Fandomgeek12345 - Untitled - Tumblr Blog

Netflix and Kill

[Poly!Lost Boys x Female!Reader]

[Modern!AU - Not set in 1987, but 35 years later.]

[Fic Warnings] 18+ MDI (SMUT/Dark Fic) – Smut (Orgy, F/M & M/M), Psychological Torture, and Reader Death

[Summary] The rain has given the boys some downtime, so they invite some company to the cave for a little Netflix and Chill Kill.

All Rights Reserved. Please Do Not Copy, Plagiarize, or Reproduce.

Santa Carla was a sunny beachside town, but it had the irritating tendency to be prone to rain. On average, about 33 inches of rain per year was received in Santa Carla. This isn’t terrible in comparison to most places, but jarring when you’re used to constant sun and half-naked, beachside shenanigans. 

The boys hated when it rained. It was highly inconvenient because it diminished traffic to the boardwalk, which was their primary food source. Plus, they had cat-like tendencies. They hated getting wet. The rain always fucked up their hair. 

In recent years, this caused the boys to brainstorm how to remedy their rain-related hunting woes, and modern technology made that easy. Marko was surprisingly a tech wiz. Thanks to him, they had extensive social media access. From Facebook to Twitter and Tinder to OkCupid, the boys could lure meals from any place online during the rain. 

“So, how are we doing this, Bud?” Paul questioned as he lit up a joint. “I’m already starving, and I’m definitely going to have the munchies after this.”

“Who are you in the mood for?” Marko asked, scrolling through his phone as he lay across the couch. “I could message Monica on Tinder, or maybe we could hit up (Y/n) from Facebook?”

“Message (Y/n),” David chimed in. “Let’s save Monica for Halloween; she’s too much fun to waste on a rainy day.”

Dwayne and Paul nodded in agreement. When hunting in this manner, they did routine ‘maintenance’ with the meal on occasion before they consumed it. 

They’d hung out with Monica a few times; she was wild and a great fuck. They wanted to enjoy her company a bit longer before devouring her. Plus, she had some fine-ass friends that would make some great appetizers. 

“Fine with me,” Marko agreed as he pulled up Facebook on his phone, “Give me a moment.”

You were bored as hell. It’s been raining all day, and it spoiled your plans to hang out with your friends. You’ve been scrolling through your phone in bed for the last hour, looking for something to do, when you receive a message on Facebook. 

It was Marko. You met him and his brothers on the boardwalk about a month ago. They were cool and fucking hot. You’ve hung out with them a few times, but they haven’t officially asked you out. Marko was the one you had the biggest crush on, even though you had a thing for all the boys. 

You wondered what he wanted, so you clicked on the purple chat bubble and began responding to his message. 

Marko: Hey, (Y/n), what’s up?

You: Nothing much, just chillin’ in bed.

Marko: Sounds cool. Any major plans tonight?

You: No, the rain ruined my plans.

Marko: Same here. The boys and I are just relaxing. Wanna come over, watch some movies, and have dinner?

Your heart lept! You were hoping he and the boys would ask you out. It’s been something you’ve wanted to happen since you met them, so you jumped at the opportunity – even if it was just dinner at their place.

You: Sure, that sounds cool. What time should I swing by?

You replied casually, despite being elated. 

Marko: Does 8:30 PM sound good?

You: Sure, see you then.

You squealed with joy, kicking your legs in the air before rolling off your bed to figure out what you would wear. You wanted something casual but cute. You were watching Netflix with the boys, but you wanted to look decent. You settled on a red lace crop top, black jeans, Doc Martens, and a leather jacket. 

You didn’t look like you were going to a fancy dinner or a gala, but you didn't look like a bum, either. You still felt attractive, and it was better than just showing up in some pajamas. You grabbed your keys, hugged and kissed your Mom goodbye, and headed out of the house – not realizing that would be the last time she would ever see you alive again. 

“Soups on!” Marko informed from the couch. 

“She took the bait, then?” Dwayne inquired as he rolled by on his skateboard.

“Yup, it was easy as pie,” Marko confirmed gleefully, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

“Good, man, I’m hungry as shit,” Paul complained with bloodshot eyes. 

“Calm down, Paulie; dinner will be here any moment.” Marko soothed, stealing a hit off of his brother’s joint. “And we can’t scarf it down as soon as it gets here; we must savor it first.”

Marko texted you directions to his and the boys' place, Hudson's Bluff. They lived in a cave; it was– odd, but it's 2022, and the struggle is real. You can't trash anyone for their living arrangements when you were an adult in their late 20s, with crippling debt, living with their mother.

The boys were independent, and their parents weren't in their business. You loved your Mom, but she was nosy. Living in a cave didn't even sound bad. It's rent-free, and somehow they managed to acquire internet access. You didn't see the issue. Kudos to them for cheating the system.

You pulled up to the Bluff about a half hour after Marko texted you directions. They didn't live far from you or the boardwalk. You sent him a text to let him know you had arrived. Shortly after, you saw him emerge from the mouth of the cave to greet you. 

“Hey, girly! You’re just in time! Doordash dropped off the food about 10 minutes ago.” He informed as he bent and presented his arm to you.

“Great, what are we having?” You asked, looping your arm into his. 

“Just some wings and beer with a side of you,” he joked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down. 

You giggled and shook your head, blushing slightly. He and Paul were such flirts. 

He impishly smiled when he saw your cheeks flush. “Let me help you out. The steps are a bit shaky,” he informed as he began walking you down to their abode. You chatted as you weaved and ducked through the dark tunnels. Eventually, you ended up in a large, poshly decorated alcove. 

The boys lazed around casually. David was relaxing in an antique wheelchair while Dwayne did tricks on his board by the fountain. Paul was perched in a plush armchair, digging into the wings and munching away. 

You waved to them as you looked around in awe – high ceilings, a fountain in the center, plush carpets and couches, plus an array of trinkets decorating the walls and shelves. The place was fantastic. 

“There you are,” David greeted, vacating his seat and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, “Welcome to our home.”

“Thank you for having me!” You replied a little too chipper, but you were amazed by your surroundings. Your head whipped around as you surveyed everything like a kid in a candy store. “This is so cool!”

David chuckled. “Well, if you think that’s cool, let me give you a little history lesson.” 

He schooled you about Santa Carla’s hottest resort and how it fell into the fault during an earthquake in 1906. The boys then stumbled upon it and made it home. As a bonus, he also gave you some background on how they acquired some of their knickknacks. 

David and the boys were party animals and met many during their excursions. They kept a menagerie to remember those people and moments fondly. He pointed out a few of his favorites – a pair of sunglasses, a Batman comic, and a gorgeous white shawl. 

You listened intently as you studied their collection. You thought it was touching that they had such a great bond with these people that they wanted to remember them so fondly. Each trinket was labeled: the glasses as Michael, the comic as Sam, and the shawl as Star. The boys looked like they cherished them, but you noticed that two items were blemished in a few places.

“How did the shawl and comic get stained?” You asked him curiously, pointing out the chaotic crimson splatters. David and the boys chuckled as he told you a brief and vague story about an incident with some wine, a love triangle, and a wild engagement party before he led you to the couch. 

Meanwhile, Marko set up the tv, a laptop, and a wifi hotspot while Dwayne took the initiative to make everyone’s plate. You and David sat on the couch next to each other as your food was graciously placed on your lap. 

“So, what are we watching?” You asked curiously before taking a sip of the beer Dwayne handed you.

“We’re going bloody and chaotic,” Marko informed as he began streaming 30 Days of Night. “You’re not squeamish, are you?” He asked as he plopped down next to you. 

“Nope. I like this movie,” you replied after finishing off a wing. “The vampires look and sound dumb, though.” 

“Is that right?” Marko drawled, “Not a fan of gruesome vampires?” 

Your comment piqued their interest. The others continued to snack, not saying a word, but they listened keenly to the exchange between you and Marko.

“That’s not what I meant,” you clarified as you cleaned your fingers with a wet wipe. You took another sip of beer before continuing the discussion. “The more gruesome the vampire, the better. I prefer it.” 

“Modern media pussified vampires; they’re apex predators, not your dream guy. These vampires are brutal. I just thought the pterodactyl faces and the archaic gibberish was weak,” you concluded before chuckling and helping yourself to more wings. 

The boys shared a look. This was going to be fun. They loved kills that were vampire enthusiasts. The looks on their faces when they revealed themselves was always priceless. 

“I suppose that’s fair,” Marko followed up as he slid his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. You screamed internally but willed yourself to calm down before you melted into him. 

The five of you relaxed and debated about vampire lore for about an hour as you watched the movie. You felt like you ate most of the wings. The boys, minus Paul, mostly nibbled and encouraged you to help yourself – so you did, thanking them for their hospitality. 

After you ate your fill, you settled down between David and Marko. Dwayne and Paul also settled on the couch; Paul was rolling another joint. The five of you watched the movie silently for some time before they began to make their move. 

David was first. Turning to face you, he slid his hands under your crop top to caress your breasts, stroking and teasing your nipples before removing your shirt. Marko unbuttoned your pants, following David's lead, and slid them over your hips and down your legs before tossing them to the side.

You moaned, locking eyes with David as he continued to rub your mounds. His icy blue stare ensnared you, drawing you into a murky haze. Your mind was fuzzy and you couldn’t focus on anything but the allure of their touch. 

He crushed his lips with yours, kissing you forcefully as Dwayne and Paul removed your bra and panties with clawed fingers. 

You were now fully nude before the boys, your body ready to serve their desires.  

Who’s first? David asked through their link, feeling generous as he rubbed the bundle of nerves between your legs with leather-clad fingers.

Let’s cut Paulie some slack for once. Dwayne chuckled as he began to undress, still reveling in besting his brother twice when battling for the right to fuck first. 

Don’t do me any favors. Paul replied snarkily. You know you cheated that night when we took our girl for the first time.

Fine. Dwayne shrugged nonchalantly as he slithered to his knees and began to crawl in between your open legs. Then I’ll just go first. 

NO. Paul screeched, Dwayne’s measured taunting finally getting to him.

The boys snickered as he elbowed Dwayne to the side and took his place between your parted knees, wrapping your legs around his waist and lining his rock-hard dick up with your entrance. 

The usually reserved brunette, tickled pink, laughed deeply on his side next to the sofa as David released your mouth. Unable to contain his poker face, the platinum blond also chuckled at Paul’s antics. Marko, struggling to get undressed, giggled as he nearly fell over while slipping out of his pants and chaps. 

Paul ignored his three brothers’ teasing, focussing on studying your dazed face as he breached your plump pussy lips and pushed into your slick warmth. You moaned as Paul filled you, stretching your walls wide and stroking you deeply.

Your breath hitched as he bottomed out, his pelvis touching your own. Your eyes rolled into your head as you relished in the delicious fullness. Paul rolled his hips, bucking into you as you began to whimper and whine beneath him. 

Multiple sets of hands began to roam your body, caressing you to sweet overstimulation. You didn’t know which sensation to focus on. David’s expert tongue teasing your pert nipples? Dwayne’s supple lips trailing sensual kisses to your throat? Marko’s mischievous fingers seeking out your sensitive clit between Paul’s hungry thrusts?

You felt like a ragdoll, jostled and swayed from side to side as the four of them ruthlessly sought the pleasures of your body. 

Paul pulled out of your moist heat for a moment, and you audibly whined with frustration as he shifted you into an open space. 

“Easy, babe,” he purred as he scooped you into his arms, “we’re far from finished with you.”

Paul manipulated you onto your knees, hiking your ass into the air before he buried himself back into you and began drilling at a sinful pace. 

Finally free from his trouser entanglement, Marko positioned himself in front of you. Slipping a hand under your jaw to grip your chin, he pinched the hallows of your cheeks to coax open your plush lips. 

You opened wide for him, and he didn’t hesitate to shove his thick length into your hot mouth and down your throat. 

Your eyes went wide as his dick filled your jaws and unceremoniously bulldozed your uvula, causing you to gag and tears to prick your eyes. 

The curly-haired blond giggled at your discomfort, a sadistic grin decorating his angelic face. 

“I’m sorry, beautiful,” Marko cooed, wiping away your tears, “I can be a little rough sometimes; I hope you don’t mind.” 

You blinked up at Marko, doe-eyed, unable to move or speak due to Paul’s bucking hips and the dick down your throat. 

“Do you think you can take it?” He whispered, a dark twinkle dancing in his pupils. 

Paul paused his thrusts to wait for your response, a wolfish smirk on his lips. 

Staring, you managed to muster a muffled and unclear ‘yes,’ that elicited hearty chuckles from the boys, plus a shiver of pleasure from Marko as your vocal cords rippled around him. 

“Oookaaay,” Marko responded in a sing-song tune before darkness slipped into his voice, “I warned you, chica.”

Your eyes grew as wide as dinner plates as Paul resumed his monstrous pace, and Marko matched his stride as he began fucking your face. 

At first, Marko’s roughness triggered a painful burning in your throat – until Paul hit another sweet spot deep within your nether regions. You moaned around him as your mouth watered, causing you to drool uncontrollably. The curly-haired goblin used this to his advantage, bucking his hips into your slippery mouth with sloppy wet precision.

Marko threw his head back as delectable pressure built below the belt. He was almost there; he wouldn’t last much longer, but GOD, he was trying. Your mouth felt too good.

Dwayne sat up, leaning on his elbow with his hand resting against his chin. He shot David a playful look that rivaled Marko’s. They both nodded and began slinking toward the three of you.

You noticed them inching closer out of the corner of your eye, crawling on all fours, but you were trapped between the two wild blondes. You couldn’t do anything to move or warn the two. They both continued to jackhammer into your wet holes, mouths a gape and eyes closed. 

Paul and Marko weren’t aware of their brothers’ devious plans until David and Dwayne bent them over, forcing them to lean onto your back and head, their heavy bodies crushing you. You whined as Paul’s smooth chest rested on your lower spine, and Marko’s toned belly nearly suffocated you as he unintentionally covered your nose.

The two hissed as the platinum blond and the brunette made themselves a home inside their bodies – David and Dwayne mounting Paul and Marko, respectively. 

David rutted into Paul with dominant force, Paul’s thrusts overtaken by the power of David's hips. You mewled as David’s authority caused Paul to massage your insides more intensely.

Dwayne rolled his hips into Marko, his movements commanding but sultry. Marko’s brutal stride melted into a passionate rhythm, the brunette granting mercy to your abused throat.

The four worked in tandem, hive-minded, as they worked you and each other to ecstasy. 

They were experts at their craft. It was almost as if they’d been fucking forever. The dudes you bedded before could NEVER. 

You finally exploded, falling over the edge as you moaned around Marko’s length, your lower belly clenching as your pussy quivered in orgasm. Paul let out a feral grunt as you clamped down on him, David picking up his pace to aid his brother in riding the wave.

Marko hissed as you hummed around him, moaning and warbling from your climax as Dwayne gyrated into Marko, bucking into him deeply, massaging his prostate. 

Like dominoes, they fell, one after the other, unloading their seed deep into you, into each other. 

David and Dwayne pulled out first. Dwayne leaned lazily against the bottom of the sofa while David stood after catching his breath. The platinum blond wandered to his trench, ruffling through his pocket. He pulled out his lighter and cigarettes. 

Marko pulled out next, finally freeing your throat from his impressive girth and allowing you to speak without obstacle. He collapsed next to Dwayne, eyes half-lidded. 

Paul was last, pulling out as he wrapped an arm around your waist, the wild-haired blond saving you from falling flat on your face as your knees buckled. 

“Damn, babe,” Paul huffed, “you have some good pussy.”

He pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you as he leaned against the sofa with Dwayne and Marko. 

You giggled at his crass compliment, resting your head against his chest in blissful exhaustion.

“And a nice tight little throat, too,” Marko cooed, “but I wonder how her blood tastes.”

Dazed from pleasure, you laughed lazily, not fully registering the petite blond’s statement nor feeling the dark tension that crept into the air.

“She probably tastes like heaven now that we fucked her good,” David responded, letting out a stream of smoke, his back turned away from the four of you. “Endorphins sweeten the blood.”

Your eyes drifted to him, your brow furrowing in confusion as clarity returned to you.

“If you’re into earning your red wings,” you countered, trying to apply logic to their bizarre statements, “you're out of luck. I just came off my period.” 

David chuckled as he put out his cigarette, his back still facing you, “I’ve earned my red wings a million times over, sweetheart.”

“That’s not what we’re talking about,” he clarified as he turned, revealing his true face: a protruding brow, razor-sharp teeth, and bloodshot red-orange eyes.

You shrieked in fright, shrinking into Paul as David’s lips twisted into a cruel smirk.

Paul’s arms tightened around your waist, causing you to turn and see that he, too, wasn’t human. 

None of them were. Dwayne and Marko also sported the same visage, their faces handsome no more. 

“WHAT ARE YOU?” You howled as you struggled in Paul’s arms. 

“Take a wild guess,” Marko teased, trailing clawed fingers up your inner thigh along your hammering pulse. 

The boys chuckled as they slipped into your mind, amused by the whirlwind of thought and the mental gymnastics you were doing. Finally, a light bulb went off. 

“NO,” you whispered, “it can’t be. It’s not possible!”

“But it is, doll,” David purred as he hovered for emphasis, his feet leaving the ground before he glided towards you.

Despite what you saw, you were deeply in denial.

“VAMPIRES. AREN’T. REAL.” You shrieked through gritted teeth.

“You can keep saying that,” David replied coolly, “but that won’t keep us from having you for dinner.” 

Your eyes widened with fear, your heart skipping a beat as realization dawned on you about the true reason for your invitation. They didn’t like you. They didn’t want to date you. They wanted to eat you; they just decided to fuck you first. 

You painfully felt the irony of your dialogue from earlier. Your heart ached with betrayal, and they all laughed at you, having read your thoughts.

Then without warning, Paul hefted you up by the waist with one arm, dragging you to the table in the corner. You grew hysterical, kicking and screaming as you feebly tried to free yourself from his monstrous grip. Sweeping the table clean of the leftover beer and wings, he slammed you viciously onto the hard wooden surface, pinning you down. 

The force knocked the wind from your lungs, leaving you stunned. You lay there weakly, your throat trapped in Paul’s fist, as the others ominously approached you, growling inhumanly with predatory hunger. 

Their glowing eyes studied you as they mulled over which vein or artery to tear open. 

You wept, tears flooding from your eyes. The four now surrounded you, and you knew you would die. 

“Any last requests, doll?” David teased, his head cocked to the side as he looked down on you.

“PLEASE,” you begged pitifully, “don’t do this. I just want to go home. Let me go.” 

David snorted in amusement. They’ve heard that plea a million times. It was so pathetic; it never got old. 

“No can do,” David purred. “A man’s gotta eat; I’m afraid that’s a request we cannot grant.”

Your heart sank, and they pounced, tearing into your delicate flesh – Paul clamped onto your throat, David sank his fangs into your breast, Dwayne ripped into your wrist, and Marko gnawed at your inner thigh, his head between your legs. 

Your agonized screams echoed off the cave walls, reverberating back into your ears, taunting you with your anguish. 

You fought as best as possible but could not shake them from your body. Their immortal strength was no match for you – you were staying put. 

Resigning yourself to your fate, you laid there obediently as they feasted on you, your precious life’s blood flowing into their mouths and filling their bellies. 

You suddenly felt frigidly cold. Your head began to pound, and your vision blurred. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, causing you to wheeze and gasp for air. 

Your eyes grew heavy, and you could barely keep them open. Your body was shutting down, no longer having enough to maintain consciousness. You were out like a light within five minutes of them drinking from you – never to wake again. 

Soon your body was empty, the four having sucked you dry with the remainder of your blood smeared on their faces and down their necks.

“FUCK, she was delicious,” Paul muttered after coming up for air, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“But, I’m still fucking hungry, though,” he whined.

“You drank most of her, Paulie. How can you still be hungry?” Dwayne questioned, perplexed, tossing your arm to the side, your limp wrist dangling lifelessly off the edge of the table. 

“He’s been smoking all night,” David pointed out over your cooling corpse, giving your plump breast one final squeeze. 

“Well, do you guys want seconds?” Marko asked as he rounded the table, slipping his hands under your armpits to drag your naked body to the floor. 

He dropped you carelessly on the carpet before rolling you into it, tying the bundle closed with your jeans. 

David seized your discarded crop top from the floor, tossing it in a box full of bras and underwear from previous victims. You weren’t special; you tasted great but didn’t get a label or place on the shelf. 

“Dump that, will you, Dwayne?” David ordered the brunette, gesturing to your makeshift body bag before turning to Marko. “And yes, I could definitely go for seconds. I still feel a bit peckish since Paul’s been greedy.” 

Paul flipped him off as he perched his feet on the empty table, leaning back with his arms behind his head, a look of contentment on his face. David shot him an irritated glare that said, ‘stop being lazy and clean up.’

Grumbling, Paul slinked out of the chair and grabbed a trash bag and a towel to tackle the mess of spilled beer and dusty wings that scattered the cave floor.

Dwayne scooped up your remains and journeyed up the wooden staircase to the edge of the bluff, dumping you and your belongings over the side for the sharks to feed on. If your body was ever found, there wouldn’t be much left to bring home to your mother. He then started your car, put it in gear, and rolled it over the side.

“Who are you in the mood for?” Marko asked excitedly, feeling wired from his blood buzz and eager for another excellent fuck and kill. Strolling to his discarded jeans, he reached into the pocket and pulled out his phone.

David pondered for a moment, mentally going through their Rolodex of potential victims. You got them riled up, but you were an appetizer. Now, they really wanted something good.

“You know what? You can message Monica, after all,” David decided with a smirk. “Tell her to bring Catrina, Ava, and Sky. Doordash some pizza and Tequila” 

“Fine with me,” Marko replied with a hungry grin, “Give me a moment.” 

FIN.

[A/N] This one shot is based upon some ideas from my headcanons and my multi-chapter fic. Check out my Master List if you're interested.

💙 - Ghoulgeous Immaculate

Twisted wonderland Chapter Dreams

I just realized that after reading Fanfics and head cannons that none made a au or how the twist charters would react to the dreams that Yuu/Mc has during the chapters and the Overblots. If anyone has found any of that or writes please let me know,but that would be great, the relization that Yuu knew and no one believed they