Hmm can we get some headcanons on what The Lost Boys would be like in a polyamorous relationship with someone please? Thank you for your time!
ok fools let’s get Wholesome
honestly i don’t think it even occurs to them not to have a poly relationship with you
they’ve all been together for so long that they’re pretty much a package deal once you’re part of the pack. Sharing Is Caring
they’re a l w a y s touching you. someone’s always got an arm around your waist or a hand holding yours while y’all prowl the boardwalk, and when you’re all chilling in the lair it’s just a constant cuddle pile. they take turns having you sit on their lap so it’s nice and fair (and Marko and Paul definitely will sit on yours)
you’re all together, but that doesn’t mean they don’t appreciate a little one-on-one time with you on occasion. they’ve all got different date preferences:
David likes the classic wine and dine date - even if the wine is usually in the range of 4 bucks and the dine is restricted to the short list of restaurants where he and the boys haven’t been banned from for life (heh.) after he’ll take you for a stroll along the quieter side of the boardwalk, checking out the little shops or just enjoying the sound of the sea. most of the time he’ll give you something at the end of the date as a little memento, ranging from a stuffed animal or piece of jewelry to particularly striking shells or sea glass
Dwayne brings the Romance. Santa Carla might be a party town, but he has a knack for finding the quiet places where nature still rules, and what’s better than a little picnic and looking down on the ocean from high above, with the stars above your head? it’s about a fifty-fifty split if Laddie tags along, but if he does Dwayne’s happy to give you plenty of extra attention once the two of you can find some privacy
Paul’s the one who’s got a finger on the pulse of the music scene in Santa Carla. he’s always keeping an eye out for who’s playing at the boardwalk, and if it’s someone he likes (or that he thinks you’ll like, even if they’re not his taste. that’s love bitch!) he’ll drag you off to jam. not a fan of dealing with a big crowd? no problem! Paul will just fly you up to a rooftop and you’ll have the best view in the place - plus plenty of privacy for when his hands start wandering
Marko’s not big on crowds when he’s not hunting, so his dates are usually chill hangouts at the cave (or at your place, if they haven’t convinced you to move in.) he’ll swing by rental store to grab some cheesy horror movies, you’ll order some pizza, and the two of you will settle in and spend the night critiquing effects and laughing at jumpscares (and making out, of course)
they’ve always got your back, but they also think it’s hot as fuck if you can handle yourself. if you get into an altercation with some douche and you’re not outnumbered or obviously outclassed, they’re happy to hang back and watch you tear the bitch apart
surf nazis trying to needle them for letting you fight their battles or whatever completely doesn’t work - like damn, are you jealous bc you don’t have a hot partner who kicks ass? sucks 2 be you ;)
if you’re human it’s just a constant war between their inclination to pull dumb stunts all the time and the fact that they will Flip Out if you get hurt. they love the way you scream when y’all are speeding down along the cliffs or even just going on one of the rougher rides on the boardwalk, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have you in a death grip in case anything goes wrong
are you also a grody lil punk? you have come to the right boys. they know all the best places to pick up cool clothes on the boardwalk and they have a huge stash of pins, patches, and various other bits ‘n bobs for you to chuck on your jacket - not to mention a lot of their clothes are actually legit vintage pieces, so they’ve got a lot of practice with repairing things if you get a little too enthusiastic with your diy-ing
if you’re not into the punk scene they’re unbothered - you look hot as hell to them no matter your personal style, plus this means they get to watch your cute reactions when they play you new records or drag you to concerts (and also respecting peoples preferences is Punk As Fuck.) paul still wants to stud up at least one of your jackets though
are you sad??? they are On The Case. the moment that you let on that you’re even slightly upset they’re ready to Fight and also to Love
they’re willing to roll with whatever you need. in the mood for cuddles and kisses? they’ve got all the time in the world. feel like screaming and breaking things? they’ll put on their loudest records and there’s plenty of old cups and shit around the cave, go nuts baby. just want to wallow for a bit? they’ll cover you in blankets and leave you be while they raid the nearest convenience store for your favorite food
if it’s a person who made you upset and you’re not squeamish (which like. you kinda have to be with these boys, even if you’re still human), they’ll bring you back a trophy after they’re done with whoever hurt you - a bloodstained shirt, a hat, something like that
paul, handing you just a straight up human hand: hey babe i got u a present
if you aren’t already an immortal of one variety or another, they’re definitely going to convince you to vamp out eventually. they don’t do things halfway; if you’re with them now, they want you with them Forever. and they won’t play with you like they did with Michael - as soon as the blood’s done working it’s way through your system, they’ll be whisking you out to the beach to find your first victim
hey love ! I adore your lost boys headcanons. Could we possibly get hcs about the lost boys with a powerful witch s/o???
*casually shoving my lost boys witch oc under the bed* ah yes a subject which i definitely have the normal amount of feelings about. also i love how fucking chaotic this gif is god
they’re super fucking into it imo - the flashier your powers the better
though you’re still functionally human (with the exception of a much longer lifespan), your blood is like nothing they’ve ever experienced before; there’s an energizing quality to it that makes them feel so much stronger, sharpening their senses and reflexes - not to mention it’s basically an aphrodisiac 👀💦
you have a natural shield up against any sort of mental fuckery. David is mildly put out by this, but learns to appreciate it - it’s more fun to play mind games with you when he has to work for it
if you fly (with a broomstick or with some other flight-capable household tool), races are definitely thing - on their motorbikes or just flying solo. you’re just a bit faster, but they have an advantage on maneuverability and experience - loser buys or is dinner
you know they can take care of themselves, but you still place protective sigils around the cave and in the pockets of their jackets in case any amateur hunters get antsy. Marko helps you, sometimes - he still needs you to charge them, but he has a steady hand and a good eye, so he picks up your designs in no time
if some of your spells are the kind that require a… visceral component, let’s say, the boys will go out of their way to bring you something back from their hunt, whether it be a vial of blood to add to your cauldron or a full, living human, bound for your purposes. sometimes it won’t even be for something you need right at that moment they’ll just swing by like “hey remember how that one potion needed a liver? well”
ever work with sex magic? you will literally always have at least one willing participant nearby
babe it’s 4pm! time for the ritual sexl!
paul, knocking dwayne into a wall: LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO
they love to watch you when you’re doing magic, even when it isn’t sexual - they’re excited by that focused, intense look you get, the way the air crackles around you as you shape the world to your will. frankly, they’re all a little more into the fact that you could wreck their asses if pushed than they maybe should be
most of them claim not to care about the drawbacks of vampirism - namely, the sunlight affliction - but if you manage to work out a charm or spell that will let them walk around in the daylight for a few hours, you can look forward to some very cuddly, emotional vamps once night falls
they still want to turn you just on principle, but if you’re not sure how the process will affect your powers they’ll hold off - it’s not like they know what’ll happen, and what’s the point of turning if you can’t still set assholes on fire with your mind?
Alright, this is pretty self indulgent but could you please do something with a graveyard shift worker and poly Lost Boys? I used to work graveyard and I would often daydream about the boys coming in, since there were always a lot of interesting and "interesting" characters coming in. Maybe if they had, they could have stopped the bastard that broke into my car one night.
ngl pre-pandemonium i used to hit up my local convenience stores at ungodly hours of the night really often so i get what u mean about interesting characters (….i was probably one of them sometimes) also why is there only like .25% of Marko in this gif. justice for my boy
the first one you meet is Marko, i think: sent out for snacks, drinks, and smokes, your little store happens to be the first one he comes across (or is he just drawn to the cutie manning the register? he isn’t telling.) he’s not particularly friendly on his own, but he’s at least polite - even if he definitely gives you a once-over before he heads out
(he has at least six fake ids and only two look remotely like him. whatever, dude. what happens in santa carla stays in santa carla)
the next time, Paul’s loping along behind him, asking at a much louder volume than necessary if this is the store with the cute cashier. he’s much less interested in picking out the snack inventory for the night than he is in draping himself over your register and trying to get a smile out of you
Marko ends up literally dragging him out by the collar and he still manages to blow you a kiss. does figure 8s in the parking lot on his bike to show off for you before he drives away
Dwayne and David tag along the next time, and then somehow you’ve ended up with the most dangerous gang in santa carla as your graveyard shift entertainment and personal security system
you might think that Dwayne is the most trustworthy person involved in these lil shopping runs. Do Not Be Fooled. he looks mature but then you catch him trying to convince an extravagantly high Paul to snort fun dip in the bathroom and the illusion is broken. an enabler of the highest order who thinks you look cute when you’re exasperated
David and Marko are the most chill, though Marko is quick to join Paul’s shenanigans if he thinks they’ll be funny. David mostly hangs around your register and chats with you/glares at anyone who interrupts the conversation. tries to start philosophical discussions at 3 in the morning because he’s an asshole
Marko def brings his sketchbook and draws you when you’re not looking
you see that sexy lil glower Dwayne’s giving in that gif? that’s exactly the look he gets when he glances out the window and sees some asshole fucking with your ride
when i said personal security system? i meant that. the sight of them is usually enough to scare off any unsavory characters, and those few idiots who still try and mess with you while they’re around are swiftly and violently taught the error of their ways. no one fucks with their pet human friend except them
they definitely aren’t shy about PDA in front of you. Marko and Paul hang over each other constantly, and it’s not uncommon to see David slip a hand in Dwayne’s back pocket while they’re standing by the beer fridge musing over the selection. it doesn’t take catching Paul and Dwayne making out in the chip aisle to figure out that they’re all together
(but yes, that also happens. Dwayne buys you a slushie as a “sorry for getting to third base in your store” gift)
by the time they’ve started inviting you to the cave on your free nights (and had plenty of opportunities to kill you, but somehow can’t bring themselves to go through with it), it becomes clear that none of them are averse to the idea of bringing you into the fold - it’s just a matter of whether or not you make that first step
You're welcome. So Lost Boys getting doomed and possibly collared by their s/o after they've turned them? Because the boys are a packaged deal.
did i go collar shopping for this post?? yes. were some of these collars already saved in my bookmarks/etsy likes?? also yes
a ranking of enthusiasm re: collaring, from 500% Into It to If You Come Near Me With That I Will Eat You
already owns and regularly wears a collar: PAUL
look at this man. look at his fishnet shirt. now look me in the eyes and tell me this is a man who would not happy wear a collar. you literally can’t. i genuinely feel like he probably has one already for kink but also just to wear around? he’s a punk in the 80s, it’s fashion. and the fact that you’re just as into it as he is makes it all the better
preferred style: this baby. fashionable, functional, and spiked to match his bracelets. tug him around by the o-ring and he’s yours for eternity
probably also wears a collar sometimes but isn’t as ride or die about it as paul: marko
another one who i can see just casually collared up while he’s out n about. already pretty subby to begin with, so he’s happy to let you take charge (and to relish the way you coo over how handsome he looked collared.) team up with one (or all) of the other boys against him for Maximum Effect
preferred style: realistically, i can see him rockin this one - plenty of options to attach a leash, if you’re into that kind of thing (he is.) in the interest of self-indulgence, i am also linking this because the idea of marko wearing a little bell is driving me fucking Bananas and i think maybe i have a new kink???
thinks collars are hot on other people mostly, but will humor you if you want to see him in one: dwayne
dwayne usually prefers to go with the flow when it comes to sex; he has his Moods, sure, but generally he’s happy to accommodate his partner, whether they want him submissive or dominant or somewhere in between. likes the look of collars, but doesn’t really seek them out for himself unless you want him in one. that being said he’s pretty sensitive to texture, so you need to be careful with your selection - anything clunky or super-ornamented, he’s probably not gonna wear for too long
preferred style: something like this is more dwayne’s style: simple, subtle, and doesn’t have too many fancy metal bits to get in his way or irritate his skin
he will die first (but secretly kind of a pushover for you): david
you want to put him??? the Leader of the Pack™??? in a collar??? “babe i think you’d look much better in that than me [you hit him w/ the puppy dog eyes] aw goddamnit just give me the fucking thing.” david doesn’t give in to his submissive side easily, but he trusts and loves you (and the boys) enough to give it a go. only once in a blue moon and he expects a very good meal afterwards, but he’ll do it for you (and even he can admit, he does look damn good in a collar)
preferred style: look getting him into a collar might be like pulling teeth but if you have a gorgeous set like this on hand i think he’d be marginally more willing to play along. what can i say, he’s a sucker for Aesthetics
keep your guard up, though. they’re all switches at heart, even if ¾ths of them are eager subs (and david isn’t nearly as much of an Unshakeable Dom as he makes himself out to be.) if ya get too relaxed, don’t be surprised if a collar ends up around your pretty little throat instead of theirs
(and when it comes to you, the leash is definitely going on too)
If it's not too much trouble can I request a soulmate au for the Lost Boys? S/O is someone they knew for a while but kept what they were a secret as to not scare their s/o off until they find they have the same birthmark indicating soulmates. Then they feel they need to tell s/o what they are but David doesn't want to leave an option open so gives them the bottle to drink. Please and thank you.
like what i do? support me on kofi!
i know that paul being a himbo is distracting but can we all take a moment to appreciate dwayne in this gif. look at him. Appreciate Him. kinda stopped before any ~confrontation~ but like y’all know david would not even be remotely fucking around with the bottle once he found out you were his soulmate hgfdsa. length: 2.5k
Can i request the lost boys x m!reader whose immortal? like just a regular human who can’t die lmao
but take your time man and don’t forget to drink water 👍👍
Y'all are too nice to me ty 😌💕
You were always super daring, and they respected you for that. You always agreed to do wreckless shit with them. More than once, Marko hooked an arm around your neck, teasing you about it. "Looks like we've got a bad boy on our hands!"
At the time, they didn't realize that it was because you knew that nothing would kill you.
First of all, you never told them, they just found out one day. Because you hang out with vampires all the time, the local vampire hunters assumed you were one. As a result, you got a wooden stake shot through you during an ambush.
Of course, your boys could only see red after that and didn't stop the slaughter until there was no one else to kill. Before they could even have time to mourn you however, you popped right back up, pulled the splinters out, and asked them nonchalantly "You guys okay?"
David just screamed "What the absolute fuck, man." Paul and Marko ran to hug you, and Dwayne nearly passed out.
Even after you explained, they never, ever got used to it.
To this day, they'll still freak out and fawn over you with worried eyes and hands whenever you very nearly die. Doesn't matter that you're "a grown man, thank you very much", or that you're immortal. They will always be over protective.
You: Guys, I literally can't die. You don't need to worry about me getting sick-
Marko: sHUT UP Y/N, WE COULD HAVE LOST YOU TODAY-!
All things considered, it's actually very convenient. If they can't leave the cave for whatever reason, they can feast on you without having to worry about accidentally killing you from bloodloss.
David loves it. Before, he was always worried about getting his favorite human hurt, or the idea that one day you'd become an old man or get sick and die. He's extremely possessive, and would never ever let that happen. Luckily, he doesn't have to turn you into a vampire to keep you alive with them forever, and he couldn't ask for anything else.
You pull pranks on them constantly. One time you jumped off of the Santa Carla Bridge and they all freaked out. Only after a few minutes did they hear your laughter from down below. Needless to say, you were punished.
Can I request a Poly!Lost Boys where the boys realize the reader is their mate and trying to gain their attention hoping the reader would pick them first? If that makes any sense?
Yes! Sorry this is so late, its a little longer than I was expecting it to be but I hope you like it :)
Paul sniffed the air mid ride, hair still billowing behind him as he slowed down, leaving his brothers to pass by as he tilted his bike towards the front of a backway he hadn’t seen in a while.
Something had caught his nose.
A scent he hasn’t smelt before, and trust me this man had sniffed around Santa Carla from one end to the other, even in the places Max had attempted to prohibit them from entering in the past.
But this was new new.
And as though the scent was made of magic he had begun turning, twisting the bike with him until he was heading down the passage and leaving his packmates to watch on in confusion before turning back to match his route.
“Where you goin’ Paulie?!” Markos voice fought to reach over the loud echo of their engines through the route Paul was taking them down, the curl-haired blonde barely able see through the thick smog their bikes were racking up from the speed.
Paul ignored him, ears zoned out as his nose sent him in the right direction, nothing mattered more to him right now than finding that intoxicating smell.
–
A mere two miles away was the source of said smell.
The source of said smell was also in the middle of chowing down on some chili fries, with no thoughts in their head beyond the delicious - and albeit slightly overpriced - meal they had treated themself to after a solid seven hour work day with no break to eat.
“Wow, I’ve never seen someone eat that with just their hands before”
You paused your feast to glower at the attendant, who was also unfortunately your best friend, accepting the bundle of tissues she was holding out to you in moderate disgust.
“Thanks ‘chelle,” you mumbled between wiping the sides of your mouth, tossing away the tissues and turning to face her, there were no other customers at this time of night which made “decompressing” with Chelle so much easier, “you know, its your lovely southern charm that attracts people to you, the way you say words with such unyielding bluntness really shows off what a delight you are under all that hairspray.”
Michelle beamed at you, refusing to accept the sarcasm in your tone, it was loving enough anyway in her eyes.
“Speaking of-” her ears picked up the sound of approaching bikes before yours did, her wide eyes looking over you as her fingers tapped with excitement, “wonder who its gonna be tonight.”
The bikers were normally pretty okay by Santa Carla standards, as apposed to the groups that lived on the beach and acted all uppity.
No. The bikers were nice, at least from what Michelle had told you, in all your time in Santa Carla you had avoided the tourist heavy areas at night. You see Santa Carla was burdened with a “missing person” problem and it had led to your parents being too scared to let you out of the house after dark, even now being well into your thirties and you hadn’t told them that you happily went out into the night as and when you liked.
Your eyes never left your friend even as she kept sneaking glances towards the group who were slowing down behind you, their thunder dwindling as they curled round to the small corner of the lot Michelle’s food stand was situated.
“Hey do you think your boss will let you take a week off?” Chelle only hummed in response, leaning forward to rest her chin on the counter, eyes twinkling the same way they did when she took you to a dessert bar last weekend, “we could go up north a bit and-”
You snapped your fingers in front of her when her eyes moved completely away from you, “ ‘chell- Michell!”
She jumped, grabbing your fingers, “hush for a minute.”
You watched with a pout as she walked away to the cash register where one of the bikers was waiting, his dozy blue eyes holding your gaze as long as he could before Michelle got sick of him and raised her voice to get his attention.
Glancing behind him you could see three others heading towards him, assuming it was the other bikers who had been riding with him you didn’t think much of it. Not until one of them walked past where Michelle was stood to stand infront of you.
“Hey.”
Wow, real interesting. You rolled your eyes, sending a look to Michelle, a subtle plea for help. Her smile only grew bigger as she watched out of the corner of her eye.
“You seem new, are you new?” He tried again.
He was hot, you’d give him that. And his voice, lord, there was no saving you.
After a solid minute of Dwayne staring at you with no response, David finally came to his aid.
“Well if you’re not new are you old?”
You scowled at that, looking up into another pair of alluring blue eyes, “so what if I am? We all get old someday, and technically everyones old to someone, so, yeah.”
Your voice drew quieter by the end, cheeks burning as awkward air settled in your throat.
“Well you are certainly new to us,” Davids eyes grew darker as he took you in, your scent was truly something but it did nothing to explain just how exquisite you were in person, even standing this close to you was testing his control, “I’m David, and this is Dwayne.”
David. Dwayne.
You’d never heard of them before, the bikers round here didn’t usually go by their own names, there were the cobras, the mountain riders and the lost boys. And the only ones you sorta knew were the mountain riders, and that was because their shop was right by your work.
“Cool, great names,” You fought to keep your cool, arms crossing in front of you comfortingly. David motioned his hand towards you, a silent question, “oh me- I’m Nik.”
David nodded, hearing the rest of his pack come up behind them. “And here are the rest of us, Paul,” he pointed to the man who had stared at you from the beginning, “and Marko,” then to the other blonde, the one with short curly hair who twinkled his fingers at you.
They were cute, all of them.
“Hi, I’m Nikki, or Nik I don’t mind.”
Michelle who had been watching between preparing their food took a free moment, coming over to where the five of you stood with a rather unnerving smile, “you know, Nikki’s free all night, you know, if you felt like dragging them out a bit.”
David caught you before you could stop her, turning to your friend with an equally evil grin, though his made your skin crawl a little. “Well if you insist, why dont we take them out, give them a ride?”
Pauls eyes shone brighter at the notion, taking the chance to offer his hand in invitation, “I ride best, much better than these clowns.”
This was it. This is how you die.
When you raised your hands to say no Paul merely took one in his own, taking it as your acceptance of his proposition. Meanwhile you could only think of how your parents fears of the darkness was completely valid, hopefully when they had to make missing posters for you they’d use a photo less than three years old.
Marko threw an arm over your shoulders as Paul walked you to their bikes, his cool palm squeezing your shoulder, “oh this’ll be fun doll, Paul knows all the shortcuts.”
“Shortcuts? Shortcuts to what?” Shortcuts?! Shortcuts indicates a destination. You turned your head, barely able to see Michelle from how far from how poorly lit this area of the lot was, but you were sure if you saw her she would have that usual smug look on her face.
There was nothing you could do now, it was four versus one and you barely remembered anything from the self defence classes you took in college, or any of the tips your parents tried to pass on.
Paul walked you to the middle of the row, presenting his bike to you proudly and climbing on so you could get behind him. When your arms wrapped around his middle you felt him tense, worried you had squeezed too tight you let go a little only for Paul to place a hand over your own and pull it back.
David turned to face you, his eyes glowing far too bright to be natural, “you ready sugar?”
-
They had been riding around for much longer than you liked, and you had learnt pretty quickly that Paul was one of the worst of them all. And more than once you had stared longingly at Dwaynes bike as you saw him doing his best to avoid the dips in the dirt roads they had headed down.
Currently you were heading through a small patch of forest that sat along the coastline, the further you went the stronger your anxiety grew, you had barely been to this part of town during the day and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to find your way home when it was this dark.
Paul pulled to a stop at a lower part of the cliffs right by an old staircase that looked one bad storm away from toppling over, his bike kicking up all of the sand that had been carried up by strong winds that made you shiver as they blew past you.
Watching this David saw it as a chance to woo you a little, so he slid off his long trenchcoat leaving him in just a jacket and sweater so he could place it over your shoulders. “Come on, we’ll show you the best place in town, wont we boys?”
Marko and Dwayne whooped at his words, walking ahead as Paul sulked behind as David wrapped an arm around you, seeing you in no position to complain as the coat warmed you up.
They brought you down to their nest, to you it seemed more like a deathtrap but for them it was a safety net that protected them best in this world. Even their old sire Max couldn’t track them when they went far enough into the cave system.
David kept a hold of you until you were safely in the main cave, leaving you in his trench coat as he moved away to sit in his chair.
You didn’t miss Daivid’s hand brushing across your side as he left you, his eyes meeting your own with a warm look before he settled into an old armchair that was set beside an old fountain. The more you looked the more you realised that this looked less like a cave and more like some ruins from before the war, even the posters that were scattered across different parts of the cave were at least thirty years old. Maybe someone lived here before…
Marko saw his chance and took it, taking a seat on one of the couches and offering it to you. When he noticed your hesitation he gave your mind a small nudge, sending David a smug look when you came to sit beside him.
David didn’t care, he could work your mind better than anyone, and since you still had his coat on he knew Marko was struggling to smell you through him.
“So you’re new, but not new?” Marko toyed with your hair, purring at the smell of blood rushing to your cheeks.
You shook your head, “not new, in any way, I’ve been here awhile.”
He frowned, “awhile?”
“Mhmm, goin on over three decades now.”
Marko froze, as did Dwayne who was coming to sit on the other side of you. If you had been here this long how had they missed you?
“So you just been in your house all this time?” Hot air brushed over your ear in a way that made you shiver, “never goin out, Santa Carla’s a night town you know.”
Yeah, you knew.
“My parents didn’t really like the busy parts of town, guess they rubbed off on me…” You shifted awkwardly as you felt four pairs of eyes burning into you with curiosity, it was hard to be someone who was both not from the suburbs who hadn’t also been to the boardwalk at least once in their life.
“Well, how about it then,” David stood, the chair creaking under his weight as he jumped up, climbing up on the fountain he began to prowl with his hands behind his back, “since you’re new to well, Santa Carla nightlife and we are connoisseurs of sorts, how about we show you round- teach you the best places to go.”
You met his eye as he stopped in front of you, “will you take me home after?”
He smiled, nodding, “yes, under one condition.”
“Yes..?” You were dreading this, next thing you know they’re asking for a spare kidney to cover the trip home and then-
“Pick who you want to go with first.”
You froze. "What?"
David's grin grew, like a wolf to a lamb he leaned forward with a sinister look in his eye, "you choose, newbies choice."
Hiii! I was wondering if I could request a Poly Lost boys, with a reader who is a love witch? Like, they are a very powerful witch, but also very classy and the reader is all about romance and love, that's why she is a love witch!! I thought this would be cute or something idk:3
But I would appreciate it if you would write it!! And absolutely no pressure at all! Take as much time as you need love! 💗💗
under your spell - poly! the lost boys x fem! love witch reader
As requested by @maddengirl08
>> I absolutely love this request, thank you!! Hope you like it 😊
Summary: You love love. And some special someones have recently caught your eye. Turns out, they're smitten with you too!
TW: fluff, angst, romance, love, magick, swearing
1.7k words
You had been working on something great, something grand. A new spell, which coincided with a potion, and a few new crushes?
It all started when you were looking for Jasminum polyanthum, notoriously difficult to find in its flowering form in the Santa Carla area. And your favorite metaphysical store had none! (“Sorry, Y/N. Check back later!”)
Later? You simply could not wait!
This new spell would help focus your energies on the possibilities of romance. Not force anything, just nudge your heart along. Point your heart in the right direction. You had been antsy as of late; no beauties nearby to capture your imagination.
With the right amount of Jasminum polyanthum, along with a good incantation…something was bound to happen.
You searched far and wide, and finally found what you needed, from a gentle, wide-eyed botanist. She seemed elated that you even knew what the plant was!
“A little goes a long way, trust me. I put it in some tea recently, and it had quite a strong flavor profile.” She was sweet, and honest; a caring green-thumb.
“Good to know. Thank you so much!” You were as kind as could be, even though you knew this plant wasn’t going to find its way into tea anytime soon. A potion, more like.
You had been practicing love magic for years and had a special knack for it. You were powerful, and focused, and resourceful. You could whisk practically anything up, for any romantic purpose. You were non-malicious, classy, and hopeful. A stellar combination, a distillation of the love you respected and had cherished your whole life.
People you knew from magic groups and metaphysical shops would always go to you, for advice and some magical assistance. You loved helping people find love (sometimes love can be tricky, and it helps to have a little support); but it was time for you to explore. It was a playful, hopeful season, and you weren’t going to waste it.
~
Finally, the night had arrived. The stars and moon were aligned just-so. You prepared your potion and incantation with ease and had everything laid out before you on deep red silk.
Let my heart be open, let guiding hands show me the path towards love—
You drank the potion, and it was sweet and airy; a delicate perfume-y aftertaste lingered on your lips. Now: time to wait, and trust.
~
An evening on the hilltop overlooking the ocean. There was a nice breeze, great aromas, and energy in the air molecules whirling around you. You had chosen here to have a little picnic, as this place was a sanctuary, a sacred spot for you. You had pined here, loved here, dreamt here. This spot grounded you and restored your energy – completing homespun spells could be rather tiring.
A couple hours of slow dining, writing in your journal by portable lamplight, and meditating passed by. You were just about to start packing up when you began to feel the ground rumble, and heard roaring—
Four motorcycles came up the hillside, and the forces of nature and machinery rustled your journal pages and made your heart skip a beat.
The motorcycle riders slowed down when they saw you, peacefully sitting there; you rose slowly from your comfortable spot and gave a small wave, an easy smile.
They looked at you with wondering expressions, seeming to stop just to take you in – of course, you were taking them in too, in all their punk-rock glory and free-spiritedness.
You realized with an ache, with a deep knowing, that they were not quite alive; you could recognize the look of the vampire, even though they hid their hunger well. You had crossed paths with a few before, but these four were something else entirely: lost, trying to find themselves in this vast world. Your intuition told you they were tethered, but they were not broken. They still had their hopes and dreams. They still had a spark in their eyes, a taste for rebellion and fun.
“Well, hello there,” you said gently, and your voice was carried by the wind, over the idling engine sounds.
“Hello,” one of them replied, the leading motorcyclist, who had bleached-blonde mullet hair and a long black coat; a single earring dangled from his left earlobe, and some sort of medallion pierced the lapel of his coat. He held his head high, proud, like nothing could hurt him. “Nice evening, isn’t it?”
You nodded. “Absolutely.”
“I’m David. This is Paul, Dwayne, and Marko,” the vampire motioned to the others as he introduced them to you. Paul’s long, blonde hair was half-tucked in the collar of his conductor’s jacket, his lopsided grin a mark of humor; Dwayne laughed, nudging Paul, adjusting himself on the motorcycle, ready to go anywhere at any moment; Marko smiled enthusiastically, his teeth shining in the headlights, eyes dashing even in the shadows of the night.
“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you,” you replied, confidently, easily, because you were good with people and you wanted to be good to these people before you – these intriguing, timeless figures on a moonlit hillside.
“It’s funny,” David started, his eyes examining you like he was curious, wondering. “I feel like I already know you.”
You tilted your head questioningly. Maybe it was the spell? Something you read in a magic tome came back to you: …for in love, there was power of remembering, of moments not yet had…
“Have we met before?” Dwayne asked, in a serious tone, his gaze suddenly powerfully locked with yours.
“I don’t think so, I think I would have remembered—” You started, feeling queasy, and excited, because you could recognize your own spell’s work.
“I definitely would have remembered,” Paul jumped off his bike, approaching you with a slow swagger. He squinted his eyes, and looked at your hair, looked into your eyes, looked at you…
He shook his head. “I don’t know you, but I’d like to,” he said quietly, and you had to really focus to hear him, matching the syllables with the movements of his full lips.
“She should hang with us, don’t you think, David?” Marko asked playfully, getting David’s attention, and making you feel flattered by the invitation. Of course you wanted to hang with them, they were cool, they were interesting, they were the product of the love spell and the potion and the words you spoke days ago.
Everyone’s attention turned to David after Marko’s remark, and you made eye contact so intense it felt like the world had stopped. Hushed noises like your head was underwater – was this a vampiric trick or a connection? Were you all weaved together by strings of spells and fates? An entanglement of sorts, a realm unknown.
The world started spinning again, and David half-smiled and said, “Yeah. Do you want to come with us?” And the way he said it was an invitation and a door opening; your heart said Hell yes and you thanked the powers that be for this moment.
~
You had been with the lost, vampire boys for a little while now, and you were all hanging out in the cave, recounting that night you met them (and the night your life forever changed).
“Why were you sitting there on the hill, Y/N?” Marko asked, his sculpturesque expression so open, so dear.
“I mean, it is a nice spot with a great view,” Paul offered as you stalled to answer, maybe sensing your reluctance to answer the question.
“It was dark, idiot,” Marko replied, and you all laughed for a minute, even David, and then silence settled back into place, and the question still stood.
You took a deep breath.
“That’s my spot, for magical attunement, for spiritual grounding.” You twirled your hair with your fingers, which were stained with ink and smelled of scented candle wax, a technique to reduce hesitation.
The boys sat there, and you could tell they were thinking, debating about how to react, about what to say next. They had seen you set up your altar, your deep red silk, and ingredients; they had seen your book of knowledge, your lifeline; they had seen the way you closed your eyes when in deep concentration. Maybe, you thought, they had seen the way you looked at them: with gratitude, with a knowing affection.
“Aha! I knew it,” Dwayne said, reaching out to take your hand, to stop you from twirling your hair in nervousness. “You’re a witch.”
You nodded; it all seemed a little obvious now.
“Witches and vampires. Welcome to Santa Carla,” David said jokingly, gesturing widely with his arms and his gloved hands.
“But…why did you need magical attrition?” Paul asked innocently, sweetly, and you could tell he really wanted to understand you.
“Attunement,” you corrected with a gentle smile. “I had completed a spell a few nights before; a love spell, since I am a love witch,” you explained, and their eyes widened.
“No way,” Marko breathed. “Wait—”
“That’s not why we love you though. You didn’t make us love you—” Dwayne started, softly squeezing your hand as his mind whirled.
“No, no, no, nothing like that. All the spell did was give my heart a sense of direction. I knew sitting on that hillside that something was about to happen. I knew when I saw you four,” you looked at them each in turn, “that it was meant to be. My heart knew, so I knew. I could tell. If that makes sense.”
“So, if you hadn’t done the spell, you wouldn’t have been there? You wouldn’t have followed your heart, so to speak?”
“Exactly.”
“I mean, who in their right mind,” David began.
“You mean heart,” Dwayne corrected him before he could continue, and you felt light and bubbly and like you were finally understood, finally, by the people you cared about most.
“Would come with us? Four vampires?”
“I would. And I’d do it again,” you said, meaning every word.
~
Author’s Notes:
I do want to mention: I am not a witch, nor do I have extensive knowledge regarding magick and witchcraft, but I did some research and did my best to generally allude to those elements in this fic!
Bestie, I am begging on my knees for that smutty vampire reader × poly lost boys fic/idea we discussed 🙇🏼🙇🏼 (If you're not feeling that rn, no sweat 💋)
Hot Vampires In Your Area
Yes absolutely I can do this!!! Vampires Everywhere is my most popular fic to date! I hope you like this!
Poly! Lost Boys x GN Vampire Reader
Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, biting, handjobs, penetration (But no mention of reader’s genitalia) mentions of blood, brief daddy kink (again, Dwayne is daddy always) I think that’s it
🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇
Blood stained the back of your hand as you wiped harshly at your mouth. Your clothes were practically falling off your body, the signs of your victims struggle apparent from the many rips and tears.
You breathed deeply, brushing hair out of your face and leaning back on the bar of the dock. You zoned out looking into the ocean as bubbles sprang to the surface, likely from the bodies that had sunken beneath.
You were broken from your trance however when you felt a pair of teeth nipping at your neck. You sighed and leaned into the touch of whoever was nibbling at you.
“What are you doing Paul,” you hummed, your eyes fluttering closed as he continued to nip at you.
He chuckled as he licked a stripe over his fang marks, pulling a gasp from your lips, “don’t be a hypocrite babe,” he purred, “you were all ready to take a chunk outta me earlier,” he reminded you, “I’m just returning the favor,” he whispered into your ear before nibbling at the lobe.
You hummed and smiled as he toyed with you, smearing blood from his lips onto your neck and ear. “You’re such a messy eater Paul,” you teased him, spinning out of his grip, “why don’t you clean yourself up first.”
He laughed, “worried about a little blood babe?” He asked, “c’mere and lick it off me sugar.”
You caved and walked into Paul’s awaiting arms, he caged you in his embrace as you placed your hands on either side of his face and licked his lips clean.
Once you were done, he shifted you till you were pressed up against the railing of the dock. He slid his tongue into your mouth and kissed you deeply. You snaked your hand into his hair, pulling at it lightly and prompting a moan to fall from his lips.
You smiled into the kiss as he kept you pinned where he wanted you.
“Paulie,” David sing-songed from the other end of the dock, “don’t forget to share,” he said smirking.
You pulled away from Paul to shift your gaze to the other boys as they began to walk towards you and the blond vampire currently attached to your neck.
David smirked as he stood by your side, stroking your hair as Paul sucked hickeys into your skin. Marko stood at your other side, his head cocked as he bit hit thumb. His eyes raked up and down your form as he watched Paul ravish you.
Dwayne came up behind David to stare at you as well. You squirmed a bit under his soulful and curious gaze.
The boys all watched you as Paul dug into your neck. Him you could handle, but with the all of them surrounding you, it was…intimidating.
“Can I help you?” You squeaked. You’d meant to sound sarcastic, but you came off nervous instead. David shot you his signature smirk as he continued to play with your hair. “We were actually thinking we could help you,” he whispered into your ear.
“Paul,” he barked, snapping. Paul groaned and rolled his eyes, but pulled away from your neck and passed you into Dwayne’s awaiting arms. Dwayne cradled your form against his chest and crossed his arms over you. He trailed kisses from your cheek down to your neck as he began to suck hickeys to match the ones Paul had given you on the other side.
You sucked in a breath as your brain went fuzzy with the feeling of Dwayne’s teeth on your skin. Where Paul had been passionate and eager, Dwayne was sensual and slow, almost as if he was savoring you.
David faced you, ignoring Dwayne as he spoke, “it must have been so lonely in your little coven of one,” he pouted at you as he stroked your cheek.
“For us,” he began, “feeding always satiates one appetite, but awakens another,” he raked his eyes up and down your body and you gasped as Dwayne hit an especially sensitive spot on you.
“We have each other of course,” David told you, “but it must have been so frustrating for you to spend all those nights on your own.” You blushed at his implications, furrowing your brow and looking down so you didn’t have to meet his eyes.
He tilted your chin upward until your gaze met his. “Why don’t you let us take care of you baby,” he whispered.
Your eyes widened, unsure of how to reply. “c’mon babeee,” Paul whined, “we could make you feel sooo good.”
David chuckled at Paul’s enthusiasm, “my boys are very well-trained,” he told you as Dwayne bit down on you for emphasis, causing another gasp to spring from your lips. “Why don’t you let us have you,” he proposed.
You turned your head to look at Dwayne, he pulled away from your neck to meet your gaze before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You felt your eyes close as you returned it.
You pulled away after a bit to look at the other boys. David smirked at you, his fingers still twirling the ends of your hair, as if he already knew your answer.
Marko’s eyes were fixed on you in a lust filled stare, his teeth grinding into his thumb so hard you thought he’d bite straight through the leather of his glove.
Paul was practically begging you with his eyes. You could feel the desire radiating off him. His hands were shaking lightly, as if they couldn’t wait to be on you once more. His lip stuck out in a pout as his brow furrowed. There was no hiding how badly he wanted you as he bounced on his feet in anticipation. He was so wired you thought he might explode with need.
Dwayne lowered his lips to your ear, “we can be gentle if you’d like,” he told you softly, licking the shell of your ear when he finished speaking.
You moaned softly, your eyes fluttering closed as he kept you wrapped in his arms. “No need,” you assured him. He smiled at you.
“Dwayne,” David prompted, jerking his head to gesture toward Marko. Dwayne nodded and passed you to Marko, who picked you up and sat you on the dock’s railing.
Marko shrugged off your jacket and tore your shirt off, revealing your bare chest.
“You guys wanna do this right here?” You asked nervously. Marko gave you a devilish grin, “why wait to go all the way back to the cave babe? We want you now.” He said, his eyes flashing yellow.
“If you’re worried someone will see, don’t be,” David told you. “It’s too dark down here anyway, and if someone were to get an eyeful…well let’s just say they wouldn’t get far,” he grinned, before placing a hand on Dwayne’s shoulder. “Dwayne’s a growing boy,” he said.
“But if you’re not comfortable…” Dwayne offered, searching your face for signs you wanted to stop.
“No I’m fine, that makes sense,” you said as Marko stood between your legs and began to caress the sides of your hips gently, “I want this,” you breathed as you whimpered at Marko’s touches.
Marko leaned down to place soft kisses on your chest, licking and sucking the skin as he went. You moaned as he carressed you. You snaked a hand into his hair and stroked and pulled it as the boys watched the two of you.
As Marko kissed all over you, you trailed your other hand down his abdomen, before reaching down and palming him through his jeans.
He groaned as he pulled away to unbuckle his pants and free himself from his boxers for you.
You wrapped your hand around the length of him and began to stroke softly when something caught your eye.
Paul was biting his lip so hard you thought he’d rip it open, his hands were wrapped around himself in a tight hug, his cock straining in his pants as he watched you.
You smirked and beckoned him over, “don’t worry Paul,” you assured him, “I’ve got two hands.”
He moaned loudly as he raced to the side of you. Marko rolled his eyes but laughed at the sight of Paul struggling to rid himself of his pants as quickly as possible.
The other boys snickered too as they watched his face contort in pleasure as you wrapped a hand around his length as well.
You stroked the two chaos vamps up and down as you rubbed your thumb in circles around their tips. Marko purred softly at your touch, while Paul let out low moans and words of encouragement. You’d lost count of how many times he’d said, “yeah baby,” and “right there.”
You smiled softly as they both came undone in your hands. When he came down from his high, Paul pulled Marko from his place between your legs before picking you up from the railing and placing you down. He caged you in once again with an arm on either side you.
He captured your lips in a searing kiss and let out a growl. He took your lip between his teeth and pulled, making you moan.
“Your ours babe,” he growled, “we’re never lettin’ you go, not after that.”
You smiled back at him, leaning forward to peck his lips, “I’m not goin’ anywhere pretty boy,” you told him.
He groaned before sealing his mouth over yours once more and plunging his tongue past your lips to explore you.
The kiss was cut short as David pulled Paul away by his collar, he grasped for you as he squirmed in David’s grip.
“Paul,” David spoke firmly, “you had a turn, now be a good boy and watch,” he ordered, flinging Paul towards Marko.
Paul fumed from the sidelines as Dwayne came up to you.
You blushed, Dwayne’s mysterious and imposing demeanor made you nervous.
“Hi,” you said meekly as you stared up at him. “Hi,” he said back to you, bending down to place a kiss to your forehead.
His treatment made butterflies bloom in your stomach.
“Turn around for me?” He asked.
“Ok,” you whimpered.
You turned to face the ocean as Dwayne wrapped his arms around your middle and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. He reached around you pull off your pants and underwear, leaving you completely bare. You blushed as you were totally exposed before him.
You didn’t have long to dwell on your shyness, as you felt him prodding at you from behind. You gasped as you felt the size of him, he was definitely bigger than the other boys.
“Is this ok?” He asked you, concern and gentleness present in his voice.
You smiled at his care for you, “yes,” you told him, “yes it’s ok.”
He leaned down till his lips were against the shell of your ear, “You can call me daddy if you want,” he whispered, causing a flush to rise to your cheeks. “They all do,” he told you as he gestured towards the other boys.
“You can fuck me now daddy,” you breathed as you grinded against him.
He smirked as he pushed into you slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size, but you still sucked in a sharp breath at the intrusion.
As he rocked back and forth into you, soft moans fell from your mouth, he caressed the deepest parts of you with every stroke.
The other boys looked on with lust filled eyes, taking themselves into their hands as they watched Dwayne turn you into a pile of moans and whimpers.
After awhile Dwayne spilled into you, prompting your own climax as well.
You turned over and rested against the railing on shaking legs as he slipped off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders.
He picked you up in his arms and held you against his chest. Marko and Paul grabbed your clothes from where they were scattered on the dock.
You shot David a confused look as Dwayne carried you, “what about you?” You asked him.
He smirked, “you wanna take care of me baby?” That’s sweet,” he teased. “Trust me babe, I’ll get a taste of you too, but you’ll wanna be lying down for that,” he told you laughing.
Your eyes widened as you breath caught in your throat as you pictured what was yet to come. Daytime was hours away, and you knew that eternity with the boys would give you many more nights of passion, just like this one.
Hope y’all enjoy the long awaited third and final part to Vampires Everywhere, sorry it took me so long lol
Vampires Everywhere, Hot Vampires In Your Area
Reblog & comment to support my writing💕
Poly! Lost boys x GN Vampire Reader
Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, readers sex not mentioned, riding, biting, mentions of anal sex, slight daddy kink (Dwayne is daddy always), riding, voyeurism, blow job, some aftercare
🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇
The boys clamored down into their cave with you in tow. The bike ride home had reinvigorated your spirits, and you were already attached to Marko’s lips, kissing him passionately.
He moaned into your mouth as you bit his lip and pulled. They liked to play rough, but so did you.
He growled, pushing you up against the cave wall and pressing sloppy kisses down your jaw and the skin of your neck. You leaned your head back against the wall and smiled blissfully as your hands found their place in his hair.
You pulled him from your neck, tilting his face till his eyes were locked on your own. You stared into his intimately, taking in the sight of his blown pupils and elongated fangs.
If that wasn’t enough proof of his arousal, the pressing against your thigh certainly was. You smirked, before reattaching your lips to his.
They way they wanted you was intoxicating. They permeated through your thoughts, and clouded your mind with visions of them and the pleasure they gave you. You’d never felt so desirable.
“Ahem.”
The sound of a throat being cleared pulled you from your daze as both your head and Marko’s snapped to an impatient Paul, his arms crossed and his pants embarrassingly tight. He was tapping his foot with his eyebrow raised.
You shouldn’t have, but the sight prompted a soft laugh to fall from your lips. The blond boy’s desperation for you did terrible things for your ego.
Paul pouted in reply, a red tinge springing to his cheeks.
Marko rolled his eyes as you traded his arms for Paul’s. “Didn’t mean it like that Paulie,” you assured as you kissed him softly and stroked his cheeks.
“Thought you forgot about me baby,” his pout deepened as his hands snaked around to the small of your back, pulling you into his chest,
David and Dwayne looked on in amusement as Paul dialed up his dramatics.
“Dontcha want me baby?” he gave you his best puppy dog eyes, “I want you, I need you baby. please?”
You stared into his watery baby blues, god he was pretty, “but I promised David Paulie, what about him?”
David snorted from his place on the couch, prompting your gaze to shift to his. He smirked, “let me watch Paulie wreck you babe, then, when you’re all whimpery and shaky…” he chuckled to himself at the lustful expression you wore, “then I’ll give you the best night of your eternal life.” He winked.
God he was smug. You loved it.
“Make a mess Paulie,” David teased.
The wind was knocked out of you as the excited blond vampire wrapped his hands around your legs and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you in the direction is his bedroom, the other boys hot on his heels.
Paul set you down on the bed and rid himself of his clothes frantically. You probably would have chuckled to yourself at his excitement, if you hadn’t been hypothesized by the sight of his pretty cock.
You bit your lip and looked up, only to be met with his smirking face. He pulled you into his lap and kissed you deeply, pushing his tongue into your mouth and exploring you.
As Paul began to kiss down your chest, you scanned the room, moaning softly at the sight of the other boys.
While David sat in Paul’s ratty bean bag, stroking himself, Marko and Dwayne were much less patient.
The picture of Marko pressed against the wall of the cave while Dwayne slid in and out of him, combined with Paul’s teeth sucking mark after mark into your skin forced a low moan from your throat.
Paul squeezed your thigh roughly. You gasped and your head turned towards him. “Eyes on me baby,” he growled as he pushed into you slowly.
You threw your head back in ecstasy at the stretch of him. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders as he held you in his lap.
Paul caged his arms around you pressing you against his chest as he thrust up into you roughly, pulling moans and gasps from your lips.
His fangs began to elongate as his eyes flashed yellow. “Wanted to keep you ya know?” he growled. “The boys were sooo hungry, but I wanted ya, from the moment I saw you in Max’s store I wanted to have you so bad. But I don’t make the choices round here, thought it was a damn waste too.”
You whimpered as you bounced in his lap.
“But now you’re mine baby, and I am gonna keep you.” He squeezed your hips roughly, making you gasp, “you’re ours.”
You moaned at his words as you felt yourself quickly approaching your orgasm.
He reached down to stroke you roughly. “Say it. Say you’re ours while you cum for me baby. Say you belong to us.”
“I’m yours! I’m all yours,” you screamed in pleasure as you came all over him,
He growled before leaning forward and sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he spilled into you. He pulled back, kissing and licking at the mark he’d placed on you. “Ours. All ours.”
You whimpered as you came down from your high and pondered his words. Your tough exterior had melted into a puddle in Paul’s arms. From that moment your hands met in Max’s video store, you were theirs. You just hadn’t known it then.
Paul laid you back on the bed and kissed you softly. “You ok?” he asked as he stroked your cheek. You nodded and smiled as you leaned forward to place a soft kiss on his lips.
He smiled as he returned your affections.
You were pulled from the sweet moment with Paul by the sound of Dwayne’s grunting as he continued to push into Marko. You bit your lip.
The cries and moans that fell from Marko’s lips confirmed that Dwayne hadn’t been lying when he’d told you that all the boys called him daddy.
Your cheeks flushed as David came to your side on the bed, cock in one hand as the other pulled you to his mouth by the back of your head. You whimpered into the kiss.
Paul kissed and bit at your shoulder on your other side, reaching down to part your thighs and stroke softly.
David pulled away to suck on your earlobe and your gaze shifted back to Marko and Dwayne.
Marko screamed daddy as Dwayne finished inside him. Marko pressed against the wall, and Dwayne pressed into him to the hilt. You bit your lip to keep from moaning. The boys to your side, the boys in front of you, it was almost too much.
David laughed to himself as his lips moved to the shell of your ear. “Does that turn you on babe? Dwayne’s a big boy isn’t he?” you whimpered, “do you wish that was you baby? Want to feel him again?” You fought back another moan.
David smirked, “but you already had him tonight didn’t you baby, don’t want to be greedy do you?”
You gasped, your head snapping to face his, “‘m not greedy,” you pouted.
He mock pouted in reply, “really? Well I am, get on your knees for me baby?”
You nodded before turning to give Paul one last kiss. You sat on your knees while David’s stroked himself in front of your face. He wasn’t as long as Paul, but he was thicker, and he had a vein that stretched all across the length of him. The sight made you salivate.
“You gonna be good for me babe? Don’t like brats.”
You smirked up at him, “liar,” you whispered.
He returned your smirk, “just be good,” he commanded as he pulled your face forward.
You wrapped your lips around his tip and swirled your tongue. You moaned as David moved your head forward, pressing more of him into your mouth.
“Such a dirty mouth for such a nice face baby, anyone else get to see you like this?”
You gently shook your head no, before you ran your tongue along his vein, prompting a low growl to fall from his mouth. You smiled with your mouth full, as he continued to move your head back and forth.
“Bein so good baby,” David praised, “just let me take what I want from you.”
You hollowed out your cheeks, totally content to let him use you.
When David’s movements became less and less frequent, and his breathing grew heavy, you leaned forward to take as much of him into your mouth as you could. You could feel him grazing the back of your throat, causing a muffled moan to spring from your lips.
Your attentions pushed him over the edge, but before he could come down your throat, he pulled out to paint your face.
Your hand came up to wipe cum from your nose. “Good aim,” you joked.
He laughed, “don’t worry baby, we’ll clean you up real nice. Dwayne,” he ordered, snapping for him.
He turned back to you, “have a good night?” David asked, eyebrow raised.
“Best yet,” you admitted.
He smiled and pulled you in for a kiss, you moaned into his mouth as you realized he could taste himself on your lips.
When you pulled away from David, Dwayne sat beside you with a wet washcloth, wiping your face and pulling you into his lap.
You blushed, “Dwayne, thank you…I’m uh,” you contemplated how to phrase your next words.
Thankfully you didn’t need to say anything at all. “I know baby,” he assured you, “night’s nearly over anyway, but we’ll have plenty more together yeah?” He asked as he held you in his lap.
You smiled as the four of them looked at you expectantly, “yeah,” you promised as you nodded off, pressed against Dwayne’s chest.
Let me start by saying i love and enjoy your writing so muchhh and your content is just nddndjdndhdjegdu :'))
This is my first request so hope i am doing it at least decently so so so how about a mechanic/ motorbike enthusiast reader interacting with the lost boys, like they have a problem with one of the bikes and the reader comes up and is like "hey i can help let me just" and fixes it, and the boys are like 😶 we keeping this one ....
It could be a fem or gn reader !
Hope u like the idea and yet again thank you so much for existing ❤️❤️❤️
Rev Your Engines
Hi! Thank you so much for your kind words!!! Encouragement of my writing is always appreciated🥹🫶 I hope you like this! Sorry it took so long
Poly! Lost boys x GN Reader
🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇
David checked his watch as he tossed a drained corpse off the dock unceremoniously. “Five AM boys, sun rises in a little over an hour, time to head back.” He ordered.
Paul groaned, his fangs still deep in the neck of a tall brunette. He ripped his mouth free and disposed of the girl, “we have over an hour!” he argued, “it takes fifteen minutes tops to get back to the cave from the boardwalk.”
“Yeah,” Marko chimed in, “we’re wasting moonlight if we go back now.”
“We’re going now,” David said sternly, “the last time we risked it Paul was almost a pile of ash in a fishnet shirt, now let’s go.” With that, David snapped and gestured to the two blonds, prompting Dwayne to grab them both by the collar and drag them along the dock.
“I hate when he does this,” Marko told Paul grimacing.
“Uh, yeah,” Paul said while readjusting his pants.
Once the boys had arrived at the spot where their bikes were parked, the vampires each hopped on and reved their engines.
Except for Marko, whose bike seemed determined to strand him at the boardwalk. He stuck the key in the ignition and flipped the engine kill switch: nothing. The bike cranked but the engine wouldn’t start.
Marko growled in frustration, while David checked his watch
“We don’t have time for this,” David spit.
Marko glared at him, “it’s five-thirty David, calm your tits,” He countered.
Dwayne crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, “we may have a couple minutes before suns up, but we don’t have time for you to try and fail to fix your bike. Leave it,” he said.
Marko rolled his eyes and put his kickstand back down. “Well how the fuck am I supposed to get home then? I can’t walk now can I? And flying this close to sunrise is risky, even for me.”
“You can ride with me bud!” Paul chimed in.
Marko shot him a disgusted look, “ride bitch?” he asked, “yeah fat chance,” he grumbled.
“It’s either that or you burn up,” David shrugged.
“I’d rather die.” Marko said through gritted teeth.
David rolled his eyes and Dwayne pinched the bridge of his nose.
Marko groaned, “Paul, this is stupid, I’ll take your bike and you can ride on the back.”
“WHAT?!” Paul exclaimed as Marko attempted to pull him off the motorcycle, “dude it’s my bike!”
“Paul if you don’t move your ass I could die,” Marko told him frowning.
“Then perish,” Paul deadpanned.
Marko lunged at Paul, throwing him from his bike and pinning him to the ground. They rolled around on the boardwalk trading blows.
Dwayne and David looked on exasperated, as the chaos twins went at it. “We’re never gonna get home are we,” Dwayne asked.
David sighed in response.
You caught sight of the scene on your way back from your shift at the auto shop. Working the night shift meant you were usually met with a deserted wasteland of a boardwalk, instead of the flood of tourists and locals that regularly populated the spot.
Now you were faced with the image of two grown men rolling around on the ground together. You had to see what this was about.
You walked over and waved cautiously at the two calmer looking but obviously frustrated men. “Hey,” you greeted them, “what’s going on here, maybe I can help?” You offered.
Paul screamed as Marko bit his shoulder, prompting you to jump and step back, “or maybe I should just leave you to it…” you mumbled, concerned.
David turned his gaze from you back to Paul as he wrestled Marko into a headlock, but Dwayne noticed the grease smeared lightly on your face and staining your clothes, maybe you could help.
“Know anything about motorcycles?” he asked as he gestured towards Marko’s bike.
You smiled, “you’re in luck,” you told him, “I just got off a shift at Ocean Auto, I should be able to help you out.”
David’s gaze snapped up to look at you, “you can fix his bike?” He asked.
“I can sure try,” you replied, kneeling down to take a look as Dwayne pulled Paul and Marko off of each other.
You shrugged off your backpack and pulled out your toolbox. You opened the box and grabbed your multimeter, to check the battery.
The battery looked good so you moved on with your assessment. You removed one of the spark plugs and screwed in a compression tester.
Everything was turning up fine, but then realization hit you like a ton of bricks. You pulled out the bike’s air filter, only to find it just as you’d suspected, covered in dust and dirt.
You chuckled to yourself as you realized how stupidly simple the problem was. You turned to the four men, flashing them the filter.
“You’re gonna wanna soak this in some warm water and cleaner, but for now…” you trailed off as you pulled your water bottle from your bag. You sprayed the filter and wiped it with the bandana you kept in your back pocket.
You smiled as you handed it back to the curly blond man, “good as new…sort of,” you told him.
“Thanks,” Marko said as he popped the filter back into his bike and started his engine. “You’re a real life saver,” he told you.
“More than you know,” David mumbled to Dwayne.
As you packed up your stuff and stood to your feet, Paul slid an arm around your waist.
“Come here often sugar?” he asked you.
You blushed at his brazen attitude, “I’m here every morning, I work the night shift at the auto shop every day.” You told them.
“We’ll have to stop by sometime,” Dwayne said smiling, “but for now we’ve gotta go.”
David checked his watch, it was six AM, they were cutting it close. “C’mon boys,” he commanded, “let’s ride.”
You stepped back, getting the hint, “It was nice to meet you guys, see you around,” you waved as you walked off.
“Dibs,” Paul said, once you were out of earshot.
The other boys rolled their eyes as they all rode off into the night. This wasn’t the last they’d be seeing of you, not if they could help it.
🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇
(I know I didn’t get to get into the romantic aspect of the Boys x Reader, so I’d be happy to write a part two for you if you want one when requests open back up!)
I stumbled upon your Lost Boys wings headcanons and couldn’t help but want to draw them. Personally haven’t drawn in a hot second but I tried to follow your description as close as I could (there’s probably some slight differences)
I have each of the boys “under” & “over” wing for reference as well as a simple size chart
First time drawing anything Lost Boys related so I hope you enjoy!
For the lovely @batty-bets, really hope you enjoy ❤️❤️ all credit does to the owner and check out @bonniebirddoesgifs for the gif 🙂
They smelled you before they saw you.
It was almost in an instant, the sweet smell that conquered their nostrils.
The boys stopped in their activities, each trying to pinpoint the location of you.
To each of them, you smelled different.
Paul smelled sweet things, like cotton candy or sweet syrup. He grinned from ear to ear, thinking at first that he was probably too high again. But the smell was too piercing to be a weed produced hallucination.
Marko's nose turned up, searching. He smelled freshly popped popcorn, the buttery elements shining through. Marko passed and bumped into people, not caring about shoving them out of the way.
David stood near his bike. He thought, if you were really what you seemed to be, you would come to him. People always did. It was how they ate most of the time. But you weren't going to be eaten. Oh no. If you truly were their mate, David was planning to keep you around for as long as they had a life to live.
He smelled pines and ashes. So you came from some little town deeper in land. David's eyes settled on the crowd, waiting. You would come…or he would come looking.
Dwayne strolled through the crowd, eyes peeled for the one who smelled of roses and honey. The vampire protraid no emotion, his face a stoic masterpiece. He settled near the carousel, the lights bright and slightly bothersome. His body was bathed in hues of purple and blue. And there, positively beyond recall, you stood. You had to be the most beautiful person Dwayne had ever seen in his life.
Your hair, your body, your face.
All of it was perfect.
Dwayne took a cautious step, as if he was afraid to scare you off. Just when Dwayne wished to walk up to you, an unpleasantly familiar figure appeared.
Michael wrapped an arm around your waist, bringing you close. The smile that was brought to your face was like a stab to the heart.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
—
"You scared the wits out of me." You exclaimed, feeling Michael rest his head on your shoulder. "Sorry." He chuckled, laying small kisses on your neck.
The ticklish feeling made you giggle. Michael pulled away, you then realizing that he had something behind his back. You quirked a brow. "What are you hiding?" You asked. Michael shrugged, a goofy grin on his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Michael."
The boy sighed, taking the rose he had gotten you into his hands. Your eyes widened, taking the flower into your hands. "Oh Mikey you didn't have to." You said sweetly. Michael shrugged. He found it easy to give you gifts, as you were an absolute joy to be around.
His mom and brother, hell even Grandpa had tuned in to let him know just how lucky Michael was to have you. Lucy loved you, Sam thought you were the coolest person on the plant and Grandpa was willing to have you in the house.
Michael had been afraid, when he told you about his move to California. The long distance was more then enough and he was worried that you might decide to leave him. You remembered the night he told you. You had taken his hands into yours.
"Mikey…we're in this for the long run. I'm not going anywhere."
And those words were enough for Michael to know that you were worth anything and everything. He wouldn't lose you like seemed to be losing everyone else. Michael didn't need his dad or his friends when he had you. You had come over for the summer and Michael was going to make the most of it.
"Anything for my baby." Michael said easily, giving your nose a kiss. You hid your blushing face behind the rose.
Michael and you took to exploring the boardwalk more. He won a teddy for you, the adorable creature now resting peacefully under your arm. You rode the bumper cars, smashing unintentionally (yeah right) into Michael at any given chance. The night was going as amazing as you had expected it to.
Now, Michael and you walked arm in arm, enjoying each other's company. All smiles and laughing, mostly at Sam or whatever odd thing his grandfather had said.
"Long time no see, Michael."
Your boyfriend stopped dead in his tracks. His expression shifted into what you could only describe as dreadful annoyance. Michael had wanted to keep you away from David but David wasn't one to be kept from anything.
Once they wanted something, the boys didn't and wouldn't stop until they got it.
And Michael certainly was no obstacle.
Dwayne could break the guy in half if he really wanted to. And believe David, Dwayne really, really wanted to.
Alas, David wasn't the type to force things when unnecessary. Things would be easier if you came to them willingly.
"What do you want David?"
"These are the guys you told me about?" You inquired lowly, eyes jumping between the blonde and your boyfriend. David winked when your eyes met, smirking when you looked away.
That smirk sent shivers down your spine, you just couldn't tell whether it was out of fear or fascination. Michael had talked to you about his new…friends, if you could even call them that.
Even just by looking at them, you knew they screamed trouble. Your posture tensed, the grip Michael had on your hand tightening.
Paul and Marko were more evident in their jealousy, their teeth barred. Paul looked like his usual loppy self but his eyes missed that spark they held. One should be very afraid of Paul when he appears, as Dwayne says, dead in the eyes. Marko's gaze was fixed on Michael's hand, as if he wanted to rip it off.
You couldn't really tell what the taller one was thinking, his face set in still stone. David, the blonde, seemed rather…amused by the situation.
Fate played a mysterious game.
And David was nothing but a fair player.
He and Dwayne shared a knowing look between the two of them, the same smirk landing on David's face.
"Is that really how you talk to your friends, Mikey?" Paul inquired, earning laughs from both himself and Marko. He practically spat the nickname out too.
"We aren't friends."
"Now that just hurts our feelings, Michael." David said, a hand on the heart for good measure.
His eyes landed on you.
"Who's your little friend here?"
Dwayne held back the urge to laugh when Michael pushed you farther back. Boy really thought he could hide you now. "I'm none of your business." You spat.
A chorus of excited howls and whistles followed.
"Kitten's got teeth, boys." David quirked, making you scoff. "I'm not your fucking kitten." You swore, only appearing more adorable to the four boys before you. Michael stepped in front, his eyes jumping to you in a way to get you to be quiet. He needed to keep you away from them.
Michael needed to protect you.
"This really isn't any of your business, David. Why don't you leave us alone?" Michael snapped. David tsked loudly. "Now you see Michael it is my business, especially when you've been keeping such a beautiful secret from us." The blonde reasoned.
You didn't like the blush that rose to your cheeks.
You didn't like these boys much either.
"Care to introduce us, Mikey?" Marko inquired from his spot at the back. Michael turned to you, knowing there really was no way out of this. His gaze was apologetic and your heart hurt for him. Your baby just wanted you to have a fun night and these punks had to go and ruin it.
"My name is (Y/n)." You introduced hesitantly.
Their mate had a name now.
And what a beautiful name it was.
The night continued with the boys following you everywhere you went, basically inviting themselves into your date.
Michael was pissed though he didn't show it and you were desperate to keep your own anger at bay. Marko and Paul kept flirting openly with you, laughing at your rejection and moving on to their next comment.
David would tease you and Michael, going extra hard on your boyfriend. You almost thought that David was trying to make Michael leave.
The quiet one was probably the only tolerable one that night. All Dwayne had done was buy you and Michael ice cream. An innocent enough act but you had yet to know the vampire's true nature. Dwayne never liked Michael, from the moment he met the boy. He was brewing up some sort of plan, one that David would no doubt approve of.
Through all their efforts, you were still uninterested.
And it was beginning to piss them off.
You were their mate, how could you not see that?
You were supposed to like them. Want them…love them.
Every expectation was being thrown out the window front, left and center.
Dawn came fast and the boys needed to leave. Once they announced their departure, you secretly sighed in relief. The boys mounted their bikes, the sky getting lighter and lighter above them.
"Well Michael it's been a wild ride." David said with a chuckle.
You didn't find anything funny.
"Catch you around, Mikey." Paul said, earning a chorus of laughs from Marko and Dwayne. Dwayne sent you a wink and Marko blew a little kiss toward you.
How shameless could they be?
David's eyes settled on you. "And I'll see you later, kitten."
"Don't count on it, Blondie."
The roar of the engine drowned out David's laughter, as the boys road into the beach, leaving you and Michael in a smoke and sand filled cloud.
"Your friends are so weird."
"You don't even know the half of it, babe."
—
David and Dwayne sat perched on the hill, the rocking waves below them. Their eyes on Santa Carla and it's descending darkness. Dwayne smirked, looking to his brother. "You aren't gonna let this go, huh?"
"Nope."
"They won't come to us, you know. They seemed to not like us very much."
David's gaze was now focused on Dwayne. "They'll come, one way or another. We left quite the impression…besides…we could always play dirty." David insinuated, his eyes speaking more than he did. And Dwayne understood every word.
Obstacles are moved when necessary.
Michael was proving to be just that…an obstacle.
The dark haired vampire returned his gaze upon the sleeping beach town, the sun still hidden.
For the lovely anon really hope you enjoy ❤️💛 all credit for the gif goes to the owner 🙂
You looked up as a knock came to your door.
"Hey, you got the gig tonight?" Michael asked, leaning against the white frame of your door. You took a moment to observe your brother. He wore a black leather jacket and a very odd earring on his right ear.
Odd in the sense that you had never seen your brother wear or even show interest in such clothes.
From what your little brother Sam was willing to share, Michael had met some new people on the boardwalk, a girl being one of them. You chuckled, of course he was doing this for a girl. "What's so funny?" Michael asked, you brushed it off as quickly as it came. "Nothing, yeah I got the gig tonight. You mind picking me up after?" You asked, rising from your bed and looking at the clock on your wall. It was almost time. "Nah but I might be around a little early." He said.
You threw him a confused look.
While Michael did support you as his sister, you weren't used to him coming to your shows. First time for everything, you supposed. "Really? Why? Got someone special?" You asked, a teasing grin spreading to your face. Michael scoffed, rubbing his temple. "Alright…there's someone and she's really nice." Michael confessed, his skin brightening even the slightest bit. You smiled. "Well then I can't wait to see you two, I'll finally meet this mystery girl I've been hearing so much about."
The look on Michael's face said it all.
"Sammy told you?"
"It doesn't matter who told me, Mike. I'm happy for you, now come on, can't afford to be late on my first gig in this town." You said, taking your leave from your room and basically rushing down the stairs, Michael following in tow.
—
Michael and you separated once you made it to the club safely, saying a quick see you later before he disappeared into the crowd.
Michael moved swiftly, his eyes trained in spotting Star.
Michael and you were as thick as thieves, being only one year apart from each other. He remembered the day mom and dad brought you home, Lucy introducing you as his sister and that you and him would be the best of friends.
Now, with your dad out of the picture and David and his boys around, Michael felt extra protective over you. You had too much going for you to fall into a crowd that Michael knew to be trouble. Michael wondered how he kept you hidden from them for so long.
"Michael!" A voice called, pulling Michael from his thoughts. Star pulled at his sleeve, letting go once she had his attention. She looked happy to see him and boy, was Michael glad to see her too. Her hair moved against the gentle wind, the little trinkets around her dress colliding and clicking softly. "Hey, Star. You look good." Michael said slowly, secretly being glad that David and the others weren't around.
Michael and Star walked around the beach for a while, talking about anything and everything. She was just so easy to relax with, Michael soon came to notice. He knew that it was stupid to think that they could be more than what they were right now, but if he could, he would ask Star to be his girlfriend and even David could stop him from doing that. "Star I wanted to ask you somethin'..." Michael said, as they both entered the boardwalk once more. It was more packed now, the distant sounds of a concert being heard. "What is it?" Star inquired, tilting her head slightly to the side.
"There's this new club on the boardwalk and my sister is gonna perform so…would you want to go see it with me?"
"Oh Michael, I would love to-"
"What's this I hear about a club?"
Oh no.
No. No. No.
Paul was not here, with them, right now. Paul grinned when Star jumped, throwing an arm around her shoulder. Michael's jaw clenched, instantly regretting speaking out loud. With Paul, soon Dwyane, Marko and David joined. David was immediately intrigued by the way Michael and Star seemed to tense up in their presence. "What's the matter Michael? You look like you've just seen a ghost." David teased. Marko jumped from his bike, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.
"What're they on about Paul?"
"Well Marko, Michael here is taking Star on a little date. To a club no less." Paul expressed, exaggerating every word with grand gestures and elongated pronunciation. Dwayne chuckled lowly, before telling them to knock it off. "So, what's so special about this club, Michael?" David inquired, his blue eyes practically boring into the Emerson boy.
Michael clapped his mouth shut, trying desperately to figure out a way to not have you figured out. They couldn't know that he had a sister.
Sister.
Now this was interesting.
The boys exchanged glances with one another, communicating full well that Michael was hiding something much bigger from them. A sister now less. David ordered for them to stay put, Paul and Marko only resuming their teasing in a more, docile way. "Well, I'm sure you would mind if me, Paul, Marko and Dwayne join you." David announced. "But-"Star began, only to be cut off by David's intense gaze. Michael didn't seem all too pleased either.
"Yeah…sure." Michael relented, his voice low and even. Maybe you would be done early and he would find you before they could. "See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" David said. "Well boys, looks like we're going clubbing." He said, followed by hoots and hollers by Marko and Paul. Michael had to fight the urge to scowl right then and there. He cast an apologetic glance to Star, who only squeezed her grasp on his hand.
Midnight came and Michael knew it was time to head to the club. Once he began to walk, the others followed, Paul trying to pry any information out of the Emerson boy. Michael simply rebuffed any of his questions, until his walk stopped all together.
The club stood in front of them all, fashioned with rich wood and a rather fancy looking exterior. The lights were scattered all around the doors, with small windows only giving teasing glances to the other world that functioned inside.
Paul let out a long whistle, his blue eyes twinkling against the lights. "Fancy place we got here, eh Michael?" He asked, making Michael roll his eyes for the upteenth time. David chuckled. Michael seemed to be getting more nervous by the second. Serves him right, this wouldn't have happened if he had just introduced them to you. They were nice boys, they wouldn't bite…too hard.
Michael walked up to the door, where the bouncer curled a brow at the large party. "Mikey, I thought it was only you picking-"
"They're with me."
"If you say so, man. Welcome." The bouncer shrugged, opening the door for them to enter. The odor of expensive perfume and tobacco smoke enveloped them all, Star placing a hand over her nose before adjusting to the smell. The walls were lined with photos of singers like Billie Holiday and Aretha Franklin, Dwayne recognizing them almost immediately.
Michael and Star sat together in one of the booths, while David and the others were about two rows away. "This looks amazing. Your sister's really lucky." Star whispered, the close proximity catching Michael a tad off guard. He chuckled awkwardly as his skin heated up. "Yeah…I think you're going to like this…and her." Michael suggested with a small laugh. He tried to concentrate on the brighter side of things, he was with the girl he liked and was going to introduce her to his sister later. He could always avoid the boys if he really needed to.
Meanwhile, Dwayne and David were growing ansty for the show to start. They handled getting Paul and Marko back into their seats, while they nursed the drinks that had been brought to them. " I could get used to this!" Paul exclaimed, before Dwayne elbowed him in the stomach. "What the hell, Dwayne!?"
"Be quiet. It's about to begin."
Dwayne leaned against the booth, his eyes fixed on the stage. A young woman's head peaked out, her eyes dancing from patron to patron, unaware of Dwayne's own gaze on her. The dim lights made her features a mystery to the vampire, but he could make out where she was looking.
Michael.
You waved at them, your brother staring for a moment before he waved back. The girl next to him sent a small wave as well. You retreated back inside the curtain, fixing your dress and checking yourself in the nearby mirror. You couldn't even begin to describe how excited you were. The dress was red, hugging your figure in all the right places. It was equally elegant and flirty. Your hair was down, parted to the side and slightly curled.
Michael was in the audience and the way he looked with that girl next to him made you incandescently happy. Your brother had been through enough, always looking out for you and Sammy during the divorce and now in this new environment.
You were glad that he was happy.
"You're on in ten seconds!" A stagehand announced. You smiled, giving him a quick thumbs up, before taking to the center of the curtain. You took a deep breath, it was now or never.
Marko felt like he got the wind knocked out of him as soon as he laid eyes on you. His eyes trailed every bit of you, committing every feature he could to memory. He could already envision himself sketching you, giving the utmost care to even the strands of your hair. You reminded him of the muses of adored artists and poets, because by just looking at you alone, Marko was ready to create beauty. He placed his elbows on the table, gazing up at you as you sang with clear adoration in his gem-like eyes.
Paul didn't blink for what seemed like hours, his eyes too trained on your figure and face to really react.
He found himself throwing glances between you and Michael, trying to pinpoint how someone like him could be related to someone like you. Paul thought you had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. You didn't smell half bad either. Paul leaned next to Marko, looking at you like a lovesick fool. Paul couldn't really remember the last time he'd been this mesmerized with someone, and he didn't want it to end.
Dwayne was quiet, his face betraying no emotion. But his brothers could tell that he was just as taken aback by you as they were. It was the way his breath hitched when you came on stage. It was the way he trailed your every move, like a blossom seaking it's first ray of sun.
You were that, in a way. Dwayne knew that. He knew by the way David gazed at you that you were going to be someone very special, maybe even more so. Dwayne leaned his body back, his dark eyes contemplating the ceiling before shutting completely, his mind dancing with your voice.
David was at a loss for words. Now he understood why Michael was so desperate to keep you a secret. The way you sang and moved, you were almost a kin to a siren tempting him.
You were very…unexpected for David. Which was irksome but maybe a little exciting too. He couldn't deny that you were breathtaking, your movement filling his head with thoughts that he would rather not talk about. David cast a swift look to Michael, smirking to himself. It looked like there was going to be a new addition to their little gang after all. You were special and David wasn't going to let you go until he figured you out. And his brothers didn't appear to mind one bit.
The show concluded with you taking a bow, Marko and Paul exploding in applause with the rest of the room. "Santa Carla, you have been lovely!" You exclaimed, before retreating to the back stage.
While Paul and Marko were too busy screaming, Dwayne and David shared a look. "Well, Dwayne, looks like this wasn't a waste of time after all."
"Not at all, David. You think she's worthy?"
"We'll just have to wait and see, now won't we?"
Dwayne chuckled darkly, turning to Michael. "That was amazing, Mikey!" Star exclaimed. She had never called him that before. "You never told me she was so good!" She said, unaware of you coming toward them. " What can I say, I'm one of a kind." You expressed, your arms outstretched to your sides for that dramatic flare you swore by. "I'm (Y/n) it's nice to finally meet you…"
"Star, I'm Star."
"That's such a cool name." You said, grinning from ear to ear. Star blushed slightly, when you noticed the four boys that stood behind your brother. "Mickey…who're your friends?" You asked, quaking a brow at your brother. You had noticed them in the audience, but you didn't think they had anything to do with your brother. They screamed of danger, with their leather jackets and motorcycles.
Were these the boys that Sam told you about?
The apparent leader, a bleached blonde with the bluest eyes you had ever seen walked toward you, his face lined with a smirk you could only describe as prideful. "Michael, you never told us you had such a beautiful sister." The bleached blonde said, his eyes meeting yours. "Yeah Mikey, why did you keep her from us?" A rocker type boy added, followed by his shorter friend.
"We don't bite…much.",
You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes. These boys were the same type you dealt with all the time…but there was something else to them. It was subdued and lulled under your own adrenaline and partial tipsiness, but you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to these boys. Nevertheless, you outstretched a hand to their leader, who took it gracefully.
The other boys laughed, while David simply smirked while eyeing your brother. "You could say that." He said. Michael placed a hand on your shoulder, "It's time we go, I'm sure you're tired-"
"Now hold on just a minute Michael, we've only got to talking and you already want to take her away." David intervened, his voice laced with an unfamiliar yet hidden venom, one that Michael and Star seemed to be catching on more than you. "Besides, who wouldn't wanna get to know this cutie?" Paul added, eliciting a blush from you.
The night was young and you got to know your brother's new friends quite a bit. You talked with Marko about art and you and Dwayne seemed to have similar reading tastes. Paul seconded every word he said with a flirtatious comment, which, oddly enough, you found quite charming.
David and you would banter back and forth, much to the chagrin of your brother.
It had gotten to the point where your feet began to hurt and were getting sleepy. Michael grasped this opportunity, before one of the boys could talk you out of it. "We really should go. My mom will go haywire if we aren't back." You said, looking sympathetically to the boys. "No worries babe, we get it." Paul said, bumping shoulders with you. "Catch you later, sweets." Marko seconded, taking a hold of Paul and walking away, not without sending you a wink or two.
Dwayne sent you a smile that nearly made you melt, acknowledging Michael and Star before he too left.
And then there was David.
"Can't say I didn't enjoy myself."
"I'm glad, kitten." David said. The nickname was unexpected, but you couldn't say you were complaining. You could listen to David talk all day. Michael said he would meet you at the entrance of the boardwalk, leaving you and Star with David. You were confused as to why she would stick around, but decided against saying anything. "We'll be seeing each other again very soon, kitten. I suggest we part ways, your brother looks nothing short of a heart attack." David expressed, making you giggle.
"He needs to lighten up, honestly. So…I'll see you tomorrow? I got another gig at the club…" you said, unsure if he would actually want to come and see another show. David smirked, stepping closer to you. "It's a date, kitten." He responded. He glanced at the sky briefly, seeing the peaks of blue in the black. He pulled back, motioning Star with him. "Afraid we have to go, kitten. Till next time." David said, taking a stride toward the railings, Star began to follow. She stopped, turning toward you and taking your hands in hers. "You were amazing…I…I'm really glad I met you." She said through a breathy smile.
You grinned, squeezing her hands slightly. "I'm glad I met you too Star…and stick with Michael, he's worth it more than you know." You advised. It made Star happy to know that in a way, you had given her your blessing. Star followed David soon after that, leaving you to contemplate all the events that happened.
"You alright?" Michael inquired as you walked to him. You nodded. "Yep, can't say I have ever had so much fun in one night." You exclaimed, hopping on Michael's motorcycle. Michael grimaced slightly. "Yeah…glad you had fun."
"Why did you never tell me you were hanging out with those guys? They're a riot."
"Just slipped my mind, I guess…"
The ride back was quiet, you almost falling asleep against your brother's back. Once you were safe at home, after making sure that Sammy was in his bed, you and Michael retreated into your own rooms. Your body fell against the freshly washed sheets. You sighed in relief when your limbs stretched out. Sleep was slowly pulling you under, as images of perfect blue eyes danced in your mind.
The wind bore pieces of laughter, the strength of it making your windows creak and clatter.
Little did you know that your life was about to drastically change. Wether for good or bad…
