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rapturously · 1 year ago

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reflections.

➾ pairing ; david x fem!reader.

in which david decides to have his way — in front of a mirror. of course, the main attraction is you.

FORMAT: drabble — requested.

WORD COUNT: 3.8K.

WARNINGS: SMUT (mdni), mirror sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, mild bloodplay (he’s a vampire), biting, hair-pulling, groping, teasing, dirty talk, pet names (use of kitten and sweetheart), rough sex, bruising/marking, choking, david is an asshole (but he’s hot), naked female, clothed male, fingering (f!receiving), finger-sucking, breastplay, begging, multiple positions, mind reading, making out, possessive & obsessive behavior from david

AUTHOR’S NOTE: so this was a request but I deleted it by accident (mega sorry !!) whoever sent this in, thank you for your service because this was ridiculously hot and so fun to write! thank you all for your love and support, i promise that I will try to post more often! still working on requests! ❤️

A soft, simpering moan reverberated throughout your cavernous alcove, hands balled up into tight, clenched fists as you tugged at your sheets. Even as you slept, someone toyed with your mind — David had quite the habit for making you see whatever he wanted in your dreams. They were never terrifying or intended to frighten you, but oh, were they cruel.

When you ripped yourself out of your blissful slumber, your flesh was crawling with a misty perspiration, from the intensity and the subject matter. It was something salacious — David fucking you into oblivion, your mind consumed whole by those golden-orange eyes.

You felt dirty for dreaming of such a thing, but in the presence of mind-reading vampires, especially ones that could manipulate your thoughts, it was bound to happen. David enjoyed using that sway on you in the name of playfulness, but he used it to torment you, too.

Tangled within a snare of sheets, you sat up, adjusting your nightshirt. David had a penchant for making you wear things that belonged to him, covering you in his scent. It was a tattered black t-shirt that hadn’t seen daylight in many years, you suspected.

The cavern was unnaturally silent, lacking the rancor and energy that the boys brought to it. It was just you, alone within your nest, distraught by your dreams.

David’s hold upon you was nothing short of supernatural, and the bond that you shared only strengthened his unorthodox abilities. His voice rang throughout your mind, crisp and clear as if he were merely standing a few feet away. You pictured his sardonic laughter and his charismatic sneer.

Glistening rays of moonlight pooled through the gap in the top of the cave, indicating that it was dusk. You assumed that they all must’ve been at the boardwalk, indulging in their vices and feeding frenzy.

With your humanity still intact, your circadian rhythm was quite different from that of your vampiric compatriots, but you were still learning to be on their time — David, in particular. You began to fix your bed, untangling yourself from the snare of sheets. Faint noises echoed throughout the cavern, the only ambiance you had.

A brief clatter caused you to jump, goosebumps coalescing along your spine. You were more tense than usual, still feeling very disoriented and dazed from your onslaught of dreams. Sometimes, you hated them — hated that David tormented you in such a way.

Molten heat swirled within the pit of your stomach, resulting in a warm wave of arousal that pooled between your thighs. You pinched at the bridge of your nose, half-tempted to lay down and let your hand do all of the work in an attempt to chase some sort of release.

Before you could even consider it fully, a bout of alluring laughter resonated from the darkness above, an expanse of cavernous abyss untouched by light. The shadows were alive, stirring with a familiar presence as sanguine-orange hues observed you with a cruelty to them; a cruelty you knew.

“Poor thing,” David crooned, haughtily perched in the rocks above your nest, watching you with a visceral interest. You looked so pretty — all pent-up and disheveled, bearing his scent upon your supple flesh. It was how he liked you. “Bad dreams?”

You scoffed, attempting to feign disdain, but the veil was thin — you were flustered and hot, arms loosely folding within your lap. “How long have you been up there?” You asked, throat becoming thick. You knew that David must’ve gotten his fill of watching you thrash about, your mind swarming with him.

David’s dark, enticing chuckle resonated throughout the alcove. You could envision his smug, arrogant expression — a face you’d grown to love, unfortunately for you. “Long enough,” He mused, clicking his tongue. “Long enough to smell you.” His teasing tone only made you embarrassed.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You grumbled, but realization struck you — he was here with you, alone. He’d let the boys go out without their leader, unchaperoned and off the leash. That was extremely unusual for David, and it made you wonder.

“Is that why you keep coming back, kitten?” David mused, leaning forward until he broke through the shadows, glowering down at you with an incendiary expression. That playful mockery still remained, but the wave of desire festering inside of him began to overpower anything else.

You held your tongue, gazing up at him with a wistful sense of longing. Despite David’s crueler proclivities and cocksure attitude, you did love him — he was yours, after all. Those piercing, icy eyes of his raked over you, jaw tensing and unclenching.

“Please come down,” Desperation crept into your voice, shameless and unadulterated as you pressed your thighs together, attempting to fight away your arousal. Your fingers idly toyed with the hem of your shirt, hoping that he would comply with your request. “I—I need you.”

David smirked, a fire swirling within his eyes as he cocked his head to one side. “Is that so, sweetheart?” He hummed, slinking down from his perch as he stood in front of you, reaching out to grab your jaw with his gloved digits. He traced his thumb over your lower lip.

“Yes,” You squeaked, keening into his embrace. He looked so intimidating and imposing like this — dressed in dark colors, eclipsing all flickers of candlelight as his shadow fell over you. It enveloped you, kept you anchored. “David, please. I want you.”

“I know you do,” He uttered. “You belong to me.” His voice — it was enchanting, like a siren’s song, tempting you into deeper waters. David began to lean forward, inhaling your scent as he brazenly nipped at your jaw. “Wet from the thought of me, aren’t you?”

Your head bobbed up and down several times over in a fervent nod, feeling him come closer, mouth hovering above yours. Saliva coalesced within your mouth, lips practically clamoring for him, and he let you. You kissed him with a clear desperation, but his hunger was unmatched.

His hand grabbed at the nape of your neck, hard enough to bruise as he pulled you forward, all teeth and tongue, domineering as ever. David’s throat burst with a snarl, chest rumbling as he bit at your lower lip. The whimpering sound that emerged from you only poured fuel onto the fire, igniting lust and desire.

In a frenzy, you grabbed at his coat, hands pushing themselves against his chest. You were itching for a release, for some sliver of friction or attention. David started this mess — you wanted him to finish it.

The sound of his sneering laughter as he grinned into your mouth made you tense up, watching as he drew away just enough to see you. “My mess?” He clicked his tongue, teeth catching around his glove as he pried it off, hand immediately snaking toward the juncture between your legs, underneath your underwear.

As soon as those thick digits slid against your slick cunt, you knew that you were in for it. Your heart began to beat erratically, wrought with excitement as you let out a hapless moan. “David, I— Please!” Those simpering pleas of yours were met with an enticing grin as he dragged his teeth along your neck.

“This is your mess,” David corrected, shamelessly bullying his way into your thoughts. There was plenty for him to peruse through — your sheepish fantasies, memories, and embarrassment. He savored it all, licking his lips like a cat who’d caught the canary. “Why should I clean up after you?”

Humanity was a blessing — yours, at least.

David could’ve licked your sweet skin and tasted your excitement, delighted by the little hitch in your throat and the way you squirmed. There was something intoxicating about you, about your fragility and ability to be molded, to be manipulated — to become his.

Your lips parted, eyes wide and doe-like as you ground your hips into his fingers. He couldn’t help but laugh, pushing you down onto the mattress as he loomed above, thumb flicking your clit with a feather-light sensation. It was just enough to keep you wanting more of it, chasing after it.

“Please!” You didn’t care if it seemed pathetic — you only wanted him. “Please, David! I—I’ll do anything, I just need you!” His countenance was characteristically smug and bemused, cerulean hues dancing with a fervor that made you shudder with delight.

“You’ll do anything,” David parroted, gaze flickering toward the large, tarnished mirror that sat across from your bed. The only image present was you, splayed out for him — his mind began to churn with an idea. “I think you’ll like this.”

With inhuman strength, David plucked you up as if you weighed nothing, turning you around to face the mirror, keeping your back pinned against his chest. It was just your reflection — disheveled, pupils dilated with lust, shirt rucked up around your hips.

He squeezed your throat with one hand, the other languidly dancing across your cunt, digits toying with your clit. “David,” You whined, feeling him recoil, only to remove your panties altogether with a simple snap of his wrist, tearing the fabric asunder. “W—What are you doing?” You slurred, shivering when his teeth snagged your earlobe.

“Making sure that you see yourself, kitten.” David purred, biting down on the sensitive flesh of your ear, breath ghosting along the cartilage. “You look perfect like this,” His murmured, voice dropping to a husky octave as he finally began to sink his fingers into you. “I want you to watch.”

A wave of pressure assaulted your lower jaw as David turned your face towards the mirror, and you wanted to shy away from it all. It was awkward and unusual, but there was something wildly attractive about it at the same time. You could feel his thumb circle your clit, fingers seeking your entrance.

His stubbled jaw scraped across your silky flesh, causing you to shudder in excitement. Your stomach churned with a violent delight as he began to sink his digits into your cunt, savoring the way you clenched around him. The mirror was glaring, a few feet across from you — even with him touching you, you were in ecstasy.

“David,” You sighed, throat bobbing underneath his palm as he applied a barrage of pressure, fingers beginning to find a rather brutal rhythm. He pistoned them in and out of your tight cunt, thumb occasionally flicking over your clit for added pleasure. You rocked against him, his physique cold beneath his clothing, akin to a marble statue — hard and unyielding. “Feels so good.”

The soft lull of his dark laughter made you shiver, hips jolting and keening into the sensation of his fingers. He showered you in vigorous kisses, mouth roaming across the expanse of your neck and shoulder. David began to bite at your flesh, soothing it over with the chill of his tongue.

Your hand grasped at his forearm, using it as a crutch as he continued to finger-fuck you, pace having increased to something vigorous. The white-hot intensity only served to make your legs buckle, liquid heat oozing between your legs. A glistening sheen of your arousal coated your inner thighs, and it almost embarrassed you.

“Good girl,” David murmured, visage buried against the side of your neck, face nearly pressing into yours. You whimpered, cunt tight and hot around his fingers. You were a mess — his little human, his thrall. “Such a desperate little thing.”

He squeezed at your jaw, harshly angling your mouth toward his, lips colliding in a blaze of teeth and tongue. Those sharp fangs momentarily caught your lower lip, withdrawing a pearl of crimson. David eagerly lapped at your cruor with a lustful expression, eyes unnaturally bright.

Between the sensation of his digits pistoning in and out of your cunt and his tongue invading your maw, you very nearly collapsed. That familiar ringing of his laughter reverberated throughout your mind, causing you to moan into another heated kiss.

David’s hand wandered from your throat to your chest, pinching at one of your nipples. It was cruel, with enough force to make you writhe as he groped at the swell of your breast. He contorted you, bent you however and wherever he pleased. Your reflection in the mirror was one of complete and utter submission.

He began to curl his fingers, forcing his way inside of your cunt once more. Molten heat oozed around his digits, which he seemed eager to taste, once he’d had his fun with you. David playfully nipped at your jaw, palm kneading into your chest as he kept you pinned to his chest; nowhere to go.

A hapless, wanton moan escaped you, causing you to careen backward, snug against him. David growled, erection digging into the swell of your ass, itching to be inside of you. Fortunately, he had patience — you, on the other hand, not so much.

“You want the others to hear you?” David inquired, voice sharp and commanding, making you tremble beneath his grasp. Those glistening fangs of his tauntingly scraped across your flesh again, cerulean hues replaced with orange-red irises.

You immediately shook your head, wondering if the boys were back — you were too absorbed within your own satisfaction to notice. A pang of embarrassment washed through you, causing your flesh to become blistering hot.

David chuckled, pinching at your nipple again, which only served to make you yelp. “I think you do, kitten.” He purred, his tone alluring and husky, ghosting above the shell of your ear. “Should I ask Dwayne if he’d like to join?” You knew that he was somewhat serious.

“N—No! I just want you, David,” You mewled, gasping when his thumb rolled over your clit, having abandoned it for so long. “Please!” Admittedly, the thought of having one of them partake alongside David was tantalizing, but you felt too flustered to go through with it.

“You’re not a very good liar.” David chided, moving inwards for another kiss before he twisted you back in the direction of the mirror. He was hellbent on making you watch, grin akin to that of a ravenous wolf as he withdrew his digits from your cunt. “Open.”

His command was met with an instantaneous response as your lips parted, breath hitching within your throat as David moved to place his fingers upon your tongue. He made sure that you were watching, gaze hawkish and calculating as you sucked on his digits.

You could taste yourself, thighs quivering from your denied orgasm. David always built you up, only to rip it away at the very end, but he had other intentions. He pressed his digits toward the back of your throat, nearly laughing when you sputtered and gagged.

“Good,” He hummed, slipping one hand toward his pants to free his cock, grinding himself against you a time or two, allowing you to feel. “Keep watching, kitten. We’re almost there.” David growled, biting at your neck again with a blatant roughness.

The position remained the same, your back caged in against his chest as he guided himself toward your entrance, replacing his fingers with his cock. David was rarely gentle with you, preferring to unleash his desire and aggression — and you were beyond satisfied with that.

There was love and possessiveness interlaced in his ministrations, even if he didn’t fully realize it. David bullied his way in between your thighs, cock slipping into your tight cunt with a sudden amount of force. His hand returned to your throat as the other palm began grabbing at your thigh as he hitched it up.

Candlelight flickered throughout the alcove, dancing across your physique, basking you in an orange glow. The mirror glared back at you, allowing you to see what David had intended for the entirety of your time together.

His cock slipped in and out of your cunt with ease, rutting into you with a force that was nothing short of brutal and unyielding. David’s breath fanned across the crook of your neck, fangs continuing to linger there as he intermingled rough kisses and bites across your flesh. If blood emerged, he lapped it up like a starving animal.

“David,” You whined, locked within his vice-like grip. His leather-clad arms bracketed you against him, not allowing for much space whatsoever. Molten heat oozed freely from between your legs as you coated his cock in your arousal. “P—Please don’t stop!”

With a low, rumbling grunt, he shoved his hips forward once again, pushing his way into you. His cock was buried deep within your cunt, and David developed a rhythm of almost pulling out before fucking his way back into you. His fingertips prodded and kneaded all around your body, leaving bruises in tender places.

The glassy glare of the mirror only revealed your reflection — disheveled, reduced to a quivering, moaning mess as David had his way with you. Your eyes flickered toward the slate of glass, and the sight of you was messy, at best. David didn’t think so, but you did.

Your thoughts were practically screaming, aching for him in every way imaginable. David had difficulty keeping himself out, lips parting as he sucked another messy hickey into your neck. Your cunt clenched around his cock when he rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a chuckle from him.

A canvas — that’s what you’d become. Your flesh served as a supple expanse for David to mark and toy with, savoring the way you submitted to him so very easily. Your saccharine scent invaded his senses, coupled with the sting of sex and arousal.

“I want to kiss you,” You moaned, hoping that he would comply with your request. The way in which he fucked you now, all contorted and unable to see him, made you incredibly frustrated. David knew this, able to smell your mounting agitation. “Please.”

Under certain circumstances, David would’ve denied you and simply put you on all fours to prove a point, but some sliver of him wanted to see your face when he fucked you. Wordlessly, he pulled himself out, seconds apart as he pushed you down onto the bed, making sure you were on your back this time.

“I suppose you’ve earned it,” David hummed, his stare igniting with a newfound wave of lust as he surveyed your naked frame. He pushed his way in between your legs, crawling on top of you like a dark shadow. His cock prodded at your slick cunt, forcing its way back inside as he resumed his rough pace. “Go on, kitten.”

His voice was intoxicating — always spoken through the alluring roll of his tongue, emerging from between pearlescent teeth. David snickered when you clamored forward, hands tugging him down, mouth desperately latching onto his as you kissed him.

David snarled into your mouth, chest bubbling with a series of grunts as he fucked into you, rutting away at your tight cunt. He felt your knees squeeze at his clothed hips, fingers reaching for his platinum-blonde tresses. As soon as you pulled, his lips twitched into a smirk.

It was all teeth and tongue and unrequited want, with David pounding himself into you until he couldn’t go any further. His cock throbbed inside of you, eased by your slick as he bit at your lower lip.

One hand gripped at your thigh, hard enough to leave behind imprints as the other tangled around your throat yet again. The mirror showed a rather lascivious scene, of you being ravaged and fucked by some unforeseen force. To the untrained eye, it would’ve looked unnatural or downright terrifying.

“Getting close?” David uttered, watching as you nodded several times over. The pleasure from his fingers before had collided into the sensations you felt presently. His laughter was wolfish, accompanied by the faint curl of his lips as he pushed his hips forward.

“David!” You moaned, watching as he bent his head toward your chest, ravaging your collarbone in a series of rough kisses. Fangs nicked your supple flesh, visage buried beside your heart, beating just above your breast. With a brusque tug of his hair, you rolled your body into him, yearning for the friction.

Your vampiric paramour never relented, mouth tangling around one of your breasts as he bit at your nipple. A shrill whimper escaped you, hands clawing at his spiked tresses, clamoring for the nape of his neck. With another snap of his hips, your body became awash with pleasure.

An idle, satisfied hum escaped his lips, which continued to nibble and suck at your breasts. “That’s it,” David purred, a growl ripping through his throat as he fucked into you again. “Cum for me, kitten.” It wasn’t a statement — it was a command, one that you obeyed without effort.

It was supernatural, the power he exuded over you — and you were powerless to resist, slipping underneath the thrall of his spell. Your back arched into him, cunt clenching around his cock as you faded away into the white-hot abyss of your orgasm.

Carnal delight swirled through you, molten heat coalescing between your thighs as David rut into you, fucking you through it before he came inside of you. He didn’t need to breathe or compose himself — not like you did, trembling in the aftermath of your release.

David withdrew from you, watching as you sheepishly reached for your shirt. He stepped forward, cupping your jaw within his palm, able to feel the scorching heat of your flesh against his icy fingertips.

“Will you stay this time?” You murmured, keening into his embrace as his thumb traced across your lower lip. David often disappeared afterwards, whether it was to feed or do something else entirely. He occasionally sat in a velvet chair to placate you, but he was having a change of heart.

“Is that what you want?” David inquired, and once you nodded, he didn’t say anything else, wordlessly sitting on the edge of the mattress as you laid down. He wasn’t exactly the pillow-talk sort, but this would do — it was the closest he’d ever been.

You moved until he was within arm’s reach, feeling his leather-clad digits trace the curve of your jaw. Even if David’s callousness and cruelty was always predominant, you were fortunate to see him like this — somewhat docile and protective.

When David glanced toward the mirror, the only thing he saw was you — and that was how he wanted it to be. Just you and him, for all eternity.

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emilysholster · 2 months ago

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Bratty (David Rossi x Reader)

Summary: David punishes you for acting out at work

Warnings: NSFW, public teasing/flirting, dirty talk/pet names, daddy kink, [unprotected] PinV sex, edging, oral sex (D receiving), face-fucking, light D/S dynamics, mention of degradation, (fem!reader)

Translations: gattina (kitten)

A/N: inspired by an ask from @vikingstoner69, thank you! 🩷

Admin day was always such a bore. No cases, just talks about budget and financial planning for the whole work day. While Emily took on the brunt of the work as chief, it was still each team member’s responsibility to present to everyone their ideas for the budget updates and what they’d like to see added to the team’s toolkit.

It was during these presentations that your genius idea to get over the boredom came to you. You rolled your chair a bit so that you were further back from the table, and able to see the back of everyone’s heads. You were not directly visible to anyone else on the team except for David, who was at the front of the room.

The two of you had been dating in secret for some time. You’d mutually decided to not let the team know until you were both comfortable, and that meant things were in that easy spot right now. Your nights consisted of separate car rides from work to either his place or yours, where you’d then enjoy dinner, and later, each other.

You felt a light tingle between your legs thinking about last night and the way you’d made David groan. Watching him at the front of the room, you crossed your legs, squeezing your thighs together. The action had a double purpose, as the skirt you were wearing rode up your thighs slightly, exposing more of your skin. You smirked to yourself when you saw David’s gaze catch on your legs as he spoke.

As he went on with his presentation, you began upping your antics. You pulled your hair out of the bun it was in, letting it fall down your shoulders. Next, you began toying with the top button of your blouse. Innocent enough, but when you slipped the second button out of its hole to show off your chest, David stuttered. You looked at him innocently as you bounced the end of your pen against your lips, playing with it. Now David shot you his you’re gonna get it look, unnoticed by the rest of the half-asleep team.

“And that about wraps it up.” He said, ending his presentation.

“Alright!” Emily blinked herself out of her daze. “Thank you, Dave. Ok, and last but not least, Penelope?”

David took his seat next to you as Garcia went to the front and began her colourful presentation about some new tech software she could use funding for.

With Garcia caught up in her presentation and you still being out of sight of the rest of the team, you dropped your hand to caress David’s thigh. You traced circles with your finger, getting dangerously close to his bulge before drifting away again. You smiled to yourself when David cleared his throat next to you, but before you could push him further, his hand grabbed yours, forcing it to stop.

Not wanting to draw the attention of the team, you tried to gently squirm your hand away. But David’s large hand kept its grip on yours, preventing you from moving. Annoyed, you huffed quietly, giving in. You spared a quick glance at him but he kept his eyes straight ahead, jaw set. Uh oh.

•••

At home, you were pouring wine for the two of you when you heard the door open. Before you could even turn at the footsteps making their way towards you, David was behind you, pressing you up against the counter. His large hands came to rest on either side of you, pinning you in place as he brought his mouth close to your ear. “Care to explain yourself?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You hummed, arching so your ass was pressed up against him.

“So bratty today,” David husked into your ear. You stifled a groan when you felt him grinding against you. “I think you need a lesson.”

Suddenly he was tugging your skirt down, followed by your panties. Heat rushed to your skin as he nudged your legs apart, forcing you to stand there bent over and completely exposed.

You heard him unbuckle his belt behind you. “Look at how wet you are for me. Dripping just from teasing me all day.” Without warning, he pushed his cock into you. David groaned at the feeling of your tight walls engulfing his cock, your wetness covering him as he pushed into you.

You all but purred at the feeling of his cock filling you up, the ache between your legs finally getting taken care of. But before the pleasure building in you could reach its peak, David pulled his cock completely out of you. You whined at the loss, pushing backwards in hopes of getting him back in you.

Instead you were met with a sharp slap on your ass, making you hiss. “What, you thought you could act out all day and still get fucked like you wanted to?”

“Fuck!” You groaned out when he pushed his cock back into you. But just as quickly he was back out, and he began picking up this torturous rhythm of filling you up before withdrawing, not letting you soak up the pleasure.

Pretty soon you were at the brink of tears, whining. “Having regrets now, gattina?” David grunted from behind you as he slipped his cock out again.

“Yes,” you cried out in frustration. “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” Your hole was aching now, and you could feel your wetness leaking out of you.

“We both know that’s a lie, don’t we?” You could hear the smirk in David’s voice as he traced a finger down your spine, and even that simple action had you arching.

“I’m sorry, I mean it.” You were begging now, so desperate to have his cock back inside you and hitting that sweet spot again. “Please, please just fuck me Daddy.”

David’s cock twitched at your use of the name. You didn’t always use it, but some of his best memories were of when you did.

You felt his cock rub through your folds, nudging your clit before lining up with your entrance and pushing in slowly. Both of you groaned as he pushed deep inside you, letting both of you savour the feeling of him against your walls.

One of David’s hands gripped your hip while the other tangled itself in your hair, gently pulling you up so you were flush against him now as he began fucking you. “Oh fuck,” you groaned. “Yes, right there.”

“This is what you wanted all day, didn’t you?” David’s voice by your ear was strained as he pounded into you. “To be bent over taking Daddy’s cock.”

“Yes!” You moaned as his hand snaked around your front, his fingers beginning to circle your clit. You felt David lick a stripe down your neck, and he pulled your shirt collar to attach his mouth to the sensitive skin. He bit down gently, making you hiss, and immediately soothed the skin with his tongue, making sure you’d be wearing turtlenecks for the next few days.

The combined sensations of his cock, mouth, and fingers had you feeling heady with pleasure, the wave building in you threatening to spill over. “I’m gonna come, Daddy.” You groaned.

“Do it, gattina. Come for me.” David panted from behind you. His permission was all you needed; the pleasure that’d been building finally spilling over. David held onto you tight while you moaned as waves of pleasure rolled through you.

David pulled out of you as you relaxed, and you turned to see him with his still-hard cock in his hand. Smirking, you dropped to your knees and took his cock into your hand. It was slick with a mixture of precum and your juices, and you admired the way his veins bulged beneath his tan skin.

David’s cock twitched in your hand as you circled the tip with your tongue before taking him into your mouth. “Oh fuck,” he groaned from above you. You used your other hand to cup his balls as you began slurping on his cock, running your tongue from the base to the tip repeatedly.

“Yes,” David hissed. “Take Daddy’s cock just like that, gattina.” His hands buried themselves in your hair and he held your head in place as he began fucking your mouth. You braced yourself by holding on to him, moaning at the feeling of your mouth being filled by his thick cock.

“Look at you, my little slut.” David husked. “I’m gonna come in that hot mouth of yours.” He was watching you as you looked up at him through your lashes while you took his cock between your lips. You relaxed your throat, allowing him in deeper.

“Shit,” David grunted from above you, and he doubled his pace before shooting his cum into your mouth. He groaned as his cock oozed into your mouth, and you eagerly sucked and swallowed.

You wiped your mouth as you stood up, and David grabbed you by the chin for a hungry kiss. He moaned at the taste of himself on your lips and you giggled as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed you closer to him.

He pulled away and placed a kiss on your forehead. “You’re so good for me.”

You smiled up at him and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. Looking down at the mess of your clothes on the kitchen floor, you giggled. “I guess we should order in.”

“Good idea.” David laughed.

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chubbyreaderchan · 1 year ago

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Ask First

Poly! Lost Boys (David Centric) x Plus Sized!Reader

They/them pronouns for the reader so any reader can enjoy it. :)

David says fuck and reader crochets. 🤷‍♀️

David laid in their bed smoking a cigarette. They had just having some rambunctious activities and everyone was winding down. Dwayne was reading one of their lover's books. Paul was playing music and smoking weed. Marko was busying himself with the pet in the house. All the while, (Y/n) was taking a shower.

All was peaceful.

Until (Y/n) showed up and David sat straight, a look of annoyance on his handsome face.

"Are those my underwear?" He growled.

They looked down at their squishy body. They rubbed their cheek awkwardly for a quick moment and laughed.

"Yeah, you... Left them here last time and I never got around to giving them back. I sort of adopted them," they responded.

David's look soured more.

"Did you ask?" He growled.

"No," they responded.

"That's my shirt, isn't it?" Paul said next.

"Maybe,"

Paul shrugged. "That's fine babe, but ask next time,"

That's when they had their turn to be irritated. They looked at David and shook their head.

"You all take my stuff all the time without asking," they pointed out.

"Yeah well, it's the principle," David said. "You need to ask. Keep them, but ask,"

They looked even more annoyed.

"David you take something from my house every time you are here. If it fits in your pocket you take it," they pointed out.

"Dwayne takes my books and never returns them,"

Dwayne closes the book in his hand and sets it on their desk.

"Paul takes my music albums and my socks," they glared.

Paul laughs. Far too gone to care.

"And Marko takes my underwear,"

Marko smirks.

"Guilty," he admits.

"Well that's different," David growled. "We always intend to return them,"

They stare at the leader of the biker gang.

"Name one time,"

Silence.

"Actually, as far as I'm concerned those socks and underwear belong to Paul and Marko. Who knows how crusty those are now,"

"Hey!" Marko protested.

"Kitten, that's not fair," David huffed.

They huffed and plopped on the bed.

"I don't like my stuff being placed I don't know about. We don't want evidence somewhere," he said with a tinge of irritation in his voice. David didn't care that much, like he said it was the principle. Hell, he loved that they wore his stuff.

"Is it because I stretched it?" They asked.

David was pulled from his thoughts.

"The fuck?" He said shock. "No, I don't give a shit about that," he said coolly. "Just let me know," he breathed.

They nodded. It seemed more like a possession thing for David. A control issue.

"You said you planned on giving me my things back?"

David nods and takes a drag of his cigarette.

"What about the Mothman I crocheted?"

"That one I didn't borrow. It's mine and you know it," he pointed at them.

"Wait you crocheted mothman?" Paul said.

"I want to see it," Marko said.

"No, it's mine," David hissed.

"That's not fair! I want to see it," Paul complained.

"No, it's mine and mine alone," he snapped.

Paul and Marko looked a shade of disappointed.

"I can make another one?" They offered.

That seemed to cheer the boys right up.

#reader insert #fan fiction #slashers x reader #x reader #poly lost boys x reader #tlb x reader #fluff #the lost boys x reader #romance #tlb david #david x reader

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popironrye · 10 months ago

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The Lost Boys 🥀💘💋

Mate Pet Name Headcanons

With so many affectionate nicknames you can call your partner, I wanted to share my personal favorites for my favorite boys.

Which ones make you blush the most? 🤭

David

Kitten

Precious

Doll/Doll Face (🖤)

Foxy

Baby/Baby Doll

Dwayne

Baby girl

Bunny

Sugar (💚)

Darling

Sweet Pea

Paul

Princess

Honey Bee (💙)

Babe

Mama

Buttercup

Marko

Angel

Dove

Birdy (🧡)

Chica

Bella

Michael

Babycakes

Sweetheart

Cutie

Peach

Pudding (❤️)

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb headcanons #headcanon #hc #pet names #the lost boys x you

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lilxmoo · 2 months ago

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Pets I think Squad 312 would have, but it's very specific

Tyler - The obvious choice is a golden retriever, but I think he would love and own a pitbull/staffy. Her name is Luna, (he's not a creative guy) and even though she looks scary, she's an absolute baby who loves being cradled. She sits on his chest as much as she can, and even though Tyler originally wanted to train her to do tricks, the best she's got is sit and shake. Has the biggest baby eyes that can make Ty do anything 🥺 It's not uncommon to hear Tyler say; "Luna, jump. Luna, Lu- that's not - naw, you can have a treat for being cute :("

Scarlett - she's really not much of an animal gal, but she found the tiiiniest little kitten on the street one day that latched onto her, and she never let her go. Y'know the type, the little ones that put their whole body into meowing and it's just a tiny squeak. Its a little white cat, and she named it Bae <3 absolutely pampers the little thing with treats and a massive cat climbing thing in her room that the lil thing can't even get up 💕 she combs Bae's hair often, and both of them love it. Especially when Scarlett is gossiping with Auri or Fin while doing so. She carries Bae in her purse everywhere she goes, like a scifi equivalent of the 2000's poodle.

Cat - a bird, (obviously) but specifically a parrot. She probably got it through some drunk deal at a pub one night, and figured, eh, it has wings, may as well keep it. She named him Raptor (she was sixteen and edgy), and Raptor is a MENACE. Bites fingers until they bleed, screams as loud as possible at the most inconvenient times and pisses on your shoulder. But it's worth it in Cat's eyes, because he listens to her and she taught him to say cuss words. She says that he calls everyone a motherfucker because of whoever owned him last, but everyone knows the truth.

Finian - He's a frog guy. He is SUCH a frog guy. Dariel has fish, Fin has frogs. Like Scarlett, he's not one for animals, but mainly because he doesn't like animals that are less....animal. Anything with fur, for example. (Cuz Gremps, etc) If it can learn to open a door, that's already a bit weird for him. However, little slimy things are ok with him. He has five little frogs named Ian, Keith, Andrew, Graham, and David. (He thought it was funny) They're all small and adorable, and quite frankly have very little behind the eyes. Anything more high- maintenance is very inconvenient for him, so his little office things are perfect. However, Bae has a very soft spot in his heart.

Aurora - Rabbit!!!! She has the cutest little bunny that Kal gave her for her birthday after discovering how much she loves them, and she ADORES her little fluffball. His name is Merlin, a little white ball of poof who Auri squeals over almost every day. He has a massive cage, decorated to the nine, but he's almost never in there because Auri is holding him so often. So often, in fact, she forgets he's there sometimes, going to pick something else up on instinct, where Kal will immediately pick up Merlin in replacement. It's a system. She has a pale purple leash for him and everything 😭 (shes so cute djsjsjsnskanajxfja

Zila - Every animal shes ever had is a science experiment 💀 however, Nari has a little sausage dog named Diddles, and since Nari loves Diddles, Zila ....tolerates Diddles. He gives her a MEAN stink eye, and she will respond fully conversationally. Nari will be like, "Yay you're both getting along! :D" and as soon as she leaves, Diddles will look Zila dead in the eye until she starts yapping about the tax bracket to him, silent passive-aggressive energy being thrown between the two.

Kal - Listen, Aurora is so infatuated with Merlin, there's no room for any more animals between them. However, Kal really likes animals in general, and there's a farm of Yeins near their house on New Syldra - they're the equivalent of Horses, but more dragon-like. He loves spending days there when Auri is busy, and volunteers there often when he can. There's one particular Yein named Kirai who is his favorite, and she's a gentle thing who likes to play cheeky tricks on him, like hiding the buckets 🥺 I can see him taking care of most animals, honestly, and is more than happy to babysit any of the Squad's pets when needed. He also has plenty of plants :)

#Saedii also canonically has her Drakkan #literally just a more dangerous version of Kal #they're all so cute #I may or may not have been spending time with my dog #So I got inspired #aurora rising #the aurora cycle #aurora cycle #kaliis gilwraeth #tyler jones #scarlett jones #finian de karran de seel #zila madran #cat brannock #aurora's end #aurora burning

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wereprinxe · 4 months ago

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I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE TUMBLR ANSWER FOR MY REDACTED OCS INBOX QUESTION AND IM SO SORRY FOR THAT. I KNOW WHO R U WERE ASKER @vind3miat0r

BUT UH YEAH HERE THOSE ARE MY REDACTED OCS

I got ton of them as you see. So here are some I worked on the most: Edge, Natal, Alioth, Bliss. Also Elaine and Jakub!

Edge (xe/he/they) (real name: Cahya Rifai) is a Graviton Energetic, who used to be an antagonist towards FL, due to his once existing friendship with Kody. Xe used to be an asshole to them at first, because of Kody's lies, gaslight and manipulation. After being confronted, FL also learned that he is a Bridging victim as well and tell him the actual truth. When xe learn that, xe confronts Kody and after an argument and potential fight(?), xe ends the friendship and apologizes to FL, like ton of times, even after FL says they forgave him.

Edge is an omnisexual (w male pref.) polyamory demiboy, who looks like a jerk, but is actually just a big space and car nerd with anxiety and autism. And Edge is actually taken as well! He is in a relation with my partner's oc, who is an air elemental, my friend's freelancer healer oc and Alioth, my incubus oc! Xe also has a pet kitten, calling her Miss Angelica.

MORE OCS HERE

(Also side note, Natal actually had two last names, but the first one was crossed from documents, as he never wanted to be refered as.)

Natal Shaw (18) (used to be Costales) (he/him) is a humanborn (cis male, gay asexual) werewolf, that was abused and ran away from home when he was 14. Homeless until 17, where he got imprisoned by D.U.M.P. for breaking covert by recording videos of magical abilities and inversion (from the outside, he was a witness only) and uploading them on the internet. As he wasn't trained to even shift properly without hurting himself, David was sent to the D.U.M.P. to teach him and take care of him, until he is capable of doing it himself (or when he is 18). These two had a very rocky start, as Natal was very mean and an asshole to everyone. David, Asher, Milo, the listeners, . love. After like a year, Angel and David adopted Natal as their own kid and he became a part of the family, changing his name.

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Alioth, named after a star in Ursa Majora, is a young (25), incubus (bigender queer) (he/she) (younger than Gavin), who is very into fashion, works at Build-a-Bear in a human disguise and is very preppy (I'd say). He is also one of Edge's boyfriends (also is also dating mentioned air elemental and freelancer healer, even before Edge was part of their polyamory!!)

Alioth is very talented at shapeshifting magic, unfortunately to the point he becomes obsessed with changing himself to please everyone so much he lost his sense of identity once, which terrified Gavin, who then left. Alioth used to be a big fan of Gavin's, following him everywhere, asking him questions, throwing compliments, etc., while Gavin wasn't very much into that HAHSHjdjsns. After they reunite, they have some unstable friendship, arguments, blah blah blah, they apologize to each other, learn about boundaries around shapeshifting and become actual friends! Yay! Unfortunately, Alioth still suffers from losing control over shapeshifting, HEHE.

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Bliss Killian (18) (any prns) (pangender pansexual) is an energetic freelancer, who is so positive (and people pleasing) its actually toxic and currently, he is learning to deal with depression, while coping and regulate their emotions in a healthier way. They actually go to a different academy, which is stricter than D.A.M.N. and they have issues with their energetic powers, as it feels like they're not listening to him and they do whatever they want. Their mom was an asshole and deceased, they dont know their dad, they broke up with their ex (friend's werewolf oc, same age as Bliss and Natal.) who they still love, it's wild for them HSHSJS.

#redacted verse #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted oc #redacted ocs #redacted graviton energetic #redacted werewolves #redacted incubus #redacted demons #redacted freelancers #jaxaskbox #wereprinxe_ocs

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cashandprizes · 3 months ago

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Last Night I Found You (Wet)

Aether's Kinktober 2024 Day One | Angel/David | Knotting

CWs: NOT SAFE FOR TUMBLR/MINORS; Older! David who teaches at DAMN and runs the business side of Shaw Security x Transmasc!Angel; age gap (David is mid-to-late 40s and Angel is 19); chastity; pet play; safe-word usage; knotting; squirting; my best attempts at aftercare; Angel is fat and that matters to ME; Mexican David and Angel as told by @angelicaether and their propoganda

Credit to @/cafekitsune for the banner

Cross-posted to AO3.

There is a certain clarity that one can achieve seven days into chastity that opens the mind to connections not previously pieced together. Having spent so much time thinking about how badly he wants to orgasm and can't, Angel is completely aware of how he ended up here.

"You make that constipated face every time I call you Davey," Angel pointed out, biting into an apple with a grin. David, who had paused lacing his shoes in the doorway, pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily.

"Because my name isn't 'Davey', Angel; it's David." David finished tying his shoes and stood, fixing Angel with an exasperated yet undeniably fond look.

"Well, I need some kind of nickname for you," Angel reasoned, turning on the couch to face David. "And with you calling me Angel and all, it only feels fair that I have a special name for you too." Angel cocked their head to the side and tapped their chin as if in thought. "Snuggle bug?"

"No."

"Schnookums?"

"Absolutely not."

"Pooh Bear?"

"Angel."

"Daddy?" Angel paused, lips starting to form another ridiculous pet name but halting at the clear silence. David stood stock still, a red flush creeping up his neck and onto his face.

"Wait- really? Daddy?" Angel laughed quietly, mostly out of shock. "The big bad alpha wolf has a daddy kink?"

"Angel, you- stop saying that." David covered his face, groaning into his hands. Angel laughed again, charmed by his genuine reaction - especially the one tenting his gym shorts.

"How can I stop when you clearly like it, Daddy?" Angel sang, dropping their apple onto the coffee table and popping off the couch to reach David. "Especially when I can see how much… Daddy." Angel gripped David through his shorts, lightly pumping his thick cock through the fabric.

"You're never going to let this go, are you?" David sounded completely defeated, muttering into his hands and thrusting into Angel's fist.

"Nope," Angel replied cheekily. "Guess you'll just have to do a home workout today, huh?" Angel screeched as David hoisted him over his shoulder, kicking off his shoes and charging through the house. "You can grumble all you want, but you and I both know fucking me is your favorite workout, Daddy~!"

Once again, Angel had come face to face with a monster of their own making - his insatiable, bratty libido.

Angel shifted in his seat, feeling the cool metal of the chastity belt grinding unsatisfyingly against his pubic bone. Here he was, thinking about the orgasms he couldn't have because he'd foolishly referred to David as Daddy and sent their relationship down a high protocol vein that ended with him in the current moment desperate but unable to come.

Angel grinds against David’s shin, wriggling for relief that doesn’t arrive. “Daddy, you have to let me out.” His face is screwed into his cutest pout, complete with teary eyes - not hard to produce when your body feels like it’s on fire with the sheer need to orgasm so hard your brain leaks out of your ears.

“Angel, you wanted to do Locktober and prove how good you could be for Daddy,” David chides, voice mild as if unaffected by Angel’s suffering. “We’re only seven days in, kitten. How are you going to make it through the rest of the month like this?”

Angel groans at the thought, three and a half more weeks of torture. Already, Angel feels like he’s climbing the walls out of sheer horniness. Angel had blown him that morning to the point of making David pop a knot in hopes that watching David come would take the edge off; instead he’d only been able to remember how delicious that knot felt when stuffed inside him and felt like he was descending further into madness. “Daddy, I can’t stop thinking about coming,” Angel whines, burying his face between David’s thighs and making eye contact with David’s growing cock through his slacks. “I can’t focus on anything m, and I tried to deepthroat my banana at lunch today and cried when my friend noticed. I’m delirious, I need to come, please, Daddy.”

“Oh, you beg so pretty Angel,” David praises, scratching his nails across Angel’s scalp. “But we agreed to 31 days. You’ll just have to be patient.” Angel whines louder, grinding his face against David’s denim-covered cock and salivating at the smell. “You can be patient for Daddy, can’t you?”

Angel whimpers, grinding the metal of the chastity belt against David’s leg faster with no relief. “Daddy, I can’t- I can’t keep going. I’m going crazy, I can’t do any work like this.” David soothingly cards his fingers through Angel’s hair, driving Angel more desperately against his shin.

“What is Daddy going to do with you, kitten? I’m starting to wonder if you’re part incubus, unable to do anything but think about sex all day.” David loosely fists his hand in Angel’s hair and tugs until Angel’s hazy eyes meet his own. “You can’t go an hour without thinking about me stuffing your cute little holes full of cum, can you?”

Angel sticks his tongue out, letting drool pool on his tongue to drip onto David’s jeans beneath him. “More than once an hour , Daddy,” Angel slurs, looking up at David with half-lidded eyes. “Every five minutes, I think about how badly I want Daddy to hold me down and fuck me until my brain shorts out.”

David breathes hard through his nose, tightening his grip on Angel’s scalp. “Open wide, Angel,” David commands, tilting Angel’s head back further. Angel follows his directions with no issue, a marvel in and of itself, stretching his lips into a glossy, lewd O. David spits into his mouth, watching Angel shudder but otherwise remain still as David lets the saliva pooling on his tongue drip into their mouth. “Swallow, good boy,” David growls, watching Angel’s throat work and his pink tongue pop back out. “God, my slutty little kitten can’t go five minutes without thinking about Daddy breeding his needy pussy, can he? You were made to be brainless on my cock, weren’t you?”

“Made for it,” Angel echoes, fisting his hands in the fabric of David’s pants. “Please let me have it, Daddy. Please let me out; I don’t know if I can keep going.” David looks thoughtful, releasing Angel’s hair and cupping his face softly.

“Do you need to safeword, Angel? I’m not going to be disappointed if you’re at your limit kitten. You’ve already done so well for me.” Angel feels tears prick in his eyes, nodding and pressing into David’s hand. “Say the word, Angel, and I’ll take it off with no consequences.”

“Truck, please,” Angel whimpers, tears spilling over when David easily hauls him up into his lap and presses their foreheads together. “I want it off, please, Davey.” David rips the chain holding the key from his neck and shoves Angel’s boxers down in a quick move. He whispers mindless praise into Angel’s ears as he carefully unlocks the device, sliding it off of Angel’s hips and tossing it carelessly to the floor.

“Good boy, Angel, such a good boy telling me your limit,” David whispers, wrestling his own shirt off so he can press their bare chests together. “You’ve been so obedient for me, Angel. You make me so fuckin’ proud, and I’m so damn lucky to have you in my life, beautiful boy.” Angel stifles a sob in David’s chest, equal parts relief, validation, and anticipation. “You made it seven whole days for me. You did amazing. You endured so much and told me when you had enough; you’re so good for me, Angel.”

Angel sniffles, settling as David wraps his arms around him and squeezes with just the right amount of pressure. “You’re not mad at me for using my safeword,” Angel asks nervously, playing with the waist of David’s pants.

“Never, Angel. I will never be upset with you for setting boundaries with me like this,” David murmurs into his hair, tilting Angel’s head up to make soft eye contact. “You did the right thing, and I’m so proud of you Angel. Thank you for trusting me with your body.”

Angel giggles a bit, knocking their foreheads together lightly. “Well, I like it when Daddy’s in control of my body, but I think I like it more when that means multiple orgasms as opposed to none.” David chuckles, gliding his nose down Angel’s cheek until their lips meet.

“Of course you do, you absolute menace. If you had it your way, we’d spend all day in bed fucking just to do it all over again the next day.” Angel grins, blinking away the last of the tears and kisses him again.

“That could be us if it weren’t for late-stage capitalism, Davey.” Angel swipes his hands across his cheeks, looking rosy, flushed, and most importantly, up to no good as per usual. “My ancestors would want me to be well fucked every day, you know. You should make that happen.”

David nips at Angel’s mouth, failing to suppress the growl that builds in his chest. The thought of keeping Angel plugged on his knot for hours, wrapped up in his arms with a swollen t-dick - Angel knows exactly how wild it drives his wolf. “I see you’re feeling more like yourself,” he breathes against Angel’s soft lips. Angel spreads his thighs, straddling David properly so he can grind himself across David’s re-hardening cock. “I’m assuming you’d like to start making up for lost time, if the wet spot on my pants is any indication, hm?” Angel nods vigorously, already leaving wet kisses across David’s jaw and down his neck.

David reaches down where Angel is hot and leaking, sliding his fingers through the slickness and circling his t-dick with light strokes. Angel whimpers immediately, curling in on himself at the immediately oversensitivity. "Daddy, I'm gonna come so fast," Angel moans, catching his fingers in David's hair and tugging. "Please don't stop, god; don't stop Daddy."

“You’ve been so good for Daddy, haven’t you kitten?” Angel mewls in response, sinking his teeth into David’s pectorals and rocking his hips into long fingers framing his t-dick. “I need to spoil you for being so good, don’t I? How many orgasms do you think you’ve earned Angel?” David grazes sharp canines over Angel’s ear and places a soft kiss at his temple.

“So many, Daddy. I was so- so good- oh right there-” Angel moans, working his hips in a frenzy as his stomach flutters and tenses. “‘M gonna come already, Daddy - please let me come!” Angel shudders hard, nails dragging down David’s scalp to leave raised lines down his shoulders. “I can’t- can’t hold it, please let me come I wanna be good please-” Angel is cut off by David removing his fingers, a high and instinctive whine leaving his throat.

David grabs Angel’s hips with both hands, digging his fingers into the soft flesh and pulling until Angel has to fall back on his elbows to catch himself. David arranges Angel’s legs over his shoulders and buries his face in David’s slick-soaked pussy as Angel struggles for balance and nearly brains himself on David’s knee. “David, what the- oh fuck, Daddy-” Angel starts but never finishes as David licks a slow, wet line from the top of his t-dick to his leaking hole. David lets out a low growl that reverberates down his tongue and right into Angel’s cunt, forcing a messy gush of slick to smear across his full lips.

“Fuck, I missed the way you taste right here, Angel,” David groans, burying the length of his tongue inside Angel and bumping his nose against Angel’s throbbing and swollen t-dick. He spears his tongue and slurps, making lewd sounds as he eats Angel right up to the edge of a long-awaited orgasm. “Love how messy you get just for me, kitten.” David sighs like he’s coming home and drags his tongue over Angel’s t-dick with slow, hard flicks. “Love when you soak my beard so I can’t stop smelling my sweet little pussy cat.”

Angel whimpers, digging their fingers into the comforter beneath them and arching into David’s mouth. David grabs two fistfuls of Angel’s ass and uses it to keep him stable as he fastens his mouth around Angel’s engorged t-dick and sucks hard. Angel has a split second’s worth of air to yelp before his impending orgasm locks him into place. “Come for me, Angel,” David murmurs right on time as Angel clenches so hard his body goes rigid in a deep arch and he comes into David’s waiting mouth.

“Jesus- fuck-” Angel whispers, eyes rolling back. David doesn’t let up, continuing to suck hard and flick the underside of his t-dick until Angel isn’t sure if he’s coming again or if the first one never ended. “Daddy, Daddy,” Angel slurs as his shoulders slump back onto the bed, “Need it inside, in me- please?”

“You beg so fucking pretty, Angel,” David groans, manhandling Angel until he’s bent over the arm of the sofa with his ass in the air. David manages to get his belt open and his pants down mid-thigh before he decides dry cleaning exists for a reason and slides his cock through Angel’s mess. “Like I can deny how badly I want to be buried in this pussy, kitten.” David brings a big hand down on the inside of Angel’s thigh, swatting until Angel arches his back and spreads his legs wider. “Let Daddy see, kitten. I’ll make it all better.”

Angel wiggles his ass enticingly, prompting David to leave a nice red handprint on the fattest part just because he can. He lines his cock up with Angel’s pussy, barely nudging into the tight squeeze. “Please daddy, please stretch me out,” Angel begs, trying to rock backwards until David grabs his hips in a firm grip to hold them still. David’s fingers dig into heated flesh that spills between his fingers hard enough to bruise as he savors the view after a week of blowjobs and quick thigh fucking while Angel was in chastity.

Angel starts to complain at the slow pressure, but then David drags Angel’s hips back as he pushes in until he sinks to the hilt in one long thrust. “Fuck- yes-” Angel squeaks, clinging to the couch as David sets a brutal pace of nailing his g-spot on every thrust until all Angel can do is scream. “Yes, yes, yesyesyesy-” Angel gasps and flails, the clear sign of the kind of orgasm that David can’t help but like the most out of his small, squealing mate. David hunches over so he can plaster his sweaty chest to Angel’s back and squeeze a hand under Angel to stroke his t-dick hard and fast. “Daddy- ‘s gonna come out, ‘m gonna squirt- oh- C-hrist-!”

David strokes in time with his thrusts, grinding down with his fingers and up with his hips until Angel wails. Angel claws at the couch, caught between David’s fingers and his cock and overwhelmed with so much sensation. “That’s it, make a mess on my fingers Angel.” Angel chokes out a faint “Daddy-” and flails again, so hard David has to wrap an arm around his waist to keep him from throwing them both off the couch. “Good boy, come for me,” David growls, grinding his fingers against Angel’s t-dick until Angel squirts in several short bursts.

Angel sobs, eyes rolling back in his head as he gushes onto David’s hand and the comforter beneath them. “Just like that,” David growls, fitting his teeth into the junction of Angel’s neck and shoulder. “One more, Angel, give me- one- more-” David gasps, feeling his knot starting to inflate as Angel holds his cock in a chokehold. “You want this knot, don’t you kitten?”

Angel whines, too strung out on pleasure to do anything but fuck back onto David’s cock as an answer. David keeps the pressure of his fingers constant, pinching and pulling at Angel’s t-dick as he takes his own pleasure with his still spasming pussy. “You gonna be a good boy and take it for me?” Angel whimpers, reaching down to lace his fingers with David’s over his belly where he can feel David hitting his cervix with every thrust.

Teeth buried in Angel’s shoulder, David feels the growl start in the center of his chest and rumble out into their skin as his knot starts to catch on Angel’s puffy and abused rim. He shifts from thrusting to grinding, feeling his knot expand until he can hardly move. “Daddy- Alpha-” Angel whines, knowing just how to push him over the edge. David bites down hard enough to draw blood, canines lengthening and nails sharpening into claws as his balls finally draw up and the first jet of cum leaves his cock. They howl together, Angel from the overstimulation and one last orgasm and David from the sheer pleasure of his mate milking his knot.

Time blurs, as it often does when David knots his mate doggy style with his face buried in the nearest surface. David comes back to himself licking the wound he left on Angel’s shoulder with healing magic on his tongue as his balls give a few valiant, last twitches. Angel’s breathing is soft, his mate clearly dozing lightly in his arms. At some point he must have flipped them onto their sides and pulled his mate close, the instinctual urge to protect his mate from his hindbrain taking over.

“Angel,” David brushes his lips across Angel’s ear, drawing a soft noise from his mate. He rubs their entangled hands across Angel’s stomach, feeling Angel squeeze his fingers and reach his other hand back to scratch across David’s scalp. “How are you feeling, Angel? Was that- too much?” Angel hums dreamily, dragging his hand down to cup David’s cheek and patting it a few times.

“Fucked stupid,” Angel hums, dropping his arm and sighing contently. “I don’t think I can feel my legs,” he slurs, cuddling back into David’s warmth.

“Good kind of can’t feel them?” Angel hums in agreement, tilting his head to the side to receive soft kisses down the column of his throat. “Good, so good for me Angel,” he whispers, peppering kisses across his jaw and his temples. “I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my life, Angel. You did so well, using your safeword and being good for me, kitten.” Angel preens and stretches, allowing David’s soft cock to slip out followed by a slow trickle of cum.

“I guess I’m not opposed to doing this again,” Angel admits, twisting at the waist to kiss David squarely on the mouth. David holds Angel’s chin to deepen the kiss, soft and intimate with the taste of Angel’s cum still on David’s tongue.

“So, does that mean you’re ready to put this back on tomorrow morning, Angel?” David teases, helping Angel turn so their chests are pressed together. David gently traces the scars across Angel’s chest as Angel hums thoughtfully.

“Only if Daddy leaves work early on Friday, and we go to your cabin so you can hunt me,” Angel decides, the cheeky smile on their face betraying that he doesn’t think David will agree.

“I’ll text Ash tomorrow and have the cleaning crew come through this week then,” David responds with a wolfish grin, grabbing Angel’s thighs so he can hoist him off the couch and over his shoulder as he makes for the stairs. “Guess you’ll have to get all those orgasms out of your system tonight, kitten. It’s gonna be a long week.”

#speed run #redacted #angelicaether #aether's kinktober 2024 #mdni

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pinkamour1588 · 4 months ago

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WIP Wednesday

I really gotta make a header for this stuff.

Tagged by the lovely @thighzp

Someone on the brownstone server, in a slightly roundabout way, gave me the idea of Alex and Henry having a pet named Cream Cheese (cause, you know, they live in NYC and have a beagle...beagle and cream cheese...) Anyway, that devolved into me having the fic idea of them acquiring cats through the cat distribution system.

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On the fourth day, he was woken not by his alarm, but by a familiar hand shaking his shoulder.

“Hi…” Alex mumbled, not even opening his eyes.

“Hi. Why is there a box of kittens in our shower?” Henry asked.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, David found them outside a few days ago.”

“And why are they in our shower?”

Alex blinked his eyes open to look at Henry, who was kneeling next to him on the bed. “Waited for their mom but she didn’t come back,” he answered as if that explained it all.

“So now they’re in our shower?”

“Yeah. Called a few rescues but no one could take them.” He shrugged.

“And you didn’t think this was important to mention before I came home?”

“Must’ve slipped my mind.”

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Quick side note: In real life, don't bring an animal into the household without everyone agreeing to it. Everyone should consent to having a new animal in the household, regardless of how they come into the household. In this scenario, Alex knew it was highly unlikely Henry would be angry, and rather that Henry would just be confused but fine with it.

Tagging...idk. Wednesday is almost over and I just remembered to share this.

#wip wednesday #firstprince #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfic #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex x henry #alex and henry #alex/henry

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You’ve got me absolutely melting for David!!

How about him and something with edging, because he’s an asshole who would def love your needy frustration🥴

flesh for fantasy.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. | david (the lost boys) x fem!reader.

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓. | one-shot — requested.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. | 8.3K (not sorry!)

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. | SMUT! (mdni), vampire antics, gore/violence (people die), very mild seduction/hypnosis, edging, rough sex (david is not gentle at all), missionary and from behind, biting, bloodplay (he’s a vampire), choking, hair-pulling, david is mean, blowjob, cunnilingus, dirty talk, pet names (kitten, sweetheart), clothes ripping, fingering, teasing, david is extremely possessive, begging, crying, etc. this fic is nasty & david is an asshole

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. | w h e w — here we are AGAIN. I promise that there will be a marko fic guys !!! I have so many lost boys projects going rn that the content is endless at this point! thank you so much for your support, requests, love, etc. I literally adore y’all so much you don’t understand :)) hope you guys enjoy!

David had become a fever that you couldn’t sweat out — your pale-headed, blue-eyed infatuation. Even in your moments spent alone, his voice rang within your head, echoing like the lull of a siren. His sly laughter, his smirk — they were embedded into your brain. It was almost like some fog had come over you, and he was the only thing on your mind, the only thing that you were permitted to think about.

After that night spent within the darkness of the boardwalk’s endless carnival, he wanted you to meet him at the beach, shrouded by the cover of dusk. It had become easier to fib to your mother about where you were going at night — it was always a rotation of excuses. Friends, a beach concert, or another group hangout.

Frilly, pastel-yellow fabric clung to your frame, a sundress that billowed in the cool, night breeze of Santa Carla. It was covered in a ditsy floral pattern, something sweet and a little innocuous. The boardwalk was always congested, crowded with waves of people that swarmed you wherever you went.

You hadn’t pinpointed exactly where you were supposed to meet David, so you joined the massive herd of people that were partying around the current concert. The noisy thrum of rock music floated through the air, and you blended in seamlessly with the rest of the crowd. He would find you eventually — he always did.

Even through the midst of music, you could still hear David, always buried somewhere within the recesses of your mind. You had no idea how you’d become so enamored with him and so quickly, but you didn’t want to go against the grain and fight your feelings. He was naturally charming and enticing — you assumed that you were just smitten and awestruck.

Someone bumped into you, prompting you to shift elsewhere, toward a wooden ledge that seemed less populated. You watched the concert with idle interest, flesh erupting with goosebumps as a gloved hand grabbed at your waist. You shivered, whirling around to find David’s smirking countenance.

He was close, wedged behind you with a devious grin, pressing a brief kiss against your neck. “Found you.” He chuckled, circling you like a predator would prey as he searched for your hand. “Were you hiding from me?” David inquired, wanting to tease you a little bit. You were always so flustered and smitten — it was difficult not to find enjoyment in it.

Your lips parted, skin crawling with heat as it licked across the column of your spine. As David took your hand, he began to lead you from the crowd and into the unoccupied, sandy shores. There was a spacious staircase that led back up from the boardwalk and a terrace above.

“Never,” You protested, and that was enough to earn you a laugh from David. It was ominous and enticing, like the encroaching darkness — your curiosity was insatiable. You followed him as if you were in a trance, spotting the pack of ragtag motorcycles and the boys you’d encountered before. “Where are we going?”

David stopped midway atop the steps, guiding you forward until you were pressed against him. Your scent invaded his senses, thick and saccharine as that familiar pang of thirst scratched within his throat. He towered over you, brushing his thumb along the curve of your jawline. “Somewhere special.”

A brief laugh escaped you — he was going to keep you in the dark until you arrived. “Okay,” You hummed, gaze glued to his features as he playfully squeezed at your hip. His touch was incendiary, and you wanted to feel him anywhere and everywhere. “No hints?” You asked, listening to his sly chuckling.

“Not this time, sweetheart.” David mused, briefly nipping at your lower lip before coaxing you up the stairs again. You followed, rounding the grated bannister as he released your hand. The pack of boys were all waiting on their bikes, and the one you’d spoken to before, Paul, winked and waved at you.

You hesitated, poised along the edge of the walkway as David sauntered toward his bike, a dust-laden Triumph, taking a seat atop the vehicle as he revved the engine to life. He then peered toward you, expectant and unusually patient. Those crystalline, pale eyes shamelessly roamed across your body, drinking in the look of you in that sundress.

“Are you coming?” David asked, gesturing toward the empty space behind him. Even from the few feet of distance between you both, he listened to the excited, erratic beating of your heart. His lips twitched into a smirk, knowing that you’d go with him anyway.

“Not yet, she’s not.” Paul guffawed, releasing a series of wolfish whistles and howls. The other curly-headed blonde laughed along with him as the two smacked at one another.

David’s gaze narrowed slightly, but this sort of crass behavior was to be expected. He’d keep you safe. Finally, he extended his hand towards you, head cocked to one side. He was silent, enticing you through eyes and expression alone. Part of him wanted to utilize persuasion, but he thoroughly enjoyed whenever you chose him of your own free will.

The desire to leave the boardwalk behind for a night to spend it with David was much too tantalizing to ignore. Your feet shuffled forward, and you finally reached him, taking a hold of his hand. “I’ve never ridden one of these before.” You were a little concerned — motorcycles weren’t exactly the safest option.

Wordlessly, David coaxed you onto the seat behind him, craning to look over his shoulder at you. “Just hold on tight, kitten. I won’t let you fall.” He sneered, and to add fuel to the fire, he tilted backward, mouth sloppily landing against your plush, sweet lips. That devilish grin appeared again, prompting you to wrap your arms around his midsection.

As the bikes roared to life, David made sure that you were clinging on before spinning around within the patch of sand, making it fly across the boardwalk. He revved the engine, signaling for the rest to follow as they flew down a set of stairs, making you gasp and rock forward. David sped out onto the stretch of open beach, laughing and howling.

You hadn’t seen him like this — wild and carefree, screaming into the dead of night. David was often calculating and methodical, but you enjoyed seeing this other side of him, this primal, unrestrained edge he now possessed. The more he drove, the more comfortable you became, leaning up to get a better look of your surroundings.

As he drove toward the pier, you gasped, fingers twisting into his coat as he went straight through the wooden rafters underneath. Dangerous and daunting — but that pang of fear inevitably dissipated into excitement and sheer exhilaration. You glanced over your shoulder, watching the other boys close in behind you.

Santa Carla’s shoreline inevitably stretched into cliffsides and a wilderness of cypress trees and dirt, which is where David veered off into. Paul playfully wove his bike a little closer to you, letting out a series of whistles before David inevitably got bored of his antics, applying a barrage of pressure on the gas.

The night sky was uninhibited by clouds — it was endlessly clear, marked by a smattering of millions of stars and the silvery glow of a full moon. Forest dwindled the closer you got toward Hudson’s Bluff, waves crashing against the rock. Along the small patch of shoreline near the old lighthouse, there was a group of people partying around a small bonfire.

“Hold on.” David cautioned, swinging his bike around as he drove down a steeper incline. The bluff had an old, rocky dirt path that climbed down to the mouth of a cavern at the very bottom. It was surrounded by a mess of ‘DO NOT ENTER’ signs, barricades, and old paneling, now rotted from the ocean’s encroaching tides.

You rocked forward, colliding with his back as he made it towards the very bottom. It was a relatively wide patch of dirt and rock, where the rest of the pack promptly parked their motorcycles, draping tarps over them. The group surrounding the bonfire didn’t seem to pay any of you much attention at all.

David helped you off of the bike, grasping ahold of your hand as he motioned toward the dark entrance of the cave. The rest of the boys began to whoop and laugh as they barreled down the path inside of the cavern, torchlight diminishing as it left you and David alone outside of the cave.

He was bathed in moonlight — flesh unnaturally pale, eyes vibrant, hair turned to tresses of silver. His musculature pressed into your side, gloved palm calmly cupping your cheek. “Come with me,” He murmured, lips ghosting above the shell of your ear. “Be with me.” David’s voice had become sultry, and it almost held some sway and power over you.

A shudder rattled the length of your spine, goosebumps following suit as they coalesced across your body. David gingerly turned your face, forcing you to look up at him as he stroked his thumb against your chin. “Of course, David.” You were intrigued by what awaited you within that cave — you assumed that it was their hangout, a place to simply exist.

With a sly chuckle, he led you into the shadowed maw of the cavern, and you were launched into a place unlike any other. Dim torchlight illuminated your path as David coaxed you into their lair, where moonlight pooled onto a massive, stone fountain in the very center. It looked old — the architecture was dilapidated and crumbling, but it was all decorated with whatever they enjoyed.

Paul made himself at home, perched atop the edge of the fountain as Dwayne climbed up toward a nook carved into the rock, retrieving a case of what appeared to be alcohol. Marko came up to David, murmuring something in secrecy. Both pairs of eyes momentarily darted toward you, until David’s lips twitched into a smirk.

Marko gestured towards Paul, and the pair exited the cave, laughing and howling their way back out into the cool, oceanic dusk. You wondered what that was all about, but decided not to question it as David motioned to your newfound surroundings.

“This was the hottest resort in Santa Carla about eighty-five years ago,” David released your hand, idly sauntering around the central fountain as he prodded at the dangling fixtures of shells and bone. “They built it right along the faultline, and once the ground opened up?” He trailed off, rounding the stone until he made his way back to you. “Swallowed it whole. Now, it’s ours.”

You were intimately familiar with Santa Carla, but not enough to fully comprehend the immense amount of history lying around. You leaned over, sweeping your fingertips against the massive chandelier, rotting away within the basin of cave water. A wad of cobwebs stuck to your hand.

“It’s pretty. There’s so much to see here, too.” You chimed, peering toward the cavernous roof of the cave, where slats of moonlight pooled through, right into the center. “Where did the others go?” It was odd that they’d left so soon after just arriving.

David chuckled, knowing the gravity of the situation that you would soon find yourself caught within. If you weren’t exposed to them now, it would become increasingly difficult for him to suppress what he really was. “They went to get dinner.” He stated, which, in some twisted sense, was the truth.

With a brief laugh, you decided to pass off David’s statement as humorous, studying the intricate details of their home-away-from-home. You noticed the dangling sculptures made of animal bone, seashells, and various pieces of sea-glass. A massive banner of Jim Morrison hung on one of the rocky walls, another of Motley Crüe.

Vulnerability seeped from every pore, and David knew that he would have you — soon enough. He followed closely behind you, letting you explore as you pleased, wandering about the cave. You felt his hand press against the small of your back, gloved digits idly massaging into your curves, easy to feel beneath your sundress.

As you stepped toward a collection of chairs, you noticed one with a very high back, made of mahogany and velveteen cushions, layered in a fine sheen of dust. David moved around you, sitting down with a huff in that seat, head cocked to one side. “Don’t be shy.” He uttered, patting his thigh with a gloved palm.

Heat swept through you, crawling across your flesh as you hesitantly wandered toward David. You were a little nervous, considering that the boys were around, but he seemed entirely unbothered by this. He was smirking at you, patiently waiting until you lowered yourself into his lap, feeling him anchor an arm around your hips.

Your scent was intoxicating — heavy and warm, like the innocence of springtime. David absentmindedly licked his lower lip as he played a dangerous game, leaning in to press a kiss against your bare shoulder. Teeth momentarily grazed flesh, causing you to shudder as you made yourself comfortable.

Sounds of rancor and laughter reverberated throughout the cavern, prompting you to glance up at the rocky incline. Marko and Paul returned with two strangers — a younger couple who seemed intrigued by their surroundings.

Confusion flickered across your features, but you let it subside, assuming that they wanted to make it a party of-sorts. David held you close, practically pinning you against him as he idly caressed along your supple curves. He knew what was about to happen — your terror would come to a head.

“Wow! Look at this place, Con!” The girl echoed, hanging onto the arm of her boyfriend. They were your age, if not a little older, oblivious as to what was about to happen. Dwayne hopped down from the nook above, gaze bristling with a thinly-veiled hunger.

“Good choice.” David mused, grin becoming devilish and wrathful as he leaned forward within his chair. “I don’t think our guest will be very hungry. They’re all ours.” He assured, giving your hip a playful pat. He had no intention of turning you — not yet, anyway.

Paul and Marko began to snicker, with Marko cocking his head to one side before he gestured to you. “Off limits?” He’d ask, evoking a rather visceral response from David, whose eyes were akin to frozen pits full of ire and protectiveness.

“Yes.” David quipped, able to taste the bewilderment and confusion that dripped from you. It oozed from your pores — he could smell that surge of nervousness looming about you. It produced a peculiar pheromone that he could detect, something akin to uncertainty. You were something that he had no desire to share.

You belonged to him, now.

With a brief bout of laughter, your brows furrowed together. “Hungry?” You’d ask, unsure of why David was referring to food when there wasn’t a lick of it in-sight. The atmosphere began to shift — instinct and foresight told you to flee, but there you sat, glued to David’s lap like a good little human. He knew you’d stay.

Dwayne let out a thunderous growl, grabbing the man by the collar as he thrust him toward his knees as if he weighed nothing at all. His girlfriend yelped and squeaked, wriggling around as Paul and Marko sprang forward, keeping her restrained.

This felt wrong.

“David, wh — what’s going on?” With a strained tone of voice, it hopped up an octave, laced with fear. Anxiousness swirled within the pit of your stomach, and you shuffled within David’s lap, prompting him to press his digits into the swell of your hip.

You became uneasy, looking to David for something — protest, a command, anything. Instead, he was grinning like a cheshire cat, the apex predator, visage taking on some leer of amusement as he peered toward you. “I told you, sweetheart,” He began, pressing a kiss against your jaw. “Dinner.”

It was as if everything happened all at once, your world beginning to spin so fast that you very nearly fainted, but David was keen on keeping you safe. Dwayne’s hands would rend and tear into the man, razor-sharp incisors suddenly sinking into his jugular.

You watched with shock and horror as Paul and Marko bit into the throat and shoulder of the woman, callously tearing at her flesh, crimson spurting into the open air as it pooled around her clothing. They were laughing, akin to a pack of slavering hyenas as the girl went down into the sand-laden dirt.

Their faces transformed, no longer the boyish visages from before — they were glistening with a sweat-like sheen and wolfish, with eyes like the sun, a liquid-gold adorned in a red ring, like a halo. Fangs protruded from their canines, and the air began to smell pungent, thick with the coppery haze of blood.

You yelped, immediately attempting to scramble off of David’s lap, but he kept you pinned, now fueled with inhuman strength in the presence of prey. That dark, sly laughter of his rang within your mind and throughout the cave, and again, you tried to throw yourself onto the ground. You feared that you would be next.

“Easy, easy,” David purred, grabbing your hips as he crushed your back against his chest. “I’ll keep you safe.” He uttered, and as convincing as it sounded, a sliver of you didn’t want to believe him anymore. Then again, it was solemn — it lacked that coy, cajoling tone from before.

A pair of fangs scraped across your neck, threatening to break the skin, and you realized that it was David. Your throat felt too thick, even if you wanted nothing more than to scream. Finally, he released you, watching as you immediately fled in the opposite direction, sundress snagging on a rock.

David chuckled, gracefully pushing himself out of the chair as he sauntered toward the now-mangled body of the woman. He knew that you wouldn’t be going anywhere — he had very little to worry about. Marko and Dwayne were having their fill of the man, whose body was as limp as a ragdoll, flesh an ashen pallor.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight of David sinking his fangs into the collarbone of the woman, drinking straight from the source as he and Paul drained her life away. You felt lightheaded, on the verge of collapsing as you tried to climb away, only to fall right back down into the dirt.

“David?” You croaked, attempting to push yourself up from the dirt, knees wobbling. The world felt as if it’d been turned upside-down, and you were simply along for the ride, dizzy and delirious. The four were in the midst of feeding, stained with red, glowering at you through the dim light of the cave.

As you stood upright, you began to sway, but before you could collapse and hit the ground, David caught you, mouth drenched in crimson. His tongue lashed across his fangs as he ogled you, letting out another chuckle. With a bow of his head, he kissed you, and you gasped when you tasted that swarming sting of blood.

With a swift and eager tongue, he lapped at the traces of scarlet left behind from his feeding, greedily hauling you in for another lewd, passionate kiss. He was surprised to find that you weren’t recoiling, hapless within his embrace as you let out a shrewd, agonzied whine. Even if what they’d done was terrifying, you still couldn’t keep yourself away from David.

You poor thing — scared to death, trembling within his arms. Without pause, he picked you up, cradling your warm body as he carried you toward his wing of the cave. He could sense that you were on the verge of passing out, and as soon as he’d placed you onto his bed, you fainted.

Be with me.

A strangled gasp tore past your lips as your eyes shot open, swiftly surveying your surroundings. Your heart began to beat erratically, threatening to rip free from your collarbone. David’s voice was still reverberating within your mind — the screams had drowned out from the cave, leaving you with the distant lull of Billy Idol and the cavern’s ambiance.

You were swaddled in a thin shawl, made of white silk and embroidered with silver stitching. The mattress you were strewn across smelled like spiced cigarettes, cologne, and that familiar twang of copper. You traced your fingers across the ages-old, ruffled blanket. Clearly, this bed was barely used.

“You’re awake,” David murmured, perched by the foot of the bed within the blink of an eye. His vampiric features had dwindled, leaving the man you’d become infatuated with standing there, icy hues and all. “I wondered if it would be too much for you.” For a moment, he worried that they’d scared you into a comatose state. “Now you know what we are.”

Admittedly, part of you was enticed and intrigued by what he was. It was hard not to be. “You’re not going to do that to me, are you?” You pondered aloud, shuddering when his countenance contorted into a look of agitation and disdain.

“No,” His voice was sharp, like the edge of a blade. “I’ve never wanted to hurt you, sweetheart. Though,” David’s lips twitched into a faint smirk. “I do enjoy your taste.” He’d tasted your blood on multiple occasions — it was sweeter than anything he’d savored before.

You were his forbidden fruit.

Heat crept through you, and you knew that you shouldn’t have been so calm about this, but it was still David — nothing changed about him. Your feelings certainly hadn’t diminished, either. You felt his gloved palm cup the curve of your jaw, thumb tracing over your cheek. “What — What are you?” You asked.

Your question lacked malice or anything accusatory. In fact, it was nearly a whisper, soft as could be as he pulled you up and against his chest. David chuckled when you shivered in his grasp, especially when he flicked a single digit over the strap of your sundress.

“A creature of the night,” He could smell the sudden pang of arousal that struck between your thighs, savoring that scintillating aroma. It made him want to tear you apart — make you scream for him. “Something that you should be terrified of.” David huffed, holding your chin in-place.

When he touched you, it only made that yearning grow tenfold, opening the way for desire to fester through you like a raging fire. You careened into his embrace, unable to pry yourself away from him. David was dangerous, but he wasn’t terrifying — he was still the same. “It won’t change how I feel.” You mumbled.

David’s eyes became bright, ignited with a sudden fire and glittering desire. “Is that so?” He purred, lips curling into a wolfish grin. “How do you feel, kitten?” His voice was a borderline snarl as he grabbed at your hips, hard enough to leave behind bruise-like imprints.

A soft, stuttering exhale escaped you as you leaned up upon your toes, pressing your lips to his. The gesture was unusually soft, but it swiftly turned into something salacious. David held you tightly, gloved digits beginning to curl into the fabric of your sundress. It was all tongue, teeth, and sheer want as he nipped at your lower lip.

He dragged you with him, using the rocky wall of the cave as his perch, mouth still fixed to yours. He tasted like the bitter bite of copper, something that you would inevitably grow accustomed to. His grip became unnaturally ironclad, clinging to you with a firm grip as he tugged at your dress. A noise skin to stitches being ripped filled the air.

“You don’t mind, do you?” David chuckled, causing your breath to hitch within your throat. With a forceful tug, he rucked your dress into a state of dishevel, ripping one of the thin, cloth straps in the process. A growl emanated from deep within his chest as he stepped back, sinking down into an old, velvet chair.

Goosebumps gathered along the nape of your neck, sending an excitable chill across your flesh as you stood in front of him, between his legs. “I want you,” You whined, desperate for him even after everything you’d witnessed. Did it make you depraved for still desiring him? Sick, perhaps? You weren’t sure. “David, please.”

Precocious, furtive laughter escaped David — he knew exactly what he wanted from you. “I’ve got something you can have, sweetheart.” He uttered, icy hues flickering over your body, shamelessly admiring your curves. That sundress flattered your frame — a shame that he was about to tear it to shreds.

Wordlessly, David coaxed you onto your knees, completely at his mercy as you swallowed the growing lump within your throat. He trailed a hand across your jaw, squeezing on either side as he splayed his legs apart, lounging in the chair with some domineering edge. His lips curled into a devious grin.

You knew what he wanted — it wasn’t hard to tell. With a shiver of anticipation, your hands moved toward his waist, slipping underneath the coat and hem of his sweater. “Aren’t you going to take anything off?” You’d ask, voice innocuous and sweet as you fumbled with his belt, attempting to quell your nerves.

“No,” David mused, watching you with hungry eyes. “You’ll have to use your imagination.” With a liquid-smooth, alluring tone, he let you go at your own pace — which was undeniably sluggish. Your mind was racing, a tangled web of lascivious thoughts that made him sneer.

A soft huff escaped you, but you continued, loosening up those leather pants of his with nimble digits. Nervousness swelled within the pit of your stomach, afraid of disappointing David with your inexperience. A hiccup rippled through your throat as his erection fell against his clothed thigh.

In an attempt to soothe your nerves, David trailed his gloved fingers throughout your tresses, caressing your scalp. “So pretty,” He purred, smirking when he could smell that pang of arousal pooling between your legs. “Go on, kitten.” He encouraged, thumb sweeping over your lower lip.

His hand cradled the base of your skull, strong enough to crush you in one fell swoop if he chose. Instead, those digits idly massaged into your hair, tensing into the formation of a grip as your palm closed around his cock. You stroked him off with a few slower pumps, absentmindedly wetting your lower lip.

David began to read your mind, raking through every thought that manifested. A low growl reverberated from the back of his throat as you opened your mouth, cock flat atop your tongue as you began to suck him off. You were sweet about it — with those doe-like eyes and uncertain hands.

As you bobbed your head back and forth, creating a little rhythm for yourself, David guided you with one hand, the other clutching at the mahogany arm of the chair. It was steadily splintering underneath his ironclad grasp. “Good girl.” He purred, a husky sound escaping him as he pushed his hips forward.

Watching you suck his cock was mesmerizing — in a rather crass way. He exuded control over you, crystalline eyes drinking you in as you hollowed your cheeks with certain strokes, tongue lapping at the swollen head. Pearls of precum oozed from his length and into your maw, and you tried your best to maintain your composure.

Heat burned right through you, consuming your body like the crash of a tidal wave as you pressed your thighs together. No amount of smothering the warmth would mask your smell. You brought your head back, sliding back and forth along his cock, tongue flicking along the underside of his length.

A grunt escaped him as you pressed forward, hands hesitantly perching atop his thighs, to which David tilted forward once again. Your lips felt incredible, but more importantly, you were enjoying yourself, too. That initial sting of anxiousness melted away, feeling David’s hand twist into your tresses.

You took more of his length into your mouth, becoming a little bolder as you sucked and licked wherever possible. David wasn’t loud — his volume was all restrained, manifesting in the forms of rumbling grunts or brief, husky sighs of pleasure. Your nails dug into his leather-clad legs, shuddering when he let out a snarl.

With another jolt of his hips, you nearly recoiled when the first rope of hot seed landed upon your tongue. You hastily swallowed, but David had different intentions, ripping you off of his cock as he painted your poor chest and clothes with his seed. It was deliberate, and you could see the pearlescent gleam of his wolfish grin as he came.

“Sorry for the mess,” His apology was sardonic, spoken through his sultry lull as he wiped away a tendril of drool from the corner of your mouth. “You look pretty like that.” David sighed, icy-blue hues flashing with a momentary spark of gold. You were sweet enough to buckle him back up, too.

With a chuckle, he watched with amusement as you sheepishly cleaned yourself up, flesh crawling with warmth as his hands locked around your hips again. “David,” You sighed with passion, feeling his face press into your stomach. He could smell you — it was overwhelming. “Need you.”

Another low, sharp growl escaped him as he clawed at your dress, causing the fabric to tear, stitches coming apart at the seams. “My turn.” He uttered, and in one swift movement, he had you pinned on the bed, crawling down until his scruffy visage was nestled between your legs. He sighed, fighting off the urge to tear into you.

A strangled gasp tore past your lips, stomach erupting with butterflies as your vampiric paramour knelt between your legs, pressing a string of greedy kisses along your thighs. The burn of his beard was beyond pleasant, keeping you grounded as his hand snatched at your sundress.

“You were made for me,” David hissed, tone raging with possessiveness and a borderline obsession. There was a fire within his eyes that you hadn’t seen before, and you were now a witness to his strength as he tore your dress asunder. The fabric was ripped away entirely, leaving you in your frilly brassiere and panties. “Mine.”

Again, he continued on his warpath, letting out a delightful chuckle as he ripped your panties off, too. Your eyes flew open, watching as he tossed the now-destroyed remnants aside. David removed his gloves for this, allowing his icy flesh to melt against your warmth.

“David, I—“ You shivered when his teeth grazed along your inner thigh, able to spot those fangs of his. They were as sharp as razors, teasing your soft, fragile flesh. You wondered if he was going to turn you — if he truly wanted to, he would’ve done it at the boardwalk. “Are you going to …”

“Not yet,” David intercepted you, making it clear that your thoughts were no longer safe. He invaded your mind, and it was so very enjoyable. Your fantasies laid bare, stripped to the bone, all belonging to him. He leaned in, cold palm resting just above your breast, able to feel the erratic beating of your human heart. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” He uttered, pressing a kiss along your knee. “To be mine — forever?”

There was something enthralling about the way he spoke to you — perhaps it was his voice or the piercing, calculating stare he gave you. You wanted nothing more than to become his, to feast in this supposed immortality, but you wanted to enjoy humanity for a little while longer. “Yes,” You whispered, reaching for his hand. “I’m yours.” It was an unspoken promise.

His fangs disappeared, but his grin did not, still present as he began to kiss along your leg once more. David kept quiet, gaze burning with lust as he nipped at your thigh, and then bit down. No fangs — just teeth. A little yelp escaped you, and he began to lap at the newly-formed bite mark, which would certainly leave a bruise.

He stooped lower, body nearly flat against the rickety mattress as he inhaled your scent. It only served to spur him on as another growl rippled through him. “Aren’t you going to use your manners?” David mused, tormenting you again with his teasing, but you weren’t above begging. He pinned your writhing hips down with one hand.

“Please,” You babbled, a strangled whine escaping you as David’s tongue briefly flicked across your slit. “Please David, please!” It was the worst form of torture, but you hoped he would continue, hands clamoring as you clutched onto the sheet in fistfuls.

“That’s better.” With another sharp nip against your soft flesh, he immediately went to work, dragging his tongue along your wet cunt. He was vigorous, passionate — you almost expected him to tease you, but you were pleasantly surprised. He gripped your thigh, keeping an arm hooked underneath for leverage.

Warmth pooled between your thighs, manifesting in the form of arousal. David was more than pleased to lap it all up, throat vibrating with an occasional grunt or growl as he flicked his tongue across your clit. One hand would snake down to assist, fingers working in-tandem to stroke at your cunt, intending on working you open.

Your back arched slightly, a myriad of moans leaving your parted lips as David touched you. His mouth was mesmerizing, dutifully lapping along the length of your cunt, taking a particular interest in your clit. When his lips pursed around that bundle of nerves, you nearly cried out, legs wobbling.

His tongue raked hot embers across your cunt, causing you to tremble and quiver, hips attempting to jolt forward again. You could practically feel David’s smirk as he buried his face between your thighs, beard scratching something ragged against your silky flesh.

Another moan left you when he began to suck on your clit, adding that little graze of his teeth. Your flesh felt so sensitive, crawling with goosebumps as David began to curl his fingers just slightly, making you whimper and twitch, legs accidentally pushing against his head.

David found enjoyment in making your writhe and squirm, your saccharine scent swimming around him like a thick fog. He could tell that you hadn’t done this before, judging from your constant whimpering and canting your hips forward. Nails buried themselves into your thigh, leaving behind angry impressions as he sunk two digits into your cunt, listening to you gasp.

A thin layer of dewy perspiration broke out along your flesh, provided by the continuous wave of heat drifting between the both of you. David was cold, like the bitter sting of winter as he soothed your feverish heat. “David!” You whined, cunt clenching around his digits as he pistoned them in and out of you.

All tact had dissipated as he began to submit to feral urges, another snarl rippling within his throat. His body shook from the noise, poised and leaning into you as he raked his tongue over your cunt. David’s hands kept you locked into place as he suckled on your clit again, causing you to cling to the sheets.

“David, m’close,” You huffed, eyes fluttering shut as you reclined on the mattress, allowing yourself to sink inward, hips occasionally attempting to twitch and jolt forward. As your head lolled to one side, your half-lidded stare drifted toward David, whose eyes were unnaturally vibrant — two liquid pools of gold. “David.”

His mouth worked with an unrestrained ardor, interlaced with a sinful hunger. Of course, he longed for your body just as much as he desired those sanguine rivers that pumped through your veins. With another purse of his lips and flick of his tongue, you were trapped within the throes of bliss.

Pleasure unfurled from the pit of your stomach, bristling through your body as it devoured you whole. You swore that you saw stars as a white-hot wave struck you again and again. David’s muffled laughter reverberated from between your thighs, prompting him to trace his tongue over your cunt again.

“David!” You moaned, feeling as if you were set ablaze, hips bucking off the bed just a little bit. Your orgasm ripped through you, sending shivers down your spine as you recovered. You tasted divine, able to hear his cacophony of soft grunts as he lifted his head, tongue lashing across his lower lip.

At last, he withdrew, dragging those sharp fangs across the inside of your thigh. A singular pearl of blood blossomed across your flesh, prompting David to swipe at it with an inhuman haste. His hands languidly groped and caressed along your haunches, yanking you toward the edge of the bed.

David stood between your legs, dark and towering like a pale-headed shadow, eclipsing all light from your view. The sight of you, blissed-out with a wet mess between your legs and a heaving chest was enchanting. Even he felt that rush of arousal as it all came crashing in again. Silently, he gestured toward his belt, waiting for you to come down from your climax.

With a soft huff, you sat up on your elbows, hands fumbling with his belt and leather pants again. You nearly jumped out of your own flesh when he grabbed your neck, dragging you in for a heated, messy kiss. David had little desire to be rough with you — this time, at least. He allowed his tongue to momentarily clash with yours, freeing his cock as he pressed closer.

“You ready, sweetheart?” David uttered, sluggishly pushing the head of his cock against your slick cunt, beginning to test the waters. His lips twitched into a devious smirk, filled with a twinge of desperation as he grabbed at either of your thighs.

You nodded, chewing at the inside of your cheek. A sloshing warmth filled the pit of your stomach as he pushed his cock inside of you, deliberately feeding you every inch of his length until he was buried at the base. You were tight, lips parting as a strangled moan escaped you.

A low growl ripped through David’s throat, feeling your sweet cunt clench pathetically around him. Sharp nails briefly dug into the pliant flesh of your hips as he thrust forward, causing you to gasp. He wasn’t exactly gentle, but his restraint was borderline, ready to crack and splinter at any moment.

His longing, whilst initially subdued, was now on full display. David’s eyes glistened like a feral animal, countenance contorted into an expression of need and desire, hips snapping forward as he began to bury his cock inside of you. You whimpered, legs threatening to slip around his waist.

“David,” You huffed, nearly squeaking when he stooped over, much closer to you. Any tact and sensuality dissipated as David began to rut into you, cock pistoning in and out of your tight cunt. His rhythm was swift and all-consuming as he held your hip with an iron grip, fingers leaving behind bruises. “Feels so good.” Your voice escaped you in a garbled slur.

Your hands fluttered from the sheets to him, gliding against his chest as they slipped upward, grabbing fistfuls of those platinum-blonde tresses. A grunt left him as heat blistered between the both of you, more from you than from him. Fire would meet ice as he pressed close, nipping at your lower lip as you urged him in for a kiss.

There was something primal and hungry about his kiss, as if he’d been completely starved of all contact. It was teeth and tongue colliding as he roughly gained entry into your mouth, teeth scraping across your lower lip, growling into your mouth. His pace seemed to match that sensation, brutal and unrelenting as he hammered away at your poor cunt with no sign of slowing down.

The contact was short-lived as David brusquely jerked backward, pulling his cock out of you. That emptiness made you whimper, desperate for him to continue — and he intended to, but in a different way. He turned you over, manhandling you onto your stomach as he grabbed your hips, shoving his cock back into you.

His cajoling laughter reverberated throughout the alcove, making your mind go fuzzy as he fucked you within an inch of your life. You felt David’s hand tangle into your hair, pulling at the roots with a firm grip. Another hapless whine left you, cunt clenching pathetically around his cock as he filled you to the brim, thrusts becoming a little more animalistic.

“David!” You cried, no longer able to see your vampiric paramour, but you could feel him. Even with your eyes closed, his voice reverberated throughout your mind, burnished-gold hues emblazoned into your brain like a hot brand. He fucked you senseless, chest bursting with a cacophony of growls and snarls.

It was almost overwhelming — your poor cunt was being pounded away at by David, who was eager to release for a second time. Your climax would be secondary, if he was feeling generous. You clawed at the sheets, grabbing it in fistfuls, hips pushing backwards into him. His fingers were so forceful, leaving behind angry imprints on your flesh.

You were desperate, body convulsing with pleasant spasms, legs struggling to keep yourself propped up. It all felt as if you were turning to mush, crawling with heat as David bit at your shoulder. He didn’t want to keep holding himself back, using your hair to roughly tug you backward. The firm musculature of his chest pressed into your back.

“You belong to me,” David snarled, sharp teeth mere centimeters away from the shell of your ear. They danced along your neck, hovering above your pulse point. It would’ve only taken one bite — he didn’t want to lose you so quickly. A turbulent wildfire of possessiveness surged inside of him, violent as ever as one of his palms clasped at your neck. “Say it!” He sneered.

A shiver passed through your body, lips parting as a myriad of needy, noisy moans escaped you. David forcefully parted your legs with one knee, grunting into your ear. The sounds were delicious — terrifying when you realized what he was. You could barely form the words, clutching onto his forearm.

David’s abrasive behavior might’ve been off-putting to many — but not to you. Deep down, it aroused you to no end, producing another wave of molten liquid within the pit of your belly, oozing between your thighs. “Going silent on me, kitten?” He chuckled, nipping at the sensitive flesh just beside your jugular. “Where’s that pretty voice of yours?”

Another whine tore past your parted lips as you sucked in a sharp breath, nearly crying out when his cock slapped away at your cunt. Any semblance of compassion had been exchanged for roughness and pure lust, as if you were a plaything for David. “I—I belong to you,” You slurred, attempting to move your hips in-tandem. “David, please!”

There would be no divide between you and David, no more distance. He’d keep you here in the cave, his precious mate, and when he felt like you were deserving of it, he’d make you like him — immortal, eternally trapped within a state of youth. You surrendered yourself completely, feeling him drive his cock into you again until he could go no further.

You were chasing after every sensation, set ablaze in the fire of David’s insatiable desire, gasping when his hand squeezed around your throat. The pressure caused you to shudder, cunt clenching around his length as you sought your release. When you sneakily attempted to shove your hand between your legs, he stopped entirely.

“What do we have here?” David admonished you, clicking his tongue with a mocking hint of disdain. “Trying to speed things up?” You felt cold, almost a little delirious as he simply dropped you onto the mattress, pulling himself from you. “If you’re so desperate, you can finish yourself, kitten.” He sneered, eyes a burnished amber, nearly a golden-red.

“Wh—Wait!” Being denied so close to your climax made you feel clammy, as if every wisp of air had been ripped from your throat. “D—David, I’m sorry! Please keep going!” You didn’t think he was serious, watching him stand at the foot of the bed, towering over you with a rather sardonic expression, full of rebuke.

“If you want to cum, you’ll have to beg.” David clicked his tongue, grabbing at your legs as he pulled you close again. “Why should I let you after that little stunt? Not good enough for you?” His voice surged with agitation, and you couldn’t discern if it was genuine or fabricated to fit his lust and appetite.

You nearly sobbed when he brushed his thumb over your clit, so feather-light that you wouldn’t have felt it if it weren’t for your constant squirming. “David, I — Please fuck me, please keep fucking me,” You babbled, tears stinging your eyes. The denial blistered through you, coupled with your own desperation to continue. He’d fucked you so good — it’d ruin you to stop now. “P—Please!”

David smirked, gazing down at you with a look of faux pity and want. Of course, he had no desire to simply abandon you here and now — but it was fun to play with you, poke and prod for a reaction. “You’re lucky, sweetheart.” He crooned, digits deliberately sliding across your clit again, causing you to let out a noisy whine.

“Please fuck me, please,” Your stammered, stumbling over your words as a coo of delight left you. “David, I need you.” With a trembling exhale, you continued to murmur something about wanting him. His laughter floated above your head, sinking into your very bones.

“Good girl.” David’s praise was spoken upon a silver tongue and dark eyes as he hastily shoved his cock back into your tight cunt, resuming the brutal pace he’d set before. You were on your back again, hapless beneath him as he railed you into a blissful oblivion.

He exuded dominance — he exuded a calculating control that you bent to, so very easily. David’s brow furrowed, countenance drawn into a look of rapture. He would never admit it, but he was thoroughly enamored with you, be it your sweet demeanor, your body, or your blood. Each thrust hit you hard, making you see stars.

One hand clutched the meat of your thigh, the other wrapped snugly underneath your throat, wedged against your jaw. He fucked you at a near-inhuman pace, rough and needy, causing you to part your legs just a little further for him. You huffed, a mess of moans and whimpers; his snarl was a familiar one.

David grunted, letting out a bestial hiss as he reached his peak, allowing himself to cum inside of you for a second or two, but that was painfully short-lived. His cock fell onto your stomach, painting your abdomen and breasts in ropes of hot, sticky seed. You shouldn’t have been so surprised — he got off on it.

His pearlescent grin glinted within the flickering candlelight as you came soon after, thanks to that generous caressing of his thumb pressing into your clit. You were spent, body spasming and quivering as you reached your peak, orgasm just as insanity-inducing as the last.

Warmth cascaded through you, goosebumps coalescing down the length of your spine when David caressed your jaw. He was stroking your silky flesh, head slightly cocked to one side as he watched you ride out your orgasm. You had gotten a little embarrassed, but he thought very little of it, peering towards the tattered remnants of your clothes.

“You’ll need something to wear.” David hummed, briefly correcting his attire as he found one of the many articles of clothing he’d collected in his immortal lifetime. It was a mahogany-hued sweater, something he lacked any attachment to, but you’d have his scent. He tossed it toward you, letting it land next to your head.

His callous behavior afterward was certainly something you’d have to get used to, but you decided to play one of the cards you had up your sleeve. “David,” You murmured, reaching for the ruined scraps of your dress to clean his cum off of you. “Come here?”

David paused, wondering if you were expecting a little tender, loving care afterwards. If that was what you wanted, it was best if you asked Paul or Dwayne. He decided to indulge you, stepping closer until he was back at your side again.

Wordlessly, you stood up, now shrouded in his sweater, which seemed entirely too big for you. He thoroughly reveled in that — your scent intermingled with his. It was a way to keep you close, now that you belonged to him. You rocked up onto your toes to kiss him, something that he reciprocated.

He felt your lips quirk into the ghost of a smile before you crawled back onto his mattress, both physically and mentally exhausted. David’s tongue swept across his teeth as he watched you lay down, and instead of leaving entirely, he turned, taking up residence in the rickety, velvet-cushioned chair he’d been in earlier.

As he struck his lighter, David placed the cigarette between his lips, ogling you across the way. It was difficult not to be a little soft on you — though, if you were to become an immortal, you had so much more to go. Initiation was far from over, but for now, he let you rest. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” He exhaled, tone saturated with an edge of mockery.

As sleep claimed you, your dreams were only filled with him — and that distant scent of blood.

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emilysholster · 1 year ago

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Satisfied (David Rossi x BAUAgent!Reader) Pt. 2/2

Summary: the tension building between you and Rossi becomes hard to ignore when he invites the team over for dinner

Tags: NSFW, oral sex (reader receiving), unprotected PinV sex (let’s assume reader’s on the pill), couch sex, dirty talk (praising, pet names), (fem!reader)

Translations: stella (star), bella (beautiful), gattina (kitten), dolcezza (honey)

A/N: this ended up being so long omg but something about this man gets my [creative] juices flowing

Read Part One

You made your way over to an empty seat next to Emily, desperately trying to ignore her knowing smile. Thankfully, the rest of the team seemed to be none the wiser, much to your relief.

“Alright, let’s play,” Rossi said, taking a seat on the couch across from you, next to Hotch. “As long as boy genius over there agrees to be dealer.”

Spencer sighed, once again banished from playing because of his ability to effortlessly win every time. However, the young doctor did enjoy keeping track of everyone’s cards nonetheless, trying to determine who would win before the round was even over.

And so began a friendly but competitive game of poker. Your head wasn’t exactly present as you kept replaying what had happened in the other room. It also didn’t help that you kept catching Rossi’s intense gaze throughout the game, the smirk on his lips indicating he knew exactly where your mind was.

Rossi won the first round (“nothing beats years of experience” he claimed, with a pointed look at Reid). Emily won the second, after which Hotch and JJ went home to their respective families as it was getting late.

Penelope won the third. You weren’t doing great at the game and also took pity on Reid, so for the fourth round you were the dealer. After he inevitably won, he also headed home. Another round later (which Rossi won again) and the rest of the team decided to call it a night. Derek offered to drive Penelope and Emily home, as the two winners had had more than their fair share of drinks.

Penelope and Emily chanted a drunken rendition of “We Are The Champions” as they struggled to put their shoes and coats on. You nearly bent over from laughing as they sang loudly in an exasperated Derek’s face. Rossi, fighting laughter himself, offered to help the poor guy. Taking hold of Emily’s arm while Penelope grabbed Derek’s, he walked them out to Derek’s car, leaving you inside.

Smiling to yourself, you began clearing up the glasses and the remainder of the plates, walking them over to the kitchen. You tried not to think about how it was going to be just you and Rossi left in his house, but you couldn’t help the butterflies low in your belly. After placing the dishes in the sink, you noticed a bottle of wine off to the side, still half full. Why not?

You pulled two glasses from the cupboard and opened the bottle as you hummed along to the music that played. Caught up in your own thoughts and with your back turned, you hardly noticed that Rossi had returned to the kitchen.

“What’re you up to, stella?” He asked, making his way over to you.

You turned and handed him a glass, staying leaned against the kitchen counter, almost mimicking your position from earlier. “Did you manage to get the girls in?”

“Barely,” Rossi chuckled, accepting the glass gratefully. “Morgan’s going to have his hands full.” He placed himself directly across from you, leaning against the island and studying you with dark eyes. There was a moment of silence as the two of you sipped your drinks, each watching the other.

“Now, tell me something, Y/N,” Rossi said, breaking the silence and slowly approaching you. He gently took the glass you were cradling and placed it on the counter along with his before his hands came to rest on either side of your hips. “What exactly was missing from my dinner that left you less than satisfied?”

It was impossible to ignore the heat between your legs now, your body thrumming in anticipation. You took in the sight of Rossi’s parted lips and slightly dilated pupils as he waited for your answer.

So you gave it to him. “This,” you stated simply, before closing the distance between the two of you and pressing your lips to his. Rossi immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Soft sighs and moans escaped both of you as your tongues explored eachother’s mouths.

You pulled away to catch your breath and Rossi effortlessly moved to place kisses along your jaw, not wanting to take his lips off you for a moment. “Dave,” you sighed as he reached the sensitive skin of your neck.

One of his hands remained wrapped around you while the other gently kneaded your breasts through the fabric of your dress. He brought his mouth back to yours, mumbling “Beautiful,” before capturing your lips again.

Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair as you pushed yourself tight against him, feeling his erection pressed between the two of you. You reached your hand down and rubbed him over his pants, making him open his mouth against yours in a sharp gasp. “Y/N,” he groaned. “Couch, now.”

Giggling, you let go of him and walked over to the couch, pausing as you reached behind you to tug the zipper of your dress down.

Rossi beat you to it, coming up behind you and unzipping your dress. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.” His breath tickled your neck, leaving goosebumps behind as he helped you out of your dress.

He all but pushed you onto the couch, your back against the arm rest as he knelt on the couch in front of your legs. You could see his breathing was erratic as he admired your figure, scantly clad in your matching underwear set. You trailed a hand down towards your panties, spreading your legs while Rossi watched you like a hawk.

His breath hitched as you pulled your panties to the side, exposing your glistening folds. Unable to help himself, he palmed his hardened cock through his pants, watching as you slid a finger down and collected your juices before bringing your finger to your mouth. “Mm,” you moaned, sucking on your finger earnestly. Rossi’s mouth parted in surprise at the salacious act.

“You dirty girl,” he grinned before he quickly moved to position himself over you, his mouth back on yours in a deep kiss. His hand pulled the cup of your bra down so he could pinch and tease your nipple with his fingers, making you moan against his lips.

Rossi moved his mouth down, pausing to unclasp your bra and free your tits before attaching his mouth to your nipple, sucking and biting as you threw your head back. As he alternated between your breasts, you found yourself lifting your hips to grind your mound against him.

Rossi moved to press his mouth against your ear. “Desperate, are we?”

You whimpered as he nibbled at the shell of your ear. You were desperate; your clit throbbed and you could feel your wetness slowly leaking into your panties.

Rossi moved himself off you suddenly, making you whine at the loss of contact. He unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it to the side before bringing his hands to your hips and sliding your panties off. He lowered his head between your legs, placing kisses up your thighs until his mouth was inches away from your centre.

“Dave, please,” you moaned, lifting your hips to get him to give you attention where you needed it. You could feel his breath against your clit and it was driving you crazy.

Rossi used his fingers to spread your folds apart, allowing him to admire the way they glistened with your juices. “Please what, gattina? Use your words.”

“Please eat me out,” you practically begged, unable to handle more teasing.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he hummed before bringing his mouth to your centre.

“Fuck!” You groaned. His tongue was nothing short of heavenly; circling your clit before sucking it into his mouth. He alternated his attention between your clit and your opening, using his tongue to slurp up the juices that collected between your folds.

You could feel your orgasm approaching as Rossi continued his ministrations. You buried your fingers into his hair, pushing his face against your core. You could feel him moan against you as he sucked your clit back into his mouth, his eyes focused on you panting above him. Your legs clamped around Ross’s head and you cried out as waves of pleasure rocked through you.

When you finally relaxed, Rossi brought his mouth back up to yours. “I love the way you taste,” he mumbled against your lips. You moaned into his mouth, already feeling warmth pooling low in your belly once again.

Rossi lifted himself from between your legs and stood in front of the couch. He helped guide you onto all fours, your hands now gripping the back of the couch while he stood behind you.

You were practically dripping in anticipation when you heard the sound of Rossi unbuckling his belt and his pants dropping. His hand gripped your hip to steady himself as he slowly rubbed his cock along your slit. “You’re so wet for me, bella,” he husked as his cock dragged through your folds, pressing against your clit.

“Please, Dave,” you pleaded, making the agent’s cock twitch against you. Your grip on the couch tightened as he nudged your clit repeatedly with his cock. “I need you in me.”

You gasped as he suddenly slid into you, his thick cock filling you right away. “God, Y/N,” he hissed as your walls clenched around him. “It’s like you were made for me.” Both of his hands now gripped your hips as he let you adjust to his cock before starting to thrust into you slowly.

You groaned at the feeling of him sliding in and out, and he picked up the pace as you relaxed around him. Rossi seemed to know just how to make you cry out, his cock repeatedly hitting the sweet spot inside of you.

One of Rossi’s hands left your hips to grab your shoulder, pulling you flush against him. You were now kneeling on the couch as he continued fucking you from behind, the new angle even more pleasurable.

The sound of skin on skin filled the room, your bodies sticking to each other as they became slick with sweat. “Fuck,” you cried out, your voice shaky as he pounded into you. “Your cock feels so good.”

“Never thought I’d hear you say those words out loud Agent L/N.” Rossi husked in your ear. He was close, and judging by the way you were milking his cock, so were you. He pulled out suddenly, grinning at the frustrated sound you let out.

“Come here, gattina. I’m not done with you yet, don’t worry.” He sat down on the couch and pulled you over so that your legs were on either side of him, your dripping cunt hovering over his cock.

Rossi guided his cock back into you and you sank down until you were completely filled by him again. You leaned forward and placed your hands on his shoulders for support as you began moving your hips up and down his cock.

Rossi began matching your movements, thrusting upwards into you. You watched with pleasure as he groaned at the feel of you clenching around him, the knot within you tightening with every thrust.

“That’s it, ride me, dolcezza. Ride my fucking cock.” Rossi grunted as your hips snapped against his, tits bouncing in his face. He took one of your nipples into his mouth while his thumb began rubbing circles around your clit. Your head was cloudy with pleasure, making it difficult to speak. “Dave,” you cried out, the wave building inside you on the brink of crashing.

“Come for me, gattina. You can do it. I want to feel you come all over my cock.” Rossi panted below you.

His words were all you needed to go over the edge; you let out a groan, rocking your hips against him as your hole clenched around his cock. You moaned his name over and over, your nails digging into the bare skin of his shoulder as your orgasm rocked through you.

“That’s it, Y/N, good girl.” Rossi moaned as his cock twitched inside you. He captured your lips with his, groaning into your mouth as hot spurts of his cum shot into you.

You slumped against him, both of your foreheads pressed together and damp with sweat. Rossi pressed a soft kiss against your lips before gently helping you off him.

He stepped back into his boxers before disappearing. In that moment, the couch felt like the comfiest place in the world and you felt your eyes closing.

Rossi returned with a damp cloth and a glass of water. “Up, bella,” he said, handing you the water as he helped you up. As you soothed your parched throat, he used the cloth to wipe down your skin and between your legs.

Satisfied with his work, he pressed a kiss into your hair. “You were amazing, Y/N.”

You smiled up at him before meeting his lips in a kiss. “So were you.”

Rossi took his shirt from the floor and gave it to you to put on before walking with you upstairs. You used his bathroom, smiling to yourself at your ‘just fucked’ reflection: hair messy, makeup smudged, and lips swollen.

You returned to the bedroom and joined Rossi in his bed, sighing as he pulled you close. Your head rested against his chest, his own head over yours while his arm was slung over your waist.

As you closed your eyes and snuggled into him, you heard his voice from above you. “Well? Are you satisfied now?”

You laughed into his chest at the question. “Yes, Dave. I’m satisfied.” You answered, pressing a kiss against his skin before the two of you gave in to the pull of sleep.

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deadbydangit · 1 year ago

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As I was about to write something else, I noticed two bunnies hopping along in my backyard and it gave me an idea for something else. Please enjoy!

When the Reader brings home an animal.

Deathslinger, Nightmare, Spirit, Trickster, Ghostface

Deathslinger

He would've been perfectly content just drinking in the bar with just you.

And it had been that way for a long time.

Till you came back one day hiding something in your shirt.

"Okay. I'll bite. What is it?"

He thought you were hiding a gift or something.

He wasn't expecting you to pull out a kitten.

"No."

No matter how much you plead and cry.

No, don't give him those puppy dog eyes.

No, you can't-

Ugh, he can stay the night.

Okay, only till he finds a good home.

Well... He's your cat now.

You walked in on him one day, speaking to someone.

"Alright Fluffy. Now I may be the man around here, but if I'm not around you gotta promise to protect them. Ya' here?"

The cat was on the bar table next to him, lapping up a bowl of water.

Talking to the kitty like they were old friends.

He doesn't really do the baby talk thing.

"I trust you. I know you love them as much as I do. So we have to work together."

Don't tell Caleb you saw that.

He'll totally deny it.

But if his little Fluffy catches a rat, he's going to put that cat on a pedestal.

He's super proud of his cat.

"Look at that Darlin'. We won't be having any pest problems."

Nightmare

No, stop. Stop right there.

You're trying to sneak something in. He can tell.

Empty your pockets....

Both of them!

A frog?

Where did you get a frog?

Whatever, no, you can't keep it.

No, don't look at him like that. The answer is no.

No. Seriously.

Augh! Fine! But he wants nothing to do with the damned thing.

It's your pet. Not his. He won't be taking care of it.

You started noticing books on frog care around the house.

"It's not good to give them water that hasn't been purified."

"You aren't feeding him enough."

"You can't touch them like that."

So much for it being all your pet.

He's basically taking over.

It's like he's taking the frog as his own child.

It's pretty cute to walk in and see Freddy having full conversations with the frog.

"So yeah, trials were pretty good today. That David asshole really got what was coming to him."

Don't remind him of the time when he didn't want the little critter.

Because he will firmly deny it.

Spirit

It's a toss up over who would be the first to bring an animal home.

You don't even have to try and sneak it in.

Is that a puppy?

And Rin is all over the dog.

Kisses, hugs, plans on what you'll need to get, and all the possible names!

She is a huge softy for animals, especially fluffy ones.

"Oh! Let's keep her!"

She's the type to bring any animal home and ask to keep them.

And the baby talk this girl can do.

"Who's my wittle pumpkin? Who's the cutest wittle baby ever? It's you! Mommy woves you. Yes she does."

She won't even care if you're in the room to witness this.

Hell, join her in spoiling the puppy.

And outfits, she has so many outfits for the dog.

You have no idea where they even came from.

You will never see that pup without something on.

Hair bows, bandanas, hats, sometimes even little shirts or dresses.

She will find matching clothes for the three of you.

Don't think this dog won't be the most spoiled thing ever.

Trickster

Are you hiding something from him?

You are!

What's this? You've been hiding a bunny in your closet?!

He doesn't really care that you've been hiding it.

He's upset that it might receive more attention than him.

Ji-Woon is the super jealous type.

So jealous that he'll be glaring at this rabbit whenever you're carrying it.

Whenever you say you're about to go feed your bunny or play with them, Ji-Woon refuses to let you go.

You should pay more attention to him.

You should only pay attention to him.

Isn't he enough?

He'll come around though.

If the bunny makes you that happy, then he'll tolerate it.

Just make sure to give both of them lots of attention.

Ghostface

He actually was the one to bring the animal in.

"Hey babe, check out what I found!"

That's a snake.

That... Is that safe?

"Don't worry. He's super chill, see?"

He will shove that snake in your face.

He seems to have really tamed this animal.

You're going to be the one taking care of the snake.

It's name is Hisses, apparently.

"Yeah, like kisses, but he hisses. So it's Hisses. Get it."

Being terrible at naming things aside.

Danny is really happy.

The way he shows off his darling snake.

"Hey Sally! Look!"

He really enjoys showing people who are or potentially are afraid of snakes.

That power he gets over them.

It's going to get him into a significant amount of trouble.

But he's just so happy, and who are you to take that happiness away from him.

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Ivy Act III

Author: SadGhostofGarbage

David x G/N reader and Michael x G/N reader

Warnings: MDNI! TOXIC relationships, DARK fic, swearing, cheating on a partner, torture, mental manipulation, pet names, David calls himself daddy but like he’s not wrong. Mentions of sex. Reader having insecurities.

This is where things kick up, read the warnings, this is a DARK chapter

Act III SUMMER

“The kind of stuff that makes me a monster.”

Michael’s words have been all you could think about. What did they mean? Why would he think himself a monster? Surely Michael would never do something so awful that he could be considered a monster? The weight of his words hung on your neck like a brick. You so desperately wanted to help him, sitting idle and watching his pain made your stomach churn.

Tonight you were torn between being excited and worried. Excited because David invited you to the cave to hangout with him and the boys, worried because you can’t stop thinking about Michael, you wanted to prove to him that he was good and that he wasn’t what he proclaimed himself to be. Entering the cave was always tricky and this time was no different as you stumbled into the main cavern. The music was already playing and it seemed the boys were already up to shenanigans. David caught you as you stumbled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“You ready for one hell of a night kitten?” He starts leading you over to the middle of the room. “I can’t wait for you to meet our good friend,” with his other arm he makes a sweeping gesture over to a figure who was currently preoccupied by politely listening to one of Paul’s rants. A figure that made you stiffen and your heart stop. “Michael, come over here and meet my beloved.” Turning at the sound of his name Michael’s eyes fill with shock and horror as his gaze meets yours. Michael had known you were in a relationship. That technically you were someone else's, but that didn’t stop either of you from exploring the feelings and sensations that you felt when together. Michael just hadn’t known you were in a relationship with David. “Look at that kitten you’ve got him speechless, how’s the saying go?” With a shit eating grin he pulls you onto his lap as he sits. “What’s the matter Michael, cat got your tongue?” Michael’s eyes lingered on you for too long it seemed, and did not go unnoticed. David’s gaze flicked between the two of you, “Although it seems like you two are already acquainted, Michael?” Snapped out of his shock and horror he shakes his head and replies,

“We bumped into each other the other day, I just didn’t know they were the one you were talking about. Just shocked it was a semi-familiar face.”

“Yeah, he helped me out when I almost fell.” You say, it was technically the truth, just not the whole truth.

“It’s good that you two get along then.” David leans forward putting his lip onto your temple, his eyes never leaving Michael’s. Since you were facing Michael you couldn’t see the smirk on David’s lips as he kissed you either. “Since you two will be spending a long time together.”

You couldn’t help but squirm, being in David’s grasp while under Michael’s gaze was torture, all you wanted was to be in Michael’s arms instead, and every touch from David send frigid chills down your body seeming to encourage the blonde even further.

After that night in the cave your life was turned upside down. When you met Michael the next day he tried to tell you that you needed to stop seeing David and him.

“What the hell are you talking about Michael? Are you telling me you don’t want to see me anymore?” The foggy feeling of loneliness started to seep back into your mind as your heart started to break.

“No god no! Of course I don’t want to stop seeing you, it’s just-. Look, you can’t be around either of us, it's not safe.”

“What the hell do you mean?”

“Do you remember when I said I was a monster?”

“Yes and-” before you could even protest, he was cutting you off.

“No matter your opinion on it, I am what I am and it’s because of David.”

“Okay but you would never hurt me Michael, I trust you. Whatever it is you can tell me, I can help you. I want to help you.”

“No, the last person who tried… No, I don't want David hurting you.”

“He wouldn’t hurt me Michael, sure he’s scary but he wouldn’t-” out of frustration Michael cuts you off.

“He’s a goddamn vampire y/n!” His blue eyes blaze with emotion so many your heart drops, fear, pain, worry, and love to name the easily recognized. “He killed Star, threatened my family, and I love you and I don’t want him to turn you into this!” Gesturing to himself he slumps to the ground as tears well in his eyes. Stunned, you sit down next to Michael.

Vampires?

Did you believe it?

Michael seemed to; he was too emotional to be pulling a prank on you, meaning he had to believe it himself.

“So you’re a vampire too?” Sniffling and clearing his throat he shakes his head.

“No I’m only half, David gave me till the end of month to… Till I have to be fully embraced.”

“Embraced?”

“The term certain vampires use to describe the ‘turning’ of a human into a vampire”

“Oh, how-”

“Look y/n you have to stop seeing us, please for your own safety.”

“I’m not leaving you Michael. Not now, not ever, we’ll figure something out okay?”

You wanted nothing more than to be in Michael’s arms. For him to choose you, but he had been hesitant; terrified of what David would do if he found out. One wrong move from either of you and it was over, David would frenzy and only the gods knew what kind of hell would freeze over the earth if he knew what the two of you were doing behind his back. But Michael had to make a decision soon because as he watched you sitting on David’s lap lighting a cigarette for the blonde, he knew he had to decide quickly. David’s words from the other night haunted Michael, David had revealed his intention to turn you into a monster like him;

“Since you two will be spending a long time together.”

Michael couldn’t stand the thought of you being like David. Any longer and he’d have to watch you drink from the bottle. No, he made up his mind. Just Imagining Marko approaching David with the bottle made him sick. Michael thought he would never feel real fear again after David had threatened to kill his family if he didn’t join the pack, but imagining the moment David tipped the bottle to your lips, he felt his heart stop. That was the morning he told you to run. The two of you had made a plan, you were going to disappear during the day when the boys couldn't get to you. Michael would go looking for you and come back empty handed. He would stall for time until he could figure out a way to escape David’s influence.

A way for the both of you to be together.

Every moment with Michael was warm, it was the feeling of the sun kissing your skin. The feeling of the yellows and oranges when watching a sunrise. The heat that Michael made blossom in your chest was a stark contrast of the icy shivers David made roll down your back. David was cold and so was his love. David is the glass of ice water you drink down after a long run. The crisp ocean waves that soothe your sunburned skin. David is the glacier keeping you from flying into the sun. What were you doing? Were you really going to run? To risk everything just for a chance at being with Michael?

Michael.

His name still sends shivers down your spine; winter used to be your favorite, but the thawing nature of spring started melting into your heart. No longer did you care for the cold but longed for the heat that the summer would bring.

The motel room was dark, curtains tightly closed.

You were safe.

Taking a deep breath to help clear your mind. The past week had been terrifying, anxiety filled your body to the point of overflow, you felt like an overcharged battery. Traveling as quiet and as fast as you could during the day, and bunkering down in dingy motels at night to lay low. The adrenaline from the ride out of town was wearing off, living on the run was getting exhausting. The anxiety was slowly fading away the further you got from Santa Carla.

You are safe.

Getting as far away from Santa Carla during the daylight was stressful, but not as near as painful as it was to say goodbye to Michael.

Michael.

Just the thought of him made your heart lurch in your chest, you couldn’t wait to see him again. As if your desperate soul summoned him; a sound from the otherside of the room startled you. Looking over you were even more shocked to see your lover standing by the door.

“Michael? What are you doing here? I thought you had to take care of things before you would join me?” He stayed quiet and it seemed as if he was struggling with something. “Michael what’s wrong?” Starting to approach you, you could start to see that something was wrong. “Michael, you're scaring me, what’s going on?”

“I told you I was a monster.” His voice came out in a growl, and just like with any predator, it set the hairs on your body rigid. Michael lunged for you; and you made an attempt to get to the door. Barely managing to slip from his claws as you run out of the motel down to the parking lot.

Fire burned in your lungs as you scrambled to escape, your body felt like molten lava as it kicked into overdrive pushing you to run faster. Tears started to blur your vision; this was not how it was supposed to go. Michael was supposed to love you, why he was doing this made your head spin. Screaming out as searing pain burned throughout your body, vision going white, there was a ringing in your ears.

No it was your voice.

Your screams echoing in your ears. Blazing blue eyes met yours and they were burning with an intensity that nearly stopped your heart.

There was blood on his face, and a sickening amount was dripping from his lips when his mouth opened and his voice grated at your eardrums.

“I’m sorry.” Hands slick with warm blood gripped at your legs dragging you closer to his figure.

“I trusted you Michael! Let me go!” You tried kicking and thrashing around but you were no match for his unnatural strength even without suffering from blood loss. There was pain radiating from your neck, a burning pain that throbbed and gushed with every pulse of your heart.

“You have to believe,” a sickening crunch filled his pause along with your wail of agony, as his hand came down and broke one of your legs. “That I don’t want to do this!” Your throat is raw from screaming and you're delirious from the pain. You make no effort to reply, only wishing the blistering pain would go away. In the midst of the burning agony you feel ice touch your body, the cold soothing the burn in your flesh. Leaning further into the comforting cold you chase the sensation of numbness that the cold brings. As you come down from the pain, exhaustion weighs you down. Drifting off you hear Michael’s sobbing apologies get drowned out by the cold whispers of David, his soft shushing and ice blue eyes sending you to dreamland, where you hoped you’d dream of a blizzard.

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