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[6lostgirl6]

😭 i won't lie to you I've read all your writing a minimum of like 30 times each (atleast with the older stuff)

PIXIE!!

What, you have?! Stop, that makes me so so happy, thank you! I really appreciate that, you have no idea!!

[6lostgirl6]

I see on your intro post that you said to leave feedback on your writing, so here I go...

You're amazing. Especially with Slashers. The yandere alphabets are *chef's kiss* 😚🤌

Keep up the amazing work!

(Please don't hate me for liking a lot of your work, I double tap out of habit, and I don't realize I do it until I go back into my likes, so I apologize for any inconvenience ❤️)

Oh, thank you so so much!! This has literally made my night! ❤️ I appreciate your kind words, you're so sweet! I love doing the Yandere Alphabets, they're honestly one of my favorite works to do so thank you thank you thank you! I'm so glad you like them!

[No hate! You are perfectly fine, you didn't have to apologize but thank you anyway! You're not inconveniencing me at all!]

[6lostgirl6]

i love her sm my fave skullector so far 🩸🥡🥢

[6lostgirl6]

Heat of the Night

Pairing: David/Star/Michael/Werewolf!Male!Reader

Warnings: Implied Poly(TLB+Star+Michael x Reader), SMUT/MDNI/18+, Star Rides Reader, cuck!Michael, David holding down Reader for Star, Dirty talk + Degradation + Praise + Breeding Kink. Werewolfism/Vampirism, Full Moon(Feral Reader), Dom!David / Switch!Star / Soft!Dom!Reader / Sub!Michael, Reader is implied to be Tall + Muscular (✨Werewolfism✨)

Tag: @lunarwhitewolf7 @ariastur9z @margotwantstoknow @scrrry-mnsters @scrrry-mnsters @vntage-babi @aviradasa @dushku @thelostboysforeva @acotar-lover @thelostsimp @fanofgunsnroses @bimboreader @6lostgirl6 @bongiovigf

It was the full moon, your body was aching. Deep inside your muscles were having their own fits of spasms when you’d move. Your ankles would pop when you’d walk on them, the sound echoed through the cave, catching Michael’s attention.

“Has this always happened?” He asked, lifting his head up towards your direction as you walked by, barefoot. Michael was laying down on the old couch with Star asleep on his chest.

You shrugged, rolling your shoulders back with a strained expression on your face. “Full moon is coming up. My body is weakening itself so I can turn.” You spoke softly, despite the brooding space you took up.

Michael nodded, looking down at Star who stirred in her sleep. He caressed her cheek gently, looking down at her.

You watched for a moment before walking over to where David was, sitting on his wheelchair with Paul sitting on the arm with his legs over David’s lap.

”—What’s up pup?” Paul smiled, looking up at you with teasing eyes. You gave him a look before adverting your eyes back to David who was already looking at you with a raised brow.

“I’m gonna go out for a bit.” You say in a low tone, and a straight expression. David looked at you as if he was deep inside though before nodding.

“We’ll all go. We need to eat anyway.”

David said as he tapped Paul’s legs as he stood up, Paul jumped up, a smile on his face before shouting out, “WE’RE GOING OUT!” It was loud enough that it made your ears ring due to heightened hearing sensitivity and Star was startled awake.

“Jeez, Paul!” She huffed, getting up from Michael’s lap, and followed. Marko peaked his head around from the corner where he and Dwayne were. "Were going out?" Marko asked as Dwayne peaked around the corner as well. It looked like one of those cartoons where the characters peak around the corner in a straight line to the tallest person. It made you chuckle, shaking your head as you grabbed your boots and sitting down on the couch to put them on.

Marko grinned, “Hell yeah, about time we stretched our legs.” Dwayne gave you a once-over, quiet and calculating. “You sure you’re good to be out right now?” he asked lowly, eyes narrowing. “You’re already twitching.”

You grunted softly, tightening your laces. “I’m not staying cooped up. If I’m going to shift, I’d rather do it somewhere I won’t break your furniture.”

David smirked, dragging a cigarette along his bottom lip. “Let’s just make sure you’re the one doing the breaking tonight, pup.”

The comment made your muscles tense—half from the ache in your bones, half from the way David’s voice always had a sharp edge of command. You stood, towering over the others easily, and cracked your neck. It felt like your spine was trying to lengthen.

By the time you all reached the boardwalk, the moon was crawling its way up the sky—fat, glowing, pulling at you like a tide. The noise, the lights, the smell of people, all of it hit you at once. Too much. The air felt thick, and you were sweating despite the breeze from the ocean. You weren’t there yet—but you were close.

You stood off to the side while the rest of them dispersed—David and Paul vanished toward the edge of the pier, Dwayne and Marko scanning the crowd. Star and Michael stayed near you, sensing the heat radiating off your body, the sharp rhythm of your breath.

“You’re shaking,” Star said gently, stepping in front of you, placing a soft hand on your chest. “You need to head back. You’re almost there, I can tell.”

Your jaw clenched. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not..” Michael added, and for once, he didn’t sound like he was doubting you—just worried. “Let us help you.”

“Help?” you huffed out, backing up a step. You could feel your canines pushing against your gums, your eyes burning like wildfire behind your skull. “This isn’t a scratch and sniff situation, Michael. I’m shifting…”

Star smiled at that, slow and knowing. “Then let us handle that.”

You blinked, nostrils flaring—and before you could respond, a hand clapped down on your shoulder.

David.

His grip was firm, and you knew without turning it was him—that deep, grounding gravity he always had. “We’re done here—“ he muttered, voice low. “Let’s get him home.”

Back at the cave, you didn’t even remember the walk. It was all a blur—moonlight, skin prickling, sweat pouring down your back, sweat making your clothes stick to your body. You could barely breathe through it. Your skin itched like it was too tight.

You stumbled once on the cave floor, nearly falling forward, but Star caught you—her fingers threading into your hair, gently tugging you back upright.

David was already unbuttoning his coat, watching you with an intensity that made your stomach flip. “You’ve got too much energy, pup. You’re gonna rip yourself apart.”

He stepped closer. “Let us help you burn it out.”

Star stepped behind you, hands already trailing down your sides. Michael stayed in front, flushed and wide-eyed, clearly unsure but not running.

You swallowed hard. Your hands shook. Your muscles screamed. You needed release.

David’s voice dropped, sharp as fangs. “On your knees, wolf. We’ll take it from here.”

The command in David’s voice hit your bloodstream like a drug. Your knees buckled before your mind caught up, dropping heavy to the stone floor of the cave. Star’s hands kept you steady, she, knelt beside you, carding her fingers through your hair. Her mouth was near your ear now, whispering something soft and breathy that made your skin hum.

“Good boy,” she murmured, nails tracing down your biceps, soothing the shaking tension. A low, rumble of a growl vibrated through your chest. “You’re so warm. So full of energy. We’ll help you bleed it out.”

Michael stood just a few feet in front of you, lips parted, eyes huge. The scent of you must’ve been driving him insane—your sweat, your arousal, the animal musk that came with the full moon pushing hard at your skin. You could see the pulse fluttering in his throat.

David knelt in front of you, gloved fingers grabbing your chin and tilting your head up. “You’re holding back.” He growled, dragging a thumb over your bottom lip. “But not for long.”

Then his mouth was on yours—hungry, rough, owning—and your hands gripped the sides of his thighs as your claws barely stayed retracted. His tongue pushed into your mouth and he tasted like smoke, blood, and power.

Behind you, Star slid her hands down your chest, her body pressed to your back. She was in charge of pacing, and she knew it. Her lips brushed your neck. “You’re trembling. Does it hurt?” she asked sweetly, voice taunting.

You growled under your breath, chest heaving as you broke away from David’s lips.

“Yes.”

“Good.” She smirked. “Let it.”

David pulled back, nodding at Michael. “Strip. Now.”

Michael obeyed, shivering as he peeled off his shirt. He flushed under the heat of your gaze but didn’t look away. Your lips curled into something half-snarl, half-smile. Even through the haze, the need, your instincts purred at the sight of him—so open, so willing. He was always the sweet one. The one who craved to feel needed.

Star slipped around in front of you now, kneeling between your thighs. She kissed you with soft control—like rain cooling down a wildfire. And then she leaned to the side to pull your belt free, slow, deliberate.

“You’re going to come undone,” she whispered against your skin, dragging your pants down just enough. “And we’ll be right here when you do.”

David pressed behind you now, one hand gripping your hair, the other sliding over your ribs, grounding you. “Let go, wolf. Let us use you.”

And you did.

The next moments blurred. Star's mouth was on you—hot, wet, and slow enough to tease the beast inside. You groaned, one hand buried in her thick hair, the other braced against Michael’s thigh where he knelt before you now, watching in awe, hands shaking as he palmed himself through his jeans.

You caught his gaze—blue eyes wide, mouth parted—and your voice dropped, growly and strained: “Come here.”

Michael scrambled forward, and you grabbed him by the hips, dragging him closer until he was flush against your body. You kissed him hard—filthy, claiming—while Star’s mouth made you shudder and David’s hands mapped your body like he owned every inch of it.

——

Your hips stuttered, against Star’s mouth. heat building too fast. Star moaned softly around you, dragging her nails over your thighs. David bit your shoulder—just enough to snap a flash of red behind your eyes. “C’mon pup, use her mouth like a good mutt. She likes it” David growled against your ear as Star deep throats your cock, as deep as she could be for pulling back and shifting till your were flat against the.. bed? When did you get here?

——-

Michael whimpered, riding your cock with stuttering movements. You could feel his heart hammering under his ribs where your hand lays flat against. He might’ve been a half vampire, but that doesn’t change the fact that he is in fact one.

“I-I can’t—” he gasped, and you grabbed the back of his neck, teeth dragging along his jaw as you sat up, your other hand holding his hips down against your lap.

“Yes, you can,” you growled. “Come with me.”

And you did—all of you.

You felt yourself break apart, your howl swallowed in Michael’s neck, Michael still wrapped around your cock, Star riding David like she was made for it. David’s hand fisted in your hair like he owned you.

——

The cave filled with panting, sweat, the scent of sex and fur and blood-heat. Your body spasmed, the shift threatening—but contained. Barely.

Later, you lay half on your side, Star curled against your chest, Michael tucked in close at your stomach, and David seated at your back like a dark throne.

“Still feral?” David asked lazily, fingers dragging down your spine.

You exhaled, finally still.

“...No. I think I’m alright now.”

[6lostgirl6]

The baddie has been secured

[6lostgirl6]

She will be mine

Have you guys seen the new David monster high doll that’s releasing this wekeend??

[6lostgirl6]

what do you think each of the lost boys' kinks are??

•What are their kinks?

　　≪ Pairing: TLB/Reader

—Warnings: Spicy/SMUTT/MDNI

Tag: @lunarwhitewolf7 @ariastur9z @margotwantstoknow @scrrry-mnsters @scrrry-mnsters: @vntage-babi @aviradasa @dushku @thelostboysforeva @acotar-lover @thelostsimp @fanofgunsnroses @bimboreader @6lostgirl6 @bongiovigf

No dividers are mine!!

—The Common Kinks—

• Blood Kink. (I mean c’mon.. their vampires)

•Fear (Morso David, but they all have it a lil bit)

• Primal/Prey (You’ve seen how there are when they feed, imagine what they’re like when they’re horny🤭)

David

• Mind manipulation/Control — He’d SO get off on using you however he’d like!! (Consent before hand though ofc)

• Oral Fixation (him putting his thumb in your mouth when he fucks you.. or having you cockwarm him as he sits on his wheelchair with your mouth around his cock.. 😩)

•Markings. (HE LOVES MARKING YOU UPP! He wants everyone to know your his!)

Dwayne

• Praise. (Oh. My. GAWD. This man love to praise you, it’s actually insane. He loves it so so much…. Especially when you flutter around his cock when he does it in a raspy voice against your ear🤭)

•Hair pulling. (Giving and receiving. Pull his hair. He’ll do it back but force you to keep eye contact with his as his hips speed up)

speaking of eye contact—

•Eye Contact. (He wants to watch you as you’re mind obliterates in pleasure as he makes you look into his eyes as he blows your back out)

•Giving Pleasure. (like Paul, he loves going down on his partner. He has more self control than Paul though, he won’t cum in his pants but he will be increasingly desperate to cum)

Paul

• Giving Pleasure. (This man gets of on giving.. I SEE IT! He’d cum in his pants as he goes down on you.)

• Free use. (He’d LOVE for you to use his cock however you like. “Sure, sugar. Use my cock” as he’s high as a fucking kite. Moaning mess)

• oral fixation (like David, but he’d do it to you too🤭)

Marko

• Public play. (This man has no filter, he’d finger you or jack you off on the fariswheele.)

• Roleplay. (Roleplay is little red riding hood- running from him in the woods where if he catches you, he gets to fuck you.)

•Biting/Marking. (Jeezus.. he’d cum on the spot if you bite his shoulder. He loves biting you too, wants EVERYONE to know you’re his.)

[6lostgirl6]

Don't tell IMDB I stole their 1080p The Lost Boys professional photos...

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[6lostgirl6]

Get To Know Your Mutuals

Thank you, @misslavenderlady for tagging me! ❤️

Blog Title Origin:

At the time, I was really into The Lost Boys and based my blog title around that. The number 6 is my favorite number and I include it in almost all my users now.

Favorite Fandoms:

Slasher, Predator, Van Helsing.

OTP/Shipname:

None.

Favorite Color:

Red, Black

Favorite Game:

Infinity Nikki, Wuthering Waves, Genshin, Dead by Daylight

Song stuck in your head?:

Weirdest Habit/Trait:

When in a crowded environment, I unconsciously tend to keep my right arm against me in a sling position. Idk if it's a self-sooth thing or?

Hobbies:

Reading, Listening to music, video games, photography, drawing, writing, Baking, DIY.

What is your profession?

Home care

What Job Do You Wish For?

Psychologist

Something You're Good At?

Writing

Something You're Bad At?

Drawing, unfortunately

Something You Love:

Horror novels

Something You Could Talk Hours About?

Ethel Cain.

Something You Hate:

People crossing boundaries or being socially unaware. I cannot tell you how many times I've had grown men literally stand an inch behind me in a public space.

Something You Forget:

Names, birthdays.

Love Language:

Quality time, physical affection, words of affirmation.

Favorite Movie/TV Show: Supernatural, Hannibal, Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer, Black Butler, Hellsing, Van Helsing, Predator.

Favorite Food:

Orange chicken

Favorite Animal:

Wolves

Are you Musical?

I was in choir for four years and tried violin and piano.

What Were You Like As A Child?

Closed off, Oddball.

Favorite School Subject:

English

Least Favorite Subject:

Math

Best Character Trait:

Empathetic

Worst Character Trait:

People-pleaser

Change Any Detail Of Your Day Right Now, What Would It Be?

Include more DIY projects.

You Travel Back In Time, Who Would You Like To Meet?

Cleopatra, Amelia Earhart

Recommend Your Favorite Fanfics [Spread Love]

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Tagging: @slaasherslut @rottent33th @bookworm-with-coffee @bluecoolr-main @vxncevis @prettywhenibleed

[6lostgirl6]

Hi pretty!

I notice requests are closed. Are we still allowed to leave a request, but just be aware that it's much more likely for you to ignore?

I know it's probably a silly question. I just always seem to miss ur slots, and I've got lots of ideas I'd love to share, but I also want to respect your boundaries.

Thank you <3

Hello, my dear ❤️

Not a silly question at all! My requests are closed for the unseeable future, therefore I would prefer people not to send in requests. Requests would be respectfully declined. I haven't written in over a year and I've been having difficulty finding time and motivation for it.

Thank you, and I appreciate you for respecting my boundaries. I'm sure you have amazing ideas!

[6lostgirl6]

BRO WHAT-

How are you gonna waste your time by insulting me, cursing at me, calling me a slur and get this butthurt over my blog that you apparently don't engage with?? That's hella sad.

[6lostgirl6]

❛ 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃 ❜

♱ // paul x fem!reader

♱ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 // hunting equals blood and blood equals life. but when blood refuses to satisfy your hunger, you turn to your rocker boyfriend, who looks good enough to eat.

♱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 // 2k

♱ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 // smut, porn with plot, bite kink, slight dom/sub undertones, climax without actual act, and bloodkink

♱ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 // came up with this on the fly and immediately started writing it.

blood was blood. sure, some humans tasted better than others, but when you broke humans down to their simplest components, humans were nothing. they were walking piles of meat with a bloodstream. blood pumping through their veins, just screaming at you to sink your fangs into them and drain them of the life they so desperately tried to cling onto. humans were disposable. they were nothing more than a walking blood bag that lived to satisfy you and your hunger.

you had been hunting a long time, long before any of your vampire companions. well, everyone besides max who had existed for longer than anyone else.

marko and paul spent their nights partying and spending their nights terrorizing the locals, much to your and david’s dismay. dwayne spent the time out of the cave with laddie, who was always dragging the man to some new shop or fair ride. david and star spent their night far, far away from everyone else doing things you didn’t even want to know.

and while everyone did their own thing, you spent you time waiting, watching. your gaze would sweep over human after human while you sat on the railings of the boardwalk. every time a human got close enough, your nose would sniff, trying to catch the scent that once made your mouth water.

but every human, every scent of blood, it made your stomach turn with a feeling you hadn’t felt since before the turn. whatever sat in your stomach, which was most likely some sugar filled treat that laddie practically forced you to eat, threatened to rise.

it had been days, almost a week since you last fed. you could tell the others were worried, they didn’t ask, didn’t pry, but the looks they sent you spoke words they didn’t dare say. especially your lover, paul. every day, when the sun set and the moon rose, he’d try to get you to go hunting, try to get you to drink some random person’s blood, but it never worked.

you couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong with you. the mere thought of drinking blood made your stomach churn violently, and you found yourself drawn to something else entirely - or rather, someone else. your eyes kept drifting to paul, watching the way he moved, the way his scent called to you in a way that blood no longer did.

paul’s scent, weed mixed with his cologne filled your nostrils every time you got close. his scent had become a comfort to you, but slowly, it had started to become something more.

you could hear his blood flowing through his veins like never before. his blood, o negative, you could tell by the smell. it made your throat burn and your mouth water, just like human blood had before.

every time you looked at paul, the urge to taste his blood grew stronger. you found yourself staring at his neck more and more, imagining how sweet his blood would taste on your tongue. paul had noticed your lingering gazes, but he mistook them for something else entirely - if only he knew the hunger that was truly consuming you.

“find anyone decent enough?” marko’s voice snapped you from your thoughts as he and paul strutted with the strut that screamed danger.

“what did you two do?” you questioned, raising a brow at their cocky walks and large smirks.

“nothing we haven’t done before,” marko shrugged, leaning back on the railing beside you while paul took a stand in front of you, his hands immediately finding your plush hips.

“so, find anyone worth your while?” paul questioned, his fingers squeezing your hips.

to anyone passing, the question sounded dirty, explicit. but to the three of you, it meant something completely different.

you breathed through your nose, inhaling oxygen your body didn’t need. god. there it was again. the addictive scent of paul’s blood.

“no.” you answered shortly, sealing your lips tightly as you felt your fangs begin to itch. your throat burned, like it was set on fire.

paul's brows furrowed in concern, his grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly. "babe, you need to feed," he whispered, voice low enough that only you and marko could hear. you couldn't help but lean forward, drawn to the pulsing vein in his neck that seemed to call your name.

“i’m aware,” you quickly leaned back and pushed yourself off the railing to take a stand. as your feet hit the ground, your legs seemed to buckle. something they hadn’t done since you were living.

paul was quick to catch you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to keep you upright. "that's it," he declared firmly, exchanging a worried look with marko. "we're getting you something to eat right now, whether you like it or not."

“it’s no use,” you muttered, gripping the muscles of paul’s arms. “you two go do whatever it is you do. i’m going back to the cave.” you went to move, but paul’s grip tightened.

"not happening," paul growled, his grip on you becoming almost possessive. "something's wrong with you, and i'm not letting you out of my sight until we figure out what it is." his blue eyes bore into yours, and you had to fight the urge to stare at his neck again, your fangs aching in your gums.

“then come back to the cave with me,” your eyes stared at his neck, at the beautiful veins that seemed more prominent then usual. “either way, i’m going.”

paul's eyes flickered between yours and marko's before he nodded, his grip still firm on your waist. "alright, let's go." as you both headed towards the cave, you could feel your control slipping with every passing second, the sound of paul's blood rushing through his veins becoming impossible to ignore.

the ride back to the cave was nothing but excruciating. the wind whipping your hair in every direction, specks of sand being thrown at you from being ran over by motorcycle wheels, the nausiating smell of surfernazis as you zoomed past. but that wasn’t even the worst part. the way your chin rested on the spot where paul’s neck and shoulder connected and the way your mouth was right next to his pulse point, it was torture.

his steady pulse thrummed against your lips, each beat sending waves of desperate hunger through your entire being. you gripped his leather jacket tighter, trying to ground yourself, but paul's blood sang to you like a siren's call. when the motorcycle finally came to a stop outside the cave entrance, you practically launched yourself off, stumbling a few steps away from paul as you tried to regain what little control you had left.

“you okay?” paul questioned, quickly ending the engine and stepping off. “babe?” he questioned again when you stayed silent, moving quickly into the cave.

you shook your head, trying to clear the fog of hunger that clouded your mind. the cave walls seemed to spin as you made your way deeper inside, paul's footsteps echoing behind you. his scent grew stronger in the enclosed space, and you could feel your control slipping away with each passing second.

“paul,” you spoke, though it sounded more like a growl. a predatory growl. “i need you.”

“you sure you’re in the right headspace?” paul moved closer to you as the two of you entered the main part of the cave. “i’m not saying no. i’d never say no, especially not to you.” he quickly added upon seeing your accusatory gaze. “but are you sure?”

you stared at paul in a way you never had before and the man would be lying if he said it didn’t excite him. “are you going to stand there and question me or are you going to take me to our room and fuck me?”

it was the perfect excuse for you to finally taste paul’s blood. it was innocent enough. paul had a bite kink, it was something he had never hidden before. so maybe, just maybe, you’d accidently bite too hard and draw a little blood.

paul practically growled at your words, his hands finding your hips once more as he guided you towards your shared room. the hunger within you intensified with every step, your fangs now fully extended and aching for a taste. as paul's lips found yours in a heated kiss, you knew there would be no turning back from what you were about to do.

as the two of you stumbled, literally, into your room, leaving behind different pieces of clothes and garments, your body felt like a ticking time bomb.

as you approached the mattress that you never used for things besides explicit moments, you easily took control, grasping paul’s shoulders and giving him a shove that might’ve been harsher than necessary, but you couldn’t have cared less.

before you could control yourself, your tighs straddled his hips while you lips found paul’s neck, leaving behind wet marks and small bites. “shit, babe.” paul hissed as he threw his head back, his hands squeezing your hips tightly that would’ve caused bruises if you had been mortal.

another perk of being vampires, neither of you had to worry about using too much force or being too rough.

your tongue licked a stripe up paul's neck, collecting the sweat that had gathered there. the taste only made your hunger grow stronger, fangs scraping against his skin in warning. paul moaned beneath you, completely unaware of the dangerous precipice you both stood upon.

“paul, shit, please,” you all but whimpered, lips just above his pulse point.

“please what?” paul questioned, his voice breathily. he was a tease, you knew that. but now wasn’t a time for teasing.

“let me bite you,” you panted out, hips rutting against paul’s.

paul's hands gripped your thighs tighter as he nodded frantically, giving you the permission you so desperately craved. without hesitation, your fangs sank deep into his flesh, and the moment his blood touched your tongue, you moaned at the intoxicating taste - sweeter and more satisfying than any human blood you'd ever tasted. paul's shocked gasp quickly turned into a deep groan of pleasure as you drank deeply, his blood filling you with a warmth that made your entire body sing.

euphoric. that’s the only word you could use to describe the feeling that invaded your body. your body was on fire, burning from the inside out, but it felt so good.

paul's blood was unlike anything you had ever tasted before - it was pure ecstasy flowing through your veins, healing every ache and satisfying every craving you'd been fighting. you could feel his hands gripping you tighter, his body arching beneath yours as you continued to drink, lost in the intoxicating mixture of blood and pleasure.

as you whimpered and moaned, mouth still attached to paul’s neck, a familiar knot grew in your stomach. the feeling was all-consuming, something you had experienced plenty of times in your decades with paul.

it only took a few more seconds of drinking paul's intoxicating blood before your entire body tensed, waves of pleasure washing over you as you reached your peak. paul followed shortly after, his grip on your thighs bruising as he moaned your name. as you finally pulled away from his neck, your tongue lazily licking the wound closed, you could feel the strength returning to your body - paul's blood had been exactly what you needed all along.

“all you had to do was ask, baby,” paul panted, chest heaving as he placed his forehead on the top of your breasts, warm breathing fanning over the cleavage.

you hummed in contentment, still riding the high of his blood coursing through your system. "i was afraid you'd reject me," you admitted softly, nuzzling into his neck where the bite marks were already healing. paul's arms wrapped around you protectively, pulling you closer against his chest as he chuckled.

“who would i be to deny you?” paul quiet laughter filled the air.

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YESSSS, I NEED A MILLION MORE!! ❤️❤️❤️

WAIT TILL THE END FOR THE BEST PART-

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HDKANSNS THIS WAS SO GOOD, WE LOVE DAVID A ✨️LITTLE✨️ MEAN! SO SO TALENTED! ❤️❤️ WAHHHH! I LOVE THE READER'S PERSONALITY!

Bloodied Collision

Pairing: Vampire!Reader/David Warnings: MDNI/SMUT/18+, Orgasm control, rough sex, Blood kink, Dom!David, biting, violence turned sensual tension. a/n: this post is all over the place cause i just woke up from a sex dream.. Tagging: @aviradasa @dushku @thelostboysforeva @acotar-lover @thelostsimp @fanofgunsnroses @bimboreader @6lostgirl6 @lunarwhitewolf7

You wandered just a tad too close to his liking. Having been traveling for so long throughout the night, till the sun was beginning to rise above Santa Carla. You just wanted a place to stay for the day until upcoming night. You found an old shack in the deep woods, resting there till nightfall. The night bled moonlight across the boardwalk, silver slicing through the mist as he tracked you, he smelt you the second your scent whiffed across Santa Carla. You smelt him too. Your usual predator instincts kicking in due to lack of sleep and blood to fill your gut. Instead of you leaving the next night, you went out seeking for this mysterious fellow vamp. Tonight, you didn’t hide.

He noticed.

"Well, well." A voice drawled, stepping out from the shadows. His platinum hair glowed under the pale moon. "Didn’t expect you to come looking for me, sweetheart. Thought our kind were supposed to be smart."

You tilted your head, fangs just peeking through your smirk. "I don’t take orders. Especially not from pretty boys who play king with their little court of monsters."

David’s eyes flashed. "Careful, princess. You're poking a beast."

Lightning-quick, you lunged. Claws slashed, fangs snapped. The alley exploded in motion—flesh colliding with flesh, dark laughter echoing off damp concrete. You dodged a swipe, landed a punch that split his lip. Blood dripped, ruby-red and hypnotic.

You both froze. Eyes locked.

David wiped the blood with his thumb, then sucked it slowly. Deliberately. "Mmm. Want a taste?"

Your breath hitched.

He grabbed you—fast, rough, overwhelming. Back slammed against brick, his knee shoved between your thighs, pinning you. His breath was warm at your throat.

"You like the fight, don’t you?" he whispered, voice like silk as it swoons through your ears, heightened senses making it unbearable. "Makes the blood sweeter." You laugh darkly as you continue. "So do you, apparently."

David chuckled, dark and low. "Oh, baby. You have no idea."

His lips crashed into yours, teeth clashing in a kiss that was more war than romance. His hands roamed, possessive and bold. Leather and skin, heat and cold. He bit your lip hard—just enough to draw blood. You gasped. He licked it clean.

"You taste divine..." he growled, then sank his fangs into your neck with a guttural moan.

Pain bloomed into pleasure. Your nails dug into his back as you arched into him, drunk on sensation. The alley melted away; there was only his mouth, his hunger, the primal ache building between your thighs.

You yanked his shirt open, scraped your fangs across his collarbone. Bitting down, blood spilled hot and heady into your mouth.

He groaned, hand gripping your hair. "Fuck, I knew you'd be like this."

"Like what?" you panted against his throat.

"Like it rough."

He kissed you again, this time slower. Deeper. Blood smeared between your mouths. His hands slid down your body, his voice a dark purr in your ear.

"Let’s see just how far that bite goes, sweetheart." He growls, gripping the hair at the back of your neck and tugging, just enough to make you look up at him. He found his dying delight in you in a way that no other being could muster for him. The dominance you both share. He likes the challenge.

Your back scraped against the cold brick as David’s hands roamed lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants with a lazy sort of confidence as if he already owned you. His mouth was hot against your neck, tongue lapping at the bite mark he’d just made.

“Still feel like fighting?” he murmured, voice rough and low.

You licked the blood from your lips—his blood—gripping the back of his neck, sharp nails digging into the skin as you pull him away from you to meet his gaze, daring him. “Maybe. Depends how good your bite is.” David groans at the force you use, oh God did he love how fierce you were, he could tell he found his one. He grinned, fang tips gleaming with mixed blood. “Oh, sweetheart… I don’t bite. I claim.”

And then he did. With one hand tangled in your hair and the other pressing hard against your hip, he sunk his fangs into the other side of your throat—deeper this time. You gasped, pleasure curling through your spine like fire, like sin. Your hips rolled against his instinctively, earning a feral growl from his chest.

“See?” he rasped. “You like being hunted.”

You should’ve hated him. This was the vampire who ruled the boardwalk like a god, who toyed with mortals and drank them dry. But the way his body pressed against yours, the way he drank not just your blood but your resistance—it set every nerve alight.

His fingers slid beneath your shirt, dragging over bare skin with a cruel, reverent touch. “So soft,” he muttered, almost to himself. “So mine” He growled, rolling his hips against yours.

You grabbed his jaw, nails digging in. “Then take it. If you’re going to make me yours, do it right.”

David's eyes blazed gold for a moment. Animal. Hungry. Worshipful.

He shoved his thigh between yours again, grinding slow and deep, lips brushing your ear. “You're not walking out of here without my mark everywhere. Throat, thighs, wrists. I want other beings to smell me on you.”

“Then stop talking,” you gasped, “and do it.”

He laughed—a low, wicked sound—and you felt it in your bones. Then he kissed you like he meant to break you apart and stitch you back together. Lips, fangs, hands—all demanding, claiming, consuming. Your blood mingled in your mouths as the alley fell away, replaced by heat, desire, and the iron taste of surrender.

With his knee pressed between your legs as his hands slid under your shirt, then ripping it off you, your bra being the only thing covering your tits from his eyes.

“You want the monster?” he growled.

Your lips curved into a dark smile. “I am the monster.”

He grinned like you’d just given him permission to ruin you.

Then he bit you again.

And again.

And everything after that was fangs, fire, and crimson bliss.

He ripped your jeans down your legs along with your panties, the smell of your vampiric bliss hits his nose, he snarls. The only thought running through his mind was to breed the absolute fuck out of your cunt, his eyes ghosting over with a red blur, as if he's a feral beat. He is one.

In a second, his jeans are down to his ankles as he picks you up from under your thighs and you immediately wrap them around his waist, arms snaking around his neck as the two of you kiss. Blood already smeared over your faces as David sticks his tongue out and licks up your cheek, collecting the mixed blood there as he enters your sopping cunt with a breaking force. You hiss, eyes glowing a golden yellow as you snap your teeth at his neck, biting into it as he pounds your cunt raw. Blood filling your mouth as you swallow his blood and pussy sucking in his cock simultaneously. Your already wet pussy creating a cream ring around his cock. He snarls out at the force you use, hips moving inhumanly faster. The only thing David hears is; Mate. Over and over again as he uses one of his hands to grip under your jaw, pulling you from his neck, looking down at you with an untold desire. This time when you kiss, it was more sensual, almost as if he's saying those three forbidden words.

His hips pounding into you like a piston as your hands grip at his jacket, mouth going agape as you feel that white hot heat enlighten withing your stomach, spasming around him as your moans get higher in pitch.

His dark laughter hits your ears, a smirk on his lips as his nails dig into your skin. "Where'd all that fight go, doll?" He mused, hips coming to a rolling grind instead of a thrust. He's wanting to prolong your orgasm for as long as he can.

This makes you mad. You don't like stuff taken from you—especially a long-needed orgasm. "Oh- you fucking, bitch!" You growl, trying to roll your hips along his cock to somehow get the friction you deserve.

His hand holding your jaw, moves lover, gripping your neck roughly. "You get what I fucking give you, or you get nothing at all." He growls, speaking through gritted teeth. "—Only thing you'll get is a broken neck."

You gasp, eyes glaring holes into his with a fiery anger. A low, choked out snarl leaves your throat as David's hips begins to studder, cumming hard with a rough bite to his lower lip. The force on your neck eases as you feel a mixture drip down your pussy. Once second you were testing his dominance, the next you were fucked out, pussy aching with a numbing pain despite being a vampire, you could only tell one thing. He literally fucked you dumb.

[6lostgirl6]

This was so sweet to read! ❤️

Sanctuary

Pairing: Poly!TLB x Male!reader Warnings: ANGST/Anxiety/Overstimulated!Reader, MALE!Pronouns tagging: @lunarwhitewolf7 @ariastur9z @margotwantstoknow @scrrry-mnsters @scrrry-mnsters @vntage-babi @aviradasa @dushku @thelostboysforeva @acotar-lover @thelostsimp @fanofgunsnroses @bimboreader @6lostgirl6 @skxllz @f4iryfxies

It was too loud in town again. You were supposed to go out and spend time with some friends, but that plan was quickly abandoned due to the unwanted anxiety that flowed through your mind.

The neon lights buzzed. The crowds pressed in. Every laugh and shout felt like it was aimed directly at you—even when you knew it wasn’t. Your heart was thudding for no reason, palms clammy as you ducked down alleys and cut across side streets, just trying to breathe.

But you knew where to go.

By the time you made it to the cliffs, the world already felt a little farther away. The crashing waves below, the wind tangling in your hair—it all faded the second you stepped into the cave. Hands shaking from the anxiety that still coursed through your veins, making it hard to focus as spots started covering your vision.

Warmth. Dim golden light. The smell of leather and old blood and motor oil.

“Hey!” came a voice from the shadows—Paul, sprawled across a pile of ruined cushions, his denim jacket halfway off, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. “There’s our guy.” He giggled, most likely high off his ass.. but you couldn't focus on it, you were too in your head.

Marko perked up immediately, grinning from his perch on the half-broken throne. “You okay, sunshine?” His smile from a second ago disappeared the second he felt your anxiety seep into the cave. David who was sat on his wheelchair immediately got up and walked over to you along with Dwayne who moved away from his bike. Your ears roared over with blood, the pulse from your heartbeat the only thing you were able to hear as you nearly collapsed in David's arms, tears rolling down your face as you heaved—words coming out in jumbles.

Paul and Marko immediately stopped what they were doing and waited for what David was going to do—not wanting to make anything worse.

David and the others made eye contact—exchanging glances as David makes a low rumble in his chest, the sound right under your ear as it starts to drown out the thoughts running through your head. It was peaceful, relaxing.

Soon you open your eyes to being surrounded by your four vamp boyfriends. You laying ontop of Dwyane on your stomach, Marko's face planted into your shoulder blades, David laying down on the otherside of Dwayne and Paul laying his head on your lower back. Each of them making their own little vibration and chirps, knowing how much the small sound relaxes you as they tell you they love you with just sounds. Gentle "I love you's" and Soft "It's okay, we're here pretty boy" Running, rubbing and gently scratching at your skin as you feel yourself drift off to sleep again, this time with a warm smile on your face.

[6lostgirl6]

Hi, can I spam like your content(even though it does literally nothing to benefit you whatsoever and reblogging takes just as little time, but I don’t wanna do that) and have you block me and then act all upset about it even though you have literal warnings everywhere about people being blocked for spam liking?

[6lostgirl6]

People when consequences:

Imagine doing something you were told would have consequences, and then being surprised and mad when you have to deal with those consequences. Ha. Loser.