#vlog squad fic

[klance-daydreams]

sleepover for two 🍿🌙🧸

(a space ranger vlogs mini fic)

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"Well, the heater is officially broken. Great."

Lance scratches his head as he tries to work with the van's less than amazing heating and cooling system. Keith crouches down next to him. "And there's nothing we can do?"

"It seems like it." Lance stands back up and pulls out his phone. Keith does the same, but heads back into the van. He plops onto the bed and sighs. He decides to add this little dilemma to their Ranger Squad Instagram story. Besides posting about their actual trips and outings, they post the other stuff like this. Followers love these things, apparently. 

He takes a small video and publishes the story when Lance walks in and lays down next to him. 

"I called a guy. He should be here tomorrow morning." Lance digs his head into the pillow. "Man, why'd the heater break down in the middle of the coldest week ever?" he groans. Keith ruffles the other boy's hair.

"I'm sure we'll survive."

A couple slow minutes pass when Lance jolts and turns over with a suddenly bright smile. "I just had the best. Idea. Ever!"

Seeing Keith's confused daze, he puts his hands in the air and continues. "Let's have a sleepover!"

Keith blinks. "Lance, we've been sleeping over in the van this whole time, in case you haven't noticed."

Lance shakes his head,"Sure dude, we've been sleeping in the van, but we've never slept over in the van! You know, like a proper sleepover! Like we did in high school."

"Like with more pillows and blankets, and stuff?"

Lance nods with excitement. "Yeah! And you know those fairy lights we bought a couple weeks ago, but never put up? Let's put them up! If it's gonna be cold tonight, why not take advantage?" Lance pauses. "We don't have to post anything about it either. It'll be just us."

Keith feels a smile creep onto his face. "Let's do it."

The Sun sets, and the two get ready for bed. They found some extra cushions and strung up the fairy lights. The harsh, white van lights are replaced with the soft, yellow glow from the small bulbs above the bedroom section. It's way colder outside than it was in the afternoon, but honestly with this set up, it doesn't bother Keith as much as it would. 

Lance pulls on a faded red-sleeved hoodie with a sun graphic on it. The piece of clothing was originally Keith's, but Lance wore it once, and after that became official shared property. Keith wears his own navy blue hoodie, layered over his regular pajama shirt.

He crawls into bed, where Lance is already sitting with a huge bowl of warm, buttered popcorn. They have two foldable bed tray desks, one for each of them. Carefully, Keith sets them up so that they can put the laptop in the middle of the two tables. He slides three pillows on the wall so that they can rest their backs, have the comforter cover them whole, and are able to watch a movie in comfort. They shift into place, and now they're close. Really close.

 Lance passes the bowl to Keith and opens Netflix.

"Whatya wanna watch?" He scrolls through the choices. "This one?"

It's some run of the mill romantic comedy, but it's probably the most perfect choice for a sleepover.

"Sure."

He clicks play, and the opening theme starts with a cheesy pop song. Yep, romantic comedy at it's finest. 

More than half an hour passes. The popcorn bowl is swept clean with the exception of a few kernels. Lance's eyes are fixed on the movie. Keith moves a little, and freezing air creeps into the covers. He rests his head on Lance's shoulder. They've done this before, cuddling as they watch a movie or YouTube videos, but this time feels a little different. Maybe it's the lights, cozy arrangement, and the cold that's making Keith's cheeks turn pink. Maybe it's the fact that Keith really likes this. That he really likes Lance. It's probably a combination of all three.

"Hey, 'you cold?" Lance's voice is soft and sleepy. 

"Yeah, 'little bit." Keith nestles his face into the crook of the other boy's neck. Lance slowly wraps an arm around Keith, pressing gently against his body. He melts in the newfound warmth.

"We don't have to finish the movie if you're tired," Lance says, but the notion is lost into silence. The two main movie characters are finally kissing. 

"Nah, s'okay." Keith closes his eyes. "Too cold to move." 

"Alright. I'll wake you when the movie's over then," Lance whispers, and Keith barely hears it.

(By the time that the credits appear on screen, Keith is fast asleep. Lance can't help but to press a light kiss on his forehead. Keith won't feel it, or remember it in the morning, and Lance is okay with that.)

(They end up sleeping together side by side all night long.)

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#ANOTHA ONE #klance #klance fic #klance fluff #ew klance fluff sjsgsh #klancedaywrites??? #space ranger vlogs

[jovenshires]

FIRST? 👀

as a lil treat, here are the first two sentences from all my current big wips <3

dancing on my own:

Spencer Agnew has spent one full year studying different parts of Tommy Bowe. Today, it's his hands.

yet untitled bedsharing fic:

For the past hour and thirty-five minutes, Angela has had time to reflect. Upon reflection, she has decided that she's extremely grateful that the channel no longer films Squad Vlogs.

yet untitled niche au [working title 'bad idea']:

A drop of sweat drips down Spencer's forehead. The sun is beating down on him with no mercy, but he has no choice but to ignore it.

send me some fic asks!

#this isnt counting the one in my inbox that i AM working on i just have to. commit for a second. it should be out soonish its not long #ask #asks #anonymous #katie writes #fic #shipping #domo #bsf

[espinosaurusrexex]

❁ 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

I think it's time to properly introduce myself...

❧ You can call me Meg (or ℳ), which is not entirely my real name but it's close enough.

❧ I love to read and write fanfiction. Unfortunately this is not my main blog so I cannot always interact under this @ as much as I’d like (Petition to make Tumblr let us change main and secondary blogs anyone?).

❧ I originally started writing for the Vlog Squad (that was in 2020 I think) because, as weird as that sounds, I felt as though writing for Bucky and Steve would ruin my chances with them. I KNOW, I KNOW! You’re probably thinking: “But Meg, they are not real people. There is no chance with them ever!” but trust me, babes, it’s very real TO ME! Am I okay? Probably not. But I play it off pretty cool, I’d say.

What else is there about me? Let me think…

❧ Ah, my username! Yes that old thing goes back to my magcon boys obsession and, well, you guessed it: Matthew Espinosa was my all time fave. That obsession died down though. That is without to say that I still have a bunch of fanfiction about these boys somewhere at home ahah so I guess you could say I’ve been writing for a little longer than what I’ve told you now (just not on here).

❧ I am very obsessed with Marvel now as you can probably tell and my comfort characters are definitely Bucky and Steve, hence most of my fics are about them. But I do get attached to characters of new shows/movies I watch fairly easy. What I’m saying is: I’m open to trying new things. You know? Expand my horizons and dip in my potential and all that good stuff. So you are always welcome to request anything you like.

❧ And I encourage you to interact! Because as much as I try not to let the feedback affect me, I am so happy to hear what you think and feel while reading my work. So don’t be shy, tell me :)

❧ I will be adding a little more about me if you have questions. I’m excited to hear from you, make mutuals and share my obsessions. And of course, deliver some new content that you hopefully like.

❧ With that being said, welcome to my blog! Feel free to stay as long as you’d like, have fun, chat with me, and most importantly: stay obsessed

~ℳ❁

#get to know meg #ask away #nice to meet ya #❤︎

[isthisthingeven0n]

not so secret santa : j.w

with natalie’s help, jeff is your secret santa this year and proves to be the perfect opportunity to tell you how he feels (1.7k) 

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requested: yes, by anon - thanks for the idea angel! warnings: none 

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

“Come on, I’m not asking for much.” Jeff pleads as Natalie remains silent, scrolling through her phone. “Please, Nat.”

Glancing up from her phone, Natalie can’t ignore the puppy dog look Jeff is presenting. A heavy sigh leaves her lips as she lowers her phone. “You better have a good gift in mind, I’m not sacrificing my secret Santa just for you to fuck up.” Natalie states.

Smiling brightly, Jeff launches onto Natalie as he hugs her tightly. “Thanks, Natalie. I’ve got the perfect thing in mind.”

“I’ve got conditions to it though.” Natalie muffles through Jeff’s arms as he leans back, allowing Natalie to breathe. “You have to get her this,” Holding her phone up, Natalie watches as Jeff’s brows furrow together. “and, tell her how you feel. As I know I’m not the only one who can’t stand you tiptoeing around her anymore.”

“She’s got a point.” David chimes in as he wanders into the living room as Ilya files behind him, nodding in agreement.

“Oh come on, guys. It’s not that bad.” Jeff shrugs his shoulder, but the looks exchanged between his friends says otherwise.

“Dude, Scott was filming the other day and recorded you looking at Y/n in awe as she worked out.” Ilya comments and Jeff knows there isn’t any point denying it, he just can’t help himself when you’re around.

“She’s got a good body and strength.” Jeff comments confidently. “Besides, Y/n doesn’t see me that way, she has said plenty of times how much I mean to her as a friend.” Jeff reminds the others as his heart sinks back in his chest, remembering just last week when he went over to yours.

“What was so urgent?” Jeff asks with wide eyes as he pants lightly whilst you stand in your doorway, wearing your pyjamas as you rub your tired eyes.

“Oh, sorry,” You laugh innocently. “I didn’t mean to scare you, Jeff. I just, I needed help making Christmas cookies.”

Resting his hand against your door frame, Jeff exhales deeply. “You texted me, stating you had an emergency at 10pm, just to make Christmas cookies?”

Nodding in response, you hold your door open further. “So is that a yes you’ll help?” Your smile starts to grow as Jeff steps into your apartment, rolling the sleeves of his hoodie up.

“Where do you wanna start?” He asks, admitting defeat as you happily clap behind him, a spring in your step as you follow him into your kitchen.

“Thank you, thank you, Jeff! You’re the best, my Mom will adore these knowing they’re from her favourite of my friends.” You comment, missing the way Jeff’s smile drops for a second before standing beside him in the kitchen as you gather the ingredients, prepping your kitchen knowing the mess that is about to follow.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Taylor sings as all eyes turn to her. “I’m just saying.” Taylor holds her hands up as Ella nods in agreement.

“It’s not too late to back down from being her secret Santa, Jeff.” Natalie nudges him, but Jeff shakes his head.

“I’m not backing down and like I said, I’ve got the perfect gift.”

*

“So we’re actually organised this time?” You ask, looking around at everyone sat in David’s living room whilst David sits beside one of the many Christmas trees in his house.

Across the room, Jeff tries to remain composed as Natalie sends him a reassuring smile, knowing two of those gifts under the tree have your name on it and a confession to follow.

“For the first time, it seems so.” David chuckles as he rubs his hands together, scanning over the various presents underneath the tree. “So, how do you guys wanna do this?”

Scott rises to his feet, adorning his Santa hat as he remains dressed as Mrs Claus from recording his music video earlier today. “I’ll hand them out.” He suggests and everyone agrees.

Jeff watches as Scott hands out presents to everyone, the joy radiating in the room as Christmas songs play faintly in the background.

“And this one is for Y/n.” Scott walks over to you, handing you the soft present wrapped neatly with a ribbon and perfectly tied bow on top.

“Wow, who paid for gift wrap?” You chuckle, looking around at everyone as they remain silent, no one admitting who their secret Santa was just yet.

Watching in earnest, Jeff is distracted as he’s handed his present, quickly catching your smile as you look away from him.

“Okay, go ahead and unwrap your gifts.” David states as the sound of paper tearing fills the room and excited responses follow suit.

Yet, Jeff puts his gift to one side as he focuses on you unwrapping yours.

Ripping the paper off, you pause as you look at the gift on your lap. “What’d you get, Y/n?” Natalie asks you, a bright smile on her lips as you remain quiet.

Feeling his heart rest in his throat, Jeff takes a deep breath as you lift the hoodie out from the paper. “I, this is just,” Struggling to form words, you look around at everyone before your eyes land on Jeff. You silently mouth a thank you as tears fill your eyes.

No words are exchanged between you both as everyone continues to film for their channels and social media, slowly filing out of the room until it’s just you and Jeff sat in silence.

“I thought you might like it.” Jeff speaks up as he rests his arms on his thighs, trying to suppress his leg from shaking as you hold the hoodie in your hands, your fingers running across the fabric.

Lifting your head up, Jeff’s heart melts as tears fall from your eyes. “You did this, for me?” Your voice remains soft as Jeff nods. “But why?” Curiosity encroaches in your tone as you wipe your eyes, Jeff taking the chance to sit down beside you.

“Well, I remember that time your Mom came to visit you.” Jeff starts, remembering the day clearly despite it being months ago.

“Oh honey, I brought you something!” Your Mom exclaims as she reaches into her bag whilst Jeff busies himself in your kitchen, having come over to help you film as he knew your Mom was visiting.

“Mom, I told you I don’t need anything.” You roll your eyes playfully, just as Jeff walks into the room with three mugs.

“Thank you, dear, you’re a true gentleman.” Your Mom gushes to Jeff as he chuckles, shaking his head before sitting down in your armchair. “It’s in here somewhere,” Your Mom mutters under her breath before grabbing something and lifting it out.

“Mom, why did you bring that?” You ask, trying to conceal the fact you were beginning to get hot from embarrassment whilst Jeff watched curiously.

Holding your old teddy up, your Mom raises an eyebrow to you. “Honey, you loved this teddy, you brought it everywhere! Honestly, Jeff, she could never sleep without it!” A laugh is shared between Jeff and your Mom whilst you internally groan.

“I’m an adult Mom, I don’t need my teddy bear.” You sigh, but the sight of the ratty teddy bear does warm your heart. “But, since you brought it all this way, I guess I’ll keep it.” You reach out, taking the teddy in your hands as you keep it on your lap, the sight something Jeff hopes he’ll never forget.

“But, how?” A laugh escapes your lips as you run your index finger across the embroidery sitting on the left breast of the hoodie, an exact replica of your teddy bear down to the bowtie around its neck.

Jeff shrugs a shoulder in response. “I have connections.” He states. “And since you always steal my hoodies, I thought I’d give you one to keep and make it personal to you.” He adds, watching as you slip it on.

The sleeves hang over your hands, it clearly doesn’t fit but your smile grows. You loved Jeff’s hoodies as they felt like a warm hug from him, enveloped in his aftershave even if he wasn’t there with you.

“I just, this is the most thoughtful present anyone has ever gotten me, Jeff.” You admit as Jeff rests his hand on your cheek, wiping away the stray tears that fall as you sniff quietly.

“There’s erm, something else I got for you too.” Jeff mutters as you focus on his eyes as your hand rests on his thigh, the distance between you both minimising.

“Okay?” You chuckle under your breath.

“You have to close your eyes first if that’s alright with you.” Jeff asks as you nod, complying as you close your eyes.

Taking a steady breath, Jeff closes his eyes and leans in until his lips are on yours. It takes a moment for you to respond, and once you do, the kiss deepens as you lift your arms up, wrapping them around his neck as you lean back on the sofa, Jeff leaning over you.

Pulling away, you rest your forehead against Jeffs. “Was that the present or something you just felt like doing?” You question, rubbing your lips together as Jeff smirks.

“A bit of both.” He admits. “But I like you, Y/n, a lot. And if you’ll let me, I’d love to take you out sometime.”

“I thought you’d never ask, Jeff.” You breathe out, kissing Jeff softly as the sound of applause interrupts your moment.

Breaking apart, you look up to see all your friends stood with their phones and cameras.

"It's a Christmas miracle!” Natalie yells as Todd stands behind her, his arms around her waist. “There’s still one more present, and now I think you might actually have a use for it.” She motions to the small gift on the sofa, and Jeff reaches over for it.

Passing it to you, you unwrap it and bury your face in the sleeves of Jeff’s hoodie.

“Stay safe you guys.” David laughs whilst Natalie winks to you.

“I’m sure we’ll put them to good use.” Jeff mutters into your ear as you look up to him, quirking a brow before kissing him once more.

“Just you wait, Wittek.” You giggle. “Just you wait.”

#ugh christmas fluff is my favourite #jeff wittek #jeff wittek imagine #jeff wittek imagines #jeff wittek angst #jeff wittek fluff #jeff wittek x reader #jeff wittek oneshot #jeff wittek writing #jeff wittek fic #jeff wittek headcanon #vlog squad #vlog squad imagine #vlog squad imagines #vlog squad fluff #vlog squad angst #vlog squad x reader #vlog squad oneshot #vlog squad fic #vlog squad writing #vlogsquad #vlogsquad imagine #vlogsquad imagines #vlogsquad fluff #vlogsquad angst #vlogsquad x reader #vlogsquad oneshot #vlogsquad fic #vlogsquad writing

[duskypinkbow]

Masterlist ✨

Due to the fact that english isn't my first language..i don't feel comfortable enough to write anything..

Buuut i decided to make a masterlist with my favourite imagines/fics/blurbs etc!

This list will be *updated from time to time... (i have to go through my likes and this may take some time lol)

And i will organize and mark them as well! 

I renamed some of them but tried to keep the original name. 

If I used your work and you don't want to be featured on this list please tell me and I’ll remove it.  

as my blog in general... this list will contain mainly Jeff, some David (not yet but it will.. i promise) .. and a few whole squad pieces. 

* ~. enjoooooy . ~*

angst - A

fluff - F

smut - S

*~ new fics updated to the list 

Jeff Wittek as...

-> your friend/crush/ex

~ the one where you meet him in a bar

~ the one where you meet him at a dog park

~ the one where you meet him at a houseparty in New York (s)

~ the one where he asks you out

~ the one where he flirts with you 

~ the one with the six feet apart date

~ the one with the blind date (cute!!)

~ the one with your first date

*~ the one where you go house hunting (f)

*~ the one where he is your plus one

~ the one where you’re cuddling on davids couch  (f)

*~ the one where he gives you his hoodie (f)

~ the one where he would do anything for you (f)

~ the one where he helps you heal after a break up (f)

*~ the one where you escape an abusive relationship 

~ the one where he tries to get in your pants (a/f)

~ the one where he teases you

~ the one where you tease each other 

~ the one where he treats you to something nice (s)

~ the one with the lie detector

~ the one where he is your seatbelt

~ the one where he breaks up with his gf cuz you’re bored

~ the one where he tells you that your boyfriend cheated on you

~ the one where you are in an unhappy relationship with someone else (a/f)

~ the one where you break up with your boyfriend cuz he is jealous of Jeff (s)

~ the one with your dirty laundry (s)

~ the one where you are friends from back home 

~ the one where you are number neighbours

~ the one where he stays with you

~ the one where you are being shipped 

~ the one where he has a crush on you

~ the one where you accidentally admit your crush on him

~ the one where your friends push you to admit your crush 

*~ the one where you are not supposed to kiss him

*~ the one where you kiss him first

~ the one where he tells you that he loves you (a/f/s)

~ the one where one thing leads to another 

~ the one where you are friends with benefits (light s)

*~ the one were no strings are attached

*~ the one where he lets you go (a/f/s)

~ the one where you have a sleepover with the squad (s)

~ the one where he gets attached

~ the one where he is your secret boyfriend

~ the one where you are not official yet 

~ the one where you are drunk text him (the billboard prank pt. 2)

*~ the one where he takes care of you while you’re drunk

~ the one where you get caught - by David 

~the one where you get caught - by everyone 

~ the one where you get caught - by Joe 

~ the one where you accidentally call him

*~ the one where you meet him again

*~ the one where you meet him after he abandoned you 

*~ the one where you get back together

~ the one where he drunkenly shows up at your place

-> your boyfriend

~ the one with the escape room (S)

~ the one where he can't hold back (s)

~ the one where you start liking hiking 

~ the one where you are a hot mess

~ the one where he can't get enough

~ the one where you are on a road trip (s)

~ the one where you are on vacation (F) 

~ the one where you are passing the time (S)

~ the one on the beach 

~ the one where he will marry you

~ the one where you’re his shortcake

*~ the one where you have your period

~ the one where you are his home and heaven

*~ the one where you move in with him

~ the one where you are playing baseball with him (f)

~ the one where you broke his clippers (s)

*~ the one where he tries to do your make up

~ the one where he braids your hair

~ the one where he is doing your hair (another one)

~ the one where you feature on the barbershop

~ the one where your relationship gets exposed

~ the one where you dance with him

~ the one where you visit his family (S)

~ the one where you meet his parents 

~ the one where you meet his parents (another one)

~ the one where he is jealous  (light S)

~ the one where you tease him (S)

~ the one where you tease him by posting pictures on insta

~ the one where he calls you by a different name (a?)

~ the one where he says his goodbyes to you (a)

-> your husband/ a father

~ the one where he proposes to you

~ the one where you marry him

~ the one where you visit Davids house (with your kids)

~ the one where he takes care of your son

-> not defined/ long ones/ series

~  History repeats (long one)

~ the girl with the fire in her eyes (long one)

~ mystery girl / pt. 2 (with David Dobrik)

~ the billboard prank / pt. 2 

~ no more waiting

~ are you up? / pt. 2 (S)

~ You will always be the girl he wish he kept / pt. 2 / pt. 3

~ Best friends / pt. 2 / pt. 3 / pt. 4 *

*~ not the boy you should be afraid to love 

~ weak when ur around

~ unrequited 

David Dobrik 

-> your friend/crush

~ the one where he teases you all day long (s)

~ the one where he marries you instead of Jasons mom

~ the one with the mistletoe

*~ the one where you are jealous of other girls in his life

*~ the one where you are watching his old vlogs and eating cheesecake

-> your boyfriend

~ the one where you are a stressed student (s)

~ the one where the guys are jealous cuz david gets laid the most (f)

~ the one where he pranks you

~ the one where you tell him you are pregnant 

-> your husband/ a father

-> not defined

Whole Squad & others

~ the one where you are the baby of the group / pt. 2

~ the one where you are the affectionate one in your friend group

~ the one where you relive the same day over and over again 

-> Scotty Sire

*~ the one where he helps you with a brand deal (s)

*~ the one where you show him your skincare routine

If some links won't work/are wrong/got removed please tell me so i can edit it! :)

**this is inspired by ‘the mother of all masterlist’ by Jeffswinky 

#the vlog squad #vlog squad #vlogsquad #vlog squad fic #vlog squad imagine #vlog squad x you #vlog squad x reader #vlog squad x y/n #jeff wittek #jeff wittek x y/n #jeff wittek x you #jeff wittek x reader #jeff wittek imagine #jeff wittek smut #jeff wittek fluff #jeff wittek blurb #david dobrik #david dobrik imagine #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik x you #david dobrik x y/n #david dobrik smut #david dobrik fluff #david dobrik blurb #masterlist #vlog squad masterlist #til ultimatum jw

[poisxnyouth]

bad influence dave part 5 (d.d)

A/N: I KNOW 3.8K ISN’T SHORT BUT I FEEL LIKE I’VE CONDITIONED MYSELF TO THINK IT IS. ANYWAY. ENJOY. LMK WHAT YOU THINK. TALK TO ME WHILE YOU READ. I LOVE YOU. LET’S CHAT. -HAILEY

Word Count: 3.85K

“David,” you whine his name, bucking up into his touch and grabbing at his hair, “We have thirty minutes before we have to go.” 

 “Hush,” he says gruffly, fingers twisting inside of you and grunting slightly, “You’re going to cum before we leave this house.” 

 Neither of you are even dressed, still in pajamas, and yet: you woke up late, kissed each other good morning, and you barely had a second to think before he was sliding his hand down the front of your sweatpants. 

 This behavior of his seems to be routine on weekends, now. You stay over at his place Friday to Sunday; every Sunday, he attempts to make you cum before having to leave for church. It’s an increasingly frustrating task for him — he knows he can, and he knows he knows how to do so, but you’re not complying with him. It’s not your fault, either:

 Sexual repression is fucking difficult to fix, apparently, and David wants to kill himself. He cannot count on both of his hands the amount of times he’s been between your legs and had to tell you, “Stop putting pressure on yourself to be able to cum. You do that, and you’ll never cum. Knock it off and let me do this. I know how to. Shut up.” It seems as though his words are finally beginning to click this time, and he can tell by the way you’re tugging so tightly at the roots of his hair as he works his mouth and fingers against you. 

 After pushing his sexual ego to the side, David got the balls to buy you a bullet vibrator – an amazing decision he couldn't regret even if he wanted to. Now, he pulls away from you before you whine again, tugging him closer.

 He continues to pull away, harshly pushing your hands off, “Stop it. Let me do this.” 

 David grabs the vibrator and flips it on, settling back between your legs and starting his work again: vibe on your clit, fingers inside, and mouth on you. As far as he’s concerned, for any other woman, this is the Holy Trinity of what it takes to orgasm, and he feels you getting so close beneath him that his heart begins racing in excitement. He watches your face twist up and you pull tighter at his hair, bucking up against him.

 This is the closest he’s gotten to making you cum so far, and he wishes he was surprised when you exhale deeply and groan, gently pushing his touches away. He knew it was too good to be true. 

 You cover your face with your hands, wanting to cry of frustration and embarrassment as David switches off the vibe. He haphazardly (and grossly) wipes his fingers on his t-shirt, wiping at his mouth before lying back down next to you. He sighs, too, pulling you into his arms and moving to grab your chin, “Look at me, babygirl.” 

 “It’s okay,” David promises and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, even though he’s just as frustrated as you are, “That was the closest we’ve been. Progress, honey. Baby steps.” 

 “I’m so mad at myself,” you say dejectedly, rolling over to get out of bed and begin getting ready, “I feel fucking broken.” 

 “Noooo,” he drags out, shaking his head and tugging off his t-shirt, “Don't feel that way, my love. Patience. It’ll come! I promise. We can always try again later.” 

 David’s been trying so hard to remain optimistic, and he still is, but it's mentally draining, and he's spreading himself thin.  He gets out of bed and lazily pulls out his Sunday best clothes: wife beater, t-shirt, dress shirt, slacks, dress shoes. At first, he had hated wearing church clothes again – as the weeks pass, though, and however unfaithful he remains, it’s his routine now. 

 He’s moving more drugs than he ever has now that he has the guise of salvation; so, to him, two hours every Sunday morning and Wednesday night in stuffy clothes is worth the extra ten grand a week. David’s already made fifty racks since being with you – a little over a month – and he has more money than he even knows what to do with. He never thought the Catholic church was his answer to being able to deal more.

 “Babygirl, have you seen my raz – Nevermind,” David has exactly ten minutes to shave his face and pull his clothes on; he’s stood in front of his mirror in his tank top, crowded next to you as you both attempt to hurriedly get ready at the same time. From his cheeks down, he’s covered in shaving cream, quickly running the blades across his skin. He leaves the faucet on as you lean over the counter next to him, in your bra and underwear, attempting to do your makeup as quickly as you can. 

 “What time is it, honey?” 

 “Seven-oh-five,” you reply, checking your phone in the middle of your mascara, “Ten minutes.” 

 It’s a forty-five-minute trip into the city, and David hates waking up so early on one of his two days off – but God, is the money worth it. Church is practically a job he gets paid two and a half G’s per hour for. Call him a priest.

 You brush your teeth simultaneously, his arm draped around your waist as you rest your head against his shoulder. You spit, rinse, and spit again at the same time before you’re both racing to tug on your clothes; David tucks his dress shirt into his slacks and slips his belt through the loops, quickly buckling it and flipping his collar up, reaching for his tie. He wraps it around his neck, not bothering tying it yet as you ask him to zip up the back of your dress. 

 He does, slipping his shoes on and tying them as you gather your belongings. God, he hates church. 

 David stashes the vibrator in his pocket when you’re not looking, grouping it in with his wallet, keys, lighter, and cigarettes. Somehow, you manage to make it out of the house and into his car on time – and you’re both exhausted. 

 He makes a mental note to himself to never do an eight ball of cocaine by himself the night before church again – his throat’s raw, and every time he speaks, it feels like he’s getting facefucked by a hundred and eighty grit sandpaper. 

 You did not participate in his festivities, but you had been all over him, drunk, in the bathroom of his friend's house as he cut himself a few lines on the granite countertops with his debit card. You watched him as he pulled out his wallet for the second time, precisely rolling up a hundred-dollar bill and bending over the counter, shamelessly snorting a line at a time. Half-way through, he stopped, tipping his head back and rubbing at his nose, sniffling and groaning quietly.

 Someone had attempted to come through the door without knocking, and David quickly shut it on them, locking the door, “Go the fuck awaaaay, dude.” 

 Handle of his pistol peeking out of the back of his shorts, he bent over again, finishing the rest of his lines and running his fingers through the numbies. David rubbed the excess dust into his gums, wiping the dampness on his fingertips on his shirt aimlessly.

 You drunkenly hung off of him, arms wrapped around his shoulders and kissing at his neck as he tipped his head backwards again, sniffling and wiping at his nose. His fingers reached for the baggy, hundred-dollar bill, and his debit card, slipping the items back into his wallet before tugging you closer and kissing you sloppily. 

 Of course, David doesn’t regret it – he regrets very little, after all – but he does feel like a hot, steaming pile of garbage, and he knows you must be hungover. He wants nothing more than a cigarette and a blunt, but God forbid-

 “Hey, are we dealing today?” You snap him out of his own head as he drives, sunglasses over his too-sensitive eyes – a result of the liquor he also put in his body the night before. 

 “Um, yeah,” he nods, one hand on the wheel at six o’clock and the other laced with yours. “I’m moving two ounces of coke upstate today. You’re just tagging along. Fuck, everything in my body hurts. I need coffee or something. Do we have time?” 

 “I think so?” you reply, digging through his center console for an aspirin, a Tylenol, a Motrin, anything to ease the headache that the sunlight’s presence is making a million times worse. “The traffic is worse than usual, so maybe we shouldn't.”

 David’s mouth and fingers are itching for a cigarette, but he knows the stench is immediately recognizable – he untangles your fingers as he gets stopped at a light, leaning over you into the passenger side and opening his dash. He rifles through it quickly, placing the spare Glock in your lap as he feels you rub at his back affectionately. He finds a pack of mint toothpicks – he knew he had some somewhere – an aged relic of when he attempted to quit smoking two years prior, opens the package, and places one in his mouth. 

 David's oral fixation momentarily relieved, he hits the gas and tells you to put the gun back. He's yet to give you a full tutorial, supplying you with sporadic explanations here and there; but you do, very carefully and very slowly, before he interrupts you.

 “Jesus, baby, it's not a bomb. You know the safety is on,” he takes it from your hands, tossing it into the dash and telling you to shut it. 

 David chews on the toothpick until the flavor is gone, rolling it between his lips as he drives, fingers laced with yours again. You speak, entirely too hungover to be going anywhere, but wanting to appreciate him, “Thanks for never judging me with the whole orgasm thing, babe. You’re too patient.”

 He tuts, squeezing your hand and hoarsely replying, “A judgmental man is a weak man, sweetheart. Gotta do what you gotta do. I’ve got you, regardless.” 

 You don't know what to say to that, going silent at his words and leaning over to put your head in his bicep, shutting your eyes. “Ugh, God. Can we call in sick?” 

 “Oh my God, can we?” he replies, mentally crossing his fingers, “Please say yes. I didn't know we could do that.” 

 “Oh, fuck it,” you move from his arm and reach for your phone, quickly texting your family and fibbing you and David don’t feel too good. It’s not a complete lie. 

 David quickly tosses out the toothpick and reaches for his cigarettes, lighting one and rolling his window down. He gets stopped at a light again after making a U-turn, subsequently rolling his sleeves up, loosening his Windsor knot, and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt, cigarette loosely between his lips. 

 He looks so hot, and you tell him so. He scoffs and doesn't acknowledge your compliment, smile playing at his lips as he takes a drag and untangles your fingers, free hand sliding up the inside of your thigh.

 “We need to talk, sweet girl,” David says vaguely, side of his knuckles rubbing gently against your underwear, “Don’t be a stupid whore and make yourself a target later today. Do as I say and nothing else. I’ll leave it at that.” 

 “I always do as you say,” you reply, spreading your legs slightly, “Why wouldn't I?”

 “Because,” he shrugs, index finger hooking at the hem of your underwear and tugging, “Some part of you has a death wish, babygirl. You don’t like to listen to me. Get these off.” 

 He tosses his cig out of the window and pulls the vibrator out of his pocket, rolling the window up and spreading your legs further apart as he continues driving. David ignores you when you ask the reasoning behind him bringing the vibe as you push the clothing down your legs, flipping the switch and placing it on you.

 “David!” you exclaim, going red in the cheeks, “We’re still in public!” 

 “My windows are tinted,” he replies coolly, throat still scratchy, “Just let me.” 

 He presses it harder against your clit, before ordering you, “Hold it there for me, sweetheart.” 

 You listen to him and do as he says, as he previously requested, just to slip his middle finger and ring finger inside of you. There's only so much he can do as he drives; his limited mobility is a struggle, but he glances between the road and between your legs as he moves his fingers with a certain finesse you can't quite do by yourself. 

 “Come on, sugar,” David presses, feeling the way your fingernails are sharply digging into his biceps as you get closer, “You can do it. Do it for Daddy, baby.” 

 He tries his hardest for a few minutes before you make a louder noise, crying out and finally releasing, and he can't believe it – he didn't think it would actually work. He always waits until you give up on yourself, sighing heavily and nearly crying of frustration.

 You push his hands away as you catch your breath, eyes looking up at the ceiling of his car as he chuckles slightly, both hands on the wheel and another toothpick between his lips, wagging slightly as he speaks, “How was that, honey?” 

 “Jesus fucking Christ,” you curse, groaning quietly, “They’re all like that?” 

 “Pretty much,” he shrugs, rolling the stick between his lips, “Proud of you. Good job, babygirl.” 

 ++ 

 David has a genuine look of indifference on his face as he gets a gun pulled on him after asking for a higher sale price of the two ounces coke, cigarette between his lips. His eyes roll as he exhales the smoke carelessly down the barrel of the gun, speaking, “I carry. My girl carries. Don’t try it. You’re outnumbered. You’re not a big boy yet, man. It’s okay. Just give me the extra cash.” 

 “I won't shoot you if you don’t give me a reason to,” he promises, taking a drag as he pulls out his Glock, “Point that at her, though, and I will. Give it.” 

 “Fuck,” the man curses – David’s nonchalance is one of his best attributes – eyes rolling and taking the gun off of him, “Fine. I hate you. You’re a little shit.”

 David gets in the car with five grand more than he thought he would come back with, casually sucking his teeth and tossing the gun in the backseat. He places a toothpick between his lips, tutting, “That guy’s an asshole. Fifteen bands, though. You want something nice?”

 “Don't spend your money on me,” you say, “Not worth it.”

 “Liar,” he chuckles, beginning to drive, “Sweetheart, I’ve made seventy-five thousand dollars in the past month and a half. I have almost four hundred thousand dollars to my name in cash. I have more money than I know what to do with. Let me buy you shit.”

 “I’m not going to ask you for anything,” you promise, “Not with you for the money. I don't give a shit. I like when you're successful.”

 “Riiiiiight,” he says doubtfully, “Okay, so when you come home to expensive packages you 'didn't want,’” he air-quotes mockingly, laughing slightly, “I want a picture of you and whatever I buy you and you saying, ‘No, thank you, Daddy. I don't want this Versace dress, I promise.’” 

 “I hate you so much,” you shove playfully, “Of course I’ll accept...but is that shit worth getting a gun pulled on for?”

 “Ha,” David actually says, glancing between you and the road, “Anything for my girl.”

 ++ 

 “God, baby. What are you doing?” David gripes in a whisper, eyeing the bong in your hands, “Putting that shit through college? Light the bowl and get on with it.” 

 You’ve had David in your life for three months now, dating him for one, and somehow, there are still things you haven't been taught how to do. Unfortunately, this includes how to use a bong, and now you’re under pressure, sitting in his lap. You’re both squoze in a shitty plastic chair, everyone arranged in a circle in one of David’s jerkoff friend’s backyards. 

 David is the only man in his friend group who has a girl.

 David wipes at the corner of his mouth quickly before his hands are on your waist, mouth by your ear, “I’m telling you how to do this once, and only once.” 

 “Thumb over the carb. The back hole, baby,” he clarifies, “Mouth in the top hole. Seal. Light. Now, pull.”

 You do as he says, his voice quiet as his friends make small talk with each other, eyeing the way he aids you, “Pullpullpullpull. Take off your thumb. Inhale all of it.” 

 You do, inhaling as much as you can, cough-free, quickly exhaling before he’s clearing the chamber for you, wiping the mouthpiece with the sleeve of his t-shirt before passing the glass to his buddy next to him. No one is saying it, but all they can think of when they watch you two is a charity case. They would never dare speak it – David would probably kill them – but he was never the type for good girls.

 He’s sweet, for the most part, sure – but he’s also fucked every other girl sitting in that entire circle and none of them come close to being the same species as you. David’s wearing his cross again, something he stopped doing years ago, and you’re wearing one too. They also know he’s moving more coke and MDMA than he has in his entire life – it’s no coincidence.

 He’s not manipulative, never has been, so it’s not that. He’s truly interested, and they can’t figure it out; you’re an odd match for him, and David seems especially enamored as you light his cigarette for him, eyes on his. He exhales the first drag quickly before kissing you, wholly on display for everyone who cares to see as he shamelessly tugs you closer after taking another drag. He shotguns the cigarette smoke with you, and judging by the way you’ve got your arms wrapped around his neck and the hickeys on his skin are peeking out from under his wife beater tank top – you’re enamored with him as much as he is with you.

 They’ve all seen this man rail lines of ketamine and cocaine right after one another off of a random broad’s ass and continue his night doing shots, girls at his fingertips wherever he went; so, to see him so voluntarily committed to one woman – a woman who’s good for him and a woman who’s not like him at all – is staggering. They understand David well enough to know he doesn't force himself into anything; if he’s in a situation, it’s because he puts himself there, and if he wanted out, he would leave.

 The most substantial evidence of this thought process of his is every girl’s experience with him in the bedroom behind closed doors. Not bad, performance wise, of course – but he’s selfish. One particular anecdote cites him pulling out, tearing off the condom, getting dressed, and asking said girl to leave. ‘Fuck, this sucks. You can go home now, sugar. Thanks, anyway, though,’ he had supposedly said, bathroom door shutting and shower turning on before she was even able to get her bra back on. He ended up cumming down his shower drain to the thought of Blake Lively’s tits, free hand holding himself up against the wall of white porcelain tiles as his free palm and fingers worked over himself, not feeling one inkling of guilt for that poor girl – who’s now bitterly sitting across from you and David in the circle, watching you cluelessly kiss the taste of Coors Light off of his lips.

 You and David are hardly paying attention to anything besides each other, and it’s been this way every time he's visited, and you’ve tagged along. Cigarette between his fingers, he whispers comments to you to make you giggle, resembling rebellious teenagers at a shitty house party as the fingers of his spare hand creep up the hem of your (David’s) t-shirt. 

 It comes as a shock for everyone, including you, when David pushes your hair out of your face and murmurs a quiet admission without thinking twice about the meaning of it, “I love you, my sweet girl.” 

 Even while stoned, you feel yourself go breathless in his hold as he continues to nonchalantly play with the ends of your hair and kisses your forehead, ensuring, “Say it back whenever you want to. No pressure, babygirl. I’m just saying.” 

 A quiet but not unnoticed interaction, it’s painfully obvious to everyone how beguiled he is with you – a scarce but not entirely unfamiliar feeling for him to experience. He’s a grown man; he’s been in love before. David’s best quality is his self-awareness; he knows it’s too early, and he knows himself well enough to understand that he will be wholeheartedly, emotionally fucked if something, however much unanticipated, goes wrong with your relationship.

 It’s a chance he’s willing to take, and he’s not ashamed of it – he’s too comfortable with himself to be ashamed of any of his desires. That being said, it doesn't take the surprise out of him when you reciprocate his words following a moment of silence, leaning in to kiss him.

 David’s previous projects look on amid their conversations, covetous eyes rolling while he smiles into your kisses and lets you affectionately run your fingers through his scruff. Adorning one of his t-shirts, his signature scent of weed and sweet cigarettes is slowly becoming engraved into your skin and your hair, scarlet and plum hickeys almost always smattered against your collarbone and shoulders as evidence of his residency in your personal life. 

 At the recognition and confirmation of your mutual attraction, David’s ready to go home, heart eyes taking over his desire for social company as he flicks his cigarette and stands with you, murmuring a quiet, “You wanna get the fuck outta here?” into your ear.

 You nod, and David quickly bids everyone goodnight, leading you by the small of your back to the car, sighing, “Fuck, I’m glad to be outta there. They were on some other shit tonight.” 

 “They seemed pissed at you,” you comment as he turns the key in the ignition, lacing your fingers together and resting your head on his shoulder, breathing him in, “Why?”

 “I don't give a shit,” he shrugs, absentmindedly driving, “I don't think about them at all anymore.” 

 “I love you,” you say randomly a few minutes later, squeezing his hand, “For real. I’m so grateful for you.” 

 “I love you, too, my sweet girl,” David promises, eyes switching between you and the road, “You make me so much nicer.”

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[dirtydobrik]

we keep this love in a photograph - d.d.

requested: yes! david having a private ig to post disposable pics of your relationship and one day he makes it public and that’s how you announce your relationship

word count: 830

ps: i wrote this while extremely hungover so if it’s terrible i am so sorry

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Ever since David started his disposable camera obsession, you were his favorite person to take pictures of. The camera was always pointed at you. David would take pictures of you asleep on the couch, of you getting ready, of the two of you cuddling together, of you two holding hands, and everything else he could. He liked having the pictures, even if he couldn’t share them with the world.  

“Smile,” he grinned, pointing the camera at you for the tenth time today. You looked up from the book you were reading and rolled your eyes.

“David, stop,” you giggled, using your hands to your face. David snapped a picture anyways.  

“Babe, you look good today. Just let me take one picture,” David begged.

“You’ve taken a million already,” you sighed, but moved your hands and smiled for him. You couldn’t say no to him.

“Now, was that so hard?” he teased, climbing into bed and pulling you in for a hug.

“What do you even do with all the pictures you take of me?” you questioned, since he couldn’t post them on the Instagram with his other disposable pictures because you were keeping your relationship private.

He chuckled before pulling his phone out of his back pocket. He opened Instagram and switched to an account you didn’t recognize. It had no followers and it wasn’t following anyone, but there were almost a hundred posts. He handed you his phone and you scrolled through the posts. They were all pictures he’d taken of you, you’d taken of him, or someone had taken of the two of you together. Each post had a caption with the date the picture was taken and a short description describing it.

You scrolled to the first picture he had posted. It was from the first time he bought a disposable camera. You had gone with him at 2am to buy it from a 24-hour CVS. He ripped it out of the packaging to take a picture of you so you would be the first person he took a picture of. You were sitting in the passenger seat of the Tesla in a Clickbait hoodie and your hair was a mess because David had woken you up and begged you to come with him. The flash had blinded you and the picture was slightly out of focus. When David developed the first roll of film, he told you that it was his favorite picture of you, and he still told you that months later.

You smiled as you remembered that night.

You scrolled through a few more, nothing really standing out, until you came across one of you taking your makeup off after a night out. You were in the tube top you had worn out, but you were wearing sweatpants. You were running a makeup wipe across your face, your eyes half open as you looked over at David, a drunk smile on your face.

It was so much the picture that stood out, but the caption. He had posted it about two weeks into starting the account, and you had only been dating for around a month the time. In his caption he wrote: “I haven’t said yet, but I’m definitely in love with her.” He posted that picture a few weeks before he actually said it to you.

You rested your head on his chest and smile as you looked through the rest of pictures and read the captions.

“Dave, this is so thoughtful,” you smiled, your eyes filling with tears of happiness at how sentiment and sincere it was. “I love you.”

“It’s a private account for now, but I figured I’d make it public when we tell people that we’re dating. I mean, if that’s okay with you,” David said.

“I think that’s a great idea,” you grinned, leaning in and giving him a kiss.

You decided to announce your relationship a few months later. David just made the account public and started following it, since he knew people kept up with who he was following. Within minutes, the news was all over twitter and Instagram. It was chaotic, but it was typical David.

You curled up next to him on the couch. He was editing his new vlog, the one where you two had actually sat down and talked about your relationship to tell the fans what you knew they would want to know. David wrapped his arm around you, a small smile formed when he kissed the top of your forehead.

A flash went off, startling you for a moment, even though you were used to the disposable cameras by now. You both looked up to see Natalie holding the disposable camera, a smile on her face.

“I figured David would want a picture from the night you announced your relationship to post on his super sappy love letter Instagram account,” she teased. You let out a giggle and David didn’t even try to defend himself because it was true.

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[feelthepainofdodick]

The Man You Once Loved-(D.D Imagine)

Request! Okay, I saw someone tweet on Twitter that moment when you make eye contact with your ex, David and in that moment all the memories you’ve shared between each other come flooding back... can you maybe expand and write an imagine based on something like that? 💘

Notes: Hi! I know its been a while but I was looking at my requests and got inspired? Hope you enjoy! I may be a little rough since its been so long so read with caution lol. Much love, Julie.

Word Count: 489

It had been a year. A year you and David decided to break things off. Or more accurately when he decided to break things off. When it all happened you were scared you were losing the love of your life. You nearly begged him to keep loving you like you thought he had for all those years, but your efforts did not work and you left. You distanced yourself from the friends you made in the vlog squad. You didn’t keep up with the vlogs, or tried not to. You cultivated new friendships within the year. You progressed on your career. The year had done you well. Sometimes you still missed him but it wasn’t as difficult as it once was.

One day you were walking down Hollywood Boulevard. Your family had come in town and wanted to go to the tourist-y spots. They had to drag you there with them because you hated the touristy parts of California. You were talking and hanging out with your family when you heard a familiar voice. You instantly knew what that voice was. 

The high pitched sounds and the fake Spanish accent. It was Jason pretending to be Carmelita. Before you could fully process what was going on you were already nearing view of Jason making a scene in the middle of Hollywood Boulevard and your ex boyfriend filming it all. You try to get yourself and your family across the mess as quickly as possible to avoid seeing David. Just as you’re making it through the crowd, you couldn’t help yourself but to take one last look at the man you once loved. 

To your surprise, he was staring at you walk away. Your eyes met. Every memory you ever had with him came flooding back. The love filled in each and every one of them. The times you would wrap yourself up in blankets and cuddle in the living room watching a rom com movie. The nights filled with fun and laughter with your boyfriend and the rest of the vlog squad at a random exciting Hollywood party. The time he surprised you with a trip to Hawaii and you spent three full days just falling more and more in love with each other. You also remembered the last time you kissed. The love you put into it and the love you thought he was putting back. Then you remembered that the next day he told you that he didn’t love you anymore. You remembered the nights spent crying in your bed. The isolation and loneliness with losing the man you loved. Your heart broken and trying to find a life without him where you could mend your heart back together. Then, you remembered that you had done that and so much more.

You then broke your gaze with the man you once loved. You turned back around to your family, head high, and continued walking down Hollywood Boulevard.

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[eatsleepbreathewhatever]

Number One | Matt King x Reader

I just really love that boy and I couldn’t find enough pics about him so i wrote one ~

You don’t always go to the ‘vlog squad’ parties. They’re a far too wild and a little too spontaneous for your usual taste, but you’ve been working a lot, you just finished a big project and you haven’t seen your friends in too long. A little bit of crazy us what you’re after.

Its not even that late in the night but you’re not sure who’s apartment you’re currently in. You’re ‘one decision away from not remembering anything’ drunk, you’re feeling flirty and most importantly you’re completely enamoured with your best friend Matt King.

Matt King who makes you laugh more than anybody you’ve ever met, who drives you home from group days out and lets you get food on the way. Who sends you videos of cats and says ‘WATCH THIS’ and also sends you videos of in depth visual analysis of a movie you’ve never heard of and says ‘WATCH THIS’.

The best friend who always let you crash at his rather than get an uber home alone after a party, who’d let you sleep in his bed. Then sometimes you’d share his bed, and it was always easier to fall asleep with his arm at your waist. One time you’d kissed him and it was nice, and then suddenly you were best friends who hooked up when you got the chance.

----------

You’re blindfolded, sat on a kitchen counter, surrounded by people you kind of know and you’re going to kiss three guys and then guess who was who.

Matt is first. You know as soon as his hand meets your cheek in the place it always does. It’s nice enough, you can tell he’s not quite as drunk as you, and nervous.

Todd is second, you take a moment to think afterwards, acting it up like you’re tasting a fine wine, and then you reach your hands back out

“number one?” everyone laughs as Matt lets you pull him back in again, and you feel him smiling against your lips.

“Okay, mmhm” again you feign seriousness  “number three please” Zane is wasted. It’s not a good kiss, mostly because you both can’t stop laughing, but zane is dramatic as ever and dips you down against the counter. You laugh and fan yourself with your hand as he pulls you back up.

“So what’s the verdict Y/N?” you straighten your back and clasp your hands together like you have a difficult decision to make.

“Can I get number one again?” you joke to an eruption of laughter

“but seriously Matt where are you?” It takes a second for the room to register that you’ve sussed out the mystery kisser, but Matt doesn’t miss a beat. You pull him back in for a much deeper kiss and he settles between your legs, hands resting on your thighs as yours cradle his cheeks as the room explodes around you. The game doesn’t seem important any more.

————

“How’d you know it was Matt?” David asks later as you’re all stumbling out of the apartment complex.

“He’s the only one who wears glasses, dumbass” you grin and David explodes into laughter, almost missing Zane tripping and pulling you down with him.

This time everyone, including David’s camera, notice when you and Matt leave in an uber together.

———

A few weeks later and you and Matt are all but official, and 

“So everyone thought Matt and Y/N got together after the vlog of them making out, turns out they’ve been hooking up secretly for MONTHS”

“it was hardly secretly, you’re just oblivious” you roll your eyes from your position under Matt’s arm on the couch. Matt just looks smug.

“Yeah bitch we been knew” Zane chimes in without looking up for his phone.

“When did you first hook up then?” David is like a kid on Christmas, the way he always is when he comes across a fresh crop of content.

“Vidcon-” you begin, but David interrupts “Okay so only like four months-” “In 2018” “TWENTY EIGHTEEN?!” Zane screeches

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[frogocado]

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[givememypaddles]

DO IT FOR THE VLOG (Brandon Calvillo Imagine)

“Can someone do something interesting? I need footage” You glanced up from your phone. 

“I have an idea why don’t you go do something interesting, and get your camera out of my face” You smiled up at him. 

“Come on guys I really need something cool” David pleaded. 

Zane looked up from his laptop laughing “So go harass Jonah or Trisha”

“Yeah why don’t you blindfold them and put something on them.” You said before tuning them out and kicking your feet into Brandon’s lap, shooting him a flirty smile. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Can you please?” You asked him 

He rolled his eyes, before grabbing your left foot and massaging it. You smiled at him before turning back to your phone. 

“Oooh what do we have here?” David pestered you both with the camera in both you and Brandon’s faces. 

“What?” Brandon asked

David pointed the camera down to your feet. 

“Dude I always do this shit to her, where’ve you been?” Brandon said before going back to rubbing my foot.

“David if you don’t get that fucking camera away from my feet I’m going to kick it out of your hand” you sassed him. 

“You know what you guys should do...KISS... KISS KISS” Heath shouted from his end of the couch

You shot him a glare. “Yes Brandon kiss her!” Zane yelled

You looked at Brandon “I’m not going to kiss Y/N..” He replied shaking his head and laughing 

“Pussy!” David called from behind the camera

“Kiss her for the vlog pussy!” Heath shouted from his end of the couch.

“Unless she wants to…” Brandon continued, shooting you a mischievous look.

“Oh how humble of you” I laughed at him before looking at everyones faces, waiting for my response. Fuck it I thought.  

I turned to Brandon grabbing his face and pulling him towards me kissing him hard. As soon as our lips touched something clicked inside me, and I did not want to stop. Our lips instantly started moving against one another. He grabbed my face pulling me flush against him, the kiss deepened. I gently sucked on his bottom lip and pushed myself further into him. The room erupted into screams and we pulled away from each other after a few more seconds. I took a deep breath staring at Brandon before turning looking directly into David’s camera lens knowing he hates that and asked  “Are you fucking happy now weirdo?’  

“Yes holy shit that was great!- Oh my god Brandon has a boner!!” David laughed

You turned to Brandon looking down at his pants and sure enough he did.

“Awww Brandon” I teased leaning over to rub my hand on his thigh. He grabbed my hand stopped me.

“Alright none of that now” he rushed out. David and the boys all burst into laughter.

I got up off the couch laughing before exiting the room to find Corinna. I busted into Toddy’s room “Get out Todd” I demanded “please..?”

“Y/N what the fuck, it’s my room” Todd argued. I looked at Corinna pleading for her to send him out.

“Get out Todd” Corinna told him. He looked at her and me then me before grumbling to himself leaving the room slamming the door behind him.

“What happened?” She asked patting the bed for me to come sit next to her on Todd’s bed.

“I just kissed Brandon” I whispered

“Oh fuck really? How was it?” She said laughing.

“It was ummm it was really great. But I really need to get the fuck out of this house like right now. Please come with me”

“Ok yeah of course. Wait what do you want to say if they ask where we’re going?” She asked me

“We can say we are getting dinner and heading home.”

“Ok yeah sure” she responded before climbing out of the bed and sliding on her shoes. “Alright let’s go”

She walked out of the room, you following close behind. You walked into the living room and all the boys were in the same positions as they were before the commotion. Corinna got to the front door and opened it.

“Alright assholes we’re leaving” she said before stepping outside.

“Hey what the fuck babe where are you going?” Todd asked getting up to follow her outside.

“Bye guys! I’ll talk to you later!” I said turning to leave.

“Why are you guys leaving so early?” Brandon turned and asked me from his spot on the couch.

“It’s late, I’m hungry and I have to edit” I said

“Oh ok see you tomorrow?” He asked

“Uhh what’s tomorrow?” I asked

“My birthday party bitch!” David shouted from his spot laying down on the couch

“Oh shit yeah I’ll see you all tomorrow!” I shouted before leaving exiting the house and walking towards my car where Todd was begging Corinna to go back in the house with them.

“Todd relax you’ll get your dick wet tomorrow” I said to him while unlocking and entering my car. Corinna kissed him goodbye and entered the car.

You already had a few drinks and the party was in full swing. Everyone was in a good mood, laughing, drinking, beer pong. Heath and Zane were being stupid, Jonah was walking around without a shirt. It was going well. You spotted Brandon laughing about something with Alex across the room, you smiled softly to yourself. His smile was so great. He looked up and caught your eyes watching him, he smiled at you before turning back to Alex.

“Y/N? Go talk to him” Corinna nudged your arm.

“Yeah let me finish this and get another drink, and then I’ll go” I said, lifting my drink up to my lips. I finished it quickly and went into the kitchen to grab two drinks. You walked across the room to Brandon, stopping directly in front of him you smiled.

“Hey” he said with a smile

“Hi” you replied smiling up at him. “I got you this” I raised my hand to show him the beer. He took it from my grasp.

“Wanna go sit?”he asked me

“Yeah sure” he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards one of the couches. There were a few people sitting along the couch who I didn’t recognize. So I knew no one would bud into our conversation with a camera in our faces. We squeezed into the only empty spot on the couch. He placed his left arm around my shoulders and crossed his legs leaning back. I laid into him. We sat in a comfortable silence for a few seconds. I felt the alcohol running through my body giving me courage. I turned my head to look up at him, seeing that he was already looking down at me.

“Brandon?” I asked

“Hmm?” He hummed in response

“You’re a really good kisser” oh fuck really that’s how I bring that up. I thought to myself.

“Oh” he laughed “thanks, so are you. David’s viewers are gonna go crazy.”

“Yeah...but like you’re really good. And I’m not gonna even fucking lie I’m drunk right now. But I would so do it again. Shit I would do so much more than just that”

He looked at you for a few seconds. Before he grabbed your face, gently rubbing your cheeks with his thumb. He leaned towards you and whispered. “I’ve been wanting to for quite some time now.” He then gently kissed you.

Your response to his kids was instant. You pressed your lips right back against his. Sliding your fingers into his hair gently running them through his messy curls. You felt like you were melting. You pushed your self closer to him, he sucked on your bottom lip and then slowly slid his tongue into you mouth and you happily accepted that. Deepening the kiss. He pulled you almost completely into his lap as you two continued to make out. Completely in your own little world. You both didn’t realize people were taking notice of the two of you. Until David’s flashlight and camera were shining directly in your face and everyone around you were screaming. The two of you pulled apart. And you climbed off of him. Laughing you grabbed his hand trying to pull him off the couch.

“Let’s go somewhere...quiet” you said. Which made the room erupt into more screams.

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1 night- part 1

Summery: you go to the club because you are missing your friends and are lonely and end up hanging out with David Dobrik.

Warnings: none

Word count: 633

You were kinda the person you would never notice in the room the invisible the one. Not in the group text the one not invited. The filmer not the filmer or that's the way you felt witch is how you liked it. people always left you alone and would pay more attention when you did speak. you loved it that way it was safe and comfortable. You were always the quiet definitely not shy because you never was afraid to talk or speak your mind, you just did not feel it was ever needed. You were kept busy with El. El was the person in your head she had always been there she was always talking to you and maybe that's why you never spoke you were to caught up in El. recently things had been different she seemed to fade after you got diagnosed with schizophrenia and got on meds that made El’s voice blurry and she never talked anymore. The world seemed lonely and dark without her so you were very open to getting new friends. Which was unlike you, you never really had any because El was always talking to you and she was like a best friend that came everywhere with you. One night that you were missing El you  decided to go to the club and see what happens. You made it there and instantly regretted coming. The music hurt your ears and the place reeked of cheap alcohol . But you were hopeful to meet someone new so you were going to stay. You spotted a nice looking guy across the club and wandered over to him. He was even cuter close up wearing all black and a camera lightly held in his left hand.

Y/a: hi i'm Y/a

David: hi i'm David

David: you here alone

Y/a: seems that way

David: so what do you do  

Y/a: I am a filmmaker

David: that's so cool

Y/a: what do you do

David: i'm a influencer

Y/a: so like a Youtuber?

David: ya just like that

David: less cool than a filmmaker i guess

Y/a:  debatable

 David and you talked for about an hour his friend Todd clearly drunk half way yelled when are we going. David shrugged, now if you want. You smiled at David secretly thankful he did not ask you to come with him because you were crazy tired. But you did give him your number in hopes for him to take you out on a date. He walked out the door and blew you a kiss you blushed and that was that. You pulled yourself off the bar stool and walked out the bar to make your way to your car you were surprised to see David and his friends standing in front of a Tesla’s on the phone clearly mad yelling at someone named Natalie about charging the Tesla. You laughed and walked over to him. He was very clearly embarrassed that you saw him yelling. You guys good, you said. David said his assistant did not plug in his car and now its dead. I could drive you guys back if you want. Sure David said you led the to you dark blue G wagon and watched as David climbed into the shotgun and his friends dragged themselves into the back seats. You then thought about El, remembering you would later have to tell him about El and schizophrenia and anxiety and other stuff that you kept a secret to most. David put his camera on the dash and pulled up some music. This is going to be a crazy drive...  

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the list : d.d

brief summary: you grew up with david, and he always wanted there to be more than just friendship between you both. however, now adults and david is dating someone else, you coming back into his life causes him to have doubts about what he wants. (1.8k)

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“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” You call out as you gather your things in the kitchen, your back turned to the guys as David sighs quietly to himself.

Ilya can’t help but roll his eyes at David’s lovesick expression that remains plastered across his face whenever you’re around. “Dave,” Ilya slaps his chest, causing David to snap out of his trance.

“No!” David blurts out, and you turn around quickly.

“Okay,” You nervously chuckle, thinking nothing of it as you head towards the front door. “I’ll see you later.”

With that, you close the door behind you, and David groans loudly as he buries his face into his hands whilst Ilya and Zane share a knowing look.

“Dude, you gotta get it together.” Ilya states as David shakes his head in his hands. “It’s only Y/n, we’ve known her since High School.”

“That’s the problem,” David mumbles. “it’s Y/n.”

It was true, David had known you for many years but for at least half of them he was sort of (most definitely) in love with you whilst you remained oblivious to it. He grew up alongside you as you had boyfriends, was the shoulder for you to cry on after a breakup and one of your best friends. Yet, David always wished he could’ve been something more.

There had been moments between you both, flickers of something more than just friendship, but nothing came of them.

Yet, David had moved on and was happy. At least, he thinks he’s happy until you walk into any room he’s in with your bright smile and joyful laughter; before he realises David’s back in High school, pining after his best friend.

“Look, David, you have a girlfriend.” Zane states, knowing Taylor is out of town currently. “You can’t be drooling over Y/n like this.”

“I know, I just,” David sighs as he thinks of you, knowing he should think of Taylor in that way. “whenever she’s around I just forget any other girl exists, and I just want to be with her.”

Ilya rolls his eyes once more. “God you need help.” He mutters as he rises to his feet, clapping his hands together as both David and Zane look up.

“What are you talking about?” Natalie speaks up as she walks through into the open space with Todd by her side.

“About David and Y/n.” Zane motions to David who simply shrugs his shoulders meekly at Natalie’s raised brow.

“She finally tell you then?” Todd smiles brightly, unaware of Natalie’s eyes widening. “Why’re you all looking at me like that?” Todd asks as wide eyes stare at him from across the room. “Oh no.” He mutters.

“Oh no is right.” Natalie remarks.

“Y/n likes David?” Ilya asks, sounding astounded by the idea as he looks over at David and back to Natalie. “You sure?”

Natalie sighs before nodding. “She has for a while now,” Natalie starts, and David falls back down into the sofa, his mind dazing over in shock as Natalie continues. “but then David started dating Taylor, so she felt like her chance was gone.”

“Okay,” Ilya begins pacing around the room. “so, Y/n likes David, David likes Y/n, but David also likes Taylor.”

“Thank you Captain Obvious.” Natalie mutters. “Look, David, you gotta sort this.”

“But how?” David asks weakly as he looks around at his friends before Ilya’s face lights up.

“I’ve got an idea.” Ilya smirks as he rushes out of the room, returning with the portable whiteboard. “We make a pros and cons list.” He suggests, ignoring Natalie shaking her head.

“Ilya, that is a terrible idea.” She tells him, but Ilya chalks it up on the board instead.

“Actually, it might not be that bad.” David comments, now standing up as he approaches the whiteboard and twiddles the pen in his fingertips as he eyes the pros and cons list. “If I can think of more cons, then I’ll know she isn’t right for me and Taylor is.”

“Your logic is so fucked.” Todd looks down to Natalie who remains silent, hoping that something will come of this for everyone’s sake.

*

Exhaling deeply, David stands back as he admires the board completely covered in the pros and cons of possibly dating you. “I never realised there could be so many.” David half laughs, now feeling more conflicted than ever before.

“Yeah, this is way harder than I anticipated.” Ilya comments, resting his hands on his hips. “Anyway, wanna order food?”

David nods as he walks out from the room, going to grab his phone whilst Ilya heads into the bathroom.

Both remain unaware as the front door opens, and you walk in with bags in hand. “God, it was crazy out there.” You huff, placing the bags on the kitchen counter. “Even though you said you didn’t want anything, I got you guys Starbucks!” You call out, picking up your drink as you notice the whiteboard out and covered in writing.

You can’t help but be intrigued by the board, and as you read over it, your heart drops. The board is about you, your pros and cons in David’s eyes.

“Y/n,” Ilya speaks up softly, emerging from the bathroom as he sees you standing there, trying to force back tears in your eyes as you remain still, gaze fixated on the board. “I can explain, we can explain.” Ilya starts, but you hold your hand up, silencing him.

“Ilya, I ordered pizza from-” David’s voice becomes closer until he’s stood metres from you and his smile drops instantly. “Shit.” He mutters. “Y/n, I, you weren’t supposed to see this.”

A light scoff leaves your lips as you step backwards, glaring to David. “Gee, I wonder why.” You retort. “You’re unbelievable David.” Your voice softens as you turn around, grabbing your bags from the counter and leave without saying another word, too afraid of your own voice and what will be said.

“Fuck!” David yells, gripping his hair in his fists as he groans loudly. “How could you do this to me, Ilya?!” David shifts the blame to Ilya who stares, utterly dumbfounded.

“I wasn’t the one who wrote the fucking list, David.” Ilya reminds David. “You gotta talk to her, man.”

“I,” David starts, but Ilya stops him.

“No, I mean right now.” Ilya states firmly, pointing to the front door. “Go, you idiot!”

Without needing to be told a third time, David jogs over to his front door, opening it and thankfully, you’re still loading your shopping back into the car as you wipe your eyes repeatedly.

“What, David? You wanna tell me about my pros and cons?” You speak up, slamming your boot shut as you near your car door.

“No, I, I wanna explain, as it wasn’t fair you saw that. It wasn’t something you should ever have seen really.” David begins to try and explain, but seeing you so upset, it causes his mind to fall apart. “Y/n, I, I know we’ve always been friends, and I’ve always cared about you- which you knew already.”

“Thought I did.” You mumble to yourself, causing your heart to ache even more.

“But I gave up the possibility of us ever being together a while ago, and then I met Taylor.” David tries to sound happy about his relationship, that it’s a good thing that he moved on. “Before I knew it I was swept up in this new relationship, and then you came back from your trip, and my feelings kinda dug themselves back up and you’re all I can think about.” He half laughs, realising how ridiculous it all sounds.

“David, don’t, please.” You tell him, now opening your car door as you lean against it, but David simply steps closer.

“Y/n, I can’t help how I feel about you, and I know you feel the same.” A nervous smile crosses his lips as you stare blankly at him. “Todd told us, and that’s kinda what caused all this. We were trying to figure a way of trying to decide if we should date, and it was so fucking dumb as I already know you, and I know you’re close enough to perfect.” David laughs light-heartedly. “And I’m so sorry I hurt you Y/n, just please, give me a chance?”

Silence falls between you both as you remain lost in thought. And then, you break it as you exhale quietly. “You’ve got Taylor, David. I can’t do that to her.” You force a small smile, ignoring the tears that fall down your cheeks. “Maybe we just weren’t to ever be.” You chuckle, forcing back pain in your voice as you climb into your car.

“Taylor broke up with me.” David blurts out, just as you’re about to close your car door.

“What?” You ask, staring up at him as he stands in front of your door.

Lowering his gaze, David tries to keep himself composed. “She broke up with me before she left. She knew something wasn’t right  between us and didn’t want it to carry on and get messy.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” You can’t help but ponder over why he never spoke up, listening along with stories as you all sat together in his house and would leave to speak with her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because all I want to do is kiss you, Y/n.” David admits. “I want to be there with you in the mornings, make breakfast or try to at least. Sing shitty songs in the car and film dumb TikTok's together. I just wanna be beside you, and finally, let myself love you after all these years.” David confesses, feeling a weight lifting off his heart as he finally looks at you, seeing you focusing back at him.

“Wow.” You breathe out, now rising to your feet as you move past your car door, closing it as you stand in front of David. “You actually love me?”

David laughs quietly. “I think I always have, weird right?”

“Super weird.” You chuckle. “But kinda cool, cause I think I’ve always loved you too.”

“Oh,” David stumbles over his thoughts, as you lift your hand up, resting it on his shoulder. “that’s pretty cool. So er, what now?” He asks.

Running your hand along his shoulder, you move your fingers across to the back of his neck. “This is usually the part where you kiss me.” You mutter, smiling shyly to him as he nods.

“I think I can do that.” He whispers before resting his arm around your waist, tugging you closer into his embrace as his lips ghost yours. “I love you.” He breathes out as his lips part.

“I love you too.” You mumble back, finally allowing yourself to open up after all these years, never thinking dreams could come true.

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bad influence dave part 6 (d.d)

A/N: hey whores!!! enjoy this. it’s a good one! i’m very proud of it. as always, let me know what you think of it. spark up a conversation about something in it with u and i’ll give u a big ol smooch. i love you and thank you for reading <33 -hailey

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David is sitting in the pews with you during Mass, arm draped around the back of your seat as one of your brothers, next to you, discreetly slips a wad of cash into David’s dangling hand. He removes his arm from around you, fingers quickly counting the amount – seventy dollars for seven grams, split between Mark and Matthew – and reaches into his breast pocket. David passes you the two miniature pill bags, each containing an eighth of an ounce, and watches as you quietly place them in Mark’s hand. 

 David casually rests his arm on the back of the pew again, eyes scanning the cathedral warily for any witnesses. He does more business at church than he’d like to admit – which is of your doing, not his. The list no longer begins with Michael and ends with Mark; his clientele has amassed, and a good chunk of his dealings are done after church. You and David meet people as they are heading to post-Mass breakfast in places throughout the city, forcing him to leave large amounts of weed in his car unattended. He doesn't like it, and fears getting searched by dogs, causing David to quadruple seal the amount of weed he intends to sell.

 The night before, Saturday evening, he weighs everything out, separates it for each person, puts it all in one colossal Ziploc, and puts the Ziploc inside of another one. Four times. These bags have earned the chief title of his weed Russian dolls, and David seals up the final plastic bag by wrapping it tightly in duct tape. It’s a grueling process, and he hates that he has to do it.

 You and David deal afterwards, mint toothpicks in rotation as he makes his pit stops, replacing the ideal cigarette his fingers are desperately itching for. Part of him has a desire to quit his horrible habit; maybe get prescribed Chantix, switch to Nicorette, anything else he could possibly do — but every time he thinks too deeply about it, he instantly changes his mind.

 David likes the routine of it all; he likes the purchase of the Camels, heartily tapping the bottom of the plastic wrapped pack against the dirty gas station counter as he glances down at the scratch offs and slides his debit card through the reader. He likes hopping in the car and rolling his window down, unwrapping the new pack and opening the top. He can smell the crisp scent of the tobacco at the mere thought of a new box, and he likes the tight wiggle of the first cigarette as he tugs it out. He likes tearing out the little foil at the top for easier access later down the line, and he likes flipping his lighter open loudly, thumb rolling the spark wheel and bringing the tip of his cigarette to the flame. He likes the smell of the smoke, and he likes the feeling of his lungs filling up as he takes the first drag. He likes how the scent infiltrates his clothing, his hair, his skin – many people despise it, but it's his favorite. It’s a distinct red flag of the addiction he has a soft spot for, the one he wouldn’t want to give up, for others to see and judge him upon. He doesn’t mind it and doesn't care for their opinion; it is something many people hate themselves for, but he takes pride in it. He loves that he smokes. 

 You don't know the extent of it, but he feels this way about sex, too.

 David takes you on expensive dates at opulent restaurants, and he swears he feels his eyes zero in every time you take a sip of the dry merlot he ordered for you, your suggestive gaze peeking at him over the rim of the glass. He attempts to not pay attention to the way your lipstick has tainted the edge of it, momentarily considering the image of what those specific lipstick prints would look like at the base of his dick. He tilts his head to the side as he watches you wipe politely at your lips after taking a sip, blush coming to your cheeks at whatever provocative joke he had just made. He hates lipstick, but adores the mess it leaves behind, depending on the night, the dress, and the purse. Sometimes he has trouble getting a deep plum out of the collar of his dress shirt; a delicate and innocuous pale pink blended into the skin on his chest; or — his favorite — a deep scarlet smeared down his first two, maybe three, fingers as he slides them slowly into your mouth, last knuckle tucked in as you give him doe eyes. 

 He even likes when he wakes up the next morning hungover, bowtie still hanging around his neck and dress shirt unbuttoned as he looks in the mirror, a ruby red smeared across his mouth and cheeks from the night prior. He likes peeking over at you out of the bathroom door, knocked out in his bed and still in your dress, with the same red smear evident across your face. 

 David has no desire at all, but also every desire on the planet, to have sex with you. You’re too clean — it makes him nervous.

 He hints at this fact over dinner one week when the subject of sex comes up as he nurses a whiskey sour in a stout glass, waiting for your food, “I roughen you up…”

 “And I let you roll around in the dirt for a while,” David continues, eyes glued to yours as he takes a sip and smacks his lips, “But you go home and you rinse it all off, and I start all over the next day, and the next day after that.” 

 You stare at him with big eyes, not saying anything. He opens his mouth to speak again, placing his cup down on the cocktail napkin and sliding it around in a fidgety manner, “I want you to let it sink in, and let it stain.”

 You nod at his command, reaching for his glass and taking a liberal sip. Your lipstick stains it. “What if sex is the way to make it all stay?”

 David pauses, scoffing slightly, “It could be. Honey, you go to church twice a week. You bless yourself at every turn.” 

 “How do you even picture it?” He asks curiously, leaning forward, “Like every teenage girl? Candles around the bed? Romantic sex with your beau?”

 You don’t answer him, taking a long swallow of your wine, and he continues, shaking his head, “I can promise you right now, sweetheart – if that's what you’re hoping for, you won’t be getting it.” 

 “Does it matter how I want it?” you reply, playing his game, “What do you want?”

 “I want to chew you up and spit you out,” David replies easily, signaling for your waiter, “Do this again.”

 “But I’m not going to,” he rejects, fiddling with his gold cufflinks, “Just know that I want to.”

 “What does that mean?” you ask him, “Give me details.” 

 “I see you right here and right now, dressed in my money and my hustle. That dress is so tight that you wiggle side to side when you walk, and you could barely sit down in the booth earlier. I think about taking you to the Waldorf – up a few streets, and over a few streets, by Lake Shore – getting us a room, and having my way with you all night.” 

 “Why a hotel?” 

 His second drink comes, cutting him off before he begins. David takes a long sip, eyes not tearing away from you, “Because you walk out with the same things you walked in with. We get to do that little messy walk of shame all the way back home to Wilmette on the train, and you finally feel like the whore you’ve always been. You will find something out, my love — your God,” he pauses slightly, “can do anything and everything but pull the slut out of you, sweetheart.” 

 “You’ve thought about this a lot,” you respond, finishing your glass of wine, “Why don't you?”

 “Don’t tempt me.”

 “I know there must be more,” you state, watching as David fills your glass again with the bottle on the table, a silent beckoning to continue drinking with him. “Go on.”

 “Why ruin the surprise?” He asks, speaking too duplicitous for him to not have something hidden under his sleeve, tainted by his guise of promiscuity. “I know you think about it too.”

 “Yours are better,” you tell him, urging him to continue, “Hearing you talk about it means seeing how you look at me when you speak.” 

 David pauses, taking another swig and meeting your eyes, “I want to unzip that dress as slowly as I can; so slowly that you just beg me to get it off you. Self-control is the one thing I have that you never will. I can’t share that with you.” 

 “And I see that little crucifix of yours always staring right at me, meaning more to you than me, and for a split second, I feel a little guilty. You do your time and your due diligence; you go to church every Sunday, pray every day and night, all of that. But then…,” he trails as he looks away, shaking his glass and listening to the ice slide around.

 “I think about you afterwards,” he meets your eyes again, “Messy. You asked for it but didn't know what it would entail, or when you feel bad that you enjoyed how I made you feel. Better yet, when you’re kneeling at the side of the bed on your bruised knees — evidence from me — praying for absolution and salvation.”

 “...But?” you ask quietly, clinging to his every word.

 “But…” David continues, taking another casual sip and speaking slowly, “It’s too late. The damage is done. I get to see you do that, and I get the satisfaction of knowing that I just ruined your life.” 

 “I’ve always said that I want you to, though,” you quip, “And you’ve always said that you want to. If that's the answer to keeping me…” you roll your eyes at the word you’re about to say, blush coming to your cheeks, “dirty, then do it. I’m a big girl; I can handle it. I dare you.”

 “I would jump your bones right now if I could,” David swears shamelessly, “Think about all of the hoops we’ll have to jump through. The food, the check, getting to the hotel, booking the room…”

 “We don't need to eat,” you offer, “Let’s finish our drinks, pay, and leave.” 

 “I should've known that you’d be impatient,” he says, “You’re going to be drunk off your ass if you keep going, sweetheart. I don't like the ethics of where this is going. I’m still fine.”

 “Then you have another drink,” you give him a solution, “Or however many it’ll take for you to get like me and keep talking to me. I’ll cut you off when your words are slurring.”

 “Your words are slurring, baby,” he shakes his head, sliding the orange slice off the cocktail pick and dropping it into the liquor. David removes the Maraschino cherry and passes it to you, staring as your teeth tug it from the stem.

 He makes a soft noise at the sight, and bites at his lips when you slip the stem past your lips, speaking, “Don’t tell me you know how to do that shit.” 

 Seconds pass and David continues staring as he finishes his drink, eyes trained on your mouth before the knot emerges and you drop it on his cocktail napkin. He exhales and drops his voice, “I will bend you over this table right now.” 

 He motions for the waiter, “Change of plans – no food for us. Water and a lemon drop for her, and I’ll switch to a Manhattan.”

 “You know, every cocktail is twenty bucks,” you say, watching him play with the band of his watch, “The wine was-”

 “Don’t count the tab, sweet girl,” David shakes his head, refocusing his attention on to you, “I don't even look anymore. Neither should you. Price doesn't matter.”

 The drinks come moments later, and he continues, “I’m cutting you off after this. You’re drunk.”

 "Keep talking,” you giggle, eyes on his, “Your voice is sexy, and I like hearing what you want to do to me.” 

 "You don't know what you're in for,” David says casually, dunking the cherry into the liquor before passing the cocktail pick to you, listening to the delicate noise of your teeth scraping the metal while you take it into your mouth. “I might make you walk to the hotel just so I can see that sway of your hips. I love that dress you're wearing; the bow on the back makes you look like my little present. What else will Santa bring me this December?”

 “You’re so cocky,” you comment offhandedly, “Not everything is for you.”

 “You and I both know that’s not true. Quit lying,” he shakes his head again, laughing slightly, “Don’t tell me you don’t think about it every day.”

 You feel yourself flush as you drink more, still attempting to decide if it’s from the alcohol or his words before he speaks again, slutty drawl, “Look at you! I haven’t seen you this red since we first met. Cute ass.”

 “What can I say,” you shrug, embarrassed, “You’re sexy.”

 David leans forward interestedly, forearms resting on the table, “Am I?” 

 You nod sheepishly before he continues, eyes on yours, “Your napkin is on your lap?” 

 You nod again, now confused, but David clarifies his motive, ordering in a low voice, “Slip your hand up your dress, under your napkin, and tell me how wet you are.”

 “Make your next drink a double and it’s a deal,” you offer, thighs pressing together as you already obey him, playing off your rebellion.

 “Don’t bargain with me,” he shakes his head, eyebrows scrunching together, “Do as I say, or the only place we’ll be going tonight is back home.”

 He watches your face deliberately as you listen to his demand, eyeing the way you take your lips between your teeth, “Stop touching yourself, you whore. We’re in public.” 

 You stop, embarrassed, and he continues after finishing his third drink, “I made reservations here just for you to cancel the food, beg for sex and touch yourself under the table. Why do I try to take you anywhere nice?”

 David’s drinks are hitting him, now, and before you can reply to him, he’s motioning for the waiter again, “The check and another Manhattan for me. Can someone get us a cab? I think it’s obvious we’re in no shape to drive.” 

 “Yes, sir,” he says, looking between you, “Where are you headed?”

 “Waldorf Astoria,” David replies, “Thank you so much.”

 David finishes his drink once it's on the table, fingers reaching for the check. He doesn't flinch at the steep price and tips well, nearly fifty percent, and puts three hundred-dollar bills on the table after removing his money clip from his pocket. 

 The cab is dirty, as they all are, and David instantly tugs you into his lap, groaning softly, “You smell so good.” 

 You giggle slightly and attempt to undo the top button of his dress shirt, fiddling with it until it's undone and untying his bow tie. His palms reach around and squeeze at your ass through your dress as you plant kisses down his chest, marking your man until the lipstick prints run clear. 

 He kisses you, now, tongue sliding against yours and making a drunken noise of satisfaction, “You want this?”

 You nod against him, his hands gripping your waist and you kiss David again, “Yes. I dare you.” 

 “Be careful what you wish for, sweet girl,” he pushes your hair from out of your face as you drown in skyscrapers, tugging you closer by your chin, “We’re getting a suite, and I’m fucking you on every surface possible. Don’t say no.”

 ++

 Too much liquor in David’s system turns him into an even bolder character, and you’re both drunk as you lean against the receptionist counter at the Waldorf Astoria, attempting to book a suite. 

 The all-too-patient receptionist tells him a price — more than you would ever pay for a hotel room — and David reaches into his pocket for his money clip. He quickly counts it out and she shakes her head, but you’re already too disinterested and don’t bother paying attention. Five minutes later, he’s lacing your fingers together and tugging you through the lobby, impatiently pressing the elevator button numerous times. 

 “Jeez,” you comment, eyeing the lipstick print peeking out of his rebuttoned dress shirt, “Someone’s antsy.”

 “You’re a fucking tease,” David excuses, pulling you inside and hitting the button for your floor, “My dick’s been hard since the restaurant. It’s all I can think about.” 

 He kisses you until the elevator pings, still tasting of liquor and the cigarette he smoked in the courtyard, “I love you.”

 You repeat it as he leads you by your waist to the room, watching the sway of your hips and the little bow flounce with every step you take. David doesn't know how this took him so long.

 He quickly slides the key in and out of the reader, opening the door for you and allowing you to walk in. David instantly shuts the door and presses you up against it, wrapping your legs around his torso as he kisses at your neck sloppily. Your fingers from both hands find the length of his bow tie, tugging his head up and attaching your mouths. You move to hastily unfasten the buttons of his shirt, untucking the garment from his pants. David blindly shrugs off his jacket and his shirt, carelessly dropping the items to the floor as you kick off your heels. 

 You feel his fingers tug slightly at the zipper of your dress before stopping himself, relocating his hands to your ass and pushing you forward into him. You both make a noise at the friction into each other's mouths, giggling slightly and urging David to quickly turn you around, bending you over against the door and pressing your face against it. 

 “Should I take these off or are you matching? Don't wanna miss that,” he slides his touch upwards and hooks his fingertips into the sides of your underwear, leaning over and cross necklace dangling. 

 “I’m matching,” you reply before he murmurs an incoherent response, pushing your dress up and sliding your underwear to the side in place of tugging them off. 

 “Mmm,” David mumbles at the sight, spreading you slightly before slowly putting his mouth on you. His hands hold your thighs apart as he drunkenly works, eyes closed. 

 “Are you gonna fuck me right here?” you ask him, words slurred as he stops his movements, standing and spinning you back around.

 “D’you want me to?” David replies, hands resting delicately on your waist as he presses gentle kisses back down your neck with a different kind of sensual candor.

 “Fuck yes,” you nod, eyes closed, “But get this dress the fuck off of me.” 

 “I told you so,” David responds cockily, reaching up near the nape of your neck and slowly tugging at the zipper, “Did I not?”

 “You did,” you nod again, feeling the air slowly hit your back as he undoes it as deliberately as possible. You take it upon yourself to reach down and begin unbuckling his belt, undoing the top button and unzipping him. 

 He doesn't stop you, hitting the bottom of your zipper as you tug his dick out and spit in your hand, beginning to work him over. David makes a noise and pushes the sleeves of your dress over your shoulders, forcing you to momentarily stand. It pools at your feet before he’s propping you against the door again, arms wrapped around your torso.

“We’re drunk,” he comments, kissing you sloppily, “What’re you so tense for? Relax.”

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[dirtydobrik]

hickey - d.d.

requested: yes by @automaticpersonkiddiplomat! Can you write a fan fiction where all the vs guys are after the reader but David and y/n are alr dating in secret and he leaves a hickey partly on purpose but the reader is unaware of it everyone figures it out and lowkey sad but also rly happy ? Thank you sm and I love your writing mwah!

word count: 1100

author’s note: this was requested ages ago (so sorry it took so long!) i had a draft of this but i didn’t love how it turned out so i never posted it. but i recently got inspired to rewrite this after I hooked up with a guy and didn’t realize he gave a hickey until a different guy I’ve been talking to noticed it….yikes!

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“You look really hot today,” Todd grinned, his eyes glazed over from the alcohol he’d been drinking as he shamelessly tried to flirt with you. His eyes wandered down, admiring the low-cut silky black top you were wearing.

“Thank you,” you said with a soft smile, although you avoided his gaze completely. You and David were keeping things a secret from everyone, including your friends.

“Come here,” he motioned for you to sit on the couch with him. Your eyes quickly scanned the room, noticed David staring at you from the other side of the room.

“I’m actually going to go grab a drink and do a lap, but I’ll come talk to you later,” you promised, and he nodded in agreement.

As you walked into the kitchen, you felt a hand wrap around your waist. You half expected it to be David and the word “babe” almost slipped out, until you turned your head to realized it was Matt.

“Do you always look this good or did you get dressed up just for me?” he asked with a wink. He chuckled at the cheesy pickup line he used and you rolled your eyes. “But really, you look stunning tonight,” he whispered, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Thanks,” you smiled, not wanting to be rude but also not wanting to lead him on. You were a newer addition to the friend group, so naturally the boys were all going to be interested in the only one who hadn’t been corrupted yet.

You stepped away so his arm wasn’t around you anymore, but you could feel David staring at you. You grabbed a shot glass and poured yourself some tequila.

“Want to do a shot with me?” you asked Matt, and he agreed. You handed him a shot glass of tequila and clinked your glasses together before downing them, making sure to take a boomerang for your Instagram story.

Matt’s arm draped around your shoulder as you followed him outside to join the majority of the people.

“Be my pong partner,” Matt insisted, but you shook you head.

“I shouldn’t drink anymore,” you shrugged, standing off to the side to watch him play. You cheered when he made a shot and he flashed you a grin.  

“Do you think this is funny?” David hissed in your ear, startling you.

“What?” you asked, innocently, wanting to rile him up again.

“Flirting with my friends. You know, making them think they have a chance with you when we both know that you’re mine.”

He then grabbed your arm and pulled you away from the crowd. He pushed you up against the side of the house, hidden behind the bushes. He pressed his lips against yours and you deepened the kiss. He moved from your lips to your neck, biting and sucking at it, and you let out a quiet moan. His lips returned to yours and you continued to make out for a little bit longer.

Someone shouting for David interrupted you, and you told him to go so you two wouldn’t be caught. You tied your hair back, since it was a mess from being pressed up against the side of the house. The party was dying down, and it was mostly just close friends now.

“So, how’s about we go find somewhere talk,” Todd said, coming up to you as you walked back inside. But as he got closer, his eyes widened, and he stopped in the middle of his sentence. “Oh, uh, never mind.”

“What? Why?” you asked, confused.

“I guess Matt made a move first.”  

“Todd, what are you talking about?” you questioned.

“The huge hickey on your neck,” he stated like it was obvious.

Your stomach dropped. “Fuck,” you muttered to yourself.

“It wasn’t there earlier, and I mean, I saw you go outside with him. I’m not that surprised,” Todd rambled, and you felt like you were going to throw up.

You grabbed Todd’s hand and pulled him into an empty room. “Okay, listen. I need to be completely honest with you. Just listen.”

Todd sat on the edge of the bed and watched you pace back and forth. You racked your brain trying to think of how to phrase this.

“The hickey isn’t from Matt. It’s from David. We’ve been dating for about a month now.”

“So why did you let both Matt and I flirt with you? I feel like I crossed a line by hitting on my friend’s girlfriend. Shit, I’m so sorry,” Todd apologized.

“It’s fine. You were both flirting with me before I started dating David and you would’ve known something was up if I just stopped flirting back after doing so for months,” you shrugged.

You took your hair out of a ponytail and tried to hide the hickey. You didn’t think about the fact that coming out of an empty room with Todd would look suspicious, especially to Matt. He immediately noticed the red bruise on your neck when you looked down to avoid meeting his eyes.

“A hickey? Really, Todd?” he said loudly, causing your friends to listen to the conversation.

“It’s not from me,” Todd insisted, and Matt rolled his eyes, not buying a single word Todd was saying.

A few more people were now listening to the two exchange words about the hickey on your neck and your face was red with embarrassment. Your eyes met David’s as he walked inside with his camera to see what all the shouting was about.

Zane noticed you eyeing David from across the room and he had a light bulb moment. “Holy shit!” he shouted, standing up. “You and David!” he exclaimed.

“What?” Matt shouted.

Everyone fell silent and you gulped. David pushed through the crowd and came up next to you, a smirk on his face. And that’s when it hit you. He had done this on purpose.  

“You’re a total asshole,” you hissed. “We weren’t going to tell anyone for three months. We had a plan.”

“I told you to stop flirting with my friends. Besides they were going to find out about us anyways, we suck at keeping secrets,” David shrugged, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Everyone was staring at you in complete shock, a deafening silence filling the room as they waited for David to say something.

“Okay, well, as everyone probably knows by now, we’re dating,” David said, reaching down and grabbing your hand. Then he turned to face Matt and Todd, directing his next sentence at them. “And I would really appreciate it if you two stopped flirted with her.”

You giggled and stepped closer to David. “And I would really appreciate it if you didn’t give me another visible hickey.”

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