The boys are not happy to find the new video store employee being messed with by a group of surfers so they step in. On your next full moon, you decide to repay them in kind.
Poly!LostBoys x GN Werewolf!Reader
Part 1
A/N: although this is written with a gn reader, the insults used against the reader tend to be more afab leaning and any future smut chapters will also be written with afab anatomy, as it is what I am most comfortable with. If that is something that bothers you, this series is probably not for you, sorry!
Surprisingly, not every night on the boardwalk is a violently wild one; most are filled with screaming children high on sugar rushes, frazzled parents trying to wrangle said children, and teenagers (high on more than just sugar) trying to act older than they are. Unfortunately, tonight was not one of those nights.
Customers had been pretty scarce in the last hour, the last being a frazzled looking father running out last minute to get a movie for his daughter’s sleepover. That had been over 30 minutes ago, leaving you boredly sorting through tapes. You knew the second the group of surfers burst through the door that your peaceful night was about to be ruined. Like any rude customer, they ignored your customary greeting to instead giggle amongst themselves like they were 14—not the near 30-year-olds they appeared to be. Sighing, you chose to keep unpacking the cart in front of you rather than expose yourself to their childishness. As the four browsed, you zoned out their noise. Eventually, however, you were brought back to the present when you noticed movement out of the corner of your eye and barely had time to take a step back before the bulky figure of a man cornered you between a shelf and the cart. Immediately feeling (and smelling) the rancid energy pouring from the guy, you attempted to assuage the tension.
“Did you need help finding anything?” your voice came out surprisingly unstartled. “Hard Bodies is over there if you need a good surf recommenda—”.
“I found something right here, babe,” he attempts to sound seductive, “I’m thinking we can make a blue movie of our own.”
You attempt to deflect while keeping your customer service facade by moving to grab the recommendation from a nearby shelf just to be blocked by the guy’s arm.
“Come on, let me show you a good time,” he leans so close you have to press your entire body against the shelf to avoid touching him.
“Please get away from me,” you mumble, struggling to look into his eyes and instead focusing on the streaks of white in his hair. You can feel the sneer you get in response.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Mind speaking—”
“HEY! PUT THOSE BACK!” It was your turn to interrupt, all previous nerves going out the window when you noticed the rest of the group sneaking back to the doors, tapes in hand. You attempt to dodge past the guy–clearly trying to act as a distraction so his friends could steal–only to be aggressively pushed back, your head smacking against the metal of the shelf.
“RUN!”
You struggle to gain your bearings, head pounding. No. No, I can’t let Max down, not after everything he’s done for me. I can’t fail again. You feel a growl begin to form deep in your throat, fingers flexing with the desire to shift. To tear into these thieves. You take a step toward the door, but before you could do something entirely stupid like shifting and killing four people in broad carnival light, you heard the unmistakable sound of purring engines and squealing tires. Thank fuck. That was close. Too close.
Shaking off the pain, you make for the door. Instead, your face meets flesh. A pair of steady hands grasp onto your shoulders, the cool feeling of rings on your bare arms soothing you back to awareness. You didn’t even have to look up to know who those hands belonged to. His name is on the tip of your tongue before you remember you’re technically not supposed to know anything about them. Thankfully, Dwayne speaks first.
“You okay, sweetheart?” His voice is low and gentle, like he’s trying not to spook you. And although he’s unaware that you could easily rip out the throats of the surfers, you realize that you’re grateful that for once you can let someone else be strong for you.
“I…thank you. Yes, I’m okay. Just glad they weren’t able to steal from Max.” Unconsciously you raise your hand to soothe the spot that had slammed into the shelf. His gaze follows your hand intently. He leans in, eyes dark and bordering on angry. Before he gets the chance to question your slight lie, the moment is broken when Paul and Marko’s cackles ring through the store, a struggling surfer scruffed under each arm. Eyes wide, you hastily step away from Dwayne to take a look at the commotion. Hearing him mumble something about the “terror twins”.
“Hey, babe—“
“—look what—“
“—the bats—“
“—dragged in!”
The moniker makes a lot of sense when you watch the two interrupt each other to get your attention, each sporting a grin: Paul’s flirty and Marko’s shit-eating. Your mumbled reply of “I don’t think that’s how the saying goes” is ignored when the bell rings a third time, the prowling click of David’s footfalls seeming to overpower the noise. The struggling and swearing of the surfers cut off as David tuts.
“Now, boys, that wasn’t very polite was it? I think you should say sorry to our friend here,” David mocks, “stealing is wrong you know.”
Dwayne leans in, whispering something into David’s ear that makes his spine stiffen. “Oh, is that right? Stealing AND laying your grimy hands on them? It’s not looking great for you.”
Three of the surfers keep their mouths closed, recognizing that saying something would not be the smartest move right now. It seems, the same one who cornered you earlier is not only the creepiest, but the stupidest of the bunch as he decides to open his mouth.
“Maybe if that stuck-up bitch let me have some, I wouldn't have had to get physical.” A second passes as everyone processes the sheer idiocy from the man’s mouth. You feel an embarrassed and disgusted flush creep over your body at the taunt.
SMACK. The back of David’s hand would have sent the man flying to the ground if not for the white-knuckle grip Marko had on him. You can sense the shift in the room as the energy surrounding David grows from mocking to downright terrifying. I better do something before two of us almost expose ourselves tonight.
“It–It’s fine, David. I don’t want to make a scene after Max trusted me to watch the store alone tonight. I can just take the tapes back and ban them. Please...” You can hear your voice begin to waver towards the end of your plea, an unknown part of you upset at the idea of disagreeing with the group’s leader. Everyone holds their breath as eyes flick between you and David. Whether it’s the way you pathetically hold your arms for comfort, your shaky voice, or the realization that it would be better to wait to catch the surfers alone to not just beat, but eat them–David decides to acquiesce. He nods to Paul and Marko to drop them, everyone watching as they scramble out the door.
Trying not to let the boys see the tears forming in your eyes, you begin returning the stolen tapes. When you’re met with silence instead of the sound of retreating footsteps and the bell, you look up to see four pairs of eyes already watching.
“Thanks for your help…did you need, um,” you cringe at your own awkwardness, “are you looking for a movie?”
“No.”
“Oh. Well Max won’t be back for probably another hour so if you’re waiting for him…” you trail off, confused at the fact they hadn’t fled the uncomfortable atmosphere to go ride the ferris wheel for an hour or whatever it is they do.
The tension breaks when David huffs and pulls out a cigarette, “just go back to working, we’ll keep watch." The boys take it as permission to let loose again. Paul loosely throws an arm around your shoulders, Marko looks for a movie to play on the TVs, and Dwayne grabs the tapes from your hands to help.
That’s how Max finds you when he returns an hour later from his date with Lucy: practically fallen on the floor from laughing so hard at a story from the terror twins, prevented only by Dwayne’s steadying hand on your shoulder. The content smile on David’s face as he watches from his spot on the counter immediately fading away as he notices his sire.
I thought I told you to stay away from here. David smirks. Well, be glad we didn’t. Almost lost some precious cargo. Max’s eyebrows raise. David glances towards you. Let’s just say, we’ll be having seafood for dinner tonight.
David didn’t like the self-satisfied look on his sire’s face between the two of you he received in reply.
—
Since that night, you’d only talked to the boys once or twice in passing, none of you mentioning the surfers’ missing posters that popped up overnight. You tried not to take their lack of attention too personally, but your heart still raced when you’d think about how safe they made you feel that night: Dwayne’s silent support, Marko and Paul distracting you with laughter (and flirtations), and David standing guard above it all, like your alpha–a good alpha would. You pointedly decide to ignore that last thought. Plus, Max informed you cryptically that he and the boys would be busy with “a family reunion”; you think it might have something to do with a cute curly-haired brunette following Star around like a lost wolf pup. Good for her.
You also needed to focus on storing up your strength for the coming transformation. This morning was your last shift before the full moon tomorrow and you were ready for an easy day followed by a large pizza on your couch.
Instead, that’s when you found a despondent Thorn mourning his master.
Now you find yourself curled around the whining hound, unsure of what to do next. Then, a terrible thought struck you–were the boys killed too?
Thorn’s huff against your face broke you out of that thought, realizing he wanted to communicate something with you. While you did not share the easy conversation between two shifted werewolves, if you paid enough attention to the notes in his whines and his body language you can understand Thorn’s emotions. His wet nose against your cheek and the four huffs indicated, Yes, four pack remain. A little relief came at that. But, his concerned and mournful whine seemed to say, but pack hurt. Master gone. This time you let your cry join Thorn’s.
—
The morning after a full moon is like waking up with a killer hangover, except instead of a headache and memories of downing shots and dancing, every muscle in your body is strained from running, the taste of raw meat lingers on the tongue, and you vaguely remember slicing through a man’s throat in one clean swipe. And leaving the body by the cave so the boys can heal. Wait, what?
You distinctly recall telling yourself that the boys had just lost their sire and to leave them be. That a random wolf encroaching on their territory will be taken as a threat, especially when they are vulnerable. Apparently, your wolf did not agree.
hi, very sorry about my last ask!! ^_^ i didn't see the post until like just now 💔💔 ill go ahead and request again if u dont mind!! sorry for not specifying
could u maybe write poly!lost boys with a gender neutral reader for #6?? pls and thank u!!!
First Kiss- Poly!Lost Boys x Reader
Summary: You tell your boyfriends the story of your first kiss
Lost Boys tag list: @vxncevis @staley83 @pricklyshadow @caught-the-feels @horrorgoddess @callisoapy
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“What about you, baby?” Paul asks, getting nice and close to you on the cave couch.
“What about me what?” You ask with a laugh.
“Your first kiss, dummy,” David smirks.
You begin to laugh to yourself, as embarrassed butterflies begin to fill your fluttering stomach.
“Oh, oh no. No one wants to hear that story,” you laugh at the boys, trying not to seem as embarrassed as you are.
Unfortunately, instead of leaving it, this just caused the boys to hoot and holler.
“Oh come on! Now we have to hear, sugar!” Paul teases, cheekily tickling you.
“Oookkkaaayyy!” You cackle as his assault on your mid-section unfortunately works.
Sitting up and catching your breath, you look around at the boys. Huffing, you roll your eyes as you prepare to tell the story.
“I was 15, and we were in this abandoned house at this party.”
“How romantic,” David rolls his eyes and scoffs.
He’s jealous, even though you were pretty much a child. It’s almost cute in a way.
“Shut up,” you chuckle at him, throwing a pillow at his face and continuing, “I thought it was romantic and I was so nervous. I’d heard from my friends how good it was, and saw it in movies. Unfortunately for teenage me, it wasn’t. In fact, it was a gallon of saliva being slopped into my mouth.”
Looking around you see your boys wearing a mix of humour and disgust on their faces.
“I was a confused,” you began to laugh “I thought that was what making out was and I had no idea how anyone liked it.”
Your explosion of sudden laughter, and your terribly embarrassing story, causes your boys to erupt in laughter too.
It took a solid couple of minutes of you all almost falling over laughing before someone spoke.
“Well I guess in a way that’s good for us,” David began with his usual devilish smile.
“And why’s that, baby?” You ask, your laughter fading, but your smile remaining.
“Means we get to show you over and over why making out is so fun,” Dwayne continues his boyfriend’s thoughts.
“Exactly,” David smirks.
Before you can come up with a snarky remark, David’s lips were pressed against yours, and your body shoved into the couch.
“I don’t know, boys,” you breathlessly say, looking around at your boys, “I think I need more proof.”
i saw ur reqs were open..... could u maybe write poly!lost boys with an ftm reader for #3 please?? ^_^ if u dont write for ftm readers, fem or gn reader is fine!!
Confession- Poly!Lost Boys x Trans!Male!Reader
A/N: This is my first time writing a trans!reader fic and I myself am not trans, so if anything in this fic is incorrect or offensive, please let me know. I’ve tried to be as caring with this fic as possible and hope that you readers still enjoy it
Summary: You come out to your boyfriends as trans
Lost Boys tag list: @vxncevis @staley83 @pricklyshadow @caught-the-feels @horrorgoddess @callisoapy
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“You know you guys don’t have to pick me up after work every night. I can meet you at the boardwalk or something,” you shyly smirk at your boys, as they all sit on or stand by their bikes, waiting for you.
“Yeah, but it’s our job,” Dwayne teases.
“Gotta look after our sweet boy,” Marko adds.
Our sweet boy
These names always leave you with a strange mixture of feelings. They make you feel guilty, like you’re deceiving them, but they also make you feel euphoric, like you’re normal. Your boys have made you feel like a man, like the way you feel about your body is right, like you are a man.
Binding your chest, awkwardly practising your deeper voice, trying to avoid stares as you shop in the men’s section, while painful, feels worth it with them.
Before your thoughts can consume you too much, you hear their bikes start to rev and David’s voice.
“Come on, handsome, hop on.”
His devilish smile makes all your worries melt away, at least for a while.
****
Back at the cave, the evening quickly begins to turn heated, as it often does. You and the boys have never gone beyond a bit of touching over the clothes and making out, but tonight they’re making you feel so good.
“Take your top off, sweet boy,” you hear Paul moan into your ear.
Suddenly your blood turns ice cold, and you spring up from the couch. Eyes that were once seductive and loving, now fill with worry and hurt. The room fills with a deafening silence, the anxiety of having to confess your secret filling your every fibre.
“What’s wrong, handsome?” Dwayne’s the first one to break the silence.
Just his words and the look on his face is enough to make tears prickle in your eyes.
“Hey, hey. What’s going on?” David quickly moves from his seat in his wheel chair, suddenly standing in front of you with his hands on your cheeks.
‘It’s not or never’
“I-I’ve been lying to you all,” you force yourself to look them all in the eye as you begin to explain, “I-I’m not a man. W-well I mean I am, but I’m not- I wasn’t born one, but I feel like one an-an.”
Marko’s soft touch on your hips causes you to stop your blubbering.
“We know, handsome,” he whispers sweetly in your ear.
Suddenly all your fear is replaced by pure confusion. Your eyes go wide as you stare at each of them.
“W-wh- how? Why didn’t you say anything?”
Your hearts racing and your heads overflowing with questions and concerns.
“It’s your smell, big boy,” Marko speaks softly into your ear, groaning as he takes a deep whiff of your neck.
All the boys seem to hum in both delight and agreement, but you still have confusion etched into your face.
“While we definitely smell the ‘female’ part of you,” Paul begins to explain, “you also have this male scent to you too. It’s like what you said, you smell like you were born and physically are a woman, but it’s almost like your soul, your being, is male.”
Paul’s surprisingly sweet words cause you to begin to cry again.
“Wow, babe, that was poetic,” Marko compliments his boyfriend.
“Yeah. Like when you’re horny we can smell you’re wet, but also like a hard dick.”
This earns Paul a slap to the back of the head from Dwayne, but it manages to make you laugh. You’re not offended, because you know it’s just your Paul.
“What Paul’s trying to say, and what we all want you to know, is that we love you and that you are our sweet boy. Whatever help you need or however slow we need to go, is fine by us. You’re in charge, handsome,” David, as per usual, swoops in to save the day.
Suddenly tears are filling your eyes again, and before you know it, your boys have you snug in their arms. Limbs are tangled together, and words of praise fill the cave walls.
can i request #2 with poly! lost boys x fem reader? i feel like all of them taking care of you would be amazinggggggg
Bath- Poly!Lost Boys x Reader
A/N: This was way better but then I accidentally cancelled out of tumblr and it got lost 😭😭. Send prayers to me
Summary: The boys set up a bath for you to relax in in the cave
Lost Boys taglist: @vxncevis @staley83 @pricklyshadow @fanofgunsnroses
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“Paul, you’re not a firefighter. Just spray the hose into the bath,” David grumbles at Paul, trying hard to focus on the task at hand.
“It’s okay, baby, I think you look sexy,” Marko encourages his boyfriend, followed by a grab of his ass and a nip to his neck.
“Come on, boys. We all know Paul’s a hot piece of ass, but we’ve gotta get this ready for our girl,” Dwayne smirks at his boyfriends, arms full of firewood as he descends down the steps of the cave.
“Shit. If we’re talking about firemen, I think Dwayne’s got us all beat.”
A rare smirk is plastered on David’s face, as all three men take in the site of their muscular partner.
“Shit I know we’ve gotta get this ready for sweet girl, but damn, baby.”
All of them are beginning to become tempted, but at the mention of you, their thoughts are dragged out of the gutter.
“Okay, boys, you know the plan. We’ve got an hour to get this finished. I’ll pick her up, then you boys can get all the roses and nice smelling stuff,” David instructs the other three.
At this reminder of the plan, they all begin to get back to work. An hour isn’t that long to get this luxurious evening ready for you.
******
Walking down into the darkness of the cave, you’re surprised by the lack of loud music and explosive voices. Instead all you can hear is a gentle quiet melody. Voices are muffled and quiet, not clear enough to hear what’s being said.
The gentle melodic sound of ‘Angel’ by Jimi Hendrix plays more clearly as you descend the stairs. Candles line every inch of the cave, leaving it in a calming glow. Instead of the usual smell of Chinese food with an undertone of blood, you’re welcomed by scents of vanilla and rose.
In the middle of the room stands Paul, Marko and Dwayne, surrounding a luxurious looking fire heated bath.
“You work so hard, and we can only ever spend time here or at the boardwalk. Our girl deserves something better than that. Tonight’s all about you, and helping you relax,” David sweetly whispers in your ear.
The boys walk over to you slowly, each welcoming you with a gentle kiss. Sweet hands begin to undress you, but despite the act, it wasn’t anything but sexual.
Once fully undressed, Dwayne lifts you into his strong arms, and carry’s you bridal style to the large bath. As you’re placed into the welcoming water, all your muscles seem to relax at once, and you let out a satisfying sigh.
With your eyes closed, you don’t notice the boys pleased looks. All four of them proud that their little plan has worked.
“How you feeling, baby?” Dwayne sweetly whispers against your ear.
“So good,” you lazily reply.
The scents in the air and warm feeling of the water has put you into an almost catatonic state. The water covers you fully, and you can feel all the stress of the day simply melt away.
“Yeah? What about a massage? Wash your hair? Foot rub?” Marko all but bounces, excited for you to enjoy your surprise even more.
“That sounds amazing.”
“Good! Because we bought the fancy stuff,” Paul excitingly announces.
“Bought? Or stole?” Your voice sounds scolding, but they all know you’re not.
“It’s the company’s that steal from you, babe. Prices far too high for the borderline slave labor of those making it, and the mere pennies the workers selling it get compared to the billionaires making all the profit,” Dwayne defends his and boys actions.
You know he’s right, and honestly you’re too far gone to care.
“Always the optimist, aren’t you, baby?”
Not bothering to wait for another sassy reply, you let your whole body sink into the warm water below. Your head sinking below as the world around you becomes nothing but a dull and calm haze.
