Stu the type of dude to get absolutely fucked off his face and do some stupid shit
Imagine having both chad and ethan use you as a cum dump over and over again tag team style<3
I get to go to Rockzilla and I’m freaking out!! I’m gonna cream if I make eye contact with Ronnie Radke
a lil sum for @knxfesup 🤭
Warning: threesome, jealousy, car sex, angry sex, double penetration, marking, degradation, Ethan is literally so mean in this, dumbification, sir kink, daddy kink (it’s said like one time LMFAOO), cum play, breeding kink, a little bit of anal, dom! Ethan landry, dom! Chad meeks Martin, sub!bimbo! Reader
“Oh, my god! I LOVE Kendrick Lamar!”
Your voice rings out through the party you’re at. You always get loud, but it’s not like anyone is sober enough to care. The boy in front of you, some random frat guy with average frat guy music taste, is conversating you about different bands. He smiles, throwing his head back and laughing at your excitement. He’s cute, with sandy blonde hair and and green eyes.
He’s not Ethan or Chad, though.
And you know that. But neither of two boys seem to, because they’re death staring you and the frat boy from across the room.
Chad’s jaw is clenched, hands gripping his drink harshly, as Ethan’s cold stare examines the way you move your body towards him. An innocent little sway of your hips, but Ethan knows better. He knows that move.
When you walk away from the frat boy, his number now innocently resting in your pocket, you make your way over to Ethan and Chad.
“Hey, guys!” You excitedly bring Chad into a hug and kiss Ethan on the cheek. They give you the cold shoulder, however, and ignore you. You frown, not knowing what you did wrong.
“Are you both okay? You look-”
“Shut up,” Chad snaps. “We’re going home.”
Your mouth snaps shut, but then forms into a pout.
“Why are you being so mean? I wanna stay…”
“We don’t really care what you want.” Ethan says. His hand grabs your wrist and he tugs you to him. Him and Chad begin to direct you to your car, and you follow them, irritated.
Usually Ethan lets you sit in the floorboard when Chad drives, lets you rest your cheek against his thigh while he strokes your hair. And sometimes, when Ethan drives, Chad lets you rest your head in his lap in the backseat.
But this time, Ethan shoves you into the back without even a look at you.
He gets in the passenger side, and Chad throws your bag in the back with you. He begins to drive and you glare at him in anger.
“I was having fun.”
Ethan chuckles. “Yeah, sure you were. With that fucking idiot in the backwards hat. What was his name?”
You realize that they’re jealous, and you roll your eyes.
Chad sees your reaction in the mirror and looks back at you through the reflection to give you a harsh stare.
“Don’t roll your fucking eyes at him. Answer the goddamn question.”
You shrug nervously, your attitude slightly wavering at Chad’s tone. Your pink acrylic nails tap against the door handle. The place you’re driving at is mostly empty. It’s 3 a.m, after all, and the party was away from the city.
“He was just some guy named Alex. He gave me his number because he wants to hang out together at his frat wednesday night to talk about the class we share. It’s no big deal.”
“Yeah,” Ethan scoffs. “I’m sure that was the reason. He’s just trying to get into your pants.”
You frown.
“He was just being nice…”
“Baby, guys like that aren’t being nice unless they want something.” Chad cuts in. His tone is soft. Sometimes he gets scared your naiveness might get you into trouble. Both him and Ethan have to think for you most of the time, after all.
But of course, you still have that snarky attitude.
“Whatever…” you mutter. “He’s probably better in bed, anyway. Maybe I’ll still go.”
Chad’s eyes narrow, his hand tight on the steering wheel, and Ethan turns around to look at you angrily.
“That mouth is gonna get you into trouble, bitch. I would stop while you’re ahead.”
“Or what?”
And then Chad is pulling the car over, the road empty and deserted. Both him and Ethan are fuming, and they unbuckle their seat belts and stalk over to your door. When they open it, Chad leans over to roughly undo your seat belt. Your eyes are wide, face flushed.
And then Chad pushes you down, turning your body over and bending you at your knees. He yanks your skirt up, and your underwear down. He hits your ass with a hardened force, and you cry out, hands scrambling to hold yourself up as he spanks you.
“N-no! ‘M sorry.. I won’t ever do it again, sir!”
“Unless I hear a safe word, I’m not stopping.” Chad growls. He spanks you again, harder. Your ass stings, incredibly so. “You get five hits from me, and then Ethan is going to give you five more. Is that understood?”
You nod, ass backing up against the boy’s hand more. Although you love the feeling and only have three hits left from Chad, you dread the time when Ethan has to punish you. Even if he’s the smaller of the two, he’s the meanest.
Chads hand comes down on you again, and your body surges forward in the warm leather seat. Your pussy clenches, flooding with wetness, and the boy’s hand comes down one last time. You moan at the sting, and he rubs your ass soothingly before moving out of the way so Ethan can finish the job. And when Chad goes over to the other side of the car to get into the seat beside you, he begins to stroke your hair. it’s a form of comfort; he knows how harsh your shared boyfriend can be, and always stays beside you in case you get too overwhelmed.
You can feel Ethan’s soft palms press against you, and you tense. The sting of his harsh hits doesn’t come, however.
Because his hands move from you, and down to his belt.
Your eyes widen when you hear the sound of the metal buckle coming undone. He pulls it through the loops of his jeans, and you feel the leather up against your ass.
“You know I don’t like doing this stuff, sweetness.” Ethan sighs. “But you need to be disciplined.”
And then the belt is cracking down. You cry when it hits your skin, tears welling in your eyes, but Ethan just chuckles dryly.
“Don’t cry on me now. You asked for this.”
You sniffle. “Sorry, sir.”
Ethan rolls his eyes, and spanks you again. It’s harder than the first, and it fucking hurts.
But of course, that doesn’t stop you from being extremely turned on. Your legs are shaking, your tight little cunt begging for release. But you know it probably won’t come, not for the rest of the night or tomorrow. Another one of Ethan’s forms of harsh punishment; he doesn’t like other men being around you except for Chad, and he has little patience. You knew this, of course. You don’t know why you do this to yourself.
The second hit. Your body practically flattens itself to the seat, your ass clenching to prevent the harsh sting of the belt. You try to crawl away from the painful hits, but Ethan notices, and inhales sharply through his teeth.
“Don’t do that,” he grunts. He grabs your legs and pulls you back to him roughly, and you mewl. “You’re gonna sit and take it like your supposed to, like a good fuckin’ girl. Jesus, it’s like you’re begging to get hurt. It’s pathetic.”
You shakily exhale, relaxing your body as much as you can, and the belt comes down for a third time. You sob, tears streaming messily down your flushed cheeks. Your mascara is smeared, lipstick worn off and staining the edges of your mouth. Chad watches your beautiful form next to him, his cock now in his hand as he strokes himself. Normally when you cry he’s concerned; but now, knowing that the pain brings you carnal pleasure, he wants nothing more than to shove his hot prick inside you.
You lift your head up to look at Chad, watch him touch himself and leak all over his own hand. “C’mon, sweet girl,” he murmurs “Just two more…”
“And then you’ll both fuck me?” You look into his eyes with a hazy, exited gaze. He smiles.
“Yeah, baby. Then we’ll fuck you.” He looks back at Ethan, and the boy nods.
“Give Ethan a kiss, honey. Thank him for punishing you.”
You bite your lip, hesitant. You turn around to look at him, and he smiles for the first time that night. You grin, moving your abused body up to press a kiss to his lips. The boy’s hand wraps around your throat to hold you upright, his mouth moving against yours in tandem. But only for a moment, before he pulls away.
“Thank you for punishing me, sir.” you murmur. Ethan strokes the expanse of your neck as he holds you up.
“You’re welcome, angel. Now lay back down, okay?”
You nod, bringing your body back down. He begins to give you directions, ways to position your body so Chad can see more of you and make himself feel good.
“Lift that pretty ass up… yeah, you sweet little whore. Just like that. Show Chad how slutty you are.”
You whine, pressing yourself against Ethan’s hips, feeling his hard cock poking through, as you lift your ass up.
And then he spanks you with the belt again, and more tears begin to flow. And finally, when you’re on the last hit, welts are running along your ass and thighs. You collapse in relief that it’s over. The fact that no one has stopped to see what’s going on is a mystery to you, but you aren’t complaining.
Chad moves onto his knees, his hard cock in front of you. He grabs your hair to lift you back up, and you moan. He shoves his cock into your open, awaiting mouth. You choke, your throat keening under the pressure of his fat dick. Ethan positions himself behind you, and you gasp when you feel his now naked cock pressing against your warm heat. He spreads your pussy lips apart and pushes in, filling you to the brim.
You cry out around Chad’s cock, and he mutters a small ‘son of a bitch!’ before beginning to shallowly fuck your throat.
Ethan begins to fuck you hard and rough, hands gripping your ass as he thrusts into you. He feels so hot, so good inside you, and he laughs when you try to pull yourself towards him.
“Poor baby. You just love being a little cock sleeve, huh?” Ethan spreads your cheeks apart, spitting down onto your other hole. He shoves a finger in, and you mewl. “Can’t even hold yourself up right now, and you think that that frat boy can fuck you better than us? God, you really are an airhead.”
Your cheeks heat at the degradation. The sound of both Chad and Ethan’s hips hitting your skin is loud inside the car, and your juices drip down your thighs as Ethan adds another finger to your tight ass. Chad thrusts into your mouth deeply one last time, before pulling off. You gasp for air, chest heaving, and your mouth hovers over Chad’s waist. Ethan’s thrusts begin to slow. His hips stutter, and you know he’s close.
“C’mon, Eth,” you beg, fucking your ass back onto him. He moans. “Don’t you want to cum inside my pussy? Wan’ your cum, sir, wan’ it so bad-”
“Fuck!” He groans, his cock finally spilling inside your tight heat. Your eyes roll back at the warmth, and Ethan rests himself on top of you. Your cunt is throbbing, finally getting the hot cum that it’s been aching for the entire night. Ethan rests for a moment, trying to calm his racing heartbeat.
“Gonna let me fuck her, man? Or are you gonna keep her all to yourself?” Chad teases to the boy , and he rolls his eyes in annoyance.
“Yeah, Jesus. Let me pull out.”
And when he does, he grabs you by your shoulders and spins you around. Your pussy faces Chad now, and he uses his fingers to gather the sticky cum dripping out of your opening to soak his cock. Ethan’s dick jumps at that, and he can feel himself getting hard again. His stamina is honestly scary, but it makes for good fucking at the end of the day.
You whimper when you see that he’s hard again. Chad pushes into you, the sound of Ethan’s cum inside of you making a loud wet sound. You clench around him, and the boy grits his teeth to stop from orgasming too soon. He lifts his shirt up and holds it with his teeth, watches your ass bounce as he fucks you and Ethan’s white cum create a thick ring around his dick. He brings his hands down to grip the red welts on your ass tightly. You cry out in pain, but it only spurs him on.
Ethan rubs his tip against your lips, and laughs.
“I’m gonna cum all over this slutty little face. God, you’re gonna be covered, baby. If this doesn’t get you pregnant, I don’t know what will.”
You moan, lips coming up to kiss the tip of his cock.
Ethan grins. “You like that, you sweet dumb thing? Wanna make me and Chad a daddy?”
“Yes! Please, please fill me up!”
Chad huffs, face on fire, and you clench down on him. He makes a low animalistic sound in his throat as he orgasms, his cum filling you up just like Ethan’s did. You clench, wanting to keep him cock inside for warmth. And he does just that, cock warming you as Ethan begins to touch himself in front of your face. You stick out your tongue, waiting for his load to land on it. It doesn’t take long before he’s creaming all over your tongue, face, and neck.
“Good little bitch. Take daddy’s cum. Yeah, that’s it. Filled the fuck up, aren’t you?”
You nod, trying not to giggle as your mouth stays open. Ethan lifts your chin up so he can examine his handiwork.
“Good girl. Now swallow.”
You obey, swallowing him down. He takes his fingers and scoops up some of the cum on your neck and feeds it to you, and you take it eagerly. Behind you, Chad finally pulls out, and tuts when he sees that his seed is dripping out.
“Can’t have any of that slipping out, sweet girl. Think you can hold it in with your fingers until we get home?”
“Yes, sir.”
And you do just that. As they fix your clothes and buckle you back up, you keep your fingers inside yourself obediently. Ethan keeps you company in the backseat as Chad drives once again, one hand kneading your tits and the other pressing kisses to your collarbones.
“You did such a good job. I’m so proud of you.”
“Proud enough to let me cum?” You whisper. Your eyes are hopeful, and he sighs.
“Fine, but just this once.”
And then he’s rubbing your clit in slow circles, and you’re tilting your head back in ecstasy.
I’m not even going to lie, most of my daydreams about the lost boys end up with me dying only because I’m too much of a whore for them to keep me with them.
Can u do a paul or dwayne version of
Fem!Reader x Ghost!Marko
Okay here is the final installment of the 'Here To Stay' series..? I guess.
Here To Stay (Dwayne)
TW: Death, cancer, suicide
I laid on my bed, the whole house silent. The only living thing in here now, was me. It has been a whole month since my mom died and I felt so completely numb. My mom and I both knew that it was coming for a while now. Stage 4 cancer. Even though I knew it was just a matter of time, I still wasn’t prepared for it. I don’t think anyone could ever prepare for something like that. I had only found out after she had died, that she left everything to me. The money, the house and everything in it. I would give it all up just to see her again. I stared blankly up at the ceiling, nothing really going through my head. Just… Blank. That was until I heard a noise from downstairs. I slowly sat up and just sat there for a few moments, trying to wrack my brain for what could have caused the noise, but I couldn’t think of anything. Deciding that I needed to go check, I slowly got up and made my way out of my room and down the old wooden stairs. I silently cursed as the next step my foot landed on, let out a rather loud creak. Shit. I cringed at the noise. I stayed still for a few moments and listened. Nothing. I let out a quiet breath and continued.
I made my way around the whole of the downstairs but didn’t find anything. “Great. I must be going crazy now.” I muttered to myself as I walked back into the living room. Just as I reached the stairs, about to go back up to my room, someone spoke. “You’re not crazy, princess.” I froze. My eyes wide and my heart beating so fast I could swear it was about to jump out of my chest. Though, through my initial fear, I felt a weird sort of calm and comfort wash over me at the sound of the voice. It was deep, soft and gentle. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” There it was again. His voice was like honey and I was desperate to drown in it. Suddenly, I realized that I have still yet to move or speak. Slowly, I turned around. My eyes widened even more at the sight before me. There, standing in front of me, was the most beautiful man that I have ever seen in my life. He was tall and had long dark brown hair. His jaw strong and sharp and his nose much the same. His eyes were a gorgeous chocolate brown. As my eyes traveled down, I discovered that, while he was wearing a jacket, he had no shirt on, letting me admire his toned and muscular chest and stomach. He wasn’t overly muscular, but my god was he beautiful.
He had obviously noticed my staring, the corner of his lips pulled up in a satisfied smirk as he let out a light chuckle. My cheeks burned from embarrassment and I quickly looked away. “Sorry.” I quietly muttered. Wait. Why am I apologizing? He is a stranger that somehow got into my house. Snapping my head back up to look at him, my eyebrows knitted together. “Wait. Who are you and how did you get into my house?” I asked him. He thought for a moment before answering. “My name is Dwayne. I uh.. I’m sort of.. Stuck here.” He told me. I watched his face, trying to figure out if he was lying to me or not, but his face only showed honesty. “What do you mean stuck?” I asked, curiously. I hadn’t even realized, but I had walked towards him. I was now standing right in front of him. “I’m stuck in this house. I can’t leave.” He confessed. Dwayne then went into more detail, telling me about what had happened here. The fight, him dying and even about what he and his brothers were before they died.
Dwayne and I were now sitting on the stairs, mainly because I felt a little light headed with all of the information I had just taken in. “You okay, princess?” Dwayne asked me, reaching a hand over and placing it on my knee in a comforting way. I looked up at Dwayne, meeting his eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just processing everything.” I told him truthfully. He just nodded his head in response. After a few moments, a thought occurred to me. “I just realized. I never even told you my name.” I said with a light chuckle. “It’s y/n, by the way.” I added, bumping my shoulder into his, earning a chuckle out of him. God, his smile is so gorgeous.
Dwayne couldn’t believe that he had found his mate. He felt like his heart could almost beat again. You were so beautiful, he had never seen anyone so perfect in his life. The elated feeling of happiness he felt was soon replaced with despair. He was a ghost. He was too late in finding you. He felt like his heart had been revived and then crushed at the same time. He wanted so badly to be with you, to have you as his, because you were his and he was yours, but he knew it couldn’t happen. So, he just resigned himself to watching you as you went on about your life. Years went by, you first moved in when you were seventeen and you were now almost twenty, he had kept track of your birthday. It was then that your mom died. He tried his best to keep his distance still, but his overwhelming urge to be with you and comfort you was too much, so finally, after years of just watching you, he made himself known.
Since that night, Dwayne had been hanging around basically 24/7. Not that I minded it, the exact opposite actually. For the first time since my mom had died, I was happy. Genuinely happy. Over the last couple of months that Dwayne had been around, we had gotten to know each other really well and with that, I had begun to crush on him pretty hard. Well, less crush and more falling completely in love with him. I knew that it was pointless seeing as he was a ghost but I couldn’t help it. Every time I looked at him, heard his voice, saw that adorable and slightly wonky smile of his, I just fell harder and harder. I wish we could have met before all of this. There were times when I thought for a moment that maybe he felt the same way, but my mind always brushed it off and reminded me that no one as amazing as Dwayne could like, let alone love, someone like me.
I was sitting on the couch, reading a book, when Dwayne sat down next to me. “What are you reading?” He asked. I looked up from the book to look at him. I moved the book to show him the cover. He read it and a grin broke out on his face. “Dracula, huh? It’s a good book.” He said, scooting himself closer to me. “So.. You like vampires, huh?” He asked teasingly, a sly smirk on his face as he rested one of his arms along the back of the couch and the other on his thigh. I gave him a dumbfounded look before laughing. This caused him to laugh along with me. “What was that supposed to be?” I asked him as my laughter died down. He just gave me a shrug, the smirk still not having left his face. “A pick up line?” He said. That caused me to stop. Wait. Was he being serious? Was he still just joking around?
Dwayne must have noticed my sudden change as his smirk was quickly wiped from his face and replaced with a slightly worried expression. “Sorry. Have I been reading this wrong?” He asked. It took my mind way too long to catch up with what he was saying, but I finally managed to say something. “Wait. You, like me?” I asked him, still in complete disbelief. Dwayne raised a brow at me and brought a hand to my cheek, letting his knuckles graze the skin. “I thought I was making that pretty clear, princess.” He whispered as he moved his face closer to mine. “Dwayne.” Was all I managed to breathe out as he pressed his lips to mine. I melted into him as he kissed me. I brought my arms up and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to me, not being able to get enough of him. Dwayne pulled back after a while, brushing my hair behind my ear and giving me a soft and loving smile.
“I need to tell you something, princess.” He whispered against my skin as he brought his lips to my neck. “Hmmm?” I hummed in reply, enjoying the feeling of his lips exploring my neck too much to answer with words. “Vampires, we have mates.” He spoke between kisses. “And you’re mine.” He finally said. I felt my heart skip a beat at his words. I pulled back and looked at him. “Like, soulmates?” I asked, wanting to clarify and make sure I knew exactly what he meant. Dwayne nodded. “Yes. Two souls, destined to be together by fate itself. We are two halves of a whole.” The words he spoke made my heart flutter with love and happiness. I couldn’t believe it, but it was true. I smiled at Dwayne and brought him into another kiss.
After Dwayne’s confession a few months ago, I had been on cloud nine, though, every now and then, I would be reminded of the fact that Dwayne was dead and I wasn’t. I would grow old while he would stay the same. It broke my heart to think of that. I wanted to be with him forever, just like this. Just as we are now. A thought occurred to me in times like these. If I died in this house, I could possibly become a ghost like Dwayne. That way, we could be together forever, and be just as we are now. I knew that I couldn’t bring this up to Dwayne. He would absolutely refuse me doing something like that. If I was to do it, I would have to be sneaky about it. He never did pop into the bathroom when I had the door shut. He knew I needed privacy in there and he was respectful of that. That would have to be where I did it. I already had a pretty good idea of how. There were pills in there that I had that would do the job.
That night, I had made up my mind. I would do whatever I had to to be with Dwayne forever. I told him that I was going to take a quick shower as I made my way into the bathroom. I waited a moment before turning on the shower taps then made my way to the cabinet. I took out the pill bottle and stared at it for a while. I can’t believe I’m really about to do this. I started to have second thoughts about it. Not because I didn’t want to be with Dwayne, but because I was scared. Was it going to hurt? I shook those thoughts out of my head. No. I have to do this. I twisted open the bottle and emptied the contents in my hand. I took a deep breath before I started swallowing pills. With every pill I swallowed, my nerves grew. I was scared out of my mind but there was also this little feeling of…. Comfort? I was comforted by the thought of being with Dwayne and nothing being able to tear us apart.
After I was finished, I put the bottle back in the cabinet and actually stepped into the shower, just to wet myself, then got back out. By the time I had come out of the bathroom and was back in my bedroom, I was feeling nauseous, dizzy and my head was fuzzy. Dwayne immediately knew that something was wrong. “Y/n? Are you okay? What happened?” He hurriedly asked, concern laced in his voice. He helped me over to the bed and laid me down. “Come here.” I slurred and clumsily grabbed for him. “Hold me. Please.” I mumbled as I closed my eyes. “Y/n?” Dwayne asked as he laid down beside me and held me. “What did you do?” He whispered. My body felt heavy and thinking, let alone talking, felt so difficult. “Pills” Was all I managed to get out.
Dwayne held my body as he cried. His heart was broken into a million little pieces. “Dwayne.” I said his name from beside him. I was standing beside the bed that he was still laying on. His head snapped up to me, his eyes wide. He let go of my body and gently laid it down before getting up and pulling me into a tight hug. “Why? Why did you do that?” He begged. I felt horrible about the pain that I had brought him but I knew that it was something that had to be done. “I did it for us. I did it so we could be together forever.” I whispered to him. Dwayne pulled back slightly and looked down at me. “What-” It took him a moment for my words to sink in. “Princess. You didn’t have to do that. I would never have wanted you to kill yourself just to be with me like this.” He said to me, bringing his hands up to cup my cheeks. I brought my hands up and placed them over his. “I love you, Dwayne. I would die a thousand times over if it meant I could get even just a chance to spend eternity with you.” I said, barely being about to finish my sentence as he quickly brought me into a long and passionate kiss. My arms moved and wrapped around his neck, his hand moving to my waist. “I love you too, y/n. I loved you before I met you. I loved you before our first meeting. I love you now and I will continue to love you forever.” Dwayne whispered against my lips.
TAGS: @6lostgirl6 @britany1997 @checkitoutmikey
Michael looked me over looking for any possible injuries. "What's wrong Y/N?" I shook my head "there's this guy who is trying to talk to me". Him and the girl with him chuckled "sweetie, he probably thinks that you're cute". My face flushed when she addressed me and I looked down. "Star this is Y/N my sister, she has social anxiety and is probably terrified of you". He laughed "I'm not terrified.. I just don't know what to say" I looked at her eyes for a second. She smiled "that's alright, we've all been there" a small smile formed on my lips.
Mike looked between us "well uh.. Me and Star are probably gonna go get some food, will you be okay here?". I nodded "sweet, see yah later sis" I smiled. But before I even had time to walk away four bikes closed us in. The four riders were punk bikers.
Immediately I backed against the railing to get away from them. One of the bikers who was in all black glared at Mike. His piercing blue eyes are cold and unforgiving, his spiked mullet added to his intimidating demeanor. And worst of all was the look on his face "where you going Star?" His voice is meant to scare. His tone was icy, like his glare, she looked at his nervously "for a ride. This is Michael" Mike gently took her arm as he walked towards his bike "lets go".
Mike had made his voice a little deeper to show dominance over the other male. Star stepped towards the bike but was stopped with one simple word. "Star" his tone alone said thousands of words, he knows every secret she has and then some. She's clearly scared of him.. And I see why. Her shoes clicked against the old wood of the boardwalk as she walked towards the man.
My heart twisted and I felt this odd sensation like.. Well.. I can only describe it as a tug. Passing it off as anxiety I tried to look away from the mysterious blue eyes that glared at my brother. Despite the fact that I was looking down I just knew he was looking at me. Geez I must have looked so odd standing there with my head down and my lip between my thumb and index finger.
Playing with my lip had become a nervous habit of mine, and I guess Mike saw me because he made a show of taking my side. "And who is this?" His words were almost like a purr, yet despite them being non-aggressive I was still wary. Star answered "that's Y/N.. she's Michael's sister" my eyes flicked to Star for a split second. Then back at the ground when I felt the intensity of the male in front of her. "Do you know where Nelson's point is overlooking the bluff Michael?" My eyes are now fixed on Mike. He sighed in defeat "I can't beat your bike" he looked away from him most likely out of embarrassment.
"You don't have to beat me Michael, just have to try and keep up". Me and Mike met each other's gaze, he chuckled "you can come too Y/N". When he said my name I felt that tug again, maybe that's why I looked at him. "Tell you what Michael.. Star can ride with you if Y/N rides with me" my eyes widened. They quickly flew to Mike who had a telling look, his face said please mine said don't use me as a bargaining chip!.
I lost and he smirked "it's up to you sis" I raised my eyebrows at him, Star smiled real big as she got off his bike and ran to Mike. A small whine left my throat as the reality that I have to approach this man hit me.
But I did. My feet moved faster than my brain and I made my way to him, slowly, but surely. The blonde eyes me with a smirk.. another tug "the names David Doll" he held out his hand to me so that I may get on his bike easier. Hesitantly I took his hand and slid onto the back if his bike. It wasn't the bike that made me anxious, I've ridden with Mike plenty of times. It's that he's so intimidating.
My arms lingered at my sides for a moment and he looked back at me "hold on tight Doll" I nodded and put my arms around his waist. My face flushed red and I just knew my lip was quivering. The smell of cigarette smoke and cologne danced around and mixed to make a quiet pleasant aroma.
Because I was so distracted analyzing his smell and how his hair was laid in the back, I was caught off guard as David started driving. A small gasp of surprise left my throat and the three with David chuckled as we drove past them. At first David was slow. Then he drove down a staircase and cut down the beach like a mad man. At first I was scared and held David a little tighter than I would have liked. But when David intentionally kicked dust at a group of teens trying to kiss I laughed a little. Then David kept doing it, him and his friends. It was like a competition to make me laugh.
They all made me laugh, eventually we left the beach and were in the forest. I hid my face in David's back when this happened because there were so many things happening. David chuckled "Might wanna hold on a little tighter Doll" then he jumped. Another gasp left me and I tightened my grip on him. But the worst part is the bluff.
Now I can smell the ocean, hear the ocean, but I can't see it. Mike and David are taunting each other from their spots on their bikes. Star gave me a look.. Once our eyes had locked it was the strangest thing. She moved her mouth and by all scientific laws I shouldn't have been able to hear her.
But as if she were next to me her voice broke through the sound barrier made by the wind. Right in my ears I heard "turn back now".
Her eyes switched between me and the space in front of us, that's when I realized. "David..." I mumbled barely louder than a whisper, he ignored me the louder the ocean got the more I panicked. "David" he chuckled and I just knew I was going to die. "DAVID!" With how hard I clung to him David was going to have an imprint of my arms around him.
I didn't have time to process that the bike had stopped before I heard Michael scream. "What are you tryna do huh!?" I got off David's bike and backed away. The other four riders had abandoned their bikes and were chasing Michael. David had just got off his bike when Michael got to him. Star and I both yelled at the same time. She yelled "Nooo!" I yelled "Michael!" Mike pushed a taller, more built man off of him. "Just you! No one else!" I walked over to Mike "Mikey come on calm down" he looked down at me. "Are you okay?" I nodded "are you?" He huffed and glared over me at David. Slowly I turned to look at him, he smirked at us "how far you willing to go?".
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Hii. This is just the first chapter to a story I posted to my wattpad as well. Just wanted to post it here too😊. Let me know if you like it
It’s true, I swear!
Okay, so I’m not great at doing these, but I want to start. This is mostly Paul and y/n, but there’s some Dwayne and a little Marko. David is mentioned also, but yeah.
Also, I tried to not put any descriptors referring to the reader besides the pet names.
And if you can let me know what you think, that would be appreciated.
TW: A tiny bit of swearing, but not much else.
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I was just sitting on the railing, mindlessly playing with Dwayne’s hair (who was standing between my legs with his back to me) and talking with Paul, who was also sitting on the railing with me, about how he “met and hung out with” Nikki Sixx from Motley Crüe. “ I don’t believe you, Paul. Sorry. But I just don’t.” I tell him with a laugh. “ITS TRUE!!” He practically yelled. “Why don’t you believe me sugar? I SWEAR I’m telling the truth.” He says with a pout. I just shake my head and laugh. “I don’t believe you because you’re always telling me all these elaborate, fantastical stories that, later on, I find out aren’t even true.” I tell Paul as he continues to give me the biggest pout. “But this time it’s true y/n.” He insists. I give him a huff and and roll my eyes. “Fine. I’ll ask someone more reliable if it’s true. BUT if it’s not, then you owe me the biggest apology for lying.” I tell him. I wrap my arms around Dwayne and lower my head, pecking him on the cheek before resting my cheek against his. “Dwayne. Sweetheart. My most reliable source.” I start, making Dwayne let out a low chuckle. “Did paul really meet and hangout with Nikki Sixx?” I ask him. He turned to face me and smirked. “He did. He’s not lying this time, prince/ess.” Dwayne said, watching a shocked expression grow on my face. I turned to look at Paul and before I could even get a syllable out, I was cut off. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU!!” Paul screamed, pointing at me, causing Marko, Dwayne and even David to laugh. Paul had the biggest Shit eating grin on his face. He crossed his arms and just stared at me, obviously waiting for my apology. “Okay. Sorry I doubted you Paul. Guess you weren’t full of shit this time. ” I said, raising my arms up in surrender. “You should have a little more faith in me babe.” He said all smug. I just snorted and returned my hands to Dwayne’s hair. “Paul, it being true ONE time doesn’t inspire too much faith.” I say playfully. “Yeah, whatever.” He said, waving a dismissive hand at me. “I’m still right though.” He quietly muttered. “Aww. Come here babygirl. I’m sorry.” I say to him as I reach my hand out to him. He looked at my hand and wiggling fingers, then at me. After a minute, he gave in and slid closer to me and I wrapped my arm around him and rested my head against him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and rested his head on mine. “I have faith in you Pauly.” I tell him, causing him to smile.
“Did I ever tell you about the time I met and trashed a whole hotel with Ozzy Osbourne?” Paul asked. “PAUL YOU LYING SHIT!!” Marko yelled.
Hey.. no clue if you do smut for the LOSTBOYS, but this one is for my silent boy Dwayne.
(Male) reader who dresses a lot like Bill. S Preston Esquire (cropped t-shirts, flannel And colorful jeans) meets Dwayne after bumping into him on the boardwalk and let’s just say things get a bit.. ✨Spicy✨ your David smut was magical btw!<3
Dwayne x Male reader who dresses like Bill S. Preston Esq.
Hi! Thank you so much for requesting!
I haven’t written any smut yet so I think you may be thinking of @misslavenderlady ‘s hypnokink smut with David that I reposted:)
This is my first request ever so I hope you like it!
Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, handjob, daddy kink
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After years of pinching every penny you could, spending your days mowing lawns and washing cars, you had finally saved enough money to travel to Santa Carla. Most people new Santa Carla as the murder capital of the world, you knew it as the thrifting capital of the world.
Ever since you could remember you had been obsessed with clothes. You were kind of a shy guy, so it was easier to express yourself through what you wore rather than what you said…or didn’t say for that matter. You couldn’t wait to comb through the racks and racks of cozy flannels, colorful jackets, brightly colored tops, and whatever else Santa Carla had to offer.
You headed down to the boardwalk where you knew the best selections would be. You flitted from store to store combing for hidden gems in the sea of pieces. It was getting late as your scouring was coming to an end for the night. You walked along the boardwalk to your car with bags full of great finds, including a bunch of vintage Adidas tees you planned on cropping yourself, when you collided with a…brick wall?
No wait, that wasn’t a wall, it was…a stunningly attractive man? His brown eyes narrowed in confusion as he looked you up and down. You blushed as you realized you had just collided with his incredibly toned, bare chest. You sputtered put an apology as you tried to slide past him but he gripped your arm loosely. “Where are you running off to? Don’t you know it’s not safe to be alone in Santa Carla at night? It is the murder capital of the world after all.” You shot him a confused look as you glanced down at your watch. It flashed 2:48am and your jaw dropped. “I didn’t realize it was so late,” you said, have to the man and half to yourself. “I better get back to my hotel.”
“Hotel?” He asked, “you’re just visiting?”
“Yeah, flew in this morning, I head back on Thursday.” You replied.
“Well if you’re only in Santa Carla for a few days, you can’t waste your time sleeping.” He said. “Why don’t I take you around instead?”
“I don’t even know your name,” you stated
“My name’s Dwayne,” he told you, “let me show you the best that Santa Carla has to offer.”
You felt a sudden rush of adrenaline at his offer. Something inside of you was screaming to accept and let the gorgeous man take you around. ‘Fuck it’ you thought to yourself, ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead.’ “Sure Dwayne,” you said, “show me the best Santa Carla has to offer.”
That was how you found yourself pressed against the wall of the grimiest alleyway you had ever seen. Dwayne had you completely caged in by his broad shoulders and strong arms. He was palming you though your jeans with one hand, and massaging your exposed abs with the other. A moan fell from your lips as he leaned forward to nip at your neck, leaving red marks in his wake. Dwayne was a big guy, you were overwhelmed by him, his frame pressed against you, his scent all around you, his touch all over you, it was intoxicating. Dwayne, as if he could read your mind, chuckled into your neck as he continued to kiss and bite at you. “Please Dwayne,” you whispered as you moaned, “I need more please.” “What do you need baby?” Dwayne asked, still latched onto your neck, his tone teasing. You shivered at the nickname. “I- I want you to touch me,” you said shyly, “please.” Dwayne let out another laugh as he continued to palm you. “But I am touching you,” he replied. You let out a frustrated sigh.
“Yes but…but touch me more.”
“More how?”
“You know how.”
“How can i know if you don’t tell me? c’mon baby, use your words, I know you can do it.”
His condescending tone made your toes curl. You opened your mouth to ask for what you wanted, but before you could get the words out, Dwayne’s tongue was shoved down your throat. You moaned into his mouth as your eyes fluttered shut. He took the hand that had been on your abs and used it to capture both your wrists and hold them against the wall. He stopped palming you to unbutton your jeans, chuckling as you whimpered at the lost contact. He pulled away leaving you breathless. “Aw baby,” he said, “cat got your tongue?” Dwayne pouted at you mockingly. Making you flush red as the jeans you were wearing. “That’s ok sweet boy,” he whispered while stroking your cheek, “daddy knows what you need.”
He pulled your jeans and boxers down to your ankles, freeing your hardened cock to slap against your stomach. He put his thumb over the tip, smearing the bead of pre-cum that had appeared, over the head of your shaft. His fingers curled around your length, stroking you slowly with one hand, while he rid you of your cropped top with the other. You whimpered and gasped at the feeling of his huge hand around you. He stroked you firmly, his expert fingers working you slowly.
His slow pace wore on you as you found yourself again wanting more. You whined and bucked up into his hand, silently begging him to speed up his strokes. He squeezed you a bit, making you gasp in ecstasy, but did nothing to increase his pace. “Pleaseeee” you begged. “Please what baby? I thought we talked about this. I can’t read your mind now can I?” Dwayne asked you with a smirk. Tears were forming at the corner of your eyes as Dwayne continued his ministrations. You knew exactly what you wanted, but for some reason, when you opened your mouth, the words couldn’t make it past your lips. All you could do was let out an exasperated whimper. Dwayne sighed mockingly and clicked his tongue. “Such a shy boy, let daddy take care of you.”
Dwayne sped up his strokes and started to fondle your balls while keeping enough of his body weight on you to keep you pinned against the wall. He relatched onto your neck while you moaned. “Being such a good boy for daddy, letting him take care of you like this.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. You flushed and panted at his words as you felt your orgasm building. With each stroke you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. As if Dwayne could sense it, he leaned into your ear again and whispered “wanna cum baby? You gonna cum for daddy?” You moaned, “yes daddy, m’ gonna cum.” You gasped as thick ropes of cum sprayed from your cock into Dwayne’s hand. You slumped against the wall, painting from the intensity of your orgasm, Dwayne was an artist with his hands. “Dwayne,” you breathed, “I need to feel you inside me.” Dwayne smirked as he manhandled you onto all fours. “I thought you’d never ask.”
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stu macher x fem!reader
warnings: reader is kinda in subspace, mentions of pain, kissing, crying, p n v, soft-dom stu, squirting, belly bulge
author note: why tf did i have so much trouble with the warnings-
You whimpered slightly as Stu situated you on his lap. His cock brushed against your swollen clit, making you cry out.
You were overly sensitive. Stu edged you and overstimulated you for what seemed like hours. Tears fell down your cheeks as he lightly pushed you down on his cock.
“Stop crying and be a good girl for me” He kissed your tears and hugged you, while still pushing you down on his cock.
“Feels t’good” Your words slurred as you finally sunk down on him. Your walls clamped tightly onto his cock.
He let out a groan, “Fuck” his hands massaged your ass before slapping it. Your mind was clouded and you soon lost track off what was happening.
You lost strength in your legs and rested your head in the crook of Stu’s neck.
He waited a couple seconds before thrusting up into you sharply.
“Oh” you cried out, lifting your head up, suddenly wide awake.
He gave you no time to adjust and thrusted up hard into you, going at a fast pace.
“Fuck me, shit” he dragged out and moaned, looking up at you. Your moans got louder and louder.
If anyone was to walk by and hear, they’d think you were getting murdered.
He squished your cheeks, taking you in a deep kiss to silence your moans.
You moaned into his mouth, letting him take full control of your tongue.
He hummed, feeling himself getting closer.
Your stomach tightened and clenched, the pain starting to form.
He was going so hard to the point where it was hurting. Stu broke the kiss and looked down at your stomach.
He placed his hand on the bulge that formed in your stomach. “You feel me here princess, i’m right here” He rubbed your stomach and looked up at you.
“Fuuck i’m gonna-“ you were cut off with a moan when you reached your climax.
You felt the liquid gush against yours and Stu’s legs. You felt his cum release into you and he groaned deeply into your ear.
“I’m still not done with you”