#and david's long legs are made for straddling laps

[ingravinoveritas]

Who Spread Wore It Better: Slutty Trousers Edition.

And for the hell of it, a poll...

[shxdowsofombra]

Visiting

[Hallie]

Hallie straddled Emmett’s lap as she kissed him deeply. Her fingers tangled into his hair as she grinded down against his thigh. She moaned softly as she could feel her drenched panties, letting her know how wet she was.

[Hope]

Hope figured she should tell Emmett and Hallie in person about their sibling. She looked at Zach and smiled softly before kissing him. “You okay?” She asked before knocking on the door.

[Emmett]

Emmett was about to kiss her when he heard someone knocking on the door. “It’s our parents.” He tells her as he could smell them outside. “Shit. Shit. Grab a school book or something.” He said before moving to straighten himself up and then going to get the door once Hallie looked like she was studying. 

[Hallie] 

Hallie quickly moved off of him and went to sit at the table as she crossed her legs. She grabbed a book from her backpack and opened it to a random page before grabbing a notebook. 

[Emmett]

Emmett went over to open the door and smiled when he saw both parents. “Oh hey mom and dad. We were just doing some studying. What brings you here?” 

[Zach]

“I am okay.” He saw Emmett open the door and smiled. “Good. I am glad that you two are finally getting along. Can we come inside? There is something we have to talk to you both about.” 

[Hope]

Hope smiled as she saw them both together. “Yeah, I’m glad the fighting is over. I bet David is too.” She said before waiting for Emmett to let them inside.

[Emmett]

“Yeah sure.” He says before shutting the door behind them. “So…what is it that you have to tell us? Did something bad happen or?” 

[Hallie]

Hallie closed her book before getting up and hugging her dad and then her mom. “Hi, I’ve missed you. Is everything okay?”

[Zach]

Zach hugged her back before looking at Hope. “Well…you know how you were supposed to have two little siblings…um…one of them didn’t make it. But you do have a new baby brother named Billy.” 

[Hope] 

Hope hugged Hallie before looking at Zach and taking his hand as she gave him a small smile. “We didn’t want the reporters to be the ones to tell you. So we figured we could visit and tell you.” She said before looking at Emmett’s pants. “Sweetie, you have a stain. Didn’t I teach you how to get rid of those quickly?”

[Emmett]

“It’s fine mom. I haven’t done my laundry yet. I was planning on doing it later today.” He tells her as he notices the stain on his pants. 

[Hallie]

Hallie blushed brightly before nodding. “Um I’m sorry. About…I am glad Billy is okay. I can’t wait to meet him. Maybe I can ask David to bring DJ down there to meet his Uncle?”

[Zach]

“He is still rather tiny but he is getting there. You guys don’t have to leave school or anything to come meet him immediately. I want you both to focus on school for right now. We just wanted to let you know.” 

[Hope]

“Speaking of school, I know it just started but how is it going? Are you liking it out here? You know we can let you both come back home. You don’t have to be so far away.” Hope told them.

[Emmett]

“I think things are pretty good out here. Hallie made the cheer team and I started grad school out here so…we have been looking out for each other.” He reassures them. 

[Hallie]

Hallie looked at Emmett before looking at her parents. “I would invite you to my first game but…I don’t want dad to kill people for looking at me.” She teased as she smiled.

[Zach]

“What kind of outfits are they putting you in for you to think I would kill people? They aren’t those skimpy outfits are they? I will go and talk to the principal if something happens because of them. No one here is to think my baby girl is easy because of some dumb outfit.” 

[Hope]

“You didn’t tell us you were thinking of grad school? That’s amazing Emmett. I am so proud of you.” She smiled before laughing at Zach’s words. “Zach, she’s a cheerleader. All they wear is skimpy clothes. Just pretend you don’t see it like my dad did with Ellie. I am sure it is fine or they wouldn’t let them wear it.”

[Emmett]

“Schools don’t care so long as they can make money by having students do something.” He tells her. “Um yeah I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted to get into the program on my own…” He smiles. 

[Hallie]

“Daddy, please don’t do that. That is so embarrassing. It’s not even that bad. Emmett has seen it and he didn’t try to kill anyone. And David has seen it too so..please, pretty please don’t embarrass me?” 

[Zach]

“What me? Embarrass you? Never. We are just here to support you baby.” He tells her with a smile. 

[Hope]

“Emmett, you can do anything you set your mind to. You have always been able to do things on your own, so I’m not surprised you did it. I’m surprised you wanted to stay in school.” She joked before hearing Hallie’s words. “So is the uniform appropriate, Emmett?”

[Emmett]

“Uh no it’s not but it’s the same as the ones they made Ellie wear…but if anyone were to look at her like that I would make sure they don’t do that anymore.” 

[Hallie]

Hallie smiled at her dad’s words. “Thanks daddy.” She said before looking at Emmett. “You couldn’t lie?” She asked softly.

[Zach]

“You know that Emmett wouldn’t lie to us about things when it comes to your safety.” He tells her. “But if you want us there we can come support you.” 

[Hope]

“I feel like the men in this family are overreacting. Do you have a picture in it?” She asked Hallie before moving over to her.

[Emmett]

“I am not going to lie to them about it. You know how dad gets if he were to get there and see we were not being realistic.” He tells her. 

[Hallie]

“I would love to have you there. But David will probably be there too and you guys haven’t seen him since…I would like him to stay alive.” She said before grabbing her phone and pulling up her pictures in her uniform for her mom.

[Zach]

“Mhm if David is there maybe it is best we don’t cause a scene while there. I did hear about what he said to your aunt and uncle. He isn’t doing a good job of showing he has changed.” 

[Hope]

“I wouldn’t kill him…my brother punched the shit out of him, I think that’s enough. For now.” She smiled before looking at the pictures. “Well…maybe we will just not go to your games. I don’t need your father having a heart attack.”

[Zach]

Zach snuck a peak at the outfits and nearly did have a heart attack. “That is not…those skirts are actually up your ass. How the hell…no, you shouldn’t be allowed to wear that. Do you know how many pervs out there are going to be staring at your ass and tits, Hallie?” 

[Hallie]

“He is trying…he made a mistake because he was mad. But he did take me on a date and he is helping me a lot with my studying.” She tried to defend David before hearing her dad’s words. “What do you mean I can’t wear it? That’s the uniform. I have to wear it. No one is…no one is even looking at me like that. You are being dramatic, daddy.”

[Zach]

“Do they at least give you sweaters or something so you don’t get cold in those outfits? If you get sick because they are making you wear those, I am having a serious talk with the principal here because that is unacceptable.” 

[Hallie]

“We have jackets if it rains and sweats we can wear but it’s nowhere near that type of weather yet. Dad please no, mom make him stop.” She begged.

[Hope]

Hope only smiled as she gave Hallie back her phone. “Zach, Hallie is right. You have to let her wear it. And besides, aren’t we supposed to trust that David can handle taking care of her? If there is a problem David should be able to do something about it.”

[Zach]

“Yeah, as if I trust him with our daughter after the bullshit he pulled. I don’t want your brother leaving your side at that game because if something happens I know he will do what needs to be done.” 

[Hallie]

“Oh what? No, that’s…I don’t need a babysitter. No one has even done anything to me. Right Emmett? I have been perfectly safe, right?” She asked, looking at him.

[Emmett]

Emmett was still thinking about the picture of her in the outfit and he had zoned out for a bit. “Hm? What oh yeah I have been making sure she is safe. She will be in good hands.” He tells them. 

[Hallie]

“Oh my gosh, that’s not even what I asked.” She sighed. “Daddy, please I don’t need a babysitter. Emmett doesn’t have to stay around all the time. How am I supposed to spend any time with David if Emmett is always there?”

[Zach]

“That is exactly the point. David needs to work on himself before he drags you into something that you don’t need right now. You should be focusing on school, that is why we sent you out here isn’t it?” 

[Hallie]

“He is my boyfriend, daddy. I am focusing on school, but I have to be a good girlfriend too. I can’t have sex if front of Emmett.” She said before realizing what she said. “No, I meant…I…fuck.”

[Zach]

“EXCUSE ME?” He says as he hears her words. “You are here to study not fuck your boyfriend. If you wanted to fuck around with your boyfriend you could have done that at home and didn’t need to come to school for that.” He tells her. “Maybe having her come here was a bad idea.” He says while looking at Hope. 

[Hope] 

Hope couldn’t help but laugh at Hallie’s words and just looked at Zach. “Oh, will you relax? You knew she was having sex. She has a son Zach. Of course I don’t know why you want to sleep with someone who fucked Grace. But eh, if that’s what you want to do go ahead.”

[Zach]

“I know she was but I do not want to know about what she is doing with him. I don’t need to know. I still don’t like him, you can find someone better and just split custody.”

[Hope]

“Hm…you sound like my dad.” She said looking at him before looking at Emmett. “Well you have been around both of them, is it better?”

[Emmett]

“I what? Uh..I mean I have watched DJ but I don’t know what they do. I try to tell her to just stay here but she goes with him anyway sometimes.” He sighed. 

[Hallie]

Hallie wished she could roll into a ball and just disappear. “David and I aren’t even having sex, it was just…if we were. And you all act like he is awful. He made one mistake. He is working on it. And DJ loves spending time with his dad..Uncle. Shit. I mean Uncle and me and David are working on it.”

[Zach]

“One mistake? I am sorry sleeping with Grace is not a mistake and saying things that cause your uncle who doesn’t get upset basically ever, to punch him are two things. You aren’t failing math here are you? Oh god…” He sighed. 

[Hope] 

“Zach, you are stressing her out.” She tells him. “Is DJ calling Emmett dad? Oh I am sure David loves that.” She laughed before stopping. “Sorry, I bet that’s awkward…but also funny.”

[Zach]

“Stressing her out? Me? Do you hear what she is telling us? Oh I knew this was a bad idea.” He shook his head. “Why would he call Emmett dad, that doesn’t make sense?”

[Hope]

“Yes Zach, I have ears. Our teenage daughter who we can see is beautiful is having sex with her dumbass boyfriend and is choosing to move on. She is going to school and on a cheer team with a short ass uniform. I heard everything. It’s nothing to have a panic attack over. She didn’t have to tell us anything you know.” She pointed out. “Emmett wasn’t around so it makes sense that DJ is confused on who he is. It’s not like Henry who would babysit all the time.”

[Zach]

“I think I need air fucking hell.” He says before going into the kitchen. “You have water right?” 

[Hallie]

Hallie was blushing so hard, her face felt like it was on fire. “I’m going to the bathroom.” She said before heading to the bathroom.

[Hope]

Hope just shook her head as she followed Zach. “Why are you freaking out so much Zach? You act like we didn’t do worse? That I didn’t do worse.” 

[Zach]

“This is our baby girl. Our one and only baby girl. If we fuck this up we don’t just get another one Hope.” He tells her before downing a glass of water. 

[Hope]

“Zach…you mean we don’t get another Hallie. We…” She stopped as she sighed. “Hallie loves you Zach. She has always wanted to make you happy and I know…she needs you to not freak out over normal things. Freak out when she asks you to go wedding dress shopping, or asks you to walk her down the aisle. But right now she wants a normal high school experience because she wasn’t allowed to have that. At least pretend. Emmett is here. Let him be the bad guy. Let him be the one that is over protective. Just be here for her.”

[Zach]

“Fine. Fine. I think we should just go home and come back later.” He says. “This is a lot.” 

[Hope]

Hope chose not to say anything as she just sighed. “Yeah okay…but can you just tell Emmett how proud you are of him. You know he wants to be you. It would mean more hearing it from you than it does from me.”

[Zach]

“Yes, yes, I am very proud of you Emmett for wanting to further your education and offering to watch your sister as well. I heard that graduate school is rather hard so good luck.” 

[Hope]

“How about I meet you in the car Zach? I am just going to check on Hallie and then say goodbye to Emmett.”

[Zach]

Zach nodded his head, “Good idea. I will be in the car.” He says before saying goodbye to Emmett and then going to the car. 

[Hope] 

Hope watched Zach leave and forced a smile on her face as she looked at Emmett, “I’m sorry about that. But I am extremely proud of you and thank you for watching Hallie. I know you have a life and I am sure watching your baby sister isn’t something you wanted to do. But I hope you guys are getting closer.”

[Emmett]

Emmett just sighed. “It’s okay. I figure he is acting this way because I am going to guess the other baby was a girl right? I don’t think he would be that protective, I mean he is always protective but he was freaking out a lot more than normal.” He tells her. 

[Hope]

Hope nodded, “Yeah…well it probably wouldn’t be this bad if it wasn’t the second time. So Hallie really is the only girl. I am sure she knows her father loves her, I just don’t want Zach to lose Hallie too.”

[Emmett]

“Things on the island are stressful and I know it can be hard to lose a baby. I knew dad wouldn’t take it that well either but I can understand.” He says, “I can try to talk to Hallie about it.” 

[Hope]

“Good, I would appreciate it.” She says before looking at him. “I also know, you aren’t David’s biggest fan. But if you could at least pretend. It would be nice to know Hallie has one person that actually likes her boyfriend.” She teased before moving to hug him. “I love you Emmett.”

[Emmett]

“I will try so long as he stops messing up. I can see how much it hurts her.” He tells her before hugging her back. “I love you too mom.” 

[Hope]

She smiled before letting him go. “Okay, I guess I should make sure your father didn’t have a heart attack in the car. Take care of yourself Emmett. And tell Hallie we will more than likely be at her first game so…just prepare her.” She joked before leaving. 

[Emmett]

Emmett nodded. “I am sure he just needs you know…a spa day or something. He is always so stressed out all the time.” He jokes. “Yeah I will make sure she is okay with it. Don’t worry.” He tells her before shutting the door after Hope left. 

[littlest-dark-age]

Damiano david headcannons

Tagging @daddydamiano @noshame-bb @mywritingonlyfans

Translations 1, my soul 2, angel 3, my love 4, my life 5, little star 6, puppy 7, bunny 8, sweetness. Please let me know if any translation is incorrect.

Damiano would always be pressing kisses into your soft skin, wherever he could reach at the moment. The two of you are cooking and you have a huge sleep shirt on that reveals your shoulders? Kiss. You're fiddling with his hands out in public due to nerves? He's kissing every finger while looking you in the eye with a grin. You'd think he's convinced its a carnal sin to not kiss you every five minutes

He would beg you to do his makeup, constantly. He loves the intimacy of it, you usually sit on his lap for it and the way you gently cup his strong jaw turns him into an absolute puddle. You lose count of how many times you have to make him look back at you because he just wants to close his eyes and sink into the warmth you radiate. But you can't be mad at him, not when he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes, shining with love.

Damia would absolutely give you one of his rings, and if it doesn't fit your fingers, no worries. He'll just give you one of his chains to put it on. He loves to kiss it when you wear it, whether it be on the chain or your hand. It always makes his heart skip a beat, a claim to the world that he was the lucky one to capture your affections

Please play with his hair, please. He will turn into a puppy the minute your nails graze his scalp. It doesn't matter the length, he loves it. His eyes slowly shut as you scratch at the shaved sides but he'll deny that he's about to fall asleep. 

Spa nights. Just, spa nights. He will let you put the cute animal headbands on him to keep his hair out of his mask, even letting you put it on him. Dami would love to watch movies like Legally Blonde and Clueless while you paint his nails and the glittery mask on his face dries. Never wearing a shirt, saying he wants skin to skin with you as he raises your shirt up to your chest so the two of you are pressed together. He'd sit on the floor, letting you work the hair mask through his hair as the first movie goes off and he starts to hunt for another, one of his hands stroking your bare leg.

Sleepy make out sessions are his favorite, after he's had his tea and the two of you are dead tired but can't stop. Even going as far to tell you that the two of you really should go to bed, as he's sweetly kissing you. There's no rush to it, no need to hide away your love as it's just the two of you. Locked away from the rest of the world, where damiano david is just yours. Where his nose keeps bumping yours just so he can hear you laugh and have you rub your own against his, like a bunny. His hands snaking up the back of your shirt to stroke down the length of your spine with the tips of his fingers. Barely enough for you to be able to feel it. 

If you were okay with it, he would absolutely want to tattoo you. He would never pressure you to if you really didn't but he would try to convince you if you were on the fence about it. If you let him pick, good luck. It would either be something like 'i am yours', which he would get a matching one. Probably around his heart. Or it would be something for måneskin. To have something he worked so hard on, permanently on someone he loves so so much would have him ecstatic. 

The pet names. They're never ending and ever changing. He says he can't help it and that he just says what comes to mind when he sees you. Whether that's anima mia 1, angelo 2, amore mio 3, vita mia 4, stellina 5, cucciolo 6, leprotta 7, or dolcezza 8. You never know which one to expect but they all bring a smile to your face, nevertheless. 

Damiano would always ask your opinion on his stage outfits, not really for reassurance but more so to involve you in every possible thing he can. He loves your input and always takes it into consideration. And you help him remember some things, like something might make him too hot or might restrict his movements on stage. The practical things he doesn't always think about, more focused on the look and aesthetic of it. 

Pictures, pictures and more pictures. He loves taking pictures of you doing the smallest of tasks, especially for when he has to be away from you. If you hid your face, he would still adore the photo but pout a bit because he couldn't see you. Even if photos could never compare to the real thing, in his words. He just wants you to be able to love yourself the way he loves you. He doesn't care about some imperfections, they're what make up you and everybody has them. So, it's probably easier to just let him have his pictures. 

His lockscreen is a picture of you and him with the cats piled up between the two of you. You didn't even know he took it until you went to check something on his phone for him. Dami says you look so peaceful in it, pressing a kiss to the cat's head with your eyes closed, and that it always helps him calm down when he looks at it. That it reminds him of home when he's not there to hold you on the nights on the road. Although, his wallpaper is an entirely different story. A bit more...spicy, if you will. It's a picture of you laying in bed wearing black lacy lingerie with a camera in your hand, and Damiano's legs are able to be seen straddling your waist.

He might not always be able to call or facetime during a tour but believe it when he makes those calls worth it. He loves to be able to call you for hours at a time and if time zones allow it, go to sleep with you on call. If not, that's okay. He has your time zone saved in his clock so he can always be sure to send you a goodnight or good morning text, even if it's a bit late or early. Damia needs to have that little slice of normalcy to keep him from going crazy during the tour. He lives and breathes music, don't get me wrong. But you are his soul and his mind, without you, there would be no music. 

If you're out with the band, he will pull you as close as you'll allow. Even onto his lap if it's a more private place or just you and the others. But this also means you'll be poked and tickled the entire night, even if you slap his hands away. He can't keep his hands off of your ribs, no matter how sore his hands get from your smacks. He compares it to when a kitten nibbles on them.

Damiano needs to be convinced to take a break and slow down, often. He gets so swept up in it that he doesn't realize he hasn't had a proper meal in a couple of days or that he's been skimping on sleep to write lyrics and play around with harmonies. Getting him out of the studio is hard, but much needed. He will appreciate it, as well as apologize for neglecting you for the past days. A nice date or just something to get him outside is just what he needed. No matter how casual it is, being able to relax and spend some time with you is one of his favorite things to do.

Some of his favorite dates are the ones where the two of you are able to just do something and have a good time without the pressure of having to dress up and get ready. He still uses the heart shaped mug you made him on one of your dates, still listens to the record you got him when the two of you got all of your favorite albums and swapped. He still has the tickets from the first movie the two of you were able to go and see together, stuck in between the worn pages of some old book of italian poems he's had forever

His love language is a mix of acts of service and gift giving. He loves to give you little trinkets and stuff he finds while on tour, each item reminding him of you in some way or another. Even if it's just a rock he thought you might like, a pair of earrings you've mentioned before or even just something he thought you might could use. And he will give you one of his oversized blazers if the two of you are out and it's cool, even make sure you have enough to eat and offer you bites of his own food if you want. Hell, if you wanted what he ordered versus what you ordered, he would swap it even if your dish isn't his favorite thing.

Dami loves cooking with you, there's something so domestic about it that he can't help but imagine your future together. He always claims that the meals the two of you prepare together are the best thing he's ever eaten, no matter how simple it is. Just don't break the pasta in front of him, you'll send him into cardiac arrest.

He loves it when you trace and kiss his tattoos, they're something he's proud of and knowing how much you like them just makes him happy. Of course, he knows you don't have to adore every tattoo he has as long as he's happy with it, but it still makes him feel nice when you show his ink a bit of love. It always tickles him a bit when you drag your nail on the ones in his chest, sending shivers down his spine when you do. 

He is a cover hog, yet denies it with every bone in his body. He claims you push them onto him most of the time, despite the fact that you struggle to cover up completely whilst he's on the other side of the bed bundled up like a baby with almost the entire cover. Thankfully, he's warm enough that you can just curl up behind him or into his side and get all the heart that you need from him. He still denies that he hogs the covers when the entire comforter is in a pile on his side, almost like he's trying to build himself a nest

Showering together is one of his favorite things, he loves how intimate it can be. Holding you and helping you wash up without any need to be awkward and feeling comfortable in your own skin in front of each other means so much to him. Being able to be open with one another and not hide anything, even if it's insecurities about your body. He understands that the world isnt always the nicest place and that he can't undo how people's words might hurt you but he'll try his best to get you to love your body

Damiano would love to teach you italian if you didn't already and wanted to learn. He's so excited to be able to share something like this with you that he doesn't realize how hard it is to teach someone an entire language. He overestimates himself and how good of a teacher he is, but that doesn't mean he won't try his best. It just takes a little bit of time, for the both of you. He understands the struggles of learning a new language and wouldn't try to push you to learn it so soon. After all, Rome wasn't built in a day. 

[somewhatgreatexpectations]

If you need me, let me know (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello!

Can I just say thank you for all the positive feedback I received for "Leave, then go"? I'm so happy you all enjoyed since this idea is fairly different. Here is more double Lizzie! Also known as "Love me (Or let me go)" part 2. Let me know what you all think! :)

Summary: Y/n attempts to navigate being there for Leigh and becomes closer with Wanda. Minor angst but also fluff.

The unexpected sound of your phone piercing through the stillness of the night paired with the bright light of your screen coming to life in the darkness startled you out of your sleep. A quick glance at the time showed you that it was well past one in the morning.

Leigh.

The surprise of seeing her name through bleary eyes almost made you miss the call. Almost. She had been isolating herself for almost two weeks now. Not that you blamed her considering the circumstances.

In a daze, you dragged your finger across the screen to accept the call. “Is this a booty call?” You joked groggily, as your muddled mind slowly began to wake up.

“Yeah. This was a mistake.” Leigh’s reply floated through the line, her tone displeased.

You pressed your palm roughly into your temple, annoyed at yourself. You nervously rushed out a reply hoping she hadn’t hung up yet. “Wait! Leigh, I’m sorry. I was joking. Wrong time. Noted." You paused slightly. "Are you okay?”

Leigh’s next response was quiet, practically inaudible. “I couldn’t sleep.”

As soon as you heard her reply you worriedly sat up on your elbows. Your eyes drifted over to the keys on your desk. If she said the word, you’d be there in an instant. “That’s understandable. Wanda was telling me you seemed overwhelmed when you met her. Is there something I can do to help?”

A tense silence hung in the air and for a moment you were sure she had actually hung up on you. “Seriously? You’ve been talking to her?” The sounds of her moving around drifted from the phone. “Why have you been talking to her?” Everything in you wished you hadn’t said anything.

You should have known better.

Even over the phone you could feel Leigh’s icy stare. “Wanda doesn’t know anyone else around here. I wanted to offer her some support. I don’t know… She’s nice.”

“And I’m not nice?”

You sputtered in shock. “What? Leigh, I never said that. We were talking about Wanda.”

Just as you were about to add more Leigh’s voice interrupted your own. “You know what? Let’s just pretend this call never happened. Goodnight.”

“Leigh-” The dial tone replaced her voice before you could say anything else.

With a groan you threw yourself back against your bed. Every conversation with Leigh felt like bomb defusing and it seemed like you could never stop them from exploding in your face.

Creating a bond with Wanda didn’t mean that you wanted to push Leigh out of your life. You couldn’t.

Leigh was in your veins.

Admittedly, you did speak to Wanda almost daily, but it was mainly over the phone. You had only seen her once since the discovery, briefly. She had randomly got called into work which ended your lunch early.

That day you had seen that she was troubled, so you offered her an ear and a shoulder to lean on which she tentatively accepted. You would have done the same for Leigh had she not rejected each attempt you had made to reach out to her.

The difference between them was that Wanda let you be there for her where Leigh used all her energy to push you away. The only reason you even knew what was going on was because Wanda confided in you. That’s how you learned Leigh was a triplet. Or well… was since Wanda brokenly informed you that their brother had passed away. Leigh would never get to know him.

Even with Leigh pushing you away, you knew you had to keep trying to be there. Maybe it would just have to be in a different way than you were there for Wanda.

______________

As gently as you could you placed the box on the doorstep and took a step back. You pulled out your phone to send a quick message before you left.

Hey. You’re probably asleep

or just don’t want to talk.

I just want you to know I’m

here for you. I said I would be

and I intend to keep my word.

So, when you wake up I left a surprise

for you at your front door.

Hopefully the raccoons don’t get

to it before you can.

If you need me, let me know.

Read 2:07 a.m.

You were surprised to see that your message was read almost as soon as you sent it. This time you didn’t expect a reply, but you were glad she had seen the message at the very least. Just as you had reached the end of the walkway you heard the front door open. You kept walking without turning towards the sound, determined to give her space.

“Where are you going?” The shock of hearing her voice caused you to trip on some loose gravel. The quiet sound of her laughter filled the still night around you.

Straightening yourself, you turned to find Leigh with the box in her hands, her head tilted in amusement. “Um. Home?” If you didn’t know better, you would have thought she wanted to say something.

As you were turning to leave again you heard Leigh’s voice. “Do you want to come inside?”

“Do you want me to come inside?” You countered. As much as you tried, you couldn’t control the way surprise seeped into your words.

Leigh playfully rolled her eyes as she pushed the door further open. “Do you expect me to be able to eat a dozen donuts by myself?”

Strolling back up the path you had walked countless times before felt foreign.

Leigh nudged you playfully as she closed the door and you couldn’t help the smile that grew because for a moment everything felt like it used to. It was dangerous and you knew it.

That’s how you ended up cross-legged on Leigh’s bed, the box of donuts between the two of you as you reminisced moments from your past.

Moments that were safe to reminisce anyway.

“In my defense I did say, David, if you call her that one more time I’m going to punch you in the face.”

“And you broke your hand punching him!” Leigh exclaimed through her laughter. Genuine laughter. Warmth blossomed in your chest at the sound.

You groaned and covered your face with your hands. “Don’t remind me. I swear his head was made of concrete. That’s why that’s the only fight I’ve ever been in.” Leigh’s laughter continued. “It was worth it though.” You added quietly.

You were too busy looking down at your lap to notice the way Leigh watched you, a small smile forming on her face. She quickly wiped it away when you looked back up at her. “If you fought every person who’s called me names, you’d be fighting a lot of people, Y/n.”

“Worth it.” You shrugged, refusing to look at her as you fiddled with a loose thread on her sheets.

A comfortable silence settled in the air. “I can take care of myself you know.” The way Leigh’s lips curled into a smile was easy. Light. Unfamiliar to you after all this time.

“Trust me. I know.” The loose thread snapped under your fingers. “Speaking of, how have you been since, well… you know.” You asked carefully, bracing yourself for the explosion that was bound to come from the question.

Leigh took in a sharp breath and for a moment you were sure she was about to kick you out for overstepping. “It… sucks. Finding out I’m adopted. Finding out I was separated at birth and suddenly have a twin sister.” A bitter chuckle fell from her lips. “I can’t say it’s the worst thing that’s happened to me in the last year and a half though.”

There was nothing you could say that would make her situation better. You knew that. Taking a risk, you sat up on your knees, moved the box to the foot of the bed and hesitantly pulled Leigh into your arms. You hoped the touch could offer her the comfort you couldn’t find the words for.

Leigh tensed almost as soon as you made contact and you were sure she was about to push you away and scream at you to get out. Just as your hands began falling away, she relaxed into the embrace, her arms wrapped around you tightly.

You both stayed wrapped in one another’s embrace for a moment. Leigh was the one who eventually pulled away. “Thank you.” Her words were hesitant.

“Of course. You know,” Gently you pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. You quickly folded your hands back together in your lap immediately after. “if you ever need me, you just have to let me know.”

Before you could say anything else, Leigh surged forward and connected her lips to yours. Despite yourself, you couldn’t help the way your lips easily fell into the familiar rhythm. This was wrong. She was vulnerable. This was so wrong.

When you came to your senses you abruptly pulled away, ignoring the way she chased after your lips. “Leigh… We shouldn’t. You’re vulnerable. I don’t want to take advantage.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest when Leigh straddled you.

Resolve was quickly slipping through your fingers when she looked at you like that. “You’re not taking advantage. Y/n… I need this. You need this. We need this.” She leaned forward so her lips lightly brushed over your own with each word she spoke. “Just this last time.” She whispered as she trailed her lips down to nip playfully at your pulse point.

Absentmindedly you ran a hand up her back until it was tangled into her silky strands. “Just like you said the last time.”

The bright light seeping through the curtains woke you up the next morning. You rolled over to find the bed empty, Leigh nowhere in sight. You wanted to say you were surprised, but you weren’t.

As much as you hate to admit it, you would’ve been more surprised if she actually stayed.

Cautiously you made your way towards the front door hoping to make it out undetected. “Y/n?” You mumbled a quiet curse as you turned in the direction of the voice.

“Jules! Long time no see.” You greeted Leigh’s sister, hoping that she wouldn’t comment on your obvious walk of shame.

The smirk on her face let you know she knew exactly what had happened. She had seen it more than enough times to recognize the signs. “Now Leigh leaving for class early totally makes sense.”

Even though you knew Leigh was avoiding you, hearing it from someone else still stung. “On that note, I need to get to work. Bye Jules.”

“Bye Y/n. Good seeing you again.” Jules took a drink of her smoothie and chuckled as you rushed out the door.

It didn’t matter how high Leigh could make you feel in the moment, it wasn’t anything compared to how low she could make you feel after.

_________

For the first time in your life, you were thankful for a chaotic shift as it prevented you from having to think about anything outside of work itself. Until you were able to take your break and look at your phone at least.

Good morning, Y/n.

I was wondering if you were

free tonight? I wanted

to make up for having

to leave early.

Sent 8:24 a.m.

No pressure though!

Sent 9:18 a.m.

The smile that appeared on your face was immediate as you rushed to send a reply back, hoping the offer was still available since she had sent that text a few hours ago.

Hi, Wanda! Sorry for

taking so long to get back

to you. Work was hectic.

Definitely free tonight.

Read 12:04 p.m.

“And every night for you.” You mumbled to yourself with a smile as you watched the bubbles appear, indicating that she was typing a reply.

Great! Does 7 work for

you? I can pick you up.

Sent 12:05 p.m.

7 is perfect!

Read 12:05 p.m.

See you then, Y/n.

Dress comfortably. :)

Sent 12:06 p.m.

Can’t wait.

Read 12:07 p.m.

You felt giddy at the idea of seeing Wanda again as thoughts of her quickly filled your mind, leaving room for nothing else as you went about your day. The day couldn’t move any slower.

__________

Almost as soon as the clock struck 7, you heard a knock at the door and rushed over to find Wanda standing before you with a shy smile. “Hi. Ready to go?”

She’s so beautiful, you thought to yourself in awe, completely entranced by the woman before you. Nothing else seemed to exist around you when she was around. You noticed that her cheeks flushed a pale pink. “Y/n?” Her eyes twinkled in amusement.

“Sorry! Just zoned out a bit there.” You mentally cursed yourself as you grabbed a jacket and stepped out. “Ready when you are.”

The featherlight touch of Wanda’s fingers grazing the small of your back as she led you to her car set your skin ablaze. “I hope you don’t mind a short hike to get to our destination today.”

Settling into the passenger seat felt easy as Wanda began the drive.

How does she manage to make everything she does look so damn breath taking?

Wanda’s hands flexed lightly on the steering wheel, her lips curling up faintly as though she knew a secret you didn’t. “I don’t mind at all.” You finally replied.

“I’m glad.” Her eyes glanced over at you momentarily before settling back on the road. “How was work today? I remember you saying it was hectic.”

Someone wanting to know about your day felt unfamiliar to you. It was a nice change. “Work was good. There was this little boy, adorable, but he was so scared to get a shot. He was hiding behind his mom the whole time. Wouldn’t even come out to play with some of the blocks we had in my office.”

Wanda hummed to let you know you had her attention. “What did you do?”

A short chuckle fell from your lips as you watched the curvy road pass you in a blur. “He became so brave the second I pulled out this Iron-Man action figure we keep in my office. It was adorable. It was like he wanted Iron-Man himself to see he was brave, you know? I let him keep that toy after he got the shot. It was one of the most adorable things I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s sweet that you’re so good with children.” The sincerity in her words made you blush.

“I try to be. Part of the job description.” You joked lightly as you deflected the compliment.

Wanda nodded faintly, acknowledging the deflection as she changed the subject. “Do you know much about him?”

You shifted slightly so you could get a better look at her. “My client?”

The was a faint hint of tension that lurked beneath the nonchalance of her next words. You didn't understand why. “No. Iron-man.” She coughed slightly. “I know some people are big fans of his and you know... you had his toy in your office.”

Unable to help yourself, you chuckled slightly. Maybe she was wondering if you were a fangirl. “I buy a lot of different toys every few months or so to keep in my office for situations like this. I also have aliens, barbies, teddy bears. It depends on the kid.” You explained. “I really only know Iron-Man’s name because of the toy. I don’t know much about the revengers in general though.”

“The Avengers.” She corrected before she could stop herself. You noticed that she winced slightly.

You snapped your fingers. “Right, I always seem to get that mixed up. They typically stay on the east coast, so I don’t pay much attention to them. I do respect what they do though.”

Wanda’s shoulders fell slightly, almost as though she was relieved. “We’re here.” She informed you as she pulled off to a dirt space on the side of the curvy road.

When you stepped out of the car, you looked around as Wanda got something out of the trunk. “Yup.”

Wanda stopped at your side. “What?”

You looked over at her and squinted your eyes slightly. “This is the part of the movie where you kill me.”

For a moment she stared at you in surprise until her eyes crinkled and an unabashed laugh fell from her lips. “I promise that was never in the plans, Y/n.” She held out a hand. “The path can be a little tricky.”

Without hesitation, you slid your hand into hers as she led you forward into the dark night, the path only lit by the moon shining brightly above your head. There was something about Wanda that made it easy for you to place your trust in her. There was goodness to her. You’d follow her just about anywhere.

You continued to walk beside her in silence, the cool metal of the rings that adorned her fingers against your skin calmed you.

If it weren’t for her hand in yours, you’d be lost in the breathtaking sight before you when she finally came to a stop.

“Wow…” You breathed out, as your breath hitched in your throat.

Wanda looked over at you, a tentative smile on her face. “Do you like it?”

On stunned feet you stepped closer to the edge, feeling Wanda’s hand fall from your own. “Wanda, it’s amazing. How did you even find this place?”

“A lot of wandering. I like to come up here to think. To get away from it all. To find peace.” You heard her respond from behind you as you took in the bright lights of the city in the distance.

When you turned back you found Wanda setting a blanket on the floor. “I hope I’m not taking away from your peace by being here.”

Wanda pat the space beside her. You took a seat as you both took in the view. “You could never. For some reason, I feel at peace whenever you’re around.” She admitted, her gaze dropping to the blanket.

Your breath hitched again, but the view had nothing to do with it this time. “I feel the same with you.” You placed your hand over hers.

When her glimmering emerald eyes lifted up to meet yours you were sure you forgotten to breath entirely and for a moment it seemed as though the world around you slowed down. All that you could see was Wanda, and you could never look away. You didn't want to look away.

Your chest tightened as you watched her shift forward ever so slightly. You wanted to kiss her. You wanted nothing more than to kiss her… But it wouldn’t be fair to her. Not after last night with Leigh. Wanda deserved more.

With that in mind you begrudgingly turned away and looked back out in the distance. “Is everything okay?” Wanda questioned cautiously, unsure of what just happened.

“Oh, sure. Just a prisoner of my own mind. The usual.” You mumbled petulantly as you picked at the grass.

The curiosity in Wanda’s eyes came back in full force, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to look up and get lost in those eyes again. You wouldn’t have the strength to look away and not give into to what you desperately wanted a second time.

“In a sense aren’t we all prisoners of some sort? Prisoners to our memories, or fear, or disappointment…” Wanda tugged at her sleeves. “Aren’t we all defined by something we can’t change?” She added quietly.

You laid back, so you could look up at the moon through the trees. “I think we’re all defined by what we chose to allow ourselves to be defined by. Like you said, by memories, or fear, or disappointment. Even love and happiness. We chose, so maybe we can change it.”

You could feel Wanda lay beside you more than you could see it, her head rested softly against your own. “I would want to be defined by love.” She whispered.

“Yeah…” Like magnets your hands found one another in the open space between you two. “Me too.”

Once again, you realized that you could lose yourself in this moment. You would never be happier to be lost as long as you were getting lost in Wanda. The sound of your phone chiming in the night went unnoticed as you and Wanda spoke well into the night.

You both stayed there until the first breaks of daylight peaked over the horizon. The sky had never looked more golden or beautiful than when you had seen it reflected in her eyes.

Part 2! This was actually so fun to write (even if I did face a minor block). Hopefully this part made the dynamic that the reader shares with Leigh a bit more clear and developed what the reader is building with Wanda further as well. Don't worry, more will be revealed as the story progresses. Also Wanda has powers which will lightly come into play later.

Let me know what you all think, I'm excited to hear back! Thoughts and comments always welcome. :)

Tag list: (Please bear with me this is my first time trying this, let me know if I missed you.)

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[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

So if you want

Polylostboys x reader x star (micheal too if you want)

Blood

Smut

Loose morals

And you be you

That's it that's my ask

OOOOOH we love a poly!lost boys + Star & Michael/reader ask!! This is gonna be a fem!reader as we discussed, and since I was basically given free-reign here, here's an idea that's been in my head since Oh, Loverboy!!

First Time For Everything (Poly!Lost Boys + Star & Michael/Fem!Reader)***

Warnings: 18+, smut, hand-jobs, fingering, blow-jobs, vaginal sex, reader is afab, sexual experimentation for Michael, initiation for Michael, switch Michael, Paul/Reader/Dwayne, Marko/Star, David/Michael, blood mention/description, consensual blood drinking, slight ooc for Star, implied same universe as my fic oh loverboy,

Word Count: 1756

It wasn't an unusual occurrence for you to hang out in the cave. It was where most of your partners lived, and where you practically lived, so you ended up being there more often than not. You even had a bed, which you were currently sprawled out on.

It wasn't unusual for one of the boys to be between your legs, kissing down your neck while another held your face and stole your lips. When you felt Pauls hands reach for the waistband of your bottoms, you lifted your hips to help shimmy them off. And when you felt his fingers rub you through your panties, his hips tilting forward as if searching for the wetness he felt, you let out a shuddering moan against Dwaynes lips and fisted the sleeves of his jacket.

You could feel his lips turn upwards into a smile, the hand on your jaw giving it a gentle squeeze in response. Paul wasn't nearly as patient as Dwayne was, and it didn't take long for his fingers to run through your folds, pushing two in to the first knuckle before your mind had time to catch up.

It wasn't unusual for Star to be sitting on one of the boys' laps, a thigh between her legs and hands holding her hips down as he grinded his thigh up. She was holding onto the long strands of Markos golden blonde hair, moaning into his mouth as he ground her down onto the leather of his chaps.

His grip was hard and firm, moving her hips as the heat between her thighs grew and grew. Her hands moved, from his neck to his chest to the roughness of his jacket. Almost as if she was searching for the friction she needed.

When they finally landed on his belt, Marko nipped at her bottom lip. Nearly hard enough to draw blood. His eyes were heavy and hooded, and he bit his own lip before lifting his hips for her to continue. Her fingers were long and nimble, and they worked the belt of his chaps open with ease before she set for the button of his jeans.

The only out of the ordinary occurrence was Michael, who had the hair at the back of his neck fisted and made a noise just a tad too close to a whine when David yanked it. Though, you supposed, there was a first time for everything.

David was holding him tight, in danger of crushing Michaels half-vampire bones under his hands in a fight for dominance that Michael was quickly proving to be losing. But Michael still tried, and it only egged David on more. He wanted him to listen to him like the rest, let him lead. Maybe Michaels defiance wasn't even intentional.

Michael just knew that he liked to go slow, liked to be thorough, and that his attempts to touch and pet at the platinum haired blonde only earned him a tug that sent blood south. He tried to smooth a hand down his neck, run a hand down his chest. It only earned him a tug at the back of his head, and for David's other gloved hand to cup the side of his throat. For David to press closer, harder, so much so that he was nearly on top of him. And Michael couldn't find it in him to mind. Even if his grip was starting to hurt.

Dwayne had done Paul the favor of unzipping his white football pants and reaching inside them. He stroked him slowly, even if Paul jerked his hips up into the circle of his hand. It was a mess of hands, and Paul had to push himself up, lean on his other arm, to give Dwayne space to reach between the pair of you.

Paul mouthed at your lips sloppily, his focus elsewhere as Dwayne coaxed him to follow his rhythm. It was slow and steady, the twist and curl of his fingers inside of you. It left you breathless, and you could hear Paul's breath hitch when Dwayne commented,

"You're doing so good, Paul." And you were surprised the blonde hadn't melted right then and there.

Star stroked him, having licked and spit into her hand to slick her motions. Marko had let his head roll back for a second, the back of his head touching the couch as he focused on the feeling. But he was quick to regain himself, and pulled his head up to draw her back into a hurried kiss.

He yanked up her skirt, reaching to pull her undergarments down and give her the same treatment. She moaned into his mouth, letting the boy push her back to stand so he could tear her undergarments down her legs before pulling her back into his lap to straddle his hips.

When Star sunk onto the blonde, he held her. She'd moved so her thighs hugged his hips, one arm around his shoulder while the other positioned him inside her. He had an arm around her waist and a hand reaching up to the back of her shoulder, holding her close and steady as she adjusted to the size of him. When he finally began to move, she'd let out a soft sound, a gasp that was stolen by the air, before Marko sealed his lips over hers.

David had pushed Michaels shirt up his chest as he leaned him back on the bed. He'd, for a quick moment, had ghosted over the muscle of his abdomen, before holding his side and smoothing his hand down to his hip. David gave his hip a squeeze, grinding his thigh down and feeling Michael stifle a moan against his lips. It made a smile creep up his face as he kissed the brunette, and David wondered just how long he should tease him.

He rolled the thought over in his mind, even as his hand moved from his hip to palm him through his jeans. They'd already fallen behind the others. David could hear Stars breathy gasps, the moans that Paul didn't bother to try to keep quiet, and your own quieter ones. He heard a tear, and he wondered which one of you had just gotten some of your clothes torn off.

But David was brought back to the present when Michael reached for him. When he drew him close to roll his hips up into his hand. David squeezed him through his jeans, and relished in the sound that Michael made. His grin only grew, and David pulled away to see the growing flush on Michaels face. The dazed look in his eye.

David watched as Michaels eyes moved from him, flicked over at the sound of a cry. David looked as well, greeted by the sight of Paul slipping inside you. One of your legs was pulled up around his waist, the other held back by Dwaynes helping hand. The brunette was adjusting, moving. The pair watched as he pulled himself up, sat back on his knees, and went to undo the zipper of his jeans. But David's attention was caught by something else.

The smell of blood.

It had followed a quiet "yes", and David would've almost missed it completely if the smell hadn't hit him. David's eyes flicked to find the source, and he was rewarded by the sight of Star digging into Marko neck. Her shirt had been ripped off and discarded, as he could tell by the exposed expanse of her back, and she was trembling in Markos arms as she drank through his thrusts. She was holding the back of his head, her fingers carding through his hair and cupping the back of his neck. David watched as Marko ran a hand over her own thick, curly hair, and how it only took a single tug for her to dislodge. He kissed her, blood smearing from her mouth to his.

David saw that the sight, and the smell, had caught Michaels attention as well. His eyes were watching the sight, a hint of yellow peaking behind them as David was sure his own thirst was begging to be satiated. David peeled open his jeans, digging a hand inside to wrap around Michaels hardness. He was hot and heavy in his hand, and the brunette dragged his attention back to the platinum blonde. Even if David could see the beginning of his vampire face starting to slip. Michael rolled his hips up into David's hand, asking for more and David leaned down to press a kiss to Michaels mouth.

It seemed to catch everyone's attention. Like the first domino in a line, it set off the others. The clap of Paul's hips against yours got faster and faster, the wet sound of Dwaynes dick down your throat almost being muffled by it. David could hear another gasp, albeit muffled, and he recognized the sound of your voice. When the smell of blood filled the air again, David thought that they were almost being cruel to the brunette.

He pulled away to glance over, to put a picture to the sound, and he wasn't surprised to see Paul biting just above your breast. When another wave hit the air, David saw Markos vampiric features peek over Stars shoulder. He nearly wanted to sigh, to shake his head and laugh. Like the bridge and the campfire, this was another initiation for Michael to pass. To see if he would fit inside the world they'd created. And it seemed that the others didn't plan on leaving any part of that life out.

Michael was closing his eyes, and it was difficult to tell what urge he was fighting. The urge to cum or the urge to drink. David pulled himself up, moving to sit on his knees instead of laying besides the other. He pulled his glove off with his teeth, and he tossed it away.

"Michael," He started, trying to draw the brunettes eyes to open. He continued when they did. He held his wrist out to him, hoping that the brunette would be smart enough to piece together what he was offering by himself. It seemed he was, and it barely took a second before Michael was pulling him closer by it and digging his fangs into the flesh of his wrist. He let out a small hiss at the pain, but it barely lasted a second. "There you go, Michael." David praised, and, silently, David knew that, no matter how else the night went, Michael had passed.

[luminnara]

Goddamn, Shit-Sucking Vampires | lost boys x oc 18+ ONLY | Ch 3

Summary: Vera is an unusually vicious bloodsucker who's never stuck in one place for very long...until a mysterious feeling pulls her right to the murder capital of the world: Santa Carla, California. Now, she needs to figure out why exactly she's there, where she fits in amongst the boardwalk's nighttime denizens, and how to cope with her own personal vampire-related problems.

Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Taglist: @ilikechocolatemilkh​

Warnings: smutty smut, language, blood

“Hello, darling.”

He had been quick to take her lips with his, kissing her hungrily as she moved to straddle his lap. Before they could get too comfortable, he stood, carrying her in the direction the others had gone but stopping in a room along the way. It had been a hotel room once, a bed covered in silks like the ones from the main cavern still sitting in the middle. 

He tossed her down onto it, watching as she stretched out on her back languidly. She was so inviting. A low rumble rose in his chest as he took his coat off, leaving it on the floor with his boots and gloves. All he could pay attention to was her bare midriff and those exposed thighs, her crop top and short shorts barely leaving anything to his imagination. She sat up and shrugged her vest off, throwing it to the floor as she held eye contact with him. She was smiling the way someone did when they were keeping a juicy secret, a glint of something in her eyes as she leaned forward. 

“David,” she purred, beckoning for him with her fingers. “Come and take care of me.”

He happily crossed the space between them, crawling over her until he could kiss her again. Her hands slid up his forearms, feeling his cool skin and the muscles underneath it. He pushed her back down and she complied, biting sharply at her bottom lip.

“I want you, Vera,” he growled, sending warmth spreading through her core. 

She moaned, hands moving to his waist, slipping under his shirt. “Then take me.”

He couldn’t help himself. His hips met hers, his arousal grinding against her. He wanted her to feel what she did to him, to have some tiny inkling of what it was like to see and smell and feel her. 

“You do horrible things to me,” he breathed.

Her nails were sharp against his skin as she lightly scratched down his sides. “You can handle it.”

Chills ran down his spine and he laughed, the little grumble returning to his chest as he pinned her against the bed with his weight. “You’re mine.”

Vera watched as his face vamped out, eyes blazing yellow-orange as he snarled above her. She shivered in delight, a smile on her lips as his claws tore through her shirt and raked down her belly, ugly red marks fading almost as quickly as they appeared.

“You like it rough?” She teased, moving her knees to either side of his hips. 

With a playful snarl, he bit at her collarbone, earning a squeal. “I like it however I want.”

Vera gave a little growl and reached for his pants, tugging them open and slipping her hand in to feel him. His breathing grew heavier as he pressed his hips against her touch, desperately searching for more contact. 

“A little eager, aren’t we?” She teased, giving him a squeeze. 

“I can smell how wet you are,” his voice was husky, hand trailing down to reach her shorts. “Do you want something?”

She whined as he ripped her clothing, but she couldn’t be angry with him on top of her, nor could she be angry when he was pushing a finger inside of her. She let out the most delicious noise David had ever heard, her back arching as he pressed up into her. It had been long, far too long since she had had this.

“What was that?” He asked, twisting his hand.

She did it again, but louder, and he decided it was his favorite thing in the entire world. 

“You’re awful,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer. 

He smirked as he explored her, feeling wherever he pleased, playing with her as she moaned and squealed on top of the sheets. He learned what spots made her make which noises, and he watched as she snarled and sneered and taunted him. She was feisty, clawing at him as she urged him to get on with it, reaching up to kiss him whenever she had the ability to do so. 

It wasn’t until he made her orgasm that she vamped out, but when she did, she really did. She hissed and growled at him, becoming a wildcat that he was more than happy to subdue. He was losing control of himself as it was, chest heaving as he looked down at the most beautiful sight he had ever had the privilege of seeing. The swell of her breasts, the welts that formed and quickly disappeared whenever he bit at her boobs, the creamy, soft, gorgeous skin that he wanted to kiss and suck and maul all at the same time...it was perfect, and so was her muscular stomach, toned by so many years of being an apex predator, and so was her thick ass, and her thighs, and���

All of her. 

When he kicked his pants off and finally got to hear her cry his name, he thought he was going to lose it then and there. She felt perfect, clinging to him with her nails in his back and her fangs in his shoulder as she sobbed and snarled against his skin. She writhed beneath him, twisting and constantly trying to flip them so that she could top him. Whenever he felt her tense up as if she was about to, he would thrust into her harder, making her forget that she ever wanted to be anywhere but underneath her new mate. 

Until he finally relented and let her twist her hips, and then he realized he was absolutely fine with letting her call the shots.

“It’s not so bad, is it?” She crooned, leaning down to kiss him. Her voice was raspy when she was fully vamped out, a monstrous, snarly, beautifully sweet kind of voice that mesmerized David and left him in a haze. 

He only grunted in response, hands gripping her hips as she rode him. His eyes were glued to her as he took in the way she looked, her black hair a mess, her generous, perfect breasts bouncing slightly. He slid his hands up to cup them, squeezing and kneading and grinning when she bit her lip.

Blood ran down her chin, dripping down onto David’s chest. When he pulled her down to kiss her and get a taste, he bit her sharply, grinning when she squealed. She was funny, and delightful, and beautiful, and he had never felt that way about any girl he had fucked. There were beautiful ones, yes, but none like her. No one that he wanted to keep around. 

He knew it was all because of his hormones, ancient vampire instincts that were urging him to make Vera his and impress her enough that she stayed. He didn’t know why he was so concerned with what she thought, especially because she seemed pretty content, based on her whines and moans, but he had the need to do everything in his power to show that he was worthy of her time. 

They rolled again, David still sucking at Vera’s lip. She resisted a tiny bit, stubbornly locking her hips and thighs in an attempt to brace herself against him, but as he rolled his hips forward, she relaxed into a puddle of happy moans. When he felt her nails digging into his back, he knew she was close, and he was more than happy to suck at her neck while she said his name over and over and over. 

He buried himself deep into her when he finally came, grunting and whispering “Fuck, Vera…” in her ear until he finished and pulled back, panting as he looked down at her. She was a mess, black hair splayed across the bed, blood running from her lip and throat. 

With a smirk, David hooked his hand under her knee and brought it up for him to kiss, leaning his head against it as he watched her. “You’re beautiful.”

She opened her eyes, smiling and showing her bloody teeth. “Come here, big guy.” 

David happily complied, releasing her leg and flopping down next to her. He didn’t bother looking for either of their clothes and just wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her up against him. He would have preferred to go roost with the others, but she was already dozing off in his arms, and who was he to try to make her move? 

“Vera?” He asked, deep voice rumbling as she tucked her head in his chest.

“Hm?” She grunted sleepily.

He could tell she was barely awake, and his own eyelids were drooping as he pressed a kiss against the top of her head. “Stay. Forever.”

“Mhm,” she mumbled, snuggling as close to him as she could get. 

David made a pleased sound, not unlike a purr, and busied himself by playing with her hair until he passed out, surrounded by her scent, happier than he had been in a long time. 

-0-

Paul woke up slightly warmer than usual, which was odd, considering how generally cool the sunken hotel was. His mind was heavy and fuzzy, but it felt warm, too, and when he finally forced his eyes open, he figured out why.

“Marko,” he slurred. “The hell you doin’?”

The smaller vampire only grunted and snuggled closer. 

Paul sighed, but he really didn’t mind. It wasn’t the first time he had woken up to find Marko cuddling up to him. Sometimes, if he was a little drunk or high, Paul would even initiate it. David would rarely tolerate any kind of physical closeness, but if he was in a good mood, he allowed them to roost right up next to him. Dwayne was similar, rarely starting anything, but unlike their leader, he tended to growl and complain a lot less if Marko wanted some snuggle time. 

With a yawn, Paul shook himself lightly, sleepily looking around the cave. Marko had tucked himself right up under Paul’s chin, already fast asleep again, and Dwayne was hanging nearby, arms crossed over his chest as he snored softly. David was absent, and Paul cracked a smile when he remembered why. 

He searched for David’s mind and found him still fast asleep, but...happy. He could pick up the faintest scent of sex lingering in the air and it made his mouth water, hunger pains suddenly shooting through him. His turn with Vera would be soon, but he didn’t know if he could bear the wait. 

A little growl rose in his throat. He wanted her. He hated that David got to have her first, when he deserved her more. Paul was usually a pretty relaxed guy, preferring to get high and fool around than do anything serious, but when it came to this...he was feeling oddly savage about it. He would probably never openly defy David, who always looked out for all of the boys and proved himself to be a good leader over and over, but Vera was making him anxious. The more he woke up, the more restless he grew, until he finally gave Marko a little shove and disentangled himself from his clingy brother. 

Marko whined in protest as Paul dropped to the ground, dropping down after him just seconds later. “What’s the big deal?”

“I wanna go check on our new girl, bro,” Paul said, grinning as he dusted his sleeves off. “David’s had her all to himself long enough.”

Marko followed him out into the corridor, drooling slightly as the scents of Vera and sex grew stronger and stronger. “Smells like they had fun.”

“Too much fun,” Paul growled as they stopped in the doorway. 

The bed was a mess, sheets and silks torn to shreds. The pillows had somehow survived, and the old bed frame was still holding up, and both Paul and Marko made notes to themselves to change those when they got the chance. In the midst of it all, though, was a sight that made them hum happily; Vera was curled up on her side, perfectly happy and perfectly naked, tucked safely up against David. 

“Fuck off,” he growled sleepily when he noticed them standing there.

They only inched forward, Paul daring to venture further into the room while Marko hung back behind him. “You look a little exposed there, David. Why not take a break from guarding our little chickadee to go find some pants?”

The loud snarl that tore through David’s throat was enough to wake Vera, and she squirmed and whined in protest. Paul immediately turned his attention to her, bravely crossing the room and going so far as to lean over the foot of the bed, but David’s warning grumbles were enough to keep him from touching the female. 

Vera was finally opening her eyes to take in the scene around her when David pulled her up against him. She gave a little growl and pushed him away, struggling to prop herself up on her elbow so that she could reach out to Paul. David was being selfish, and she was already getting the feeling that all four of them were going to be almost impossible to handle. 

“C’mere,” she said tiredly, smiling and cupping Paul’s cheek when he rushed forward and leaned over her. 

David huffed.

“You shush,” Vera snapped at him. 

Marko snickered as he came up behind Paul, hoping to get some of the sugar that Vera was dishing out. David let out a dramatic sigh, sitting up and pulling Vera up against his chest while she cooed and taunted Paul, talking to him as if he were a dog while he just beamed at her adoringly. 

“What a good boy you are,” she laughed as she pinched his cheeks. “Not at all snarly like that mean old David…”

Paul growled happily. If he had a tail, it would be wagging, and David rolled his eyes at the display. Instead of saying anything snarky, though, he just nipped at the back of Vera’s neck, hands sliding around her sides to rest on her belly. He was feeling mellower now that he could wrap himself around her, and when he caught Marko creeping up around Paul, he didn’t even growl. 

“And of course, poor Marko, so ignored,” Vera giggled as she pulled him forward to kiss his nose. He and Paul were practically melting over her, happy hums and purrs filling the room. 

“Good evening,” Marko said slyly as he nuzzled his cheek against Vera’s. 

“Good evening, my little cherub,” Vera cooed, kissing his nose again and smiling when he scrunched it up. He was a mischievous little thing, but she was getting the feeling that he had to have a nasty streak, too; that sweet face and excited grin were both too innocent for him not to be hiding an ugly side. 

“I’m starving,” David mumbled, leaning his chin on top of Vera’s head. Vera had almost worn him out, since she had woken up sometime in the middle of the day and demanded more from him. He had happily obliged, of course, but now he was hungry, and whenever David was hungry, David was irritated. 

“You go get food, and I’ll stay here with—“

“You’re coming too, Paul.”

“But it’s my—“

“I would love a night on the boardwalk,” Vera interrupted, detangling herself from what was becoming a puddle of happy vampires. Marko let out a little whine as she slipped past him and began searching for her clothes, but Paul managed to grab her around the waist and scoop her up, one hand on her ass, the other on her back as he held her.

“Who says you need clothes?” He growled playfully, nipping at her cheek. 

She gave a little squeak as she struggled against him. “I do!”

“I disagree,” Marko said slyly, slipping up behind her and kissing the back of her neck. 

She swatted him away, wiggling out of Paul’s grip to search the floor and find whatever clothes she could still salvage. David had ripped a fair amount of them, but he had also been kind enough to bring her small backpack in sometime during the day, so she was at least left with one outfit. 

Paul and Marko watched as she got dressed, Marko biting his thumb in an attempt to keep himself under control. She made him hungry, in a way he wasn’t used to. It wasn’t the same as bloodlust or even normal human cravings; it was something else entirely, but it still made him ache and whine and wish that he could make it go away already. 

Vera pulled on a thong and a ratty pair of denim shorts, turning her back to the boys as she grabbed a bra and a tank top. They all had a good view of the tattoos on her back, snakes winding around skulls and portraits of women that were brightly colored and beautiful. Marko wanted to trace them, with either his fingers or his tongue, he wasn’t picky. Not very many girls around Santa Carla were marked up the way she was, and all he could think of when he looked at her was how she was such a work of art.

“Finished staring?” She asked, glancing over her shoulder. 

Paul slid up next to her, an arm around her waist. “Never, dollface.”

Vera huffed but settled in against his side. “I need more clothes. You guys got any cash?”

“Now that,” Paul spun them to face David, who was pulling his coat on, “is a question for papa bear over here.”

David gave a little growl, but reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash as he strode towards them. “Anything for the lady.”

Vera reached for it but he snatched it away, shoving it back in his pocket. She gave a little growl but followed at his heels as he left the room, Marko and Paul running along behind. They collected Dwayne as he was leaving their roost, and Vera was surprised when she caught his nostrils flaring and a quiet rumble rising in his chest. David smirked at his brother, lighting a cigarette as Laddie and Star met them in the main room. 

Vera looped her arm through David’s when she saw Star, trying to remain civil. The Halfling put her off somehow, and it wasn’t just because she was so ungrateful for the offer of immortality she kept stubbornly avoiding. There was something else that was just pissing Vera off, something about the way Star moped and so clearly hated the people that gave her a safe place to sleep and protection from the rest of the world. She almost seemed dangerous, as silly as that thought was; she wasn’t physically strong enough to do anything on her own, but the fact that she was so vocal about her displeasure made Vera suspicious that she might just be capable of betrayal.

Or maybe she was just being paranoid. 

“Chin up, girl,” Paul mocked. 

Star only scowled, following them out to the bikes. She climbed on behind David when Vera strutted past her to accept Paul’s outstretched hand, grimacing but remaining silent after Vera shot her a little snarl. 

Paul and Marko hooted with laughter as Vera climbed on and sat haughtily behind the former, unable to shake the unsettling feeling that Star was giving her. There was no logical reason for it; Star was only a Halfling, hardly anything to worry about. She had a fraction of Vera’s strength and none of her survival instincts, and should they ever face off, it would be a quick fight. All of that only made Vera more uneasy, but try as she might, she couldn’t figure out why. 

“Cheer up!” Paul shouted as his bike roared to life. 

“I’ll cheer up when I’m dead,” Vera teased, leaning up to kiss the side of his neck. 

A little jolt of electricity shot through him and he whooped, the bike tearing off in the direction of the boardwalk, Marko close behind. 

-0-

“Marko, be a dear and get me a lemonade?” Vera purred, leaning forward and brushing her fingers along his jaw. 

Marko shivered but grinned, catching her hand to kiss her palm before bouncing off in the direction of the lemonade stand. 

Vera smiled and sat back, hands clasped in her lap as she watched the crowd. There really were all types in Santa Carla, and she was surprised to find that she felt like she was beginning to fit in. 

Paul threw an arm around her waist as he leaned back against the rail she sat on, a joint in his other hand. The boardwalk had little in the way of law enforcement, thanks to the Lost Boys themselves taking officers out whenever they irritated them, so Paul was left to smoke his weed in peace for the most part. “So whaddya think, babe? Enjoying the nightlife?”

“I can get used to it.” She took a deep inhale and her smile widened at all of the scents the boardwalk was offering her. “I’m starving.”

David raised an eyebrow from where he was leaning on his bike. “Already?”

“Yes,” she shot back defensively.

“We just snacked,” Paul laughed. 

“And? I only had one boy.”

“You’re insatiable.” David said with the hint of a chuckle. Honestly, he was sort of glad that she was so much hungrier than he was. He was used to feeling annoyed at himself about it, but now he could just direct all of those thoughts towards teasing her.

Vera snorted angrily. “So? Don’t you know it’s rude to comment on a lady’s eating habits?”

“Just find it strange, considering how old you are.”

She growled. “It’s also rude to comment on a lady’s age, dickweed.”

He smirked in reply and she narrowed her eyes. She could care less about the age comment, because he was right; she wasn’t a newborn, by any means. She shouldn’t have such an unquenchable thirst for blood at this point. The boys all seemed content with one good meal a night, but she had already dragged one Surf Nazi into an alley and was on the lookout for another. 

It sure wasn’t normal, and she knew it. 

Dwayne was on her other side, leaning on the railing with his arms folded over his chest. He cast a glance towards her when he heard her huff and found that he couldn’t look away, and suddenly, he was busy memorizing every single detail about her face. 

She was beautiful, and he understood why the others liked her so much. Her lips were full and her complexion seemed like it was olive at some point before she became a creature of the night. Arched eyebrows furrowed when she narrowed those hazel eyes, a classical nose scrunching with displeasure. She had tied her hair up on top of her head, leaving her throat exposed in what could have been some sort of a dare, and Dwayne had to stop himself from leaning in and taking a bite. 

Maybe being patient was going to be harder than he thought. 

“One lemonade, for the lady,” Marko snickered as he shoved his way back through the crowd, lemonade in hand. He had heard their little discussion, and as he brought Vera her drink, he made a point of kissing her cheek. You know, like a gentleman would. 

“You little kiss ass,” Paul grumbled as Vera took the lemonade with a smile. 

Marko just winked and settled himself between Vera’s legs, a hand on each thigh as he grinned up at her. 

“Thank you, Marko,” she drawled, tangling her free hand in his curls affectionately. 

Paul only rolled his eyes and looked the other direction.

David watched them with amusement. They had been there for half an hour, just looking at the crowds while Star was off somewhere with Laddie. He could feel Max nudging at his mind, as he had been for the past hour, and finally, he gave a little snarl and let him in.

What? He snapped. 

I want to meet her, David. His sire answered. Bring her to me.

He couldn’t help but growl. After.

After what, exactly?

After everyone has had their chance. 

David felt him let out an irritated sigh, but he was going to stand his ground. Vera was making him cautious, and he wasn’t going to introduce her to the most powerful vampire he knew until they figured out just who all exactly she was destined to belong with. It was hard enough wrangling his pack without having to worry about Max butting in. 

Paul and Marko were fooling around and Vera was leaning against Dwayne when she was finally fed up enough to hop down from the railing. David raised an eyebrow at her when she put her hands on her hips and flared her nostrils in a not so subtle attempt to track down some food. 

“I’m hungry,” she declared, cocking her hip to one side as she glared at David.

“Why am I the subject of your wrath?” He quipped, waving her away dismissively. “Go find a snack if you’re so starved.”

Vera growled at his tone, but she was too hungry to try to challenge him. She wasn’t even sure where she was falling on their totem pole, and she had better things to do with her time than stand there and try to figure it out. 

“We’ll keep an eye on things.” David said with a glint in his eyes that revealed how much he enjoyed riling her up. 

Vera’s nasty snarl turned into a grin as she reached up to let her hair down, hips swaying as she disappeared into the crowd to find a boy stupid enough to go after her. 

“Is it a good idea to let her run off like that?” Marko asked, watching her go. 

“Max won’t bother her.” David straightened up. “And besides, she needs some enrichment.”

“You talk like she’s a zoo animal,” Dwayne snorted. “She doesn’t need time to play.”

“You’re right.” David smirked as he started off in the direction Vera had gone. “She needs to hunt.”

[damnedparker]

fugitives

pairing: alex law x reader (gender neutral; no y/n)

warnings: food mention, swearing, Extremely Soft alex, cliche flower date, literally all fluff because thats my brand i guess

summary: alex law is a lot of things, but he most definitely is not a shitty boyfriend.

3k words alex lawies! what! i dont even know what this is. soppy romantic stuff. i love this stupid criminal man too much and no one can stop me. all i can write is fluff. everyday i wake up and choose yearning

You almost groaned as you were brought out of a vague sort of sleep for the third time that night, your boyfriend going through another bout of shifting around for the thousandth time. Alex had always had on and off issues with falling asleep, what he attributed to having a brain that just never stopped or slowed down enough to relax unless he was completely exhausted. You understood what he meant, you only wished you could do something to help. You had tried getting him to read, or relaxing to music before sleep, but neither seemed to help much for him.

As he shifted around again, tangling and untangling his legs with yours multiple times before tossing his head to the side in frustration, you scooted away from your usual place tucked into his side. You had hopes that giving him space without you being half on top of him might help him find a comfortable enough position to fall asleep. Soon, you began to doze off again, your body tuning out his tossing and turning just enough before you were woken up by him whispering your name when he stilled. You replied in a sleepy hum, not quite coherent enough to form any words at the moment.

“Are you mad at me?” You blinked your eyes open at that, confused.

“No, Alex, why d’you think that?”

“You moved away from me.”

“I thought maybe you would be more comfortable that way is all.” You yawned, closing your eyes again.

“I’m sorry.”

“S’okay.” There was a beat of silence, and you thought he had tried to fall asleep again before he reached out for you and pulled you back into his arms, his front pressed tightly against your back. You smiled at the return of his warmth, much preferring to sleep with him holding you or vice versa. More moments of quiet passed, and you began to get sleepy again. But once more, Alex’s voice brought you back to the waking world.

“When’s the last time we went on a date?”

“What?” You mumbled, not sure if you heard him right.

“I don’t know when the last time we went out together was.” He shifted against you again to push his legs between yours, his cold feet settling against your calves. You easily fought the urge to shiver, used to his icy palms and feet pressing against your skin or warmth during the night.

“We went out to the pub just last week.” You replied, becoming fully awake now. A frustrated puff of air from Alex met the back of your neck.

“I’d hardly call me getting shitfaced-drunk a proper date, love.” His fingers began to nervously play with the hem of your shirt as he spoke, a telling tick that Alex always smoothed over with brazen or loud words, pushing down the fact that he was distressed. You covered his hand with yours and pressed it to your tummy to still his movements, now exposed from all the shifting around the both of you had done.

“I don’t need a proper date, or whatever that even means, Alex. I just like being around you.” It sounded incredibly corny, sure, but it was true. You’d much rather get plastered or stay home watching movies with your boyfriend, than have to go through the motions at some overpriced restaurant only to come home and do the very same thing you would rather be doing in the first place.

You turned around in his arms, changing positions so that your head rested on his chest, your arms hugging his middle. He began playing with your hair quietly, not saying anything after your last statement. He had seemed to relax a little at your reassurance, but you could feel the insecurity lingering in his movements and the silence that followed without some kind of acceptance or witty comment.

This time it was you who broke the quiet.

“What’s got you thinking about this in the middle of the night?”

“A few days ago, when we were hanging around on the couch, David said some fuckin’ thing about us never going out on a date, and me being a shitty boyfriend. I don’t know why I keep thinking about it.” He mumbled bitterly, upset with himself for letting this get to him. You scooted up slightly, so your face was level with his, reaching out to brush the hair out of his face, which was quite the sight from all the tossing and turning in bed.

“Well, David’s a twat,” you murmured next to his ear, causing a small grin to break out on Alex’s face. He turned to look at you, dark circles present under his icy, soft eyes, his smile unfading. You had to actively stop yourself from bursting out with an I love you, not wanting to make the moment too serious, and you weren’t sure that Alex was the type to say it. You were also a little nervous to tell him, and mostly just hoped that somehow, he knew how much you cared for him. And, of course, you hoped he felt the same. “You are anything but a shitty boyfriend, my Alex. You’re my favorite person.” He closed his eyes and leaned into your palm, now resting against his cheek. A quiet sigh of contentment left his lips, and you closed the small gap between your faces to give him a long kiss.

“Let’s go somewhere tomorrow, get away from this stupid flat for a bit.” He pressed his cheek to yours, breath tickling your ear as he murmured softly to you. Tingles spread down your spine at the intimacy, and your hand found its way under his t-shirt, soft with wear, running up his back to feel his skin.

“Where to?” You raised an eyebrow. He sat up slightly to rest his cheek on his hand as he looked down at you, pretending to think hard before answering. Your heart fluttered when his other hand found yours, gently squeezing.

“Wherever you want.”

“Well, then I’d like to stay home.” Alex sighed dramatically and hung his head in lighthearted annoyance. The smile that had overtaken your lips since he’d woken you was incapable of leaving your face as you reached out to run your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face. He peeked up at you with one eye.

“You’re so difficult, you know that?”

“I do it just to make you mad.” The smile on your face was wiped off briefly as you squeaked in surprise when Alex leapt up from his position, trying to pin you to the bed. Laughter rung out far too loudly from your lungs in the middle of the night as you scrambled to escape his hold, albeit not very successfully. Just as you had one foot on the floor to leave the bed, Alex grabbed your other ankle, and the movement of you pulling away resulted in you crashing onto the wood floor, with Alex following, landing on top of you with an almost comical oof. You groaned under him, a bit of pain coming from his weight, as well as the contact your body had made with the hard floor. There was barely a moment to register said pain, as the two of you wrestled on the floor for a bit, somehow bringing the blankets with you across the room within the struggle. You eventually yielded to your boyfriend, far too out of breath from laughter and effort to fight any longer, and also knowing you were making too much noise.

“I win.”

“Yeah, I think that happens when you give the other person a concussion.” You sarcastically replied, wincing when you tried to sit up. Alex’s eyebrows drew up in concern, but you stopped him. “I’m just kidding, Alex. But that fall did kinda hurt. You’re fucking heavy.”

“It’s all my muscles.” He grinned, letting you go to lay next to you. You pinched his bicep as he moved over.

“Yeah, these chicken arms are so strong.” You teased, and he scoffed again in feigned offence.

“You know, I’ll remember that the next time you’re drunk and you don’t want to walk home from the pub,” He pointed a finger at you, which your response was point your own at him. Except, you know, the middle one. “Ohh, you’re so sweet, darling.” He cooed. You rolled over to straddle his waist, taking his position from earlier. Alex rested his hands on your thighs, gently rubbing circles into them with his thumbs. It was a curiosity how this man didn’t get whatever he wanted when he was capable of looking at you the way he did. “Please can we go somewhere tomorrow?”

“Okay,” you finally agreed, and he sat up in excitement, making you slide down to his lap. You rested your hands on his shoulders. “Somewhere fun though. Not a fancy restaurant.”

“What about a… lower grade restaurant?”

“Alex…” He responded to your small whine with your own name in the same tone, tilting his head with the cutest puppy dog eyes in the world.

“I don’t like restaurants either, but we can get the food to go. I’ll take you to that park you like, with the botanical gardens,” he pouted. “Come on, I’ll pick you a flower or some romantic crap like that.”

“I don’t think those flowers are meant for picking, sweetheart,” His only response was a mischievous grin. You should have known better than to even try to say anything opposing his plans. You weren’t ever going to really say no in the first place; why would you reject any amount of time spent with your boyfriend? Especially when he was being uncharacteristically romantic, or at least romantic in his own way. “I suppose we can go.”

“Good,” His smile turned soft. “Now I really won’t be able to sleep.”

--

The next day, Alex burst into your apartment after you had gotten home from work. Literally right after. You had barely taken off your shoes.

“Sometimes I regret giving you a key to my flat.” Your hands gripped at the sofa you were leaning on, recovering from the minor heart attack he had given you from his sudden appearance.

“Why? I thought you liked me.” He teased, grabbing onto your waist from the side. Your eyes softened as you took in his appearance, dressed in your favorite combination of the approximately six options in clothes he had; a green sweatshirt, denim jacket, topped by his leather jacket.

“I like you very much, Alex.” your voice was almost dreamy as you said it, locking eyes with him for a moment too long. Your boyfriend shifted a little, seeming to get nervous and glancing down before he spoke.

“We best get going soon, huh?” The sudden change of subject made you swallow hard, worried you’d ruined something at his now fidgety state. You nodded and mumbled something about changing before rushing off to your room. That was weird, and the sudden shift in mood from Alex meant something was either wrong, or you had made him uncomfortable somehow. Great. Not like that won’t haunt you the rest of the night. Totally.

As soon as you emerged from your room, clothes changed and forcibly pushing down what had happened a moment ago, Alex seemed back to his regular, excited self, throwing you a grin that encouraged you to file the moment ago in the back of your mind. Along with how clammy his palm felt when he slid his fingers between yours. Maybe he was still anxious in relation to everything he said last night.

There was only a brief separation of touch as you both slid into the Mini Cooper. Key into ignition, gear shift in reverse; Alex threw his arm over the back of your seat as he backed out of the parking lot, stopping briefly with his foot on the brake to press a kiss to your cheek before switching gears and heading out onto the road. His hand soon landed in its regular affectionate spot on your thigh as he drove, turning up his favorite album so the two of you could sing along, your off-key screaming going in and out as you got swept up in random conversations. When it was warm enough, Alex would roll all the windows down, and you’d cruise forever until you end up parked in the shadows somewhere to make out like teenagers. It was torturous how much you loved him; how happy he made you feel. You hoped you made him feel the same way.

The oh-so romantic meal for the night were greasy chips to share, probably detrimental for your intestines later, and sandwiches from the place you both frequented often, as it was almost the exact middle distance between your flats. As per tradition, the two of you ate on the bench outside, as the weather was a little chilly as dusk approached, but not cold enough yet to scare you off. The two of you talked about the usual as you ate, jumping from topic to topic with the ease of trapeze artists, supporting each other with interest as you went. Alex was smiling far more than usual, especially when the two of you were talking about work of all things, and the way his eyes followed your every movement squeezed your heart just the same as his hugs did after a few days apart. Whatever was on his mind was clearly tinging his behavior, and you definitely could tell, with the other signals from other, something was up with him. You just didn’t know what.

What followed your dinner was another car ride, as the gardens you loved were too far of a walking distance. And although it wasn’t a long distance when driving, you were still anxious to get out as soon as you got there, throwing open the door mere seconds after Alex parked the car.

The gardens were fairly empty, but not totally so; a few people roamed about here and there, but they were mostly adults. Alex trailed close behind you as you began to explore, surveying all the new plants that had been added since the last time you’d been able to visit.

“I should’ve brought a camera,” he mentions as you study a patch of dahlias, maroons and oranges beautiful in the soft light of the scattered lampposts around the gardens. “You’re so pretty.” The last comment was softer than his first, amplified by his sudden presence next to you, an arm slipping around your waist. You glanced over to meet his gaze, already stuck on you, tilting your head just so. Something was definitely going on with him. But knowing Alex, he wasn’t telling you for a reason, so it’d be best to just let him get to whatever it is on his own. In all honesty, his tone had struck you silent, and you didn’t know what to say. A kiss on his jaw replaced any words you could’ve forced out of your mouth.

The two of you stuck to the other’s sides as you continued to stroll through the gardens, conversing about both the flowers and whatever tangential topic struck your thoughts.

Eventually, you ended up sitting on a bench next to your favorite flowers of the night, the honeysuckle. Something about them was drawing you towards them, and Alex had insisted you sit for a while and talk. His jacket had found its way to your shoulders a while ago, due to the slight shiver you had experienced a few times from a breeze that was a bit too strong, and your boyfriend immediately jumping on the idea that, god forbid, you were a bit too cold. He would never admit it, but sometimes he was very protective of your comfort level. It was sweet.

You were busy looking up at the stars which were growing brighter as the night wore on when Alex called your name softly. His hand slipped into yours again, beginning to play with your fingers like he always did when something was bothering him.

“You know,” he paused, looking down at his lap and seeming very interested in watching his thumb stroke and rub gently over your knuckles. “I’m sorry if I haven’t been the best boyfriend over the past year… I know I’m temperamental and annoying sometimes—”

“Alex,” you stopped him with a gentle smile. “Like I told you last night, you’re my favorite person. No conditions and no buts.” He still wouldn’t look at you, so you took the opportunity to brush his hair from his face to know you were listening attentively. “What is it?”

“I just—” He sighed, his shoulders readjusting as he sat up and finally turned his head to you. “I really love you.” His eyes were full of worry as he made his confession, and all you could do is squeeze his hand in reply with a soft, reassuring smile. “I’ve never really committed to someone before, so I’ve just been… really worried about telling you. I don’t know. I know you like me, every logical part of my brain shows me that. I know I would be devastated if you left. I just—I worry you don’t wanna be stuck with someone like me sometimes. Especially when my flatmates barely tolerate me. I don’t know how you manage to all the time.”

“It’s not something I have to think about, I just do,” you shrugged. Your brain was working on mostly auto-pilot at his words, the confession spreading warmth through your body like wildfire. “I love you, idiot. Of course I love you.” A grin spread across Alex’s face at your words, both in relief and in affection. Before you could add on to your statement, he rushed forward to smother you in an excited kiss, his hand slipping up to cradle your jaw. And then he repeated the motion, a few times over, a punctuation to his confession, and a release of worry.

“Fuck.” He murmured as he pulled away for the last time. You furrowed your eyebrows in question, as he tore his eyes away from you to lean over and pluck a honeysuckle flower from next to the bench.

“Alex, I wasn’t kidding when I said that’s not what those are for—"

“Be quiet, baby, I’m being romantic,” he shushed, tucking the flower gently above your ear. You couldn’t help the quiet laugh that escaped from you and caused you to tilt your head; just a bit too much, as the flower drifted into your lap. Alex let out another curse and carefully slipped it back to where it was, eyeing it like a disobedient dog. “I was gonna do that before I told you.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, it’s still cute now,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead before standing and tugged on the hand joined with yours. “Come on, let’s get out of here before the flower police arrest you for theft.”

“Please, they’d never catch us. I wouldn’t let them,” he scoffed, playing along. “Besides, we’re too cute to be prosecuted.”

[ingravinoveritas]

Thinking about the current state of the fandom and everyone discovering the hotness of Michael Sheen (or rediscovering the hotness of David Tennant), I've decided to create another poll, for Very Scientific Purposes. It's Friday, so let's get feral...

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

In The Air Tonight

From The MoonBrella Academy

Word Count: 2300

Warnings: sex (penatrative, m/f), erotic asphyxiation, death, angst, PTSD, mentions of war, magic, general Klaus-induced chaos. GIF by @sheehanspam

A/N: During the summer of 1974, The Kostas family feels more than the oppressive weight heat. A true prophecy warns them something is on the horizon. Something that will set the course for the rest of their lives all thanks to the man out of time and a baby they promised to raise.

Honey found her balance after straddling Leon. Her hips rolled in a steady rhythm of back and forth. Her husband reached up to caress her breasts. She seized his wrists so tight, her manicured nails dug into her own palms.

Leon, switching gears, grabbed at them roughly instead. He pinched one of Honey’s nipples swollen then the other. They were lost perfectly in his grip as he massaged them, played with them as Honey rode him. He growled and she cried out before moving his hand towards her mouth to suck and bite at Leon's finger and thumb.

They were like a couple possessed. There was something in the air like static. Manhattan was the hottest Honey had known it to be. Everyone drifted slowly and drenched in sweat on the streets and in her apartment. It had been quiet during the worst of the heat. Only Diego and Klaus dained to still visit.

Earlier in the evening, up on the roof with their feet solidly in a wading pool, Leon and Honey sensed Klaus was uneasy about everything. He complained that the temperatures and the electricity in the air was suffocating him. Making his skin crawl as he stripped to his underwear. Everyone was in stages of undress, even the littles were naked and Honey topless.

“It's like Vietnam. The humidity is cellular. I feel strange and twisted.”

“Murderous, but fancy a good shag?” Leon’s query settled across the roof. “Like you could kill who you..” he mouthed fuck.

Two sets of verdant eyes gawked at Honey who suddenly sat up and covered her breasts. “Knock it off, the both of you. You're creeping me out.”

Somehow they made it through dinner and bedtime and MASH and Carol Burnett before Leon threw Honey over his shoulder. She squealed and mimicked trying to escape, but it only spurned Leon into grabbing a fistful of her ass. He maneuvered her around so she could wrap her arms and legs around him while they lumbered and kissed and undressed towards the bedrooms.

“Shhh,” Honey admonished with a strangled laugh. She pointed at the doorway to Sugar and Sunny’s room.

Klaus had passed out on the floor between the tiny beds, his head in his arms on his stomach. Sunny half poured out of the bed with a hand on his.. uncle? Brother? Klaus’s head, little fingers tangled up as he sucked on his free thumb.

Now here they were maybe hours later, insatiable. The air was stifling and had a magnetic crackle that raised the hair on their bodies as they kept having sex. Honey pushed it out of her mind that metal objects were slowly shifting in one direction as she placed Leon's hand around her throat. Her body rocked up and down faster.

There was a blue tinge to the sky and lightning. Heat lightning Leon insisted. It set Klaus on edge with the kids playing around him. He and Sunny tested out telekinesis while Selina danced to David Bowie. Her dark eyes were covered by Klaus’s literal rose colored glasses. He kept zoning out. Like he was waiting, waiting for the consequences of all of his actions.

“Tio Topolino, watch me!” Selina spun with her arms up in the air. Uncle Mouse. Klaus had been too hard to say before she learned her parents’ native tongues.

“Something is coming, Gracie.”

“Why would you say that, Leonidas?”

They were whispering in Greek. The littles weren't quite ready for Greek yet, but Klaus was born fluent. So they spoke in hushed tones on the fire escape.

“Doesn't it feel that way? The last few Weeks. Klaus usually leaves after a day. He's been here for nearly two months. There's bound to be repercussions, right?”

“Not much happened that he's said, or we read, as the result of Vietnam or 1960-1963.”

Leon rolled his eyes at his wife and made a tsk sound, “Just a bloody apocalypse or two. That Dickensian fuck who raised him got a whole new legion off it. Klaus talked you into having our baby. Then into taking another baby he stole. Skip a stone on a pond, and it makes ripples, don’t it?”

Honey hated when her husband was right. And her vagina loved how smart he was. She had looked in the window in time to see Sunny stand and toddle towards Klaus. His eyes glossed over and lost their irises. It was as if he had gone blind.

The parents scrambled through the window towards their son, but Klaus had him by the tiny hands. Sunny's pudgy fingers curled around his.. The larger ones for stability.

“Sunny?!” Selina shook her baby brother lightly.

“Klaus what the fuck? HELP HI-!” Honey yelled but Leon clamped a hand over her mouth.

“He’ll be ok,” Klaus sort of cooed. His voice was low and gentle. “I remember these. It happened so much when I was a kid. It's the innocence I think. I lost this ability because of Reginald.”

“He's in a trance, love. Like in all those movies with seances where the medium goes wonky, and they've got a message from the other side.” .

Everyone held their breath. Then a delighted shout came from the boy. “BIRB!! BEN!!” Then his eyes came back into focus; he threw his arms around Klaus’s neck. As if that was what he planned the entire time.

“Ben?!” Two men with the same face asked simultaneously. “That's my brother.”

“That was your brother’s name?” Klaus spoke first. “Maybe that's where I got it. When Mom asked us to choose our names based on our birth countries, I thought Germany was mine. My brother was Korean, but he couldn't settle on a name. Ben came to my mind. It felt.. familiar.”

Leon walked over to his kids and his twin, or clone, or whatever Klaus was, and picked Sunny up. The toddler stuck his thumb in his mouth and flexed and unflexed his little chubby fingers in his daddy’s long curls.

The matching mess of hair covered Leon's neck and chin as Sunny laid his tiny head down on the elder’s shoulder. The little yawned as his hand now absently stroked Leon's goatee.

“He died in Cyprus. He fought for Britain against our own people. He defected and was killed,” Leon said so casually. “He was 20. I was 16. It was really bloody difficult being an immigrant. A refugee. We left Greece during the Independence War when I was a year old. There's so much death, mate. All around us. I'm just really so sorry you and Nicklaus have to see it up close. I hope here, with Honey and I, they're a bit friendlier.”

Klaus had offered to conjure Leon's brother. His Benjamin. Leon declined. One day, maybe, but 15 years still wasn't enough time. That The Séance had likewise lost his brother in battle at the same age was empathetic enough.

Everyone was a bit melancholy, the air more humid with a spark, Klaus offered to get the littles to bed. Asked if he could crash in their room tonight instead of on the couch. The couple didn't mind.

Really, if Klaus could somehow, they both preferred he just stay here permanently. Honey could keep an eye on him that way. She and Leon knew Klaus had to go back and forth, maintaining his own timeline.

Except the last time he came was two years after he smuggled Sunny to his parents. He promised five minutes. This time it had been over a year. The Kostases were worried the next time he showed up, it would be the 80s. Or they would be old, their kids in their forties.

It was a silent agreement between Leon and Honey that they liked Klaus being around. “But what’s the price WE end up paying?”

Now there they were in the throes of it all. Honey encouraged Leon to tighten his grip around her neck as she scratched at his forearm. Their bodies gyrating in ways they hadn't in years. Not since before Selina. As if they couldn't fuck each other harder or faster.

Honey started to see black spots on the corners of her eyes. She relished in the struggle to breathe. Looking down, the blue tinted midnight sky with its wild lightning reflected back at her through Leon's eyes. He looked deliberate, livid. She knew she looked barking mad to him.

Honey tore at her tits and hair as she felt an orgasm coil around her sex and stomach. She was lightheaded and unable to scream out like always. She began to laugh as best she could like a woman possessed. Rode Leon through his explosion inside of her. She mentally willed it to get her pregnant.

Such a strange thing to wish for while Leon was killing her. Except he wasn't really, was he? Honey could feel herself pass out when there was a massive explosion in the sky over Manhattan.

Leon immediately let go of his wife. A blazing white light that blinded both of them filled the bedroom, and a squawking noise sounded from down the hall. Then yelling from Klaus lost somewhere in the present and possibly Vietnam. There was giggling and the patter of feet with more incoherent shouting and swearing from the littles’ room.

The bird noise only grew over the shouting, so Honey covered her ears to drown it all out. Leon looked stunned. Like he had woken from a terrible dream. That little girl laughter. The patter of feet running down the hall. The yelling and squawking all stopped. Cut off, as if the couple had fallen deaf.

“Mummy!” Selina exclaimed delightedly. It would be strange to Honey that her daughter had developed an accent like Leon's. Except that's who she spent most of her days with. Eventually Selina grew out of it, and Little Italy would take over.

“Can we keep him?! Are you and Papa playing?”

Honey knew Selina’s little head would be tilted. Little forehead wrinkled as it gathered between her eyebrows, tiny pink mouth slightly agape. How Honey loved finding more of Leon in her daughter every day.

“Keep what, Poppet?” Leon asked while helping Honey slide off of his lap. They weren't being modest, she just clearly was coming down from an adrenaline rush.

“This!” Selina held something large and black aloft. That squawking sound again.

Her parents froze. Selina held a raven nearly the size of Sunny in front of herself. It blinked its bright ebony eyes a few times, but was rather calm for being squeezed by a 5 year old. It, he. They knew it was a he. There was even affection on his face.

“Blimey love, whatcha got there?” Leon dared to ask. He was more fascinated than scared. The corvid set Honey’s hair on end.

“It’s Ben, Daddy!” Selina made a tsk noise and rolled her eyes. Little female Leon. “Sunny told us he was coming! The sky was filled with blue people, and Topo was scared. And Sunny’s little hands were blue and Topo’s were too and then Sunny started to fly. He's on the inside roof! Is he Mary Poppins?!” Selina could barely breathe, she was so excited.

“Those blue people are sad and Topo saw one and started to cry. That blue people is Dave. Then the bird came,” she held him out again towards her parents, “and he started making noises at all the blue people and they went away except three and Topo won't stop crying and Sunny is giggling. I'm tired. Can I sleep with you?”

As calm as they could muster, Honey and Leon got out of bed and put on clothes. Leon scooped up Selina who held the raven like a baby. Her dad ignored it. They made their way to the second bedroom where a blue light emanated into the hallway.

Like Sugar said, Klaus was on his knees crying into his hands. Sunny bobbed along the ceiling. He pushed off of it and bounced back up. The little boy’s laughter was a creepy juxtaposition to his older self gently weeping on the floor.

Honey knew. Leon knew. The “blue people” were ghosts. All of that static, that violence and heat in the air the last few weeks were the dead. Crackling and surfacing, begging to break through now that TWO mediums were together. It was, they immediately understood, Klaus’s sheer willpower that had held them at bay. But he was vulnerable, lost vigilance. They all broke through at once.

“Fuck me,” Leon managed at one of two soldiers. He was taller than Leon, but no mistaking his best of curls and angular jaw. Honey knew in life he had dark eyes. “Βενιᾱμῑ́ν?” Benjamin?

Dave, the woman knew, had been Klaus’s lover in Vietnam. He died saving Klaus and their regiment on the front line.

Except Honey could tell that wasn't true. The Commission had him killed to fix the timeline. They were different, not governed by violence more like stern warnings. As if parents instead of a dictator ran them now. When would they come to scold her family?

Lost in her worry, Honey didn't see the third man. The melancholic one with a cigarette perched in his fingers. He wore a giant suit jacket and equally large pants. There was a transparent tumbler of whiskey in his other hand.

This one, this ghost opened his mouth. At the same time Klaus sat up, his head cocked. Then he spoke, and a voice Honey hadn't heard in ten years came out.

“Hiya, Gracie.”

Honey began to weep. “Uncle Lenny.” She hid herself away so he wouldn't see the tears.

“Aw c’mon dollface. It's ok. I'm ok. I'm not ruining my life anymore. I do miss the stage. And Kitty. Tell Kitty I love her, will ya? And Honey, my Honey. That Kindergarten hooker. Spiteful bitch. I miss them. Proud of you, Gracie. We gotta go, ok. The three of us got wrapped up in all that jazz. By the way, cute little fuckers ya got there.”

Lenny tipped his head at Honey and Leon. Then he was gone. They were all gone. Everyone left behind in their wake to cry harder. To mourn in disbelief. Then giggling brought them all to.

Sunny floated down enough for Klaus to catch him by the ankle. He held the little boy to his chest, and Sunny patted him on the cheek. His hands weren't glowing anymore as he shoved a thumb in his mouth. Then, delighted, he gave a shout in the direction of the raven:

“BIRB!!”

@neuroticpuppy @nightmonsters @magic-multicolored-miracle @forenschik @super-unpredictable98 @ghouls-buddy @vonkimmeren @messengeronthemoon @frogs--are--bitches @bisexualnathanyoung @elliethesuperfruitlover @070188 @firstpersonnarrator @rob-private @duck-noises @sylvertyger

[tweetracer]

Hi ♥️♥️ would you be comfortable writing a poly or one on one (any) where one of the boys feeds on the reader during sex because they know she likes it. Feel free to ignore this if you're not okay with that ♥️

NSFW POLY!LOST BOYS x FEEDING ON FEM!S/O

The first time you suggested the boys feed from you during sex David choked on his drink and Paul did a full spit-take. Everyone turned towards you with wide eyes and exchanged confused glances.

“Kitten that’s...”

“A great idea, babe!” Marko was quick to chime in, smile sharp-toothed and eyes sparkling with mischief. He was already clambering over the couch to get to you when Dwayne grabbed him by the back of the jacket, holding him off of you with a sharp yank.

“We should discuss this first” Dwayne’s low rumble made your face grow hot, and judging by the patchy blush blooming on Marko’s cheeks he was thinking the exact same thing.

David sat on his chair, watching with an unreadable expression while the four of you sat on the couch- trying to hold a serious conversation about boundaries and safety precautions (which was growing increasingly difficult considering how far Paul’s hand was inching up your thigh).

You explained (with no small amount of blushing) that you’d been thinking about it. Something about a vampire’s ferocity and power was just.. enthralling, and just looking at those teeth made your fingers itch to reach out and touch them.

David had been quiet for a long time, listening to the discussion with lidded eyes before he finally stood- commanding the space immediately as everyone turned to look at him.

He walked slowly, heavy boots echoing in the cave as he took his time making his way to you, clearly enjoying all the attention.

David stood in front of where you sitting, criss-crossed on the couch, looming over you for a long moment before crouching to look at eye level. You held each other’s gaze, refusing to look away despite his heated stare. You always were one to playfully challenge his dominance

“One bite each, got it?”

The boys all nodded, eyes still trained on him as they waited with baited breath.

“I didn’t hear an answer.”

A chorus of ‘yes sir’ was mumbled out, Paul already leaning closer towards where your knee was slightly hanging over the edge of the cushion.

All of you remained in that moment of limbo, everyone holding back and waiting for the moment you’d be allowed to continue. David held onto that for as long as he could, forcing patience- letting everyone in the room understand who was in charge.

NSFW

David gestured for Marko to move and settled down in the center of the couch, reaching out to scratch the vamp’s head when he leaned back into David’s space for attention.

Gloved hands reached out towards you and you took them gratefully as David pulled you to straddle his lap, looking up with a lidded, hungry gaze. He licked his lips instinctively and you couldn’t stop the small whine that escaped you.

His pace was painfully slow as he gently scratched a smooth line down your sides- reveling in your involuntary shiver. His wide palm was flat against your entrance- forcing you to open your legs wider.

Fingers pressed absently at your center- massaging and dipping into you through your underwear. David hummed in appreciation at the growing wetness against his fingers, holding them out to Paul, who enclosed his mouth on the digits eagerly and without shame.

David didn’t bother to look away from you when he growled out a soft-

“Sic ‘em”

The words made your back arch slightly, motion only emphasized when you felt the slight dip of weight shifting closer as Marko sidled up to press near-chaste kisses along your neck and cheek. He was always the sweetest when it came to foreplay.

Dwayne, on your opposite side, leaned over- arm extended around the back of the couch with a low sigh, using one hand to squeeze your ass with and almost embarrassing sense of casualty.

Paul, still on the floor, slipped between David’s knees to get closer and tug up your shirt that dare impede him from being able to press kisses along your spine.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to pair off with one or two of the boys on occasion- but being together as a group never failed to make your thighs shake. Especially when you were at the center of their ministrations.

Your heartbeat thrummed loudly in your chest, breath catching when you felt David’s fingers brush delicately against your neck. Calloused hands were gentle as he tugged your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor unceremoniously.

The boys were pressing hungry kisses against your warm skin but you felt no teeth; no slight pull of skin and dizziness from their feeding.

It was then you realized.

The reason the boys weren’t already digging in

They were waiting for you.

Marko had explained it to you before- the hierarchy of feeding. It was an important ritual for vamps and while the others would playfully challenge each other for ‘rank’ meals are the one time the sacred place of dominance was never fought.

The strongest, the leader always drank first, leaving the others to wait for their permission.

Only then could they eat.

And here they were

Waiting for you.

The sentiment would’ve brought tears to your eyes if David wasn’t lifting your hips to bring yourself onto him, pulling aside your underwear and letting out a satisfied groan as you took him so easily. You whimpered, eyes screwing shut as he held your hips- letting you adapt before he started moving again.

Your breath was short and ragged as he lifted your hips in a smooth, snapping motion. Paul was still kneeling between David’s legs- leaning forwards to press his chest against your back and pressing increasingly hungry kisses to your bare shoulders.

With excitement curled tight in your abdomen you let out a whimpering breath, extending your arm outwards towards David- who gently wrapped his fingers around your wrist and brought it to his lips.

The kisses there were cool against you skin which felt like fire to the touch. You watched, eyes lidded as he lapped at the skin- gently licking and sucking till it turned purple.

Then you felt the sharp pinprick of teeth against you arm and at your pleasured gasp, Dwayne’s hand tightened where it was pressing into your thigh. David’s hips snapped up suddenly- your moan echoing in the cave.

The feeling of cool lips pressed to your wrist made you whimper, thighs shaking. When he pulled back his lips were red, tongue darting out to lap up a stray droplet that had begun to trail your arm.

Your breath rattled in your chest as you watched him, an aroused blush creeping down your neck as Paul kneeled low; giving playful little nips across your shoulders and leaving mouth-shaped bruises all the way down.

The blonde pressed a kiss just above your hip, the tender touch followed by the sharp pinch as fangs pierced your skin. You let out another gasp, hands balled up in the lapels of David’s jacket and a moan ripping from your throat as he snapped his hips up into you again.

It was all so intoxicating- so dizzying then again that might be the blood loss and even without the now steady rhythm of David’s thrusts you would have found yourself close.

You whimpered with pleasured pain when you heard Dwayne push closer, his hard on not-so-subtly pressing against your side as his big hands reached to grab your own. He lifted it to his mouth to press a tender kiss against your palm before pulling you a closer to sink his teeth into your shoulder.

Distracted by the soft kisses and sharp pain of teeth pushing into skin you didn’t notice Paul and Marko swapping positions till Paul was suddenly next to you- leaning to claim your mouth in a kiss.

All of the bites you’ve sat through so far have been tender, they hurt, yes, but hardly more than the sting of a sewing needle.

You didn’t realize you wanted more until Marko came up behind you.

His clawed hands pushed aside your hair and his low growling rumbled in your ear. Your back arched up as David picked up his pace- chasing his end while Paul and Dwayne pressed themselves into your hands, panting and snarling as they increased their speed.

You were close to your climax, already inching towards the finish when you felt a sharp stab of pain in the back of your neck.

Unlike all the previous bites before this was deep and commanding, it held you in place and ached all the way down your spine. You couldn’t move even with David’s hips snapping hard against you.

You were at the will of the teeth in your neck...

And it felt amazing

Marko snarled, nearly feral as he held you still, rutting against your legs and moaning against your neck. Later they would swear your blood was the sweetest they’d tasted- and when David finally finished inside of you with a loud groan, you felt the world spin.

Paul and Dwayne weren’t far behind, panting hot in your ears as they jerked against your near limp hands- desperate for friction as they came, covering you in a mixture of cum and blood.

You were so so close

It was hard to hear and you doubted any of the other vamps did as they came down from their high but Marko’s breath was sharp in your ear, teeth digging in tighter as he growled out soft words only for you.

“Mine”

...

You weren’t sure if you passed out from blood loss or just because that was, undeniably, the best damn orgasm of your life but when you came to, all four vamps were hovering over you- frantic as they decided whether or not to get you to a hospital.

The world was swimming and your body was numb with pleasure as you waved them off, limbs too exhausted to do much else. Not that you would need to, Dwayne was already cleaning you off with a damp towel while Paul fiddled with bandaids, tongue sticking out as he opted to put the Spiderman one on your hip and the Wolverine on your shoulder.

It could’ve been hours or minutes before they finally settled down, handing you a bag of chips and some water for your blood sugar. They were too worried to move you from the couch to your nest so instead they opted to nestle themselves around you, looking just as satisfied as you felt.

Paul hummed from where he was squashed between you and the back of the couch cushion- long legs stretching out and dangling over the edge before mumbling-

“Thanks for dinner, doll”

[monsterfuneral]

weightless | the lost boys

Relationship: Poly!Lost boys x Reader

Songs used: Alice In Chains - Rotten Apple / The Cure - Cold / Failure - Another Space Song 

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: (None of the songs pertain to the plot/relationship, they’re simply just good songs) Drug use, a little making out :), possibly ooc?? This is my first time writing for them

Author’s Note: This is so self indulgent omfg. I wanted to write a semi vent fic while also something cute that made me feel better.  

!!LOST BOY REQUESTS OPEN!! (smut, fluff or angst)

Full request list will be written soon <3

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Your body felt weightless as you danced along to the song that played on the beloved rockbox. Fingers twisting and arms turning as your hips swayed and your feet carried you along the decrepit fountain in the center of the cave. Your fingers thread through your hair and drifted above your head before extending outwards in front of you, coming back to drag your fingertips across your cheeks, neck, and down to your chest before traveling back upwards. The high you had been riding still clutched you so beautifully, leaving you swimming in your own head as you enjoyed the echoing intro of an Alice In Chains song. The hypnotic vocals and beautiful instrumental made you feel untouchable. 

The embarrassment you would have felt many months ago had been rightfully kicked away by the comfort of knowing you were allowed to simply be you in the presence of the boys. It took weeks- if not longer- of encouragement to finally crack you out of your seemingly unbreakable shell of self-preservation. But now here you were, dancing along to one of your favorite songs without a care in the world, knowing you were being watched by your boyfriends. You were swaying in almost perfect sync with the song, eyes closed, a small smile on your face as you sang along. 

Hey ah na na Innocence is over Hey ah na na, over Hey ah na na Ignorance is spoken Hey ah na na, spoken Hey ah na na Confidence is broken Hey ah na na broken

This was one of your slower mixtapes that you always liked putting on after passing around a joint with the boys. It was a mixtape that always made you rise from your spot beside Paul and Dwayne, your head bobbing slowly and your hips following along with the music. The first few songs you were usually able to get Marko to join you in your music possessed state, by the time the third song is finished though he takes your old spot on the couch and watches you along with the others. 

You’re not always alone after that though, sometimes when Star doesn’t have plans with Michael she joins you too. Her movements didn’t differ much from your own. The initial stiffness worked out by the buzz you both rode off of. 

A new song came on after ‘Rotten Apple’ finally came to a close, Cold by The Cure played throughout the cave. You dropped down from the fountain and walked over to Paul slowly, plucking the joint from his fingers making him whine playfully before sitting back and watching you sway your hips as you took a long hit. You passed it back to him and grazed your fingertips over his jaw before straightening your back. You turned to walk back over to the fountain but your wrist was caught by a gloved hand, Marko stared up at you, feigning innocence as he gently pulled you down to straddle his lap. 

Your lungs were still full of smoke as he cupped the back of your head and brought you forward, his lips touching your own. You knew exactly what he wanted. With a slow exhale you shared a smokey kiss, his lips were soft and his hands held you softly against his chest. Your own fingers were buried in the curly hair at the nape of his neck, brushing against your knuckles as you silently hoped your rings wouldn’t get caught. You separated and he locked eyes with you, a smirk now playing on his lips as he brushed his thumb over your heated cheek.

Everything as cold as life Can no one save you? Everything as cold as silence And you never say a word

He leaned his head against the back of the couch and exhaled the smoke you had passed. You planted three soft kisses on his neck before slipping from his hold and squeezing yourself between him and Paul. Marko’s hand came down to lay on your thigh as you leaned more into Paul, throwing your legs over the curly haired vampire’s lap letting him play with the fishnets you were wearing underneath your ripped jeans. Paul’s arm slung around your shoulder with his hand resting on your other, his back leaning against the arm of the couch and wedged his right leg between you and the back cushion in order to make your position against him more comfortable. 

“You want another hit before I put this out?” He said quietly next to your ear, showing you the now tiny joint that he held with the tips of his fingers. You nodded against his shoulder, he brought it to your lips letting you inhale as much as you could before putting it out in the ashtray on the coffee table. You leaned your head back on his shoulder and blew the smoke out towards the ceiling, much like Marko had done. 

Marko’s fingers picked at your fishnets absently as he continued to stare up at the tall ceiling of the cave, watching his pigeons flutter by occasionally. David was smoking a cigarette and watching you all, a small smile curling around the butt. Dwayne taps his fingers gently along with the newest song that played, he was reading one of the new horror novels you had bought him. Paul was humming quietly behind you, fingers tracing shapes in your shoulder while planting featherlight kisses on your neck. 

All my missions float away I never trained too hard I'm so caught up in the tree of stars Falling in my backyard She'll always be what I can't find She'll always be where I break down She'll always hide behind a star I'll always dream she can't be far

You couldn’t help but reminisce a bit, remembering how reluctant you had been at first to be fully yourself around them, scared you would be met with the same criticism you were met with at home. When you weren’t, it felt like a weight was being slowly lifted from your shoulders. They all taught you that there was no need in pretending to be someone you weren’t in order to satisfy others. They coaxed the wildside out of you, making you feel the most comfortable you have ever felt in your whole life.

“What are you thinking about over there?” Dwayne asked, no longer reading the book in his lap, he had an almost tranquil looking smile on his face as he looked over at you. 

You returned the smile, your eyes lidded and your mind moving in slow motion, “Just thinking about how happy I am.” You gushed, the loving smile not faltering “I love you guys.” 

You practically watched Dwayne’s eyes turn to hearts as he stared at you. Marko turned his head, his own eyes soft with a cute smile on his lips. Paul’s fingers twisted through your hair softly, kissing your neck, shoulder and cheek. 

“You’re such a softie babe.” He joked, his nose pressing against your cheek softly as he kissed up your jaw. 

Letting out a quiet chuckle you reached over and grabbed Marko’s hand, threading your fingers with his. You looked over to David who’s already staring at you from his wheelchair. He has a smirk on his lips as usual, but his eyes have softened too- something you rarely catch- before he winks and takes another inhale of his almost fully smoked cigarette. 

“What’s got you all sappy tonight?” Marko teased. His fingers go back to picking carefully at your fishnets, lifting them from your legs and letting go over and over. 

You shrug against Paul “I was just thinking about how much you guys have helped me. Being my shoulder to cry on and stuff.” Another chuckle passes through you softly “I just feel like I wouldn’t be who I am today if I hadn’t accidentally run into Dwayne, y’know?” 

It was true. Before you met them you felt as if only certain parts of yourself were allowed to be spoken openly about, closing the more sensitive bits away in order to keep those around you comfortable. With the fear of criticism discarded in the presence of your boyfriends, it was like a breath of fresh air. Your body feels weightless around them, a certain type of excitement coming form wholly embracing yourself for who you are and being rewarded for it. Your enthusiasm about things wasn’t met with a strange look or an offhand comment, your anger about certain topics wasn’t met with guilt tripping, not with them. While they weren’t the most mature people you ever met, they at least understood how to make someone feel comfortable and loved. 

“Aww you’re so cute.” Marko commented before leaning over you and kissing you on the lips. His hand cupping your cheek gently. 

Your happiness was with them...

[duskypinkbow]

...so kiss me || Jeff Wittek

Got inspired to write this by Jeffs insta story from Utah a few days ago... but its y/n instead of Taylor... does that make sense? Anyways.. hope u enjoy reading it 🎀

It was a breezy day when you chilled on Davids cloud couch. You sat there wearing a pieceof his merch, lazily scrolling through your insta page, the TV running to fill the living room with backround sounds.

After a while of silence David brought you back to reality by offering you to join him to go to Utah for a few days "wait deadass?" You asked him in disbelief. "Yeah.. we have an additional room cause Joe canceled last minute.." he explained "oh so i'm just the second choice?" You joked right before Jeff entered the room "even if there wasn't a spare room.." he started, making his way up to the couch "I would share my bed with you doll.." he said flirtegous with a big smirk on his face. "Woah wooah" David spitted out after witnessing what had just happened. "I wasn't even filming man..!" He then complained, missing out on ship bating worthy vlog footage. "Oh I was just practicing my lines.." Jeff said chuckling lightly, sipping on his bottle of water.

"So you're in y/n?" David being the one who asked you. You looked alternating at the two men you are shared the couch with before you started to nod, symbolising your agreement "yeah why not.. count me in!"

The flight to Utah was, as it was expected to be, very easy. Originally you would have been sitting next to Jeff, but David, being the little child as he is, asked one of you to switch seats so he he wouldn't sit alone. Although all he was doing during the flight was writing mails and deciding for a new merch design. 

Shortly after the landing David called an uber to bring you to the airbnb he rented for all of you. As you stepped in the beautiful house you couldn't believe our eyes. “Holy shit David..” you said, admiring the interior design. “You really went all out huh?” Jeff gushed, putting his suitcase down. “...this house calls me poor on so many different ways..” now Todd the one who was speaking, still not comprehending that you are staying in this lovely residence, surrounded by mountains. 

One night all of you just enjoyed your evening listening to some music, ordering food and chatting about everything. After all of you had finished your meals, Natalie and Todd decided to make a postprandial walk. Just before they could leave David screamed "Naaaaat?". She sighed and turned around. "Yeah?" Asking her best friend what he wants her to do "can you bring me some ice cream please?" Making the biggest puppy eyes possible. "Oh can I get a cone as well?" Now you the one asking for a sweet dessert. "Ughh" Natalie groaned "Wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for y/n" she said before she and Todd left the house.

You unpacked your ice cream after it was given to you by David and you begun to eat it. Purposely a little more seductive then you actually would eat ice cream, knowing that Jeff's gaze wouldn't leave your face.

You licked along the frozen good alluringly, putting the whole thing in your mouth, some droplets of the melted cream almost dripping down your lips but before they could do so you saved them with your thumb. Caressing your lower lip with with your fingers, which you put in your mouth afterwards to clean up the mess you made around your lips.

You saw Jeff looking at you and biting his lip. "Is there still something on my face?" You asked him, pointing at your mouth, lips slightly parted. He shook his head, wanting nothing more than to clean up the next droplets that would decorate your mouth with his lips.

Jeff cleared his throat, reaching for the bottle of water which was standing in front of him and taking a big sip out of it. Attempting to erase the pictures and thoughts you just put in his head. "Yoo.. Can I put something in queue?" Jeff asked David, after some time has passed. “Sure..” David permitted, handing Jeff his phone. 

You were still busy finishing your ice cream cone when Jeff’s song started playing. David and you giving each other a confused look, not knowing why Jeff would queued that exact song. He looked at his phone, smiling, wobbling his head to the beat of the song. As the singer sung “so kiss me” you noticed Jeff, phone in his hand, filming you, which made you laugh out loud. His eyes, lighted up after he saw the perfect moment he had just captured. He didn't ask you for permission to post it on his instagram story, knowing you wouldn't mind, because the two of you loved putting each other in potentially romantic situations with the intent to tease the viewers.

After watching his story on your phone you wanted to take it even a step further. You breathed in and braced up all your strength, knowing that what you were about to do could go absolutely wrong. “Make sure to film this ok?” you whispered in Davids ear, before you stood up and straightened your back. You wanted David to capture what you are about to do. Once because you wanted to provide him and he viewers with new sensational content, and for the other you wanted to rewatch Jeffs reaction. 

You made the few steps towards where Jeff was sitting. He looked up from his phone, confused by what you were about to do. You straddled your legs around the small of his back, making yourself comfortable on his lap. He looked up at you, letting his phone drop next to him on the couch, absolutely perplex, not knowing how to handle the situation. Your hands wandered to the back of his neck, playing with his hair for a short moment before you cupped his cheeks with your hands. You took in the scent of his cologne, admired the beauty of his deep brown eyes and felt his breath on your skin. The two of you never shared such proximity. Being so close to each other made your heart beat faster. You lowered your head a little, just a few inches separating you now. Your eyes fell to his pink lips, right before he licked over them, preparing himself for what he thought is about to happen. 

You breathed out audibly, almost letting out a moan as his hands wandered up your waist, staying there for a moment before he pushed you closer to him. You took this as a sign to finally close your eyes and lower your head to press your lips on his. For the first time you felt his soft lips in contact with yours. Both of you eager to taste each other, hungrily biting and nibbling on each others lips, as if nobody was watching you. Absolutely no intention to end the kiss until Todd and Natalie reentered the living room with a loud “whooaaa”, making the both of you separate from each other. His big hands still caressing your waist, as the two of you looked to the entrance. “how did this happen?!” Todd asked, still in shock to what he just walked in to. “We weren't even gone that long!” Natalie added, her eyes big, not comprehending the situation. “I feel so dirty cause I filmed that..” David uttered, putting his phone down, before Jeff let out a small chuckle under you. Your glance went back to him, smiling with confidence before you lowered your head just to whisper in his ear "Still up to share your bed with me?"

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Hey sweetie. If this ok can I get something about petite and normally shy and nice s/o who kinda enjoys rough sex? Like she's first to start biting and scratching and likes to fight for dominance. Bonus if she likes when the wild vampire side of the boys is shown👉👈

I see you boo, and I got you. Like ngl this is basically a self insert with this one cause this really do be me (minus the dominance part tbh)

Poly!Lost Boys x Petite, Shy Fem!S/O That Likes It Rough

Warning: NSFW

When the boys saw you, they thought they were going to have to be careful. Gentle. David had even gone as far as telling Paul to tone it down before they talked to you, especially with how shy you seemed. And you were. You were shy, nice, and everything that the boys weren’t. You were their cute little girlfriend, and they liked you that way

It’s why it was such a surprise when you turned out to like it rougher than they originally thought you would

David was the first one you slept with. Honestly, they were all your boyfriends, but it had been common knowledge that he would probably be first. David had been fully prepared to guide you slowly. To slowly get you into the kinkier stuff as time went on. You were so sweet when they kissed before, and you’d seemed so embarrassed when you’d started doing things with him. He thought that the first couple of times he could be *cringe* vanilla and then he could start testing your boundaries. He’d teased you the entire night, smug from how red your face had gotten. He didn’t expect you to push him down onto the couch and straddle his hips the second you’d gotten him alone at the cave. He was surprised by the hungriness behind your kiss, and you even managed to elicit a small, surprised noise when you yanked on his hair so hard it actually...hurt? It didn’t take long for him to flip you onto your back, and he had given your thigh a warning slap before he’d even thought about it. He’d frozen, internally cursing himself, but you...moaned? Okay, David could definitely work with this. He tried to stay as tame as he could, but you didn’t make it easy on him. He ended up having to hold your hands above your head as he railed you into the couch, as you’d scratches welts down his back if he let you go. You were so small and innocent, he didn’t even think that you had that type of strength. You demanded that he go harder and harder, and David scoffed as he slowed his hips. “You’re a fucking brat, you know that? You don’t get to tell me what to do. I should fucking spank you for even asking.” He’d whispered into your ear, and your only response had been a high-pitched whine

David hadn’t told any of the others, and Dwayne had been the second to sleep with you. He’d been positive that he was going to probably be the best with handling your shy nature, and he was in for a fairly rude awakening. You had almost done a complete one-eighty. You yanked his hair and bit a hickey into his skin, and Dwayne had been so surprised that he was quick to pin you to the bed. You were so small compared to him that he was able to box you under him with ease, and the craziest thing was that you seemed to like it. Dwayne had to take a pause, mainly just to figure out where the hell this was coming from. When you revealed, quite shyly, that you liked rougher sex, he was silent for almost a solid minute as he processed this. David was such an asshole. When the two of you got back into it, he took a slightly different approach. He had planned for gentle caresses, soft kisses, and a slow roll of his hips. Instead, he grabbed you hard enough to bruise, melded his mouth over yours in a fight for dominance, and was pounding you into the bed. He’d still wanted romance, a tender touch, so he didn’t rush through it. He held you tight and hard, his hips moving slow, but hard enough to shatter your hips. When you moaned for more, Dwayne almost wanted to laugh. You were normally so cute and shy, but here you were begging him to completely wreck you. He ended up having to bury his face in your neck to keep you from seeing his vampiric face slipping out, and he nipped at your neck

Dwayne wasn’t David. He glared at their leader and quickly warned the other two. It was mainly because he didn’t want either of them to do anything stupid. Marko had gone first out of the two blondes, and it’d been decided by a wrestling match that had lasted nearly three hours. When Marko finally got the taller blonde in a headlock and had refused to let go, Paul had finally tapped out. He pushed you onto your bed, ready to test just how rough you liked it. Marko loved the way you tried to fight for dominance, how you tried to be the one in control. You were usually so sweet, but here you were biting, scratching, and pulling his hair. If he let you, he’d bet you’d even slap him. You rolled him onto his back and scratched your nails down his chest. He hissed, and slapped your ass in response. He let you have an illusion of control, and had you ride him. He held your hips, and he actually did bruise you. Ten little bruises, shaped like fingerprints, littered your hips. He grabbed your hands and held your hips when you got just a bit too cocky, and began snapping his hips so hard that you almost fell forward. “Don’t test me, sweet cheeks. You don’t know half of what I can do.” He teased, and his words had sent a shiver up your spine. Even though you had no idea what they were, you believed him. He sat up, so he could properly bounce you in his lap, and he teased you the entire time. “So quiet and shy when we’re out with others, but such a fucking slut as soon as you have a dick inside you. You’re such a cock-tease for making us wait.”

Of course, Paul did something stupid anyways. He’d been incredibly handsy, enough to make you flustered the entire time you were at the boardwalk. He couldn’t help it. Now that he knew you liked it rough, he wanted to drag you into the nearest alleyway and let all of Santa Carla hear you. Luckily, he managed to keep himself in his pants long enough to get you back to the cave, and back into the little cot they’d made you. He’d been in the middle of fucking the life out of you, completely bending your legs back and fucking you so hard you were seeing stars, when he’d let his eyes flash yellow. It had only been for a second before he was burying his face into your neck, but he licked a long stripe up the side of it. You moaned, so he did it again. Big mistake. You’d practically begged him to bite you, and Paul wasn’t one to keep a lady wanting. So, he did. And like the idiot he was, he broke skin. His mouth was wrapped around the wound the second he tasted blood, and his tongue soothed the bite as he lapped at it. You’d cried out so loud and had clamped around him so hard that a muffled groan left his lips as he buried himself inside you. When he’d pulled back with a bloodied mouth and a monstrous face, it’d taken some explaining. Surprisingly, for all of them, you didn’t mind it. In fact, they’d noticed how your arousal had spiked and the four of them had immediately guessed what you were thinking about

After that night, the four of them didn’t keep their faces hidden while in the bedroom. David would bite you whenever you disobeyed, whether to drink from you or not. Dwayne would use more of his strength, but never enough to really hurt you. Just enough to make you limp the next day. Marko and Paul were the wildest with their vampiric sides. Marko would snap his fangs at you and growl, his voice deep and different than usual. Paul wasn’t afraid to use his strength, but he took advantage of his speed as well. Once, he’d gotten so riled up that he’d started flying while fucking you, and had fucked you on the ceiling

But no matter how rough you liked it, you were still their cute, shy little girlfriend

[fanficshiddles]

Caught in his web, Chapter 33

‘We should dispose of him before he gets too cocky. Tried to get more money out of me and then had the balls to try and blackmail me.’ David said while eating his sandwich.

But Loki wasn’t listening. He was staring off into space.

‘Loki!’

‘Hm, what?’ Loki snapped out of it and looked over at David.

‘What’s on your mind, you’ve been distracted all bloody morning.’

‘Sorry. I’m just trying to decide what to do about Stones.’ Loki sighed, tapping his desk.

‘Kill him,’ David shrugged.

‘That would be the best course of action. But you know I am not overly fond of disposing officers unless there is no other option.’

‘Hmmm. Have you tried to bribe him yet?’

‘No. I don’t think he is one of those that would take to that.’ Loki grumbled. He really didn’t like Stones, he had a bad feeling about him.

‘Is there still any of those delightful brownies left that Tania made?’ David asked.

Loki chuckled. ‘In the fridge. Get me one too.’

Loki sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do about Stones. But at the same time, he knew he had many friends on the force. So he wasn’t overly worried. It was more the fact that Stones was pulling the Chloe has been kidnapped card and trying to get her to contact him. If it was over anything else, he would be having fun with him. But over his doll, that just wasn’t on.

The day was spent doing more work at home with David. But Loki was getting bored in the evening, Chloe was still out with her friends. He hadn’t heard from her, but he knew she was safe because he would’ve heard from Ralph if there was anything wrong.

He had a couple of whiskeys before going to bed. It was after midnight and Chloe still wasn’t back, so he messaged Ralph and found out the girls had ended up going to a pub. He chuckled to himself and got into bed.

Loki was not long asleep when Chloe came home. Drunk. She stumbled in and made her way upstairs, albeit a bit clumsily. Instead of going into her room, she carried on down the corridor to the next room…

It was pitch black in Loki’s room, she tried to make her way to the bed but stubbed her toe on the leg at the end.

‘Ow! Fuck!’ She hissed.

The lamp on the bedside table was suddenly switched on, making her blink hard at the harsh light. She looked up the bed and Loki was lying there, with an amused grin on his face.

‘What are you doing, doll?’ He asked as she quickly took off her dress, chucking it onto the floor. Her knickers and bra were quick to follow and then she crawled on in the most undignified away.

‘Tryyyyying to be sexyyyy.’ She giggled and pushed the blanket out of the way, she was excited to see that Loki was sleeping in the nude. And that his cock was slowly starting to harden already, just from seeing her strip naked. Clumsiness be damned.

Loki chuckled darkly when she straddled over him, he grabbed her hips tightly and growled.

‘Well, I’d say you are succeeding, doll.’ He slid his hands up her body and squeezed her breasts, groaning as he toyed with them.

She could feel him hardening beneath her. She couldn’t resist starting to grind against him, already wet from thinking about him on the journey home. And Loki could feel that.

He slid his hands back down to her hips, holding her firmly. ‘You’re a horny little minx tonight, aren’t you?’

Chloe bit her lip and nodded. Loki lifted her up slightly, then eased her down properly onto him as he was standing to attention, wanting her. When she sank onto him, they both moaned out loud. Loki’s grip on her became tighter, pulling her right down.

‘Ohhh, doll. Always so tight for me.’ He let his head fall back as she squeezed around him, getting accustomed to his intrusion. It always took a minute or two for her body to adjust again.

It wasn’t long before she started moving on him, Loki barely needed to do anything. He just held her hips and let her do her thing. She felt so delightfully tight and warm around his cock, he wasn’t sure if he was going to last long.

He slid a hand round to her ass and gave her a squeeze, earning a moan from her. She was starting to tremble as the pleasure coursed through her, she was struggling to stay up. Loki pulled her down flush against him and wrapped his arms tightly around her, trapping her down on top of him. He then anchored his feet on the bed and started to thrust up into her quickly, making her cry out in pleasure.

She felt so helpless, even though she was the one on top.

Loki slid his hand down to her ass again and squeezed, that was the last straw to make her orgasm. She turned into a pile of jelly on top of him, melting into him. Loki came with a moan into her straight after, enjoying the way her walls fluttered around him until he finished.

He chuckled and trailed his fingers up her spine, making her whimper. But then he felt her becoming a bit heavier suddenly, and he realised she’d fallen asleep on top of him.

Smiling in amusement, he very carefully rolled them over and slid out of her. She made some noises in her sleep, but didn’t wake up properly as he got them both settled comfortably for the night.

-

Loki rolled over in the morning and smiled when he saw Chloe was awake, looking at him.

‘Good morning, doll.’ He purred, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. ‘I must say, last night was a delight.’ He grinned.

Chloe’s eyes widened and she blushed. She rolled over to hide her face into the pillow with a groan, making Loki laugh. He slid his hand down her side and started tickling her, making her screech as she tried to bat his hand away.

As she rolled over onto her back to try and get away, he moved over the top of her and nuzzled her nose with his own.

‘Nothing to be ashamed of.’ He grinned and kissed her softly.

‘I was anything but sexy.’ She mumbled.

Loki chuckled and stroked her cheek again, smiling down at her fondly. ‘Trust me, you are always sexy.’

Chloe wasn’t sure what to make of Loki’s gentle and rather playful side, especially this morning. He seemed in good spirits and kept teasing her playfully. He was quite clingy too, didn’t let her out of bed until late morning. Kept her tightly to him, not that she was complaining. Not really. She quite liked just being with him and cuddling for a change. So she lapped it all up.

-

‘He’s a manipulative liar! He’s clearly kidnapped that girl. And how can you be so blind to not see the wrong doings in this city, all by him?’ Officer Stones said angrily to his boss at the station.

‘Enough, Stones. Remember who you’re speaking to. We’ve already looked into My Laufeyson, there is nothing going on there. He’s a valuable part of the ci’

‘Yeah he pays everyone off to keep quiet!’ Stones snapped, earning a hard glare from his boss.

‘I suggest you go home, Stones. Take the rest of the day off to calm down and think about if you want to continue to work here. You stay away from Laufeyson, stop pestering him or he will end up submitting a complaint. You’re lucky he’s a reasonable man.’

Stones humphed in utter annoyance and stormed out of the office. He went to his desk and grabbed his belongings before heading home for the day.

As he left the station, Kenneth was waiting for him outside.

‘Officer. How did it go yesterday? Is Chloe ok?’ Kenneth asked, desperate to hear if he was getting his daughter back or not.

‘Loki has manipulated everyone in this damn city. Unfortunately, to others, their story checks out. There is nothing to prove that he has kidnapped her. I’m so sorry…’ Stones felt sorry for the man as his face dropped.

‘But I am not going to stop so easily, I will do my utmost to make sure he ends up behind bars for good.’

[bxcketbarnes]

Part of the Family

Pairing: Calum Hood x Reader

Words: 2000+

Author's Note: I love this picture of Cal. He's so fucking handsome I cry. So, @mysticalhood and I came up with this fluffy ass concept. Enjoy! xox

I was laying my head on Calum's lap, his fingers gliding through my hair as he was surfing through the countless movies on Netflix. I sigh contently, shifting a bit so I'm lying on my side, my hand resting on his knee. "What are you doing for the holidays?" I ask him, keeping my eyes on the screen.

"I planned to go back home for like a week," Calum answers and I turn back to face him, seeing his brown eyes already on me. "I actually wanted to ask you if you wanted to come with me."

"Are you serious?" I question him, sitting up from his lap. Calum chuckles and nods his head. "I mean… is your family going to be okay with that? I don't wanna intrude by you bringing some stranger int-"

"You're not a stranger, Y/N/N," he cuts me off and I look up at him, seeing a slight frown on his lips. I shift in my seat, my knee pressed against the outside of his thigh and he reaches over to grab my hand. "You're my best friend. Someone I confide in when I feel like I can't tell the guys or my family. You're definitely my rock. Plus, they know about you. Well, Mali does anyway."

I blush at Cal's little confession, even though my chest tightens at the words best friend since I'm pretty sure I'm in love with the dork. I shift forward, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I'm so glad we found each other," I whisper and Calum's arms wrap around my waist. "You're probably the most real friend I've ever had."

Cal chuckles and runs his hands up my back. "So?" He mumbles into my ear before pulling away from me. "Will you come home with me?"

A snort leaves my lips and he groans, tilting his head back. "Sorry, sorry," I laugh and cover my mouth with my hand, trying to hold the giggles in.

"I didn't mean it like that!" He defends and I wiggle my eyebrows at him, shifting my body again so I'm straddling his lap.

"Are you sure? I mean, technically you already took me home since I've been here for like two days," I tell him jokingly and Calum shakes his head, resting his hands on my hips.

The blue-haired man looked up at me as his head stayed pressed against the back of the couch. "You willingly stayed for two days," he counters and I giggle, biting my bottom lip.

"Well, I happen to enjoy your company… and your dog of course," I mentioned Duke and Calum rolls his eyes, a smile forming on his lips.

"You're so cute," he chuckles and moves his hands to my thighs. "Can you answer my question for real now?"

I smile softly, nodding my head. "Of course I'd love to go to Australia with you, Cal. As long as your family is okay with it," I tell him while running my hands over his buzzed hair. Calum squeezes my thighs, the smile staying on his lips.

"Of course they're okay with it. I asked them about it a couple of weeks ago. They're pretty excited," he mentions and I smile down at him.

"As they should be. Since, ya know, I'm amazing," I joke and flip my hair back.

"I hate you," Calum jokes while laughing loudly, moving me off of his lap. I giggle, sitting back down beside him as I rest my head on his shoulder.

"No, you don't," I state and Cal hums in agreement, his arm draping over my shoulder.

"You're right, I don't."

-

My eyes were glued to the passenger side window as Calum drove the rental car through Sydney. I was in absolute awe at the scenery in front of me since I've never been to the country of Australia. "Holy shit this view!" I screech a bit, feeling giddy in my seat and look over to Calum.

"I knew you'd love it," he gloats and I roll my eyes, slapping the back of my hand on his chest. "Agh! Y/N, I'm driving!" Calum looks over at me for a quick second, his eyes wide while he rubs his hand on his chest.

"Sorry, but you slightly deserve it."

"How?! I just knew you'd love Australia! Damn!" He laughs and I bite my lip, shrinking in my seat a bit.

"Okay, yeah, now I feel bad," I mumble and giggle slightly. "Do you want me to kiss it better?" I ask and look at the side of his face.

"You'd like that wouldn't you," he smirks and I roll my eyes.

"Don't make me hit you again," I state and move my hand to tuck my hair behind my ear. Calum flinches, giggles leaving both our lips as he apologizes.

The blue-haired boy pulls the vehicle into his parent’s driveway, my nerves on high as I rub my hands together. "Hey," Cal pipes up and I tear my gaze off of the cute house to look over at him. "Stop worrying. It's gonna be fine. They're going to love you, practically already do."

I let out a nervous laugh as he tries to calm me down a bit. He reaches his hand over to grab mine, intertwining our fingers. "Thanks, Cal," I tell him and squeeze his hand.

He returned the smile before the two of us moved to get out of the rental car. We grab our luggage from the trunk of the car and walk up to the front door. Calum knocks on the door and I can't help but wrap my hand around his arm.

The front door opens and a middle-aged woman stands on the other side. "Calum, sweetheart!" She squeals and brings him into a hug. I smile at the interaction in front of me, clasping my hands together and her eyes met mine. "Y/N, right?"

I nod my head, swallowing nervously and she grins before letting go of her son to bring me into a hug. "Oh!" I let out, shocked at how friendly she is.

"I've heard so much about you! It's nice to finally meet the person who's made my son the happiest he's been," Joy states and I couldn't help but blush, glancing towards Calum to see his cheeks dusted pink as well. "Well, come in, come in! Mali's already here."

-

I was laughing at something Calum's dad, David said and I double over, holding my stomach as I can hear Calum chuckling beside me. We've been at his house for almost a week and the nerves I felt at that time have definitely disintegrated. His family was so kind and caring that I practically fit in perfectly.

"Oh, my god," I laughed still, wiping the tears from my eyes. The rest of the crew were chuckling as well, their eyes set on me. "Calum I never knew you were a little stinker."

The blue-haired man shrugs his shoulders, a smile on his lips. "There are a few things from my childhood you don't know and I'd rather you not know," he mentioned, sending a playful glare to his parents before a chuckle comes from his plump lips.

David put his hands up in surrender and Joy pats his leg before getting up from the couch. "I'm gonna start dinner. Y/N, sweetheart," she calls out and I snap my head up to look at her.

"Yes, Mrs. Hood?" I answer and she waves her hand.

"Please. Call me Joy. Would you and Mali want to help me with dinner?" She asks and my eyes sparkle.

"I would love too."

Calum's POV

My brown eyes are set on Y/N as she stands beside my sister in the kitchen, laughs leaving her lips. My heart flutters in my chest and I release a sigh, sitting back in my chair.

"You love her, don't you?" My dad asks and I glance towards the older man.

"I-I think I do. It's just kind of scary to think about," I tell him and he furrows his brows before asking me why. I lick my lips, running a hand over my buzzed hair. "I just… I just don't want to get my heart broken again. I swore to myself that love was stupid and then I fell in love with the greatest girl ever imaginable."

My dad rests a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Love can be scary but it's worth it, especially with her. She's definitely a keeper."

Y/N's POV

"So," Mali starts and I glance towards her as I take a drink of my water, "how long have you been in love with Calum?"

I spit out my water by accident, her question taking me off guard as I look towards the living room to see Cal and David looking at me, each of their eyebrows raised. "S-Sorry, she told me something funny," I told them and they went back to whatever they were talking about as I face Mali. "I-I'm sorry. Your question really… surprised me."

She laughs and waves a hand, telling me it was fine. "Does that mean you are?"

"Is it that obvious?" I ask her and she shrugs her shoulders, leaning on the kitchen island.

"I mean, not really? Cal surely hasn't noticed which I'm not surprised," Mali laughs and I let out a sigh of relief.

I open my mouth to say something when Calum calls out for me. I look over my shoulder at him, seeing him motions his head towards the front door. "Come with me real quick?" He asks and I nod my head, smiling softly.

The two of us head outside and I can't help but ogle the way Cal looks as the sunset rays kissed his skin. "Can I take your picture?" I quietly ask and he looks down at me, a gentle smile on his plump lips.

"Yeah, sure, but only because I love you," he laughs and my heart skips a beat in my chest, staring into his brown eyes.

"I-I love you too."

Calum leans against the palm tree, the plastic cup in his hand as he crosses his left foot over the right. His right hand sits behind his back as he gives me a small smile. I hold up my phone and snap a couple of pictures. I giggle softly as I look over the photo, seeing how adorable he looks.

"How does it look?" He asks and moves to stand beside me. I show him the photo, his chin almost resting on my shoulder. "It looks good. Send it to me?"

I nod my head, doing it quickly as I can feel his eyes on me. I slip my phone back into my pocket and move my gaze to him. My breath hitches in my throat as we stand centimeters apart. I swallow hard, feeling his hand resting on my hip. "C-Cal," I stutter and my eyes flutter closed.

"I really want to kiss you," he mumbles as his lips brush ever so slightly against mine, "can I do that?"

“God, please,” I plead and take a hold of his Nine Inch Nails shirt. He brings his large hand to my cheek, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. His nose brushes mine and a shiver runs down my spine. Calum’s lips connect with mine and my heart goes beserk. It beats quickly against my ribcage as I move my lips against him, pressing my chest against his. His arms wrap around my waist, the palm of his hand pressing on my spine. My arms wrap around his neck and my fingers fiddle with the small hairs on his neck.

Calum pulls away from me after a good minute, heavy breaths leaving both of our lips as we rest our foreheads against one another. “Fuck,” he whispers and I can feel his breath fan against my lips. “That was… absolutely amazing.”

A giggle leaves my lips as I nod a bit, looking at him through my lashes. “It was. Kinda wish we did it sooner,” I mumble to him and he hums in agreement.

“Well, now we could do it every day?” Cal asks and I bite into my bottom lip.

“Are you asking me out?” I question him and pull away a bit, his brown eyes looking into mine as he licked his lips.

“And if I am?”

“Of course I’ll go out with you,” I grin before pulling him back closer to me by his neck, reconnecting our lips as the sun set in the distance.

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i wish that i knew what makes you think i'm so special

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more klaus/dave but this time it’s hurt/comfort bc i like to suffer :) title from love like you from steven universe

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The ghosts were worse at night. It was quiet, no sound but insects and birds and explosions in the distance. Klaus kept his eyes open and he saw the mangled corpses of soldiers and civilians crowding him from every angle; he closed his eyes and he saw his father, saw Ben’s death over and over, saw Dave dying every kind of horrible death imaginable. 

He decided the corpses were preferable to his own imagination.

But sometimes his exhaustion got the better of him. It had been three days since he’d last slept. Even when Dave fell asleep in his arms, when they snuck out to the jungle, Klaus didn’t dare to rest his eyes. God knows what would go wrong if they were both sleeping alone out there. So Dave had insisted they stay at the camp tonight, and that Klaus at least try to sleep. 

Klaus tried so hard not to give in. He had gotten quite used to the ghosts around here, and as long as he ignored the ones that were men he’d known, his soldier buddies that had died too early, he could manage them well enough. But fighting in a war was tiring, and Klaus had to admit that this cot was more comfortable than the jungle floor, and although he missed Dave’s arms, he could hear the man snoring quietly in the cot across from his, and he could feel his eyes closing…

dave’s hands cradled his face. it was nice. klaus leaned in to kiss him, but before he could, dave crumpled to the ground in front of him, blood streaming from his mouth. 

‘dave!’

through the blood, he tried to speak. tried to say goodbye to klaus.

‘you’re…’ 

klaus nodded at him frantically, encouraging him to talk. 

‘you’re my greatest disappointment, number 4.’ the blonde curls turned to gray hairs, and the body that had been lifeless a moment ago was now all too alive. his father’s hands were around his throat, choking him. 

he couldn’t breathe. couldn’t think. he needed dave.

klaus saw his siblings in the fading edges of his vision. they said nothing as reginald squeezed the life out of their brother. 

in his final moments of consciousness, klaus heard a voice that belonged either to ben or to dave.

‘better him than us.’

Klaus woke up screaming. He clutched at the blanket around him, trying to remember where he was. 

Dave was next to him in an instant. “Klaus!”

Klaus looked at Dave. Dave was here. Klaus was here. They were both alive. How?

“Hey, hey, take some deep breaths, ok? I’m here, you’re gonna be okay.” Dave moved his hand to Klaus’ back and rubbed it gently. 

Klaus heeded his instructions, and after a few shaky breaths, the heat of the Vietnam night air made its way into his lungs and he felt his brain start to work again.

“Dave.” He reached a trembling hand up to touch his boyfriend’s cheek. 

“Klaus, what happened?”

“Ah, nothing new. Just nightmares. Ghosts. The usual.” Klaus waved a dismissive hand. “Come ‘ere.” He pulled Dave up off from his spot kneeling on the ground and tugged him down onto the bed next to him. 

“Woah, hold on.” Dave stood up again. “You know we can’t do that here. Your screaming probably woke some others up, and they can’t see us.”

“Fuck that, I wanna kiss you.” Klaus grabbed at Dave. He knew somewhere in the back of his brain that Dave was right, but he was tired and scared and shaken from his dream and he needed to touch Dave. 

“Klaus.” Dave wrapped a hand around Klaus’ arm, knowing that Klaus was too weak to fight back anymore. “We can’t. Do you want to leave, though? I promise I’ll stay awake this time, and you can sleep in the jungle.”

As much as Klaus wanted to stay in the relative comfort of his bed, he wanted to hold Dave even more, so he stood tentatively. 

Dave threw on a shirt and wrapped his jacket around Klaus before heading out of the tent.

Neither of them spoke as they walked towards their spot- a small clearing surrounded by trees, far enough from camp and secluded enough that no one would find them- but as soon as they were away from other people, Dave took Klaus’ hand.

The moment they made it to their clearing, Klaus threw his hands around Dave’s neck and kissed him, hard. 

Dave reciprocated the kiss long enough for Klaus to send them both tumbling to the ground, but he pushed Klaus up a second later. 

“Wait.” He sat up, bringing Klaus with him. “Are you alright?”

Klaus blinked, confused. “Yeah!” He moved towards Dave again, but found Dave’s hand on his chest stopping him. 

“Klaus, your dream. Do you need to talk about it?” Dave moved to sit against a tree, and Klaus crawled after him, not wanting to stand.

“Oh right. That.” He laughed dryly. 

“I know you get nightmares a lot, and I’ve tried not to ask about them, but if that’s what keeping you awake, we need to do something about it.” 

Klaus said nothing, fiddling with Dave’s hand. 

“I used to get nightmares when I was little,” Dave continued. “And my ma always had me talk about them with her. I hated it, but it did help. To tell someone else what’s happening in the dream that scares you so much. Do you think you can talk to me?”

Klaus swallowed nervously. He really didn’t want to share his dreams, but Dave wanted him to, and he wanted whatever Dave wanted.

“You were there.” He starts. “You were there, and I tried to kiss you, but you died before I could.” Klaus felt Dave stiffen next to him, but he said nothing. “There was blood everywhere, and you were trying to tell me something, but before you could you turned into my father. He started choking me, and my siblings were all there watching, and the last thing I heard before I died was you or my brother saying it was better that it was me he killed and not the rest of you. Which is true, of course, so that’s the worst part.” Klaus blinked back tears as he stopped abruptly, finding it too hard to keep speaking.

“It’s not true.” Dave said immediately, taking both of Klaus’ hands. “It isn’t true. I would die a thousand times before I let you get hurt, and I would kill a hundred men if it saved you from a scratch.” 

Klaus looked at him, eyes glistening. “You’re such a sap.”

Dave smiled, kissing Klaus’ hand. “I am. But Klaus, you gotta understand, your dream was just that. A dream. I’m so sorry you have these nightmares, but they’re not real, Klaus. I’m alive. I’m right here. And your family isn’t. Your father can’t hurt you here. I’m gonna protect you. No matter what, I’m gonna protect you.” 

Klaus leaned forward and kissed Dave gently. “Thank you.” He whispered, touching their foreheads together. It was a nice moment, and Klaus knew he shouldn’t ask what he wanted to, but he had to know. 

“Why?”

“Hmm?” Dave was distracted, running his fingers through Klaus’ hair. 

“Why do you want to protect me? Why do you want to help me through this? It would be so much easier for you to just leave, like everyone else does.” It had been three months since Klaus and Dave got together, but Klaus still couldn’t believe that Dave actually wanted to be with him. Guess that’s what thirty years of abuse and abandonment issues does to a guy. 

“Klaus…” Dave had a sad look in his eyes. “I protect you because I care about you. I want to help you because you deserve help. And I’m never going to leave you, because you are an incredible person. Don’t- don’t say you aren’t because it’s not true. You are funny, and brilliant, and unique, and kind, and loving, and that makes you incredible. I know your past has taught you not to believe these things, but I need you to listen to me when I say them. I’m not lying, Klaus. I’d never lie to you.” Dave stopped talking for a moment and brushed his lips against Klaus’. 

“I love you, Klaus Hargreeves.”

Dave kissed Klaus again. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life.”

Klaus thought Dave was crying, but he wasn’t sure. Klaus was definitely crying, though. Because somehow, despite every past relationship and every reason Klaus had to not trust Dave, he found himself believing his every word. 

Klaus moved so he was straddling Dave and kissed the top of his head.

“I love you, David Katz.” He held Dave’s head up so they made eye contact. “I didn’t think love was real before I met you. You’re the first person I’ve ever truly loved.”

Yeah, Dave was crying. Klaus lay his head down on Dave’s shoulder and cried along with him.

They sat like that for a while, neither one talking. What a strange sight that must have been. Two soldiers, beaten and bruised by the war raging on around them, clutching on to one another and weeping. 

Finally Klaus lifted his head from Dave’s shoulder and began to wipe away his tears. “This would be embarrassing if it were with anyone but you.” He laughed weakly.

Dave chuckled, rubbing at his own eyes. “Pretty good summary of what love is.”  

Klaus kissed Dave, and the salt of their tears mingled in his mouth, and it was the sweetest kiss Klaus had ever had. 

“Hey,” Dave broke the kiss after a minute. “You should try to get some sleep.”

Klaus didn’t argue this time. He shifted so he was laying his head on Dave’s lap, staring up at the night sky. Here in the clearing, a few stars were visible amidst the lingering smoke of explosions.

Klaus’ eyes closed and he felt Dave’s hand on his face, his fingers gently tracing Klaus’ eyes and nose and lips, before lingering in his hair.

Klaus didn’t fall asleep right away, he was too distracted listening to the sounds of the jungle and the sound of Dave’s heart and his breathing, distracted by the feel of Dave’s hands, one in Klaus’ hair and the other clasped in Klaus’ hands, distracted by the feel of Dave’s legs underneath him and his chest to the side of him. 

Right when Klaus had nearly drifted off, he heard Dave speak. It was quiet, so quiet that Klaus wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it. Dave must have thought Klaus was already asleep, meaning that he was speaking to himself and to no one at all.

“I love you Klaus. So much.” 

Love. Klaus let the word roll around in his tired brain. He’d always hated that word. He thought it was just a word people used to validate their abuse. A word people used as a lie to trick him into trusting them. A word people used to a sickening amount towards others, but never towards Klaus. 

But somehow, against all odds, lying there in the middle of an active warzone, in Vietnam, in 1968, someone was using that word towards Klaus. Not as a lie. Not to abuse. Simply because he meant it. Because he loved Klaus. 

And goddamnit, Klaus loved him too.