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For Our Girl - lost boys x female reader
Get Your Girl - Paul (lost boys) x female reader
Prank Calls - Billy x GN!Reader x Stu
Dwayneโs Mystery Girl - dwayne (lost boys) x female reader
female reader, human, asexual
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. lost boys x ace!reader
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. you find the boys again and after spending some time together you finally get to tell them what you are. They're surprisingly very open about it.
The salt air still clung to your skin as you wandered the boardwalk the following night, the neon lights painting everything in electric pinks and blues. You hadn't planned on coming back so soon, and a part of you had expected the four strange boys to move on after last night's collective strike-out.
Most guys did.
But something about themโthe way they'd watched you leave with more fascination than bruised egosโkept pulling you back.
You spotted them almost immediately. They weren't hard to miss: four leather-clad figures leaning against the railing like they owned the night. Paul's wild blond hair caught the wind first. When his eyes locked on you, his face split into a massive grin.
"There she is!" he called, already pushing off the railing and striding toward you with that golden-retriever energy. "Back for round two, babe?"
You raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Round two implies I played round one."
Paul laughed, loud and bright, falling into step beside you without asking. This time, he didn't sling an arm around your shoulders. He kept a respectful distance, hands shoved in his pockets like he was trying not to spook you.
"Fair. Soโฆ what are you into, if it's not midnight bike rides and bad decisions?" He glanced sideways at you, genuinely curious instead of just flirty. "Arcade games? Cotton candy? People-watching?"
You considered him for a moment. "All of the above. As long as no one's trying to get in my pants."
Paul's cheeks actually flushed. "Shit. Yeah. Message received. Loud and clear." He rubbed the back of his neck, sheepish. "I can do that. C'mon, I'm unbeatable at Skee-Ball."
He was not unbeatable. You destroyed him three games in a row, and his dramatic cries of betrayal had you laughing harder than you had in weeks. When you finally let him win one on purpose, he lit up like you'd handed him the moon.
"You're trouble," he declared, handing you the ridiculous oversized tiger he'd finally won. "The fun kind."
Not long after, Marko appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, curls bouncing as he fell into step on your other side. "Paulie bothering you?" he asked with a mischievous smirk, biting his thumb. "I can take him out if you want."
You shook your head, amused. "We're good. He's on his best behavior tonight."
Marko's eyes sparkled with surprise. Instead of doubling down on charm, he started pointing out the best graffiti spots hidden behind booths and told you wild stories about the boardwalk's historyโsome obviously exaggerated, some strangely believable. When his hand brushed yours 'accidentally,' he pulled back immediately, flashing an apologetic grin.
You found yourself relaxing. The guys wereโฆ different. Persistent, but listening.
Dwayne joined next, quiet as ever. He didn't say much, just walked beside you with that steady presence that somehow made the chaotic noise of the boardwalk feel calmer. At one point, he bought you a hot chocolate without asking, handing it over with a small nod when you looked surprised.
"You seemed cold," he murmured.
You weren't, but the gesture was sweet and thoughtful, so you took it gratefully.
David was last. He waited until the others had drifted a few paces ahead, cigarette smoke curling around him like a second shadow. He didn't try any lines this time. He just fell in beside you, his ice-blue eyes studying your face.
"You came back," he said eventually, voice low.
"I did."
"Why?"
You shrugged, clutching the giant tiger under one arm. "You four are interesting. And surprisinglyโฆ decent about boundaries once they're spelled out."
David's lips twitched into something almost like a real smile. "Most people don't make us work for it."
"I'm not most people," you whisper, glancing at him, hoping that, unlike most, he would get it, that they would understand this wasn't a 'keep trying' scenario.
"No," he agreed softly, almost reverently. "You're not."
The five of you eventually wandered down to the beach, away from the crowds. A small fire was already crackling in a pit the boys must have set up earlier. You sat on an old log, the giant tiger propped beside you like a ridiculous chaperone. Paul flopped dramatically at your feet, Marko perched on the log next to you, Dwayne leaned against a nearby rock, and David stood with his hands in his coat pockets, watching the flames.
"So," Paul started, grinning up at you, "you gonna tell us the secret? How the hell did you shoot down all four of us in one night?"
You laughed lightly, staring into the fire. "There's no secret. I'm ace. Asexual. I don't feel sexual attraction. But that doesn't mean I don't like people. Orโฆ enjoy spending time with them." You glanced around at the four of them. "I do romance, just no sex stuff. I'm polyromantic, if that means anything to you."
The boys went quiet for a beat, processing.
Marko tilted his head. "Soโฆ you can still like us? Like, like us. Just without theโฆ" He gestured vaguely.
"Yeah," you said simply. "Just without the 'taking clothes off and getting down to it ' part."
Paul let out a low whistle. "That'sโฆ kinda badass, actually."
David's gaze hadn't left your face. There was something new in it nowโrespect, fascination, and maybe the first spark of something deeper. "We're not exactly used to slow burns," he admitted. "Or any burns that don't end inโฆ well... fucking."
"But we can learn," Dwayne added quietly, his dark eyes warm in the firelight as he cut over David almost as if he didn't want the blond scaring you away.
Marko bumped your shoulder gently. "So what do you want, then? Late-night boardwalk walks? Arcade wins? Someone to listen to you talk about whatever's on your mind?"
You looked at each of themโthe wild blond with the golden energy, the mischievous curly-haired artist, the quiet protector, and the cocky leader who was watching you like you were a puzzle he suddenly wanted to understand rather than conquer.
"I want to see where this goes," you said honestly. "No pressure. No expectations. Justโฆ this. But if sex is like a deal breaker for you guys then-"
Paul sat up, resting his chin on your knee like an overgrown puppy. "We can do that."
Marko grinned. "Best kind of chase there is."
Dwayne gave you a small, rare smile.
David flicked his cigarette into the fire and stepped closer, crouching so he was eye-level with you. "You really are something else," he murmured, echoing his words from last night. Only this time, it sounded like a promise instead of frustration. "And we've got all the time in the world to figure this out."
The fire crackled as the waves rolled in, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like maybe you'd found people who could want you exactly as you were.
You leaned back, letting the warmth of the fire and their company settle over you. "Alright then," you said with a soft smile. "Round two it is."
You arrive in Santa Carla expecting little more than a fresh start and the usual parade of flirtatious strangers along the boardwalk. Turning people down has always been part of your life, and you've long since mastered the art of doing it kindly. So when four impossibly handsome bikers each try their luck, you reject them just as politely as everyone else.
What you don't expect is for them to keep coming back.
They're genuinely curious about the woman who isn't impressed by charm, temptation, or practiced seduction. As friendships deepen into something none of you can easily define, the Lost Boys find themselves questioning everything they thought they knew about attraction, intimacy, and love.
Being asexual has never meant you're incapable of loving someone. It simply means your heart follows a different path. One the boys have never walked before.
The five of you slowly discover that romance isn't measured by desire, and that sometimes the deepest kind of love begins with a simple, unwavering "no."
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. bo sinclair x female reader
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. Bo becomes dangerously obsessed with a gentle, kind-hearted preacherโs daughter who works at the local library. After weeks of secretly watching her, he kidnaps her and takes her back to the abandoned town of Ambrose, determined to make her his forever.
The rain-slicked streets of a sleepy Southern town gleamed under the flickering streetlamps as Bo Sinclair prowled. Ambrose was behind him, a ghost town of wax and secrets, but tonight heโd ventured farther than usual, hunting for something more than blood. His fangs ached, but it wasnโt hunger for crimson that drove him. It was her.
You were the preacherโs daughterโsoft-spoken, gentle-eyed, with a kindness that seemed to radiate from your very soul. By day you helped at the old library, shelving books with careful hands and recommending stories to wide-eyed children. By evening you sat in the front pew of your fatherโs church, humming hymns that made even the hardened locals feel something stir. You were light. Purity. Everything Ambrose had lost decades ago.
Bo had watched you for weeks. From the shadows of the alley across from the library. From the back of the church during evening services, his truck parked just out of sight. The way you smiled at everyone, the way you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear when you were nervous, the way you offered forgiveness to people who didnโt deserve it. It cracked something open inside his dead chest.
Mine.
He wasnโt like his brothers. Vincent sculpted beauty from wax. Lester fed the dogs. Bo took. And he had decided you were the masterpiece he would claim.
It happened on a Thursday night after closing.
You locked the library door, humming softly under your breath, umbrella tucked under your arm. The rain had eased to a drizzle, but the air was thick with the scent of wet earth and magnolias. Footsteps echoed behind you, slow and deliberate.
โEveninโ, darlinโ.โ
You turned, startled but polite. Bo stood under the awning, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair damp and curling at the edges. His blue eyes caught the light like chipped ice, but his smile was all Southern charm. โDidnโt mean to scare ya. Just passinโ through. Car trouble a few miles back. Mind if I use your phone?โ
You hesitated only a second. Kindness was your nature. โOf course. The library phoneโs inside, but I canโโ
He moved faster than any human should. One gloved hand clamped over your mouth, the other arm snaking around your waist like iron bands. Your umbrella clattered to the ground. You struggled, eyes wide with terror, but he was impossibly strong.
โShh, shh,โ he murmured against your ear, voice low and velvet-rough. โYouโre cominโ home with me now, sweetheart. Been watchinโ you. Youโre too good for this rotten little town. Too good for anyone but me.โ
His breath was cool against your neck. You felt the sharp graze of fangs as he pressed a lingering kiss just below your jawโtesting, tasting the frantic flutter of your pulse.
A soft whimper escaped you. Boโs grip tightened possessively.
โDonโt fight it, baby. Iโll take care of you. Forever.โ
Darkness swallowed you as he pressed something sweet-smelling to your faceโchloroform from the rag in his pocket. Your body went limp in his arms.
When you woke, it was to the smell of dust, old wood, and something metallic. Your head throbbed. Thick ropes bound your wrists to the arms of a wooden chair in what looked like an old gas station office. Outside the grimy window, you could see the skeletal remains of a townโAmbrose, the sign read, half-melted and crooked.
Bo leaned against the doorframe, watching you with rapt, hungry eyes. Heโd changed into a cleaner shirt, but streaks of dirt and something darker still stained his jeans. His fangs were slightly visible when he smiled.
โThere she is. My sweet little preacherโs girl.โ He crossed the room in two strides and crouched in front of you, one large hand cupping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. โNameโs Bo. And youโฆ youโre gonna be mine. No more sharinโ that pretty smile with the whole damn world. No more hidinโ behind books and Bibles. Just you and me.โ
Tears welled in your eyes. โPleaseโฆ my father will look for me. Let me go. I wonโt tell anyoneโโ
His thumb brushed your lower lip, gentle despite the madness in his eyes. โCanโt do that, darlinโ. Iโve waited too long. Watched you light up every room like some goddamn angel. Youโre the only real thing left in this dead place.โ His voice dropped, laced with that dangerous, crazed edge. โIf anyone comes lookinโ, Iโll give them to Vincent to play with and turn into wax. And if you try to runโฆโ He leaned in, lips brushing your throat. โIโll bite. Drain you just enough to keep you weak and sweet and mine. Then Iโll turn you. Keep you pretty and perfect for eternity.โ
You shivered as his fangs scraped lightly over your skinโnot breaking it, but promising. A dark, terrifying thrill mixed with your fear. He was monstrous. Obsessive. But the way he looked at youโฆ no one had ever looked at you like that. Like you were the center of a broken universe.
Bo stood, untying your wrists only to scoop you up bridal-style, cradling you against his chest as if you weighed nothing. โCโmon, baby girl. Let me show you your new home. Got a room all fixed up for you. Books. Soft blankets. Even that ugly little cross you wearโI kept it. You can pray all you want. Long as itโs to me now.โ
He carried you through the silent streets of Ambrose, past the House of Wax where candlelight flickered in the windows like living eyes. His brothers watched from the shadowsโVincent tilting his head curiously, Lester grinning with missing teethโbut Bo snarled low in his throat, a clear warning.
Mine.
In the dimly lit bedroom above the old movie theater, he lay you on the bed. Velvet curtains blocked the outside world. A single lamp cast a warm glow over shelves of books heโd stolen just for you.
Bo knelt beside the bed, taking your trembling hand in both of his. His thumbs stroked your knuckles with surprising tenderness.
โIโll be good to you, sweetheart,โ he whispered, voice thick with obsession. โBring you anything you want. Kill anyone who even thinks about hurtinโ you. Love you so hard itโll hurt sometimes. But youโll never leave me. Never.โ
He pressed a kiss to your palm, then to the inside of your wrist, right over your racing pulse.
โWelcome home, my angel.โ
The town of Ambrose slept in eternal silence. But here? Your captorโs cold heart beat only for you, and he would never, ever let you go.
๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ | A peaceful town in Indiana turns into a bloodbath when a deadly threat haunts the town. The resident teenagers are terrorized by a masked killer, which begins to tear at the fabric of an otherwise-peaceful community ending in bloody pieces of innocent lives scattered around the small town of Hawkins.
Kimberly and her friends have to navigate their lives while trying to survive the murderous Ghostface killer who seems intent on killing them all but is the killer someone they already know?โฆ
The halls of Hawkins High felt heavier the next morning, as if the walls themselves were mourning. News of Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers' murders had spread like wildfire before first period even started. Whispers followed Kimberly everywhere. Every locker slam made her flinch.
She found Steve by his locker, staring blankly at the inside door where a faded photo of him and Nancy still hung. His eyes were red-rimmed, jaw tight. When he noticed her, he tried to force a casual smile, but it cracked instantly.
"Hey, Kimmy..."
Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. Steve stiffened for half a second, then hugged her back fiercely, burying his face in her shoulder. His breathing hitched.
"I know you guys weren't together anymore," Kimberly whispered, "but I also know you still cared about her. I'm so sorry, Steve."
Steve let out a shaky breath. "We fought the night before... stupid shit. I told her to be careful. I should've stayed with her. I should'veโ"
"You couldn't have known." She pulled back just enough to look at him. "None of us could."
He nodded, but the guilt in his eyes didn't fade. They stood like that for a long moment, two broken pieces trying to hold each other together while the rest of the school buzzed around them like nothing had changed.
Lunch came, but Kimberly had no appetite. More of her friends were dying, someone was targeting the teens of Hawkins, and no one knew who would be next.
She slipped out of the cafeteria early, needing air, needing to be anywhere but surrounded by gossip. The hallway was nearly empty; most kids were still eating. She turned a corner toward the side exit and froze.
Jason Carver stepped out from beside the trophy case, blocking her path. His letterman jacket looked too tight on his broad shoulders, fists clenched at his sides. His eyes were bloodshot, wild with grief and rage.
"Kimberly."
She took a step back. "Jason... I don't want to talk right now."
"Too fucking bad." He advanced, grabbing her upper arm hard enough that she winced. He shoved her back against the lockers, the metal rattling. "You're gonna tell me what the hell you said to Chrissy that night."
Kimberly's heart hammered. "Let go of meโ"
"You talked her into dumping me," His voice cracked with fury. "Right before she died. You filled her head with shit about me, made her hate me. And now she's gone!" He slammed his other hand against the locker beside her head. "What did you say?!"
Tears stung her eyes. "I just told her she deserved better... Jason, you're hurting me. Pleaseโ"
"Better?" He laughed bitterly, leaning in closer. "Iย lovedย her. I would've done anything for her. And you... you tried to take her from me. She wasย mine."
His grip tightened painfully. Kimberly's breath came in short gasps. For a terrifying second, she was sure this was itโhe was going to snap, just like he'd snapped on Chrissy.
"Get your hands off her!"
Eddie came sprinting down the hall, curls flying, eyes blazing. He shoved Jason hard, forcing him to release Kimberly. Jason stumbled back, glaring daggers at Eddie.
"Stay out of this,ย freak," Jason snarled.
Eddie positioned himself between them, arms spread protectively despite his fear. "Touch her again, and I swear to God, Carver, they'll be scraping you off the floor."
Jason's lip curled into a slow, dangerous smile. "Keep running your mouth, Munson. First Chrissy, now you're playing hero for her little best friend? Careful. People who get too close to thisย bitchย tend to end up dead."
The threat hung in the air like smoke. Jason shot Kimberly one last venomous look, then stormed off down the hall, shoulders rigid.
The second he was gone, Kimberly's legs buckled. A small, broken cry escaped her as she slid down the lockers to the floor. Eddie dropped to his knees in front of her instantly.
"Hey, hey, Kimmyโdon't cry," he said softly, voice cracking with worry. He cupped her face gently, thumbs brushing away the tears already spilling down her cheeks. "If you cry, then I'm gonna cry, and neither of us wants that. I look ugly when I cry. Trust me."
A watery laugh slipped out despite everything. Eddie grinned, relieved, and pulled her into a tight hug. "There she is.ย You're okay. I've got you."
After school, Eddie refused to let her walk home alone.
They ended up at the old quarry, sitting on the hood of his van with the doors open, music playing low from the radio. The sun was already dipping low, painting the sky in bruised purples and oranges. Kimberly hugged her knees to her chest, still shaken.
"You really think it's him?" Eddie asked quietly, passing her a warm can of Coke from the front seat.
Kimberly stared at the ripples on the water below. "I don't know anymore. He was so angry, Eddie. The way he grabbed me... it felt like he wanted to hurt me. And after what he said to me before Chrissy died..." She shook her head. "The timing is too perfect. She breaks up with him because of me, and then she's gone the same night?"
Eddie was quiet for a long moment, picking at the frayed hole in his jeans.
"I hate that I'm even saying this," he muttered, "but Carver's a prick. Always has been. But killing Chrissy? And Nancy and Jonathan? That's... that's next-level. Part of me still thinks this is something else."
Kimberly looked at him. "You don't believe it's just a normal killer, do you?"
Eddie gave a weak smile. "I don't know what I believe anymore. But I do know one thingโ" He turned to face her fully. "I'm not letting that asshole near you again. Not alone.ย Okay?"
Kimberly studied his face. For once, there was no sarcasm, no theatrical flair. Just genuine worry, so she nodded. "Okay."
Eddie bumped her shoulder lightly. "Good. Because I've got a reputation to protect. Can't have the town freak failing at the wholeย 'damsel in distress'ย rescue thing."
She laughed softly, and for a few minutes the quarry felt almost peaceful. Eddie turned the music up a little and sang dramatically off-key to make her smile. It almost worked.
But as the sun finally disappeared, a chill settled over them. Eddie drove her home in silence, both of them glancing at the rearview mirror more than necessary.
"Lock your doors tonight," he said as she climbed out. "And if anything feels off, you call me. I don't care what time it is."
"I will," she promised as she got out of his van, then turned back to look through the open window. "Thank you, Eddie. For today."
He gave her a two-finger cheeky salute and waited until she was safely inside before driving off.
That night, the Munson trailer sat quiet under a pale moon. Eddie sprawled on the old couch in a faded Hellfire Club shirt, half-watching a cheesy slasher on the TV. His fingers drummed nervously on his knee. Every shadow in the trailer felt too long tonight.
A faint tapping noise came from the back hallway.
Eddie muted the TV. "Wayne?" No answer. He stood slowly, heart picking up speed, and crept down the narrow hall.
He stopped at the doorway to Wayne's room.ย Nothing. Then the tapping came again louder. He spun around.... just a tree branch scraping against the open window.
"Fuck," Eddie muttered, relief flooding him. He stepped inside and reached to close it.
A shadow moved in his peripheral vision.
He barely had time to gasp before a black-robed figure surged forward. The white Ghostface mask gleamed in the dim light, and the knife flashed as Eddie was knocked onto Wayne's bed.
"Jesus H. Christ!"
Eddie twisted desperately as the blade came down, stabbing into the mattress where his head had been a second earlier. He kicked out hard, catching the killer in the stomach and sending him stumbling back. The knife clattered to the floor.
He scrambled up, trying to throw punches, but the killer was stronger, faster. A brutal fist to the face split his lip. Another blow to the ribs dropped him to his knees. The killer grabbed him by the hair and slammed him into the wall, then snatched the knife again.
Eddie felt hot lines of pain across his arms and side as the blade slashed. Blood soaked his shirt. In a desperate move, he snatched the heavy bedside lamp and swung it with everything he had. It cracked against the killer's masked head, knocking Ghostface to the side.
And he didn't wait. He bolted through the trailer, knocking over chairs, bursting out the front door with a raw scream.
"Help!"
Blood dripped from his fingers as he sprinted across the lot toward the neighbor's trailer, where a light still burned. He pounded on the door with both fists.
"Help!ย Please, someoneโ!"
Behind him, slow footsteps crunched on gravel. Eddie looked back in horror.
Ghostface walked steadily toward him, knife in hand, casually wiping Eddie's blood off the blade with the edge of his robe. The mask tilted slightly, almost curious.
"Fuckingย helpย me!" Eddie screamed, slamming his fist on the door again. "Open the goddamn door!"
The neighbor's porch light flickered once.
Then went dark.
Eddie's scream tore through the night as the killer lunged.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: dwayne x female reader
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: After recently being turned into a vampire you struggle with your first hunt. Your messy, blood-soaked feeding drives Dwayne wild with lust. Unable to hold back, he claims you right there in the shadows โ rough, primal, and extremely bloody.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: reader is newly turned. reader is the mate of all the boys but dwayneโs soulmate. first hunt. messy eating. heavy blood play. blood consumption. blood smeared sex. biting kink. blood drinking. possessive behavior. rough sex. pussy eating. fingering. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. unprotected sex. p in v. multiple positions. dirty talk. possessive talk. creampie. scratching. marking. aftercare.
The night air was thick with salt and the distant crash of waves against the cliffs of Santa Carla. You'd only been turned a few nights ago and reborn in the cave that the boys called home. The bond had snapped into place immediately: all four of them felt it, that primal pack pull that marked you as theirs.
Their mate. Their shared claim.
But with Dwayne, it was deeper, sharper. A soul-deep tether that made his dark eyes follow you like a shadow, his silence heavier with unspoken hunger.
Tonight was your first hunt.
The boardwalk lights glittered below as the five of you moved like predators through the crowd. David leading with that cocky smirk, Paul and Marko laughing and shoving each other, you tucked between them, and Dwayne at your back, one large hand occasionally brushing your hip.
Your throat burned as the new fangs ached in your gums. Every heartbeat around you pulsed like a drum in your veins.
"Pick one," David murmured, voice low and amused as he nodded toward a cluster of drunk tourists near the carousel. "Or let the hunger choose."
You didn't have time to be picky. The scent of warm, living blood hit you like a drug, and you lunged.
The man never saw you coming. You slammed him back into the shadows behind a shuttered booth, fangs sinking deep into his throat with a wet crunch. No grace. No control. Hot blood flooded your mouth in thick, coppery spurtsโmessy, overflowing, spilling down your chin and soaking the front of your shirt in dark, glistening streaks.
You moaned against his skin, gulping greedily, tearing the wound wider as he twitched and gurgled. Blood sprayed across your face, dripped from your lashes, and painted your lips and throat in violent crimson.
Behind you, the boys watched. Paul whistled low. Marko laughed. David's eyes gleamed with approval.
But Dwayneโฆ Dwayne was utterly still.
Until he wasn't.
The moment the rich scent of fresh kill mixed with your own new-vampire pheromones hit him, his control snapped. A low, guttural growl rumbled from his chest as he stepped forward, shoving the dying man aside like trash. The body hit the ground with a dull thud, forgotten.
Dwayne's hands were on you instantlyโrough, possessive, fingers digging into your blood-slick hips as he spun you around and crushed his mouth to yours.
The kiss was brutal. Blood smeared between your lips, coating both your tongues as he devoured the taste of the kill from you. His fangs nicked your bottom lip, drawing more bloodโyours and the stranger's mixing in a hot, metallic flood that made you whimper into his mouth.
"Fuck," he rasped against your lips, voice wrecked. "Look at youโฆ so goddamn messy."
He pushed you back against the wooden wall of the booth, the shadows swallowing you both. The rest of the boys melted into the night with knowing smirks, giving you space. They could feel the bond thrummingโDwayne's claim taking precedence tonight.
Your hands fisted in his leather jacket as he dropped to his knees right there in the alley dirt. He shoved your ruined shirt up, exposing your breasts, already streaked with blood. His mouth latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, tongue swirling through the warm crimson that had pooled there.
You cried out, back arching, fingers tangling in his long, dark hair as he groaned like a starving man.
"So much blood," he muttered, voice vibrating against your skin. He bit down, fangs piercing the soft flesh of your breast just enough to draw fresh rivulets that ran down your stomach. He chased every drop with his tongue, licking broad stripes across your ribs, your belly, lowerโuntil he yanked your jeans open and dragged them down your thighs along with your soaked panties.
You were dripping, blood and slick mixing together in obscene wetness down your inner thighs. Dwayne's eyes were pure black with lust as he looked up at you, face already painted red from chin to nose.
He buried his face between your legs without warning.
His tongue drove deep inside you, lapping at the bloody mess like it was nectar. He growled, the sound sending vibrations straight to your clit as he sucked it between his lips, fangs grazing just enough to sting. Your thighs clamped around his head, blood from the kill still dripping from your chin onto his hair as you rode his face shamelessly. He drank from youโyour arousal, the remnants of the hunt, the fresh blood from the shallow bites he kept leaving on your thighs.
"Dwayne...fuck... pleaseโ"
He rose suddenly, towering over you, and spun you around to face the wall. You braced your hands against the rough wood as he freed his cockโthick, hard, already leaking. Without preamble, he kicked your legs wider and thrust into you in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt in your tight, blood-slick heat.
You screamed in pleasure, the sound echoing off the walls.
He fucked you like an animalโdeep, punishing thrusts that slammed you against the wood. One hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back so he could sink his fangs into your neck while the other reached around to rub your clit with blood-smeared fingers. Every thrust forced more of the stranger's blood to squelch obscenely between your joined bodies, coating his balls and dripping down your legs in warm, sticky trails.
"You're mine," he snarled against your torn throat, licking the fresh blood as it welled up. "My soul. My mate. This tight little cunt... covered in blood for me."
You came hard, clenching around his cock, your own fangs sinking into your lip as waves of ecstasy ripped through you. Dwayne didn't stop. He pulled out only long enough to flip you again, lifting you so your legs wrapped around his waist. He impaled you once more, bouncing you on his cock as blood continued to drip from your breasts and neck onto his chest.
He bit you againโshoulder, breast, throatโevery fresh wound sending sparks of dark pleasure through the new vampire bond. You returned the favor, sinking your fangs into his neck and drinking deep. His blood was ancient, potent, making your body sing as he roared and came, flooding your pussy with hot spurts while your combined blood painted you both in glistening red.
You stayed locked together, panting, bodies sliding against each other in the mess. Dwayne pressed his forehead to yours, dark eyes soft only for you, even as blood dripped from his lashes.
"First hunt," he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. "And you're already perfect. My messy, beautiful mate."
From the shadows, you heard Paul's distant laugh. "Save some for the rest of us next time!"
Dwayne's grip on you tightened possessively, a low warning growl in his chest. Tonight, at least, you were entirely his.
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: dwayne x female reader
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: Dwayne doesn't speak much but he's possessive, watchful, violently protective, and dangerously affectionate once he decides you're his โ and unfortunately for you he's deicded you're his.
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐: 800 words
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: stalking. being Watched. implied captivity. dark themes. dangerous attraction. yandere themes.
The boardwalk lights blurred into streaks of neon as you wandered through the evening crowd, the salt air thick with popcorn, ocean spray, and something sharperโdanger. Santa Carla had that reputation, but youโd come anyway, drawn by the wild freedom of the place after a life that felt too small, too ordinary.
You didnโt notice him at first.
Dwayne stood like a shadow among the chaos, long dark hair framing a face carved from quiet menace. Tall, broad-shouldered, leather jacket hugging a body built for violence. His brothers laughed and snarled around himโDavidโs icy smirk, Paulโs wild energy, Markoโs feral grinโbut Dwayne rarely spoke. He watched.
And that night, his eyes locked onto you.
You were laughing at something a guy in the video store had said, a harmless flirtation while you browsed tapes. Dwayneโs jaw tightened. The world narrowed to the way that stranger leaned too close, the way your smile lit up the night like it belonged to anyone but him.
He moved before he thought. Silent as death, he was suddenly there, one hand clamping down on the guyโs shoulder hard enough to make bone creak.
โWalk away,โ Dwayne said, voice low and even. No shouting. No threatening. Just fact.
The guy paled and bolted. You blinked up at the stranger, heart stuttering at the intensity in those dark eyes. โUhโฆ thanks? I think?โ
Dwayne didnโt smile; he just stared, drinking you in like a man dying of thirst whoโd finally found water. โYou shouldnโt be out here alone.โ
His voice wrapped around you, deep and rough like distant thunder. Something in it made your skin prickleโnot entirely with fear.
From that night on, he was always nearby.
Youโd catch glimpses: a tall figure leaning against a lamppost when you left work at the comic shop. The rumble of a motorcycle trailing just far enough behind your bike rides along the beach. Once, when a group of surf nazis catcalled you near the bonfires, they disappeared by morning. Found later in pieces, the papers said. โAnimal attack.โ Dwayne never mentioned it.
He just appeared at your door the next evening with that same unreadable stare. โYouโre safe now,โ he murmured, stepping inside when unwittingly invited. His presence filled the small beach house you rented, all quiet power and leather and something metallic underneath... like blood.
You should have been terrified, but instead, a dark thrill curled in your stomach when he looked at you like that. Like you were the only real thing in his endless night.
One night, after too many close calls with his โbrothersโ watching you like fresh meat, you tried to pull away. You told him you needed space, that thisโwhatever this wasโwas moving too fast. That you didnโt even know him, not really.
Dwayne went still. The air grew heavy, thick with the weight of his silence.
He crossed the room in two strides, backing you against the wall. One hand braced beside your head, the other gentlyโtoo gentlyโcupping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed your lower lip, possessive and tender all at once.
โYou think you can leave?โ he whispered. His voice stayed soft, but the edge beneath it was razor-sharp. โIโve watched you every night. I know how you breathe when youโre scared. How your heart races when you feel me near. Youโre mine, little one. I killed for you before I even tasted your name on my tongue.โ
Your breath hitched. โDwayneโฆโ
He leaned in, forehead resting against yours, eyes half-lidded with something between worship and madness. โThe others donโt touch whatโs mine. That boy who smiled at you yesterday? He wonโt smile again. Anyone who looks too long, talks too sweetโthey disappear. Because you belong in the dark with me. Where no one else can have you.โ
His lips ghosted over yours, not quite a kiss yetโa promise. โIโll turn you when youโre ready. Make you eternal. Strong. Untouchable. But until thenโฆ you stay close. You let me keep you safe.โ
He finally kissed you thenโslow, deep, devouring. Like he was sealing a vow written in blood. When he pulled back, his eyes had that dangerous gleam, the one that said love and obsession were the same word to him.
โIโd burn this whole town to ash if it meant keeping you,โ he said quietly, brushing a strand of hair from your face with surprising gentleness. โAnd Iโd enjoy every second of it. Because youโre the only light Iโve got leftโฆ and I wonโt share.โ
The ocean crashed against the cliffs, and somewhere in the distance, the rest of the pack howled with laughter. But in your little house, there was only Dwayneโsilent, watchful, and utterly, dangerously yours.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: dwayne x female reader
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: When your heat hits you hard one night in the cave, your mate Dwayne is more than ready to take care of his queen. Locked away in your private alcove, he spends hours claiming youโ rough, possessive, and unrelenting.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: established relationship. dwayne x female reader. she is a vampire too. she's currently in heat. reader smells good to the others. reader drinks Dwayne's blood. blood play. pussy eating. fingering. multiple reader orgasms. tears of overstimulation. unprotected sex. p in v. biting kink. scratching during sex. multiple positions. possessive talk. grinding. dirty talk. clit stimulation. creampie. aftercare.
The cave was alive with the usual chaos of the Lost Boys. Paulโs boombox blasting some thrash metal that echoed off the dripping stalactites, Markoโs laughter sharp as a blade while he tossed cards into a hat across the room, David lounging on his throne of stolen furniture like a king surveying his domain.
But you barely registered any of it tonight.
The heat had started as a low thrum under your skin hours ago, back on the boardwalk when the salt air hit your lungs, and Dwayneโs hand had brushed the small of your back.
Now it was a wildfire.
You paced the edge of the sunken fountain that served as your communal nest, fangs itching, body slick with a sheen of sweat that no vampire should ever produce.
Your mateโs scent clung to everythingโleather, smoke, and that dark, earthy musk that was pure Dwayne, and it was making it impossible to think. Youโd been turned three years ago, scooped up by the pack after a messy hunt gone wrong on the beach, but the bond with Dwayne had snapped into place the night heโd claimed you under the pier. Blood, bites, and a promise growled against your throat: Mine. Forever.
He was watching you now from the shadows near the entrance, arms crossed over his broad chest, long dark hair falling loose around his shoulders. The others had noticed too; Paulโs nostrils flared mid-laugh, Markoโs grin turned sly, but one low growl from Dwayne and they scattered like startled bats.
David just smirked, flicking ash from his cigarette. โHandle your mate, brother. She smells like sin.โ
Dwayne didnโt answer; he never needed to. He crossed the cave in three strides, his heavy boots silent on the stone, and caught you by the waist before you could pace another frantic circle. His touch was fire on your skin. You whimpered, pressing back against him instinctively, hips rolling without permission.
โEasy,โ he murmured, voice like gravel and velvet. One big hand splayed across your stomach, holding you still while the other brushed your hair aside to expose your neck. His lips ghosted over the mating mark heโd left there, two perfect punctures that never fully healed. โIโve got you.โ
The heat crashed over you harder at the contact. It wasnโt like human heat; this was vampire instinct, ancient and brutal. Your blood sang for him, core clenching around nothing, thighs already slick beneath the short leather skirt youโd worn for the boardwalk. You could feel his cock hardening against your ass, thick and insistent even through his jeans. Dwayne had always been the quiet one, the watcher, but when it came to you, he was relentless.
He spun you in his arms, lifting you effortlessly so your legs wrapped around his waist. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails sharp enough to draw beads of blood that healed instantly. โDwayneโฆ please. It hurts.โ
โI know, baby.โ He kissed you then, slow and deep, tongue sweeping into your mouth like he was tasting the fever on you. You moaned into it, grinding down on the bulge in his jeans, chasing friction. He tasted like the night, copper and smoke and something wild that belonged only to him.
The others were gone by the time he carried you deeper into the cave, past the main chamber and into the smaller alcove heโd claimed as yours. A nest of stolen blankets and furs waited on a raised ledge, lit by a single kerosene lantern that cast long shadows. He set you down gently, but there was nothing gentle in the way he stripped you. Your tank top ripped at the seams under his hands; the skirt was shoved up and yanked off in one motion. You were bare beneath, nipples hard, pussy glistening with need.
Dwayneโs dark eyes drank you in. โLook at you,โ he growled, shedding his own jacket, then his shirt. The lantern light carved shadows over the hard planes of his chest, the faint scars from old fights that never faded. His jeans followed, cock springing free, heavy and flushed, the head already beading with pre-cum. โAll wet and desperate for your mate.โ
You reached for him, but he caught your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. โNot yet.โ He dropped to his knees between your spread thighs, mouth hovering just over where you needed him most. His breath was cool against your overheated skin. โGonna take care of this heat first.โ
His tongue dragged up your slit in one long, slow lick, and you cried out, back arching off the furs. He groaned at your taste, sweet and sharp with the heat pheromones, and dove in like a starving man, no teasing tonight. He sucked your clit into his mouth, two thick fingers sliding into your soaked cunt without warning, curling hard against that spot that made stars explode behind your eyes. You thrashed, heels digging into his back, but he held you down with his free arm across your hips, devouring you.
โDwayne, fuckโฆyes-โ The words dissolved into gasps as he added a third finger, stretching you open, fucking you with them in time with his tongue. Your first orgasm hit like a freight train, walls clamping down, slick flooding his hand and chin. He didnโt stop. He licked you through it, then built you right back up, fangs grazing your inner thigh just enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue.
By the time he rose over you, you were shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking your cheeks. He released your wrists only to grip your thighs, spreading you wider as he notched the thick head of his cock at your entrance.
โEyes on me,โ he ordered, voice rough. You obeyed, staring up into that dark gaze as he pushed in, slow at first, letting you feel every inch as the burn and stretch of him filled you completely. He was big, always had been, but tonight the heat made you take him easier, greedier. You clenched around him, pulling him deeper.
โMine,โ he snarled, bottoming out with a snap of his hips. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the alcove. He set a brutal pace, hips driving forward, cock dragging along every sensitive ridge inside you. Your nails raked down his back, drawing blood that only made him fuck you harder. He leaned down, fangs sinking into the mating mark on your neck. Not feeding, just claiming, and you came again with a scream, vision whiting out.
He didnโt slow as he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so you were ass-up, face pressed into the furs. He mounted you from behind, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise a human. The new angle hit deeper, his balls slapping your clit with every thrust. โThatโs it,โ he panted against your ear. โTake it. Let the heat burn out on my cock.โ
You were babbling, now lost to the rhythm of him. He reached around, fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles until you shattered a third time, pussy gushing around him. Only then did he let himself go.
His thrusts turned erratic, growls turning into snarls. The stretch was exquisite agony; you pushed back against it, milking him. โFill me,โ you gasped. โPlease, Dwayne. Need your cum-โ
He roared, burying himself to the hilt as he came. Hot pulses flooded you, thick and endless. He collapsed over your back, arms caging you in, teeth grazing your shoulder in a lazy bite. You could feel his heartbeat against your spine, slow, steady, eternal.
For a minute, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the distant crash of waves outside the cave. The heat ebbed, not gone but banked, sated for now. His cock still twitching inside you with aftershocks as he rolled you both onto your sides, spooning you protectively, one hand cupping your breast, thumb brushing your nipple.
โYou okay?โ he asked quietly, the rare softness he saved only for you threading through his voice. His lips pressed to the fresh bite on your neck, licking away the tiny trickle of blood.
You nodded, boneless and glowing. โBetter. Butโฆ itโs not over.โ The heat never was, not for days. You could already feel the next wave building, a slow coil low in your belly.
Dwayneโs chuckle vibrated against your back. โGood. Iโm not done with you either.โ He nipped your earlobe, hand sliding down to rest possessively over your mound, fingers dipping just enough to gather the mix of your slick and his cum leaking out. โGonna keep you right here. Full of me. Until the sunโs long gone and the boys are out hunting without us.โ
You shivered at the promise, grinding back against him, drawing a shared groan from both of you.
Hours blurred as he fucked you through the second wave on your back, legs over his shoulders, folding you in half so he could watch your face while he drove into you. You came screaming his name, fangs buried in his wrist as you drank from him, his blood singing through your veins, amplifying everything. Then again, against the cave wall, your legs locked around his waist while he pounded up into you, gravelly voice whispering filthy praise: Such a good little mate. So fucking tight for me. Gonna breed this heat right out of you.
By the time your heat subsided the second time, you were a messโcovered in sweat, cum, and faint streaks of blood from love bites that healed almost as fast as he made them. Dwayne carried you to the natural spring pool deeper in the cave, the one fed by underground tides. He washed you gently, big hands soaping away the evidence of your frenzy, then let you do the same to him. His cock was still half-hard, twitching under your touch, but he just kissed your temple.
โRest,โ he said, voice low. โYouโll need it. Heatโs got two more days, easy.โ
You curled against his chest in the nest afterward, his arms a steel cage around you. The distant sounds of the pack filtering backโPaulโs whoop, Markoโs teasingโmade you smile. They knew better than to come near this alcove. Dwayneโs scent was all over you now, thick and territorial, a warning no vampire would ignore.
โI love you,โ you whispered into the hollow of his throat, where his pulse beat slow and strong.
He tilted your chin up, dark eyes locking on yours with that quiet intensity that had claimed you from the start. โLove you more than blood. More than the night.โ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: dwayne x female reader
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: When your heat hits you hard one night in the cave, your mate Dwayne is more than ready to take care of his queen. Locked away in your private alcove, he spends hours claiming youโ rough, possessive, and unrelenting.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: established relationship. dwayne x female reader. she is a vampire too. she's currently in heat. reader smells good to the others. reader drinks Dwayne's blood. blood play. pussy eating. fingering. multiple reader orgasms. tears of overstimulation. unprotected sex. p in v. biting kink. scratching during sex. multiple positions. possessive talk. grinding. dirty talk. clit stimulation. creampie. aftercare.
The cave was alive with the usual chaos of the Lost Boys. Paulโs boombox blasting some thrash metal that echoed off the dripping stalactites, Markoโs laughter sharp as a blade while he tossed cards into a hat across the room, David lounging on his throne of stolen furniture like a king surveying his domain.
But you barely registered any of it tonight.
The heat had started as a low thrum under your skin hours ago, back on the boardwalk when the salt air hit your lungs, and Dwayneโs hand had brushed the small of your back.
Now it was a wildfire.
You paced the edge of the sunken fountain that served as your communal nest, fangs itching, body slick with a sheen of sweat that no vampire should ever produce.
Your mateโs scent clung to everythingโleather, smoke, and that dark, earthy musk that was pure Dwayne, and it was making it impossible to think. Youโd been turned three years ago, scooped up by the pack after a messy hunt gone wrong on the beach, but the bond with Dwayne had snapped into place the night heโd claimed you under the pier. Blood, bites, and a promise growled against your throat: Mine. Forever.
He was watching you now from the shadows near the entrance, arms crossed over his broad chest, long dark hair falling loose around his shoulders. The others had noticed too; Paulโs nostrils flared mid-laugh, Markoโs grin turned sly, but one low growl from Dwayne and they scattered like startled bats.
David just smirked, flicking ash from his cigarette. โHandle your mate, brother. She smells like sin.โ
Dwayne didnโt answer; he never needed to. He crossed the cave in three strides, his heavy boots silent on the stone, and caught you by the waist before you could pace another frantic circle. His touch was fire on your skin. You whimpered, pressing back against him instinctively, hips rolling without permission.
โEasy,โ he murmured, voice like gravel and velvet. One big hand splayed across your stomach, holding you still while the other brushed your hair aside to expose your neck. His lips ghosted over the mating mark heโd left there, two perfect punctures that never fully healed. โIโve got you.โ
The heat crashed over you harder at the contact. It wasnโt like human heat; this was vampire instinct, ancient and brutal. Your blood sang for him, core clenching around nothing, thighs already slick beneath the short leather skirt youโd worn for the boardwalk. You could feel his cock hardening against your ass, thick and insistent even through his jeans. Dwayne had always been the quiet one, the watcher, but when it came to you, he was relentless.
He spun you in his arms, lifting you effortlessly so your legs wrapped around his waist. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, nails sharp enough to draw beads of blood that healed instantly. โDwayneโฆ please. It hurts.โ
โI know, baby.โ He kissed you then, slow and deep, tongue sweeping into your mouth like he was tasting the fever on you. You moaned into it, grinding down on the bulge in his jeans, chasing friction. He tasted like the night, copper and smoke and something wild that belonged only to him.
The others were gone by the time he carried you deeper into the cave, past the main chamber and into the smaller alcove heโd claimed as yours. A nest of stolen blankets and furs waited on a raised ledge, lit by a single kerosene lantern that cast long shadows. He set you down gently, but there was nothing gentle in the way he stripped you. Your tank top ripped at the seams under his hands; the skirt was shoved up and yanked off in one motion. You were bare beneath, nipples hard, pussy glistening with need.
Dwayneโs dark eyes drank you in. โLook at you,โ he growled, shedding his own jacket, then his shirt. The lantern light carved shadows over the hard planes of his chest, the faint scars from old fights that never faded. His jeans followed, cock springing free, heavy and flushed, the head already beading with pre-cum. โAll wet and desperate for your mate.โ
You reached for him, but he caught your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. โNot yet.โ He dropped to his knees between your spread thighs, mouth hovering just over where you needed him most. His breath was cool against your overheated skin. โGonna take care of this heat first.โ
His tongue dragged up your slit in one long, slow lick, and you cried out, back arching off the furs. He groaned at your taste, sweet and sharp with the heat pheromones, and dove in like a starving man, no teasing tonight. He sucked your clit into his mouth, two thick fingers sliding into your soaked cunt without warning, curling hard against that spot that made stars explode behind your eyes. You thrashed, heels digging into his back, but he held you down with his free arm across your hips, devouring you.
โDwayne, fuckโฆyes-โ The words dissolved into gasps as he added a third finger, stretching you open, fucking you with them in time with his tongue. Your first orgasm hit like a freight train, walls clamping down, slick flooding his hand and chin. He didnโt stop. He licked you through it, then built you right back up, fangs grazing your inner thigh just enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue.
By the time he rose over you, you were shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking your cheeks. He released your wrists only to grip your thighs, spreading you wider as he notched the thick head of his cock at your entrance.
โEyes on me,โ he ordered, voice rough. You obeyed, staring up into that dark gaze as he pushed in, slow at first, letting you feel every inch as the burn and stretch of him filled you completely. He was big, always had been, but tonight the heat made you take him easier, greedier. You clenched around him, pulling him deeper.
โMine,โ he snarled, bottoming out with a snap of his hips. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the alcove. He set a brutal pace, hips driving forward, cock dragging along every sensitive ridge inside you. Your nails raked down his back, drawing blood that only made him fuck you harder. He leaned down, fangs sinking into the mating mark on your neck. Not feeding, just claiming, and you came again with a scream, vision whiting out.
He didnโt slow as he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so you were ass-up, face pressed into the furs. He mounted you from behind, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise a human. The new angle hit deeper, his balls slapping your clit with every thrust. โThatโs it,โ he panted against your ear. โTake it. Let the heat burn out on my cock.โ
You were babbling, now lost to the rhythm of him. He reached around, fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles until you shattered a third time, pussy gushing around him. Only then did he let himself go.
His thrusts turned erratic, growls turning into snarls. The stretch was exquisite agony; you pushed back against it, milking him. โFill me,โ you gasped. โPlease, Dwayne. Need your cum-โ
He roared, burying himself to the hilt as he came. Hot pulses flooded you, thick and endless. He collapsed over your back, arms caging you in, teeth grazing your shoulder in a lazy bite. You could feel his heartbeat against your spine, slow, steady, eternal.
For a minute, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the distant crash of waves outside the cave. The heat ebbed, not gone but banked, sated for now. His cock still twitching inside you with aftershocks as he rolled you both onto your sides, spooning you protectively, one hand cupping your breast, thumb brushing your nipple.
โYou okay?โ he asked quietly, the rare softness he saved only for you threading through his voice. His lips pressed to the fresh bite on your neck, licking away the tiny trickle of blood.
You nodded, boneless and glowing. โBetter. Butโฆ itโs not over.โ The heat never was, not for days. You could already feel the next wave building, a slow coil low in your belly.
Dwayneโs chuckle vibrated against your back. โGood. Iโm not done with you either.โ He nipped your earlobe, hand sliding down to rest possessively over your mound, fingers dipping just enough to gather the mix of your slick and his cum leaking out. โGonna keep you right here. Full of me. Until the sunโs long gone and the boys are out hunting without us.โ
You shivered at the promise, grinding back against him, drawing a shared groan from both of you.
Hours blurred as he fucked you through the second wave on your back, legs over his shoulders, folding you in half so he could watch your face while he drove into you. You came screaming his name, fangs buried in his wrist as you drank from him, his blood singing through your veins, amplifying everything. Then again, against the cave wall, your legs locked around his waist while he pounded up into you, gravelly voice whispering filthy praise: Such a good little mate. So fucking tight for me. Gonna breed this heat right out of you.
By the time your heat subsided the second time, you were a messโcovered in sweat, cum, and faint streaks of blood from love bites that healed almost as fast as he made them. Dwayne carried you to the natural spring pool deeper in the cave, the one fed by underground tides. He washed you gently, big hands soaping away the evidence of your frenzy, then let you do the same to him. His cock was still half-hard, twitching under your touch, but he just kissed your temple.
โRest,โ he said, voice low. โYouโll need it. Heatโs got two more days, easy.โ
You curled against his chest in the nest afterward, his arms a steel cage around you. The distant sounds of the pack filtering backโPaulโs whoop, Markoโs teasingโmade you smile. They knew better than to come near this alcove. Dwayneโs scent was all over you now, thick and territorial, a warning no vampire would ignore.
โI love you,โ you whispered into the hollow of his throat, where his pulse beat slow and strong.
He tilted your chin up, dark eyes locking on yours with that quiet intensity that had claimed you from the start. โLove you more than blood. More than the night.โ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: bo sinclair x female reader
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: You and your boyfriend stumble into the cursed town of Ambrose. As you flee from the Sinclair brothers, your boyfriend's cowardice reaches its peak resulting in his betrayal. Impressed by your fire and refusal to break, Bo decides you're worth keeping and survival blurs into something dangerously intimate.
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐: 1.6k
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: graphic violence and gore. implied and depicted murder. physical assault during chase and confrontation. betrayal. emotional abuse. kidnapping/captivity themes. stalking/possessive/yandere behavior. dark romance. profanity. sexual tension. general horror elements.
The air in Ambrose hung thick with the scent of decay and melted wax, a ghost town frozen in time under the relentless Louisiana sun. You and your boyfriend, Jake, had stumbled upon it by accidentโor so it seemed.
Your car had broken down miles back, and the detour signs led you here, to this eerie place where the streets were empty, the buildings sagged like weary sentinels, and the only signs of life were the unnervingly lifelike wax figures staring out from shop windows.
At first, it was just unsettling. The House of Wax museum at the center of town drew you in with its macabre charm, but as you wandered deeper, the truth clawed its way to the surface. Those weren't statues. They were peopleโreal people, preserved in eternal agony, their skin coated in wax like some twisted artist's masterpiece.
And the brothers... God, the brothers. Vincent, the masked giant with his silent, predatory grace, and Bo, the charming mechanic with eyes that gleamed like oil slicks, hiding a venomous soul.
You realized too late when Vincent appeared from the shadows, his wax-covered blades glinting. Panic exploded as you grabbed Jake's hand and ran, hearts pounding, feet slapping against cracked pavement as you darted through alleyways and abandoned houses. Bo's laughter echoed behind you, a low, mocking drawl that sent chills racing down your spine. "Y'all ain't goin' nowhere!" he called, his voice laced with amusement, like this was just a game to him.
Your lungs burned as you sprinted toward the edge of town, but Ambrose was a trapโa labyrinth designed to ensnare. Every turn led back inward, toward the museum, toward them. Vincent's heavy footsteps thudded in the distance, closing in like a noose. Jake's grip on your hand tightened, his face pale and slick with sweat. "We gotta split up," he gasped, but you shook your head fiercely.
"No, we stick together!"
But the choice wasn't yours. You turned a corner into a dead-end alley behind the church, trash bins and rusted fences blocking the way. Bo stepped out from the shadows ahead, his shotgun slung casually over one shoulder, a smirk twisting his handsome features. Vincent loomed at the alley's mouth, blocking retreat, his breathing ragged through that grotesque mask.
"Well, well," Bo drawled, his Southern accent thick as molasses, eyes raking over you both with predatory interest. "Looks like the party's over, darlin'. You two lovebirds done runnin'?"
Jake shoved you behind him, his voice trembling. "Stay back! We don't want trouble!"
Bo chuckled, advancing slowly, his boots scraping the gravel. "Oh, sugar, trouble's already found ya. Ain't no leavin' Ambrose once you're here. But hey, maybe we can make a deal. I got a soft spot for pretty things." His gaze lingered on you, dark and hungry, making your skin crawl.
You pressed against the fence, heart hammering. "Jake, we have to fight," you whispered urgently, scanning for anythingโa loose board, a rock. But Jake's eyes darted wildly, his bravery crumbling like dry wax.
Bo raised the shotgun, not aiming yet, just toying. "Last chance. Drop to your knees, or we do this the hard way."
In a blur of motion, Jake spun, grabbing your arms. For a split second, you thought he was pulling you close, protecting you. But no, his shove was brutal, propelling you straight toward Bo.
You stumbled, crashing into the killer's chest, his arms instinctively wrapping around you to steadyโor capture.
"Take her!" Jake yelled, his voice cracking with desperation. "Just take her! Let me go!"
Time froze. Bo's grip tightened, his body warm and solid against yours, smelling of motor oil and faint cologne. You twisted, staring at Jake in disbelief as he bolted past Vincent, who didn't moveโperhaps stunned, or maybe just amused. Jake disappeared around the corner, his footsteps fading into the distance.
"You son of a bitch!" you screamed, rage boiling over, hot tears stinging your eyes. Betrayed and sacrificed like a lamb to buy his cowardice a few more minutes. You thrashed in Bo's hold, nails raking his arms, but he held fast, his laugh rumbling through his chest.
"Whoa there, easy, darlin'." Bo's voice was low, teasing, his breath hot against your ear. "Looks like your knight in shinin' armor just threw you to the wolves. Damn, that's cold. Even I ain't that heartless." He spun you around to face him, one hand cupping your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes sparkled with dark humor, and his lips curled in a smirk that revealed straight white teeth. "What kinda man leaves his girl behind? Bet he didn't even say goodbye."
"Fuck you," you spat, shoving at his chest, but he didn't budge. Vincent shifted nearby, a low grunt escaping his mask, but Bo waved him off.
"Nah, brother, I got this one." Bo's smirk widened. "She's feisty. Kinda like it." He glanced in the direction Jake had fled, then back to you. "Tell ya what, sugar. You wanna go after him? Settle the score? I got somethin' for ya." He reached behind his back, pulling a hunting knife from his belt, the blade wickedly sharp, stained with old blood. He held it out hilt-first, not expecting you to take it, just mocking your fury. "Go on. Take it. Chase that yellow-bellied bastard down. I'll even give ya a head start."
Your blood roared in your ears. Without hesitation, you snatched the knife, the weight familiar and empowering in your palm. Bo's eyebrows shot up, genuine surprise flickering across his face before it melted into intrigue.
"Damn," he murmured, stepping back with hands raised in mock surrender. "Alright then. Go get 'im, tiger."
You didn't wait. Rage propelled you forward, past Vincent, who stepped aside without protest, and out of the alley. Jake couldn't have gotten far; his betrayal was fresh, his fear making him sloppy. You sprinted down the main street, knife gripped tight, the town's waxen inhabitants watching silently from their perches.
Jake, in a clumsy panic, had knocked over a barrel near the gas station and had stopped for a breather, seemingly under the impression that Bo had taken his offer.
"Jake!" you bellowed, voice raw with fury. He glanced back, eyes widening in terror as he saw you closing in, blade flashing in the sunlight.
"Oh shit, wait, baby, I didn't meanโ"
You tackled him, the impact sending you both tumbling to the ground in a tangle of limbs. He fought back, grabbing your wrist, but your anger fueled you. "You sacrificed me!" you snarled, kneeing him in the gut. He gasped, winded, and you wrenched free, pressing the knife to his throat just enough to draw a thin line of blood. "You pushed me into his arms like I was nothing!"
"I'm sorry! I panicked! Pleaseโ"
Bo's voice cut through the air, slow-clapping as he approached, Vincent trailing behind like a shadow. "Well, I'll be damned. Look at that fire." He stopped a few feet away, arms crossed, that smirk back in place, but his eyes held something new: admiration, maybe even desire.
Jake whimpered beneath you, but Bo ignored him, focused solely on you. "You got more guts than he ever did, darlin'. Hell, I think I'm in love."
You glanced up, breathing hard, the knife still poised. Bo's gaze locked with yours, intense and unyielding. A shiver ran through you, not entirely from fear. There was a twisted allure in his confidence, in the way he looked at you like you were a prize worth claiming.
Bo chuckled, stepping closer. "We should finish this little reunion." He nodded at Jake. "You wanna do the honors, or should I?"
Your mind raced. Jake's betrayal stung deep, but killing him? That line blurred in the heat of the moment. Yet Ambrose's rules were clear: no one left alive. You hesitated, and Bo saw it. Gently, he pried the knife from your fingers, his touch lingering. "Easy, sugar. I got ya."
In one fluid motion, he hauled Jake up by the collar, dragging him toward the museum. Jake begged, blubbering apologies, but Bo silenced him with a backhand. "Shut up. You had your chance." Vincent moved in, restraining Jake with ease, his masked face impassive.
You stood watching as they hauled him away. Part of you wanted to run, to escape this nightmare, but where? The town was a cage, and deep down, a darker curiosity stirred.
Bo turned back, extending a hand. "C'mon, darlin'. Let's get you cleaned up. Ambrose could use a queen like you."
You stared at his hand, callused and strong. The rational part of you screamed to fight, to flee. But rage and adrenaline whispered otherwise.
Slowly, you took it, his fingers closing around yours possessively.
As you walked toward his house, Bo's arm slipped around your waist, pulling you close. "Knew you were special the moment I saw ya," he murmured, lips brushing your ear. "Ain't lettin' you go now."
The sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the wax figures, soon to be joined by a new addition. Jake's screams echoed from the basement, but you didn't flinch. In Ambrose, survival meant adapting, and with Bo's dark gaze on you, promising protection and passion twisted with peril, you wondered if this was escape or entrapment. Either way, you were his now.
Bo led you inside, his touch igniting a spark you couldn't ignore. The door creaked shut behind you, sealing your fate in wax and desire.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Reader
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: Youโre just trying to buy a cute pendant from a flirty boardwalk vendor when the boys decide no one gets to look at you like that. They circle you like a living wall of leather and bad decisionsโbecause youโre theirs, and they love you loudly. Jealousy looks stupidly hot on all four of themโฆ and honestly? Youโre not even mad about it.
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐: 1.8k
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: possessive behavior. polyamory. jealousy.
mild intimidation. territorial themes. dark romance. fluff with possessive vibes.
The warm summer night in Santa Carla wrapped around you like a familiar embrace, the air thick with the scent of saltwater, fried dough, and distant bonfires. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the crowds milling aboutโtourists laughing, kids chasing each other with cotton candy in hand, and the occasional shadowy figure lurking in the alleys.
You loved this place; it was chaotic, alive, and utterly yours. Or rather, it was theirsโthe Lost Boys'. And by extension, yours too.
You'd been with them for months now, ever since that fateful night when David had first locked eyes with you under the Ferris wheel, his smirk promising danger and delight in equal measure. It hadn't taken long for the others to follow suit: Paul's wild energy pulling you into endless nights of laughter, Marko's playful teasing making you feel seen, Dwayne's quiet strength grounding you when the world spun too fast.
They were a package deal, these four vampires, and you'd fallen hard into their web. Possessive? Absolutely. But it was a possession born of fierce love, not control. They let you roam free, knowing you'd always come back to them. Still, jealousy simmered just beneath the surface, especially when outsiders got too close.
Tonight, you were wandering a bit ahead of the pack, drawn to a colorful stall selling handmade jewelryโsilver chains glinting under string lights, beaded bracelets in every hue. The vendor was a young guy, maybe in his early twenties, with sun-bleached hair and an easygoing smile that screamed "surfer dude." He caught your eye as you picked up a delicate necklace with a moon-shaped pendant.
"That's one of my favorites," he said, leaning over the counter with a grin. "Hand-carved from abalone shell. Suits someone with your vibeโmysterious, you know?"
You chuckled, holding it up to the light. "Mysterious? That's a new one. Usually, people just call me 'that girl with the scary guys.' How much?"
He waved a hand dismissively. "For you? Fifteen bucks. But tell me, what's a girl like you doing out here alone? Boardwalk can get rough after dark."
"Oh, I'm not alone," you replied lightly, fishing for cash in your pocket. It was innocent enough, small talk to pass the time while you browsed. But as you glanced up, you felt it: that prickling awareness on the back of your neck. They were watching.
The boys had been lingering nearby, sprawled out on a bench like kings surveying their kingdom. Paul was mid-joke, probably something crude about the latest horror flick playing at the drive-in, when his laughter cut off abruptly. His blue eyes narrowed, zeroing in on you and the vendor. Marko, ever the firecracker, straightened up, his wild curls seeming to bristle like a cat's fur. Dwayne's broad shoulders tensed, his dark gaze turning stormy as he crossed his arms over his chest. And Davidโoh, David. His usual cool demeanor cracked just a fraction, that platinum hair catching the light as his smile sharpened into something predatory, like a blade unsheathed.
They didn't rush over. No, that wasn't their style. Not yet. Instead, they began to drift, casual as shadows lengthening at dusk. Paul sauntered first, hands in his pockets, but his usual grin was gone, replaced by a pout that bordered on sulky. Marko followed, tossing his hair back with exaggerated nonchalance, though you could see the way his fingers twitched, itching for action. Dwayne moved like a panther, silent and deliberate, his presence alone enough to make the air feel heavier. David brought up the rear, gloves creaking softly as he flexed his hands.
You were still chatting with the vendor, now about the best spots for night surfing, of all things, when you sensed them closing in. The stall suddenly felt smaller, the space around you shrinking as the four of them formed a loose circle, their bodies a living barrier between you and the rest of the world.
The vendor's words trailed off mid-sentence. His easy smile faltered as he looked up, realizing he was now surrounded by four very intense men. They weren't glaring outrightโnothing so obviousโbut the energy they radiated was unmistakable. Possessive. Territorial. Like wolves staking claim on their territory.
David stepped in closest, his hand sliding onto your hip with casual possession, fingers curling just enough to pull you a fraction toward him. The touch was light, but it sent a shiver through you, a reminder of the nights you'd spent tangled in their arms, their fangs grazing your skin in ways that blurred pain and pleasure.
"She's busy," David said simply, his voice smooth as silk but edged with steel. His eyes never left the vendor's, that sharp smile widening just enough to show a hint of fangโsubtle, but there if you knew where to look.
The poor guy stammered, his face paling under the neon glow. "Uh, yeah, sure, man. No problem. Enjoy the necklace." He backed away hastily, nearly knocking over a display of earrings in his rush to busy himself with another customer who didn't exist.
You turned to face the four of them, arms crossed over your chest, trying to suppress a smile. "Really? He was just being nice."
Paul threw his hands up dramatically, his pout deepening into something almost comical. "Nice? Babe, he was totally flirting! Did you see the way he leaned in? 'Mysterious vibe', please. That's code for 'I wanna get in your pants.'"
Marko snorted, leaning against the stall's edge with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "You're too cute for your own good, you know that? Not our fault, we have to chase off the strays. What if he tried something?"
Dwayne didn't say much; he rarely did in these moments, but he stepped closer, his hand brushing your arm in a gentle contrast to the tension in his jaw. "We... didn't like it," he murmured, his voice low and rumbling, like thunder on the horizon. His dark eyes met yours, and you saw the flicker of vulnerability there, hidden beneath the possessiveness. They were immortal, powerful, but when it came to you, they were achingly human-like in their fears.
David's grip on your hip tightened just a touch before relaxing, his other hand coming up to tilt your chin toward him. "If he'd touched you, I'dโ" He paused as you shot him a warning look, those piercing blue eyes of his sparkling with mischief. "โI would have politely asked him to reconsider his life choices."
You couldn't help it; laughter bubbled out of you, breaking the tension like a wave crashing on the shore. The sound seemed to melt them instantly. Paul's pout vanished, replaced by his infectious grin as he slung an arm around your shoulders. Marko chuckled, ruffling your hair affectionately. Dwayne's shoulders relaxed, a small smile tugging at his lips. Even David softened, his sharp edges dulling as he pressed a cool kiss to your forehead.
"You're impossible, all of you," you said, shaking your head. But there was no real annoyance in your voice, only fondness. Being with them meant navigating this dance of jealousy and love, and truthfully, it thrilled you. They weren't trying to cage you; they just loved you loudly, fiercely, in a way that made the world feel a little less lonely.
The boardwalk buzzed around you, oblivious to the little drama that had unfolded. Paul tugged you toward the Ferris wheel, his energy bouncing back like a rubber band. "C'mon, let's ride this thing before Marko starts whining about being hungry."
"I'm always hungry," Marko shot back, falling into step beside you. "But for once, it's not blood I'm cravingโfunnel cake?"
Dwayne walked on your other side, his hand finding yours in a quiet claim. David lingered behind, watching over the group like the leader he was, but you felt his gaze on you, warm despite his calm demeanor.
As the night wore on, you found yourself sandwiched between them on the Ferris wheel, the city lights sprawling out below like a sea of stars. Paul's head rested on your shoulder, Marko chattering about some prank he wanted to pull on the local surfers. Dwayne's arm was around your waist, steady and sure. David sat across, his knee brushing yours, that possessive spark still in his eyes but tempered now with contentment.
"You know we don't mean to smother you," David said quietly, when the others were distracted by the view. "It's just... you're ours. And we're yours. Seeing someone else look at you like that, it stirs things up."
You reached out, lacing your fingers with his. "I get it. And honestly? It's kind of hot when you all get like that. As long as you don't actually hurt anyone."
He smirked, bringing your hand to his lips for a kiss that lingered a beat too long. "Deal. Polite reconsiderations only."
The wheel creaked to a stop at the top, the wind whipping through your hair. Down below, the vendor's stall was a tiny speck, forgotten already. Up here, with them, you felt untouchableโloved in a way that was wild, eternal, and just a little dangerous.
Later, as the boys led you toward the cave, promises of a quieter night whispering in your ear, you reflected on how far you'd come from a lone wanderer on the boardwalk to the center of their world. Jealousy might look good on them, but belonging? That felt even better.
The cave welcomed you like an old friend, the dim torchlight flickering over the makeshift beds and scattered treasures they'd collected over the years. Paul immediately cranked up the boombox, blasting some hair metal anthem that had Marko headbanging in seconds. Dwayne busied himself with lighting more candles, casting a golden glow that softened the space's rough edges.
You collapsed onto the pile of blankets that served as your shared nest, the necklace still clutched in your hand. "You guys didn't have to scare him off so fast. I was about to haggle the price down."
David chuckled, shedding his coat and joining you, his body cool against yours as he pulled you into his lap. "Next time, we'll let you handle it. Maybe."
Paul flopped down beside you, nuzzling into your neck with exaggerated affection. "Or we could just intimidate him into giving you everything for free. Problem solved!"
Marko joined the pile, sprawling out with his head on your thigh. "Tempting. But where's the fun in that? I like watching her work her magic."
Dwayne settled in last, his presence a calming anchor as he draped an arm over Paul. The five of you tangled together like puzzle pieces, the earlier jealousy forgotten in the warmth of your bond.
As the music faded into the background, replaced by the distant crash of waves, you let yourself drift. They were possessive, yesโjealous guardians in leather and fangs. But they were also yours, heart and soul.
๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐ฒ | A peaceful town in Indiana turns into a bloodbath when a deadly threat haunts the town. The resident teenagers are terrorized by a masked killer, which begins to tear at the fabric of an otherwise-peaceful community ending in bloody pieces of innocent lives scattered around the small town of Hawkins.
Kimberly and her friends have to navigate their lives while trying to survive the murderous Ghostface killer who seems intent on killing them all but is the killer someone they already know?โฆ
The Wheeler house stood quiet under the blanket of night, its familiar suburban facade hiding the storm of paranoia brewing inside. Nancy and Jonathan had claimed the living room as their makeshift detective headquarters, the coffee table cluttered with notebooks, newspaper clippings, and a large corkboard propped against the wall.
Red twine crisscrossed the board like veins, connecting photos and scribbled notes in a web of suspicion. Nancy, ever the aspiring journalist, paced back and forth, her sharp eyes scanning the board as if it held the key to unlocking the nightmare that had descended on Hawkins.
Jonathan sat on the edge of the couch, rubbing his temples. The two had been at it for hours, piecing together theories about Chrissy's brutal murder and the attempt on Kimberly's life.
Nancy was still rattled by Kimberly's breakdown at school earlier that dayโthe way her friend had screamed awake from some invisible horror. She wanted answers, needed them, like Nancy Drew chasing a phantom clue.
"Okay, so what do Chrissy Cunningham and Kimberly have in common?" Nancy asked, stopping mid-stride to face Jonathan. She tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear, her brow furrowed in concentration.
They both pondered, the silence broken only by the faint tick of the wall clock. Chrissy and Kimberly had been inseparable best friends, but beyond that? No shared clubs, no overlapping social circles. They didn't even have common enemiesโat least, none that jumped out. Nothing tied them together except...
"I think the obvious would be Carver," Jonathan said, leaning forward. His voice was steady, but there was an edge to it, a quiet anger.
Nancy nodded, her mind racing. "I thought that too, but there was just something about his attitude at lunch. He thinks Eddie Munson killed Chrissy, and he seemed soโ"
"Douchey. Asshole-ish," Jonathan finished, smirking faintly despite the gravity. "Come on, Nance, he threatened Kimberly in front of us."
"No... honest," Nancy insisted, shaking her head. "He truly believes Eddie had something to do with Chrissy's death. But maybe he's just good at acting."
She sighed, turning back to the poster board. Jason Carver's yearbook photo stared back at her from the center, his smug grin mocking their efforts.
Red twine radiated from him like spokes on a wheel, linking to Chrissy's picture, Kimberly's, and scattered notes: "Jealous ex?" "Threats?" "Alibi?" Nancy's fingers traced one of the strings, her mind replaying the day's events.
"I spoke to Eddie Munson today, after Kimberly left school," she said. "He said he was with her studying, and that Kimmy had been on the phone with Chrissy. They were talking about Jason. Eddie was under the impression that Kimberly had managed to talk Chrissy into leaving him."
Jonathan's eyes widened. "Wow. So that has to be it, right? We all know what Jason is like with Chrissy; he'd be angry if he thought she was dumping him. Then to find out it was Kimberly who helped?"
He reached for a spool of red twine on the table, cut a length, and pinned it between Jason's photo and Kimberly's. The board looked even more damning now, a visual indictment of the basketball star everyone whispered about. But Nancy wasn't convincedโnot entirely. There were holes, inconsistencies that nagged at her.
Nancy leaned against the couch, rubbing her temples. "The police are dragging their feet. They say it's too early to accuse anyone, but come on. The way Chrissy was... mutilated. It screams personal. Jason's the only one who fits."
She glances at the board again, and other than Jason's picture, there was one of Billy Hargrove, but he didn't have any red twine coming from his picture.
"I mean, the police did arrest Billy, but there's nothing that connects him to this," she continued, crossing her arms. "He saved Kimberly. Why would a killer try to save their victim?"
Before Jonathan could respond, the lights flickered and died, plunging the room into darkness. The hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen cut off abruptly, leaving only the distant chirp of crickets outside.
Jonathan groaned. "Fuse box again?"
Nancy shrugged, fumbling in a drawer for a flashlight. She clicked it on, the beam cutting through the shadows like a knife.
"I got it. I'll be right back." Jonathan said, taking the light from her. He gave her a reassuring smile before heading downstairs, his footsteps echoing on the wooden stairs.
Nancy stayed upstairs, lighting a few candles scattered around the room. Their flames danced, casting eerie glows on the corkboard. Jason's face flickered in the firelight, his eyes seeming to follow her. She stared at it, lost in thought, piecing together the puzzle. A beat passedโtoo long. No lights came back on, and Jonathan didn't return.
Then, just as she frowned, the lights buzzed back to life, flooding the house with harsh fluorescence.
"They're on!" Nancy called out, her voice echoing down the hall. "Jonathan?" No answer. She peered down the hallway, straining to hear any sign of himโfootsteps, a door closing. Nothing.
"Stop, that's not funny," she said, a hint of irritation masking the unease creeping in.
The phone rangโa shrill, insistent trill that shattered the silence. Nancy flinched, her heart leaping in fear. She picked up the receiver on the third ring, her voice cautious. "Hello?"
A pause, then a voiceโdeep, distorted, like gravel through a filter. "Hello, Nancy."
She froze, grip tightening. "Who is this?"
"Who's this?" the voice mocked, a low chuckle following. "You tell me."
Nancy's eyes darted to the windows, curtains open, but she couldn't make anything outside through the darkness. "I don't know who you are. What do you want?"
"To talk. You like solving mysteries, don't you? That pinboard of yours, very Nancy Drew."
Her blood ran cold. How did they know about the pinboard? She edged toward the window, peeking out. The yard was empty, shadows pooling under the trees. "This isn't funny. Hang up, or I'm calling the police."
The voice just laughs tauntingly, "They'd never make it to you in time."
She slammed the phone down, heart hammering. But it rang again almost immediately, insistent and mocking. She stared at it, willing it to stop, but curiosityโor fearโwon out. She picked up. "Leave me alone!"
"Wrong answer," the voice purred. "You hang up on me again, and your boyfriend pays the price."
Nancy's blood ran cold. "Jonathan? What have you done to him?"
"Nothing... yet. He's just checking the fuses, right? But let's make this interesting. A little game. Answer my questions correctly, and maybe he walks away. Get them wrong... well, you know how these stories end."
She glanced toward the basement doorโstill shut, no sound from below. "You're bluffing."
"Am I? Turn on the back light, Nancy. See for yourself."
Her hand trembled as she flipped the switch by the door. The porch flooded with light, revealing the backyardโand there, slumped in a patio chair, was Jonathan. Bound with duct tape, a gag in his mouth, his eyes wide with terror. Blood trickled from a gash on his forehead.
Nancy gasped, dropping the phone for a split second before snatching it back. "You bastard! Let him go!"
"Not until we play," the voice said, calm as ever. "Question one: Who killed Chrissy Cunningham?"
Tears stung her eyes as she stared at Jonathan through the glass door. He struggled against his bonds, muffled pleas escaping. "Jason... Jason Carver."
"Question two: What's the one rule you never break in a horror movie?"
"Don't... don't split up?" Nancy guessed, her mind scrambling.
"Close, but no. Never say 'I'll be right back.' Because you won't."
The line went dead. Nancy dropped the phone, fumbling with the door lock. She burst outside, racing to Jonathan. "I'm coming! Hold on!"
She tore at the ropes, her fingers slick with sweat. Jonathan's muffled warnings grew frantic, his head shaking wildly. "What? What is it?"
A rustle behind her. She spunโjust in time to see the Ghostface mask emerge from the shadows, knife raised high. Nancy screamed, dodging the slash that whistled past her ear. She grabbed a lawn chair and swung it wildly, but the killer was faster and stronger.
Jonathan thrashed, trying to break free, but the killer lunged, plunging the knife into his chest. Blood sprayed as Jonathan's eyes bulged in shock. A gurgling cry escaped his gag as he slumped forward.
"No! Jonathan!" Nancy wailed, backing away. She turned to run, but the killer was on her, grabbing her hair and yanking her back. She fought, nails raking at the mask, until the knife sliced across her arm, hot pain exploding.
She broke free, stumbling toward the house, but the killer tackled her to the grass. The mask loomed over her, emotionless and white. "Please... why us? " she gasped.
"You got too close," the voice rasped, distorted even up close.
The knife descendedโonce, twice, three times. Nancy's screams echoed into the night, fading to wet gasps as blood pooled beneath her. The killer stood, wiping the blade on its robe, then vanished into the darkness.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: Poly!Lost Boys x Female OC
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: Nineteen-year-old thief and drifter Izora Meza has spent her life taking what she needs and never staying long enough to get attached. But when a late-night exploration of an abandoned cave on the Santa Carla cliffs leads her to a mysterious bottle of crimson liquid, everything changes.
Suddenly plagued by an insatiable hunger, heightened senses, and dreams that feel all too real, Izora finds herself drawn into the orbit of four dangerously charming vampires who call the cave home. They know exactly what sheโs becomingโand they have no intention of letting her go.
What starts as survival quickly turns into something deeper: desire, belonging, and the intoxicating pull of eternal night. But surrendering to the pack means leaving her humanity behind forever.
In the murder capital of the world, love bitesโฆ and it might just bite back.
๐๐๐๐๐๐. 18+
๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: Graphic violence and blood/gore, Blood drinking and feeding scenes, Explicit sexual content, Themes of addiction and loss of humanity, Stalking/predatory behavior, Mild drug and alcohol use, Strong language.
Please read at your own discretion. Tags will be updated per chapter as needed.
They stopped almost in unison.
The air was wrong.
Markoโs head snapped up, nostrils flaring. โSomeoneโs been here.โ
Paulโs lazy grin faded. He inhaled deeply. โGirl. Smellsโฆ fuck, she smells good.โ
Dwayne moved silently through the space, dark eyes scanning. He crouched by the couch, brushed fingers over the cushions still warm from a body. โNot long ago.โ
Davidโs gaze swept the roomโdrawers left slightly ajar, blankets disturbed. His expression stayed cool, but something predatory flickered behind the pale blue.
Then Dwayne straightened, holding up the broken crystal bottle. Shards glinted in his palm, the last drops of blood-wine staining his skin crimson.
David took it. Turned it slowly. A slow, sharp smile curved his mouth.
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Hiii I love your stories so much! Really appreciate the tlb content, and was wondering if you'd ever do any yandere headcanons? Take care of yourself! :)
Hi, thank you!
Yes I do write yandere stuff too, I actually love the yandere trope and think it's fun to write.
You take care too!
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