When you feel like nothing more than a blood bag to the boys, they inform you it is quite the opposite.Â
Ride of a Lifetime â âĄ
Pairing: David x Female! Reader
You were scared about David's secret, so you ran away. But now you're back, will you accept his offer for a ride of a lifetime?
Jealousy on the Boardwalk ⥠â
Pairing: Poly Lost Boys x Female! Reader
Jealous - fiercely protective or vigilant of one's rights or possessions.
Warnings: Language, some violence, cat-calling at reader. Nothing too graphic
Slowly â ⥠â
Pairing: Dwayne x Gender Neutral! Reader
Dwayne notices something is off with you, and while you don't want to disclose what's going on, he makes it better.
Warnings: Mention of bad home-life, nothing graphic but it is in there
Payment âĄ
Pairing: Poly Lost Boys x Female! Reader
For waking you up, you demand payment from the boys.Â
Warnings: None
The Boys with a Fem!Werewolf S/O âĄ
Pairing: Poly Lost Boys x Female! Reader
Request: Lost boys with a female S/O who is a dire wolf werewolf. Sheâs very sassy with the attitude of Clawdeen.Â
Warnings: None
The Video Store âĄ
Pairing: Poly Lost Boys x Gender Neutral! Reader
The boys always bother you at the video store you work at, tonight was different, promising more to come.Â
Warnings: None
Happy BirthDeathDay â ⥠â
Pairing: Poly Lost Boys x Fem! Reader
Every day for the past four days youâve woken up just to die at the hands of a killer again, today you change fate by going to the group you know can help you; your boys.Â
Warnings: mentions of death, murderÂ
Be Ours? âĄ
Pairing: Poly Paul and Marko x Gender Neutral! Reader
You were so conflicted, being caught between Marko and Paulâs affections. But, little did you know, they are more than happy to share.Â
Warnings: None
Ticklish âĄÂ
Pairing: Poly Lost Boys + Michael x Gender Neutral! Reader
A night in at the cave ends in chaos, laughter erupting from everyone involved. Not even David was invulnerable.Â
Warnings: None!Â
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Nothing yetÂ
The House of Wax
Promise âĄâ
Pairing: Bo Sinclair x Reader
When Bo comes back bruised and beaten from dealing with tourists, he promises you heâs okay despite his injuries
The Lost Boys (1987) x Gender Neutral! Reader - Blanket Thief
Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987
Pairing- Poly! Lost Boys x GN! Reader
Title- Ticklish
âYouâre stealing the blanket,â your voice was thick with sleep as your face twisted into a grimace, goosebumps rising on your arms as the chilled salty scented air wafted into the cave from above. It mustâve only been noon, you concluded as you twisted your body to try and grab onto the blanket. You could easily get up and open the trunk that lay at the end of Markoâs bed, filled with quilts, throw blankets, shawls, and scraps of fabric for his never-ending jacket-making project but your body was so heavy with sleep, it seemed impossible.Â
âAm not,â Marko murmured, lips pulled into a pout as he continued tugging. âYou have too much blanket,â You didnât have to see him to know his eyebrows were scrunched in annoyance, cheek squished against Paulâs chest and his mouth was partly open from sleep, fangs peeking out between his pillow-soft lips.Â
âYou donât even get cold!â you whined, now more awake than before. Your eyelids fighting you as you opened them to see the situation that lay before you.Â
âItâs not me stealing the blanket,â you pointed out, eyes narrowing at David who lay sleeping between you, somehow spinning the blanket around him like a burrito, effectively tugging both sides away from you and Marko. He looked peaceful, a soft expression on his face as he cocooned himself.Â
âCalm, baby,â Dwayne didnât even utter a full sentence, saying just enough for you to get the gist as he pulled you flush to his chest, the warmth radiating from his being instantly pacifying you as you turned to bury your face in his neck. âRelax,â He murmured, voice deep and raspy with just having woken up to the two of you bickering.Â
The bed creaked as Dwayne rolled backward, a slow and careful movement as to not send the two of you sliding off of Markoâs bed while reaching his arm down to grab one of the throw blankets that slid off sometime as you all slept. He flung it over the five of you, deeply sighing through his nostrils as he got comfortable once again, rubbing circles on your spine.Â
David rolled, and a part of you briefly feared he woke up, body tensing as he shuffled around to spoon Marko.Â
âThank you,â You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his jaw as Marko raised his head just slightly to be seen over Davidâs shoulder. âThank you Dwayney.â
Dwayne simply flipped the other off halfheartedly, too tired to cause a big fuss over the nickname. As Marko let out a sleepy giggle, Dwayne couldnât help the grin that spread across his cheeks.
âLove you,â Marko murmured, burrowing more into Paulâs chest.Â
âLove you too,â Dwayne breathed out as he scooched you two closer to David, the groupâs warmth now lulling you back to sleep as your eyelids slipped shut once more.Â
The Lost Boys (1987) x Gender Neutral! Reader - Blanket Thief
Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987
Pairing- Poly! Lost Boys x GN! Reader
Title- Ticklish
âYouâre stealing the blanket,â your voice was thick with sleep as your face twisted into a grimace, goosebumps rising on your arms as the chilled salty scented air wafted into the cave from above. It mustâve only been noon, you concluded as you twisted your body to try and grab onto the blanket. You could easily get up and open the trunk that lay at the end of Markoâs bed, filled with quilts, throw blankets, shawls, and scraps of fabric for his never-ending jacket-making project but your body was so heavy with sleep, it seemed impossible.Â
âAm not,â Marko murmured, lips pulled into a pout as he continued tugging. âYou have too much blanket,â You didnât have to see him to know his eyebrows were scrunched in annoyance, cheek squished against Paulâs chest and his mouth was partly open from sleep, fangs peeking out between his pillow-soft lips.Â
âYou donât even get cold!â you whined, now more awake than before. Your eyelids fighting you as you opened them to see the situation that lay before you.Â
âItâs not me stealing the blanket,â you pointed out, eyes narrowing at David who lay sleeping between you, somehow spinning the blanket around him like a burrito, effectively tugging both sides away from you and Marko. He looked peaceful, a soft expression on his face as he cocooned himself.Â
âCalm, baby,â Dwayne didnât even utter a full sentence, saying just enough for you to get the gist as he pulled you flush to his chest, the warmth radiating from his being instantly pacifying you as you turned to bury your face in his neck. âRelax,â He murmured, voice deep and raspy with just having woken up to the two of you bickering.Â
The bed creaked as Dwayne rolled backward, a slow and careful movement as to not send the two of you sliding off of Markoâs bed while reaching his arm down to grab one of the throw blankets that slid off sometime as you all slept. He flung it over the five of you, deeply sighing through his nostrils as he got comfortable once again, rubbing circles on your spine.Â
David rolled, and a part of you briefly feared he woke up, body tensing as he shuffled around to spoon Marko.Â
âThank you,â You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his jaw as Marko raised his head just slightly to be seen over Davidâs shoulder. âThank you Dwayney.â
Dwayne simply flipped the other off halfheartedly, too tired to cause a big fuss over the nickname. As Marko let out a sleepy giggle, Dwayne couldnât help the grin that spread across his cheeks.
âLove you,â Marko murmured, burrowing more into Paulâs chest.Â
âLove you too,â Dwayne breathed out as he scooched you two closer to David, the groupâs warmth now lulling you back to sleep as your eyelids slipped shut once more.Â
đđđđđđđ: David (Lost Boys) x Reader
đđđđđđđ: You meet David, with his predatory charm on the Santa Carla boardwalk, and a thrilling, tension-filled night ride leaves you craving more of his dark allure.
đđđđ đđđđđ: 1.4k
đđđđđđđđ: suggestive themes. sexual tension. implied danger.
The Santa Carla boardwalk is alive with chaosâneon lights flickering, the air thick with the scent of sweat, sea salt, and cheap cotton candy. Laughter and screams from the roller coaster mingle with the crash of waves in the distance.
You weave through the crowd, your sundress catching the warm breeze, feeling the pulse of the night like it's a living thing. You're not here for the rides or the games. You're here because something in this town calls to you, a pull you can't explain, like a moth drawn to a flame it knows will burn.
That's when you see him.
He's leaning against a sleek black motorcycle, one boot propped on the curb, a cigarette dangling lazily from his lips. Platinum blond hair, leather gloves, and a long coat that shouldn't work in this heat but somehow makes him look untouchable. His smirk is sharp enough to cut, and his eyesâgod, his eyesâare locked on you like he's already decided you're his.
The boys around him, all leather and menace, are watching, too, but they fade into the background as the two of you gaze at each other like your eyes are locked and unable to look away.
Your feet don't stop as you walk toward them, almost floating through the crowd with only one destination in mind. The blond's smirk grows when he sees you slowly walking to him.
"You're not from around here," he says, voice low, a gravelly drawl that slithers down your spine. He doesn't move and doesn't need to. The words are a hook, and you're already caught.
You stop a few feet away, tilting your head, a grin tugging at your lips. You've never been one to shy away from trouble, and this guy? He's trouble wrapped in leather and moonlight. "And you look like you bite."
His eyebrow twitches upward, a flicker of surprise in those predatory eyes. The cigarette glows as he takes a drag, exhaling smoke that curls in the air like a warning. "Only if you ask real nice."
The boys behind him snicker, their laughter rough and wild, but you barely hear them. Your focus is on David and the way his gaze burns gold under the streetlight like a wolf sizing up its prey.
You should walk away. Every instinct screams that this is a game you don't know the rules to, that he's dangerous in ways you can't even fathom.
But you've never been good at listening to instincts.
Instead, you step closer, close enough to smell the leather and smoke clinging to him and feel the heat radiating from his body. You tilt your chin up, meeting his stare head-on. "What if I like danger?"
The air between you crackles, the moment stretching like a rubber band pulled taut, ready to snap. His eyes darken, pupils dilating, and for a heartbeat, you think he might lunge, close the distance, and devour you right there.
Instead, his gloved hand shoots out, wrapping around your wrist firmly but carefully, like he's testing how easily you break.
"You're riding with me tonight, sweetheart," he says, voice dropping to a near-growl. "Don't ask questions you aren't ready to answer."
Your pulse hammers under his grip, but you don't pull away. You should. You know you should. But the thrill of it, the way his touch sends electricity skittering through your veins, makes you reckless. You flash him a defiant smile. "Lead the way, then."
His smirk widens, dangerous and approving, and he tugs you toward the motorcycle. The boys whoop and holler, their voices fading as David swings a leg over the bike, pulling you onto the seat behind him.
The leather is cool against your thighs, but his body is warm and solid as you press against his back. Your arms slide around his waist, fingers brushing the taut muscle beneath his coat, and you feel him tense, just for a second like your touch surprises him.
"Hold on tight," he murmurs, and the engine roars to life, a growl that vibrates through your bones. The boardwalk blurs as he peels out, the neon lights smearing into streaks of color. The wind whips your hair, stings your cheeks, and you laughâwild, uninhibited, the sound swallowed by the night.
You don't know where he's taking you, and you don't care. The Santa Carla coastline flashes by, cliffs and ocean blending into a dark, endless expanse.
David's laughter, low and rough, cuts through the roar of the engine, and you feel it in your chest, a dangerous harmony to your own reckless joy.
Eventually, he slows, pulling off the road onto a rocky overlook perched above the sea. The bike rumbles to a stop, and the sudden silence is deafening, broken only by the distant crash of waves. You slide off the seat, legs shaky from the ride, and turn to find David watching you, one arm draped over the handlebars, his gaze unreadable but intense.
"Nice view," you say, gesturing to the ocean, but your eyes stay on him. He's still straddling the bike, all sharp angles and coiled power, like a panther deciding whether to pounce.
He doesn't answer right away.
Instead, he climbs off the bike, slow and deliberate, and steps toward you. The space between you shrinks, and your breath catches as he stops just close enough for you to feel the heat of him again. He's taller than you realized, his presence looming, and his voice is a low, dangerous purr when he speaks.
"You smell like trouble," he says, echoing the vibe of that first moment on the boardwalk. His gloved hand lifts, brushing a strand of hair from your face, the leather cool against your flushed skin. "And I'm starting to think you know exactly what you're doing."
Your heart skips, but you don't back down. You never do. "Maybe I do," you reply, voice softer now, laced with a challenge. "Or maybe I'm just curious how much trouble you really are."
His lips twitch, not quite a smile, but something darker, hungrier. He leans in, close enough that you can feel his breath against your neck, cool and teasing. "Careful, sweetheart," he murmurs, and there's a hint of something sharp in his tone that makes your skin prickle with both fear and want. "Curiosity like that can get you in deep."
You tilt your head just enough to meet his gaze, your lips inches from his. The tension is a live wire humming between you, and you're not sure if you want to close the gap or see how long you can make it last. "Good thing I want that."
A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, and for a moment, you think he's going to kiss you. His hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair, and your breath hitches. But then he pulls back, just enough to leave you wanting, his eyes glinting with amusement and something far more dangerous.
"Not yet," he says, voice rough. "You're not ready for me yet."
The words are a promise and a threat, sending a shiver down your spine. You want to argue and push, but there's a small, quiet part of you that knows he's right.
There's something about him, something beyond the leather and the smirk, that feels like it could unravel you completely.
He steps back, releasing you, and the sudden absence of his touch leaves you unsteady. He jerks his head toward the bike. "Come on. Night's not over."
You follow because, of course, you do.
The ride back is quieter, the tension still simmering but softer now, like embers instead of a blaze. Riding through Santa Carla at night on the back of his bike felt like a fever dream.
When he finally drops you off at the boardwalk, the crowd has thinned, and the neon lights dimmer. He doesn't get off the bike this time; he just watches you with that same unreadable intensity.
"See you around, trouble," he says, and the nickname feels like a brand like he's claimed a piece of you without even trying â without even asking.
You watch him ride off, the engine roar fading into the night, and your heart is still pounding, your skin tingling where he touched you. You don't know what he is, and you don't know what you've just stepped into, but one thing is sure.
You're already in too deep, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
Fluffy chaotic tickle fight, with all of them on the receiving end of the tickles sfw
Hi there! Tysm for the request! I hope you enjoy <33
Word Count- 507
Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987
Pairing- Lost Boys + Michael x GN! Reader
Title- Ticklish
âYouâre awfully cocky for someone whoâs ticklish.â - Was the sentence that spurred the cave into chaos, bubbles of laughter spewing from Marko as you and Paul descended on him with wiggling fingers.Â
âH-â Markoâs fake cry for help was drowned out by more of his laughter as he fell back into the vintage couch, the lighting dancing across his collarbones as his body vibrated, jerking around as the two of you wouldnât let up.Â
âSay uncle!â Paul teased, the fondness in his tone almost hiding the chaos that lay within his eyes as his hands slipped under the worn cotton tank top and into Markoâs torso. Your own hands taking purchase behind his thighs, dragging down to tickle at the not-so-commonly touched flesh behind his kneecaps.Â
âHow about you first?â Dwayne pitched in, swooping in to begin his own assault on Paulâs sensitive flesh.Â
Soon, Paul was descended next to Marko on the couch, breathless as laughs wracked through his body. If he wasnât a vampire, youâd be more concerned with his heaving.Â
âNow sugar plum, donât think youâre neglected,â was all you heard before you felt the familiar warmth of Michaelâs hands tickle at the crevice of your neck, your body jerking in response as a squeal slipped past your lips.
âMichael!â you cried out between breaths, twisting and shifting away from him as David watched from afar, a smile tugging at his lips as he gazed from his wheelchair.Â
âCâmon, you can dish it but you canât take it?â He hummed against your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss to it as Marko sprang up from the couch, your body easily taking his place as the two made it their mission to pull every laugh out of you they could. You writhed against the fabric, hands grabbing at a cushion to playfully smack the boys with.Â
âDavid-â you jerked to the side, doing your best to give puppy dog eyes to your beloved amidst the pillow smacking to Michaelâs head. â-save me!â you pleaded before erupting into another fit of giggles.Â
Paul took the moment to take up his own arsenal, a pillow in each hand, swinging at Dwayne with them like they were twin swords. âEn guarde!â He joked before Dwayne easily disarmed him, a kiss being pressed to Paulâs forehead.Â
âNow that I think about it,â Dwayne piped up, making the tickle fest die down for just a brief moment. Your foot was pressed on Markoâs shoulder and the other one firmly against Michaelâs chest as your knees were bent up to body block their monstrous attacks. Paulâs head somehow now pressing into your stomach as the four of you caught your breaths, waiting for Dwayneâs next words.Â
âI donât think David here should be missing out on all the fun.â Dwayne finally finished, making all eyes snap towards him.
âNow wait a secondâŠâ Davidâs expression shifted from amusement to mock horror as the four of you let out a battle cry, âGetâim!â as you sprang from the cushions to launch yourselves at David.Â
Fluffy chaotic tickle fight, with all of them on the receiving end of the tickles sfw
Hi there! Tysm for the request! I hope you enjoy <33
Word Count- 507
Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987
Pairing- Lost Boys + Michael x GN! Reader
Title- Ticklish
âYouâre awfully cocky for someone whoâs ticklish.â - Was the sentence that spurred the cave into chaos, bubbles of laughter spewing from Marko as you and Paul descended on him with wiggling fingers.Â
âH-â Markoâs fake cry for help was drowned out by more of his laughter as he fell back into the vintage couch, the lighting dancing across his collarbones as his body vibrated, jerking around as the two of you wouldnât let up.Â
âSay uncle!â Paul teased, the fondness in his tone almost hiding the chaos that lay within his eyes as his hands slipped under the worn cotton tank top and into Markoâs torso. Your own hands taking purchase behind his thighs, dragging down to tickle at the not-so-commonly touched flesh behind his kneecaps.Â
âHow about you first?â Dwayne pitched in, swooping in to begin his own assault on Paulâs sensitive flesh.Â
Soon, Paul was descended next to Marko on the couch, breathless as laughs wracked through his body. If he wasnât a vampire, youâd be more concerned with his heaving.Â
âNow sugar plum, donât think youâre neglected,â was all you heard before you felt the familiar warmth of Michaelâs hands tickle at the crevice of your neck, your body jerking in response as a squeal slipped past your lips.
âMichael!â you cried out between breaths, twisting and shifting away from him as David watched from afar, a smile tugging at his lips as he gazed from his wheelchair.Â
âCâmon, you can dish it but you canât take it?â He hummed against your cheek, pressing a chaste kiss to it as Marko sprang up from the couch, your body easily taking his place as the two made it their mission to pull every laugh out of you they could. You writhed against the fabric, hands grabbing at a cushion to playfully smack the boys with.Â
âDavid-â you jerked to the side, doing your best to give puppy dog eyes to your beloved amidst the pillow smacking to Michaelâs head. â-save me!â you pleaded before erupting into another fit of giggles.Â
Paul took the moment to take up his own arsenal, a pillow in each hand, swinging at Dwayne with them like they were twin swords. âEn guarde!â He joked before Dwayne easily disarmed him, a kiss being pressed to Paulâs forehead.Â
âNow that I think about it,â Dwayne piped up, making the tickle fest die down for just a brief moment. Your foot was pressed on Markoâs shoulder and the other one firmly against Michaelâs chest as your knees were bent up to body block their monstrous attacks. Paulâs head somehow now pressing into your stomach as the four of you caught your breaths, waiting for Dwayneâs next words.Â
âI donât think David here should be missing out on all the fun.â Dwayne finally finished, making all eyes snap towards him.
âNow wait a secondâŠâ Davidâs expression shifted from amusement to mock horror as the four of you let out a battle cry, âGetâim!â as you sprang from the cushions to launch yourselves at David.Â
Summary: I had you once, but I lost you, so now I am eternally yours.
Warning: Clinically insane, lost you once, mentions of war and insulting the volturi.
Word count: 1109 words.
a/n: This took a while, but english is not my first language. I do hope you guys like it.
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Vladimir's POV.
Past actions come to present actions trice what is understandable. It is a little too late to stand here preaching? Horrifying. Every time my eyes find (y/n) everything plays slow like the day couldn't get any worse. Back then when we ruled the human world to our advances; we took our job seriously. We had clans come from far and wide to established alliances, people joining us or wanting to be part of us, and food came from all over the world. When being from the Romanian Coven meant something.
(y/n) had my head on her lap running her fingers through his short blonde hair. She hummed a song between her lips no words spoken from them. Vladimir lowered his eyelids letting the atmosphere of his mate succumbed him.
He would give up all of him to make this moment last forever.
Despite the Romanian Coven choice of looking past Vampires with powers. His treasure has one calming everyone in the room no matter what. Vladimir embraces his hands surrounding his mate locking her towards himself. The atmosphere took a drastic chance now that the doors to the throne room have been open by Coronel. He strolls in with a couple others from the Coven worry about some new coven making little to no change in how we lived.
âWe can't let them get away with it!â, One Coven member hidden behind a cloak shines out.
âWe can take Aro outâ. Xutopia speaks coming past Coronel. Her brunette long hair falls in cascades as she adds soon after, âthey will disperse after the deed is done". She pleads as a second in command to Stefan.
A new coven member explains his frustration against why we are brushing off the Volturi.
Stefan opens his mouth to say something, but he stops himself closing his mouth. Xutopia raises an eyebrow at her brother not liking the fact she was ignored, âWe are going to regret thisâ.
"Shut up", Vladimir mutters between gritted teeth annoyance bursts through his whole body. His eyes open, he removes his head from his mateâs lap.
âWhen have we lost?â. Vladimir crimson eyes fallen to each member in the room. His eyes glare intently to Coronel and then Xutopia, âWe shouldnât be so fucking confidentâ.
âLet me go ahead! Let me attack them when they arenât expecting it!â.
His mate cuddles his side completely oblivious to what was spoken for her Vladimir is everything she has had. Vladimir eyes drift to her form resting (y/n)'s head on his chest. EverythĂŹng fell in glorious praise with (y/n) stayed by his side.
"The Volturi are a scum!â. Xutopia shouts at the top of her lungs, many of our members screams after her confirming what she thought and a smile ran away from her face affirming pleased with a wide grin.
âThey are just starting a war they won't win in the end. We are the Romanian Coven, aren't we coronel?". Vladimir drifted his attention to Coronel, who nodded before letting the words he held in his mind loose. Vladimir's calm but stern tone spreads his powerful energy, "I am not doubting our power, but The Volturi has convinced small covens! We should attack as soon as possible! We can't let them regroup. We could lose more if we let them grow". Coronel extended his hands as his voice filled the Romanian Castle Stronghold. He attracted crowds of Vampires and compelled humans to obey.
Back then we didn't mind. We didn't see the Volturi as a threat. Our worst mistake.
"Vladimir".
Vladimir's surroundings dissipate like a canvas getting washed over. His eyes drifted to his mate smiling at him as if he could cry. He would have, "Don't go, (y/n). Please". His last plead. He blinked the Romanian Castle meeting room was no more. It was replaced by white walls around him complemented by domino floors some type of hospital room. The stone walls were exchange with white walls and the stone floors were exchange with spotless floors. Each coven member disappear from sight taking form of tables, cabinets with other tolls and objects around the room.
Vladimir eyed the room, a sight escaping his lips trying to shake the memory away from his body. A hand-made contract with his cold ones. The contrast warmth to him, his eyes look up to (e/c) staring directly at him.
"Are you okay, Vlamir? You looked distant", (y/n) eyes soften in a welcoming manner with the nickname she gave him. He couldn't bring himself to tell her to stop; however, he did lose her centuries away, and he isn't starting on that note again.
No. He is not going to lose her ever again. No volturi. No coven will he let anyone take his human mate.
"Standing here looking at you takes all my breath away". Vladimir was quick to change the topic remembering how things used to be. How he lose her in the second retake battle with 100 new members. It is not something he can forgive himself that night he lost more than what he bargained for. We weren't prepared for a surprise attack.
"I will assume you are okay", (y/n) cheeks redden into next week. She pushes him playfully getting back to her job. It wouldn't be lying if he didn't say he missed her voice, her eyes going to him, her presence and if she is his other half his wishes granted, he is not going to let anything happen to her ever again even her scent every part of her is the original. He would cry with joy if he could.
He had constantly wished to have her return to him.
"I am good, (y/n)". Vladimir adds quickly so as not to worry her. Her eyes glance at him before her attention goes back to her job.
"I am glad", (y/n) whispers between her lips. A smile ran through Vladimir's lips knowing he did good. He will become her guard if he has to. Fuck the Volturi. His lips parted no words spoke staring at her. His eyes drifted to her like a magnet to a needle.
The room stood frozen looking at the machine that played in the background. (y/n)'s heart beats calmly her lips part. She moves back staring at Vladimir, "Did you say something?". She asks looking over at him. Vladimir runs his hands through his hair. He chuckles staring at her, "You are my mate, so now I am eternally yoursâ.
Still slo-o-o-o-wly pecking away at my Javi G x Dieter x assistant!reader fic for ages, so here's a peek:
Dieterâs languid insouciance carries him as he saunters into the room wearing only a pair of flannel pj bottoms. The sight of his bare chest still affected you all this time, but you were used to it. Or so you kept telling yourself. You pass him a mug of coffee, and run over the dayâs loose agenda, plonking the relevant script in front of him.
No Pressure Tags: @ozarkthedog @holacia3 @kedsandtubesocks @navybrat817 @missredherring @buckets-and-trees @witchywithwhiskey and anyone who wants to play.
Ooooh! Do you know how much I love your word choice?
Anyway, thanks for the tag, even though I'm not responding until late Thursday night...
This is from a scene I lifted out of my Presidential Candidate Steve series, but I am working it into something that I'll just share with anyone interested on the side here in a week or two, depending how the muse goes.
"You never asked me that before," you observe, tracing patterns on his chest with your fingertips.Â
"I know," he says, catching your hand and bringing it to his lips. "Maybe I was afraid of the answer."Â
np tags: @stargazingfangirl18 @biteofcherry @krirebr @lessersole @bigtreefest @thezombieprostitute and anyone else itching to get in here...
Hereâs a little sneekity peek at whatâs next for Pound Town!Ransom and his sweet, traumatized omega:
âWhat happened to your neck?â he asked softly, his fingers tracing along the backs of your thighs as you laid on top of him, sleepy and boneless.
The dregs of your pleasureâand the warm, happy bubble of the afterglow that came along with itâwere instantly replaced by a wave of shame and anxiety.
No pressure tags: @gremlin-girly @labella420 @anika-ann @ronearoundblindly @americas-ass-writing
Here's a little snippet from Jealousy, Jealousy (A story in the Neighbourhood AU) that features Ransom and Lloyd. This is from one of the first scenes I wrote and a fic I hope I can finish this weekend! Regardless of whether it wins the Saturday Pick Your Fic...
Despite being similar in height, Lloyd had muscle and years of training, where Ransom had been spoiled fluffy.
The growl that came from Ransom made your temper flare and you grabbed him by the scruff of his sweater, yanking him backwards away from Lloyd, standing in the now-unoccupied space between them.
I think I've shared a bit of this before, but here's some JoaquĂn/reader kissing to warm up your Wednesday!
Warm hands cupped your face as your back hit the car door and you expected his lips to follow, slightly parted as they were, so you closed your eyes, drinking in the feel of him. But instead his breath ghosted your cheek, his nose tracing the a delicate line around the shell of your ear.
"You want to tell me to stop, baby, just say the word." He whispered, his lips leaving a lingering kiss behind your ear before moving slowly down the column of your neck. You tipped your head back, body on fire at just these simple touches.
Thanks for the tag, Elsie, @mrs-elsie-barnes ! I love WIP Wednesday. Your WIP is very hot, btw!
This is from the next installment of Bolder (Stucky x Reader). I've been working on this, but just can't finish...
âI waited,â he murmured, the words barely a whisper over the sound of the water.
âI let him have you first. Let you be his gift. But youâve been mine, long before tonight.â
The admission sent a shiver skittering down your spine, your breath catching as his hand finally lifted, fingers lightly trailing down your jaw to your neck and your breasts. Every muscle in his body was wound tight, the sharp line of his jaw working like he was biting back the last thread of control.
And then he sighed, like the decision had been made.
âExcuse me, excuse me!â You hurried down the hallway, nearly late for class.
Dodging students without shoving, you weaved your way toward the biology room. Just in time, you slipped through the door moments before the professor shut it.
Ooooh thank you @berrychaivibe for the tag. I love this kind of gameđ„°
I want people to guess for which fic it can be. I think it's easy to know, but I will let you guess.
Steve's heart clench. He put his hand on it. Something felt wrong. He searched for you. All he can see is chaos, and he can hear paramedics counting. He can hear the buzz of the paddle against your chest. Mostly, he can see your light faint.
If all goes well, this story will be posted sometime tomorrow (but will likely have to wait until Friday because I'm exhausted).
"He won't know," Charles promises. "I just need an in, chat her up, charm her. I won't even stay for the whole party. Just enough to plant the hook, and then you're in the clear."
"It's still risky," Ransom warns. "You're not as well known around here, but there's still a chance. And if I get caught bringing a conman to one of his parties, Rogers will cut me off, if not worse."
"Then make sure you don't get caught," Charles winks.
I want to thank @thezombieprostitute for the tag. I am probably a bit late. Thank you for the tag
Tbh I have been hoarding this shot for two years now, but it's one of the most hilarious stories and wholesome I have ever written
She spreads the map open while each girl places an object on their respective corners that ends by them. They look up at x as Amara speaks what's on everyone's minds, "Okay. How do we get there? I don't want to be the elephant in the room, but Talita can't set foot in Italy, and you're wanted in 23 countries give or takeâ. Amara raises an eyebrow waiting for the glorious answer of her friend only to be interrupted by Dana and Talita.
â46â. Dana and Talita spoke at the same time. Both girls take a sip of their milkshake waiting for hell on earth to unfold. Amara face lost the smile she had just a second ago, encouraging x to reach out her dreams. X sighs heavily as Amara blinks intently. Her eyes drifted to x, âWhat happen when I took 3 days off? You let your intrusive thoughts winâ.
Here's one of mine, I've considered finishing it and posting it but I'm not too sure yet. I've hoarded it for a bit!
âYouâre stealing the blanket,â your voice was thick with sleep as your face twisted into a grimace, goosebumps rising on your arms as the chilled salty scented air wafted into the cave from above. You could easily get up and open the trunk that lay at the end of Markoâs bed, filled with quilts, throw blankets, shawls, and scraps of fabric for his never-ending jacket-making project.Â
âAm not,â Marko murmured, lips pulled into a pout as he continued tugging. âYou have too much blanket,â You didnât have to see him to know his eyebrows were scrunched in annoyance, cheek squished against Paulâs chest and his mouth was partly open from sleep, fangs peeking out between his pillow-soft lips.Â
âYou donât even get cold!â you whined, now more awake than before. Your eyelids were heavy and threatening to close as you forced them open, blinking away sleep to feast your eyes on the situation that lay before you.Â
âItâs not me stealing the blanket,â you pointed out, eyes narrowing at David who lay sleeping between you, somehow spinning the blanket around him like a burrito, effectively tugging both sides away from you and Marko.Â
I tag anyone and everyone who would like to share a WIP!
enemies to lovers prompts? or rivals to lovers? whatever you wanna call it! please and thank u in advance
ohhh yes. you want that tension, that bite, that âi hate you but also why do i want to kiss youâ vibe đ rivals-to-lovers: drunken confessions editionâfull of chaos, tension, and hidden longing
âi don't even like you. i just... think about you. constantly. which is worse, honestly.â
âyouâre so annoying. and infuriating. and ridiculously attractive. unfortunately.â
âif you werenât such a smug bastard, iâd probably fall for you.â
âsay that again and i might kiss you. or punch you. i havenât decided.â
âyou drive me insane. and i think i like it.â
âi bet kissing you would ruin my life.â
âweâre not friends. i just like being around you. and staring at your stupid face.â
âiâm not jealous. i just donât want anyone else flirting with you. ever.â
âi think i hate you a little less when you smile like that.â
âif you werenât always competing with me, maybe iâd tell you how i feel.â
âoh please, like you donât love the way we argue.â
âyou should be illegal. dangerous. you do things to my brain.â
âi wanted to win. until i saw you cheering for me. then i just wanted you.â
âi pretend to hate you so i donât have to admit how much i care.â
âyou called me your rival once. i called you mine too. in my heart, i meant soulmate.â
âiâve never wanted to kiss someone i also wanted to push off a cliff. just you.â
âyou looked so good tonight i forgot how much i was supposed to hate you.â
âthe worst part is that i trust you. more than anyone else. and it kills me.â
âyouâre my biggest weakness. donât let it go to your already giant head.â
âyou were supposed to be a distraction. not the entire story.â
âdonât flatter yourself. iâd only kiss you if we were the last two people on earth. maybe.â
âi didnât fall for you. i tripped. violently. and now i live here.â
âi know your favorite drink. your tells when you lie. your soft spots. tell me that means nothing.â
âwe fight so much because i canât say what i actually feel. itâs easier to make you mad.â
âevery time you beat me at something, a part of me wants to kiss you out of spite.â
âitâs not losing to you that hurts. itâs not being near you anymore.â
âi memorized the sound of your laugh just so i could pretend i didnât care.â
âi hate how much i miss you when you're not around.â
âthis wasnât supposed to happen. you werenât supposed to matter.â
âwhy do i always look for you in every room?â
âyour stupid confidence is so irritating. and so hot. unfortunately.â
âsay it. say you want me too.â
âyou always win. so just... win me too, already.â
âi canât tell if i want to fight you or fall asleep in your arms.â
âstop looking at me like that. i might forgive everything.â
âone kiss and iâll never argue with you again. maybe.â
âi used to dream about beating you. now i dream about holding your hand.â
âyouâre the worst thing thatâs ever happened to my emotional stability.â
âyou make my blood boil. and my heart race. and my head spin.â
âyou said you hated me. so why did you come looking when i left?â
âyou broke my heart without ever even touching it.â
âi only mock you because if i said something real, itâd ruin us.â
âyou want honesty? fine. iâd set the world on fire if you asked.â
âyou were never just a rival. you were the one i couldnât stop wanting.â
âi was never trying to beat you. i was trying to impress you.â
âyou couldâve kissed me instead of arguing with me. we were right there.â
âi love you. there. i said it. now go ahead and laugh.â
âyou donât get it. iâd lose every single time if it meant i got to keep you.â
âthis isnât just drunken talk. iâve wanted to say it for a long time.â
âhate me in the morning if you want... but kiss me tonight.â
"you drive me insane. but i think i'd die if you left."
"youâre so annoying... and so beautiful. itâs rude, honestly."
"i was supposed to hate you. i wanted to hate you."
"you always had to win. even at stealing my heart."
"tell me you donât feel this. i dare you."
"if weâre being honest... iâve never fought harder than when it came to not loving you."
"i kept picking fights just to keep you around."
"you were the challenge. and now youâre the dream."
"i kissed someone to forget you. didnât work. shocking, right?"
"you made me feel something when i didnât want to feel anything."
"i hate how you always know what iâm thinking... and i hate that it makes me like you more."
"youâre not just under my skinâyouâre in my bones now."
"i ruined everything because i was scared you could break me. and you wouldâve. easily."
"every time you beat me, i wanted to kiss you. isnât that messed up?"
"i let you win once. just once. because i wanted to see you smile."
"you were the only person who could keep up with me. the only one who ever did."
"maybe i was cruel because it was the only way to keep you at arm's length."
"i think the reason i hated you is because you made me feel. and i didnât know what to do with that."
"i don't know what's worseâlosing to you, or losing you."
"if you say 'i told you so,' iâll kiss you to shut you up."
"remember when i said iâd never fall for someone like you? well. here we are."
"i used to want to beat you. now i just want to hold you."
"you were never the enemy. just... the distraction i wanted to be more."
"you piss me off so much i think iâm in love with you."
"i trained every day to be better than you. turns out, i just wanted your attention."
"every insult was just a secret confession in disguise, wasnât it?"
"admit itâyou liked our fights too. they were ours."
"the moment you walked in, i knew i was in trouble."
"if you wanted to ruin me, congratulations. it worked."
"i was never playing the game to win. i was playing it to get closer to you."
( a collection of drunken confessions dialogue prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please donât edit or add on to the original post <3 if you like, please consider supporting me through tips
(mix of silly, emotional, messy, sweet, and chaotic)
"you ever think maybe we were meant to meet... like, cosmically?"
"i shouldn't say this... but i've been in love with you for forever."
"shhh. donât tell anyone i said this but... youâre my favorite person."
"youâre so pretty. itâs actually unfair. iâm mad at you now."
"i miss you. even when you're here, i miss you."
"if you asked me right now, iâd run away with you."
"i told myself i wouldnât cry and now look at meâi'm soggy."
"can i tell you a secret? no one knows this. not even me."
"i don't want to go home. itâs not warm there like you are."
"you smell like safety. thatâs weird, right?"
"you always leave the party too early. stay longer this time. stay with me."
"i don't like them. i never did. i only said yes to make you jealous."
"you were my first love. not that you needed to know that."
"you always knew me better than anyone. itâs scary sometimes."
"every time you smile at someone else i feel sick. itâs pathetic, i know."
"i think you're the only person who's ever actually seen me."
"you promised me youâd stay. why did you lie?"
"remember when we used to dream together? god, we were so young."
"donât laugh but... i wrote poems about you. they were bad."
"youâre everything to me. but itâs fine. you donât have to feel the same."
"your hands are so warm. i could live here, holding you."
"you were my favorite chapter. i keep rereading you."
"iâm not drunk. okay i am. but the feelings? those are real."
"i wish i was braver when it counted."
"itâs you. itâs always been you."
"do you think we missed our chance?"
"they donât deserve you. but i was too scared to try to be someone who did."
"stop looking at me like that. iâll fall in love all over again."
"you said you didnât want anything serious... but i did. i wanted you."
"iâm scared. and itâs not the boozeâitâs the idea of losing you."
"i tell everyone iâm over you but then you look at me and i fall apart."
"you were the only one who stayed when everything else fell apart."
"if i tell you i love you, will you leave? please donât."
"the world feels quieter when you're near. like everything makes sense."
"you taste like trouble and iâd still kiss you again."
"god, i hate you. i hate how much i still love you."
"every version of me has wanted every version of you."
"you were my home. i didnât realize until i lost the key."
"donât leave yet. just one more moment like this. please."
"i think i messed up. i picked everyone else before you."
"if i asked you to kiss me, would you?"
"remember when you held my hand like you meant it?"
"youâre my what-if. and it kills me."
"can we just stay like this? pretend itâs still us?"
"i forgive you. even though it still hurts."
"i lied. when i said i didnât care. i always did."
"you look so good right now. it's annoying. stop it."
"you make the world feel a little less heavy."
"i saved every text. is that weird?"
"i love you. even if i forget this in the morning, i mean it right now."
Hii!!! I have been feeling a Poly with Marco and Paul. What if they are both trying to woo reader only for reader having a hard time choosing. Both Marco x Paul take initiative to keep reader for them.
What do you think?
I thinkkk.. I love this idea!!!!!
Word Count - 716
Fandom - The Lost Boys 1987
Pairing - Poly! Marko x GN! Reader x Paul
Title - Be Ours?
You didnât miss it, the way Markoâs eyes would linger on the way Paul would lean closer to you as you two were talking. Or the way Paul would initially grind his teeth as Marko played with a strand of your hair when you were sitting next to him. The pair werenât exactly masters at hiding their feelings and if often lay in their face, stretched out and bare for you to see.Â
The lingering touches on your hand as theyâd hand you a drink or offer you to ride on their precious bikes, pouting if you choose one over the other; or in unison if David had chosen you to ride with him and veto their plan altogether. Marko, always quick to offer you his infamous jacket when an evening breeze rolled in and left a trail of goosebumps up your arm.Â
You felt your face pull into a frowned glare as you stared at the sidewalk, your fingers coming to your mouth to bite at your nails. You liked their attention, the expression on their faces as if you hung the stars yourself when you were talking, their warmth, their kindness. Their teasing remarks and playful behaviors.Â
But that was the problem in itself. Every time you thought of Marko and Paul, it was them together as one. Not isolated men fighting for your affection.Â
â-whatâs the matter, lovebug?â Marko called out, pulling you from your thoughts and the frown leaving your face as you looked up to see him and Paul walking up together, Paul swirling the keys around his index finger.Â
âYâknow.. Iâm no electrician but I think I can certainly light up your day, Sugar,â Paul winked, using playfulness to cover up his concern. They didnât miss the way you were picking at the skin around your nails or the way your teeth sunk into your lower lip to gnaw on it as you pondered something in that pretty head of yours each time your mind wandered off.Â
âItâs nothin-â You shrugged off their concern, hoping that would be the end of it so you could ponder your plan on how to talk to them later. To truly digest your thoughts. However, they wouldnât let you out so easy.Â
âMmmm, I dunnoâŠ. Paulie I think somethinâ is going on, donât you?â Marko looked to his partner in crime, eyebrows arched as he swung his arm up to lean against Paulâs shoulder.Â
âWhatâs going on, Marko?â Paul played along, looking back to Marko with a grin.Â
âSomething is goinâ on with our sweet angel face,â Markoâs grin matched Paulâs own. Carefully masked concern as he reached a hand forward to twirl a piece of fringe from your jacket.Â
âGuys,â You whined out, tossing your head back with a groan.Â
âJust tell us, sweetheart, weâll make it better,â Paul chimed in, his own hand taking purchase on your thigh. The soothing circles he began to rub into the muscle making you exhale, a fond gleam taking hold in his eye.Â
They didnât miss it, the way you responded to their touch. Your eyes always staring at their hands after they briefly held yours for a moment a little too longer than what a platonic relationship would hold. Or how you leaned into their grasp when they held onto you. The way your hands would tightly grip their torso in comparison to Davidâs shoulders as you rode their bikes.Â
âI think I know whatâs going on, Paulie,â Marko sang out, eyes flickering between your jacket that he helped you decorate up to your face. âI think our sweetie pie doesnât know.âÂ
âDoesnât know what Marko, what do they not know?â Paul continued to play along, admiring the way your face scrunched in confusion.Â
âBoys-â
âThat we care for them as much as they care for us.â Marko ended his teasing, hand leaving your jacket to caress your cheek.Â
âWait what-â
âWeâre serious, (y/n),â Paul lost his playful demeanor, though his face held a soft fondness to it as he gave your hand a squeeze.Â
âBut the two of you?â
âCan share.â They said in unison. âSo what do you say?â Paul murmured, bringing your hand to his face to press a kiss to your knuckles.Â
âBe ours?â Marko clarified, taking your unoccupied hand in his grasp.Â
"Come on, this isn't funny." "I'm not joking. It's locked."
"Is that the only tent we have?"
"There's only one bed." "Well, darlin', I'm not sleeping on the floor, so I guess we'll have to share."
"I'm your bodyguard. It's in the job description to protect you at all times." "Well, could you at least 'protect' me from over there?"
"You have got to be kidding me. I have to share a room with you."
"What do you mean there's only one sleeping bag? You had one job."
"Quit following me!" "I was hired to follow you, princess, better get used to it."
"What the hell is that noise?" "Uh, yeah, slight problem. We're out of gas."
"Where are you going? We're in the middle of nowhere!" "Yeah! And whose fault is that?"
"Look around, love. In case you hadn't noticed we're snowed in. So unless you plan to freeze to death, we'll have to find a way to keep each other warm."
"I may be stuck with you, but I don't have to like it."
"Is now a bad time to tell you I'm claustrophobic?"
"Your heart's racing. Now, I know being pressed up against me is exhilerating and all, but I'm trying to concentrate on picking this lock."
"What are you? Afraid?"
"Uh. Slight problem. We're trapped."
"Well, which way, smartass?" "Uh. We might be lost."
"maybe you'll feel it, too" -best friends to lovers prompts
a prompt list by @novelbear á”ᎄá”
lingering hugs and stares
"you know i'm always going to be there for you, right? always."
compliments that are borderline (sometimes just blatant) flirting but they cover it up as just being a really supportive friend
^ "you sure this looks fine?" "trust me, you look fine as hell..."
being overly protective of the other (especially when it comes to relationships)
showing displays of affection that might seem questionable to others around them (ex. kissing each other on the cheek/ hands)
hand placement when hugging or guiding them also being a little more on the questionable side
"i'm always thinking about you."
being unable to tear their eyes off of them, especially when watching them excel at something they're best at
sharing clothes
"why are you looking at me like that?"
unconsciously including them in conversation when they're not even around
"there's no one else that makes me laugh the way you do."
noticing them blushing coincidentally after making a comment. but they can't be blushing because of what they said. they wouldn't. would they? no, of course not...right?
holding hands and neither of them knowing when (or wanting to) let go
when that realization hits that they really wouldn't rather spend their time with anyone else the way they do with their "best friend"
rambling on and on and on and wait are they looking at my eyes or my lips?
"if we were dating i'd take you to all the best places.." "what's stopping you?" "excuse me."
"can i kiss you?" "you have no idea how long i've waited to hear you ask that."
the relief that washes over both of them when the feelings are finally out there
"why didn't you tell me?" "the same reason you didn't tell me. i didn't want to lose you."
Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap (Marko x Reader Drabble)
Your creep of a boss has finally gone too far, and Marko is gonna make him pay.
Includes: gn reader, verbal workplace harassment, Marko kills someone for you
You thumped onto the old couch, dust flying as you bristled. Youâd worked all evening, exhausted by the time you were back in the cave.
The boys had known something was wrong from the moment you left the arcade. They knew you worked hard, but usually you were relieved after your shift, ready to let loose. Not tonight.
Tonight you were livid.
âIâve worked there for 3 years! Thatâs longer than him, and almost everyone else in the fucking building!â
Marko sat down on the other end of the couch, a pigeon resting in his lap as he listened to you rant. Paul wasnât listening, but he got a pass for rolling a joint instead.
âI work harder than all of them, and when I ask for a little recognition so I can pay my rent he has the nerve to-â
You pause.
Since youâd became friends with the boys theyâd been fiercely protective, especially Marko. He wasnât afraid to get in the face of anyone who messed with you- well really he didnât seem to be afraid of anything. Heâd gotten into an all out brawl with the last dude that catcalled you on the boardwalk, you canât imagine what heâd do if he knew what your boss had told you that night
By the time youâd come back to Earth, the whole pack was looking at you.
âHe just- ugh, I deserve the fucking raise.â
You sighed, crossing your arms and leaning back as you avoided their eyes. Marko wasnât gonna let you get away with that and you knew it.
âUh huh. What did he say?â
He could tell you were hiding something. You tried to think of an excuse, but resigned yourself to silently meeting his eyes.
âBaby. What did he say?â
There was a new look is his eye, like he was waiting for your permission. Like he was ready.
âItâs not a big deal, alright?â
It kind of was, but you were gonna deal with it yourself. You needed this job, and you could handle it. You didnât need the boys to save you.
You took a breath, feeling gross even saying it back.
ââŠIf you want the money, youâre gonna have to make it worth my whileâ
You shivered. Youâd always felt kind of uncomfortable around your manager. The boys knew it too. You always asked Marko to stay around the arcade when you were alone on a shift with him, which was suspiciously often.
It infuriated Marko. He hated how the man looked at you, like he was getting some kind of show. Heâd almost chased him down a million times before, only stopping because he didnât want it to come back on you. Heâd been trying to play nice, just until you joined the pack for real.
Tonight was the end of that. Marko knew you didnât want trouble, that you needed your job (for now), but that was a threat. It made his blood boil. He knew he wasnât a saint, far from it, but heâd never put someone like you in a situation like that. He was a monster, but there was a line, and your creep of a boss had crossed it.
You could tell there was something up with him by the way they all looked at you.
âHey- I told you itâs not a big deal okay? Iâll handle it. I donât wanna lose my job because you guys ate my boss.â
Marko shook his head, shooing the pigeon out of his lap to lean closer to you.
âHeâd taste like shit, but Iâd do it for you.â
He put a protective arm over you. He knew there was no one around but the rest of the pack now, but it felt right. Clearly, he needed to stick closer to you.
You looked him in the eye, shaking your head. No one wanted to be rid of the man more than you, but as much as the guys wanted to, going around murdering your adversaries would cause more trouble than you had the energy for.
âMarko, no. You canât solve every one of my problems with your teeth.â
He sighed, rolling his eyes before his usual smirk returned.
âI so could. But, if youâre that worried about it, I wonât lay a hand on his creep ass. Heâll get whatâs coming to him.â
Marko wouldnât even touch the guy.
Paul and Dwayne could do that, and he didnât say anything about not laying a fang on him.
He looked at his brothers for confirmation of their new dinner plans. The guys liked you well enough, and knew when not to push Marko, nodding in agreement as you looked around at them, confused.
Smiling to himself, be snatched the joint and lighter from Paul and handed it to you. Soon youâd learn that all problems could, indeed, be solved with his mouth.
âCmon, letâs turn this night aroundâ
You didnât really believe that heâd leave it alone, but at this exact moment, you couldnât care less. You werenât gonna let some middle aged dickhead ruin your night with Marko, and neither would he.
In fact, Marko was gonna make sure that man would never ruin a night of yours ever again.
Epilogue
In the following days your boss went missing, and you were left in a state of limbo. The store was closed while management floundered to find someone to fill the role, and you were told to take some time off because of how âcloseâ you and the boss were.
You had a feeling you knew what had happened, but by the time youâd decided to confront Marko about it, he was practically shoving you into Maxâs Video Store.
It mustâve been pure luck that a higher, better paying position had just opened up there that night.
As wrong as you knew it was, youâd have to get used to this sort of thing before you turned. In the end, your manager wasnât the worst baby step.
You and Dwayne have always been close, but thereâs always been something stopping you from truly letting him in.
That fact makes it all the more painful to see every other girl doing what you wish you could.
Includes: jealous/slightly catty reader, unresolved feelings, fem reader, suggestiveness
After a few tense moments upon your entrance, Dwayne broke the silence.
âSo.. how was your night?â
You looked up at him, almost laughing. Your shirt was near ripped open and youâre covered in blood, obviously you had a good timeâŠ
Not as good of a time as you couldâve had together, though.
âFun. Found a wandering pack of surfer nazis.â
Dwayne laughed a little, looking you up and down.
âA whole pack?â
You smile to yourself, choosing to believe that he said it out of jealously over you and not the food.
âYea- didnât waste the whole bunch though, got the two cute ones to follow me to the beachâ
You began to strip off your jacket and bloodied shirt. After all, heâs seen it all before. Not the way you wished he had, but still.
ââŠDamn. You have more restraint than meâ
Dwayneâs eyes were glued to you as you walked towards him. He doesnât know the half of it.
He suddenly felt a bit awkward about the lipstick and bite marks scattered around his neck and chest, seeing a flash of bitterness in your eyes as you approached him.
He really doesnât understand you. You watch him like youâre stalking prey, and he does the same, spending nights on the boardwalk trading flirts with you as you fall behind the rest of your pack, together. Youâd spent countless hours talking early into the morning with him, falling asleep in his arms, only to avoid him the next night. He protects you, and you bring something out in him that no one else can, so why do you always pull away?
Dwayne takes the rejection like a champ. He lets you avoid him, and then come back for another round.
Then, tonight, you bitterly tap out of their party and come back looking like that.
As your eyes rake over him, he almost wants to beg.
Youâve got him, bad.
You brought your hand up to his chest, thumb swiping a kiss mark. He lets out a deep sigh.
You donât know what youâre doing either.
You and Dwayne had always had.. something. Both a comfortable bond and a heavy tension. You had no idea what to do with it. You knew how the boys were. They partied, they fucked, they fed. They didnât love, and neither did you. You knew you could have him under you with a word. The problem was, that wasnât all you wanted.
You didnât know what would happen if any of them found out, and you didnât want to know.
You wanted to fall into that comfortable rhythm with him, you wanted to be his, but you couldnât bring yourself to take the risk.
ââŠI see the party went wellâ
You mused, eyes still avoiding his by moving from bite to bite
âYeah. It was a good one. Satisfying.â
Dwayneâs word choice prompted a strong exhale from you. Satisfying. If it- she, was so satisfying, he would be asleep like the others. He wasnât. Heâd waited up for you.
He had to admit, he was also being petty now.
You examined him with a subtly venomous smile, trying to temper your jealousy and failing.
âThis red was too warm for her skin. Made her look like a clown.â
You met his eyes.
âBut I guess thereâs no accounting for tasteâ
With the slight, you managed to reign yourself in, patting his chest and shrugging past him.
âHow did you..?â
*how did you know what she looked like?* he wanted to ask. You were there when the party began, but to his knowledge, left before the girl in question got there.
âI saw her on the way out. She wanted to ride you into the sunset from the moment she saw you. Good night for her, Hm?â
You let your nonchalant facade slip a little with that remark. How could you not? She got her wish, and you got surfer nazis and a single hand on his chest. Yippee.
Dwayne turned to watch as you walked away. He wanted to correct you.
She hadnât even taken her top off by the time his teeth were in her neck.
It was a chilly night on the boardwalk, a storm earlier that day making the whole place damp and briskly cold. When Dwayne had asked you to come out with him and the boys you hadnât thought twice. Now that you were outside, you wished youâd had the foresight to bring a jacket.
Dwayne had heard your excuses all night, putting his foot down as he spotted you shivering.
You met his stare, straightening up and clenching your jaw shut.
âIâm fine.â
âYouâre freezing-â
He started to take off his jacket, pausing as you shook your head. You were wearing a shirt and you were cold, there was no way you were gonna leave him without even a jacket.
âNo- well kind of, but Iâll be alrightâ
Dwayne looked at you pensively for a moment before deciding to try another tactic. He sniffed the inside of the leather, opening it to you.
âNot the cleanest, but I thought you liked how I smellâ
He caught you off guard with that remark, a laugh momentarily distracting you from the cold. You definitely did like his smell, and the idea of having his jacket around you was a pleasant one, but that wasnât the point.
âItâs not that, trust me-â
âThen what is it?â
He interrupted, stepping closer to you. He placed his hands on your arms, pulling you to him.
âYouâre cold. Iâm not. Take the jacket, gorgeousâ
You smiled before rolling your eyes. You knew Dwayne was generally unbothered, but you werenât gonna let his need to be a gentleman leave him freezing.
âDwayne. Itâs cold and wet, and you arenât wearing a shirt. God knows Iâm not complaining, but thereâs no way you arenât cold.â
Dwayne smirked at you, letting silence settle in the air for a moment before getting an idea. His hand moved from your shoulder, grabbing your wrist and pressing your hand to his bare chest.
âDo I feel cold?â
At least now your cheeks were hot.
â⊠noâ
The tan skin under your palm was perfectly warm. You had no idea how, but it was. Here you were, teeth chattering, and he wasnât even room temperature.
âSee? Take the jacket.â
He eagerly slipped the leather off, walking behind you. You were left with no choice but to hold out your arms.
âBut itâs like 40 degrees out, how are you so warm?â
Dwayne let out a low laugh as he put the jacket on you, leaning down to your ear from behind.
âI guess thatâs just the effect you have on me, babydollâ
He wrapped his toned arms around you, pulling you into his chest.
Your presence was definitely a part of it, but soon youâd learn just how easy it was to be warm after fresh blood.
