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kitkatdoodlez · 2 days
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I’m obsessed with your art style. nothing else.
Aw shucks. Have a lovesick Paul as a thanks 💕
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ponomar23 · 4 months
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I really love drawing these bats🤧
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arenpath · 9 months
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redamancy-writes · 10 months
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The Lost Boys (1987) x Fem! Reader - Payment
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Warnings: None
Fandom- The Lost Boys 1987
Pairings- Poly! Lost Boys x Female! Reader
Title- Payment
“Is she awake yet?” 
Marko’s voice was unusually soft as he entered into the nesting area where you lay resting in Paul’s arms. You were laying on your side, your face pressed into Paul’s chest as he sat still on his back for you to use him as your personal teddy bear. 
“Not yet,” Paul whispered back, eyes not leaving your form as you breathed deeply, in and out, almost in a entrancing pattern. 
“We’re heading out soon, you should wake her up,” Marko nearly bursted into laughter at Paul’s horrified looking face. 
“You know she hates when she wakes up and we’re gone,” Dwayne murmured lowly, hovering in the doorway. 
“I just hate waking her- she looks so peaceful when she’s sleeping,” Paul’s pout was obvious as he looked to Marko and Dwayne with puppy eyes. 
“I’ll help you,” Dwayne decided, his lips upturning into a smile as he approached the bed, crawling to lay behind you just where David had been hours before to help you fall asleep. 
Rather than wake you though, the two simply watched- all desire to awaken you from your deep slumber gone. Your breath was deep and slow, your mouth open ever so slightly as your cheek was squished against Paul’s body. Your lips looking soft and pretty and oh so sweet, something they always remembered from your kisses. The answers of someone like you could love a rowdy group like them always evaded them. You were gentle, pretty, soft, and kind. Heart swelling of sympathy, your heart always on display. In concert with that you were understanding, trying your best to understand everyone- even if they had hurt you. Now these guys? They killed for fun, terrorizing people on the Boardwalk when they got too bored, and enticed others to make bad decisions that would end up benefitting them despite the hurt it would cause to those actually making such decisions. 
“Babycakes,” Paul murmured lowly, tone not too loud as to not startle you awake. “Time to wake up, sweet thing,” He leaned his head down to press kisses against your forehead, arm reaching up to draw patterns on your back. 
“It’s time to get up, little one,” Dwayne whispered from behind, his hand massaging yours- each knuckle getting an affectionate rub before he moved to your palm. 
Stirring from your sleep, Paul frowned as your expression lost it’s peacefulness and was replaced with scrunched brows- your mouth shutting as your head twisted to bury more into Paul’s chest. 
“Oh, c’mon now babycakes,” Paul couldn’t help but laugh at your antics, making a sleepy grin form on your face as you pulled yourself from his chest to stare at him. “Why d’ya wake me up?” Your words were slightly slurred from sleep, your eyes bleary as you pouted up at him. 
“So you could have time to wake up before we left, love,” David now called from the doorway, Marko standing at the edge of the bed. 
“Mmm,” You closed your eyes in thought. 
“Hey hey, don’t fall back asleep,” Marko called out to you, making you open your eyes again with a laugh, “I wasn’t trying to, I was just thinking…”
“Thinking about what?” Dwayne murmured, taking your hand up towards his mouth to give a kiss to it. 
“Thinking about- those,” You looked at Dwayne, making his eyebrow arch in a silent question. 
“Kisses,” You clarified, a grin spreading across your cheeks. 
“Oh I see, our little love wants kisses?” David grinned, approaching the bed.
“As a payment, of course,” You nodded at David, “Payment for waking me up so early.” 
“A payment is only fair,” Dwayne murmured, turning your head to press a kiss to your lips, a sound of surprise leaving you before you melted into him. The kiss ended all too soon, only for Paul to tilt your face towards him for his own kiss to be placed on your lips. 
David’s hands were free of his leather gloves for once, his hands feeling much softer than the leather as they cupped your cheeks and brought you into a deep kiss. 
“My turn,” Marko’s voice greeted your ears in a singsong manner after a moment, his impatience showing as when you opened your eyes he was already biting his nails to stave off his urge to approach you. 
“Marko,” You cooed, arms open for him as he eagerly clambered onto the bed, careful not to crush you with his weight as he pressed kisses all around your face, your laughs filling the room and their hearts before he captured your lips in his. 
Maybe they weren’t the nicest people, or the kindest- heck they were murderers… but you chose them, chose to love them and you didn’t shy away from their secret when they told you but embraced them with a warmth that never dimmed. 
“Mmm,” You sighed, “I think that satisfies payment in full, my dear boys.”
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houseofthxrnes · 4 months
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It's All Fun and Games...Until Somebody Falls In Love.
(Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Circus Performer!Reader)
For the lovely anon, really hope you enjoy <3 and I am terribly sorry for the delay, part 2 and other requests will be posted this month ❤️. All credit for the gif goes to the owner. <3
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The circus came at night.
People often heard it before they saw it.
Marko stood among the growing crowd of Santa Carla, as the caravans and entertainers moved across the town's streets, performing their various tricks. The whole scene was an explosion of color, the eyes barely catching any hint of grey or black. Marko was mesmerized.
The circus was set to perform at the boardwalk, for three nights before they moved onto Santa Fe.
Marko followed the circus as they walked, eyeing each and everyone of them. His blue eyes stopped once the trapeze performers walked by, his eyes landing directly on you.
It wasn't often that Marko felt his breath get stuck in his chest.
You were absolutely beautiful.
More beautiful than anything he had ever seen.
You waved and smiled at the crowd, doing parts of your routine that didn't require much flying across the sky. Santa Carla was a simple town, yet you couldn't deny the charm of it. You even thought of it as a place that you could settle down.
It was a dream that was better of seen in your sleep, as there was no way that you would be allowed to leave anytime soon. The Ringmaster…he was a mean piece of work. He had taken you in as a child and had promised that after twenty years of loyal service, you would be allowed to leave.
You had turned twenty last month.
And when you went to him to discuss the terms of your release, he simply laughed in your face.
Your cheek still stung from when you tried to argue against it.
In some way, he was right to be hurt, you supposed. You had been with the company for a long time and it would be difficult to find another person that was as skilled or devoted as you. But he had no right to strike you and that's when you realized the Ringmaster's true colors. You wanted to leave…you had to leave.
You passed by without noticing the blue eyes following you, as Marko disappeared into the crowd, heading to the cave.
They were going to the circus tonight.
The sounds of shuffling caused Dwayne to look up from his book, seeing Marko enter with a mischievous grin on his face.
The brunette had to admit that he was terribly bored, so Marko's sudden giddiness peaked his interest. He rose from the couch, stretching out his arms. "What's gotten you so happy?" He asked.
"I'm glad you asked, Dwayne! Get your asses up boys, we're going to the circus!"
Marko's declaration echoed across the cave's halls, David and Paul emerging from their respective rooms. They all slept hanging from the same roof, but David had made it clear that his things would be kept from Paul's sleep grabbing.
The duo looked up at the curly headed vampire, groaning softly. "What are you on about, Marko?" David inquired, sitting down on the couch, his arms on the headboard of it.
"A circus just got into town. They got clowns and hot ladies and everything." Marko added, his mind going back to you. You were more than just a hot lady, but all the words he could use to describe you died on his tongue. He would have to let the boys see you for themselves.
David and Dwayne exchanged a look, as Paul threw an arn over Marko's shoulder. "Leave it to you to go to the circus cuz of the women!" He laughed, "But who am I to judge? I would have done the same thing!" Both Paul and Marko let out laughs at that. David rolled his eyes gently, before looking at Dwayne.
The two held an unspoken council, each expressing the same sentiment.
Why the hell not?
They hadn't been to the circus in a literal decade and if Marko wasn't lying, they would get something more out of it than just a good show.
"Fine but I'm not getting the popcorn." Dwayne admonished. David threw his hands up at his words, seemingly saying "Not it either". Marko jumped up to his feet, exclaiming his excitement loudly.
David gently rolled his eyes.
"Paul, get the bikes ready, would ya?"
The tents were set up next to one another, each performer getting the chance to talk amongst themselves before the show began. You sat in your trailer, your trapeze partner sitting on the couch behind you. Ricky was kinder than most, but he had a temper. He never directed it at you, mostly to anyone who got the bright idea to “mess with the freaks after the show’’. Ricky had always said that the two of you would break out of here and live life like you deserved. It was a beautiful dream, you could admit that, but with a man like the Ringmaster watching your every move, that dream opted to stay that way. He demanded perfection and through his berating and insults, both you and RIcky knew that the two of you were his best act.
And why lose the golden goose?
“You’re fidgeting again.’’
“Can you blame me?’’
“Jesus, (Y/n), we’ve done this a million times. It’s gonna be alright.’’ Ricky said, slapping a hand on your back. You choked slightly, sending the man a glare. “Come on, kid. You don’t gotta worry about anything.’’ He said, motioning to his face with a smirk plastered on it. "You've got me." He said, earning a laugh from you.
He always knew how to make you feel better, regardless of the circumstances.
You sighed, taking one last look in the mirror before one of the performers called for every one to take their places.
"You ready, (Y/n)?"
"As I'll ever be."
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Marko led the boys through the crowd, growing larger and larger with every passing minute. This circus must have been a big deal if they had this many people piling up to see it.
Dwayne cast a look around, taking in his surroundings. It had been more than a decade since he stepped foot in a place like this.
The large tent brought up things he wished to stay buried. Being treated like a prop, only to be seen and not heard…it hit Dwayne closer to home than he realized. David seemed to notice his friends distress, because Dwayne felt a gentle hand on his back.
We can leave if you want.
Nah, just didn't expect it to have an effect, that's all.
David offered a look that told Dwayne that they could leave at any point, should he see it fit. Dwayne didn't doubt that Paul and Marko would have given him the same option…but David was different.
They were the originals in a way.
They met first.
They watched each other’s back more times than any of them cared to count, and DAvid and Dwayne soon formed something that neither of them thought they’d ever have. A family. A good one, Max excluded of course. Soon, they all sat among other people, the stage set up in the center of the tent. The Ringmaster made an appearance, thanking the lovely audience of Santa Carla and Marko had to stop the urge to roll his eyes.
Paul had been to a circus or two in his lifetime and the places never failed to give him the willies. It was dark and you never really knew what was going to pop out. He had seen tigers and could never like clowns, so it was good that he could bolt whenever he wanted.
Act after act passed and the boys were just about to get up when the Ringmaster announced your act. With a very enthusiastic Marko begging them to stay, the others stood down.
The lights went out and before everyone knew it, the lights were directed to the top of the tent. Small patterns of red and yellow could be seen and by some miracle, the light hadn't blinded you.
As soon as you and Ricky made your debut, the crowd was deathly silent. You could relate, having been the spectator once yourself. The distance stretched from one side to the other, Ricky giving you a quick wave from his side. You smiled, taking a deep breath before you jumped off your platform, over the shocked gasps of the public. You grabbed onto one of the swings, your body growing goose bumps from the frigid wind.
Under the fast beat of your heart, your hands secured, you jumped…
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rosemary-writes · 5 months
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How he holds you
(Lost boys x gender neutral reader headcanons)
Warnings: Marko being a lil cheeky
Authors note: heeeyy chickens, long time no see♡I transferred to university and I have little to no time to write stuff like this anymore. Buut since it’s October, I gotta do my fav boys
David
-David doesn’t really hold you per say. You more or less cling and hold on to him.
-He doesn’t like seeming too vulnerable or soft when in public. Especially while on the boardwalk and the surf nazis are out and about
-However, if you’re standing next to him, he will casually put his hand on the back of yours. Theres something about his palm resting on your hand that just makes him feel content
-When you two are in the cave and hes sitting in his chair or on the couch, he always beckons you to sit on his lap. While you’re on his lap, he’ll snake his arm around your back and rest his hand on your thigh or butt.
-While he says its to “keep hold of what's his” it’s also so your back isnt digging into the metal of his wheelchair.
-It’s old and rusty and he doesnt really want you to be squirming cause it’s hurting your skin
-Some nights when the two of you are alone or you had a bad day, he lets you lay on his chest while he lays down on the couch.
-Your hands fall to his chest and his arms will wrap around you to keep you pressed comfortably against him.
-Even though his heart no longer beats, you swear you sometimes hear faint thumps when you mumble how much you love him into his chest
-Overall 6/10 cause he only holds you back every few weeks.
Dwayne
-Dwayne isn’t afraid to wrap an arm around your waist or hips while in public. It’s his way of showing people that you’re his partner and to keep you close to him
-He’ll sometimes put his fingers through your belt loops
-When meeting up in public, he’ll loosely wrap his arms around your hips while giving you a kiss. When meeting you in private, like at your house, he will actually give you a decent hug
-I like to think that Dwayne will link pinkies with you while walking around the boardwalk sometimes. He thinks it’s really sweet.
-When you two are in the cave, he’ll come up behind you and snake his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder. His stubble tends to tickle your neck a bit
-he might take in a big inhale of your scent
-When you two cuddle, hes pulling you so close to him that you’re practically smothering him
-He loves it
-His hands will move all over the place. Your back, hips, thighs, butt, maybe one in your hair
-If you fall asleep, hes on cloud 9. He’ll most likely move you both into a small nest spot in the cave and either fall asleep with you or stay awake to watch you sleep. If you guys are at your place, he watches over you while you sleep.
-10/10 cause his cuddles are top notch
Paul
-Paul can’t keep his hands to himself so hes holding you all the damn time.
-Had a bad day? Let him hold you, he wants to make you feel better
-Theres a puddle on the ground? He’ll carry you over it
-Yikes babe, your shoe is untied, guess he’s gotta hold you so you don’t trip
-Yeah, hes very touchy
-Out on the boardwalk he loves to hold your hands. Like, he hates having to let go of your hand if you have to do something.
-Heaven forbid you want to eat or need to sneeze
-On the occasions where he takes you flying with him, he keeps you so close to him. He would never drop you but theres been a few times where you slipped from his grasp and it spooked you. So, he’ll have an iron grip on you while flying over the ocean or Santa Carla
-If you’re ever with him when he’s having a smoke sesh, he goes to maximum handsyness. God help you if you need to pee
-Like Dwayne, his hands are going everywhere, but hes gripping you as if you’re going to float away.
-He loves keeping you close because you’re so warm against his cold body. His cold hands will slip under your shirt and move around. He’s not trying to tickle you, he just loves how warm your back is.
-9.5/10 because his hands are cold as hell
Marko
-Marko’s not as handsy as the others
-Once in a blue moon, Marko lets you wrap your arms around him and he will envelop you in his jacket. It’s warm and it’s a really rare soft moment with him. It only happens when you forget a jacket and you’re both on the boardwalk and it’s freezing. Surprisingly, hes warm because of how thick his jacket is
-However, he mostly keeps a hand in your back pocket or he’ll pinch your butt. If hes showing you something, he takes your hand to lead you.
-Thats about as far as it goes in public.
-However, in private, it is a totally different scene
-He likes to hold you from behind. He sneaks up and wraps his arms around you while shoving his face into your hair
-He’ll only do this when no one is around. He does not want the others to see him like this.
-He does like to cuddle with you. He’s the big spoon and youre always the little spoon
-The feeling of your body expanding while breathing tends to calm him down since he easily gets wound up.
-While spooning you, he’ll lean forward just a bit to kiss you on the cheek. He will also sometimes entwine your hands and kiss the back of your hand.
-He warms up underneath the covers with you.
-Moments like that remind him that it’s okay to be relaxed with others
-I give him a 7/10
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shamelessly-obsessed · 5 months
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Not sure why I went so hard on this one but Jesus Christ this took forever (14 hrs…)
Anyways I love these little gay vampires
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thelostboysthings · 15 days
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I want them so bad
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thefuseoftemptation · 4 months
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how about a request where the reader is with the lost boys and it's cold outside but the boys aren't necessarily affected by it and r is so they're just over there like -_-
send me more.
THE LOST BOYS X GN!READER
WARNING(S): cussing, reader is just a mere person f'course they're going to be cold. not sure what type of genre this would be under so-
You’d been standing there for who knows how long; scrunching your nose at the way the air seemed to shift, causing you to curse under your breath because damn it, was it cold. 
Who knew you’d ever see the day when the temperatures dropped below average, being so used to wearing very little under in its usual circumstances.
But here you were, standing- waiting- for the boys, in only a short sleeve and some shorts. To be honest, David had told you the previous day that it was going to get cold, which only caused you, at the time, to wave him off because c’mon, it was Santa Carla. 
And god, you hated when he was right. 
He always had that look of ‘I told you so,’ only for him to follow it with the words itself shortly after. Something you weren’t looking forward to hearing- so, rather than stand there, like so, you try to move and not think about it. The less you look like you're freezing your ass off, which you were, the more likely he won’t tell you something. It was a stretch because well, it’s David, the guy always had something to say. Whether you wanted to hear it or not.
The sound of them approaching had you straightening yourself up, wincing when you let yourself go and felt the full effect of the wind. At least before, it was more bearable with the way you curled into yourself, but now, you were just exposed.
“Nugget?!” You could only roll your eyes at the nickname Paul gave you. The tall blonde never failed to seize in giving you names that were over the top. Most of the time you weren’t even sure he knew what he was saying. At one point he’d run out of nicknames and just started referring to you after things you ate. Hence the current use of the term he just dropped. “Why’re you standing out here like this?!”
You had to refrain from giving him lip, one because well, the boy just made it too easy sometimes, and two because of the other boy who was currently still seated on his bike next to him.
David’s brow lifted at your appearance, taking in what you wore or more so really, what you weren’t wearing. 
“It’s cold out, and you’re wearing that?” He questioned as he kept his eyes on yours. It was one thing to try and keep eye contact with him— it was a whole other thing to keep it while also trying to keep still and not have your words betray you when your teeth decide to chatter.
“No, m’f-fine.” Damnit.
“But it’s cold outside.” This time it was Marko who said it. The repeated words had you side eyeing the smallest of the boys. You knew that obviously, but thanks for pointing it out Marko, what gave it away?!
“It’s fine, m’fine!” The way your voice raised at the last few words had them all looking at you, something you chose to ignore as you pushed Paul away, who had taken it upon himself earlier to rub the sides of your arms repeatedly. It also had you moving out of Dwayne’s way when he went to take off his jacket.
“No- m’fine! See.” You lifted your arms and let them fall to your side, making it seem like you were just that, fine. As if it was nothing.
It was far from that because damn it, you were cold.
“Uh huh, so I’m sure you’ll be fine when we’re riding back to the cave?” David said as he sat up from his leaned position, putting the bike stand up before he looked at you again.
Honestly, you’d forgotten about that and the thought of it had you wanting to fall to your knees and give. And you could’ve done that, you should've done that- but you didn’t. Oh absolutely not. 
So here you were taking your time stepping up to their bikes, hesitant at getting on.
“Well?” David said, expectedly. He was really pushing it and you wanted nothing more than to tell him something but you just opted to send him a look. 
“You sure you don’t want my jacket?” Dwayne asked as you approached, and you shook your head. It was only when you were about to put your leg over that you heard him speak under his breath. “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove, you and I both know he was right….”
It caused you to send a swift kick to his leg, one that managed to do very little to him. And just when you got situated, David spoke up.
“You’re coming with me,” his arm extended out to you, with no room for arguing.
What he said went, most of which times you refused and it only sent the platinum blonde into a mood. But something now told you to just get on with him, even though you knew there was an underlying intention behind his words. 
And you should’ve stood to your usual and refused his demands because here you were, riding to the cave with your face stuffed into his back and your arms clutching onto his waist. You weren’t sure how they hadn’t fallen off at this point because you weren’t even sure you could feel them anymore.
The ride felt unusually long, too long for your liking, that when you guys finally did get there, you hadn’t even known. Your face still buried into David’s back as the others got off and stood by, waiting for you to move.
“Uh, Y/N?” You hadn’t even heard Marko, still hearing the sounds of the wind in your ear from moments before.
“You still fine, Y/N?” David asked as he turned his head to look over his shoulder at your curled up form. The use of him using your own words against you had you pulling your head from its spot to stare at him.
“Shut. It.” You push through your teeth before slowly removing yourself from the blonde. Or at least tried to. You couldn’t feel your arms or legs so the furthest you got was sitting upright.
“M’not fine,” you say as you stayed seated there. “It’s cold outside….” It was the softest you’d ever spoken, the sound of it had the boys pulling you up from the bike. Their arms refusing to leave you as they guided you through the entrance of the cave.
You were lying in your nest with three out of the four, curled into you. Paul and Marko laying quite literally on top of you, while Dwayne laid next to you. David sat to the side and watched, an all too familiar look on his face as he looked at you.
He’s gonna say it, he’s gonna say it, he’s gonna say it—
“I told you so.”
“I know that, David. You can let some of them go for once!”
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Some sketchbook stuff ✏
Sorry for the lack of sketches with Dwayne, I'll do better next time😇
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hypocriticaltypwriter · 2 months
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Brooke explaining Paul if anyone was curious... 👀
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kitkatdoodlez · 28 days
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Nesting
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ponomar23 · 8 months
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I’VE FINISHED!!!!!!
Just THE MOST BELOVED AND WONDERFUL BOYS
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sweets4dolls · 1 month
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content. paul + fem!reader. smut. kinda lovesick!paul. somno. not proofread. just thinking.
all credits of the characterization of this man goes to the lovely @iovesia, and the movie, but mainly iovesia <3. seriously, go check out her fics, absolutely ATE. xoxo, sweetling
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just thinking about how doting and adoring paul would be with you, his soft n silly little human. he'd be all over you as he messes with locks of your hair and presses kisses all over your face absentmindedly as he had you curled up in his lap.
he, quite literally, just can't control himself, he just needs to reach out and touch you soft skin, because you're just that pretty of a pet.
so its really your fault that he's getting a boner in his boxers, if only you weren't so cute;(. and its not helping that your lively legs are squirming all over his lap as you twist and turn adorably, trying to get comfortable as his hand rubs up and down the side of your thigh.
he just can't help but slide his hand under your skirt, cupping your clothed sex and applying pressure to your cunt as you slumber all peacefully, head lolled and resting against his chest.
eventually, you wake up to the feeling of paul's fingers stuffed deep in your cunt, curling about making you mewl as you blinked your wide dewey eyes, pupils lightly passing over his face as he coos down at you.
"aww, you awake now sweetheart?" says all sweetly as his fingers pump in and out of your pussy, coated in your slick as he works your cunt closer to an orgasm.
"p-paul," you whine, all disoriented and sleepy as the sensations from his fingers swiping at your clit overwhelm you, the feeling of his big hand pawing at your warm cunt sending your pretty little head spiraling as he whispers in your ears, telling you to cum for him.
hearing his voice say those words was all you needed, fragile body tensing as you gush around his fingers and onto his hand, a damp spot on his pants forming from your fluids. automatically, he brings his hand up to his lips, licking his fingers clean of your juices with a dopey smile on his face.
and you best believe that you're going for more rounds than you can count. he wants you broken from how many times he makes your pretty pussy come for him.
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redamancy-writes · 1 year
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Jealousy on the Boardwalk (The Lost Boys 1987 x Female! Reader)
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Word Count - 1036 Fandom - The Lost Boys 1987 Pairing - Poly! The Lost Boys 1987 x Female! Reader Title - Jealousy on the Boardwalk
Jealous - fiercely protective or vigilant of one's rights or possessions.
“All of these attractions, and I can’t help but keep my eyes on you, sweetheart,” You felt like you jolted out of your skin as Paul was suddenly behind you, his hands snaking around your middle as the rest of the boys approached. 
“You scared the hell out of me,” You laughed as he pulled you into him, Paul’s face diving into the crook of your neck to pepper kisses against the flesh. 
“S’rry,” He murmured against your skin as each of the other boys approached to give you their own greeting. A kiss to the knuckles, a devilish grin and a kiss to your nose, and an appreciative glance over your form before a gloved hand cupped the side of your cheek and kissed the other. 
“What do you boys have planned tonight?” You asked as Paul kept you locked in his arms, feeling particularly affectionate tonight, while the other three surrounded you two. 
“Some rides, some food,” Marko grinned as he pointed to the newest addition of the Santa Carla boardwalk. It was a thrill ride, and you couldn’t quite make out the name as the neon lettering was too far for your eyes to fully focus on, but you could hear the screams of terror and resounding laughter of groups of friends as it took them through it. 
“That looks like fun,” You mused, a gasp leaving your throat as Paul decided to begin to nip against your flesh. “Paul,” You muttered in warning as he laughed before pulling away. 
“C’mon, let’s go,” Marko pulled you free from Paul’s grip.
“Hold on, hold on,” You laughed as he started tugging you towards the ride, “I think I need to hit the bathroom first, then go on the ride.” You explained as he looked at you with a confused expression. 
“Knowing you four, it will be hours before you’ll want to take a break,” You tossed a knowing glance to Paul as he was already antsy to get going, ping-ponging off of Marko’s energy. 
“I’ll meet you all over there,” You pecked Marko’s lips before you were disappearing into the crowd, David’s eyes watching over you until you entered the public bathroom. 
“C’mon, I’m going to grab a slushie,” Marko nudged Paul, the two making their way to the treats stand, Dwayne and David resting against the handrail, eyes wandering the crowd as they waited for your return. 
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“Phew,” You wiped the water on your hands off on your jeans as you left the bathroom, the hand dryer not doing a damn thing to dry your hands after washing them. Eyes scanning the crowd, you grinned as you made eye contact with Dwayne, his lips quirking into a grin as you began to approach only for a wolf whistle to catch your ears.
Dwayne’s expression morphed into a glare, gaze drifting to your left as the Surf Nazi’s whistled and called at you. 
“C’mon hot stuff, you bounce on those biker’s dicks all the time, you can give us something!” You felt heat crawl up your neck as you ignored the group, biting your tongue as you moved past them to get towards David and Dwayne. 
You blocked out their voices as you kept your gaze on David, only for a reaction to be forced out of you as a loud smacking sound brought your attention back to the group. The sting on your ass came after. 
“What the–”
“What the fuck did you just do to our girl?” You didn’t even see Marko and Paul, but now Marko had the bastard up by the collar, their noses nearly touching. 
“C’mere,” Dwayne pulled you to him, facing you away from the group. You didn’t want nor need to see what those three were about to do.  “Let’s go get you a drink, hm, maybe a milkshake?” He was seething, hands trembling with rage but he kept it under wraps as you heard a sickening crunch while he led you away. 
As the two of you sat in the booth, you swirled the straw around the milkshake, briefly letting your gaze flick up from the creamy beverage to Dwayne’s face as he stared out the window, eyes flickering back and forth. 
“You okay?” You broke the silence, making his attention snap from the window to you. 
“You’re asking me that?” He grinned at you, “How about we reverse that question, how are you? Are you okay?” Dwayne reached a hand over, interlacing your fingers with his. 
“Meh, I’ve been better but I’ve certainly been worse- but I do have a milkshake so,” You shrugged while smiling, “I just hope the others are alright,” You frowned. 
“You worried about us, doll?” David questioned, just now adjusting to putting his gloves back on as they entered the diner. 
“Always,” Your eyes flickered over each one of them, your frown deepening. Marko had a split lip, always being the one to jump in head first into fights, and you could tell Paul had gotten several good hits in, knuckles bruised and blood caked on them. David, you couldn’t tell, but you figured the gloves were now not for a personal style choice, but to ensure you wouldn’t worry. 
“What happened when we left?” You knew what happened, or at least had a general picture, but you couldn’t help but ask. 
“They got what was coming to them for touching our girl,” David said simply as you scooched further in the booth for him to sit next to you. Paul took his place next to Dwayne as Marko pulled up a chair to sit at the edge of the table. 
“They won’t be bothering you anymore,” Marko gave you a smile as he leaned his arms against the table. 
“Oh?”
“Not if they want to live,” Paul muttered as he grabbed a menu off the condiment caddie. David’s eyes flickered to Dwayne while he put an arm around your shoulders, a raised brow sent his way while Dwayne subtly nodded in response. 
They had more business with those Surf Nazi’s, but for now there were more pressing matters, such as getting you fueled up and turning this night around. 
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Summer Lovin'.
(Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Reader)
For the lovely @jdrift04 really hope you like it! As someone with really bad eczema on her hands, this was awesome to write ❤️ all credit for the gif goes to the owner. Check out @bonniebirddoesgifs for the amazing gif.
Tw: body image insecurities (use of terms such as 'disgusting' and 'unloveable'), discussion of anxiety, that's all really but of course lmk if there's more.
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You starred at yourself in the mirror, a scowl rising to your lips.
The shirt was unflattering and quite frankly, the color was so not you. You sighed, taking the fabric over your head and discarding it on your bed, with the rest of your clothes. "Why does it have to be so hard to pick a damn shirt?" You said, exasperated. Looking back at the mirror, you turned your back, eyes avoiding the reflection presented to you.
Your back was a showcase of discolored patches, red spots and some visibly different texture. When you were a child, you had gone through a period where your back would be covered in liquid filled bumps. Your parents had taken you to dermatologist, who simply said that you had eczema and prescribed the much needed medication for it.
While you were grateful, the condition had left a mark on you.
Your body was still healing from it, but you couldn't help the insecurity that it spawned within you. Having kids act all disgusted and staying away because they thought it was contagious didn't help much, leading you to switch out most of your more revealing clothes for clothes more fitting to a nun than a teenager. Sure, you still wore short sleeves, but your back was practically covered all the time.
It wasn't your friends that you worried about, it was mostly the meat heads people called Surf Nazis that pissed you off. They find something out about a person and they latch onto it like leeches, looking to quench their own insecurities. Such a thing happened to you, when they started calling you disgusting, questioning how someone could even hang out with you.
As much as your friends told you to ignore them, they were slowly breaking through that barrier of "they only say that to make themselves feel better" and "they just wish they were you". Soon, the wardrobe switch happened and you grew more and more insecure. You started calling yourself disgusting and unlovable, sometimes going as far as to cover your mirror when you would be changing and turning to face your back.
Nights out were still frequent, but it took longer for you to get ready and the surfers were growing restless.
One particular night, Gregory decided to get handsy.
He was the pseudo-leader, a baboon that consolidated himself by fighting the boardwalk security whenever he could. He was the loudest and therefore, the surfers followed his lead.
Gregory thought it would be a good idea to try and make a fool out of you, grabbing at you and trying to get you to show your scars. By some miracle, four bikers were watching the scene from a far.
That's how you met your current lovers. Yes, lovers. Plural.
They intervened and Big Ed had to pull David off from Gregory. He shot you a smirk, before telling you and your friends to meet him and his boys at the carousel. You were teased by your girlfriends, saying that David already had the hots for you.
You met them at the carousel and the rest was history.
Marko had been the one to confess that all of them wanted to be with you and while it was unconventional, you had grown too attached to care.
As time went on, the idea of telling the boys about your scars began to loom over you. You were sure that they wouldn't care. That they wouldn't be like the others. Yet, there was that little voice at the back of your head, convincing you to keep your walls up and hide your back under your shirts.
Now, as you scavanged through the clothes on your bed, your hands pulled a crop top that you hadn't seen in ages. It was (f/c), one of your favorite colors.
Looking at the mirror and then back at it, you surmised that it wouldn't hurt to try it on for size. It wasn't like you were going to wear it outside anyway. While you began to change, you were blissfully unaware of the presence at your window. Marko watched from his spot on the hinges, his mouth agape.
He didn't mean to stare, but you were absolutely beautiful. You were turned toward the mirror, your back facing him. The curve of your back was tempting enough as it is, Marko taking in every texture, every scare.
You were like a work of art.
Just waiting to be admired the way you deserved.
Marko was probably too entranced by you to notice Dwayne and Paul joining in, the roof tiles rumbling slightly under their added weight. "Dude, what the hell are you starin' at-woah.'' Paul expressed, his words dying in his mouth as he caught sight of you. Dwayne was stunned to silence, any cohesive sentence leaving as soon as he saw you in that top. "Talk about a show, huh?''
"You're disgusting you know that?''
"Oh come on Dwayne, like you weren't lookin'-"
"Why the hell are you three whispering?'' David said, having only just arrived. The trio all yelped, effectively alerting you to their presence. "Oh God!'' You exclaimed, quickly grabbing another piece of clothing to throw over your back. David fought hard to contain his laugh, his body drawing closer to the threshold of your window. His brilliant eyes gave you a look, his leg passing the wooden frame of the window at your invite.
"Sorry about that, kitten. These three knuckleheads need to learn to look at their surroundings better.''
"Fuck you David.''
"Love you too Paul." The vampire chuckled, before giving you his full attention. Under any other circumstances, you would have relished the attention but as soon as that impressed whistle left David's lips, you felt your palms grow sweaty. "Don't you look gorgeous tonight baby, who's the lucky guy?"
"Very funny. Was just trying on some old stuff is all."
Paul and the others joined in, passing through with your invitation. Paul plopped himself down on your bed, making himself comfortable while Marko helped himself to your book shelf. Dwayne was at your side, giving you a hug and a kiss on the side of your head.
It was his way of greeting you.
"Sweetness, it's pretty warm. Why do you have a jacket on?" The brunette questioned. "Like I told David, I was just trying things on for size." You said again. "Well, can't you take it off now?" Marko inquired, his tone simply curious.
You stumbled over your words and that was enough for them to know that something wasn't ok. You were witty and it was rare that any of them left you speechless. You were clearly nervous and as much as the boys wanted to back off and not make you feel pressured, they wanted to help. "Nah, i like it, it still looks great on me." You defended, vaguely aware of the beads of sweat rolling down your forehead. It was a should defense at best, but that was all you had.
There was a creeping feeling in your stomach that this was going to be the night where you finally tell them.
"Kitten...you aren't hiding something from us, are you?"
And of course, it never happens when you want it too.
You shook your head. "No, why would I?'' You defended, sounding even more unbelievable than before. David took a good look at you and wondered if it had anything to do with that jacket you had thrown over your back. He was never one to push you, but this behavior was making him worry. Dwayne seemed to have the same sentiment, pulling you close and burring his face in your hair.
The affection tilted your stance considerably, your mind growing more and more convinced. You bit back a sigh.
"I used to...have this skin condition when I was a kid.'' You began, finding it difficult to find the right words. You couldn't be sure that they knew what eczema was, so you had to explain it in a way that would make sense. The words passed your lips stiffly, David and Dwayne listening so intently, you almost thought they had spaced out.
They're dedication to your words was so obvious that even Paul and Marko grew to attention, abandoning their tomfoolery and listening to you. You finished with a sigh. “It’s gone now but some scars still remain…and people haven’t been exactly nice about them…ever.’’ You expressed contempt, each word passing as if you didn't want it too.
Still, an indescribable weight lifted from your shoulders, as a new fear settled in your belly. The boys were quiet for a moment, the silence short yet impactful. “Why didn’t you tell us before?’’ Dwayne asked, disappointed more so at himself rather than you. Your shoulders slagged, as you offered up a rather poor reason. “I…I didn’t want you to think that I was…gross or something.’’ You said.
Kids had said worse things.
That you were unlovable and disgusting.
The thought of your boys thinking the same thing was too much to even consider, let alone think about.
“Aw babe, we would never think that!’’ Paul exclaimed, jumping up and taking you into his arms. You yelped slightly at the unexpected action, before allowing yourself to smile. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, my love. Don’t ever let anything make you think otherwise." Dwayne said, his hair shielding most of his face. The boys joined in on the hug and though it did begin to feel rather uncomfortable, you smiled nonetheless.
"Now how about we ditch the old shirts and you wear something you actually want to?" David inquired, rummaging through your pile of clothing. "I'm not sure…I haven't worn most of these in a while." You shrugged your shoulders, feeling slightly bashful over the sudden change.
"We know this is a lot to get used to, so take it easy sweets." Marko spoke up as he joined David. He pulled out a baby blue top that you had completely forgotten about, his face smiling from ear to ear. "Besides, we can even help you pick out an outfit now!"
"Hell yeah, we'll make you look smokin' babe!"
Soon enough you had three vampires rummaging through your things, as Dwayne ran a gentle hand down your back. Surprisingly, through his timid touches, you actually found that you quite liked it. You released a sigh, feeling your shoulders become rather light.
Things were going to get better.
And with these four by your side, no one would dare even look at you the wrong way.
A part of you wishes you had this when you were younger.
You were just a kid.
But, as David and Dwayne chastised Paul and Marko for causing a mess, you couldn't help but laugh.
For all it was worth, the past didn't really matter anymore.
Besides, you had a lot of cute shirts to wear.
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