reader who giggles during sexy times cz it just feels so good
clark with a girl who giggles during sex, not because sheβs not into it, but because it just feels so fucking good she canβt help it.
heβs got her pinned down, cock buried deep, and every time he thrusts she lets out this helpless little laugh between her moansβsweet, breathless, giddy. it makes him go feral, because sheβs so wrecked she canβt even keep a straight sound in her throat.
βyou think this is funny, baby?β he growls, hips slamming harder, but sheβs gasping and giggling, hands fisting the sheets, eyes shining. the sound of itβs addictiveβher laughter melting into whimpers, back arching, body trembling while he fucks her through it. and he canβt stop, not when sheβs smiling under him, drooly and ruined, choking outbroken little laughs every time he hits that spot.
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β Λｑβ SYNOPSIS β Λｑβΰ¨β‘ΰ§β Λｑβ infatuation crush at first sight. Aka, the boys shoot their shot after sensing youβre their soulmate and you match their energy and fluster them in return.
βΛβ‘β‘ AUTHORS NOTE Λΰ¨ΰ§β this has been in my drafts for the LONGEST time and I've been so eager to get it done π
β§ βΊΒ ππͺπ»π·π²π·π°πΌ βο½‘Λ β reader is depicted to have longish hair (long enough to get caught on Markos jacket lol), smoking,
The boardwalk is alive in the peak of summer- sunburnt tourists and fairgoers flock in numbers. Bustling arcades and cosy late night diners glow warmly in the dark. Alive like hot embers in a cold dark furnace.
Marko notices you first. Picking up on a scent so alluring it renders him frozen, and he pauses long enough for Paul to notice and pat him on the shoulders to tug him close.
"what's going on Marko?". Paul leers, curious and hungry-eyed, thinking his brother has picked up on the scent of a tasty morsel to hunt down.
David stops and looks at him. Inquisitive, whilst Dwayne swallows in suspension. Sensing something deeper is happening.
"you've found something new". He murmurs softly, and Marko nods. Almost in a trance, jaw tightening.
"Can you feel it?". He hisses in a whisper, peering through the crowd from where he stands in the traffic of boardwalkers. Like he can sense their presence.
"can you feel them?". He turns to David, a smile quivering on his face.
David looks around slowly, exhaling smoke and snuffing out his cigarette with the heel of his boot.
Now that he mentions it- something does feel odd. He thought it was hunger, but it was much more than that. Something pent up and animalistic and unnaturally strong. Like parts of himself were pulling away from his body to search for something.
He had thought it was for blood.
But no, it was for someone. Something better than food. Something soft and indulgent. Something thatβll complete the missing part of himself he was never aware of lacking.
"I can feel it too". Dwayne murmurs, eyes dark and gaze heavy. His hand squeezes David's shoulder, and they both urge forth into the crowd, ushering Marko to the front to lead them to the source of the scent like a bloodhound.
"Bet I'm gonna find em first". Paul laughs, light and airy and excited.
Marko, with clenched teeth and a tightened jaw, nods. Not really hearing him.
David calls the shots, catching the faint scent of something alluring that Marko is following.
"Split up boys. We're not gonna scare her off now".
Marko's attempt is eloquently clumsy- a happy accident on his behalf. your hair gets caught on a pin from his jacket, and he helps you carefully untangle it. Nimble calloused fingers fiddling with the strand of hair, trying not to break any hair as he uses the opportunity to shoot flirty comments. His gaze was understandably intense and heavy, once he realised the scent was radiating off you.
βI caught you, huh? Ainβt I lucky?β.
He comments, voice syrupy and breathless. Trying not to let his fingers tremble. You're so close.
You giggle softly, looking more interested in the decor on his jacket.
βIβd say Iβm the lucky one to get caught on such a cool jacket. Itβs beautiful, where did you get it?β.
His eyes flicker between your face and your fingers brushing over a patch on his arm. His voice now fallen softer in appreciation.
βI made itβ.
βReally?β.
He blinks at you before smiling a lopsided grin, gaze flickering down to his feet before looking back at you again. Trying to muster up his lost courage that he feels like he's grasping fingers at.
"Yeah. Santa Carla is a real good place if you like stuff like this, alongside other things". He chuckles.
You blink at him, doe eyed and inquisitive. He feels like melting right then and there.
βLike what?β
Golden locks of hair tumble over his shoulder as he leans closer, finally plucking the last few tangled strands of your hair off his jacket. He speaks softly, as if sharing breath. His smile creeping large and alluring.
βFunβ.
You raise a brow at him, and smile. Effortless. Sweet. Dismissive in a way that makes his knees weak and dead heart flutter.
"Better save some for me then".
He blinks at you. Slow and dazed and heavy. For once, he couldn't muster a response.
"see you around?". You inquire, pushing some hair away from your shoulder.
"Marko". He almost stutters, swallowing. Voice low and dazed. His gaze flickers to your neck.
"I'll see you around Marko".
David approaches with steadfast effortlessness and confidence. He doesn't need to chase. Not that he doesn't enjoy it- but it's not often needed.
But when he sees you walk past him, something in him flickers to life. The urge to chase. To cling. To beg for company.
It rattles him, but he doesn't let it show.
Instead he asks you for a light, watching you turn and face him, akin to a startled doe. You look at him puzzled- a little cautious. Keeping distance.
Again, that rattles him. Makes his blood fizzle and sour.
"Do you have a light?".
His voice is soft and approachable, in contrast to his dark appearance. You seem to ease at that, and his shoulders relax.
letting you flicker the flame of your porcelain lighter, he holds eye contact as he leans in to light the cigarette between his lips. Tilting his head a little to the side tantalisingly slow, wanting to garner a cute flustered reaction from you.
His focus fleets from the flame he's cupping in his leather gloved palm towards you- the blown out pupils of his eyes flicking to your own. The weight of them pinning you in place, a heavy suspense lingering in the air. Something dark and dangerous, yet tantalising and syrupy.
He breathes out a plume of smoke, wisp curling from his lips.
βThank youβ.
The conversation ends at that, but you leave feeling like you're taking a piece of him with you, and that you left a piece of yourself with him. You can't explain it, but you keep looking back as you walk away.
Not from fear of being followed.
But from the fear of not being followed.
What's going on tonight?
One moment he was prowling with alluring confidence, and the next he was scrambling over to your form sat idle by the sand bank. Looking out onto the horizon of night sky and ocean, the waves crashing in the distance, seafoam fizzling away in the dark.
Paul approaches with swaggering confidence, two chips of sapphires glimmering in the campfires that are set solely on you. Excitement bubbling in anticipation beneath his skin, eager to accept the challenge to find out how you tick.
βHello?β
Your voice strikes him. Soft and inquisitive, almost startled, but remaining polite.
Something more aching than a soul soothes at the sound, and he almost struggles to recover from it. Finding his voice again after a moment of silence that seemed to fill the night air, deafening out everything else around him despite his supernatural intuition and senses.
You just silenced his world in a way he didn't know he yearned for.
βYou smoke, babe?β He lilts, a freshly rolled cigarette held between his fingers towards you.
βSometimesβ. You hum, deciding to amuse him. Kicking softly at the sand as you dangle your legs over the side. You accept the rolled cigarette that he's offering and inspect it, turning it around. You peer at him, apprehensive yet soft.
He watches you place it between your lips, his gaze lingering at how your lipstick leaves an imprint around the end.
He cups his hand around the flickering flame of his lighter, lighting the cigarette thatβs dangled between your lips. Unsure if he should focus on your lips, or your eyes peering at him sweetly.
An excited glimmer appears in your eyes, and his expression brightens in giddiness. Did he do it? Were you going to fall in his arms now?
"crap! My favourite song's on, I'm gonna miss it! Here- thank you, I'll see you around yeah?".
Placing the lipstick smeared joint between his lips as a parting gift, you scramble up from your spot and disappear into the crowd like seafoam on the shore. Paul barely has time to blink before you eagerly get swallowed up in the bustling groups of boardwalkers.
He stills, the warmth of your lips still on the cigarette.
He silently admires the cigarette in his palm, turning it over to inspect the detailed crease lines of your lip-print staining the paper. He squeezes it in palm eventually and tucks it into his pocket for safekeeping. He's not finishing this one.
Dwayne finds you amidst the tightly knit crowd of an outside concert, the swaying bodies of people bathed in neon light and bonfire.
It was dark and hypnotic, but he could feel your presence somewhere.
He crept in closer, slowly coaxing himself past brushing shoulders and raised bottles. Eager to find you. You on the other hand had found yourself swept into the bustling crowd, swallowed up the moment you squeezed in from the outskirts.
Slowly weaving in and out of people, an icy chill prickles at your neck. The feeling of being stared at.
Thinking you've made yourself a nuisance and have just stepped in front of someone's view, you turn to apologise before being met with two dark eyes staring at you a few rows back. It takes your breath away little, unexpected and striking in a way you couldn't explain nor ignore.
They were heavy and intense, and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You don't turn away, nor break the eye contact. Instead you smile at him. Admittedly a little shy, but you don't fluster away in a fright. The corners of your lips upturn in a friendly smile, eyes crinkling with pretty smile lines before you turn back towards the stage. Swaying to the rhythm of the music. Aloof and unaware of his gaze softening, and his interest deepening.
Afterwards...
"I think it's pretty obvious I won". Paul leers playfully, presenting the lipstick stained cigarette.
"I got a little souvenir".
He cackles a wicked laugh as Marko immediately snatches at his sleeve to get a better look, whilst David simply chuckles with a half smile watching them bicker. Dwayne watches them, still lost in thought.
Marko is bickering about sharing when David speaks aloud. "He's right Paul. We share, don't we boys?".
"Yeah that's right loverboy, you heard him". Marko snickers. Reaching to pinch at Paul's nape with his palm to pull him down. Attempting to blow air against his ear.
"Who are we calling loverboy, Marko?".
βYou, Romeoβ.
"actually Paul, it's Marko. She asked for it actually. Said it too".
Paul, ever the dramatic, groans.
"What? Fuck, man".
"She's human". Dwayne suddenly speaks aloud, his gaze set upon the ground. Thumbs tucked into the hem of his jeans, troubled.
Silence settles amongst the group, a silence that they cannot find peace in. Something in the air grows antsy and restless, and it turns dark and sour.
βIn due timeβ. David reminds the group, taking a drag from his cigarette.
And in collective silent acknowledgment, they agree with their pack leader. Following and trailing in his footsteps and shadow.
πππππππ: Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Reader
πππππππ: You never meant to get tangled up with the Lost Boys, but a wrong turn in the woods led you to themβfour vampires with glowing eyes and dangerous smiles. Now, weeks later, youβre theirs. Surrounded by their cold skin and sharp promises, youβre not just safeβyouβre wanted, desired, and maybe too far gone to care what they are.
ππππ πππππ: 1.7k
ππππππππ: suggestive themes. sexual tension. possessiveness.
The boardwalk hums with life, the carouselβs tinny music clashing with the roar of motorbikes and the screams from the roller coaster. You weave through the crowd, the salty ocean breeze tugging at your hair, your waitress apron still tied loosely around your waist from a double shift at the diner. Your feet ache, your headβs foggy, and all you want is to collapse into bed.
But the weight of their eyes on you, always watching, always there, makes your skin prickle with something thatβs not quite fear anymore.
It started that night in the woods. A stupid shortcut after a late shift, your flashlight flickering, and then those glowing eyes. Four of them stepped out of the shadows like they owned the night. Paul, with his wild grin and a joint dangling from his lips. Marko, all sharp edges and sharper laughter. Dwayne, silent, his dark eyes pinning you in place. And David, cold and commanding, like he was sizing you up for dinner.
You shouldβve screamed. Run. Done something. Instead, you snapped at David to get out of your way, or youβd make him. The words had tumbled out before you could stop them, fueled by exhaustion and defiance.
Paul had howled with laughter, Markoβs eyes had glinted with something dangerous, and even Dwayneβs stoic mask cracked into a faint smirk. David, thoughβheβd just stared, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smile.
βFeisty,β heβd said, voice like gravel and smoke. βI like that.β
You thought that was the end of it. A weird encounter with some punks who hung out in the wrong part of town. But then they started showing up everywhere.
Paul slipping a mixtape labeled βFor Our Girlβ onto your windowsill, filled with MΓΆtley CrΓΌe and The Cure. Marko ambushing you at the pier, dragging you to a secluded stretch of beach to watch the stars his arm brushing yours. Dwayne wordlessly showing up at your rundown apartment to fix the lock after you mentioned it was busted, his hands steady and sure, his gaze lingering too long on your throat.
And David. David, who one night draped his leather coat over your shoulders when the wind off the ocean turned sharp, his gloved fingers grazing your jaw as he tilted your face up to meet his icy blue eyes. βAnyone messes with you,β he said, voice low and deadly, βthey answer to us.β
Now, weeks later, youβre unsure what you are to them. Not a victimβtheyβve made that clear. Not just a friend, either. Thereβs a heat in the way they watch you, a hunger thatβs equal parts thrilling and terrifying. Youβre theirs, they say, and the word carries a weight youβre only starting to understand.
Tonight, you feel it more than ever. Youβre halfway across the boardwalk when Paulβs voice cuts through the noise, lazy and teasing. βYo, babe, where you runninβ off to?β
You turn, and there they are, lounging against the railing like they own the place. Paulβs sprawled out, one leg kicked up, his blond hair a mess from the wind. Markoβs next to him, twirling a switchblade between his fingers, his patchwork jacket catching the neon glow. Dwayne leans back, arms crossed, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he watches you with that quiet intensity that makes your pulse race. And DavidβDavid stands at the center, his cigarette glowing red in the dark, his smirk promising trouble.
βHome,β you say, trying to keep your voice steady. βSome of us have jobs, you know.β
Paul laughs, loud and bright, hopping off the railing to sling an arm around your shoulders. βJobs are overrated. Come hang with us. Weβve got plans.β
βPlans?β You raise an eyebrow, glancing at the others. Markoβs grin is all teeth, and Dwayneβs expression doesnβt shift, but you catch the faintest tilt of his head like heβs daring you to say yes. David just exhales a plume of smoke, watching you through half-lidded eyes.
βSomethingβ¦ fun,β David says, and the word drips with suggestion, his voice curling around you like a promise.
Your stomach flips. You know what they are. Youβve seen how their eyes glow in the dark, and their teeth glint a little too sharp. Youβve noticed the bloodstains on Markoβs jacket that he laughs off and the way Dwayneβs hands are always cold when they brush your skin. Vampires. The word sits heavy in your mind, but instead of running, youβre still here, caught in their orbit.
βFun,β you repeat, crossing your arms. βLast time you said that, Marko tried to teach me to surf at three a.m. I nearly drowned.β
Marko snickers, flipping the switchblade closed. βYou loved it, admit it. Looked hot in that wetsuit, too.β
βKeep dreaming,β you shoot back, but a smile tugs at your lips, and Markoβs eyes light up with mischief.
Paul tightens his arm around you, pulling you closer. βCβmon, babe. Live a little. Or, yβknowβ¦ unlive a little.β He winks, and you roll your eyes, but the heat of his body against yours sends a shiver down your spine.
Dwayne finally moves, stepping forward until heβs close enough that you can smell the leather of his jacket and the faint tang of salt and iron that clings to him. βYouβre tired,β he says, voice low, almost gentle. βLet us take you home.β
Itβs not a question, but thereβs no threat in it either. Just a quiet certainty, like he already knows youβll say yes. You glance at David, whoβs still watching you, his cigarette forgotten between his fingers. Thereβs something in his gazeβpossessive but not cruel. Like heβs waiting to see what youβll do.
βFine,β you say, exhaling like youβre annoyed, but your heartβs pounding. βBut Iβm not riding on the back of anyoneβs bike. Last time, Paul nearly crashed us into a dumpster.β
βLies!β Paul gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. βIβm an artist on that bike.β
βAn artist at chaos,β you mutter, and Marko laughs, sharp and delighted.
David flicks his cigarette away, stepping closer until heβs right in front of you, his presence overwhelming. βYouβll ride with me,β he says, and itβs not a request. His gloved hand brushes your cheek, lingering just long enough to catch your breath. βUnless youβre scared.β
You scoff, meeting his eyes. βOf you? Please.β
His smirk widens, and for a second, you think heβs going to kiss you right there in front of everyone. Instead, he steps back, jerking his head toward the bikes parked nearby. βLetβs go.β
The ride to your apartment is a blur of wind and adrenaline, Davidβs bike roaring beneath you as you cling to his waist, the leather of his coat cool against your cheek. The others follow their laughter and whoops cutting through the night.
When you reach your place, you expect them to drop you off and peel out, but they donβt. They follow you inside, sprawling across your tiny living room like they own itβPaul kicking off his boots, Marko raiding your fridge, Dwayne leaning against the wall, watching you with that unreadable stare.
David doesnβt sit. He prowls, circling you like a predator as you untie your apron and toss it onto the counter. βYouβre tense,β he says, voice low, almost a purr. βRough night?β
βYou could say that,β you reply, leaning against the counter, trying to ignore how your skin tingles under his gaze. βSome creeps at the diner wouldnβt take no for an answer.β
The air shifts. Paulβs head snaps up from where heβs sprawled on the couch, his grin gone. Marko freezes a bottle of soda halfway to his lips. Dwayneβs jaw tightens, his eyes narrowing. David stops moving, his gaze locking onto yours, sharp and dangerous.
βWho?β David asks, and the single word is a blade.
You shrug, trying to play it off. βJust some drunk tourists. I handled it.β
βYou handled it,β Marko repeats, setting the bottle down with a thud. βWhatβd they do?β
βNothing worth mentioning,β you say, but your voice wavers and you curse yourself for it. βJustβ¦ got too close. Said some shit. My boss kicked them out.β
Dwayne pushes off the wall, stepping closer. βThey touch you?β His voice is quiet, but thereβs a lethal edge to it that makes your heart skip.
βNo,β you say quickly. βItβs fine. Iβm fine.β
βItβs not fine,β Paul growls, sitting up. βPoint βem out next time. Weβll handle it.β
You laugh, but itβs shaky. βWhat, you gonna beat up every jerk who looks at me wrong?β
βYes,β Marko says, dead serious, and the intensity in his eyes makes your stomach flip.
Davidβs gloved hand cups your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze. His touch is firm but not painful, and the heat of his stare makes your breath hitch. βNo one touches whatβs ours,β he says, voice low and deliberate. βNo one bothers you. Ever.β
The possessiveness in his words should scare you, but it doesnβt. Instead, it sends a thrill through you, dangerous and electric. Youβre not sure when you stopped being afraid of themβwhen their sharp edges and glowing eyes started feeling like safety instead of a threat.
βI can take care of myself,β you say, but your voice is softer now, your defiance melting under the weight of their attention.
βWe know,β Dwayne says, his voice a low rumble as he steps closer, his hand brushing your arm. βBut you donβt have to.β
Paulβs on his feet now, crowding in, his grin back but sharper, hungrier. βYouβre ours, babe. Means weβve got your back. Always.β
Markoβs behind you, closer than you realized, his breath cool against your neck as he murmurs, βAnd we donβt share.β
Your pulse races, the air thick with tensionβsexual, dangerous, intoxicating. Youβre surrounded, their bodies close enough that you can feel the unnatural chill of their skin, the promise of something more in every lingering touch. Davidβs thumb brushes your lower lip, and you swallow hard, caught in the pull of his gaze.
βGet some rest,β he says finally, stepping back and breaking the spell. βWeβll be around.β
They leave as silently as they came, the roar of their bikes fading into the night. But the weight of their promise lingers, heavy and warm, and as you crawl into bed, you know thereβs no going back. Youβre theirsβand youβre not sure youβd want it any other way.
π·pairing : Poly! Lost Boys Γ Vamp! Female! Reader
π· fandom: the lost boys Γ reader
π· summary: Reader is a newly turned vampire and mated toThe Lost Boys. She was turned a few months before Micheal arrived. And the day that Frog Brothers come with the Emersonβs the Reader decided to sleep with her mates. And in their haste to rid Santa Carla of the Vampires they make a grave mistake. (No use of Y/n)
π· Word Count:2.7k
π·: Part 2
The cave was quiet, the only sound being the waves hitting the rocks outside. All of the inhabitants of the cave peacefully sleeping, well almost all of them. Something instinctual, deep in your gut and the back of your mind is telling you somethings not right. Slipping through the dark fog in the faint chime of hushed whispers. Voices exchanging softly, all dim and low like they were sharing secrets.
It has you pushing your face deeper into Davidβs neck in an attempt to muffle out the sounds, desperate to escape fully back into the comfort of a deep sleep.
You usually slept in a bed that wasnβt far from where the boys slept, while Star and Laddie slept in the more open part of the cave. Something in your mind told you to sleep with the boys, so you listened to it.
When you arrived back at the cave after feeding, you were brought to where they slept. There was a little arguing over who you slept with,but something was telling you to sleep with David. So you stopped them from arguing,and they all climbed up to the bar they hang from. Dwanye stayed on the ground with you, so you had help getting to David. Once David is settled he opens his arms for you, and with a kiss to your head Dwanye helps you wrap yourself around David. Once youβre settled David wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you tuck yourself into his hold.
Itβs still daytime. Something deep in your gut and the back of your mind assures that the sun is still high up in the sky, scorching and hot. An intuition that you still don't quite understand, but it has your limbs turning heavy and lax, muscles relaxing in Davidβs hold Your exhaustion has you numb to the world, the delicate rhythm of the waves crashing outside the cave muting down into nothing, the sound of the quiet voices vanishing.It must be two of the boys. Awake already. It would strike you as odd on any other circumstance, and to a degree it does, but your sluggish brain is quick to let go of that train of thought.
The insistence that something is wrong fading into an ignorable afterthought. The scuffle of shoes along dust and stone ignites a tremble down the notches of your spine, as though your body is begging for you to wake up and investigate while it simultaneously sinks further into Davidβs tight hold.
Something isn't right, something isn't right.
It's like a chant. A primal whisper that coils through your bones and sinew. Leftovers from your ancestors, remnants of the instincts that had kept them alive long ago, but it all seems null and void against the fatigue that seems to press you down like a physical weight. Even while hidden away from the sun it seems to sap you of all your strength.
It's impossible to even try to rouse yourself. Its as though you're held under water. The strength of that debilitating exhaustion sweeps back over you, making the sound of the angry, masculine voice that rises up high within the cave, reverberating from the dust covered stone, dim and distant. As though it's miles away.
βI feel a draft. I think thereβs something up here.β You hear from far-away, murky and vague.
βLetβs check it out Sam.β Another voice.
βIβll be right back Mike.β A third voice. Mike. Mike. That sounds familiar from somewhere - someone. A name mentioned in passing. Mike. Michael. A discussion carried on by the boys while they were all encircled around one of the burn barrels one night. So casual while they considered the fate of a complete stranger as though they were discussing dinner and not the destiny of a man's soul. Some sap that had apparently caught the eye of Star. She hadn't wanted it to go far, but then again, it's never supposed to go that far. But David wanted the guy dead. He was meant to be her first, she hadn't been able to do it.Β
A wave of muddled scents breaks past the barrier of the rotting wood. Unfamiliar and thick, coated with cologne and shampoo that you don't recognize. All of it twisting with something even more out of place here. Something alive. Heat and life and blood. Iron, warmth, and salt. It's distinctly human. Living.Β The alarms go off in your head. Raging and flashing red in a way that's violent. And a bright light flashes behind your eyelids.
βJESUS.β One of the voices yells, another one screams before being cut off. Your eyes blink, lashes fluttering as you try to fight the sleep weighing your lids down. Your vision blurs a little, straining through the exhaustion, but then you notice the three figures standing below. They're children. Looking lost, dressed in camo and gear as though they've prepared to fight a war. One has his hand wrapped around the mouth of the blonde child muffling his scream. Wide blue eyes reflecting a visible panic while he stumbles back away from the other two. Another swears, cursing sharply under his breath while he flinches. But it's the one closest to you that moves. His dog tags glinting and chiming from a movement so sharp that it had to be a reflex, but the determination burning in his eyes is purposeful.Β
βI thought they were supposed to be in coffins.β
βThatβs what this cave is. One giant coffin.β The one with the bandanna says as he moved with the other one dressed in camo. They begin to climb up the wood beside your group.
βTheyβre at their most vulnerable. Easy pickings.β
βYou just have to kill the leader huh.β
βWe donβt know which on he is. Weβll kill them all.β
βWeβll start with her. Sheβs already seen us.β They say as the climb closer to where youβre hanging with David. An animal kind of panic tears through you, lighting up your nerves like lives wires, electricity and adrenaline burning through your veins with the white heat of fire. You try to move and wake up David, but your limbs struggle, sleep thawing in your tired arms and legs.
"Kill her, kill her!" One shouts all while the blonde in the background yells at them to stop, but it falls on deaf ears. The boy wielding the stake lunges forward with a war cry. You manage to wiggle slightly in Davidβs hold.
βDavid wake up!β A panicked shout rips from your throat, but David remains sleeping.
"The bitch is trying to wake them, you gotta get her before they wake up," someone shouts in a panicked rush.Β You continue to squirm in Davidβs hold trying to get the two of you away from the teenagers. Poised in the air, high above the boy's head in an arch. There's hardly any time to act and fear sinks in your gut, chilled and frozen as he drives it down with all the strength he has in his body; his lips curled in a hateful snarl.Β He's going to kill you. This is it. This is how you die. Your mind screams it over and over again on a broken loop, but your body acts all on its own. It twists so Davidβs unconscious body turns away from the stake,and your heart is away from the point.
There's no time to rejoice when the stake is already piercing your skin. It sinks in deep, parting flesh and muscle beneath its lethal point. The boy collapses and tips over the side of the ledge that they were standing on. You don't initially realize that you're screaming. You feel it first. The strength of your agonized wail shreds up your throat as though you've swallowed nails, but that pain is secondary to the fire and anguish pulsing through your shoulder. The stake is still wedged inside of your back, burrowing past skin and meat, prying at your shoulder blade like it means to rip it free from the sinew keeping it intact with the other bones.Β You're bleeding. You can smell it, sharp and distinct in the panicked air. The pain is crippling. Ripping and engulfing, eating up your spine.
The boy with the blue bandana wrapped around his head is stepping forward, already clasping a stake in a white-knuckled hold. The resolve in his eyes is haunting. The desire to kill you fervent and glaring in his stare. That's all it takes to have your voice spilling from you, rising up in another terrified shout.
βBOYS WAKE UP!β
"Say your prayers bloodsucker." He practically spits it out, lips twisting in a grimace as he moves forward preparing to stake you again. And then combined hissing and snarling fills the pit as the boys awaken. They finally awoke to your shouts and the smell of your blood. Four sets of yellow eyes focus in on the three humans in front of them as snarls fill the air.
"Guys, guys, we gotta go." It's the blonde that's repeating it over and over as he sees the vampires awaks, stumbling over his words while he jerks on the other's arms. They give in without any resistance. Fear alive and bright in their eyes, even while the kid with the bandana points his stake in your direction and tosses a quick "This isn't over" at you as the three of them take off in a brisk jumble in the direction that they came from.
The growls from within the cavern raise up higher as the boys realize what happened and it has the kids in a full-blown panic. Tripping over their feet in an ungraceful run as they try and reach the opening of the cave. Your body trembles and your head rolls forward onto the snarling Davidβs chest.
βYOUβRE DEAD MEAT.β
You can feel your lung snag and pinch as though it's being burned from the inside out, catching on the point of the stake when you inhale. It has you crying, a tear managing to trickle free as your ribcage shudders violently as you gasp.Β
You don't want to take your eyes off of them, desperate to track their panicked flee, but your eyes cloud over. Stars dot your vision, spotting and flickering in shifting colors as a vignette blurs around the corners of your sight. You feel the world spin as David jumps down from the bar and lands on his feet. You still cradled against his chest. Three more thumps follow as the rest of the boys land behind. Iron coats your tongue. Thick and wet. Bursting up from the back of your throat while you try to breathe, spitting up with each labored inhale. You can feel your life waning. The strength diminishing, shrinking under your skin. Dying out like a flame that's being smothered.Β Whimpers spill from your lips as your carefully laid on your bed. You can hear the sound of claws ripping across the earth as two of the vampires tear their way out of the chasm like creatures pouring out of hell.
You hear muffled screams and shouts. The dull thud of hysterical footsteps as they rush to escape before death can seize them. You hear David's bellow roll throughout the cave, crashing over the screams from the horrified children. The loud chaos of it all grows dim - distant as they're no doubt running up the mouth of the cave while Paul's laugh rings out from somewhere far away.Β
It makes you jump when a pair of hands smooth over your shoulders, light like a caress, but you can still feel a heavy tremble run through the fingers. A voice hums out, cooing softly to hush you when a strangled sob wrangles out from your body. The way they handle you is delicate, softly turning you over onto your hip and lifting you up to cradle you against their chest as though you might shatter into a million pieces otherwise. Breathing past the wet iron to try and notice the traces of spice and earth and musk.Β
It was Dwanye. You try to say his name, but your throat tightens, choking on blood. You can feel his fingers grip your bicep, holding you still and you know that he's looking at the stake punctured deep in your flesh. His hold is nowhere close to the to the wound and yet it flares pain across your nerves, making you twist in his arms while a gutted sob wracks from your body.Β
"I know, I know, love. I know,but I have to take it out" he says into your hair. It's difficult to hear his voice past the roaring in your ears, but once the words make it past the hum. It's like you can feel the agony already, simmering and slicing across your fried nerves like the edge of razor blades.
βMarko! Iβm gonna need your help. β He calls and you can hear another person coming. And then a gloved hand is cradling your face. The glove was cold against your skin as the hand tilts your head back from where it was tucked against Dwayneβs shoulder. It makes your lashes flutter, and you have to force yourself to keep your eyes open with how heavy they've grown, weighing heavy and threatening to slip closed.
βIf we donβt remove it. Youβll die baby.β Marko says. There's a protest lodged somewhere in your mouth, slick from the blood and caught on a broken gasp, but you don't have time try and voice it.
βIβm gonna hold her still you pull it out.β Dwanye says as his grip around you tightens. Marko nods, gripping the stake in his hand and pulls. You want to scream, but there's no air left in your lungs for you to do so, and all that makes it out is a ragged, splintered gasp.Β
Scorching hot pain pours in your veins as he rips the wood from your shoulder. It slices ribbons up your spine, feeling bone deep and white-hot, acid lashing up your muscles.You thrash in Dwayneβs lap, the grip around you tightening and pinning you against his chest. Marko continues to pull the stake from your shoulder, and thereβs hardly any relief once its out. The damage it's done is still agonizing, coiling through your muscles. It's as though the flesh on your back has been flayed.
You can faintly hear the clatter of the stake hitting the stone walls. As the two fuss over you, David and Paul rush back into the area where your bed is.
βHow is she?β There's a rawness to his voice, a breathless edge despite the non-necessity of breathing.
βShe needs to feed.β Dwanye says. βShe wonβt make it to sundown.β
David stalks forward while dragging his nail across his wrist. He kneels beside your bed and presses his wrist against your lips. You clasp your fingers around his arm, digging into the aged leather of his jacket. Your teeth bury themselves into his arm as his blood pours down your throat. You feel a hand stroking your head as you feed on his blood. Life floods back into you with each gulp, syrupy and warm. The hole made in the split meat and torn flesh of your back begins to mend in a sluggish process, stunted. Youβre cradled protectively between Dwayne and David as Paul and Marko hover around the two.
Paul leans over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
"Did you get them?"Β Dwayne asks.
The thick silence that follows gives Marko and Dwayne their answer. And twin snarls rip out of their throats.
βTheyβre dead.β
βAnd they will be. They will be.β David says with a snarl.
βPaul when nightfall hits I want you and Dwayne to go hunt. Sheβll need an actual feeding and weβll need our full strength.β David says as he continues to stroke your hair, letting you have your fill of his blood. He wanted to make sure your wound was healed.
βMarko youβll be staying here with her while we go take care of the little pests.β Paul nods as he sits on the edge of your bed by your head.
βTheyβll regret touching our mate.β They all say as your wound completely healed and you pulled away from Davidβs wrist sagging against Dwayne as exhaustion took over. The boys continued to plan their attack as you fell into a deep sleep.
πΎπππππππ. Reader falls asleep on them
π»πππππππ. The lost boys, star, Micheal xg.n. Reader {seperate}
π¬.πΉ. Might write a oneshot abt this {was thinking Dwayne}
πΈππππππ has a little brother so he knows what itβs like to have someone fall asleep one him. Heβs very chill about it. Yeah heβll tease you but it mostly just him cradling you as you sleep.
π―ππππ lets you lay there. He donβt do any grand hugs or kisses like that. All he has is a hand on the small of your back and your head. But if you start drooling because he's pushing you off, he doesn't care if itβs your bed.
π―πππππ is often accompanied by laddie so there fo heβs gotten used to th boy falling asleep on him. The same thing applies on how he works with laddie when the little boy falls asleep. Dwayne normally will wrap you up in his jacket or blanket and carry you off to your bed or tuck you in under your bed covers.
π»πππ doesnβt bother you. Paul is a chill guy, he craves attention and physical touch so having you on top of him sleeping is like a dream come true. Heβd talk about some nonsense while you're nocked out. Heβd definitely caress your face or back gently, itβs an absent minded practice he has with everyone.
πΈππππ doodles on you. He always has a marker or pen on him though he respects you enough to not do it upon your face. I think heβd try to copy his jacket pattern onto your own arms and such.
πΎπππ watches over laddie a lot and consequently he tends to fall asleep on her. When you do the same sheβll probably wrap a blanket around the two of you as she continues to watch the tv. Sheβd comment on whatβs happening regardless if your awake or not.
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Could you do a poly!lost boys x human reader where the reader gets like jumped in the day time by the surf nazis. When reader (g/n your choosing?) comes by the cave at like sunset or something still really hurt the boys turn comforting and murderous? I hope that makes sense!! Thank you so much :)
Iβm so glad Iβm getting requests for my literal favorite movie πΌ
Iβm currently working on a Dwayne fic so stay tuned yall
Anyways yar
(If you canβt tell Iβm terrible at naming these fics)
Bruised losers
Fandom: The Lost Boys (1987)/TLB
Warnings: violence, vampirism, blood, kind of graphic?, slight angst, mentions of drugs (marijuana/weed), choking, fluff, Iβm terrible at warnings ik
After weeks of going to the boardwalk after the sun had set, you decided to go during the day.
What you thought was going to be a nice refreshing sun filled afternoon, turned into a bruised, bloody one instead.
You were walking past some of the game stalls, just looking for something interesting to do or see if anything is different in the daytime versus the night.
Well, some guys decided to take an interest in you, and approach.
βHey Sugar, how about you come with usβ¦ weβll show you a real good timeβ¦β
He said, just by the way he presented himself you could tell he was a⦠surf nazi.
Aka your boys rival gang.
Also the gang they fed from the most.
The words that fall from between his chapped lips made a rush of disgust rip through your body and settle in your chest.
βUm, Iβll pass.β
You said, bluntly and firmly, hoping and praying they would just back off and leave you alone.
What were you thinking? These were surf nazis for crying out loud!
In response he snarled
βCmon baby, we donβt bite.β
He stepped closer, while the other men started to circle around you.
They smelled like the beer from the pub not too far down the boardwalk.
Instead of answering verbally, you placed your hands on his shoulders and shoved him as hard as possible, and bolted.
You hid in an alley way for about half and hour.
In which they found you
Then cornered you
And beat you.
One was holding you still, while one of them held your throat tightly restricting your breathing, the other struck your face with a clenched fist.
βI donβt take kindly to ungrateful little bitches.β
This went on for the next couple minutes, only stopping when more people started to crowd the areas around the alley.
They let go of you, and walked away, laughing like hyenas.
You slowly sat up, head spinning, throat hurting, while you tried to regain your breathing. You had bruises up and down your arms, red cheeks and eyes, a reddish purple mark around your neck, and a bloody nose.
Standing up, swaying a bit, you walked to your car.
Getting in and driving to your house to hopefully fix whatever was done to your body.
Time skip
It had been about 5 hours since the initial attack, and you had felt a lot better than before, your nose had stopped bleeding, the bruises didnβt hurt as much, the redness on your cheeks and eyes had gone away, the only thing that was still visible were the dark purple bruises and the red ring around your neck.
Quickly covering that up with makeup though, just so the boys wouldnβt worry.
You drank some waterβ¦ okay not just βsomeβ, a LOT, just to help keep your body hydrated.
You left the house, heading back to the boardwalk to meet up with the boys for the night, when you arrived, you stood by the railing that looked over the beach.
Marko was always the one to find you, his sense of smell was the best out of the boys.
The sound of fabric shuffling made you turn your head, greeted by three blondes and a brunette standing to the side of you.
Marko was the first one to hug you, placing a small kiss to the tip of your nose, next was Paul, he picked you up and spun you around, David was third, walking over to you and kissing your head, brushing his hand over your cheek, last was Dwayne, he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of Paulβs embrace, to which he whined, Dwayne captured your lips in a kiss that always made you feel woozy and your knees almost give out.
Paul grabbed you from Dwayne and backed you against the railing you were originally leaning on.
Peppering your face with kisses, which soon turned into a heated make out. The others let out wolf whistles and laughed.
His hands started to wander, rubbing up and down your sides, he grabbed a particularly sensitive area on your hip and you winced, which he noticed.
Pulling away from your lips, Paul looked at your face.
βYou okay baby?β He asked, a little worried he had grabbed you too hard or had hurt you.
βYeah Iβm fine Paulieβ you lied, but Dwayne picked up on it, Dwayne could always tell when someone was lying versus being truthful.
Marko also noticed something, apparently you had missed a spot when covering the ring around your neck.
Marko stood beside you, licked him thumb, and swiped it across the area around the dark patch that wasnβt covered, revealing more of the dark circle around your throat.
Paul and Marko both frowned. David wasnβt paying that much attention, instead looking for his victim of the night, Dwayneβs eyebrows furrowed in worry.
βWho did this to you?β Dwayneβs voice chided from beside Marko.
βI went out to the boardwalk earlier today because I wanted to see if anything was different about it, and some surf naziβs came up to me and started hitting on me and then when I told them I wasnβt interested and ran away they followed me into an alleyβ¦ and then, they umβ¦ started hitting meβ¦ one of them was choking meβ
You held back tears explaining what happened.
βOh Angelβ¦β Marko said, grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb across your knuckles.
David didnβt look at you, but he heard everything and he was holding back a scowl, who could ever hurt his mate like that.
Paul frowned and rubbed your cheek.
Dwayne stood there, staring at the red mark around your neck, seething with anger that he canβt quite show yet.
βLetβs go get some cotton candy and go ride some rides, to help get your mind off that thing.β Paul said while stroking your cheek.
βOkβ¦β
A couple hours go by and now you were all in the cave, listening to whatever music Paul put on, snuggled against Dwayneβs side while he stroked your hair.
It was getting late and you started getting sleepy, Marko picked you up and helped you snuggle into one of the makeshift beds in the cave.
After that he went to the main area where all the other boys were at.
β¦
βSo are we gonna do something about those bastards?β
Paul said, hoping to make an absolute mess out of the guys that hurt you.
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David sitting in his wheelchair watching Marko fuck you doggy style on the cave floor while you moan and beg with your head at David's boots⦠maybe even one resting on top of your head while you lick the other
