#[showers you with marko gifs]

[thelastdayalive]

[x]

#rasputinaillyanna #poets of the fall #potf #marko saaresto #false kings #[showers you with marko gifs] #having his own mr. scratch moment wink wink #sorry to the rest of the guys for always excluding them i'll do better next time i swear #giffing #editing #red

[natalie668]

Lost Girl

Lost boys fanfic, will be multi-chapter fic.

Lost boys (Michael as well) x reader.

Watching them through your dream had you worried, most people have 1 or 2 soulmates. You believed 3 is the max amount recorded, yet here you are dreaming of 5 men, well if you can call guys in their 20's men.

Sitting up in bed, you peered over at your phone. It hadn't long stopped beeping its annoying tune, it's 7am and you had to hurry up and get ready for work. Rubbing your eyes you swing your legs over the side of the bed, you peer down at the 5 names written on your arm; Michael, David, Marko, Paul & Dwayne. Supposedly the order of names in when you will meet each of them.

You have yet to meet a single one of your soulmates, but you guessed that having only just had your birthday 2 weeks prior it wouldn't really give you much time to have met them anyway.

Walking out of your quaint little bedroom, you make your way over to the bathroom, stripping off you begin turning the knob on the shower toas hot as it can go, (which really is pitiful) the landlord still hasn't been and fixed it even though you had alerted him to the fact its been playing up since you had moved in when you'd turned 20. You guess you can't rush these things.

After you've gotten yourself ready, you set off to work, you've been working as a receptionist in a Library since you had turned 18. You had been to college and finished between the time of finishing high school and turning 21.

As you make your way through the busy town, you can't help but sigh seeing the various couples holding hands making their own ways to work. Every day you see it, heck you even see it with working in the library. You can't help but just wish that one day you'd meet your own soulmates.

The work day went quickly, answering phones, scanning books through which people came and dropped off, passing books onto those who placed them on the correct shelves.

There was a thunder storm wracking through the sky as you made your way home, you were not going to spend a fortune getting a taxi and get stuck in traffic just to go 7 streets over. just as your were rushing past a tree when an almighty bright light shot straight in front of you hitting the tree a massive crack was the last thing you heard and an almighty pain and didn't see again.

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The first thing you heard was screams, and the second thing you noticed was the fact you were lying on a beach, you could feel the grains of sand underneath your fingers, peering down at yourself you were wearing the same clothes you had gone to work in, yet you were nowhere near home, the nearest beach was 200 miles away and you don't think you would have not noticed going in a car to get there. So where the hell were you.

Standing up brushing the sand off my clothes, I looked towards where I could make out some steps, I set off to see where the hell I had turned up.

As soon as I got to the steps I could see rides, people dressed like they were from the 80s and a lot of people running around. I stumbled forward heading towards a shop which I could see had a newspaper stand out front like I'd seen in American movies. I peer in and spot the year 1987, I stared in shock, I looked to the top corner, it said 'Santa Carla' I felt like I was going to throw up, I could feel myself getting light headed. I stumbled over to a bench and placed my head in my hands.

I had somehow ended up in America in the late 80s, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!?

I peered around trying not to throw up, my brain was going a million miles a minute, how the hell had I gone back in time. The last thing I remembered was walking home in the thunder storm and seeing a bright light and then nothing.

I panic, feeling my chest, my arms trying to find burn marks, nothing appeared to be on me, 'I must have died' I couldn't help thinking. 'How else would I have ended up going back in time, to freaking America'. A sob escaped my lips, I couldn't believe this was really happening, I pinched myself sharply on the arm to double check I wasn't dreaming.

I stand up from the bench when I finally feel like my heart isn't going to beat out of my chest, I slowly walk down what appears to be some sort of boardwalk, I get towards the end and lean against some metal bars which over looked the sea. Wiping the tears from my face I start to worry about where I am going to sleep tonight, how I'm going to live.

A sharp pain slices through my arm, I look down at my arm, the name 'Michael' is practically glowing red'. Turning around I spot another person grabbing their arm in pain, his eyes meet my own, his head turns to look me in the eyes as he steps towards me, "Hi, I'm Michael," he says as he takes a tentative step towards me. You can tell he's nervous, hell; I'm nervous. I've just gone back in time, and now I'm meeting on of my soulmates?!

"Uhm, nice to meet you, I'm Y/N" I say stumbling over my words, I look him up and down, he's pretty; wild dark hair, dark eyes. He's beautiful. I can't help but feel plain while stood next to him.

He steps towards me, his hand caresses my arm, in the spot where my soulmate mark is, he looks towards my arm and spots the names written on there. A frown marred his features, he slowly takes in the names; his frown turns into a scowl. It makes his face seem to take a different look, his eyes seeming to yellow out of nowhere, which surely must be the light?

His fingers grasp my wrist bringing it closer to his face, he looks up at me, "I think you should come with me, y/n." he says as he looks around at his surroundings like he's expecting someone to jump out at any moment.

Chapter 2

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[chubbyreaderchan]

Ask First

Poly! Lost Boys (David Centric) x Plus Sized!Reader

They/them pronouns for the reader so any reader can enjoy it. :)

David says fuck and reader crochets. 🤷‍♀️

David laid in their bed smoking a cigarette. They had just having some rambunctious activities and everyone was winding down. Dwayne was reading one of their lover's books. Paul was playing music and smoking weed. Marko was busying himself with the pet in the house. All the while, (Y/n) was taking a shower.

All was peaceful.

Until (Y/n) showed up and David sat straight, a look of annoyance on his handsome face.

"Are those my underwear?" He growled.

They looked down at their squishy body. They rubbed their cheek awkwardly for a quick moment and laughed.

"Yeah, you... Left them here last time and I never got around to giving them back. I sort of adopted them," they responded.

David's look soured more.

"Did you ask?" He growled.

"No," they responded.

"That's my shirt, isn't it?" Paul said next.

"Maybe,"

Paul shrugged. "That's fine babe, but ask next time,"

That's when they had their turn to be irritated. They looked at David and shook their head.

"You all take my stuff all the time without asking," they pointed out.

"Yeah well, it's the principle," David said. "You need to ask. Keep them, but ask,"

They looked even more annoyed.

"David you take something from my house every time you are here. If it fits in your pocket you take it," they pointed out.

"Dwayne takes my books and never returns them,"

Dwayne closes the book in his hand and sets it on their desk.

"Paul takes my music albums and my socks," they glared.

Paul laughs. Far too gone to care.

"And Marko takes my underwear,"

Marko smirks.

"Guilty," he admits.

"Well that's different," David growled. "We always intend to return them,"

They stare at the leader of the biker gang.

"Name one time,"

Silence.

"Actually, as far as I'm concerned those socks and underwear belong to Paul and Marko. Who knows how crusty those are now,"

"Hey!" Marko protested.

"Kitten, that's not fair," David huffed.

They huffed and plopped on the bed.

"I don't like my stuff being placed I don't know about. We don't want evidence somewhere," he said with a tinge of irritation in his voice. David didn't care that much, like he said it was the principle. Hell, he loved that they wore his stuff.

"Is it because I stretched it?" They asked.

David was pulled from his thoughts.

"The fuck?" He said shock. "No, I don't give a shit about that," he said coolly. "Just let me know," he breathed.

They nodded. It seemed more like a possession thing for David. A control issue.

"You said you planned on giving me my things back?"

David nods and takes a drag of his cigarette.

"What about the Mothman I crocheted?"

"That one I didn't borrow. It's mine and you know it," he pointed at them.

"Wait you crocheted mothman?" Paul said.

"I want to see it," Marko said.

"No, it's mine," David hissed.

"That's not fair! I want to see it," Paul complained.

"No, it's mine and mine alone," he snapped.

Paul and Marko looked a shade of disappointed.

"I can make another one?" They offered.

That seemed to cheer the boys right up.

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[kurt-nightcrawler]

Baby Blonde

Paul x Reader

Summary: Paul is a sensitive guy

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

Word Count: 1.5k

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

Or that’s at least what everyone thought. 

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

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

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

–

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

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

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

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

–

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

“Baby?” he called out.

You grunted in response.

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

And then it hit him. 

Your period. 

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

“Baby I want–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 —

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

“Good morning Sleeping Beauty,” someone teased. 

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

“Marko, hey. How long was I asleep?”

“Too long, according to Paul.” 

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

“…”

“Marko…”

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

“Marko...”

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

“What? When did I do that?” 

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

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

“Yeah, I know.” 

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

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

You rolled your eyes, “Maybe later.”

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

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

“I’m gonna see what he’s up to.” 

“Okay.” 

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

“Shut up,” You scoffed. 

—

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

“Paul…” 

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

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

“Or is it Laddie?” You joked. 

“It’s me,” Paul quietly replied. 

“Can I come in, baby?” 

“Sure.”

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

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

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

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

“You… You wouldn’t cuddle with me…”

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

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

“I know—“

“And I wanna cuddle”

“—I know—“

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

“My meds just didn’t kick in.”

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

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

“It’s fine.” It was not fine. 

“Paul… you don’t have to lie to me.”

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

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

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

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

Paul laughed a little. 

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

“–But I am an animal.”

You frowned, “Not the point here.”

“Right, sorry.”

“It’s okay. Are we good?” 

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

“Will do.”

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

“Of course baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

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[britany1997]

Poly!Lost Boys! x Depressed!Fem!Reader? The reader is in a funky funky, and the boys work their charms to give her all the love and encouragement she needs to thrive and overcome the bullshit?

The Sun Rises

Of course I can write this for you! Sorry it took so long I did quite a bit of research for this, I wanted to do this prompt justice❤️

Warnings: Major Depressive Disorder

Poly! Lost Boys x Fem! Reader

NOTE: My research for this was on female depression and how it manifests itself, but I realized on my second read through that I had only used one gendered term, so I took it out. So this can be read GN.

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You sat staring at the unfinished painting on your desk. Willing yourself to just bring your brush down to it, to feel inspired, to feel anything other than numb. But instead of adding to your creation, you sighed and brought your brush to the sink. You watched as the colors stained the water red and ran down the sink, until nothing was left on the brush but the taupe of the pokey bristles.

Lately you’d been feeling like the brush, like all the color had been drained out of you. This feeling wasn’t foreign. Sometimes you felt stagnant, like a non playable character in the game that was your life, letting moments pass you by. Being there but not being a part of them, at least not how you wanted to be.

It had been four days since you’d managed to make it down to the boardwalk. It made you feel guilty, but you just couldn’t make yourself go. You felt trapped. Your prison not a physical place but a cage inside your mind, one where your means of escape was not visible. When you got like this, it was hard to believe there was an escape.

You crossed your arms and ran your hands up and down them, trying to comfort yourself. Fatigue washed over you as your body moved towards your bed. You should change out of your jeans into pajamas, you should shower before bed, you should brush your teeth, but almost against your will, your eyes closed instead.

Before you could drift off, you heard a soft tapping at your window. You cringed. There were only four (almost) people that could be tapping on the window of your fifth floor apartment. You contemplated just staying in bed, pretending you weren’t there, but you figured you owed them an explanation as to why you’d missed out on so many date nights. (Also you were pretty sure they could smell you, damn heightened vampire senses).

You sighed as you opened the window and Paul fell through. “Hey sugar!” He greeted you smiling. If he was frustrated by your behavior these past few days, he certainly wasn’t showing it.

“Hi,” you said dryly.

His smile faltered.

Marko stumbled through the window after him, “damn babe,” he grumbled, “we need to get you a bigger window, I don’t know how Dwayne thinks he’s gettin’ through here.”

“You’re all here?” You asked the two blonds.

“No,” David said shimming through the window, “we just sent these two idiots to check on the love of our life after you’ve been gone all week.”

“I seem to remember a certain idiot fixing your bike yesterday,” Paul shot with his eyebrows raised.

David rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to retort.

“Don’t,” Dwayne said, sliding through the window, “you’re all getting distracted. We didn’t come here to put on a shit show.”

Paul and David both breathed out and turned to you. As you looked around your room, it seemed all eyes were on you. Their gaze made you feel smaller than you had already. “What?” You asked timidly, hugging yourself.

“Where’ve you been?” David asked pointedly

Paul turned to him and glared, “we’re not here to accuse you,” Paul told you while accosting David, “we just want to know what’s wrong. Did we do something? Tell us babe so we can make it better.” He reached for you but you recoiled a bit, unsure of how to verbalize how you felt.

Paul’s face fell, “please,” he begged, “I’ll do anything for you, tell me and I’ll fix it.”

The other boys watched you as you fidgeted from foot to foot, your gaze trained on the floor, “We just wanna help baby,” Dwayne spoke.

You sighed, “it’s nothing you did,” you said looking up from the ground and at them, “it’s me, it’s how I feel, that’s the problem.” You desperately tried to stop your tears but they fell anyway. You wiped them away as quickly as they appeared, “I didn’t want you to see me like this, I didn’t want to be a burden, I’m sorry.”

Dwayne’s brow furrowed and he stepped forward to cradle you in his arms, you grabbed at his jacket and buried your face into his chest as you cried. “Never, ever apologize for that.” He spoke after you had calmed down a bit, “You are not a burden. You could never be a burden, not to us, not to anyone.”

You gasped and looked up into his eyes, they stared at you soulfully. “Do you think we only wanted the shallow parts of you? Do you think we’re only with you for the fun times? For the sex?” He asked, disbelief in his tone. “We love you for all of you. Every part of you, even the parts you don’t like, we love those too.” Tears pricked at your eyes once more.

He cupped your face with his hands, speaking slowly and intentionally, “you never need to hide any part of yourself from us, even the hard parts, we want you to share them with us.” Your eyes searched his face for any sign he was joking or putting you on, but you found none.

“If you find yourself under a dark cloud, we’ll gladly stand with you in the rain, even if it means getting drenched.” You smiled up at him with watery eyes.

You were pulled from his embrace into Marko’s, “I know what it’s like to feel like your emotions are ‘too much’ for people,” he told you, “sometimes I get so angry I feel like I can’t control it, like it just comes bubbling out of me.” Your brow furrowed as you stared into his eyes.

“But do you love me any less because of how I feel? Because of who I am sometimes?” He asked.“No.” you replied immediately, “I don’t love you any less.”

He smiled, “that’s right.” He said, “and we wouldn’t love you any less for the way that you feel, for the way that you are.” He assured you. “Dwayne was right, we want every part of you, we love all of you.”

You sighed, “you can’t fix it you know?” You asked them, “it’s not something you fix. Sometimes I feel this way, and it’s never gonna go away, not fully. I take medication sometimes and that helps, but I am going to feel like this sometimes.”

David pushed through the other boys and pulled you against his chest, “you don’t need to be fixed,” he told you, “but you do need to be loved, and that’s what we’re here for. It’s what we’ve always been here for.” He whispered in your ear.

“Thank you,” you said to all of them, shooting them a half smile.

“No need to thank us baby,” Paul said, shifting you from David’s arms into his own, rocking you back and forth gently as you nuzzled into his shoulder, “thanks for letting us in.”

“To your heart AND to your apartment,” Marko said. You laughed at his stupid joke, as David smacked him on the back of the head.

“Can you all…stay here tonight?” You asked them.

“Of course sugar,” Paul answered for all the boys, “we’ll stay as long as you need.”

He sat down on the bed and pulled you onto his lap. Dwayne headed to the kitchen to make you a cup of your favorite tea. David got to work putting up your black out curtains over each window, so they could stay as long as you needed them to. Marko riffled through your drawers, looking for a comfy pair of pajamas you could wear.

As you watched them shuffle through your things from Paul’s arms, you felt warmth spread through you. You felt less like the brush at the bottom of your sink, and more like yourself. You looked up at Paul as he cuddled you, he smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. They made it easy to believe that they truly did love every part of you.

You smiled a bit as you stroked Paul’s arm, resting in the truth that there was nothing you could do to turn them away. Not now, not ever.

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[transgenderknothead]

Protection

Pairing: Poly!Lost Boys x Vampire!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Summary: (Takes place towards end of the movie) Reader protects the boys from Michael, Sam, and the Frog brother’s.

Warnings: Blood, Major character death, maybe spoilers

I sensed them before they’d even entered the cave, waking me up immediately. I pretended to be asleep, until I could tell what they were doing. I snapped my eyes open just before they could reach Marko and let out a hiss that woke up my boys.

“Get away from him!” I launched myself at the young boys, chasing them out of the cave, followed by David. I pulled David back, keeping him from falling into the sun as the young boys ran to where I knew Michael was waiting. 

“They have, Star and Laddie,” I growled, I never liked Star anyway, but Dwayne would be crushed at the disappearance of the kid. 

“We have to wait until nightfall,” David mumbled next to me.

“I know that, Love,” I rested my hand on his cheek briefly, walking back into the nest, “are you alright, Marko?”

He nodded at me rushing into my arms quickly. I pet his hair for a few moments, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

“Go back to sleep, I’ll let you know when we’re going,” I move to sit at the entrance of the cave.

When it was time, I already sensed all of their traps. Telling the boys to wait for me on the edge of the property instead. They hadn’t accounted for me, or the fact that I was more experienced with hunter’s than any of the boys. And I had the scar on my hip to prove it.

“I hope you’re ready to learn what Lost Boy style is,” I sang into the empty halls, laughing to myself lightly. I smelled him first, the dog. I jumped out of his way, clinging to the ceiling, looking for someone else to deal with.

“Don’t worry Michael,” I called out, “i won’t kill your dog, I’m just here for you!”

I flew towards his shadow, allowing him to pin me.

“Where are they!” He yelled, I laughed, even as one of the boys pointed an arrow at my face.

“You’ve lost,” one of the Frog boys spoke, “why do you find this funny.”

I laughed harder at his statement, taking them all by surprise when I shoved my hand through Michael’s chest.

“Oh my god!”

I laughed as I chased them through the house, ripping them apart as I caught them. I caught a glance at Paul watching me from the window, sheer puppy love and adoration in his eyes. I had left and met the boys quickly, Paul and Marko throwing themselves at me with affection.

“And look who I got back,” Laddie ran right into Dwayne, a small smile appearing on my lover’s lips. Marko and Paul continued showering me in kisses, cleaning up the blood on my hands. 

“Okay, Okay,” I laughed when the kisses started to tickle, “I love you boys, I do, but I need to be able to move.

“No,” Paul countered, wrapping strong arms around me.

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[misslavenderlady]

Hello Lavender I recently came across your page your writing is wonderful and I love it. May I request demon The lost boys + Micheal x nun reader smut very smutty if your up for it. I can’t wait to read this wonderful story you have planned out :).

Mary On A Cross 🛐

David/Marko/Dwayne/Paul/Michael/Female!Reader

Summary: Just because you're a holy woman on sacred ground doesn't mean you're safe from the temptations of Hell. The true test of your faith will be when five demons come to play~

Thank you @xxryn for the writing request! I appreciate your patience. This came out so much longer than I planned. I'm not Catholic (or even religious for that matter), but I did a lot of research about the church and nuns. Forgive me if some stuff isn't accurate.

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Dub Con, Nun!Reader, Female!Reader, Virgin!Reader, Sex Dreams, Temptation, Religion Kink, Shame, Confessions, Prayer, Demons/Incubus, Teratophilia, Flirting, Pet Names, Groping, Pretending to be a priest, Sex on an Altar, Sex in a church, Group Sex, Vaginal Sex, Taking virginity, Nippleplay, Licking, Spanking, Dom/Sub, Clit rubbing, Mutual masturbation, Circle jerk, Dirty Talk, Praying, Creampie, Sex feeding

“Bless me Father for I have sinned. It has been a week since my last confession. These are my sins.”  

You really felt like a failure for having to do this, but it was absolutely necessary. The struggles you were dealing with had worsened recently, and you feared that your will was being tested. Still, you had to be strong. That was why you were in the confessional, sharing your sins with the hidden priest.  

For as long as you could remember, you were devoted to your religion. It was a significant part of your life growing up. You attended many christenings, weddings, and funerals held at your family’s church of choice. Rain or shine, you went every Sunday to sing and pray. Your teen years were a balancing act between academic life and your duties for the church. Every authority figure in your life praised you for being such a good kid.  

So that’s what you decided to devote yourself to as an adult. You knew nothing of life besides faith, so you followed the path to becoming a nun. It was no small task to complete, yet you were more than dedicated. You gave up your luxuries, promised your vows, and joined your convent to live a humble life that was fully devoted to God. It was hard work, yet you handled it with ease.  

That was, until recently.  

Temptations had begun to creep into your daily life, attempting to slip into the cracks of your spirit and corrupt your very soul. Though such things would seem normal to an average person, you were a woman of God. You had to be disciplined, and you knew the smallest tests of faith could spiral out of control.  

It had started with rather sensual dreams that you had in the dead of night. Every time you slipped into a deep slumber, visions of handsome men and bare bodies danced around in your mind. They whispered lewd promises and sang out the most depraved moans you’d ever heard. The first time you had such a dream, you had woken with a start, completely drenched in sweat. You were sure you were ill with some kind of fever.  

But it didn’t stop after that.  

It was a bit different each time. Sometimes you saw a blond. Other times it was a brunet. One night, the voices promised to be gentle and make love to you. The next night, the voices demanded to fuck you like a wild animal. It made your head spin with each passing night. Though you never really remembered the faces when you woke up, you always had a dripping heat in between your legs. Cold showers had certainly become your friend.  

The shame you felt was getting worse. Everything you knew about sex was from the educational courses in school long ago. That, and there were some rather colorful remarks made by the boys whenever you wore a skirt to class. Such temptations never swayed you before, but this time was different.  

You desperately tried to pour yourself into your work. You chanted plenty of Hail Marys, spent hours each day praying and read the bible over and over again. Whenever a charity event was planned, you were the hardest worker involved. Your fellow nuns were so proud of the work you did, yet you still held a pang of guilt deep inside.  

That’s why you were confessing these sins today. You shared these erotic dreams with the intention of clearing your conscience.  

“I cannot silence these dreams, Father,” you said in exasperation. “It has gotten to a point where I can feel my mind slipping back to them during the day. Whenever I try to do my work for God, I see these images of lust and I feel...dirty.”  

“I see. While you are a faithful woman to God, it is important to remember that you are still human. We all have temptations that make us stray from the path, but we all find our way in the end,” the priest explained to you. “In fact, you truly have not done anything wrong for these are visions beyond your control. After all, you have not done anything to act on such desires.”  

Your stomach twisted with guilt. It reminded you of your days of youth when you confessed to silly things like sneaking a treat from the cookie jar or lying to your parents about where you went with your friends after school. You never did anything truly wild, but the guilt made you feel small and weak.  

“That’s the problem, Father. I...like those dreams. I find myself wanting to act on the desires they give me. Wanting to experience that pleasure...oh God, help me, I’m so ashamed...”  

Every time you dreamed of sexual conquests beyond your wildest imaginations, you felt the need to quench your thirst grow stronger and stronger. There was a time long ago when you had realized how good it felt to rub yourself on your pillow, but you were too scared of the consequences to complete your pleasure. The temptation to explore your body and satisfy the lustful ache was worsening.  

“My child,” the priest interrupted your thoughts. “You are not alone in this world. There will always be love and appreciation for who you are. These dreams are a test for you, nothing more. A test of what you are truly capable of. It may be scary, but you must have faith in yourself. Perhaps you will find that you will become stronger than you ever imagined. It will all be okay in the end; I can promise you that.”  

You exhaled, still wary of what you were experiencing, but feeling a lot better thanks to the kind words of the priest who listened to your confession. There was genuine care in his voice, and you appreciated him for not being judgmental of your struggle.  

"Should you find yourself facing the temptation again, come to the sacred ground of the church so you can share these struggles alone with God. You may find that solitude will provide the clarity you need to overcome this challenge and come out stronger than ever." 

That was certainly something you could do. With a hail Mary and a thank you to the priest, you stepped out of the confessional. You would keep his words of guidance in mind as you went about your duties for the day.  

With the moon shining down to bring another beautiful night, it was time to sleep. Your plain, white nightgown was draped over your frame, ready to keep you warm and safe during the hours of slumber. You prayed before tucking yourself in, asking for a dreamless sleep.  

Though as you shut your eyes and drifted off, that prayer was swiftly proven to go ignored.  

It was so innocent at first. Nothing but pure silence in your dreams as you rest. Then the familiar forms of your frequent visitors appeared before you. They weren’t entirely clear in your vision, but you knew these were the men you had seen night after night. One stood out more than the others, a faded image of platinum hair and a long coat. Even with his face hidden, you knew he was smirking. He always was.  

“She’s ready for us,” he purred. His voice was muffled as if he was speaking underwater. A gloved hand reached out to you, caressing the side of your face. Even in your sleep, the sensation felt so real. It made you want to squirm away, but your body remained paralyzed. 

“Now now, my pet. Do not fight us. We’ve waited for this night for so long.”  

The other figures moved closer, each moving to a different side of you. They trapped you in a circle, hovering over you. You could not see their eyes, but you certainly could feel them watching you. Never before had you felt so vulnerable.  

Playful giggles teased your ears, mocking you as their hands caressed your body. Still, your ability to move was taken away and you could not get yourself to wake up. The more these figures played with you, the stronger your fear became.  

You were under their control, up until the moment when the leader of this nefarious gang of dream monsters finally revealed his eyes to you. Yellow. Sickly yellow in a sea of red.  

“It’s time to wake up.” 

The spell was broken, and your eyes shot open. Your body was free and immediately shot up in a panicked jolt as your senses finally came back. Goosebumps were littered across your skin and your heart was pumping faster than ever. Those hands that touched you. They felt so real. Like it wasn’t in a dream.  

That wasn’t the scariest part though. What truly struck fear into your heart was how wet you were. The slick in between your legs could not be ignored. Your thighs clenched together, trying to fight off the tingling sensation that taunted you so. Even though the dream frightened you, it enticed you as well. The battle for maintaining your status as a holy woman was still going on.  

You had to fight for your faith. 

With a toss of your bed sheets, you slipped on your shoes and dressed in your robe and habit. A bible was held in one hand and your rosary beads in the other. The cover of darkness cloaked you as you maneuvered around corridors and corners, making your way to the church.  

You knew the path well. Day and night you prayed away in the church of your convent. It was a place of safety, and seeing the familiar statues and stained glass when you opened the doors immediately washed away most of your fears. The soft glow of candlelight beckoned you, giving a warm welcome as you kneeled in front of the altar. With the sign of the cross, you prayed. 

“Lord, with your bright and open heart, forgive me for showing darkness to the light. Putting my back, to what is right was wrong, and I have sinned against you. Forgive me, O merciful one, because I have relished my wrongs and I am sorry for what I have done. Lord I am ready to continue following in your footsteps. Take me from the dark. Hear me now, O lord. Amen.” 

Satisfied with your prayer, you basked in the silence of the church, taking the time to think about what you had done. You were strong. You were devoted.  

But you certainly weren’t alone.  

“Now what's so bad about the dark~?” 

Your eyes shot open at the sound of a voice speaking to you. It wasn’t across the room, but rather right behind you. Turning your head around, you were face to face with a visitor in your church. A man towered above your kneeling form, dark clothes draped over him, and hair striking platinum.  

This man was so very familiar. Though you didn’t know who he was, your gut was telling you that this was someone you had seen night after night. Still, you couldn’t believe such a thing. Surely, this was not the one that danced around in your dreams. It had to be some kind of coincidence. 

“Wh-who are you, Sir?” you questioned timidly. With your eyes locked on the man, you rose to your feet, clutching your rosary as tightly as possible.  

The closer you got to him, the better you could study his features. He was a truly beautiful man. Stubbled cheeks and icy blue eyes. You were a celibate woman, but you were still human. The priest you spoke to had reminded you of such a thing when you went into confession. Still, you would not be swayed.  

“Why, my sweet little darling, don’t you recognize me?”  

Your heart dropped in your chest. The blood in your veins went ice cold. This couldn’t possibly be happening.  

“I think she’s shy, David.” 

The new voice immediately made you jump in fright, as it was spoken right next to you. While clinging to your chest, you looked to the side to find a man with dark hair and eyes gazing intensely at you. Where on Earth did he come from? 

“I think you’re right, Dwayne. What’s goin’ on with her, Paul?” 

To the other side, a shorter man with flowing curls of gold eyed you hungrily. There was pure wickedness in his hazel eyes, and you did not like that at all.  

“Wait a minute, who wants to know, Marko?”  

Another. Right behind you. A shriek came from your mouth as you spun around, coming face to face with a blond-haired, blue-eyed man lounging casually on the altar. The four strangers snickered at your reaction, clearly amused by your fear.  

This really wasn’t good. You were a woman all alone in the church, surrounded by four incredibly intimidating men. There was no way any good could come out of such a situation. All you could do was grasp at the cross around your neck and pray to God to show you mercy.  

The one they called David took your hand, moving you so you would face him again. His smirk grew wider as he brought your hand up, kissing the back of it. The way his beard scratched at your soft skin made you feel dizzy. A twinkle danced in his eye, no doubt from the amusement of how timidly you reacted to such a gesture.  

“We’ve been visiting you night after night, my dear,” he cooed. “Surely you would recognize the sounds of lust we sang to you while you slept~” 

Before you could even get a word out, the other three men pushed in closer to you. They each moaned and whispered lewdly, perfectly clear for you to listen. Your cheeks flushed at the sounds, completely overwhelmed. All the while, David watched with delight.  

“I...STOP! Stop it!” you cried out. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re not welcome here!” 

“Awww that’s not true, sweetheart,” Paul giggled behind you. “Aren’t all God’s kids welcome and all that?” 

“I dunno, Paulie. We’re not exactly related to ‘God’. Quite the opposite,” Marko added. 

Something about that made your stomach churn. There was something far more sinister in what he meant. You trembled as the boys traded looks with one another. They surely weren’t up to any good. You were about to find out just how dangerous they truly were.  

“I think it’s about time we show you exactly who...or rather what we are~” David smirked.  

You didn’t know what to expect by such a confusing statement. It was only when the blue in David’s eyes faded away and the glow of gold took its place that you realized how grave the situation was. They were the same demonic eyes you saw before you awoke.  

And the transformation only got worse.  

Before your very eyes, David and the other boys morphed into inhuman creatures. Their figures towered higher and their hands stretched out longer, talon-like claws growing from the tips. They salivated with mouthfuls of fangs. The clothes on their bodies faded into mere clouds of smoke, leaving their beautiful figures completely bare. Without the clothing, they had the freedom to show what they had been hiding behind their backs.  

Deep, crimson wings unfurled from their shoulders, stretching out to present their truly massive size. The shape and form mimicked that of bats, only far more jagged and sharp in appearance. Impish tails slithered out as well, slithering across the ground much like snakes.  

You were speechless. Horrified. Demons were right here in your church, completely surrounding you. Your body felt hollow, nothing but the void of dread swallowing you whole. There wasn’t even strength in your voice to scream.  

If it weren’t for the doors of the church opening up at the other side of the church, you would have been paralyzed with fear for eternity. Your prayers must have been answered because a priest was standing in the doorway. Young and strong, just the hero you needed.  

"HELP ME, FATHER!" you screamed out, finding the strength to push past the demons and sprint straight into the holy man's arms.  

"What's going on here?" he asked, holding you close. You already felt much safer in his embrace. His voice seemed familiar. Comforting.  

"There are demons! Real, unholy demons on sacred ground!" you cried out. He held you tighter as you hid from the sight of the monsters. "You must perform an exorcism at once! Please!!" 

The priest soothed you, holding you close to his chest. Demonic laughter taunted your fears. You couldn’t understand why they were so powerful in a church, but you had faith in the priest and his ability to cast them out. They had to be vulnerable in some way.  

“I’m so sorry. I really am. Please forgive me...” 

Before you could even ask what he was apologizing for, David spoke out to him directly.  

“You did your job, Michael. Get out of that ridiculous disguise and bring our little lady over here.” 

In a flash, your heart stopped in your chest. The man who you thought was coming to your rescue was one of the monsters. He proved it as much as he transformed before your very eyes. His chest and arms shifted around you morphing into unnatural length. The priest disguise faded away and his own pair of demon wings stretching outward. 

Gazing into his glowing eyes, you could swear there was still a human glint remaining. Perhaps his guilt was true for betraying you. Still, that certainly didn’t stop him from lifting you up into his arms and holding you tightly so he could carry you back toward his beastly friends.  

“NO! God in Heaven, save me!!” you screamed out, striking Michael’s chest with your fists in vain.  

“God ain’t here, babydoll~” Dwayne chuckled. 

“We’re the only beings you’re gonna worship now~” Paul added.  

Your body trembled as the five beings watched you carefully. They were so much bigger and stronger compared to you. When David reached forward to caress your cheek, you winced, fearful of how easily he could hurt you.  

“C’mon, darling girl, there’s no need to be frightened,” he cooed. Michael passed you to him, whispering another apology before letting you go. David smiled down at you as he carried you up the steps that you had been kneeling on just moments ago.  

“We’re not here to hurt you. Nor are we here to bring you to Hell. That’s not the kinda thing we do with humans~” 

He nodded towards Marko, silently signaling the curly-haired demon to clear the items at the altar so he had space to put you down. The man smirked with delight before swiping his claws over the table, letting the holy objects clatter to the floor below.  

You felt utterly dirty being laid down over the altar from the look of mischievousness in his eyes. There was a growing fear of just what would he would do. How could you possibly trust his word to not bring you any harm? 

“My brothers and I are very special demons,” he explained. You whined as his clawed fingers gripped at your habit. That too was tossed aside, letting your hair become exposed. “We are incubi. Do you know what that is, dear?” 

As a matter of fact, you did.  

They were creatures that fed on the desires of man. Usually, they manifested in dreams and had “sex” with their victims as a way to obtain their energy. Now all of those dirty images you dreamt of made sense. They were the monsters that tempted you so with lust.  

“I’m sorry, honey. David’s kind of mean about these things,” Michael chimed in. He was perched at the other side of the altar, fingers petting your hair as an act of kindness. “I told you, they are nothing to be ashamed of. We’re more than happy to give you the things you want. We feel good when you feel good.” 

Now you were really upset. You looked at Michael with disgust in your heart.  

“You....you monster! I trusted you! I didn’t talk to an actual priest! My sins....oh they haven’t been forgiven...” 

While you wept in fear and frustration, the other boys crowded. Though you wanted to scream out in terror, you silenced yourself when you found no danger in their touch. The boys shushed and cooed in your ears, kissing and massaging you while David and Michael still held you down.  

They were demons. Monsters that would surely destroy you. And yet, their touch made you feel....good. Amazing, in fact. You had never experienced the embrace of a lover, yet they were far more delightful than you had anticipated.  

Surely it was their power influencing you. Clouding your judgment.  

“We’re still good on our word, darling. Our very nature is to bring pleasure to beauties such as yourself~”  

David's fingers traced over your hipbones, teasing you before slinking over your inner thighs. Though you tensed at how close he was getting, the others lulled you back into your sense of calm. 

“We’ve had our eyes on you for quite some time now. We sent little Michael here to act as our eyes and ears and study you better. You are truly an adorable thing. Sweet. Innocent. Virginal.” 

A soft gasp fell from your lips as his hands slipped under your robe, claws pulling at your underwear. You shivered as the fabric slipped down your legs. All around you, the boys eyed the garment with hunger, no doubt getting anxious to divulge in your body.  

“We don’t just want to take you, my dear,” David whispered. You shook terribly as he grabbed at your legs, opening them up like the gates of Heaven. He was pressed up against your lower body, teasing you with his length. This was really happening.  

You were going to lose your virginity to a demon. God would never forgive you for this, but your body would never want to forget it.  

“Tonight, we’re going to make you our bride. And that means....consummating the marriage~” 

The last thing you heard before he sunk in was the devious laughter of his demon brothers. Immediately, your back arched and your cunt clenched, so unfamiliar with such a sensation. To your shock, he slid in easily, despite being so massive. You hadn’t realized how soaked you were up until that very moment. God, you really had been so blind to how much you wanted this.  

“Fuuuuuck, this pussy is perfect,” David growled, his voice far too low and distorted to be human. The others watched in delight, each enjoying the show. Still, they didn’t forget about you.  

Dwayne’s tongue and teeth played with the skin of your neck, finding patterns that made you squeal the loudest. Marko’s hands lewdly groped you through your robe, pinching the sensitive nipples underneath to make them stand out. Paul joined David’s work, nimble fingers traveling down over your clit to start a circling motion. It reminded you of your previous experience with experimentation.  

Michael was truly the sweetest out of them all. He held your face in his hands as he leaned in to kiss you. He wasn’t a deviant like the others. There was genuine romance in the way he kissed. It gave you that fluttery sensation in your stomach that your friends in school had talked about.  

“Are you frightened now, my little love?” David asked, watching you closely.  

“I....ooooh..mm!!....a....l-little...” you mewled. He filled you so deeply, it was impossible to concentrate on anyone but him. “Oh....I’ll tr-truly be sent to Hell....for th-this....” 

That made the others giggle playfully. You had broken your vow to God, and they were enjoying every moment of it.  

“Aww dontcha worry, babygirl,” Dwayne cooed in between licks. 

“Why don’t you say one of your prayers?” Marko suggested, flashing a fanged grin.  

“I’m sure God will forgive you for getting your cunt filled in a church if ya do~” Paul teased as he picked up the pace, getting you to wiggle and sigh some more. 

While your body was caught up in the intense pleasure, you got your mind back on the prayer you said every day. David threw your legs over his shoulders, pushing in deeper inside you. Seeing you so helpless was truly driving him wild. 

“Our Father, who art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy Name.....Thy Kingdom come...oooh...Thy will be d-done in earth....A-As it is...nmmm!..in heaven..” 

You prayed quietly, gripping tight to your rosary as David kept up his thrusting. He and the others were so wild, yet they worked so perfectly together. Your attempts to cling to your holy ways only added fuel to the fire within them. They each toyed with you more and more, hungry for you in all your innocent glory. 

“Say it louder, pet,” David demanded. He struck your ass with a spank to further the point. “Be a good girl for us~” 

“Give us this d-day...our....our daily bread...aaahh...and forgive us our trespasses, as w-we forgive those that trespass....f-fu..against us..!!” 

There was something happening inside you. Something that you never experienced before. It was growing stronger by the minute, ready to consume your entire being. It made your mind go fuzzy, and it paired well with the fast thrusting of David’s cock. Your voices and sounds of sex echoed off the church walls.  

“That’s it, sweetheart~” Michael whispered. He and the others had each begun to stroke themselves while David took you. The flush in your cheeks only got stronger when you saw their massive cocks around you. They all made the most vulgar sounds.  

David was fucking you faster now, no doubt to chase his own rising pleasure. You didn’t know what would happen, but you wanted it.  

“And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil...For....For thine is the kingdom, th-the power, and the gl...glory...For....e-ever and ever....Amen!” 

By what was surely a miracle of God himself, you managed to finish your prayer. Just at the right time too, as your built-up desire finally overcame you, hitting you swiftly with pleasure.  

“OOOhhh my God, David!!” you cried out for the demon. Your beautiful voice calling his name finally allowed the incubus to climax as well. He pushed himself in as much as he could, cumming deep within your sacred body. His brothers followed closely, all growling out while they marked you with their seed.  

You shuddered from the unfamiliar sensation. It was so warm and gooey on your body, and it absolutely ruined your robes. Still, all you could truly think about was how amazing they looked after all of it. David, especially, was looking quite satisfied.  

They hadn’t lied. You truly had an amazing time. If they weren’t monsters from Hell, you would have thought it was like being blessed by an angel. They certainly were beautiful enough to be such beings. But while you were feeling drowsy with how relaxed you were, the five of them had a newfound energy. After all, they technically had just fed.  

And by the way they were licking their lips and eyeing you carefully, you had a strong feeling they wanted some dessert too.  

“Ooooh you’re never getting rid of us now, sweet girl,” David purred. “We’re gonna have a hell of a night with our new wife~” 

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#the lost boys #tlb #ao3 fic #my fic #writing request #nsft #smut

[hypocriticalspicewrites]

What is aftercare like with each of the boys?✨🌚

MJ~💕

Teehee~ Heyyyy Wifeyyy 😚🩷🩷 Tysm for the juicy ask! 👀💦 I'm happy to give an answer.

The Boys and After Care?

𝔻𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕕

Aftercare isn't David's forte- if you want it to be very intimate at least. The most Chrysta would get is some sheets or a towel tossed to her to clean up and some clothes, either his own or hers if he hadn't ripped them apart yet. 👀 He's really rough so he's asking her the usual afterwards. "Are you okay?" "Nothing hurts too bad, yeah?" "Felling fine?" Etc. The few times he's accidentally gone a little too hard on Chrysta while she was still human and made her black out was the times he was more gentle after, but other than that he leaves her to take care of herself post-sex haze. So it's not very romantic or intimate, but he's probably the more attentive with it and her and the boys comfort afterwards.

𝘿𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚

Dwayne comes in a hot second for being very good with aftercare. He's making sure Chrysta is comfortable, if she needs anything, cleaning her and himself up while telling her how good she was for him or simple sweet nothings while carrying her off to her nest or to his own for the night. It's like two different sides of him- first he's super intimidating and making sure he leaves her unable to stand or see straight, then he's asking if she's hungry or needs a shower. He's very physical and intimate through it all as well, rubbing her shoulders or hips comfortingly, leaving kisses anywhere he possibly can. He's just 🩷🩷🩷🩷💦💦💦💦 DADDY DWAYNE

𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕

THE KING OF AFTERCARE RIGHT HERE 🙌 Paul is probably the best out of each the boys when it comes to taking care of their Pretty. He's already up and finding her some clothes to wear [always something of his after sex never hers.] Tossing her a blanket or pillow to use- even if it's not in the best condition. Asking her for any song request, and if he has any, he'll give her some snacks 'that isn't him.' He'll also give her something to clean herself up with, but won't let her do it, he'd rather take care of it. He loves making her or his boys feel pampered after a rough and or crazy session with him, it's the least he can do for his lovers. And then after it's all taken care of, on the rarest of nights when he isn't riled up for a hunt, he's snuggling up for some pillow talk and sweet nothings.

ꪑꪖꪹƙꪮ

Marko is kind of... Split. Is he very caring and gentle afterwards? Yes! He won't admit how much of a softy he is after he gets all his energy ran through. He's just not the best at cleaning up his mess afterwards is all... He'll usually follow Chrysta around like a lost puppy afterwards, checking up on her, asking if she needs any help getting cleaned up, sometimes he's seeking some words if he performed well enough or if he made her feel good.🥺 He's also like Paul when it comes to clothes- she has to wear something of his if she thinks she's gonna start walking around the cave after he'd marked her. He's also not against the ides of just laying in his nest for a while just enjoying one another and some pillow talk till she'd doze off.🧡

#🍒daily dose of cherry🍒 #🍒cherrys spice cabinet🔥 #self ship #fruitbats🦇🍒 #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #lost boys #tlb 1987 #tlb david #tlb dwayne #tlb paul #tlb marko

[nyxnygma]

Are You Gonna Take Your Pants Off or What || Poly!tlb

Poly!LostBoys x Fem!Reader

[mostly Paul x Reader]

Summary: Paul won’t take a shower so you have to persuade him..

Warnings: Smut, poly relationship, mentions of being hard, shower sex, penetration,illusions to Paul having a hair pulling kink, switch!Paul, switch!reader

Masterlist

You heard the loud noises of the bikes belonging to the boys and rushed to the window to open its. “You know you could always use the front door?” You giggled as David put his arm around your waist and pulled you into a kiss, the others repeating the action.

“Yeah but where’s the fun in that?” Paul shrugged.

“Do you think Paul smells?” Marko asked out of nowhere.

“Pardon?” You furrowed your brows.

“He is refusing to take a shower and he believes the sea water is fine in its own,” Dwayne explained as he sat down on the bed.

“I don’t need a shower!” Paul crossed his arms angrily, almost like a toddler having a tantrum.

“How about a bath?” You asked, utterly bewildered on what is his problem.

“Stewing in my own fifth? I’ll pass,” he scoffed in reply. “I like to keep it the old fashion way. The sea is all I need.”

“Have a shower for god’s sake,” David shook his head and sat on the chair in front of your vanity.

Before Paul got the chance to snap back, you got an idea. You pulled your top off, leaving the boys staring in shock at the random action, and started to walk to the bathroom. “Are you gonna carry on refusing to wash yourself or are you gonna take your pants off and follow me?”

You turned your head and stripped the remaining clothes off as you made your way to the bathroom, hearing his belt click was the only answer you needed. You turned the tap on and stepped into the hot water, Paul following ensuit. He then brought his hands up to your cheeks and pulled you into a deep kiss as he started to trail his rough hands down your body but you pushed away. “Turn around.” You demanded him. He gave you a confused look but did what you said. You stepped closer to the blond so you could trail you hands through his hair.

“Y/N,” he whined, “I can’t think of anything else but your tits against my back!”

“You don’t have to think. Just let me wash your hair,” You replied reaching for the pink shampoo bottle and squeezing the contents into your hand. “Put your head back.”

“But what if water gets in my-“ he was cut off by the tug of his hair and the moan the escaped his mouth. “Jeez Y/N. You really know how to make me hard.”

After your rinsed out the shampoo, you repeated the steps with the conditioner. Once you were finished, you spun him around so he was looking down at you and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into a deep kiss. His response was pushing you up against the wall and tapping your thighs to indicate you to wrap your legs firmly around his waist. “Your so fucking hot,” he breathed when he ended the kiss to admire your body. He lined himself up with your entrance, not wanting to wait another seconds, and slowly pushed in, you kissed down his neck to muffle your moans. Once he was balls deep inside you, he waited only a second before pulling out almost fully and slamming his cock roughly back inside fully. He was thrusts were set at fast brutal pace and you were scared you weren’t going to last long, by the whimpers and mutterings of sweet praise neither was Paul.

“Oh shit!” He cursed after five minutes, “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Wait for me,” You instructed, you were not far behind. He brought his hand from your waist down to you clit and rubbed it. “Fuck” you moaned, your nails dug into his shoulders.

After a minute you came hard around his cock. It only took a him a second before his movements got sloppier and his dick twitched, his seed was released into you.

“I actually quite like the ideas of showers now,” he chuckled. I looked at his hair, which was now flat and wet instead of fluffy and poofy, and giggled. You both got out of the shower and wrapped towels around yourselves. “The hairdryer is there on the table. You might need it,” You laughed and exited the bathroom; only to meet the eyes of 3 hungry men with noticeable bulges in their pants. It was going to be a long night.

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[phantomenby]

Chatterbox

For so long you had hated talking. Fearing social interaction and being at the mercy of others' scrutiny. But it was different with them, with your boys, they were so sweet with you, so understanding,

It had taken you months to make even a whisper. Your diagnosis wasn't on the harder end of things so to speak, but you still had to have a great level of trust to speak to someone, but your boys were special, something about them made you want to sing.

You still remembered the first time you spoke, how their eyes widened and you were showered with kisses and surrounded by purring chests.

"Do you want this one or that one?"

Marko was standing beside you, leaning over a booth that had popped up selling jewelry over the summer. He had all but dragged you there when you finally finished work, wanting to buy you something to match with him and the rest of the boys.

You had ended up getting a thick bangle, it was decorated with blue stones and was heavy on your wrist, the weight of it was grounding and you had fiddled with it the entire way back to where the other three were standing.

Soon enough Dwayne's arms had encompassed you, strong and protecting, keeping you safe and sound. He pressed a kiss to your jaw, nuzzling it before passing you to David who wrapped his arm possessively around your waist.

"Did you get something dear?"

Nodding you lifted your wrist, showing off the piece you had been adoring since it had been pushed over your hand.

Paul whined, complaining about how he wanted something to match with you, tussling with Marko who had apparently dishonored him.

Dwayne rolled his eyes, moving to lean beside you, "you two know the lady's gonna be there all summer right?"

Paul paused, Markos head trapped in his armpit "but I wanted to go with them!"

You giggled, "we can still go, it's open all night."

They all paused, eyes snapping to you. Paul's arms became slack and Marko rushed to you, picking you up and spinning you around, shouting his adoration for you.

"Oh, my little bunny!" You squeaked, voice vanishing as your face flushed, realizing what you had done.

From then on you had spoken a lot more, at some point you had become quite the talker, engaging in almost endless conversation about anything and everything. Your boys always indulged you, finding your voice rather soothing. They wanted nothing more than to hear it for an eternity.

You were nearing twenty now, still, the youngest compared to them but feeling older by the second. They wanted you to turn, suggesting that you would be better as one of their own, well a vampire, you were already theirs.

But no. You wanted to wait. You loved the sun, the daytime called to you even as your body clock changed to suit their needs.

The four of them had become quite irritable about it, but you just brushed it off, understanding how stubborn they could be.

The only thing on your mind was how your one-year anniversary was coming up. You wanted it to be special, it was your first serious relationship after all, and so you had been talking to Star about it who had been more than eager to help you plan things.

She was well versed in sign language you see, so you appreciated how no matter what you were able to talk to her.

-

"So I was thinking we could..." the two of you were hidden behind the wispy veils she had collected and hung around her bed, legs kicking the air as the both of you lay on your fronts and fawned over the planner you had brought with you, snacking on red vines to keep your energy going.

Star was a half, that much you knew. But she and Michael would soon turn together, soon becoming officially part of the pack.

Yet you refused to even think about it.

While the two of you schemed the boys sat in the center of the cave with Michael, drinking and smoking, talking and thinking.

"Have you said anything to them about it," Michael took the joint offered to him by Dwayne, legs stretched out and cheeks flushed slightly from the Santa Carla heat, "I mean, I'm sure they're just nervous, its not an easy thing to do."

That was something they tended to forget, they had been undead for so long it was natural to them. But you were still so painfully human, fragile and weak in their eyes. They could only protect you so much.

We're worried. Michaels eyes flitted over to Markos, the land meeting the ocean, the brunette nodded for the curly haired blonde to continue, we think they'll leave.

Michael scoffed, choking on air before laughing loudly, stopping when Star's head turned to look at him.

"God. That's dumb and you know it, they love you."

David bristled, he knew it was true, your relationship with them was like no other. But this barrier was a lot bigger than others.

They wanted you to become just like them. To be theirs for all eternity.

If only they knew how dangerous it was to push someone to the edge, to force them into such a decision.

-

Star had left after two hours of planning with you, Michael coming to retrieve her and pulling her out of the cave, disappearing in a whirlwind of soft touches and laughter.

Dwayne had embraced you soon enough, picking you up and carrying you to the rest of your mates, letting you stretch out over his lap as he cuddled you on one of the broken sofas they had beside the fountain.

His nose was pressed into your hair, breathing in your scent as he spoke, "how are you little dove?"

You smiled, leaning further into his hold, breathing in his scent in a similar fashion. You wondered how he would smell if you turned.

If

That word caught their attention as it passed through your mind.

"Pup..." you looked to David, his eyes were cold and made you wince, not knowing what had set him off.

"What's wrong..." you trailed off, noticing how all of their eyes were dark, suddenly feeling quite uncomfortable in Dwayne's hold as his fingers dug painfully into your flesh.

"We need to talk."

That was it. The dreaded sentence.

You looked up at Dwayne, his eyes burned your own and you immediately looked away.

Marko and Paul moved closer, the two of them leaning on the fountain as the four of them watched you.

"What- what's wrong?" your hands were clenched, muscles tensed as your eyes flitted between their own, not brave enough to meet them.

"You know what."

You flinched at David's tone, body curling into Dwayne's jacket which had been placed over your shoulder.

"You said you didn't mind," and that was true, they didn't. But the thought that had been passing through your mind said enough, you were unsure, unsure enough to do something rash, "you said you could wait."

Paul scoffed, mind alot clearer and full of irritation from the conversation that had earlier, "we're waiting for nothing."

Your eyes met his, not enjoying how blank they were, when they were usually filled with joy and mischievousness.

"You don't want to turn."

"I didn't say that-"

"You didn't need to"

You pulled away from Dwayne, sliding towards the opposite end of the couch, shoulders tense as you wrapped your arms across your front.

"Why are you bringing this up, we already talked about it and you said-"

"Stop talking." your mouth snapped shut, chest constricting in an uncomfortable fashion. They never said those words to you, refusing to send you back into the silence you had been hiding in for so long. Yet they slipped so effortlessly from David's lips.

Dwayne tried to reach for you, hand retreating with your body flinched away from him.

David sighed, sitting straighter in his wheelchair, looking to you and trying to meet your eyes with his own, "we heard you and Star talking," his irritation grew as you turned away from him, choosing to look at the cave floor, "you can't lie to us kitten, you have to turn either way."

-

You hadn't spoken to them for the rest of the night.

Instead, you had been actively avoiding them, returning to where Star was pretending not to listen in, curling beside her and letting the girl play with your hair.

Something about it had set you off. Maybe it was their tone, how cruel they were when they spoke to you, how they told you to stop talking.

You wanted to turn. You really did.

But it was complicated and you hated change. You knew the moment you began such a big transformation your life, or lack thereof, would be permanently different.

No longer would you enjoy the warmth of the sun, daytime as a whole would be unappealing to you.

Paul and Marko had already been laying it on thick recently, how much more fun life was when you were a creature of the night.

Telling you how food tasted a thousand times better, how if you fed well your veins felt full of energy.

How much stronger, faster and bravery you would be.

You wanted to turn. You would turn.

Your anniversary was in three days. And sitting in your room had made it harder and harder not to dwell on the thought of seeing the boys again.

Star was supposed to swing by at some point, probably with Michael in an attempt to smooth things over.

knock knock

And there it was.

Hopping out of bed you shuffled down the hall, chewing your lip as you approached the door.

You made it halfway before you realised the silhouette visible through the obscure glass.

David

Obviously, since neither Star nor Michael had hair as blindingly bright as his.

Maybe if you didn't move he wouldn't-

Never mind, now you could see Marko there too with his vibrantly decorated coat.

"Doll?"

The eldest's voice carried through the doorway, his knocking becoming louder as he used his whole fist.

You winced at the sound of it, his tone was on the more irritated side and you knew he would break the door if he hit it hard enough.

Stepping forward you moved closer, walking until you were just a foot away from the door, placing your hand on the glass.

You heard a sigh, watching as David shifted to lay his palm flat where yours was.

"You gonna open the door pup?"

You didn't respond, choosing to maintain your silence.

Marko went for the doorhandle, giving it a twist, growling in annoyance at the fact you were keeping it locked.

Meeting David's eyes he sent him a nod, moving around the house to test out your back door.

Keeping you distracted he nudged the small postal slot with his fingers, opening it so his voice would pass through better, "sweet, what's wrong? Talk to us-"

You scoffed, cutting him off and shuffling back.

He growled as a warning, "if you wont open the door I'll break it down, ignoring me wont help you."

Your chest siezed at what was clearly a threat, staring at the doorhandle just as you heard a sound from the kitchen.

Looking away for a moment you saw a shadow pass by the entrance to the kitchen, turning back to the front door showed you David had vanished.

Taking the small window of opportunity you had you bolted, heading up the stairs and closing the hatch at the entrance before they could pass through, hearing the resounding thud as Paul slammed into it.

Clearly, the other two of your mates had showed up without you noticing, though they could have been there the whole time waiting for you to give up.

It wasn't the first time they had dropped by since your little disagreement.

Not that you knew that.

They always made sure to check up on you when you weren't feeling particularly social.

Usually, it was because your mind was stressing you out, and this time it was, but only because of four certain boys.

One of which was slamming his hands on the door, pushing it up even as you lay on top of it, keeping it closed with your weight.

"Let us in! This isn't helping idiot-"

No speaking only in your mind you mimicked the actions of the person beneath you, slamming your hands down Go away

It went quiet, the four of them speaking in the same way you had.

Pressing your ear to the door you tried to listen for anything, only recognising the sound of boots slamming down the steps as two of them retreated.

"The longer you keep this up kitten the harder this will be," that was Dwayne, his voice deeper than usual, "come on out, we'll play nice."

You gulped, eyeing the window across from you warily as two figures rose in the air in front of it, Marko waving his fingers at you teasingly.

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[bella-goths-wife]

Daughter reader gets attacked part 2

What had you done?

“Fuck…” David mumbled out in shock

You were still rocking back and forth, the killing of this man had clearly taken its toll of your already fragile psyche.

“Paul, Marko” David snaps the group out of their shocked thoughts “dump the body in the sea and then clean up the blood”

“No way we can’t just leave her” marko protests but quickly backs down with a glare from David where his vampiric eyes flashed to show dominance considering he was the senior vampire.

Marko forces himself to leave the cave dragging the body of the dead slayer. Paul simply crouched in front of you and out his hand on your shoulder.

“You did good kid” is all Paul said before rising and leaving to help marko.

You only seemed to cry harder into your blood covered knees while repeating “im sorry” over and over again as if you were glitching.

David slides himself down the wall and sits next you crossed legged, he puts a hand in your shoulder but you swat it away.

David is determined to get through to you though so he tries to pull you to his chest but you push him away and rise to your feet with a furious expression. David rises with you and braces himself as he again tries to comfort you as he tries to stroke your blood covered cut up cheek.

“Don’t fucking touch me” you smack his hand away and step away from his “this is your fault”

“I know baby” David says sadly as he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug, you punch at him in an attempt to be let go

“You did this to me” you sobbed “you didn’t save me, why didn’t you fucking save me”

“I don’t know baby” he replies as he cursed himself internally

“You don’t love me, you don’t fucking love me you sick bastard” you sobbed into his shirt as your still pathetically punching at him “you want me dead you fucking bastard”

“That’s not true baby” David lowers himself to your eyes and holds you by the shoulders “I would never want you to hurt”

“Then why didn’t you help me, I screamed for you” you cried as you pushed his face away

“I should have come baby, im sorry” David apologised repeatedly

There was a moment of silence as David let’s you sob into his shirt as he holds you close as he feels his cold heart breaking slowly, how could he be so stupid. Your his child and he chose not to protect you. He had failed you.

“Daddy please me it go away” you begged with blood and tears running down your face “please”

“I can’t baby” David felt tears well up in his eyes, something he hadn’t experienced in centuries “im so sorry”

Dwayne interrupted the moment by gently grabbing you by the shoulders and turning you to him

“Let’s get you cleaned up little one” he says as he and David gently guide you to the bathroom. Once inside David turns in the shower and sits you on the toilet

David pulls out a dampened towel and holds your face while he gently cleans the mess of blood. You cringe when he cleans your cuts as it stung. David and Dwayne looked at each other as they had not previously seen you cuts, they both made a mental note to put a plaster on them later

“We’re gonna let you shower honey” Dwayne says as he slowly lets go of you to leave

You reach out and grab his hand and pull him back.

“Can you wait outside papa” you asked with tears in your eyes

Dwayne looked at you as in his mind you morphed back to the little girl who would come crying to him and the others when she had a nightmare and ask to sleep with them

“Of course I can” he kisses your temple “me and David will be just outside” he says as he closes the door and gives you privacy

Dwayne turns to David with a thundering glare and pushes him up against the cave walls and pins him there by the throat

“You ever make me ignore her cries again I’ll fucking kill you david” Dwayne says boldly as he threatens the second in command “you ever put her in that situation again I’ll kill you slowly and painfully, I won’t have her hurt again”

“I understand” David says as he looks down shamefully, usually he would demand respect but he saw this as a fitting threat for his actions

The two stood outside until you had dressed into your Pjs and washed the blood off of your body. You exited the bathroom and fell into Dwayne’s embrace

Dwayne picked you up and carried you slowly towards your room but the tugging of his jacket caught his attention

“Can I stay with you tonight” you asked shyly, clearly half asleep.

You hated this, you felt so childish but you craved their comfort and love after what had happened. You didn’t want to be alone again.

“Of course you can” Dwayne whispers as he changes direction and takes you to the boys shared room.

Marko and Paul are already there and welcome you as Dwayne places you down with open arms. You crawl to the middle of the bed and the rest get into bed.

You put your head on David’s chest as Dwayne’s arms wrap around your middle. You feel your eyes grow heavy as you close them and drift off.

The boys follow promptly all except david who hears you mumble half asleep

“Make it go away daddy” you whisper in your unconscious state.

“I’ll try baby” he says as he strokes your hair “I’m so sorry”

He had a hell of a lot of making up to do to you.

@the-faceless-bride hope you enjoyed :)

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[people-are-strange-87]

Workin' Gal

`A knock on the window woke her up. A passing glance at the clock showed it was just after three. Pulling back the black-out curtains, she found her youngest boyfriend, Michael, floating there. Opening the window, she invited him in. His hand was immediately holding her own as he kissed her cheek softly.

“Where are the others, sugar?” Her accent was stronger since she had just woken up. Not that she had been asleep that long anyway.

He threw himself on the bed with a familiar comfortability, “Still hunting. I wasn’t too hungry”

Another knock stopped her before she could respond. This would be her other lovers. Marko was the first through, hugging her tightly before flopping onto one of the many beanbags. David followed, kissing her forehead as he passed on his way to the bathroom - he was going to shower, ever the messy eater. Paul peppered her face with kisses before sitting on Michael’s lap, who groaned as if Paul weighed anything to him. Dwayne was last, closing the window behind him (a courtesy Michael hadn’t had). He loosely wrapped his arms around her waist, gently kissing her as she leant against his bare chest. He manoeuvred them over to her bed, no longer kissing her but still wrapped around her.

He sat against the wall as she lay between his legs, “Did you sleep well, love?”

“Yeah” She nodded, “Was on the ranch all day”

Dwayne’s hands immediately moved to her shoulders, massaging gently. Paul stood announcing his intention to go get snacks. Michael rolled over, resting his head in her lap, “Missed you baby”

“Been busy with your new job, haven’t you, Madre?” Marko chimed in, struggling to get off the beanbag. It kept moving beneath him when he went to push himself up. Nodding once more, she leaned into Dwayne’s chest, forcing his hands to leave her shoulders, instead returning to their previous position around her waist. The shower stopped and David emerged wearing only a towel. He walked to the window, lighting a cigarette, “Can you wash my clothes for me, liebling?”

“Of course. You’ve got spares in the closet”

“I’ll do it, baby” Michael sat back up, “You’ve been working all day”

“Do you even remember how to use a washing machine, Mikey?”

“It’s been a couple of years, Marko. I think I’ve got it”

“Just checkin, dude”

#poly!lost boys #dwayne x michael #david x michael #paul x marko #marko x michael #dwayne x marko #dwayne x paul #david x paul #david x marko #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987

[n30nwrites]

“Dance With The Devil”

Manic Bipolar Male Reader x The Lost Boys

It wasn’t specified which type of of bipolar so I did what I have most experience with. Love having manic bipolar depression lol. This was a request that i finally finished

How long had you five been dating?

It wasn't long in vampire years, hell you were still human and waiting to be a certain age.

They knew you; they knew your highs and lows.

They didn't really understand it though, they are some dummy thick dummies.

The hypermania was something they saw as a fun time.

The random fights you'd start, the times you couldn't stay still.

Stealing clothes, the rush of adrenaline you gave yourself.

The only time they got worried about the highs were when you ran off multiple times in a week. You had just disappeared with no word, and when they found you, you were dehydrated and on the side of the road, refusing to speak to them.

The sad part, you didn't want to be angry with them. The rational part of your brain said it wasn't their fault. But even their touch was too much. They were too much. Your hands were shaking, you were breathing heavily.

You hated that day, still felt guilty for it. Remembering Marko's heartbroken face, the four boys you were deeply in love with were hurt because of you.

David questioned what happened, and you didn't want to give him an answer. Didn't want him to know the truth.

Your family called you crazy, told you that you were just obsessive.

You weren't going to tell them, not when they barely even talked about emotions. I love you wasn't something that was usually said. It was just assumed that you knew it.

And you did sometimes.

The first time they experienced the lows, they truly had no idea what was happening.

You just couldn't get up. Couldn't get dressed, couldn't shower

Eating didn't even seem important anymore. You liked the emptiness of it.

And they didn't know what was going on. They just knew that their boyfriend was sleeping all the time and barely eating.

And of course, they tried to help. But you can't help. The hypermania had gone away and now you were just left as this lump covered in blankets, constantly tired.

They didn't know what to do to help. And you weren't giving any answers. Just apologies.

David was so sick of the apologies. You didn't have to apologize for being sad.

Marko was the first to actually take an action. He laid with you. He brought you your favorite food (that no longer seemed to have an effect on you) and even though you didn't eat all of it, you ate some of it.

Little things helped. But they became too much at times and didn't at others.

Then it went away after a few weeks (or was it months? time seemed to blur)

And then one day you just got up, suggested so many activities that they normally didn't care for. But you were acting how you used too. Wild and brash and just doing things for the fun of it

Acting like how you used too

And it was fun again, with loudness and bright lights

And they didn’t mention it again, thinking it was a one time

But it kept happening. Pills didn’t exist for this, no one could really make sense what was going on in your head

And when the colors seemed to darken and being with the boys felt like a trap.

Well this time they had to mention it

The only one who had the balls to ask was David

Man didn’t beat around the bush just was like “why are you acting this way”

You could lie and they would know, or you could tell the truth and they would know

Revealing yourself was scary, telling the truth to people that you cared about, not knowing how they'd react

But you had to, you didn't want to worry them like you were right now.

Explaining it was complicated, a bunch of "what does that mean?" and "Why can't you just get up?"

Having to explain it more scientifically so it wasn't just dealing with feelings. That chemicals weren't reaching sometimes and that the moments they enjoy are actually all a facade, a way to reach a high

Not that way Paul

By the end of the explanation, Dwayne seems to understand it the most.

The next few days are awkward. Not in the way of an inevitable end to a relationship, but they are careful around you. Words are thought before being spoken, actions are slow.

You felt guilty, but there was nothing to feel guilty about.

When you started feeling better, a conversation was held, speaking about what comforts you during those moments and what they should do.

The group actually benefited from this, as their conversation skills became better.

Just a little bit, Paul gets you high a few times as a coping method before realizing you're still human and could get addicted.

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[two-red-lungs]

The only way to write TLB is as monstery and scary! I love that you're not painting them as sweethearts in a boy band, like they're ANIMALS! Gross, rude, crass, dirty animals that have lived in a caved for actual years now, and are most definitely the most toxic people you'll ever meet and I love them for it

Listen I love reading fluffy, sweet content about The Boys as much as any other gal, but at the end of the day they super are immortal killers who probably have a really warped view of reality and really fucked-up ideas about the value of human life.

I think most people are 100% just expendable little toys to Dwayne, Marko, Paul, and David. Like cats playing with mice.

The boys are so so nasty, too. They're sexy but the smell!!! Yucky nasty gross little men!!! You think they shower??? Absolutely the fuck not, Paul has product in his hair from a month ago and Marko wiped his face with a beach towel he wetted in the stalactite water and called himself 'clean'. There is blood on Dwayne's jacket from three years ago. David smells like an actual garbage fire.

I'm so glad someone else gets it. Clown to clown communication honestly. They're awful. I absolutely adore them.

(I also think their vamped-out forms are.... really hot....)

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb x reader #asks #if vamped-out!dwayne approached me i would simply try to kiss him #RIP to their victims but im built different

[the-pinstriped-hood]

Going Beyond Home: a Prologue

Welp! Here it is! I'm working on this more to tell more stories and I've had plenty of help from friends. Thank you to @goldrose-star for beta reading my work! @soupbabe's OC is Angel Ortiz.

Evie belongs to me

This is a revision of my past three Lost Boys cannon x OC fan fics. David Powers x Evie Pierce.

Evie wandered the boardwalk. The place was crowded with many colorful people. She needed some type of distraction while she waited for the locksmith to get back to her tomorrow. Hopefully she wouldn't be late for work. Her hair was shiny and sopping wet from the water, like cascading rivers of honey pouring over her shoulders. Needing to have a quick rinse from the showers on the beach from all the flour that had gotten into her hair from a bag of it thrown by a pack of bikers earlier at work today.

They had been like a tornado, throwing things around, harassing the female customers and making a massive mess of the store. Evie had been tidying up the next aisle over when the massive bag had broken over her head, dumping an entire content's worth of flour all over her and knocking the poor girl to the floor in the commotion. She got up just in time to find her boss yelling at the bikers to leave and Evie being harshly pulled to her feet by her wrist, making eye contact with, what looked like the head biker. He sported a blonde mullet that was practically white. He smirked at her and winked as he and his band of misfits were thrown out of the store.

That had been several hours ago. Since then she had to clean up the store, try and get home, only to realize the lock to her front door was broken.

Her stomach rumbled as she passed by a few stalls, a brunette woman putting the open sign of the Jolly Freeze Ice Cream stall up as the colorful lights turned on. The sound of Evies stomach was soon joined by the loud roaring of a few motorcycles blocking her path forward.

Meeting eyes with the platinum mullet who had tormented her, her own steel gray meeting icy blues that stared the girl down as he made the last pull of his cigarette and crushed it under one of his grungy black bootheels before he spoke.

"I remember you..." he purred.

"I really wish you wouldn't…"

"Last time I saw you, you got caught up in the crossfire…"

Quiet jeering chuckles came from the head bikers friends. She could feel their stares inching up and down her form as if they were sizing up a meal.

"If you don't intend to ruin my day anymore, can you let me by? I think you and your friends have done enough damage."

Her tone was bordering on sarcastic, one hip resting on a leg and her arms crossed. The head biker leaned forward, a cool sly grin playing on his lips as if he knew how to turn this conversation in his favor.

"Are you hungry?"

"What's it to you?" Her counter question was accompanied by another loud stomach rumble. The food around the boardwalk was absolutely tantalizing. Funnel cakes, corn dogs, hotdogs. All things Evie had never tried before but was eager to get anything in her stomach at this point.

"Can't let a pretty girl go hungry, can we boys?"

Another collection of agreement as the boys parked their bikes off to the side and grouped up around the young woman. "Anything you want, doll. My treat."

"You're sure?"

The blonde nodded, hands busy with pulling another cigarette out of the inside of his jacket and lighting it up with a lighter that the tallest guy pulled from his belt buckle. They watched Evie look around, her nose and stomach trying to decide what would taste the best. "I bet it's all bad for you but it just smells so good…"

"You've never had boardwalk food before?" The baby faced blonde asked, draping his arm over Evie's shoulder as the leader blonde eyed him warily. He was the smallest of the group just about Evie's height. All the boys could smell the flour as well as fresh fruit and what had to be cookies from the store bakery.

"I'm Marko, by the way." He introduced his friends as Paul, Dwayne, Angel and the leader who has taken a liking to their supposed meal, David. Evie couldn't help but giggle. "And here I thought you guys would have names like Boneskull or Flesh Ripper. But, I like 'David'. Suits you…" she smiled over at him. "And yet, we haven't learned your name, cutiepie…" Paul grinned, walking backwards but still keeping time with the young woman. "Evie, my name is Evie."

David took over as Marko fell behind pulling Paul with him, arms clasped casually behind his back.

"Well, Miss Evie, I hope us buying you dinner can make up for earlier today…" He leaned on the counter as Evie ordered a basket of onion rings, watching the delicious grease drip tantalizingly off the deep fried delicacies as they were pulled fresh from the fryer. The lead vampire handed over a 5 dollar bill and handed Evie her food. She didn't mind the heat and tore into the most delicious meal she had ever devoured in a long time. The bikers watched her finish most of the whole basket of eight large rings in seconds and wipe the grease off her face with the back of her hand. Angel chuckled, having an arm around David's waist as he watched Evie devour her food. Angel laughed in amusement, he's been in her place before. "Food's good, huh."

The feeling of bliss couldn't be described. The heat in her cheeks was overwhelmed by the absolutely delicious waltz on her taste buds.

Angel gently leaned over, stealing the last onion ring, "If you're still hungry, I recommend the soft pretzels 'round the corner. Best things on the boardwalk."

"It's just that, I've never had any deep fried food before! I guess you could say I was a REALLY sheltered kid." She glanced at her watch. "oh I better get home, um, my locksmith is gonna be here soon and I should really meet him there. it's important." Evie deposited her tray and thanked her new friends. Angel jogged up to her, gently grabbed her shoulder. Evie looked back, the taller man's glasses glinting off the light and revealing his gorgeous heterochromic irises: One brown, one green. "If you ever wanna hang out sometime and get those pretzels, we're always here." Evie nodded quietly. He flashed her a friendly smile, teeth gleaming and let go of her shoulder, finally leaving their view.

They watched her walk down the boardwalk with Paul crossing his arms and smirking.

"Liked what you saw, David?"

"Maybe I do, Let's just go home. It's almost sunrise."

Divider was by @firefly-graphics!

Thanks for reading! I am in the process of redoing Meatcute at midnight if anyone would like to read.

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𝕳𝖊'𝖘 𝕬𝖑𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖞 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 (He's Already Dead)

Pt 5

G/nReader x Poly!Lost Boys

TW: Still pretty much fluff and light teasing, mentions of angry parents at very end

After our little moment and after Paul and Marko settled down, the boys needed to go feed for the night. “Okay. It’s feeding time boys.” David announced to the others. “We’ll take you home prince/ss.” Dwayne said to me. I just nodded. I was getting pretty tired so I guess it’s not a bad idea. I was just hoping I wouldn’t get into too much trouble when I got home for being gone this long. “Ride with me sugar.” Paul said with a grin. I just smiled at him and made my way over to him and his bike. I hopped on the back of it and wrapped my arms around him, resting my head on his back. “Everyone ready?” David asked, starting his bike. Everyone cheered and hollered in response and with that, we took off.

The boys parked their bikes a couple houses down from mine and turned off the engines. Paul hopped off his bike, helping me off as well. “Gonna miss you babe,” Paul said, wrapping his arms around me. I laughed. “You’re gonna see me tomorrow Paul.” I told him as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Paul leaned down and gave me a kiss. It wasn’t like the other kiss. This one was short and sweet. “Night sugar.” He said with a smile. Marko broke us apart by shoving into Paul’s side to get him out of the way. “Okay. My turn to give our babe a goodnight kiss.” He said with a grin. Paul pouted but moved aside. Marko took Paul’s spot and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in closer to him. I gave him a shy smile as we leaned in until our lips met. Wrapping my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Eventually, I had to pull away for air. “Admit it. I’m a better kisser than Paul.” Marko said with a teasing smirk. Knowing this would rile Paul up. I just pulled away from him and laughed. “You know I’m not answering that Marko.” I said, shaking my head. “Good point. Don’t wanna upset Paul with the truth.” He said. “My god you’re unbearable.” I told him. “You love it. Night babe.” He said, wiggling his fingers at me and grinning.

I walked over to David and he just pulled me in with one arm and grabbed my chin with his other hand, pulling me to meet his lips in a quick and sweet kiss. “Goodnight sweetheart.” He said looking at me, his eyes a little softer than usual. I leaned into him in a hug. “Goodnight.” I said into his chest. Lastly was Dwayne. He just gave me a sweet smile as I walked over to him. He wrapped me in a tight hug and just held me there for a moment. When he pulled away, he looked at me and reached his hands up to hold my face. I reached my hands up and laid them on his chest. He dipped his head down a bit and pulled me into a long, deep and passionate kiss. My god. The amount of action my lips are getting tonight is enough to make my face red for a week. Dwayne’s lips, like the others, were soft. I slowly moved my hands up from his chest until they were in his hair. He moved his hands down to hold my waist. When we broke away, he rested his forehead against mine. “Goodnight y/n.” He whispered to me. It took a second, but I managed to let out a small. “Goodnight Dwayne.”

After I got inside and up into my room, I flopped down onto my bed and let out and disbelieving laugh. “I can’t believe that just happened.” I breathed out quietly to myself. I was so overwhelmed with emotions from what had happened earlier tonight and what had happened just now. These boys really are going to be the death of me, aren’t they. I wouldn’t have it any other way though. After calming down for a bit, I decided to take a shower before I went to bed. The warm water felt nice on my skin, relaxing me even more. After getting out of the shower and getting dressed, I made my way back to my bed. Before I got a chance to get into bed, my door burst open to reveal two angry parents. 

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