⋆˙⟡♡ PAIRING ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Poly!Lost boys x fem reader imagine ۶𖹭ৎ
⋆ ˚｡⋆ SYNOPSIS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ infatuation crush at first sight. Aka, the boys shoot their shot after sensing you’re their soulmate and you match their energy and fluster them in return.
⋆˙⟡♡ AUTHORS NOTE ˚୨୧⋆ this has been in my drafts for the LONGEST time and I've been so eager to get it done 😭
✧ ⁺ 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 ⋆｡˚ ⋆ reader is depicted to have longish hair (long enough to get caught on Markos jacket lol), smoking,
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The boardwalk is alive in the peak of summer- sunburnt tourists and fairgoers flock in numbers. Bustling arcades and cosy late night diners glow warmly in the dark. Alive like hot embers in a cold dark furnace.
Marko notices you first. Picking up on a scent so alluring it renders him frozen, and he pauses long enough for Paul to notice and pat him on the shoulders to tug him close.
"what's going on Marko?". Paul leers, curious and hungry-eyed, thinking his brother has picked up on the scent of a tasty morsel to hunt down.
David stops and looks at him. Inquisitive, whilst Dwayne swallows in suspension. Sensing something deeper is happening.
"you've found something new". He murmurs softly, and Marko nods. Almost in a trance, jaw tightening.
"Can you feel it?". He hisses in a whisper, peering through the crowd from where he stands in the traffic of boardwalkers. Like he can sense their presence.
"can you feel them?". He turns to David, a smile quivering on his face.
David looks around slowly, exhaling smoke and snuffing out his cigarette with the heel of his boot.
Now that he mentions it- something does feel odd. He thought it was hunger, but it was much more than that. Something pent up and animalistic and unnaturally strong. Like parts of himself were pulling away from his body to search for something.
He had thought it was for blood.
But no, it was for someone. Something better than food. Something soft and indulgent. Something that’ll complete the missing part of himself he was never aware of lacking.
"I can feel it too". Dwayne murmurs, eyes dark and gaze heavy. His hand squeezes David's shoulder, and they both urge forth into the crowd, ushering Marko to the front to lead them to the source of the scent like a bloodhound.
"Bet I'm gonna find em first". Paul laughs, light and airy and excited.
Marko, with clenched teeth and a tightened jaw, nods. Not really hearing him.
David calls the shots, catching the faint scent of something alluring that Marko is following.
"Split up boys. We're not gonna scare her off now".
Marko's attempt is eloquently clumsy- a happy accident on his behalf. your hair gets caught on a pin from his jacket, and he helps you carefully untangle it. Nimble calloused fingers fiddling with the strand of hair, trying not to break any hair as he uses the opportunity to shoot flirty comments. His gaze was understandably intense and heavy, once he realised the scent was radiating off you.
‘I caught you, huh? Ain’t I lucky?”.
He comments, voice syrupy and breathless. Trying not to let his fingers tremble. You're so close.
You giggle softly, looking more interested in the decor on his jacket.
“I’d say I’m the lucky one to get caught on such a cool jacket. It’s beautiful, where did you get it?”.
His eyes flicker between your face and your fingers brushing over a patch on his arm. His voice now fallen softer in appreciation.
“I made it”.
“Really?”.
He blinks at you before smiling a lopsided grin, gaze flickering down to his feet before looking back at you again. Trying to muster up his lost courage that he feels like he's grasping fingers at.
"Yeah. Santa Carla is a real good place if you like stuff like this, alongside other things". He chuckles.
You blink at him, doe eyed and inquisitive. He feels like melting right then and there.
“Like what?”
Golden locks of hair tumble over his shoulder as he leans closer, finally plucking the last few tangled strands of your hair off his jacket. He speaks softly, as if sharing breath. His smile creeping large and alluring.
“Fun”.
You raise a brow at him, and smile. Effortless. Sweet. Dismissive in a way that makes his knees weak and dead heart flutter.
"Better save some for me then".
He blinks at you. Slow and dazed and heavy. For once, he couldn't muster a response.
"see you around?". You inquire, pushing some hair away from your shoulder.
"Marko". He almost stutters, swallowing. Voice low and dazed. His gaze flickers to your neck.
"I'll see you around Marko".
David approaches with steadfast effortlessness and confidence. He doesn't need to chase. Not that he doesn't enjoy it- but it's not often needed.
But when he sees you walk past him, something in him flickers to life. The urge to chase. To cling. To beg for company.
It rattles him, but he doesn't let it show.
Instead he asks you for a light, watching you turn and face him, akin to a startled doe. You look at him puzzled- a little cautious. Keeping distance.
Again, that rattles him. Makes his blood fizzle and sour.
"Do you have a light?".
His voice is soft and approachable, in contrast to his dark appearance. You seem to ease at that, and his shoulders relax.
letting you flicker the flame of your porcelain lighter, he holds eye contact as he leans in to light the cigarette between his lips. Tilting his head a little to the side tantalisingly slow, wanting to garner a cute flustered reaction from you.
His focus fleets from the flame he's cupping in his leather gloved palm towards you- the blown out pupils of his eyes flicking to your own. The weight of them pinning you in place, a heavy suspense lingering in the air. Something dark and dangerous, yet tantalising and syrupy.
He breathes out a plume of smoke, wisp curling from his lips.
“Thank you”.
The conversation ends at that, but you leave feeling like you're taking a piece of him with you, and that you left a piece of yourself with him. You can't explain it, but you keep looking back as you walk away.
Not from fear of being followed.
But from the fear of not being followed.
What's going on tonight?
One moment he was prowling with alluring confidence, and the next he was scrambling over to your form sat idle by the sand bank. Looking out onto the horizon of night sky and ocean, the waves crashing in the distance, seafoam fizzling away in the dark.
Paul approaches with swaggering confidence, two chips of sapphires glimmering in the campfires that are set solely on you. Excitement bubbling in anticipation beneath his skin, eager to accept the challenge to find out how you tick.
“Hello?”
Your voice strikes him. Soft and inquisitive, almost startled, but remaining polite.
Something more aching than a soul soothes at the sound, and he almost struggles to recover from it. Finding his voice again after a moment of silence that seemed to fill the night air, deafening out everything else around him despite his supernatural intuition and senses.
You just silenced his world in a way he didn't know he yearned for.
“You smoke, babe?” He lilts, a freshly rolled cigarette held between his fingers towards you.
“Sometimes”. You hum, deciding to amuse him. Kicking softly at the sand as you dangle your legs over the side. You accept the rolled cigarette that he's offering and inspect it, turning it around. You peer at him, apprehensive yet soft.
He watches you place it between your lips, his gaze lingering at how your lipstick leaves an imprint around the end.
He cups his hand around the flickering flame of his lighter, lighting the cigarette that’s dangled between your lips. Unsure if he should focus on your lips, or your eyes peering at him sweetly.
An excited glimmer appears in your eyes, and his expression brightens in giddiness. Did he do it? Were you going to fall in his arms now?
"crap! My favourite song's on, I'm gonna miss it! Here- thank you, I'll see you around yeah?".
Placing the lipstick smeared joint between his lips as a parting gift, you scramble up from your spot and disappear into the crowd like seafoam on the shore. Paul barely has time to blink before you eagerly get swallowed up in the bustling groups of boardwalkers.
He stills, the warmth of your lips still on the cigarette.
He silently admires the cigarette in his palm, turning it over to inspect the detailed crease lines of your lip-print staining the paper. He squeezes it in palm eventually and tucks it into his pocket for safekeeping. He's not finishing this one.
Dwayne finds you amidst the tightly knit crowd of an outside concert, the swaying bodies of people bathed in neon light and bonfire.
It was dark and hypnotic, but he could feel your presence somewhere.
He crept in closer, slowly coaxing himself past brushing shoulders and raised bottles. Eager to find you. You on the other hand had found yourself swept into the bustling crowd, swallowed up the moment you squeezed in from the outskirts.
Slowly weaving in and out of people, an icy chill prickles at your neck. The feeling of being stared at.
Thinking you've made yourself a nuisance and have just stepped in front of someone's view, you turn to apologise before being met with two dark eyes staring at you a few rows back. It takes your breath away little, unexpected and striking in a way you couldn't explain nor ignore.
They were heavy and intense, and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You don't turn away, nor break the eye contact. Instead you smile at him. Admittedly a little shy, but you don't fluster away in a fright. The corners of your lips upturn in a friendly smile, eyes crinkling with pretty smile lines before you turn back towards the stage. Swaying to the rhythm of the music. Aloof and unaware of his gaze softening, and his interest deepening.
Afterwards...
"I think it's pretty obvious I won". Paul leers playfully, presenting the lipstick stained cigarette.
"I got a little souvenir".
He cackles a wicked laugh as Marko immediately snatches at his sleeve to get a better look, whilst David simply chuckles with a half smile watching them bicker. Dwayne watches them, still lost in thought.
Marko is bickering about sharing when David speaks aloud. "He's right Paul. We share, don't we boys?".
"Yeah that's right loverboy, you heard him". Marko snickers. Reaching to pinch at Paul's nape with his palm to pull him down. Attempting to blow air against his ear.
"Who are we calling loverboy, Marko?".
“You, Romeo”.
"actually Paul, it's Marko. She asked for it actually. Said it too".
Paul, ever the dramatic, groans.
"What? Fuck, man".
"She's human". Dwayne suddenly speaks aloud, his gaze set upon the ground. Thumbs tucked into the hem of his jeans, troubled.
Silence settles amongst the group, a silence that they cannot find peace in. Something in the air grows antsy and restless, and it turns dark and sour.
“In due time”. David reminds the group, taking a drag from his cigarette.
And in collective silent acknowledgment, they agree with their pack leader. Following and trailing in his footsteps and shadow.
A/n: This one started out as a Paul fic. I wrote it with him in mind. But then I realized that it's generalized enough that you could imagine any of the other boys in there too, hence the Lost boy x Reader pairing. Based on this idea that I posted a while back.
Word count: 1k
Summary: You like to keep your windows open on balmy summer nights. Soon you discover that someone keeps visiting you while you sleep.
There were few things that you loved more than the serenity of summer nights. They always held a strange kind of magical feeling. Even as a child, you couldn’t help but be enchanted by them. The freedom from school, the long daylight that painted the sky stunning shades of pink and orange as it slowly turned into night, the balmy breeze that snuck in through your open window, gently swaying your curtains and bringing with it the distant cheer of the Boardwalk, the salty smell of the ocean and the scent of something that was undeniably and incomprehensibly summer.
When you were younger, you used to daydream about getting a visit from some otherworldly being during these twilight hours when reality seemed just a tad less tangible. As a child, you imagined a fairy appearing in your open window, winking at you and inviting you to some great adventure into another world. When you reached your teenage years, your daydreams took on a more romantic hue, dreaming about some dashing creature stepping into your room, taking your hand and taking you away from all your problems.
It was a fantasy that kept you company for years, and even now as a young adult, when most of your thoughts consisted of more down to earth issues, you couldn’t help but wonder sometimes. About what might be out there, at the edges of human reality.
Perhaps that’s why you still kept your window open on warm summer nights.
Perhaps that’s why you weren’t alarmed when you found one of your tapes on your bedside table when you were certain you left it on your desk next to your radio.
Of course, you chalked it up to forgetfulness. Because that’s what people do when they encounter something out of the ordinary. But in the back of your mind you heard that tiny voice of ‘what if’.
And it kept happening. It was small stuff at first; a photo frame slightly out of place, some little gadgets and decorations ending up on the other side of the room, a tape or CD going missing and turning up a few days later at a place you could have sworn you’ve checked. It seemed like whoever – or whatever – this was, they had a real interest in your music taste.
You started referring to ‘it’ as a person when it became clear that this wasn’t just a sudden bout of absent-mindedness. And that was after you found a boot print on your rug.
Oddly enough, the discovery didn’t alarm you. You knew that if it was them since that first little sign, if it was the same someone visiting you almost every night, they had plenty of opportunity to hurt you. Yet, they didn’t.
So you kept your window open. And they kept coming back.
You were starting to anticipate them, always looking through your room the next morning with curiosity, searching for a sign that they’ve been there. You tried staying up late more than once in the hopes of catching whoever your midnight visitor was, but they always seemed to know.
Sometimes you would wake in the early hours of the morning to the curious sensation that you were not alone in your room. You would feel the tingle of eyes watching you from the dark. But even though you were a bit unnerved, the chills running down your spine were never because of fear.
Sometimes, when your mind drifted between sleep and consciousness, you felt phantom fingers playing with your hair or caressing your cheek. And you wouldn’t know it, but you leaned into their touch every time.
Then one night, you were jolted awake by a loud crash. You heard snarling and growling coming from somewhere in your room, and when you sat up, heart beating out of your chest, you could just about make out two dark shapes struggling and rolling on the floor by the pale moonlight. You clutched your blanket in fear, your body instinctively getting ready to run if you needed to. After a few terrifying seconds, you watched as one of them broke away from the other and fled through your open window. Your second floor open window.
Sudden movement snapped your attention back to the one still in your room and your breath caught in your throat when you saw yellow eyes glowing in the dark. They were fixed right at you, assessing you. For a long moment you stared at one another, the silence filling with a strange sense of familiarity that your conscious mind couldn’t place. Then you blinked, and you were alone once again, the soft rustle of clothes gone with the wind.
For a few nights after your terrifying encounter, your room remained untouched. There was no sign of your nocturnal visitor, and you couldn’t help the feeling of sadness and disappointment when you woke up in the morning and everything was where it should be. When you awoke in the middle of the night, there were no watchful eyes on you, no fleeting touch of phantom fingers on your skin. You thought they might never come back. You thought they had abandoned you. In moments of deep loneliness, you deluded yourself into thinking you’ve imagined it all. Even though you’ve never properly met them, their presence has become a comforting constant in your life. Now you just felt alone.
Then come one morning, you found a small present on your bedside table, a beaded bracelet you were positive you didn’t own. It came with a note.
He wasn’t one of us. He wanted to hurt you. But he won’t bother you again.
At the end, there was a name. And you just knew it was from him, the one with the yellow eyes.
The next night, you stayed awake, waiting for him. An hour after sundown, there was a sound coming from outside, a voice calling for you. When you leaned out your window, there he was looking up at you, eyes glowing in the dark. Then the shadows shifted, and he was joined by three others.
“Can we come in?” he asked.
Your heart fluttered. As your lips formed around a ‘yes’, you knew you weren’t abandoned. You knew you would never be alone again.
This is literally the first time I’ve ever written something. I am not an author in any way but was possessed by the spirit of 80’s vampires and hairspray to make this
CW: descriptions of death, dying, blood, flesh injuries, flirting, cuddling, poly lost boys, probably ooc, gender neutral reader, not proof read, probably some grammar/spelling mistakes, the ramblings of a crazy person
- You live a pretty average life. You like to read, maybe meet some new people, and even try out different hobbies from time to time
- What makes you a bit more special than the other people around you…
- Is that you’re immortal
- You’ve been around for some time now, and there’s only so much to see sticking to one place forever
- So you turn to live your life on the road the minute people learn how to get four wheels rolling
- Traveling the world, seeing the sights, and seeking thrills
- Your life’s pretty nice you’d say, roaming place to place
- That’s how you find yourself driving your comfortable camper van for one, into the outskirts of the murder capital of the world
- Your trips have been nice to you, the lack of a biological deadline making you a bit reckless in your pursuit for new and exciting things
- So you don’t pay much mind to the sea of missing persons posters across the city as you park
- More curious to see what Santa Carla has to offer then what it’s taken
- One night, after letting yourself settle in after the long drive
- You hit the beach to scope out some tunes and free booze
- You find yourself chilling with some random drunk surfers, too far gone to notice you join the party, and snag a few drinks
- You’re a bit tipsy, enjoying the night, when suddenly shadows descend onto the group and start taking out party goers left and right
- You’re able to make out four figures, boys dressed in striking punk attire with blazing yellow eyes and contorted faces cutting down partygoers one by one
- Not necessarily scared but more shocked and a bit disappointed the party’s over, you try to slink away from the massacre
- Spare drink in hand of course, you’re not leaving empty handed
- You don’t have time to react when suddenly one of them scurries up infornt of you blocking your escape
- The one with crazy blond hair, a mesh black shirt, and white pants pounce and throws you to the ground
- You can only mutter a “oh dang” before you feel teeth in your neck and everything fades to black
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Paul’s POV
- Paul’s pretty buzzed, which granted he’s usually wasted in some way most nights
- It doesn’t help that post hunt jitters always seem to make him spaz out
- Yep, usual Paul
- He’s pretty out of it, so much so that the sweet taste of the blood from the person below him doesn’t quite register
- He finishes the last of the blood with a gasp then haphazardly throws the remains into the bonfire
- His mind being clouded by the unusual essence he thought was just blood
- “Whoa, that’s got a kick to it”
- The rest of the boys, like usual, ignore Paul’s spazzed energy as the blond bounces from person to person
- Paul plants a wet kiss on David’s cheek, the leader growling about washing off before anything dries as he cleans himself
- They watch as Paul takes off running towards the water, a sudden giddiness to his leaps and bounds
- “Man, he must have been really hungry” mutters Marko as he watches Paul dramatically collapse into the waves
- Dwayne grunts in agreement while David just rolls his eyes
- “That *pant* was one of the best meals I’ve had in a long time!”
- Paul saunters up to the group, a wide smile plastered across his face
- Marko grabs Paul’s coat to tug the other blond down into an kiss
- “Mmm, you do taste good” he purrs, getting a hint of the blood left on Paul’s lips
- “I always taste good, it’s a guarantee baby” Paul boasts as the two smirk at each other
- “Save it for the cave” Dwayne says as he grabs the collar of the two before they can get any further
- The vampires make their way back to the boardwalk, hunger fulfilled and sweet tasting blood forgotten
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- A few hours later you wake up covered in ash, sand, and stray drops of blood
- The boy who grabbed you, probably a bit intoxicated from more then the rush of blood, doesn’t quite burn your body properly
- Lucky you!
- Your clothes are sort of burned away but hey there’s something there
- You look up to see the night sky and stars still twinkling above you, helping you estimate your little “nap” has only been about a few hours long
- Dang, vampires
- Luckily the healed burns and loss of blood have only left a small headache behind for you to deal with
- Unlucky you now know there’s vampires in the area, that puts a harsh damp on your plans
- You really wanted to check out all Santa Carla could offer, not get drained like a juice box by some blood suckers
- Vampires are territorial, they’d probably not be so happy with you snooping around their turf
- Grabbing some spare clothes from another bonfire on the beach, you make your way back to the parking lot
- Ok … so what’s the plan then?
- Not having the best self preservation skills, you decide you’ll just lay low but stick around the coast to explore like you originally planned
- … You make it a few nights
- You ride the rides, eat crappy boardwalk food, and visit the plethora of trinket shops along the pier before you kind of get caught
- You’re munching on some greasy fair food, looking over the menu of a random ice cream stand when you sense someone watching you
- You don’t have much time to question who, when two blonds saddle up to either side of you
- A boy with a curly blond mullet and the visage of a Roman statue, leans too close into your personal space with a lazy smile; His soft brown eyes catching yours
- He wears one of the most decorated jackets you’ve seen in a long time, with a white crop top underneath and dirt washed jean chaps
- He introduces himself as Marko, then points to his friend across from him
- You look over and uh oh, recognize the wild blond hair of the boy from the beach
- He’s a bit taller then Marko, now in better lighting you can clearly see how his hair sticks in all sorts of directions
- He wears the same black mesh shirt (leaving not much to imagination), long black coat, and tight white pants weathered away by what looks like years of rolling in the sand
- He winks and makes a show of dragging his eyes along your body
- His blue irises obviously drinking you in as he mumbles out a sultry “Paul” with a kiss to your free hand to introduce himself
- A fragrant mix of the sea breeze and something metallic cling to their clothes, a detail that wouldn’t put you off if you didn’t already know what they were
- They jump right into shamelessly flirting with you, obviously trying to pick up a date (or meal) because you’re alone
- And you’re cute
- The whole time the two corner you, Paul has this mix of flirtatious and confusion on his face
- Like he can’t help but think he recognizes you from somewhere
- But it seems he just can’t quite remember exactly why your face is familiar
- This leads to an awkward mix of Marko passing sly compliments at you with Paul following up with random questions trying to figure you out
- Knowing how dangerous they are, you obviously get the hell out of doge
- Making up some half assed excuse, you quickly slip away into the night before either can get a word in
- Marko’s anger towards a confused Paul fumbling, weirdly helping you make your escape
- You catch a glimpse of the shorter vampire socking his friend in the arm and mumbling something about flirting rather than playing 20 questions
- You’re sort of successful, you’re able to blend into the crowd and loose the two blonds … but not the brunette you bump into while taking a quick shortcut back to the parking lot
- He’s a bit taller then the other two, long dark hair flowing to his shoulders and a stoic expression across his face as his dark eyes pierce into yours
- He wears a worn leather jacket with the image of a jaguar tearing into his right sleeve, ripped black jeans, and noticeably no shirt
- You don’t recognize him as one of the creatures from the beach until it’s too late
- Only realizing as he makes quick work of ripping your throat out for a quick drink
- And then like a total asshole, takes the rest of your food once your body’s stuffed in the trash!
- Dang, he must have been pretty hungry
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Dwayne’s POV
- Dwayne, in every sense of the word, is han-gry
- The group has already gotten into their usual chaos, leaving him to wonder alone if he wants a quick snack
- Jerks, could at least share anything they caught with him
- Least they could do for all the shit he does anyway
- The nights been slow and he’s been looking for a quick meal for what feels like ages
- And it seems like luck is not on his side tonight as it’s proving harder then usual to corner some random drunk or stray…
- But oh?
- Lady luck finally smiles upon him as he cuts through an alleyway and runs right into you
- He takes one look at you, alone and far from the noise of the boardwalk, and then the food your holding
- Yeah, the dinner bell’s ringing for sure
- Dwayne gives you no time to react
- With inhuman speed his teeth are in your neck pulling the flesh from your bone
- Damn, not again
- A sweetness hits Dwayne tongue, something not typically there when they feast
- You struggle in his grip, pushing at his arms and shoulder as he tightens his grip around you
- But to no avail, you feel yourself back out and slip into the darkness again
- Your taste is addictive and before he knows it, there’s nothing left for him to take
- Hunger now satisfied, he quickly cleans up any evidence of his late night snack then dumps your limp body into the nearest bin
- Dwayne finds himself smiling, head a bit fuzzy and almost giddy as he makes his way back to the boardwalk
- Munching on the food you dropped, he shrugs, probably just the effects of a full belly
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- Coughing as you wake, voice a bit horse from stitching your throat back together, you drag yourself out of the dumpster you’d been dropped in
- This time you at least wake with all you’re clothes
- A bit stained but at least not burned away like before
- With death number two in the books, you stumble back to the van to sleep through the approaching day
- Santa Carla’s proving to be a bit rough
- It’s definitely not a good idea to step foot on the boardwalk now, half of the group has technically killed you and probably know what you look like…
- But you haven’t even gotten to see all of the city!
- …
- Fuck it, you’ve dealt with other creatures before, and frankly you’ve lived long enough for time to erode at any self preservation skills you used to have
- This leads you to gonexplore the far end of the pier you failed to see after getting drained by tall dark and handsome
- The shops on this side of the boardwalk are filled with fortune tellers and all sorts of jewelry
- Giving an almost artistic atmosphere to the shopping in this section of Santa Carla
- Most of the night is actually successful, you pick up a few trinkets you like and float from stand to stand, never catching a glimpse of the vampires from the beach
- But fate seems keen on letting you enjoy the night, then walking you right into your demise
- It’s near the end of the night, you’re looking through some old record boxes in some shop, when you sense someone looking at you, again
- This time, you lift your gaze to look around and lock eyes with someone across the store with a familiar mop of hair
- Paul stares back at you, the confusion on his face quickly morphs into recognition and he starts to make his way over
- Shit, you were so close to getting a normal night out!
- Paul weaves through the other shoppers, rudely pushing them aside as he chases after you
- A faint “Hey wait” “you, stop, shit move!” Being heard shouted out through the chatter of other people behind you
- You catch a glimpse of a confused Marko and the brunette from the alley trailing behind him, curious why their friend is suddenly beelining away from them
- Great, so you’re dealing with three instead of just one
- You quickly make it to the front of the store and out into the flood of people, hopeful you’ll be able to give them the slip
- Third times the charm they say
- …
- It turns out what they say is bullshit because you only make it a few feet away when someone suddenly grabs you, halting your escape
- “Well what do we have here?” “Running away little dove?”
- Shit, you forgot there was four of them
- You look up at the last vampire standing before you, icy blue eyes stare back unblinking, sending a shiver up your spine
- He wears all black. A long thick coat hangs over his shoulders with a black undershirt and dark pants
- Bizarre in the Santa Carla heat
- You can feel he’s wearing gloves, the leather cool against your arm and creaking slightly as he tightens his grip
- His hair is a spiked bleach blond, the darker stubble on his jaw giving away his natural color
- A wicked smile spreads across his face as the rest of the pack catches up to group around you
- Dang, tonight’s gonna be long
- The boy in front of you brings his face closer to yours too whisper out a “keep quiet kitten, or else” as the they drag you back to the beach
- You get the sense they’ve talked about your repeating appearances with each other
- Mostly because Paul immediately bombards you with questions
- Things like “how the hell did you come back?” “Are there more of you?” “You have magical duplicating powers?!” “Are you a triplet and we killed the other two siblings?”
- That one breaks the tension a bit and makes you chuckle
- You’re more used to people summing up your existence to witchcraft or some godly force, his conclusions are a nice change
- While the blond rambles on, the others seem to be observing you in their own way
- The tall brunette, Dwayne you learn his name is, reserves himself to quietly staring at you after introductions
- His eyes flickering between your face and throat as if trying to see any proof of him ripping it out
- Marko, as you remember from when the blonds cornered you, looks like you just told him the moons made of cheese and the sea, red wine to pair
- He’s absolutely lost on how you’re here and keeps scoffing both at Paul’s questions and your giggles that follow
- The fourth and from what you can gather, the de facto leader of the group, seems content to just silently bore a hole into the side of your head
- Eventually he raises a hand to cut of Paul’s questioning, and turns your face towards him
- “Now kitten, how about you tell us exactly how you survived our previous encounters”
- His tone is demanding but also demeaning, you’re not getting out of this without having to spill your guts
- Hopefully not literally
- After a quick but insightful explanation of your immortality and the fact that, yes, you can not die and yes, you remember things even after you’ve “reset”, the groups curiosity seems satiated
- For now
- They’re all quick to rope you into a night of fun, claiming they never meet anyone interesting enough to stick around, so you have to hang out
- David, as he introduces himself once you’ve agree to tag along with the group, wraps an arm around your shoulder to steer you back towards the boardwalk
- Something sinister in his eyes as he states that tonight will be one to remember
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The Boys POV
- The group ends up bringing you around to their usual spots
- Curiously watching as you tag along in their chaos in terrorizing the pier
- “I still don’t get it man” Marko whispers into the groups mind
- “They’re indestructible? Like drop them off a building and they’d get up again n’ shit?”
- “No and yes” David replies
- “They’re squishy, I ripped their throat out like any other human” Dwayne chimes in, “but they came back”
- Marko scoffs “so what? We just let them hang around?”
- “Because they don’t kick the bucket like everyone else?”
- David takes a drag of his cigarette and watches as you swat away Paul’s hands
- “There are more things then death that can scare humans” “we don’t need to kill someone to deal with them”
- “God I hate when you use super villain speech, just tell me if you want to chop their head off or somethn”
- Marko winks at the two and turns to join Paul
- “They’re blood is different, Paul and I both tasted it when we bit them” Dwayne turns to David
- “We have no use for special blood. We hunt and eat perfectly fine” David finishes off the rest of the cigarette
- “If they’re cool they can stick around, but they’ve got to pass the test first”
- David turns to Dwayne and smirks
- The brunette rolls his eyes, used to his partner’s dramatics
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- Surprisingly you do have some fun, the boys know their way around the boardwalk and your goal to explore Santa Carla is well met
- Paul drags you into every music store he sees
- You feel him stand a bit closer then necessary brush his hands against your fingers every time he hands you something
- He seems to enjoy questioning the artists you know and then throwing in a flirty comment for good measure
- Marko steals you away after a while to bring you to the more local stops
- Crafty “hole in the wall” spots hidden away with anything for anyone
- He’s less talkative but the minute you show interest in the patches across his coat, you see him warm up a little
- Smiling as you hold up patches against the jacket to see where they’d fit best
- Later Dwayne hands you a basket of fries with a ridiculous amount of melted cheese covering the top
- “For the food I took”
- His apology fries are quickly accepted and appreciated as you chow down on the peace offering
- Dwayne surprisingly questions you about what literature and books you know from your past
- Conversation easily flowing between you two as you both discover a shared interest in dark fables
- Lastly, but not least, the night ends with them inviting you to Hudson’s Bluff to show off “where they hang around” as Paul states
- And of course you go, duh, no self preservation skills remember?
- You end up riding on the back of David’s bike
- The platinum blonde not letting you get a word in before he pushes you towards were he parked
- The ride there is anything but safe. You can barely take in your surroundings at the speed they ride, their laughter and cheers almost as loud as the roar of the bikes
- With a quick and very dangerous bike ride later, the group pulls up to the secluded cliff side
- Their place is actually one of the cooler spots you’ve seen, and you’ve seen a lot so you’re mildly impressed
- They each saunter off to their own corner but you can feel them watching as you explore
- The decorations and old keepsakes they have laid about catch your eye as you wonder the space
- A soft orange light dancing across everything from the fires and candles they have laid out
- Your so caught up in the spectacle of the place that you momentarily forget that this is technically the den of four very dangerous supernatural creatures
- Luckily, ha, you’re quickly reminded of this fact by David appearing in front of you and snapping your neck
- Yep, one moment it’s whimsical dark fantasy 80’s vampire cave, the next, darkness
- Dang, this is getting a bit old
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The Boys POV
- your body hits the ground with thump, a shocked expression frozen on your face
- A beat goes by, they all silently gather around you slumped on the floor
- …
- “So what now?” Paul says as he pokes your side with his boot
- Dwayne smacks his arm as Marko crouches down to get a closer look
- “Yep, dead, nothing nadda”
- David takes his time observing your lifeless form on the floor of the cave
- “Now, we wait”
- “We wait and see if they’re truly what they say they are”
- “If they don’t bounce back in three days then we get a free meal—“
- “And if they do?” Paul interrupts, looking over at David excitedly
- “And if they do—“ David makes a show of looking over your form again
- “Then we have ourselves a new play thing boys”
- They smirk at each other, interest piqued at the idea of something new and exciting
- It’s not everyday you meet someone that can keep up with a vampire, let alone their whole pack
- So with the agreement to let David carry out his test, they leave you to “recover”
- Your body is moved to the couch, a blanket thrown over you as if you’re simply napping rather then sticking your spinal cord back together
- And so they wait, hunger as well as something almost hopeful in their eyes
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- You wake up with a very stiff neck to no surprise
- The ceiling of the cave the first thing that comes into focus and then the blurry face of Marko leaning over you
- “Holy shit your really can’t die” he pokes your face with a look of both amusement and amazement
- “No shit Sherlock” you bat his hand away from your face, groaning as you move after most likely laying motionless for far too long
- Seeing you heal and wake up after David snapped your neck like a brittle tree branch seems to warm Marko up to you more
- He’s easily chatting away now, rambling on about how David gave you three nights to come back but it’s only been two so you’re good
- How generous…
- Speaking of David, you see him and the remaining two other vampires appear to join you both, clearly interested now that you’re awake
- Proving to the boys that you in fact were not lying about your condition seems to dissolve the last of their hesitation towards you
- This includes dissolving any sense of personal space they maintained before, little as it may have been
- Paul lounges across your lap, Marko squeezed himself next to you pushing you further into the cushions, Dwayne plays with the ends of your hair as he leans against the back of the couch
- All while David observes from his own perch of a rusted wheelchair
- Paul jumps right into asking you the wildest ways you’ve “died”, now with Marko chiming in
- Dwayne is silent but once again looking over your form, most likely searching for visual signs of the injury or how it healed
- David wants to know the extent of what you can recover from, a sick glint in his eye as he asks
- You easily answer them with a shrug. This is how you are and always have been, and always will be
- You tell them you plan to stick around Santa Carla until something else comes up and they offer their services to escort you personally around the city
- “For safety or course” David tells you with a smirk
- “Wouldn’t want you getting hurt” Marko adds as the group snickers, you only roll your eyes and agree
- So in the spirit of spontaneity, and a little curiosity, a unique friendship is made
- It turns out when they’re not killing you, they’re actually good company
- They don’t have to worry about hiding who they are, and you get to hang with others who can relate to being around a long time
- You all get to be yourselves together and it’s endless entertainment with them around
- Before you know it, they’ve wormed their way into your life and dragged you into their mischief
- Now not as wasted as he was when he first killed you on the beach, Paul likes to take sips from you every once in a while
- A cuter cuddly side of the vampire shining through every time he wraps his arms around you to shove his face into your neck
- He claims something about your blood tastes better then the “normies on the boardwalk” as he states
- Marko also likes to wrap you up in his arms, but unlike Paul he’s simply biting your neck like a personal stress toy instead of actually drinking
- The two of them are the usual suspects for dragging you along to terrify the locals and abuse your power
- You once traumatized a group of teens who had been harassing some of the girls along the beach, by lighting your arms on fire and chasing them down screaming
- Paul and Marko were doubled over laughing the rest of the night
- The healing time sucked, but you got some couch cuddles as payment so it was worth it
- Dwayne still sticks to being quiet around you, but you quickly discover that it’s just his nature
- He prefers to have you read with him, sat on his lap holding a book as he rests his head on your shoulder
- Letting your voice sooth the headache the terror twins may have given him, or just end the night on a calm note
- For the both of you it’s a nice break from the high energy the rest of the group carries
- David is both more distant and a major asshole the more you hang around him
- He’s constantly teasing you and seeing what he can get away with
- Pushing your buttons until you’re fuming, mind tricks to mess with your food, and even randomly stabbing small object into you with no explanation
- He’s really living up to the manipulate, mansplain, male wife lifestyle
- You figure he’s putting you through some sort of test to make sure you don’t snap and skewer them in the back while they sleep
- You notice that after he sees nothing changes with you after the extreme hazing, his attitude takes a different turn from annoying to annoyingly possessive
- The disposition you see him have for the other boys now seems to include you
- It’s typical to see you with them on late night bike rides, harassing the locals, or just sitting on a sand dune to watch and wait for them to feed
- You’re now glued to their sides, claimed almost as one of them despite the lack of any blood lust or pointy white fangs
- Standing by the bikes after a hunt, with David’s arm snaked around your waist as the group bickers about something stupid
- You realize you’re royally fucked
- Because when did your plan to just pop into Santa Carl and explore turn into sticking around the blood sucking Brady Bunch?
- Well, what the hell
- It’s been forever, literally, since you’ve found people that really get you
- So why not stick around and enjoy what you’ve found?
- They let you park your camper van somewhere near the cliffs off the path in the woods
- Not much use for it as they insist you start sleeping tucked away in some cushioned alcove of the cave
- You spend a lot of time cozied up in there, shooting the shit with them to pass the time after they’ve all tired themselves out for the night
- This is were you really get to know them
- They tell you stories about becoming vampires and you tell them about your travels
- They ask about if you need things like food and sleep, which yes you do, and you ask about if they need to hunt every night, they don’t but they like too sometimes
- They can fly, which later they show you this by Paul scooping you up into his arms to jump off a cliff
- He makes sure to use the occasion as an excuse to openly feel you up, smirking when you catch him and claiming that he’s “just making sure he don’t drop his precious cargo”
- You’ve known about their mental abilities thanks to David fucking with your food countless times to get a rise out of you
- But that doesn’t stop them from giving you a demonstration by tricking a group of tourists into thinking the pier’s ice cream stands top their desserts with spiders instead of sprinkles
- They appreciate that you can go out into the day for them if needed, doing anything they can’t usually get done
- It’s almost domestic
- Minus the occasional blood bath on the beech and murders they commit
- But hey, you don’t judge, your sense of humanity has long faded
- You don’t realize just how special you are to them, as they are to you, until a couple of months of sticking to the group have gone by
- The four are touchy, with you and with each other
- All of them consistently leave a healthy amount of marks along your neck and other more hidden places across your body
- You find yourself soon roped into frequent make out sessions and wandering hands
- That’s why when David pulls you aside to the secluded part of the beach one night, looking to have a little “alone time” with you while the boys are out to hunt
- You happily follow
- He’s got his face shoved into the crook of your neck, teasing your pulse point with the end of his fangs
- His hands hold your hips where you can feel his thumbs brush under the hem of your shirt occasionally
- You have your hands loop over his shoulders, playing with the hair at the base of his neck, chucking as the vampire breaths you in
- “Your so easy angel, just need the promise of a little bite and you’ll fold” David purrs
- “Says the one who dragged me out here the minute we were alone, you practically kick the guys off their bikes once they parked”
- You can feel David smirk agains your neck, smug that he got this time with you alone
- David’s body against yours and the haze of teasing between the two of you makes you sluggish, blood rushing and mind fuzzy
- You don’t realize he’s pulled away until you look to see him staring out over your shoulder at the brush behind you
- A blank expression plastered across his face
- The mood changes instantly, David’s lip twitches and you turn in his grip just in time to see the moonlight reflecting off something metallic in the brush a few yards away
- You’ve encountered hunters before, they’ve changed over time but always seemed to carry the same damp energy around them
- Being immortal has kept you under the metaphorical radar for some time
- The majority of hunters preferring to hunt more dangerous unnatural beings
- But in this moment you realize, they probably don’t care what you are
- Because right now, you’re prey
- You don’t need time to fully register the crossbow raised at you two, or the sound of the trigger being squeezed by the man at the front of the group
- You just act
- Quickly you push David back, not strong enough to move him entirely but enough to nudge him out of harms way
- He stumbles a bit in the sand, now snapped out of the trance he seemed to be in while staring down the attackers
- He turns, and watches helplessly as a large wooden steak hits you right in the chest
- A almost perfect shot, one ment to take down a vampire
- It’s flown into your back, grazed your heart, and is poking right out of your skin like the nastiest piercing
- You’re almost impressed
- You stagger back a little, grabbing onto David’s arm for balance
- You don’t even think of the injury, looking at him with concern across your face
- “David duck! Get cover-shit, something-just move!” you shout as you hear rustling from the brush behind you
- He doesn’t answer you, eyes following the trail of blood starting to soak into your clothes from the wound
- You blink and suddenly, he’s gone
- The sounds of shouting and the crunch of bone and wood ring out into the night
- You heave, holding your hands over were the steak pierces through your flesh to try and give you time
- But the wound can be held closed for only so long
- You feel your breathing stutter, the trickle of blood growing into a steady stream now
- But
- You don’t want to go before you know Davids safe
- Your eyes strain in the darkness, the moonlight not helping that much as you try and catch a glimpse of David or any of the hunters
- Blood has started to drip from your nose and mouth, little puddles forming beneath you in the sand as your vision swims
- Standing has become difficult…
- You can’t tell if the growing silence is from the lack of shouting, or the slow ringing in your ears muffling the noise around you
- After what feels like ages, you see David emerge from the brush
- Well, you see the blurry shape of David as your senses have started to shut down
- “David” you mutter out, your breath labored as you struggle to breath through the pain
- He’s covered in blood, the crimson liquid barely visible on his dark clothing
- You can feel it on your hands as you reach out to grasp his coat, collapsing into him
- His own arms wrapping around you to lower you to the sand
- “T-that hggwas qui-quick” you choke out, trying to lift the mood and dissolve the scowl on his face
- A growl leaves David as he grasps one of your hands, “shut up, focus on healing yourself”
- He barks out his order as if your body can hear his demand for you to get better
- You chuckle or more choke on the blood in your throat and reach out to brush your thumb over his check
- “Gi-ive me a fee-few d-days, ok?” He snarls but you don’t flinch, only smile
- “I’ll b-be-e … back-k…ss…soon…”
- David’s face and the night sky bleeding together as you sink into the cool familiar darkness
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David’s POV
- Your hand slowly drops to your side, the life leaving you cold and limp beneath him
- Death was something David did not fear, it was something non of the boys contemplated
- But the stillness that settled in, the eerie quiet around him … almost put him on edge
- David did not like seeing you motionless in his arms
- He did not like seeing your blood soaking the sand around him
- And he did not like seeing your eyes dull and distant
- Wordlessly he reaches out to his partners, a simple “return” uttered in their minds
- It’s only a few minutes of David holding you alone, softly smoothing out your clothes and brushing your hair aside, before he senses them approach
- The scene in front of the rest of the boys needs no explanation
- It’s clear by the image of David cradling you and the copious amount of blood pooled beneath your body
- Dwayne stares at the steak still lodged in your chest as Paul and Marko stride over to crouch next to you
- “What happened?!” “Why are they dead!?” Marko growls out as Paul shifts your clothes around to see the steak
- He whines at the sight of your blood still oozing out around the object
- “Dwayne, hold them, we need to pull it out first” David ignores the blonds and motions to Dwayne to hold you steady
- David hands you over into Dwayne’s arms, the others watching as the steak is yanked out in a quick motion
- David tosses the steak aside with a hiss
- Your body jolts a little and more blood leaks from the wound
- “David” Paul whines
- “They’ll come back” David says as he stands, face blank
- He beckons Marko to follow, showing him the mangled bodies of the hunters to help clean up
- Dwayne and Paul sit looking over you
- Similar to David, uncomfortable with the image of you motionless
- Once they’ve cleaned up any evidence of the attack, they wordlessly stand on the beach, your body still limp in Dwayne’s arms
- “Hunters” David mutters
- “Took the kill shot for me” he juts out his chin towards you as he reaches for his pack of cigarettes
- Marko growls again and Paul scoffs as he brushes some hair from your face
- “Should take them back, let them rest” Dwayne rumbles out
- David nods and the group moves, heading to tuck you away from the world until you come back to them
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- You groan as you slowly start to wake, your body warm and weighed down by something
- Blinking back the grogginess and looking around, you recognize the piles of blankets and fabrics that make up your small room in the cave
- A beat of silence goes by, then suddenly a very excited Paul is in front of you taking up your space
- He’s straddled you and is buzzing with excitement, practically pressing you back down into the cushions
- “You’re back!” “You took forever! Like, ever ever!” He shouts out
- You don’t have time to process anything he’s saying as he babbles something about missing you and promptly pushes his face into your neck
- You realize the others are also around you too as you adjust your eyes
- Dwayne brushes his hands through your hair as Marko grabs your right hand and brings it up to cup his face
- Both vampires wear expressions that flicker between pure joy and concern
- Dwayne rumbles out a low “Welcome back” as Marko mutters something into the palm of your hand too faint for you to make out
- You eyes find David, he’s stood at the entrance of the space with an unreadable expression
- Body still and staring into your eyes
- It only takes a soft croaked attempt at his name for him to kneel down by your side
- The boys each seek your comfort, touching you and talking to you about missing you while you were “gone”
- It’s apparently been three days since the attack and according to Paul, complete torture in your absence
- You chuckle a bit at his dramatics, telling him that three days shouldn’t mean much to a vampire, but you’re flattered anyways
- Marko frowns at your words “we did miss you dove, it was agony to watch your body lay motionless for so long”
- A blush creeps up your face, only made worse as all four of them press closer
- You laugh nervously, reminding them that technically 3/4ths of the group been behind a death of yours
- The others growl at the remark but Marko simply turns your palm to kiss it
- You’re sentenced to a full night of cuddles and evenly distributed kisses amongst them all as payment for scaring them
- For the next week they do not let you out of the room, turning the pillows and blankets into a sort of pseudo nest
- You’re brought food, books, music, entertainment, cuddles, anything you could want to keep you occupied
- It’s really only the tide pool, which Paul and Marko offer to personally stand guard if you want
- Or the common space they let you roam around in, not letting you even get close to the exit of the cave
- You never could have guessed how strong vampire instincts were, who’d have known
- Their dotting is cute but you eventually snap them back into their usual routine and remind them that, although the pampering is nice and appreciated—
- Your immortal, can’t die, so caging you up is only gonna piss you off in the long run
- “The Steakening” as you’re calling it, really opens your eyes to their love for you
- They all orbit around each others presence, but now you see how they include you in that orbit as well
- A hand is always in yours or on you in some way
- They turn at your voice, lean in when you laugh, and mirror your smile like they can’t help but do so
- It’s dizzying at times, how tightly you’re woven together
- But, you’d honestly have it no other way
- And as you lounge on the boardwalk, a hand over your hip and another on your shoulder
- The four of them flashing their wicked smiles and brushing kisses against you throughout the night
- You realize Santa Carla really did have more to offer then to take
can you do some lost boys x f!reader but its smut with lots of blood and biting kinks and overstimulation….. im sorry if this is too crazy queen 💔💔💔
Bite Me
Notes: My first ask AHHHH😆😆🥰🎉. I'm gonna try to do this as best I can. Not sure if you wanted poly or a specific lost boy, I went with poly because I love poly!lost boys🥰.
The night is cold. A chill breeze runs through the autumn air. But as you lay in your shared nest, the warm body pining yours down prevents any breeze from touching you. A growing warmth flutters in your stomach as Dwaynes lips hungerly move against your own. His hand grips the back of your neck, tangling in the roots of your hair. He tilts his head to deepen your kiss, trying his best to devour you whole.
"You're hogging her," you hear Paul pout from your left. "Let me get a taste, big guy." You could hear the smirk on his face as the teasing nickname left his mouth. You feel the possessive growl rumble in Dwaynes throat, almost too needy to abandon you. The air you had been holding in escapes you as Dwayne reluctantly parts from your mouth, leaning back to press his forehead against yours. He gazes at you, eyes full of love and need, leaving one last kiss to your lips before releasing you from his hold.
You see Paul to your left, body vibrating with hunger. You sit up, pulling him toward you with a hand to the back of his neck. He lets out a breathless shudder as you gently scrape your nails at his scalp. "Fuck baby, need your pussy on my face so badly." His hands grope at your sides, tugging at your clothes. "Oh yeah, you hungry for me, Paulie?" You pull him to you before slowly licking a line up his jawline. He lets out a high-pitched shudder, melting in your hands "Fuck, you don't know what your doing to me baby."
"Yes she does," you feel Markos warmth from behind as he grips your hips, pulling you to his chest. He tilts his head to face you, gripping your chin to force your eyes to his. "Our girl loves to tease our poor, sweet Paulie, isn't that right?" His voice drips with sweet devilish charm as the words slip from his mouth. You can feel the wetness drip from you as his blood thirsty gaze pins you down. "Maybe you need a reminder of where you sit on the food chain."
"I think you're right Marko," David sits just off to the right of you and your other mates. Gazing at you with that mysterious hunger in his eyes. Taking a long puff from his last cigarette of the night. "Our little doll's been to brave as of lately. She needs a reminder of who's in charge." David sits up from his throne, walking toward you with a stride full of eased confidence. He stands before you, with you kneeled at his feet. He cups your jaw, the cold leather a sharp contrast to the heat overflowing your skin. "What do you say, sweetheart?" The redundant question spills from his lips with that condescending tone that makes your stomach twist in the best way. You smirk as you make the risky decision to match his energy. "Bite me."
You see that familiar yellow deepen his eyes as he quickly changes his hold on you. Tightly gripping your throat as he jurks you to the side before sinking his teeth deep into your neck. The feeling of his teeth in your neck brings immense pleasure and pain. A lightning bolt of euphoria shoots through you as your mate claims you, forcing you into submission. He growls against your skin, holding you down to suck at your wound. You feel fresh wetness flow from you as you clench around nothing.
David parts from your wound, he takes in a sharp breath of air as he licks the blood from his lips. The two blonds kneeled beside you don't hesitate to take his place. They both hungerly lap at your wound, bumping noses and joining tongues. David leans down, sticking his hand under the short skirt of your nightgown. Slowly dragging his sharp nails up your inner thigh before brushing his knuckles against the wet patch on your panties. "Why don't you boys ravage our doll. Sence she's so... desperate for it."
As David returns to his throne, you look around to see three hungry vampires ready to pounce. Marko moves to your front, ripping open your nightgown. Gripping your hips and yanking you towards him. He wastes no time ravaging your breasts. Sucking and biting so harshly, you know it will leave marks for weeks. Dwayne takes his place behind you, pulling you to sit in his lap. He gently removes the remaining scraps of your nightgown and soaked through panties. Spreading your legs open with his wide, rough hands. He leans in, pressing his nose to the side of your head. "You smell so good love." His hand drifts up your thigh to your clit, gently exposing your wet cunt to the night air.
Paul stops lapping at your bite, smelling you in the air. He nuges Marko out of the way, taking his rightful place between your legs. His face hovers above your cunt, taking a long inhale. "Baby, your pussy smells so sweet, like candy." You look down to see his pupils blown wide, a dopey grin on his face, pussy drunk already. Dwayne spreads you open even more. You can feel yourself dripping on the bedsheets below you. "She's so wet Paul, why don't you make her feel good?" Paul wastes no time diving in to lick at your folds. Expertly sucking at your clit, pulling desperate whines out of you.
His skilled tongue switches between roughly licking and harshly sucking your clit. Moans escape you without warning, you wither in your mates hold. Dwayne cups your jaw, tilting your head back. Leaning into the unbiten side of your neck, he whispers, "Does that feel good, love?" You find yourself barely able to spit out a short yes as the pleasure consumes you. Dwaynes lips gently suck on the side of your throat before letting out a deep, rumbling, growl as he sinks his teeth into your neck. Blood drips down between your breasts, down your stomach, to your exposed cunt. Blood mixing with the slick of your folds, Paul hungerly devours you. The change in pace causes a sharp scream to break from you. Marko smears your blood over your breasts, meanly pinching and sucking on your nipples. You feel that coil in your stomach tighten, your high quickly approaching.
Dwaynes fingers move down to your neglected hole. Pushing his thick fingers inside you, expertly hitting that soft spot that makes you see stars. The feeling of three sets of hands working in tandem pushes you over the edge. Your mouth forms an O shape as a silent scream leaves you. Your eyes squeeze shut, a flash of white as you gush over Paul's face. Your body quivering as Paul and Dwayne continue to work you through your orgasam. You hear the sloppy, wet sounds of Dwaynes thrusts as you clench and soak his fingers. Eventually pulling his fingers from you when it becomes too much. Paul continues sucking at your clit, the rough texture of his tongue becoming borderline painful. "Oh, Paul w-wait, Ah." You weakly grip at his hair, attempting to pull him off of you. Marko stops you, grabbing your wrists and pinning you down. "Oh no baby, since you want it so badly, you're gonna get it, all night."
(The reader is 18+ and is gender-neutral. The ethnicity/race is preferably Black/POC.)
I think that if one of the boys shows romantic interest in one person, then the rest will eventually show it too, and they’ll decide to pursue them together.
I personally think they all are polyamorous meaning you will have to get used to their different personalities.
Marko has a wild and chaotic personality, always wanting to cause chaos and fun, teasing and picking at people, trying to start fights for the fun of it. Because of this, he would definitely try to drag you into some chaotic fun and get you to smile and laugh.
Paul, like Marko, has a wild and chaotic personality too, but he leans more toward wildness than chaos, wanting to do life-threatening dangerous things for the thrill. He enjoys doing things that he would be scared to do if he was still human.
Both Paul and Marko would work together to bring a smile to your face the minute they see you. If you’re on the shyer side, they would try to bring out the more confident and brave side of you.
David and Dwayne have similar personalities, but they have subtle differences.
A lot of people see Marko and Paul as the most likely to be into PDA, but I think it would be more likely Paul and Dwayne that are into it.
While Paul wouldn’t hesitate to hug, cuddle, and kiss you, almost making out with you in public, Dwayne is more subtle in his PDA. He would casually throw an arm around you or pull you to his body. If you and him are sitting or walking somewhere, he would make sure to be close to you and probably have a silent battle between him and Paul about who would sit next to you.
Unlike the others, you probably wouldn’t know that David had an actual interest with you. When you and the boys are walking around the boardwalk, David would be the one furthest from you, in the back of the group, but he would be watching you closely.
He would be observing you with the boys, making sure that none of them get too rowdy or put you in danger.
The closest thing to PDA he would do is holding your hand. He is a bit more shy than the others, so in public, he would give you space, but in private, he would gladly give you as much hugs, kisses, and cuddling as you want.
I don’t see David and Dwayne as jealous as Marko and Paul, but I do see them as more protective.
I think they would let you be human for as long as you want, but they will definitely expect you to be turned at some point, especially David.
The relationship wouldn’t even have been a month long yet, and they would already be making space for you in the cave. I can see David giving the others instructions on how to set up your space in the cave, tips on how to decorate, and how to make everything comfortable enough for you.
A relationship with all four of them would be filled with fun, intensity, chaos, and not worrying about things like bills, jobs, or school.
“You have to finish the transition Y/n.” Dwayne spoke as he rounded the bonfire.
“Just kill him. And I mean that with full sincerity.” Marko smirked, swiping his hand out across his body.
“What? But killing people is . . .” Y/n knew the blood drinking was part of it when she agreed to turn but did she have to kill? Like kill kill.
“Illegal? Immoral? You can’t honestly tell me that the world wouldn’t be a better place without him. Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty to do what's right. We can’t all be superman.” David knew he was being blunt and he meant to but also he didn’t. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings or seem harsh to her. On the same hand she needed to drink blood and become a full vampire.
“It gets easier.” Paul stepped closer, rubbing her back. He wouldn’t consider himself the best at providing assurance but he was good at proving physical comfort.
“It’s how we survive. No other way.” Dwayne didn’t like the idea of making- pressuring her to kill, but they don’t exactly have a choice.
“We can help you. We will help you.” Marko added, they would help her. Help her hunt and adjust to her new lifestyle. They’d help her eventually get used to it.
David stepped around her and Paul, with one look Paul stepped aside letting David stand with his chest up against her back. He placed his hands on her shoulders and angled his head to speak closely in her ear. “But you have to complete the transition. I told you before you don’t have to kill anyone innocent. There’s no shortage of bad people for you to eat. This man, he beats his girlfriend. He’s not a good guy. You’d be doing the world a favor.”
Y/n took inDavids words and then looked between each of her boys. She trusted them to help her through this and she didn’t wanna be a halfling anymore. Y/n took in what he had said about the guy that was struggling in Dwayne's grip on his knees was an abusive asshole. She’d be doing the girl a favour by making him disappear. So Y/n let instinct take over and lunged for the guy, teasing into his neck. The boys clapped and hollered in celebration. She was one of them now.
“There’s our girl.” Paul smiled happily; she was now officially one of them.
“Now you're really one of us chika.” Marko smirked mischievously, now they could get into some real mischief together.
“You did good Sweetheart.” Dwayne sent her a comforting proud smile.
“You're one of us now. Sleep all day, party all night, never grow old, never die. It gets easier and it helps that it sate’s a hunger. You did great.” David admired her proudly. Now she truly was theirs forever.
Y/n looked up, dropping the new dead body with blood all over her mouth and she gave them a shy smile. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank us. You're one of us now Y/n. That goes deeper than you know right now.” David walked up to her with a smile on his lips, he reached up and wiped away some of the blood around her mouth. He was proud of her and so were Marko, Dwayne and Paul. Sher finished and completed the transition with just some minor encouragement on their part. The connection between the 5 of them was deeper than she knew or could feel at the moment. Her being a new vampire she’d feel a tug but she wouldn’t know exactly how to place that feeling just yet. But they’d show her. Soon she’d feel the mate connection like they have with her since they first saw her on the boardwalk. “Come. Let's head back.” David placed a hand on her lower back to guide her away so they could go back to the cave and help her clean up and adjust.
Marko and Dwayne threw the body into the fire, covering their girls tracks before following the other 3. All 5 of them ready to celebrate back at the cave with their new member.
ur first kiss with each individual lost boy!! eee this is so so cute :3 i've had this buried for MONTHS and i'm so happy that i'm finally posting it <3
David
He took you out to the pier to go gazing at the waves (romantic, right?)
You complain about his cigarette smoke. All he does is smirk and blow some in your face, being a menace.
"I know what you want." David isn't being mean when he says it; he's questioning you. He's holding a carrot in front of your face wondering if you'll take it.
You're dumbfounded at first, turning to face him, where you bump noses. He has this adorable button nose that is the epitome of angelic. His eyes resemble blue crystal orbs that you'd see in a museum fifty years from now. You feel your throat bob as you try to swallow down imaginary shards of glass.
"What? Think I bite?" David whispers, voice soft, breath reeking of cigarettes and saltwater taffy.
"C'mon, sweetheart. I wanna..."
He pauses, licking his lips, coming closer to say in a tempting purr,
"... I wanna give you a kiss."
You go for it.
The kiss is gentle at first. When David notices you're comfortable enough, he pokes and prods, eventually gaining entry access to your mouth. Your tongues battle. He keeps it tender; he might be a vampire, but he's not a brute.
Pulling away, he goes in for a peck afterwards, whispering,
"Thanks, doll,"
Dwayne
You're both walking along the boardwalk, then you get overwhelmed.
He notices your smell changing right away. He pulls you away with no words, and he whisks you away to a small corner that's dimly lit by the craziness going on outside.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong, baby? Talk to me."
Dwayne's voice is soft, reminding you of a dove. You shake your head, not wanting to talk at the moment. His gaze softens with empathy. He presses his forehead against yours, and asks,
"You know what compression therapy is, prince(ess)?"
You nod, rather enjoying it. Dwayne smiled and ever so slowly lowered his body onto yours, pressing you against the brick wall of the ally. It wasn't a bad pressure... It was good. It was enjoyable.
Your cheeks were pink as you gazed up at him, loving his dark eyes and stubble.
"... Can we kiss?"
Dwayne was momentarily caught off guard but smirked and nodded.
"Of course we can, baby. C'mere,"
Dwayne starts off passionate and sweet. His left hand glides up your neck and holds the back of it, pressing you closer, the other arm holding your back close.
"That's it. Give it to me, baby,"
Dwayne said, voice low and almost a growl. This night was going to end very well for both of you.
Paul
We all know Paul is a wild card!! But what if I told you that he was the one that was shy about kissing first in the relationship?
He was shocked that you picked the Ferris Wheel of all places to kiss.
I mean, it was romantic, sure, but he wasn't expecting it I suppose.
You kissed first, and he was momentarily stunned in place. He reciprocated the hunger after a good two seconds of chilled silence.
The lights across your faces from the dark swirling in, making a watercolor pallet of emotion was enough to set the mood for you both.
Paul is a quick but rough kisser. His lips were attacking yours in quick, sloppy pecks, occasionally letting his tongue tangle with yours, only to tug at your bottom lip with his canines occasionally <3
".. Okay, sweet cheeks, you're definitely not going home after that kiss. Where the fuck did that even come from?!"
Marko
Marko had taken you out to get some pizza after going on rides all over the boardwalk. He had even gotten some brownie points by winning you one of those cheap ass carnival teddy bears!
You were in the middle of your second slice of greasy pizza when you noticed Marko was gazing at you.
I don't mean your usually fawning. I mean this man was drooling.
"Uhm.. You okay there, Marko? You look like you wanna eat me, not the pizza."
You said, laughing nervously. Marko merely smirked and wiped his jaw, chuckling,
"You're just so pretty, honey. I love anyone who can go down on food in front of me."
"Why don't you go down on me?"
You teased back, taking another bite.
That was when Marko's control snapped.
"Oh, shut it,"
He said, laughing.
"Make me."
You hummed, swallowing the pizza. Marko fulfilled that request, surging forward and kissing you.
He groaned and his hands cupped your face. You squeaked but caught on, letting him take control, your hands timidly getting tangled in his rabid waterfall curls.
Pulling away from the kiss, Marko licked some pizza sauce off of your lips, giggling,
"Told ya."
♡Authors note♡ I know for a fact this is most likely out of character, I'm sorry Dwayne fans I love you you're all very nice to me but I've got nothing (I'll draw him to make up for it). Mainly wrote this cuz I got a couple of Dwayne x reader requests in my inbox and I felt bad for leaving him out 💀 I have a layout of readers apartment in my head but alas I cannot describe it :/ shoutout to my moot and irl friend whose fics were my only form of research when writing Dwayne, thanks babes <3
Warnings: None! yay fluff!
It was a quiet night, you had the evening all to yourself. With your pajamas on you were ready to relax, fluffy socks shuffling against drab carpet as you go to put a record on, your favourite album all ready to go. You're seconds away from placing the needle on the vinyl-
You pause. You could swear you heard a small tap at your window. You wait in silence, listening out for anything, and then:
Tap.
There it is again, like something had been thrown. Curiosity gets the better of you and you abandon your album to investigate the window; to your surprise you look down and see Dwayne, his bike parked behind him. He's alone, which is odd, usually the hoots and hollers of the other boys follow closely behind.
You open the window to shout down to him but he beats you to it.
"Can I come up?" A small stone slips from his hand and hits the ground, so that's what the noise was. At least he has the decency to ask, you can't count how many times Paul had let himself in just to scare the shit out of you.
You shout a 'yeah' down to him and before you can move he's in your apartment; you jump, still not used to him and the others doing that. it's as if they always have to remind you that they aren't human.
"What brings you by?" You try your best to compose yourself.
"Wanted to check you were ok." He states bluntly. "I waited for you at work but you didn't show."
"They changed my shifts." You smile apologetically at him before walking over to the kitchen. "Sorry, did I worry you?"
He shakes his head, following you. Leaning against the wall his gaze never leaves you, studying you as you move around the room.
"Did you tell the others you were coming here?" You reach into the fridge for a soda.
"I don't have the tell them shit." Dwayne smirks, declining when you gesture a can to him.
"Well...seeing as you're here-" The harsh fizz of the soda interrupts you as you open it and take a sip. "You wanna watch a movie?"
He just looks at you quizzically. Leaving the kitchen you wave your hand as you pass, gesturing for him to follow you.
With the both of you now in your living room you hand him your drink so you can grab your bag off of the couch and begin rummaging through, taking out a vhs copy of 'Dawn of the dead'. Dwayne raises an eyebrow at you and you huff.
"What? It's good! Plus, I'd appreciate the company." You give him a shy smile to sweeten the deal. It works, you can see him cracking; he looks off to the side before meeting your eyes, you see the smallest smile creep over his features. A rare occurrence with Dwayne that you can't help but celebrate.
"Okay, if that's what you want." His tone is soft as he looks at you, his stare intense yet comforting. You're glad he came tonight.
He settles onto the couch as you sort out the tv, walking a circuit of the room to turn off all the lights before slumping down next to him. The couch was small, one downside of getting it cheap; you decide to use this to your advantage however, cuddling up to Dwayne you feel the cool leather of his jacket on your skin, it had a faint smoky smell that you found comforting.
The soft glow of the tv illuminates you both as you feel your eyelids start to droop, the sounds of zombies and screaming soon fading into the background, you try your best to keep them open but to no avail. In your half asleep daze you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder, a hand then starts to lightly trace shapes on your shoulder; you lean further into him, he felt cold against your skin yet the touch was soothing. As you do so he moves his hand to play with your hair instead, keeping his movements slow and deliberate, cautious not to disturb you. Then resting his head gently on yours he listens to your breathing slow as you fall asleep, fingers still entwined in your hair.
He wasn't watching the movie, he hadn't been watching the movie the whole time. He'd been completely fascinated with you; listening to your heartbeat, taking in how warm you are pressed up against him, how soft you feel. Dwayne was never the one to show emotions but you manage to soften his sharp edges with a single glance; being with you just feels right.
The credits begin to roll but he doesn't have the heart to move. You look so peaceful. He'd chance the sunrise if it meant getting to stay with you just a little while longer.
You gave him a sense of normalcy he didn't realise he'd missed. You made him feel human.
my thought process was 'damn Dwayne seems really chill, I'd like to watch a movie with this guy.' That's it. Hope you enjoyed
