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charlizekkelly · 10 months

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hungry like the wolf

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

Pairing: Reader x Dwayne (The Lost Boys 1987)

Word Count: 2167

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

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

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

!18+ CONTENT - MINORS DNI!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hungry like the wolf.

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misslavenderlady · 4 months

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Daddy's Girl 🐺

Nyx/Kotori

Summary: After her father kicks her out of the house, Nyx struggles with the reality that nobody is left to take care of her. Though she feels so lonely, one member of the vampire coven is willing to step up and give her exactly what she needs~

It is with great honor that I announce my first fic for the book Shadows of the Night by the truly talented @charlizekkelly! She truly knocked it out of the park and it was such a privilege getting to read her story before it was made available to the rest of the public. I can't wait to make more in the future. Please support her work and get Shadows of the Night in either physical form or on an app.

Warnings: N.S.F.T./Smut/18+ Readers Only, Being kicked out, depression, hurt/comfort, daddy issues, seduction, vampire/human relationship, mention of prior sexual experience, soft Dom, Daddy Kink, Language Kink (Spanish), vaginal fingering, dirty talk, praise, thigh riding, light spanking, overstimulation, aftercare

Life was going to be a whole lot lonelier for Nyx. She wasn't expecting her father to act like this. To see her as nothing more than a stranger and kick her out of the place she was starting to call home.

How cruel could a man be to let his own daughter fend for herself on the streets of Celacali? To dismiss the love and care he'd given her for nineteen years just because she found sympathy for the men he called monsters. It broke her heart into a million pieces, even if she hadn't shown it when she left.

So here she was. Bunking with vampires in a cave by the ocean. A mess of blankets and pillows to act as a makeshift nest to keep her safe on the chilly night. For the past hour, she had sobbed into her pillow, wishing and longing for her father. Hoping to wake up and have it all be one bad dream. The only source of comfort she had was her faithful little pup. Feeling Ares nuzzle against her was at least one thing to be grateful for.

However, she'd soon find that there was another creature that would comfort her.

"Kleintje?"

Nyx's head shot up from the random pillow she had stained with tears. She knew who it was before she even looked in the direction of the voice. Kotori's special nickname had grown on her, despite the teasing nature of it. Kotori used it with a gentleness she wasn't used to.

She hastily wiped her tears away, clearing her eyes to gaze at the dark-haired man in the doorway of her room.

"H-Hey, Kotori," she greeted him, fighting back the tenderness in her throat. "What's up?"

He wasn't buying her casual act. Not by a long shot. He kept his dark eyes focused on her as he let himself in. Ares hopped off of the bed, skittering out of the room to make way for the towering man. Nyx was hit with an extra wave of vulnerability without her warrior dog. She brought the pillow up to her chest, acting as a makeshift shield between her and Kotori.

"What's up is that you're clearly not taking this thing well."

She couldn't help but let out a snort at that. Captain Obvious must have been Kotori's nickname.

"Well, yeah, I don't know too many people who do a backflip at the idea of getting thrown out of their house."

Even if she was masking her tone with sarcasm and wit, Nyx wasn't feeling like herself at all. She was scared. Lonely. Longing for the dad that comforted her after nightmares when she was a little girl.

"You don't have to do that, you know."

"Do what?"

"Pretend to be brave. Strong. Act like you're okay."

Nyx's stomach flipped at that. Not only was Kotori coaxing her into letting her guard down, but his voice was so deep and smooth as he said it, she was practically shivering. She'd be lying if she said that darkness in Kotori's being wasn't something she found attractive.

Because with him towering over her even while sitting down, it certainly did things to her.

"I'm fine!" she insisted. "This isn't a big deal. I'm a grown-ass woman. I can take care of myself!"

"Nyx," Kotori said, firm but gentle in tone. "It doesn't have to be that way, y'know. It's okay if you need someone to take care of you."

She opened her mouth to speak, yet found the voice silenced by the intimidation of Kotori moving closer to her. With the intensity of his gaze still set on her, he began to shrug off his jacket, revealing the rest of the body he didn't like to have covered.

Nyx didn't know for certain what he was planning here, but she found that the racing of her heart and the flush of her face showed that she didn't care.

"I could take care of you, kleintje," he cooed, reaching out to caress her cheek. The coolness of his skin was a delight on her feverish body. "I like caring for others. I know I can come off as big and scary, but it makes me feel so good when I can make the guys feel safe and loved."

The human girl sighed softly, nuzzling her face into his huge palm. He was so tender with her. Far more than anyone else had been.

Kotori was even more cautious with the rest of her body. His other arm wrapped around her lower back, acting as an aid while he guided her down onto her back. The soft fabric of blankets kept her nice and cushioned as she relaxed on top of the bed.

Though he completely dwarfed her in size, she didn't feel any less than safe.

"I don't think you're scary, Kotori."

"Then how about it?" he whispered, tucking a shiny, brown curl behind her ear. "Would you allow me to take care of you? Take over what Aziel has failed to do for a liefje such as you?"

Nyx felt like the whole world around her was growing fuzzy. She thought back to the night she and Kade had sex in the abandoned store. How passionate and giving of a lover he was. It had made her quite curious as to what the other boys could do.

Being under Kotori like this made her mind race with lustful ideas. The way he tilted his head and studied her face made it very clear to her that he was reading those thoughts loud and clear.

"Oh, K-Kotori," she stuttered. "I feel like that's a lot of pressure."

"How so?"

Though Nyx found it easy to be her usual, sassy self around the boys, it wasn't so easy to let her guard down and be more vulnerable. With Kotori being a top contender for most intimidating of the vampires, she wasn't sure how to express her thoughts.

Still, it couldn't hurt to try.

"Well, I'm not exactly low maintenance," Nyx explained. "I know I can be very stubborn."

"That's no issue to me," Kotori assured her. He leaned in closer, deep brown eyes staring down at her. "I think you and I both know I can handle rowdy little things half my size~"

Nyx's face burned hot at that statement. That, and his muscled chest was starting to push against her body, ultimately pressing her down further onto the bed.

"I…um…still want to be human…s-so you're gonna have to feed me takeout every night!"

"Whatever you want, sweetheart. I don't mind."

"Well…there's clearly the father issues that I'll have to deal with on a therapeutic level…"

Kotori snickered at that. His breath felt warm on her skin, causing Nyx to shiver from the sensation. Her head was spinning and her heart was fluttering.

"Who needs a father when you can have a daddy~?"

God, that got her panties nice and wet.

Nyx didn't want to fight her attraction to Kotori any longer. Clearly, he wanted her, and who was she to deny such desire? She wanted him; he wanted her. There was nothing left to discuss.

The dark-haired man pulled her in for a kiss, moaning as their lips moved together in their passionate embrace. Nyx's arms found their way around his neck, holding on nice and tight while fingers slipped through silky locks. Kotori was all too eager to touch her, running calloused hands over her back and hips.

While he grabbed at her pants to help guide them downward, Kotori released her lips in order to move to her neck.

"I had a feeling you would taste wonderful, Kleintje."

"Heh…is that all you know to c-call me?" Nyx asked playfully. Her voice stuttered when Kotori peppered his kisses across the pulse point of her neck. No doubt her rising heart rate enticed him.

"Well, I'm skilled in many languages besides my mother tongue~" he explained before gliding his tongue over her exposed skin.

Nyx wiggled and whined underneath the tall man, feeling extra squirmy in the best way possible.

"What else do you know?"

"Italiano, Zhōngwén, Deutsch, Português, Español…"

Perhaps it was a coincidence that Kotori mentioned the last language before nuzzling over a particularly sensitive spot on her throat, causing her to moan a bit louder for him. Or maybe it had something to do with a teenage crush she had on her Spanish teacher back in her school days.

Either way, Kotori was delighted to hear such beautiful noises come from the little human.

"Ah, te gusta más el español, mamácita?"

"K-Kotori don't be such a tease."

"No no. No soy 'Kotori'. Llámame…papí~"

Nyx found herself face to face with the vampire once again as he released her from the touch of his kisses. His deep, dark brown eyes drew her in, casting a spell of some sort and making her head go extra fuzzy. All the while, his hand was snaking down into her underwear, thick fingers traveling to the source of her heat.

He could see just the kind of effect he had on her. The way she melted from his intense, passionate gaze. He craved more of her.

"Dilo, querida~"

"...Please….Papi"

Who was he to deny such a sweet thing like her?

Kotori's fingers danced over Nyx's clit and massaged her labia, working together at a perfect pace for maximum pleasure. The human girl's head fell backwards and her eyes fluttered shut, showing how overwhelmed she was already feeling by the pleasure. It amused the vampire to no end.

“F-Fuck!” Nyx mewled, squirming underneath Kotori. Of course, she couldn't move around too much because the hand that didn't tease her womanhood was currently pinning her wrists above her head. With palms and fingers as big as his, it was no challenge to hold both of them together with ease.

“Tu eres muy bellisima, cariña~” Kotori whispered as he moved at a faster pace for her. “Qué lindos sonidos haces”.

Nyx could only understand bits and pieces of what Kotori was saying to her, but even with the language barrier, his voice was enough for her to soak his fingers with her juices.

She would never deny how breathtakingly sexy he was. With a major height difference, a firm body of muscles always on display, and a handsome face that would make anyone swoon, it could easily label Kotori the most attractive of the group.

But it wasn't just the looks for her. There was somewhat of a “gentle giant” persona to him. Something that would make certain you were safe and sound. Far away from any threat or danger. The idea of being cared for by Kotori made Nyx's heart pound faster in her chest.

That, and the way he was massaging her pussy.

“Please, P-Papi! Oooh~” she whined, her legs shaking as he coaxed her closer and closer to orgasm. He groaned lustfully in her ear as he enjoyed his own rush of arousal. He had found Nyx to be quite the attractive young woman. So full of fire and passion. A beautiful body and the face of a goddess. Such a lovely creature needed this kind of attention every night.

“Por favor mi amor, dame todo~”

Nyx’s hands were trembling under Kotori’s grasp. Her hips and legs were jolting forward, reacting to the pure ecstasy that the vampire granted the little human girl. He was all too amused by her ‘dance’ underneath him, smiling proudly down at her as she cried out.

“F-Fuck!! FUCK! Ooooh~!!”

Even as the waves of orgasm began to fade away, Nyx continued to feel the effect of Kotori on her body. Heavy breaths rushed in and out of her lungs while her pouty lips remained open from surprise. He truly had made a mess of her, and it was plain to see that he was thoroughly enjoying every second of it. She would have made a sassy comment about feeling proud of himself if she wasn’t so dizzy from her afterglow.

“Woah….fuck….Kotori…~”

“No no, cariña,” he tsked. “Yo no estoy terminado contigo~”

“S-Sorry…what did you s-”

Before the brunette girl could even finish getting her question out, she was swiftly moved into a brand new position, stunning her back to reality. In a mere half second, Kotori had managed to flip both of them, so their positions were swapped. Now he was lying back comfortably on the bed with Nyx perched right over him.

“What the hell are y-”

“Cállate,” he interrupted again, bringing a massive hand over her bare butt. She let out a squeak from the sensation. It hadn’t hurt too badly, but it certainly gave her a shock. “Be a good girl for me, Nyx. Daddy’s good girl, okay~?”

His hands glided over her soft skin before taking hold of her legs, nudging them further apart so that each one would be on either side of his own leg. Her pretty eyes widened when the realization hit her. Kotori wanted her to ride his thigh. If she wasn’t hot and bothered already, she certainly was now.

The dark-haired man gazed up at her with a look of both desire and mischievousness. He may have been a centuries-old vampire, but he never got tired of having a beautiful lover on top of him. Of course, no other human could ever compare to someone like Nyx. If it weren’t for his brothers, he would happily keep her all to himself.

“Move that sexy body for me, baby~”

Nyx’s breath shuddered, her cheeks growing warm again. She did as she was told, nodding before grinding her hips against him. The leg underneath the denim jeans felt strong and muscular, giving her plenty to work with. Her poor, aching cunt was already quite sensitive from his fingering. Now he had her whimpering and humping his leg like some kind of pup in heat.

But Kotori was not unkind to her. Far from it. He kept a careful hold on her hips, guiding her to do what he wanted. When she followed his lead, he was more than happy to praise her.

“There you go. Atta fucking girl~” he growled, thoroughly turned on by her display. “All you have to do from now on is let Daddy take care of you, sweet girl. You do as you're told, and I’ll spoil you little a pretty little princess~”

Nyx couldn’t even think straight at that point. With each bump against Kotori, a wave of pleasure hit her right in between her legs. She was dripping wet for him. The sweet juices of her pussy were creating a small wet patch on the fabric of his jeans. It was something that brought great pride to his ego. That, and the moans she let out for him as she rode him.

“Aah! Oooh my god…D-Daddy~” she cooed. Her hips were bucking faster now, showing off the aching desire she had for more friction. Each time she bumped up against his thigh, she was already impatient to do it again.

Kotori was the perfect guide for her grinding. He never once removed his hands from her body or took his eyes off of her. Every beautiful sigh and moan she let out was more than enough to keep his attention.

She deserves this, he thought to himself. I’m never going to let her go back to that terrible home. She’s all mine.

It didn’t take much longer for Nyx to hit that sweet rush of dopamine again. Kotori was more than capable of making her feel good, and if she wasn’t hooked on him already, then cumming while straddling his thigh certainly did.

The poor girl was shaking like a leaf, overcome by the lingering jolts of pleasure rushing through her body. She couldn’t even scream out Kotori’s name, she was so overwhelmed. All she could do was let out a quiet whimper before collapsing down on his chest. A soft yet deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, showing off how amused he was by her behavior.

“There’s my good girl,” he cooed, wrapping his strong arms around her figure. Nyx, in her delirious state, found herself eagerly cuddling against Kotori. She let out a sigh before allowing her eyes to shut. He really had worn her out.

While the vampire whispered sweet nothings to her and stroked her back carefully, she felt the pull of sleep take over her mind. The terrible day had been forgotten now, replaced by the sweet words of Kotori.

“Don’t fret, Kleintje. Daddy’s gonna be the one to take care of you from now on~”

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Translations

Spanish

te gusta más el español, mamácita? = You like Spanish most, hot mama?

No soy 'Kotori'. Llámame…papí~ = I'm not 'Kotori'. Call me... Daddy~

Dilo, querida = Say it, darling

Tu eres muy bellisima, cariña. Qué lindos sonidos haces. = You are very beautiful, darling. What pretty sounds you make.

Por favor mi amor, dame todo = Please my love, give me everything

Yo no estoy terminado contigo = I'm not done with you

Cállate = Shut up

Dutch

Kleintje = Little one/Shorty

Liefje = Dearie/Cutie

#shadows of the night #nyx monroe #charlizekkelly #SOTN #the lost boys #tlb #kotori miah #nsft #smut

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80srockslut · 6 months

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Finally came!

So excited to read this!

If you love The Lost Boys, then READ THIS!

Thank you @charlizekkelly for creating what looks like a masterpiece!

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #dwayne the lost boys #david the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #jason patric #keifer sutherland #billy wirth #alex winter #brooke mccarter #tlb 1987 #vampires #charlizekkelly #mystery

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charlottieellis · 9 months

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Second teaser for Shadows of the Night below, written by the glorious @charlizekkelly

This is my life now, I'm so excited!!!

Goodreads and Preorder links below, give her some love, she deserves it 🥰

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Azeil halted at the bottom of the stairs, one hand on the wooden railing as he turned ever-so-slowly back toward her. “They’re killers, Nyx.”

“I know what they are,” she spat, the searing pain in her chest making it impossible to focus.

“Are you going to stand there and defend them? They’re monsters"

“Monsters are made. Not born.”

~~~

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/139825194-shadows-of-the-night

Preorder Links:

https://charlizekkelly.squarespace.com/shop-1

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thelostone91 · 6 months

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Didn't get to star Shadows of the Night yesterday (Mama's birthday), but I delved into it today.

OMG GUYS! I'm not too far in, but...GAH!!!

I already love the boys. Orion has my heart...well, what David doesn't already own anyway 😉

I'm going to try to do a few reaction posts while reading, but this book is already pulling me in so I may not come up for air until I'm finished!!

Expect a chat Char! I'm taking notes! 😂

#charlizekkelly #the lost boys #shadows of the night #SotN #orion #kade #niko #kotori

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legal-lost-boy · 1 year

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hiya, you once said that if i had any questions about something for my book to ask.

I’m just wondering if my translation for sterfgeval actually translates to death, bereavement or loss? Because it’s important that it’s associated with death to some degree🥴

Thank you in advance,

@charlizekkelly 🦇🖤

Hiya! :D yess any questions about the Dutch language I can help with!

Noun: Sterfgeval, plural; sterfgevallen.

The definition of sterfgeval is:

"The permanent loss of all vital functions without the possibility of resuscitation, at any time after a live birth has occurred."

So it literally means the circumstance that someone dies or that someone (somewhere) dies.

In a sentence that could be: "Ze hebben een sterfgeval in de familie." = "They have a death in the family."

The word also gets used in slang by younger people as a name for older people of atleast 40+ age as a joke, kind of comparable with the "they've got one foot in the grave" thing.

Hope this helped! 😊

#ask #its a bit hard to explain because this word is a noun! 😂#but i hope this clears it up #charlizekkelly

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asirensrage · 1 year

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I absolutely LOVE the prompts you do so I was wondering if you’d be able to do something dark but with spicy undertones?

You’re free to choice whatever prompts that’ll fit that context.

@charlizekkelly 🖤🦇

<3<3<3 thank you!!! I appreciate that!

Let's see...what about "Step away from the window. Come back to sleep. Don’t make me have to come get you." from my obsession prompts?

She stares out at the street. It’s dark, and the only sound is the tree scraping against the side of the house in the wind. The streetlights illuminate the empty road. It could be packed with people and it wouldn’t matter. Nothing would change.

She hears him wake up. She can practically picture the way he stretches, reaching for her in the spot she had fallen asleep in and the way he jolts up when he realizes she’s not there. She doesn’t look away from the street. A fox runs by, skittering across the lawn in the darkness. Strange that a wild animal should be more free than she is.

“What are you doing?” his voice is groggy with sleep.

She doesn’t answer, lost in thought with the possibility of what her life used to be.

“Babe?”

She swallows tightly but doesn’t turn. Her hands clutch at the shirt she’s wearing. It’s his. Of course, it is.

“Come back to bed,” he tries again.

She knows she should, but she can’t bring herself to walk back to him, to sink into his embrace and all that he offers. The fox is gone. She half wishes it could take her with it.

“Step away from the window,” he orders now. “Come back to sleep. Don’t make me have to come get you.”

She flinches and turns away from the window. He’s sitting up, staring at her. She moves back toward the bed. “There was a fox,” she says softly. He reaches towards her and she takes his hand, letting him guide her slightly towards him as she climbs back into bed.

“A fox?” he asks. He tugs at the shirt she’s wearing and she lifts her arms, letting him pull it off.

“Yeah,” she says softly. “I’ve never seen one before. Not in real life.”

His lips press against her shoulder as one arm wraps around her. He lies back down, pulling her with him. She curls into him like she knows he wants and he tilts her head up to kiss her. “This is more fun than watching a fox, don’t you think?” he murmurs before shifting to settle over her.

“Yeah,” she lies in agreement. “It’s just a fox.”

let’s do some prompts and drabbles!

#ridea acts out of spite #spite prompts #charlizekkelly #unnamed characters #obsession tw

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willowbrookesblog · 4 months

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Certain headcanons I have for Paul (the lost boys):

this is for my babes @vampirefilmlover 😚 sorry it took so long 😭

Some people view Paul to be a weed loving, not very smart person and fun loving-ish, and while agree with the weed loving - I have a slightly different opinion about the others.

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Personally I believe him to be very smart, I feel like it's just a fun act for him, like the dumb blonde stereotype and he can lure people in to be his snack for the night (in more ways than one 😏).

At the end of the night, he's not just a dumb blonde but an actual predator with his own motivations to kill wether that's because he was just hungry or because he enjoys the feeling of the hunt and the kill.

I feel like he'd watch his victims before attacking - but not for a long time as I do believe he definitely would have a short attention span - I feel like he'd watch them for a couple of days to a week if the person he intends to kill interests him, but he'd definitely if he was to kill without stalking the person before, he'd make sure that they aren't a regular person who lives around town.

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I believe he can be fun loving at times but I think it almost always has sinister undertones unless it's with the people he cares about (aka, Marko, Laddie, Dwayne, and David).

I also feel like he'd fuck with the people he kills with it, he'd make them comfortable around him, give 'em some weed, (which we actually see in the movie with Michael and David where Paul hands David the weed and walks off, and while it's not Paul who gives it to him - I feel like he would do that with his own victims) and then drop "jokes" about death or something of the sort but then play it off as something that they misunderstood or something of the sort

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In my opinion he was turned when he was 24, I feel like he was the last one turned out of the boys and was found by Marko who then spent some time hanging out with him and eventually told him what he was and paul eagerly wanted to become "one of them" which caused Marko to ask David to turn him (he had a little crush okay)

He quickly flourished in his new environment and was very interested in Marko, Marko would let Paul hang around him and learn how he picks he's prey (which is also one of the reasons he stalks his prey and gives them little clues as to scare them before he attacks. Listen we love these boyfriends ok 🙄)

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That all for now! But I will have more of my personal headcanons for the boys posted, it could be tomorrow - it could be three months from now - but it will be posted!

@oceansrose2002 @skxllz @vampirefilmlover @skullsandswearwords @charlizekkelly @xxx-wounded-angel-xxx @britany1997 @auntvamp @phantomenby

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the-faceless-bride · 2 years

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Love Me, love me not...

This is the third chapter before the big and final chapter!! This one will show some more light on how relationships were with the boys... Well, the good times at least... This chapter has some Micheal!!!

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<- part 2

The last few days have been hell, you've done nothing but lay in bed and cry... You just wanted to wake up and this all be a bad dream.

You walked down the light-up boardwalk looking for the man you've been distracting yourself with...

You missed them...

You missed Paul and the silly jokes he would make when you both danced and laughed...

You laughed as Paul jumped up onto the dried-out fountain as he dramatically lip-syncs to the words.

You smile up at him from your spot on a blanket next to the boombox that loudly played his favorite song, he puts his hands out toward you but you can only bashfully turn away from him,

"What's the matter babe? Can't dance?!" He jokingly yells to you over the echoing music, he hops down before launching himself over you he pulled your head to him until your nose was touching his, still whispering the words, the both of you now giggling before sharing a sweet kiss...

You missed Marko and the way he somehow always pulled you into his mischief...

You didn't have time to process what was happening, all you knew was yelling and hurried footsteps before you felt two glove-covered yet rather chilly hands land on your shoulder before jotting down your arms to you hands and pulling you along, "com'on baby! Run!"

You let Marko drag you down the boardwalk and through alleyways.

The sound of a large group of angry and loud surfers yelling and cursing at Marko, but Marko only laughed.

He looked back to you with his round for-like eyes, a smile across his face as he laughed at what he had gotten the both of you into.

It wasn't until he had cut a corner and picked you up, you both levitated and were shrouded in shadows as the group ran past you both ranting about finding you both.

After a few more moments he let you both drop, he looked around your shoulder and behind him before looking back to you.

He pressed a quick and nippy kiss to your lips before pulling back and finally pulling a stuffed animal from nowhere and handing it to you.

Seems you found out why they were chasing him...

You looked around, the loud music playing and dancing crowed only making it more difficult to find who you were looking for in the crowd...

You missed your quiet nights or endless chatter with Dwayne under the boardwalk...

You laid on the sandy beach, your body on top of Dwaynes' you couldn't hear any heartbeat but you could feel the vibrations of his voice as you listened to him endlessly rant about the thing the terror twins did that put David in a pissy mood that night.

"I swear, sometimes those two make me want to walk out into the sun." He huffs in amusement and you giggle, looking up at the handsome brunette.

"Don't worry princex you won't have to worry about the sun for a while."

You hummed at the thought, you had thought about becoming one of them. To never grow old, to party all night and sleep all day, to spend the rest of eternity with them.

They never offered to turn you- Dwayne lifted himself, being sure to hold you up to not end up in an awkward position before leaning down and giving you a slow and loving kiss- but if they did, you would say yes...

Finally, you spotted him. The black curls that sat on his head always made you want to run your fingers through his hair...

You missed David...

You sat on the bike facing David practically in his lap, his left hand on your hip and the other holding his cigarette.

"Those are bad for you, y'know?" You teased the bleach blonde and he rolls his eyes.

"Thanks, Dollface but I'm not too concerned." He smirks before he buries his face in your neck giving you a small nip.

You let out a small squeal and hit his shoulder before he pulled back and placed a kiss on your forehead...

You loved when he was in a good mood.

You had made your way to Micheal only getting halfway before your heart skipped a beat, and not in the good way you had grown addicted to feeling...

There he was, the one thing you were holding onto. Practically drooling over the same girl your- err, the boys had been suddenly interested in...

Why. Why was this happening to you? Were you really that bad of a person that the universe felt the need to torture you?

You just wanted to love and be loved, the boys didn't like that and left you for this girl. You are trying again and now he is leaving you for the same girl... What did she have you didn't?

It wasn't Micheal who noticed your presence it was the girl, she looked at you and then Micheal before switching back to you.

"Hi, i- I'm Star." She said with an awkward smile holding out he hand for you to take, you took her hand... But didn't smile back.

You told her your name, nothing more.

And it didn't take long for your night to go from bad to worse.

The boys had shown up, making a show of not only Micheal but also of flirting with Star...

You didn't notice but they were looking at you.

When they touched Star, held her, laughed with her when David challenged Micheal, and held his hand for Star to take, they were all looking at you.

Wishing for a sign, a look, a movement, a comment.

Anything!

Anything that could tell them, you wanted them.

You hadn't just forgotten about them being with Micheal...

That you felt something for them...

But you had only looked at Micheal...

Not because you loved him, not because he was looking at only Star... But because you know if you looked anywhere else you would cry.

You didn't want Micheal to go so you wouldn't have to go home and lay with your thoughts of rejection and sorrow.

But all the boys saw was a statement of loyalty to Micheal... That's who you wanted now. And Marko wanted nothing more than to rip his head off so you would only look at them... At him...

But Micheal wanted Star, that's all he could think about.

He took to David's challenge and while the boys didn't want you and Micheal together it pissed them off that it took something so small and easy to get him to ditch you... If it were them they would've spent all night with you even if it meant missing out on hunting that night.

But the boys couldn't dwell on it for too long, for they had a job to do.

And just like that; Star, The boys, and Micheal had driven away leaving you on the boardwalk, with nothing to do but go home, take a bath, and lay in bed with nothing but your thoughts...

Alone again.

Final part ->

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