#the lost boys marko x reader

[soupbabe]

Late Night Movie Run (The Lost Boys + Reader)

The boys harrass Reader at the video store.

Soo this was supposed to be a request, but I was too far into this before I realized it barely mentioned what the request wanted, so I changed it a lil and made it its own thing </3

Tagging: @rottent33th, @slaasherslut, @bugginbeetlew

You've been a long time patron of Max's Video Store, a position seen by the owner and his sons. Every week they observe your routine of coming in with a couple of films and coming back out with double the amount. Tonight, they were lucky enough to catch you come in while they were inside too. David and others stood idly by, observing your small talk with Max. It wasn't until you made your way to the horror section that they made their move.

"Fright Night, huh?" A smooth voice took you out of your focus. Looking up from the shelves you've seem to have been surrounded by a group of men dressed in leather. All of them were sizing you up, though the platinum blonde was the one to speak up once more. "Isn't that the one with the scary vampire?" He spoke slow and teasing. The words that fell from his mouth caused the others to giggle, like it was an inside joke that you "just had to be there" for. You nod, "I've been on a horror binge lately. Tonight I'm just in the mood for vampires."

Another blonde from the pack speaks up, his hair long and reeking of hairspray. He smiles through his words, "D'ya believe in them?" He twirls his hair, his smile growing wider as you shrug. "I don't know for sure...but I always keep an open mind." Your answer pleased the strangers around you. Ending the conversation there, you grab a couple more titles and try to make your way through the barricade of boys. The platinum blonde from earlier grabbed your arm. "No need to be in a rush, I thought we were making friendly conversation." He smirked as you jerked you arm out of his grip. "I don't want to be out too late, that's all."

You could hear a curly haired man groan with the longer haired one from earlier, "C'mon, hang out with us for a little. We have rides, we can take you home." Their combined charm made you consider, but soon enough, Max found his way to the aisle. His tone was firm and he rubbed his temples. "Stop harassing the customers. I thought I banned you boys from being here." At his command, the stranger rolled his eyes. "Let's go boys," the group immediately followed him out the door.

As the men made their way outside, David glanced behind him to see you staring back. "See you later, Y/n." He turned away and walked on like nothing happened, letting his words linger in the air. The interaction made a chill roll down your spine.

You never gave him your name.

Even worse, you could've sworn you saw a yellow glint in his eyes.

#The Lost Boys #the lost boys 1987 #The Lost Boys x reader #david the lost boys x reader #the lost boys dwayne #lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne x reader #lost boys Paul #lost boys paul x reader #lost boys marko #the lost boys marko x reader #horror x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

[luv4fandoms]

Another headcanon that my brain just thought of with the headcanon of Marko being Italian.

Slightly nsfw. Fem!Reader

Calling him an Italian Stallion

The first time you said it was teasingly, everyone was heading to the boardwalk and as you followed you just said "I call dibs on riding with the Italian Stallion"

The grin on Marko's face was instant

Like full on shit eating, ego has been boosted grin

The second time you said it was more loving

Marko was watching you as you come back to their bikes, hand and hand with Laddie.

He noticed some surfer Nazis staring at you as you played the games, winning the small boy the stuffed bat he wanted.

He knew he couldn't just walk over and kill them, as much as he wanted to.

You noticed his gaze once you stood next to him and followed it to a group of guys all staring at the two of you.

Rolling your eyes you looked back at Marko, turning his head to face you.

"Ignore them"

"they're staring"

"let them stare, you know I only have eyes for my Italian Stallion" you told him with a playful smile, a smile that was quickly mirrored on his face before he pulled you in for a deep kiss

Little did the two of you know that at the same time, while kissing, you both flipped off the group of guys.

The third time it was your turn to be a bit jealous.

Some girl thought she had the right to come up and outright flirt with Marko

You had been talking to Paul near his bike as you both looked around the crowd for his potential hookup/meal that night when you first heard it

That God awful giggle followed by a "well hello handsome, you look like a fun time"

You and Paul turned at the same time, noticing a blonde girl twirling her hair and eyeing Marko like she wanted to eat him

You internally laughed because you knew it would be the other way around

But never the less you could feel your blood boil when she laid her hand on his arm, leaning in to talk to him.

"I've seen your group around before, you get into fights a lot" she giggled. "But I've also seen you cuss people out in Italian, that's hot, I love Italian men. You maybe wanna let me go for a ride on your bike?"

And with that you were done.

"The only one riding on that bike and that Italian Stallion is me, and if you'd like to keep that hand of yours unbroken I suggest you remove it from his arm" you spoke behind her, watching as she slowly turned to face you, eyes wide.

Marko on the other hand had the biggest grin on his face

And low-key may have popped a boner at your territorialism

"And you are?" She actually had the nerve to ask.

"His girlfriend, now you have five seconds before I rip your throat out. 5!"

And with that she was gone with her group of friends, looking at you like you were completely insane.

Marko on the other hand was cackling

To him it was the funniest shit, after all, he had no desire for any girl but you, but how quickly you shut her down made him feel almost..proud in a way.

"You weren't jealous were you babe?" He asked with that shit eating grin as he pulled you in close.

"Not jealous, jealousy is when you know there is a possibility of losing. I'm territorial, simply protecting what's mine"

"What's yours huh?" He asked, grin now buried against your neck, Marko never had someone flat out tell him he belonged to them, and he wouldn't lie and say it wasn't doing things to him.

"why don't we head back to the cave? I can grab a snack tomorrow" he said with that grin that said you were in for a long night.

The fourth time you said it was after you got back to the cave.

Things were getting hot and heavy

Clothes were already off

Kisses had become messy

And Marko had already made you cum twice just with his tongue and fingers alone.

"You ready baby?" He asked, breath ragged from holding himself back.

"Show me what you got, Italian Stallion" you told him with a wink, listening to the growl that left him before he pounced, trapping your wrists against the bed with his hands. Your legs wrapping around his waist.

"sei tutto mio, amore mio per sempre" he whispered against your lips.

(Google translated that last bit so sorry if it's a bit off lol. But it said it means "you are all mine, my love forever")

Italian Marko really has me in a chokehold not gonna lie.

#honestly i feel like i need to write more about him being italian #they flow too easily not to lol #the lost boys #the lost boys headcanons #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys smut #marko the lost boys #the lost boys marko x reader #tlb #marko tlb #tlb 1987 #tlb smut #tlb x reader #tlb marko x reader #tlb headcanons #tlb hc

[tywrites]

not your babe | the lost boys [marko x reader]

a/n: hi! this is my first time actually writing in around 9 months? so i apologise if it’s bad :’) it’s also my first time writing for the lost boys! i just can’t get this man out of my head >.< i found marko pretty difficult to characterise so i apologise if he’s ooc <3 as always feedback is super appreciated!

summary: you get stood and marko wants to make you feel better :( inspired by this post by @kurt-nightcrawler​

pairing: marko x gn!reader (i’m pretty sure i didn’t use any gender terms-)

word count: 2.2k

warnings: cheating :0, i think that’s it? maybe ooc marko

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A sigh fell from your lips. The bright lights from the boardwalk shimmered around you, taunting you. Intoxicated whoops and screams of laughter echoed and swirled through the air. Your arms were comfortingly wrapped around your body despite the warm summer night. Gazing longingly at the people around you having such a good time caused your heart to ache. As much as you wished to join in with the festivities, there was a heavy bitterness lying inside you.

Your boyfriend wasn’t the most punctual person in Santa Carla, but standing you up completely was new. After waiting for nearly 2 hours, you were close to giving up and going on home, maybe drowning your sorrows in a bottle of wine and shitty late night TV. You glanced at your watch once more, the neon numbers only succeeding in making you feel worse. I mean, really? What kind of person leaves their partner waiting for this long? Had he forgotten or could he just not be bothered to drag his sorry ass here tonight? You’d only been dating for about a month, but you really couldn’t believe that you meant so little to him.

You surveyed the boardwalk, taking notice of all the familiar faces. You were a regular there, having lived in Santa Carla for pretty much your whole life. It may be dangerous, but it was home. In the distance, you could make out a gang of Surf Nazis messing around with Big Ed, the boardwalk’s night guard, as per usual. Clumps of people were scattered around, chatting at the top of their lungs; drunks and junkies wobbling their way around the stalls. The boardwalk was particularly crowded tonight, probably due to the weekend; but there was no sight of him. Biting your lip, you decided that enough was enough and began to gather your things ready to leave. It was particularly frustrating since you’d put so much effort into your appearance tonight. But whatever, dude didn’t deserve to see you looking so good if he couldn’t even be bothered to show up.

A sudden cacophony of motorcycle engines broke you from your thoughts. You dropped your bag back onto the bench and whipped around, hoping to see your boyfriend. He was never seen without his bike. Instead, you were met with a gang of boys who you were all too familiar with. Clad in leather and showing a tasteful amount of skin, they were definitely a hard bunch to miss.

A few of them frequented the record shop you worked night shifts at, usually the two blonds (the natural ones anyway...) They’d always been sweet to you, despite their reputation – even going as far as to chase away some guys who’d been harassing you one time. That happened all too often around here so you really did appreciate the gesture. Those guys never entered the store again. You understood why people found them intimidating, but to you, they were really fun to be around. Always laughing and joking around in the store, and more often than not, flirting too. Especially Marko. You’d found yourself drawn to the wild guy in a way you’d never been before. His fashion sense, his humour, the way he always made a point of making conversation with you whenever he’d come in. You kinda had it bad for him. Maybe he flirted a bit too much for your taste considering he knew you were taken, but he was funny and definitely easy on the eyes. Your boyfriend really didn’t approve of your friendship, he always seemed to pull you away the moment you started getting too close for comfort. The two guys really didn’t get along.

You struggled to tear your eyes away from Marko as he and his friends parked on the side of the boardwalk. They bantered good-naturedly, giggling with each other as they dismounted their bikes. The girl and kid that always hung around with them hopped off the bikes and wandered into the fairground, the rest of them speaking for a moment before Marko turned and headed into the crowd with Paul. They strutted around for a bit, looking around the area before Marko looked in your direction. You quickly averted your eyes, the ground suddenly becoming very interesting. He brought Paul in for a moment to whisper in his ear. When he pulled away, a large suggestive grin was plastered on Paul’s face and he clapped Marko’s back as if wishing him luck before continuing on. Marko rolled his eyes at his friend’s antics while heading over to you.

“Hey there babe,”

“Not your babe,” you reminded him, looking up to meet those mischievous blue eyes you’d grown so familiar with.

He smirked as he advanced towards you, looking at you intently. He was pretty close now, standing in front of the small bench you were sitting on. He bounced on the heels of his feet as he glanced around, gently nibbling on the skin of his thumb. Cute. “So… Where’s your little boyfriend?” He asked, quirking a brow.

You looked down, shuffling your feet. God, this was humiliating. “He, uh...”

“Didn’t show?”

You let out a short, half-hearted laugh. “That obvious, huh? Yeah, you got it right,”

“Asshole. Clearly doesn’t know what he’s missing. You look really fucking good tonight.” He grinned when he noticed the blush that rose to your face at that. You realised that you were genuinely smiling for the first time tonight. “So since he’s not here… you’re free tonight, right?”

“I mean, technically. But I was honestly just planning on heading home, not really in the best mood y’know? Wouldn’t wanna bring the vibe down,” you replied, fidgeting with the strap of your bag.

“Aw c’mon!” He took your hands in his, the leather of his gloves sliding against your soft skin. “The night’s still young, don’t let that tiny dick asshole ruin it for you,”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, your laugh only making Marko smile wider. God, your laugh did things to him. You knew this might be a bad idea. You were still taken. But right now, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. He was the one who fucked up, why should your night be ruined because of him? You mulled it over for a moment before replying.

“Fuck it. Why not?”

“Then let’s bounce, babe.”

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Your arms were wound tightly around Marko’s torso, gently tracing patterns onto the bare skin of his stomach exposed by his crop top. The firm denim of his jacket was rough against your bare arms, the many patches layered over each other creating an uneven texture. You leant your cheek against his back as you sped through the night, sand flying up into the air as you rode. It was exhilarating. Your boyfriend never let you near his bike; it was his pride and joy. At this very moment, as the wind whipped through your hair, splaying it out behind you – you’d truly never felt more alive. You screamed in excitement and tightened your grip when he suddenly lifted the bike back into a wheelie, whooping wildly. The engine roared deafeningly. Your eyes clenched shut involuntarily as you felt the bike lean back, your stomach dropping. You could hear Marko chuckling at the screams coming from your mouth and found yourself laughing along.

The moon and his headlights lit the way in front, showing nothing but a long expanse of sand. To your right was the most gorgeous view of the ocean, to the left the vivid lights from the fairground. It felt as though the moonlight was stalking you both, following you through the shadows and bouncing off the waves. Part of you didn’t want the night to end. It was like a dream.

Unfortunately, the ride was finished too soon. Riding bumpily back up the stairs to the boardwalk, Marko parked his bike back where you’d first started nearly two hours ago. After that ride, your boyfriend wasn’t even a passing thought in your mind. All you could think about was the pretty boy who was currently helping you off the back of his bike.

“How was that?” He grinned as he slung his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

“Well, it was definitely worth the absolute mess that is my hair right now,” you giggled, trying your best to smooth out your locks but to no avail. Not that it mattered when two seconds later Marko’s hand found it’s way into your hair, messing it up once again. You glared playfully at him.

“It’s cute, you should keep it like that,” he winked. “C’mon!”

He grabbed your hand, dragging you into the fairground before you could protest. Not that you would have. You weren’t 100% sure where all of this was going – whether he was just trying to cheer you up because of the whole boyfriend thing or whether it was something more. But you put all of those thoughts to the back of your mind. You just wanted to have a good time.

And you did. He dragged you on pretty much every ride, no matter how many times you was chased off by the security guard. Laughing delightedly together on the biggest roller coasters, you clinging tightly to his arm as the cart teetered over the edge of steep inclines. The teasing quips he’d make about you being scared. It was a rush, a breath of fresh air. The pounding in your heart and lungs as you sprinted away from Ed hunting the two of you down. Of course Marko hadn’t told you about his ban from the boardwalk. You weren’t one to get in trouble a lot, but this was exhilarating. After getting pursued all throughout the fun house (you’d lost Ed in the mirror room, and Marko for a short while too, but you’d reunited outside the fun house), the two of you sprinted down to a ride at the very end of the fairground. A boat ride on a track tempted you, one you hadn’t seen before. Must be new. But hiding in the tunnel seemed like a good shout.

“Quick, on here!” You both hopped onto the ride, the boat rocking creakily in the water, and frantically urged the operator to start.

The bored teen cranked the lever and you were off, heading towards a tunnel lit up with pink tinted lights on the inside. You looked up just in time to see the lit up banner pasted on top of the tunnel. The Tunnel of Love.

Go figure.

You breathed heavily, desperately trying to catch your breath, clutching the side of the boat. Looking at your companion, you couldn’t understand how Marko seemed so unbothered while you were still fighting the stitch in your side. Instead, he was far more distracted by the inside of the tunnel. Huge heart-shaped arches lead you through the ride, flower petals were scattered across the water. Neon bulbs emanated a pink glow as a subtle, sweet smell spread through the air.

He looked at you, smirking. “Just wanted to get me alone, huh babe?”

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder with your own. “Not your babe…” you said quietly.

He giggled, intently gazing into your eyes. Carefully, he reached out and took your hand. You felt the cool leather of his fingerless gloves and rough callouses as he gently played with your fingertips. He smiled lopsidedly at you. Your heart fluttered.

“You still thinking about him? Your night still ruined?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head. “He’s the last thing on my mind right now.”

His gaze was intense, you felt so analysed. One of his hands left yours, coming up to cup your cheek. Your breath hitched but you leant into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed. You waited. Soft lips pressed against your own, capturing your mouth in a sweet kiss. It was so different than you expected, gentle and slow. Until he took his arm and moved it to your back, manoeuvring you onto his lap. His hand dropped to your waist, his grip firm as he deepened the kiss. You arms came up to settle around his neck, one of your hands tangled in his blond curls. He held you tightly against his body as his lips moved in sync with yours, the kiss becoming gradually more messy as it went on. You were breathless, chest heaving but unable to part from him. The gloved hand around your waist became more and more confident, playing with the hem of your shirt before sliding underneath. The cold leather made you shiver as it slid against you, tracing patterns on your side. It was so sudden when he bit your lip, a high whine escaping you. You could feel him smirk against your lips. Your head was foggy as he reconnected your lips, almost possessive with the way he held you against him.

“That’s enough kids, break it up!”

You hadn’t even noticed the ride stop. You sprung apart from him, still feeling as though your were under a trance. Looking up, blinking in the bright lights of the fairground, you saw the night guard hovering over you both, a triumphant scowl on his face.

“Uh oh-”

“I’ve got you now!”

Marko yanked you up, leapt out of the boat and – narrowly escaping Ed’s arms – the chase began once again. You ran side by side into the night, laughing manically. You’d definitely be giving your boyfriend a call tonight.

#the lost boys x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys marko #the lost boys marko x reader

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Marko ~ Part.4

warning : +18, smut, minor's don't read, murder, blood, biting, kissing, hair pulling, stabbing, pain kink, sadism/masochism, bloddrinking, knife play, blood play, getting horny by stabbing someone

sub!Marko x dom!fem reader

masterlist

Part.1 (Prolog), Part.2 (Paul), Part.3 (Dwayne), Part.5 (David)

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The five were in the room and she couldn't help but slowly take the four bats to her heart. Maybe the first meeting wasn't so good, even if she wasn't afraid.

She still wasn't afraid, but she felt that she had gained a kind of respect. From almost everyone except you she thought and looked at David who was still sitting in the chair and seemed more and more annoyed.

But she would let him fidget a little longer - it was a bit his own fault. If his look hadn't been so full of self-conceit, she might have taken him on earlier and not last.

She already knew when she was going to choose, and last but not least, she had just the right opportunity for the night. Getting to know the customers a little and experimenting with one thing or another would certainly be interesting.

She saw Marko's grin pass over her as he looked from Paul and Dwayne to her. He seemed to know that she would choose him and he at least had a clear idea of what he wanted to do and would do with her.

Continuing to ignore David's gaze, she walked past the group to her desk. Sitting down on her chair she opened her drawer and took out an object.

Tucking it into her corset she saw the curious looks of Paul and Marko who had of course seen it. ,,What have you got there?" asked Paul, leaning forward curiously but keeping his hands to himself. He knows where his place is...at least here she said before she turned to Marko and saw his gaze moving over her body. He took his time looking from her exposed thighs up to her skimpy skirt.

She thought she saw an excited flash in his eyes as he looked over her corset and observed her neck. ,,You," she said and had barely finished when Marko rose with a grin and his hand closed around her side, pulling her close. Full of energy and she knew exactly what he wanted.

Knew exactly how he was sizing her up and knew exactly what he wanted from her. This will be fun she thought and waved goodbye to the three of them as she walked out of the room with a happily grinning Marko. She was fully aware that David had probably already killed and sucked her dry a thousand times with his gaze.

But she would deal with him later. ,,Your Bloody Marys are good," she heard him say as his hand gripped her tighter, just like the first time they met. Since they had met and seen each other outside the brothel a few hours ago. His tight grip on her hand that he would have loved to break.

She knew he wanted to hurt her, felt that there was something insane under that grin. She knew that although he was the smallest, almost the most inconspicuous, he had the most bloodthirst.

She knew exactly what she had for him. ,,Well, we have fresh ingredients," she replied, and the two walked through the main room again. Passing her protégés, each of whom had meanwhile picked up a customer, she stopped for a moment.

She saw the interested look on Marko's face, who was looking at them all with a grin. ,,Try not to ruin the furniture" she said and saw Marko looking at her almost as if he was waiting to see what she would do. Before she broke away from Marko with an apologetic look and walked over to the bar.

Making herself a Bloody Mary under Marko's watchful amused yet slightly impatient eyes, she hummed something to herself.

Pouring the frozen liquid into the glass before her fingers slid under the tray and pressed the button. Let the feast begin, she thought, before seconds later the blinds moved in front of the door and windows and the room was illuminated only by the dark red light.

Taking the drink in complete silence, she passed Marko who was licking his lips as the screams began to echo through the room. As one vampire after another sucked its victim dry, its sharp fangs sinking into the body and taking what blood they needed.

The bodies were biting to get every last drop so that they could go into this ecstasy. ,,Marko, are you coming?" she asked over-friendly and smiled at him as she saw him turn to her, fascinated by the show that was the bloodbath.

He only gave a short nod and she saw how his fingernails had already started to form sharp claws. Cute she thought and took a sip of the drink, tasting the alcohol, the little taste of blood she knew was not necessarily bad, but she didn't take too much of it.

Because in the end she was just a normal person. She felt him behind her again, his cold hand on her shoulder. His fingers were on her skin and she knew that if he wanted he could rip her arm off with his claw. It was mostly a game for him.

A game of how far he could go before she broke, no longer the brothel owner who had everyone under control and knew about the existence of the vampires.

A game in which he wanted to see her break and finally have a scared victim he could have for himself. ,,I'll have to come back next time," she heard him murmur, knowing that he wouldn't just be a guest for one night, because at the latest when the shutters closed again, she had the feeling that the blonde would appear almost too often.

Casting a glance over her shoulder she said, ,,We're open every night, just bring your snack with you," before arriving at the other staircase that led to another area of the spacious building below. The cold steel seemed to be the same cold as Marko's. Once touched, it did not leave her body.

It stayed and did not seem to want to leave her. Going downstairs the pleasant slightly rustic yet inviting design gave way. It became dark, the walls barren and grey, the floor dark and dirty.

The doors gave way and to Marko's surprise were replaced by prison cells. ,,Are we going to play cop and you're going to be the slut I stop?" he asked, smirking at his suggestion, which seemed to more than please him. As his hand moved from her shoulder to her breasts and ran over the corset with his fingers.

Squeezing lightly and hoping for a reaction. I'll have to leave role play for another time, she made a mental note and shook her head slightly. ,,You'll see, I was thinking more of something show-like" she admitted and they walked past the various cells.

Some were empty, some were still full of objects, old rusty chains, dried blood, some contained shadows that you didn't know if they were alive or not. Before she arrived at a normal door, she opened it and disappeared into the room as the door closed in the basement.

But the room inside was not necessarily prettier either, the walls and floor simply flowing with a chequered pattern. Almost too new and too shiny to fit down here. ,,An empty room, shall we imagine another show now?" the blond joked, simulating the turning of a steering wheel as he walked around the room a little.

He probably saw the road ahead of him in his police car. But his "prostitute" did not seem to be driving yet. On the contrary, she walked purposefully towards a dark corner of the room.

She knew exactly what was there, now the game just had to begin. ,,You know, there are always people who pay extra, whether it's for sexual favours or to become a vampire," she said, taking another sip of her drink as the rattle of metal was heard.

She watched him linger in his seat, interested, not yet realising where his night would lead. Not knowing that he was not the only one with a blood lust. ,,Does that mean I can pay for more than just your blood?" he asked his implication more than clearly, but she nodded curtly before the rustling sound came again.

Taking the metal chain in her hand she pulled it towards her and made a movement towards Marko. Seeing both surprise and hunger in the vampire's eyes, she knew she had him where she wanted him.

The metal chain ended in a collar around the neck of a man stripped down to a loose white shirt and his pants. ,,You'd be surprised how quickly other buyers give in after you've shown them a thing or two," she said as she took another sip of the drink before finishing it. She saw Marko looking interestedly back and forth between his apparent victims.

She saw him coming closer, his pointed canines flashing out and she knew it would only be a matter of moments before he attacked his victim. But in his lust for his ecstasy, he did not see the flash of her disapproval, did not see her pure disgust as she looked at the man.

The reason why she almost didn't get the establishment and she certainly hadn't gone overboard to stop now. At a moment when she saw him lunge to sink his claws into the man's body, she also lunged. The glass shattered with a crack on the man's head, who then sank to his knees, making a painful sound.

The glass splintered almost like small crystals through the area and spread out on the floor. ,,You know, even though I'm not a vampire like you, killing is fun," she said, reaching into her corset and taking out the object.

Letting the blade pop out she saw the grin on Marko's face who even stepped back a little to give her some space. ,,A feast for the eyes my pretty" the vampire murmured and watched the event which must have been like the best porno for him.

He saw the blood dripping from the wound on his head, the glass mixing with the blood and the sounds of pain reaching his ears.

How she grabbed the man and threw him to the ground, pulling the metal chain tighter around his neck. The groan and plea that came from the man's lips before she sank the knife into the man's body.

The blood spurting out of the wound, gradually staining her body with blood and soaking her. How the blood wetted her hair, the individual drops flowed down her body and Marko looked at each one.

The smell of blood excited him and he saw one of the most beautiful images as she stabbed over and over again at the already dead. ,,If you had told me earlier, I would have followed you everywhere," she heard him murmur before she plunged the knife into the body one last time.

Breathing heavily but looking at Marko with relief, he came over to her. Barely looking at the dead man, his hand wrapped around his arm before he yanked it off.

A mixture of curiosity, excitement and joy shimmered in his eyes. What he had seen had visibly excited him, and her breath, heavy with the strain of the kill, mingled with his excited joy. They had both got their high from the deed.

Watching him squeeze the blood from her arm, the bones giving way underneath, she removed her clothes, which were still stained with blood. ,,You have to model for me sometime," she murmured, completely spellbound as the vampire gave in to his thirst for blood.

The slightly dishevelled hair, the stained lips from the blood that had already begun to stain his clothes, to the sharp fangs she suddenly wanted in her own body. She saw his gaze go from his meal to her, looking at her naked bloodied body.

His grin on his lips as he looked at her and he returned the compliment like this. ,,Marko" came more pleadingly from her lips than it should have seen his eyes go to her the excited look in his widened yet glassy eyes.

Throwing aside the arm that was now completely inconsequential, he put his hands on her hips and effortlessly lifted her free of the body. Instinctively she wrapped her legs around him and felt his bloodstained lips on hers.

How he deepened the kiss and she felt the wall against her back. His hiss as she saw him pull away from her and take one hand to wipe away the blood as she bit into him. ,,Beastly," he smirked and licked the blood away under her watchful gaze as his other hand moved to her breasts.

They massaged and she felt a twitch go through his cock as she groaned and pulled him closer. Wanting more of his touch and finally being touched.

His fingers pinching her nipples and enjoying her excited noises. Turning her head slightly to the side he understood and his lips laid on her neck. Sucking and kissing her aorta, she felt him hold on tighter, his claws dragging stripes across her skin.

Knowing that every beat of her heart, the rush of her blood and her warmth only excited him more. A throaty moan escaped her as his kiss turned into a bite and he sank his teeth into her neck.

The sweet pain that went through her body as she tangled her hands in his long hair. Listening to his sighs and moans as he lost himself in the taste of her blood. He seemed to become addicted to her.

With a tug on his hair she pulled him from her neck and thought she heard a suppressed whimper. ,,Behave yourself, will you?" she reminded him, seeing the grin again before she engaged him in another kiss.

A kiss in which she not only continued to pull his hair lightly, a kiss that would take the grin off his face. ,,You taste amazing" he murmured to her and licked over the bite wound from which blood was still flowing. ,,I bet you do too," she replied, gripping the knife in her hand tighter before drawing it across his torso.

But the startled groan let her know that he was on either side of her. The monster, the freak, the sadist who loved to inflict pain. As well as sweet little Marko who loved to get the pain in a challenge just as much.

The blade that at first left only a few red stripes like himself became a cut when pressed hard and then another and another. On and on until she thought she heard the blond's first plea and praise in a sick mix of laughter.

Running her fingers through his blond hair she pulled and forced him to release his neck ever so slightly. ,,Good boy," she said jokingly and heard the amused giggle of Marko who didn't respond to the nickname like Paul. He wasn't supposed to, they both knew that. But she heard his twitching and shakily excited exhale as she put the blade to his neck.

She pressed the blade harder and harder against his neck and felt him becoming more and more almost jittery and eager to be cut by her. ,,Come on," she heard him say impatiently before she made him wait another moment. Instead, she engaged him in another kiss before she made the first cut and heard his moan of pleasure.

Putting the blade where the blood had collected to her lips as she released the kiss and licked his blood she felt another twitch of his cock.

How he gripped her even tighter and she was sure that her skin would break under his claws. The more he held her, the more she played with the blood, the more aroused he became.

She felt his hand slide down and he opened his trousers not waiting for her. He shouldn't, not like Dwayne, he wasn't made for that either.

Pulling the knife over his body again she let out an excited moan. ,,Fuck-Marko" his name came from her lips as her free hand scratched his back. Feeling the different textiles of his jacket under her fingers, she nevertheless sensed his coldness.

She only muffledly heard him mumble something to her before he pulled his jacket lightly off his shoulders with his free hand. It was clear to her, even if lust clouded her mind, what he wanted. More adrenaline, more blood, more pain and more of her.

Gripping the knife tighter in her slightly trembling hand, she applied the blade again. But a breathless whimper came from her lips as she thrust and at the same time he dug his teeth into her neck again.

Surpassing his previous bite and biting even deeper, she worried for a moment that he would bite through her. Because she trusted him in the ecstasy they were both in that he wanted her for himself.

To mackle her and tell the others that she was his. But just like her, he did not hold back his devotion to pain and arousal. Sucking the blood out of her, the pain of the knife running over his skin and him moving faster.

More and more he lost himself in her and she gave herself to him more and more. ,,Marko" came pleadingly and yet her voice full of lust clouded over her lips as she felt her vision slowly begin to flicker. He mumbled something indistinctly but she could hardly understand it over the noise.

The knife still in her hand knew she would not kill him but she knew it could hurt him. She realised that they were both getting more and more lost in the feeling and both knew how this would end. ,,I know" he replied clearly this time as he detached himself from her neck for a moment.

His tongue ran over her cheek and he licked and kissed the tears she had not noticed. Which satisfied him had made her cry. She felt the pull in her abdomen as his thrusts became faster and more rhythmic.

Before they both let out a guttural moan which turned into a scream. When Marko bit again and she rammed the knife into his shoulder in return. Both still lost in the pain, he slowly detached himself from her and let her slide relatively gently down the wall.

While he moved away from her and sat opposite her while they both tended to the wounds. ,,I guess I bit a little too hard," he smirked and was about to pull the knife from his shoulder when he made a painful sound. ,,I guess I stabbed you a little too hard," she said and slowly stood up before she passed Marko.

She ran her fingers through his blond hair, which made him giggle, before putting her clothes back on. The now clearly better days had seen the corset again and the skirt over her hips pull she went back to Marko.

Positioning herself behind him and putting her hand on the knife, she pressed it more firmly into his body for a moment. ,,My sweet sweet Marko I advise you very much to curb your blood thirst with me" she whispered to him and ran her other hand through his blond curls before grabbing them tighter and pulling his head back.

She saw the grin on his lips but his gaze still had the madness in his eyes. ,,For you, my sacrifice," he replied before she pulled the knife from his shoulder and he rose in one swift movement to pull her into another kiss. ,,You must join us on our hunt," he said as he released her and tore his top from his body, completely untouched, and held it out to her. ,,Thank you maybe some other night," she said, rolling her eyes, and cleaned herself up in a makeshift manner, which Marko observed and his own injuries did not seem to bother him.

Moments later, tossing the scrap of clothing carelessly onto the corpse, she looked at the dead man. ,,If you need help with something like that, I'll be happy to come for an extra snack...literally," Marko said, squatting down next to the body to move it back and forth.

Laughing at his offer, but knowing he was serious, she paid little further attention to the dead man. ,,If you have that much stamina you're welcome," she said and folded the knife back up before moving towards the door and holding it open.

Much to her curiosity, Marko snatched a hand from his victim and happily came over to her before the two of them walked along the corridor. ,,What's that for?" she asked and looked at the slightly dripping but still cold hand in his hand.

But he just grinned as usual and said, ,,You'll see," before he closed his free hand around her waist and pulled her close to him as they both walked back to the office.

In the main area their bats had also eaten their fill and the corpses lay carelessly on the floor, some in a large pool of blood, some torn apart and some still seeming half alive and still being played with. ,,I hope it tasted good," she said to her protégés, who all made a satisfied noise and licked the remaining drops of blood from their fingers.

Marko smirked at all this, but only as always, before the two arrived at the office and went inside. ,,Somebody had fun!" Paul exclaimed when he saw the blood on both of them that they hadn't got off.

Marko, who went over to Paul, happily handed the other blond his hand. ,,Just what I need!" said Paul happily, turning the new hand back and forth, the only human in the room not even wanting to ask what he needed it for. A craft project perhaps? she thought before putting the knife back in the drawer and sitting down on the chair.

She saw the observant look on Dwayne's face, who didn't seem to be distracted by the carnage and she almost guessed that he had a similar side, even if less insane than Marko.

Paul's gaze was nothing but joy and devotion for the severed hand and for her as he looked to his adored one. But she felt David's piercing gaze only too much before she turned to him and finally gave him the attention he wanted and needed.

The cigarette between his lips moved slightly as he said, ,,My turn," before he rose from the chair and walked to the door. ,,Your turn," she replied, smiling slightly in satisfaction before rising from the chair and walking to the leader of the vampires. The night still had a few hours left.

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@ghoulgeousimmaculate , @misslavenderlady , @vampirefilmlover , @adharafirenze , @ria-coolgirl , @hypocriticaltypwriter , @lostobys1987girl , @paranormal-fool , @mjtheartist04 , @palomam18

#tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #tlb david #tlb dwayne #tlb paul #tlb marko #tlb marko x reader #the lost boys marko x reader #reader is female #no use of y/n #minors dont read #smut #blooddrinking #blood play #blood #tw murder #biting #kissing #hair pulling #stabbing #pain kink #knife k!nk #knife play #sadistic #masochist

[sad-ghost-of-garbage]

Papier-mâché Mischief

Papier-mâché Mischief Author: SadGhostofGarbage Marko x fem reader Words: 1291 Warnings: swearing, implied sexual themes, reader has a sister? Google translate Italian.

This is a self indulgent crack fic written for my amusement. Loosely based on mine and my sister’s oc’s. Also I kinda want to go back and make a gender neutral version, if anyone wants that lemme know:)

And I'm tagging @britany1997 because she ask to be tagged for my writing, i’m sorry it’s a crack fic bestie lol

Reader confesses to her sister that she thinks Marko loves his pigeons more than her.

Sitting comfortably across from your sister, the both of you enjoying an evening cup of coffee. You decide to bring up something that’s been on your mind. “You know, I think Marko loves his pigeons more than me?” “I’m sorry what?” Your sister said with confused amusement. “Yeah, like I know he’d stab a bitch for me, but like he’d burn this fucking town to the ground if someone fucked with Peony and Pepper.” “I think you have it backwards but explain why you think this?” Setting her coffee down she turns towards you with an eyebrow raised. “Like yesterday we were supposed to watch a movie together but when it came time to, all his attention was on the damn pigeons!” “Woah there sissy, no need to raise your voice. Lest Marko hear you cursing his pigeons.” She snickered. “I’m not cursing his pigeons, I am grieving that my boyfriend would rather spend time with them over me.” Your sister sighs and looks at you with exasperation and a slight smile. “Okay so we just make it so Marko has no choice but to pay attention to you.”  That's when she starts whispering an idea that has you both giggling in uncontrollable fits.

It took a week of the both of you working as often as was unsuspicious. Which of course was suspicious to David because your sister was spending more time “on a project” than with him. Which, you told him that she was hardly spending less time with him he was just clingy; which earned a glower and a huffy puff of cigarette smoke. But even with David poking his nose toward your project, you both managed to get the job done without him giving a tip off to his unsuspecting brother.

The day came and as your sister helped you get ready the both of you were laughing uncontrollably. “Oh gods I wish I could be here to see his face!” She said giggling while helping you with lacing up the sexy corset that went with the lingerie set you both went to purchase earlier that week. Which reminds you to thank your sister for bravely taking the price of one unaccompanied shopping trip, she was a saint and David was an asshole. But you couldn’t worry too much about her, she was his wife; but the price for that trip was going to be heavy. “Hello? Earth to y/n?” Shaking you out of your thoughts she looks at you with concern, “you okay? I called you a hot mama and you didn’t punch me.” “Huh oh I just worried about what David was going to do to you for letting us go shopping alone.” “Ah don’t worry about that, you know David won’t hurt me that bad, he loves me too much.” “You’re right and knowing you, you’ll probably enjoy it.” You both bust out laughing before you both hear the revving of engines. The tell-tale signs that the boys were almost home. Quickly you both finished up getting things ready, and with one last giggle your sister helped you slip the papier-mâché mask you made over your head; and she exited the room to put your plan in motion. As the boys entered the cave she greeted them as she always did with a smile and a kiss. But when it came to Marko she held his arm with a smile and whispered “Y/n has a surprise for you, she is in your nest.” With a sultry wink and a waggle of her eyebrows she sauntered off to busy herself with fussing and coo-ing over the other boys. Marko perked up at the thought of his mate in their nest waiting with a surprise for him. The curly headed blonde trailed off to his room with a bit of a pep in his step; that did not go unnoticed by his brothers. “Hey where’s Marko off to in such a hurry?” Paul said looking up from where he was rolling his “appetizer.” The woman who was now comfortably sitting upon David’s lap smiled big at Paul’s question and tried to contain her laughter but couldn’t help but let out a cacophony of giggles. “Don’t worry about it puppy, Marko has an engagement he needs to attend.” She said with a girlish cackle. Her husband just continues to pet her hip and with a shake of his head he lets out a puff of smoke. “He’s going to be mad, you know?” His wife just gives him an evil grin. “But it will be so worth it,” she says in a sing-song voice. “And besides that, I have a devilishly handsome head vampire husband to make sure Marko doesn’t hurt me too much.” “Who says I’ll protect you if you’ve been naughty?” Everyone left in the common room of the cave just stops and turns to David, giving him the look that says he’s full of shit. “Dude you baby her almost as much as she babies me.” Paul says, shaking his head.

Sitting on your nest propped up by copious amounts of pillows, laying splayed out like an ethereal being. Hearing your lover call out from the dark tunnel leading to your shared room, “Tesoro? What are you planning, little dove?” He giggles as he makes his way into your room. Your heart is hammering in your chest, it’s taking everything for you to not start giggling. “Come find out handsome.” You say trying to put on your best sultry tone. Marko emerges into the alcove of your shared room, his predatory gaze landing on you, the cocky attitude melting away. “What the absolute fuck is that?” It takes every fiber of your being to hold in your laughter at the look of confusion and anger on your mate's face. But you take a deep breath and continue. “What’s wrong baby, this is what you want right?” The condescension in your voice is ignored as Marko is too dumbfounded to register it. “Why the fuck would I? What?” And the damn breaks and you lose it, it starts as giggling then rapidly turns into uncontrollable laughter and cackling. “Amore, why in the nine hells would I want to fuck you in a papier-mâché pigeon mask?” You can’t catch a breath to answer him, as you're choking on laughter. He marches over to your nest, crawls on top of you and pulls the mask off your head. “What the fuck?” Pinning your arms down and holding you still, he manages to calm you into a small fit of giggles. “I thought that since your pigeon’s catch your attention more than I do, I would make something that better suits your tastes.” Marko looks at you with genuine confusion. “Il mio tesoro sacro, why would you think that?” The mischief melts away and the anxiety sets in. Shying into yourself you look away from his glowing green eyes. “I… it's just that. You're always busy with them when we’re supposed to be having us time.” Sighing and wriggling underneath his grip, you try and get out of his grasp. Which prompts him to tighten his grip on you. “I… I didn’t notice that I was leaving you wanting tesoro. I'm sorry dove, I'll try to be better, okay prezioso?” He asks tenderly. “Thank you Marko, I’ve really missed you.” He smiles and starts nuzzling your neck leaving soft kisses along your skin. “Well in that case I better make up for lost time huh?” He pulls back with a devilish grin and throws the pigeon mask that was laying next to you both into a far corner of the room. “Besides it'd be a shame to waste the other half of your little get up.”

Italian Tesoro - treasure Amore - love Il mio tesoro sacro - My sacred treasure Prezioso - precious one

#lost boys x reader #the lost boys #The Lost Boys 1987 #the lost boys marko #the lost boys marko x reader #sgog writes

[man-moth-hook-hand]

Sweet-cheecks' in their e-girl phase

I love these silly little edits and want each of the boys to have their own, unique, sense of fashion.

#marko tlb #marko the lost boys #the lost boys #marko tlb 1987 #marko the lost boys 1987 #tlb marko #tlb 1987 marko #the lost boys marko x reader #marko x reader #marko tlb x reader #marko tlb 1987 x reader #marko the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys 1987 x reader

[bangtanmix73]

The Lost Boys Masterlist

Headcannons

The Lost Boys x a homebody reader

The Lost Boys x reader who eats a lot, but is still skinny

The Lost Boys x reckless!reader

The Lost Boys x s/o with obnoxious younger siblings

The Lost Boys; Silencing him with a kiss

Oneshots

“Hungry, boys?” The Lost boys x fem!reader

#The Lost Boys 1987 #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys dwayne x reader #the lost boys marko x reader #the lost boys paul x reader #the lost boys david x reader

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Dream Journal

Entry # 2

I don't dream often, but when I do my dreams are very strange. So I'd like to share those dreams with you. (^_^)

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This one was with Marko from The Lost Boys, but it was set before he was a vampire.

(Had this dream April 10th 2022)

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Five of us had been out drinking, me, my eldest brother, and three of his friends, Marko, Alex, and Liam. As the night went on, with me as the most sober, we completely lost Marko. So taking it upon myself I set off to find the teen, leaving my brother and the others at our designated hang out spot in the woods. I got back to the motel we were all staying at, and opened the door just in time to see Marko throw up pure alcohol onto the floor. I walked into the room, and approached him, completely unbothered by his throwing up. "Easy man." I murmured as I wrapped my arm around his waist, walking him into the bathroom. He groaned before throwing up again, this time down both of our chests as I was trying to turn him to sit on the edge of the tub. "I'm sorry." He groaned with a wince, before practically diving for the toilet to throw up again. "Don't worry about it, just stay here I'll be back in a few minutes." I instructed before leaving the bathroom to clean up the floor. Which was an easy enough task considering it was just liquid, and luckily Marko stayed where I told him to. After cleaning up the floor, I moved to grab some clean shirts for the both of us, as we were both covered in vomit. Walking into the bathroom I sat the shirts down onto the sink counter, before kneeling in front of Marko, brushing back his hair a little. "How you feeling?" I asked as he opened his eyes, having been hunched over on the floor now leaning against the tub. "Like shit." He murmured softly, his left hand resting on his stomach. "Is it okay if I clean you up?" I asked as I pointed to the vomit on his shirt. "Please." He nodded his head, shrugging off his coat as best he could. After assisting him out of his jacket and shirt, I got a wet washcloth and soaped it up, cleaning his sticky skin with a gentle touch.

Once his chest and stomach were clean I stood up and removed my shirt, in order to clean myself up as well. I didn't pay any mind to Marko as I looked in the mirror as I cleaned my skin, but I could feel his eyes on me, not that I minded much. Marko's cute and I felt very at ease around him, especially with the alcohol still in my system. Once I was cleaned up I grabbed his shirt and helped him stand, afterwards assisting him into his shirt. "Thanks." He muttered softly, a pink tint to his pale cheeks. "Of course." I smiled before turning to slip my own shirt on. "You up for a small road trip?" I asked as I turned back to face him. "Road trip?" He wondered. "We need to go to the laundry mat, when you threw up, you threw up on Alex's bag, so we gotta wash his clothes, plus our shirts." I explained casually, leaning against the sink. "Oh right... Shit I'm sorry about that." Marko rubbed the back of his neck with embarrassment, still wobbling on his feet a little. "Shit happens, it's all good." I assured him. "I'll go with you though." He added as we began walking out of the bathroom. "Good because I'd rather be able to keep an eye on you after you wondered off earlier." I mused as I handed him a bottle of water, smiling softly when he graciously took the bottle, and drank a good portion. "Easy Tiger, you'll make yourself sick again if you're not careful." I warned with a small chuckle. "Right, sorry." He panted for breath, making me snort with laughter. "No worries dude, come on we should head out now before it gets much later." I instructed as I grabbed the bag now containing the soiled clothes we needed to wash. "Alex will kill me if he finds out about this." Marko mused before burping, making me chuckle as I locked the door behind us. "Don't worry, your secrets safe with me." I promised with a smile, loving the tint of pink that appeared once more on his cheeks.

The only other thing I remember from this dream was borrowing a beat up red volkswagen beetle from a woman that looked like Cruella de Vil (Emma Stone version). 👀

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#dream journal #my dreams #dreams are weird #marko #tlb #the lost boys #tlb marko #lb marko #the lost boys marko #marko x reader #tlb Marko x reader #The lost boys Marko x reader #the lost boys x reader #lost boys #lost boys x reader #alex winter

[soupbabe]

could I request some headcanons for the lost boys (star and michael as well if you'd like) having like a beach night? yknow going swimming, hanging out, etc.

with a gn reader?

(platonic and they all just go as a group :>)

A Night at The Beach With The Lost Boys + Michael and Star (Platonic! x Reader Headcanons)

Literally I love love love platonic! Lost Boys there's just something about it that hits different omg

- I already have a feeling that beach nights are a common event within the large group

- There's really not much to do for years on end when they limit themselves to one city, y'know?

- But omg imagine it being you and Michael's first time joining and they go all out

- They'd call it a "hey let's rob Max" worthy night to prepare for

- The boys would be the first ones to show up at the beach, making sure to scare off anyone lingering at the shore at 3am

- There's an absolute absurd amount of sweets available

- Mostly just supplies for s'mores, but Paul definitely grabbed a bag of marshmallows just for himself

- (If you ask nicely he'd share with you)

- In general the night's main event is the fact they have music blaring from a radio and a massive bonfire

- I can imagine Star and David being the least likely to swim

- While for Star it's just a matter of not getting her hair wet, David isn't the fondest of dealing with the others

- They both might ask you to hang out with them, either to make bracelets with Star or just observe everyone else with David

- Though if you do choose to go to the ocean, just know Paul and Marko are absolute menaces

- They will act like 5 year olds and splash anyone and anything around them

- Probably try to drown each other too

- Paul, being the more persuasive out of the two, would definitely try to get you to join in on their game of chicken !!

- If you say no, they'd grab you and Michael anyways for a quick game 💀

- Michael and Dwayne are definitely there for any damage control

- I can imagine Michael having some experience as a life gaurd and Dwayne is mostly there to look over Laddie

- But if you ask, they're not too opposed for swimming!

- All they ask is that you take them far, far away from Marko and Paul <33

#the lost boys headcanon #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys 1987 #michael emerson x reader #michael emerson #tlb star x reader #star x reader #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys dwayne x reader #david the lost boys #david the lost boys x reader #tlb paul x reader #paul the lost boys #the lost boys marko #the lost boys marko x reader #platonic x reader

[luv4fandoms]

I just had a hell of a cute ideia, hear me out:

Marko and reader are together right, and Marko is caressing reader's face when they say

-Touch me with your hands Marko

-I already am babe

-No. Without the gloves, I wanna feel your palms against my cheek, I wanna feel you

I'm sorry but this is so damn cute, like imagine them on a date in the beach sitting on the sand just appreciating each others presence 😩😩😩

Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk

This was the cutest freaking idea!!! I hope I did it justice 🥺

Soft Marko makes me weak 😩

How many times had you been in this very same situation? Staring into the hazel eyes of what you could only describe as your dream man. He had come into your life like a tornado, destroying every idea and thought you had about who you wanted to be with, what type of guy you needed in your life, how you pictured your future. He was both hell and heaven on Earth, a fallen angel sent to both condemn and save you…and you wouldn't have him any other way. You had met on the boardwalk what feels like a lifetime ago, the sounds of their bikes catching your attention, causing you to look their way, and when you did your eyes landed on him. An Earthbound cupid with sin in his eyes, and mischief in his smile. You still remember when your eyes met, as if he knew you were staring, and he sent you that knowing smirk while your cheeks tinted red. You didn't realize that was the moment you found yourself trapped in his web, a helpless little fly that he wanted to keep forever. And keep you he did. Date after date you found yourself falling harder for the wild blonde, his brothers soon becoming friends of yours, and even after he revealed what he was, you didn't run, you couldn't, your mind already couldn't picture life without him.

So here you sat, another moonlit night sitting on the towel he had laid out on the beach, both of you staring at one another, memorizing features that you had already memorized many moons ago, and yet looking at each other as if it were the first time. His hand came up to gently push back a strand of hair that the wind blew, fingers lightly grazing your cheeks as he did so, before cupping your skin, thumb stroking along your cheekbone while your eyes fluttered closed.

"Touch me with your hands" you breathed out, eyes opening upon hearing his light laugh.

"I already am babe" he smiled that cheeky smile at you.

"No. Without the gloves, I wanna feel your palms against my cheek, I wanna feel you" You told him, Marko had never really held you without his gloves on, only a few short lived moments when you had been at the cave just as he had woken up, and you longed to feel his skin against yours. You watched a soft smile grace his lips, before his hand left your skin, the sound of fabric rustling as he slid the gloves off, laying them to the side before grabbing your face with both hands.

"Better?" He asked, thumbs rubbing your skin, you felt so warm against his palms, and his skin felt so cold against your cheeks, but you couldn't be happier.

"Better" you smiled, hands coming up to cover his as you looked at one another, before he slowly leaned in and gently kissed you, the sound of the crashing waves the only music the two of you needed in that moment while you both lost yourself in one another yet again. 

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #tlb 1987 #marko the lost boys #marko tlb #the lost boys marko x reader #tlb marko x reader #asks and answers

[horrormoviehoe123]

THE LOST BOYS X F READER

Wip

#thelostboysmarko #the lost boys marko x reader #the lost boys #foryоu #dwayne the lost boys #david the lost boys #paul the lost boys #Spotify

[arenpath]

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

[charlizekkelly]

hungry like the wolf

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

Pairing: Reader x Dwayne (The Lost Boys 1987)

Word Count: 2167

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

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

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

!18+ CONTENT - MINORS DNI!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hungry like the wolf.

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