he and Marko rushed passed a skittish Brooke and Emma, plopping down next to the limp Shawn. “He just had a little too much to drink. See?”

“You’re okay, right Shawn?” Marko cooed as he propped Shawn up, supporting his dead weight by slinging his arm around his shoulder as Paul grabbed his limp wrist, forcing the dead man to wave à la Weekend at Bernie’s.

The jig was up when Shawn’s head lolled to the side, revealing blood and the gaping wound you made, causing the girls to squeal in fright.

“Whoops! Guess he’s dead!” Marko cackled as he dropped Shawn to the ground like a sack of potatoes, his corpse landing face-first onto the cave floor.

You giggled as you slinked from the shadows, licking at the blood on your lips. “Yes, very,” you purred as you batted your eyelashes, your eyes twinkling cruelly.

Brooke and Emma huddled together, backing away as you approached, disturbed by the crazed look in your eye and the blood covering your chin.

“Shhh,” you consoled with a clawed finger in front of your lips, “it’s okay, ladies, calm down.”

“What the hell is going on?” Brooke shouted with tears in her eyes. “What are you?”

“That’s a good question. What are we, Paul?” You teased with a grin.

“Wait a minute, who wants to know?” Paul crowed mockingly.

“Brooke wants to know. Let me show you.” You giggled before you covered your face with your hands. “Peek a Boo!” You screeched with a giggle as you removed your hands, revealing your vamp face.

Brooke and Emma screamed in fear, Emma withering into the corner with Brooke taking off, attempting to escape.

She ran towards the tunnels, hoping desperately to reach the wooden staircase, but David grabbed a handful of her hair as she passed, tearing into her throat. The platinum blond took her down, and Dwayne, Paul, and Marko pounced. The four of them covered her like a pack of wild animals, ripping and tearing at her flesh as she screamed, her blood staining the cave floor.

As the boys fed, you turned your attention to Emma. Stooping down next to the cowering woman, you gripped her chin gently, forcing her to meet your burning gaze. “It’s okay, Emma. Shhh! Don’t cry,” you cooed.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she begged as tears leaked from her eyes, rolling down her caramel cheeks and pooling under her chin.

“We won’t,” David purred as he and the boys approached, surrounding the two of you, their faces stained in crimson. “As long as you behave.”

“That’s right,” you crooned as you stared into her orbs, your mind gripping hers as you pulled her into your thrall, her eyes glazing over. “All you have to do is be a good girl. We’ll take good care of you as long as you take good care of us.”

“Now, open,” you ordered, smirking as your new toy parted her legs.

FIN.

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