#david lost boys x reader

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014

warnings: smut, swearing, d/s relationship, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), mention of blood, vampire feeding

”where you going (Y/N)?” I turned to look at David on his bike. “(Y/N)?” He raised his eyebrows at me and I nodded. Climbing on the back of his bike, I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on tight as he rode off. I pressed my cheek against David’s back as he gunned it down the boardwalk towards my place.

“I’m sorry David.” I whispered, knowing he’d hear me above the wind. “I didn’t mean to. I was just trying to keep Star out of trouble.” David’s stomach tightened under my hands and I gripped his jacket.

“we’ll discuss this when we get home.” I blushed when I heard him call my apartment home. Even if he rarely stayed. I nodded against his back and took his offered hand when we pulled up at my apartment. I followed David up to my apartment, waiting until we were inside before he pressed me against my door. He attacked my neck and I felt his fangs scrape my artery. I moaned as David pulled back. “You think you can use Star as an excuse? Protecting Star? From what? The boy I asked her to get close to? From doing the job I gave her?” I whimpered as David ripped my jacket off me. He pulled my shirt over my head and threw it behind him. “Have nothing to say now?” His eyes flashed yellow and I bit my lip.

“I’m sorry master. I was just looking out for her like you told me to. I was just doing what you asked me master. I didn’t know.” I breathed out, moving to rub my legs together but David stuck his leg between mine.

“you didn’t know.” He taunted. “Didn’t know.” His eyes roamed over my face before he leaned in to bite my neck. I moaned and slumped against him. David supported my weight, having seen it coming. I whined as I wrapped my arms around David, trying to keep conscious as he pulled away.

“master.” I whimpered as David kissed me, letting me taste the blood on his lips. He chuckled as he lifted me up.

“let’s get you to the bed before you pass out and I can’t have my fun.” He laughed. “Color?”

“green.” I said quickly.

“let me know if it changes.” He whispered. I nodded and buried my head in his shoulder. He tossed me on the bed and climbed on top of me. David pushed his jackets off and smirked down at me. My hands itched to pull off his sweater but I kept them at my side. “What is it you want pet? I can see your fingers twitching.” I gulped and bit my lip. I could feel the faint line of blood dripping down my neck and I knew David was trying to keep his eyes off it.

“please master.” I whispered. “Your sweater master.” Davi looked down at himself before looking back at me. He smiled at me before taking the hem of the shirt in his hands. Lifting it up slightly, David cocked his head at me.

“this what you wanted pet?” He asked, watching my eyes fall to the skin that was exposed. I whimpered as more skin and chest hair was exposed to me. David chuckled and shook his head before pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it behind him. His eyes fell to the blood dripping onto my bed. Leaning down, David licked the line off my skin and gently sucked on the wound he had made.

“master.” I moaned. David worked on getting my pants off and I gripped the blanket on my bed. “Please master.” David focused on getting the rest of my clothes off, ignoring my whimpering and pleading. His eyes roamed over me as he climbed off the bed to finish undressing. “Oh fuck. God.” I breathed out as David’s clothes hit the floor.

“There’s no god here.” David intoned as he climbed on the bed again. He gathered my wrists in his hands and held them about my head. “Just me.” Dragging his nose along my jaw and down the side of my throat, David lined up with my entrance. I could hear him inhale deeply before sinking his fangs into me at the same moment he thrust into me. I moaned at the onslaught of pleasure and pain.

“fuck. Yes. Yes master. Please.” I could feel David drinking from me as my head grew dizzy. Licking over the wound he made, David pulled back. He kept up a steady rhythm as he smiled evilly down at me, blood running from the corners of his mouth.

“color.” He growled.

“green.” I moaned. “Boarding on yellow.” David slowed down as his expression changed. “I think…you may have…too much…” David’s eyes flew to my neck and he nodded.

“I won’t do it again.” He breathed out, picking the rhythm back up. “Otherwise green?” I nodded as I moaned, head falling back against the pillows completely. “Good pet.” David leaned down to kiss me, forcing his tongue into my mouth and making me taste my own blood. My hands grabbed at nothing above me, trying to at least catch David’s wrist but failing. “Next time you think that I will let you walk away from me without checking in…or getting updated…I’ll drain you.” I gasped as David hiked my leg up his waist, making him thrust at a new angle. “I’ll drain you dry. Forget joining us. You’ll never be one of us.” I whimpered and squeezed my eyes shut.

“please master. Please. I’m going to cum. Please.” I cried out. David chuckled as he dragged his nose over my neck again.

“good pet. Asking permission first.” He whispered. “Come for me. Come for me now.” I screamed as I came, finally succeeding at grabbing David’s wrist. David pumped into me a few more times before following me over the edge. “Fuck.” He growled as he came. I panted as we both started to come down from our high, his head planted firmly on my shoulder. “Damn. Are you alright?” David asked as he let go of my wrists and pulled back. Slipping out of me, David looked me over for other injuries.

“yeah. I’m alright.” I said, letting myself fully relax on the bed.

“be right back.” David pressed a loving kiss to my lips before running off. I drifted in and out, finally nodding off as he cleaned me off and tucked me in next to him. “We’ll talk tomorrow. For now sleep my love. You earned it.”

#david lost boys #david lost boys x reader #david lost boys fanfic #david lost boys imagine #david lost boys fanfiction #kiefer sutherland #kiefer sutherland imagine #kiefer sutherland fanfiction #kiefer sutherland fanfic #Kiefer Sutherland x reader

[santacarlatourism]

The lost boys x British reader? Paul and marko would absolutely make fun of them

⮞ "It's chewsday innit?" -Paul, to you, every single Tuesday, without regard to which specific regional accent you have

⮞ I don't think any of The Lost Boys are old enough vampires to have ever been in Europe (I'm working on some headcanon posts about their backstories actually). Max, maybe, but not the Boys. So I think they'd be as curious about the U.K.-- and as unaware about it-- as many Americans are. You know, some basic similarities are there but they're not going to know things like the difference between college and university.

But you know, they're not dumb, they can pick up from context that if you say flat you mean an apartment.

⮞ I think they'd be interested in you because you weren't from around there, but not necessarily in an "Oh your accent is so hot way." More so in a "obvious tourists are easy to eat" way. So you've gotta have something besides the British accent to make you stick out in their eyes in a more advantageous way.

And then it turns from "obvious tourists are easy to eat" into "obvious tourists are easy to abduct and turn because no one will come looking for them"

⮞ They'd all find your accent cute but the one most likely to be into it into it would be David in all honesty

#the lost boys x reader #david lost boys x reader #marko lost boys x reader #dwayne lost boys x reader #paul lost boys x reader #post: hcs #by santacarlatourism

[jinxthequeergirl]

Can I have The Lost Boys (your choice of all together or separate m) with an s/o that works in a place like Lirio's Occult Shop from The Craft?

I love this! I picked a handful and if this does well I'll do the rest of them! :)

Sorry these are kinda on the short side

The Lost Boys With a Witchy Oriented S/o:

David:

Thinks its neat but wont show a lot of intrest

Is contantly in there just to see you

Always touching stuff he shouldn't to pester you

Picks stuff up

"Whats this thing do?"

Tosses stuff up in the air and catches it

He likes make you nervouse

Jokes with you when he knows hes upset you by saying stuff like

"Ooooh what are you gonna do curse me?"

And wiggle hus finger around

"Turn me into a toad?"

Its all jokes to him

but he does get a slight chill when you give him a pointed look or give a snarky comment back to him

"Who sayd I haven't Hexed you already?"

Loves when you talk witchy to him

Likes to brag and threaten people with you like you are the more dangerous of the two

Michael:

Doesn't believe in that stuff

Says so all the time

Yet refuses to actually come into the shop

You'll see him lingering across the street waiting for you to get off work or for lunch

Ya know after some incidents in his life he prefers to be extra cautious about that type of stuff

You constantly reasure him that nothing will hurt him

Not all magic and stuff inside the shop you work in is bad

Still doesn't like it

Dwyane:

Doesn't mind either way

Trys to relate to you and the stuff you surround yourself with

Will ask questions

"Whats this?"

"Sage Smudge"

Nodds his head and places it back down

If you offer him anything he'll rais his eyebrow as if to ask if its cursed or not

"It's just Tea Dawyne."

Continues with caution

He'll let you explain things if it makes you happy and will happy try to gift things that may be involved

#horror x reader #slasher x reader #Lost boys x reader #david lost boys x reader #michael lost boys x reader #dwayne lost boys x reader

[just-another-personal-side-blog]

I have no friends to share my headcanons w, so I Used Piccrew to create my Lost Boys OC.

She goes by the name Malice, Mal for short.

Her Sire is thee Helen of Troy, Mal is 359 years old and still remains loyal to the female who turned her.

Upon arriving to Santa Carla, Helen uses one of her Human Thralls to burn Max's house down in the daytime. Thus allowing her to take control of the territory.

Upon meeting the boys she makes it clear that the only rule is no turning kids. With Max gone now Laddie and Star are clear of the half-breed state. With how much Laddie knows, Helen makes it clear that one he is of age... they are to turn him.

Lastly she requires Laddie to be given a proper education, and suggests Malice take that role. Mal has a soft spot for kids and helps him learn how to read/write under Dwayne's careful eye.

The boys are very cynical about the new big man on campus, yet Mal grows on them.

H: "How has it been with the tyke?"

M: "He's talented to be sure. A quick learner."

H: "And his Guard?"

M: "He's sweet, treats Laddie as if he's his own."

H: "Sweet?"

M: "Oh no, don't give me that smile?

H: "What smile?"

M: "The same smile that led to The Great San Francisco Fire. Whatever you're thinking, don't"

H: "How was I to know the blasted cow would kick the lantern over!?"

M: "Just leave it alone."

The first person to show interest is Marko, then Paul, Dwayne (slow burn for sure), lastly boss man David. David is cautious given the first action Helen took was to murc Max.

Ultimately Helen proves to be a far better 'Alpha' of the territory, the boys enjoy a greater sense of freedom without fear. Within the 5 years of developing a mutual respect, Helen smoked out and slaughtered 3 Hunters that wandered into town. Malice scares the Frog boys straight, making it clear she has her eye on them so long as they draw breath.

I want to try and write out scenes from this. Any request for scenes? This is ultimately gonna be a Poly Boys X Malice.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #poly lost boys #dwayne lost boys x reader #marko lost boys x reader #paul lost boys x reader #david lost boys x reader

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

Being a vampire and discovering Nandor is your ancestor would involve PART 3:

This part includes the character of David from The Lost Boys (1987), but it’s not necessary to have watched the movie; you can simply consider it a placeholder name for (name)’s boyfriend.

*****

🦇 It’s been five years since you and Nandor discovered you are related; you love each other like a father and a child, you trust each other completely and have a lot of fun together.

🦇 Meanwhile, you’ve made friends with some other vampires in town, closer to your own age, which Nandor approves; the moment you, almost too casually, mention a new friend named David, though… something feels off, like you’re not telling him everything or are afraid of his reaction. He asks you about David, how you met him and what kind of person he is, but your answers are vague; Nandor then asks to meet your new friend, and you promise you’ll introduce him, but you never do.

🦇 Something’s off, he’s sure of it; Guillermo points out that he doesn’t have the right to stick his nose into your business, not least because you wouldn’t like it, and Nandor, who doesn’t want to make you angry, promises to keep his questions to himself. He’s still suspicious, though; what if this David is a bad lot, who could end up hurting you in some way?

🦇 Then, one night, the gang gets ready to go to an acquaintance’s 500th birthday party. You’re also invited, but you decide to stay home watching TV, even though Nandor tells you they’ll probably stay out until dawn; he doesn’t need to worry, you’ll be fine alone for one night!

🦇 Something happens, and the gang gets home much sooner than expected. Nandor opens the door of the living room calling for you… and finds you lying on the sofa, entwined to the body of a young blonde vampire with a mullet, kissing like only people who don’t need to breathe can, both of your shirts lying on the floor.

🦇 For a moment you’re both so surprised you don’t know how to react. Then… “(Name)!” he roars; “Nandor!” you shriek, and then together: “What the fuck are you doing/doing here already?”

🦇 Five seconds and the room explodes into chaos. Nadja, Laszlo and Guillermo are barely able to hold Nandor, who is trying to pounce on David (he doesn’t need to ask his name; now everything is clear!) to kill him with his bare hands; you beg/order him to stop, because your boyfriend did nothing you didn’t enthusiastically consent to; David, being David, adds fuel to the fire telling him he’s not afraid to fight an old man and you two have kept your relationship secret too long already.

🦇 Nandor freezes. “Boyfriend? Relationship?” he asks in disbelief. “That’s right”, you answer once you and David have both put your clothes back on, you’ve walked him to the door begging him to stop antagonizing your ancestor and you’ve gone back to Nandor, sitting next to him “David he’s my boyfriend, he’s been for three months already. I wanted to show him where I lived… and I wanted us to have some privacy”.

🦇 To say Nandor is shocked would be an understatement. He knows you’re a great person, beautiful, cool, so he should have known people would be attracted to you, and it’s also normal for you to desire a relationship… but. But.

🦇 Imagine a stereotypical protective parent; multiply by a hundred, and you have Nandor. “Who the fuck is this guy? Where does he live? How did you met him?” he asks menacingly, and you, not intimidated in the slightest, tell him the truth. David had lived in a small town in California called Santa Carla; like you, he is the only survivor of the massacre of his clan, and he arrived in Staten Island after wandering for a while, looking for a new home. You met in a local club frequented by vampires, you struck up a conversation… and the rest is history.

🦇 You take Nandor’s hand in yours, feeling sorry for him; you haven’t had a father figure for a long time and you’re old enough not to need one, but it’s not hard to understand what he’s thinking right now, and you’re grateful, but… “Listen, I’m sorry I lied about tonight; I should have told you all about him a long time ago, introduced you… but I knew you wouldn’t approve in any case”.

🦇 “Hey, that’s not fair…” “Well, do you?” “Of course not!” “You see my point? Nandor, please; I like David very much, more than anyone I met in a hundred years; he treats me very well. I think that if you met him, you would like him too; can you try, please? For me?”

🦇 He wouldn’t be able to say no to your pleading eyes even if his life were at stake; therefore, he promises not to stand in the way between you and David, and while the grateful hug you give him is very nice, he already knows he won’t be able to keep his word.

🦇 The truth is, he can’t stand David. He doesn’t like his clothes, that ridiculous mullet, the stench of the cigarettes he smokes every time he comes pick you up for a date, and his motorbike. He has a motorbike, for crying out loud! Why can’t he simply fly to places, like any normal vampire? What if he has an accident while you’re riding with him?

🦇 “But (name) is a vampire, master, I doubt a motorbike accident could seriously injure them…” “Shut up, Guillermo!”

🦇 But if he must be honest with himself, the real problem is you having a relationship, not your choice of partner. When it comes to love and relationships, Nandor is the unluckiest person in the world, and he’s terrified that it could be hereditary, or in any case, that David could hurt you in some way; you’re a smart, confident person who does not accept to be bullied by anyone, but what if he cheats on you, breaking your heart? What if he hits you, promises not to do again, is forgiven, and then does it again? What if he takes you away from him?

🦇 This is the thing that scares him the most. Your relationship with him and with David are very different, of course, but isn’t it normal for a young person to focus on romantic relationships, excluding the rest? How many vampires have an ancestor as a confidant, instead of a boyfriend? You have many friends already and he has never felt neglected, but this time is different, he feels it.

🦇 He doesn’t even want to think about you and David being intimate. He knows it has probably already happened, given the state you were on the sofa when he caught you and the fact you’ve been dating for months, but… no. He feels the urge to punch a wall (he does; twice). How dare that rascal touch something as pure and amazing as you? Does he even realize how lucky he is just to receive your smile? Does he thank his lucky star every day that you chose him as a partner?    

🦇 Something Nandor hates is that his friends, who are also yours, not only don’t share his concerns, but they love David, and they approve of the two of you together. Nadja and Laszlo greet him like an old friend every time he comes pick you up, lend you their clothes for date nights, and even attempt to impart onto you their wisdom as experts on love and relationships. Even Guillermo starts to appreciate your boyfriend, knowing that he makes you happy and especially after David, who in turn has taken a liking to the familiar, takes him for a ride on his bike.

🦇 They, of course, don’t understand; no one does, except Nandor. You’re clearly happy with your boyfriend, you talk well of him, he gives you presents and organizes amazing dates for the both of you; but still, sooner or later he’s going to hurt you, make you cry or, worse, get you in trouble! You have already escaped vampire hunters once, and David is even worse at hiding his vampiric nature in public than the Baron was! Sooner or later he’s gonna get you killed!

🦇 Which means, of course, that he has to break his promise of not interfering with your relationship, to protect you. He doesn’t even try to forbid you from seeing David, since he couldn’t and he knows it; instead, he begins following you, hiding in the places you’re having your dates at, checking that your boyfriend is not doing anything to make you uncomfortable, ready to intervene if he does. He must admit that he treats you very well, and that you look happier and more at ease than he’s ever seen you, and this fills him with envy; he knows it makes no sense to be jealous of your boyfriend, but he can’t help it.

🦇 Nandor is not the best at passing unnoticed, and in the end, it happens; you and David are making-out sitting on a bench in a park at midnight, when a branch on a tree next to you breaks, and Nandor falls down with a scream.

🦇 You’re angry. You’re embarrassed. But most of all, you’re hurt. He had promised! You thought he respected you and your need for some privacy, can’t he see how inappropriate it is to be seen by a father-figure in a moment like that?!

🦇 Nandor hasn’t realized, but it hasn’t been easy for you recently. You love him, and you love David (you really do, and you had been planning to tell him tonight, hadn’t the two of you been interrupted) and it’s terrible to see them at odds with each other, your ancestor who doesn’t even try to hide his contempt for your boyfriend, and David who complains that Nandor hates him without reason and teases him every chance he gets. You feel conflicted, always having to justify one with the other, and you can’t stand anymore.

🦇 You and Nandor end up having a shouting match in the middle of the street; he tries to explain he’s acted in your best interest and just doesn’t want to see you get hurt, but you won’t hear it; his behavior proves that he considers you too young/naive/stupid to take care of yourself, and that he has seen fit to break his promise to you to do as he wanted. You can’t forgive him for this; in that moment, you’re pretty sure you’ll never be able to.

🦇 “I left home as a human to be able to live my life, so that no one could control me anymore; and now you do the same!” you scream at him. In the end you and David leave together, and the next night Guillermo packs you a suitcase and brings it to you, which means that you don’t plan on returning home soon.

🦇 Knowing that you’re now living with your boyfriend should send Nandor into a rage; it doesn’t. He has screwed up big time and he knows it; and now he has lost your respect, your trust, and you, maybe forever.  How could he be so stupid, and so insensitive? He feared David would hurt you, and in the end he’s the one who did it!

🦇 Weeks pass, and Nandor is broken-hearted. He almost stop feeding himself, and he spends whole nights by himself, looking outside the window or wandering around aimlessly; his friends are worried for him, but they don’t know how to help. He has no idea where you live now; he could try and find it, but he doesn’t, having finally understood that you deserve your space and the freedom to make your own choices, even the wrong ones. He hopes you’re well, safe, and happy; but he knows he doesn’t deserve to wish for your return.

🦇 And then one night, out of the blue, David arrives. “Have you come to gloat?” Nandor asks tiredly, bu David is dead serious, so serious Nandor worries something terrible has happened to you.

🦇 “(Name) is fine, don’t worry; but they miss you. They are a wreck, they don’t smile, they don’t talk, they do nothing all night, they even lost their appetite! Listen, I know you don’t like me, and I don’t exactly love you either, since you made (name) cry, but something we have in common is that we both care for them, right? You need to come to out place, and say you’re sorry; that’s all it’ll take. Come on, don’t you want to make up for this mess?”

🦇 Nandor has known David for months, but suddenly it’s like he’s looking at the young vampire for the first time… and what he sees it’s not much different from what he saw the first time he met you: a young vampire without a home, who lost his family because of the hunters, and who needed a new place to stay, companionship, and someone who cared for them. No wonder the two of you connected! He does have ridiculous hair and those stinking cigarettes, but can Nandor really hate him?  

🦇 In the end, Nandor follows David to a flat out of town, that your boyfriend has claimed for himself after he killed and fed on the owner; he decorated it a lot like the old cave he lived in with his friends in Santa Carla, but Nandor ha no interest for interior design.

🦇 You’re curled up on a sofa, looking more small, fragile and malnourished than the day you met him; seeing him step in you gasp, and Nandor, choked with emotion, can barely utter “(Name), I’m so sorry”, and that’s enough; you jump into his arms, hugging him tight, and there’s no need for words, you each understand what the other is feeling; forgiveness is asked and granted, and peace returns between you and your ancestor.

🦇 From that moment on, everything goes smoothly… almost. You and David get along great, you and Nandor are closer than ever, and your ancestor has learned to get along with your boyfriend; sometimes you catch them sharing a look… you wouldn’t know how to describe it. Not friendly (even though their relationship is slowly becoming less frosty; thankfully you’re all immortal, and you hope than in a century or five they’ll actually become friends!) but more like two people who have reached an understanding; they both love you and want to see you happy, and on that agreement they’re able to build a civil relationship. David comes to respect Nandor’s strength as an older vampire, while your ancestor is reluctantly forced to admire your boyfriend’s energy and disregard for safety and anonymity.

🦇 You spend some time with both of them equally, and David becomes sort of an “associate member” of the family, living on his own but dropping by whenever he pleases. He even convinces Nandor to come on a ride with him! “So, how was it, old man?” “Pleasant enough, I must admit. Say, would you like to learn to ride a horse?”

🦇 In the end, the people you love learn to get along and everything is perfect.

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Thanks for reading! This is part three of three.

#What We Do in the Shadows #Nandor the Relentless #Kayvan Novak #Nandor the Relentless would include #Nandor the Relentless x reader #Lost Boys #David Lost Boys #David Lost Boys would include #David Lost Boys x reader #Bellona's stuff

[seancekitsch]

dark greetings of the night, fellow smut peddler

picture it: Sicily, 1922

Santa Carla, 1987. David X HalfVampire!Reader. The girl he kidnapped before Star. Maybe they were together before he got turned, IDK.

Him: swears they're soulmates

Her: hates (/wants/still loves) him

Her: constantly trying to escape and/or kill the head vampire; flat-out refusing to make her first kill

Him: offering increasingly bloody temptations, forcing her to channel her bloodlust into lust-lust so she doesn't give in

Rough. Angry. Bloody. Like the beach massacre. But sexier.

okay smut did not call for me with this prompt but i did a lot of SOMETHING it’s romance, it’s angst, it’s something!!! it’s my first time writing for david, it inspired me if not like strictly to what you asked but like. it’s fun???? i hope it’s good david is new for me to focus on.

David takes his gloves off to grab a gold plated necklace; the only expensive thing in the cave and the only thing he holds dear. He hasn’t held this necklace in years, never intended to touch it again. He full hoped he’d lose it or Paul would steal it. He remembers the night he gave it to you.

“We’re soulmates.”

“Soulmates? Thats fucking rich.”

You glare the whole time, but you still wrap your arms around him on the back of his bike and let him take you to god knows where. Every night is the same, every night is riding and hunting. Except for you. It was all fine at first, and then you knew better. You flatten yourself against him, your back going rigid for the perfect angle to let the wind rush against your face and tangle your hair. You love this part. It’s now that you love David, before the carnage and before the arguing. It’s you and David and the night and he’s sweet as pie even though you’re so sour, and it makes you want to break and give in and be sweet back. It never lasts but you wish it would.

Maybe it would if you just fed, you think sometimes. If you just join the family maybe he’ll be sweet always and you don’t have to fight him.

But maybe it would last too if you just fucking killed Max, you also think. You know it’s his fault. The only reason you’re in this mess is because Max took you on as a secretary after your dad disappeared. Maybe if Max was dead you and David could run away from all this and make something good of yourselves.

And maybe, just maybe, the wind will kiss you better than he ever could and you’ll just fade away.

The bike stops sooner than you thought it would, and you notice pretty much immediately that the other boys have fallen back so far they can’t even be seen.

“David? What is this?” you ask, gently dismounting the bike.

“I wanted to do something nice for you,” he starts, also dismounting and following you to the end of the pier, “I want to show you how much I love you.”

You watch him apprehensively, but your shoulders un-tense themselves.

“How?”

“I got you a gift, like what those boys going steady do for their best girls,” He smirks, and the charm almost has you melting, almost. He drops to both his knees in front of you, and pulls out a box.

“David this better not be—“

“It’s not, I know you better than that.”

You would have outright rejected any proposal. It’s rare he even gets a kiss from you, despite the fact that you know he catches you staring and wishing you could just give in.

He reveals a necklace, a simple gold plated chain with the tiniest little red stone hanging from it, so simple and delicate. It’s the most beautiful piece of jewelry you’ve ever seen, even prettier than your family’s diamond they brought over from your dad’s old country at the turn of the century.

“Oh David… You shouldn’t have.”

“I had to, honey. It reminded me of you.”

He can be so fucking romantic sometimes, it makes you want to apologize to him and give into anything he wants.

“David, get up,” you command, all smiles, “Put it on me!”

He obeys immediately, almost scrambling to get behind you and clasp it.

The chain is tiny and cold around you neck, your fingers immediately rubbing against where the stone rests above your sternum.

“Stunning,” David gasps as he turns you to look at him. You don’t even flinch at his touch this time, even actively leaning into where his hand connects with you.

“Take me back home?” you ask.

“Are you sure? The night is young…”

“I’m sure you’ll like what I have planned.”

You don’t have to say anything else before he’s pulling you back on the bike to go home. That was the best night.

He remembers the first time you ripped it off your neck.

“I don’t want to do this anymore!” you snap, and the boys immediately know to give you and David some space. You’re their sister and they love you, but they have no business in this conversation.

“Do this? You aren’t doing anything!” It’s rare to hear David’s voice leave it’s even tone, but tonight it does. You’ve been here since ‘56 and you haven’t even tried to feed. You’ve been his pretty little arm candy and snarled at him for almost a decade now. He can’t believe you haven’t just caved and fed yet. You almost have, twice. The most recent being earlier this week, where he offered you a half dead man that had tried to grope you. He deserved to die on all accounts, and he could see you almost end him. That little sparkle in your eyes was there, the hunger. But instead you jumped his bones like the world was ending, letting him fuck you right then and there on the beach.

“I’ll do something alright,” you shriek, rounding what used to be the check in desk.

“Oh yeah?” that coolness back in his voice.

“I’m going to end all of this. I’m going straight to the source!”

David follows you around the edge of the desk, cornering you.

“Don’t make a choice you’ll regret,” he warns.

“I’m ending this, or I’m ending us.”

“You won’t.”

“If I kill Max,” you start, your voice dropping to a whisper, “We can leave. We don’t have to stay and listen to him. You can do what you want.”

Your eyes are so full of hope; that same sparkle he thought was hunger shining in them, at him this time. He wants to agree with you, he wants to run away with you. Anything with you, he almost agrees.

But then he straightens his back, his normal scowl returning to his face. He knows he can’t.

You face contorts into a similar frown, before a tear escapes your eye.

“Coward,” you spit, and you yank the delicate little chain from around your neck, not caring that the tiny stone you love so much went flying to the ground. You hop over the counter and leave the cave.

He doesn’t know when you come back.

David painstakingly repaired it and you ended up happily returning it to its place around you neck only three nights later. You kissed him all over his face as a thank you.

He remembers the moment he ripped it off your neck.

“I’m doing this FOR US,” you shout, your voice angry and ugly in a way David’s never heard before; but even then all he wants to do is kiss you. You’re lunging at Max with a stake in your hands, where you got it is as good as any guess; waving it clumsily like you don’t know what to do with it. David realizes you’ve never held a weapon before.

“David,” Max calls, and a switch flips for David. His father needs him.

“David, I think you made an error in your judgement with her.”

He must have. Blinded by her body and her love and everything they had for the past twenty years. He was selfish for wanting her over seeing the better picture. All this time and she never even made a kill. She never wanted this life, just him. Just to take him away from this.

“David, I love you,” you plead with him, “We can all leave if he’s gone! Think about your brothers! About me!”

And he does. You got along so well with them. You belonged with them. They belonged with you. They’d be heartbroken if you left. You are as much a part of the family as any of them. David would do anything to keep you all safe.

“David,” Max warns, “All of this goes away if I do. I protect you.”

It’s over in seconds, the way he crosses the room. A push backwards, slash of a stake against his arm, a crying apology, a desperate bite on his shoulder, nails digging into his coat, and then a crunch.

And then just another meal.

And then he rips the chain from a limp neck, a bad call of judgement.

Someone he’ll always miss.

“Star?” David calls, “I have a gift for you.”

He fully intends on letting her keep your necklace. He won’t lose her the way he lost you.

#david lost boys x reader #david lost boys

[arenpath]

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #tlb 1987 #david tlb #paul tlb #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #the lost boys 1987 #paul the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko lost boys #the lost boys paul #my memes #memes

[charlizekkelly]

hungry like the wolf

Spicy Prompt: “Look how well you’re taking me.”

Pairing: Reader x Dwayne (The Lost Boys 1987)

Word Count: 2167

TW’s: Size kink, slight somophilia, dub-con (??), non-con, pet names (sweet girl & good girl), biting and blood play.

Author's Note: God damn. This got out of hand and like Dwayne, this is a big one (I'm sorry I had to). Who wouldn't want to be fucked senseless by him? Let's be honest, he's the man and would fuck like a God.

Tags (Dwayne's hoes) : @ghoulgeousimmaculate @britany1997 @misslavenderlady @dwaynesluscioushair @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @lostinsantacarla

!18+ CONTENT - MINORS DNI!

The alkaline-infused breeze skittered down the tunnelways of the cavernous home, carrying the scent of the ever-changing tides of Hudson’s Bluff through the cave, blustering the flames within the fire barrels or the candles perched upon rock crevices. Not that it mattered to her, tucked beneath the assortment of blankets on Dwayne’s bed with soft candlelight illuminating the room. Oblivious to the path his thoughts had taken as he peered down at her with dark irises, lingering on the dark fabric of his shirt and the white-lace panties he glimpsed from where her leg stuck out from beneath the sheets, his shirt riding up her body in a way that made him want to groan.

Dwayne was many things–patient, caring, attentive, coolheaded and loyal–but with her, he found himself obsessing over the way she smiled up at him whenever they spoke. Or the way she laughed and he had to feign nonchalance like the sound hadn’t sent blood rushing to his dick and a multitude of thoughts to careen through his head. Of how she tasted, the way he could make her squirm, the sounds she made or the way she felt wrapped around his cock.

This isn’t helping me, at all, he thought, watching as she shifted on the mattress and he gingerly slipped from beneath the sheets. 

Heading toward the room’s doorway before her voice rippled to his ears and he came to a jarring halt, his head turning ever-so-slowly back to where she lay, sound asleep. He waited a moment, locked in the doorway with his gaze pinned upon her, wondering if this was a cruel mind trick played by Paul and Marko. Hell, he wouldn’t have been surprised if David was a part of it–all three blonds notorious for their love of mind games.

But then, the saccharine call he thought he’d heard from her lips filled his ears. A sound so sweet, it almost brought him to his knees. Something his companions continuously taunted him about, the trio aware of his infatuation with the human woman he cared about. But neither of the trio was game enough to cross him, knowing the ease with which he went from coolheaded to protective–possessive–but it didn’t deter their playful jests.

“Dwayne,” she called again, her voice all breathy and laced with lust.

As hard as he tried–which wasn’t very hard at all–he couldn’t fight the smug grin that crept across his face, approaching her with wolfish ease. He knew she was a moderately light sleeper but still, he reached out and pulled the blankets away from her body, baring her to his hungry eyes as he sunk onto his jean-clad knees at the end of the bed and admired her for several moments.

It was as she shifted on the mattress and his dark irises locked on the pearl-white lace that contrasted perfectly with her skin, that his deeply timbered voice filled the room. “Fuck.”

“If you’re going to fuck her, can I watch?” Came Paul’s husky voice through their pack’s bond.

Dwayne’s eyes rolled at the hopeful edge of his companion’s voice–and where he wasn’t opposed to sharing her with him–he didn’t want to share her right now. “Paul,” he warned.

“Is that a yes?” Paul questioned, an audible sigh skittering down their bond when the brunette didn’t immediately respond. “Dwayne?”

Dwayne’s large palms smoothed over her bare legs, up her thighs until he grasped the soft flesh and gently pulled her to the bed’s edge, careful not to wake her as his stare traversed her features. 

“Not tonight.” Came his distracted response before Paul’s presence vanished from his mind.

With a tenderness he reserved for her and her alone, he parted her legs until the flesh of her thigh pressed and bracketed his shoulders. Careful not to nick her skin as he lithely cut the lace from her body, tossing it over his shoulder with little care before he settled his hands upon her inner thighs. Kneading the flesh for a moment as if to savour the feel of her, his ebony tresses tousled and framed his face like a wrathful god whilst his umber gaze remained trained on her face as he dipped his head and his tongue dragged a sensual trail over her labia.

A soft noise tumbled from her lips as he focused his attention on her clit for several seconds, his fingertips sinking into her skin when he dragged a slow stripe up her cunt. He couldn’t stop the low groan that emanated from the depths of his chest if he tried as the taste of her cloyed on his tongue, the sound vibrating into her clit in a way that drew a soft, sleepy gasp from her lips, and for her eyes to groggily blink down at him. 

“Dwayne…what are you–what are you doing?” Her brows furrowed as a breathy moan tumbled from her mouth and she subconsciously ground her cunt into his face, his grasp tightening on her in response.

His head lifted from her cunt, grinning up at her whilst his fingers leisurely toyed with her clit. Like he had all the time in the world. “Oh, this?” He drawled, feigning confusion, fingers dragging the mix of his saliva and her arousal up to circle the sensitive nerve ending, a sharp breath sucked into her chest as a single, thick digit salaciously sunk into her cunt. “I’m taking care of my sweet girl. I’m worshipping her.”

His finger dragged torturously slow, his eyes locked on her face and the way her head tipped back into the sheets when his thumb pressed into her clit, a second digit slipping into her cunt as his pace never faltered. Dwayne’s fingers continued their steady strokes, fingertips curling in a way that wrenched a guttural moan from her lips and a dozen curses to rent off the cavernous walls.

“Fuck, Dwayne. Don’t stop,” she said, hands bunching the sheets beneath her.

“And refuse you of what you want? I don’t think so. I do have a better idea that’ll benefit us both.” A dark chuckle filled her ears, his eyes flashing with something sinful as he pulled his fingers from her cunt and they nimbly unbuttoned his jeans, shoving the fabric down his muscular legs and kicking it off to the side. 

“Benefit us both how?” She said, holding his dark gaze.

“Spread your legs for me, sweet girl.” Came his response as his lips tugged into a wolfish grin.

Without much thought, her legs dutifully parted for him, creating more space for him between her thighs as he discarded his boxers in the same direction as his pants. She watched with heavy-lidded eyes as he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked himself, stepping into the space between her legs before he teasingly dragged his tip across her cunt and one of his hands grasped the flesh of her hip, the other pressed into the fabric beside her.

“Please,” she murmured as he lowered his head and his lips brushed hers, drawing circles into her clit with the head of his cock.

The muscles of his abdomen rippled beneath his skin, capturing her attention before his voice filled her ears. “What do you want, beautiful? Tell me what you want. Use your words.”

“I want you,” she breathed out against his lips, pushing herself onto her elbows so she could connect their lips, kissing him whilst one of her hands skittered over the chorded muscles of his arm and tangled in his dark locks.

And like it took everything in him to pull away–his lips hovering above hers a hairsbreadth away–the hand by her side balled into a fist and his voice lowered several, heady octaves. “Where?” He grounded out through clenched teeth, the action seeming to sharpen his jawline.

Her brows furrowed with confusion for a moment. “What?”

“Where do you want me, sweet girl? Where do you want my cock?” He rasped, pressing a sensual kiss to the underside of her jaw before he nipped at the soft skin.

“Inside me,” she said, gasping as the first few inches of his cock plunged into her cunt, his girth stretching her insides in a euphoric way. His lips met with hers for a moment, kissing her with ravaging quality before she pulled away from his mouth. “Dwayne,” her gaze darted to where they were connected and the inches his cock still needed to enter her–every glorious inch of him that sent her mind reeling–as he slowly pressed more of his cock into her. “You’re so…big.”

He hummed in response, pressing firm, adoration-filled kisses to her throat. “You say that every time, my love, but look how well you’re taking me.”

His words clamoured in her mind, dousing her in a lust-filled haze when he slowly drew back and plunged the rest of his cock into her, his thumb drawing circles into her clit. A breathy moan–part curse, part garbled moan–fell from her lips, body sinking into the mattress as he quickened the pace of his thrusts and the head of his cock brushed a spot inside her that made her squirm.

Dwayne’s dark tut traipsed across the room, hands grasping her hips to prevent her from squirming. “Not so fast. You wanted me inside you and I gave it to you. So now, you’re going to take it like a good girl.” His thrusts deepened as he peered down at her, revelling in the way soft pants escaped past her lips. “Are you my good girl?”

“Yes,” she breathed dazedly, gasping as his cock pressed against her G-spot and the budding tide of her orgasm crept to the forefront of her mind. “Fuck, Dwayne. I’m your good girl.”

A deep groan fell through his lips, head tipping up to the ceiling as he purposely thrust his hips in a way that he knew would collide with her G-spot and his thumb pressed into her clit, mounting her orgasm as he felt her clench around his cock.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” he praised, tearing his gaze from the roof to traverse her body before his thrusts seemed to falter and he hurriedly freed her from the dark fabric of his shirt. His mind short-circuited for a moment when his stare landed on where his cock thrust steadily into her, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip before he refocused on her bare body.

A large hand cupped her breast, mildly irritated at himself for not paying them any attention sooner as he rolled one taut nipple between his fingers whilst his mouth captured the other and he alternated between circling her nipple with his tongue and sucking hickeys into her skin.

“Dwayne,” she moaned, all breathy and filled with a desperation he recognised.

He knew what she wanted the moment her strained plea met his ears, pulling away from her breasts as the hand at her hip tightened and he rolled his hips in a way that drew another moan from her lips, her cunt clenching around him. “Yes, my sweet girl?”

His lips brushed against hers, her soft pants warming his face as he peered down at her with wolfish delight and she managed to form a coherent sentence through the lust-filled haze of her mind. “I’m going to cum. Fuck, let me cum…please.”

“With manners like that? Who am I to deny you?” he drawled, his hand trailing over her chest to grasp the nape of her neck. Supporting her head as he drew her closer to himself and his teeth elongated into fangs, sinking into her throat in the same moment the head of his cock brushed against her G-spot.

A pleasure-riddled moan echoed across the room and down the darkened tunnelways, no doubt reaching Marko, David and Paul’s ears as she came and he swallowed languid mouthfuls of her blood. He pulled away from her throat in the next heartbeat, head tipping back to the ceiling as he came with a guttural moan, fingertips sinking into her hips.

Her blood coated his chin, dripping down his throat to the chiselled plains of his stomach when he refocused on the room around him and he nimbly hooked her legs around his waist, climbing onto the mattress and situating them in the middle of the bed. Dwayne dragged the assortment of blankets over her body as he tucked her into his side, fussing with the pillows until he was satisfied with her comfort and his blood-stained lips pressed a loving kiss to hers, arms woven over her waist.

A content hum tumbled from her lips as his fingers grasped her chin and he angled her head to bare his marks to his gaze, lathing his tongue over the weeping indents he left behind, ensuring they closed beneath his dark stare. The taste of her cloying on his tongue as he forced himself to refrain from plunging his fangs into her throat once more, always craving her like an untapped hunger that couldn’t be quenched.

Hungry like the wolf.

#charlizekkelly #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #dwayne x reader #dwayne tlb fics #dwayne tlb imagines #dwayne tlb smut #the lost boys drabble #dwayne drabble #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys smut #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #david the lost boys #tlb #paul tlb #marko tlb #david tlb

[the-great-chimera]

Y/n: "I wanna grab David by his slutty waist and bite into his love handles but that fucker is touch repulsed so now I gotta sit here and think angry horny thoughts at him."

Y/n: *stares angrily at David from across the cave*

David: "WOULD YOU FUCKING STOP I CAN HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS."

Y/n: "PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!!"

#david the lost boys #the lost boys #poly lost boys x male reader #poly lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader smut #lost boys

[redamancy-writes]

The Lost Boys (1987) x Fem! Reader - Payment

Warnings: None

Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987

Pairings- Poly! Lost Boys x Female! Reader

Title- Payment

“Is she awake yet?” 

Marko’s voice was unusually soft as he entered into the nesting area where you lay resting in Paul’s arms. You were laying on your side, your face pressed into Paul’s chest as he sat still on his back for you to use him as your personal teddy bear. 

“Not yet,” Paul whispered back, eyes not leaving your form as you breathed deeply, in and out, almost in a entrancing pattern. 

“We’re heading out soon, you should wake her up,” Marko nearly bursted into laughter at Paul’s horrified looking face. 

“You know she hates when she wakes up and we’re gone,” Dwayne murmured lowly, hovering in the doorway. 

“I just hate waking her- she looks so peaceful when she’s sleeping,” Paul’s pout was obvious as he looked to Marko and Dwayne with puppy eyes. 

“I’ll help you,” Dwayne decided, his lips upturning into a smile as he approached the bed, crawling to lay behind you just where David had been hours before to help you fall asleep. 

Rather than wake you though, the two simply watched- all desire to awaken you from your deep slumber gone. Your breath was deep and slow, your mouth open ever so slightly as your cheek was squished against Paul’s body. Your lips looking soft and pretty and oh so sweet, something they always remembered from your kisses. The answers of someone like you could love a rowdy group like them always evaded them. You were gentle, pretty, soft, and kind. Heart swelling of sympathy, your heart always on display. In concert with that you were understanding, trying your best to understand everyone- even if they had hurt you. Now these guys? They killed for fun, terrorizing people on the Boardwalk when they got too bored, and enticed others to make bad decisions that would end up benefitting them despite the hurt it would cause to those actually making such decisions. 

“Babycakes,” Paul murmured lowly, tone not too loud as to not startle you awake. “Time to wake up, sweet thing,” He leaned his head down to press kisses against your forehead, arm reaching up to draw patterns on your back. 

“It’s time to get up, little one,” Dwayne whispered from behind, his hand massaging yours- each knuckle getting an affectionate rub before he moved to your palm. 

Stirring from your sleep, Paul frowned as your expression lost it’s peacefulness and was replaced with scrunched brows- your mouth shutting as your head twisted to bury more into Paul’s chest. 

“Oh, c’mon now babycakes,” Paul couldn’t help but laugh at your antics, making a sleepy grin form on your face as you pulled yourself from his chest to stare at him. “Why d’ya wake me up?” Your words were slightly slurred from sleep, your eyes bleary as you pouted up at him. 

“So you could have time to wake up before we left, love,” David now called from the doorway, Marko standing at the edge of the bed. 

“Mmm,” You closed your eyes in thought. 

“Hey hey, don’t fall back asleep,” Marko called out to you, making you open your eyes again with a laugh, “I wasn’t trying to, I was just thinking…”

“Thinking about what?” Dwayne murmured, taking your hand up towards his mouth to give a kiss to it. 

“Thinking about- those,” You looked at Dwayne, making his eyebrow arch in a silent question. 

“Kisses,” You clarified, a grin spreading across your cheeks. 

“Oh I see, our little love wants kisses?” David grinned, approaching the bed.

“As a payment, of course,” You nodded at David, “Payment for waking me up so early.” 

“A payment is only fair,” Dwayne murmured, turning your head to press a kiss to your lips, a sound of surprise leaving you before you melted into him. The kiss ended all too soon, only for Paul to tilt your face towards him for his own kiss to be placed on your lips. 

David’s hands were free of his leather gloves for once, his hands feeling much softer than the leather as they cupped your cheeks and brought you into a deep kiss. 

“My turn,” Marko’s voice greeted your ears in a singsong manner after a moment, his impatience showing as when you opened your eyes he was already biting his nails to stave off his urge to approach you. 

“Marko,” You cooed, arms open for him as he eagerly clambered onto the bed, careful not to crush you with his weight as he pressed kisses all around your face, your laughs filling the room and their hearts before he captured your lips in his. 

Maybe they weren’t the nicest people, or the kindest- heck they were murderers… but you chose them, chose to love them and you didn’t shy away from their secret when they told you but embraced them with a warmth that never dimmed. 

“Mmm,” You sighed, “I think that satisfies payment in full, my dear boys.”

Tags- @icefrozendeadlyqueen​

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: horror movies, depression, swearing, mention of smut

prompt from: @scealaiscoite

prompts used: "i really appreciate that you're getting into the halloween spirit, but it's ten in the morning. please turn off the slasher films so i can eat my breakfast in peace." “you're like the toughest person i know! am i really supposed to believe that a horror film is enough to have you cowering into my lap?"

I sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped around me. Popcorn sat in a bowl in front of me as well. The only light came from the television in front of me. I was the only person awake in the cave. It was hard to sleep, thoughts racing and the mood soured. As the film ended, I put on another one and resumed my earlier position. Several films later, David stumbled through the main part of the cave.

“hello.” He said, raising an eyebrow at me. I waved and stayed focused on the tv. “Off to an early start I see.” I nodded and reached forward for the popcorn. “Feeling alright?” I shook my head and continued eating, not even flinching as the gore on the screen played out.

“Wasn’t feeling good. Couldn’t sleep.” I explained. David nodded and leaned over the back of the couch.

“depressed?” He asked. I nodded and leaned in as he kissed my cheek. “Want anything?” I shook my head and flipped the blanket over my head to make a hood. David went back into the kitchen to get something to eat. He came over to sit next to me and winced at the screen. “You know, I really appreciate that you’re getting into the Halloween spirit, but it’s like ten in the morning. Please turn off the slasher films so I can eat my breakfast in peace.” I laughed as David focused on the food in his lap.

“sorry David.” I glanced over at him as he got up to eat somewhere else. “I’ll make it up to you later.” David waved a hand as he left and I turned back to the movie. I didn’t even realize when David came back and sat down next to me. As the movie continued, I realized he was sitting next to me as he moved closer and closer to me.

“how can you watch this crap?” David asked. He was nearly on my lap. “Shit! What the fuck is that?” David yelled as he finally climbed into my lap. I laughed and wrapped my arms around him, feeling him tremble slightly as he turned his head into my shoulder.

“you’re like the toughest person I know!” I laughed. “Am I really supposed to believe that a horror movie is enough to have you cowering in my lap?” David gently nipped my neck and I smiled.

“shut the fuck up.” David growled. “You watch some really fucked up shit.”

“you’re a vampire!” I exclaimed, pausing the movie. “What’s scarier than that?”

“plenty of shit.” David grumbled. “And you watch most of it.” I ran my fingers through his hair as he nuzzled into me.

“it’s comforting. In a weird twisted way.” I said. I could feel David raise his eyebrow and shrugged. “Shut up. Sometimes it’s nice to be scared.”

“if you want an adrenaline rush, I have a better way of doing it.” David said as he pulled back and smiled at me. Winking at me, David climbed off my lap and took my hand. He led me way from the television and towards our bedroom.

#david lost boys #david lost boys x reader #david lost boys fanfic #david lost boys imagine #david lost boys fanfiction #kiefer sutherland #kiefer sutherland fan fiction #kiefer sutherland imagine #kiefer sutherland fanfic #kiefer sutherland fanfiction

[santacarlatourism]

The Lost Boys turning a Vegetarian/Vegan S.O.

DAVID

He finds the irony of it amusing. When he’s planning on turning you, your dietary ethics are not going to sway him. He thinks making you violate a little moral qualm that he doesn’t even empathize with is a small price to pay for making you immortal. Plenty of people resist vampirism at first because they don’t like the idea of killing, and he’s not worrying about this any more than he’s ever worried about that.

He notices your hesitancy to accept the wine from him. Maybe you’re worried about the way animal parts are used in processing wine so much of the time (not that David would be aware of that even being involved). Or maybe you’re just skeptical about drinking alcohol from an unmarked bottle that clearly was not pulled from a supermarket shelf.

David pulls the bottle back. “Bottom’s up,” He says, tilting his head back to drink from the bejeweled bottle in a sign of good faith. His eyes seem wild for a moment, before he takes it from his lips and holds it out to you again. David’s gaze is steady on you and he notices your persistent wariness as he licks the last of the so-called wine from off his lips. “Come on. You trust me, don’t you? That’s what friends do, right? They trust each other?”

Something about David feels so compelling as your hand moves of its own accord, it feels like, to drink something that doesn’t taste quite like wine. Maybe it’s gone off.

DWAYNE

He’s a bit more sympathetic than David, but not by much. It’s more so that he’s aware enough that this may present difficulties further on down the road, and unlike David he’s not the type to figure he can just deal with those problems when they arise. Left in charge of turning you he’s more the type to try to nudge you here and there, at first. Put the idea in your head that being a vampire wouldn’t be all bad so hopefully things go a bit more smoothly.

He takes you to see Fright Night at the boardwalk theater, just to sort of gauge your interest in vampirism. He’s hoping you’re intrigued, not totally terrified. If it’s the latter, then, well, he figures he and the other guys may want to prepare for when you inevitably freak the fuck out when you realize you’ve been turned.

Much to his relief, you walk out of the theater with the sort of interest he was hoping for. “I don’t think I could kill someone, though,” you say. “I mean... I can’t even stomach eating a steak from the supermarket.” His theoretical question of would you be a vampire if you could hung in the air.

Dwayne shrugs as if he’s not eaten people thousands of times, as if he’s not about to give you a nice drink of wine when you’re back at the cave. “I mean, people and animals are kinda different. You can’t factory farm people,” He grins, a twinkle in his eye-- “Yet, anyways. You’d have to hunt them. More ethical”

You laugh. “I suppose so.”

MARKO

You’re walking with him on the train tracks, he’s smoking a joint. Offering it to you, if you’re receptive-- he’s learned from watching David with others they’ve turned in the past. A stoned victim person is going to have their guard up a lot less when he hands them strange liquids than a sober person. Has he considered that you’ll have moral qualms with this? Sure. But people have moral qualms with a lot of things, and the Lost Boys still usually get their way.

He’s betting, largely, on the vampire instincts that you’ll end up developing. Eventually, you’ll either have to feed, or you’ll starve, and he’s yet to see a vampire whose body let them get to that point. If you get hungry enough, and they put blood in front of you, you will eat it, and you’ll forgive them eventually. (Marko tries to ignore the fact that Star didn’t, though, and Michael didn’t either).

He sits down on the grass when you make your way across the bridge, and you plop down beside him. You enjoy being there, it’s nice and its quiet and it’s rare you get a one-on-one outing with any of the boys. He pulls a bottle out from inside his coat and passes it to you. “Thirsty?”

PAUL

You would think that as the one that was most recently turned and thus the most empathetic to human concerns, Paul would have a bit more sympathy for your ethics here. But he doesn’t because Paul is impulsive, and he’s much more focused on how great things are going to be when you’re all one big happy vampiric found family than he is on how such a big change is going to make you feel.

He thinks that it’s cute you like animals or care about the environment so much, and that you’re great at sticking to your guns about things, but he figures since vampires literally have to drink blood to live so it’s a very different situation than humans eating animals, and you’ll probably be fine.

He does it when you’re getting frisky in one of the beds in the hotel. He’s having a good time, you’re having a good time. And what better time than that to seal the deal? Paul is straddling you, half-naked, hair thrown back, and he reaches and grabs the sparkling bottle off the bedside table he’d placed it on earlier. He takes a swig and passes it to you, watching as you take a drink.

He eagerly resumes his activities.

#the lost boys x reader #david lost boys x reader #paul lost boys x reader #marko lost boys x reader #dwayne lost boys x reader #by santacarlatourism #the lost boys #post: scenarios

[britany1997]

Hi! I saw that requests were open, and I was hoping I could requests Poly!Lost boys (or/and with Michael if you can!) with a reader who’s owns a bakery? The boys take notice of a new shop on the boardwalk and peek in to see you.

(Reader is GN, and likes to dress cutesy as well!)

If You Give A Vampire A Cookie…

AHHHHH Michael my love🥺 yes of course I can write this for you💕💕 hope you like it!

Poly! Lost boys & Michael x GN cutesy Reader

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A bundle of black leather flashed down the boardwalk as Paul zoomed around. Marko was on his heels, laughing and trailing after him, “I told you we should have put him on one of those animal backpack leashes,” Marko called back at Dwayne as Dwayne followed the two blonds.

“If he doesn’t behave he’ll find himself on a different kind of leash.” Dwayne warned.

“Ooh Paul, hear that? you’re in trouble,” Marko singsonged.

“Yeah jokes on you Dwayne, I like that shit!” Paul yelled back as he ran.

Dwayne groaned.

David smirked as he watched Dwayne attempt to control the chaos twins on his own. David much preferred to hang back, his hand possessively wrapped around Michael’s neck as the two strolled along the boardwalk.

“Stay close pet, don’t want you running off like those two,” David cooed at Michael.

Michael rolled his eyes and slithered out of David’s grip, “I’m not a child David, I think I can manage myself on the boardwalk,” he paused, “and I’m not your pet either.”

David chuckled to himself, “whatever you wanna tell yourself love,” he said as he slid his arm around Michael’s waist, pulling him against his side.

He leaned in to whisper in Michael’s ear, “but I know you don’t mind what I call you when we’re at home. Maybe you’re just a house pet huh baby?”

Michael shivered as he felt his cheeks flush pink

“Stop it,” he whispered back nervously.

David pouted in reply, “thought you liked it when i played with you pretty boy.”

Michael’s blush deepened, “can’t you keep it in your pants till we get home?”

David smirked, “what can I say, you’re irresistible.”

Michael smiled softly as David leaned in.

“HEY GUYS,” Paul’s booming voice broke the pair away from their sweet moment.

“This better be good,” David grumbled.

Paul tapped his foot as he waited for the others to catch up.

Marko and Dwayne slowed to a stop in front of the blond boy, David and Michael not far behind. They looked curiously as Paul gestured to a little white shop they’d never seen before.

As the other four boys took in the sight, Paul pressed his face up against the giant window at the front of the store. He admired the pretty cakes, beautifully frosted and decorated with plastic floral arrangements. He drooled over the warm brownies wrapped in cellophane and tied with pink bows. But his eyes widened when he caught sight of the rows and rows of cookies displayed in a tray behind the glass. He’d swear he could already taste them.

He turned back to his boyfriends, “please, please, please can we go in and get something? I’ve been so good lately!” he begged.

Dwayne scoffed, “no you haven’t.”

Paul dropped to his knees and inched towards Dwayne, his hands clasped together, “please please please please,” Paul chanted, giving Dwayne his best puppy dog eyes, those always seemed to make him cave.

Dwayne sighed as Marko bit his thumb to keep from laughing. “David, what do you think? We got time before morning?”

David checked his watch, his arm still around Michael’s waist, “yeah we got time.”

“Yes!” Paul whisper-cheered to himself.

“Not so fast blondie,” David raised an eyebrow, “you got bakery money?”

Paul’s demeanor deflated as he looked through his shoe and cringed. “Michael?” he asked sweetly.

Michael rolled his eyes but smiled, “yes Paul?”

Paul pouted at Michael, jutting his bottom lip out and furrowing his brows.

Michael laughed, “ok fine,” he walked over to hand Paul a five dollar bill.

Paul sprang up and wrapped his arms around Michael, kissing him squarely on the mouth.

“I love you Michael!” Paul exclaimed as he pulled away.

Michael smiled and blushed, “I love you too Paul.”

Paul smiled and skipped into the store, Michael’s five dollars in hand, while David crossed his arms and grumbled.

Dwayne bumped David with his elbow as Marko and Michael slipped through the door. “C’mon, they need constant supervision,” he reminded David.

“Been tryna kiss him all night but nooo crazy blond shakes him down and he gets a smooch. Bullshit.” David mumbled under his breath as he followed Dwayne inside.

As David passed through the doorway his jaw dropped.

Michael, Marko, and Paul were already crowded around the counter talking to the most attractive human he’d ever seen (besides Michael of course).

You were wearing the palest pink uniform, and the brightest smile. He found himself absolutely transfixed.

As he approached his circle of boyfriends, he heard Paul’s persistent flirting.

“All these snacks baby but you gotta be the sweetest thing in here,” Paul winked, leaning over the counter.

You blushed, “that’s so kind of you to say, can I get you anything?”

“Yeah honey, give me three sugar cookies, I’m not real liquid right now…” he said as he hid the fiver in his back pocket, “you take kisses?”

You smirked and laughed, “I take money.”

He mock-pouted, “that’s ok sugar, I was gonna give ‘em to you for free anyway.”

Paul leaned in, but was caught by the back of the collar by Michael. “Sorry about him,” he said blushing.

Michael swiped the money from Paul’s back pocket and handed it to you, “for the sugar cookies,” he said, flustered.

“I’ll bring them right out,” you smiled.

Michael sighed wistfully as he watched you turn to grab the cookies from the back.

“What the hell man?” Paul asked, “I was about to seal the deal!”

“Paul,” Dwayne interjected, “what did we say about kissing strangers?”

“It’s fun?” Paul guessed.

“Don’t do it.” Dwayne and Michael corrected at the same time.

Paul pouted.

You pushed past the double doors, your arms filled with sweets.

“You all are the first customers I’ve had since I opened so I threw in a couple extra things,” you blushed.

You handed Paul the three sugar cookies, leaning over the counter to kiss his cheek.

He flashed you a dopey smile as his hand flew to his cheek. “I’ll never wash this cheek again,” he sighed.

You giggled, “I sure hope that’s not true, you’d think you’d wanna keep a pretty face like that clean.”

It was taking all of Paul’s self-control not to jump over the counter and shower you with sloppy wet kisses.

You turned to Marko handing him a Sfogliatella. His eyes widened in shock, “I love Sfogliatella! I haven’t been able to find them anywhere,” he told you.

“My grandma’s recipe,” you smiled, “I love them too, I haven’t really seen ‘em anywhere in the U.S., so why not make them myself.”

Marko melted.

You looked at Dwayne, placing a chocolate chip cookie in his hand. “Dark chocolate chips instead of milk chocolate,” you told him.

“For a richer flavor?” he asked, eyebrow raised.

“Exactly!” you beamed, “thought you’d like it.”

His lips turned up into a half-smile, “thank you, that’s so thoughtful.”

You moved to Michael and offered him a big, gooey, brownie.

He blushed as he took it from your outstretched hands, “these are my favorite, how’d you know?” he furrowed his brow in confusion.

You shrugged, “call it baker’s intuition, you strike me as a brownie guy.”

He blushed, “talk about a sixth sense,” he mumbled, “you really are the sweetest thing in here.”

Your face flushed at his words as Paul grumbled that Michael had ‘stolen his line.’

David cleared his throat, “nothin for me love?” he raked his eyes over your form.

You laughed, “you just didn’t strike me as a sweets guy,” you clarified as you poured him a cup of coffee.

When you finished, you offered him the styrofoam cup, which he took from your gratefully.

“Clever little thing aren’t you?” he flirted.

“I like to think so,” you winked.

David’s smile spread across his whole face, “well if you aren’t the cutest thing…” he trailed off as he leaned on the counter.

Dwayne cleared his throat, prompting David to check his watch. Shit. Sunrise was coming.

He frowned, “gotta get goin’ sweet but we’ll be back,” he promised, winking.

You bit your lip, “I hope so, I’m here every night.”

You blushed as each boy reluctantly pulled themselves away and strolled out the door.

You couldn’t help but think moving your business to Santa Carla was the smartest decision you’d ever made.

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[buckybarnesb-tch]

Lost Boys Sick!Mate Headcanon

(For whoever requested a Sick Mate Headcanon for the Lost Boys, I hope you enjoy this)

David

•David wants to change you immediately

•He hates seeing you sick, miserable or in any kind of pain and while most people wouldn’t believe David can be sympathetic, for you he very much is

•He has been trying to get you to turn for a long time and while this is a convenient way of convincing you, he really just wants you to get better

•David hasn’t been sick in…several hundred years. He’s the oldest out of the whole pack and so he remembers sickness the least of all of them, the only thing he can relate it to is not feeding for a long amount of time and he knows how painful that gets to be

•He would lay with you in the bed in the cave, whether you live with them in the cave yet or not, that is where you will be staying and you have no choice, he won’t let you be alone while you’re ill

•He often gives you massages whenever your muscles are achy, he knows how good it makes you feel and it makes him feel like he’s able to do something to help you, even if it’s just to relieve a small bit of your discomfort

•He’ll definitely make Marko go out to get you food, though he doesn’t know what kind of food since you keep insisting that you aren’t hungry

•David wants to care for you, he just has no clue how and if you weren’t sick as a dog, it might even be adorable how frazzled he is

Overall Grade of Care: 4/10

Dwayne

•Dwayne would be a major worrier every single time you get sick

•While he doesn’t remember what it’s like to personally be sick, he does remember his younger sister being sick when he was human and dying of a fever, so every time you’re even remotely warm he attempts to put you in an ice bath

•When you are bed ridden he is sure to make you stay in the cave, he’s always by your side and will often sit and read to you until you drift off to sleep

•He tries to keep you fed as much as you’ll allow with your upset stomach and he gives you plenty of water, to the point you wonder if vampires can survive being waterboarded cause you’re ready to kill him

•Dwayne is very much like David, he doesn’t know how to take care of a human that’s sick and he doesn’t understand that sometimes you just need to let an illness run it’s course

•Eventually he would buy some medicine at the store (Marko’s recommendation) and give it to you. He’s completely stunned by how quickly you finally fall asleep with how badly you’ve been coughing but the medicine works

Overall Grade of Care: 5.5/10

Paul

•Paul is chill when you get sick, he knows most of the time it’s just a little cold

•He gives you a few shots of whiskey and smokes a joint with you until you pass out, most of the time you wake up feeling better

•When you don’t however, he becomes frantic

•He will run around like a human having a manic episode. He makes sure you’re as comfortable as you can be, and if you’re not he goes to the store and buys more pillows and softer blankets. Hell get you new pajamas and more boxes of tissues than you’ll ever use

•He cleans the entire area you’re in as best he can in a cave, trying to get rid of germs that could make you sick all over again. It would be funny if you didn’t want to strangle him for moving so supernaturally fast that he makes you even more dizzy which makes your stuffy head hurt more

•He tries not to bother you too much, getting you to sleep as much as he can because apparently humans only heal when they’re sleeping so you need to sleep until you feel better

•He doesn’t quite understand that there’s a limit to how much NyQuil you can take

•Paul means well and he wants to help, he just goes too far with it most of the time

Overall Grade of Care: 7/10

Marko

•Marko is probably the best of the boys to have taking care of you when you’re ill

•He gets you medicine immediately and actually reads the instructions to give you the correct dosage

•He ensures you are comfortable in the bed, making sure to keep the blankets on when you’re cold and removing them if and when your fever gets too high

•When you’re too warm, which seems to be most of the time, he will strip to his boxers and crawl into bed with you, his cold skin making you feel better almost instantly

•He goes to the store and gets you whatever you want but also picks some things for you to make you feel better. He gets you your favorite tea bags to make you hot tea, the Chamomile helping to calm you and be able to sleep better, he also gets you some cans of coke to sip on when your stomach is upset

•He makes you soup everyday to keep you eating, even if you cant hold too much down, it’s not too heavy on your stomach

•Marko will also rent movies (and by rent I mean take them from Max’s store when he’s not looking) to bring back for you two to watch together to keep you entertained

•Marko was a human not too long ago, Paul being the only one younger than him, and he remembers very well how to take care of sick people, he is very good at making sure you get well as quickly as you can

Overall Grade of Care: 9.5/10

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[silassinclair]

Like Looking into a Mirror

(PolyLostBoys x Fem!ArtistReader)

Summary: Being a vampire has it's ups and downs. But one of the biggest downs was that you couldn't see yourself. Whether it be in photographs or reflections. This means that neither of the boys have seen what they themselves look like since they were turned. So when a shy little artist introduces herself to the boys with a painting of all of them they realize they not only know what they look like but also have found their mate.

Santa Carla is a city of opportunity. A place flourishing with job opportunity and people buzzling about everywhere. But for yourself, a struggling artist, it was the opposite. Running away from home was supposed to be your fresh start, a way to get away from it all and live your life to the fullest. To paint to your heart's desire. But it was nothing like that.

There were no places for you to work and use your artistry to the fullest. The only place you found where you could work was the library. Reading itself was an art but not exactly your forte, but it was close enough and payed decently.

It was 8 at night. The sun set and the amusement park alive with people. By the beach wall you sat with a miniature canvas, paints, and brushes. Every night you'd come to the boardwalk and paint it's colorful passerby's. Unlike your old small town people here dressed unique. So many colors and style subcultures.

Scanning the crowd you hunted for your new inspiration. Person or people to replicate onto your canvas. Your direction was pulled to the sounds of purring engines. To your left under a streetlamp by the very wall you were sitting on, four men looking your age parked their bikes. Their fashion stood out amongst anyone you have ever seen on the boardwalk.

A bleached platinum blonde. His mullet stood sharp, almost as sharp as his eyes. A tall brunet with no shirt under his long coat. His long hair rested on his back. A natural blonde with wild hair and a just as wild personality. And finally the short one with long blonde curls and a face that could combat a cherub's.

Everything about them was perfect. You studied them for minutes and looked away when you felt their curious gazes turn to you. Having all their features down to memory you painted away. You painted all of them standing together standing in their own way. Straight and confident, collected and cool, laid back, goofy.

As you painted each of the men's features you smiled to yourself. This may have been one of your best works yet. When you finished the piece in an hour or two you would definitely give it to them as a gift. Usually you would give the paintings you made of people to them to see their reactions. Every time they were always very grateful and happy, seeing them smile is the reason why art is your passion.

You really hope they would appreciate it though, since they are your temporary muse of inspiration and these four seem pretty intimidating.

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"Yeah man I'm telling you she kept looking at us. But when I would look at her she'd look away and start writing shit on her canvas or whatever." Paul said while nudging David. He didn't care when his friend told him that the girl to their right kept sneaking glances at them.

Girls stare at him and his vampiric brothers all the time. What can he say? He knows him and his brothers are hotter than hell so who wouldn't stare?

"What Paul, you wanna talk to her or something? Just go talk to the chick like what you always do." David said with an eyeroll and a freshly lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

Paul bashfully looked down and scratched his neck. "Dude I dunno.. she doesn't seem too interested. Probably looking at us because we dress weird?"

Now David was confused. Was his flirt machine of a brother.. shy? A sly grin curled onto the platinum blondes lips. He looked to Dwayne and Marko and those two seemed to catch on quick about Paul's little crush.

Putting his arm around his blonde brother David said, "Do you perhaps like this girl Pauly?"

Paul growled and shoved him off making Marko and Dwayne holler in laughter.

"Dude you're fucking whipped! Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Marko laughed and held his chest. Paul hit him upside the head with his palm.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Dwayne's laughing reduced to small chuckles. He looked over at the girl who Paul seemed so flustered over. She was wearing a long frilly black skirt and a sage green blouse. Her hair styled uniquely and anklets and bracelets adorned their respected limbs.

"Hm.." Dwayne hummed, "I get what you mean Paul."

Paul shot his taller brother a glare. "Yeah. Should have at least checked her out before makin' fun o' me."

Marko looked over to see what all the fuss was over. His eyes widened a fraction when he saw the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. And she was painting too, something he adored doing.

Sensing someone looking at her Y/n looked up and four pairs of eyes were on her. The eyes of the subjects she was painting at the moment. Feeling like she had been caught doing something wrong, she looked back down at her canvas in a flash and finished up the final finishing touches.

"She was totally checking us out." Paul said smirking, well his insecurity flew out the window.

"Dude she's cute as hell man. How'd we not see her around before? And why didn't you tell us Pauly!" Marko grabbed his terror twin by the shoulders and shook him back and forth.

David snapped his fingers and the two instantly stopped with their rough housing. "We're all going to approach her. Perhaps we will have a meal tonight boys, or more."

Deadly smiles grew on the pack's faces. Time to do what they knew best. Lure and capture.

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You stood up when you finally finished the painting. The four of them painted in their signature clothing. All standing together. Two of them smiling and two not. Honestly, you were scared to give this painting to them. What if they didn't like it? Or what if they thought you were some kind of weird stalker?

Walking to the group of the four bikers they all seemed to perk up at your sudden presence.

"What a surprise, we were just about to walk over to you babydoll." The curly haired one said. Your grip on the canvas tightened. Seeming to notice the tallest and only brunet of the group asked,

"What's that you got there sweetheart?"

Ignoring the soaring feeling in your stomach you avoided eye contact with the group and quietly muttered your explanation, "U-Uhm I'm an artist and stuff... It's a hobby and stuff and I paint people on the board walk all the time. And when I saw a-all you four I couldn't help but notice how uniquely dressed you all are. So I painted all of you!"

Looking up at the group finally with a crooked smile on your face you showed them your work and flipped your canvas around revealing your work.

All four of them brought their faces close to the canvas, the two wild blondes started to push and shove and what seemed like the leader of the group punched both of their arms.

"You really did this?" The platinum blonde said. He looked into your eyes, a mixed emotion behind his. His gloved finger pointed at himself painted realistically.

"That's me?"

You nodded and handed the painting to him which he gently accepted.

"Of course that's you silly. I painted the four of y-you. Hope you all like it!"

The four boys looked up at you gratefully. It was sudden but the brunette pulled you into a hug. He didn't seem like the touchy type and it surprised you with his sudden action.

"Thank you sweetheart. My brothers and I appreciate this... a lot. A lot more than you may think." He released you from his chilling yet warm embrace.

"No need to thank me.."

"Dwayne."

"Dwayne, I do this to make people like you and your brother happy. It's what I love about art ya'know?"

He smiled and introduced each of his brothers. David, Paul, and Marko.

"I am truly grateful for this kitten. Say, you wanna ride with us? You know where Hudson's Bluff is right?"

Nodding you let him continue.

"Wanna hang out with us four for the night? Promise we won't let you be bored for even a minute." His black gloved hand twirled a lock of your h/c hair around his finger.

Shyly moving away you muster up the courage to agree and go with him. He asked who you wanted to ride with and Paul seemed to be the most eager to get you to ride with him, so you gave in and got on the back of his bike.

"Hold on doll!" He revved his engine while his brother did the same. Hooting and hollering they sped down the sandy beach taking you to their cave.

"This is just the beginning!" Paul yelled over the sound of the engines. Not understanding him well you tightened your embrace around his torso and leaned in closer.

"You're gonna love us I promise!" Now that one you heard.

this was lowkey dogpiss but my head hurts so oopsie daisy

#the lost boys x reader #poly lost boys x reader #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #marko the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys 1987

[rosemary-writes]

How he holds you

(Lost boys x gender neutral reader headcanons)

Warnings: Marko being a lil cheeky

Authors note: heeeyy chickens, long time no see♡I transferred to university and I have little to no time to write stuff like this anymore. Buut since it’s October, I gotta do my fav boys

David

-David doesn’t really hold you per say. You more or less cling and hold on to him.

-He doesn’t like seeming too vulnerable or soft when in public. Especially while on the boardwalk and the surf nazis are out and about

-However, if you’re standing next to him, he will casually put his hand on the back of yours. Theres something about his palm resting on your hand that just makes him feel content

-When you two are in the cave and hes sitting in his chair or on the couch, he always beckons you to sit on his lap. While you’re on his lap, he’ll snake his arm around your back and rest his hand on your thigh or butt.

-While he says its to “keep hold of what's his” it’s also so your back isnt digging into the metal of his wheelchair.

-It’s old and rusty and he doesnt really want you to be squirming cause it’s hurting your skin

-Some nights when the two of you are alone or you had a bad day, he lets you lay on his chest while he lays down on the couch.

-Your hands fall to his chest and his arms will wrap around you to keep you pressed comfortably against him.

-Even though his heart no longer beats, you swear you sometimes hear faint thumps when you mumble how much you love him into his chest

-Overall 6/10 cause he only holds you back every few weeks.

Dwayne

-Dwayne isn’t afraid to wrap an arm around your waist or hips while in public. It’s his way of showing people that you’re his partner and to keep you close to him

-He’ll sometimes put his fingers through your belt loops

-When meeting up in public, he’ll loosely wrap his arms around your hips while giving you a kiss. When meeting you in private, like at your house, he will actually give you a decent hug

-I like to think that Dwayne will link pinkies with you while walking around the boardwalk sometimes. He thinks it’s really sweet.

-When you two are in the cave, he’ll come up behind you and snake his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder. His stubble tends to tickle your neck a bit

-he might take in a big inhale of your scent

-When you two cuddle, hes pulling you so close to him that you’re practically smothering him

-He loves it

-His hands will move all over the place. Your back, hips, thighs, butt, maybe one in your hair

-If you fall asleep, hes on cloud 9. He’ll most likely move you both into a small nest spot in the cave and either fall asleep with you or stay awake to watch you sleep. If you guys are at your place, he watches over you while you sleep.

-10/10 cause his cuddles are top notch

Paul

-Paul can’t keep his hands to himself so hes holding you all the damn time.

-Had a bad day? Let him hold you, he wants to make you feel better

-Theres a puddle on the ground? He’ll carry you over it

-Yikes babe, your shoe is untied, guess he’s gotta hold you so you don’t trip

-Yeah, hes very touchy

-Out on the boardwalk he loves to hold your hands. Like, he hates having to let go of your hand if you have to do something.

-Heaven forbid you want to eat or need to sneeze

-On the occasions where he takes you flying with him, he keeps you so close to him. He would never drop you but theres been a few times where you slipped from his grasp and it spooked you. So, he’ll have an iron grip on you while flying over the ocean or Santa Carla

-If you’re ever with him when he’s having a smoke sesh, he goes to maximum handsyness. God help you if you need to pee

-Like Dwayne, his hands are going everywhere, but hes gripping you as if you’re going to float away.

-He loves keeping you close because you’re so warm against his cold body. His cold hands will slip under your shirt and move around. He’s not trying to tickle you, he just loves how warm your back is.

-9.5/10 because his hands are cold as hell

Marko

-Marko’s not as handsy as the others

-Once in a blue moon, Marko lets you wrap your arms around him and he will envelop you in his jacket. It’s warm and it’s a really rare soft moment with him. It only happens when you forget a jacket and you’re both on the boardwalk and it’s freezing. Surprisingly, hes warm because of how thick his jacket is

-However, he mostly keeps a hand in your back pocket or he’ll pinch your butt. If hes showing you something, he takes your hand to lead you.

-Thats about as far as it goes in public.

-However, in private, it is a totally different scene

-He likes to hold you from behind. He sneaks up and wraps his arms around you while shoving his face into your hair

-He’ll only do this when no one is around. He does not want the others to see him like this.

-He does like to cuddle with you. He’s the big spoon and youre always the little spoon

-The feeling of your body expanding while breathing tends to calm him down since he easily gets wound up.

-While spooning you, he’ll lean forward just a bit to kiss you on the cheek. He will also sometimes entwine your hands and kiss the back of your hand.

-He warms up underneath the covers with you.

-Moments like that remind him that it’s okay to be relaxed with others

-I give him a 7/10

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