#marko tompson

Synopsis. How the lost boys + Mike kiss their partner

parings. The lost boys + Mike x g.n. Reader {separate}

Micheal — you’ve seen the movie I assume, you’ve seen how he kissed Star. Slow and passionate. Mike likes to take things slow and mindful. He’ll feel you up and down, appreciate what’s his.

David — he takes kissing from a single peck on the cheek to an entire make out session in one second. He's desperate for every part of you. His hands Rome, not often falling on the most pg13 places. Teeth clash and tongue mingle with one another.

Paul — when the two of you kiss it’s more biting and sucking on skin then actually kissing. He loves littering your collar bone with bites and bruises. He treats your skin like it’s a canvas and he is a painter. When your lips do connect it’s only for a short while before he pulls back to finish his masterpiece.

Dwayne — he is very much the romantic type. Like Mike he takes things slowly. His hands are more adventurous then mikes and so is his mouth. Tongue slipping in and his hands on your back or even lower.

Marko — very playful when it comes to kisses. He loves pecking your neck before slowly climbing it up to your lips for his prize. His kisses tend to be fast paced and hot. His hands are also all over you, thighs, neck, back, and sometimes your arms or hands even.

𝕾𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖕𝖘𝖎𝖘. frat boys are the worst aren't they?

𝕻𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘. Marko x g.n. reader

        Hot, stuffy, that's what the mosh pit was. It was you and Marko's anniversary and what better way to celebrate such a momentous occasion than the same thing you did every night? And what is that activity? Go to a local band's concert at a cheap club and get absolutely destroyed off of alcohol and weed of course. 

        Bodies upon bodies barely covered and all sweaty bashed into each other as the speaker blared and marko wouldn’t have it any other way. The way the lights glowed against your face, god he could die a happy man right then and there. The one thing he didn't appreciate was how a collection of frat boy tourists stared at you. He didn't like them licking their lips, the way they pretend to shake something off their pants just to palm their dicks, no no marko didn’t like it at all. If it weren't for you looking so genuinely happy he'd break their skulls right there, surrounded by a crowd of fifty packed in a tight  underground club space, he didn't give shit. 

        He tried to weave you through the crowd and to the other side of the room was too small. The group of three walking white trash somehow always appeared with hungry eyes. He tried to keep you beside him, but alas you are still your own person and he has to respect that. But seeing you get crowded by the three men had him enraged but also scared.

        Marko knows he’s short and doesn’t always look all that intimidating of a face, a baby as you called it. But he knew how to kill a bitch, he was a vampire after all. 

        The first thing he did was take the back of one of the guys, who had his hips and hands a little too close, heads and smashing it against the bar, breaking it on impact. With that shock throughout the other two he took another and threw him on the ground and started punching his lights out. It took the other guy and the bartender to get him off the man on the floor but Marko just twisted around and started beating the other frat boy. He didn't stop until you pulled him away and to the door after the manager had barked at the two of you to leave, you were banned at that club after all. 

        You burst out laughing right as the cold sea hair hit your face. His brows furrowed. He moved you via your waist closer to him, hip to hip. “Waz so funny?” He slurred, still a little under the influence of the alcohol. You gently ran your fingers through his curly hair. 

        Grinning, you cooed. “So possessive.~”

        He clicked his tongue, “they were looking at ya funny.” 

        You rolled your eyes, “let them look. They know I’m yours anyway.”

        Marko’s eyes softened as he gently swayed with you along the boardwalk, “you weren’t bothered?” 

        “Course not” you smiled warmly, “I only have eyes for you my love.” You peaked his cheek gently an he smirked. He braced your chin as he leaned in and kissed your lips tenderly. 

        “Sorry for lashing out,” He muttered.

        “Nah,” you giggled against his lips, “it’s hot”