#dwayne tlb

[your-compadre-infinity]

Finally

I have them all

Edit: NOW I have them all

[callisoapy]

the boys when michael changes his mind and suddenly doesn’t want to kill people as a hazing stunt to join some strange polycule

they took it personally, too

[persephone-s-moon]

You're one of us now, Michael

[yourhostfortheevening]

The lost boys x reader

★Letting them bite you★

♡authors note♡ sorry I'm normal ❌ LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER ❌ this is a bit of a weird format because I found it easier to do it in bullet points. Started with the idea for marko and just bullshitted the other boys (if you couldn't tell). Found out a while ago bats can purr so fuck it so can vampires. (this concept was done for David in an earlier fic so I essentially just bulletpointed it and changed bits and pieces here). Reader isn't gendered but I imagined them fem while writing.

warnings: blood drinking, but kinda romantic (??), reader's into it don't worry.

if this is out of character, please do not tell me, I enjoy making shit up 😌

Paul ☆

Teases you about how he could just "eat you up" and when you respond with "sure, go ahead." it makes his night.

Just like Marko he moves through life quickly and dangerously, and while the danger part stops when it comes to you, the fast part does not.

As soon as you agree to let him bite you he's on top of you.

Multiple bites.

This man is excitable, he just can't get enough of you.

Starting at your neck he moves down to your collarbone and even goes as far as your shoulder, really enjoying making his mark.

Cant help himself, licks up any excess.

"You're the sweetest thing I've ever had babe." Laughing to himself he playfully pushes his face into the crook of your neck.

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Marko ☾

When he's with the boys he's reckless and wild, but when it's just you he's soft and gentle, keeping his voice low as if he were talking to a frightened animal.

He likes to live life fast but with you he slows down.

Bites your wrist instead of your neck.

He brings your hand up to cup his face, his fingers caressing the top of your hand while he kisses the outside of your palm.

Moving down slowly and gently before stopping at your wrist, he bites, keeping eye contact to begin with you watch his eyes change before he closes them.

When he stops he gently kisses the bite marks before digging into his pocket to bring out a small roll of bandages.

Bandages you up with care.

"Wouldn't want you going to waste now, would we angel?" said with a small laugh and a wink.

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Dwayne ♢

Stoic and mysterious in public, when he's alone with you he allows himself to be passionate and expressive.

Bites close to your collarbone.

You feel his hair tickle your skin as he nuzzles you, his face is cold but you don't mind.

He finds it hard to stop but manages to keep his composure, he doesn't want you to be scared of him. In this moment of vulnerability his only thought is making sure he doesn't hurt you too much.

His thumb wipes away any blood on his mouth and he brings his head up to kiss your forehead, keeping his face there for a few moments more. Then moving down slightly he softly touches his forehead to yours and offers you a rare smile.

"You don't know what you do to me, sweetheart..."

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David ⛭

His movements are slow to start, looking for your reaction. Leaving kisses on your jaw as he makes his way down to your neck.

Then he strikes before you can even register what's happening. You can't help but let out a small yelp in surprise.

Goes for the throat, the classic. More comfortable for him too.

A little bit sadistic but doesn't go too far, just a bit of fear is all he wants, then he'll ease up. He thinks it makes you taste better. He just loves hearing your heartbeat speed up.

Purrs like a cat, takes his time to savour you.

His voice is barely above a whisper, still pressed against your neck; he kisses your skin, it stings.

"Stay with me, doll."

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BONUS - Star ⯎

Chest. (think: 'Carmilla')

That's all I'm gonna say.

"You're amazing..." she coos, giving you a sweet smile "My pretty little dove..."

oooh might write something for star at some point, if I could get a decent grasp of her character that is. This was written in a day and I know you can tell, I'm not a writer so for me its either first draft or nothing at all 💀 anywho...

Thanks for reading, love ya! ♡

[nootcreations]

IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT...🩸☠️🎸

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[alibsangels]

"I walked all alone, for a long century

'til I found my brothers, and my brothers found me"

[tac-the-unseen]

Things they only let you do

Micheal Myers:

•Exist next to him unharmed

-Lets be honest, that is a privilege only you get

-The fact you and only you can co-inhabit with the boogeyman is something nobody but Michael can figure out, and for the record, he can’t

-Not a moment goes by that police teams, doctors, and the general public doesn't wonder how on earth you managed to get a deranged serial killer to become your personal pillow. 

•Watching him sleep

-Micheal rarely sleeps, so when he does he expects you to be looking out for him. He trusts nobody else like that.

-He does the same thing for you every night, so he sees it as returning the favor 

-You know better than to play any tricks on him (lest you be stabbed to death) (Of course he sleeps armed, do you take him for a fool?)

•Harm him

-While this sounds odd, it makes sense 

-He simply doesn't view you as a threat. So even if you do end up hurting him, i.e bitting, scratching, hitting, kicking, or use a weapon against him, He doesn't care much

-Unfortunately he seems to enjoy your company and affection. That coupled with his regenerative properties it really doesn't matter what you do 

-IF it gets that bad, It's not like you'll be a difficult enemy. You'd simply just be another body 

Bo Sinclair:

•Yelling at him

-He will yell back, but if anyone else yelled at him they'd get a right hook to the jaw

-He doesn't even let his brother ‘disrespect’ him like that

-He not used to affection of really only kind (other than sexual) so sometimes Screaming matches are his love language

•Being affectionate (in any way)

-Again, he's not used to it. He finds it uncomfortable even though he knows he shouldn't.

-He also knows he's the odd one out when it comes to affection. Because of this he doesn't stop you from hugging, kissing, for simply holding his hand like he might of for past partners

-Him not pushing away is a big deal, mostly for him

•Messing up his work area 

-Anyone else fucked with his tools they'll get an ear full

-You mess with his tools might earn you a hard sigh and told to not do it again 

-Might yell at you but that's really the most he's doing

Hannibal Lecter:

•Not counting Will, being rude

-He has a type, and that type is mentally ill and wants to make that everybody’s problem 

-Loves watching you cuss somebody out after they themselves are rude. 

-Gets actual goosebumps while you glare at him for tricking others into his dinner plans 

•Complain about his food

-He is always trying to impress you with food

-The thing is, that sardine jelly is just plain NASTY 

-He lets you get away with it because he wants to make sure your well fed at all time (He just really wants praise and approval) 

-If you don't want to dine on the guest Hannibal understands and lets you pass without any passive aggressiveness (If you DO choose to carry on with dinner he cannot stop looking at you. Like full on heart eyes kind of look)

•Let you win

-Hannibal has a superiority complex. been there, knew that. He never lets anyone one up him, no matter the cost. 

-You are the only exception! Not even Will can get an actual victory. 

-He'll let you win in both large and small scale scenarios. That's not to say he won't try to win, but if he loses fairly he'll let it rest there (for the most part)

The Lost Boys:

•Touch their Motorcycles 

-Not one, not Max, Star, or Laddie can touch their bikes without permission first. 

-1) because it's how they get around the human way, and 2) They take great pride and care for the damn things

-You are the only person allowed to sit, lean, lay, or whatever on their bikes. They even teach you how to care for them properly just so you can look after them in their absence.

-You looking after their bikes is their equivalent to a girl handing her drink to someone in a bar. They will bark at someone over your drink and they expect you to bark over their bikes. 

•Touch the Nest(s)

-They built you a nest deep in the cave and there are so many rules involving said nest. One of those rules being that you HAVE to be invited to enter the nest.

-They already had a nest made but when you became mates with them, they had to redo the whole thing for you. This process takes hours and sometimes days to complete, So in the meantime they invited you into their old nest before building you a new one. 

-They all cuddled around you while telling you the importance and rules of the nesting process. When you get into the more personal questions (What Nests meant to them then, now, and later) they told you that besides themselves, you are the only person to ever be in the nest. 

•Call them ridiculous pet names

-Paul and you thought it would be funny to make up horrendous nickname for everyone

-David became Fee Fee the Ferocious, Sugar pie, Bimbo doll, Fossil fuel, and Wet sock

-Dwanye became Pookie bear, Cowboy, Sky Scraper, Princess, and Cum stain

-Paul became Big ol’ dog, Smoochie poo, Boo Boo Bear, Dolly, and penis fly trap

-Marko became stinky little guy, Lollipop, Sexy Thang, 2% Milk, and Armrest

Thanks for reading!

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I've suddenly found I have more time on my hands... And I remembered that I enjoy writing.....so....um....yeah....

[thelostgirl1987]

The Lost Boys x injured reader

Summary: You get injured in a fight and the boys take care of you (although David isn’t exactly best pleased)

Pairing: female reader x The Lost Boys

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, mentions of blood

‘Careful, I’m bleeding!’ you warned them, keeping your distance as you walked away from the commotion on the beach.

‘Yeah, no shit,’ said Paul with one of his usual laughs.

Dwayne wrapped an arm around your waist from behind you and pressed a kiss on the top of your head. ‘It’s okay, baby. We’ve just fed.’

You still felt him inhale your scent.

David, who had just lit himself a cigarette, walked up to you and caressed your cheek. There was no trace of gentleness in that touch. It was controlled but rough and possessive at the same time. You winced when he let the smoke out onto your face, followed by a long sigh.

‘How do you always manage to get into trouble, dove? What started it, this time?’ 

But before you even had a chance to reply and explain yourself, his tone became harsher.

‘Actually, I don’t care. How many times have I told you to be careful and avoid those people?!’

You showed him your best innocent face and shrugged in Dwayne’s hold.

David shook his head. He took his time smoking and then flicked the cigarette away. ‘Let’s just take you back to the cave and patch you up, for now,’ and extending a hand towards you but talking to Dwayne: ‘Pass her here.’

The dark-haired one complied reluctantly, and once you were far enough for other people to see them fly, David picked you up bridal-style. 

You all flew back in silence, his jaw still locked.

When you got there, he deposited you onto the large four-poster bed and sat in his wheelchair as if it were a throne. 

‘Go get some disinfectant and bandages,’ he ordered. 

You knew they only kept them in the cave for you. It wasn’t the first time they had to use them either.

Marko and Paul were quick to follow their leader’s orders, while Dwayne sat up against the headboard and pulled you back into his arms. When you let your head fall back against his shoulder, he almost purred, the sound vibrating through your chest. 

When the other two came back with everything, Paul caressed your injured leg, his eyes on that trickle of blood.

‘It’s true we’ve just fed,’ he began, lifting your leg, his tone a mixture of cheeky and apologetic, ‘but this would be such a waste.’

And he licked it, all the way up to your knee. 

Marko took your arm, also cut by someone’s switchblade knife. ‘Yeah. You taste way too good,’ he commented, right before you felt his tongue on your skin, too.

They didn’t bite you but you could feel them sucking even after they drank the initial blood.

‘That’s enough,’ David commented in a tone that didn’t leave room for objections. ‘Don’t make her feel even weaker than she already is.’

‘’m not weak!’

David tilted his head to the side and showed you a flat smile. ‘Well, you certainly didn’t look strong during that fight, did you? Otherwise, we wouldn’t have had to come and rescue you after hearing you scream. In fact, what would you have done, if we hadn’t been around?’

You grunted, locking your jaw, even though it pretty much turned into a childish pout.

‘Aww, poor thing,’ Paul commented, tracing your lower lip with a finger. ‘’s okay. We’ll take care of you. You ready?’

You bit your lip, nervous, but nodded anyway. 

Dwayne started caressing your hair with one hand while his other thumb traced soothing patterns on the skin underneath your t-shirt.

As Paul poured some disinfectant onto a cotton ball, Marko held your legs down and Dwayne’s grip around your waist got tighter. 

Paul started to clean your wound. It fucking stung.

You winced.

‘I know, baby. I know,’ Dwayne whispered in your ear in a patronising tone. 

Paul proceeded to bandage your leg while Marko did the same with your arm.

‘Like new,’ he commented, stroking the gauze.

‘She did so well, didn’t she?’ Dwayne commented, kissing your temple.

‘Stop praising her,’ David hissed, standing up. ‘Not after she put herself in danger. Again!’

You pouted at him, this time more dramatically.

‘You know that doesn’t work with me,’ he went on, walking to the bed and sitting next to you and Dwayne. 

You sighed. ‘Are you angry at me?’

He didn’t answer. Instead, he kept looking straight into your eyes, his blue hues as cold as ice.

‘I’m gonna turn you sooner than we agreed on, Y/N. You’re too fragile as a human.’

‘David, I’m not read—’

‘I wasn’t asking for your opinion.’

Nobody dared to speak. 

The silence amplified your thumping heartbeat.

‘We’ll talk about it tomorrow,’ the leader said, leaning back against the headboard but keeping his distance. ‘Just sleep, now.’

You sighed again and curled up against Dwayne’s chest, and he promptly wrapped you into his arms. 

Paul and Marko lay down next to your legs, their hands on your thighs and ankles. 

After sitting with your thoughts for a few minutes, you threw a glance behind your shoulder. David already looked asleep.

You turned back towards Dwayne, whose lids were also lowered.

‘They insulted us,’ you whispered, so low you weren’t even sure you had actually said it out loud.

But Dwayne heard you. ‘What was that, baby?’

You lowered your gaze and played with his necklace to distract yourself from your prickly eyes. ‘The people at the bonfire… They said that what we have is messed up. And that I… I’m a slut for being with the four of you.’

‘Fuckers,’ he locked his jaw and shook his head. ‘Don’t listen to them. We love you.’

‘I love you, too,’ you said, welcoming his kiss.

David’s arm sneaked around your waist from behind, taking you by surprise.

He pressed a kiss against your temple and finally softened his voice, even though it was a big contrast against his words. ‘I’ll kill them tomorrow night. Nobody speaks to our human like that.’

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