The Lost Boys Masterlist

ALR YOU BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS AMAZING BRILLIANT SPECIMEN I just had a thought of catching David off guard like let's say he had a really rough and bad day cuz he had to deal with stupid surf nazis and then max 👊🏼 so while he is sitting on his wheelchair and I thought of getting on his lap push his face head first to my tits and just hold him and showering him with praises CUZ BABY NEEDS AND DESERVES IT 😭💕...sooo how would this big "scary" teddy bear react to this

Hello you Amazing Wonderful Person!! ☺️❤️

David is going to be confused at first, he of course isn't going to complain, no man in his right mind would in his situation. The best time to do this to get the best reaction out of him would be when you are alone together. David won't let his big bad image fall around the boys, but if you're alone, it slowly crumbles. He would hate that you could so easily get those walls to fall, but as he listened to the praises fall from your lips he found it harder and harder to care. He had denied himself of this for years, said he didn't need it, all he needed were his boys. But as he felt the love that poured from you he couldn't deny it anymore, he was not only touch starved but also starved for affection, and if you were willing to offer him pure and honest love and affection, he was going to take it. He'd wrap his arms around you, pull you closer and hold you there, he'd let you go only when he got his fill (which may not be for a while so get comfy) but in the end your bond would be a lot stronger.

Heya! I was wondering if I could request a smuttyyyy David The Lost Boys x Reader piece pleaseee? Loves a good angsty maybe jealous David at that too? Thanks In advance! Love your work 🖤

ABSOLUTELY I can, bestie. I don't typically feel non-dominant towards a lot of men, but David is just 👀 spare cock sir????

Eyes On Me (Dom!David x Fem!Reader NSFW)

Summary: David can hardly stand it when other guys so much as acknowledge your existence. But if they’re dumb enough to start flirting with you? Well. That’s another matter entirely. Someone's gotta step in, clearly.

Contents: Dom/sub elements, exhibitionism, typical shithead vampire behavior, fingering, PiV sex, smoking

Word Count: 2.1K

Vampires are possessive.

You always assumed that would be the case, obviously, given their inhumanity. But they’re possessive beyond reason. Sometimes to the point of frustration, of anger. It’s caused arguments before. It will continue to do so in the future.

But sometimes it’s also just… infuriatingly attractive. 

You walked the perimeter of the Double Shot ride on the boardwalk, routinely rattling the protective bars settled over each rider, just like the guy who trained you had taught you to do. Rattle, rattle, rattle. Passing sugar-hyped kids talking to one-another, young couples holding each others hands in white-knuckled grips, already bracing to be shot up into the sky.

The summer night air was muggy, even by the seashore. Your sweat was soaking through your shirt. Not the smartest move to wear a colored bra and a white shirt, old friend, you thought a little dismally to yourself. Rattle, rattle, rattle. A hand on the protective bar grabbed you back.

You looked up and came face-to-face with a very attractive man. Wild, short, curly black hair and dark olive-tan skin, a winning white-toothed smile. A lady's man for sure. “Seat next to me’s free.” He told you with a grin, jerking his head to the empty slot. “I can hold your hand so it’s not so scary.”

You huffed out a flattered laugh. “Kinda hard to operate the ride if I’m on it, right?” With a ginger smile you extracted your hand from his. His summer sweat clung to your fingers. 

The man just winked at you and you sidled back to the booth, settling into the enclosed space and slumping down on the cheap plastic chair to pull the lever. Just like that, the boardwalk denizens were up and away, screaming into the night as they ascended the enormous tower. Up and down and up again, rushing through the air. 

You used the hand the man had touched to wipe sweat off your neck. It was late. You weren’t thinking clearly. Your mistake, really.

Just as the ride began to slow, cycle of dramatic ups and downs coming to an end, the seething crowd that thrummed around the myriad of gated rides parted. Rather dramatically.

David always did know how to make an entrance. 

Even in the oppressive heat he was all black, coat over coat, a domineering silhouette that seemed to be negatively charged to the people around him: they stepped out of the way hastily. His short, pale hair shifted in the wind, and he had that ever-present soft, smug smile on his face. Ice-blue eyes locked right on you through the glass of the booth.

You flushed and waved. 

He moseyed over, leaning over the booth door. Reeking of cigarettes and motor exhaust. “Doll.” He drawled. 

“David.” You countered back with a warm, fold grin.

He was leaning forward to press a kiss to your head, and paused. Something dark descending over his scruffy, permanently-youthful face. You were opening your mouth to ask him what was wrong when his hand shot out, grabbing your jaw, holding you in place. A nose carefully brushed down your cheek, lower and lower… to your neck. Taking a long, pointed inhale. 

Oh shit. Random guy sweat. 

You screwed your eyes shut. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course he’d notice, of course. Stupid vampires and their stupid heightened senses.

“...Now.” David said pointedly. Voice a low, growling register that hit you straight in your stomach and made you want to melt. “I sure as hell don’t like that, doll. Don’t like that at all.” Leather-covered fingers smoothed over your hot skin. Hovering over your jumping pulse as it kicked up a notch. 

“I’m sorry.” You said reflexively. But it wasn’t enough. It never was. 

The controls beeped and you slapped the power-down button. Through the glass the safety bars were lifting and people were hopping off, and the crowd was humming again, and David was gone. Watching you, probably, from somewhere. Like he always did. You shakily extracted yourself from the booth, nerves buzzing, helping people down the elevated step and holding the ride gate open. You could see the flirtatious, beautiful man approaching.

Don’t do it, you begged mentally. Don’t do it, please.

He moseyed out of the gate and stopped right in front of you, arms folding. Still smiling. “So.” He asked conversationally. “What time do you get off? Maybe you and I could grab a drink.”

You opened your mouth to reply, and jumped when a patchwork coat-covered arm stuck out from behind you and plopped the closed sign down over the ride gate. Marko materialized by your side with a little, feral grin and a wiggly finger-wave. 

Uh-oh. The cavalry. 

“Hey, man.” Paul appeared, too, seemingly out of thin air. He slung an arm around the guy’s shoulder, talking up a storm in that hypnotic way that he did. “Haven’t seen you around Santa Carla before. You new? Nice jacket. You know I got one just like it myself. It’s pretty sick.” The guy opened his mouth to speak but the blonde overwhelmed him, already pivoting him away towards the crowd and fishing through his riding pants pocket. “You smoke? I got something we can totally split. Hey, have you been to the bluff just a mile down west? Wicked place for a smoke sesh. In fact we could take my bike and—”

And just like that he was gone and the man was too, Marko buzzing after them with this look on his face that filled you with dread. Because now you knew for certain that that man was not going to survive to see the next sunrise.

A hand, heavy and strong, found your shoulder. You didn’t need to turn to know who it belonged to. The grip was tight enough to hurt. 

“He didn’t know, David.” You protested weakly to the night air. “He couldn’t have known that…”

“That? That?” David hummed out almost mockingly, brows down. Entertained by your agitation as he rounded you like a shark circling prey. That hand on your shoulder traced your neck. “That nobody lays a goddamn finger on you? That you belong—” He was up in your personal space all at once, making you take a half-step back. He blew smoke in your face. “—to me? Because you do, doll. And you should have known better.”

You couldn’t help the way your knees got all weak and jelly-soft at his words, at his intent glare, like he wanted to eat you alive. A cat with a mouse. “David, come on…” You whispered half-heartedly. 

“You know, maybe you need another lesson. A reminder you can’t forget so easily.” Just like that there was an arm around your waist and you were being crushed against his side, being marched down the boardwalk away from your post and towards his bike parked brusquely in front of the lit-up archway. You swallowed hard at the sight. His grip got tighter. 

“Please, please David. Please, please, please.” You whimpered, face mashed against the gritty rooftop of the abandoned building. David always did have a thing for showing you off to the world. Telling the universe that you were his to do whatever he wanted with. That included flying you to the top of the abandoned gas station on the edge of the overgrown lot in town.

People were walking the streets below. You were barely out of sight. 

David’s bare, scarred fingers squelched inside you with brutal, rapid strokes. The kind of speed and force and raw demand that made your brain go fucking blank with electrical pleasure running down your knees, locking up your torso. 

He pulled his bundle of fingers out and open-palm slapped at your absolutely sopping pussy a few times, making you jump. He had you over his lap, settled cross-legged on the rooftop. He’d been torturing you like this for ages; no relief, no orgasms, not even the warm comfort of his cock or his tongue. Just coaxing, evil fingers scraping and stretching your insides until you were a leaking, shiny mess sprawled belly-down over his knees. 

Fingers teased your soft, open entrance again, up and down and up and down. You moaned pathetically and let your head drop back down to the dirty grit, fists balled up hard enough that your nails cut into skin.

“Still waitin’ on that apology.” He ground out evenly, voice muffled by the cigarette pressed between his lips. 

“I did apologize!” You whined out. 

“Didn’t count. You didn’t mean it.” His fingers dipped into you again, jackhammering for a few excruciatingly pleasurable seconds and making your wetness fly out before he pulled back again, spreading your folds apart with damp fingers. 

“I meant it!”

“Say it again, doll.”

“‘M sorry— fuuuuuck, I’m sorry, David.” You moaned. His broad index finger scraped teasingly, again and again and again, against that mushy spot in your channel that made your toes curl. “Sorry I w— sorry I was being a f-flirt. I’m yours, I shouldn’t…. Shouldn’t… oh my god—”

It was so good. So hypnotically, insanely, brain-meltingly good, feeling those fingers stretch you again and again so deliciously, alternating between manic thrusting that threatened to pitch you over the edge before pulling back into soft kitten-pets and teasing circles drawn around your abused clit. 

“So whiny. Christ.” He said with a dark, ridiculing chuckle. “You trying to drown my hand or somethin’, doll? Jesus. So fuckin’ wet. Do you feel this shit?” He dragged the entirety of his broad hand flat against your swollen pussy and you whimpered in response. “He couldn’t have gotten you this fucking worked up. This sweet pussy only gets this excited for me.”

“Only for you, David, I swear.” You said almost without thinking, rocking back helplessly in his lap against the dull pleasure of his palm grinding on your clit. 

“All mine.”

“All yours. David, please.”

Without any warning your world was tilting and moving: he was manhanding you like a doll, hauling you up without even a grunt of effort, setting you down on his lap. A hard, hot cock pressed against your back: you mindlessly rubbed back against it and he chuckled again. He sounded pleased. 

“Want it that bad, huh?”

“Always.”

“Okay, princess.” A furnace-hot mouth latched onto the sensitive skin joining your neck to your shoulder, sucking and teething painfully as strong hands lifted up you. His bare cockhead, smooth and blunt, pressed against your sopping hole. “Can’t say no, when you’re this fuckin’ pathetic. That’d just be cruel of me.”

“God, you’re so—” You were gasping out just as he readjusted his grip on your hips and pushed, brutal and demanding, splitting you open. You parted for him with no resistance, wet and desperate and soft. He groaned wetly into your neck. 

There was no time to adjust to the intrusion before those inhumanly strong hands started lifting you up and down, Double Shot-ing you on his cock. Blissfully, euphorically fast. The wet slap slap slap of your ass against his pelvis sounded loud as thunder in the quiet air. 

“L-love that you’re so protective—” You dumbly rambled as David fucked you. “Like it when y-you look at me like that. Feels— fuck— feels good.”

David growled so low and so deep in his chest it thrummed against your back. “Gotta keep an eye on my girl. She gets into trouble.” His low voice was strained. 

Shit, you were not gonna last. The eons of teasing had left your right on the brink. You weren’t even sound of mind enough to be embarrassed begging for it. “David, please,” You chanted, feet scrambling for purchase on the rooftop to brace against something, “Please can I cum, fucking please—”

“No.” He snarled. “You know the rule.”

You whined pathetically. “You first. Please hurry.”

Another laugh. “Don’t worry. Pretty thing like you, pussy drooling all over my cock, fuckin’ desperate for it, just… shit— fuck, fuck, doll—”

David ground you down against his pelvis hard enough to bruise, teeth buried savagely into your shoulder, cock pulsing inside of you. Head bloomed in your core. Fuck, you were not above begging, but even in the middle of his own orgasm he swooped in to save you: strong fingers rubbed tight, aggressive circles around your clit as he filled you up with his cum and that’s all you needed to black the fuck out and fly into oblivion. 

You came back to yourself, shivering in the night air, with the weight of David’s heavy form pressed up against your back. You were barely aware of his fingers trailing idly over your union point, gathering cum and slick. David reached up and ran that hand down your neck: right over where you had wiped the man’s pungent sweat an hour before. 

“Maybe that’ll keep the leeches away.” He rumbled behind you. His voice was softer, now. Content. Like a lion with its kill. 

You chuckled weakly. “Maybe. Or I could just tell them I have a big, scary vampire boyfriend that fucks my brains out so well on a regular basis that no human can ever compare.”

“Hey, whatever works, doll.”

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

Cat-astrophe

This is going to be a mini-series about the lost boys pissing off a witch getting turned into cats and the reader finds them and the spell won't wear off until a week is up...

David

Paul

Dwayne

Marko

This will have head cannons for each boy as a cat and what they think of this situation and then a fic about them and the reader!

[Currently obsessed]

Boys as cats HC

Sunday was meant to be a fun day!! [Chapter 1]

Mischievous Marko Monday [chapter 2]

Dwayne's Domain [chapter 3]

Paul's 'fun' day out [chapter 4]

Davids purring problem [chapter 5]

Freakish Friday [chapter 6]

Kittens? [Chapter 7 End]

If I can talk to you and not be judged, reblog this

please, please please oh my god i know you just did that but your p*links for logan are so crazy, i can imagine him doing all of that so well. I kindly ask for more, your feedings us logan girlies <33

awww tysmm bb!! 😊🤭 im glad to be of service, here you gooo

EVEN MORE P*LINKS FOR LOGAN HOWLETT <3

thigh f*ucking

logan and his breeding kink

logan using your throat

logan getting greedy while eating you out

on the kitchen counter

logan going in too deep

not exactly a p*link but logan still does this

logan being rough

logan trapping you with his arms

mutual pleasure with logan

in the shower

logan and his breeding kink pt2

missionary with logan

riding logan

logan losing control a bit

riding his lap

getting overstimulated by logans fingers

logan making you be quiet

getting distracted while watching a movie

on top

logan showing off his strength

tying you up

Will forever be one of my most favorite Jax teller fanfic. Such an amazing writer

The Reaper and the Death Angel Masterlist.

You will not be able to read certain chapters in this series without all your Community labels turned to show.

Contains: The slowest burn, canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence and graphic depictions of violence, so much fucking smut (in later chapters of course), mentions of child abuse, graphic descriptions of bullying, forensic science. OC is a chronic pain/migraine sufferer, there will be themes of this throughout the story. There will be more and I'll do my best to tag chapter by chapter, please don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed something.

You should expect that each chapter could have a bit of everything, if it's tagged it just means it's more than one sentence. More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is.

Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical/forensic💉 Triggering material🚩

Some of the chapters and snippets will be put to music, not listening to the music won't affect the story. Updates will vary, some days I might do two and other times I'll go a week without posting anything, there will be a time where I will open requests for snippets so you as the reader can have a piece of the universe I've cobbled together.

What's a snippet?

A snippet is an optional one-shot that adds context to the story and expands on some small themes that will appear throughout the story, not reading them won't affect the story but it will take away some of the more fluffy and/or mundane 'day in the life' elements.

Comment if you want to be tagged. Thank you so always for all your support. However, my tag list has been having issues so the best way to follow is to follow the tag #the reaper and the death angel.

You've spent most of your adult life in and out of war zones, and you've worked with the US military to identify terrorists and dead GIs. Sick of all the death and pain you chose to leave fieldwork and go back to historical research. When your little Brother leaves the Marines and settles in a small town, you decide to follow him. Will you find a home in your small, underfunded Musume job and your Brother's found family? Or will life with the Club just be another war zone?

Pre Season 1

Prologue

Part 1 ❤😨💉🔪

Part 2 ❤

Part 3 😨💉

Part 4

Part 5 ❤😨

Part 6 ❤😨🚩

Part 7 ❤

Part 8 ❤

Part 9 💉

Snippet 1 - The Lab💉

Season 1

Part 10 💉 🔪

Part 11 ❤😨💉

Part 12 🚩❤😨

Part 13 ❤😨💉🤢

Part 14 ❤❤❤💉

Part 15 ❤❤❤❤🔪🔪

Part 16🚩❤🤢(very mild)🔪

Snippet 2 - The Hand Model ❤

Part 17 ❤ ❤ ❤

Part 18 💦(discussion only)🚩(discussion only) ❤

Part 19 ❤ ❤ 🔪 💦

Part 20 ❤ ❤ ❤ 💦 💉

Part 21 ❤❤💦💦😨😨

Part 22 😨❤😨❤😨❤

Snippet 3 - The Siblings 🚩😨❤❤❤

Pre-season 2

Part 23 ❤❤❤💦💦💦💦💦💦

Part 24 💦💦❤ ❤ ❤

Season 2

Part 25 ❤❤💦💦😨🚩

Part 26 🔪🔪🔪🚩😨😨💦❤💦❤💦

Part 27 ❤❤💦💦😨💦

Part 28 😨💦❤💦❤😨🚩🔪

Part 29 ❤❤😨😨

Part 30 ❤❤😨🚩

Snippet 4 - The Charming Gazette ❤

Part 31❤😨🚩❤💦❤🔪

Part 32🔪❤🚩😨🤢💉

Season 3

Part 33 ❤❤🔪

Part 34❤💦🚩😨

Part 35💉🤢😨❤💦💦❤

Part 36 😨❤

Part 37 😨❤🔪💦❤

Part 38😨💦❤🔪

Pre Season 4

Part 39😨❤

Season 4

Part 40 😨💦❤ ❤ ❤

Part 41 😨😨😨💦❤ ❤

Part 42 😨💦❤😨

Part 43 😨❤😨❤🔪🚩

Part 44 😨❤😨❤💦

Pre-season 5

Part 45 😨❤😨❤❤❤

Part 46🔪😨❤❤

Season 5

Part 47 ❤😨😨💉❤❤😨

Part 48 😨💉😨😨❤❤💦

Part 49😨❤❤💦

Part 50😨❤❤💦

Part 51😨😨❤

Part 52😨❤❤💦

Part 53😨🔪❤❤💦

Part 54😨🔪❤😨

Post season 5.

Part 55 ❤💦❤💦😨

Part 56😨😨❤❤🚩

Part 57😨❤🚩💦❤😨

Part 58😨💉❤😨💉❤🤢

Part 59💦😨❤

Snippet 5 - The Lesson I😨🔪😨🔪❤❤

Part 60❤😨🚩💦❤

Part 61💦❤😨🔪❤

Snippet 6 - The Lesson II❤🤢🔪💦❤

Part 62❤💦😨🔪❤

Snippet 7 - The Victor❤💦❤

Part 63 ❤💦❤😨❤❤❤

Part 64❤❤❤

Part 65❤❤❤

Part 66❤❤❤💦❤

Epilogue ❤❤💦❤

One-shots

I'll Be Taking This Back💦❤

Trapped💦💦❤ ❤ ❤

The Weight of the World 💦💦💦💦❤ ❤

Lint and Gunpowder Part 1 ❤ ❤ Part 2💦💦❤ ❤

Beast of Prey❤💦💦💦❤

Run💦❤

Patience is a Virtue💦❤

Or Else💦❤

A list of all my favourite JOEL MILLER Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Joel Miller Fic Recs - Part 1

Joel Miller Fic Recs - Part 2

Joel Miller Fic Recs - Part 3

Joel Miller Fic Recs - Part 4

Joel Miller Fic Recs - Part 5

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Joel Miller Fic Recs - Part 15

Joel Miller Fic Recs - Part 16

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