#dwayne x female reader

[6lostgirl6]

Hi again! I was wondering if i could request some yandere angst with dwayne? maybe like they’ve been bestfriends awhile and he knows he’s her mate and she’s got a new boyfriend or something i don’t know where else to go with it but i’d love to see your take ( could also just be like yandere headcannons of all the boys if their mate had a bf it’s up to you) Love your writing!!!!

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She's Mine Pt. 1

Yandere!Dwayne x Fem!Reader

TW: Angst, Dark thoughts, Mentions of kidnapping and forced-turning

Throughout the entirety of Dwayne’s existence, he has always been perceived as being the most controlled in his emotions in comparison to his brothers. An undead creature that never allowed himself to slip away unless it was during feeding or defending their territory from other passing vampires. A being that seemed utterly composed, an immovable wall. It seemed as if there was almost nothing that could make Dwayne lose his composure. 

Almost.

The disgust and utter loathing he was feeling within himself was agonizing, threatening to consume him the longer it inhabited his consciousness as he continued watching you mention a boyfriend you have recently begun seeing. The one you were spending time with during the days in which he wasn’t allowed to see you. Right now, his instinctive need to slaughter was itching his subconscious, begging for release and lay waste on those that deserved it and it certainly wasn’t you. You were his mate. His special person.

“I would really like you to meet him sometime!” You continued, oblivious to the intense heat of his gaze as you messed with the straw of your drink, leaning against the railing with him beside you. “He’s really sweet and charming, I’ve never met someone like that before.”

‘But you did, you met me.’ He thought to himself, eyes threatening to flash the more you spoke. He loved listening to you talk, more prone to enjoy sitting back and enjoying the sound of your voice as you talk about anything and everything. Now, he just wanted the topic of conversation to slip away and discuss something else.

“I told him about you, I think you should meet him, you know? Best friend approval and all.” 

‘Like I would ever approve of you being with someone that isn’t me. You’re fucking wrong, you’re mine and I’m not about to share you.’

“Sure, that’s fine with me.” He replied instead, his demeanor appearing more passive than the ambiguous notions that plagued him inside his own mindset.

You smiled, moving from the topic of conversation towards something else, something you did earlier before meeting up with him at the boardwalk. Dwayne was more appreciative with that and outwardly reactive, replying to your questions and showing interest in conversing with you. However, his mind was still replaying your previous conversation…along with arrangements.

Firstly, he would need to finish off your love interest. That disgusting waste of a human life that thought he could claim what was not rightfully his. With your suggestion on meeting your boyfriend later tonight was practically your approval gift-wrapped for him to slaughter and maim this scum into an unrecognizable puddle of revolting blood. He didn’t mind though, he would do anything for you.

You didn’t know what he was, the dangerous predator that stalked the night. He wasn’t delusional, he was perfectly sane with understanding the fact that you could potentially fear him for what he was going to do and when he shows you who he truly is. That didn’t matter to him, the bond between you both was strong and would remain that way. He would never allow you to sever the bond. He would rather die than allow that to come to pass. 

However, the chance that you would never accept him, even despite everything he could ever try to have you fall in love with him, he knows other ways of making it happen. Perhaps, taking you by force would be the best way. Even better, making you into a half-vampire. That way you would be fully dependent on him. Make you realize that you need him as much as he needs you. Which would allow you to feel the bond more significantly and assist in motivating and strengthening your feelings. Until he could be certain that you felt the same way, would he only allow you to become a full vampire like him. It certainly worked for David.

He didn’t register his name being called almost a dozen times before he finally brushed his thoughts away before looking towards you. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He asked, giving you his full attention.

“Nothing! Just that he’s going to be on his way soon! We should head over to the beach and hang out!” You replied, a smile still on your face. 

For once, Dwayne wished his eyes were like cameras, that way he could always remember that smile. The smile that he knows he won’t see for a while until you finally accept his feelings. 

“The beach?” He pretended to give it a thought before nodding, “yeah, that’s fine. We should get going.” 

“Okay!” You replied, following Dwayne to his bike and hopping on with him, wrapping your arms around his waist in the process. “You’ll love him.”

Dwayne almost wanted to laugh, the displeasure rolling off him in waves which you didn’t seem to notice. However, that displeasure turned into amusement as he realized the implication of meeting your boyfriend at the beach. It was a much better spot to tear him to pieces. It was like a sign how easy you were making this for him. If he didn’t know any better, he would have believed you already fell for him. 

In time though. 

The sound of the motorcycle drifting off into the night, laughing with your best friend would be the last thing you would remember in which you were your happiest. Not understanding the implications that your life would be changed figuratively and literally for the rest of your life. 

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I saw you were looking for a Christmas prompt and I had an idea (you don't have to take it of you don't like it or if you're just feeling finding one you like it by yourself :]) :

If I'm not mistaken it doesn't snow in California right? Let's say that Laddie really wanted to have a snowy Christmas but can't have it, bc there's no snow, and Dwayne buys steals a couple of artificial snow and convince the boys to fly for a little a while spraying "snow" to make Laddie happy, if he happens to ask how is it snowing in California reader would simply say

-Have I ever told you that I'm a witch, kiddo?

-No way! Seriously?

-Yep

-Awesome! I have a vampire and witch parents!

Ok but I swear I just died from the cuteness of this idea!! I had to write it immediately! Laddie deserves snow! As someone who is from Florida and has also never seen snow in her life I know where Laddie is coming from.

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Santa brought us snow! (DwayneXFem!ReaderX Laddie)

Word count: 1,739

Pairing: DwayneXFem!Reader (Romantic) Laddie Fem!Reader (Maternal)

Warnings: Absolute pure fluff!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

You watched as the young boy sighed yet again at the images that hung in the shops, depictions of snow covered houses and roads, cars carrying freshly cut trees and children having snowball fights. Yes these Thomas Kinkade-esk paintings were lovely, but impossible, at least where you were. The lively town of Santa Carla was known for many things, the pier and boardwalk, the runaways, the drifters, the shady passer-throughs, the missing people, and being the murder capital of the world…But what it wasn't known for…Was snow…that was California for you. You were very much used to it, having come from Florida, you had never seen the joyous fluffy powder that caused kids to lose their minds and adults to bundle up around the fireplace. But you were in fact, one of those adults, and Laddie wanted to be one of those kids. 

"I really wish it snowed here" he pouted as the two of you walked along the boardwalk, the boys currently out hunting. 

"Christmas is supposed to look like that" he stated, pointing at another image. 

"But it's never like that here, it's just like every other day"

"But with presents" 

"But with presents," he giggled.

"I know sweetie, if it makes you feel any better, I've never seen snow either" you told him.

"Really?" 

"Nope, it was always too hot where I lived in Florida to snow. I've never had a white Christmas either" you explained, watching as the boy looked back at the image.

"I wish Santa would bring snow this year, for both of us" he stated, and you swore your heart melted. Laddie was such a sweet and gentle child, you wanted to give him the world…and if it was snow he wanted, dang it he was gonna get it…You just had to figure out how.

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"So you want to make it snow for Christmas?" Dwayne asked after you had pitched the idea to him once they returned, Laddie off with Paul and Marko on rides.

"I want to figure out some way, he deserves to feel that sort of Christmas magic" you explained, watching Dwayne give you a small smile as he leaned over the table, taking one of your fries.

"And how do you purpose we do that Princess?" 

"That's where I'm stuck. I know back home, Disney does this thing called snoap, where it's this soap mixture that shoots out of these box things that looks like snow. But I'm not sure what the mixture is" you explained, watching him nod.

"If we found one of those big snow machines to…borrow for a bit that might work, but they are loud, he'd know where the snow was coming from" you added.

"I know there is also a mixture of baking soda and water you can make for fake snow. Or powder that you just add water to that makes fake snow…I'm not sure" you sighed.

"You just want him to have a good Christmas…A memorable one" he smiled.

"Exactly! I'm used to never having seen snow by now. But I know how badly I wanted to see it when I was his age. It was never the same type of Christmas in Florida that you saw plastered everywhere. Now snow, no fireplaces for Santa to climb down to put presents under the tree"

"I still don't see how we teach our kids that a man breaking into your house is ok as long as he has gifts" 

"That's not the point" you laughed, though he was right, it was an odd concept.

"I want to give him that moment that, maybe, Christmas can be magical wherever you are" you explained, saddened by the thought that maybe you wouldn't be able to. But Dwayne just took your hand in his and gave you a soft smile.

"We'll figure something out"

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"Are you sure this will work?" You giggled, looking at the machines that each of the boys held, they honestly looked like some sort of large leaf blower but there were slots on the back end for a large chunk of ice, chunks of ice that the boys had somehow acquired an overabundance of. It had been a couple nights since you had pitched the idea to Dwayne, both of you trying to figure out how to bring it to life, this seemed to be his solution.

"We overheard the guys saying these were the latest and greatest for the snow park places" Paul stated while patting the machine he was holding.

"We already did a test run, you should have seen how confused the couples on the beach were" Marko laughed.

"Oh my God is that snow?!" Paul mimicked a woman's voice while looking over at Marko.

"It can't be, it doesn't fuckin snow in California!" Marko replied, deepening his voice.

"Then what is it?! What if it's poison! I'm getting out of here!" Paul finished in the high pitched voice before they both laughed. You could truly picture these two flying over random couples to terrorize them, safely hidden by the clouds.

"Well I'm glad they bring joy to everyone" you laughed. 

"So how do you purpose we do this?" David asked, looking at you and Dwayne.

"This is your son after all," he added. Even after this much time that still made your heart warm…Your son. Dwayne had treated Laddie like a little brother until you came along, the little boy soon growing attached to you, and when you and Dwayne made it official it didn't take long for the boy to ask if you could be his parents, a question you happily said yes to. 

"We'll wait just a bit for it to get cloudy, then we'll take off. The ice is hidden far enough away so even when we have to get more he'll never know. Y/N you bring the rock box out and turn it up as loud as it can go to cover up any noises from these" Dwayne explained while lifting the machine slightly.

"Sounds like a plan" Paul smiled, Marko and David nodding along.

"Thank you for doing this" you told them all with a smile, you really were beyond thankful to them for helping you give Laddie a Christmas to remember.

"You don't have to thank us Sorella, we want Laddie to be happy too" Marko spoke while sitting down his machine.

"Yeah! Every kid should have at least one magical Christmas!" Paul smiled excitedly.

"And if we can provide that, then we will" David finished, a small smile on his face.

"Now you better go get ready" he added while looking over at the cave.

"Ok, I'll go get everything, be out in ten?" You asked, watching as they all nodded, the clouds overhead becoming denser.

"We'll see you then" Dwayne smiled, leaning down to give you a kiss before you made your way back inside. 

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You and Laddie finished wrapping the last of the gifts for the boys, knowing that tomorrow night you would be watching the boy happily hand them to everyone. You secretly checked your watch for what felt like the hundredth time, before realizing it had been ten minutes already. 

"Ok! So now that we got that done, wanna go outside? We can bring the rock box" you smiled.

"Can we bring your Christmas cassette?!" He asked excitedly.

"Of course!" You nodded, standing up and grabbing the boom box and desired cassette tape. Before the both of you made your way up the stairs.

"Why are we going outside to listen to music though?" He asked once you both got out of the cave.

"Well…I heard that something magical was gonna happen tonight" you smiled, sitting down with him and putting the cassette in, turning the volume all the way up, the boy's cue.

"Magical?" Laddie asked while looking over at you.

"Yup, but we gotta watch for it" you nodded towards the sky, and you both turned to look at the clouds, Laddie very confused, while you were trying to hide your smile. Soon enough you saw the first few specks, and then a few turned into more, until it was slowly drifting down onto the two of you, the wind catching it slightly as it blew it around, making it look even more magical.

"IS THAT?!?" Laddie asked excitedly, jumping up from his spot as he jumped up to catch the cold flakes in his hands.

"IT'S SNOWING! SANTA BROUGHT US SNOW!!" He yelled, and you couldn't help but smile and laugh along with his excitement, you had to quickly blink back the tears as he jumped around, the white flakes landing delicately in his hair and on his jacket, his face upturned as he cheered. It was such a beautiful sight, a pure joy that you rarely feel once you reach adulthood, that childlike joy when you feel like the whole world is magic, and nothing can go wrong. You wanted to capture that joy and let him bask in it forever, never having to worry about anything. It was only the sound of his voice that brought you out of your thoughts.

"I don't understand though, I thought it didn't snow here" he asked while looking over at you, shaking his head to cast off some of the still falling flakes.

"Wanna know a secret?" You asked with a smile, watching him nod.

"Have I ever told you that I'm a witch Sweetie?" You smiled, as his eyes went wide, an expression of pure shock crossing his face.

"No way! Seriously?!" He asked running up to you.

"Yup" you nodded from your sitting position.

"Awesome! I have a vampire and a witch for parents!" He cheered into the night, and you knew that Dwayne was smiling too if he heard that, both of you watching Laddie play in the snow that had gathered on the ground, before running over to you with two big handfuls and throwing it in the air above you.

"Wanna have a snowball fight?" You asked with a smile.

"Yeah!" He cheered before hugging you and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

"You're the best mom, I love you"

"I love you too sweetie" you smiled while hugging him back, giving him a quick kiss as well.

"Snowball fight!" He shouted before running off a bit to grab some snow, and you swore that over the sounds of Christmas music, you could hear four different laughs.

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[beoneofus]

𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 ?

fandom: the lost boys

dwayne x fem! reader

length: long.. ish

warnings: slight blood mention, torn skin mention, kind of a bratty reader? but not in a weird way, sweet and teasing dwayne ( if you count that as a warning haha )

a/n: @oceansrose2002 hasn't had the best day today and since that is my bestie boo, I dedicated this to them. I'd make it gender neutral but I felt like doing another female one? I can do a gender neutral one later on though, if anyone wants that. hopefully this is enjoyable. <3 / ps. not proof read! sorry if there are a lot of spelling errors! /

( unedited, 4.24.22 )

the squealing of a rusted bike chain caught through the windy, summer night air of santa carla. a yell sounded out, one of fright, only seconds later, before the skidding of a tire was heard; followed by the a heavy thud soon after.

hissing through her clenched teeth, the female that fell from her old, out of date bicycle pushed up off of the burning flesh of her palms. she winced, as the cool, ocean air blew against her hand that she had lifted to examine. a nasty scrape covered the heal of her palm; fresh droplets of blood bubbling already, to the slightly dirtied surface. very small pebbles probed the outside surrounding the wound, making it more irritated than it appeared to be.

swallowing, y/n lifted her other hand, in which she had been leaning on, to pick out the jagged rock-clusters. it didn't hurt all that much, until she got to the one that was slightly bigger than the others; plucking it from the torn flap of skin that lingered near the base of her thumb. she bit her bottom lip as a crutch; refusing to let out any pain-filled noises, since she didn't want to seem like a cry baby for getting all bent up over such a small wound.

once the pebble was flicked out of her hold, her ( dark/medium/light ) irises drifted down to look at the new rip in her faded, washed jeans. she huffed, spotting her another scrape; yet this one seemed to be on her knee. this newly spotted wound seemed slightly deeper, too, but thank god no rocks fell into the small gash.

after using her uninjured leg to push the body of the bicycle off of her, she used her other hand, that only held a few scratches, to maneuver herself up off of the dusty side of the road she was on. since the girl was too busy struggling to stand, however, she didn't hear the rushed footsteps coming up behind her.

“ jeez, y/n.. ” the young woman jumped in slight surprise at the new voice; turning to look over her shoulder in fright, to see who exactly had decided to startle her. to her relief, it was only her new boyfriend of exactly four weeks - dwayne.

“ don't sneak up on me like that.. ” y/n huffed, sliding her foot into an awkward, sideways position, while trying her best to push off of the pavement. she must be twisted her ankle as well, though, because it stung to put pressure on it. she whined in frustration; plopping her butt back onto the ground, deciding to give up. “ this is bullshit! ” the female swore, bending the fingers of her hand that was alright, to scrape her nail tips against the ground. “ I feel so helpless! ”

dwayne sighed as he decided to fully near her. orbs falling to the wound on her knee, that was bent in a butterfly-like position, he inhaled sharply; eyes narrowing into slits as he squatted down beside her figure. “ what did I tell you about being careful? ” he grumbled out, staring his girlfriend, who was now sheepishly smiling, down. “ you're always getting yourself hurt.. ”

y/n playfully rolled her eyes, puffing out her cheeks. “ 's not my fault I have bad luck. ” she jutted out her bottom lip, refusing to look him in the eye. “ 'sides, their was a rock in the road that I didn't see.. you can't blame me. ”

“ you didn't see it, because it's almost black out. ” the dark haired male threw back, giving the girl a pointed look once she snapped her eyes onto him, finally. “ I told you not to go out, when it's dark like this. you never seem to listen to me. ”

and y/n knew she didn't listen to him - to anyone, really. but could you blame her? everyone seemed to always baby her. sure, she's had her handful of clumsy accidents, but she was nineteen. she didn't need a babysitter. “ why would I..? you're always telling me what to do. ” she huffed, stubbornly looking away again. her brows drew together, while her lips dipped into a very visible pout. dwayne seemed to find it amusing, however, because the ends of his lips twitched upwards.

“ no need to get all pouty on me, baby.. ” the vampire mumbled, though loud enough for his girlfriend to hear. she didn't respond, but by the small rush of blood that surfaces to her cheeks, he could tell she heard him. “ let me see, ” he gestured to her knee, that began to ache, due to the cold air hitting the wound.

again, y/n said nothing, but she did offer a small shrug. dwayne chuckled at her childishness, before leaning forward; propping his elbow onto his hovering, bent leg while his other knee chose to fall onto the ground in a resting position. taking ahold of her leg, he lifted it; setting the back of her leg against his own, lifted one. she slightly grimaced, which the male had noticed, but made no comment on.

“ you're lucky I keep bandaids on me, for this reason. ” he mused, the small smile on his face twitching once the girl in front of him, scoffed under her breath. “ it doesn't look too bad.. ” dwayne used his other hand, that wasn't gripping her calf, to lightly touch at the reddened skin around the gash. y/n gave out small hisses of air from the fact that his fingers brushed over the sore area, but nothing more. “ it's bleeding, that much is obvious.. and it'll need disinfected when we get back to the cave. but other than that, you seem alright. ”

after brushing away a few specs of dirt that lingered a little too close for comfort, the brunette reached into the back pocket of his jeans. two neon colored bandaids were revealed, which y/n glanced at, and immediately lit up upon spotting them.

“ you remembered! ” the shorter of the two excitedly exclaimed, smiling widely when her eyes met her boyfriends amused filled one. “ you actually remembered that I like those bandaids! ”

“ 'course I did, ” dwayne chuckled lowly, bringing one of the off-white ends of the cover to his mouth. he bit down onto it, only to reel his head back; the seal pealing away to reveal the neon orange bandaid. he set it on his jean-clad thigh, only to repeat the same process with the second one; a neon, baby blue bandaid popping up from the wrapper. “ why wouldn't I remember my favorite girl's, favorite bandaids? ” he teased, flickering his gleaming irises upwards to catch her reaction.

although y/n caught onto the fact that her boyfriend was teasing her, she made no move to snark back; instead, settling to happily grin. “ I'm your favorite? ”

focusing back onto the task at hand, the usually quiet vampire continued to peel the strips off of the back of the blue bandaid; humming in response. “ why wouldn't you be? you're my girlfriend.. ” as he pressed one over one half of the wound, his head lifted; dark brown orbs meeting the woman's own. “ my beautiful girlfriend. ”

soon as the word fell from his lips, the female inhaled softly; biting down onto her lower lip, rolling it between her canines. “ say it again, please? ” she mumbled, very much liking the attention she was receiving. although it wasn't during the best of times, y/n still loved the fact that dwayne was praising her.

“ what? ” peeling off the backs of the other bandaids slowly, he kept eye contact with the flustered girl before him. “ that you're my beautiful girlfriend? ” while he placed the second bandaid on her skin, smoothing the sides out, dwayne watched as his lover happily fluttered her eyes closed; clutching her now balled up hands, to her chest in contentment. he knew she loved the compliments he gave her, which is why he always drank up the view of his beloved going crazy over the loving names.

“ thank you.. ” she mumbled, once she felt his presence closer to her. slowly opening her eyes, she looked into the lovestruck orbs of her boyfriend's; deciding to shyly smile at him once their gazes met head on. “ I know I can be a handful sometimes.. ”

“ more like all the time. ”

“ be quiet, dwayne! ”

dwayne chuckled softly, only to wrap a strong arm around the girl's waist. as he pushed off of the heels of his shoes, he hoisted her up; an amusement filled smirk taking over his lips once he heard her yip in surprise. “ a warning, next time! ” y/n huffed, pressing her hands to the brunette man's chest, once he twisted her body to fit against his own, in a bridal position. “ I hate being picked up unexpectedly. ”

“ you'll have to get used to it when being around me, sweetheart. ” he jeered, managing a small laugh once the girl buried her face into his bicep and groaned. “ alright, I'll stop.. for now. ”

“ you're a jerk, ya' know that? ”

“ of course I do. ”

“ just shut up. ”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #dwayne the lost boys #dwayne tlb #dwayne x reader #dwayne x female reader #y/n insert #x reader #the lost boys imagines

[hooman4ever]

!SFW! TLB x Reader Pride Month HCs

Contains: Gender Ambiguous Reader, Gender Neutral Reader, Lightly Edited

David 

This man enjoyes intimate time together with you so it was no surprise when David proposed a private sort of celebration for pride month. 

David would spend sleepless days planning out what the two of you could do to celebrate pride month. He would overthink every little detail till his brain felt like it was about to implode. In the end, David decides to plan an elaborate bonfire on the shore. Far away from any unneeded eyes- and fangs. 

The two of you would be swaddled up together in a (Insert pride flag of your choice) blanket. Appreciating the special relationship you shared with David and all the people who fought so you both could be there together unafraid of being your authentic selves. 

The both of you would enjoy watching the stars in the night sky while wrapped in one another's arms. 

Paul

Paul would be over the moon about pride month. As soon as it hits midnight pride flags of all sorts would appear in the cave covering any wall room that was already not covered. 

He would be dancing around the cave having a good time when he would grab your hands and drag you along with his senseless antic.

Paul would be talking your ear off spewing ideas of cute and unorthodox activities both of you could do to celebrate pride. 

Everything you’d want to do Paul would be 100% on board with, even if it’s just to be your cheerleader from the sidelines. 

Expect Paul to shout something about Pride month at least once every time you all leave the cave. 

He will also add a lot more sparkles and rainbows to his outfits to celebrate and would adore it if you joined him in wearing eccentric clothing. 

Paul would just waddle up to you one day before offering a monstrously bright article of clothing fully expecting you to wear it. 

Dwayne 

Dwayne is rather quiet and likes to go with the flow instead of planning. What the both of you do during pride month to celebrate will most likely be left to you. 

While you are left to planning Dwayne will still surprise you occasionally with small but meaningful gifts. These gifts would range from things he found while walking around the dock to things he swapped off of unsuspecting meals he had earlier. 

Dwayne when asked will give his honest input to whatever you are planning. Want his opinion on location? He knows just the spot. Need something for decorations? He’s on it.

Dwayne is more content to watch your planning. He enjoys how concentrated you look as you loom over your notebook writing down places and times before finally being done a fun day all planned out for the both of you. 

Marko

Marko isn’t good at planning or sticking to plans therefore so what the both of you end up doing will be more spontaneous. 

The both of you will be out on the dock and next thing you know both you and Marko are out to eat, partying with a group of fellow LGBTQ+ members, or just running down the beachside hand in hand flags in hand while he shouts in joy. 

Every day Marko will wish you a happy pride month while kissing you on the cheek a grin stretching his mouth. 

Marko would randomly run up to you grabbing your hand and dragging you off no matter what you were in the middle of to show/do something with you. Lots of random dancing with this funky man will be done. 

#the lost boys #The Lost Boys 1987 #david the lost boys #david x reader #david x male reader #david x female reader #david x gender neutral reader #paul x reader #paul x female reader #paul x male reader #paul x gender neutral reader #marko x reader #marko x female reader #marko x male reader #marko x gender neutral reader #dwayne x reader #dwayne x male reader #dwayne x female reader #dwayne x gender neutral reader #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys x male reader #the lost boys x female reader #the lost boys x gender neutral reader #hcs #headcanons #happy pride month #pride month #pride month headcanons #slasher headcanons #slasher headcannons

[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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[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ The Lost Boys - Masterlist ~

Poly! Lost Boys

°Become one of us ->fem reader, darker, the boys having their fun

°Pigeon Fathers -> fem reader, fluff

°What kinks/fetishes would they have?

°Broken promise ->fem reader, hurt/angst, fluff, smutish, tw character death, emotional

°It's not your fault ->fem reader, hurt/angst, tiny comfort, death

°Broadway, Bands and Singing->fem reader, fluff

°Santa Carla's Sun and Health Hospital->fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, tiny angst

°Apologetic fight->male reader, hurt/comfort, angst

°The sunny night at the Hospital->fem reader, (sequel to Santa Carla's Sun and Health Hospital), hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

°The true feeling->gn reader, fluff, comfort

°The Lost Boys ~ Yandere Headcanon

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Part.1 ->Submissive Lost Boys series

°Frozen blood is better than ice cream->fem reader, fluff, comfort

°Romantic Szenarios->fem reader, no use of Y/n, fluff

°Halloween costumes - Headcanon->fluff, mention of smutish activities

°We are here for you->male reader, angst, eating disorder/self-harm, hurt/comfort

°Don't cry little bat->Lost Boys x kid reader (platonic)

°Our hearts hold you little bat->fem reader, fluff, comfrot, flirting

°Two creatures in one city->male reader, fluff, blood, flirting

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

David

°Fluff Alphabet

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ David ~ Part.5->fem reader, smut, sub/dom, fire play, hunter/prey

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dwayne

°Fluff Alphabet

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Dwayne ~ Part.3->fem reader, smut, oral sex, body whorshipping, sub!dwayne/dom!reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Paul

°Fluff Alphabet

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Paul ~ Part.2 ->dom!fem reader, smut, teasing, mommy kink, praise kink

°Your smile - Paul x male!reader ->self harm , hurt/comfort, kissing

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Marko

°Fluff Alphabet

°Feelings at night or ?->gn reader, fluff, tiny comfort

°Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Marko ~ Part.4->dom!fem reader, smut, blood kink, knife play

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Michael

°Fluff Alphabet

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#tlb 1987 #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb david #tlb dwayne #tlb paul #tlb marko #tlb michael #male x female #masterlist #tlb david x reader #tlb dwayne x reader #tlb paul x reader #tlb marko x reader #tlb michael x reader

[i-heart-slashers]

Asexual reader rejecting the boys advances.

⤷ female reader, human, asexual, no mentions of race or body type.

🩸— this may become a series of ace!reader x lost boys. i'm not sure what kind of ace it will be? i'm thinking polyromantic ace where it's not sexual but is romantic.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

We don't have to take our clothes off by Jermaine Stewart

Under the neon glow of the boardwalk, you sauntered with an air of confidence, the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore serving as your background music. The atmosphere was alive with laughter and chatter, the vibrant energy infectious as you made your way through the bustling crowd.

You couldn't help but chuckle as the blond rocker, Paul, sauntered up to you with the swagger of a seasoned flirt, introducing himself with a grin.

His enthusiasm was palpable, his steps like a playful dance as he walked backward, narrowly avoiding collisions with passersby. His energy was infectious, reminiscent of a golden retriever eager to make a new friend.

With a mischievous grin, Paul leaned in, his blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. "So, babe, how about it? You and me, a ride on my bike. I promise to hold on tight if you get scared," he teased, practically bouncing excitedly.

You flashed him a coy smile, patting his shoulder as you gracefully sidestepped his invitation. "I'll pass, thanks,". His expression shifted from exuberance to confusion, his excitement deflating like a popped balloon. It seemed he was at a loss for words, stunned by your rejection.

As you continue along the boardwalk, the vibrant lights of the amusement park beckon in the distance, accompanied by the excited screams of thrill-seekers. Ignoring the lingering confusion of Paul behind you, you press on, leaving his bewildered gaze trailing after you.

It wasn't the first time you'd left someone dumbfounded by your response, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. You were accustomed to navigating the dance of rejection, effortlessly sidestepping advances with grace and poise.

Moments later, Paul caught up to you, his easy grin replaced by a more subdued demeanor. "Sorry if I came on too strong," he offered, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "I just thought… well, you seemed interested."

You offered him a reassuring expression, your tone light and playful. "No worries," you replied casually, smirking at the subtle shift in his demeanor. "I'm just not really into the whole riding-on-the-back-of-motorcycles thing, which really means I-want-in-your-pants. Besides, I've got other plans tonight."

The blond's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Other plans, huh? Mind if I ask what they are?" he inquires, his curiosity evident. With a wink, you leave him to ponder your cryptic response as you continue your solitary journey.

Paul walks over to the guys, almost in shock, as he tells them what just really happened. Marko smirks, patting him on the shoulder mockingly, and then proceeds to push past him to 'show him how it's done.'

As you strolled onward, you couldn't help but reflect on the encounter with Paul. It was a familiar dance, one you'd performed countless times before with both men and women alike. Some people didn't take rejection so well at times.

Immersing yourself in the sights and sounds of the bustling boardwalk, you couldn't shake the feeling that tonight held something different, something unexpected.

Before long, another figure stepped beside you, his presence commanding yet strangely comforting. This guy was shorter than Paul but blond, too. His hair was styled in curls, and he had a baby face that also reminded you of a Greek statue from a museum.

Marko introduced himself with a charming smile and a twinkle in his eye, his enthusiasm almost matching Paul's in its fervor. "Hey there, beautiful. Mind if I join you for a stroll?" he asks with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he bites his thumb in a playful gesture.

You allowed yourself a playful smile, intrigued by Marko's forwardness. "Sure, why not?" you replied with a slight shrug. But as the conversation flowed, you couldn't help but notice a familiar pattern emerging, a relentless pursuit that seemed destined to end in rejection.

As you walk together, Marko tries his best to charm you with compliments and jokes, but his efforts fall flat against your steadfast resolve. Despite his best attempts, you sense his growing frustration as you politely deflect his advances.

Eventually, Marko's facade crumbles, his expression a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "I don't understand," he admits with a shake of his head, his shock shining through. "I've never been turned down like this before."

He was the one in the group who could usually best lure people in. A few times during a lure, he only had to look at a woman once, and she was his, but with you, it was like a reversal.

You offer him a sympathetic smile, patting his arm reassuringly. "Hey, it happens to the best of us," you say gently. But trust me, it's not you. It's something else. I'll see you around, Marko." you reassure him, your words echoing with empathy.

With that, you bid Marko farewell as you continued your journey along the boardwalk, leaving him to contemplate your parting words as you forge ahead. He, too, goes back to the guys with a frown; Paul lets out a wild roar of a laugh when he realizes that Marko has struck out.

Enjoying the salty breeze and the sound of waves crashing against the shore, you soon find yourself approached by another guy. With his dark, mysterious aura and brooding demeanor, he exudes an undeniable magnetism.

"Hey there," he says in a low, husky voice as you draw near. "You look like you could use some company. Would you mind if I joined you?" He questions before introducing himself as Dwayne and also keeps a respectful distance.

This was a far cry from Paul's arm that he had slung over your shoulder and Marko's shoulder-to-shoulder walk.

You smile at his straightforward approach, admiring his confidence but also liking how respectful he was off the bat. "I don't mind at all," you reply, nodding for him to fall into step beside you; this was becoming somewhat of a pattern.

Although these guys were weirdly understanding about being shot down. It's clear they're all very handsome, and even though you don't feel anything sexual towards them, you still have eyes, and somehow, you feel safe with the way they react to being rejected.

As you walk together, Dwayne remains mostly silent, his presence a comforting and calming presence at your side. Occasionally, he'll offer a small smile or a nod in response to something you say, but for the most part, he seems content to simply walk in silence.

Despite his quiet demeanor, you find yourself drawn to him, intrigued by the air of mystery that surrounds him. There also feels like an untold story tugging at you, trying to pull you in like a good book in the middle of a rainstorm.

Then again, it felt that way with Paul and Marko, too.

When you finally come to a stop at the end of the boardwalk, Dwayne turns to face you, his expression unreadable but his eyes understanding. "Thank you for letting me walk with you," he says softly, his dark eyes meeting yours. "It was nice."

You return his smile, feeling a sense of warmth and gratitude wash over you. He hadn't tried to ask you out even though you had a feeling that's what his company was for initially. "Anytime," you reply, giving him an appreciative smile before heading off.

After a few minutes, I feel a chill come over me and let out a small gasp seeing yet another guy walking beside me; this one gives off an aura of 'no fucks', and he was the only one who hadn't asked to walk with you but was doing it anyway.

He simply introduced himself as David, then lit up a cigarette.

As you walk together, no matter how hard he tries to charm you, you remain calm and collected, brushing off every flirtatious comment or suggestive wording. It was like David was firing everything he had in his arsenal, but they bounced off you effortlessly.

With each rejection, David's confidence begins to waver, his facade of cockiness slowly crumbling away to reveal a hint of vulnerable confusion beneath. It's clear that he's not used to being turned down, especially by someone as captivating as yourself.

Eventually, David stops abruptly, his expression a mixture of frustration and admiration. "You're something else, you know that?" he says, shaking his head in disbelief. "I've never met anyone like you before."

You smile at his words, feeling a sense of pride swell within you. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," you reply with a soft smile. You realize it's a sad but true statement, but you handle the situation graciously and tactfully.

Offering him a sympathetic smile as you bid him farewell, seeing the other guys standing together not too far away, watching with rapt interest. "Don't take it personally. It's a me thing," you say to David with a slight shrug, as his cool blue eyes can only watch as you continue on your way.

As the night wears on, the Lost Boys find themselves gathered around a crackling campfire, the warm glow casting flickering shadows across their blood-smeared faces. Despite their best efforts, none of them have been able to sway you with their charms, and they can't help but feel a mixture of frustration and disbelief.

"So let me get this straight," Paul says, his brow furrowed in confusion. "None of us were able to win her over? Not even a little?"

David shakes his head, a bemused smile playing at the corners of his lips. "It seems that way," he replies, his tone laced with amusement.

Marko sighs frustratedly, running a hand through his tousled hair. "I still can't believe it," he mutters, his expression mixed with disbelief and admiration. "We've never met anyone like her before."

Dwayne remains silent, his dark eyes twinkling with a knowing glint as he observes the scene unfolding before him.

David breaks the tension with a grin, his confidence undiminished. "Well, boys," he declares, his voice ringing out with a hint of admiration. "I think it's safe to say we've met our match. And what a match she is."

With a collective nod of agreement, the Lost Boys dispersed into the night, their spirits lifted by the thrill of the chase, even if it ended in defeat.

#the lost boys #reader insert #x reader #lost boys #lost boys david #dwayne lost boys #paul lost boys #lost boys marko #slashers #female reader #asexual #asexuality #ace pride #lgbtqia #lgbtq

[americancowgirl19]

Spells and Chaos

Summary: Spells are preformed, and chaos ensues. 

Warnings: violence, spells, threats, angst, fluff

Reader: Female Witch Reader

Pairings: Poly!Lost Boys x Female Reader

Word Count: 2937

A/n: Another part? @thelostboys-posts - @piscesnyx - @stickywinnerpastabakery - @a-marie-a - @cleocat246​ -

Masterlist - Part One - Part Two

Normal wasn’t the easiest thing for the boys to maintain. Every time that boy... what’s his name? Michael? Every time that boy in transition looks at you, stands too close or tries to flirt, you can see murderous intent in all of their eyes.

You had to forbid them from killing him. Keeping Star’s love interest alive is the least you could do for putting her in danger and using her body. You weren’t sure if they were going to listen to you but so far, the kid is still alive. He liked to push his luck, though.

Out on the pier the boys stuck together and caused mischief knowing Max was always watching. People talked about them often, so everything they did somehow reached Max’s ears. That meant they couldn’t suddenly monopolize your attention or cling to you like they wanted. You also had to wander around and seem aloof to everything. It was a rough few days before the full moon.

In the cave, away from prying eyes, was a totally different story. Once it was just the boys, you, Michael and the small child, their true nature came out. They refused to allow Michael within three feet of you, Laddie was still welcome for cuddles, but he was a small child not a hormonal teenager.

“Star, is everything alright?” Michael asks, walking along the beach with you. 

“Why would something be wrong?” You ask, glancing at him. He stops, giving you a strange look. 

“I know I haven’t been around for a while, but you used to hate the other guys. They made you uncomfortable and they’re controlling but now you’re all over them. What’s going on?”

“There’s a lot of things you don’t understand,” You try to vaguely explain to him. “Just give me some time, alright?” You ask, trying your best to be flirtatious but it felt wrong. You grabbed his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze while stepping close to him. Just like that you could tell you had him wrapped around your finger. Deep down men are all the same. A flirty smile, soft words, and a little touch can go a long way. “Everything will be better after the full moon but until then just keep quiet and be patient... Can you do that for me?” Michael nods mutely. “Good,” You perk, kissing his cheek before withdrawing from him completely.

“Hey Star! Let’s go!” David shouts from the road. You give Michael another playful wink to help calm him down before skipping over to your mate. You climb onto the back of his bike, holding him close. The instant your secured around him he takes off with the boys in tow leaving Michael behind in their dust.

When the five of you reach your little piece of home they turn the bikes off, coming to your side in an instant. Normally, they’d spend the entire night terrorizing the town but until they could do that openly with you by their side, they were always eager to return home.

“If you touch him again, I won’t care that you want to keep him alive for Star. I’ll slaughter him where he stands,” David says, turning to face you after climbing off the bike.

“Even if it’s in the middle of the pier? With the whole town watching?” You wonder, stepping toe-to-toe with him. Your eyes remained locked together, your hand lifting and sliding past his jacket to touch his chest. 

You hum when one of your boys, your beautiful Paul, presses up against your back. His large hands grip your hips, and he rubs against you.

“I’ll string him on top of the Ferris wheel so that everyone can have a good view of what happens when you touch our girl,” David vows, pinching your chin. You hum, arching into him, Paul squeezing your tighter.

“Sexy...” You whisper. “Unnecessary but sexy,” You comment, sending him a wink before slipping from their arms. David growls following after you as Paul hops to your side, his arm draping around your neck. They both wanted nothing more than to grab you, shove you against the nearest wall and fight for dominance knowing you’d never just submit to either of them. 

If only you weren’t in Stars body...

You were beginning to hate being in this body. You missed yourself and you hate not being able to be more intimate with the boys. They refused to go any further than innocent touches and intense cuddling while you’re in Star. You appreciated the sentiment, but you haven’t been with anybody since you left them, and you were becoming impatient.

Eventually the night of the full moon came. You were beyond nervous, doubtful thoughts creeping into your mind, but you knew you had to ignore them. You had to try and free them from Max - you’ve been successful before you can do this.

But you’ve never gone against a vampire like Max. He’s the strongest one you’ve ever encountered, not to mention this one is personal with everything on the line. You’ll have to perform the spell quickly knowing that he’ll sense the spell in motion the instant you start.

“Hey, flower,” Marko whispers, coming in front of you, gently pulling you from your thoughts. He gives you a smile, resting his hands on your hips. “You doing, ok?”

“I’m scared,” You whisper, confiding in him. He nods slowly, lifting a hand to caress the side of your face.

“Yeah, we are too,” He laughs a bit. You huff, laying your head on his shoulder. “We have faith in you. All you gotta do is preform your witchy woo and let us handle anything else,”

“What if I fail?” You whisper, clutching him tighter. He doesn’t hesitate to hold you closer, his head rubbing against yours.

“This is our all or nothing, princess. No matter what, we’re not dealing with Max ever again. If we fail, then we’ll just find each other in another life,” Marko shrugs. “We’ll have our happily ever after,” He promises. 

“Thank you, Marko,” You whisper, giving him one last squeeze. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Do you have everything you need?” Dwayne asks, coming up to you only when you pull from Marko not wanting to interrupt any comfort you need.

“Yes,” You nod, adjusting your bag. “I’ve scouted a spot in the woods. We should get going. The spell will take a while and Max will know when I start... He’ll try to stop it,”

“We’ve got you, babe,” Marko promises, Paul coming up behind you. 

“Just a couple more hours and we’re free,” Paul whispers in your ear. “And you can return to your body, and we’ll be free to truly celebrate our reunion. That sound good, baby?” 

“Perfect,” You whisper, leaning back against him. “Come on,” You mutter, pulling from Paul leading your boys out of the cave. You all climbed onto the bikes, David pulling you towards his like always - he loved to hog you when you all road the bikes.

You directed them away from the boardwalk and beach, deep into the forest. Eventually you ditched the dirt bikes and continued to lead them to the spot you had found.

“So, how does this work?” David asks when you reached your destination. 

“How this works is that I perform the spell and you stay out of my way and be quiet,” You state with a sly grin on your face. The other three grin having remembered what you were like when performing spells. You didn’t like to be interrupted.

You drew a circle with specific symbols inside before lighting six fires. One for each of your boys, one for yourself, and one for Max. You then took out the vials of blood and clippings of hair.

“Are those ours?” Paul couldn’t help but to ask. You hummed. 

“And when did you get them?” David asks, crossing his arms.

“You are heavy sleepers,” You answered with a smirk.

“Sick,” Marko grinned, excited to see you in action again.

“Now, when I burn these, you’ll feel a sensation. I’m binding all of us to this spell and I’ll be able to cut the tether Max has on us all. When I do Max’s, he’ll instantly know what’s going on,” You warn.

“We’ll be ready for him,” Paul assures you, the other hissing in agreement.

“Alright then,” You whisper. “Let the games begin,”

One by one you bind the boys to the spell, the fires roaring when you add the blood and hair. You then do yourself, saving Max for last. You give them each a look, only when they silently encourage you do you complete the binding.

From there you close your eyes and whisper the incantations as quickly and precisely as you can. You hold your hands over the fires, the flames becoming warmer by the second.

“He’s coming,” You whisper, sensing your brother on the move. The boys perk in alert. “He knows where we are,”

“Keep going,” Dwayne quickly urges, sensing the spell dying out as your attention diverts. “Trust us to handle this, just break the bond,”

“We’ll protect you,” David vows.

“Don’t get yourselves killed or this will be all for naught,” You whisper, opening your eyes for a moment.

“Trust us,” Dwayne urges. You give a sigh and a nod before returning to the spell.

“I knew something was going on,” Max says, arriving to the field you have chosen. “Looks like my sister has returned and is already getting to work,”

“We won’t be your slaves anymore,” Paul snarls. Max smirks, letting out a laugh.

“And what makes you think you’ll escape from me?” He asks. “You really think a little spell is going to break the sire bond?” 

“You’ve always underestimated her,” David said.

“On the contrary, I’ve always known what she’s capable of. I knew she’d return for you all eventually and when you guys started to act differently, Star included, I knew she had returned,” Max said. “My only saving grace was the fact that there was a couple of days between her arrival and the full moon, giving me time to prepare for whatever she had planned,”

“You’re too late,” Marko says bravely.

“We’re not letting you near her,” David states, bringing Max’s attention back to him. “And soon she’ll be done with the spell, and it’ll be us against you. And admit it, old man, you’re out of practice,”

“I can admit that, but it seems that you’ve underestimated me, David. What a pity,” Max whispers. The boy’s glance at themselves before spinning around when they heard your gasp loudly.

You’re kneeling on the ground, hunched over with your hand covering your side. The scent of blood fills their noses as your side begins to bleed. Paul races to your side but Dwayne stops him short.

“Let me go!” Paul snarls.

“If you break the circle the spell will be interrupted and she’ll have to start over,” Dwayne snarls in his ear.

“What’s happening to her?” Marko asks, frantically standing on the edge of the border. 

“You’re all so focused on keeping me from breaking the circle that none of you have thought to protect her true body. It’s open for the taking, her protection spell was easy to break once she begun this ritual,”

“Fuck,” Paul curses, prepared to leave the forest and get to your body but then Max’s stupid demon dog arrived with a handful of fresh vampires.

“So, you all can make the decision between racing for her true body and maybe saving her from death or staying here and try to keep us all out of that circle. Either way, that spell isn’t going to be completed,”

Their attention returns to you when you scream, falling onto your back. More wounds make themselves known, killing you slowly.

Marko lashes out first, killing the first newborn vampire beside him. This triggers the fighting, all four of them desperately keeping the vampires away from your circle.

Amazingly, through your pain, you try to continue the spell. It works slowly which makes Max all the more desperate to stop you.

“We have to get to her body!” Paul shouts, ripping a random man’s head off.

“Marko!” David shouts. “You’re the fastest, go!” He orders. Marko snarls kicking the demon dog away from him and across the forest before jumping into the air.

“Do not let him reach her!” Max shouted orders. A few vampires manage to get past the boys, but they trusted Marko to handle them.

“I don’t have much left,” You whisper, feeling your energy wane. Dwayne turns from the fighting and kneels as close to you as possible.

“Save your energy, princess,” Dwayne whispers. “You staying alive is much more important than completing this spell,” 

“Do you really think he’ll let us live after this?” You whisper, pulling yourself closer to him. Neither of you break the circle. “This chance is all we have,” Dwayne huffs, whining slightly in frustration.

“Is there anything we can do?” He asks, keeping his eyes on you as you look past him to Paul and David, both of whom have finished off the rest of the vampires and are taking on Max.

“Kill him the instant this spell is over,” you tell him.

“With pleasure,” He snarls, with a sadistic grin. “Give it your all, baby,” 

You nod tiredly watching him turn to his brothers and aiding them in their fight. You muster up as much energy as you can and begin the spell once more. You can feel the end of the spell coming. You’re so close and even as you feel another wound appearing on your back you push to the end.

When the spell is complete the fires all go out at once. When the sudden darkness appears, everyone pauses. They all stare at you, the moon light shining brightly.

“It’s done,” You whisper. “Kill him,” You snarl. They boys don’t bother holding back, tearing into Max as you collapse onto the forest floor.

When you awake, you’re lying on the bed inside the cave. Your entire body is stiff, and your head feels like it’s splitting open. You don’t recall what made you feel this way at first but as you sit up and massage your skull the memories slowly return.

“Y/n?” Marko asks, hesitantly. Your eyes open and turn to look at him. He’s standing a few feet, looking unsure as if he wasn’t convinced you were you.

“Is he dead? Did it work?” You ask, your heart hammering in your chest. The second it takes for him to reply is the most intense moment you remember experiencing; a million possibilities race through your mind causing you to almost miss his answer.

“He’s gone, flower... You did it,” Marko reassures you with the widest grin. Your head slowly processes his words.

“He’s gone...” You whisper. “He’s really gone...”

In a way you couldn’t believe it. You don’t remember a moment of your life where Max wasn’t controlling the way you lived. Even when you disappeared, he had a hold of you through your mates. You’ve never experienced freedom before and now that you suddenly had it... what were you going to do?

“Y/n!” Paul shouts, shoving past Marko practically leaping onto the bed. You laugh forgetting about your soreness and headache as the happiness of your success takes over.

Paul shoves you onto you back and connects his lips with yours. Your arm wrap around his back, your nails clawing at him desperately. Paul moan slipping between your legs, grinding against you needily.

It’s only when he pulls away - more like when Marko rips him off of you so that he could get a kiss - did you realize you’re in your original body. You didn’t know where Star was, and you had every intention to ask about her but then Marko was kissing you and you easily got sidetracked.

“I’m so fucking proud of you,” Marko whispers against your lips.

“We missed you so much,” Paul adds, lying beside you, his lips going to your neck.

“Star?” You manage to get out, though you struggled to focus as your two boys groped, grinded, and kissed every inch of your body while pulling at your clothes.

“At Michaels safe and sound,” David assures you. Your eyes go to the end of the bed seeing David watching with lust filled eyes and Dwayne beside him. 

“They have Laddie with them. All human,” Dwayne continues, pushing Marko to the side so he could climb on top of you. “And now Max is gone and you’re back in your body... and we have you all to ourselves,”

“It’s been too long,” You whine, arching into him begging for his touch, his kiss, his anything. Unable to hold himself back, he gives you both what you desperately need - a sweet yet borderline pornographic kiss meant to stake a claim more than anything.

Dwayne straddles your hips and leans back. You chase after him, not wanting to break the addicting kiss. David slips behind you, grabbing a fist full of hair (if you have the hair for it otherwise, he grabs your chin and forcefully turns your head to him) and pulls you back against him stealing your lips from Dwayne.

With Dwayne in your lap, David at your back, and Marko and Paul at your sides you feel more complete than you’ve ever felt before. The loneliness and longing you’ve felt throughout the years are finally over. Now that you have them, and your freedom, you’ll never give either up.

#poly!lost boys #poly!tlb #tlb 1987 #The Lost Boys 1987 #david x reader #paul x reader #paul x female reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #Female reader #marko x reader #dwayne x reader #witch!reader #vampire #hybrid!reader #The Hybrid and Her Mates fic

[misslavenderlady]

F is for Fight 😡

Dwayne/Female!Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Summary: You're angry with Dwayne, and a slip of the tongue lands you in hot water. Buckle up, baby. You're gonna get punished for being a bad girl~

This is a gift for @ghoulgeousimmaculate as it was inspired by both her Yandere Alphabet series and her fic T.L.C. 💖 It's also sequel to the fic Baby Come Back.

It has some references to her stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS CAREFULLY!!

(I know the gif of Billy isn't from Lost Boys, it just fit the look I needed)

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Arguing, Punishment, BDSM (Dom/Sub, Impact play), Spanking (like the hard punishment kind, not the fun kind), Use of a belt, Degradation, Emotional Manipulation, Crying, Bruising, Power Imbalance, Hypnosis, Dumbification, use of the word "Daddy", Dub-Con, Trauma, PTSD, Aftercare

You loved Dwayne. No matter what happened, you would always love him. He was your darling. Your mate. The father of the child you adopted together. Nothing would ever make you lose the affection you held for him.  

But that didn't mean he didn't have moments where he absolutely infuriated you. 

Dwayne was naturally a very protective person. He always followed you close, like a handsome shadow. That itself wasn't a problem. What WAS a problem was how he felt the need to take control over everything in your life. What you ate, what you wore, where you went at night. There was always something new for him to influence. 

He claimed he did this so you didn't get hurt or lost. That it was his way of taking care of you so you wouldn't have anything to worry about. You knew better than that. He was controlling everything so you wouldn't leave. 

And tonight you were calling him out on it.

"Angel, please-"

"Don't you 'angel' me, Dwayne! I told you to cut this shit out!" you scolded him. It was just the two of you in the cave. You knew he didn't like when you chewed him out when others were around. 

"I'm not a child, I'm a grown woman! I don't need you holding my hand on everything I do. I'm so tired of this!"

Dwayne kept a soft expression, giving you the ol’ puppy-dog-eyes trick. He always wanted to be so gentle and sweet when the two of you were together. But you weren’t having it today. You stood your ground, no matter how much you adored his brown eyes. 

"But you can't handle that on your own, baby! I need to take care of you, and that's too much for you to handle"

Now you were furious. Your face felt hot and your blood was boiling. The temper inside was rising fast. You just couldn’t believe him.

"Going to the store to get myself a goddamn cup of coffee is TOO MUCH TO HANDLE?" you shouted. "I can't believe this! You need to back off, Dwayne! You make me feel so small and dumb, and I’ve had enough! I…I just…"

The words spilled out of your mouth before you could even think.

“I HATE YOU!”

It was a mistake. A terrible, stupid, grave mistake. You fucked up BAD. 

Regret and fear washed over you, drowning you in terror as you realized what you did. Your hand slapped over your mouth and your body trembled as you helplessly watched your beloved vampire shift entirely right before your eyes.

The warmth in Dwayne’s eyes had extinguished, a deep coldness taking its place. His face was pure stone, the structure, and expression hardened and sharp. His stance was stronger and taller as if he was physically growing to look down at you. There was no love to be seen. No affection or worry or care for you.

“What did you just say?”

Fuck, it was as if a demon had risen from hell, calling you out for your sins. The trembling in your hands only kicked up. Your fingers shook terribly as you held them up in defense. Your legs weren’t doing much better. The knees buckled and threatened to give out as you slowly backed up. Dwayne only frightened you more with every step he took too.

“D-Dwayne, honey, I didn’t me-mean it!” you whimpered. He didn’t so much as blink at you. It was like he had transformed into a statue. “I-I’m sorry…!”

The sounds of your pathetic apologies were silenced by the swift move of his hand, grasping around your arm and pulling you forward. 

“You will be”

He dragged you into the cave alcove, his grip iron-tight and strong, like the shackle of a chain. No matter how badly you shook or how much you tried to wiggle away, he kept his hold on you. Dwayne truly was a powerful creature, and even now he was holding back on you. Even so, the darkness in his eyes told you he was itching to be worse. MUCH worse.

No time was wasted with him. He sat down on the chair in the center of the room, holding you still with one hand and bringing the other forward to force down your jeans and panties. A frightened squeak escaped your lips as cold air rushed around your skin. He was your mate, and mates were supposed to keep each other warm. All you felt as he roughed you up was pure ice. No heat and no love to share.

“First part of your punishment is impact,” he growled, roughly tugging you down over his lap. “Fifteen spanks. Count them out, and say ‘I’m sorry’ after each one. You fuck up, I start again and add more. Got it?” 

You were absolutely dumbfounded. Dwayne was never this cruel with you. The words you spoke had truly broken his heart. The pain in your very soul would have been enough if he hadn’t distracted you with a sharp slap to your ass. 

“Answer me!” he demanded. 

“I-I got it, D-Dwayne!” you cried out. “O-ONE! I’m sorry!”

God, did it ache. One spank and the stinging sensation was already beginning. He didn’t waste any time before bringing his hand down again. He grunted as his hand hit the flesh, roughness on your soft, tender parts.

“Two!! Aah…’m sorry!!”

Being very intimate with one another, Dwayne had done his fair share of spanking with you. In the past, it had been romantic and sexy. He massaged you in between each hit, teasing you with his magic hands before giving you a playful swat. It did sting, but it was just the right amount of pressure to make you moan, not cry.

This was not one of those times. Your eyes were starting to prick with tears as he hit you again and again. He wasn’t giving you a break or taking it slow. This truly did feel like a punishment. As you blabbered out each number and apology, you wanted to burst out into tears. You felt terrible for what you did. The pain you made him feel was given back with such aggressiveness. 

“Si-six…mmff!...s-sorry.!!” 

It wasn’t just soreness. It BURNED. Unlike other times when he gave equal attention of his hits to your thighs and pussy in between spanks, all the pressure was hitting the same spot on your ass. You didn’t get a break at all. Tears slipped down your cheeks as they kept coming and coming.

“Ten - no no! Nine! NINE! I’M SORRY, DWAYNE!” you frantically apologized. Your body couldn’t take more than what he was planning. You hoped it was going to be enough to excuse your mess up.

And then the faint clinking sound greeted your ears. Your eyes went wide and your voice whimpered helplessly. He was taking off his belt.

“What a shame,” he simply said. “You were making such good progress. Guess I’m gonna have to bump it up to twenty”

Your heart sank. Iciness shot through your veins. A thick, painful lump was forming in your throat. Why did you have to mess it up when you were so close to the end??

Before you could add to the way you were internally kicking yourself, the hand was brought down again. The belt came with it. No mistaking it, that was real, grade-A leather hitting your skin. 

“Don’t make me rack it up to thirty. You better get it right this time. Say it like you mean it,” he ordered. 

It was so much worse. All the pain you had made him feel was coming to life as he brought the belt down. The material was bad enough, but the metal in the loops and buckle added sharp jolts that made the agony stretch out longer.

“You really broke my heart, baby girl,” he sighed, swatting at you again. You blubbered so pathetically, yet you would not forget your numbers or words this time. “Why would you say such a cruel thing?”

“TH-THREE! Aah…fuck, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, D-Dwayne! I just slipped out!”

You really were telling the truth. At the beginning of your disagreement, you wanted to rationally talk about things. Say what was bothering you and communicate like an adult. But that’s not how Dwayne saw it. He saw his baby acting up and it made him want to put her back in her place. You hated yourself for what you said.

“I feed you. I clothe you. I spoil you rotten with everything,” he went on. SMACK! The leather was so fucking loud, it made you tremble with each hit. “I even adopt Laddie with you so you can have the family you wanted so badly. And THIS is how you repay me? By saying you hate me?”

“Oowww!! Fu…FIVE! I’m sorry!!”

Your skin was in agonizing pain. Though part of you had gone numb, the sharp hits were still clear as day. It made you full-on sob now, tears pouring in large puddles out of your eyes and staining Dwayne’s jeans below you. The stains grew in size as more strikes came.

“I don’t get it. Don’t you love me, baby?” SMACK. “Don’t you love Laddie?” SMACK.

Playing at your heartstrings only made the guilt skyrocket. You wept into the denim fabric, shaking and sobbing so harshly. Of course, you did. Of course, you loved them! You would die without your mate and your little boy. It would be a cold day in hell before you ever left them. It was so stupid to let your emotions get the better of you, and now you were paying dearly for it.

Yet still, you counted.

“TEN, I’m sorry! ELEVEN! I’m sorry!! I love you, Daddy! Pl-Please!”

You weren’t even thinking now. In moments of weakness when you felt so frightened and needy, you called Dwayne by “Daddy” instead. It was absolutely a sex thing for you two, but more often than not, it was your way of saying he was in charge. He had control. You were just a poor, little human who couldn’t even pick what to eat for dinner, let alone make big life choices.

Though you couldn’t see it, the faintest smile tugged at Dwayne’s lips. He was breaking you. His baby was coming back to him. But he wasn’t done yet.

He kept crooning his disappointment with the absolutely diabolic smacks. Bright, red marks were quickly shifting into deep, purple bruises. You wouldn’t be able to move properly for weeks. Hell, you couldn’t even imagine moving. If Dwayne forgave you, he would have to carry you everywhere. It pleased him immensely when he influenced things to make you rely on him.

“Ooh my poor little mama~” he sighed, tossing the belt aside to switch back to his hand. He missed the burn of the heat coming off your skin. “Look what you made me do. If you had just let Daddy take care of you, I wouldn’t have to put you over my knee like this”

SMACK!

“What’s next? Soap in your mouth?”

SMACK!!

“Make you stand in the corner?”

SMACK!!

“Send you to bed without your food?”

SMACK!!!

“You wanna act like a brat, I’ll treat you like a brat. You would die out there without me. I don’t ever wanna hear you say that again. Got it?”

It was getting damn-near impossible to speak. All that came out was garbbled messes that vaguely sounded like the numbers you were counting and the apologies you were giving. It was all too much. Your spirit was breaking down. Though you were reaching the end, you feared what would happen if you messed up again. 

“D-Daddy….” you cried. Fingers gripped at his leg to keep you from moving around too much. If you got too squirmy, you feared more punishment awaited you. Your eyes were puffy and your face was flushed as you turned slightly to face him. 

“I’m….sorry….I…l-love you….”

In a moment of clarity, Dwayne stopped his hand. At that point, he was at fifteen. The number of your original punishment, and just five shy of completing your second round. He was a man who sought things out to the end. Good on his word, especially if his word had a threat to it.

Yet he gazed into your blown-out pupils and pathetic expression and realized how much he hated doing this. The remorse in your eyes was real. His sweet girl didn’t mean what she said. The love was there, she just had forgotten her place as his mate. It killed Dwayne to see you so defeated. So he gave you a hint of mercy.

He lightly tapped your ass for the last five spanks. They still hurt since he was messing with your bruises, but now you could actually breathe and think again. Instead of screaming out your counting, you could say it softly, allowing some recovery for your voice. You got all the way to twenty, softly adding your apologies with each one.

"That's it….that's a good girl…" he purred. Any anger he held before was fizzled out. He was back as your sweet, gentle caretaker. "It's all done. No more counting. You did as I asked, mama"

You couldn't move on your own. Every inch of your body hurt like it was burned by the fires of hell itself. Dwayne knew this and did his best to help make you comfortable. He carefully slid your clothes off, letting you be naked. Slowly he moved you so he could lay you down on the bed that was set up on the other side of the room. 

You were on your stomach, of course. There was no way you'd be able to sit or be on your back for a good, long time. Dwayne whispered soft praises as he pulled a blanket over you and slipped your favorite stuffed animal next to you. 

The sobbing had quieted down into soft sniffles. You were grateful to have the old Dwayne back, but some recovery time was still needed. Thankfully, he knew that. He brought you pain medicine, a glass of water, a heating pad, more pillows, and your phone so you could be nice and comfy. 

"Now then," he stated, leaning down to meet you at eye level. "I forgive you. I know you didn't mean what you said. We love each other, baby. That's never gonna change, right?"

You nodded sheepishly. Dwayne took amazing care of you. There was never any worry about work, money, or personal problems when he was around. You should have just let him get you the coffee you wanted. You should let him do everything for you. 

"Good girl," he praised, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "Now then. You remember what I said before? About that being your first part of the punishment?"

For a moment your heart started pounding again. You couldn't take another round of pain. Dwayne must have sensed this because he smiled softly and stroked your cheek to ease your worries. 

"Don't fret, angel. It's just a little one. I'm just gonna turn off that pretty little head for a bit so you remember who's the one that does the thinking for you"

His warm, chocolate eyes began to burn, swirls of yellow, orange, and red taking over. 

Fuck. Not this again!!

You still remembered how dumb you acted all those months. It has taken a whole year and a half of being a stupid, giggly little idiot who followed Dwayne around like a puppy before he granted you back your intelligence. Things had worked out for you as mates, but to lose control of your mind again was worse than any beating. 

"Shhhh don't cry, baby. It's only for the rest of the night," he cooed. Already you could feel the memories and the ideas and all your knowledge slip away. "Consider it a reminder that you can't be without me"

That was the last thing he said before sucking out the remaining thoughts that took up space in your brain. 

Back again was the sweet little dummy he so adored. Nothing but a dopey smile and a vacant look in your eyes. 

You smiled dreamily at him, snuggling up in bed with only the thought of loving Dwayne and letting him do everything for you. When he was satisfied with his work, he smiled and kissed you softly before stepping away and pulling the curtain of the room down to give you some privacy. 

While you were napping in the room he chose to relax in the lobby. Reading over a random book on the couch by himself. It was quite peaceful until he heard the familiar sound of a little kid running into the cave. 

The others were off to do their own thing, but Laddie ran straight to Dwayne, eyes wide with excitement and arms held out for a hug.

"Papa! I'm home!" he cheerfully shouted. Dwayne's smile widened as he eagerly greeted the little vampire with a hug. It always warmed his undead heart to be able to call Laddie his child. 

"Hey, buddy! Didya have fun at the arcade with your uncles?" 

Laddie nodded eagerly. He was still hyped up on his sugar buzz from all the goodies he got. But before he could start rambling about all the cool stuff he did, he looked around the room in curiosity. He seemed a bit confused. 

"Where's Mama? I missed her!" 

Dwayne bit back an evil smile. It would be a while before you were presentable enough to visit. Laddie didn't have to know the ways Mommy and Daddy had their own fun. So he shrugged and gave a simple answer. 

"Oh she's just resting, buddy," he said. "Mama needed a time out"

#the lost boys #dwayne x reader #dwayne the lost boys #female reader #tlb #Nsft #Smut

[mamaskullz]

~Mommy~

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┊┋ Pairing:Marko x black!fem reader

┊┋ The Queen of The Damned/The Lost Boys AU

┊┋ Notes: the reader is a vampire, the

┊┋daughter of Akasha

┊┋ Tw: light graphic, lewd dream

┊┋Content:18+ MDNI, mature content:

┊┋sex with minimal plot, unprotected sex, oral

┊┋(m and f receiving)

┊┋choking, spitting, cunnilings

┊┋cowgirl, riding, Nipple sucking, handjob

┊┋ mentioned “mommy” "goddess" "baby boy"

┊┋ praises, blood kink, light degradation, begging

┊┋ fdom, mdom/msub, masturbation

┊┋ no.1

┊┋ Sequel to An Unforgettable Night part 2

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After the meeting with you at the boardwalk, the boys commenced strategizing on their journey back to the cave, contemplating the next encounter with you. Each one of them longed to catch another glimpse of you, a stunning goddess unlike any they had ever seen before.

"She is a powerful woman, one we should not take lightly.", David said informing the boys while getting ready for their slumber. "She is so beautiful.", The rest of the boys nod when Paul mentions your beauty, they are obsessed with the way you looked, and your blood made them yearn for more. They all discuss their plans for you, there are plenty of plans on what they want to do with such a beauty, they all discuss how they are going to enjoy you once they have you, they make sure to plan it out carefully and thoroughly, they all cannot wait.

Marko pondered upon the encounter, his mind fixated on the elusive words whispered in his ear. The sun began to ascend, signaling the boys to retreat and seek shelter from the penetrating light. Taking advantage of their flight capabilities, they assumed a bat-like position, hanging upside down within the safety of a cave. As Marko dangled, his thoughts consumed him, intensifying his yearning for you - your essence, your physical presence. His mouth watered, and he found himself muttering incoherently as he gradually succumbed to slumber, under the influence of your manipulative powers, within the realm of his dreams.

In Marko's Dream

As Marko soared through the darkened skies, he became aware of a familiar voice calling out his name, urging him to find its source. The beckoning sound resonated deeply within him, captivating his senses. Your voice, in particular, possessed an enchanting allure that he found impossible to resist. Determined to reach you, Marko pushed himself to his limits, propelling through the air with unparalleled speed. His heart pounded in his chest, fueled by a surge of adrenaline, as he raced towards the origin of your captivating call.

Flying closer to the sound of you , your voice sounds more and more irresistible, more and more seductive. He sees you up on the balcony as the weather clears up for him to see you, he sees you in his most desireful dream. In this dream he can't wait to get to you. Marko is flying so fast and so quick to get to you, he wants to fly through the windows and to be in your arms. Marko's desire is so strong he wants to hold you and to kiss you.

Landing on his feet on the balcony he couldn't see you as he calls out for you. "Anippe! Anippe! I'm here! Where are You!", He calls for you beckon before you speak again. "Marko~ Come Here Marko~", Hearing you as it was coming from inside, Marko couldn't see what from inside not realizing his feet was walking towards the darkness that was coming from the inside, looking around for you only to be met with hands behind him wrapping your arms around his torso making him turn around towards you now coming face to face with you.

Upon catching sight of your countenance, Marko instantly recognized that he had entered a state of bliss. Your impeccable beauty captivated him to the point where he couldn't divert his gaze, and he found himself completely entranced by the allure within your eyes. This was the ultimate longing he had fervently sought after.

Embracing him, you enveloped him with a sense of overwhelming emotion, as if your hug was the epitome of intimacy. Your exquisite allure and irresistible charm left him utterly infatuated. Marko's heart raced uncontrollably, unable to resist being captivated by your beauty, as if it were comparable to that of a goddess.

While playfully denying Marko the opportunity to kiss you, you persistently whispered, asking him, "Do you long for my presence?" The tantalizing words escaped your lips as you teased and enticed him, leaving him yearning to taste your essence.

While playfully denying Marko the opportunity to kiss you, you persistently whispered, asking him, "Do you long for my presence?" You tantalizingly teased and taunted him, brushing your lips against each other's, as he yearned to taste your kiss. In a seductive tone, you inquired, "Do you crave my affection?"

"You don't know how very much I desire you; you are so gorgeous and irresistible. Your beauty makes me hunger for you, like your blood is calling me to feast in your sweetness." Marko is overwhelmed by his intense desire for you; your stunning appearance and irresistible charm captivate him completely. Your beauty ignites a deep longing within him, as if your essence beckons him to indulge in your delightful presence. He can hardly contain his excitement; he yearns to savor every moment with you, to embrace and relish in your essence. The mere thought of your alluring sweetness drives him to the brink of madness.

"Then beg for it, it's that simple", Speak softly to him and gently request it, as it is a straightforward matter. As you do so, let your hand slide into his pants, feeling the lingering hardness that you aroused when you first encountered each other at the boardwalk. Begin to caress and stimulate him.

"Please, *please* let me taste your sweet blood, I need to feed on you, I need to consume you, your beauty has driven me insane.", Marko pleaded desperately, urging you to grant him the privilege of savoring your exquisite blood. The insatiable desire to consume you overwhelmed him, as your captivating beauty had driven him to the brink of madness. With your hand caressing him incessantly, his longing intensified to an unbearable level. The intensity of your touch clouded his thoughts, rendering him incapable of rational thinking. His sole fixation became the insatiable craving to feast upon you, as his hunger had completely consumed him. He yearned to possess you, to have you entirely for himself.

As a smirk graces your face, you draw closer and share an ardent, tender kiss with him. The sound of his gentle moans fills the air as your lips meet, while you delicately caress his arousal through his trousers. Transitioning from his lips to his neck, you give his manhood a gentle squeeze, skillfully stroking it to ensure he feels each and every touch. Marko whispers, "Please, take care of me," causing a delightful shiver to run down your spine. Smirking, you relish in the power he has bestowed upon you and take pleasure in sinking your teeth into his neck, savoring the exquisite taste of his blood.

Marko's transformation from Dominant to Submissive was unexpected, but it turns out he had always harbored secret desires to be submissive, particularly to Paul. However, since his encounter with you, he has discovered a newfound willingness to be dominated by you. As you increase the intensity of your strokes on his cock, Marko's head tilts back, his cries of pleasure filling the air and gratifying your senses. "You're such a well-behaved boy," you praise him, while maintaining a steady rhythm, feeling his throbbing member glide against your fingertips.

"Please take care. Please take care of your Good-boys cock.", Marko, as he expresses his desires towards you. His warm breath on your neck carries the enticing scent of your blood, tempting him to come closer. Slowly, he opens his mouth, retracting his fangs to taste your blood. However, he is abruptly stopped by a firm grip on his cock, causing him to cry out in pain. As a small punishment, you release your hold on him, leaving him in a state of arousal. With a commanding tone, you question his eagerness, reminding him that he is not permitted to taste you without permission. He responds in a whimpering manner, confessing his desire to taste you like David did. He pleads for your forgiveness, expressing his remorse. The pleas escape his mouth, accompanied by various sounds of desperation. As you gaze at him with desire, you push him onto the bed.

Marko reclines on the bed, captivated by your enchanting allure as if time slowed down. He observes your hair gracefully swaying, while your reaches up to untie the strings on your dress, causing the delicate spaghetti straps to slip off your shoulders, unveiling your alluring figure with tantalizingly rigid nipples. This sight leaves Marko breathless, in awe of your stunning physique. As your dress gracefully descends, revealing more of your body, he cannot contain his anticipation any longer. However, before he can proceed, you gently place your hand on his face, urging him to pause and tilting his head back to meet your gaze…

"Did i give you. Permission? Slut~", with the lips that fell upon turning Marko on with the name calling quickly sulking looking at the temple of your body feeling the smooth skin with his cold hands, restraining himself to obey but was tempted to disobey just to see what you might do. "I'm sorry Mommy, I just want to taste you.

"I am amazed by my mommy's extraordinary beauty, charm, and allure". A gentle touch of our noses creates an enchanting sensation, with a soft whimper escaping him. This intimate gesture heightens the sexual tension, instinctively causing me to squeeze my own breasts. As this moment progresses, I find myself completely immersed in the feeling of his mouth opening, as his warm, moist tongue glides over my stomach, gradually moving upwards towards my belly button.

You relished the sensation of Marko's wet kisses on your stomach, knowing that your arousal was mounting. You watched in delight as he lavished your body with adoration, like a goddess deserving worship. Marko cast an upward glance, smirking at your evident enjoyment. As your hand slipped lower, it grazed over your belly button, sending a cascade of blood down your thigh. The sight had Marko drooling, spurred on by your words of invitation, 'Taste it. Taste what your need desired.' With your hip pressed against his, he held you close, enraptured by your seduction. "Mommy," he whispered before greedily consuming the spilled blood, leaving not a single drop to stain, and smearing it across his face.

Imagine tasting how sweet your blood was, getting messy with blood on the bed when you were both naked, covered in blood, with his blood smeared on your lips, and with your smile on your face and his, Marko leaned close to kiss your neck with the mixture of blood both on your bodies. You're so beautiful, mommy, I want more, could you please let me have more? " The Pleads, The Seduction, The Temptation, The Desire are all there for the taking.

"Indulge, Mother, my little one," he seductively requested, observing the excited smile forming on his face. He proceeded to passionately kiss your neck, maintaining the intimate connection between his lips and your skin. Moving downwards, he left moist kisses on your collarbones and ventured towards the space between your breasts, lavishing attention on your bosom and nibbling on your hardened nipples. The sensation of his lips on your body caused you to shudder, experiencing a pleasurable sensation that made your toes curl. As he continued to suck on your breasts, he gradually made his way down your body until he reached your waist. "Oh, Mother," Marko murmured in between kissing your thighs and inner thighs, "You are truly magnificent, absolutely delectable, Mother. I have never encountered a woman as enchanting and captivating as you, Mother~" His semi-whispered words threatened to weaken your resolve, but you knew you wouldn't easily succumb.

He began by kissing around your intimate area, slowly making his way back to where he started. His focus shifted towards your clitoris, giving it the attention, it deserved as he gently licked it. With his hands gripping your thighs, he held you down, ensuring you couldn't escape his grasp. His tongue flicked skillfully on your sensitive spot, while you watched him intently, captivated by the beautiful sight unfolding before you. The sensation of his wet tongue on your most intimate area sent pleasurable tingles throughout your body, causing you to squirm in delight. However, as the intensity grew, you started to feel weakened by his overpowering strength. He then shifted his attention, moving from your clitoris to your folds, exploring every inch with his tongue. The taste of your arousal was evident as he savored your juices, indicating just how aroused you were from the passionate encounter. "You're so incredibly wet for me, Mommy," he teased, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. Maintaining eye contact with you, he never broke the connection as he continued to pleasure you, thrusting his tongue inside your wetness with a hint of aggression.

He continues to explore the patterns in your intimate area, and as a result, your moans become increasingly louder. The sensation of his sharp nails tearing the sheets doesn't bother you as you are fully absorbed in the pleasure he is providing. With your back arched and your legs held down, you feel a sudden sharp twist in your stomach accompanied by tingling sensations, indicating that you are nearing climax. "Baby boy, I'm almost there. Mommy is close," you warn Marko, which only further excites him and intensifies his desire to pleasure your wet and tight area. He begins to adopt a more assertive and aggressive approach, increasing the speed of his movements. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you reach your limit and start squirting uncontrollably. The sound of his moans resonating within you only serves to heighten your pleasure, causing you to become overstimulated. As you reach down to grip his messy golden curls, your toes curl in response to the mounting sensations. Your legs tremble, covered in a sheen of sweat, as you struggle to catch your breath. Marko, with heavy breaths, then proceeds to clean up the remnants of your enjoyment, relishing in the taste of your sweet and sticky essence. Looking at you with a contented smile, he remarks, "You taste absolutely delicious, mommy~". Leaning in, he gently kisses you, allowing you to taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

Marko inquired, "May I please engage in sexual intercourse with you, Mommy?" You responded, "Certainly, for being such a devoted individual to me, you may engage in intercourse with me in any manner you desire." After catching your breath, Marko reached down and firmly grasped his penis, stroking it vigorously to ensure it was coated with your natural lubrication. Moaning with pleasure, he expressed his desire, "Could you guide me inside you, Mommy? I yearn to experience the sensation of penetrating your sweet, wet, and tight vagina." As you listened to his passionate words, you looked up at him with a mischievous smile, gripping his penis tightly with your hand and causing your nails to dig into his skin, resulting in a slight bleeding. This sensation brought him immense pleasure. Leading the way, you guided him towards the entrance, aligning his penis with your vagina.

After positioning him, you gently guide him in, feeling the pressure as his member enters your intimate space. Your toes curl from a mix of pain and pleasure, and Marko observes as his length disappears inside you. The grip of your walls around his cock causes him to wince and moan. As he fills you completely, you can't help but feel the enormity of his size, stretching you to your limits. Allowing you a moment to adjust, Marko gazes into your eyes, captivated by the intensity of the moment, and leans down to share a passionate kiss. His hips begin to move involuntarily as he can no longer contain his desire. With a whisper in your ear, he expresses his longing for you, relishing in the tightness of your pussy that nearly milks his throbbing member.

"Oh Fuck~ Thats it Babyboy start off slow~ Never knew a sloppy pathetic bloodlust whore bitch would be such a good fucktoy~", It is astonishing how derogatory words can unknowingly enhance the pleasure, as you gradually increase your pace. Your expressions of enjoyment intensify as you firmly hold onto the bed sheets, unable to resist moaning his name while he reciprocates with yours. "I am completely devoted to you, my dear. Oh my! Oh my!" The sounds of pleasure engulf you as your partner's passion-filled words fill your mouth, now leading towards another sensation as his thrusting continues.

As it was apparent that both of you were thoroughly enjoying yourselves, he lifted you up in his arms while you held onto his neck tightly, expressing your pleasure through moans that resonated in his ear. "My dear, you feel so incredible on me that I may reach climax," he cautioned you, making you aware of his growing intensity, which mirrored your own. Sensing the imminent release approaching, a knot formed in your stomach. Marko began thrusting vigorously, causing your breasts to bounce as he caressed one of them and proceeded to suck on it, all while the moist sounds of your intimate connection resonated. "My love, I'm reaching my peak soon," he warned. "I am too, my darling," you replied, embracing the intensity of the moment.

As they were both on the verge of climax, entangled in a passionate and intense encounter, consuming each other's blood and mingling it with their sweat, Marko was abruptly awakened by Dwayne. "Hey, wake up!" Dwayne shook him vigorously, as the night sky loomed outside. Marko stirred, feeling a dampness in his pants, and instinctively reached down to investigate. He clenched his fist, hearing the sounds of disappointment before he let out a sigh. "Gentlemen! We have a special evening ahead. Let us make the most of it!" With David's encouragement and the enthusiastic howls of Paul and Dwayne, a flushed Marko checked his pants after changing his underwear, yearning for you after experiencing the dream that felt all too real.

But don't worry you two will meet again surely...

~A/n~ Deftones will be played in the part two but I hope you enjoyed the sequel, I’m not good at making intimate scenes but I practice from time to time.

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[6lostgirl6]

She's Mine Pt. 2

Pairing: Yandere!Dwayne x Fem!Reader

TW: Cursing, dark thoughts, gore, forced-turning, kidnapping

Part One

The rumbling of the engine was diminished as Dwayne turned off his precious bike. Pushing out the kickstand with his boot, he stabilized it before getting off and helped you gain your footing onto the grainy sand of the beach.

It was almost too easy.

Your meeting spot with your love interest was in a concealed section of the beach hidden behind large rocks. Since it was late at night, not many people would be on the beach due to the cold weather. Now, you both were waiting for that scum to arrive. 

“God, I’m so excited! I really hope you like him!” Your voice always sounded like soft bells that resonated within his subconcious. Now, speaking of that disgusting vermin made your voice sound like nails on a chalkboard. He felt horrible for making that comparison, but he couldn’t help the animosity he felt in that moment. 

‘Trust me, that’s never going to happen.’

“I’m sure I will, as long as he treats you right.” He replied instead, leaning against the rocky surface and crossing his arms, hands threatening to turn white from his intense grip on his leather jacket. 

Suddenly, the small silence was broken by the distant sound of footsteps, footsteps that were heading in your direction. The sounds of disturbed sand was as loud as thunder with Dwayne's vampiric hearing. Dwayne felt his fangs threaten to make their appearance.

"Hey!" A guy came around the corner, wearing a leather jacket, red shirt and blue distressed jeans. His hair was brown with hazel eyes and Dwayne couldn't wait to pop them out of his skull.

His eyes flashed at the thought.

"Anthony! Hey!" You returned the greeting, smiling as you rushed over to thr person in question. Dwayne almost grabbed you but held his composure. "How are you?!"

"I'm great! I just couldn't wait to see you." He replied, before glancing towards Dwayne. "So, this is the guy right?"

'I'm standing right fucking here, asshole.'

"Yeah!" You grabbed Anthony's hand and pulled him towards Dwayne. It was almost like you were presenting his next meal on a silver platter.

"Anthony, this is my best friend Dwayne! Dwayne, Anthony!" You gestured to each other as you introduced them.

"Hey, man, what's up?" Anthony asked, holding out his hand and Dwayne glanced towards it like it was covered in filth before slowly shaking it. "Wow, you don't speak much, huh?"

"Only if they're assholes." Dwayne replied with a sarcastic tone. You quickly nudged him and he barely spared you a glance.

Anthony was getting a little irritated. "Look, dude. I hope you're not jealous or something. I mean, she likes me so I would just move o-"

It was the perfect time to strike and Dwayne was getting tired of this asshole's mouth.

Everything happened so quickly. Anthony speaking with an air of confidence and suddenly gripping his face, screaming in pain.

You screamed, backing away and covering your mouth at the sight of Anthony's torn flesh that he desperately tried to cover. You thought Dwayne pulled out a blade, yet you didn't catch him pull one out.

"Dwayne, what did you do?!" You looked towards him and what you saw almost scared you to death.

His figure was ridged with eyes glowing their demonic red and gold with protruding fangs that were itching for more carnage. Blood and torn tissue was desperately clinging to the underside of Dwayne's sharp talons.

"You're crazy!" Anthony yelled, clinging onto his face as he tried to run off.

Like he would ever let him escape.

With his advanced speed, he quickly caught up and knocked Anthony to the ground, sand flying into the air from the sheer force. Dwayne climbed onto him and with animalistic sounds escaping him, he began savagely mutilating him. His talons ripped into Anthony's flesh and tearing him apart.

Your sobbing and pleads were fallen on deaf ears as Dwayne continued his torment, Anthony's screams filling the air from his brutality.

"Stop! Stop it!" You cried, gaining some amount of courage to wrap your arms around Dwayne's neck and trying to pull him off. "You're killing him!"

Dwayne's instincts told him to keep you away, protect you from coming into harm's way because of his clouded mind. Quickly, he gripped your arms, talons threatening to cut through your jacket and throw you off him and onto the sand.

After making sure you were alright from the fall, Dwayne turned back and finished Anthony off. He gripped his throat and ripped out his jugular, allowing Anthony to finally fade away from life.

You were crying, hands dug into the sand with your face hidden within the sleeves of your jacket. You felt horrible, allowing Anthony to be killed because you were friends with a monster. A monster that you once thought was your best friend and you could trust with your life.

Suddenly, hands gripped your forearms and pulled you up, causing you to thrash in Dwayne's hold as he pulled you to sit against the enormous rock.

"Why would you do that?!" You screamed, continuing to thrash as Dwayne tried moving your hair away from your face. "You killed him! You killed him! Why?!"

"Because I had to." He answered, cupping your face with blooded palms and making you look at him. His eyes were still that demonic color. "He wanted you and I couldn't allow that. You're mine."

"I'm not yours! I'll never be yours! I hate you!" You replied, shakily breathing as tears streamed down your face.

"Not for long."

Slowly, Dwayne pulled away to pull up the sleeve of his leather jacket before plunging his fangs into his sun-kissed skin.

"W-What are you doing?" You whispered.

Dwayne pulled away with blooded lips as he cupped your cheek, pulling his bleeding wrist towards your face.

"What I need to do."

"No!"

The last thing you remember was him gripping your hair and forcing his wrist into your mouth, pouring the sickening sweet liquid of his blood down your throat. Your screams were muffled as you tried pulling away but Dwayne's strength was unmatched. As your body weakened and darkness began clouding your vision, you felt Dwayne lift you.

"You'll finally understand, I know you will."

The darkness won and you finally lost consciousness.

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Santa is real! (DwayneXFemVamp!ReaderxLaddie)

This ask was so freaking adorable that I just HAD to finish up my little Dwayne x Reader x Laddie Christmas stories with it. I know we've all probably been through something like this and I know my mother did a lot to convince me that Santa was real for as long as she could. I hope you like the final story Anon, thank you so much for the prompt!! ❤️ And Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night 🦇😊☃️🎄

(this prompt was so cute it deserved two gif images lol)

Word count: 2,528

Pairings: DwayneXFemVamp!Reader (Romantic) Laddie x FemVamp!Reader (Maternal)

Warning: EXTREME FLUFF AND CHRISTMAS CHEER! Dwayne being an amazing dad, the boys and Star being an amazing aunt and uncles, Laddie being sad for a little bit.

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

It had started out a normal night on the boardwalk, everyone was riding rides, playing games, scoping out that night's meal, and just having fun. You and Dwayne were currently walking down the boardwalk hand and hand with Laddie, the little boy happily walking between the two of you, holding your hands as you swung him every now and then. You were currently on your way to the ice cream place to grab a treat before you met up with the others again.

"Mom you can't pick Vanilla again"

"What is wrong with Vanilla?"

"It's such a boring flavor"

"I beg your pardon"

"It kinda is"

"Oh no you are not jumping in this sir"

"See even Dad agrees"

"What if I get French Vanilla…it's not boring…it's French"

"..."

"..."

"Fine! What are you going to get hmmm?"

"Superman!"

"Well I can suddenly see how you thought my choice was boring"

"What about you Daddy? What are you gonna get that isn't as boring as my Vanilla?"

"Probably cookies and cream"

"Cookies and…. THAT'S JUST VANILLA WITH COOKIES!"

"Exactly, so it's not as boring"

"I swear to God Dwayne"

"Come on mom, pick something we're almost there!"

"Fine…I'll get Mint chocolate chip"

Dwayne smiled at the two of you while you relayed your order before he paid the man behind the counter.

"Vanilla isn't boring" you grumbled.

"It's ok princess, we love you even if you like boring stuff" He smiled while wrapping his arms around you.

"Don't say that too loudly, I do like you remember" you smirked, earning a laugh from him while he leaned in and gave you a kiss.

"Hey mom can I go look at the new comic place while we wait?" Laddie asked, looking over at the new comic place that took over the old Frog's shop.

"Sure go ahead sweetie" you nodded, watching as Laddie ran off, he would still be within eyesight after all. Looking back at Dwayne you noticed that soft look in his eyes.

"What?" You laughed.

"I'm just glad you showed up here. Laddie really needed a mom"

"Well I'm more than happy to be it, especially with the perks of comes with" you smiled, taking yours and Laddie orders when the man handed them to you, Dwayne taking his own.

"Perks?"

"Yeah, I mean after all" you spoke while looking around, before leaning in close to whisper.

"Between you and me, he's got a smoking hot dad" this just made Dwayne laugh before he wrapped his arm around your waist, leaning down to kiss your neck as the two of you made your way towards where Laddie ran off to…what you didn't expect was to see him looking absolutely crushed.

"Sweetie what's wrong?" You asked, squatting down to try to look at his face as he stared at the ground, but he simply shook his head, not meeting your gaze.

"What's wrong?" Dwayne asked, also squatting next to you while placing his free hand on Laddie's shoulder…That was when the two of you heard the young boy sniffle.

"Is Santa not real?" He asked in a very quiet, defeated voice.

"What? Who said that?" You asked, instantly going into mama bear mode, looking around for whoever the demon was that told your little boy such lies.

"I was talking to a kid in the comic book shop who said he asked Santa for the newest Superman comic, and then these older boys came and said that we were babies for still believing in Santa, and that he wasn't real" he explained, finally meeting your eyes with his own tear filled ones. Your heart instantly shattered, not only for Laddie but for the other little boy who was no doubt crying to his parents as well at this moment. Those boys had absolutely no right to snatch the innocence of someone away like that, and honestly if they had been adults and not children you would already know who your meal would be for the night, as of right now they were tiptoeing that line.

"Laddie don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about" Dwayne told him, letting the boy collapse in his arms.

"But what if they're right dad?"

"They aren't"

"How do you know"

"Because your mom is friends with Santa" He smiled while looking at you, you two had already talked about what you would say if a situation like this ever occured, you had honestly wished it never would, but just to be safe.

"You are?"

"Yup!"

"How?"

"Well when I was about your age, I stayed up late one night, with my parent's permission of course, and waited to see him. Now living in the south we didn't have a fireplace for him to come down so he had to come in through the front door. So I was prepared. And I met him, and we became really good friends. So much so that he lets me in on his secrets" you smiled, telling your story while Laddie took his ice cream.

"Can I know a secret? I promise I won't tell anyone! Please mom!"

"Ok ok…this isn't one I'm supposed to tell you buuut…I don't think he'll mind. He told me that he is going to make a special stop to the cave this year"

"REALLY!?"

"Really! But you'll still have to follow all of Santa's rules though ok"

"Ok! I will!"

"Ok, shall we head back now?"

"Yeah let's head back!"

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So here you were, Christmas Eve, returning back from a friend's house who let you use her oven to bake some cookies for Santa with Laddie and the boys. Of course Dwayne was invited because Laddie thought it should be a family event. And that led to Paul giving Laddie puppy dog eyes asking if he could come since he was his big brother, which in turn led Marko to want to come, which led David to come to keep an eye on everyone, and Star to come to actually help if needed. Because let's be honest, Paul and Marko weren't going to be too helpful and David was going to just supervise…Which is exactly what happened. So after many apologies to your friend, and a couple of dozen cookies later, you were all heading back to the cave, a very happy Laddie walking between you and Dwayne, holding the cookies. A very done David and Star, and an icing and flour covered Paul and Marko.

"I still don't understand how you two managed to get that much icing on you…we didn't even make that much" you spoke when you entered the cave.

"Magic" Paul smiled, scooping a bit off his cheek and dabbing it on your nose. You quickly wiped it off and ushered them back outside.

"Go clean off before you get it everywhere"

"Ugh, fine mom" Paul playfully groaned. Marko was already heading towards the water since he was a bit more concerned that it had gotten in his hair and was beginning to dry. You turned back towards the group and noticed Laddie yawn, good, your plan to tire him out early tonight had worked.

"You tired Sweetie?" You asked, brushing his hair out of his face while he sat on Dwayne's lap.

"No, I can stay up"

"You know you're not supposed to stay up to try and catch Santa" Dwayne told him.

"But mom did!"

"Mom is very naughty sometimes" he said while looking at you, God you sometimes hated how easily this man could fluster you.

"But she made friends with Santa"

"But I also got a warning that year to never do it again, after all, that's one of Santa's rules" you told him.

"But I'm not sleepy" he said before breaking off into another yawn.

"Come on, how about your mom and I read you a story before bed?"

"Twas the night before Christmas?"

"Definitely" you smiled, watching as he jumped down and slowly went around saying goodnight to everyone before going towards his bed. You and Dwayne followed before you shot a wink towards everyone, their cues. Just as Dwayne finished the last line of the book, Laddie drifted off, and you both gently and slowly untangled yourselves from the boy. You made your way out into the main area again and found all the boys had gathered the stuff, ready to be placed in their right spots.

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"What are we doing again?" Paul asked as you, him, and Marko all walked the boardwalk, it had been a couple nights since the incident, and only a few nights left until Christmas, most stores were sold out of things but you knew these two would be able to help you grab everything you needed…be it paid for or not.

"We're gonna get everything possible to make Laddie believe in Santa again"

"Stronzo...I still can't believe some little punk told him that" Marko seethed, just as angry about the situation.

"Yeah honestly that kid needs his ass kicked, who goes around telling little kids that Santa isn't real?! Like that is the biggest crime you can commit!" Paul added, all of you felt so protective over Laddie, and knowing that he could have such an innocent thing snatched from him made all of you upset.

"Agreed, but that is why we are going to change Laddie's mind. Dwayne and I have already convinced him that I know Santa and that he'll make a special stop at the cave this year…only thing we have to do is make it look like he did" You all stopped in front of the all year round Christmas store on the boardwalk, all of you exchanging a look.

"Ready boys?"

"Leave it to us!" Paul smiled while opening the door for you and Marko.

"With us along sorella, we'll have him convinced for sure" Marko smiled, slinging his arm around your shoulder while you two walked in, Paul close behind.

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So here you all were, quietly putting your plan into action, even Star and David were helping out as they decorated the tree that Dwayne had pulled in. Marko and Paul unleashed the cans of fake snow they had gotten all over the cave, quietly laughing to themselves as it began to rain down all over the floor as well as the walls from their snow fight. Once you were done putting up the few ornaments you had acquired and David put the star on the tree, you had Marko lightly mist the tree with snow from above to make it look like Santa had brought it with him. You then got a plate and glass out for some cookies and milk, and as everyone ate and drank you wrote a letter, smiling as you did and remembering the letters your own mother would write that were "from Santa", they always did make you excited every year. Finally, with full bellies and boosts of pride, the boys and Star all said goodnight and went to bed, leaving you and Dwayne up.

"Last thing?"

"Last thing" you smiled at him, following him to the cave entrance and watching him walk out before making the path of flour, from the entrance all the way to the tree, over to the cookies and back. Dwayne walked along the path, leaving very clear boot prints as he took the path that Santa would take. He flew over to you once he was done, making sure to not mess anything up, and gathered you in a hug from behind.

"He's gonna love it"

"I hope so, I don't want my baby boy not to believe in the magic of Christmas anymore" you pouted while looking towards where his bed was.

"With you as his mom, I don't think that's possible" he smiled at you, kissing your head.

"Well him having an amazing father like you definitely helps" you laughed, reaching behind you to rest your hand on his cheek, your other resting on the hands around your waist.

"We make a good team"

"We really do," you said with a smile as you looked back at him, sharing a kiss before retiring to your darkened corner.

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The next night you were awoken by Laddie excitedly calling for you and Dwayne. Rushing towards the main area (just in case he wasn't yelling for you both for the reason you thought) you were greeted by Laddie with a smile from ear to ear.

"HE CAME! SANTA CAME!"

"I told you he would," you giggled while hugging him.

"He even brought snow! And he ate the cookies we made!"

"He must have really liked them, there isn't any left" Dwayne said with a smirk, looking at you while you both remembered Marko and Paul eating the most cookies.

"He even left a note mom!" Laddie smiled.

"Oh really? What does it say?"

"Whoa! What happened here?" Paul asked, looking all around the cave, successfully playing his part.

"Who brought the north pole to California?" Marko asked, jumping onto the couch.

"Santa did!"

"Well didn't have to leave snow on everything" David said while brushing the fake snow off of his wheelchair and giving Paul and Marko a pointed look.

"Laddie, what do you have there?" Star asked while pointing to the letter in his hands, causing the boy to remember it.

"Santa left a note! It says."

"Sorry I couldn't put up a better tree or bring too much snow, this old mans' got his agenda busy you know, I gotta give presents to the whole world after all! Ho Ho Ho! Don't believe in the lies those naughty kids tell you Laddie, they say I don't exist because they got coal for being on the naughty list. I'll even let you keep one of my reindeer's bells! See ya next year boy! P.s: I loved the cookies and milk, it was a good snack ;)" He finished, picking up the bell that was beside the cookie plate and ringing it.

"See! Those boys were just being mean cause they knew they were on the naughty list"

"Yeah! You were right mom, I feel bad for even doubting Santa" Laddie spoke, pouting a bit.

"Don't feel bad, I'm sure we've all been there" Dwayne told him.

"Oh without a doubt, Santa doesn't hold grudges" you smiled.

"If he did I doubt he would have left you something" Dwayne nodded towards the tree, to which Laddie immediately whipped his head around, having been so caught up in everything else he hadn't noticed the present laying under the tree.

"I GOT A PRESENT!" He cheered, rushing over towards the wrapped gift, and excitedly tearing into it.

"What did I get?" He chanted while tearing away the paper.

"IT'S A SKATEBOARD!!" He cheered, holding it up for everyone to see.

"I can be just like you now dad!" He smiled while running over to Dwayne.

"We gotta get you one too mom, so we can be the skater family!" He added.

"Yes we do" Dwayne smiled at you as well

"Well...I supposed if I had an amazing teacher I would consider it" you sent a smirk towards Dwayne.

"I'd love to teach you both"

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[beoneofus]

a smidge of a nsfw sequence

dwayne, fem! reader

circling the padding of his index and middle finger around the outer layer of puffy flesh that made up your hole, a smirk plastered on his well defined lips, while the nails that lined his other hand dug into the small space behind your hip. seeing you so needy; head tilted back against the rusted railing that welded the outside staircase to the cave, eyes fluttering open and shit, lips parted while soft heaved breathes left your mouth.. it drove him wild inside. he wanted to practically ravish you, but dwayne knew he had to wait.

“ please just give it to me.. ” you whined out, bucking your hips forward as an attempt to just slip that threatening digit inside of you. but to no avail, did it work - instead, only keening the vampire on to slide his finger upwards, and over your slicked folds. you whined out desperately, while lifting your fallen lids to gleam up at dwayne. “ stop teasing and just give it to me. ”

“ sorry, bumble bee.. ” the digit dragged over your swollen clit painfully slow, making a moan withdrawal from your lips and a snicker of amusement to escape the deviant at hand. “ y'know I can't do that. patience is key. ”

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[anna1306]

Hi I love your work so much. Could you do an imagine where the lost boys walks into the reader being stabbed non-stop by her best friend in her room?

I'm back! I will try not to disappear for so much time, especially since my vacation is coming soon, so expect me to write more c:

Deception

Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mention of blood, near-death state

It was your "alone night". You did that once or twice every month. You loved the boys to death and back, but you still needed your time alone. Since you weren't turned, they tried to spend most of the nights with you. But you had couple of nights "for sleep" and "alone-time". And yes, these were different types. Even in "sleep nights" they came to you, and you often woke up, snuggling to them.

This time you decided to spend this "alone night" with your friend. You hadn't seen each other for a long time, so it was good timing. You decided you would throw movie night, some sleepover, wine and relaxation at your house. She agreed with much enthusiasm.

First part of your sleepover was cool. You watched couple of movies, not really following the plot, just discussing something and occasionally joking on stupid ideas of main characters and plot twists. You both had already eaten half of your snacks, and just had a good time altogether.

"Oh, I missed you, my darling, so much." You breathed out contently, smiling at her. "We need to meet more often."

"Well, it's not me who always have some other plans, Miss Sorry-Another-Time." Your friend snorted, sipping on her soda.

"I told you I'm sorry. The boys are very demanding and very territorial, they, like, try to get attention every night, sometimes it's too much..." You groaned. You loved the boys. But sometimes...

"Wait-wait-wait, hold on a minute. Who are 'boys'?" Your friend looked at you questionably. You gasped.

"No shit... I haven't told you about them?! My mind is a mess apparently." You laughed, sitting more comfortably on your bed and getting ready for ton of questions. "I am in a relationship with four guys."

"Shut it." You friend looked at you clearly in shock, the drink long forgotten. "Four guys? Really? How did you manage to do this?!"

"Well... It kinda just... Happened?" You shrugged, not really remembering the exact reason why the guys got interested in you in the first place. It seemed so long ago and didn't mean anything now, when you were all together. "It's bikers from the Boardwalk you told me to stay away from. As you can guess, I didn't particularly stay away, so..."

"WHAT?!" You jumped slightly from the volume of her voice. You looked at her questionably with nervous smile, while her look was more of shock and something you couldn't pinpoint exactly.

"What?"

"You are dating David and his gang?!"

"Yeah... You know I always wondered why it's always David and the co, why no one seem to remember others' name, they have them. And they are all known for many reasons. Like Dwayne "the brooding one", Marko always pick a fight, Paul is... Paul. Yet it's always David and the others." You tried to joke about it and change the theme, yet your friend remained in her own mind. You couldn't really grasp the reason as to why she was so tensed about your relationship. And your poor attempt at joke didn't even phase her.

"I told you they are bad thing, Y/N!" She stood up from the floor and sat on your bed near you, looking at you almost accusingly "They are bad for you. And..."

"They are not bad! They are actually very caring and sweet. Occasionally teasing and rude, yes, but only with someone else. Not with me." You took your friend's hands in yours. "I am safe with them, I promise."

"You don't understand. They are bad beyond bad. Plus... I can't imagine you all together. Sorry, but you are way too different."

"I... Really don't understand what you mean." You furrowed your brows, clearly confused by her words.

"Maybe I'm overestimating the whole situation with them being the most dangerous things out there, I don't know. I'm just looking out for you. You need someone softer. And they need someone more bad-looking. More confident. Stronger. Like look at me, I am more rock and gothic and fitting them, if you ask me. And you are cute, soft, not... Their type." You raised brow at this statement. Was this supposed to be hurtful? Your best friend was telling you that you are no match for your boyfriends, more so, that you are not confident or strong. And she was more "fitting". Alright, it was hurtful...

"I am confident and strong. Look, it's not up for discussion. I love them. They love me. I thought you would be glad to know I finally found someone who would love me romantically!"

"Not with them!" She straight up screamed at you. You even winced from it, looking at her in shock. She took a deep breath and lowered her head, letting go of your handa. For a minute there was silence, each of you in your thoughts. "Sorry, I'm just... I'm really worried for you, you know? There are strange things, and you with them and I know what bad boys like them do with... Whatever, it's just a lot. Sorry. Can you bring me some water? And we will discuss it."

"In civilised manner?" You raised brow at her. She scoffed and nodded.

"I promise I'll do everything to the best of my abilities." You smiled softly at that, standing up and going to the kitchen.

Your friend was always a bit weird. She was into dark stuff, gothic sometimes, reading about all the mystical stuff there was. So no wonder she thought the boys were something more dangerous than they seemed. And they were - you knew their secret pretty well. But that reaction was very weird even for her. You thought she would be supportive. Not accusing you and trying to convince you to break up with them. Not telling you that you weren't good enough.

Maybe she was just worried for you, but it was overwhelming. Still you hoped it was initial reaction and not something serious. There couldn't be some dark thoughts behind it, right? You shook your head at this. You should stop reading David's horror books, you becoming paranoid like him. Putting these thoughts aside, you went back with the bottle of water.

"Here." You smiled, entering the room and sitting on the bed near her. Your friend was facing away from you, rummaging through her bag, and you furrowed your brows a bit at this. She seemed very nonchalant opposed to several minutes before this. Finally, she sighed and stopped.

"Thanks..." She quietly took the bottle and glanced at you. "So you won't leave them?"

"Nope. And I honestly don't think they would let me. They are very possessive, you know? What's up with you?" She had that strange look around her, you even moved a bit from her, not understanding anything.

"It's a shame, really..."

***

"... really, really, really bad feeling." Paul had whined for about five minutes. Even Dwayne, the calmest out of all of them, was at the end of his patience.

"We had a deal with Y/N, remember?" David tried to reason with him. This time - the last one. He was done. He didn't know if drowning Paul in the ocean would be a good idea or dropping him in the trashcan was better. "One night every two weeks - alone time. You agreed to it as well."

"I know!" Paul exclaimed, jumping on one place. "But there is something I don't know... Some bad feeling."

"We can just check up on her to be sure that she's okay." Marko offered, feeling nerves of his friend and getting anxious too. "It won't be interfering if she won't notice."

"Personal space, guys." Dwayne tried to remind them why Y/N even asked them for "alone night" in the first place. David looked between all of them and sighed. He was against her being alone in the first place, so giving in was easy.

"We'll just take a look. If everything's okay, no one will say anything to her." Paul eagerly nodded, agreeing to this, and he and Marko already took off to some dark place in the Boardwalk, so they could fly. David looked at Dwayne and shrugged. Paul won't calm down any other way, and that could be dangerous. Plus, his nerves got to all of them. They had to be sure you were okay.

In a minute four figures were flying from the Boardwalk to your house. They were silent, each of them in their thoughts. David thought that they should have been with you 24/7 from the start. Dwayne hoped the boys won't spill the beans later and you won't be mad at them. Paul was still stuck on this worried feeling. And Marko tried not to think and overthink all of it. It usually ended not so good for him.

"Wait... Do you smell it?" Marko furrowed his brows, smelling something, but not entirely understanding what it was. Something sweet and familiar, like...

"Blood." Dwayne's eyes met with David's. They didn't drink your blood regularly, but your smell was too familiar. He glanced at the direction of your house and all four of them just rushed to it, not even discussing it.

David sent the caution and everything out of the window. To hell with the neighbours who could see them. More so, no matter how mad you would be about them ruining your alone-time, he had to make sure that you were okay. So he busted through your window, wishing for it to be just their misunderstanding, or something small. His hopes were failed.

He didn't think that there would be a day where he would see you, sprawled on the floor of your room with your best friend on top of you. Stabbing you. Non-stop. And by the looks of it, it had gone for some time. David was surprised to hear your heart still being alive, even if barely.

He darted to your friend, just throwing her off of you, not caring for her safety, when she crashed into the wall, leaving a dent. Dwayne, following him, darted to you, checking your body with multiple wounds.

"You..." David growled at the scared girl, clutching to the knife, covered in blood. Paul screamed from his back, and Marko almost ran to the girl with bared fangs. He would have killed her if not for David, stopping his friend. He wanted her to suffer, holding back every urge to just tear her apart.

"David..." Dwayne called out to him. The vampire turned to him, seeing his flickering eyes. Even his self-control flew to shit when the air was filled with the thick scent of your blood. With the puddle under your body and so... Much... Blood. Your breath was very quiet and raspy. David knew what it meant.

"Don't kill her." Was all he said to others.

"But David, she..." Marko looked at him angrily, soon joined by Paul at his side, with vampiric face, control long forgotten. David glared at them both.

"Do not kill her. You'll do it fast, and I want her alive for some time before she got to rot in hell." He snarled at the girl and darted to you, sure that the boys wouldn't disobey his order.

You struggled to breath, struggled to look at anything, to say something. But you recognized Dwayne's jacket from up close and then tobacco smell. You let yourself a little smile.

"S... Sorry, she was... Fast, I..." You whimpered, almost not making a sound, but they heard it all. David shook his head and kissed your forehead.

"It's okay, kitten. You were strong enough to wait for us. Now we take you with us." He put a hand under your head and raised it a bit. "You just have to do one last thing for me. For us."

"And... That is?" Your vision was blurry, so you only saw the figure of David. You didn't see him doing anything, only felt something near your mouth, and that "something" was dripping on your lips.

"Drink."

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[redamancy-writes]

Jealousy on the Boardwalk (The Lost Boys 1987 x Female! Reader)

Word Count - 1036 Fandom - The Lost Boys 1987 Pairing - Poly! The Lost Boys 1987 x Female! Reader Title - Jealousy on the Boardwalk

Jealous - fiercely protective or vigilant of one's rights or possessions.

“All of these attractions, and I can’t help but keep my eyes on you, sweetheart,” You felt like you jolted out of your skin as Paul was suddenly behind you, his hands snaking around your middle as the rest of the boys approached. 

“You scared the hell out of me,” You laughed as he pulled you into him, Paul’s face diving into the crook of your neck to pepper kisses against the flesh. 

“S’rry,” He murmured against your skin as each of the other boys approached to give you their own greeting. A kiss to the knuckles, a devilish grin and a kiss to your nose, and an appreciative glance over your form before a gloved hand cupped the side of your cheek and kissed the other. 

“What do you boys have planned tonight?” You asked as Paul kept you locked in his arms, feeling particularly affectionate tonight, while the other three surrounded you two. 

“Some rides, some food,” Marko grinned as he pointed to the newest addition of the Santa Carla boardwalk. It was a thrill ride, and you couldn’t quite make out the name as the neon lettering was too far for your eyes to fully focus on, but you could hear the screams of terror and resounding laughter of groups of friends as it took them through it. 

“That looks like fun,” You mused, a gasp leaving your throat as Paul decided to begin to nip against your flesh. “Paul,” You muttered in warning as he laughed before pulling away. 

“C’mon, let’s go,” Marko pulled you free from Paul’s grip.

“Hold on, hold on,” You laughed as he started tugging you towards the ride, “I think I need to hit the bathroom first, then go on the ride.” You explained as he looked at you with a confused expression. 

“Knowing you four, it will be hours before you’ll want to take a break,” You tossed a knowing glance to Paul as he was already antsy to get going, ping-ponging off of Marko’s energy. 

“I’ll meet you all over there,” You pecked Marko’s lips before you were disappearing into the crowd, David’s eyes watching over you until you entered the public bathroom. 

“C’mon, I’m going to grab a slushie,” Marko nudged Paul, the two making their way to the treats stand, Dwayne and David resting against the handrail, eyes wandering the crowd as they waited for your return. 

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“Phew,” You wiped the water on your hands off on your jeans as you left the bathroom, the hand dryer not doing a damn thing to dry your hands after washing them. Eyes scanning the crowd, you grinned as you made eye contact with Dwayne, his lips quirking into a grin as you began to approach only for a wolf whistle to catch your ears.

Dwayne’s expression morphed into a glare, gaze drifting to your left as the Surf Nazi’s whistled and called at you. 

“C’mon hot stuff, you bounce on those biker’s dicks all the time, you can give us something!” You felt heat crawl up your neck as you ignored the group, biting your tongue as you moved past them to get towards David and Dwayne. 

You blocked out their voices as you kept your gaze on David, only for a reaction to be forced out of you as a loud smacking sound brought your attention back to the group. The sting on your ass came after. 

“What the–”

“What the fuck did you just do to our girl?” You didn’t even see Marko and Paul, but now Marko had the bastard up by the collar, their noses nearly touching. 

“C’mere,” Dwayne pulled you to him, facing you away from the group. You didn’t want nor need to see what those three were about to do.  “Let’s go get you a drink, hm, maybe a milkshake?” He was seething, hands trembling with rage but he kept it under wraps as you heard a sickening crunch while he led you away. 

As the two of you sat in the booth, you swirled the straw around the milkshake, briefly letting your gaze flick up from the creamy beverage to Dwayne’s face as he stared out the window, eyes flickering back and forth. 

“You okay?” You broke the silence, making his attention snap from the window to you. 

“You’re asking me that?” He grinned at you, “How about we reverse that question, how are you? Are you okay?” Dwayne reached a hand over, interlacing your fingers with his. 

“Meh, I’ve been better but I’ve certainly been worse- but I do have a milkshake so,” You shrugged while smiling, “I just hope the others are alright,” You frowned. 

“You worried about us, doll?” David questioned, just now adjusting to putting his gloves back on as they entered the diner. 

“Always,” Your eyes flickered over each one of them, your frown deepening. Marko had a split lip, always being the one to jump in head first into fights, and you could tell Paul had gotten several good hits in, knuckles bruised and blood caked on them. David, you couldn’t tell, but you figured the gloves were now not for a personal style choice, but to ensure you wouldn’t worry. 

“What happened when we left?” You knew what happened, or at least had a general picture, but you couldn’t help but ask. 

“They got what was coming to them for touching our girl,” David said simply as you scooched further in the booth for him to sit next to you. Paul took his place next to Dwayne as Marko pulled up a chair to sit at the edge of the table. 

“They won’t be bothering you anymore,” Marko gave you a smile as he leaned his arms against the table. 

“Oh?”

“Not if they want to live,” Paul muttered as he grabbed a menu off the condiment caddie. David’s eyes flickered to Dwayne while he put an arm around your shoulders, a raised brow sent his way while Dwayne subtly nodded in response. 

They had more business with those Surf Nazi’s, but for now there were more pressing matters, such as getting you fueled up and turning this night around. 

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

Fluff Alphabet - Dwayne

warning : pure fluff, some darker themes, angst, lots of cuddling, it's getting sweet and fluffy under the cut

masterlist

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A = Affection (How does they worship you?)

°Like David, Dwayne has worshipped you since he heard your heartbeat and smelled your blood. You are the most important thing to him, next to his brothers. The black-haired one may be the most silent of the vampires, but when you're together he talks relatively softly. Pulls you in and his looks show nothing but love and devotion.

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B = Best friends (What would they be like as best friends? How would the friendship start?)

°I think the friendship between you happens by "accident". You were going to get the candyfloss when three guys bumped into you and you bent down to get your yellow bag, and suddenly the dark-haired guy was standing in front of you and offered to buy you a drink with a calm voice. From then on you would be part of the group and inseparable from them.

°As best friends you would understand each other better than anyone else. You would defetitively motivate him not to lose his temper with his brothers and encourage him to say more, even if it is more difficult than it looks. While he takes you on nightly outings and appreciates your company more than anything else. But sometimes you think you see more in his eyes than friendship...is it maybe love?

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C = Cuddling (do they like cuddling?, how do they cuddle?)

°Dwayne may not love cuddling as much as Paul but he is close. When he pulls you close, sees how fragile you actually are under his touch, he pulls you close and is just happy to feel your body. Your calm breath, your heartbeat, your soft words.

°He loves to cuddle in his nest with you half lying on top of him, playing with his hair or the leopard fur of his leather jacket. He loves to just watch and listen to you.

°,,Tell me more that gives me infinite pleasure"

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D = Domestic (how would they settle? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

°The problem will be being a vampire like the others. Since David is not only his brother but also leader and he respects him more than anything else I think he will stay in Santa Clara. Until David moves on and they come with him. Because he would never part from the group. He would find ways to convince you to stay. Like David, hypnosis is always a way. Maybe not the right one, but it is.

°"To leave...that would be treason"

°As for cleaning and cooking, it's a fifty-fifty chance. I think he's still the one with the tidiest corner in the den of them all. We all know Marko is the worst next to Paul. Business aside, he is careful not to let the rubbish or other leftovers become too much. As far as cooking is concerned, he's definitely better than David, but not a five-star meal. However, he can prepare what you like.

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E = Ending (how would they break up with their partner if you had to?)

°As with the others, and therefore with him, he would only break up if you or his brothers were in danger. As with David, there are two ways. Either the gentle one in which he would protect you personally when you are with them. Protect you from the hunters who think you're a prisoner and hypnotise you if necessary and keep you hidden. The much gentler way, but how it will turn out is uncertain.

°"I'll be back..."

°The dark way, which is like a vampire's nature. You might not see it on the outside but inside he would be seething with rage and hatred and revenge. When you are mortally wounded and any transformation is too late, he would suck you dry. Take you in and have you inside him. He would definitely keep your clothes or anything personal of yours. Because you gave him the power to continue.

°,,I avenge you".

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F = Fiance(e) (how do they feel about agreement? How soon would they want to marry?

°Like David, he is not particularly eager to marry. Dwayne knows you are connected at heart and by blood. Knows that you are his and he is yours. But if you wanted a wedding, you'll get one. Under the stars or in the cave everything is possible.

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G = Gentle (how gentle are they mentally and physically?)

°Dwayne is emotionally the gentlest of the four. His calm nature is worth its weight in gold. Even if he doesn't talk much his looks and touch speak volumes. One look into his eyes and you know exactly what he thought of you. One quick touch and you feel his love. Which is why you often find him staring at you. Not in a hungry way but one with pure love for you.

°,,I could look at you for eternity".

°Physically, he just loves to hold you, whether in his arms. Lifting you up or you hugging him. Every contact is like a drop of blood. It gives him infinite pleasure just to have you with him. Especially when you ride a motorbike together, he likes to feel your hands on his arms, something that tells him that you will always be with him. Before you fall asleep together in the cave and he holds you in his arms. Something he loves most of all.

°,,I hold you".

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H = Hugs (do they like hugs? How are their hugs?)

°Hugs again not 24/7 like Paul but you will always see him smile and feel him when you hug him. Or he'll just pick you up and twirl you around and hear your laugh, he loves that. Especially when you give him a big hug before you or he falls asleep it always gives him a feeling of security.

°When you hug it is always a longer one. Something that gives you and him security. And you can feel him pressed against you when you or he falls asleep. Even the short hugs when there is no more time are intimate. A light caress on the arm or back. A quick kiss.

°,,I will wait for you".

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I = I love you (how quickly would they say it?)

°He would watch his relationship and yours. Watch you. Watching how you interact with him and what you do. He is not a man of big words and yet he knows what to say at what moment. He would say it clearly, see your reaction and then kiss you. He knows what he has to do and knows that you love the way he can read you without many words.

°Afterwards, however, he will rarely say the word. Not because he doesn't love you, but because it is something of great importance to him, as are all his words and phrases. But when he says it when you are together, cuddling, and the world is just the two of you for a moment, he whispers it to you.

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J = Jealousy (how quickly are they jealous? What do they do when they are jealous?)

°Dwayne is the least jealous of the four. Because he knows you are his, he knows he doesn't have to worry if you leave the cave at dawn and go on with your other life. If it should come to a situation, you will feel a presence behind you faster than you can see it. One warning glance from the black-haired one and your unbedded guests leave. Believe me, everyone does.

°,,Mine"

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K = Kisses (how are their kisses? where do they love to kiss you?)

°Your first kiss with Dwayne was slow, careful, intimate. He was afraid to actually hurt you. Even though he was under control, that thought still lingered in his mind for months afterwards. He knows what he is capable of and one loss of control is enough. But whenever you kiss, it is a slow, intimate kiss. You just enjoy feeling each other. Every now and then you notice his smirk as your heart beats faster. He just loves it

°Next to your lips and neck he likes to kiss you on the forehead or the head. Something that is not difficult with his size. He knows it makes you feel safe and he just loves it. Plus it is always a hint that he is bigger. 

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L = Little ones (how are they with kids?)

°Dwayne is the best with kids of the four. He might have a few problems with a baby at first, but even that he can handle. He would definitely play with the little ones, pick them up and throw them, take them flying. Or on slow motorbike rides.

°,,Who wants to play a round?"

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M = Morning (How do you spend your morning?)

°If you've slept all day and are with the boys, he'll definitely make you something to eat. Or even bring you a coffee. He appreciates you staying up to see him even though you're human. And when you fall asleep, be sure Dwayne will offer himself more than just a comfy pillow.

°,,Come here"

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N = Night (how are nights spent with them?)

°When you're up at night, you're always with the boys. You do things together, drive around or just joke around. But you spend the night alone with him in the more secluded parts of the cave. The two of you just being close, holding each other's hand and relaxing. It gives him so much of your love.

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O = Open ( how quickly would they open)

°He takes the longest of all to open up to you. He is not much of a talker anyway but he is afraid of upsetting you. Too much to say that you recognise him as a monster. He would be afraid of losing you. But after a while, on a quiet night when you were together and you had your head on his chest, he would take your hand and just start talking.

°,,I'll...tell you".

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P = Patience (how quickly do they get angry?)

°It takes a long time to piss Dwayne off. With his brothers and especially by watching Paul and Marko every day he has more than just experience. You will work it out amongst yourselves with words he will listen to you calmly. Before he gently gives his own opinion and tries to explain it to you. He would be really angry if not only one of his brothers were hurt or dead. But also if you stepped out of your danger-free zone. He would never yell at you, but he would get so loud in quotes that even the other vampires would look at him.

°,,I care about you!".

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Q = Quizzes (how much would they know or remember about you?)

°Like David, Dwayne won't necessarily ask you personally. He loves to listen to you for hours when you are with him and remembers everything. And I mean he remembers everything about you. Because if his brothers would ask him, he could tell everything exactly. Even things you would forget yourself.

°,,I just like to listen"

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R = Remember (what is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

°The moment he will always remember is when he and his brothers just came back from a hunt. It was bloody and that's how they looked. Besides the bloodstained clothes, he also had some bloodstains on his face. The four went through the entrance and arrived in the main area when they saw you sitting on the couch. You raised your eyes from an old book when you saw the four. He felt your heartbeat quicken and seemed to sense a fear just then. ,,You...succeeded," you said and walked towards Dwayne who was almost trying to hide behind his brothers. But it turned out differently. He was afraid you would see him as a monster. But when you took out a cloth and ran it over his cheek to wipe away the blood, he saw what was going on. You weren't afraid of him. You were afraid for him. That something had happened to him. It was the moment he fully knew that you had stolen his dead heart.

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S = safety (how protective are they? How would they protect you?)

°Like the others, they would all never let anything happen to you. He knows he can trust his brothers with your life. Which is how he knows you're safe. But he would still be the one with the most doubts.

°If the situation got worse, he would be the first to get you safe. Before he takes his revenge on the one who interfered. But his first priority would be you. If you were not safe in your house, he would hide you in the cave. Hypnotise you or keep you with him all the time. Only in extreme emergencies, when his brothers die or you die, he would turn you because he knows no other way.

°,,You stay with me...I'm sorry".

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T = Try (how much would they invest in dates, anniversaries, gifts etc?)

°Small gifts are sweet but I think he would still be someone who appreciates and gives small gestures more. Like an extra affectionate kiss, a few sweet words or a long night of cuddling.

°If you do have something to celebrate, I think he'll give you some of his clothes. Because he knows that you will steal them someday and that's why he doesn't just give them to you. Or even an earring of his, then you'll have it on him.

°,,Beautiful".

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U = Ugly (what would be a bad habit of them?)

°A little contradiction as you might say. Dwayne loves being a vampire as much as his brothers. But he always has in mind what could happen if one of them didn't control himself. The risks would be too great. Which is why he sometimes sends you gently but with a certain pressure to hasue when they are hunting. Just to keep you safe.

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V = Vanity (how much do they care about their appearance?)

°He is very concerned about his appearance. Even before you got together, he was because his natural attraction makes his appearance all the more important to him. He knows you love his long hair, his claw earring or his leather jacket. He likes the way you look at him dreamily. It makes him happy.

°Like David and the others, he doesn't care what you wear. Even if the sight of you wearing his leather jacket with tousled hair and a tired look doesn't just arouse his appetite.

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W = Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

°Yes he would not bear to live without you. If his brothers don't help him completely and maybe even keep an eye on him, I think he would step out into the sun in his darkest moment. Without you he would become completely mute and say almost nothing. To the point where it would more than alarm and panic his brothers. 

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X = Xtra (a random headcanon for them)

°Dwayne cleans up after the hunt, at least he wipes the blood off his face and always has something to clean up with. He knows you tolerate what he does, I mean he needs it to live. But he knows that you don't really want to see the blood. Which is why he keeps himself as suaberällt as possible. Of course he is smiled at by Marko who is having a bloodbath.

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Y = Yuck (what is something he wouldn't like about his partner?)

°There is actually nothing he doesn't like about you. He loves you all over. The only thing that worries him is when you don't talk to him at all or hardly talk to him or don't come around for several days. He worries and almost thinks himself into a downward spiral. Your presence and words have always been very special to him. He would definitely talk to you about what is going on and discuss the problem.

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Z = Zzz (what is a sleeping habit of them?)

°If he's not hanging from the ceiling and you might even be sleeping in a hammock near him. He loves to hold you when he sleeps. Whether you're half on top of him, completely on top of him or he's holding you close to him. The contact is the best.

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