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He let out a light gasp when she lowered herself onto him, his eyes fixated on how he seemed to disappear into her. “I wan’make you cum again,” David said, moving his hands onto her hips while her nails dragged against his chest.
“Be selfish for me, love,” he says after she starts rocking herself on his cock. “May be the only time I let you.”
He licked his thumb and pressed it against her clit, groaning as his eyes made their way up her body. It wouldn’t be fair of him to show off the entire time; judging by the decor, the shop - this whole encounter, really, it was clear to him that Victoria had some tricks up her sleeve.
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While Victoria was riding out her orgasm, David heaved, the tip of his tongue against the flesh of his upper lip. His own body felt close to surrender, so when he was certain she was through he slowed down, moving his hand back to the fancy-beanbag they were on instead of her neck. The rogue leaned over and kissed her throat up to the side of her face, bringing their lips together after he pecked at her jaw. “Victoria,” he murmured against her lips.
It wasn’t that he lacked companionship previously; in the most humble way possible, David wasn’t lying when he told Padme he wasn’t seeking out new partners. This was just (so far) the most naturally he’d clicked with someone in Velia. His kisses were slower than his hips, still rocking slowly against her. “On top?” he asked in the breaths between kisses.
“Would love to see that again,” he added, a small smile evident even in his tone. “Different angle’n’all.”
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i’ve been a bit lost, to be honest.
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Elliot Alderson - 4x09 “Conflict” - Mr Robot (2019)
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“Shut up.” she scoffed taking the blunt he offered. Killmongur didn’t actually want to say that she wasn’t sure. Firstly, because she wasn’t a punk. Secondly because David would find the whole thing far to ammusing and that was the last thing that she wanted; to prove him right.
So instead, she enjoyed the high that she was getting. Unable to remember the last time she had smoked and it got her so high so quickly. Relizing she was still standing, she motioned with her hand for David to move. Settling on the edge of the hammock.
She frowned for a second as his words finally registering . “ Hold on,” she said looking over at him. “— Princess Kida, is your weed hook up too?” she couldn’t help but chuckle. Killmongur was learning all sorts of new things about David.
“Sure that’s smart? Mixing business with pleasure?”
David tucked his feet when she motioned for him to move, offering her a far more generous spot on the hammock than she took. An amused smile stayed on his lips as Killmongur put it all together, his hands folding behind his head. “Drug dealing is the business of pleasure, love,” he said. “So isn’t it mixed regardless?”
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kali: red wine stains, crumpled blankets on a couch, half-completed scrabble, late-night texts only
greer: a teapot constantly being refilled, worn leather bar stools, collection of playbills
kitty: platform shoes, club lights, throwing pillows, shot glasses lined up, falling asleep together with their clothes and makeup still on
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au: david stepped into the role of guild leader when jupiter died per elektra’s request; she tells him she’s planning on stepping down from second, but she wants to make sure the guild is in good hands. david assures her, and poaches player hades from catalyst. two days after the announcement, rowan, catalyst’s guild leader, storms into david’s training session to give him an earful about taking his man catalyst’s battle strategist.
David was re-wrapping his hands for his next training, half-sitting on his desk. The rogue had about 5 more minutes until Mercutio was supposed to arrive, and that man was never on time, so when he heard a banging at the door he pursed his lips in confusion. “Uh, it’s open,” he called, furrowing his brow.
In stormed the warrior who lead Catalyst, his hair swinging angrily behind him. David had to stifle a smirk when he noticed how unkempt Rowan was. “What the fuck, David?”
After appointing Luna to second-in-command, Rowan had been feeling a disconnect with a certain archer in his guild. Though the two never made anything official, it was clear something was going on between them. Sure, Rowan was also quite smitten with Padme, but even David could be smitten with Padme after trying some of the cookies she’d sent over. While everyone had their thoughts on what was going on between Rowan and Hades, no one would dare say out loud how obvious their affection for each other was. Especially not the culprits, who both insisted (poorly) their disinterest.
That’s part of the reason David was so excited to see Rowan come in here.
Running his tongue between his lips, the rogue nodded toward his fellow guild leader. “It’s not my fault, Rowan. I told him about the role opening because we used to train together, and he really thought he had it in the bag with you. But then you picked Luna, mate.”
He tsk’d twice before standing up, continuing: “I’m sure Luna is the right choice for Catalyst, but we both know Hades’s heart is much bigger than only protecting his guild.”
“Don’t tell me what’s in Leo’s heart,” Rowan barked, setting his jaw.
Leo. So he knew Hades’s real name, too. Impressive. David shrugged and bit off the excess tape from earlier. This was one of those times where he chose his silence purposefully, rather than as a default. He had given Achilles what he asked for - the reason why - but the heat of anger was still fresh. Looking back up to Rowan’s face, he raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
Rowan had the other man by the collar in the mere seconds that followed. His breath was hot against the rogue’s face, and their eyes met briefly before Rowan’s eyes drited down to David’s lips, where he was once again running his damn tongue between his lips. “Look, Rowan,” David started, nonchalant as ever, “this doesn’t seem to be about me taking your battle strategist.”
“What?”
“Is there something going on with you and -”
“No!”
“That’d be mighty unprofessional, Rowan.”
“What are you - ”
“And what would Padme think?”
“Why - it doesn’t -” Achilles started, his face burning. “Nothing is going on! Between me and anyone!”
David’s eyes flicked between Rowan’s gaze and his fists. “Let me go, mate.”
“There’s nothing going on,” Rowan stated again, shaking his head.
David pushed the other guild leader back, Achilles’s hands leaving his collar. “Do you really want to play this game, Rowan? Over one member of your guild? If I had a gold piece for each time someone decided a guild wasn’t for them, I’d be rich. It’s not personal, mate, it’s reall-”
Rowan’s fist met David’s cheek, hard. A ring on the warrior’s finger left an open wound on the rogue’s cheek, and David nodded when he brought his hand up and confirmed he was, in fact, bleeding.
Swiftly, he brought his forearm to Achilles’s shoulders and pushed him against the wall. Their faces were close enough to where David was starting to notice just how tired Achilles looked. “Is this what you wanted? Did you come here for a fight?”
Rowan shook his head, eyes falling down shamefully. David used his free hand to lift his fellow guild leader’s chin, trying to make eye contact again. “What did you come here for, Rowan?”
It was really a spur-of-the-moment action. Neither man would know who to credit with initiation, but after just a few seconds of quiet, David and Rowan’s lips were colliding. The rogue’s fingers danced up the side of the other player’s beard. Achilles was gliding his hands under David’s shirt and lightly nudging him back over to his desk.
#he's gay he can't sit right!!!#david&rowan#headcanon#au: scared is the best way to be horny#nsfw#i almost forgot to tag nsfw lmaaaao#usernameachilles#answered#this is so long#i had to set the tone#it got a little rushed#and you can assume what happens after
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you’re being so good for me” (Viv )
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Venus had asked David for his assistance with one of her classes; originally, he was a bit hesitant, but when she assured him she wouldn’t have him act as a dummy for any of her clients in the big guilds, he couldn’t find a reason to say no.
So there he sat, legs spread and robe open, staring at Venus. His hands were tied behind him with silk, binding him as well to the chair. David raised his eyebrows at Venus when she finally approached, patience wearing thin. She’d been teasing him, giving examples of methods for extending play time, for the past twenty minutes. He wasn’t usually the type to be withheld from, so his thigh bounced a bit in the chair while she stood above him, bringing his knees together before straddling him. He could feel her heat on the tip of his cock as she hovered, and he shuddered when she whispered into his ear: “you’re being so good for me, mon cheri.”
His lips moved to her neck, teeth dragging on her skin in a small plea for her to finally just lower herself onto his lap. “And then,” she said to her ‘class’, “you can give him what he wants.”
On the last word, she dropped herself onto his hard cock. They both gasped at the same time, David’s jaw going slack.
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nearly-empty bottles of hard liquor, shoes left carelessly by a door, a muggy training room, a cat resting its head on their human friend for the first time
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He could feel her clenching and unclenching around him, and a smug smirk formed while she cried out. “Not worried about me, love,” David said, giving her tongue a small nip. “Let’s get your first one out.”
He lifted himself back upright to tilt her hips in just a way, his hand only slightly moved to her collarbone instead of her neck. Biting his lower lip, he used his hips and thighs to provide momentum on each thrust, instead of relying solely on his core. His breath was ragged while he watched her beneath him, scooting his hand back up her throat.
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accepting: questions, (friend)ship aesthetics, love & hate, nsfw
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Luna arched a brow at David’s shifting mood when he mentioned Venus’s other samples. Something gave her the impression they were quite different from the chocolates she’d handed over… or perhaps her inventory really was that potent. “Hm, and yet you only suggested it after I’ve handed you all of my inventory. I’d rather try the ones I’ve got, I was specifically told to report back. I don’t know about you, but missing that appointment doesn’t sound like a great idea to me.”
She took back one one of the chocolates and followed suit, grinning as the flavor immediately bursted on her tongue. “I’m tempted to drink straight from the bottle tonight, but maybe we should toast first.” Without waiting for an invitation, Luna turned and entered his cabin in search of the kitchen. The layout from the first time she’d visited the cabin– was it months ago now?– was the same, but once she was actually inside, she waited for David to point her the right way.
He chuckled when she mentioned handing him her whole inventory. “To be fair,”
David said with a smile, “you only offered after I handed you a bottle.”
Missing an appointment with Venus would certainly be a tragedy, but he wasn’t entirely sure that was the kind of appointment Luna meant. Unless she was, in fact, a fun person under all of those rules and regulations and codes of Catalyst or whatever.
Following her into his own home, David stepped around her to grab a couple of glasses from the cabinet above his sink. “And what will we be toasting to?” he asked, turning around and placing the glasses on the counter.
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