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The Rut (David x Fem! Reader)

It is finally here! The last installment of The Rut series! I am so happy that everyone enjoyed this series, it was definitely fun to write the boys in just complete feral mode lol. I'll definitely be writing for stuff for the boys in the future!

(Also since I've been asked, this isn't really a poly relationship series, this is a "only (insert boy) likes reader" kinda thing).

I really wanna thank everyone who has commented on, reblogged, or just liked this series. Y'all really kept me going when I had writers block, and I couldn't have finished it without y'all. And a big shout out to @auntvamp who came up with the original headcannons about the boys in rut, because without them, this series wouldn't be a thing lol. I'd highly suggest reading that first.

Lastly I'd like to thank @santacarlatourism for their headcanons of each boy's scent on my post

I also got inspired by these headcanons

For this I know a lot of people write David as a rough dom but I wanted to explore something else, I don't think David would always be rough with his mate, I see him having a soft side too, so this is that, and also him slowly losing control lol.

Paul, Marko, Dwayne,

Word Count: 5,376 (of course this cocky mofo ended up with the longest chapter 🤣)

Pairing: David x Fem! Reader

Warnings: DETAILED SMUT! THAT IS ALL THIS STORY IS!! MINORS DNI!!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

"Don't invite him in"

That's what Dwayne had told you when he informed you to stay away from the cave for the next couple of days. You were confused when Dwayne had met you at the entrance the night before, usually David was the first one out and ready to leave, typically smoking while the others got ready. You were fully prepared to spend the night at the boardwalk with the boys and your favorite vampire, but Dwayne had quickly shot down those plans.

"Wait…A rut? Like how animals have ru-"

"Yes just like that" he told you as he walked you back to your car.

"When we go into these we are very dangerous to you, since you're a human and not a vampire like us you're far more…"

"Fragile" you finished, the boys had all told you that before, taking it upon themselves to protect you all the time because you were "like a China doll" in Dwayne's words.

"So that's why you need to stay away for a couple of days," he explained, to which you could only simply nod as you climbed in your car. Your thoughts suddenly taking a turn as you thought of him…they were all extremely attractive…him especially…and you were sure him taking a partner for a quick time was something he had done before…would that happen again? After all, if he was gonna kill them anyways why not? It didn't matter if they were fragile right? But why did that thought make you wanna cry even more in this situation?

"It isn't like that" Dwayne's voice broke you out of your thoughts and you were unsure if he had read your thoughts or could just read your emotions.

"Go home y/n, don't overthink ok, you can come back soon" he told you with a small smile as he shut your car door, watching as you started the car and rolled down the window when he knocked

"And one more thing" he told you while leaning in.

"Don't invite him in"

So here you were, sitting in your room, listening to music and drawing, wishing you could just go hang out with the boys, you hadn't really realized just how much of a staple in your life they had become until now. Night's seemed boring without them…without him. Sighing you sat your sketchbook down on your nightstand after you realized that in your zoned out state you had successfully sketched what was probably the twentieth picture of him that resided in the book. Stretching, you got up and changed the music, putting on your newest Billy Idol album. You had joked to David before that he reminded you of the singer, a comment that although he didn't reply to, he seemed complimented by. You had actually come across David listening to a Billy Idol cassette tape one day in the cave and it only solidified that thought even more for you lol. You began dancing around as White Wedding started to play, losing yourself in the music for a moment, before you heard a gentle knock on your window. Your body froze instantly, shifting your gaze to the closed curtains. You slightly wondered if it had been the wind, but only slightly, you knew that was definitely a knock.

"I know you're in there Sweetheart, no use hiding" You immediately felt a shiver run down your spine at the voice, a deeper tone with a slight growl mixed with it told you he was currently vamped out.

'Don't invite him in' Dwayne's words rang in your head, earning another low growl from outside.

"You don't take orders from him, understand?" Oh shit, he was reading your thoughts. You had made him promise when you first learned what they were that he wouldn't do that anymore. A promise he seemed like he had no problem breaking tonight.

"But.. David…Dwayne said it would be dangerous to-"

"Funny" you heard him let out a dry chuckle.

"I thought I just said you don't take orders from him" You gulped at his tone, a sarcastic David was a dangerous David at times, and you had a feeling this was one of those times.

"Let me in Doll, I'll explain it all better than he could" You hesitated still, true, Dwayne hadn't explained very much, and you were still curious. And if you were being honest, when vamped out David probably had the most control over himself out of all of them, besides maybe Dwayne…Maybe it would be safe if you let him in. Slowly making your way over towards the window you heard what seemed like a pleased…purr? You pulled back the curtains, meeting the golden gaze of the vampire on the outside of your window. His figure looming on your small balcony. You unlocked and opened your window, leaning out to speak to him. When suddenly your lips were captured in a searing kiss, his gloved hands holding your face, softly yet firm as he pulled you closer, fangs brushing your lips as he opened your mouth with his, tongue dominating the kiss. You weren't sure what was making you dizzier, the kiss that was quite literally stealing your breath away, or his scent. David always smelled like a mixture of cigarettes, the cologne he always stole that had a very earthy smell to it, and a scent that you could only describe as simply him. But tonight his scent seemed to be cranked up to a hundred, clouding your brain of anything but him. When he finally seemed to remember you needed to breathe he pulled away, forehead resting against yours as he watched you try to catch your breath, pupils blown and heart racing as you met his gaze.

"David," you spoke quietly.

"You're gonna be a good girl and let me come inside, right?" He asked, watching the shiver that went down your spine at the nickname, a mental note he tucked away for later.

"Right?" He asked again, watching as you slowly nodded.

"Words Sweetheart" he gave you that little smile as he ran his thumb over your lip.

"You can come inside" you spoke once you found your voice.

"That's a good girl" he spoke, before the next thing you knew you were back inside your bedroom and being thrown onto your bed.

"Clothes off Sweetheart, I'm going to fuck you first, then I'll explain everything" he commanded, staring you down as he slowly took his coat off and laid it over your desk.

"W-What?" You stuttered, looking at him with wide eyes, did he actually just say that so casually? He raised an eyebrow as he looked at you, waiting.

"I thought you were going to be a good girl tonight y/n" he spoke while slowly pulling your chair out and sitting down.

"I-I.." you weren't sure what to say at the moment, voice gone as you got lost in that golden gaze.

"I don't mind punishing you" he warned, and the look in his eye told you that part of him wanted to, wanted you to misbehave so he could. Deciding to play it safe, for now, you quickly took off your top and bottoms, leaving you in your simple lace panties, bra having been discarded earlier in the night. You watched his gaze darken as he took you in, golden eyes turning a bit orange.

"Come here" he spoke simply, but his tone told you that there was no arguing. Slowly you stood from your bed, taking careful steps over to him, stopping once you stood directly in front, your legs lightly grazing his knees. You slowly met his gaze again, those hard features and burning eyes, you knew anyone in your situation would have ran, but you knew David, and maybe some deep twisted part of you wanted this more than you even recognized. Wanted to be completely dominated by this man, this creature. Maybe you should have also not thought those things so loudly, if the absolutely predatory grin was anything to go by.

"Completely dominated huh?" He asked while leaning back in the chair, he watched as you gulped, listened as your heart picked up speed, smelled as a fresh wave of arousal hit you. It wouldn't take much to have you exactly where he wanted you, completely willing, completely his.

"On your knees Sweetheart" he told you with a low growl, and he watched as you instantly fell onto your floor, hands hovering just above his knees before lowering themselves to the ground. Good girl, you already knew to wait for his orders. He watched you watch him, watched as you tried not to show how much you were trying to gain some form of friction against where you needed it most. He could feel himself stir even more at the sight, could feel the inner beast trying to claw its way out, yelling at him to simply take you, stop these foolish games and claim what was his. He hated that feeling, hated losing control. Deciding to relieve both himself and you he tapped his belt buckle, eyes still never leaving you as you looked up to meet his gaze before setting to work undoing his belt and then pants, looking up to silently ask if you should stop or keep going.

"Well? You've been a good girl so far, are you afraid to unwrap your treat?" He smirked, watching the blush crawl up your neck and cheeks as your eyes went back to his pants. He lifted himself slowly so you could take them and his underwear off, pulling the material down to his ankles, stopping only because his boots got in the way. You went to remove them but he stopped you with a hand on your head.

"Those can wait" he told you, sliding his hand from your hair to cup your cheek, running his thumb over your lip before slowly parting them, watching as you wrapped your lips around his thumb, eyes sliding closed as you sucked the digit. David watched you intensely, feeling himself jump at the sight, and knowing that he wanted, no, needed your lips around him, now. Gently pulling his thumb away with the thinning self control he had left he opened your mouth, watching as your eyes met his.

"I have something better for you to use that pretty mouth on" he told you, watching as your eyes moved to finally take him in. He was average length, but pretty thick, a size that had you both clenching around nothing and also afraid of him not fitting. Again, reading your mind, you heard David chuckle.

"That's why we have to get both of us nice and wet, I think you know how to do that, don't you?" He asked, letting go of your mouth and leaning back in the chair, legs opening just a bit more.

"Yes sir" you nodded, sitting up a bit, hands finally touching his thighs, you could hear the low rumble leave him as he stared at you, you had taken a chance by calling him sir, but you had a very strong feeling he had that sort of kink, after all, David always loved being in charge.

"Look at that, I don't even have to teach you manners, you are already trained for me" he smirked, gathering your hair in his gloved hand as you slowly wrapped a hand around his length, feeling it twitch, before lowering your lips to close around the head.

"Already my good girl" he sighed, watching as you ran your tongue along the slit before lowering your head, hollowing your cheeks, and taking more of him in while running your tongue along the vein on the underside. What your mouth couldn't take, you hand took care of as you began bobbing your head, twisting your fist as you stroked in time with your bobs. You hadn't expected David to be a moaner or a talker, so when you only received grunts and huffs you knew not to be disappointed. You let those guide you, noting when he would tighten his grip on your hair, or when he would ever so slightly lift his hips, when he would hold his breath, or when his grunts sounded a bit more strained.

"Teeth" he grunted out at one point, tightening his grip on your hair again. You weren't sure what he meant, so you went off of what you guessed and prayed that it was right, you were doing good so far, you didn't want to fuck up now. Letting your teeth graze against his length you felt him stiffen, and instantly you feared you messed up, but that was when you heard it, the first moan, even if it was extremely quiet. With more confidence you let a little more of your teeth scrape along him as you worked, hearing his breath quicken once more. You chanced a glance upwards and noticed a sight you didn't expect, David with his eyes closed, head slightly tilted backwards, and mouth slightly open. Feeling brave after your achievement you decided to try something else. Sneaking your other hand up, you gently wrapped your hand around his balls, just as you took as much of him as you could and swallowed. Feeling him stiffen instantly, and hearing a clearly strained.

"Fuck" before his eyes met yours, orange gaze blazing before you were suddenly tossed on the bed, watching as he tore the rest of his clothes off.

"Did I say you could do that?" He asked, caging your body with his. You slowly shook your head but David caught your jaw in his now gloveless hand.

"Did I?"

"N-No sir" you replied, honestly a little scared, as well as turned on. David looked almost unhinged at the moment, like he was a breath away from just bending you over, and maybe that's what you wanted.

"So why did you think it was ok?"

"I-I just"

"Just what? You had been doing so well"

"I just wanted to make you feel good" you told him, and watched as he stopped, and blinked down at you. Honestly he hadn't expected that reply. He figured you were tired of playing the good girl role and wanted to disobey, wanted him to put you in your place, wanted him to just take you already…He hadn't expected you to tell him you were just trying to make him feel good.

"Just trying to please your master?" He asked with a smirk, watching as you nodded, eyes wide with an innocence that he knew was false, but God did you know how to play on that. He knew how dirty your mind was, he had read it so many times, times where you would come to the cave, wet and smelling like pure heaven. He wanted, no, needed to know what had gotten you that way, so he'd delve into your mind, needing to know if he'd have an easy kill that night or would it be something else, and what he'd find would cause his own stirrings. Things that you had read about in your little erotic novels, but played out by the two of you. You riding him, which he'd have to be convinced about. Him bending you over his motorcycle, that he could and would definitely arrange. Then there were the ones that filled your mind after you learned that he was originally a gunslinger before he became a vampire. It seemed your naughty little mind lived on the saying "save a horse, ride a cowboy". That heavenly smell surrounded him once again as you looked up at him, muttering such words that had his thin self control on the verge of snapping.

"Always wanna please you sir" you whimpered, slightly wiggling under him, no doubt seeking friction for the overwhelming heat that was bothering you. He decided to take pity on you, at least that's what he'd tell you, when really the beast in him was clawing at his mind for a taste of you.

"Such a Sweetheart" he smiled, leaning down to kiss your neck, chuckling as you leaned your head to the side, already willing to give him access to your blood, but that wasn't the taste he sought, at least not at the moment. Pressing gentle kisses down your collarbone, stopping to give your breasts attention, he swirled his tongue around your nipple before closing his lips around it, fangs grazing your skin as his hand came up to pinch and play with your other one, before his mouth and hand switched. Only when he felt like he had made you a breathless mess did he continue his journey down, hands sliding along your sides as he kissed down your stomach, pressing kisses to your hip bones before hooking his claws into your lace panties. His eyes met yours, a sinister smirk on his lips as you watched him tear your panties in half, the sound of tearing fabric meeting your ears while your eyes never left his. You watched him toss the pieces to the sides of the bed before he pressed kisses to your thighs, so close to where you wanted his mouth but never giving you what you needed.

"Beg" he told you, watching as your eyes met his again, having closed them for a moment.

"Please David" you whimpered, yelping slightly when his hand landed a smack on your thigh.

"Care to try that again?"

"Please sir, please I've been good" you begged.

"Have you? I don't think you have"

"I-I was just trying to make you feel good" you explained again, watching as he stared at you.

"Please sir, I promise I'll be good" you told him, gripping at the sheets, trying to will him to do something, anything to calm the fire that was slowly burning through you. Meanwhile David was fighting with himself, he wanted to tease you, have you a real begging mess, but the other part was clawing at him to just give in and take. This time he decided to give into that beast within and in an instant his mouth was on you, tongue swiping along your slit and watching as you threw your head back, a loud moan of his name tearing from your lips. He decided this time he wouldn't reprime you for it, mainly because he was becoming too lost in your taste, his own grunts muffled as he buried his face deeper, nose brushing your clit while his tongue dipped inside. He felt your legs close around his head, his hands still resting on your thighs, and again he decided to let it slide, instead grabbing your hips and letting himself explore you, commiting to memory every swipe of his tongue that had you moaning his name, every suck that had you gasping, every twist and turn that had your heart beat picking up and the beast in him clawing at the fraying seams of his control. He wanted to slam his fingers in you, listen as you moan at the fact that something was finally filling you, but he knew that his claws and that sensitive of an area shouldn't mix, so he settled on completely devouring you, being careful of his fangs as he brought you closer to your edge. Your legs tightening around him, hips lifting to try and get closer, hands grabbing at his hair while your head was thrown back, eyes shut and mouth open, begging him to not stop, telling him how good he felt and how close you were. He could push you off the edge in just a matter of seconds…could…but wasn't going to. Easily unwrapping your legs from him, he lifted himself away from you, watching as you whined and looked up at him with pleading eyes. Chest rising and falling rapidly as you slowly came down from the high he had built you up to.

"Why?" You whimpered, and David simply smirked as he wiped your essence from his face.

"You still had to be punished Sweetheart" he told you, watching as you pouted, head turned to the side while you tried to catch your breath. He chuckled at your pouting, knew how frustrated you were, because honestly he was at that point as well. He knew that playtime was up. Grabbing your thighs again he pulled you down the bed, wrapping your legs around his hips. He watched you gasp at being manhandled but he knew you liked it, he could smell that you liked it.

"Now, are you gonna be my good girl again? Or do I have to punish you again?"

"I'll be good I promise" you panted, wanting that high again that only he could bring you to, he'd make sure you knew that, that only he could make you feel this way.

"Good girl" he growled, reaching down to drag himself through your wetness, watching as your hips lifted slightly, trying to coax him in.

"Such a greedy girl" he smirked, before slowly entering you, watching as you threw your head back at the feeling of finally having him inside you. It took him a bit with how tight you were, but once he was fully seated he had to take a moment. Because right then, for the first time he felt overwhelmed. Sure he had partners in the past, but nothing felt like this, as if he needed more proof that you were his mate. And he knew that you probably wanted him to be gentle, but he knew that wouldn't be something he could offer, not this night at least.

"I'm not gonna be gentle Sweetheart" he felt he should warn you, felt you deserved to know before he just took you.

"I didn't expect you to be" you smiled, and he knew you knew enough of what was going on with him to know he was losing the control he loved so much, so he never broke the gaze you two held as he gripped your hips and pulled back, only to slam forward, watching as you threw your head back. He listened to your cries for him, your heartbeat singing as it sped up again. He watched as your eyes rolled back, mouth opened as you didn't even try to hide the gasps, and moans. He found his own eyes closing as he sped up, thrusts now slamming into you as the bed shook, his grunts were drowned out by your cries and that was ok, he didn't need to be loud, it was your job to tell everyone who was making you feel this good. Sir had long been forgotten and he couldn't find it in himself to care, wanting you to cry out his name until your throat went raw.

"Fuck" he panted out through gritted teeth, the feeling was picking up, the knot tightening in his stomach as he felt you grow tighter around him. Shit you were gonna make it hard on him to even fuckin last, especially when you were begging for him, begging for him not to stop, begging for him to make you cum, even begging for him to make you his, as if you weren't already. Your orgasm hit you both by surprise, you suddenly became like a vice around him and he immediately stopped, watched as you shook, you entire body trembling as you flew over the edge, he slowed his thrusts, gently rocking you through it, and also keeping his own orgasm at bay

He watched you blink before your eyes met his, looking up to see if he would say something about you cumming without permission, which, any other time he may, but right now he just knew he needed you to cum again, because you were absolutely beautiful when lost in pleasure. You watched as he unhooked your legs from him, instead lifting them as he pulled out and crawled over you, pressing his forehead to yours as he wrapped your legs around him again, his one hand coming up to hold yours, while his other game up to hold your jaw.

"You got another one for me Sweetheart?" He asked, not breaking eye contact as the hand on your jaw left for only a moment as you felt him enter you again, making you gasp.

"Yes" you whimpered, already lifting your hips to meet his.

"My little mate, always so willing" he smiled, fangs grazing your lips before he captured them again, he soon started thrusting again, and you moaned in the kiss, allowing his tongue to enter and dominate before he pulled back, fangs lightly grazing your lip and drawing blood, to which he quickly licked it up. His hips thrusting forward harshly as he tasted it, the flavor exploding on his tongue and heightening his sense to focus on the precious liquid that flowed just below the skin. He knew it would be dangerous to feed on you while you two were in the middle of this, he could lose any control he had left if he did, and he wouldn't know what to do if he killed his mate. So instead he focused on the other liquid you were producing, the liquid that was currently coating his thighs as he thrusted into you. Your moans were echoing against the walls and in his brain as he allowed himself to slip away, focusing on the feeling of your body sucking him in, gripping him tight in your soaking heat, God you were so hot against him. He knew his temperature was running hotter than normal due to the rut but yours was like fire. He was also losing himself in your scent, not just the scent of your arousal, but the scent that was simply you, a scent that he would never admit, but one that he loved smelling around the cave or against his pillow when you would take a nap in his spare room. He lost himself in how soft your skin was under his hands, how you completely gave yourself to him, willingly submitted yourself to a beast like him even though you had been told it was dangerous. How you were crying out for him, begging him, praising him, God your praises.

"Yeah? Only I can make you feel this good?" He panted against your lips, eyes still closed as he continued to lose himself.

"Fuuuuck, only you David" you told him

"Only I know your body like this" he growled, picking up speed.

"Only you" you panted.

"You're mine" another growl

"Shit..Only yours"

"Completely mine" he grunted

"Fucking…Always"

"My mate" he groaned, and you allowed your eyes to open slightly, expecting to meet gold but instead noticed that his eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed as his mouth opened slightly, hot breaths fanning your face.

"Say it" he panted, eyes not opening as he picked up his speed again, angling himself until he was hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars

"Your mate" you moaned, eyes closing again as your head fell back as far as his hand would let it, his grip leaving your jaw to grab the back of your head, forehead never leaving yours.

"My mate" he panted, breaking off into a groan.

"Fuck" he moaned against your lips, his control a hair's breath away from being gone, the faster your heartbeat raced, the less he had.

"Cum for me" he groaned, knowing he wasn't going to last much longer. The hand that had been holding yours quickly found your clit, rubbing circles that had to shooting towards your peak.

"Fuck! David!"

"That's it baby, let go" he surged forward, panting against your mouth as moans began to leave him, the sign that he was about to finish as well you realized. Your hands shot into his hair, pulling the locks until his face left yours and buried into your neck. It was something you knew you both wanted, something you had fantasized about, and something you know the rut would most likely want him to do.

"Make me yours" you panted, officially snapping the thin string of self control he had. Instantly his fangs sunk into your skin, drawing a high pitched moan from you as your legs locked around him, your body squeezing him as your second orgasm washed over you, and he was right behind. As soon as your blood entered his mouth he was gone, he knew you smelled like heaven, but you tasted like it as well, and that paired with your even stronger orgasm had him slamming forward, hips stuttering before stilling as he filled you, a deep growl leaving him and vibrating your chest as he pour himself into you, claiming you, marking you, just like his fangs did. He gave a few slow thrusts before he stilled and pulled his mouth away, his fangs leaving your skin as he licked up the blood that trailed out and sealed the wound, the only evidence being two small marks. You both stayed like that for a moment, his face still buried in your neck while your hand was tangled in his hair, the other running along the scratch marks on his back that you didn't even know you had made, he knew though, he quite enjoyed the tiny bit of pain.

"That was really dangerous" he spoke after a moment, drawing your attention to his gaze, now far less orange and far more gold, the red hue having disappeared.

"I think the danger started when I invited you in" you laughed, watching as a smile graced his lips.

"You were told not to, and here I thought you knew how to follow orders" he tisked, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Kinda hard to know which rules to follow when my master says the opposite of others" you smirked, earning a growl that vibrated your chest.

"Always my orders"

"That's what I thought" you smiled, leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss that he happily returned.

"You really like being called that" you joked, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Just means you know your role" he stated.

"Oh? So I'm nothing more than your pet?" You asked with a pout.

"You know you're not, you're my mate" he stated as if it were the simplest thing, which to him it may have been, but to you.

"What does that mean exactly?" You asked, watching as he just blinked at you.

"No like…is that what vampires call girlfriends or.." you trailed off when he started lightly running his finger over the bite marks he made.

"Why do you think I came here even though it was dangerous?" He asked.

"Honestly, I'm not actually sure" you told him truthfully.

"I actually figured you would just go pick up some random at the boardwalk" added while staring at the skin of his arm that you were currently drawing patterns on with your finger. You tried to hide the sad tone but you knew he could easily pick up on it, knew because he was soon turning your face towards him again.

"This doesn't work that way." He started, brushing your hair out of your face.

"None of us have ever been through this before, I'm the first. We just know about it from Max telling us" he explained.

"This rut, it's triggered by us finding our mate. In human terms I guess the closest thing would be a soulmate"

"So I'm…Your soulmate?" You asked, your smile growing.

"Far more than a pet now huh?" He smirked, leaning down to kiss you again. Chuckling when you pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.

"Would this be the right time to tell you that I've kinda had a crush on you for a while?" You laughed, watching as his smirk grew.

"Oh I already knew"

"Wait what?!"

"You think very loudly Sweetheart"

"Wait…How long have you been reading my thoughts?! I told you not to!"

"Long enough" he stated, while lowering his mouth to your ear.

"Now, let's see if you can last for longer than eight seconds Darlin'" he purred, a deep southern drawl ringing in your ears and you knew you were fucked…in more ways than one.

Of course I had to throw in some tidbits about my headcanon that David was originally a gunslinger from Texas lol.

Taglist

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Rip & Tear

Dwayne (the lost boys) x female (human) reader

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+ readers only! Breed kink, choking, blood play(?), unprotected sex, masturbation, daddy kink, p n v sex.

Minors DNI

Summary: Dwayne has his first rut.

Word Count: 2,407

Authors Note: Dwayne uses name “princesa” spanish for princess, sorry I had to have my fun;)

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Marko and Paul pranced around the cave howling with pure adrenaline, psyched for the hunt. Dwayne's eyes rolled back, annoyed. "What's wrong Dwayne, not in the mood for a little hunt?" David asked. No, he was not in the mood, he thought. His head was pounding, the last thing he wanted to do right now was chase after some ignorant human. He ignored David's questions protesting as he turned his back, he would much rather like to stay in his bed with you all night. Much to his luck, Marko had forced him out of the bed with a promise of never asking again, and you suggested it'd be a "good idea" sure it would.

Dwayne lived for hunts he was always eager to start, but after the first kill of the night, it became apparent to Dwayne that he was not getting any better. Sharp pains coursed through his body, making it hard to even walk. He didn't utter a single word to his brothers, quietly suffering and too embarrassed to tell them what was going on. Even when Paul asked why he was leaving them he lied saying his target had caught his trail and they were heading back out to the beach.

He secretly made his way back to the cave leaving his brothers behind. He had never felt physical pain, as an immortal his body didn't work that way. Maybe something was wrong with him. Dwayne groaned feeling another sharp cramp. He tore the heavy black leather jacket off him clumsily stumbling around the cave, knocking into David's wheelchair as he made his way through. He groaned head spinning as he reached his room, he slumped weakly against the bed, leaning his head back as another sharp pain hit his chest. He hissed through his fangs, squinting his bright red eyes in pain. Dwayne gasped as his cock strained against his denim, twitching as his hips bucked. He felt like an animal in heat, the air became hot and humid, so much so he could barely breathe. "Fuck" he grunted, grasping a hand around his bulge. Dwayne’s eyes squeezed shut, hips bucking wildly against his clawed hand. Through the midst of this, all he could think about was you, the sweet scent of your pheromones invaded his nose, and pleasure struck through him as he bucked against his hips again. You were close by. His voice caught in his throat, he wanted to yell out for you.

He clung onto the bed as he pushed himself up, his hands shaking angrily trying to get his pants off. He pushed the hem down, enough to free his cock. His thick shaft glistened with replete amounts of pre cum, red and swollen around his hand, veins pounding as he eagerly pumped away. His left hand clung to the wall for support. Hips bucking up to meet his pumps as he groaned and muttered curses under his breath. Your face was burned into his thoughts, he groaned again, eager to release his frustration. He moaned your name in between his strides, the thought of your tight cunt taking his seed bringing him closer to the edge. His cock twitched, shooting strings of cum across his abdomen.

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As soon as Dwayne and the boys had left, you prepared your bath. You could finally be alone tonight you thought, you quietly hummed a song carefully watching as the tub filled. You sank into the warm bath, smiling as you felt the warmth caress your skin. Your eyes shut as you lay still enjoying the silence and privacy. You lathered up the shampoo in your hands before messaging it into your scalp, in awe as the sweet scent of strawberries and cream hit your nostrils. The boys always liked to tease the smell of the shampoo even though Paul would steal it occasionally to wash his hair. He'd never admit it but when he started smelling like strawberries and your bottle ran low, all your money was on him. Dwayne felt so bad he got you almost a year's worth of it, claiming he loved the smell.

You washed off your body, almost done with your bath before you heard a noise coming from your room, the boys were never back this early but you assumed they had stopped by to clean up. Quickly, you wrapped your body in your silk robe in case one of the boys came to the bathroom. The cave was silent only the sound of your heart beating as you walked out of the bathroom calling out for your boyfriend. "Dwayne are you back" you called growing worried. You searched around before calling out again "Dwayne?" a loud commotion came from your room followed by the sound of glass shattering across the floor, you rushed over frantically. "Dwayne!" you cried out, you froze holding out your hand to cover your mouth from the sight. Dwayne stood there on the bed with only a bed sheet covering his torso, he leaned against the frame looking like absolute hell. His eyes were glowing bright red, fangs sticking out viscously as he panted, his hair stuck to his drenched skin. He didn't say a word, he just stared at you with fiery eyes, eyeing you like a piece of meat. Your voice caught in your throat, you'd never seen him like this, had something happened during the hunt?

"Dwa- Dwayne. Are you okay?"

Maybe that wasn't the correct thing to ask, but you didn't like the silence. His eyes scanned you, up and down, lips parting as he licked them quickly before they curled up into a sinister smile. Your heart palpitated as you approached the bed cautiously. "What's wrong" You grew worried, reaching out your clammy hand to tap his shoulder.

His skin was hot to the touch, sticky with sweat, was it a fever? he hadn't mouthed a single word. He watched carefully like a predator, you felt in danger something you never felt with Dwayne. He growled as his hips shot up slightly, his cock straining up against the sheet. Your eyes widened, what the hell was going on? You sat next to Dwayne worried, you couldn't imagine what he was going through right now."Dwayne-" you spoke again. He shot up with a deep and low growl, a wide smile grew across his pearly sharp teeth. "You have no idea-" his voice croaked, growing shallow as he crawled closer to you. "How much i’ve missed you" The words slipped out his mouth so smoothly, enticing you.

He yanked the sheet off him as he crawled over you, trapping your body beneath him. A look of pure shock slapped on your face, your eyes shot straight to his pulsating cock. The sight had your thighs shut tightly together, the ache between your legs growing hungry. Your breath caught as his lips drew closer to yours. "fuck- you smell delicious" he groaned, salivating over the natural scent your pheromones exuded.  Dwayne's nose slowly dragged across your neck, taking in the aroma. "Dwayne-" you muttered, his arm reaching over your belly, seizing the ribbon that tied your robe. The move made you shiver, nipples hardening as the cold air hit you. Dwayne groaned in pleasure at the sight, "I'm gonna rip you apart-" He purred. His weathered hands slithered around your neck, gripping it tight. "D- Dway-" You choked, clawing at his arm in an attempt to release yourself from the pressure. He smiled menacingly, enjoying the sight of you squirming right under his tight grip. "Don't worry sweetheart, I won't do anything you don't like" He smirked, letting you free from his grasp. You gasped for air, clutching your neck while desperately trying to catch your breath. He stopped you, locking your hands with his in a tight grasp above your head. "Stop that, you're not making this any easier-" He purred low against your ear "I know exactly what you need" his nose trailed behind your ear, taking in your scent again before licking at the bruise he'd made. Your stomach churned as he sucked your neck, you knew what was coming. Before you could even comprehend it his fangs pierced through your silk skin, pain shocked through your body. You squirmed, whimpering in pain once you felt his canines sink deep into the flesh. Even after feeling this pain so many times, you never grew used to it. You tried your best not to cry but the tears dwelled in your eyes. A deep growl echoed against your neck, Dwayne sucked the mark leaving you lightheaded the more blood he drew. "D-Dwayne" you slurred becoming drowsy, a sign that meant it was time for him to stop. Dwayne pulled away hovering over you, with hot huffs of his breath fanning over you. Blood dripped down from his lips to his chin, he smiled licking that last of the crimson liquid from his teeth "You taste so good".

Your eyes shut in an attempt to avoid his primal stare. The look of his vicious state didn't fail to turn you on, it should have scared you but it didn't, and you didn't want him to know.

"I know, just how much you ache for me, your not very good at hiding it-" he paused "I can smell your arousal" Your eyebrows furrowed with pure shock. Before you could manage to mouth a word Dwayne's mouth wrapped around your bare chest, licking harshly at your peaks. Loud moans escaped your plush lips as slick pooled down your legs. He bit down, shooting pain, pleasure, and ache straight to your core. "Dwayne-" you cried out. He muffled a groan in response, his hot tongue perpetually flicking against your sensitive flesh. "Oh- my-" you whimpered. His heavy veined hands clung to the back of your thighs, spreading them open. Dwayne's hips rolled against yours eagerly pushing his cock against your crotch. "Fuck-" his breath grew shallow, panting like a rabid animal. "You're so- fuckk-" he grunted again, burying his face in your neck, bucking his hips once more. The wet spot between your legs only growing. "You're so wet" He moaned, sweat beads dripping from his body, he couldn't take it anymore his shaft pulsated in pain as it probed your sensitive hole. "Pl- Plea~" You moaned, your throbbing core pitifully clenching around nothing. "Please what darling" he groaned "Tell me~ tell me what you want and I'll give it to you" He whispered against your ear. "I- I need you" You managed to blurt. He purred "Say it, tell Daddy what he wants to hear" 

your lips parted "Daddy please~ ... fuck me" 

His lips curled into a smile kissing your lips

"See how easy that was" he whispered.

To Dwayne, you looked like an angel, a poor innocent soul caught under his sinister grip nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Your innocence corrupting right under him, he liked that very much. He snarled, thrusting his cock slowly inside you. Your doe eyes rolled back into your skull, as ecstasy shocked through your veins in waves. "Oh~ Daddy" your lips quivered. His cock stretched your cunt vulgarly, slipping in between sticky coats of your juices. He made a deep slow thrust, giving you time to adjust. Embracing every nerve embellished in your walls that welcomed him in." Feels so good- doesn't it?" his breath grew shallow, picking up his pace slightly while you muttered a soft 'yes' against the nape of his neck. "You feel so good around me~" he grunted hingeing his hips against yours. He watched you intently, dark eyes full of pride as the ecstasy cascaded over your small frame with each slow thrust he made.

Your hands clutched his hair, pulling lightly as he buried his face sweaty face into your neck. The light gasps that flowed through your lips soon turned into high-pitched moans, driving Dwayne over the edge.

"I'm gonna bury my fucking seed deep inside you, fuck~ ahh that's what you want don't you" he took a deep long thrust into your core. Leaving you a mumbling mess, he had made a promise to breed you and he intended on fulfilling it. You managed to cry out a "Yes"

"Yes...you'll be the best daddy"

"Fuck~ yes I will!" he grunted

He placed his large hand over your belly pressing against the bulge he made. "feel that princesa that's me- and I'm gonna fill you up so good~ till you make me a daddy" he pressed down hard on your belly again, pumping up into you merciless. Moans and whimpers tumbled from your lips, the only words coherent enough being "yes" and "please" Tears stung in your eyes at the pressure, your walls tightening around him. He growled, rolling his cock deep inside you.

"My~ oh" you mewled, feeling his tip hit your cervix as he pumped into you depravedly.  "Fuck~ feel daddy's dick against your cervix, Princesa?" His eyes fixated on you, your lips quivered as your eyes fluttered shut. Dwayne smirked "Oh yeah you do"

Your nails dug deeper into his back, leaving marks behind.  Lewd noises filled the cave as Dwayne took you raw and rough. You never failed to impress him with how well you took him, you were so tight even after endless hours of fucking you relentlessly.

His body was hungry for more, never satisfied. He panted overheated, completely jackhammering into you. Tears streamed down your face, overstimulated in every sense imaginable. Your head became heavy, shaking along with each vicious thrust that shook your body against the bed. "P-Ple~" you shrieked, unable to even speak the words. It seemed like he had never fucked you so hungrily, something completely snapped inside him. He was a lust-hungry animal. "C'mon baby come for me again" He grew almost angry, almost frustrated completely stuffing you full. Brutally bruising your cervix with every stroke, and that's what broke you. You gripped his vast shoulders, releasing a pornographic moan as your walls compressed around his throbbing cock. Your body quivered uncontrollably with your orgasm "Fuck~ Princesa" he huffed. Dwayne's cock twitched, trembling against your hot walls. His rocking hips slowed, shooting his hot load deep inside your womb. He grunted, body finally relaxing as he spurted the last of his seed even deeper.

“I hope you know Im far from done with you.” He smirked.

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Fuck, this took me forever! It sure was lots of fun though;)

[britany1997]

mmmheyyy since you are the god of tlb fanficion (and the fandom worships you, including me)

i was wondering if you have any tlb headcanons to reccomend? thank you and i love you very much x

God of tlb fanfiction? Omg I’m blushing🥰 (don’t be nice to me I’ll fall in love with you😂)

Here are some of my favorites!! (All HCs by these authors recommended:) )

•Marko x GN reader w Stevie Nicks vibes @6lostgirl6

•The Lost Boys x Chubby Fem S/o @misslavenderlady

•The Lost Boys Forced Turning HCs @ghoulgeousimmaculate

•The Lost Boys and their fav Crust Punk Bands @pixielostboy

•The Lost Boys coming up behind you and sniffing your hair/neck @luv4fandoms

•How to know if the Lost Girls have a crush on you @kurt-nightcrawler

•The Boys in Rut @auntvamp

•The lost boys w/ a very emotional S/O @anna1306

•The Lost Boys favorite musicals @crustyraccoon

•Paul with a Werewolf mate @gothamslostboy

•where do the boys take their s/os on dates @slowlyoats

•TLB random spicy HCs @stabbershank

•Yandere Boys @the-faceless-bride

•random NSFW HCs @saltylandland

•TLB hand HC @consuming-karma

•What the lost boys call you @david-powers-simp

•Foods you eat with the Lost Boys @arenpath

•Too weird to die @alovesongshewrote

That’s all I can remember rn!

[f1nalboys]

broooooook my love!!! #31 with a lost boy of ur choice. literally ANY of those vampire skanks. pls and ty!! mwah!! 💖💖💖

im screaming and crying and creaming and moaning..... i mean huh? had to pick david bc he's a smug bastard and GODDDDD i love him... gonna TW this as dub-con but its not im just a pervert and i love this scenario so...... also the setting is inspired by this fic by @sunkendreams (who btw u all need to follow their stuff is SO good oh my god......)

david x gn!reader , possible tw for dub-con

He had grabbed you and pulled you behind a few of the game stalls, his lips rough against your own as he backed you into the wood. “David,” you had giggled, sighing into the kiss but gently pushing at his chest. “Someone could catch us!” You had expected him to chuckle, maybe kiss along your pulse point, but ultimately relent, taking your hand and walking back through the crowd. Instead, he grinned, his teeth baring at you.

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” He had purred and then you had frowned, pushing him away and straightening out your clothes. And here you were. Your eyes narrow and you look away from him towards the boardwalk, watching as dozens of people walk by, none the wiser to what was happening in the shadows.  “Oh come on, Y/N,” he says, tilting his head at you, taking one step closer. Your back was still pressed against the wooden boards of the stall and you realize you’re trapped. “Don’t act like you never thought about it before.”

“I haven’t.” You say stiffly, looking back over at him. He was menacing here, his already sharp features amplified by the moving shadows and lights. The sound of the crowds just to your right seem to die down as he moves towards you once again, his eyes both accusatory and amused. “I’m serious! Why would I want someone to catch us… you know?” You ask, your voice cracking at the end ever so slightly. He notices, of course; he notices every little thing about yourself that you wished he didn’t. He laughs.

David’s gloved hand rests on your cheek, tilting your head so you are looking at him. Despite the gentleness of his touch, you flinch ever so slightly. He grins, the carnival lights casting a strange yellow tint to his eyes. “So if I touched you… you wouldn’t like that?” He asks quietly, his breath hot on your skin. You feel our face heat up, but you say nothing. “You wouldn’t rut into my touch and moan like the whore I know you are for me?” He questions, the word coming out sharp enough to make you jump. 

You shake your head, but he can feel your hesitation, the way you swallow heavily, the beat of your heart speeding up. He hums, his other hand coming down to roughly cup you, deft fingers pressing against your crotch. The noise is ripped from you before you can cover your mouth with your other hand , your hisp bucking against his touch, and you close your eyes at the sound of his cruel laughter. His hand doesn’t move as he leans in, his lips right against your ear.

“Liar.”

[steviestits]

WIP Wednesday - Fic Naming

So, this was supposed to be posted last Wednesday, but well, you guys saw the anon. Anyway, I know it's usually you give me a title and I make up a story to go with it, but I suck at thinking up cool titles, so I thought I'd do a reverse of that game. I'll describe my fics, and you guys send in a title that you think will fit it. Or you can just send words of encouragement if you're as stumped as me.

All of these are ones that have their first chapters finished or are close to being finished. I thought I'd maybe attempt to post a bunch after my birthday. I think I might be slightly less busy then? Though, i feel like I'm jinxing myself by saying that.

And before I forget, WARNING! Dark shit is listed below! Expand the post only if you're into that sort of thing!

Addams Family Values AU - Everything that happened in the Addams Family Values movie happened exactly the same way except that Debbie/Steve lives and it's set in the omegaverse. Argyle is Eddie's adoptive brother and is married to Jonathan. El and Will are Wednesday and Pugsley. The Party are a combination of Joel. While Hopper and Joyce are Lurch and Granny. Eddie is a bit worried that his relationship with his mate will go stale if Steve keeps up these passionate murder attempts, so Argyle helps him think of a way to get him to settle down, which is to get Steve pregnant.

Canon Real DnD - Basically, anything that Eddie makes happen in his campaign happens in real life. It takes place pre-s4 then moves on through s4, but instead of Vecna, Eddie is using his author stand-in as the main villain and in turn grows more powerful. He, of course, abuses this power to make Steve into a blushing virgin who wants Eddie to fuck him and at one point, Eddie proceeds to feminize Steve. I want Steve to get pregnant at some point because of the campaign, I think, but right now, it's just something that's in the planning stages of the later chapters.

Cyberpunk Bitching Drugs - This one is one of the fantasy prompts that I'm expanding on. The cyber network in it isn't science-based and instead runs on magitech (my favorite kind of tech). In this, Eddie runs a pharmaceutical company that produces drugs/potions to help with omega and alpha medical problems. Eddie tricks his intern Dustin into giving Steve something that is supposed to help with his worsening ruts but in reality bitches Steve then Eddie gets him pregnant. There's also some light brainwashing as Eddie uses subliminal messages to manipulate Steve into thinking that he needs help with his ruts in the first place. Going try to get this to go through Steve's pregnancy, so it won't be a one-shot like System Hacked was.

Dark God Cult AU - When he was a kid, Steve was kidnapped and brought up in a cult where he was to be with Eddie (the reincarnation of a dark forest god) before the cops found him and brought him back to this parents. Years later, Steve goes on a camping trip with a couple of friends near where the cult compound used to be and one by one those on the camping trip start being ritualistically murdered. While the murders are happening, Steve begins having visions of himself as a pregnant goddess who makes love with an eldritch abomination aka Eddie. Heavily inspired by the Blair Witch Project, though there are some other horror movies in the mix, too. This one will definitely have a murder husbands vibe by the end of it.

Lost Boys Mermaid AU - The movie Lost Boys, except with mermaids. Steve is brought with his parents when they go out of town for business then they promptly ignore him and go to do their work. As he's wandering around, Steve comes across a supposed metal band, Corroded Coffin, and their lead singer, Eddie, becomes particularly enthralled with Steve, so much so that he begins turning Steve into a mer and his mate. Though, it does branch off from the movie in that, unlike David, Eddie succeeds in making Steve his mermaid bride and bringing him into his murderous pod.

Mummy (1999) AU - Based on the movie The Mummy (obviously) and has Steve as a former archeologist, who tanked his career after returning scarred from the horrors he saw when he was drafted into the Great War (WWI) and now more focuses on drowning himself to forget while attempting to help boost Robin's, his adoptive sister's, career. Nicknamed "King Steve" by some of the bars he frequently visits. Eddie is a Medjai warrior, who let a French Foreign Legion soldier go, not expecting her to survive the harsh desert. Nancy defied his expectations, and now Eddie must fix his mistake before the mummy that his people have guarded for centuries is released. There's also a small soulmates au plotline buried in it between Eddie and Steve due to me working the events of the Mummy Returns into the plot.

Omega Transmigration - Loosely, and I mean LOOSELY based on the show Outlander (which I've never seen). Omega Steve gets sent back through time and space to a medieval world where magic is real and elves are rebelling against their human oppressors. After helping an Elven boy with his modern day medical techniques, due to him being an EMT, Steve is brought directly into the stronghold of the elves. The leader there, Wayne, doesn't believe that Steve's intentions were altruistic and wants to have Steve hanged as a spy regardless. Eddie steps in and claims Steve is his true mate. Steve then goes through a process that turns him into a beautiful Elven omega and directly ties his fate to that of the Elven clan's. This one probably won't be that dark and will more follow Steve's struggle to fit in with the clan along with the war with the humans itself.

Omega Rehab - Uses a Victorian Clockwork Punk setting where Steve's parents are traditionalists. After getting into a few fights with alpha and running out of etiquette schools, Steve's parents convince him to try one last place before they leave him alone for the rest of his life, which is the Munson Omega Rehabilitation Center. Steve goes, believing that it will be more of the same, but the Munson Center has a different, more "scientific" way of rehabilitating the omegas that are sent to them. Eddie, of course, personally takes charge of Steve's training to turn him into the perfect little omega, who will happily carry the pups of his alpha without complaint. This one includes Steve training with mechanical sex dolls like in HoLN.

Pet Succubus AU - Steve comes from a family of witches who used demons to power their way of life. The higher up demons finally caught onto their schemes and slaughtered most of the family. Eddie took Steve as a pet, transforming him to have a woman's body before training him by way of fucking machine to become a sex addict. Once Steve is trained, Eddie turns Steve into a succubus and shows off his pretty little pet every chance he gets, keeping the new demoness stuffed full and satisfied. There isn't a lot of plot to this one, just more of an excuse to write extended scenes of Steve being trained by a machine as Eddie watches.

Royal Hypnotism AU - Someone called me a sick fuck over the original prompt, so I decided to make this one worthy of the name-calling. Set in a futuristic magitech society, King Eddie comes across Steve's small village and falls for him. He secretly buys Steve from his family and takes him with him to the summit where he's meeting his friends and fellow kings to discuss what's going on in their kingdoms. In Gareth's kingdom, where they're meeting, there's been some small rebellions, but Gareth stopped them by kidnapping the leaders and putting them through a feminization facility/factory and hypnotizing them in order to rewrite their memories. He proposes to send Steve through with the next batch and turn him into Grant's sister. Eddie agrees, and Steve is turned into a princess.

Time Travel AU - Redoing this one slightly, but I'm going to put it on the list anyway. What's different from when I first posted the snippet is that Steve is going to be feminized due to the portal that sends him back to the 80's. One, to make it more understandable why Steve doesn't recognize himself before he goes to the past. Then two, so that Eddie can get him pregnant, because I like getting Steve pregnant. Plot is the same though, Dustin sends Steve back in time to be the big sibling he always wanted and Eddie seduces Steve so that he marries him and stays in the past as a woman to become his wife and the mother of his children. Eddie might go a little darker than simply seducing Steve, but we'll see how it goes as I get through more chapters of the story.

Upside Down Transformation - In this one, everything that happened in s4 happened, only difference is that Eddie survived and Vecna is perma dead. They all return to their normal lives when Eddie notices that he's slowly changing, getting taller and stronger. His dick is getting bigger and thicker, too. He notices, also, that Steve is changing, too, but doesn't realize that it's to a different extent. Steve is humiliated to find out that he's going through the opposite kind of transformation, becoming more feminized. He tries to isolate himself, but Eddie barges in on him and catches Steve masturbating with his new pussy. The two fuck. They're basically the equivalent of alphas and omegas because of their bat bites and are the only ones in the world. I kind of plan to make it just a porny one-shot, but then because it's set in canon, my brain wants the government to capture them and experiment on them. So, it'll probably be a series, maybe, if this one receives positive feedback once it's posted.

[carleighalpha]

Heated Moments

David is worried about {Y/N} due to her being distant from him. However, one night changes that as a certain smell gives her away and David offers his help.

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.4K

Imagine: Fluff & Smut

Warnings: Loss of Virginity & Knotting.

It was like any other night, or it seemed to be. {Y/N}, the human, was on the other side of the room slightly fighting as she watched David talking to Dwyane. Star looked bored as she just rocked her legs back and forth on her bed.

This just sucks! {Y/N} thought as she felt slightly feverous. She could see David looking slightly puzzled at her, but she turned away from him to avoid eye contact. Most of the Lost Boys were Betas including Star. However, David was an Alpha and along with Dwayne. {Y/N} hated when David turned Star. Star wasn't interested in David or his way of living.

Being an Omega sucks ass! {Y/N} thought as she turned her head to see most of the group leaving for a feeding. Star even left, probably to lure people away and not feed, due to her not even wanting to be a vampire. {Y/N} shook her head and got up to go to her little corner of the cave. Her bed was well rounded with a black bed canopy to cover her space. She crawled in and got under the faux-furred blankets.

" {Y/N}?" David's voice made {Y/N} stiffen ass she felt a small heat beginning to pool in her belly, but she dulled it. David was worried about her, the two of them are usually attached to the hip, circling each other in a flirtatious dance, little kisses, and touches but as of recent, nothing.

Was she jealous of Star? Star isn't the girl I hold close to me and kiss! David thought as he saw {Y/N}'s {H/C} hair sticking out from her blanket.

" David, not now!" {Y/N} groaned as she covered up more, his scent was driving her up a wall. She wanted to touch him, having him hold her, To knot her! That thought alone made her slightly moan.

" {Y/N}?" David asked as he reached out for her. {Y/N} pulled her head out as David looked into her eyes.

What is it? David thought to himself, then as if on que, a smell hit David's nose, it smelt of sweetness and blood. His nose flared as he looked at the bundle-up form of {Y/N}. The thought hit him hard as he felt his member twitch. David then got down to {Y/N}'s level.

" Why didn't you tell me?" David asked in an alpha tone. {Y/N} felt slick exit her as the voice made her hotter, her inner omega begging to be unleashed, but she kept herself in a clear state of mind.

" I was afraid of anyone else who would find me." {Y/N} confessed as she rubbed her legs together.

" I can take away the pain." David said as he touched his girl's cheek, could he even call her that.

" Hold me!" {Y/N} whimpered as David quickly got his jacket off and shirt, placing them to the side of {Y/N}'s bed. He carefully got in bed as the Omega scrambled into his arms. His hard body against hers as she shivered. The bed canopy was closed as it surrounded them in darkness. David smelt something off about {Y/N} that made his blood slightly boil.

" Suppressants?" David asked as {Y/N} hid her head into David's chest.

" I was afraid of what Dwanye would do in an Alphas rut." {Y/N} shook, she was an unclaimed omega so David couldn't blame her.

" It's poison, you don't need them anymore." David hummed to {Y/N}, who shivered in his arms. David held her close, her body was burning up as she fell into sleep. He was glad he was cold. He could be everything she needed him to be. Her mate, her supplier, and her need. It felt a few moments before {Y/N} was rubbing against David, who groaned as his member began to twitch. The friction was making it insanely hard to control herself. {Y/N} woke up and turned to David, who had a slight sweat going.

" David! Please!" {Y/N} whimpered with the last remaining control she had.

" Claim me! I can't take it!" {Y/N} purred into David's neck. David looked at her for any heat talk and saw none. David then proceeded to kiss {Y/N} with heavy passion. He was finally going to get what he patiently wanted for the longest time.

" Alright!" David said with his signature smile. He kissed her again as he tore her top off with ease, letting his hand go up to her ribs to her chest, his fingers toying with her nipple as she practically ground against him with no hassle.

" Fuck!" {Y/N} groaned out in pleasure as every nerve in her body was on fire, every touch was amplified.

" That's it," Davids growled as he moved down her neck with ghosting kisses that let his girl a writhing mess. His cold touch was perfect for her burning body, her scent was like a drug to him and he had hit the jackpot. No amount of blood would ever replace this satisfaction for David as he kissed down her body and ripped off {Y/N}'s pants.

" Christ!" David growled as he saw {Y/N} was untouched down near her maidenhood.

" A virgin?" David asked as {Y/N} nodded. David smirked before inserting a single digit inside, this caused {Y/N} to moan loudly as David curled his finger before adding two more. {Y/N} cried out as she felt more and more slick exiting her.

" God fuck David!" She cried out in ecstasy. David couldn't help but lick a long stripe on {Y/N}'s core, shuddering every fiber in her body.

" I can't take this anymore! David knot me!" {Y/N} screamed as David smirked, he removed his pants and boots before being bare to his girl. The only woman he could see as his mate. David aligned himself to her core. Kissing her, David trusted slowly into {Y/N}, who tenses as David settled himself inside her.

" God!" {Y/N} moaned as David pulled out slowly and entered in again, {Y/N} cried out.

" Mount me!" Her voice held desperation as David's grin grew. He pulled out and got her on her knees before entering again. {Y/N}'s moans kept fueling David as he plunged deeply into her, every fiber in his body wanted her as he felt his face morph and fang descended.

" Fuck David!" {Y/N} cried out as he lifted her up slightly so her back was against his front as he continued to thrust inside her at a painful pace. It was the pleasure that she sought. David's hot breath against her neck as she felt his fangs against her shoulder.

" Do it! Bite me!" {Y/N} cried as she felt David's knot catching fast. That did it for him, David roared out and bit down on {Y/N}'s neck as his knot locked inside of her. Her blood was unlike any other. Taking very little, David soon stopped after two gulps of blood before licking {Y/N}'s claiming bite, sealing it.

" You ok?" David asked a panting {Y/N}." I'm better than ok David, I love you.' She whispered. David moved her head towards him and kissed her as his face demorphed. He laid the two of them on their sides so his knot wouldn't tug. Covering themselves up as the smell of sex and vampire musk filled the cave.

" This is gonna be a bit hard to explain." David said as he felt {Y/N}'s core milking him of everything that he was giving her.

" I don't care what they think as long as we are happy." {Y/N} said as she heard the familiar voices of the group entering the cave. There as the five entered they saw a slightly annoyed David and tired {Y/N} in an embrace.

" Holy shit it smells like an Omega was here." Dwayne yelled out.

" Don't look and go!" David told them, Dwanye looked at {Y/N} and smirked.

" I'm happy for you two!" He yelled before leaving with the rest. David groaned as {Y/N} wiggled her ass causing David to cum again. He nipped her neck and {Y/N} just giggled at this.

" You're mine." David said in a cocky tone.

" When wasn't I?" She asked before David just smiled and held her close.

[softcallofdutyimagines]

Can you do headcanons of adler,mason, woods, weaver and hudson in a relationship with a big age gap with them s/o?? I love your writting.

Dilfy hours strike again, bc I've currently lost motivation to draw, but not to create content ✌🏻

I'm going to let you guys fill in the gaps on age difference details, but I'd say at least 10 years for these 😌😌

Adler

It may not be people's favorite thing to talk about, but I strongly feel that Adler is the type to try and recapture his glory days by any means necessary

And if that means snatching up a younger s/o, he'll do it

He's still pretty hurt from the divorce, whether he wants to admit it or not, so this is sort of his way of making up for lost time

It's like the whole relationship never happened, right?

He can be young and carefree again, just like you are, if only he can get you in his life

Things are pretty normal otherwise though

He does what most any older guy in a relationship would do, and that is: almost whatever you want

He's desperate to have you stay

Forget the fact that you make him feel young again

He doesn't think he could take losing the love of his life again...

Hudson

Hudson's a pretty shy guy, and that's after you get under his robotic exterior

How he manages to land an s/o at any stage in life is a wonder, but now that he's at that middle age area...

Even more so

It feels a little cliche to fall for the younger secretary there in HQ, but he can't help it

What can he say? You grew on him

That's a rare talent indeed

He's skeptical of your intentions when things start off, so he takes it slooooow

But once he falls into the rut of things, he's happy just to be with you

Mason

Oh things are definitely rough going for Mason

He's got such a shit load of problems as it is...

Not to mention he's a dad

What would someone so much younger want with someone like him?

He doesn't take you seriously at all at first and sort of brushes off your flirting

However, he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to believe this was real...

When you do manage to earn his trust, he's head over heels invested

It's so nice just to have a partner again, he doesn't care about the age gap

... Just as long as you can make room for David too

Weaver

If you think Hudson is shy and guarded, whoooooo boy, you've got another thing coming

No one wants a s/o more then Weaver does, but he's so use to being turned down that when someone who wants him comes along...

It's hard to believe

He freezes up when you talk to him

Ugh, it's so hard, he just doesn't know how to react!

Perhaps it's the fact that you're so much younger and better looking then him that does it, but it's definitely something

He'll need some time to catch up and think things over, but once he gets over the surprise, he's totally invested

This ol boy is just one big teddy bear and, as long as you're cool with doing more low key activities, you'll get along great

He's not much for running around and getting wild these days

Woods

...Woods however, is the exact opposite

He loves the thrill of dating someone younger and all the exciting activities you can get up to

Does it feel a little strange at times? Sure

Is it incredibly difficult to find someone his age who has the same energy levels as him? Most definitely

Woods doesn't really see the age gap tbh, he tends to always see himself just as he was when he was in his 20s

It's really only if anyone points it out that the reality of your difference hits him

At rare times like that, he will occasionally question himself and wonder if he's really making the right decision in holding you up in a relationship with an old guy like himself

However, it's not usually too hard to talk him out of it or at least distract him long enough to get his mind off it

He just wants to live wild and free damn it, he'd take anyone who feels the same and can put up with him

[charlizekkelly]

bikes & blood; chapter XIII.

{poly! lost boys x oc}

unedited

word count: 2982 rating: explicit chapter warnings: murderous vampires, death, blood, slight gore, dark chase scene, non-consensual biting & blood drinking. bikes & blood masterlist

tag list: @henhouse-horrors @phantomenby

"𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲?" 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐲-𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭. "𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫."

Fear shot through Amara as David's yellowed eyes held her gaze, the predatory incline to his head embedding that fear further into her bloodstream. Amara hesitated, sparing the carnage around the bonfire a glance before she turned her head back towards David. She knew in that moment, when her eyes met David's, what the glint to those golden-yellow irises meant.

Fear shot through Amara as David's yellowed eyes held her gaze, the predatory incline to his head embedding that fear further into her bloodstream. Amara hesitated, sparing the carnage around the bonfire a glance before she turned her head back towards David. She knew in that moment, when her eyes met David's, what the glint to those golden-yellow irises meant.

Fear shot through Amara as David's yellowed eyes held her gaze, the predatory incline to his head embedding that fear further into her bloodstream. Amara hesitated, sparing the carnage around the bonfire a glance before she turned her head back towards David. She knew in that moment, when her eyes met David's, what the glint to those golden-yellow irises meant.

It was as that realisation registered within Amara's head that she turned and ran. A chilling yellow stare burnt into the flesh of her retreating back; a grin etched across David's face as the pounding of her fear-riddled heart filled his ears. Amara tried to calm her erratic heart, scolding herself when a stick snapped rather harshly beneath her boots, and despite the foolishness of running from the creatures beside the bonfire, she ran through the moonlit forest as fast as her feet would carry her.

Moonlight cast dark shadows across the forest floor, the stars above watching on as the bay-haired girl fled from the beach party massacre. The gentle beams of moonlight provided little light for the girl who ran from the monsters of the night; who ran for her life. Leaves crunched beneath Amara's boots, in tune with the erratic beating of her heart. And despite the foolish urge to look back over her shoulder, she forced herself to not look back, knowing that once she did, she'd be ridding herself of the tiny shred of hope that blossomed in her chest.

As Amara heeded the faint warning that had crept into David's voice, running like the startled little dove that David had mockingly called her. She ducked beneath branches, hissing with pain as low-hanging branches smacked against the bare skin of Amara's arms, scratching the sun-kissed flesh of her arms with no remorse for the terror that gripped the girl's heart in a vice-like hold. And, through the never-ending well of terror, Amara grasped a hold of the hope that grew within her chest—clutching onto it for dear life as she jumped over a fallen branch.

David's yellow irises seemed to glow in the flickering light from the bonfire as he set his attention on the three men that continued to glance in the forest's direction. He arched his eyebrows at the trio, the sharpened features that appeared both rutted and smooth emphasised by that gesture alone. A dark and equally enthralling chuckle spilled from the platinum blonde's mouth as he turned away from his companions and went after the brown-eyed girl—the addictive thrill of the hunt latching onto the intimidating blonde.

"Amara."

Amara stumbled as David's voice rang out across the forest like an enthralling whisper, taunting and yet filled with something else entirely. She paused, sucking in deep breaths of oxygen as she turned in a slow circle beneath the leave obscured sky. Fawn-brown eyes searched for the owner of the voice in the shadows. Equal parts hoping to find the owner and praying that it was merely her mind playing tricks on her.

"Amara."

Amara's heart leapt in her chest, echoing in her ears like a drum as she ran—fear flooding her bloodstream as David's voice ghosted across the night, drawing out the syllables of her name in a lazy drawl. Exhaustion begged her to stop running, but the terror that gripped her heart like a vice pushed her legs to continue moving; bell-like warnings deafening within her mind. Amara realised with jarring clarity that David was merely playing with her—herding her like a sheepdog herds sheep to the slaughterhouse.

And something within Amara knew David revelled in the terror and inner turmoil that he evoked.

"Amara."

Panic seized Amara as she ran, her pace hurried and fear-driven. A sob begged to tear from the back of her throat, hysteria creeping in as Amara stumbled over countless roots that broke through the ground, trees passing by in a fear-induced haze. Defeat reared its head, whispering honeyed words of solace that urged her to stop running from the golden-eyed beasts that lurked in the shadows of the night. A sharp snap echoed in Amara's ears as she spun around in search of the source; the snap resonating within her ears as she turned and smacked into a hard chest.

Amara stumbled back with a terrified scream that echoed across the moonlit forest. The dim light of the moon illuminated the planes of David's face, who grasped Amara's forearm with his gloved hand. Dread seared through Amara as she struggled in the blue-eyed biker's grasp, heart racing within her chest despite the familiar face that peered down at her.

With a huff of annoyance, David grabbed Amara's hands that shoved at his chest, pinning them behind her back with one gloved hand. Amara's heart continued to race, pulse pounding in her ears as David's chest pressed into her back, the air catching in the back of her throat when David's free hand wrapped around her neck—successfully crushing Amara's futile hopes of escape.

Amara stilled as the cool leather of David's gloved hand tightened with a silent warning, loosening the moment Dwayne, Paul and Marko appeared in front of them. Marko gnawed at the skin of his thumb, shifting from one foot to another as he came closer to the entrapped brunette. Paul followed closely behind the sandy-haired biker; blue eyes locked on Amara. Dwayne, however, didn't move. Those deep, umber-brown eyes focused solely on David from over Amara's shoulder.

"David." Dwayne tried, a somewhat exasperated sigh leaving his lips when the platinum-blonde raised his eyebrows in a manner that told the ebony-haired biker that he was listening.

"Dwayne." David drawled in the same manner that Dwayne had spoken in.

Dwayne eyed Amara, her fawn-brown eyes darting in almost every direction as the beating of her heart filled their ears with the rise and fall of her chest. And as Amara stared back at him, she hoped with everything in her that David would lose interest and let her go, an amused chuckle spilling from David's lips as he lowered his head so that his breath fanned across her throat.

"Aw, little dove. You would've never escaped." David cooed tauntingly.

Amara's eyes widened, her gaze coming to rest upon the two blondes that her subconsciousness found comfort in. David angled his head as he peered down at Amara, noticing the sudden shift of the brunette's attention as though she had gestured towards Paul and Marko with her hand. And still, Amara paid him no attention, forcing herself to pretend that he wasn't there. Mustering up her courage—though misplaced and unthought out—she threw her head back into David's face. A resounding smack echoed across the night, the back of Amara's head colliding with David's face harshly.

The hold David had on Amara wavered long enough for her to pull her hands from his grasp and shove him away. A dull ache to the back of her head throbbed uncomfortably as Amara spun on the heel of her foot, turning around so that her back was to Dwayne, Paul and Marko—eyes locked on the ivory-skinned biker before her; the prominent form of danger that sent her survival instincts reeling. The trio shared a look as though weighing up whether or not they should intervene, watching with keen eyes, as David didn't so much as flinch at the blow. Adrenaline pumped through Amara's veins, heart-thumping within her chest, her mind running rampage as she tried in vain to escape.

She took several steps back and away from David, colliding with Paul in her haste to create some distance between herself and the platinum-blonde who hadn't yet moved, jolting forwards as though Paul had electrocuted her when her back collided with his chest.

"Take it easy, chika." Paul chided playfully, a crooked grin across his face as he looked down at Amara.

Amara peered up at him in wonder, bewildered by how he acted like he hadn't just slaughtered a bunch of people. An odd sense of calm washed over Amara as she blinked up at the dirty blonde with the crooked smile; his term of endearment echoing within her mind, soothing her soul in some twisted way.

"Paul," David spoke lowly, a warning tone to his voice as Paul watched Amara tense before him.

Amara didn't have time to react as David strode forward and grasped her throat within his gloved hand, turning her body so that her back pressed against his chest in one fluid motion. His frigid gaze locked upon Amara as his contemptuous chuckle filled her ears, the hair on the nape of her neck rising with terror. Amara looked everywhere but at David as he angled her head back with one gloved hand, an amused glint to his eyes when Amara refused to meet his gaze.

"Cute," David uttered, an amused smile playing at the edges of his lips. "But you'll have to try harder than that if you want to survive."

Dwayne, Paul and Marko shared an anxious look. The trio knew David had become so enthralled by the hunt that his previous verdict would fall on deaf ears. The snowy-blonde focused only on the task at hand, his blue eyes swirling with a million different ways to make this worse for Amara. Paul and Marko looked to Dwayne, the silent observer of the group and their last hope for clarity within their churning minds, questioning the Wendat man with their eyes. Dwayne shook his head, warning the two that intervening would only do more damage than good.

Amara squirmed within David's grasp, frantically trying to escape from his hold as her eyes met Dwayne's; a silent warning etched deeply into his irises. A warning she neglected to acknowledge. "Tell me, David. Am I right to assume that sunlight isn't your friend?"

The trio froze as those words tumbled from Amara's lips, waiting with baited breaths of air for David's response as the platinum-blonde's eyes flashed with ungodly intent. "You're quite brave for someone whose life rests within my hands," David stated, emphasising his words with a firm squeeze to her bared throat.

Amara chortled mockingly, the grip upon her throat tightening as David bristled with poorly restrained annoyance. "Are you God now?"

"Even God steers clear of Santa Carla, little dove."

"He steers clear of Santa Carla for one reason, David."

His icy-blue eyes peered down at Amara; brow quirked with amusement as he kept her head angled up in a way that allowed her to look directly into his eyes. "And what, pray tell, is that reason?"

Dwayne, Paul and Marko held their breath as they waited for Amara's response. The trio noticed how Amara's eyes brimmed with an unwavering glint of courage. And, for the first time since the trio met Amara, they couldn't predict what her next move would be. They watched as Amara seemed to square her shoulders, lips curling into a taunting and yet confident smile as she breathed out her response.

"You are the reason. God turns his back on Santa Carla because of the monsters that roam the boardwalk. Monsters that slaughter innocents at bonfires on the beach."

David's face hardened into a stony mask of nonchalance, the hand that held Amara's throat tightening as his gloved fingertips dug into the sides of her throat. A grimace distorted Amara's face as she tried to pry herself from David's bruising hold. A malice filled chuckle that bordered on amusement echoed within Amara's ears; fawn-brown eyes locked upon the platinum-blondes.

"Monsters?" David questioned, rolling the word on his tongue as though it was something foreign to him.

"Anyone with eyes can tell that you enjoyed murdering that girl while she begged you to spare her." Amara scoffed with disgust, squirming within David's hold as though it'd ease the uncomfortable press of his fingertips on her throat. "You're a monster."

David's laugh rang out across the moonlit forest as he leant closer to Amara; the sound void of any emotion. "Monster, you say?" David leant closer, eyes downcast, and focused on his hand as he moved, brushing the bay-brown curls away from Amara's throat. "I'll show you a monster."

Amara's heart jolted in her chest, hammering against her ribcage as she shoved at the hard planes of his chest. David tutted; golden-yellow irises eclipsed by red, the bones of his cheekbones and eye socket prominent beneath his ivory skin. The scream that built in the back of Amara's throat diminished, crushed beneath the sole of David's boots as his teeth sank into the soft flesh of her throat.

Amara shoved at his chest. Panicked and fear-driven as a sharp, tearing sensation scorched across her throat; an agonising blend of terror and pain thrumming through her bloodstream in tune with the pounding of her heart. A crease formed across Amara's forehead as she frantically shoved at David's chest; a terrified sob falling from her lips when David merely tightened his grip upon her.

Marko shifted the weight of his body from one foot to another. Toying with the ruby-red jewelled earring that hung from his left ear. Taking in the scene before him as though he was watching it through a TV screen. Shock kept Marko rooted to his spot across from David and Amara; his mind reeling as it tried to comprehend what was going on, circling back to the way Amara frantically shoved at David's chest with unveiled terror.

Paul was the first to move, lunging forward and gripping the collar of David's obsidian-black trench coat. A snarl tearing from his throat when he dislodged the platinum blonde from Amara's throat. His lips curled into a deathly sneer to reveal the elongated canines and incisors of his vampiric teeth as he bared them at the platinum-blonde. Paul's gaze strayed from David long enough to give the swaying brunette a once over. The yellow of his irises filled with anguish as he noticed the way Amara clutched at the crook of her neck with wide, frightened eyes.

Dwayne moved quickly, grabbing ahold of David's arms when he moved towards Amara with an animalistic hunger throughout his eyes—golden-yellow irises locked on the brunette that swayed, frozen in place with wide, dazed eyes. Shoving the anger that seared through his chest aside, knowing that David didn't see Amara standing before him through the haze of his mind. Dwayne growled lowly, snapping David from the haze across his mind as the platinum-blonde blinked several times.

David turned towards Dwayne with a slowness that portrayed the intimidating blonde's disorientation and regret; yellow eyes engulfed by the glacier-blue that the Wendat man was familiar with. David masked the guilt he felt towards the trembling brunette that clutched onto her bleeding throat, watching with a look of disinterest as Marko approached Amara hesitantly; his steps slow and measured as the haziness of shock fled his mind.

Amara stared at the sandy-haired blonde. His jacket that she'd grown to love appeared jarring and bright; the patchwork jacket only reminding her of the reality filled with laughter and banter. This reality that Amara had stumbled across was leeched and stained with blood; much like the crimson that stained her hand that she pressed to her throat. Amara panicked as Marko reached out towards her, batting the blonde's hands away from her with terror-filled eyes. Amara sidestepped Marko, evading the worry stricken blonde as she turned and ran.

The trees passed by Amara in a blur. The thudding of her heart echoed in her ears; lacing together with the thumping of her boot-clad feet on the forest floor. Moonlight guided her way as she raced through the forest, dodging bushes, rocks and fallen branches with adrenaline-driven ease. Dazed, disoriented and fear-riddle, Amara lost track of the time it took her to run from the monster she'd left behind. She barely registered the moment her boots came into contact with the bitumen of the boardwalk's carpark—focused on making it through the night.

A shaky scream tore from Amara's throat as she collided with a solid shoulder. Barely registering the two mousy-brown haired twins that stood before her; eyes darting in almost every direction as though David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko would appear from the shadows of the boardwalk. Amara choked on a sob, relief flooding through her veins as a wave of dizziness swept across her; squinting her eyes as she fought the fatigue that had crept into her bones.

"Amara?" Came a muffled voice before she staggered, black spots clouding her vision as her eyes slid shut.

Amara caught the indistinct uttered curse, warmth encasing her as she felt herself get scooped up into someone's arms; the abyss of unconsciousness engulfing her as an overwhelming feeling of safety spread through her.

The safety she couldn't find within the company of killers.

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[luv4fandoms]

Are you going to write David’s rut?

I actually just started on it! Now that I have an idea of how David would act during his rut lol 🦇

[luminnara]

my current kinktober notes:

Day 1: squirting

Day 2: CNC - dubcon WW ganondorf, kiribaku abo, todobaku abo, alpha winter soldier,

Day 3: edging -bakugou, kirishima,

Day 4: cockwarming -kirishima, ganondorf

Day 5: teratophilia -vampire todoroki, werewolf bakugou, pig ganon, vamped out lost boys, demon bakugou, dragon kiri, nagas,

Day 6: heat/rut - kirishima, bucky, cat quirk reader, lots of abo,

Day 7: pegging - bakugou, paul

Day 8: breeding -alpha todobaku, gerudo ganondorf, todoroki x reader (+finding out), kirishima, werewolf bakugou (male and female reader)

Day 9: exhibitionism -lost boys

Day 10: voyeurism -lost boys

Day 11: praise -hawks, david

Day 12: degradation -hawks, david

Day 13: impact/pain -bakugou,

Day 14: oviposition -

Day 15: size difference -ganondorf, kirishima

Day 16: cock rings -male reader sub x bakugou, kirishima, sub bakugou, blackguard?

Day 17: teasing -dabi staples, hawks wings,

Day 18: cucking -kiribaku, lost boys,

Day 19: bein CUMMED ON -bakugou,

Day 20: werewolves -bakugou (male and female reader), derek hale, kirishima, dabi, literally all of them. lost boys x werewolf?

Day 21: blood -lost boys, vampire todoroki

Day 22: bondage -aizawa,

[ramble-writes]

Hola <3 I love your work!! I would love to see your take on Danny Johnson (ghostface) with a Gn or male S/O who is also a slasher! I hope you have a good day! <333

What's funny is that you caught me at a good time of a dream I had I was a killer. Couldn't speak for shit but I had a scythe :v And you kinda strike me as a duel wilder so das what u gonna get gods i need to write more Anyway enjoy this tiktok too lol. Also from now on any sort of Entity mentioned is Sock nao LMAO unless otherwise. And Imma go for a male reader here.

A Killer for a Killer

TW: blood, mention of attempt of r*pe, minor gore

Don’t forget to like, reblog, and follow if ya wanna see more! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

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It was a gift you were given from the Entity. A gift of a single mori. That sausage bodied lizard had dragged you a charm of a green head for whenever you feel the need to use it... Which you did upon the next trial you went into.

It was in Coldwind Farm: Torment Creek. The artificial sunset lighting honestly felt warm on your face before you tugged up your scarf to focus on the task at hand. Moving forward, you progressed into the cornfield where you hoped to catch sight of a survivor so you know who you’re going up against. The sound of a gen being worked on caught your attention that you got low into a crouch, then lept up and crashed down onto not one, but three survivors. Bill, Felix, and your least favorite: David.

You hit someone, hearing one of them cry out and feeling the warmth of blood on your hands. Looking up you spotted Bill hobbling away in a hurry with his hand holding his now injured arm where you see the damage you caused. A gash from his bicep that spans to the back of his shoulder. 

You didn’t give chase, instead you went and chased after Felix. The more injured, the more harder it is for them to heal each other to survive. Catching up with the German man, you brought your blades down to create an X gash on his back, smiling at the way he cries out . He stumbled over his own feet from how blinding the pain was and landed on his back that he yelped. With a grunt, you flip him over to grab him and slung him over your shoulder to make your way to the nearest hook.

A gen went off which drew your attention and you made your way over. You saw a flash of blond and heard the familiar sound of legs flopping around in boots. Looking over, Kate was running off with a toolbox in hand. You went to go chase after her, that was till a bright blinding light went off that you couldn’t see. You took the time to furiously rub your eyes before looking around to see David. Great. You remember vividly that the last time you had an interaction with him that he socked you in the face hard. And some... “attempts” were made had you not grabbed his throat and ripped it out with your bare hands.

A growl rose in your throat that you lost track of the others. Th others noticed and did their best to hurry along to not witness the oncoming slaughter. Dwight can vouch for it when he saw how you had ripped into the brute and shoved his heart into his mouth. He only had gotten as far as removing your pants and grabbing at your dick, but you had reacted fast upon realization and a knife to the shoulder had got him to get off. End result was blood that coated your arms up to your elbows.

You couldn’t kill him yet, so you were stuck with hooking him for now. Felix, the ever observant, slowly made his way over while taking glances at David and carefully got your attention. The way your head snapped to glare at him made him jump a bit before clearing his throat.

“Would... Would you like for me to unhook him?”

You realized what he was going to do and the tension in your shoulders relaxed a bit before nodding. The German went over and unhooked the Brit who had started to struggle when he noticed the sudden alliance. Blondy made a run for it from the other’s wrath, but he didn’t get far as you brought one of your knives down hard on his back which knocked him flat on his face. His scream broke out when that dirty, bloody hook slipped back through the hole in his shoulder, but it tore open more that he tearing of muscle was audible.

Once again, Felix approached and looked to you as David started to struggle from having to keep those horrid claws of the Entity. It’s strange how such a small lizard is also an old eldritch being that feeds of the suffering of others, when the reptile likes any kind of bugs or veggies in his little gullet. But you didn’t question it. Sock is fun to keep on your shoulders and watch struggle having to get over small ledges.

David was off the hook again, but he wasn’t safe from you. Felix made a run for it the moment you advanced forward. Mind you, he went off on the brute when Dwight told the others what happened. His words were met with retaliation and slurs like calling him a “Nazi” due to Felix’s German roots.

Along with Felix, Bill and Kate had escaped thanks to the luck of a key being found. That left you with David, which you took your sweet, sweet, sweet time to make an example of him. You may have gotten some “inspiration” from a certain killer with how you made his still living body a display. Gut torn open, intestines pulled out and formed to make the Star of David to mock his name despite it being a common name. As a last show, you had cut off his dick (which you cringed after realization) and stuck it in his mouth as the very life faded from his eyes.

Trial over, back wandering a sort of forest that serves as an in-between for those without realms, you felt satisfied. You felt eyes on you, watching your movements even though that’s common in this hell. A shift of wind, a soft whisper of words that sounded amused graced your ears.

“That was quite the show that was put on, my dear~” The voice purred. Strong, yet gentle arms wrapped around your waist to pull your form close to a more sturdy one.

“My pretty boy all gory and satisfied I bet~”

This made you chuckle as you turned your head to see the familiar mask of the Ghostface pushed off to the side to show one half of his face.

“And I’d do it a thousand times over. Didn’t know you were watching, Danny.”

The taller man let out a low breathy laugh before tilting your head up more with rough leather gloves holding your jaw to then grace your smiling lips with his. The kiss was deepened when you managed to loop an arm around his neck, a hum rumbling in his chest that you snickered a bit and broke from the kiss.

“I may have drawn some inspiration from you on leaving a lasting impression on people~

“I’m touched~ And honestly, I think a sort of prize is deserved.”

You arched a brow, only to let out a yelp when Danny picked you up and peppered your face and jaw in kisses and nips to your neck. You didn’t need to question what the prize was. With Danny, it’s obvious since the sight of blood and dead gazes get a rise out of him and drive him mad like a male rabbit in a rut. But hey, you never minded a single bit.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Want You Bad ~ S.S. (part 4)

A/n: ahah hello...... help.

Word Count: 6000+

Warnings: This part mentions David Karofsky’s attempt, so be aware of that. Also some past bullying, and homophobia/transphobia. Self hate. Body dysphoria. Mentions of past experience with suicidal thoughts/self harm. Disassociation.

MASTERLIST

The interactions between Y/n and Sebastian after Valentine’s seemed so incredibly performative, but it was nice too, so neither of them brought it up. They just fell into this rut of Sebastian being painfully flirty and Y/n shooting him down, and then squabbling a little before one of them scoffed or rolled their eyes and went quiet. It was all soft compared to how insistent Sebastian was known to be, and how nasty Y/n had shown he could get. It was even nice. They sat next to each other in class and even studied together, as well as Warbler stuff. They even ate lunch together. Every time they ran into each other - an average of times per day that was steadily growing - there was an exchange that, looked at, could easily be simplified to: they were into each other but refused to admit it, and this is as close as they could get to actually flirting without making out, because Y/n didn’t want to just have sex and that was all Sebastian was willing to admit he wanted.

Y/n reasoned that he kind of liked Sebastian. The tall boy was testy and had a mean streak for sure, but the worst thing he’d done thus far wasn’t absolutely terrible. Y/n had seen things a million times worse. Sebastian had only meant the slushie to hurt Kurt’s chest a little. I mean, Coach Sue had RECENTLY taken wire cutters to the pianos and ran an entire campaign to demolish the Arts while slipping in her apparent theory that in a few years or decades we’d be ruled by the Chinese. Somehow she’d managed to be cruel, mean, and racist in one go and she was disliked and had lost the election, but… not by much. And she had her good days. If stuff like that could pass for some level of acceptable, Y/n could reason that a prank gone wrong could slide by fair enough.

Sebastian hadn’t meant to hurt Blaine or anyone that severely, and he hadn’t faced it because he was prideful. Y/n wasn’t happy about it, and wished Sebastian would grow the fuck up, but… there was a sort of sweetness to him too. He cared about the Warblers and had intense school pride. He just wanted to win, and he was being an idiot about getting to that goal. At the very least Y/n could just not hate him, and they could coexist peacefully if nothing else.

That was ruined of course when Y/n got a call from Finn.

“He did what?” Y/n snapped, knuckles turning white as he gripped his phone.

There was a long pause. “You didn’t know.”

“Of course I didn’t know, I would have-” And then Y/n stopped dead,the blood in his veins going cold. “You guys thought that I knew. You thought I knew about the slushie too didn’t you?” Finn didn’t say anything, for a very long time. “Okay listen here. I’m not part of New Directons anymore, and that’s left me in the territory of the enemy, I get it. Sebastian is doing some unforgivable things, but I’m still your guys’ friend. I’m still the same Y/n that-”

“The same Y/n that used to be in love with someone like Kurt? The same Y/n that fought for what he wanted but knew to back down because real love was doing anything to make the person you love happy, even if it meant they were happy with someone else? Because that Y/n taught me that. And this Y/n… well, whoever he is, he performs love songs with Sebastian Smythe and looks at that snake like he’s food and you’re starving, or like he’s light after you’ve been trapped in the darkness. You look at him like I look at Rachel. It- what even WAS that?”

It was Y/n’s turn to be quiet. “You can’t control your feelings, Finn. You can control how you react to them though, and when I say that I’m around him constantly and have never properly acted on these stupid feelings I don’t even want to fucking have because I don’t want to like him with every fiber of my being, I mean it.” Y/n scoffed. “But you’d have known that if you’d asked me about it, instead of just making assumptions and storming off.” He almost paused, but then didn’t, refusing to leave Finn time to reply. “I hope your marriage with Rachel goes great. Congratulations on that by the way. You worry about that and I’ll worry about MY love life, and maybe we can talk about it one of these days like the friends we used to be, because you know what being around Sebastian has ultra sucked but I’m dealing with it because I dreamed of Dalton for YEARS and surprise surprise - I’m still the person who fights for what he wants.” And then he hung up, tossing his phone on the bed.

He almost expected to have his phone blow up, or at least some message from someone… but it didn’t, and that didn’t really surprise him. He was getting used to people letting him walk away. A new experience compared to the years that his friends and himself had spent running after each other to make sure they were all okay.

A feeling of cold, sharp loneliness was creeping across Y/n’s body, just under his skin. He closed his eyes tightly, running his hand through his hair. He didn’t think about it before he kicked his bed frame. It was loud, but didn’t damage anything. Other than his foot, which was throbbing for an hour afterward.

Y/n lay there for a long time before he felt his anger slip away. He should have been doing better. More. He should have been making more progress on pulling Sebastian back from attacking his friends. But he hadn’t, and Finn had been right about that. He’d let Sebastian’s charm satiate him until he was silent, with a side of playful bitterness. Y/n picked up his phone and texted Finn.

You were right. I’m sorry.

He didn’t wait for Finn’s response. The other boy didn’t owe him one.

Instead, Y/n slipped his phone into his pocket, making his way around the school to the places Sebastian most often populated. To his surprise, he actually found the boy in one of the piano rooms. The exact piano room that he and Y/n had their first moment. The day that had started it all. Y/n hated the room now. Almost as much as he hated himself for the small part of his gut that bloomed with fondness for the room, and the memory it held, and the boy who sat on the bench, playing keys here and there as he figured out what seemed to be a mash up he was working on. He looked tired and adorable, and Y/n swallowed the urge to hit himself for realizing it.

Raising a hand, Y/n tapped his knuckles on the doorframe. Sebastian turned, eyes lighting up when he saw Y/n. He straightened up, brightening, before he saw the look of rage and disgust on Y/n’s face. “What have I done now?” It was in that same performative, tired way. A little flirty. Like a joke. Y/n wasn’t joking anymore.

“Photoshopped nudes?” he snapped.

Sebastian’s smirk turned into a grimace. “You’re so short sided. It’s not that big of a deal. We win! It’s over. The worst that happens is that-”

“You make a joke?” Y/n’s tone was dangerous. Sebastian hesitated, knowing exactly what was coming. “You know Sebastian, I…” he felt the breath leave his body, but words didn’t come out. He tried again. “I don’t know what I thought actually. That I was going to make you better? No, I didn’t think that. I thought you WERE better. I thought you were harmless and just reckless. But that’s not it. You’re conniving and intentional and cruel. You’re a bully and you hide behind a sweet smile and pretty eyes and you make endless promises and pretend to be good sometimes so people will like you. But you’re not. You’re a bad person, and I cannot believe I EVER thought I-” he cut off again, looking away.

“Thought you what?” Sebastian scoffed, but there was something in his voice that sounded… painful. It hurt to hear and Y/n wanted to scream at how it made him pity this asshole.

“It doesn’t matter. Because I was wrong, and you don’t deserve… anything. Least of all the truth. Being mean is fine. Santana is mean. But she knows you can take it. And sometimes she crosses a line, she did with Finn so many times. But you know at least she woke up one day and realized there were better things to do.”

Sebastian stood. “What better things are there to do exactly?” He moved close, so that the boys’ breaths mixed in the air and the space between their chests was a tangible feeling. “She got a girlfriend. She was bullied herself. Raked across the coals for being a lesbian because she was a coward. Well guess what, Y/n? I’ve been through all of that and back again and-”

“And all it did was make you into the people you hated,” Y/n interrupted. Sebastian froze. “Do you remember when you were younger? When their words bore into your skull and dug under your skin? Did you ever sit awake at night, too sore to sleep? Because that’s a LOT of the gay experience these days, and I seriously doubt that you’re this mean just because someone said your hair doesn’t look good with your blazer.”

That made Sebastian roll his eyes. “My hair looks great with my blazer.”

“That isn’t the point,” Y/n snapped, shoving Sebastian further into the room. The boy stumbled, eyes wide for a second. Y/n only stepped after him, shoving him again and again as he talked, driving his words into Sebastian with force. “Bullying is the single most destructive thing a person can do other than literal murder. Because that’s what it is. If someone isn’t strong enough… if they don’t have enough people to fall back on, or if they can’t handle the pressure. It’s destructive. You’re paving a path of desolation and trying to distract me with pretty smiles and it worked up until this point.” Y/n’s arm came up as he pressed Sebastian aggressively against the wall that was now directly behind him. Sebastian’s eyes darkened, but Y/n was too angry to read what emotion crossed through his eyes. The boy licked his lips, swallowing, and Y/n felt himself get even angrier. “That shit gets people killed, Smythe. At the very least, it stays with you forever. I STILL remember Mike Landon. Fifth grade, he said that I could never make it as- as a-” He almost revealed that he was trans, until a hot white fear wrapped around his vocal chords and choked him. 

Sebastian seemed to think that Y/n’s silence was for something else, because as his voice faded and his face contorted, eyes blinking as he tried to focus his mind, Sebastian’s hands came up, wrapping around Y/n’s shirt. The shorter boy’s head was already spinning, and they were already too close. He didn’t have a chance of stopping Sebastian pulling him into a kiss. And you know what, maybe if it was under literally any other circumstances, he might have kissed back. If they weren’t talking about this, if Finn hadn’t given him that call. Maybe if it had been a day sooner… but none of that was the case.

As it was, Y/n pushed Sebastian away. “What is WRONG with you?” He screamed. Sebastian’s mouth moved but nothing came out. “I don’t want you Sebastian. Not like this. You know what? Not any way actually. If all you got out of all of that was kissing me, then I-” he scoffed. “God I genuinely hate you. I HATE you, Sebastian Smythe. Don’t come near me anymore. Not for class, not for lunch. If you talk to me during Warbler stuff more than necessary I will hit you dead in the face and you’ll take it because of the nudes and the slushie and I will drive Finn and Blaine to move against you and I will step against you if asked. I’ll volunteer. Stay the hell away from me.” He turned and left, racing to his room where he immediately closed and locked the door.

His heart was racing and his lips tingled.

Y/n hands curled into fists so tightly it hurt. His brain was a mix between the way Finn’s voice had shaken when he’d told Y/n about the nudes, and the echo of Blaine’s scream in the parking lot… and the feeling of Sebastian’s lips against his own.

“FUCK!” Y/n screamed, hands wrapping into his hair. He pulled, closing his eyes trying to release the anger he was feeling. The disgust. He turned and saw himself in the mirror and felt sick. Only then did he remove his hands from his scalp, which was beginning to ache. Instead, he rushed to find any material that would work to cover every single mirror he could. There were only three: the one in the bathroom, the one at the vanity, and the full body one that was attached to the front of the door to the closet. They were all large so it was a little difficult but he managed it. Then he paced, trying to burn more of that rage before he hit something.

He was disgusting for having feelings for a man like Sebastian. Someone who destroyed and tore apart for fun. Someone who didn’t care about commitment or feelings. All he cared about was drama. Sebastian fed off of discomfort and irritation. He was a machine for negativity. He didn’t like Blaine, he liked how much it bothered Kurt. He didn’t like Y/n, he liked how much it bothered Y/n that he liked Sebastian. He didn’t care about anyone but himself. He didn’t care that he’d hurt Blaine, and he was willing to ruin Finn’s life in order to get Rachel to step down. He was willing to play dirty. He was willing to do anything, all for the spotlight and the victory.

Attention.

That’s all Sebastian cared about.

Y/n managed to make it to the next rehearsal before he lost his entire mind. He skipped school, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to focus or pay attention anyway. Instead, he slept in. He took a long, very hot shower, and then he got ready. Sebastian didn’t even look at him. Or, if he did, Y/n was pointedly not noticing. When someone asked the same question they do at the beginning of every rehearsal - what ideas anyone had for songs to do a little improvised number with to warm up before they got the real stuff - Y/n was quick to answer.

“What about ‘Attention,’ by Charlie Puth?”

The boys all perked up. Except Ethan, who seemed to see the rage playing across Y/n’s face, under his perfectly constructed mask. The two boys had gotten to know each other very well. They knew things like how Ethan was actually quite messy, even though he came to school every day and looked perfectly pristine. Or how Y/n used music as a coping mechanism. Small stuff. Nothing serious like Y/n being trans.

However, with the information he did have, Ethan was the first to support Y/n’s idea. “That’s a great idea. Why don’t you lead it?”

Y/n smiled. “If everyone’s okay with it.” It was then that the rest of the boys seemed to pick up on what Y/n was trying to be lowkey about throwing down. Every time Y/n led eagerly, it was always because he had something to get off his chest, and nearly all of it had been about Sebastian. It had led to a few more showdowns that the boys had been feeding off of. But right now… Y/n looked poised for an attack. He looked terrifying.

Sebastian stepped forward. “Please. Show us your best.” And if he was okay with being attacked, then no one was going to stop it. Any problems between the two boys were usually solved like this, and if it meant less drama in the long run then why not?

So everyone stood and began, and Y/n didn’t even give Sebastian a second glance, but they all knew who he was thinking about as he sang.

“You've been runnin' round, runnin' round, runnin' round throwin' that dirt all on my name cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I'd call you up. You've been going round, going round, going round every party in L.A. cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I'd be at one.”

It felt so good that Y/n felt himself relax. That usual persona he put on for performances - the unbreakable, fiery spirit unphased by anything - as long as Sebastian wasn’t involved - came alight, except this time it was directed at every single boy other than Sebastian. It was new, but the other boys were super into it, even the ones who were said to be straight smiling or winking or smirking at the way Y/n looked at them. It was all completely harmless, and they were just having a good time. It was a relief.

“I know that dress is karma, perfume regret - you got me thinking 'bout when you were mine. And now I'm all up on ya, what’d you expect? But you're not coming home with me tonight.”

He moved around the room, slithering through the crowd, and the other boys began to move through him. Like a human wave, but with bodies instead of arms. It was kind of cool actually, and the fact that he could grab a jacket and pull someone around, or push someone out of the way made him feel that power again. He was center stage and he was rocking it. For just a second, he could stop the arguing and the blackmailing and the salt and the disgusting feeling in his chest every time he saw Sebastian from the corner of his eyes. To his credit, at least the taller boy kept his distance like Y/n had told him to.

“You just want attention, you don't want my heart. Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new. Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start: you're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you.”

Ethan moved closer, his smile wide and contagious. The two boys focused on each other, and eventually Y/n’s anger released into pure flirtiness that matched all the times Sebastian had tried to make moves on even Blaine. Ethan cut off for a second from backup to laugh and it made Y/n light up. He lost himself in the whole show of being “mad” and “betrayed” by Ethan, as if his friend was the actual reason Y/n had wanted to sing the song.

“You've been runnin' round, runnin' round, runnin' round throwing that dirt all on my name cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I'd call you up. Baby, now that we're, now that we're, now that we're right here standing face-to-face, you already know, already know, already know that you won-”

Y/n noticed the other Warblers exchanging looks, but it wasn’t for the goofing off between Ethan and Y/n. He made the mistake of following their eyes and seeing a familiar rage on none other than Sebastian’s face. He seemed beyond irritated. The only thing that Y/n could think of was the previous day when Y/n had pressed Sebastian to the piano room wall. Right before they’d kissed… well Y/n didn’t want to think about it, and he was living off of finally pissing Sebastian off after all this playing at being completely unaffected, so he only ignored the other boys more. Flirted harder. Ethan’s face went red.

“I know that dress is karma,” Y/n began.

Behind him, the Warblers sang, “Dress is karma,” to echo him. 

“Perfume regret,” Y/n continued. “You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine.”

Once again that echoing backup came, and Ethan moved closer to Y/n, loudest of all of them due to his proximity. “You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine.”

Y/n’s smile was radiant. “And now I'm all up on ya-”

“All up on ya,” Ethan sang back, and he winked. Y/n swallowed a laugh. This is what show choir was supposed to be like. They both knew Ethan had a boyfriend, and that neither of them was emotionally available to the other. The flirting was playful and innocent and fun and intoxicating because of it.

“What you expect?” Y/n moved back, shaking his shoulders as he moved from Ethan to another boy and then another. They all kept that energy, but never quite met where he and Ethan had been. It was kind of a disappointment. “But you're not coming home with me tonight. You just want attention, you don't want my heart. Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new. Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start - you're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you.” He slid away, turning to face a pretend audience, and the boys moved behind him. “What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh?” 

“What are you doin'?” they echoed back.

“What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh?” Y/n’s arms went out and he slid across the carpet, his chin popping up and then dropping again in a small, sassy head nod, asking a question to the wall. A question he wasn’t willing to direct at the person who he wanted to, because he refused to give Sebastian anymore of what he wanted most.

“What are you doin'?” Came the dutiful echo.

“What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh?” Y/n circled his hips fluidly, pulling it into a step out as he just danced. His moves were easy to mirror and a glance back revealed that the boys were mostly following, if just a second behind. It worked perfectly - Y/n made the move when he sang, and when they echoed they copied him.

“What are you doin'?” Came their voices as they all circled their hips, legs extending into a sideways step.

“What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh?” Y/n continued, but this time he didn’t wait for an echo, knowing it wouldn’t come. “I know that dress is karma, perfume regret. You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine. And now I'm all up on ya, what you expect? But you're not coming home with me tonight-” He broke off, a sudden silence filling the room. It was brief though, as Y/n actually knew this song very well, and he was prepared for the sigh that the genius Mr. Puth put directly into the song. He inhaled, and he felt that bubbling rage and burning disgust and white hot hatred. When he exhaled, he closed his eyes, and imagined it all leaving his body. He felt light. Empty. Like he was floating. For a second, everything was perfect.

Then he had to sing again.

Hands planted on his shoulder and spun him around and there was Sebastian, to Y/n’s shock. But whatever the taller Warbler saw in Y/n’s face, it was not what he wanted to see. When Y/n sang next, there was a blissful detachment as he smiled through the words. “You just want attention, you don't want my heart; maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new. Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start - you're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you-”

“Over you-” To give Sebastian credit, he didn’t stop singing.

“What are you doin' to me? What are you doin', huh?” Y/n continued, unphased. Sebastian’s hands ran down Y/n’s shoulder, but Y/n just raised an eyebrow, as if to say ‘that's all you got?’ as he simply kept going. 

“What are you doin', what?” Sebastian sang back, rather professionally, even as panic crept into his eyes. Y/n didn’t understand why, but it felt genuine. Seeing Y/n have a complete detachment from Sebastian made Sebastian… afraid. He did a decidedly good job at hiding it though, and he definitely didn’t give up trying to seduce him. “What are you doin', to me? What are you doin', huh? What are you doin', to me? What are you doin', huh?” Y/n realized the question was sincere, and the smug smirk on Y/n’s face that it brought up made Sebastian layer armor on more thickly. But it was too late. Y/n already knew. “What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh?” Y/n ripped himself from Sebastian’s hold just in time for him to step backward as the song ended.

An intense, suffocating silence lay across the room like a thick blanket in the middle of an Arizona Summer. The two boys faced each other and Sebastian went to step forward. Say something. Before he could, Ethan stepped around him, breaking the tension and saving everyone from having to see a face off that wasn’t just fun and games music stuff.

“That was great!” Ethan complimented. Looking away from Sebastian was a relief. If Y/n was really honest, those feelings of tenderness and care were still there and he didn’t want to even think about them let alone entertain them. It was easier to beat them back when Sebastian desperately pleading eyes weren’t burning into Y/n’s soul.

“Thanks.” The word held a lot more than just being a response to the verbal complement, and Ethan nodded in understanding. “So. Rehearsal?”

And for now, that was the end of it.

-

Y/n went into his lunch break with a dozen missed calls from Kurt. There was no other move to take than to call him back - he could eat later. The phone rang twice before Kurt answered. That’s when Y/n knew it was bad, even before Kurt started speaking… and then it got even worse.

Kurt told Y/n everything. The secret admirer Valentine’s Day stuff. The surprise date. Being found. The backlash. The many, many missed calls that had Kurt near tears with worry. The… the attempt. “Listen I know the last time you talked to one of us was with Finn, and things have been a mess of complication and you probably don’t want to hear about this-”

“No, I don’t,” Y/n agreed. He shook his head. “But not because I don’t care, or because I’m mad at you. All that matters is that David is okay, and that you absolutely do not blame yourself. I don’t care about all of the what if’s you can find to muster. It doesn’t matter. He’s okay, okay? That’s what you’re going to focus on.”

Kurt was quiet for a very long time. “Listen Y/n, I came to you because… the other kids don’t understand. They can’t wrap their heads around it. Quinn even gave him crap for it. And they’re still going. Trying to coerce him in- into trying again.” Y/n’s heart stopped. “And I know this isn’t something that’s especially easy to talk about, but I knew… I knew you’d understand.”

Perhaps Kurt knew more about Y/n than he liked… but to be fair, Y/n knew just as much about Kurt. “Are you okay?”

That actually made Kurt laugh. It was a dry, humorless sound. It made Y/n flinch. “You heard something that is going to upset you because of your past and you’re asking if I’M okay?”

“Yeah,” Y/n offered lamely.

Kurt sighed. “No, I’m not. I won’t ask, I already know your answer. I just um… God Squad is going to give him an edible arrangement. I need my best man by my side for this one.” Y/n almost smiled. For a while, Y/n and Rachel had been Kurt’s best man and woman, even if they didn’t particularly like each other. After the fall out, Rachael and Y/n had been even more at odds, but Y/n had never stopped being Kurt’s best man.

“Yeah, for sure. When are we going?”

They went that day, but it all passed in a blur. Y/n mostly stayed in the back and supported Kurt when he needed it. Offered a few kind words. Then they went home. Y/n got into bed and didn’t change out of his clothes or even fall asleep. He just stared at the ceiling, his head ringing with the sound of the heart monitor.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

When his alarm went off, he did shower and change into something clean. He sat and scrubbed for hours, trying to get even the memory of white walls and sanitizer off his skin. Then he was dressed and was off to school. That day passed in a blur too, and he was sure that if Sebastian came anywhere near him, he didn’t say anything. Y/n couldn’t remember what they learned in class… but he’d taken excellent notes, so it seemed he’d be fine. If he really needed help later he could ask his teacher. It would be fine.

Things hit the fan when he headed to practice. On his way there, someone grabbed his arm. He flinched, pulling it away strongly. No one had touched him since the call from Kurt except in accidental, brief bumps. And that arm… not that arm.

Y/n’s eyes slid up to find Sebastian’s face. He felt ickiness all over him as he suddenly wished to go back to that night when Sebastian had kissed him. He wished that he could get a hug now. Hide in the other boys’ tall frame. But he couldn’t, because being emotionally unstable was not an excuse to be an idiot. Not for him. “I can’t- Please don’t- Please not now.”

“Listen, I…” Sebastian pursed his lips. “I heard about David Karofsky, and I know that you guys went to school together. I asked around, got some backstory. I didn’t mean to pry, I just didn’t know how you would feel about… this. Um-” He swallowed, and he looked so vulnerable and regretful and human that Y/n wanted to cry. “Listen I deleted the Finn pictures and I called a meeting with Satana, Blaine and Kurt to talk about this stupid feud. I’m gonna talk to the others today but I’m sure none of them will be opposed to dedicating the competition performance to your friend. And I was thinking of doing a donation of some sort too. I just wanted you to be aware that I’m not coming at you today with a fight in mind. You… you have every right to absolutely hate me, and I know it means nothing but I’m going to apologize to everyone. I figured I’d best start with you.”

Y/n looked away, crossing his arms over his chest. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Anything,” Sebastian rushed.

“Don’t lie to me.” That stopped Sebastian short, like he’d been slapped. “Please don’t… don’t take me at my weakness and mold that person so I can just be the little boy who likes you again okay? Don’t play pretend. Not with me.”

Sebastian’s eyes fell to the floor. “You know what, I’m not even surprised.” He looked up again, and the sincerity in eyes hit Y/n hard. He was barely holding on. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, or even believe me. Not until I prove it to you. Just know I’m going to.”

Y/n slid his hands into his pockets. “Whatever.” He turned away and they walked the rest of the way to the Warbler room together, a fair distance apart.

Sebastian told the others about the plan, explaining the news he’d gotten and how Y/n was connected to it. They did some figuring out details, but Y/n mostly sat back. Ethan sat with him, rubbing his back. Once Y/n caught Sebastian looking at the two, from a distance. He realized now what that anger had been last time. He could see it again. It wasn’t anger at all, it was jealousy. Sebastian saw the way Y/n was comfortable around Ethan, and he hated that it wasn’t him. Y/n had seen that look a million times in the mirror, and on other people. It was most prominent in slow moments. When there was nothing else to mask it. 

Pushing that down, Y/n tried not to think about it. As he so often did. He couldn’t handle it right now. He had to be strong. When he could handle it… well, he’d have to figure that out another time.

It was hard though when Sebastian changed the songs they were going to perform. Hard when he made a beautiful performance to lay out in David’s name. He seemed so genuine. Passionate, even. For once Y/n saw him driven to do something good, and it was more attractive on him than anything else Sebastian had done since Y/n had known him.

It was a last minute pull to do something to acknowledge what had happened, but Sebastian pushed them harder than ever. And they pulled it off. Of course they did. They were Warblers.

Sebastian fronted the first song, and Y/n was more than willing to hide in the back. He got lost in the performance, and listened to the words like he had been to keep himself going through the dread that was trying to crawl up his spine. Unfortunately, the Warblers hadn’t let Y/n slide for the next song. They thought it would be best if Y/n fronted at some point. To make a stand, since he’d known David personally. So he did. It felt nice to sing in front of a crowd, his boys behind him. Sebastian behind him. When it was over and they took their seats, Y/n didn’t mind that Sebastian sat next to him.

When New Directions went on, Y/n was surprised to see Sebastian stand up before him to cheer them on. When the girls came on to sing “Stronger”, the two boys’ hands bumped together and Y/n hesitated, but then he took Sebastian’s hand. It was the other boy’s turn to be surprised as he looked over at Y/n. Y/n leaned close so he could be heard over the performance when he said, “Thank you. For this.”

He leaned back in time to see Sebastian smile softly. It was a new look on him, and Y/n had to say he loved it. “I’m glad you’re a Warbler, Y/n. I’m glad you’re one of us.” He leaned in to say it and then away again, and they were close when “Here’s To Us” began playing.

Sebastian looked away first. Y/n appreciated it, honestly. Sometimes the things you didn't do mattered more than the things you did, and if Sebastian had leaned in, Y/n would have kissed him and then he would have regretted it. Sebastian had a perfectly good opportunity to manipulate him, and he hadn’t. If anything convinced Y/n that Sebastian was serious about being different, that did.

Maybe there was more to Sebastian Smythe than Y/n had realized. Perhaps Y/n wasn’t as done with him as he’d wished.

[emwritesfootball]

Her Majesty's Men 7 | Mason Mount

Word Count: 1,415

Warnings: declan being an ass, more stripping, more mason/reader sexual tension xx

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Her Majesty’s Men take off after that.

Victoria makes one Instagram post about her night spent at the club, and suddenly, everyone is showing up. Women come from all over England just to see them perform. Suddenly, money is coming from all directions. Stonesy is able to hire a PR team and an agency that starts talking about the tour.

It all gets so big so fast.

Money Mase and Dangerous Deccers start making house calls to bring in extra press. It’s exhausting but the money can sometimes be even better than a weeknight at the club, and now they need the money because Stonesy thought they should only do Thursday-through-Sunday shows.

They knock on the door of the mansion in front of them, the music blaring even behind the closed door. The two of them are dressed up like the City of London Police, looking intimidating when a woman answers. “Hello, Officers. Can I help you?”

“D’You live here, Ma’am?”

“Well, uh, no, but I-”

“That’s fine,” Mason says, pushing past her and stepping inside. “We’ve been getting complaints of noise and underage drinking here. Is everyone over age?”

The room is full of women well over-eighteen and they all nod. “Well, we’re gonna have to see some ID all the same,” Mason continues, pointing in the direction of the room filled with women. “Can you accompany me in here, please. When’s your birthday, Ma’am?”

“Uh, M-May,” she stutters, so flustered by this intrusion she forgets her own birthday.

“You are definitely not eighteen. I’m gonna need you to place your hands on the wall; spread your legs. Everybody sit down - we’re gonna be here a while. Now, do you have anything sharp on you that I could stick myself with?”

“N-no, Sir.”

“Good. Because I do.” That was the cue for Mason to rip off the tear-away pants, leaving him in briefs with the toolbelt still around his waist. Declan turned up the music as the women started to cheer. He spotted Victoria in the crowd, giving her a wink and a nod before he turned back to her friend and finished up the lapdance.

The two men worked the room, money flying everywhere as they thrust their hips and flexed their muscles. Victoria was the last woman left, spreading her legs eagerly as Declan sauntered over to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he started the lapdance, rutting against his barely-covered cock-

“What the HELL is going on?!” Came David Beckham’s voice.

The music shut off, everyone suddenly freezing where they stood. Time stopped.

“David, I-”

“No! I don’t wanna hear it!” David was furious, the centre of his rage focused solely on Victoria and Declan. “You told me it was one time, Victoria! You told me I’d never have to see this… this boy again, yet here he is in MY HOUSE!” David stormed towards Declan, shoving him. “Get the fuck off my wife!”

“Whoa whoa whoa, what’s going on?” Mason cut in, throwing himself between Declan and the football legend. “We just got a call to come to this house party, and-”

“What you ‘got’ was a call from my wife to get her little boy-toy over here so she can have an excuse to fuck him in our bed. I want him out of my house!” David roared, advancing on Mason now.

“O-Okay,” Mason said, holding his hands up in surrender. “We’re leaving right now. Dec? C’mon.”

“No.” Declan’s face was hard, defiant as he stepped towards David. “Victoria told me you were okay with this. I don’t know what she told you, but that’s what she told me.” Declan got in David’s face. “I’ll leave, but you haven’t seen the last of me.”

Declan let Mason drag him out by the arm, the adrenaline racing through both of them.

“What the hell was that, Dec?!” Mason shouted as the two of them drove back to Declan’s place. “Victoria Beckham?! Really?! How long has this been going on?!”

“Since the fundraiser. She seduced me.”

“And you let it happen? Fuck, Dec, I thought you knew better than that!”

“I thought I did, too, mate, but she… god, she really knows her way around a man’s cock. Stonesy was right: this investment was a great idea.”

“No, Dec! No, it wasn’t! God, don’t you see what Stonesy has turned you into?”

“Yes, I have, Mase! He’s made me a goddamn star! I thought I’d never get to hear crowds of people chanting and screaming my name again, but here we are! They. Love. Me. Me, Mase! I didn’t think that was gonna be possible again after I lost football, but John’s done it.”

“John?! Since when do we call him anything but Stonesy?! Fuck, Dec. You might know who you are now, but I sure as hell don’t.”

The rest of the drive was spent in tense silence, both men fuming at the other. Mason pulled into the drive, cutting the engine. He banged on the door of your place, breathing a sigh of relief when you answered. “I’ve got your brother.”

“What happened?” Concern instantly makes its way onto your face. You want to reach out and comfort Mason, but you don’t. The two of you have barely interacted since your almost-kiss, but something about his demeanor tells you that he needs you.

“I don’t know the full story, but we’ve just come from the Beckhams’ and-”

“Wait. As in ‘David and Victoria Beckham’ the Beckhams’?”

“Uh, yeah. And, apparently, your brother has been shagging Victoria for the last few I-don’t-know-how-many months.”

“He’s what?!”

“Yeah.” Mason gave you a wide-eyed look. “Things got a bit heated tonight. I tried to talk to him on the drive, but he’s so far gone on Stonesy’s little fucked-up plan to take us out of London that I don’t-”

“Wow. It’s really gonna be like that, eh?” Declan glared at Mason and then turned his attention to you. “Money Mase has you so wrapped around his finger, doesn’t he? Is this all part of your plan to turn everyone against me? God, mate, my own sister?! You think me screwing Vic is bad but you’re shagging my sister?! That’s low, even for you.”

“Mason’s not shagging me, Dec! And really? Victoria Beckham?! Look at yourself! I thought this was going to be a bridge from football onto your next thing. I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Expecting what? Me to be a star?! Well, wake the fuck up, bitch! I’m a star! Dangerous Deccers is a goddamn star! The women scream for me, they cheer for me! And Victoria Beckham is shagging me over her goddamn husband! So, who’s the real winner here, ‘cause it certainly doesn’t seem like it’s either of you two.” Declan growled, pushing past you and into the house.

“Wow!” You whispered, sharing a look with Mason.

“Yeah…” Mason trailed off, letting out a sigh as he scrubbed a hand over his face. “I’m sorry he called you a bitch.”

“It’s not your fault, but thanks. I doubt he’ll apologize in the morning, anyway. When he gets like this, he-” you paused, shaking your head. “Well, anyway. Thanks.” Without thinking, you hugged him, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Thanks for bringing him here and just for… everything, really.”

“My pleasure,” he replied, running a soothing hand up your back. “I was just looking out for Dec. I didn’t expect it to turn out like this.”

“I know you didn’t. It’s okay, Mase. Really.” You looked up at him, taking his face in your hands. Your eyes searched his face before you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Good night.”

“Can we go out sometime? A proper date. I wanna take you out.”

“Mason,” you sighed, releasing him as you stepped back. “You know we can’t. I’m me and you’re-”

“A stripper? You can say it, ya know. It’s not a bad thing. I told you once before, it’s how I pay the bills; it’s not who I am.”

“I know. But you’re also Dec’s best friend.”

“Forget about all that. If I was just some random guy you met and you didn’t know who I was and I wasn’t your brother’s best friend, would you go out with me?”

You bit down on your bottom lip. “Yes. I would.”

Mason smiled wide and your stomach dipped. “Give me a month, and just promise me that when I show up here again, you’ll say yes to a date?”

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[cardest]

London playlist

London - since 43 AD it has to be one of the more fascinating cities on Earth. Such a rich history. From Shakespeare Theatre to the music from there today. I just had to put a London playlist together. From Soho to Brixton, from Highgate to Clapham  what a collection of songs! It’s over 350 songs and it could easily expand to 400. **I have a separate England & Wales playlist coming, so, stay tuned for that**.

To play the songs, hit the link right here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_ntP663JhZl-hvn9EwFp9L

ENGLAND & WALES playlist is coming soon! What songs have I left out? Let me know! Add your own songs! Cheers. Pip pip, tally ho!

LONDON 001 Generation X -  Day By Day 002 The Clash - London Calling 003 Austin Powers  - theme song (Soul Bossa? Nova ) 004 The Kinks - Dedicated Follower Of Fashion 005 Killing Joke - Empire Song 006 Black Sabbath - Wicked World 007 The Who - Welcome 008 The Damned - Neat, neat, neat 009 GIRLSCHOOL - LONDON 010 007 theme song 011 Motorhead - Motorhead 012 Wire - Ex Lion Tamer 013 David Bowie - Maid of Bond Street 014 The Misfits - London Dungeon 015 Rolling Stones - 016 The Adverts - Bored Teenagers 017 Siouxsie & The Banshees -  Spellbound 018 Penny Dreadful - Soundtrack - Main Theme 019 Eurythmics - Love Is A Stranger 020 The Cure - Subway Song 021 Adam And The Ants -  Puss 'n' Boots 022 Iron Maiden - 22 Acacia Avenue 023 COIL - Fire of the mind 024 Public Image Ltd - One Drop. 025 LUSH - Breeze 026 Bliss Signal - Surge 027 The Pogues - Misty Morning, Albert Bridge 028 PhD - Won't Let You Down 029 Birthday Party - Hats On Wrong 030 Eddy Grant - Electric Avenue 031 Help Yourself - Reaffirmation 032 Grave Miasma - Gnosis of the summon 033 Roy Ayers - We Live In London Baby 034 Led Zeppelin - The Rover 035 Gang of Four - What we all want 036 Pet Shop Boys - West End Girl                 037 Sleaford Mods - 6 Horsemen (The Brixtons) 038 Paul Young - Love of the Common People 039 The Saint (original) - Theme 040 The Human League - Dont You Want Me 041 Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen 042 The Beatles - A Day In The Life 043 Def Leppard -  Love bites 044 The Stranglers - Another Camden Afternoon 045 The Kinks  - See My Friends 046 Elton John - Bennie and the Jets 047 Suede - Moving 048 Queen - Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy 049 Cliff Richard & the Shadows - She's Gone 050 The Rolling Stones - Start Me Up 051 Loop - Fade Out 052 Jah Wobble's Invaders Of The Heart - A13 053 The Magnetic Fields - All the Umbrellas in London 054 Wendy Carlos - Title Music From A Clockwork Orange (From Purcell's Music For The Funeral Of Queen Mary) 055 The Police - Every Little Thing she does it Magic 056 Cockney Rejects - The Greatest Cockney Rip Off 057 Spandau Ballet - Spandau Ballet Chant No.1 058 The Pretenders - Middle of the Road 059 The Who - Dogs 060 The Jam - London Girl 061 Cradle of Filth - Hurt and Virtue 062 Joy Division - Isolation 063 Nick Drake - At the Chime of a City Clock 064 Sham 69 - Cockney Kids Are Innocent 065 Deep Purple - Mandrake Root 066 Throbbing Gristle - Hit by a rock 067 David Bowie - Rubber Band 068 Roxy Music  - Do The Strand 069 Slaves - Cheer Up London 070 T. Rex - London Boys 071 Kirsty MacColl - Autumngirlsoup 072 New Model Army - Archway Towers 073 Scorpions - Lovedrive 074 Isaac Hayes - Doesnt Rain In London 075 Peter Tosh - Buk-In-Hamm Palace 076 The Slits - Typical Girls 077 Pharaoh Sanders - Midnight In Berkeley Square (Instrumental) 078 Blue Cheer - Girl From London 079 Sex Pistols - Satellite 080 Judas Priest - (The Hellion ) Electric Eye 081 UFO -  Lights Out 082 Joy Division - Digital 083 Muse - Uprising 084 George Harrison - All Things Must Pass 085 Robert Palmer - Addicted To Love 086 Fine Young Cannibals - Blue 087 New Order - Blue Monday 088 Würzel - Midnight In London 089 Rod Stewart - Gasoline Alley 090 The Wildhearts - Down On London 091 Supertramp - Nothing To Show 092 Motörhead - Metropolis 093 Current 93 - Lucifer Over London 094 The Pogues - Dark Streets of London 095 The Cult - All Souls Avenue 096 The Jam - In The City 097 The Undertones - Teenage Kicks 098 Iggy Pop -  Play It Safe 099 Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Jack the Ripper 100 The Cure  - Lets Go To Bed 101 Suede - Animal Nitrate 102 Wire - field day for the sundays 103 Black Books  TV Show - Opening Theme 104 Paul McCartney & Wings - London Town 105 Madness - Primrose Hill 106 The Troggs  - No. 10 Downing Street 107 Iron Maiden -  Gangland 108 PJ Harvey - The Last Living Rose 109 The Rollers - Soho 110 Electric Wizard - Lucifer's Slaves 111 The Buzzcocks -  Just Lust 112 Doctor Who Theme Tune 1980 113 Cathedral - Fountain Of Innocence 114 Pretenders - Swinging London 115 Hanoi Rocks - Tooting Bec Wreck 116 Es - 'Chemical 117 Bee Gees  - Trafalgar 118 The Peddlers    - Under London Lights 119 Cliff Richard - The Young Ones 120 Big Audio Dynamite - Sightsee M.C   121 ABC - Tower of London 122 Accept - London Leatherboys 123 Pitchshifter - Please Sir 124 Portishead -  We Carry On 125 John Lennon - Whatever Gets You Thru The Night 126 The Lurkers - Ain't Got a Clue 127 Iron Maiden - Die with your boots on 128 Siouxsie and the Banshees - Kiss Them For Me 129 Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - From Her to Eternity 130 The Jam - London Traffic 131 The Cranberries - Waiting In Walthamstow 132 The Kinks - Victoria 133 Heads Hands & Feet - Pete Might Spook The Horses 134 Whitesnake -  Long Way From Home 135 Queensryche - London 136 Concrete Blonde - Walking in London 137 Deep Purple - Fireball 138 The Ruts - dope for guns 139 Wham! - Bad Boys 140 Generation X - One Hundred Punks 141 Joe Jackson - Down To London 142 Anti-Nowhere League - Streets of London 143 The Wildhearts - Shandy Bang 144 David Bowie - The London Boys 145 The Human League - Human 146 Cockney Rejects - East end 147 Dire Straits - Eastbound Train 148 Ian Drury - Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick 149 Sepultura -  Filthy rot 150 The Jam - Down In The Tube Station At Midnight 151 Fine Young Cannibals - She Drives Me Crazy 152 Purson -  Electric Landlady 153 Black Sabbath -  Tomorrow's Dream 154 The Clash - Guns of Brixton 155 Blood Ceremony - Lord Of Misrule 156 Monty Pythons The Meaning of Life - Penis Song 157 Gentlemans Pistols -  Hustler's Row 158 Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Relax 159 Jethro Tull - Cross Eyed Mary 160 The Yobs - The Ballad of the Warrington 161 Cradle of Filth - Principle Of Evil Made Flesh 162 Bruce Hornsby - The Black Rats Of London 163 Inspiral Carpets - How It Should Be 164 The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Foxy Lady 165 PETULA CLARK - WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL 166 Lush - Olympia 167 Hunters & Collectors - Blind Eye 168 Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now 169 David Bowie - The Man Who Sold the World 170 UK Subs - C.I.D. 171 Queen - Dont Stop Me Now 172 Bruce Dickinson - Accident of Birth 173 the clash - capital radio one 174 UB40 - Here I Am (Come And Take Me) 175 The Meads Of Asphodel - Guts For Sale 176 Horrible Histories: Savage Songs - Boudicca 177 Swallow the Sun - Labyrinth Of London (Horror Pt. IV) 178 Mad Professor  - Ben Gone Wrong 179 Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better 180 Genesis - The Battle Of Epping Forest 181 The Damned -  problem child 182 Squeeze  - Cool For Cats 183 Manfred Mann - Belgravia 184 The Bee Gees - Walking Back to Waterloo 185 Pink Floyd - Waiting For The Worms 186 Madness - Victoria Gardens 187 Paradise Lost - Soul Courageons 188 YES  - Roundabout 189 PJ Harvey - This Is Love 190 The Horrors - Jack The Ripper 191 King Crimson - Red 192 The Smiths - How Soon Is Now 193 Level 42 - Heathrow 194 Intaferon - Get Out Of London 195 Burt Bacharach - Bond street 196 David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust 197 The Clash - Londons Burning 198 Killing Joke - Follow The Leaders 199 Saxon - The Court of the Crimson King 200 Buzzcocks - Harmony in My Head 201 Fairport Convention - Fiddlesticks (Peel Session) 202 Napalm Death - Errors In The Signals 203 Empire  - Hot Seat 204 Anathema - Shroud of Frost 205 Pitchshifter - Condescension 206 The Beatles - Hey Jude 207 Affinity - Highgate 208 KLF - 3 A.M. Eternal (Pure Trance) 209 Warren Zevon - Werewolves of London 210 David Axelrod - London 211 The Wombles - Wellington Goes To Waterloo 212 EastEnders Theme 213 Cathedral - Hypnos 164 214 Tom Jones - It's Not Unusual 215 Alan Moore with Tim Perkins - The Highbury Working A Beat Seance 216 Transvision Vamp - Sex Kick 217 Elton John - Tell Me When The Whistle Blows 218 Firebird - Bow bells 219 The Jam - A' Bomb In Wardour Street 220 Caravan  - Waterloo Lily 221 Lord Sutch & Heavy Friends - Flashing Lights 222 David Bowie - Oh! You Pretty Things 223 Hot Chocolate - West End of Park Lane 224 Thames television ident 1984 225 Newtown Neurotics - Living With Unemployment 226 Peter Murphy - Cuts You Up 227 Suede - Metal Mickey 228 Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer 229 Killing Joke - The Gathering 230 Rolling Stones - You Can't Always Get What You Want 231 Kate Bush - Babooshka 232 Iron Maiden - The Prophecy 233 The Cure - Disintegration 234 The Damned - I Just Can't Be Happy Today 235 WIRE - Silk Skin Paws 236 Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets 237 Souixee & the Banshees - Cascade 238 Jethro Tull - Jeffrey Goes to Leicester Square 239 AC/DC -  Rising Power 240 Alternative TV - Life After Life 241 Napalm Death - Deceiver (Peel Sessions) 242 Electric Light Orchestra - Last Train To London 243 Bucks Fizz - London Town 244 The Sweet - Blockbuster! 245 999 - Bent Cross 246 The Groundhogs - Split, Pt. 1 247 Bow Wow Wow - Go Wild in the Country 248 Blood Ceremony -  Half Moon Street 249 Ming Tea feat. Austin Powers - BBC One 250 Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song 251 Big Audio Dynamite - EMC2 252 Crass - Banned from the Roxy 253 Sleaford Mods - Chaos Down In SoHo 254 Big Ben Chimes of Westminster, London 255 PJ Harvey - A Place Called Home 256 The Ruts - Staring at the rude boys 257 The Times - Whatever Happened To Thames Beat 258 Quincy Jones - London Derriere 259 Lush - Hypocrite 260 PIL - Reggie Song 261 The Style Council - You're The Best Thing 262 UK Subs - Dirty Girls 263 COIL - Slur 264 Frank Zappa - Dead girls of London 265 Iron Maiden - Prowler 266 The Slits - Difficult Fun 267 Killing Joke -  Kings and Queens 268 Simple Minds - Chelsea Girl 269 Motorhead - Bomber 270 XTC - Towers Of London 271 Blitzkrieg  - Hell to pay 272 Gryphon - Opening Move 273 The Challengers - The Streets of London 274 Peggy March - In Der Carnaby Street 275 The Damned - Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde 276 The Pogues - London You're a Lady 277 The Lords Of The New Church - Portobello 278 Rolling Stones - Hot Stuff 279 Joe Jackson - The Evil Eye 280 The Deviants - Garbage 281 Benny Hill Show  - Wild Women 282 Suzi Quatro - Crash 283 Madness - day on the town 284 SHAKESPEAR'S SISTER -  I Don't Care 285 Whitesnake - Wine Women An Song 286 Pink Floyd - Astronomy Domine 287 Rick Astley - Whenever You Need Somebody 288 Bauhaus - In the flat field 289 Dead Can Dance - In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated 290 Paul McCartney -  Old Siam, Sir 291 Lush - De-Luxe 292 AC/DC - let's get it up 293 Sophia Loren & Peter Sellers - Bangers and mash 294 Black Sabbath - Childfren of the grave 295 Psychic TV - The orchids 296 Miracle - The Strife Of Love In A Dream 297 Carter USM - Lean On Me I Won't Fall Over 298 Screaming Lord Sutch - Jack the Ripper 299 WIRE - the 15th 300 Mott the Hoople - Honaloochie Boogie 301 Soft Machine - The Camden Tandem 302 Are You Being Served Theme 303 CATHEDRAL - Serpent Eve 304 Booker T. & The MG's - Carnaby Street 305 Culture Club - It's A Miracle 306 Motorhead - Nothing Up My Sleeve 307 Killing Joke - Money is not our God 308 Bronski Beat - Smalltown Boy 309 WIRE - Please take 310 Bananarama - Hey young London 311 The Jam - Carnaby Street 312 Catapilla - Charing Cross   313 The Shadows - Chelsea Boot 314 Ride - Chelsea Girl 315 The Damned  - Grimly Fiendish 316 Marillion - Chelsea Monday 317 Slowdive - Celia's Dream 318 The Clash - Gates of the west 319 Thin Lizzy - Half Caste 320 David Bowie -  I dig everything 321  VUUR - Days Go By - London 322 Elvis Costello - [I Don't Want To Go To] Chelsea 323 Uriah Heep - Walking in your shadow 324 Genesis - Invisible Touch 325 Amy Winehouse - Me & Mr Jones 326 Curve - Fait Accompli   327 Silverfish ‎- Crazy 328 Iron Maiden - Killers 329 Killing Joke -  Ghost Of Ladbroke Grove 330 Sex Pistols - Anarchy In The UK 331 Paradise lost - remembrance 332 The Fall - Leave the Capitol 333 The Kinks - Waterloo Sunset 334 WIRE - Keep exhaling 335 The Peddlers - raining in London 336 Motorhead - damage case 337 10cc - Shock On The Tube (Don't Want Love) 338 Swervedriver - Rave Down 339 Spike Milligan - Tower Bridge 340 Phil Lynott - Solo In Soho 341 Adam and the Ants - Plastic Surgery 342 The Who - Pinball wizard 343 Pulp - Mile end 344 Generation X - Running with the Boss Sound 345 OMD - If You Leave 346 PiL - Public Image 347 Monty Python's Flying Circus TV show - theme song 348 Hall & Oates - London, Luck & Love 349 The Horrors - Three decades 350 Cathedral - Midnight Mountain 351 Killing Joke - glitch 352 Judas Priest - The Ripper 353 Air Raid Siren London Blitz 354 Dragonforce - Fury and the storm 355 Elastica - Connection 356 the Psychedelic Furs - Dumb waiters 357 Samantha Fox - Touch me 358 Wang Chung - Dance hall days 359 Kim Wilde - Water on glass 360 Siouxsie and the Banshees - Overground 361 Atomic Rooster - Tomorrow night 362 Fleetwood Mac - My Heart Beat Like a Hammer 363 Rainbow - Self Portrait 364 Billy Ocean - Love really hurts without you 365 Art of Noise - Beat box (division one) 366 Eurythmics - Never Gonna Cry Again 367 Samson - Grime Crime 368 Go West - we close our eyes 369 Ultravox - Saturday Night In The City Of The Dead 370 King Crimson - 21st Century Schizoid Man 371 Visage - Visage 372 Sandy Denny - Let's Jump The Broomstick 373 Brian Eno - Burning Airlines Give You So Much More 374 Fields Of The Nephilim - Blue water 375 Leftfield - Open Up 376 Blancmange - I've Seen The Word 377 Thomas Dolby - Flying north 378 Sisters of Mercy - Temple of love 379 Royal Orchestra - Royal Entrance Queen Elizabeth II 380 Pink Floyd - Goodbye blue sky 666 David Bowie -  London Bye Ta - Ta 

Play the songs here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_ntP663JhZl-hvn9EwFp9L

[tweetracer]

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

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

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

“Kitten that’s...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“One bite each, got it?”

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

“I didn’t hear an answer.”

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

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

NSFW

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

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

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

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

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

“Sic ‘em”

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was then you realized.

The reason the boys weren’t already digging in

They were waiting for you.

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

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

Only then could they eat.

And here they were

Waiting for you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it felt amazing

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

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

You were so so close

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

“Mine”

...

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

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

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

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

“Thanks for dinner, doll”

[tansypoisoning]

How about 31, college au with professor!Bucky and student reader?

After professor!Steve, I guess Bucky joining the academic world was just a matter of time :)

Yandere asks

Warnings: dubcon, teacher/student dynamics, jealousy, spanking, authority kink

You’d lost count of how many times you had bent over professor Barnes’ desk. This arrangement started as a way to get your grades up, but you eventually found yourself gravitating towards him even when you didn’t need any help. What could you say; he was just that good.

You figured he thought of your relationship in the same terms, but you must’ve misunderstood him.

“What’s that skirt for?” He asked as he pushed the fabric up your hips. “Who are you trying to impress?”

“None-!” You ended the word in a yelp as professor Barnes’ hand came down hard on your ass.

“Don’t lie,” he admonished. “Short skirt, tiny panties, crossing your legs… Were you trying to get my attention? Or is all this for someone else?”

“I don’t know what you’re- Aah!” You cried out when another blow came, on the same spot he’d just hit. The fingers rubbing and probing at your abused flesh didn’t help either.

“Are you sure? Because the two meatheads you were talking to seemed pretty interested.”

David and Colin? They’d approached you to talk about a group project; if there was any other interest on their part you hadn’t noticed it, nor had you sought it.

“We were just talking about-!” You should’ve known he would spank you again if you didn’t entertain his paranoia. It hurt even more this time.

“God, that fucking ass.” He stepped away from you and huffed. “Move it for me, baby.”

You wiggled your hips and received a loud growl as recompense. The circumstances weren’t ideal, but that sound always did things to you, and you felt yourself growing wet.

“That’s it, just like that. So pretty.” He purred, and the praise did nothing to ease the headiness overtaking you. You had always known that fucking your teacher was a bad idea, but he sure made it tempting. “I’m the only one who gets to look at you like that, right?”

No, not really, but was it wise to tell him that?

Another slap, louder and stronger, tearing a noise from you even though you’d been fighting to keep quiet. “I asked you a question, slut.”

“Yes, professor,” you sniffled “just you.”

“Good, good girl… keep shaking your ass for me.”

You did as he said, even when you heard the familiar sound of metal scrapping against metal.

“You gotta stop teasing the boys in class...” he huffed as he struggled with his belt and pants. “I hate it when the look at you… so fucking much…”

The noises ceased and professor Barnes approached again. You stopped moving when you felt his fingers make contact with your tender flesh. He used the opportunity to pull your panties down just enough to expose you to him. The fabric was soft, but it still stung when it brushed against the spot he was so fond of striking.

“You left me wanting all day… Don’t think you’ll be coming today, honey. But, if you keep being good,” he groaned as he slid his cock in between your thighs “I’ll give you a reward when you come see me in my office next. Does that sound good?”

“Yes, sir.” You sigh. It’s a weird form of contentment to have him use you – like you were doing something you were supposed to.“I would like that.”

Your teacher let his torso rest above yours and held your head in place by grasping you by the hair as he whispered in your ear. “I love it when you behave.”

The fingers of his other hand found their way into your mouth, drawing gargling sounds from you as he began thrusting. His big cock just barely skimmed your pussy, but it was enough to give you goosebumps all over. It was so close; it wouldn't be difficult for him to slide into you, stretching you wide open like he’d had so many times.

He moved slow and smooth at first, whispering sweet little nothings in your ear. He picked up his pace fast, rutting into you until he was slamming you against the table, the force of his thrusts pushing your pelvis into the wooden surface with painful precision. You were too turned on to care. You begged him to fuck you, but no recognizable sound came from your mouth.

His sweet words turned to wheezes, and he came with a roar. You squirmed under him, desperate for more stimulation. Professor Barnes pulled away and delivered another blow to his preferred spot, so you quieted down. Your gasped when he pulled your panties up, and, rather than feeling the soft cotton of your underwear, you were surprised by a warm, sticky fluid.

“I want you to wear it for the rest of the day, no washing up. You gotta learn who you belong to,” he said, rubbing your ass one final time before putting your skin back into place. “If you have trouble with this subject, you can always come see me. And remember: no more teasing your classmates.”

He pulled you to your feet, kissed the top of your head, then sent you on your way with a single slap to your bum.