@Midnight-Mia
I think she might've changed her username bc it's not showing up as ppl I follow.
The boardwalk was full of so much buzzing activity and a dangerous-filled feeling followed everyone around.
Madison Reyitch, dressed in all leather and fishnet, struts down the boardwalk, window shopping and looking for a job to earn a few bucks (not that she needed it).
Of course she got a few dirty looks from guys on motorcycles, two catching her eye.
Madison saunters down the stairs to the beach where a party rages on, people grinding on each other. Someone grabs her by the throat and she twists around to do the same, pinning the drunk teenager against a small tree. His eyes widen as she sinks her teeth into him, his body going limp. Sealing the wound seconds before death, she continues to wind her way through to the darkest part of the Santa Carla Boardwalk.
Four men stand at the alley, blocking her exit.
"Shit," she curses as they near.
"Today's not your lucky day, Miss. You came to the wrong town." The leader tries.
"Did I really? My bad." She says snarkily, the creatures circling her like prey. The guy looking like Twisted Sister meets her gaze and he stiffens. So does the Native American.
Lust clouds both their eyes and the next I know, I'm shoved up against the alley walk, their lips and hands roaming anywhere they can. I grab both of them by the chin, forcing them watch my transformation.
"At least you're not too breakable." Twisted Sister retorts, his hand sliding down to your damp panties.
"God, I love breaking things. I'm especially gonna love breaking you." Native American exclaims, copying Twisted Sister.
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Don't lie!
Am I bad at writing this kind of thing?
I'm trying really hard.
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)
Fanfiction"They're only noodles Michael. Tell me, how could a million Chinese people be wrong." Just a typical Imagines book. Requests are open, just pm me or comment. Can write smut.
