#paul tlb smut

[spidercookie18]

he will rut his hips against yours for as long as you let him. his high pitched, whiney puppy whimpers hanging off the air. his mouth red and raw from kissing your neck. just begging to keep touching you. fully sheathed in you as you ride him. his cock aching for release. his fingertips digging into your hips and thighs, trying his hardest to keep his claws away because he doesn't want you stop this wonderful act.

he paws at you all the time for kisses, anything he can do to get your attention. for you to notice how he aches for you, the physical pain he gets from not touching you. now that he's under you he won't let you go. he's trying so hard not to buck up into you because you said "not to". but he's going crazy. you feel so good. so nice and tight and warm around him. squeezing his cock, teasing him. purposefully trying to drive him over the edge. the cute pained faces he makes trying to maintain composure. the way his eyes roll back and shut in frustration. his lust blown pupils trying to stay focused on you, barely any blue left in his eyes.

god you drive him crazy. you look so gorgeous right now. he feels like hes been blessed. like you're his own personal angel, giving him divine pleasure. how you rock your hips, your soft moans as you come up and down on his shaft. how lovely you look over him, your breasts and hair bounching with your movements. soft beads of sweat rolling down your body. the gasps from your pretty parted lips as you continue to roll your hips.

he bites his lip with a soft "fuck". his teeth sink into his lip and he tears the skin. he's bleeding now, but he doesn't notice. he's focused on the way YOU feel. how close you are, by the way you squeeze him. how long you've been edging him. he doesn't want it to stop. he loves being your plaything, and you know it. you love to watch him beg for you. for your skin on his. the way you knowingly tease him in front of the others. watching him from the corner of your eye as he gets jealous and painfully hard watching you hang off his brothers.

you chuckle, thinking of the events that lead to this. drunkly dancing and slowly stripping your layers in the cave. celebrating new years with the lost boys. his hands coming up to lay on your hips as you swayed them from side to side. his own personal lap dance. he could have died all over again. you couldn't resist those puppy dog eyes of his. the way he begged for you to let him fuck you.

hes whimpering again. his soft "please" as he gently thrusts his hips up into you. the hands you had on his thighs to lean back and ride him coming to lay on his stomach now. the weight doesn't bother him, you feel like nothing on him. he focuses on your nails in his skin, and the fact that you've stopped bouncing on his length. "Now paul..." you try to keep the sadistic joy out of your voice, but he looks too perfect below you. "what did I saw about that?"

"m'sorry" he's begging, and his pathetic display makes you giggle "please I couldn't help it" his hands scratch at your hips and waist. trying desperately to get you to continue riding him. those pretty blue eyes of his, the soft sobs he let's out. he lifts his head off the bed to stare at you. eyebrows furrowed, a pink spot growing on the tip of his nose.

he's gonna start crying if you don't keep riding him

"Oh paul" you bite your lip and start a fast pace. he's so fucking cute like that. you can hear the others from further down in the cave, theyre green with envy. you loved being the object of desire, but you were Paul's right now. rather, he was yours.

the ache in your belly had been pooling for a long time. it was so hard not to come from riding him in this position. his pretty cock had you stuffed, but watching him below you was what really put you over the edge. you spammed around him. trying your best to keep up your pace as you quickly bounced on his length. your movements were hard to control, and you could feel your legs begin to give out. you slumped over, trying to keep upwards with your hands pressed to Paul's chest. you could hear him whining over the sound of your own panting. you'd never given him permission to come, so he didn't. he was worried that you would be mad with him, and keep your body from him as a punishment.

"paulie" you sighed out, "take over baby". in a second, he had your back to the bed. it almost knocked the wind from you with how quickly he moved. your legs were over his shoulders and he was pistoning against you. your body was tired from riding him for so long, but he would keep fucking into you for as long as you ordered. his cock bullying its way into your overstimulated cunt. "f-fuck, so- so fucking good" paul came down to kiss you. and you could taste his blood in your mouth. his tip hitting hard against your cervix. it sounded like he was pounding with a sledgehammer while he slipped his tongue into your mouth. he kissed you greedily, he was always like that with your body. he couldn't get enough of how good you felt on him, around him, sucking him in. you could feel his cock throbbing as it came in and out. Paul found purchase in the crook of your neck. in between kissing and biting, he was whimpering and muttering into your skin. "s'soft, s'good, please, please can i?" he begged for release. he pushed his feet into the bed, forcing you higher up the mattress, trying to push himself further into you.

"m'almost there Paulie" you whined. your nails dug into his back. he angled his hips to rup his tip against your soft spongey spot. his heavy cock dragging in and out of you. "Oh fuck! PAUL- co, co!" your legs shook. the way he had you folded in half made it hard to breathe. you struggled to get the words out but he knew what you wanted. his teeth clamped down on your shoulder. you could feel the hot sticky blood flow from your skin and down to the sheets below you. Paul's hips slammed into you and with a loud growl he painted your insides white. he pressed himself flush against your ass, forcing you to take his full length. you could feel it pressing up to your stomach. it hurt. the pain in your lower half, and the pain from Paul ripping your flesh with his teeth. he stayed like that for some time. lapping at your blood. when he realized you were too fucked out to scold him, he started thrusting again. fucking his come back in to you. sweet Paul. whining and whimpering about how lucky and thankful he was to be fucking your soft squishy cunt.

it was going to be a long while before the other boys had a turn with you.

[charlizekkelly]

hungry like the wolf

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

Pairing: Reader x Dwayne (The Lost Boys 1987)

Word Count: 2167

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

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

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

!18+ CONTENT - MINORS DNI!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hungry like the wolf.

[littlesunshine1223]

The Lost Boys as aesthetics

Paul:

Dwayne:

Marko:

David:

[saltylandland]

Random NSFW Lost Boys Headcanons bc y not

Some of these are pretty well known and accepted and I’m just regurgitating what I’ve seen a lot, and some of these are my own ideas.

David’s a pleasure dom.

David loves using toys on his partner, will only enjoy it on himself if it’s self inflicted.

I can see David doing ‘daily affirmations’ if you have low self esteem, giving you an orgasm for each affirmation you repeat. (This was definitely from someone else I’ll reblog their post if I can find it)

Dwayne goes feral over thicker girls or any kind of chub really, even if it’s just a little.

Dwayne goes feral over sundresses, he’s smart enough not to assume you wear sundresses just for him, but if he helps you pick out an outfit and he grabs a sundress, you know what’s on his mind.

Marko gets the most kick out of chasing you down before you two fuck.

Sex with Paul while you’re both 🍃

This is a little out there, but I think Paul has a voyeurism/humiliation/degradation streak?

So on one hand, You know how it’s a common trope in the 80s and 90s where teenage boys steal girls underwear? He likes that, the thrill of it, potentially getting caught or purposefully so.

On a more darker side, he likes being degraded for being a creep and pushed around. Like tell him he’s disgusting and to get off while he rearranges your guts. (Consent-fully of course)

If the boys share a s/o or are poly, free use is very quickly brought up. As well as voyeurism in general.

A situation that I thought about would happen pretty often, while you are sitting on someone’s lap, another comes up and starts feeling you up/giving you head. Suddenly it’s like you’re under siege as the person who you are on their lap, hold you down when you squirm as the other goes at it.

[sleeepy-sim]

Never finished it, smut

"Dwayne," You choke out, his cock hitting places your previous lovers couldn't even dare come near. Who knew this quiet, handsome tall man from the boardwalk was this possessive and this dominant. From his looks you would think he would be at least a little dominant, but not this much. But dear God you were loving every minute with this man. 

"Mine." His whole body was covering you, his chest touching your own, your legs over his hips and heels digging into his cute buttcheeks. Your hands tangled in his long, silky back hair. His hands were everywhere he could possibly put them, his lips never falling too far away from your neck.

"See! I told you," Distant voices coming closer and closer, just as your 3rd peak was. "that bastard took her!" Footsteps came running down into part of the cave Dwayne took me. 

"What did I tell you," Marko smacks Paul before walking slowly towards both Dwayne and I. Dwayne got tense and moved his arm under my back and pulled me to his chest, his thrusting became even harder. He grinded against me as he suddenly growled. 

Marko stood just by our heads, Dwayne staring him down, still growing. "Mine." His face vamped out, baring his fangs at Marko. Paul slowly makes his way over as Dwayne turns to look at him, hissing at him. 

[britany1997]

OH HOLD UP REQUESTS ARE BACK OPEN?!

Bestie, I am begging on my knees for that smutty vampire reader × poly lost boys fic/idea we discussed 🙇🏼🙇🏼 (If you're not feeling that rn, no sweat 💋)

Hot Vampires In Your Area

Yes absolutely I can do this!!! Vampires Everywhere is my most popular fic to date! I hope you like this!

Poly! Lost Boys x GN Vampire Reader

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, biting, handjobs, penetration (But no mention of reader’s genitalia) mentions of blood, brief daddy kink (again, Dwayne is daddy always) I think that’s it

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Blood stained the back of your hand as you wiped harshly at your mouth. Your clothes were practically falling off your body, the signs of your victims struggle apparent from the many rips and tears.

You breathed deeply, brushing hair out of your face and leaning back on the bar of the dock. You zoned out looking into the ocean as bubbles sprang to the surface, likely from the bodies that had sunken beneath.

You were broken from your trance however when you felt a pair of teeth nipping at your neck. You sighed and leaned into the touch of whoever was nibbling at you.

“What are you doing Paul,” you hummed, your eyes fluttering closed as he continued to nip at you.

He chuckled as he licked a stripe over his fang marks, pulling a gasp from your lips, “don’t be a hypocrite babe,” he purred, “you were all ready to take a chunk outta me earlier,” he reminded you, “I’m just returning the favor,” he whispered into your ear before nibbling at the lobe.

You hummed and smiled as he toyed with you, smearing blood from his lips onto your neck and ear. “You’re such a messy eater Paul,” you teased him, spinning out of his grip, “why don’t you clean yourself up first.”

He laughed, “worried about a little blood babe?” He asked, “c’mere and lick it off me sugar.”

You caved and walked into Paul’s awaiting arms, he caged you in his embrace as you placed your hands on either side of his face and licked his lips clean.

Once you were done, he shifted you till you were pressed up against the railing of the dock. He slid his tongue into your mouth and kissed you deeply. You snaked your hand into his hair, pulling at it lightly and prompting a moan to fall from his lips.

You smiled into the kiss as he kept you pinned where he wanted you.

“Paulie,” David sing-songed from the other end of the dock, “don’t forget to share,” he said smirking.

You pulled away from Paul to shift your gaze to the other boys as they began to walk towards you and the blond vampire currently attached to your neck.

David smirked as he stood by your side, stroking your hair as Paul sucked hickeys into your skin. Marko stood at your other side, his head cocked as he bit hit thumb. His eyes raked up and down your form as he watched Paul ravish you.

Dwayne came up behind David to stare at you as well. You squirmed a bit under his soulful and curious gaze.

The boys all watched you as Paul dug into your neck. Him you could handle, but with the all of them surrounding you, it was…intimidating.

“Can I help you?” You squeaked. You’d meant to sound sarcastic, but you came off nervous instead. David shot you his signature smirk as he continued to play with your hair. “We were actually thinking we could help you,” he whispered into your ear.

“Paul,” he barked, snapping. Paul groaned and rolled his eyes, but pulled away from your neck and passed you into Dwayne’s awaiting arms. Dwayne cradled your form against his chest and crossed his arms over you. He trailed kisses from your cheek down to your neck as he began to suck hickeys to match the ones Paul had given you on the other side.

You sucked in a breath as your brain went fuzzy with the feeling of Dwayne’s teeth on your skin. Where Paul had been passionate and eager, Dwayne was sensual and slow, almost as if he was savoring you.

David faced you, ignoring Dwayne as he spoke, “it must have been so lonely in your little coven of one,” he pouted at you as he stroked your cheek.

“For us,” he began, “feeding always satiates one appetite, but awakens another,” he raked his eyes up and down your body and you gasped as Dwayne hit an especially sensitive spot on you.

“We have each other of course,” David told you, “but it must have been so frustrating for you to spend all those nights on your own.” You blushed at his implications, furrowing your brow and looking down so you didn’t have to meet his eyes.

He tilted your chin upward until your gaze met his. “Why don’t you let us take care of you baby,” he whispered.

Your eyes widened, unsure of how to reply. “c’mon babeee,” Paul whined, “we could make you feel sooo good.”

David chuckled at Paul’s enthusiasm, “my boys are very well-trained,” he told you as Dwayne bit down on you for emphasis, causing another gasp to spring from your lips. “Why don’t you let us have you,” he proposed.

You turned your head to look at Dwayne, he pulled away from your neck to meet your gaze before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You felt your eyes close as you returned it.

You pulled away after a bit to look at the other boys. David smirked at you, his fingers still twirling the ends of your hair, as if he already knew your answer.

Marko’s eyes were fixed on you in a lust filled stare, his teeth grinding into his thumb so hard you thought he’d bite straight through the leather of his glove.

Paul was practically begging you with his eyes. You could feel the desire radiating off him. His hands were shaking lightly, as if they couldn’t wait to be on you once more. His lip stuck out in a pout as his brow furrowed. There was no hiding how badly he wanted you as he bounced on his feet in anticipation. He was so wired you thought he might explode with need.

Dwayne lowered his lips to your ear, “we can be gentle if you’d like,” he told you softly, licking the shell of your ear when he finished speaking.

You moaned softly, your eyes fluttering closed as he kept you wrapped in his arms. “No need,” you assured him. He smiled at you.

“Dwayne,” David prompted, jerking his head to gesture toward Marko. Dwayne nodded and passed you to Marko, who picked you up and sat you on the dock’s railing.

Marko shrugged off your jacket and tore your shirt off, revealing your bare chest.

“You guys wanna do this right here?” You asked nervously. Marko gave you a devilish grin, “why wait to go all the way back to the cave babe? We want you now.” He said, his eyes flashing yellow.

“If you’re worried someone will see, don’t be,” David told you. “It’s too dark down here anyway, and if someone were to get an eyeful…well let’s just say they wouldn’t get far,” he grinned, before placing a hand on Dwayne’s shoulder. “Dwayne’s a growing boy,” he said.

“But if you’re not comfortable…” Dwayne offered, searching your face for signs you wanted to stop.

“No I’m fine, that makes sense,” you said as Marko stood between your legs and began to caress the sides of your hips gently, “I want this,” you breathed as you whimpered at Marko’s touches.

Marko leaned down to place soft kisses on your chest, licking and sucking the skin as he went. You moaned as he carressed you. You snaked a hand into his hair and stroked and pulled it as the boys watched the two of you.

As Marko kissed all over you, you trailed your other hand down his abdomen, before reaching down and palming him through his jeans.

He groaned as he pulled away to unbuckle his pants and free himself from his boxers for you.

You wrapped your hand around the length of him and began to stroke softly when something caught your eye.

Paul was biting his lip so hard you thought he’d rip it open, his hands were wrapped around himself in a tight hug, his cock straining in his pants as he watched you.

You smirked and beckoned him over, “don’t worry Paul,” you assured him, “I’ve got two hands.”

He moaned loudly as he raced to the side of you. Marko rolled his eyes but laughed at the sight of Paul struggling to rid himself of his pants as quickly as possible.

The other boys snickered too as they watched his face contort in pleasure as you wrapped a hand around his length as well.

You stroked the two chaos vamps up and down as you rubbed your thumb in circles around their tips. Marko purred softly at your touch, while Paul let out low moans and words of encouragement. You’d lost count of how many times he’d said, “yeah baby,” and “right there.”

You smiled softly as they both came undone in your hands. When he came down from his high, Paul pulled Marko from his place between your legs before picking you up from the railing and placing you down. He caged you in once again with an arm on either side you.

He captured your lips in a searing kiss and let out a growl. He took your lip between his teeth and pulled, making you moan.

“Your ours babe,” he growled, “we’re never lettin’ you go, not after that.”

You smiled back at him, leaning forward to peck his lips, “I’m not goin’ anywhere pretty boy,” you told him.

He groaned before sealing his mouth over yours once more and plunging his tongue past your lips to explore you.

The kiss was cut short as David pulled Paul away by his collar, he grasped for you as he squirmed in David’s grip.

“Paul,” David spoke firmly, “you had a turn, now be a good boy and watch,” he ordered, flinging Paul towards Marko.

Paul fumed from the sidelines as Dwayne came up to you.

You blushed, Dwayne’s mysterious and imposing demeanor made you nervous.

“Hi,” you said meekly as you stared up at him. “Hi,” he said back to you, bending down to place a kiss to your forehead.

His treatment made butterflies bloom in your stomach.

“Turn around for me?” He asked.

“Ok,” you whimpered.

You turned to face the ocean as Dwayne wrapped his arms around your middle and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck. He reached around you pull off your pants and underwear, leaving you completely bare. You blushed as you were totally exposed before him.

You didn’t have long to dwell on your shyness, as you felt him prodding at you from behind. You gasped as you felt the size of him, he was definitely bigger than the other boys.

“Is this ok?” He asked you, concern and gentleness present in his voice.

You smiled at his care for you, “yes,” you told him, “yes it’s ok.”

He leaned down till his lips were against the shell of your ear, “You can call me daddy if you want,” he whispered, causing a flush to rise to your cheeks. “They all do,” he told you as he gestured towards the other boys.

“You can fuck me now daddy,” you breathed as you grinded against him.

He smirked as he pushed into you slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size, but you still sucked in a sharp breath at the intrusion.

As he rocked back and forth into you, soft moans fell from your mouth, he caressed the deepest parts of you with every stroke.

The other boys looked on with lust filled eyes, taking themselves into their hands as they watched Dwayne turn you into a pile of moans and whimpers.

After awhile Dwayne spilled into you, prompting your own climax as well.

You turned over and rested against the railing on shaking legs as he slipped off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders.

He picked you up in his arms and held you against his chest. Marko and Paul grabbed your clothes from where they were scattered on the dock.

You shot David a confused look as Dwayne carried you, “what about you?” You asked him.

He smirked, “you wanna take care of me baby?” That’s sweet,” he teased. “Trust me babe, I’ll get a taste of you too, but you’ll wanna be lying down for that,” he told you laughing.

Your eyes widened as you breath caught in your throat as you pictured what was yet to come. Daytime was hours away, and you knew that eternity with the boys would give you many more nights of passion, just like this one.

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

Taglist❤️ (comment to be added):

@solobagginses @misslavenderlady @pixielostboy @ghoulgeousimmaculate @anna1306 @6lostgirl6 @its-freaking-bats @heyriojude

[queenofthedamnedlostboys]

I have made my mind up...

Time to write the sluttiest most heartbreaking fic about this man 🥵

[consuming-karma]

THE LOST BOYS TWITTER LINKS.

buwan’s notes: I’ve lowkey been wanting to do this, I wasn’t sure if I should though because I didn’t know how to go about my gender-neutral or masc-readers, so I’m trying this out! might also make an audio post if this goes well <3

fair warning that masc-readers won’t have a ton of links since I don’t want to overdo or cross any boundaries.

content warnings: Twitter links, NSFW, choking, cursing, dirty talk, basically the whole NSFW package. (more intense links will be in red).

[seperate tlb x reader (includes Michael and Star).]

DAVID!

a good spanking leads to a behaved pet.

you don’t stop until he says so.

ass up, all for him.

david made it his mission to train your holes to take him whenever.

masc-readers:

he promises no mercy for you, he knows you can take it anyway.

DWAYNE!

a little meal before Dwayne needs to turn in for the morning.

dwayne can’t help it when he sees you performing your pretty housewife duties.

Dwayne lost his ropes, so he improvised.

masc-readers:

intimacy is a given for hopeless romantics like Dwayne.

PAUL!

paul says there’s nothing wrong with a little body worship.

what can paul say? he loves your breasts.

when Paul says he can fuck anywhere, he means anywhere.

masc-readers:

sorry, paul made a mess :(

MARKO!

marko loves seeing you bounce on his lap.

marko believes that eye contact is always essential.

that’s what you’re there for, his own personal cum dump.

masc-readers:

Marko’s an artist, he loves to paint.

why not use you as his own personal fleshlight?

MICHAEL!

spooning is michael’s favourite activity!

he thinks you look so pretty sucking his cock, he really does!

he’s so embarrassed to cum on your tits..but..you look so pretty all covered with him.

masc-readers:

guys night!

nothing wrong with a little laugh in the bedroom.

STAR!

star loves sitting in your lap.

ride her face, won’t you?

her favourite past time is when you’d fuck her dumb on your strap.

masc-readers:

uh oh, you found her toys :(

she feels so loved from the way you savour her.

[skxllz]

category ❚ blurb

warnings ❚ nsfw, descriptive v! smut. fem! reader, fem! pet name usage.

summary ❚ unnecessary.

date posted ❚ 6. 22. 23.

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“ so wet.. so fucking wet.. ”

paul panted as he continuously thrusted upwards into you. the sound of his heavy balls slapping against the underside of your ass echoed loudly, as well as your practical cries that filled the cave.

“ ‘m gonna’ cum again, paulie! ” you riddled out in a messy mix between a pant and a sob. voice shaky, lips quivering, spit dribbling down the side of your mouth.

you were soaked to the fucking t, your slick coating his dick entirely, leaving it so shiny and wet. you're so dripping that even the cream that left you couldn't keep a firm hold and ended up washing away entirely.

“ that's it, angel, ” paul panted, gripping your hips harder. you were facing away from him, on his lap, so he had a nice view of your ass as it drummed upwards. skin jiggling so god-likely. “ cum fer’me, baby. be my good girl, ” his claws dug down into your hip bones, creating small crescents as blood droplets surfaced. “ - shit! be my good girl and cum for me, honey. ” he was so fucking pussy drunk.

whimpering, hands placing over his own, you felt as the veins over the top of his wrists began to bulge out from how hard he was slamming into you. his fat cock head was basically brushing your curvix and drilling into your fucking womb.

“ shit, shit, shit! ” you chanted, tears leaving your eyes each time he rhythmically entered you again. “ I'm cumming! fuck, I'm cumming! ” you sobbed out loudly, feeling as your walls tightened around him.

just as that happened, paul let out a ferocious grunt and stilled; dick trusted into you deeply, hips positioned in an upwards angle with his ass lifted off the bed. his balls tightly pressed in between the space that cradled your opening and behind, letting you feel the pulsating bursts that jolted through him as he emptied his load into your cunt.

the whole time, you gripped his hands, all while letting out hiccuping gasps of bliss.

[astr0exe]

Coming out as transmasc to the lost boys ??

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY BRAIN FAR TOO LONG

TW : some sexual content at the very end

Lets be real, Marko and Paul deffo uses he/they so the boys would be supportive if you came out no matter if you were more fem presenting or masc or andro

If you are fem presenting they totally help you find masc clothes, probably stuff that aligns with their punk vibe, Paul would cut your hair if it was long so it can look how you have always wanted cause hes just so sweet (lil baba)

If you are masc presenting they would probably just chill with the knowledge, unsure of how to fully react and still respecting you and your pronouns.

If you were in a sexual relationship with any of the guys (or all of them!!) i feel they would try to reinforce how masculine you are ‘pretty boy’ ‘baby boy’ ‘handsome’ etc

im absolutely gagged for these boys

[spidercookie18]

your heart was pounding. it felt like it was seconds from beating out of your chest. your legs instinctively moved forward. not willing to turn around. not willing to stop moving.

your breath was so loud in your ears. it only served to make the fear in your belly grow bigger. the fear of how loud you were being. you were sure he could hear you. the adrenaline made you nauseous. or maybe it was how hard you were running. what would happen when he caught you? you didn't want to know.

it was rare to say that the boys scared you. they were trusted souls that you spent much of your time around...but they were still wild animals at heart. beasts with an appetite that could not be satiated by mortal standards. they could eat, and devour, and gorge til their hearts content. they didn't always eat for sustenance, but they always ate their fill of flesh.

as you ran through the woods, the trees snagged your clothes. the rocks and thorns cut through your skin. the thin branches whipped across your cheeks as you pushed through a thicket. trying desperately to flee from what was hunting you down. you could feel the warm blood and tears trickle down your face. they chilled your skin as they cooled. it was a sickening feeling that drove you forward. there was little you could do to guide yourself through the night. the moonlight barely shone though the canopy of the forest. blinding you. trapping you. you were a mouse running in his labyrinth. he was toying with you. and you knew it.

if this brunet beast wanted to catch you, he could have easily done so by now. he was enjoying this. you couldn't have imagined your fling with Paul the other night would drive Dwayne to this. he was livid that him and the others had to stand off to the side while you had your way with Paul. you were having innocent fun. well, not so innocent. but you didn't think his jealousy would make him go absolutely mad.

he lured you to the woods in the night. with promises of passionate moonlit love making. soft, sweet, gentle love and the warm embrace that Dwayne was best at. you had pictured his big strong arms wrapped around you. keeping you safe, sweet nothings of hiding you away from his brothers and making you his.

but this was nothing like you'd imagined.

you waited for him, in the cold and the dark of night. you waited almost to the point where you thought of leaving. the sense of unease in your belly.

something was watching you

you had no idea it was the gentle giant you knew and loved. mad with envy. he finally appeared when you called him. his phone ringing in the tree nearby. he landed in front of you. the quiet sound of his shoes touching the ground was a reminder, in the back of your mind, that he was a hunter. you only knew he was there, because he wanted you to know. when he stood, and walked to you, it made the hair on your body stand on end. something was wrong. very wrong. you tried to call out to him, but your voice left you the second you noticed his gleaming eyes. they looked like they were glowing as he moved towards you in the night. you felt your body shiver. was it from the cold? or from fear? he chuckled. it was darker than you'd come to know. Dwayne was going to prove a point to you.

something to be feared, and not toyed with. he was a predator, a monster, a vampire. and he was going to have you, whenever he wanted you.

"It seems you've forgotten your place, rabbit." his voice boomed in his chest. you felt your heartbeat pick up. you moved a foot behind you. your body instinctively getting ready to flee from danger. "run, rabbit," that sickening laughter left the cavern of his sternum again. from the dim moonlight you could see Dwaynes fangs peak through his smile. "run."

that was all you needed. maybe it was his thrall, or how he acted. but you were afraid.

afraid didn't even begin to cover it. you felt a pure, primal fear etch its way through your veins. it settled into your bones and tore through your muscles. it screamed and shouted like a siren going off in your brain. and it told you, like Dwayne had, to run.

your next step took you by surprise. the ground was further down than you anticipated, and you tumbled to your knees. you hit the cold, wet dirt hard. your palms were scraped, and gravel and dirt stuck to your hands. you sucked in air through your teeth. your body ached. a thousand thoughts raced through your mind and you knew this was an opening Dwayne would not hesitate to take advantage of. you heard his deep laugh in your ears; like he was right behind you. and you flinched. there was no one there.

he was in your head.

you shut your eyes. trying to focus on what was happening. this was not a break you could afford to have. with a cry, you willed yourself to get up. your legs buckled as you tried to stand, and as you found your bearings, you were knocked back to the ground.

Dwayne blindsided you. he tackled you from your side, full speed, and you bent as he hurled you both across the air. when you finally hit the ground, you felt the wind be knocked from you. his weight was unbelievable. the dense muscle structure of him and his vampire brothers made them incredibly heavy. you kicked and screamed, but you knew it wouldn't help. you tried to push him off. you clawed at him and at the ground. anything you could think of.

his nails gripped into your sides, and Dwayne turned you onto your stomach. you tensed. waiting. preparing. for the pain of him. to tear your flesh like paper. like you'd seen them do to others. you could feel the vampire's breath on the back of your neck. the anticipation of Dwaynes fangs brought tears to your eyes. you tried to tense your shoulders to hide your neck from him, but he easily gripped the back of your head and moved it to make a space for his mouth. you could hear the wet of his mouth as he prepared to devour you. you felt a sob come from you. involuntary, and the last thing you did before Dwayne came down on your skin.

"Got you."

his voice was calm again. smooth, and warm like amber, with a hint of sadistic humor in it. instead of the sensation of his sharp fangs, it was a gentle kiss to your ear. the sound and feel of his lips against the shell of your ear was a shock to you. "w-what?" your voice came out meek and confused. "I got you, haha." Dwayne was amused. he shifted to the side and got off of you. he gently helped you up to sit on the ground in front of him. you were still in shock. your mind went blank. the adrenaline of fleeing for your life, and the unknown threat of Dwayne's foreign behavior, juxtaposed to his kind smile now was a shock. the way he looked over you. he was plucking the leaves and twigs from your hair. gently straightening out your clothes.

"you were really scared weren't you?" Dwayne laughed. "I can hear your heart beating sooo loud." he retracted his hands from your hair, and sat on his haunches in front of you. his large brown eyes bore into you. they looked over your form, and they finally settled on the cuts along your palms, and your cheeks. "oh, babydoll, let me fix that." he took your hands in his and turned your palms up towards him. he rubbed his thumbs over the dirt to wipe it off, and with the flat of his tongue he licked the blood off your skin. the sting of the abrasions in the meat of your hand slowly dissipated. his tongue was cool, and wet, it helped soothe the last of the pain.

"you-," your mind was ablaze with an array of emotions. Dwayne ignored you. he sat forward and his wide, slimy tongue licked across your cheeks to your ears. Covering the length of the thin cuts in your face in his saliva. getting the last of the blood off of you. "you fucking asshole!" You shoved your hands into Dwayne's chest. "you scared the crap out of me!" you punched his shoulder. angry that he did this just to mess with you.

you were pissed. and Dwayne was laughing again. "oh come on, I wasn't going to do anything," he snickered.

you huffed, "you hurt me!"

"no i didn't," he scoffed.

"I'm bleeding!"

"well, not anymore"

"you tackled me!"

"oh yeah, i forgot about that,"

he reached a hand out to you, apologetic in his nature; but you, still angry, pushed him away. "fuck this, I'm going home,"you wanted nothing to do with him anymore. he lied to you, and made you run though the woods. your nice outfit was cut up and filthy now. there was no point in sticking around for whatever he actually had planned.

Dwayne watched you stand and turn to leave, "if you do that, I'll just bring you right back here."

you flipped him off, still walking away from him. having no actual idea where you were in the forest you picked a direction and started off.

"Y/N, I'm warning you," Dwayne called after you.

"fuck you!" you tried to feel for your phone in your pocket. praying you didn't drop it somewhere under a log or something. luckily, you found it. you decided that you were just going to call one of the other boys to come and get you. that would really piss Dwayne off, but you wanted to get even with him. deliberately trying to get under his skin. as you were about to start dialing for one of the other vampires, you felt the ground leave from under you. Dwayne came up behind you. he simply picked you up around the waist, and walked you right back over to where he had tackled you. you flailed against his hold, and he placed you back on the ground. your feet felt the safety of the dirt below, and pushed him off. you grunted, and turned around to leave. He stepped in front of you. "Dwayne, knock it off," you turned again and started to leave. Dwayne scooped you up in his arms and walked you back. "Dwayne! I'm serious!" you shouted at him. He still had you cradled in his arms.

"I'm serious too. I'll just keep bringing you right back here." he gently squeezed you in his arms.

You pushed your hands to his chest, "put me down you jerk!"

"okay, fine" he opened his arms, and you fell five feet to the ground.

you hit the ground with an 'oomph'. your ass and back were hurting now. you hated imagining the way the mud looked on the back of your pants. you shifted to the side to rub the back of your hip where you fell. Dwayne was looking down at you. half sorry, and half irritated with you.

thats it. you were done fighting him. you grabbed your phone, and with your muddy fingertips you swiped at the screen.

"what are you doing?"

"I'm calling Paul to come get me," you crinkled your nose at the brunet.

Dwayne laughed. "What's Paul gonna do? He's not gonna take you away from me. He doesn't even answer his phone!"

"He does when I call him,"you stuck your tongue out at him. the phone was ringing. after a moment, Paul picked up. you both could clearly hear his jovial voice through the speaker. "Paul, I need you to come get me, Dwayne's being an- aah!," Dwayne scooped you up without letting you finish your sentence. the fast motion of him grabbing you almost made you drop your phone. you were fighting to get out of his hold, but after you realized how high up you were, you clung to him. "D-Dwayne put me down!" You tried to sound fierce, the faux threat of what could happen if he denied your request. "Poor choice of words, Y/N," you could feel Dwaynes hold on you slip. "WAIT!" you clung to the collar of his jacket. anywhere you could get your hands.

you both could hear Paul's worried voice through the phone.

'y/n? what happened?'

"You are being a fucking brat!" Dwayne snarled in your face. "You're being a bigger brat!" you wiggled and grunted against him. "

Will you stop?!" Dwayne held you easily by one arm around your waist, and with the other he gripped your chin; forcing you to look at him. "I'm sick of your attitude!" Dwayne's face was in a hard scowl. He looked down at you through his glistening eyes, but you tried your damndest to keep from looking at him. he dug his nails into your jaw, pulling your face closer to his. "Look at me!" he growled. there were tears of frustration threatening to break over your waterline. you stared defiantly up at him. the redness in the tip of your nose beginning to grow as you tried to hold back your tears. your breast heaving against his chest. the furrow in your brows. even with all the anger in your round, little face, Dwayne couldn't help but think you looked adorable. you, this small, angry creature, covered in mud and still vaguely smelling of blood and perfume. you hated him in this moment. with all the passion your body could hold, you hated him. but that passion turned into something else as Dwayne pushed his lips against yours. the hate and anger in you morphed into heat. heat in your face. in your chest. all though your body you felt hot. you kissed him back, still desperately clinging to him. his lips were so full and soft against yours, though he kissed you with feverish want. you couldn't help but moan into his mouth. a soft whimper left you as he moved to kiss down your throat. he snatched the phone from you and turned you around. you were disheartened to feel the absence of his kiss on your body. Dwayne still had his arm around your waist, and flew you both over to a nearby branch. your body was thrust into the branch. it hurt like hell. you could feel the wind be knocked from you. your legs dangled freely in the air. it was evident from the deep pain that there would be a harsh bruise across your abdomen when this was all over. Dwane slid the phone across the branch til it was just out of your reach. you tried to pull yourself up and across the branch, but a large hand was pressed against your back to hold you in place. Dwayne hooked a finger into the hem of your jeans, and ripped the seat of your pants open. the grating sound of the denim ripping was enough to make Paul start screaming worryingly into the phone again.

'y/n! are you okay? what's happening??'

"Paul ju-," you tried to reach for the phone to hang it up, but the vampire nearest you had no intention of letting you get it. Dwaynes fingertips dug into the plush of your hips. his claws leaving harsh red lines as he pulled your ass up towards him. your phone just out of reach on the branch. you didn't dare try for it again for fear of losing your grip on the tree. you could feel Dwayne's breath on you again. this time, it was lower, much lower. he gave a teasing lick across your bare slit and you yelped. poor Paul on the other end could only listen to your cries. he had no clue where you both were, and even if he did, Dwayne would just drag you away to a another hiding place. you could feel your brunet captor give another teasing lick across your cunt. this time, it dug lightly between your folds. he pressed his wriggling muscle further and further into your warm slit. his tongue was sitting fat in your cunt. it wiggled in and out of you. dragging across the ridges of your pretty pink pussy. you bit your lip, trying to keep your moaning to yourself. you didn't want poor Paul to have to listen to that. Dwayne knew you were trying to be quiet, but he wanted to punish you and Paul. he wanted his little 'brother' to be jealous. both that he was enjoying the taste of you, and that he wasn't part of the mix. Dwayne started twisting his tongue inside of you. He latched his lips around your sopping cunt and sucked on your needy little bud while his tongue worked you over. "Oh fuck! Dwayne!" your voice sounded so whiney. it was such a horny sound you were making, and you tried to burry your face in your forearms.

Dwayne was satisfied with your reaction, and slowly pulled his tongue out of you. He watched as your feet kicked desperately at the branch below, trying to find something to stand on to no avail. He rubbed himself through his jeans, and teasingly rubbed his thumb and forefinger across your slit. he undid his fly and button, he lazily massaged your aching nub. he heard your breath catch in your throat, and your desperate little dance of trying to find something to stand on only grew as you looked to find a way to get more pressure to your nub.

Dwayne licked his lips. the smell of your want in the air was enough to drag low growls from him. he wanted to take you then and there when he first caught you, but he was worried he overdid it. he wanted to get your hear racing, but he still wanted you to enjoy yourself.

your vampire lover was languidly stroking his cock. he lined himself up with your entrance and dragged his tip up and down your slit to collect some of your love. he bit his lip in anticipation. Dwayne looked over to the phone screen, that was still lit with the call screen and Paul's contact name. "Hey Paul," Dwayne called out. His deep voice echoing through the treetops. "I want you to listen. real closely," the brunet poorly stifled a chuckle. you gasped loudly as he pushed slowly into you. your breath hitching in your throat. the sharp cry of a wounded animal; being pierced by this beast. Dwayne watched as your should blades shifted under your clothes, watching you paw at the tree. not actually trying to get away as you wanted him more to devour you. he savored how you opened for him as he pushed further in. and you could feel your eyes cross as he continued to stretch you.

it was always a feat to take Dwayne.

it was a tight squeeze. you could feel your walls gripping the life out of Dwaynes member. even with the extra lubrication from Dwaynes slimy tongue, it was hard for him to move. your nails dug into the bark of the tree. you could feel the tears beginning to pick the sides of your eyes. Paul was on the other end, still listening to you gasp for air. the high pitched, broken whines in between your panting. Dwayne finally settled against your cervix. if you weren't pressed flush against the tree you were sure you'd be able to see the bulge of him through your skin. he gave a gentle push further in, wishing so horribly that you could take his last inch. you winced. it was almost painful, and he hadn't even started moving. Dwayne pulled back,

s l o w l y

dragging his heavy tip through the ridges of your tight cunt. it was agonizingly slow. you half wanted to turn around and beg him to hurry up and fuck you. his tip sat just on the inside of your entrance. almost all the way out of you. he tugged his hips backwards and with a loud POP, your cunt released him. "oohhh, fuck," he growled. he gripped himself around the base, and wiped his tip across your clit. he gathered more of your love that was beginning to drip down you, and eagerly shoved it back inside. "ooooh, Dwayne,"a breathy moan left your throat. he pressed through your walls again, and pressed himself against your ass. he was as flush against you as he could be, and he gripped the rest of your jeans and ripped them further apart. he half pulled himself back. his fingers laced themselves through the loops on your pants and slammed himself back in you. he pushed you forward against the branch. he started an eager speed. it wasn't overly fast, but it was firm. he fucked into you with a steady pace. all you could do was hold on for dear life as he fucked into you. the wet sounds coming from you two. the sloppy sucking sounds of your cunt as it enveloped Dwayne. "oohhh fuck that's good" he grunted. you were embarrassed that Paul had to hear that. why hadn't he hung up by now? you couldn't reach the phone to hang up, you just waited for Dwayne to finish having his way with you. "m'sorry Dwayne, I'm Sorry!" you tried to focus your vision on the dim light of your phone screen. anything to keep your mind off how good your lower-half felt. "I know you're sorry, babydoll" Dwayne laughed. his thrusts were painful. every push felt like he was trying to break through your cervix. and every pull felt like he was dragging your organs out. "you're sooo sorry, you just needed to be fucked, nice and good didn't cha?" he accentuated his thrusts on his words. he was grunting. trying to remember how mad he was with you and Paul. he'd almost forgotten about Paul.

he wasn't just fucking the brat out of you, he was putting on a performance.

Dwayne adjusted his hold on you. he wrapped an arm around your belly, still keeping you up while your legs were dangling freely in the air. and with his other, he spat on his fingers and reached around for your clit. you let out a wail when his wet fingertips started rubbing quick circles around your nub. "Dwayne!" you were mortified to be moaning his name so loudly.

"you hear that Paul?" Dwayne spat. "she's begging, for me!" he felt you clench tighter and tighter around him. it felt like you were sucking him in. when he pulled back, you only sucked him in further. "come for me babygirl," his skilled fingers easily brought you over the edge. and you felt the release come in waves. Dwayne felt your warm wet cunt pulse around his length, and you screamed. you screamed like it was the last sound you'd ever make. like it was your saving grace. your legs shook, and you continued to milk Dwayne's cock for everything it was worth. "mmhp, fuck," Dwayne grunted. he continued to piston his hips against you, riding you through your high. it was euphoric. you felt like you were on cloud 9 as your vampire lover continued to use you as a fuck toy. you fell limp against the tree. if Dwayne wasn't still holding you up, you'd have surely fallen. the brunet thrusted one more harsh move against you, and forced his extra inch down into your cunt. you cried out, and he spurted his cum deep inside you.

Dwayne was bent over you. his long hair coming across your face. his forehead was pressed against your back as he finished painting your insides white. he kissed your back gently, and listened to the soft breathing from your lungs. he pushed himself up and gently started to pull out of you. when he saw his come immediately start to drip out, he pressed himself fully back into you. he didn't want it dripping out of you on the way home. and he'd completely ripped your panties off along with your destroyed jeans. he chuckled when he realized he was going to have to take you home, fully sheathed in you. he leaned across you and picked up your phone and spoke into it, "we'll be home soon. see you then." he hung up on Paul and put your phone in his jacket pocket. "now... how the hell am i going to do this?"

[anxiousfanchild]

The Sharing Series: Paul/Marko

Word Count: 274

Warnings: 18+, NSFW mentions, Dirty talk, no actual sex scenes. I block on sight. Teasing. Wholesome at the end. Headcanons.

A/N: I may make this a new series >:))

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♡ these two boys are almost TOO comfortable with sharing you.

♡ The moment the topic is even breathed, these two are on your like butter on toast.

♡ They don't even have to talk, they were just so in time with each other, it was making you dizzy.

♡ hands, fingers, tongues, fangs. It was almost too much for little ol you

♡ “Marko, look how sweet our pup is for us.” “I see Paul. They already look fucked out and we've barely even touched them.”

♡ public sex? Yes please. The boardwalk, the Farris Wheel, under the boardwalk, the beach. Anywhere they can get their horny little mitts on you, they're doing it.

♡ They also have absolutely no shame when it comes to sex around the other boys. Let them look, only Paul and Marko can touch their prize.

♡ I hope you like being dependent, because these two wont let you lift a finger.

♡ anything from dressing, to baths, even eating on a rare occasion, they handle it. You are their pretty little doll, and dolls don't do anything.

♡ Aftercare is PHENOMENAL with them. Baths, food, candy, back rubs. They pull every single stop, though its sadly not enough to rid yourself of the limp you'll be sporting in the evening.

♡ if they are dating you, they dont hang from the rafters. Instead they sleep in your next during the day, legs tangled around each other, blankets a mess.

♡ Paul sleep with curlers in his hair and Marko hogs the blanket.

♡ 9/10 for a poly relationship! Super dorky surfer boyfriends!

[littlesunshine1223]

The lost boys as candy

Paul: Gummy worms

Dwayne: Reese’s Pieces

Marko: Chocolate covered caramel

David: M&M’s

[saltylandland]

🦇Every Good Girl Needs a Creepy Vamp🦇

Warnings: overstimulation, sex while high, noncon/dubcon, corruption kink (kinda), going off my nsfw headcanons that Paul likes to be degraded for being a creep, reader is in high school but she’s still 18, fem!reader, reader’s not a virgin, uses the term “mama” but reader isn’t pregnant/nor will she become pregnant, I guess this my as well count as yandere, stalking, an obscene amount of cum, I’m talking about A LOT, Paul can make phantom sensations as one of his vampy powers bc why not. Do you ever write something that makes you go ‘oml what the hell did I just write?’, no editing man, I like my men bloody, slutty, and pathetic.

Walking down the sidewalk you turn onto the residential neighbourhood where your family’s home resides. Out of the corner of your eye you spot the same guy. You’ve met him quite a few times on the boardwalk, smoked a joint with him almost every time as well, despite how unnerving you found him at times. But you really couldn’t blame yourself really, having been viewed as a good girl most of your life. Approaching the kids who would be able to get you it was a no go, not only attracting attention by interacting with them in general, you’d have nowhere safe to smoke it without getting caught.

So when you went looking for a possible summer job alone on the boardwalk, your chance came up to you on a golden platter. This new ‘friend’ seems to preen at your attention, not at all frustrated or wary of your shy prude-ness. And not at all aware or at least acknowledging how you only seem to come to him to smoke the devils lettuce.

But who were you to blame really? Upon first meeting you, he’d offer the joint unprompted and in return you’d hang with him until the boardwalk closes. That was your trade as far as you were aware.

As if sensing your eyes on him, he locks eyes with you and takes it as the signal to approach. You lock up a bit, remembering how… close you two have progressed on the boardwalk.

To be truthful you had been avoiding him for just a little bit now, which was easy considering you’d have no reason to go on the boardwalk besides your once in a blue moon shift at a carnival stand. But Paul seemed to have noticed your avoidance, finding him places you’d never expected too, each time a little closer to home.

But it was too late to run now without making it obvious, as Paul meets you with his characteristic non boundaries, practically draping himself across you as greeting.

Before you could think of a backup plan, you had reached your door, luckily you had accidentally left the lights on before you left. Making it seem like your parents were home despite them being a couple states away for work.

You try to think of a way to politely excuse yourself when Paul asks to borrow a lighter, offering to share a joint or two. As tempting as that was, you didn’t want to let him inside, nor did you want the possible smell lingering inside your home and get in trouble, you tell him the latter reason as you inch towards the door.

Paul offers the backyard as an alternative with a glowing smile, mentioning that your parents will know you're there, but you’ll sit away enough that you won’t get caught, and that’s when you give in. Walking into the house to fetch a lighter and ’telling’ your parents about hanging out in the backyard for awhile.

Paul gets settled quickly on the grassy path, pouting slightly when you sit beside him as opposed to on his lap as he eagerly beckons you too. Lighting up quickly he passes the joint to you and you’re quite proud of yourself and how you didn’t cough as you exhaled, welcoming that familiar warmth in your chest and fuzzy feeling crawling in from the back of your head.

Soon enough, Paul was back to his old tricks, hogging the joint and letting you crawl over him to try and get it back. Demanding some sort of reward for each hit you take, mostly little kisses. He’d prefer them on his lips, but he’s patient enough to let you build up to it, going on his forehead, cheek, and chin. Until he captures your chin and plants a kiss on your lips. Next holding you close and dizzying you with the quick succession of kisses.

Ah, this is what he does. His lack of boundaries upping to an eleven and his boldness holds no bounds as he gets high. Using your need for his weed to squeeze as much affection out of you as much as he could. Everytime it was you who stopped before things went too far, but gradually your resolve weakens as you start to crave more. The only thing holding you back was your perceived prudence. You were already pushing past the line with smoking weed, much less with a stranger, but having sex, all of those at once? It was too overwhelming.

Still that ache that often comes with the high, starts pooling in your tummy, letting Paul pull you into his lap despite your better judgement.

Yes, this is exactly what he does. It almost completely mirrors that night on the boardwalk before you started to avoid him.

Goading you on to his lap, holding your lips hostage as he winds you up. So worked up you don’t notice your hips moving, rubbing against his own. Fingers start to trace your body, seemingly seeping through your clothes to touch your skin, despite Paul's actual hands against your waist.

You jumped a bit, looking around to find no one else, the hands remained on your body, trailing against your sensitive breasts and thighs, constantly moving and overlapping with each other.

You had cum on his lap that night, and he tore off your panties just before you had managed to pull away, not seeming to mind the lack of underwear as Paul gave no chase.

In the morning you had woken and after realising you were sans panties, decided to keep your distance from both the boardwalk and him.

The reminder of your stolen panties comes to the forefront of your mind as you flush. And with the weed clouding your normal reserve you ask what happened to them, the grin Paul gives you almost regret your words. “Oh I think you already know huh?” You do know, you know exactly what a boy like him would do with stolen panties but you push anyway. Playing chicken with answers you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle. “Should I? I don’t have a dirty mind like you, you creep.”

You go to move off of him, but he pulls you back with a renewed vigour. “A creep really? Then you’re my good girl right?” Curling his hips upwards, you feel his chubbed up cock against your clothes. Once again you’re wearing a skirt without shorts underneath. You can feel the heat against your core.

“You’re the one I obsess over huh? The one that I climb into trees to get a glimpse of your bare skin? The one that I just can’t help but steal her panties, sniffing her panties so I can come over and over. Still craving her wet pussy all the while?” Smelling your hair makes him groan, his hips stuttering as he bounces you against him as he grinds up to you. “You’re my good girl huh? The one who’ll tease me to get what she needs? The one who’ll rub one out on her bed with her curtains open on the third floor, After getting the fix she needs and running away just as fast?”

Your eyes widen with fear as he reveals more and more intimate details. The more he talks the more it sounds like a confession, and with all the details he provided, you don’t doubt him. Shakily mentioning that you should go back inside, your parents might worry about how late it is. Paul only smiles with that same lazy smile and says oh so casually “I’m sure that won’t be a problem huh? We’ll be quiet enough as to not wake up the next state over.”

Before you start to thrash in his hold, Paul preemptively rolls you over, trapping you in his embrace, grabbing your panties and ripping them off again, this time unashamedly groaning against them as he huffs.

Dragging his hips back and forwards, Paul cums with a moan, his hips digging deeper into your own as he climbs back down, whining into your neck as he overstimulates himself, his pants dampening from his cum as he continues to rock his hips.

Climbing over, straddling your stomach, he pulls out his still hard cock, preening at your attention. He fondles himself as he speaks, cumming over your chest quickly. “I can’t even be satisfied with my hand anymore, can’t even cum with nobody else, I just need you pretty mama.”

With a shuddering moan, he pulls your shoulders down with unnatural ease. He now straddles your chest, as he continues to pump his dick with gross sounding ‘Schlick Schlick Schlick’s. With your panties still pressed up against his nose between words he whines loudly. “Don’t you feel bad for me? That shit you’ve put me through? If you wanted me so bad that you placed a spell on me, all you had to do was -fuck-ing ask”

His tip was an angry red as his hips jerk forward, his voice cracking between pleads and demands. “Uhhhhg fuck just kiss it won’t you? Open your mouth for me baby, you can do it for me, sugar, I know you can.”

Whether intentionally or not (most likely the latter) Paul’s hands snake up from the back of your nape and that makes you gasp lightly. Coincidentally, that is exactly when Paul rocks his hips forward, nearly gagging you on his girth as he slips forward with a guttural cry. “Fuck-fuck me sugar, like that, yea just… like that.”

Bowing over you, Paul keeps you in that position as he humps your mouth with very small movements, trying to stop his orgasm just yet. Only to cum in the back of your throat as he thrust in fully. His cries getting pitchier as he seems to overstimulate himself more, dragging himself on your tongue as you struggle not to choke on his cum.

Completely overwhelmed by the situation at hand, but your body seems to decide for you, that familiar ache of need that follows you whenever you get high has hit full force. Not being able to do anything about it has you squirming.

Pulling you away by your hair, he taunts you with misplaced smugness. “Fuck that’s so hot, you’re a natural you know that? Look how hard you make me” grabbing at your shirt he shreds it down the middle, grabbing at your tits like a tween boy. “There’s those beautiful tits.”

Familiarly, what feels like multiple hands start to grab at your body tenderly, looking around only shows nothing but the feeling is still there. Pawing at your neglected pussy, a hand gently spreads open your lips to the cold air, another teases at your clit and another starts to prep you open. The hands seem to work in tandem, so close together that they should be overlapping but that does nothing to deter their work.

Squishing your tits around his dick, he slides his dick between them as he watches your facial expressions knowingly. He quickly cums again, bending over to lick your face where his cum had covered as he continued to hump.

Pulling back by your hair he directs you back to his still throbbing erection. “Last time was cute, but suck like you really mean it this time yea? Don’t make me do all the work.” Giving you little time to even process that demand he goes to fuck your mouth again, a bit harder and with a lot less grace. Moaning around his dick, the hand prepping you slides in with two fingers. This time he seems to last longer, with a voice slowly becoming less human sounding he moans unabashedly “you’re doing so well for me, mama, fuck.” Pulling out suddenly, he cums on your chest, just as you were about to cum on the fingers, his seed catching on your open mouth as you pant.

The hands didn’t stop, nor did Paul as he tapped his still hard dick against your tongue. Very slowly moving down your body, he watches your body clench around nothing as if he knew what was going down.

“Stop looking you fucking creEP AH” another finger slips in as more hands cup your tits, toying with the sensitive nips as Paul kisses down your body with a gutteral hum. “Perfect mama, keep calling me that, sayin’ it like that. I’ll show you just how much I crave it.”

His dick slides against your clit, as the hand continues harshly. Rubbing gently at first but then a bit harder, a bit faster, watching you keen.

Pulling your legs over his shoulders as he keeps your thighs closed, Paul once again chases another climax with your thighs as you cum again against this invisible force.

Put still, nothing stops, not until Paul comes on your chest, licking up his cum and chasing down your mouth as he tongue fucks your own.

Kissing slowly down as he crawls in between your thighs, he gives a slow lick to your gushing cunt as you squeal. The warm, wet, and slimy tongue savouring your cum as if it was the best thing to eat. He lets the hands do most of the work, choosing to either watch from above you he makes an even bigger mess of himself, wiping your wet pussy with your panties to sniff. Or he licks you slowly, nursing on your clit with a patience you didn’t think he possessed.

But he was determined to make you cum more than he did, which was a feat in itself. Slowly, the invisible hands around your sensitive pussy faded away, leaving you gasping for breath and tired as hell. But Paul makes himself still very much apparent as he uses his palm to smack on your cunt a few times. Embarrassingly, soaking it as he did so.

Gathering your weak limbs, Paul slipped in easily, convincing himself that you were obviously made for him, not acknowledging how he made you this way. Instead preferring his delusions that you were perfect, just for him, as soon as he saw you on the boardwalk.

Wasting no time at all, Paul starts a punishing pace, meanly pinching at your teased nipples and smacking against your clit as you gush around him.

With weak arms you push at his chest, but he easily bats those away as he curls over you, giving you sweet little kisses as he rearranges your guts. Contrasted with the downright disgusting noises he makes as he moans unabashedly, his hips making loud clapping and squelching noises.

You cum around his cock but just as you were expecting he would, he pushes past your orgasm to chase the next one, making you outwardly cry from the overstimulation, barely making any noise as you pant from exhaustion. Paul only kisses up your tears, further silencing your moans as he tongue fucks your mouth.

After quickening up his pace you knew he’d be cumming soon, squirming under him, you really didn’t want to pay for plan b, but he isn’t moved so easily, pulling you back by your hips as he gasps, his forehead resting on your sternum. Just as you had predicted, his cum gushed into your spent cunt and you prayed that he would tucker himself out finally, but apparently god was determined to get your back broken, and so was Paul.

Hiking up your thighs over his own, your pelvis now elevated as your head still rests on the dirty ground, Paul starts to fuck you slower, but harder then before. Pushing up your shirt and bunching up your skirt at your waist, Paul all but salvates over them, laughing as he watches you try to cover them up embarrassed. Holding on to your forearms he uses them as leverage to fuck you deeper, making you cry out lewdly.

Time passes as Paul stays attached to you like a leech, and you start to wonder if he’ll ever let up. Swapping to different positions, trying to find the one he likes the best, but he just can’t seem to make up his mind as he fucks you over and over. Your only peace comes and you barely miss it but as a voice calls out, Paul slows down just enough. Dazed as all hell, you watch as Paul turns his head to regard the newcomers casually, not bothering to cover either of you up nor stop his menstrations.

You can barely understand the conversation but it seems to upset Paul, as he tightens his grip and growls, he fucking growls. And even more embarrassingly, the growl sends vibrations against you, making you mewl loudly. And that was met with whistles and chuckles, as Paul turns back to you to look at you adoringly.

The one who was mainly talking clears his throat, saying one last comment and despite the fact you expected Paul to pull away, instead he turns around and goes back to fucking you, turning your body sideways to where the three boys now stood. With one leg on his shoulder, he throws comments to the boys that you can’t process. It took two shuddering almost painful orgasms of yours until Paul came again. With no signs of stopping the two boys who kept quiet had to wrestle Paul off of you.

He growled, hissed, and made spitting noises like a cornered cat. But he eventually regained himself enough where they let him go. Allowing him to say goodbye, he crawls up to you again, using your panties to wipe both of your frothed up cum that spread onto your legs and abdomen, pocketing them and carrying you into your room through your open window.

Kissing you slowly he searches your room, for a keepsake or two as he looks for a pen. Grabbing your arm gently, he writes on your arm instructions before he kisses you again, tucks you into bed, locks up the window he just broke into, and lets himself out through the front door. Picklocking it closed behind him.

‘When you can move again, meet me at the boardwalk or I’ll come to you ❤️’ -Paul

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Welcome to the Blood Drop ~ Part.1

Summary : A new brothel opens in Santa Carla and the four boys soon find not only a quick snack in front of it to have fun with. They also find that this snack is the leader of another coven of vampires. Can a human really lead a group of vampires or is there more to the brothel than meets the eye. Well, let's just say, after a little conversation, the boys are not the only ones who want a snack that night.

warning : implied smut (that comes in the next chapters), mention of death and killing, flirting, a kiss on the hand, no use of Y/n, reader is female

Lost Boys x femreader

masterlist

Part.2 (Paul), Part.3 (Dwayne), Part.4 (Marko), Part.5 (David)

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It was nighttime, but the town of Santa Carla was not asleep - on the contrary, it seemed livelier than ever. The nightly parties on the beach around a campfire with beer and sausages.

Or at the funfair on the big footbridge on the racing bike or the little roller coaster, just letting yourself go. Or even on the hills in the car, where you can do more than just kiss and make love to your loved one. The city was also full of life with clubs, bars and shops open to serve their customers.

Among them was the newest addition to the night scene, the Blood Drop Santa Carla's newest and only brothel with a strip club and its own dungeon in the basement ready to take in its members.

A business that was rumoured to have opened only one night before and seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. But who could say for sure, the previous night was just too dark, wasn't it?

The nocturnal sounds were only broken by the roaring engine of the hearse that was on its way to the city. Fingernails painted with black nail polish tapped lightly on the leather steering wheel. Tacked to the music coming from the radio, a small smile lay on her red lipsticked face.

The anticipation that went through her body and seemed to drive her heart made her more than just happy. At last the time has come she thought and drove even faster as she had finally achieved what she had always wanted for herself. Finally she had created a home for creatures like the one she was trying to protect.

What did it matter if there was a body in the storeroom, more or less? What did it matter that it was the second single husband without a family who had mysteriously died. What did it matter that her account was several hundred thousand full as long as she could pursue her dream. It would all have been a temporary pleasure anyway.

Looking in the rearview mirror, she saw the leather bag with the two objects inside that would soon adorn her desk. A simple creepy cover or something more? Whatever it was, she knew it wouldn't matter in the next few hours. She had other goals and plans that she was pursuing. Goals and plans she had finally realised in Santa Carla.

Before she looked back at the road, the headlights of her car illuminated it before she saw the big sign of Santa Carla that told her she had finally arrived. ,,Finally," she murmured as she turned into the streets and moments later was surrounded by the nightlife of Santa Carla.

The coloured lights, the music that seemed to drone from the beach into the city and the crowds of people - it was perfect. Before she turned into the dark street and her car came to a stop a few metres from the entrance to the bordel. Turning the key and bringing the car to a stop she reached into the back seat and took the bag with her before getting out.

Before the slamming of her door died away and was replaced by the clacking of her heels on the pavement. It was only a few metres to the establishment and yet she saw the potential customers already loitering in the area.

They all seemed to be waiting for the neon lights at the entrance to turn on so they could enter and give free rein to their lust. Not only paying customers but also paying dominatrixes who wanted to rent their private area.

"The Blood drop had everything for everyone...to die for was her thought with a smile before she came to a stop in front of the black entrance door. The rustling of her key sounded before she began to unlock the door but the feeling that someone or something had been watching her since she got out did not fade.

On the contrary, the longer she did not move and listened to the silence, it seemed to increase. Coming closer and closer, bringing the darkness and cold with it and creating a slight gust of wind. Before it turned unerringly to the left into the darker part of the street. I thought so, it flashed through her mind as she saw the four figures standing in the shadows, slowly emerging.

A small group of four men and yet they seemed to know exactly what they wanted. Her. In other places, everyone would probably have had a queasy feeling, alone at night, not safe, as a woman or a man, and a group of four guys coming towards them. But not her, she knew better.

She had long since learned the truth, protected them, killed them and helped them. She had no fear, only deep respect and fascination. But fear, no, not because she had to kill her loved one. It was pain she felt at the same time, but never fear. ,,A night just as pretty as you," she heard the blond with white trousers murmuring and the little blond giggling at her.

She briefly caught the gaze of the tall black-haired man who never took his eyes off her. He seemed to be watching her closely in case something might happen. Or what would happen in the next few moments. But the slightly arrogant look in the ice-blue eyes of the apparent leader was where she stopped.

She had found her observers just as they had found her. ,,Makes you hungry, don't it, boys?" the leader smirked and laughed with his friends. But for how long would they continue to laugh? ,,Yes, I'm a little hungry too...aren't you, my dears?" she asked and saw a short curiosity run through the group.

As if they were assessing what their prey meant before they giggled again. But the footsteps of the four continued to come towards her, more towards the beating of her calm heart that was still driven by anticipation. Only a few metres separated them and she knew that under other circumstances the four would have already buried their fangs into her body.

But it wasn't those other circumstances. ,,A little snack and then four sweet ones like this," another female voice suddenly said before ten people emerged from the shadow of the flickering lantern, seemingly out of nowhere. They stood behind the lady in charge and all had a little smirk and smile on their lips. Some more and some less.

The mood changed and despite the reactively cool night, it only seemed to take a spark for the two parties to clash. ,,This is our terretory," said the leader, his tone clearly tinged with disapproval, and she saw the flash of his pointed teeth.

His members didn't seem to think much of the other vampires either. But she did not resent the four of them. It would only be a matter of time before the two groups met. ,,My pretty bats know that, don't worry," she began and this time she dared to approach the vampires.

She knew she didn't have to be afraid, on the contrary she wanted to see how far she could go before they had enough. They could no longer control themselves and the instincts of hunger replaced those of the mind.

They defended their territory like wild animals. The clacking of her shoes began again as she continued to walk towards the four. She saw exactly how the leader's bright ice-blue eyes watched her and the cigarette landed demonstratively on the ground between his lips.

Crushing the drug with his boot as a warning of what was to come. But she ignored him, seeming to know it was the attention, the control he wanted. The control she had, however, not only in numbers but in other ways. She would come back to him, that much was certain, one way or another. But the brief pause of his gaze at her lips was quite noticeable.

A wild animal and yet still driven by hunger and lust. Pulling past him, she arrived at the tall, silent man. Like something out of a sex dream she thought and smiled as she slowly reached out her fingers. She saw exactly how he watched her but did not move.

He let her. Seemed to know exactly what she was up to and was perhaps a little fascinated by her. Before her fingers trailed over the cold leather of his jacket, looking at the cat of prey on it. Before she saw the rip-toothed earring and nudged it, causing the jewel to vibrate briefly.

But the small smirk on his lips was not lost on her as her fingers moved away from him and she let a demonstrative long look wander over his body. But she moved on and arrived at the one who made the first comment. The bigger the slut, the more in need of devotion she thought, glancing briefly at the fishnet top that showed his body.

Not as clear as the previous one, but it more than gave a hint of what he had to offer. Daring and yet playful she liked it. ,,Hey good-looking" he purred with a broad smile and suddenly took her hand in his to place a kiss on it. In return, she let her fingers glide through his soft, pretty hair for a moment before tugging on it lightly.

This brought a surprised expression to the older man's face, but the look of arrogance was gone. ,,Pretty boy," she murmured before she pulled away from him, leaving a vampire standing slightly beside himself.

But she would certainly come back to him, not least to teach the sweet one some manners. But there was a first time for everything. Before she arrived at the last member of the group, the small grinning one who either wanted to kill her with his gaze or undress her. She couldn't quite tell the difference. But he didn't bite at her or back away, he just seemed to grin at her.

Instead, she watched his jacket, which he must have made himself. She looked at the patches and pins and the self-painted thing. A creative mind she thought and slowly reached out for the jacket. She was only a few centimetres away from reaching the fabric when he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The grip was firm, almost painful, but their gazes did not leave each other. Where his madness met her fascination seemed to be the reach of creativity. ,,A pretty heartbeat" he said and she knew it must sound like music to him. How with every beat of her heart the organ pumped the blood through her body's circulation.

But when she wanted to release he didn't let go, on the contrary he pressed harder and harder. As if he finally wanted a real reaction from her. The more he pushed, the harder it became for her to keep the little smile on her lips. She had to endure a lot, but she could do without a broken hand, especially today.

She was about to signal to her bats when the leader said a simple ,,Marko, don't break her hand" and the person she was addressing continued to look at her. But for her taste of control, the blond took too long to finally let go. But his grin had only grown. Turning away from the little blonde, she finally approached the leader.

She saw satisfaction reflected in his eyes as he seemed to expect a thank you from her. She, on the other hand, only gave him an amused smirk before she said, ,,You have a nice group...but it lacks discipline and control" before she turned away from him and went back to her group.

They enjoyed the whole thing with obvious amusement before the mistress finally opened the door of the brothel and let her protégés in. ,,Come with me," she said to the four of them before she disappeared into the doorway and the four of them remained on the street for a moment. ,,They always come," she heard one of her bats say as he turned on the dim red lights in the main area. Before the pack moved to the areas where they were "working" at least until the food came. And the food always came quickly.

She heard the impressed whistle of the blonde and later behind her as she saw the four enter. The dark red velvet interior with black leather and dark lights seemed to suit the four of them. But this was only the main area with the strip area, the dungeon would be in the basement and the rooms in the back.

But a small tour could wait. ,,There's still time for a tour, I think we should discuss the matter in my office, don't you think?" she asked, but didn't wait for an answer. By then she had started moving again and had passed the strip area and disappeared behind a curtain.

Walking through a dark corridor, they finally arrived at the door of her office, which she entered. The bag still in her hand was finally placed on her desk. Sitting down on the leather chair and sighing slightly, the group entered her office seconds later. With a leader who seemed to be driven by irritation and anger and loss of control.

She saw the tall black-haired man leaning against the wall, his gaze sweeping the room. But she knew he would soon be on top of her again, always would be. The little one, who she now knew was called Marko, sat down on the small two-person couch. But he managed to take up so much space for himself that a second person wouldn't have fit.

At least he hadn't lost his grin, but she didn't know whether that was good or bad. Maybe it was both. The other blond with the white trousers looked around her office, smiling happily. As if it were his room, he touched everything, commented on it and seemed to enjoy it. A true lack of obedience she thought and sighed slightly as he took a mask from the wall and tried to scare Marko.

Before her eyes went back to the leader who was sitting opposite her on the chair that was also meant for that. Calmly lighting a cigarette, he seemed to enjoy making her wait. She pushed the ashtray towards him and turned to her bag instead. Taking out the two items, she placed them at the corners of her desk. ,,Nice set," Marko chuckled, making the other blonde laugh as well.

The two of them seemed to find the human skulls more than just funny. She didn't hold it against them, but she couldn't suppress a grin either. ,,Pretty, isn't it? That's my real project financiers Jared and William my ex-husbands tragic story" she stated and let her fingers glide over the skulls.

Cold and bony severed from the body that was rotting somewhere. No one would look for them not after what had happened. The two seemed to take this as a joke at first, but when she didn't change her expression, she saw them give each other a meaningful look.

She heard the leader blow his smoke in her direction before he pushed the cigarette almost too hard into the ashtray. ,,Let's make this quick, you get out of here with your pets because I was here first," he said directly and crossed his arms, his patience for the whole thing clearly waning. He's afraid of losing control she thought, setting the bag down on the floor unperturbed.

Before she came back up and saw that he had propped himself up on the table in front of her. He wanted to intimidate her and tried to chase her away. She said, ,,In short, no, you were here with your friends first, that's true, but I have more vampires, which means you would lose".

She saw the anger flashing in the lights and heard the protest of Marko who didn't seem to like it either. He rose from the couch and stood behind his leader. ,,We can try it out," Marko muttered and she swore that if he didn't jump over her desk in a few seconds to rip her throat out.

He would leave everything here in ashes. Definitely an aggression problem she thought and made an annoyed noise. As she began to realise that it might come down to an argument with toddlers. ,,Calm down, my little ones, my protégés do not encroach on your terretory. On the contrary, they will hunt and eat only here in the Blood Drop," she explained, pointing to a framed drawing that hung on the wall. Self-drawn with the help of her loyal friends and protégés.

Designed to get rid of bodies in several ways, camouflaged in the dark places of the city and discreet enough that the police and the press and the residents don't care. ,,Will that be enough?" the black-haired man asked in a calm but slightly worried tone, but he remained standing against the wall.

She knew she was worried, she was aware of the risk herself. There would always be times when there were not enough customers, but those were over.

Every night there would be enough to feed the ten. At least until the next night. ,,It will be, believe me, it's not called selling sex for nothing. The night has many needy customers and I have exactly what they want. Why do you think I chose the city because no one cares about the disappearance?" she defended herself, seeing the tall one nod briefly before she saw the leader seem to be thinking.

She knew she almost had him, almost had him agreeing. It would have advantages for both parties. ,,David, she's right" she heard the black-haired man murmur to David, whose name she finally knew. But the leader, still thinking, lit another cigarette and took a quiet drag before leaning back in the chair.

A sigh came from his lip before he replied, ,,All right...but I have one condition," he posed and she suppressed a roll of her eyes. It was indeed like arguing with a child who wouldn't take no for an answer. Whereas David just didn't seem to know any no. Signalling him to keep talking, she leaned forward slightly to get closer to him.

Taking in the smell of smoke and leather and the sea that always seemed to be all over Santa Carla. ,,I want you," he said with a grin when he saw the surprised look on her face before she recovered herself after a moment and laughed.

Her laughter seemed to infect the two blondes, who also giggled, but seemed to confuse David and the black-haired man. ,,All right then, as a condition, I want you all four as well," she set the condition and saw the mixed reactions, ranging from complete irritation to amusement.

But David, after regaining his grin, seemed to agree with a nod and leaned back in his chair again. But she saw exactly how the four of them seemed to slowly become more or less aware of what this meant.

Before the lost boys could take a step back, she rose and walked around the desk before opening the door and saying, ,,Who wants to go first?" and letting her gaze wander to the four who had suddenly become very still and quiet.

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okay, asks for TLB and Tasmintello

Preferred body part? 👀

Favorite position? 😏 (cuddles or otherwise)

Favorite place to be kissed in? 😘 (living room, kitchen, closet?)

The worst baby fever has ever gotten? 🤧 (what year/day/month/season is baby fever at its highest?)

🩷🖤🩷 [Gonna answer this one with TLB and make a separate post for Tamsitello~ just so the tagging is easier 🤭 also small mention of abuse warning! ⚠️]

Favorite Body part? 👀

[David and Chrysta]

David loves Chrysta's eyes. It's the first thing that drew him in the first time he ever saw her, and probably the first thing he fell in love with.

He loves how expressive they can be, and how they completely give away whatever she's thinking about or what feelings she's hiding.

How big and glassy they are when she's feeling playful and peeking over Dwayne’s shoulder, or soft and tender when she's sleepy and he's the first face she wakes up to.

Or the way they look under her wet lashes when he has her in tears of overstimulation, and when they roll back into her head when he fucks her in just the right places. 👀

[Dwayne and Chrysta]

Dwayne loves everything on this woman. I believe Dwayne just couldn't pick if you asked, there's nothing he doesn't feel like praising on Chrysta's body.

He likes the chubbier parts in her, like her thighs, ass, tummy, hips, etc. Especially when she starts having kids or when she stopped being so worried about keeping up some slim figure to keep up with the latest fashion trend.

There's no part he doesn't want to leave untouched, pinched, squeezed, kissed, licked, all of it.

[Paul and Chrysta]

Paul adores Chrysta's hands. They're the softest thing he's ever felt, and in an mortal life before when the only womanly hands that ever touched him were to strike him across the face or hit him... But to have a girl of his own who touches him only ever to make him feel safe and feel good, he just turns into putty.

He loves how she seems to just have a habit of tracing or fidgeting with him or the other boys hands, and he likes the feeling of her twisting and playing with some of his rings, or her fingers tangled in his hair, braiding it or just combing her hands through it.

He also loves it when she claws at his back during sex, leading a long trail of red lines starting at his lower back all the way up to his shoulder blades. Or if she pulls his hair when he's eating her out like a man starved.

[Marko and Chrysta]

Marko is a tits man 100%. And he looves his angel's boobs to such a high degree she could wear the baggiest clothes known to man and he'd still say "nice tits bella." 👏

it might not even just be Chrysta's boobs that he likes, but he just loves her chest area in general. Like when she was still human, he loved fucking her hard enough to watch her breath hard and heavy, her chest heaving with labored breaths.

He'd sometimes even just rest his head against her chest (when he decides to have her fully faced during sex) while railing her to hear her heart beating so fast he thought it'd explode if he didn't calm down a bit. Or after finishing things up he'd just keep his head buried in between her breasts, waiting till her heart calmed down enough he felt he could start cleaning things up a little bit.

Favorite position? 😏

[David and Chrysta]

I know a lot of people believe David likes being in charge/on top if not all the time, most of the time. But I think he's a low key sucker for riding. Sure it takes a little convincing (begging) but once he's hooked on the idea, you ain't backing down.

He loves having a smoke while his little lady puts on a show for him, pleasuring herself on him while he sits back and watches.... Of course he's still in charge of what's going on at all times. (Sometimes he'll give a little buck of his hips to get a reaction.)

[Dwayne and Chrysta]

Not exactly sure about the name of the position, but Dwayne likes super sleepy sex in the morning. [er- well- sunset maybe??? I'd assume that's when they start waking up.] So it's usually with both on their side and Chrysta's back to his chest.

He likes whispering sleepy, slurred sweet nothings into her ear while she moans and whines his name softly. It's a nice little way to wake up for a night! And don't tell anyone, but a little part if him likes the jealous glares he gets from the other boys when they can smell him all over Cherri. 🤭

[Paul and Chrysta]

Uh... Don't think it counts as a position or not but adding to Paul's public/humiliation kink, he likes it when he can 'take' Chrysta on his bike. 'A ride for two' he likes to call it.

It's usually with her facing him on his bike with her straddled on his hips while he rests his head on her shoulder so he can keep his eyes on the road. He likes to be brat sometime and he'll swerve a little, or pop a wheelie/do some trick that makes her squeal and scold him.

[This woman is MAD to think she can go a night wearing a mini skirt without driving home with Paul on her heels the whole night]

[Marko and Chrysta]

Marko's go to is doggy, or any postion they'd end up in after some wrestling/play fighting and she finally gives in. But it's mostly him taking her from the back.

He likes how even if he's the smaller of the guys (uh- stature wise com on now 👁👁) he likes how much he looms over or envelopes Chrysta's underneath him, and can glide his hands down her arms, intertwining his fingers between her knuckles gripping at the sheets.

Favorite place to be kissed in? 😘

Anywhere and everywhere. 😶

The worst the baby fever has ever gotten? 🤧

Literally right after Anastasia was born. These boys were just itching to get her pregnant again, all fighting for who would be the next to get a little bundle of fangs from their baby mama.

So I'd say around late January, early Febuary was when it hit pretty hard? [Annie was born December 19th.] Spring fever amiright??

It was literally a Sunday, which Chrysta goes to the Emersons once a week to clean some laundry or take a shower, bathe Annie, get some parenting advice from Lucy, etc. And the second she stepped back into the cave, it was like a moth to a flame. I am not joking when I say she was SPRINTING away from from four vampires, with a baby on in her arms while screaming, "NO MORE BABIES TILL WE GET A WEDDING DATE PLANNED!!"

And most of the babies were the outcome of a nasty case of baby fever- especially Dwayne... My girl couldn't walk straight for the first few weeks. ✊️😔

🖤🩷🖤 TYSM for the ask, lovely anon! I hope I answered and gave enough info! (or too much 😬) stay tuned for part two with Donnie~ 👀🤭 💜💜