#the lost boys drabble

[charlizekkelly]

hungry like the wolf

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

Pairing: Reader x Dwayne (The Lost Boys 1987)

Word Count: 2167

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

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

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

!18+ CONTENT - MINORS DNI!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hungry like the wolf.

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[mistysimpingandspam]

hickies galore (marko x reader NSFW drabble)

MINORS DNI

tw: shirt ripping, marking with hickies, light choking, mentions of breasts/fem anatomy

“did you seriously just rip my favorite tank top?” you huffed. marko, who was currently on top of you, smirked as he made eye contact.

“maybe a little.” he chuckled before suddenly taking both hands and shredding the rest of the shirt straight down the middle. “maybe a lot.” you gave him a glare and he laughed harder. “sorry babe, but these-” he grabbed your bra-clad breasts, making you moan “-need to be out for me. bellissima, mio caro.”

marko’s beautiful, wide set eyes scanned your body before leaning down and lightly running his tongue over your neck. you jolted at the feeling, whimpering quietly. he gave one more broad lick before latching onto your jugular, sucking hard. your back arched into his touch as he held his ground, still sucking onto your neck even as you squirmed. at last, he released the portion of skin with an obnoxious pop, and a grin spread across his face as he saw the dark bruise left in his wake.

“mi amo…” the utter joy across his face was undeniable. with a playful growl, he dove back in and started sucking another hickey onto your sternum, nibbling the skin lightly. you hissed as he took the skin between his teeth. after a few seconds, the blond pulled back and ran his fingers over his new mark. before you could say anything, he was working on a third mark, and you bucked your hips against his. marko was quick to grind his clothed cock against you, groaning quietly.

once he finished the hickey, he sat up, removing his jacket. you sat up as well, going to run your hands over his chest and abs as he took off his crop top. with a smirk, marko grabbed your wrist and kissed the inside of it. you went to undo the buckle on his pants, but he was quick to grab your throat lightly and push your torso back down.

“i’m not fucking done with you…” marko growled playfully. “i’m not even close…”

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[alovesongshewrote]

Too Weird to Die | The Lost Boys x Reader HCs

Plot:  a monster hunter half adopts the Frog brothers and then avoids being murdered by vampires by being too weird to die. more at 8. [The Lost Boys x GN!Reader]

Word count:  2,873

Warnings:  murder, comedic violence, so much swearing that i'm putting it in the warnings

A/N: holy fuck i can't believe i wrote this lmaoooo. i might re-visit the concept, but for now, this is good

So all this shit starts a few years before the Emersons move to Santa Carla

You stop by the town on a visit because 

Y’know 

It’s a murder capital, who doesn’t stop at murder capitals for tourist reasons?

In all seriousness, you’re there because of all the suspicious murders

As a full time professional monster hunter, you know something is up, and you want to see if you can do anything about it

And you both can and can’t

At the time, you don’t find much evidence of actual monster activity 

Either because the titular lost boys are taking a break from murder for the month, or because they Know Something’s Up and they want to be Careful

BUT

YOU DO FIND SOMETHING

And that something is two dipshit (affectionate) amateur vampire hunters who are just raring to get themselves murdered horribly 

They followed you into an alley and threatened to stake you

It sounds bad, but keep in mind, they were like

Eleven

At the time

They were little

And they were so full of rage that you literally laughed at them for five minutes

AND YOU FELT BAD, BUT ALSO

IT WAS LIKE BEING HELD AT GUNPOINT BY PUPPIES 

You just couldn’t take them seriously 

However, the world you live in is a dangerous one, and those two dumbass kids were lucky that they threatened you, and not someone or something that wouldn’t have any objections to beating up literal children

So what you do is you take those little shits

And you train them up a little bit

Not enough to be actively dangerous

But enough so that they don’t get murdered

And that’s how you become the adopted older sibling to the Frog brothers

You didn’t have a choice in that, they hit you with the metaphorical adoption papers and you couldn’t do anything but go, “ok”

But you don’t mind too much

They’re you’re little bros

They’re so irritating, and if anything happened to them you’d kill everyone in santa carla and then yourself

Anyway

You leave santa carla for a bit, because, y’know, the murders stopped as soon as you got there

You’re away for a few months

And then bada bing bada boom, shit starts up again and you make your return

This time, you find the source of the problem, but you don’t realize they’re vampires for like, a solid minute

For the first few months, you genuinely think david and his gang are just

Annoying 

The first time you met them, david monologued for so long that you zoned out and started focusing on their jackets

You came to the conclusion that they all had dope jackets

And then you got bored and tried to leave

Which david wasn’t crazy about

So he told the boys to grab you and, well

Long story short, Marko got punched in the face

Rip marko

After that, the boys decided they were going to eat you

Because you don’t mess with them and get away with it!

So, they follow you around santa carla for A While

And at first it’s scary, because y’know

You’re being followed

But after some time you figure they aren’t actually going to do anything

So you’re more irritated than afraid

Aaaand they don’t try anything in all of that time because for one thing, they can never seem to find you when you’re on your own

And for another, every time they approach you as a group you let out a Very Loud Groan that informs everyone nearby of your location

So killing you would be too sus

Also, you don’t tell the frogs you’re being followed

Because they would probably try to murder your stalkers?

And like

You don’t need these fuckin kids going down on attempted murder charges, they’re too young for that shit

So

The cat and mouse game is just between you and the boys

And it’s at a stalemate 

For a While

Until they get the idea to approach you individually 

David is technically the first one to try it, though that’s more of an accident than anything else

The rest of the boys are off doing their own thing when David catches sight of you

He makes his approach 

All suave and cool 

Annnnnnd to make another long story short, he gets pushed into the ocean.

Oops.

Paul is the next one to try it

He heard about you pushing david into the ocean and he went :0

Like, that legitimately kind of sounds like a good time to him

Also, he kind of wants you dead!

But they all do, so

Anyway

He makes his approach

And you see him coming

And you just so happen to be drinking out of a glass bottle, so you chug the rest of your drink and shatter the bottom of the bottle in the minute it takes him to get to you

In retaliation, and also because breaking glass bottles is now a dick measuring contest

He picks up a bottle and tries to shatter it

It Does Not Go Well

Poor thing gets glass everywhere and like

You can’t help but laugh at him

AND AGAIN, YOU FEEL BAD

ESPECIALLY WHEN HE POUTS A LITTLE BIT, LIKE A KICKED PUPPY

AND YOU FEEL LIKE YOU KICKED A PUPPY

So you walk over and you go

“Ok, if you promise not to stab me, I’ll show you how to break a glass bottle properly.”

And like

He already knows how to break a glass bottle

He just fucked it up that time

But he lets you teach him anyway

And it’s totally to earn your trust so he can eat you

It absolutely doesn’t have anything to do with the way he really likes the sound of your laugh

Nope

Not at all

He gets back to the cave later, and he successfully spoke to you, but he didn’t successfully kill you, so everyone’s kinda pissed at him except for star and laddie

And david’s pissed that paul didn’t get thrown into the ocean, but oh well

The next boy to approach you is dwayne

And honestly, he doesn’t really approach you with intent

It just kind of happens

But when it does, he also doesn’t get thrown into the ocean

He encounters you in a bookstore on the boardwalk

And at first you don’t notice him

You’re too busy reading something that looks like a bodice ripper, but it has tentacles on the cover????

And even if he had thought of picking you up and carrying you off somewhere to kill you, he gets way too fucking distracted by that thing

Eventually you notice him standing there and you just

Throw the book

You yeet it off behind you and you go

“OH, HI, HELLO, HOW ARE YOU?  IT’S DWAYNE, RIGHT?  NICE JACKET, YOU AREN’T WEARING A SHIRT, OKAY, BYE.”

And then you go to fucking run out of the store

Because jesus christ, your one night without the frogs for you to partake in your Adult Life and one of the fucking BIKE BOYS shows up 

FUCK

Anyway, dwayne manages to grab you before you can leave

And he doesn’t get punched unlike poor marko

No, you’re too embarrassed for that

And it only gets worse for you when dwayne starts asking questions

You answer

Because you have no idea what else you can do

And this motherfucker seems to be getting a kick out of your discomfort 

He’s got this SMIRK on his face

Like he likes watching you squirm

Like he thinks it’s cute (he does)

You hate it

You like it

After what feels like an eternity of questioning, he does take pity on you

He buys you a drink and, instead of murdering you, he answers your questions

And you get close to figuring out that he’s a vampire 

But not quite :/

Oh well

Dwayne goes back to the cave, and everyone is like, “jfc, why is this little shit so unkillable?”

No one has answers, but dwayne does have a weird lump in his jacket pocket, and when he checks to see what it is, he sees the very tip of a tentacle before he SHOVES THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM WITH 0 MERCY

He has no fucking clue how you got that book onto his person without him noticing

But he respects it

Anyway, they send marko after you next

Because you punched him, and he hates you

Don’t worry about it too much though, because his opinion changes in like

Ten minutes

He follows you into like

A thrift store 

And once you realize you’re being followed you go, “oh hey, it’s you, with the cool jacket, sorry i punched you that one time, but to be fair, you did grab me, so”

And then you hand him a little bag of cool buttons that you found on a shelf 

And you say, with a very sweet and genuine smile

“These match your jacket!”

And all he can think is,

“Oh, so that’s why you’re still alive, okay”

Needless to say, he returns home having not murdered you, and david is Unamused 

You wounded his pride and punched his friend, he Does Not Like you

And then one night you run into him outside of the video store

And he already looks grumpy 

But then he sees you, and it just gets worse

Ironically

He tells you to buzz off that time

Which you don’t fucking do, because this bitch and his friends stalked you for A Time

And even though you’ve made friends with most of your stalkers, you’re still not gonna let this one go

And that’s like

Literally what you tell him

It makes him roll his eyes and fantasize about pushing you into the ocean

But then you go quiet 

And for a few minutes, the two of you just

Stand outside of the video store, leaning against the wall together

In the middle of the noise and excitement of the boardwalk, the two of you are calm and quiet 

And then you go

“Hey, do you ever realize that you have free will, and if you wanted to, you could just throw eggs at your fridge?”

And he goes

“Why the fuck would anyone want to do that”

To which you respond

“To test out their free will.”

You bounce off the wall and hold a hand out to him

“Come on.”

He asks where you’re going and you just 

Look at him

With the most devilish smile that vampire has ever seen

And you go

“To get some eggs.”

And while you’re doing that, you learn that david is so grumpy because his father (he does air quotes when he says the word father) is being very very unreasonable and also possibly indulging in mild child endangerment 

And like

David isn’t a kid, but it’s still endangering family

And that pisses you off

So as you’re leaving the boardwalk’s convenience store

You basically say

“Do you want me to kill that guy for you?  Because it sounds like he sucks, and I’ll totally kill that guy for you”

And to his own surprise, David finds himself saying no

Because if you tried to murder max, you would die- or at least he thinks you would

And oddly enough, he doesn’t want that for you

And he, too, realizes why no one’s killed you yet

And then you just cement it by grabbing the eggs and going, “Come on, let’s test our free will”

Is it immature to throw eggs at the video store?

Absolutely

But fuck it, you have free will

Or maybe you’ve just been hanging around the frogs too much

SPEAKING OF WHICH 

IT MIGHT BE IMPORTANT TO MENTION

THAT THIS WHOLE TIME

You’ve been going back to the frog brothers’ comic book store every night

Just to check on them, make sure they aren’t dead

Bc, y’know, santa carla, murder capital

And every time you come into the store after an encounter with one of the Boys, you have this weird smile on your face

Of course, they think it might be vampires.

And after you come back from the video store, they bring this up with you

One of them has a stake in his hand, and they go

“You’ve been weird lately, and we think it’s vampires.  Do you want us to kill the vampires for you?  Because it sounds like they suck, and we’ll totally kill those vampires for you”

So clearly, threatening violence is how all frogs, adopted or otherwise, express their love

Anyway, you just go

“Jesus christ, you know there’s more out there than just vampires, right?  Also, no, I’m not being weird because of vampires, I’m being weird because I found charming people in santa carla of all places.  Imagine that.”

And then the next week you find out the boys are vampires

You stop by the cave, and at this point they’ve given up on eating you, but it’s just so clear, and you are

Filled With Regret

In part because Holy Shit Your Brothers Were Right

But also because you’re probably going to have to kill the boys??

And oddly enough

You Don’t Want To Kill The Boys???

They went from stalkers to sweethearts and you’re mad about it

So of course, upon figuring it out

(they don’t tell you, by the way, you figure it out thanks to the smell of death, the sharp teeth, the Single Bed for four men, a little boy, and poor fucking star, and the poorly hidden dead body in their cave)

Anyway, upon figuring it out

You take the most rational route:

You get marko in a chokehold and hold a stake to his chest

Poor marko, he always gets the short end of the stick

Anyway

The boys all lose their shit

Which is

Fair

To them it looks like you pulled of their plan- you charmed them, and now you’re going to kill them, or at least try to

But before they can, y’know, rip your head off of your shoulders

You go

“WAIT!  Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, here’s the thing.  I!  Don’t want to kill Marko!  And hey, I’ve lived this long, so I assume you don’t want to kill me.  So, let’s make a deal.  We don’t kill each other, and everyone lives.  Sound good?”

Once they agree, you let marko go

And y’know what, because i think he deserves it

He punches you

And you can’t even be mad at that, you just threatened his life

But alas, that’s not where it ends

Because you’ve got a clause to add to your little agreement 

“Wait,” you say, mildly out of breath from the punching, “You can’t kill me, and I’ve got two little brothers you can’t kill either.  Their parents run that comic book store, the one on the boardwalk?  And they’re off limits.”

The boys sigh and nod, but jesus christ do you have more to say

“They also might try to kill you?  You don’t have to worry about it or anything, they’re like, twelve.”

The boys are not twelve at this point, but that’s how old they’re going to be to you forever

You’re never going to be able to see them as anything other than actual babies because that’s how siblings work

Anyway, you continue

“I’m working on getting them to be less murder-y, but they are very blood thirsty for their age.  I’m sure you can relate.”

Yeahhhh, no one laughs at that joke but you

But it’s okay

The agreement is made

You and the frog brothers are off limits in terms of murder

And you Don’t to tell the frogs about this because they would Attempt To Murder Your Vampires, and that’s not what you want

And in the same vein 

The boys don’t breathe a word of this to max

Because he would order them to turn you and your brothers

Or worse!

He would order them to kill you and your brothers

And they Do Not Want that

AND IN A SIMILAR YET DIFFERENT VEIN

THEY CANNOT LEAVE YOU ALONE AROUND MAX

IN FACT, I DON’T THINK THEY EVER TELL YOU THAT HE’S THEIR SIRE

You just think he’s david’s dad, and you don’t ask questions, because they don’t answer your questions, because if you knew what kind of power max had over them, and how easy it would be to abuse that power, you would try to kill max

Because murder is the love language of the frogs.

Anyway, they’re pretty sure that you would get yourself killed if you tried to fight max

And you’re 100% sure that the frogs would get themselves killed if they tried to fight the boys

That or they might actually hurt one of the boys

You did train them a bit, so they aren’t totally incompetent 

And the whole thing is just a messy web 

It’s an endless game where the only goal is to try and keep the people you care about from killing each other while the people you care about try to keep you from killing the people they hate

It’s

Complicated 

But hey, when you practice delinquency with your boys

Any of your boys

That shit’s fuckin worth it

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x gender neutral reader #tlb x reader #tlb david x reader #tlb paul x reader #tlb dwayne x reader #tlb marko x reader #the lost boys drabble #is it a drabble at this point??? #it's more me writing what could be a multichapter fic in a way that keeps my attention lord help me #anyway yeah #x reader

[locke-writes]

Mystery Character Drabble  for The Lost Boys with prompt 9: "I wish I could hate you" if that's okay

Prompt: I wish I could hate you

Character: David

He was charming, he was charismatic, and that had been your downfall.

There were nights when you needed to be alone, nights where everything was raging in your mind and you just needed to go someplace where noise drowned out the sound of your thoughts. On this days, you went to the boardwalk. Sometimes you might play a few games, might hop on the merry-go-round, but mostly you just liked to stare out at the ocean. The vastness of it, the fact that when it was dark you couldn’t tell land from water, all of it entranced you.

As you entranced David. He didn’t come to the boardwalk every night, at least not before meeting you. There was plenty to do in Santa Carla, and plenty of trouble to bring about when you were a vampire. The boardwalk was what came about when a simple night was needed, or when he’d tired of the typical. You hadn’t noticed him at first, he simply watched you for those first few nights, those first few months.

Because of you he came more and more often. Whether the other members of the vampire clan came with he didn’t care, in fact he preferred it. Once they figured out why he kept showing up at the boardwalk they grew tired of it, urging him to just turn you or feed from you. They felt he needed to move on, David felt he needed to take his time.

And take his time he did, casually starting conversations with you, just happening to be at the boardwalk for a little while before you would show up. It was planned to feel just like a coincidence, easy enough to gain your trust. Easy enough to slowly lure you into following him places when he asked, or meeting him when he asked. Enough that when he decided to turn you it was a shock, a surprise and a betrayal.

“I wish I could hate you” you spoke the first night after being turned.

“You’ll have to try your hardest” he replied.

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#locke writes #the lost boys #david #the lost boys drabble #david drabble

[fur-claws-and-eyeballs]

The Lost Boys play a game called “Comic or Obituary?”

David reads the local newspaper. (A bit if a holdover from his human life, but also a good way to keep an eye on things like police investigations and bodies found.)

When David smirks or chuckles at whatever he’s seeing on the page, Marko, Dwayne and Paul place their bets on whether he’s reading the Funnies or the Obits.

Bets placed, one of them asks, “Comic or Obituary?” and David answers…

“Old Mrs. Robert’s Obituary, actually. Says here she was a dedicated wife, pious churchgoer and upstanding member of her community. Wouldn’t be saying that if they knew what we got up to back in ‘37.”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #David tlb #text post #writing #fanfic ideas #drabble

[luv4fandoms]

Pop rocks (Marko x Reader)

This drabble was based off of this post by @walmart-cereal . But I saw it while traveling and couldn't help but write this, I'm writing this while in the car so that's why it's so short though lol

Pairing: Marko x Reader

Word count: 395

Warnings: None

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

“It's about time you made it!” Paul's voice cut through the buzz of the boardwalk.

“Sorry, I had to get ready and actually get here” you laughed while making your way to the group.

“We could have picked you up,” Marko stated, leaning back on his bike.

“And don't say you didn't want to burden anyone” he cut in when you opened your mouth, causing you to close it.

“Well I'm here now, so what is the plan?” You asked as they all dismounted their bikes.

“Look for dinner,” David spoke.

“Have fun along the way” Paul smiled, slinging his arm around your shoulder, looking behind him before his arm fell and he rummaged in his jacket for a cigarette, but your shoulder didn't stay empty for long as Marko stepped up on the other side of you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. You didn't see the looks that the others shot him, or the one he shot in return as he guided you down the boardwalk.

🦇🦇🦇🦇

“See that wasn't so bad”

“No it wasn't, but I'm not going on it again Paul” you told him as you and him stared at the rollercoaster from where you sat in front of the little shop. The others were still inside “buying” things like cigarettes and drinks, you were about to say something else when suddenly you heard a crackling and popping right next to your ear. Jerking back, you turned to see Marko standing there with a grin.

“What the freak?” You laughed

“Pop rocks”

“And you felt the need to activate them right next to my ear?”

“Where else?” He laughed, before tilting the small pouch towards you.

“Want some?”

“Sure” you smiled, holding out your hand and letting him pour some into your palm before dumping them into your mouth, letting the candy activate. You and Marko sat down at the small bench, watching for his nightly meal while enjoying the candy. You didn't see the shocked expression of Paul, or the knowing looks that Dwayne and David were sending the two of you.

“He never shares with me” Paul whined.

“He never shares with anyone” Dwayne stated

“We aren't Y/N” David nodded, watching as Marko put his arm on the back of the bench behind you, giving you some more candy while the two of you smiled.

#the lost boys #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #marko tlb #marko the lost boys #marko x reader #tlb marko x reader #tlb marko #marko tlb fanfiction #tlb marko fanfiction #tlb marko one shot #tlb marko drabble

[kissproof]

Poly lost boys with s/o who's a homebody???? Like a huge introvert that they have to like just show up to their house and/or make them go out whenever they hang out, cause most of them are super extroverted and I feel like Paul and Marko especially would just not understand the concept of enjoying staying at home in pajamas reading romance novels or watching tv more than going out and partying lol

but maybe also sometimes Dwayne just comes over and they just sit and read in silence lol

yes yes yessssss im so here for this

SUMMARY: poly!lb with a homebody s/o

WARNINGS: none!

it wouldn't be a saturday night if you weren't cozied up underneath the covers and getting lost in the silly prose of your favorite romance while two of your boyfriends whined and cried at the foot of your bed, begging you to come out with them for just a second.

"c'mon, babe. just a quick ride?" paul would pout, squeezing at your thighs above the blankets.

"you can read later! at least come to max's with us!"

your eyes would continue to scan over the words on the page, a quiet smirk beginning to mold onto your mouth.

"david gave me this," you'd reply matter-of-factly. "i promised him a review by the end of the week."

marko's eyes would damn near roll out of his head at that and dwayne, who had been beside you under the covers and buried in his own book you lent him, would just shake his head and turn to the next page after wetting his two fingers on his tongue.

eventually, paul would cave and slide a small book or two from the collection you kept dusted and coordinated in your bedroom. he'd come to you like a child before bed and offer whichever story he felt looked best. "could you read it to me?"

and marko would sulk and kick his feet around your room, hands deep in his jacket as you read aloud. he'd decided long ago that he'd rather watch a book than read one, and there was a bonfire he could smell just off the edge of the beach from the vantage point of your bedroom. as soothing as your voice and inflections were to him, he'd never understand why you'd rather stay inside on the weekends when the world was seemingly so young and alive.

#this is so late i apologize!!! #anon #answered #kissproof drabbles #poly lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #paul the lost boys

[themarginalthinker]

Centennial

(Dwayne is turning a hundred years dead. He and David go for a walk about it.)

-

It's a quiet night when they go for their walk.

They both know why, and both feel the need for the intimacy. David and Dwayne slip outside into the coolness of the fresh autumn night. It's not truly the height of the season yet, the leaves on the few deciduous trees not quite turned yet. It's in the air, though. The Wheel spins ever on...

Dwayne sets the pace, the direction. Really, they're not walking to any particular destination, but David follows along to wherever his packmate's heart desires.

Their stroll takes them over little streams, rock formations they clamber like squirrels over. It's nice to stretch their limbs, their claws, their senses. Not human. But not hunting either.

Eventually, on a tall ridge overlooking a deep valley, Dwayne stops. He sighs, leaning against a tree and staring out at the deep, clear sky. Never, never again will David be trapped under the glow of city lights, blocking the stars from view. But this night isn't about him. He takes a comfortable crouch, waiting.

It's a while before Dwayne slides down the tree to sit. Longer still until he speaks.

"A hundred years tonight."

David nods. "Almost to the hour, huh?"

"Can barely fuckin' believe it."

No. David neither. Between them in the bond, a hundred years passed, in memories and feelings. The wonderful, the fair, the bad, the hideous. People come and gone. Places seen and left behind.

"We finally did it. And it wasn't even us," Dwayne comments into the night.

David knows what he's talking about, because it's also on his mind.

"Yeah. Go figure."

Max was dead. Their sire, the reason for all of this in the first place. The monster who, from the very beginning Dwayne and David had been planning, hoping, praying a day would come when they could finally be rid of, was dead. And they'd not laid a finger on him.

"...Are we old, David?"

The vampire in question blinks, looking to Dwayne properly now.

Across the bond, almost as clear as words spoken aloud from so long having it, being as close as they are, sharing so much, David knows what Dwayne means. Watching the seasons, the years, the decades tick on, but here they were. Maybe not celebrating, but certainly commemorating after a fashion, the night Dwayne died at the hands of a beast the both of them only ever wanted to be free from.

"Not as old as some," David answers instead.

Dwayne hums, looking away, back to the valley below.

David cracks a smile. "I personally don't think you get to bitch about anything until you're at least a hundred 'n fifty."

Dwayne snorts at that, sending David a look. "Now you're just moving goal-posts to feel better about your own dusty ass."

"Heh. Not too dusty for the whippersnappers last night, apparently," David simpers.

They share a small, but genuine laugh.

It feels good. It feels freeing.

David moves first. Not rising from the crouch, but leaning into it, loping on all fours the few paces left between them. He's not a man, and hasn't been for a long, long time.

Dwayne meets him as he comes close, turning so his body is open to it. David fits himself beside Dwayne. Thighs pressed close, knee to hip. Shoulder to shoulder.

Tonight, a century has passed, and the two vampires, the eldest of their pack now, watch the stars pass overhead.

Maybe, a thousand years from now, they will be here again.

They find themselves hoping so.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #drabble #david tlb #dwayne tlb #vampires #they're old in years and old in life lived your honor

[charlizekkelly]

dr. feelgood

NSFW prompt: “What a pretty sight.”

Pairing: Reader x Paul (The Lost Boys 1987)

Word Count: 1467

TW’s: kidnapping, murder, blood, biting and slight mention of choking.

Authors note: Am I a whore for @blondrockerpaul ? yes. did I write this because @willowbrookesblog and I were thirsting over his hands? also yes. here's some dark, rockstar-like Paul with a downright depraved and yandere edge (my speciality).

!NSFW - 18+ CONTENT. MINORS DNI!

An ebony guitar flecked with a metallic-like silver sat perched in a black-metal stand beside a lavish seating arrangement, black leather chairs bordering an abstract coffee table as the dark, sensual lighting of the room seemed to compliment the blond whose personal touch decorated it. Lavish and framed platinum awards lined a wall to the right of the room, a Scream poster catching her eye from the centre of an artfully arranged display of band posters–all signed by their respective members–and the chords to Motley Crue’s album ‘Dr. Feelgood’ played in the background.

She’d been in Paul’s dressing room plenty of times over the months since Marko had introduced them at one of his gigs, back when his band ‘Death’s Carnage’ first opened for Guns ‘N Roses. She still wondered why Marko had given her a backstage pass that day as she wandered the dark-toned room, but she scolded herself for the thought because she knew why.

Marko had been the sheepdog herding the stray toward the wolf in sheep’s clothing, and she’d been the foolish lamb. Unaware of the dangers lurking beneath his skin…or the fangs.

Her knee collided with Paul’s in the same moment his ring-covered hands grasped her waist and pulled her onto his leather-clad lap, her thighs straddling his waist as her heart jolted in her chest. Not that she could run from him, and she’d made the mistake of trying several times before.

And that worked out for you the last time you tried. Didn’t it? She thought, eyeing him with a masked sense of uncertainty.

He wouldn’t let her go, not after Marko had hand-picked her from the crowd. Not then. Not now. Not ever.

“Paul,” she uttered playfully, a soft chuckle echoing across the room as she tried to ignore the attraction she felt for him.

The broad yet chiselled plains of his face were dappled by the sensual lighting, black mesh shirt baring the toned and carved expanse of his chest as she rested one hand on his shoulder and the other tangled in the locks of his hair at the nape of his neck. The dirty blond with wild tresses and Atlantic-blue irises surveyed her as she peered up at him, his height piping hers, something oceanic undertoned by his cologne engulfing her senses.

“So, what did you think of the show?” Paul asked, brimming with his usual after-show adrenaline.

Her eyes darted to his hands, lingering on the veins that shifted with his movement as lust trickled into her bloodstream at the memory of his skilled hands wrapped around the neck of his guitar, fingers shredding the notes of his riff. And as hard as she tried, she couldn’t shake the thought of what else his hands could do whilst she’d watched him play. 

She knew what they could do, had seen the blood that’d stained them and heard the definitive crunch of bone as he snapped the neck of her friend who’d been foolish enough to try and help her escape him. His grin had been callous and tinged with baneful delight but not at her–never at her–as she tried to back away, terrified that he’d rip her throat out.

And like he’d sensed her train of thoughts, Paul had assured her that he didn’t want her dead. That he would never waste his time draining another human when he had her. That he wouldn’t let her go because she was his like he was hers.

Truthfully, she didn’t know what that meant but if it meant she wouldn’t die. Then she’d take whatever she could get, as stupid as that made her.

She managed to tear her gaze from his hands and the tide of her thoughts to meet his oceanic irises.“It was…something else.”

Paul’s calloused fingers trailed from the swell of her waist to her inner thigh, tracing salacious patterns into her skin as he pulled her closer to himself and his nose pressed into the crook of her throat, drawing a lungful of her scent into his chest, her heart rate spiking and pounding against the pulse-point his lips brushed against.

A dark chuckle reverberated from the depths of his chest, head lifting from her throat. His husky voice seemed to caress her skin like his fingertips against her inner thigh, lips brushing against hers. “Do I have that much of an effect on you?”

“Paul.”

“Words, angel,” he coaxed, sending lust careening through her bloodstream as his voice dropped several octaves. “C’mon, tell me what’s on your mind. What thoughts are running through that pretty, little mind of yours?”

“Your hands.” She admitted; her lips mere inches from his.

His blond brow arched, prompting her to continue as his lips tugged into a smug smirk. “What about them?”

Her gaze locked with his. “I was wondering if the guitar was the only thing they play.”

A mirthful chuckle rumbled from his chest before his lips pressed against hers, the hand at her thigh tightening as he dragged her closer to himself, the fabric of her skirt riding up her legs. The hand on her thigh kneaded the soft flesh whilst the other trailed up her body and tangled in her hair, tipping her head back until a soft gasp spilled from her lips and he deepened the kiss.

He pulled away a moment later, nipping at the underside of her jaw before the hand in her hair skittered to her throat. “Have I been neglecting you that much, angel?” He murmured.

His fingers wrapped around the soft expanse of her throat, his calloused thumb smoothing over the flesh above her jugular before her eyes widened and he shifted their position in a movement quicker than she could fathom so she was under him with her back pressed into the black leather, the rip of her panties ghosting the shell of her ear.

His lips pressed against hers in the same moment he sunk a guitar string-calloused finger into her cunt, a shocked gasp emitting from her mouth before his lips muffled the sound and he set a tantalising pace with his measured thrusts. Dragging back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until the pad of his thumb grazed her clit and he pulled away, pressing another finger into her cunt.

Her hips raised in reaction to the added digit, a needy moan filling the room as a satisfied smirk etched across his face and he curled his fingers, brushing a spot inside of her that drew a garbled plea from her mouth. “Please, Paul.” 

Paul’s head cocked to the side as he watched his fingers plunge in and out of her, thumb tracing another circle into her clit. “You know I love it when you beg, and what a pretty sight you are. Squirming, moaning and begging on my fingers.”

His words shouldn’t have sent a bolt of pleasure through her, but as his thumb drew that same star-inducing circle into her clit, she couldn’t bite back the moan it dredged from her chest. Her fingertips sunk into the plush leather couch as her head tipped into the backrest, baring her throat to Paul’s gaze.

“Fuck. Just like that… just like that.” She murmured, releasing a content hum as his head dipped, lips alternating between sucking marks into her throat and pressing possessive kisses against her skin.

She should’ve been terrified of him. Should have fought tooth and nail at every waking moment to be free of him. Should have driven a stake through his chest when she had the chance all those months ago. But she hadn’t, and she knew she wouldn’t, not even if her sanity begged her to. Not when some part of the rockstar had brought her to life in ways she couldn’t understand or as his canines and incisors elongated. Her heart skipped a beat before his fangs pierced her flesh, flooding her bloodstream with a million aphrodisiacs that muddled her mind and sent her over the edge, a breathy moan tearing from the caverns of her chest.

The chorus of the blond’s favourite band left to cloy in her eardrums from the speakers of his beloved stereo, her hands releasing the couch to grip at the fabric of his shirt whilst he swallowed several mouthfuls of her blood before his tongue lathed over the wound and he pressed a lust-filled kiss to her lips. Her heavy-lidded eyes blinked up at him as he grinned down at her and removed his fingers, pulling her into his arms when he sank down into the couch.

“He’s the one they call Dr. Feelgood…”

And as she fought to stay awake, She couldn’t shake the irony of those lyrics because she knew he was the only one who would make her feel good. And if anyone tried to squander him…

He’d kill anyone foolish enough to try.

#charlizekkelly #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys #paul tlb #tlb #rockstar!paul x reader #paul the lost boys x reader #paul the lost boys imagine #paul the lost boys drabble #paul tlb imagine #paul tlb drabble #imagine #drabble #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys drabble #marko the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #david tlb

[mistysimpingandspam]

POLY LOST BOYS HORNY RAMBLING AHEAD

18+

BUT LIKE

just imagine them taking turns fucking you back at the cave??

like they’d just come back from an intense hunt and you’re just sitting there like “hi :)”

and they all give each other that look.

cut to two minutes later, your clothes are completely shredded and paul is eating you out while the others start stripping as well ❤️

david just snatches you from paul, bends you over the couch, and just absolutely RAILS you while the rest of the guys watch, slowly stroking themselves.

that’s when he telepathically tells the others how tonight, they’re just gonna wreck you.

the second david pulls out of you, marko is pretty much immediately inside you and just pounding away. then dwayne, then paul.

but they’re not done with just one round…

they literally take turns fucking you until you’re sobbing and only really stop when you pass out from the stimulation.

then they bring you back to your next for an aftercare session of sweaty group cuddles 💓

this has been on my mind for sometime and i’m tempted to write a fic about it lowkey???

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys gang #kiefer sutherland #david the lost boys #billy wirth #brooke mccarter #paul the lost boys #alex winter #the lost boys x reader #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys x you #david x reader #marko the lost boys #the lost boys drabble #the lost boys paul

[imagine-darksiders]

Dead

Sharing this whole scene because I'm rather fond of it :)

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As soon as Freddy tries to follow him through the door however, the boy gives an indignant squawk, wheeling away from his guardian and lifting his hands to shove at the bear's stomach, apparently dead-set on removing him from the bathroom.

“You can't come in here!” Gregory hisses.

Despite the immense difference in size and strength, Freddy stops at once, innocently shuttering his optics. “Why not?”

“Because!” Gregory huffs, “It-It's... private!”

“But... what if you need my help?”

Even in the dim light, he can see the boy's face grow slack with horror at his implication.

Offering a reassuring hum, Freddy clarifies, “I meant in case something tries to hurt you whilst you're in here alone."

His ward relaxes, if only fractionally. “Oh... Right.”

“... Although," the bear adds as an afterthought, "If you did require-”

“OUT!”

Little hands swat furiously at Freddy's legs, causing the animatronic to laughs heartily as he allows himself to be chased back through the doors and out into the Atrium's upper promenade.

#fnaf #The Lost Boy #Chap2 #Drabble #Freddy Fazbear #Gregory #security breach #Saved in my wips for over a year lol #Freddy Dadbear #Glamrock Freddy

[beoneofus]

“ shit... ”

hands wrapped around your inner thighs, pulling you closer; your body forcefully dragging forward on the clothed bed that squeaked under the strength of the vampire. you let out a breathy noise, one that was accompanied by pleasure; filled with lust so soft that the brunette above you captured your lips into a kiss while his hips snapped forward.

moaning out into his mouth, brows drawing together, your arms flew forward; hands gripping onto broad shoulders. roughly squeezing, nails clawing into his sweat slick, cold skin. “ harder, ” you quietly whined out against his mouth. you knew he liked to drag these sessions out, always captured by your noises and the facial expressions you made. weakened by the way your heat gripped his length. all of you was intoxicating, so good that it had dwayne in a heated vice grip like the body of an anaconda.

“ you feel so fucking good.. ” he grunted out so sharply that it sounded like a growl. it made you pull your lower lip between your teeth, while your hands dragged over the wings of his shoulders to interlock behind his neck. dragging him down, you kissed him again. and again. and again. right until you bucked your hips up, so that he slid deeper into you; your teeth scraping over his bottom lip, only to drag it out.

dwayne's eyes gleamed amber once you released, the smallest drop of blood splitting out from the slit you left in his lip. he stared you down in the eye, as he licked it away, moving to place either arm above your head so that he caged you in.

he trusted forward harshly. you gasped, rolling your head back and arching. your hair splayed onto the bed before you, so messy and unkempt; sweat clinging to your supple skin, making it shine over the hazy lighting that covered the room.

“ if you wanted me to ravish you... ” he husked, pushing his sharpening nails into the mattress. “ all you had to do was ask. ”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne x reader #lost boys drabble

[misslavenderlady]

4 with David. 🙈

I Want The Hurt 🖤

David/Female!Reader

David was a complete gentleman. After telling you that he was a vampire, he became quite open about the great history he had lived through. Under that punk biker aesthetic was an old soul who wanted to treat you like a real lady.

He wined and dined you at your favorite restaurants. He gave you his coat whenever the evening breeze chilled your skin. After taking you home, he'd press a kiss to the back of your hand, wishing you a restful remainder of the night.

The two of you couldn't be more in love. And yet, you sensed he was holding back on you.

David made it perfectly clear to you that his vampiric strength was not something to take lightly. He proved such a thing whenever you watched the gory feeding sessions that he and his brothers indulged in. If he wanted to, he could break a human being in half as if he were snapping a pencil.

You never saw that side of David when you two were intimate. He was a generous lover, always satisfying you with the most gentle love making possible. Every inch of your body was savored by the immortal creature. You had become a deity for him to worship.

Though you loved the way he treated you, there was a craving deep inside you that longed for more. Something that yearned for the danger and fear that came with having a vampire lover.

You fantasized about pain at David's hand. In the daylight hours you dreamed about him fucking you like a wild animal. You fingered yourself to the idea of him scratching, biting and bruising your body. You came hard to the fantasy of him breaking you just because he could.

The curiosity was too much. You needed to feel the hurt. The sweet suffering.

"Do you have any idea what you're asking from me, darling?" he drawled. You had poured your heart out to him in the darkest corner of the cave. With your heart pounding and your hands sweaty, he could tell you were far too nervous to tell him this in the light. Fear of seeing how he'd react to such a thing.

"I know," you assured him. "I trust you completely, David. We have safe words, limits, aftercare, all that. I just…fuck, I want to see what a monster you truly are."

David's own interest peaked. He adored his human lover with all of his undead heart. Never before had he wanted to care for someone. Be gentle and kind. Give them the world if they ask. It was a desire he thought would be lost with the abandonment of his humanity.

And yet, he wanted to show his true power. Mark them completely as his forever mate and show what he could truly do.

So he asked you a simple question.

"You know I love you, right?"

Though you were engulfed in darkness, you still nodded. His powerful eyes could detect your motions. A moment passed before said eyes lit up in the shadows area. Gold and red shimmering back at you with a glint of deviousness.

"Good. Because I have every intention of fucking you like I don't~"

That was the last thing he said to you before grabbing at your waist with clawed fingers and dragging you further into the abyss. He had no plans of letting you go anytime soon.

#drabble #the lost boys #tlb #david the lost boys #david x reader

[phebth]

……… idk where tf y’all get this mindset that y/n is legit the most innocent angel BECAUSE LET ME TELL YOU I WOULD’VE ROCKED THEIR SHIT FROM THE MOMENT I MET THEM‼️

PETITION TO MAKE Y/N HAVE ATTITUDE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT IF I SEE ONE MORE POST ABT READER NOT BEING ABLE TO STAND THEIR GROUND I WILL LOOSE MY MIND

and btw i’m not talking abt those wholesome posts with flower crowns and sweet stuff that’s cute af i’m talking abt people who r straight up making it so that reader is being TARGETED and DEGRADED and not being able to snap back a reply‼️

-bo agrees with this statement

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[phantomenby]

Baby bat

Prompt - being the youngest and the weakest due to not taking Max's blood as well

"Come on little dove, it's already nine"

The figure curled up on the mattress stirred, stretching out their legs before curling back in on themselves, burying their face beneath one of the raggedy pillows in front of them.

Paul tugged on the blanket that was closest to him, exposing you to the cold open air, dancing the pads of his fingers across your hip as he nuzzled into your back.

"You can't stay inside forever baby bat."

"Can too-" you mumbled under one of the pillows, shuffling away from the wandering hands, kicking your leg out to bump into Paul's thigh.

Dwayne, who had been waiting by the entrance after the rest of the pack had headed out, walked over. Tugging back the curtains surrounding your hidden space, staring down at the two of you with mirth.

"What's wrong little bunny?" you felt the bed dip as he sat down on the opposite side to Paul, placing his hand on your shoulder and nudging you back.

Looking up you met his eyes, tears brimming in your own as your stomach twisted.

"Hurts."

The two of them shared a look, leaning closer.

"What hurts hun?" Paul pressed his thumb to your temple, rubbing it softly in an attempt to soothe you, slowing when you shook your head.

It would be your chest then. For some reason, your body refused to accept the blood you had consumed almost three months ago. You had known the boys for years, having met Dwayne in the bookshop on the boardwalk when you were sixteen and a runaway.

"Do you wanna go out love?"

You thought on it, you hated being trapped inside the cave. If it weren't for the constant breeze passing from over the ocean you were sure the place would feel suffocating.

Pushing the pillow away you forced yourself up, letting Dwayne pull you into a sitting position and closer to him so you had something to lean against.

"Are we goin' the boardwalk?" the brunette nodded, playing with the golden sun pendant dangling from your ear, purring as you turned your face to meet his chest.

I'll go

With that confirmation Paul whooped, tossing you a change of clothes and a pair of black pull-on boots, leaving you with Dwayne who helped you pull over the thick sweater and loose jeans. He carried you out of the cave, arms draped over his shoulders and legs wrapped around his waist as your chest pressed to his back.

-

The drive was calm, with Dwayne going at a pace rather slow for him while Paul weaved side to side to prevent himself from getting bored.

By the time you had arrived at the seafront Star and Laddie had vanished, the young girl taking him towards the rides so he could enjoy himself while she glanced at the few stalls that had appeared overnight.

David smiled when he saw you, reaching out to pull you close when you stumbled from Dwayne's bike, a firm arm wrapping around your waist and keeping you stable.

The dark leather and denim were a sinister contrast to the bookish outfits you wore, which made you look like some introverted college kid.

You ok baby bat?

You nodded, meeting Davids eyes and leaning subtly against him, not wanting to ruin his bad boy persona.

Are you staying here all night?

Sometimes when they managed to drag you out they made the most of it, insisting on taking you on all the rides you could manage and feeding you ridiculous amounts of human sustenance.

Maybe tonight would be fun

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