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you should do another poly!lost boys x reader (female preferred, but gn is fine too) but its dwayne focused and they’re trying to get you to take your final step into becoming a vampire…… a lot of room for nsfw stuff if thats your vibe (its lowkey mine, so whatever you like is great) !!!!! thank youuuuuuuu 😗😗

𝓇ℯ𝓁ℯ𝒶𝓈ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒽ℴ𝓁𝒹 ℴ𝓃 𝓂ℯ

𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: you keep putting off the inevitable final step until one of your boys helps you to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: poly!lost boys x f!reader (no use of y/n)

𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 3.2k

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: blood (like a lot of it), angst, sexual content (implied), swearing, mental manipulation, dissociating, intrusive thoughts, normal manipulation (if you squint), y'all know what's up so please take care of yourselves and skip if you need to

Not tonight.

The phrase practically burned on your tongue now with how often you'd been saying it. Almost every night for what felt like ten fuckin' years, even if it'd only been a few months.

It hadn't been easy since the boys were making themselves more difficult to resist than usual. In casual and not-at-all planned ways, of course.

They'd return to the cave after a hunt, covered in blood and smelling so heavenly that your mouth would water, and then not come near you for the entire night.

It was almost as excruciating as the pain you were putting yourself through, that was nothing to sneeze at either.

You'd known hunger before. Maybe not quite starvation, but you certainly knew what it was to feel a pang after a few days of not eating. (One of the things they'd promised to remedy by turning you)

This hunger was all-consuming.

It'd started slowly. A gnawing, festering beast at the pit of your stomach that did not want to be ignored.

Annoying? Sure, but it'd been easy to keep it chained up for those first few weeks.

You hadn't even really noticed when it'd gotten out of hand until it forced you to pay attention.

Something as inconsequential as a child skinning his knee on the boardwalk almost made you lose your mind.

Your boys had restrained you before you could do anything. Thankfully, by that point they were all still faster and had the better reflexes, but the unspoken sentiment shared among you all was clear. You needed to feed.

And, you couldn't name why you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

And then, three months had passed by. Now, as soon as you woke when the sun went down, your stomach burned with pain. What remained of your heartbeat pulsed behind your eyes in the worst headache you'd ever had. Your limbs all trembled as your body shivered, yearning to fill itself with the warmth that it could no longer produce itself.

Now, you knew why they never talked about the change. They hadn't anticipated you going through this. They thought you'd just cave.

Well, they didn't think of it as caving. You did.

They took you out to the boardwalk on what you thought was the worst possible night to do so, but that'd been done on purpose. That much was obvious.

Marko went ahead with you and Paul in tow while Dwayne and David brought up the rear, silent like security guards.

You walked with Paul's arm draped around your middle, leaning onto him as your feet dragged behind with invisible weights.

Your vision swam, neon lights blurring across your teary eyes like you were looking at the Milky Way.

"You okay, baby?"

Paul's words made it to your ears, but they echoed like you were still in the cave.

"I'm dying." You swallowed, jaw clenching so it wouldn't shake as the muttered words left your mouth.

The formless blob that was David's hand entered your line of sight, turning your chin toward someone nearby.

For someone so patient, he was growing tired of your dawdling.

The icy cold vice grip of his mind suddenly took hold of your brain, forcing your misty eyes to clear for a moment as your pupils focused on something.

It was only a man. The same height as Dwayne, if you had to guess. Paunchy, maybe a little shifty looking, but altogether average.

He was talking to a girl, who was probably thirty years his junior, leaning in close while she shied away.

Leering, creepy old man. You'd seen the type before. Been in that exact situation yourself.

You hated him. And God help you, it only made his blood smell more delicious.

"He's a blight on the world. No one would ever remember that he's gone." David's whispered words sound so certain that you're almost inclined to believe him.

You felt the pull on your chest, but you managed to keep your feet planted. "No."

"C'mon," Paul said, putting his hand on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "We've all done it. We all had to."

"I can't."

"Babe, the guy's an asshole." Marko offered, his tone trying to bring levity. "You'd be doing that girl a favor."

"I won't."

"You have to." David insisted.

"No. No, I-" You pulled away, three hands falling back to their sides as they all looked at you.

David didn't move an inch, but the glowering stare he gave you made it feel like he was almost standing in your skin, close as could be. "You're hungry. You're in pain. We're in pain having to watch it."

"No!" You shouted, starting to draw attention from the passersby as tears slipped down your cheeks. "No! I won't!"

You backed into Dwayne's chest and nearly flailed to get away, but he moved to stand with the other boys before he could startle you.

His hand went up, trying to settle you like a feral cat. "Calm down."

"We can help you." Paul said as he took a step closer. Marko wasn't far behind, extending his palm towards you and saying, "You don't have to do it alone."

"No, no! Get away from me!" You shrunk back, burying your face in your arms as you hugged yourself.

The boys stepped back, keenly aware of how awful this encounter was looking to whomever decided to stop and watch.

"Baby, just take a second-"

You turned tail and started running before Paul could finish his sentence.

The people in the crowd who didn't part for you were shoulder-checked and the wooden planks under your feet groaned from the force you exerted.

After crushing a boombox under your feet and probably trampling a few people as you descended onto the beach from the boardwalk, you darted off into the misty night.

___

You pumped your arms and forced your legs to run until they burned. You didn't go far, by any vampire standards. Just to the furthest end of the beach, where the boardwalk was a distant glimmer of light.

They could've pursued you. The part of you that wanted to give in almost hoped that they would. But, they didn't, and you were alone.

Your limbs tingled, the rush of adrenaline coming down as you collapsed onto the sand.

It was cold. All the heat it'd accrued from the sun during the daytime had been sapped away, and working the grit through your fingers did nothing to warm it.

The water was cold. The air was cold. The boys were cold. Everything was cold.

You just wanted to feel normal again.

You didn't know how long you were there alone. It felt like days, but it could've been minutes. Maybe even hours.

Even if his approach was silent, you didn't need a warning sound anymore. You could feel his presence, palpable as if his mind had a corporeal form.

"Please, don't ask." You pleaded, glancing at Dwayne over your shoulder. "I can't stop thinking about it. I don't wanna talk about it either."

He just blinked, no nod or change in expression, but your words still felt acknowledged.

"What are you doing?" He asked, moving to crouch down behind you.

You looked down at your hands, suddenly aware of your actions while you'd been off in space.

"Digging." You answered. The hole was barely a foot deep, despite how long you'd been having at it, because you'd been shoveling with your hands. Sand was packed under your fingernails. "What are you doing?"

He shrugged, moving to sit next to the newly formed crater in the sand. "Watching. Why are you digging?"

"… I don't know. To go to China, maybe." A strong breeze coming off the sea sent your tall pile of sand plummeting back into the hole. "Or not."

You flipped over and sat in the shallow remains of your tunnel, languidly stretching out and setting your head down on the sand. "Why are you watching?"

"Because I care about you."

You looked over, and your heart would've skipped a beat (if you still had a heartbeat) from the profound sadness in his eyes.

"It's not out of spite." You said, shaking your head to keep your emotions level.

"Then, what is it?" He probed further. "We'd never make you do anything, but we deserve to know."

"Fuck!" You exclaimed loudly, clearly startling him since you saw a subtle flinch. "You know you guys don't make this easy, right? I just-"

You glanced over at his face and saw the intense focus, a willingness to listen that you hadn't bothered to see before.

"It's my life, right? My life. It was one of, like, five possessions I had before I met you. And, I scraped, and fought, and bled to keep it." Your fingers found rest on your wrist, feeling for a pulse. The subconcious habit had been present since you were a teenager. "And, it's not that I don't love you or don't want to be with you. I do. I want that more than anything."

You stood, needing some outlet to get energy out of your restless body. "It's just not that easy, y'know? It's the only life I've got. It's everything, it always has been, and I'm just supposed to let it go like it's a phase I just went through."

You gestured out to the sea, arms waving about as you made your point, "I'll never learn to fly a plane. I'll never have children. I'll never be fifty, having a mid-life crisis. I-I'll never go to fuckin' Disneyland."

"Do you want to go to Disneyland?"

"… no, but that's not the point." You pinched the top of your nose between your brows. "I- fuck, I don't even know. I'm scared! Okay? I'm fuckin' scared."

You turned towards and stared down into the recesses of his dark eyes. His posture had only relaxed as he reclined on the sand.

"I'm scared that I'll regret it. Maybe you'll regret it. Like, I'm suddenly not interesting anymore and you realize 'Aw, crap, now we've gotta spend eternity with this tightwad' and there's nothing you can do about it." You took a breath, bottom lip quivering. "What if you get bored of me?"

A beat of silence passed.

"You done?"

"Yeah, I think so."

He patted the spot next to him and you drop down, plopping your head onto his shoulder as you both stared out at the ocean.

It's comfortable and familiar. It sent a small spark of joy down your spine. It was like old times.

"I could never get bored of you."

"You say that," you say, shaking your head. "But how can you know it?"

"You like Through the Looking Glass, right? Isn't it your new favorite album?"

His pivot almost gave you whiplash, but you nodded, "Yeah."

"And, you like 'Hall of Mirrors' on it, 'Sea Breezes', and 'The Passenger', yeah?"

"You know I do, what's your point?"

He turned to look at you, and your head rose up to meet his gaze.

"You worried that you'll play the songs enough that you won't like them anymore?"

The deadpan pout appeared on your face simply due to the fact that you somehow hadn't seen that grand conclusion coming. That, and because you would never willingly admit to someone else being right. At least, not at first.

He leaned in to kiss your hairline, then your two closed eyes, before leaning his forehead against yours. "I will never stop loving you. None of us will."

You could only nod, overwhelming sadness tugging at your heartstrings. "Okay."

He pulled you closer, resting his face on your shoulder. "You don't have to suffer alone or keep the difficult things to yourself. We can handle it."

"Okay." You nodded again, interlocking your fingers with his as you breathed together.

"Dwayne?"

"Yes, gorgeous?"

"I'm so hungry."

"Okay… What do you wanna do about it?"

___

What you had anticipated to be the most difficult experience of your life ended up being as easy as singing the ABC's.

Dwayne had lured the guy off the boardwalk with the promise of smokes and booze. Obviously, that wasn't what was waiting for him in the woods.

It was you, vamped out and pouncing as soon as he came into your view.

Desperation and rage fueled you, making every rip, tear, and bite at his flesh more brutal. You found yourself consumed by the feral beast you'd nurtured with your hesitance.

Rather than being grateful at the opportunity, it raged at having to wait so long to be fed.

You swallowed mouthful after mouthful so quickly that you were worried you'd choke, but there was no restraint left to stop yourself.

No meal you'd ever eaten as a human was as satisfying as the blood drained from the pervert's corpse.

Heat flooded through you, filling every inch of your body with pulsing life. You felt intoxicated, high from the thrill, and so hot you thought you might burst into flames.

When you finally came back to yourself, you looked down at your clothing, clinging to your skin from being soaked through so thoroughly.

"Is that it?" You whispered, looking down at the mangled thing at your feet. You could hardly call it a man anymore. "Is it over?"

You turned your face back up and saw Dwayne, looking slightly stunned from watching the display. "Yeah, honey, that's it."

"Damn…" you muttered. "So, that's what twelve pints of blood looks like."

And, for some reason, you started howling with delirious laughter. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, and your sides ached with the effort.

A warm sensation on your skin brought you back to earth, and your cackling was replaced with breathless panting.

When you finally collected yourself, Dwayne was standing next to you, hand tenderly placed on the small of your back.

You turned, taking in his expression. His eyes were dark, heavy with awe and relief.

"I got a little, uh…"

You glanced down and began to realize how incredibly apparent the carnage was. Blood had soaked through to your torso, staining it red. Your fingers stuck on to where you'd rested them on your tights. You would lick your lips only to find them still coated.

"…carried away."

He reassured you with the greatest three words you'd ever heard, coupled with pure, unadulterated love in his eyes, "You were perfect."

You snorted, smiling as you tried to wipe the blood around your eyes, "I look like I just went ten rounds with a swarm of, like, a hundred mosquitoes."

His short laugh sounded to you like a raucous chuckle, and you giggled with pride for being the cause.

His arms wound around you, lifting you off the ground and into his arms. You were startled by the warmth since you'd gotten used to a pleasant shiver caused by his touch.

You knew, then, that you'd never feel cold like you had ever again.

"Thank you," he spoke into your hair as he held so you tightly you almost wheezed.

When he set you down, he let his arms linger, hands trailing down to rest on your hips, testing the new feeling of your skin against his.

Tonight, you realized, wasn't a night for hesitance anymore. You'd given in to one kind of hunger. What would it matter if you gave in to the other kind?

You practically peeled your t-shirt off your body, staring at what used to be lilac-colored fabric. It was the same red of the man's aorta, torn from his body and strewn on the forest floor.

You dragged your thumb against your still wet cheek and flicked your tongue out to wet your lips before smearing blood over them, watching his pupils dilate and feeling his grip on you tighten.

You kissed him with a different kind of passion and energy. New life coursed through your veins alongside David's blood, filling you with indescribable sensations. Power, lust, love, strength, purpose. It was everything all at once.

When his hands moved upward onto your waist, the sudden contact on your bare skin sent a jolt through you. The feeling was different, different even than it had been when he'd held your hand earlier in the night. It wasn't unpleasant exactly.

It was more like dipping your toes into a scalding hot bath. Sure, it stung for a moment, but your muscles released all your pent-up tension as they relaxed.

You melted into his embrace, gasping as you felt his tongue lapping up the blood dripping from your jaw. You craned your head to the side, resting your chin on his shoulder to give him better access.

Your hands reached upward, curving around the nape of his neck as your fingers wound in his hair. With a quick tug, your lips were placed against his again, and you hummed as he savored the sweet copper taste in your mouth.

When you finally pulled back, his face matched yours, colored with red.

"Touch me," you asked quietly, pushing at his jacket as if you were going to pull it from his shoulders. It squeaked as your fingernails dug into the leather. "Please."

He did not hesitate to oblige you.

___

You both opted to take a stroll back to the cave after he did you the very gentleman-ly favor of disposing of the crime scene in the woods. (He'd insisted that your apologies for being messy were entirely unnecessary.)

The walk was slow since you savored the final moments of being in each other's exclusive company by letting him clean up the remaining blood on your skin whenever he found a new spot.

It also didn't help that your limbs all felt heavy and relaxed like Jell-O due to your overeating.

If the boys held any of your actions against you, they didn't show it when you returned with Dwayne.

Rather, their heads all snapped to attention when they caught the scent of you, and they knew in an instant what you'd done.

Paul and Marko whooped and hollered in delight at the sight of you topless and drenched. You ought to have charged them for the show.

"Yeah, hot stuff!" Paul shot over like a bat out of Hell, grabbing your hand and twirling you around. "That's how you do it!"

Marko applauded from his spot on the couch, whistling as he said, "Nice goin', pretty girl. We can add you to the bracket, finally."

"Well," You pulled your hair down from the elastic holding half of it up. "If you guys had told me it'd be like that, maybe I woulda done it sooner."

"Dibs on taking her out next!" Paul called out, squeezing you tight in a hug that sent the air out of your lungs in a huff.

Your laugh at their antics finally felt unburdened, the sound earned and free as it escaped your lips.

The noise in the room dulled in your ears when you approached David. His cold frustration had been replaced with satisfaction.

Solemn and contrite after your outburst on the boardwalk, you stopped before him.

Without a word, he let a grin creep onto his face as he reached out, hand slipping around your waist to guide you down onto his knee.

"You're not mad?" You asked meekly.

He shook his head, pressing a kiss to your hairline as his arms wrapped around you. "Not tonight."

a/n: (tldr: i know i'm crazy. hope you enjoyed! please send more requests cause i need to keep writing stuff! i'll write pretty much anything that's not in depth nsfw, so... )

i opened the terrarium. the worms wanted 3k words. 😛

i know you didn't expect to see me back here, right? ☺️ sorry, i'm not fooling anyone. so, i saw this prompt and literally sprinted, nay flew to complete it. so, thank you anonymous user for the very compelling idea. loved writing it, so i hope you love reading it.

that being said, i am all out of requests to fulfill, so please send them! i'm open to any suggestions, and i'd love to hear from my audience of about... eleven people what you'd like to see. ask and ye shall receive, as always!

thanks to @saradika-graphics for the divider!

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