Chapters: 3/10
Fandom: The Lost Boys (Movies), The Lost Boys - Hoch/Hornsby/The Rescues, Fright Night (1985), Bit (2019)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: David/Michael Emerson (Lost Boys), Izzy/Laurel (Bit), Past David/Star, Star/Supernova, Charley Brewster/Sam Emerson, Past Michael/Star
Additional Tags: Crossover, longfic, Gaslighting, Curses, monster hunting, Reunions, substance use, Everyone Has a Past, It's Free Character, Trans Allan Frog, Trans Marko, characters with disabilities, Vampires Have Weird Freaky Sex And Are Generally Poly, PTSD, Canon Trans Character, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Ensemble Cast, COVID-19, The authors sift through several decades of trauma using vampires, Period Typical Bigotry, Discussion of suicidal ideation, hey these characters all get origin stories now, aroace character
Series: Part 1 of The Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up
Summary:
In the Summer of 2020, Michael Emerson is headed to Los Angeles to hunt vampires. On his way down the coast, he stops off in Santa Carla and reopens old wounds.
In the Summer of 2020, Laurel's inherited clan of vampire girls are trying to figure out how to stay un-alive without killing anyone, and their former leader Duke is not happy about being imprisoned.
In the Summer of 2020, Charley Brewster is about to find out that half of the assumptions he's made about how his life works are incorrect.
Everyone has a past; vampires have more than most. And the scars left behind can change everything.
Musical/movie canon fusion + The Lost Boys-centric
Updates every other Monday; next update July 6, 2026
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Chapter 3 is now up! This time, as everyone digs deeper into their own mysteries, what is unearthed (literally and metaphorically) begins to explain the connections between them. Vampires' pasts are long.
Summary: “Joel,” you laughed again, shaking your head, “Ben is gay. We’re just friends.”
Joel’s jaw dropped, both relieved and surprised as he mumbled, “What?”
Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Fluff. Smut. Unprotected PIV. Overstimulation. Oral (Both F and M receiving) Plus Size Insecurities. Reader is self conscious nude, and Joel being the absolute gentleman.
AN: @michele131 Oh my darling, after the good news you have shared with me recently, this is as good as any time to release the third and final part of your request. I hope you enjoy the read ❤️.
Riding back to Jackson after a rather interesting patrol with Joel, his kiss apparently had a lasting effect on you. Your panties were damp with arousal and there was a hankering desire to kiss him again lingering in the air. You’ve gone from hating Joel to wanting him in the most intimate ways in such a short period of time.
The cycle of emotions was moving fast, a little too fast, and Joel could sense something was off. Mistaking your silence for hesitancy, he didn’t want to take any more than what he already has. The man knows he had treated you unfairly as of late, and even though it was an effort to stop himself from falling head over heels for a woman that he thought was spoken for, it didn’t work as effectively as he hoped it would. He still wants you, still thinks about burying his head between your legs as you mewl his name. Sampling a kiss on your lips today has opened up a deeper, stronger need for more. But the question is, is it too late?
After reaching the gates of Jackson and putting the horses away, you stopped to face him with a look of uncertainty on your face, clouding his better judgment of the situation. Watching you open your mouth to say something but couldn’t quite spit it out as you closed it, he was starting to believe that it was too late until you took two calculated steps forward and reached for his shoulders. Instantly reaching out for you too, the man perched one hand to your hip and his other against the side of your face. The gap closed quickly and your lips were sealed on his, kissing him with desperation. The sound of a needy breath escaping you immediately made his cock stiffen in his slacks. Whether or not you intended for that reaction, he watched your eyes spring open with a moan when you clearly felt his dick pressing into your lower stomach, and then you tilted your head to the side, closing your eyes once more and deepening the kiss.
Publicly kissing in this manner felt immoral, like any minute now someone is going to come along and tell you both to get a room. And that made you even more aroused. Even more aroused when his hand on your hip lowered to your ass with a bruising squeeze to the flesh. Joel was horny too. There was no doubt about that. If his boner poking into your stomach didn’t already give it away, then the way he was groping your ass and growling into your mouth certainly was. He was feral, eager to touch your most private areas and the thought of him acting this way for you, made you weak in the knees. “Joel.” You whimpered, breaking off the kiss reluctantly. “We’re making out like we’re ready to fuck each other, and we’re in public.”
“I’m sorry sweetheart.” Joel apologized with a bashful smile. However, he took his hand firmly in yours and started walking. “Let’s go somewhere more private.” Holy shit. Your eyes widened as you nodded to the man. I’m about to have sex with Joel Miller.
It didn’t take you long to piece together where he was taking you after bypassing your house and entering a quieter area just past the cemetery. You approached a fancier home, much bigger than the one you have and the front porch was decorated with a wind chime, tables and chairs. It was Joel’s house. Letting go of your hand momentarily to unlock his front door, the man swiftly took your hand again once it was open and brought you inside. “Can I get you anything, darlin’?” He asks, leading you into the lounge.
Shaking your head no, you kicked your shoes and removed your jacket before leaning in to kiss him again. Hands landing on your hips once more, this time he didn’t fight back the urge to pull you into him as he rolled his hips forward and pressed his erect member into your plush stomach. The man bent his knees, grabbing handfuls of your ass to lift you up a little higher and the action made you panic. “Joel! No, I’m too heavy.”
“Is that right?” He retorts, bending his knees again but this time lifting you off the floor completely and wrapping your legs around his back. You couldn’t look at him, couldn’t bear to look at him struggling to carry you but he demanded that you open your eyes. “Let me see your eyes, beautiful.”
Opening up your eyes as you gripped his shoulders, Joel’s face softened into a smile as he closed the gap and kissed your lips again. Then he moved. Still kissing you and groaning into your mouth too, the man moved towards the stairs and walked up with ease. Surprisingly feeling light in his arms, you practically floated to his bedroom before he slowly lowered you to his bed. “Joel.” You moaned from his touch, but held your hands over his when he reached for your shirt.
“Too much, darlin? You want me to take it slow?” Joel cringes, worrying that he is rushing you into this, but when you shook your head with a certain look of sadness in your eyes, the man moved to lay between your legs. He brushed the hair away from your eyes, planting a kiss to your lips once before reassuring you. “Just focus on me, baby. Okay?”
While he slowly lifted your shirt over your head, you closed your eyes. You didn’t want to see the look of disappointment in his eyes, but much to your surprise, you felt a pair of lips on the tops of your breasts followed by careful hands fondling them. “Look at me, baby.” Joel whispers softly between a trail of kisses down your body, stopping just below your belly button. “Open your eyes and look at me, babydoll.”
Opening your eyes again and looking down at him, you were met with two brown orbs of pure desire. His eyes fully expanded, like he was high on some drug and the man smiled when kissing your skin again, his lips admiring your body with a thousand unspoken words. “Jesus, I want to hear you fall apart for me, darlin.” Joel growls, unzipping your jeans while maintaining your eye contact for any signs of uncertainty and when he gets none, he continues to pull your pants and underwear off your legs. Your hands however, moved to cover your stomach. Kneeling onto the floor and lifting your legs over his shoulders, he looked up at you and held his hands at your sides. “Hold my hands, babydoll and stop covering yourself up in front of me.”
Looking at his open palms, the invitation to hold him while he eats you out was sweet and genuine, sweet enough for you to move your hands and interlock your fingers between his. You gulped back your fears of showing yourself like this, so open and bare before his very eyes, where he could see every inch of your vulnerability, but Joel took care of that vulnerability like it was a precious jewel. Kissing your inner thighs softly, he still looked you in the eyes with a smile on his lips. “You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He says with a serious tone, unblinking his eyes. “So fucking beautiful, sweetheart. You hear me?”
Hearing the man shudder when he finally broke his gaze to look at your pussy, he licked his lips and exhaled carefully before looking back into your eyes again. “You’re going to know how beautiful you are when I’m done with you, girl.” The last words he muttered before burying his mouth and chin into your glistening folds with a deeply satisfying grunt, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and his hands squeezing yours.
“Oh shit.” You whimper. Arching your back off the bed upon feeling the touch of his tongue delving into your quivering hole, he exhaled a wonton ‘fuck me’ into your cunt before taking your sensitive little bundle of nerves into his mouth, sucking and then flicking his tongue in a circular motion. And the noises. Oh wow the noises he and your pussy made were sinful to your ears. Growling like a man starved, he drank your juices directly from the source with an obscene slurp and it made your legs shake, but when he picked up his pace and rapidly flicked his tongue over your clit, your legs closed around his head. You’re coming. Quicker than you ever have before, the orgasm washed over your body like a tsunami, erupting a blanket of white static behind your eyes. Soft news of his name slipped past your lips as he kept going, aiding you through your blissful high.
Hands abruptly letting go of yours, you looked down with worry that you’re suffocating the man but he grabbed your thighs, holding them together while burying his tongue deeper. The action made you squirm with overstimulation, you tried to move up onto your elbows but Joel pulled you further down the bed, making you lay back down while he ran a hand over your stomach and groaned into your core. Another orgasm was approaching. You could feel the tension tighten in your abdomen. Breath coming hot and heavy, you panted like a cat in heat. Physically feeling your desire oozing out of your pussy from Joel’s actions, you’ve never been this turned on before, this wet and aroused from someone eating you out, but you hail Joel as a pussy eating king in this moment when your second orgasm suddenly ripples through your body, eliciting a cry of his name as your hips bucked off the bed.
The sensations to your clit were powerful, but too powerful after the fourth time making you cum. “T-too.. M-much.” You stutter, threading your fingers through his damp hair. Joel stopped after hearing your pleadings and looked up at you, seeing the flush sweat across your forehead, your cheeks a little rosy and your chest heaving for air, he nodded and placed one last kiss to your pulsing cunt.
Clambering up your body, you could see remnants of your desire on his lips glistening under the light. The man kissed you, sharing the taste of yourself and you could feel that not only his lips were wet with your cum, but his chin was too. Hell, even his nose. Groaning into your mouth when your tongue darted out to tangle with his, he began rutting into you gently, moaning each time his cock pressed against the fabric of his jeans. You could feel how hard he was through the barrier of clothing, and after the treatment of pleasure he had just served you, you wanted to do the same for him. “Take your pants off.” You request, breaking away from his kiss.
When Joel stood to remove his clothes, you licked your lips with anticipation when he revealed his chest. Beautifully tanned and evidently strong, his muscles flexed when working on the belt around his waist. Your eyes lowered then and they widened too when seeing the size of the wet patch on his crotch. Did I do that? You worry to yourself, even cringing a little, however when he finally unclipped his belt and lowered his jeans, you could see the dampness had soaked through to his underwear too. Then, when they were pulled down too, revealing his extremely hard length, red angry at the tip with a white line of his cum trailing down the side of his cock, you realized that it wasn’t just your desire that had soaked his jeans. It was his too. Joel came with you.
Sitting up on the edge of the bed while he stepped out of each pants leg, you unclipped your bra and dropped it to the floor. Your breasts free for his eyes to feast upon, it brought a smile to your face when seeing his eyes immediately lock onto your chest and he smirked. Reaching out for him, your hands landed on his hips, your thumbs caressing the v-line as you lowered yourself to the floor. “D-darlin, you don't have to d-do that.” He inhales shakily, cock literally throbbing in your face. You don’t have to, but good Lord did you want to. A newfound surge of confidence had been blessed over you tonight and it made you feel powerful in this position, holding onto Joel like he was soft putty in your hands, the look that he had in his eyes was both arousing and pitiful. He looked desperate - is desperate.
Opening your mouth and leaning in, you still kept his line of contact while licking a wet strip on the underside of his cock. You clenched around nothing witnessing his face tighten. Eyebrows knitted together tightly while his eyes closed, his mouth fell open with a sharp inhale from your actions and finally, you took the head of him into your mouth. The groan bubbled up his throat deep from within his stomach, hands balling into fists at his sides as he fought the urge to move his hips, while you took it upon yourself to release him with a soft pop and lick your way down his dick, towards his balls.
Joel groaned while you peppered light kisses to his ball sac, stroking his cock. The sound he made, broken and needy, you watched pebbles of pre-cum seeping out the tip and moaned with the man. Eyes glossing over with ecstasy, you gave in with your teasing tactics and took him fully inside your mouth. Breathing through your nose and relaxing the back of your throat, you held onto his sides and buried your face into his mound. His hairs were tickling your nose, but his cock throbbed as he tossed his head back. “Nngh…Fuuck!”
Pulling back and repeating your actions, you slowly picked up your pace until you found the right rhythm to breath each time you released him. The sounds you made as you gagged and fought for breath shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did, but you hummed eagerly before continuing with sucking him off with skill. Goosebumps ripples through his body when your delicate hands reached out to fondle his balls again, holding them softly and caressing him each time they pulled up in your hands, Joel was close to releasing in your mouth. He needed to warn you. “I’m close, darlin.”
Unsure if you even heard him or not, Joel looked down and felt his climax hitting him faster than a freight train. “Oh fuck!” The sight of your red rimmed watery eyes staring up at him was enough to push him over the edge. Warm ropes of his seed spilled onto your tongue unsuspectingly but it didn’t stop you, in fact you hummed around him and began gulping back his cum. Abruptly releasing him to catch your breath with a few tears rolling down your cheeks, you fucking smiled before taking him back into your mouth again, drawing out every last drop that he could give.
“Jesus, darlin.’” The man closed his eyes, shuddering with aftershocks as you sucked him clean. “That mouth of yours is dangerous, Y/N.”
Pulling his hips back when it was becoming too much, he swore your lips pouting, like you wanted more, and Joel would gladly go for another, but any more orgasms from him would result in his cock softening from feeling utterly spent. The man knows his capabilities and limitations. His stamina isn’t as great as it was thirty years ago and he really wants to make love to you, to feel your warmth clench around him as you unravel with your orgasm.
“C’mere gorgeous.” He says softly. Pulling you up off the floor by your hands and kissing you in the lips. You were surprised that he didn’t care about tasting his own cum on your tongue, the man even moaned into your mouth while leading you backwards towards the bed again. After pulling back sheets and carefully laying down with you, he plumped a cushion behind your head before bracing his arms against it. Your legs opening and inviting him in, Joel obliged and distributed his weight evenly above you.
Humming into the kiss when his cock slotted between your slipper folds, he gasped when your hand slipped between your body and his to take his length and line him up. “Ready for me, sweetheart?” He asks, half serious but mostly rhetorical, but you nodded nonetheless and held into his shoulders, preparing for the stretch.
His movements began with gently pushing the tip inside and waiting for any signs of discomfort. Your mouth fell open to moan as your fingers dug into his shoulder. Joel may not have the longest length, but he knows his girth is impressive. Taking his time opening you up was his goal. Upon feeling you pulse around him and then relax again, he pushed himself a little deeper and stopped halfway.
This time you closed your eyes and sucked in a sharp breath of air, testing your forehead to his chest to hide your discomfort. “It’s okay, darlin’.” Reassuring you to rest your head back into the pillow, the man held a loving hand to the side of your cheek and kissed your lips.
Joel slowly pulled out then repeated his action of re entering you halfway. Your velvety walls pulse around and not before long, your desire soaked his cock so much that it allowed him to thrust in and out halfway with ease. Moaning one word, ‘uahh’, directly into his ear, broken and gradually getting louder, the man struggled to hold back from coming there and then. You feel and sound as beautiful as you look. Your moans alone are enough to make him cum, he knows that from earlier when he ate you out, and when your nails dug into the skin on his shoulder, begging him for more, Joel damn near fell apart.
“Deeper.” You manage to mewl. Throat dryer than a desert from all the moaning, you kissed him softly while he adjusted his position to firmly hold your thigh and bury his cock to the hilt. The stretch was phenomenal, not painful in the slightest, you felt so incredibly full and your pussy tightened around him with a vice-like grip as he began to move.
“Joel, I’m going to cum.” You cry, screwing your eyes shut and wrapping both legs around his back. The hand above your head lowered to the back of your neck, keeping you in place as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, grunting. Joel’s breath was ragged as he struggled to hold back from releasing inside, you could tell. “It’s okay baby, cum for me.” But he reassured, holding his composure for you. “There you go, just like that.”
Gripping him tightly as you mewled, your legs shook violently with yet another orgasm. Surprising yourself at how many you have provided tonight, you fell apart, crumbling into a whispering mess beneath Joel before he suddenly pulled out, spilling his seed onto your lower stomach. And there was so much of it too. The man breathed heavily while thrusting his hips forward and rubbing his cock through the little puddle on cum on your abdomen. After he came down from his high, he kissed you on the lips once and ordered. “Don’t move, I’ll clean you up sweetheart.”
Moving off the bed and walking to the bathroom, the water ran for a few seconds before he came back with a wet rag and Joel kissed you again while wiping away the mess he made. Only until you were comfortable, clean and had a drink of water for your dry throat did he lay down to spoon you from behind - hand splayed across your stomach. That has always made you feel uncomfortable, but right now with Joel, after making love with him, it feels a lot less uncomfortable. You actually focused on the warm touch of his hand, his whispering loving remarks into your ear and the sweet tickles of his beard against your neck.
Pulling the blankets up over your shoulder, the man pulled you into his chest and nestled close. With the lights turned off and the room dark, sleep was drifting closer. Not just with you either, Joel was as quiet as a mouse, his steady breath cascading down your neck but his fingers rubbing yours every now and again told you that he wasn’t asleep yet.
“I’d like to say something, but give me your answer later.” He whispers, halting you from slipping into a peaceful slumber. Humming sleepily back to him, Joel kissed your shoulder and asked. “If this is just sex for you, I will accept that, but if you’re looking for more, then I’d really like that, darlin’.”
More. You think to yourself with a smile. I definitely want more, Joel.
I am going to start posting my writing status updates over here every week on Sunday of the week. So, tomorrow I will post the update and tag it is as #writing updates.
I flew faster and faster, hoping against hope that I would make it to the tower in time. Shadoth had to be warned. Soon enough, I saw it: a dark spire rising up in the night sky, which spelled hope for all monsters, and doom for all who stood against us.
Once there, I didn't even waste time with the guards. I flew straight up to the top of the tower, flying through the window into the Dark Lord's throne room, and landed right in front of his throne, sinking to my knees and bowing as I did so.
"My lord, I have urgent news," I stated, head still bowed. "The outpost at Dracdale Caverns has been entirely wiped out. I'm the last one left, all the others are dead. And even worse, the people responsible took the piece of the weapon!"
"You mean it's really happening? Finally?" I heard a much less worried voice than I had expected, and looked up. When I laid eyes on him, I was surprised. He looked not angry, not concerned, but excited!
"Yes, my lord, your enemies are gathering together the pieces of the only weapon that could possibly kill you, and were able to take out a large force of hardened warriors, I might add, to get it."
Really, I didn't understand why he sounded so excited about this. Didn't he understand that these people had killed his people? That they were planning on killing him?
"Oh, these ones sound like a challenge, then," his words interrupted my thoughts, "it'll be a great battle! I wonder, should I kidnap a princess for this one? No, they're already coming for me, I don't need to give them any more incentive. But then again, if I do nothing, they might think I'm gone already, and just give up and go home. I know, I'll ransack their home town! But, the little imp said they were a group, and groups usually come from multiple areas, so that'll only affect one or two of them..."
He continued on like this for a few more minutes, until I interrupted him.
"My lord, shouldn't you be doing something to stop them? Like, sending some of your best soldiers against them right now, or moving the pieces of the weapon so any hints left by earlier explorers would be obsolete?"
"Oh, but where's the drama in that? Where's the suspense, the tragedy, the building of bonds between teammates? And most importantly, where's the final showdown between the heroes and the villain? If I send my finest soldiers against them now, they won't be able to reach me. They won't be able to face me in an epic showdown to determine the fate of the world. There will be no buildup, no rising tension, no climax, no resolution! Don't you know anything about theatrics?" He whirled around, gesticulating wildly as he spelled out his thoughts.
"Theatrics?! You mean this is all some sort of game to you?" I asked incredulously, "My people, your people, are dying out there, and it's all because you want to play the great big villain in his great big tower, looking down on the world he's trying to conquer? This is real, and you could really die here!"
"You're boring me," Shadoth said simply, "Show him out, would you, guards?"
And two minotaurs grabbed me by the wings, picked me up, and dragged me down the stairs, throwing me out of the tower when I got to the bottom.
I scheduled this update several days in advance. I’m still away on vacation when this is put up and will most likely not have Internet access until August 3, so wait until then if you want to ask me any questions about this story.
