#reader slash

DAVID

Frankly, David thinks sleeping horizontally is silly.

He’s a vampire he’s used to hanging from the rafters like the terrifying creature of the night that he is.

Yet when you scooted over and patted the mattress for him to join you he still found himself crawling in and letting you snuggle up to him like he’s the world’s grouchiest teddy bear.

His favorite thing is when you curl against his side, facing out towards his arm so you can wrap it around you and just feel your breathe and heartbeat against his skin.

It’s so warm and comforting and it also provides him the ideal position to turn on his side and get some top tier spooning in.

One of the benefits to dating a vamp is that he doesn’t have to worry about his arms falling asleep so no matter how long you rest on him he’s perfectly comfortable.

David is the most peaceful sleeper of all of the Boys. He barely moves or mumbles, just likes to hold still and drift off with his hand pressed to your abdomen and short nails drawing soothing circular patterns into your skin lightly.

The only thing

David is not a morning person.... or.... night person?

When it’s time to wake up he’s usually grouchy and groggy till he’s managed to come to enough and actually start bossing the other Boys around.

The only time he’s okay with being woken is when it’s you providing him with some.... assistance to his... morning needs. (Listen he’s a forever teenager what do you expect?)

PAUL

Paul will sleep in one position and one position only. Face literally flat against your chest with your arms wrapped as tightly around his neck as you can.

Listen, whether or not you have tits he needs to be buried face first into them.

As a vampire he doesn’t technically need to breathe so he’ll stay there the whole time if you let him. Something about just laying there, completely surrounded in your scent and being able to hear your heartbeat against his ear and the warmth of your skin.

Being there almost makes him feel like he’s living again.

The first time he tucked himself against you like that you’d thought it was sexual and it kinda was at first  but he just did it with such.... innocence?

It was a genuine desire to just be close.

He always insists you fling your arms around him, squeezing and holding him tightly like he was a security blanket. Or maybe you were his  he always felt safe with you wrapped around him.

And he hopes you feel the same

He’s a notorious wiggler in his sleep. Paul will squirm and shift and definitely steals the blankets despite being physically unable to get cold.

Is a way heavy sleeper. Like he moves around like crazy in his sleep but like this guy could sleep through a hurricane if you’d let him.

DWAYNE

When I say Dwayne wants you to sleep on top of him.

I literally mean

On top of him.

This man will wrangle you up till your head is on his chest and he can wrap his arms around your waist and keep you on top of him like a snuggly, warm weighted blanket.

When you asked him about it he explained that it just felt nice to have the weight, that the pressure was warm and grounding and just.... human.

If you do get uncomfortable he’ll shift the two of you around till you’re squeezed tightly to his side, a consistent solid presence that makes you feel safe and guarded.

He likes having you near when he sleeps and if that means having to settle down on a mattress for the night then so be it. Never budges or moves while he sleeps.

Like this dude is a statue.

Is actually a pretty light sleeper!

Dwayne’s prone to waking up in the middle of sleeping at the slightest noise or disturbance you think it’s a protective thing but he’s always sure to hold still so you don’t wake.

This guy is so insistent on being able to keep an eye on you that he’d probably jerryrig some sort of hammock in the back of the cave so he can get to you in an emergency.

MARKO

Marko is all about spooning.

When he big spoons he pulls you as close as you could possibly get against his chest and nestle his face in the crook of your neck.

He prefers to hold you, it makes him feel like your protector; like he’s here and nothing bad can happen to either of you when he’s got his arms around your waist.

Those times where he’s the one being spooned he’s like a barnacle.

Just cause he can’t hold you doesn’t mean he’s not gonna try and shelter you as much as possible. He’ll tangle your legs together (”Marko your feet are cold!”) and tug your arms till he can intertwine your fingers and press soft kisses to your knuckles.

While he doesn’t really move much in his sleep, he is prone to occasionally sleep talking.

Most of it is nonsense- an occasional question or humming sound but every once and a while he’ll formulate a sentence so clearly that if you didn’t know any better you’d assume he was awake and actually talking to you.

While being big and little spoon are great his favorite place to be is facing you.

He loves being able to just watch you. It’s not a creepy thing he promises! You just look so calm and serene and it makes his chest feel warm and soft.

DAVID

Okay you already had one drink too many and fuck that was a cool looking bike. You were new to the area so people’s quiet comments of ‘that’s a bad idea’ went right over your head. You were just gonna look nobody can get pissed at you for looking.

Of course looking had turned to touching.

You ran your fingers across the smooth leather of the handles, admiring how well maintained it was despite clearly being frequently used.

“Can I help you?”

“FUCK HOLY SHI-“ you fell forwards at the voice that came from behind you, stumbling and watching as the bike fell in slow motion towards the ground.

You closed your eyes, wincing when you heard the SNAP! of the side view mirror as it landed, crumpled, beneath the vehicle.

The sound of a frustrated sigh made you turn slowly- and suddenly you felt a lot more sober as you looked up into the sharp blue eyes of a blonde man standing with his arms crossed and his gaze narrowed.

He looked ready to scream before you tossed your hands up- stumbling through your words as you offered to pay. You patted yourself down hurriedly desperate to find your wallet when it hit you.

Fuck you left it at your apartment.

Explaining the situation you offered to go get the money and bring it back to him, assuring you were good for your word.

“Forgive me sweetheart but I’m not exactly keen on trusting someone who just broke my mirror off”

You winced and nodded understandingly before inviting him to come along so he knew you wouldn’t bail and his eyebrows rose up.

Oh

He’d seen enough pornos to know exactly where this was headed ;)

Never opposed to a good time he agreed, following you in the short walk to your apartment with such confidence it was hard to tell who was leading who. He introduced himself as David as the two of you walked- actually starting a pretty good rapport despite the rocky introduction. 

As you finally made your way to the front of your apartment David straightened himself, stomach curling with anticipation as he readied himself for the coy little song and dance before you got to really repay him for the damages.

Confident, he took a step forwards before- THUD

He ran face first into your door. Reeling for a moment before he realized that you just closed the fucking door on him what the-

Before David could voice his confusions and frustration it swung open again, and there you were- standing before him with wallet in hand as you paged through some bills.

He glowered, upset that he had misread the cues of the situation and gave you an incredibly low-balled estimate. Frowning as you handed the cash over you wished him a goodnight and shut the door again.

Grumbling, it wasn’t until he was headed towards the stairwell to leave that he heard the sound of the creaky wood opening up.

You poked your head out, flushed and grinning before asking if he was free for dinner tomorrow night with a smug smile.

You little tease

PAUL

This was a stupid idea. You knew this was a stupid idea- but you swore to god if your friends teased you one more time for skipping on this bet you were going to lose it.

It was simple. Sit on one one of Santa Carla’s resident bad boys’ bikes and live to tell the tale and they pay your rent for a month. Easy... peasy...

You glanced over your shoulder, already feeling sweat start to form on your brow as you watched your friends gathered around the railing of the boardwalk- giving you thumbs up and egging you on.

Taking a deep breath you snuck across the beach side- having checked one, two, three times that none of those wannabe-gangsters were coming before finally sidling up to the line.

You picked one at random, taking a moment as you tried to figure out how to get up and into the seat without jostling it. Finally, you managed to straddle the seat, you were surprised just how soft the cushion felt against your legs as you looked across the beach at your companions.

They were waving their hands and mouthing something frantically- you squinted, leaning forwards and trying to get a better idea of what they were trying to tell you.

“I think they’re tryna warn you about me, doll”

“FUCK!”

You scrambled to get off the bike, stumbling and falling face-first into the sand. With all the blood rushing to your ears you couldn’t hear the stranger’s laughter as the bike tipped over, the air getting pushed out of your lungs as it landed across your back.

The stranger, a tall blonde guy decked out in full leather and studs, was doubled over with laughter- grabbing his stomach as tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he watched you flail uselessly underneath the motorcycle.

“Dude you look like a squashed roach” he choked, managing to get a hold of himself- his laughter tapering off into tiny giggles, leaning his hands on his knees to look down at you with a wild grin.

Finally, he deigned to help, using one hand to lift the bike up like it weighed nothing. Once freed you groaned, back aching from where you would no doubt be sporting a gnarly bruise tomorrow.

Before you got the chance to get up you felt two strong arms wrap around you, lifting you into the air with a dramatic twirl- your hands flying to his shoulders on instinct.

The biker held you up for a moment “If you wanted a ride all you had to do was ask, gorgeous”

Red all the way to your ears you mumbled a small thank you as he gently set you on wobbly knees, keeping a wide-palmed hand on your hip to steady you.

“I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth but if you’d like to explain what you were doing straddling my bike I’m all ears.” he purred, hand giving you a flirtatious squeeze as you recounted the bet- nodding to your group of friends who were frozen like deer in the headlights.

The stranger, Paul, made a humming noise in the back of his throat as he thought over your excuse before leaning in close to your ear.

“Well we can’t let them win then, can we, doll?” and with that he let go to swing a long leg over his bike, offering you a calloused hand and a wink.

Okay... maybe this was a good bet after all.

DWAYNE

It was late, you were exhausted, and your feet ached from standing up all afternoon and evening at your closing shift of Stoker’s Diner. Still dressed in your uniform you stumbled, yawning as you picked your way across the boardwalk.

Your eyes kept drifting closed- the moments between when you were awake and practically sleepwalking getting longer and longer as you followed the familiar route.

When you opened your eyes and you were staring up at the distant white light of stars you realize oh shit when did I fall.

Then you realized the sharp stabbing pain in your leg, hissing as you curled up, abs tensing as you saw the heavy bike on top of your shin. “Fuckin’ shit” you growled, grabbing your thigh in an attempt to pull yourself free.

The sudden weight was lifted and you looked up at broad shoulders and dark hair that framed a handsome face. You must have died, because this face was that of an angel’s.

“Am I dead?” you asked groggily, sleep-addled brain making your tongue a little looser as the stranger smiled. He held out his hand to you politely, waiting with a raised brow.

Your hand felt tiny in his as he gently lifted you onto your legs only for you to teeter over precariously at the sharp pain in your knee. Glancing down you saw bloody torn skin and a purple bruise beginning to bloom across your shin.

The man’s shoulders tensed slightly at the sight of a droplet blood trailing its way down your leg. Exhausted, you let yourself be manhandled into the seat.

“Here” his voice was a low rumble that made even your tired mind spark up eagerly.

God he was hot.

The biker lifted you up like a sack of feathers, setting you in the seat of the bike so your legs dangled above the ground. The man kneeled down, reaching into his pocket and rifling around in it for a few seconds before pulling out a band aid.

You stuttered out a thank you, feeling you face heat up as he glanced up at you from beneath thick lashes- a pleasant smile gracing his herculean features.

“You should be careful.” he spoke, fastening the adhesive to it with a gentle pat. You coughed shyly, unable to make eye contact as you quietly explained that you had a long shift and you were opening tomorrow again while your fingers played with the hem of your shirt.

The stranger listened silently, eyes soft as he focused- occasionally nodding his understanding. His hand was still on the back of you calf- fingers cold and sending goosebumps all the way up your spine.

When you finally finished he stood, looming over you as he introduced himself as Dwayne before hesitating- thinking something over..

“If you want... I can drive you home... probably safer than sleepwalking off the boardwalk again”

MARKO

When you told that guy to back off from your friend you did not think it would end with you running at top speed through the crowds of the boardwalk. The guy’s yelling seemed to get closer and closer as you jumped over a table- switching directions suddenly in an attempt to throw him off.

Your eyes darted around as you searched for a way out- landing on the railing off the edge of the boardwalk that led to the beach side parking. If you played your cards right you might be able to hitch a ride or at the very least lose him by hiding.

With a fell swoop you tossed your legs over the edge, falling a few stomach-churning feet before you touched the ground, skinning your knees as you took off again. Your assailant cursed, running down the stairs and getting left further behind.

Looking over your shoulder to track his progress you didn’t see the motorcycle in front of you.

In fact

You didn’t see the line of motorcycles in front of you.

And you sure as hell didn’t see the blonde boy decked out in a leather jacket milling about.

It wasn’t until you laid, cheek pressed against his chest and bike flat beneath your shins that you even realized what your collision was with. Gloved hands gripped your hips tightly and the two of you stared, confused at each other before you heard the footsteps getting closer.

“Shit shit shit- CAN YOU DRIVE THIS THING?” you were already sitting up, straddling his hips for a moment before pulling him to his feet.

He only stared, lips slightly parted and brown eyes wide before he nodded numbly- gaze unable to leave your face as you turned to see your attacker get close.

“HURRY-”

That seemed to kick him into gear as he glanced over your shoulder at the drunken surfer gaining ground towards the two of you. In a fluid motion he lifted the bike up and turned it on, the revving engine drowning out the chaos around you.

Without waiting for an invite you hopped on, gripping tight to his jacket as he peeled away from the line of the other bikes and taking off at a breakneck speed.

Your eyes squeezed shut as the wind whipped your hair around you- heart still pounding in your chest from adrenaline as you pressed your face into the stranger’s back with a sigh of blessed relief. 

Long after the danger was far behind the two of you were still speeding along- running others out of your path and sidling closer towards the shore.

Your eyes closed and you relaxed a little bit, hands loosening their grip where it had been balled up in his jacket. His shoulders tensed and he leaned forwards, the motorcycle suddenly speeding up so fast there were tears in your eyes.

With an excited laugh that was whipped away by the wind you flung your arms around his chest, squeezing tight- his pleased smile and small blush invisible to you as he veered a sharp turn to make you hold onto him closer.

After what could’ve been hours or minutes of heart pounding excitement, the blonde boy finally slowed- eventually stopping the bike and parking it far away from the loud boardwalk.

His hair was a mess and the apples of his cheeks were pink with adrenaline and you got a good look at his face properly this time.

Oh he was cute.

He smiled, looking almost bashful

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-

“Paul, not now. Be patient” you scolded, swatting away his grabby hands from where you were hunched over the homework on your bed- tapping the eraser of your pencil to your lips and filling in your best guess for the question.

“Doll- I am patient but you’re taking too long, come onnnnn” the blonde groaned, stretching his arms out to brush against your sides in an attempt to pull your shirt up.

“No.” you said firmly, not looking up from your work as Paul flopped down onto his back, feet kicking your headboard absently as he watched you work.

Though he definitely preferred to have you sitting on his lap it was nice to be able to watch you (even if you weren’t paying attention to him). Your brows were furrowed together, the little dip in between them giving away how hard you were focusing; and every once and a while you’d tap your pencil against your lips and draw his attention there immediately.

He only sighed, resigned, and rested his chin on his hand to watch you; getting lost in his thoughts while he tapped his foot (Paul never was able to sit still).

You sat up, wincing at the ache in your spine from leaning over so long and caught his gaze, unable to stop the surprised little blush that spread across your cheeks at the pure adoration in his eyes. How long had he been staring at you like that???

“I’m being patient” he pointed out matter-of-factually, the haughtiness in his voice making you laugh as you nodded

 “Yeah- yeah you are, thank you.”

He hummed, stretching out to make grabby hands at you with big puppy-dog eyes.

....

Well... you only had a few more questions left.... and you’d surely be able to finish them tonight after dinner...

With a sigh you carefully gathered up the worksheets and tucked them into a folder, balancing your pencil on it and gently setting everything on the floor

Finally you stretched out, laying on your belly and interlocking your fingers with Paul’s as he pulled you into his chest with a happy noise. His free arm wrapped around you as he pressed his face into your hair, squeezing you so tight your back actually popped.

He rocked back and forth as he kept you tucked against him. The movement always seemed to calm his mile-a-minute brain and you were more than happy to be along for the ride; hands loosely grasped into his shirt and closing your eyes to just enjoy his company.

“Are you done with your work?” he mumbled into your hair, still tilting back and forth. You nodded against his chest and he made another happy noise, kissing your head with a low hum.

The two of you stayed that way for a long time, just wrapped up together while you shut out the rest of the world.

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His hand that wasn’t intertwined with your rubbed against your back in deep, wide circles; pressing against the knots in your shoulders in an attempt to loosen them.

The massage made your skin warm as he carefully worked out the tension, calloused fingers digging into your muscles as they inched their way downwards towards your hips.

You let out a satisfied groan as he loosened a particularly painful spot, suddenly aware of something pressing into your hip when he let out a sharp breath.

His hand drifted lower, kneading against your ass with those practiced fingers. You could feel his smile against your hair, and when you grumbled a “What do you think you’re doing?” he only grabbed at you again, squeezing your ass tightly before giving it a playful smack.

Feeling loose and relaxed from his massage you gasped at the impact, leaning close to press your face into his chest harder as his free hand cupped the back of your thigh. He pinched and rubbed there till you hiked your leg up onto his hip in hopes he’d move his ministrations to where you really needed it.

He chuckled, palming you over your underwear and peppering soft kisses to your forehead as he brushed his fingers over your entrance only to pull them away when you canted your hips forwards.

Paul tutted, untangling himself from you and shifting so he was laying between your legs, smiling like the cat who caught the canary when he saw your red face and parted lips.

“Be patient, doll” having your own words flipped back at you made you scowl- glaring at the vamp when he only grinned in response.

He scooted backwards till his legs touched the soft carpet of your bedroom floor, reaching to grab the backs of your knees and yank you closer to him.

You watched as he used a single finger to drag your underwear down your legs before tossing it behind him and leaving you bare and open in front of him. You whimpered slightly, feeling the wetness there grow and your breath pick up.

Paul whistled from where he kneeled, taking a brief moment to admire the view. You attempted to squirm away only to feel a heavy hand rest on the low part of your abdomen, holding you still and flat to the mattress.

“Hold still, doll. I just like lookin’ at you.” he teased, using one finger to drag between your slits before popping the digit into his mouth. He never broke eye contact, gaze filled with mischief as he lapped your wetness from his fingers with a playful hum.

Forced to hold still, you watched with red cheeks and lidded eyes as he fingered you, humming to himself as he carefully stretched you with two fingers. Occasionally he’d glance up at you with an innocent smile while the wet sounds of his fingers and your shaky moans filled the room.

The blonde pulled back his fingers, licking at them absently as he watched your legs shake, staring at you with a hungry grin before he leaned in to give you an experimental lick.

His head popped up from between your legs at your desperate moan, giving you an impish smile before dipping back down. Paul was a 0 to 100 miles an hour type of guy and good lord that mouth was as good at eating you out as it was at talking your ear off.

Your thighs clenched around his head when you felt yourself getting close, his endless attention bringing you to the cliff’s edge as he curled his fingers up inside of you.

Your back arched, brows knitted together and moans pitched upwards and-

.........

........

....and?

With a jerk you opened your eyes, looking down at a still wet faced Paul, looking far too innocent. You growled, eyes narrowed as you slung your leg over his shoulder and attempted to bring him back towards you.

“What’s wrong, doll?” he said all too sweetly, big eyes round and doe-like as you continued to glare.

“I was almost there” you pointed out bitterly, lifting your hips up with a breathy hiss.

“Ooooooh” he said with a hum, giving you a coy smile as he extended his fingers out to press teasingly against you. The pressure was so good but he wouldn’t move his fucking hand.

When you attempted to jerk your hips, in desperate need for friction, the vamp yanked his hand away, beginning to sit up with a frustratingly cheerful hum.

He tutted, pursing his lips in mock disappointment as he scooted closer. The rough denim of his jeans brushed against you in just the right spot to send a shiver down your spine.

Paul leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your neck, jerking his hips roughly against your own and enjoying the choked little moans you let out from the pull of the fabric.

He was panting in your ear when you were close again, hands thrown around his shoulders as you scratched red lines down his back- pleading for him to keep going, please god keep going.

......

.............

....and he fucking stopped again.

After being brought to the edge twice with no release you growled, frustrated, and pulled at his hair in an attempt to get him to move again please.

Paul pulled back, looking disheveled and satisfied. He raised a brow and smiled when you snarled, crossing your arms and looking away from him.

“What? Come on babydoll- tell me what’s wrong” he purred, calloused fingers dragging down your stomach while he undid his fly with the other. You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to indulge him and he giggled, curling over to press a kiss to your cheek.

You made a point of not looking at him, instead opting to glare at the wall instead of the awful bastard between your legs.

Because you weren’t looking you had no time to prepare for Paul pushing himself all the way into you in one thrust, your shocked and almost pained moan making him pant as he stilled, letting your body relax against the intrusion. 

Never one to hold still for too long, Paul began to move; each thrust rough as he gripped your hips to pull you against him, vampire strength holding you tight enough to bruise while he pounded into you.

Past transgressions forgotten over the near all-consuming pleasure your hands scrambled to grab his, manicured nails digging into his wrists as you braced yourself against his rough fucking.

Your body, denied twice, felt tight as a coil. Your back arched hungrily up into the air as you felt that warmth in your center ready to burst before-

“gOD DAMNIT PAUL-” you snapped as he completely pulled out of you, looking down with red lips and a hungry stare. Lifting yourself up on your elbows and absolutely fed up with his shenanigans you reached your own hand down, deciding that you were just going to get yourself off if he wasn’t going to do it.

With supernatural speed your wrist was snagged and pinned above your head, flattening you against the mattress with a grinning Paul looming inches from your face.

“Sweetheart. I don’t think you want to do that.”

“And why not?” you challenged, unable to stop your voice from cracking when his tip brushed against you.

The vamp dipped down to press a passionate kiss to your mouth, ravaging your lips and tongue with those sharp teeth. When he pulled back you were flushed and desperate and your resolve was quickly waning.

His voice was soft and taunting in your ear as he whispered.

“Because you want to be good for me.” 

Without hesitation he lined himself up again, clearly close to his own end, and fucked you- hard. Each movement made your body ache with desperation, hungry and aroused and wanting.

Unable to stop your moans the room was filled with your sounds, Paul panting your name as he gripped your wrists tighter- lost in the pleasure of the moment. You felt yourself so so close.

You couldn’t lose this one- good god if you lost this one,

“Please- please, can I cum?” your voice sounded desperate and whiny even to your own ears but Paul moaned, thrilled that you wanted him this badly, that you were asking him permission. It wasn’t even something he’d considered but now?

He felt like he could never get tired of it.

You continued to plead, desperate and wound up to the point where it almost hurt.

“It’s okay, doll. Go ahead-” his own voice pitched up when you let out a long, drawn out moan.

Your entire body seemed to shake- white stars and black spots beginning to edge in on your vision as you felt your toes curl. Everything felt like it was too much in the best way possible- Paul had long since collapsed against your chest, teeth digging in to the soft skin of your shoulder as he continued his breakneck pace through your aftershocks before finishing with a long, throaty moan.

The two of you laid together, panting and slack as the world slowly came back around you. Paul leaned back as much as he could, worried about squishing you, and smiled.

“So, doll. Was I worth the wait?” he teased, cocking a brow.

You rolled your eyes, lifting a hand to pat his cheek and sitting up to press a soft kiss to his lips in response.

Smiling, he flopped back on top of you, nuzzling into your chest and content to spend the rest of the evening pressed against you.

DAVID

As an immortal, David lives his life fast-paced and reckless. The people he brings into his world (save for his boys of course) are there for kicks until he grows tired. It’s not the best model for a relationship of course but he never had to worry about anything being truly long-term.

That was until he met you, of course.

The moment he realized he wanted you to be in his life forever he panicked. He’d never wanted anything to be in his life forever- at least nothing he didn’t already have.

But you? You were special- and he wanted you to be with him.

You knew what he was- it was one of the things he loved about you. You knew and you still loved him, you still cared for him even though he was... a monster.

The second he realized he loved you he asked to turn you. He wanted you in his life forever and since he wanted it obviously you did too.

When you turned him down he was crushed. Why? Was it him?

Well.... no... but also yes...?

He was rough and tumble- and while you definitely dug the ‘bad boy’ aesthetic- you also wanted someone who wasn’t scared to be soft with you. David struggled to show his gentleness even when the two of you were alone and...

....while that was fine for a fling....

You expected the moping- hell, you expected him to dump you on the spot.... but he didn’t. He fucked off to the cave for a few days, sitting in his chair- unmoving and so deep in thought you’d think he was a statue.

When you finally spotted him at the boardwalk again, he made a bee-line towards you. Confused, you watched him stomp right up to you, grab your wrist, and pull you into a telenovela-style dip and kissed you right then and there.

He....He could be a bad boy and still love on his kitten..

While PDA and emotional communication still weren’t exactly.. his strong suit he was working harder to be more open about his feelings.

DWAYNE

At first glance Dwayne is everything you could want out of a long-term relationship.

He’s kind, courteous, considerate. He’s like a (sort of) living security blanket. His constant calmness is enough to calm even the worst of your moods..

The only issue is he’s always calm.

You have literally never seen this guy get angry- he always handles you like you’re made of glass. You know comparably you are considerably more fragile but god.

He keeps his feelings and opinions under such tight wraps you might as well be dating a fucking bedside table.

You kept most of your frustrations to yourself, not wanting to really shake the boat but all of these small annoyances built up slowly till it felt like you were going to explode.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was so small in hindsight it was surprising that it was the catalyst. You asked him what he wanted for dinner.

“Whatever you want to eat”

“Dwayne, what do you want for dinner”

His responding shrug and assurance that he’ll like whatever you pick made you fucking explode.

He stood there, wide-eyed as you chewed him out. ‘For god’s sake can’t you ever have an opinion on something?’ ‘You’re being a doormat- you’re a literal vampire have some fucking spine’

When you stormed off he still stood there, blinking and shocked as he tried to really process what you said.

You didn’t see him for the rest of the night and when you went home the cave was empty. Content to fume for a while longer you didn’t see him again until you were out on the boardwalk the next night.

The two of you discussed the previous night’s events, speaking in hushed tones in a quiet corner booth of Stoker’s Diner. You explained that him always agreeing with you put a lot of pressure on you to make all the decisions and how it wasn’t healthy for him to not voice how he was feeling.

He needed to know that you wanted to listen to him too. Both voices are important in a relationship- especially when you hope to be as.... long term as the two of you.

While he’s still more reserved than most people- Dwayne begun to actively communicate a bit more, giving you his opinion a bit more freely and always ready to preen anytime you comment on it.

PAUL

You loved Paul.

You really did.

But where Dwayne was a doormat- Paul was a bulldozer.

His brain moved at a million miles a minutes, constantly pulling him in different directions and making social cues hard for him to notice.

You knew this but good god it was frustrating- sometimes holding a conversation with him was like trying to talk to a moving train. Occasionally you’d have to actually grab him to get him to look at you and get an answer to the question you’ve been asking him for the past five minutes.

Finally, you’d had enough- you had already told him twice that you wanted to go home. That you were tired and your feet hurt and he hadn’t seemed to notice. Every time the two of you would start heading back to the bike he’d get distracted.

You yanked your wrist away from where he had been dragging you towards another carnival game- storming off in the direction of the bikes.

He followed after you like a lost puppy- “Doll? Doll what’s wrong?”

You said nothing until you were at his motorcycle, arms crossed and scowling.

You’d been asking for an hour to go home and he’d ignored you- and as you told him his eyes went wide.

The two of you managed a (rough but productive) discussion, eventually settling on some code phrases to communicate when you felt like you were being ignored or not listened to.

While there are still rough patches, Paul actively attempted to listen better- blue eyes focusing hard as he clung to your words. You could tell sometimes he was trying to fit a square peg in a triangle hole- attempting to force his brain to understand what you were saying.

During those moments you’d calmly repeat the question again, smiling and giving his hand an encouraging squeeze while the words took purchase in his brain.

Every once and a while he’d miss an ‘I want to go home’ but you knew he was trying and, more often than not, all it took was a flirty pick-up line and a far too chaste kiss to have him dragging you back to the cave anyways.

MARKO

Marko’s Napoleon complex was pretty obvious when you first met him. He paraded around with a puffed out chest and a willingness to beat the shit out of anyone who looked at him wrong.

While his edges were a little rough he was always gentle towards you- a little overly cautious, sure, but you knew he just meant well. After all, you didn’t really know how long he’d been a vamp and for all you knew life as a human might have only felt like a dream at this point.

It was sweet how carefully he tended to you.

At first.

After the fifteenth time in one night of being fawned and coddled you felt frustration begin to bud in your chest. You were a human not a baby bird, tripping isn’t going to kill you and you’re ninety percent sure you don’t need to be wearing sunscreen at night.

You tried to discuss it with him gently, you knew he only did this because he cared for you but you explained that it was getting a bit excessive. You were fully capable of doing things on your own and his constant hovering was getting overbearing.

What was supposed to be a civilized conversation ended in a knock down drag out screaming match, the two of you yelling at the top of your lungs and scaring off anyone in a thirty foot radius.

He was trying to protect you! Humans aren’t like vamps! They can get hurt, they can fall and break bones- they can die. And he doesn’t... he doesn’t even want to think about-

....... never mind... he doesn’t even want to go there...

Marko puffed up, furious, and got on his bike; leaving you on the boardwalk alone with a sore throat and red face from yelling.

The two of you fumed for almost a week before his resolve cracked. He poked his head in to the window of your apartment, waiting with a soft-browed scowl before you let him inside.

Your conversation was tense as you tried to explain your individual perspectives, eventually conceding to meet in the middle.

He would cut back on his helicopter-esque hovering anytime you weren’t doing anything but sitting and you would try your best not to get hurt..