#david headcanons

[6lostgirl6]

I was so excited to learn your requests are open!! I don't know about you but I'd love a lost boys piece where they play a fun game of hide and seek (the kind where they get to play hunter and get a very sensual reward if they find their victim/lover). I hope this is good for you! If you would rather just pick one boy to focus on, then it's your choice who you want 😊

In The Dark

Pairing: David x G/N!Reader

TW: Predator/Prey Dynamic, Hints of intercourse, few curse words, slightly 18+

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This was a wonderful request and im so sorry it took so long to finish and there wasn't much smutty goodness. I hope you enjoy reading, regardless! ❤️

“I don’t do games, Doll.” 

For once, David wasn’t paying much attention to you; instead, he was searching for his misplaced lighter while you were grinning sweetly over his seated form. He swears he put the damn thing in his pocket; now where the hell did it go?

"But I think you'll enjoy this one." You shot back, observing his predicament and taking out an extra lighter and offering it to him. David was prone to misplacing his cigarette lighters. You were usually carrying extra after he misplaced one so many times and became irritable as a result.

David turned towards you, seeing the pretty smile on your face and holding out another lighter for him. He smirked before taking the offered lighter, his gloved fingertips brushing against your own, leaving your skin tingling. “Thanks, babe.” He said, putting his cigarette in his mouth and flicking the lighter. 

As he did, you automatically cupped your hands around the lighter to stop any breeze that would prevent the flame from starting. You had a little pout on your face, feeling like he was ignoring you to end the conversation. David gently pulled your hands back a little with his finger after noticing that they were too close to the oncoming flame. He didn't want to take the chance of burning you by mistake, as he did once before. 

When he had lit the cigarette, he reclined in his wheelchair without tearing his eyes away from you, taking a small drag. He observed the small frown on your face, your eyes averting from his own. Even though he would never admit it, he disliked seeing you unhappy, especially when it was because of him. He sighed and released smoke from his mouth after giving it some thought. 

“Alright, come here.” He muttered, giving you a two-fingered gesture and widening his legs in invitation. 

Hearing his words, you turned to face him, that charming smile coming back as you approached him. You proceeded to situate yourself sideways on his lap, perched on his knee, with your arms wrapped around his neck. David placed one arm around your waist to restrain you against him, his other hand holding the cigarette rested on your thigh, and the small stick turned away so that it wouldn't hurt you. 

“What game are we playing?” He questioned, his hand holding your waist and trailing up and down your side. Without looking away, he took another inhale of his cigarette before putting it down once more.

Your heart was racing in your chest, and you were filled with excitement and anticipation. You bent down to whisper in his ear as your hand extended to rub his stubble, and your nails teased his skin. Though you weren't generally this teasing to anyone, however, your lover wasn't just anyone and possessed the ability to bring out your adventurous side. 

Whispering sensually in his sensitive ear, you were unable to notice the way your mate’s eyes flashed a menacing yellow and a wicked smile appeared on his face. But the way his grasp tightened around your waist was unmistakable. His gaze followed the fingers caressing his cheek before he turned his head to press a possessive kiss on the sensitive skin of your wrist, his fangs grazing your pulse. 

“And my reward?” He growled, his eyes reverting to normal as he took another puff on his cigarette to calm himself down, turning back to face you. His hand, placed on your side, squeezed you once more, his resolve crumbling.

“You’re looking at it.” You replied with a mischievous smirk. 

As you dashed through the thick underbrush of the forest, the moon served as your sole source of illumination and complete dread. Shadows loomed large, threatening to swallow you, as the moon's beams shined through the dense tree trunks. Your lungs were straining to take in much-needed oxygen, and your heart was pounding rapidly inside your heaving chest. You didn't want to slow down, even though your whole body ached for a moment to recuperate.

After all, you wanted to give him a good chase. 

Before the game began, David was nice enough to give you a head start. At the time, his back was turned towards you, with his hands shoved inside his pockets. The ease with which he held himself should have been apparent from his posture. But being his mate, you knew otherwise. His eyes possessed a feral gleam in them, and the strain in his shoulders suggested that his control was gradually slipping away. As soon as he turned his back on you, you took advantage of his mercy and hurried into the trees, never turning back. 

You've been running for an extended period of time, and if you kept going, your lungs were bound to burst. It seems strange that you haven't heard or seen any signs of David. Perhaps he hasn't searched for you yet? You hesitated, stopping briefly to give yourself a chance to gather your thoughts and catch your breath. 

You peered through the trees, attempting to acclimate yourself to the surrounding darkness. Small birds were moving about their daily lives, and the sounds of insects buzzing filled the woods. The most frightening predator on the planet, David, was someone you knew you would never hear approaching, and you needed to be cautious. A sinking feeling grew in the pit of your stomach, as if David could suddenly emerge from the shadows. 

Your hand was lying on your chest to regulate your heartbeat as you fought to regain your breath. With every exhale, small clouds passed through your lips from the frigid weather. You closed your eyes, attempting to think of a different plan of action. At this point, you were too preoccupied to notice that the only sounds in the area were your own breathing.

Your breathing gradually calmed down, and you opened your eyes and looked around the woods once again. But your stomach began to twist into knots as the sinking sensation increased. The glowing golden eyes within the darkness were peering straight through you and chills traveled down your spine.

“I see you…” He whispered menacingly, his chest rumbling in the form of a growl. 

You began to sprint in the opposite direction without thought, an intuitive urge for survival taking over every fiber of your being. When it came to him, there were no limitations or holding back; therefore, you should have known better than to tease him. The realization that you wouldn't make it through the night exhilarated you.

His deep chuckle reverberated across the forest, resonating with the trees. Everything within you shuddered, causing you to glance behind you as you tried to maintain distance. You nearly passed out from the horror of what you witnessed above you. David was soaring through the treetops, a manic grin on his newly-transformed face as he peered down at you. 

Without warning, he dove down towards you, his arms outstretched in an attempt to snatch you. His fangs were gleaming underneath the moonlight, threatening to sink themselves into your delicate skin.

You managed to sidestep his strike somehow, almost falling to the ground as you hurried away in an alternate direction. His enraged hissing pierced your ears as he continued to pursue you. However, you knew he could snatch you at any given moment, waiting for the perfect opportunity. He enjoyed the scared look in your pretty eyes and your blood pumping from adrenaline.

Game’s over.

His loud hissing stopped instantaneously, and all that could be heard were your scurrying footsteps. You were too afraid to stop running, thinking that David was trying to trick you. However, the burning sensation in your lungs forced you to stop.

Your gaze scanned the area around you as the sinking sensation in your stomach intensified once more. You backed away until you bumped into the trunk of a nearby tree, resting your hand on your chest. 

“D-David?” You whispered.

Just as you were whispering his name, there was a thump from above, sending shivers down your spine, coming from the tree. Your breaths became unstable, your hands trembling as you cocked your head back towards the sound, filled with horror and absolute excitement.

David was perched on the branch above you, crouching with his forearms resting on his knees. His glowing eyes were gleaming with mischief. He was leaning towards you, his supernatural abilities allowing him to stay perfectly balanced, similar to a vulture staring down at their meal.

“Where you goin’?” He purred in a condescending tone, flashing his sharp fangs that glimmered underneath the moonlight.

You were trying to flee again before you had a chance to think things through, and then you were thrown to the ground. Sprawled down over the ground, you weren't even able to get up when a gloved hand clutched at the back of your neck, rendering you immobile. 

David chuckled darkly, his knees caging you underneath him as he leaned down towards your ear. “I win.” He growled, the tips of his fangs grazing the shell of your ear. 

The sensation made your whole body tremble, and his weight pinning you down made your cheeks flush with arousal. Everything felt primal, being underneath your mate as he held you down in the dirt with his fangs aching to sink into you.

“Mm, you did.” You whispered, a smirk appearing on your face as your mate proceeded to press heated kisses against your jawline, trailing down towards the junction between your neck and shoulder. “And your reward?”

“You know what I want.” He snarled into your delicate neck. 

Without another word, his gloved hands gripped your hips, roughly pulling you into arching your back for him. 

Over the course of the night, your lover of the night growled with delight in response to your delicious cries. One thing was certain: you needed to feed into his sadistic pleasures more often.

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[socheckitout-mikey]

heya lovelies, these weren't requested, i'm just on a huge tlb kick atm and wanted to share some love for david! please enjoy and let me know what you think! - mae

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Gif Credit: @bonniebirddoesgifs

Disclaimer: THERE ARE 18+ PARTS IN THIS PIECE SO MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!!!!

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TLB Dating David Hc's:

° Rest assured that dating David means that the journey will never be boring. You're guaranteed for the adventure of a lifetime (or multiple depending on how you look at it). The party never ends until the first rays of the dawn find their way into the cracks of the caved-in hotel he and the boys reside in (almost dare I say) religiously. He bids himself farewell in your sleepy haze, departing on an sudden icy wind that leaves you sitting up rigid with shock. Only to find that you are utterly alone, save for the seagulls shrieking up above and the lulling waves lapping against sea foam cliffs.

° But as soon as dusk settles upon the sunshine resort of Santa Carla, you'll find David having appeared by your side with the same kind of magic of Christ's Resurrection. Sure, you may ask him how he has done such a thing, but it's seldom that you'll get a straightforward answer that doesn't sound as though it's dripping with a whole new meaning of "Oh, I'm going to fuck with you for sure".

(I mean, you asked for it!)

"Oh, that old trick? It's called climbing flights of stairs." David quips, cocking his eyebrow as he lights up a smoke.

"You asshole, I know how to use the stairs- but I swear you-" you are cut off effortlessly by his charming, gritty laugh and the full intensity of his icy blue gaze, which renders you utterly powerless.

"Then why ask the obvious, kitten? I think someone needs to get their brain CAT scanned. Are you sure you don't have some form of early onset dementia?"

° David is a mysterious fella indeed. He doesn't let much ruffle his feathers unless given a valid reason. He's enigmatic with his charm, drawing in droves of curious people, but not many of them live to see the light of day ever again. A peculiarity you were awfully aware of at the beginning of it all.

° He felt someone's persistent eyes upon him, and out of curiosity, he looked up to find you. Now, love at first sight doesn't suit David, but he couldn't deny it: He at least felt something when he stared back at you. Enough to worm his way into your life with wild simpers and an abundance of flirtations. He uprooted your nightly schedule with a promise of escape and eternal youth.

° David's snarky cynicism can often be the cause of a hurt heart,- as he's learned very well throughout his very long life so far-. This is why it's a blessing that you're able to roll with the punches and even fend yourself against him with a playful attitude. He's very much amused when those kitty-claws come out and rake down his chest. He likes to have fun with you, and enjoys it even more when you're having fun with yourself. He'll let you off the hook... for the most part. But it is pretty difficult to actually insult him.

"Oh, isn't that just endearing? You're pawing me to death." David simpers with boredom through a thick jet of dragons' breath, before leaning forward so his elbows rest on his knees. "Tell me something, when are those kitty claws actually coming out? I'm feeling a bit kinky tonight."

° Truthfully you never really will get to the end of his teasing tongue (in more than one way). David is mischievous, and is charismatic in the way he pushes those around him. You are no different, but with thick skin and a sharp tongue that mirrors his own, he cannot help but reward you. He enjoys keeping you on the very edge just for the sake of being a menace, which is more for his own entertainment than yours.

"Are we frustrated, kitten? Who would've thought you'd break so easily from a few touches and a few words..." he breathes in mock disappointment before an impish grin etches itself onto his features. In velvety tones he divulges, "Well, it's a good thing I'm good at piecing back together broken things. I think I might just rearrange you a bit first. Got any protests?"

"Fuck you!" You grit out.

"I'll start with that mouth first," he flashes a sultry grin before looming over you entirely.

° As much as you love this suave bastard, and he too loves you; it has become apparent that such a declaration verbally isn't really needed. Where David is good with his charming words, he feels that his actions also lend a "helping hand" when it comes to luring you into the fold as his partner. David lays claim over you more subtly than some of his other brothers, but said actions speak so loud that even outsiders can hear them as if they were screamed out at them.

° One thing is for certain; David isn't privy to the idea of sharing you with anyone. He is entirely selfish, wanting every part of you (warts and all) to himself. Does he admit this outwardly outside of yourself? No. But he does make it known.

° He has profound issues with jealousy, but unlike Paul and Marko, he's much like Dwayne: Settling scores when your back is turned. If someone is dumb enough to attempt flirting with you or trying to pick you up, David deals with them in fatal arrangements planned precisely in his head. You may notice the disappearances, or you may not. But either way, he's not letting up much.

"Who was that again? I haven't heard of them." He says in a nonchalant tone, but his eyes are biting, warning you to leave it be.

After all, he does this for a very good reason. It doesn't pertain to issues with his confidence. No, he's got buckets full of that. It's just the darkest parts of him have fully invited you in. There's no going back to a "normal life" when a vampire has fallen in love with you. His intent is to turn you- to be with you for eternity. It's just that simple.

° At the end of the night, the many trials and tribulations the pair of you have faced have made you stronger as a couple. From your fragile mortality being altered to the many hurdles you faced with fighting the hunters after The Boys - saving them. David does not know how to properly express his truest feelings through the process of words that aren't bitter or playful. So forgive him for the lack of them, but he also knows your true feelings too: He'd just rather them be shown or acted out.

° There is nothing better than whizzing chaotically through the impressive beams underneath The Boardwalk. To get lost in the night with such a thrill that makes your stomach lurch. Yet with each inhibition David pulls out of you only to guide you to throw into the wind, he's allured you further into damnation. You seem to mind such a thing much less now.

° There is a gentleness to the beast that skulks proudly under those garish lights of the Boardwalk. It is reserved solely for you. It does not disappoint as it protects you with vigilance and ensures your needs are met. Just do not thank the beast too profoundly, because it might just get you teased!

° A sucker for your touch, it's no wonder that David has you proudly lounging on his lap in public or in the cave. Sends out a very notifiable signal of, "Back off, she's mine!"

° However, what about the times when you manage to steal him away to far more intimate places, where it's just the two of you? Your bed, although a foreign concept to this roguish fiend who slept under bridges as a mortal, cannot deny deep down the feathery down tempts him. You lay there with him, either lazily making out or talking about many different topics of interest as the TV in the far corner croons on the summer breeze. You have all of his attention, none of his fellow brothers to chime in some hilarious one-liners to add to the chaos. It's just peace.

David cannot help but sigh blissfully, working his lips against your own. Lost at sea. He doesn't want to be found.

° Spontaneous dates of parking your butts on top of an old building or into the corner of an abandoned graveyard whilst you dig into a bottle of wine you stole from your parent's cellar has to be some of David's most favorite low-key dates.

"Look at Miss Goody-Goody stealing for little old me," he grins, admiring the good year on this particular wine bottle. It's a steal he will ensure is worthwhile. "Did you know that stealing is a sin, kitten?" He coos mockingly.

"So is stealing my soul, but you don't hear me complaining." You snicker, stealing the bottle from him. You uncork it and take a swig.

"Touche, kitten, touche." He grins as you hand him the bottle. "Now, you're not planning on curing me, now are you? I'm not a fan of Holy Water."

"If there was a cure for stupid then I'm sure you would be cured by now." You chuckle. "Besides, why would I waste Holy Water on you? You're past the point of saving."

"That I am, but I have to say... I'm going to make you regret everything else you said," he says testily.

"Oh, bite me, Dracula!" You stick your tongue at him.

You really shouldn't tempt him like that.

° Arguments between the pair of you make the air thick with hostility. Though thankfully they don't happen as easily outside of the cases of some broken trust, which isn't very easy to patch together. Like in other areas of his life, David is just as dominant when it comes to arguments. Your feisty attitude you spit back at him is like cobra venom doesn't help. It's cruel and harsh, leaving both hearts wounded and stubbornly locked away in some indestructible castle up a steep mountainside.

° Depending on the burns and wounds left behind, it may take several days for either of you to even look at each other. Avoiding is easier until one of you grows lonely. It takes further time to reconcile, but once it has been initiated, the hatchet is buried (for the most part).

° Don't plan on holding out for the word "sorry" from David. It seems to have escaped his vocabulary almost entirely. It's reserved for extreme circumstances, and even then he may hint at it, but not actually say it. You just need to get used to that. David will show his remorse in many other ways such as private moments stolen away with you where he seemingly allows you to lay in his arms (but he secretly initiated). He will adorn you with thoughtful gifts, words that are sweet by his standards and when he thinks you have fallen asleep, he may let his guard down enough to say, "I'm sorry,".

Just do not hold it over his head!

° You make one another feel on top of the planet. Heads dizzy with a fatal charm that cannot be hidden even to the outside world. David is charismatic and flirtatious as he sweeps you off your feet under the dark silhouette of his damned soul. Yet you are his salvation to the ride down to those fiery pits of damnation! You make him feel alive again, your fresh immortality irresistible as he goes through the new motions with you. Re-experiencing the rush of your first feed, your first flight and even your first kill for the hell of it.

° The pair of you will only get more twisted and wild as the eons drift on by.

° Where once he believed that being tied down to someone would hinder his nightly life that he was more than pleased about, David has come to realise something else: Having someone to share this lifestyle with who gets him even better than his brothers - someone that he can form a genuine romantic attachment to - is far better than the immortal bachelor lifestyle. You have proved yourself useful to him and he can never reward you enough for it.

° It's a good thing that he'll just show you.

° Your connection with David is profound and unmoving as it licks at haunches of dauntless stakes to be dodged - or in the case of David, antlers -. He would have no one else but you swoop in and save him from eternal loneliness as you embark on revenge against The Emerson's until you squash them one by one. What's more poetic than that?

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[luv4fandoms]

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The Lost Boys Masterlist

Had to make a separate Lost Boys Masterlist cause I couldn't put any more links on my main Masterlist lol.

(Please note that I only write Female!Readers and Female!OCs..(afab))

❤️=Fluff

🌶️=Smut

💧=Angst

The Rut series

David

Dwayne

Marko

Paul

David

(Headcanons)

David used to be a gunslinger 💧

Modern!David song headcanon 💧

Song that makes Modern!David think of his past

(Stories)

Can you do mine too? (XReader)❤️

Dwayne

(Headcanons)

Dwayne with a short S/O ❤️🌶️

(Stories)

When you're unaware (xReader) ❤️

Christmas Surprise (xReader) ❤️

Don't blame me (xReader)💧❤️

Santa brought us snow! (xReaderxLaddie)❤️

Christmas Angel (xVampireReaderxLaddie)❤️

Santa is real! (xVampire!ReaderxLaddie) ❤️

Private time (xReader) ❤️🌶️

Best Christmas Ever! (XReaderXLaddie)❤️

Marko

(Headcanons)

Marko is Italian 🌶️

Calling Marko an Italian Stallion ❤️🌶️

Marko and his mate's son wanted to try drag ❤️

Marko has a sensitive (to touch) stomach ❤️🌶️

(Stories)

Biker Dad (xVampire!Reader) ❤️

Touch me (xReader) ❤️

Trust me (xReader) 🌶️

Ti amo (xReader)❤️

Take me away (xReader)💧❤️

Pop rocks (xReader)❤️

Knight in shining armor (xReader)🌶️

Paul

(Headcanons)

Paul is the group's hair stylist

(Stories)

One chip challenge (xReader) ❤️

All

(Headcanons)

Coming up behind you and sniffing your hair/neck

Earring headcanon #1 (What they look like)

Earring headcanon #2 (Origins)

Earring headcanon #3 (They give you their matching earring)

Order that they were turned, and a bit about their past lives.

"I'm so tired of men and their slutty little waists"

The boys trying to move their mate into their sleeping area

You gain characteristics of whoever sired you.

(Stories)

Incorrect Quotes

#1

#2

[lexxieannie]

autistic david headcanons because he’s my spoingy crunk and i cannot sleep !!

adhd + autism king 😎

hyper empathetic !!

odd mix of being hyper sensitive to light and sound but sometimes having low sensitivity to physical pain. like there are many times gwen is like dude ur bleeding and he’s just like ‘huh what didn’t even notice 😊’

never verbally expresses his needs. especially when he was little!! will go days without eating/drinking or taking care of himself if he’s not reminded. 

THRIVES on a schedule. one of the reasons he loves camp so much and gets super thrown off by the campers shenanigans. finds such joy in tightly organizing which campers activity is when :] 

special interest is nature/the forest especially different types of trees and animals !!!

uses a lot of his energy to mask during the day so by the time it’s night in the counselors cabin he UNLEASHES on gwen. i’m talking full infodump/stim sesh that she tries her best to stay awake thru (though it usually ramps him up and he ends up having to much energy to get to sleep :p) 

bob ross is a major comfort to him and if he’s ever feeling overstimulated he or gwen will turn it on to help sooth him :-) 

jasper acted as his main safe space at camp and after he ‘left’ david forced himself to mask/felt lots of internalized ableism mostly thanks to passing comments from mr. campbell 

during the forest wolfy acted as his certified service dog send tweet 

[spid3namy]

Davey nsfw Davey nsfw Davey nsfw Davey nsfw Davey nsfw Davey nsfw Davey nsfw Davey nsfw Davey nsf-

Promise I’ll go to sleep already if you feed the demons

✶ DAVID - NSFW HEADCANONS

𓇼 he likes sex in the woods. he be doing that horror movie sex shit 😭

𓇼 certified sub. and of course he's a sub cus he's a ginger and that's just what they are.

𓇼 can't top for shit. like he will literally be at your mercy even if he's on top of you

𓇼 bro cries during sex. don't matter what it is, he's literally crying

𓇼 literally a mess when he's overstimulated

𓇼 bro loves being called a dog. he def has the whole collar and leash combo. he loves being a dog for you fr

𓇼 he's so desperate for you fr

𓇼 he literally thanks you for sex. he'll be crying and literally calling you cute nicknames while thanking you and shit.

𓇼 he whimpers. that's all i gotta say about that

𓇼 ya'll are literally sleeper build man x short dom partner. and he's okay with that

𓇼 size kink and you press down on the bulge in your belly cus he whimpers and blushes from it. you think it's cute.

𓇼 bro thanks you for letting him give you head.

𓇼 praise kink all the way.

𓇼 sleepy sex is his thing for long days at camp. he fr just wants to make you feel good

𓇼 he zones out and gets all red in the face whenever he's thinking of you

𓇼 whenever he is a brat, you put a vibrator on his dick and make him cum so much that he basically has to beg you to stop.

𓇼 you also rarely touch him during punishments cus you know how much he loves whenever you touch him

𓇼 he has been punished with a vibrator in him while he does his work. he be trying not to moan then get embarrassed whenever people ask him if he's okay

𓇼 you have def sucked his dick under a table. and nobody noticed. or at least you thought so

𓇼 gwen has found about your unholy acts. it was not a fun conversation to have.

𓇼 he's def into semi/public sex. even though he's embarrassed and scared of getting caught

𓇼 mutual masturbation when you both are horny yet tired. it's great for him

𓇼 idk why but bro seems like the type of person who likes when his partner is crying. you are a pretty crier to him in his eyes too

𓇼 he has freckles everywhere. cheeks, thighs, dick, everywhere

𓇼 he LOVES to worship your body. especially if you insecure, mans be loving on you so much

𓇼 ya'll have def gotten high and had sex. then he like lost his mind over it

𓇼 he loves it when you call him a good boy/dog. it fr makes him cry and thank you so much

that's all i got for now. this fr been sitting in my drafts for like the longest time now 😭. but here you go demon child, take this as an early birthday gift <3 you're so old fr now

[man-peach-reborn]

ok hear me out

[doesephs]

cosplay as an exy goalpost, it’s the only way they’d ever hit on you

[fru1typunch]

I was told to share my TikTok on respecting each other's Good Omens headcanons here on Tumblr so HERE;

now can we all just shut up and hold hands or something (since aziracrow can't anymore)

[upon-the-snow]

early mornings after nightmares

[strangererotica]

EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Art the Clown x Reader SMUT • headcanons, how Art fucks, what he gets off to, etc

big content warning! contains some stuff that may gross you out; read at your own risk: menstruation kink, piss kink, oral sex, anal sex, object insertion, blood kink, various weapons mentioned, bondage, human hair and bones, butts and what comes out of butts, public sex, cockwarming, mostly dom!Art and sub!reader

🔪 Remember the work desk with all of Art’s weapons and tools on it? He knows you want him to fuck you, but he’s got shit to do (meaning weapons to build) so he lets you sit under the desk, cockwarming him while he works. You’re on the ground between his knees, patiently holding him in your mouth. When he finishes constructing his latest instrument of torture/slaughter, Art pats his palm against his thigh, wordlessly telling you to climb up into his lap and ride him.🩸

🔪 Art enjoys blood and guts, so it goes without saying that during your period, he’s particularly eager to fuck you. He can detect the slight change in your scent, usually aware you’ve begun to bleed even before you know. He plays with your pussy like it’s a new, special toy when you’re bleeding, spreading your lips and tracing his name on your inner thighs in red. Seeing/touching/tasting blood that comes from you is special to Art. It’s the only time he gets to play in blood without it being the result of him hurting someone, so that makes the experience unique for him. He saves your used pads for ‘alone time,’ using them later as a ‘sleeve,’ to masturbate with.🩸

🔪 Art sometimes fucks you with unconventional objects, like the handle of one of his weapons (knife, axe) or the neck of a bottle. If you’ve displeased him but he still wants to fuck you, he might deny you his cock and instead use something else, like the handle of one of his knives or the barrel of an (empty!) gun, to make you come instead of his cock, as a degrading ‘punishment.’🩸

🔪 Art loves bondage. He knows what he’s doing when it comes to tying knots, as evidenced by the multiple victims you’ve watched him restrain. He enjoys the power dynamic of being in absolute control of another person. When that crosses over into sex, you both get off on him tying you up and doing whatever the fuck he wants with your body.🩸

🔪 Art’s methods can border on sadistic at times (I mean how could they not??) but because he wants to keep you around to play with for the long haul, he never pushes you beyond the limits of safety, no matter how many new ways he comes up with to plug every hole in your body. If we know anything about Art, it’s that he’s perceptive. He studies the way your body responds to different forms of stimulation and mentally catalogs the information for later. All of his skill in crafting tools of torture means he’s able to create customized ‘toys,’ to fuck you with. But the thing is, they’re never normal, or sweet; they always contain something fucked-up and sick. Art once surprised you with a whip he’d put together for you. Its strands were soft and felt so good gliding over your clit. You came so hard when Art whipped your pussy till it was puffy and leaking. It would have been a wonderful gift, if you hadn’t realized later, upon closer inspection, that the strands now wet with your cum were in fact strands of human hair. And the custom dildo Art made for you, the one that was so smooth and colored beige/white? You later found out Art had chiseled and smoothed down a human bone to make it for you. The information almost made you sick on the spot. Art found your horrified reaction hilarious, of course, and it didn’t stop him from laying you down and fucking you with it all the same…🩸

🔪 ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL ANAL …

He loves to fuck you in the ass. Art’s a nasty little motherfucker when it comes to the stuff that comes out of butts, and I’m not gonna elaborate here, but you can use your imagination to follow where I’m going with this…🩸

🔪 Art has zero inhibitions: he kills anyone, anywhere. Imagine that relating to sex; of course he’s going to fuck you wherever he wants, including places where you might get caught. Sex in public/risky spaces feels natural to Art, because he literally does not give a single fuck. Remember the first time you ever saw him? When you stumbled out the back door of that sleazy little bar in your home town, so drunk off your ass you thought you were leaving through the front? Art was in the alleyway behind the bar, black garbage bag hoisted over his shoulder, not even looking for anyone to fuck up but when he saw you, he knew he’d found a victim for the night. He’d planned to stalk you home and do unspeakable things to you-but as you took the lead and approached him, there in the alleyway, he was caught off guard, his whole plan upended the moment you slid your arms around his waist, stood up on your tiptoes, and placed a soft, sloppy kiss on his cheek. He was awestruck, and even if he could speak, Art would still have been at a loss for words. You walked him backward a few steps, lining him up against a dumpster in the alleyway. You began fondling him through his costume, grinning when you realized his body had already begun to respond. One thing led to another, and within minutes, Art had you bent over that dumpster, with a fresh hole torn in the front of his costume where your bodies were joined…🩸

🔪 No one would associate The Miles County Clown with tenderness, but if they knew Art, they would see a softer side of him only you do. He’s still fucking deranged, don’t get me wrong. But Art also has moments of vulnerability, when there’s nothing he wants more than to hold you. Sitting in Art’s lap, he wraps his arms around you and stays still, so still, just enjoying the soft thump of your heartbeat against his, and the low hum of your breath on his chest. Your nearness calms the monster inside Art so well that sometimes, he forgets he is the monster itself…🩸

🔪 Another benefit of having you in his lap? Art realized he could use his strength to make you stay in his lap no matter how badly you had to get up and take a piss, forcing you to wet yourself all over him. You felt him gradually getting hard under you as you began to wriggle on his lap. Art could see your discomfort, and when you told him you needed to get up and take a piss, he refused to release you. You’d expect him to be smiling at you at a time like this, silently mocking you; but the look in his eyes was deathly serious, pitch black and full of a demented lust that would have had you locked you in place even if his arms hadn’t. Blushing into his shoulder, you accepted the fact that Art wasn’t letting go of you any time soon, and that he really was into this. He wanted this to happen. You allowed your bladder to empty, a soft trickle saturating your panties, followed by a steady stream of hot piss that spread over Art’s lap. His clothes were soaked through below the waist, your piss running down between his thighs and dampening the couch cushion beneath you. Art was rock hard by this point, his wet cock throbbing against your pussy. He lifted you off his lap just enough to reach between your bodies and position his tip against your entrance, then used your piss as a lube to slide inside you…🩸

[modrntravlr]

headcanon that when rose looked into the heart of the TARDIS and absorbed the time vortex, the TARDIS absorbed a bit of her too and the doctor could still feel her presence within the TARDIS even long after she was gone

[socheckitout-mikey]

ayy!! could you do headcanons for the lost boys dating a bilingual reader? -particularly french+english, though any languages will do fine! <33333-

hey ofc i can! i decided to leave the languages blank so it can apply to any. so sorry this took me forever to write and post. i suck at posting regularly and had a bad case of writers block for awhile. nevertheless hope this is something you will enjoy reading! tysm for requesting this, it was fun to write. <33 - mae

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TLB's Dating a Bilingual S/o Hc's:

David:

° I believe David to be the type of creature of the night that appreciates you being bilingual. Where it isn’t uncommon, it shows that you hold a certain level of intelligence that he’s all for! You’ll probably be surprised to find that he knows a little bit of your mother tongue. Not a whole lot, but basic phrases, and he picks it up quickly if you teach him a little bit every once in a while.

° “What? Cat got your tongue all of a second, prince/princess? I’ve got more tricks up my sleeve than you realise.”

° He discovers a pleasant feeling when he listens to you speak in your native language: Whether that’s from helping a random stranger on the street with directions or hearing you speak to family on the phone. It doesn’t matter. An invocation of being soothed overtakes him. He could honestly listen to you for hours, but he may not exactly admit it as willingly as others.

° So perhaps he’ll spend a languid evening with you sprawled out on a blanket on top of one of the beach front stores. There’s a bottle of wine by your feet as you read from a book under the convenient nearby streetlight. A moth darts into its bright halo whilst David religiously smokes his tenth cigarette of the hour. It’s not due to stress, but aids him in focusing on the more intricate details of how you pronounce things: Albeit quietly, David doesn’t mind, because his sensitive hearing can pick up the tiniest thing from afar – even in a raging crowd. He’s enamoured, and decides to himself in that moment that he’s more than content.

° Your voice has turned a little hoarse as you close on the last word of the chapter. The hubbub down below is somehow peaceful. David doesn’t even look at you when he casts his words out on powdery smoke, “That was good, kitten.”

° If you’re lucky, you may even catch him reading something to you. Although it will most likely be in English, David is feeling charitable. So pull up to one of the dusty worn out couches in the cave, pop your head on a cushion in his lap and be prepared to be lulled into the most lusciously deep slumber you’ve ever been sent off into. David puts your parents to shame.

° He appreciates this part of you: The ability to share knowledge and language is important. Whether your mother tongue is English or not, it does not matter. David will enjoy this aspect of you.

Dwayne:

° Out of all of his brothers, Dwayne is probably the most respectable besides David. Where he’s cheeky and does want to know all of the swear words, they're not first on his list. He's not outwardly vocal about you speaking in another tongue. So you probably won't notice the way that the corner of his mouth lifts up whenever he catches you walking on the Boardwalk with your sibling tag along, the two of you bickering with words he's not certain of.

° Frankly Dwayne is convinced that more of your personality comes out when you speak in your first language. He gets lost in the way that you talk when you're standing there ordering hotdogs to the vendor of the stand who speaks the other language you do. Cannot help but grin when you turn around to confirm with him what you said was okay.

° "Whatever you said is probably right." Short and to the point, but he savours that little moment with a grin.

° Sometimes you speak a mixture of both languages at once. A translation error in your head or it's because that's what your friends do. It's habitual. It's adorable – unless you're having an argument with Dwayne, which is usually one sided since he's so chill. "Wanna try that again? I only caught the first word." Better to admit the truth than not, am I right?

° Dwayne does pick up phrases here and there. He listens more than anything and tries it out once or twice. He gets good at it too and blows you away with filling in a couple of sentences when you're translating a friend's words for him. You just stare at him dumbfounded and all he can do is breathily laugh.

° He also loves to immerse himself in your culture. He's willing to give almost anything a try. He isn't picky. Especially when it comes to food. He's not going to judge as harshly as someone like Paul may do by accident from cracking jokes. Dwayne wants to learn more about the cultures that you grew up with or went to explore throughout your life. It gives him the chance to understand you better.

° So you best believe that if there's a local shop or market that's still open during the late evening, he's going in there to pick up a few things, especially your favourite snack. Food bridges people together right? He likes some things, and others he doesn't. But he makes sure your favs always magically appear when you need them the most.

Marko:

° Marko is the second most likely to want to learn all of the swear words and rude remarks in your language. He finds it rather cute if you start to get embarrassed about sharing such statements. "Why? It's not like anything you'll say is something I haven't heard before. I've got Paul as my right hand man, remember?" He grins.

"Marko, it will be because it's in another language…" You remind him.

"Fair point!"

° Marko's the type that desires learning the language fully to impress you. That is until he quickly comes to the conclusion that he's out of his depth entirely. None of it makes sense to him, which is an obvious no brainer. Instead he settles for small words and phrases like; "I love you". Just whatever you do, don't let the boys know of this. They'll never let him live it down. Marko can be quite loving when it's just you two.

° Best believe that he's cussing people out who make him mad with the swear words he managed to get out of you. It provokes a humorous note when the lucky individual spits back something in the same language that Marko doesn't know. Cue him turning to you, "What did he say? Is he making fun of me?!"

"Yes Marko, he is."

"Listen here toe rag-,"

° Marko's also another of the boy's to bond over food, especially if it is something that comforts you. Where he's not prepared to try everything twice, he's not going to be an ass about it. Probably starts somewhere simple like a restaurant that he's taken you to. He's lost staring at the menu, adamant he can do this on his own. You sit there looking at him with amusement. "I don't need help!" He snaps, burying his nose into the menu further.

° He needed help.

° Whenever Marko comes to your window just after sundown uninvited, he settles himself into your room. You're already expecting him, his predators prowl unphasing now. He flops onto the bed beside you, belly first, softly nipping your shoulder whilst you flick through magazines. You roll your eyes, knowing he's in search of a snack; thankfully not a human one. When you go, he remains, listening to you softly chattering away to your parents in your mother tongue. The chorus of laughter from you is perfect. He will never admit this to you though.

° Where Marko isn't adverse to you reading to him, he quickly falls asleep before he can appreciate much of your accent and storytelling skills. It's not that it's boring or anything. It does make him dream though! It's so weird being a vampire and having a nap during the night. The things you do to him.

Paul:

° It is no surprise that Paul is the first person who wants to know all of the swear words and rude remarks. I think we all saw this one coming. He gets them out of you one way or another. The sneaky little bat! They become his new obsession for the next two weeks and even the other boys are done with it all. Poor David, Dwayne and Marko.

° On a serious note, Paul may not have the brain capacity to really learn a whole lot of your language, but he has so much enthusiasm for it. That's not to say he's stupid, it's just that he gets so excited. "How do you say this?" 

"How do you say that?"

So many questions tumble from his perfect mouth that you're prepared to kiss him to shut him up. Your throat has never been so hoarse from talking so much!

° It's heartwarming when he fumbles over syllables and how to say things in a statement. Adorable when you catch him whispering it to himself when he thinks you're not listening. Even when you catch him out in the act, Paul is shameless. A wide toothy grin spreads across his face and he cracks a joke.

° He is the number one guy out of the group who thinks you sound so hot speaking in your mother tongue. Forget about sounding intelligent and mature! Paul's found another way to fall in love with you deeper and he's swooning. Practically sighs and short circuits, especially when you're angry. You could be in a full blown argument with him, screaming on both ends and you yell out something in your mother tongue because you're just so infuriated. He stops, his face clouded with a look you know all too well and a part of you wants to sock him right now.

° "I have no idea what you just said, but hubba hubba! Lay it on me again, baby! I gotta hear it a second time." I mean, he's practically drooling!

° You've never walked away from him so goddamn fast. You can't get rid of him. He's attached. A full on package you both love and hate right now.

° Paul is good natured and likes to brag about how amazing you are. It can be a bit embarrassing, but he truly means the best. "Yo man! Did I mention yn totally schooled this guy the other day-," 

"Yeah, four hundred times, Paul. Now can I go back to my meal?" David asks, his face dripping with rivers of blood, his victim still in his arms.

"Man, she totally told him where to go! It was sooo cool-," Paul gushes as if he hasn't heard a single thing, his victim trying to crawl away.

"Dude, so not cool! We're tryna hunt here-," Marko groans.

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[luv4fandoms]

Another headcanon that I'm obsessed with (as much as I'm obsessed with the idea of Marko being Italian)

Is David being originally from the south (This might partially be because I am a big Doc Scurlock fan but lol)

But also like..there isn't that much of a leap from gunslinger to biker in my opinion lol.

I could have seen David growing up on a farm, herding cattle with his dad and maybe brothers (I think he had 3 brothers, him being the oldest) and so he's used to taking charge, he's used to being the man of the house when his dad had to run to town, which was a two day trip.

But all good things must come to an end.

He had gone to town, a task that his father had asked one of his younger brothers to do but David did instead, after all, he had done all his chores early that day, and his brothers could take care of the horses for the one day he would be absent. He also didn't like his younger brothers going into town alone, he knew there were rough characters there.

Upon his return though he found something that had made his blood run cold...his whole family dead.

David instantly blamed himself, swore that if he would have been home he would have been able to save them, that he would have had control over the situation, even at 13.

A year later after living on his own and trying to find who killed his family, David learned the truth. His father had a few vices, 1. He was a heavy gambler, and his trips into town often left him broke and in debt. And 2. His father had an eye for taken women. Both of which left him with more enemies than friends. But it was when he got a little too friendly with and spent the night with a local gunslinger's wife that he officially had a bounty on his head.

His mother and brothers had just been casualties of the revenge.

At 14 he vowed to find the men who did it and kill them, and he spent the next 5 years doing that. Living as a gunslinger himself, taking bounties that would pay well and talking his way into the good graces of deep pocketed men and beautiful women. If he needed to, he would steal, but why steal when you can manipulate people into giving you money?

That was how he found Max, Max was one of the rich men whose good side David got on. He was impressed by David's wit, after all, in those times it was hard to find.

He had asked David what he planned to do with his life after he got his revenge, to which David didn't have an answer, having been so caught up on avenging his family, he hadn't thought of after. That was when Max offered David the gift of immortality, convinced him he would find the men faster with it, and that afterwards, well, he could do whatever he wanted. David did think it over, weighed his options, after all what Max was offering him had its pros and cons. But eventually the offer tempted him too much to pass up.

So that night Max turned him on his 21st Birthday.

And a few months later he found the gang that killed his family, getting revenge.

He wandered around a lot after that, doing whatever he pleased, but in the end he always stayed close to Max, always in the same state if not the same town. Slowly as time went on he found who he was, who he wanted to be outside of Max and his Vampirism, though he would never even think of getting rid of it if he had the chance, it was who he was now, but he knew he didn't have to be Max's shadow.

(I also think it was during his wandering that he met Dwayne and his tribe)

It took him a bit to hide his southern accent, and to this day he can still slip in and out of it.

There are also times he does think about his family, but after so long he feels very disconnected from it, like it was a whole other life, which he guesses, it was.

After all, he has three new brothers now, and he'll be damned if he lets history repeat itself.

Like I said, I am obsessed with Southern/Gunslinger David lol

[allfor-thegames]

hc that after all the canon foxes graduate, wymack starts every summer training meeting with "first of all, are any of you part of a major mafia family, running from a major mafia family, or the son of someone very high in the chain of a major mafia family? no problem if you are, i just want a heads up this time."

[clowns0cks]

Gary Russell I will find you and destroy you

[currently-evil]

Alternative universe where Wymack gives up his “above my salary” rule and just straight up disses Andrew when he is pining over Neil

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Andrew: breaks into Wymack’s apartment to rant about how much Neil is a problem and a threat Wymack: You want to fuck him so much it makes you look stupid

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Andrew and Neil getting in their usual first book word scuffles Wymack to Andrew after Neil leaves them alone: So what have you decided on? Spring or Summer wedding?

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Andrew: allows some fox to score on him because he was too busy staring at Neil’s ass Wymack not saying anything out loud but catching Andrew’s eyes with so much bored intensivity the words just materialize on their own in Andrew’s mind: Wow that was pathetic.

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Andrew feeding Neil some “i’ll still solve you” or other talk like that Wymack not even raising his eyes from some documents he was filling out: I’ve seen fucking garden snails flirt better than you.

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Andrew buys Neil a matching phone Wymack: And here I thought Nicky was the only useless gay in the family, good to see I can still be wrong.

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Wymack calling Andrew after Neil hitchhiked his way back to his apartment the first time Monsters took him to Eden: CAN’T YOU TAKE HIM OUT ON A DATE LIKE NORMAL PERSON???? YOU HAVE TO FUCKING DRUG HIM???

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Andrew: buys Neil like a half of wardrobe in a exact style Andrew prefer Wymack: just aggressively sideeyeing  him in silence Andrew: SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP 

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Wymack: shamelessly using Neil to stop Andrew from acting out against other Foxes Andrew: Fucking stop it. Wymack: No <3

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Wymack: sends Neil to Andrew to ask him to stop throwing balls at Foxes’ ankles Wymack silently through very intense eye contact: JUST FUCKING BANG IT OUT AND STOP LETTING IT AFFECT MY GAMEPLAY

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Wymack: Do threats of violence usually work for you? Or do you know about some Neil's fetish none of us are privy to?

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Wymack to Andrew: Its good to know there is something that both you and Aaron share. I just didn't expect it to be inability to act like normal human beings around your crushes.