prezzie for the people. lost boys rant. polyamory teeheeee. nsfw.
dwayne is the big dog boyfriend, bundles you up in his lap, drapes himself over you. david is the slightly sour cat boyfriend, looms over you, stares at you till you approach him. paul is the ferret boyfriend, always around, leaves marks that you don't remember getting. marko is the bird boyfriend, randomly develops a deep attachment to you, brings you lil trinkets.
paul has a tendency to accidentally fuck you dumb and lie on you until you stop shaking from your orgasm. dwayne does this too, except he does it on purpose. burying himself to the hilt, pressing down on your stomach to hear you whine and sob. david teases you, either denying you and making you beg or giving it to you too hard and too fast, leaving your thighs trembling and ass red. marko WILL use his paintbrush on your most sensitive spots, then make you talk to him while he's overstimulating you to tears.
everybody agrees marko is Italian. I think paul is a louisiana boy, dwayne is native american and defo sneaks parts of his culture into his outfits. to me, david is either boston or santa carla. star strikes me as having a latino background. laddie is from kansas.
david has a huge thing for corsets, always stares when a girl on the boardwalk is wearing one. he loves the silhouette and styles. paul is a piercing connoisseur - ears, tongue, lip, nipplesss. he also loves when the person suits the piercing. marko gets a fashion boner when he sees someone wearing a creative outfit - hippie, boho, trad goth, hints of culture like a dupatta with a random dress. dwayne also likes seeing cultural stuff in outfits: someone in a habesha dress, henna, stuff like that. he also loves people who never dress basic, even when they don't go out.
more lost boys. nsfw, polyamory, domesticity kind of. reader wears jewellery.
"what's the weirdest place you've had sex?"
was prompted originally by you, since your boyfriends were not shy about anything, and had the 'been there, done that' mentality. especially paul.
it was closing in on four am, which meant bed time for the lot of you. you were wandering around, changing into sleepwear and putting your clothes back in their respective places.
"you're asking us that, ma?" dwayne says from his place on the large, plumptious nest - mostly comprised of old quilts and thick pillows, courtesy of marko.
you shrug, sliding a loose shirt over your head and gesturing to him and paul - the only ones currently in the nest. "i want to hear it. i'll ask star later."
marko scoffs from behind you, tossing an old looking pillow at the brunette boyfriend. "don't remember the last time that girl got any action." you roll your eyes.
"seriously, though. where?" you start taking your rings off, securing them in a little box that was definitely older than the cave, probably a trinket marko brought over from venice. paul leans forward, pressing the side of his face against your stomach, teasing your lower back.
"a tree." dwayne starts off, earning a confused and slightly impressed look from you. "..was it comfortable?" you ask, a little nervous.
"i wasn't naked. and marko wasn't complaining." he looks behind you, grinning at the mentioned vampire shooting him a glare, and watching you flinch when a cold, gloved hand lands on your hip from behind.
"earrings." david, satisfied with your little reaction, holds his hand out, taking your earrings from you and putting them in a small chest of drawers.
"okay.. paul?" you nod to the california blonde with his face in your stomach, crawling into the nest and getting comfortable next to him.
"back of a speakeasy, with a pretty lady." that earns a giggle from you, plus the fact that he was obviously wanting to shove his hand down your underwear.
"i did it underneath a bridge, half in the water." marko calls over from digging through the trunk by his easel to give his pigeons a little pillow to rip the stuffing out of. technically, they weren't his. they just flew into the cave occasionally and took a liking to the boy.
david's next, and judging by the look he's giving you, he knows he's next. it was complicated with him, because it wasn't where he did it - it was how. with gloves, without, hand wrapped over your throat, down your pants while he whispers obscenities in your ears.
"ohio." he says, earning a scoff from marko, and a less than pleased stare from you. "seriously?" you pout.
he chuckles at your disappointment, then at the noise you make when paul stuffs his hand right where he wants it.
cw: bondage, ball gag, blindfolds, petnames, biting, scratching, knotting, soft but also hard dom demon boy, jack discovers something about himself, mating press, overstimulation, creampie.
Bondage isn't Jack's forté.
You knew he was kinky in his own way, but that was because of his animalistic tendencies in bed. He didn't behave like a human in regular domestic life, so of course he didn't during sex.
Jack was never into marks, now he bites and scratches when he's inside you. He never thought about scents, now he shoves his face in your neck. He never wanted kids, now he knots you everytime he can.
But bondage? He'd known of its existence, but he didn't like the thought of ropes, leather, and chains. He liked adjusting his lamb's body halfway through breeding, the sounds they made.
That was until now.
Here you were, calves tied to your thighs, keeping your legs spread, blindfold over your eyes, and a beginner's ball gag in your mouth. Of course, he didn't expect you to last like that the whole time.
The blindfold could be taken off by you if you wanted, so he didn't bind your hands, the gag had three small holes in it so you could breathe, and the rope tied around your legs, keeping them spread, was flimsy enough for Jack's claws to shred through if he sensed you didn't want them on anymore.
As for Jack, he was kneeling over you, purring lowly at your body being fully exposed to him.
"Little thing," he growled, the deepness of his voice making you wish you could see his face.
You felt the heat of his cock pressed against your hole, pushing inside before you got a chance to breathe.
He watched you squirm, leaning down to lick a stripe up your throat. "Oh, I know, baby, I know." Jack chuckled, trying to go slow for the first few thrusts but ultimately failing from such an erotic sight below him.
Pretty soon you were being pounded into, Jack's smooth talker demeanour slipping and reverting back to his usual growly beast self that he took on during intimacy. He bit your neck, shoulders, cheeks, anything he didn’t have to pull out to get to.
He held your legs down, scratching up your thighs, to your hips, to your sides, making you shiver underneath him. You heard him take his mask off, throwing it to the ground as soon as you felt yourself cumming.
The adorable choked moans you let out while you came didn't fall on deaf ears, they only made Jack hit deeper and deeper until he gripped your hips and buried himself down to the base of his cock inside you, filling you to the brim with his cum.
He leaned forward as his knot started to swell up, taking off your blindfold and gag and wrapping his arms around you.
Jack never spoke when he knotted you, he just purred in your ear as you got temporarily more stretched out, then when his cock softened he would fall asleep inside you, taking the ties off your legs.
manhandler. has absolutely gotten marko hard from yanking him down into his lap.
dwayne is his fellow dom, these two literally will not sub.
manspreading supreme. either that or he crosses his ankles together.
unironically uses the nicknames the fandom gives him. kitty, pet, puppy, sometimes even bunny.
lace fiend.
hates bicycles. calls them motorbikes for pussies.
had a little sister called layla.
LOVESSS big dogs. like the really fluffy ones. huskies, german shepards, even great danes.
dwayne
big. all over.
native american, cherokee specifically. not just because billy wirth is cherokee.
also a manhandler, but more in the carrying you around, and roughly sitting you on his face type.
has a thing for the bigger girlies. like a really big thing.
this man has never dyed his hair and doesn't want to, especially not after seeing the damage it does to your hair (i am a david-has-damaged-hair truther).
secretly loves it whenever paul just collapses down onto him. like a lion to a tiger.
will call you 'ma' if you're a lady. it's just how he is. 'mama', too.
fist fucker. i'm not talking about jacking off.
paul
boob connoisseur. men's, dwayne's, women's. give this man some cleavage to stare at.
got thrown over dwayne's shoulder once and moaned immediately.
dyed his hair brown once and hated it, never dyed it again.
has some sort of kink for guyliner. plus, star once wore siren eyeliner and he couldn't make eye contact.
hates minimalism. makes him want to claw his face off.
marko
paul calls him 'eros' cause he's from rome and well...you've seen his face.
kinda uses his prettiness to get what he wants. it didn't work on dwayne, and he ended up getting railed.
thinks it's ironic that he's an italian vampire.
munch. i'm not even joking, david had to hold you still once when marko was eating you out cause you kept trying to crawl away from overstimulation.
flowy dresses with thigh slits are like crack to him. topped off with thigh highs? guuhhhh
love how there's only a handful of creepypasta writers. @rainrot4me @lordprettyflackotara @noctiva @horny-marbles and they're goated. they write the best fics and they EAT IT UP EVERYTIME.
@fizzy-blood threatened me at reblog gunpoint so here u are.
Hellbeast
cw: rough sex, praise, marking (bites, claw marks, you get the gist), squirting (reader has never squirted before and Jack keeps going), overstimulation, Jack makes demon noises, mentions of pregnancy and babies, tummy bulge, Jack calls reader 'bun' and 'bunny', reader has an IUD, reader's vulva gets called a 'bunnycunt'. have fun my horny hellbeasts.
Jack was in heat, and you were helping him.
Which meant you had to know how fucking feral the sex you two would be having was, and you also had to know you would scream until your throat was dry.
You knew all that already, but it had long since entered and left your mind as the both of you were deep into whatever the number of rounds you had gone past. It had to be over ten.
He was ruthless, growling and hissing in your ear as he delved deeper into your painfully sore cunt. The scratch marks on your thighs, back, and torso were an obvious show that you were his and his only, or in his words: "mine, all fucking mine. my whiney bunny."
The position he had you in was some sort of doggystyle, your arms were pinned to your chest by his stronger ones, and you had your face buried into his dark blue pillow so that any passing person wouldn't think there was a murder taking place due to how loud and obvious the screams escaping your mouth were.
Jack didn't care, his usually sensitive eardrums were deaf to your cries that were a sexy mixture of pain and pure, unbridled pleasure.
Your cum soaked the sheets, meanwhile Jack's was being thrusted inside of you and probably past your spongy cervix, but you weren't scared by his comments to pump you full of babies because of how many times he had promised it.
He had lost count of how many times he had put a hand down on you midsection to caress the bulge of him in your tummy that would soon be filled with his pretty cubs.
Jack was spilling so much praise, telling you that, "You're such a good fucking girl, pretty pussy's so sore but she's still letting me use her, how thoughtful of you." because he knew how overstimulated this was making you.
A demonic noise cut through the scrambled mess of your thoughts, and it came from Jack's throat. You couldn't decipher what exactly it was, but it sounded like a cross between a growl, a moan, and a rough trill. While the only sounds you were making were fucked-out squeals, squeaks, and whimpers.
He mimicked you, he mimicked all the sounds flooding from your mouth with a smug tone and a deep bite on whatever skin he could clamp his razor-like teeth on.
Eventually, you felt something. Something entirely new and unfamiliar to your body, it felt like you needed to pee really badly and it was getting worse and worse the more Jack thrusted into you.
"W-wait no-!" You squealed, but Jack's pace didn't falter for even a second.
"I-fuck! I have to nghh-!" You were cut off by your own noises of pleasure, but Jack finished off your sentence for you.
"You have to pee?" He retorted, squishing his face in your neck and purring.
You nodded frantically, squirming your legs as a way to beg him for a break, but that didn't work at all.
"No you don't, bun. It's something else." It sounded like a warning, but it was too late.
Your pussy sprayed, and that only spurred him on even more, he sped up his pace and chuckled darkly in your ear.
"Awe, did I make my precious bunny squirt?" He cooed mockingly, tears of bliss streaming down your flushed face as your worn-out bunnycunt dripped with fluids.
Jack would only stop when his breeding urges wore off or his stamina ran out. And you both knew that Jack had the stamina of a demon.
sometimes the ghouls lie on the siblings of sin, usually the sisters. like you could be laying outside, not wearing much since it's summer and you feel a shadow cast over you, and boom. brick shithouse of a ghoul is draped over you like a muscular blanket.
it isn't just limited to sunny weather or outside, either. in the mornings, the ghouls are allowed to visit the sisters and hang out with them before they get ready. a sister is snug under the duvet, awake but with her eyes closed, all of a sudden the blanket is yanked up and alpha is using her as a mattress. the girls will complain about them being 'too heavy' or 'too big' but they all secretly love it.
what about the ghoulettes, you ask? the sisters lie on them. snuggles imminent.
hc that there's a cat that lives in the cave. none of the boys own her. she was a stray that came into the cave, sauntering up to david with her tail held high. she's a pretty girl, a fluffy calico with a bit of her left ear missing from tussling with other strays. they called her morris, after jim morrison, and took a liking to her very quickly. they have a 'no eating or killing animals' rule, implemented by dwayne. she gets called 'little lady', 'kitty', and 'princess paws'.
