David:
He was less than impressed when you tried to use a rude pick-up line on him, instead giving you the silent treatment.
Dwayne:
You and him decided to have a rude pick-up line war, and yours had his face contorting into something you've never seen him make.
"Hey, sweetheart. Can I oil your piston?" You giggled out as his face contorted into something of pain, worry, and disgust.
"Why would anyone use that line on a fucking guy? Like that's gotta be painful." He grimaced before you burst out laughing, straddling him.
"You know I wouldn't do that to you, babe. I mean, not unless I was using some sort of lubricating liquid." You joked, his eyes lighting up.
"Now, you're being a tease. Thanks for leaving me with that image, woman." Dwayne grumbled into your neck.
"I'm pretty sure I have some massage oil around here somewhere," you grinned evilly at him.
"NO! Fuck that shit! Get it away from me!" He yelped, throwing you onto the couch.
"Fine. I'll just have to ask Michael to massage my legs," You smirked, walking to the entrance of the cave.
"Get your annoying, but firm ass, back here." Dwayne's growl on consent made you laugh.
"I'd slap him if he tried."
Paul:
"Hey, you look a big, strong guy. You think you could handle my p***y or is it too much for you?" You scoffed as he smirked at you.
"You babe, are damn right. I can handle you and your p***y. Would you like a demonstration or more than one round to prove my point?"
"Lets help you prove that point. Numerous times would be great."
"You're a dirty girl, but you're my dirty girl."
Marko:
"That shirt's very becoming on you. It'd be better if I was coming on you."
"You want to melt in my mouth or my hand?"
Michael:
"I'm not trying to pressure you. I don't want to have sex without mutual consent. Oh, and by the way, you have my consent." You smirk before sprinting out of the kitchen.
Sam:
"Your body is a wonderland and I'd love to be Alice," you whispered in his ear, him smirking.
Edgar:
"Do you believe in karma? Because I know some good karma-sutra positions for us to try,"
Alan:
"Hey, Alan. Sex is a killer. Want to die happy?"
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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.
