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Dave Lizewski x goth!Reader

Premise: Dave sits next to you in History, he's been secretly pining for you for ages, but he's been too scared to ask you out since you're so pretty and your goth exterior is very intimidating for him. To his surprise, he and you are paired up to finish a history assignment this weekend. Truth is, you thought he was cute too...

Tags: 18+ characters/pining!Dave/extremely nerdy and loser!Dave/hard exterior soft interior!reader/reader who despite having a crush on Dave does NOT want to admit it(tsundere!reader)/Mutual pining/mini slow burn into eventual smut/virgin!dave/submissive!Dave + switch!Dave who ends up taking control/reader on top/oral(both parties)/face sitting/edging/no condom/raw/doggy/cuddling/aftercare

A/N: Finalized version 7/8/23, fully edited. I am glad so many of you liked this and I am hoping to return to this couple in the future!

Taglist: @lazyneonrabbitt

(Ask to be tagged in upcoming one offs of Dave if you'd like!)

Imagines of these two: here and here

Jennifer's Body AU reader x Dave here

UPDATE!!! Read the direct sequel here

It's a normal Friday afternoon and Dave sits, staring out the window and daydreaming about this or that for his last class of the day. Class hasn't started yet, and what pulls Dave out of his daydream is you. You with your all black clothes, black lipstick and dark style. You walk into class as if its nothing, and every time you do Dave feels butterflies fill his stomach. He still can't believe how lucky he was to get sat next to you, even if he's way too intimidated to say anything to you.

You sit down next to him and you keep your face neutral. You know how mean this highschool has been about your style, so these days you hardly give them anything. And after you broke some jocks finger for trying to touch you in the 10th grade, people leave you alone for the most part. To your face at least. You know they probably snicker when you're not looking, but at the very least you can go on autopilot through out the day and go home to where you can really be yourself.

Dave has no idea about this, he thinks you're just the most confident chick in school, and he is in no way in your league, at all. It doesn't stop him from day dreaming about it though. He goes home and thinks about you at night, thinks about what it would feel like to actually ask you out. He's practiced saying it in the mirror a few times even, but when you sit next to him in class it's like he can't even make his voice say "Hello" let alone "Can I take you to the movies this Friday?". What kind of movies would you even like? God, its hopeless. He's doomed to sit next to you pining until senior years up and he never sees you again.

Today you sit next to him as always, headphones blaring The Cure while you ignore the world. You do steal a glance towards the guy who sits next to you in History, and quickly glance away, your dark lashes fluttering. You try not to interact with him because you know if you do, it's going to be obvious you like him. You can't help it, something about the way he's obviously so flustered by you, his big blue eyes gazing at you behind those nerdy glasses, it does something to you. Something the other students would notice and probably pick on the both of you for. Imagine it, the social outcast goth girl and the loser nerdy boy? No way, it's something you're not willing to risk after being bullied from your last school. No, its better to not think about it. Keep your headphones in and look forward, pretend you see nothing.

Your history teacher begins class, so you put away your headphones and get ready to start class. As you put them in your bag, you catch Dave's eyes. He looks like he almost wants to say something to you, and you furrow your thin and arched brows, giving off a "why are you talking to me" energy without even trying to really. It's almost second nature at this point for you, and when you see his cheeks heat up, you feel your heart jump, a mixture of feeling bad for how you come off and a hope for what he might have wanted to say. His hand nervously slides his glasses back up, his big blue eyes blinking away in embarrassment, the words unsaid falling flat in the air and your history teacher gaining the attention of the class.

You turn from Dave, obviously conflicted about what transpired, even if it was brief. It was one of the few times you two interact, but somehow when you sit next to him for this hour long class, it's as if you are interacting. You can almost feel the space between you two, and the times when his foot or your leg gets too close, bumps, barely touches, it's almost electric. It truly makes it hard to focus on class at times, but for the most part if you really fixate on what the teacher is saying, you can get by. From the looks Dave gives you at the end of class usually, he didn't hold up as well for the most part.

"This seating arrangement really was a mistake..." You muse silently to yourself inside your head, a small sigh escaping your lips.

Your teacher begins describing the next history assignment for the weekend, it's supposed to be something about fake "interviewing" someone from the history lessons from so far, or something, you're catching about half of it, but you know they pass out a more detailed paper later.

Meanwhile, Dave is beating himself up for, once again, not being able to ask you out tonight.

"C'mon man, you should have just said it!" He curses himself mentally. "Worst she could say is no right? God...with her, she might actually bite my head off..."

He's practically sweating next to you, his hand nervously tapping the table between you two lightly. Your hand, inches away is trying to take notes on what the assignment is supposed to have because you absorb it better when you actually write it out. As well as an excuse to not focus on Dave's nervous fidgeting beside you.

Dave is biting the inside of his cheek trying to game plan if he can save this, ask you at the end of class, when the teacher says something that makes his stomach drop, but his heart flutter.

"Alright, so that's the basis of the assignment, however, I would like for you to work with your table partner outside of class this weekend and choose which of you will be the interviewer and the interviewee..."

"Holy shit!" Dave could practically jump out of his seat from excitement and fear. This means he doesn't even have to actually ask you out, now you two are forced to spend time together this weekend!

"Holy shit..." You think to yourself. You feel entirely tense, as if you need to run out of the room right this instant, and your cheeks are hot under your makeup. This means you have to spend time, alone, with Dave this weekend. The truth was, you weren't even dreading it because you hate him, even if you try to convince yourself that. No, the truth was...you didn't know if you keep the charade up if you were to spend that sort of time together. Surely, surely...he would notice the crush you had been building for him for the past few months...

The teacher dismisses the class early, letting everyone figure out how they're going to make time this weekend with each other. You could turn to stone, in fact maybe you have because to your surprise it takes Dave's squeaky, unsure voice to call you name to get you out of your trance.

"Yes...Dave?" You turn, almost ridgid, but trying to be neutral, if not kind. Dave is obviously shocked, this might be the most attention he's ever scored from you!

"Well, since we're paired up, I was uh..um..." His doe eyes dart down as he speaks, finding the right words. "I was wondering if you wanted to come to my house after school to work on it?"

You can't believe it, he wants you to come over, now? No way, you can't even hardly bring yourself to move from your seat, let alone find your way over to Dave's house. You find your head giving the smallest, most timid of shakes as you stare at him with disbelief of the situation.

"Oh! Uh yeah no it's totally cool.." Dave senses the rejection and is obviously red faced as he scratches the back of his head, moving those mop of gorgeous dark curls around. "It's so sudden, you probably have big plans for a Friday night, huh?"

The way he's so obviously trying to make this work begins to melt at your icy heart. You shake your head again and immediately Dave is trying to stammer out more, but you finally find your words and work everything out.

"No, that's okay, Dave, I actually, um... I could come to your place around 7pm if that's okay?" Your usually confident self feels a bit wavered as you ask. Dave's eyes shine so brightly you think he may burst, the color in his cheeks different than before.

"Oh, that's totally awesome! I'll give you my address!" He says, with unusually less attempts to speak than normal, he must be really excited about this. You gulp at the thought, and as Dave takes a pen and rips off a piece of notebook paper, you do the same. You write down your number, in case you two need to talk at all between now and then.

You can't help yourself, you put a little black heart next to your number. It's like something has possessed you, you can't even stop yourself. "God...this is just the start..." A part of your subconscious whispers somewhere...

If you thought Dave was over the moon when you agreed to come over tonight, he's downright estactic when he sees you pass over your number.

"This is...for me??" He stares at you, mouth agape, and doesn't even realize what a dumb question that was, but you can't help but find it endearing.

"For if I get lost or something comes up..." You trail off with reasons, but you know you truly just wanted to give him your number despite your reservations. Dave totally thinks the reasons are valid though, he scrambles to put his number on the paper he passed towards you with his address.

"Oh, that makes sense here, lemme just..." His tongue pokes out the corner of his mouth as he scrawls his number. He passes it back to you again, and your cheek heat skyrockets as you see he's also put a heart. He seems pleased with himself and shy about it at the same time, as if this is a secret between the two of you.

You begin packing up after that, and look at him with your lips pursed, unable to reciprocate all he's giving you right now. As you walk away he calls out.

"Alright, see you tonight then!" And you're almost sure the whole class has eyes on your back while you walk quickly from the room, eyes down. You just hope no one decides to dig their grimy fingers into the sliver of hope that this just might work out in the way you're terrified of...

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The sky has started to turn dark, amber meeting violet in wispy clouds above. You're looking about for the address Dave wrote down, but his writing is comparable to chicken scratch. You find the house you think is his, and decide to text the number Dave also wrote extremely poorly underneath the address. You take pause, staring at the heart he returned on the piece of paper, and wonder if you should go through with this. It's not like you can just back out either, both your grades rely on this.

"It's just studying..." You breath out into the chilled brink of nighttime air, and text him you're here.

You are surprised how soon Dave is bounding down the stairs inside before opening the door with a big smile.

"You're here! Awesome, I just got pizza ordered, it's inside!" He does everything but pull you inside, he's so excited.

You feel some of your fears evaporate as you cross the threshold of his house. It's very homey, something your house always lacked. You feel like while its not pristine, it's meant to be lived in, a place where life goes on inside. You can't remember the last time you felt that way about a place, maybe your grandma's house, once upon a time...

Dave ushers you into his kitchen where he's got pizzas and snacks laid out. You can't help but feel like this is turning out more date than study when you see the set up. Your stomach builds with butterflies as you realize he's done all this just for you. You who has ignored him, at times being borderline mean, but of course you would have had to give him the attention he deserved to have truly been mean. That would have been more than you ever had given him by a mile. "Shit..." You think to yourself as you consider the situation.

"Yeah, I figured ya know, you might be hungry and it uh, it t-takes brain power to uh do a study...study date...." He stammers out as he sees your reaction, totally trying to wring out the study from 'study date' the way you do from a wet cloth.

You can't help it, you're flattered despite yourself. No one has ever been this kind to you since you moved to your new school in 9th grade. A part of you is desperate...desperate for this attention, for this connection you so clearly don't deserve. And with a sweetheart like Dave of all people. You feel a lump in your throat, but nod, agreeing with his words. His anxiety seems to have subsided as you do, and he beams a grin at you.

"Yeah! Here lemme grab this," he takes the pizza and a can of soda for each of you with ease. "And we can head up to my room to get started?"

His room. Oh god...

Your legs follow despite everything in you feeling absolutely undeserving of this kindness, your combat boots thunking on the kitchen tiles.

He takes you upstairs to his attic room and you are surprised. As much as it's a teenage boys room, it's also quite clean, and looks really comfortable. He sets you guys up on the bed and pats a place next to him. You settle down next to him, and he flips on a TV across from the bed. You wonder how you went from being here to study, to having pizza and movie.

"I just thought we might like to watch something while we eat..." Dave says in a nervous mutter as he sees your face.

"Okay..." You say, taking a slice of pizza and nibbling a bite. With all the butterflies in there, you don't think your stomach can hold much more than a slice right now. The two of you settle into his bed, munching on slices of pizza and watching some action flick Dave's put on...

After you two are done eating, Dave moves the food stuffs out of the way, and it's just the two of you on the bed. Somehow much more intimate now that there's not a pizza box between you two. You try to focus on the movie, but you can feel Dave glancing at you for much of it.

Dave can't help himself, you just looks so gorgeous, your dark eye make up is so sharp and bold, the thought of you taking control of him, of you pushing him into his bed and using him up keeps running through his thoughts. He even tried to jack off before you came over so he wouldn't be a total horn dog, but here he is, imagining what it would be like to lean over and kiss your black lips. God...he couldn't even ask you out properly, and the only reason you're here is because of the school assignment. There's no way you would be here otherwise. "I'm such a loser..." He thinks to himself, his eyes darting away from your face when you glance over and catch him staring. Instead his eyes land on your hand, laying in between the two of you on the bed, your finger nails black like the rest of your attire.

"Maybe if I could just..." He thinks, imagining himself being bold enough to take your hand, to test the waters to see if something was there. It would be enough that he could see if you have any interest, but wouldn't be as awkward as what he wants to do, which is lean over, take your delicate face in his hands and look you in the eye before kissing you as deeply as he can. Yes, holding hands would go over better than that, he has to tell himself. He feels shaky as one of his hands reaches up to push his glasses back into place, focusing himself to complete the task of holding your hand. The movie plays on...

After what seems like ages of Dave having an internal debate, he raises his hand slowly, deliberately, making a move towards your hand. You seem to be caught in the movie right now, the film is nearing it's climax as you two sit beside each other. If all goes wrong, he'll just pull his hand back and pretend he didn't mean to move it there. "Yeah, like that will work..." The voice in his head chides. It's too late now, he's already practically doing it, his hand hovering over yours before slowly dropping it down, the heat of his hand meeting yours, before softening into a hold.

You let out a small gasp, but don't pull your hand away. Dave is at a loss for words, he doesn't know how to explain it away, he IS holding your hand, and it's clear he doesn't mean it in a friendly way from how red his cheeks get. All you can do is stare at him right now, it's like time passes by in molasses, sticky and sweet. You can't believe it, he's really making a move on you...

What surprises you more is the fact that when your body catches up to your brain, you're moving towards him with fervor. Your other hand comes to the side of his face and you're crushing your lips against his. The movie is forgotten, as well as your inhibitions. Your lips tingle when they meet his, and you can't help yourself, somehow his small innocent touch has caused the dam you built inside yourself to stay away from him to collapse. You're working your lips into his like he's the air you breathe, and Dave is so caught off guard he's letting you, moving along with you as his guide.

"Oh my god, she's kissing me...I'm kissing a girl!" Dave thinks to himself, totally blown away, his eyes wide at first before melting into your kiss, his glasses only sort of getting in the way.

"God...I can't help it...he's so nerdy and sweet, I need to know what his body is like..." You think to yourself, your hands moving wildly into his mess of curly hair, gripping and tugging him into your kiss.

It's the type of kiss that almost hurts its so wanted.

You find yourself pulling away for a moment to catch your breath, and you see your black lipstick smudged both on Dave's pouty, plump from being kissed lips, as well as your own from the reflection of his glasses. You look as if you've totally given in, your eyes filled with a desire you've never seen before. You look back into Dave's vibrant blue eyes and see he's completely at your will.

"P-please...don't stop..." He whispers, those eyes of his pleading for you to continue. God, you want to fuck his brains out right here, and at this rate you think you will.

What surprises you next is Dave taking a bit of control, his own hands wrapping around your waist and bringing you on top of him, his hands grabbing into your gothic hair style, and your lips colliding once again as Dave let's out a whimper into your kiss. You can't help but moan back, the sound a dull vibration between your lips. Dave kisses sloppily, he wants you so bad and he's never kissed a girl before, that much is clear. You bite his lower lip to slow him down and take control, his body jumping from the bite, and where your legs straddle him you can feel his hardness against you as he bucks. God, he's like putty in your hands.

Dave can hardly contain himself, his hands roam your body freely, at some point one of his hands finds it's way under your skirt, gripping your hips and running along your stomach. He doesn't want to go too north or south without your permission, scared to run you and the pleasure you're giving him off. You can tell, and moan in a way that signals your frustration, before releasing your hands from where they're knotted in his curls and grabbing his wrists. You guide his hands underneath your shirt and sit up on him, letting him explore your breasts over your bra as you slip your shirt off and quickly discard it on his floor. As you look down, Dave's eyes are wider than ever, totally encapsulated by your body, his mouth hanging open and stained with your dark lipstick.

"God...you're so sexy..." He mumbles, not even sure what he's saying, just that he's in total awe of you. He's wanted this for so long he feels like he's accidently just convinced himself that you're really here, really doing this. It's as if you're a dream come to life instead of actually straddling him on his bed.

You reach back and undo your bra, the straps sliding down slowly before you pull your bra over your head, your breasts falling out. Dave doesn't need to be told to grab them, he's getting the hang of this. He feels the softness of your chest before exploring your nipples playfully. You smirk down at him as your hips ride him fully clothed.

"Would you like to taste them...?" You say slyly, almost savoring his reaction, knowing how excited he is. All he can do is nod eagerly and say 'Please'. You lean down and let Dave cup your breasts, pulling one of them to his mouth and sucking hungrily. He has dreamed of this moment, thought of it before bed with his cock in his left hand. He never thought he would actually be here, playing with your nipples in his mouth, switching sides so your other breast doesn't feel lonely.

You continue to grind against him, his already hard cock feeling as if he will cum just from you dry humping him. You can feel it twitching, aching to be released from his pants. You slide down his body, his mouth popping off your breast with a soft pop! before he gives out a whine that he wanted more. He looks down at you as you reach his pants, and playfully stare up at him with your devilish, make up smeared smile. Somehow knowing he's messed up your perfect goth make up is turning him on. He even finds himself imagining if he could ruin it more by cumming on your pretty little face. He wonders if you would ever let him and groans as you begin pulling his pants down and letting his cock free.

You're surprised not for the first time tonight, and not for the last. Dave's cock is huge! You had no idea this little nerd was packing so much heat, it's way longer and girthier than any cock you've seen up until now, and even putting your black manicured hand around it is making your hands look so small in comparison. Dave seems almost shy about his cock, he shifts nervously as you gaze at it, mouth slightly agape at his size, and Dave wonders if you don't like it.

"Is it...okay?" He finally squeaks out from nerves, and your eyes dart back up to his, dragging out of the trance the sight of his cock put you in. You begin to stroke him and nod.

"More than okay..." You say as you feel your cheeks heat up, your mouth watering just thinking about sucking him off. You hear Dave whimper out from your touch, his back arching into you, his hips bucking for more already. He feels so sensitive, as if your touch is too much.

"Please be careful...I don't know how long I can last..." He warns you, and the idea that you get to edge him until you want him to cum has your legs clenching from the wetness unraveling there. You can't believe how your body reacts to his, it's as if every little thing he does has your stomach coiled and shivers running up and down your body. You look him in the eyes as you place your mouth over the tip of his thick cock.

He closes his eyes in pleasure just from that, and you pause. You know you'll be doing a lot of stopping and starting, going so slow, just to keep him from blowing his load early. Dave is glad once again that he has already cum a few times today, if not he would have definitely came from you dry humping him earlier. He moves a hand to your hair, holding and petting you as you begin to go deeper, bobbing up and down in a rhythm that keeps him on his toes. He can't believe how hot and wet your mouth is, and you leave black rings on his cock as you go.

You suck his cock with purpose, finding out what gets him going very easily, and putting a stop to it before he goes too far. He's a whining mess, breathing hard and husky, his voice coming out in a quiver as he speaks your name, begging you. When you think he's had as much as he can take right now, your lips satisfyingly pop off his cock, and you look him in the eyes, his cock beside your sweet face.

"Now that I've tasted you Dave...I think it's your turn to taste me..." Dave's eyes are heavy with want, but they widen as he realizes what you're getting at. Truly, you can't even believe you're so eager for him, but you've fought it for so long you can't anymore. You know what you want in this instance, and your body isn't letting your brain ruin this for you. You take off your bottoms, leaving you naked before him, his eyes grazing your body with need.

You put your knees on either side of his face, and Dave looks up at you with those gorgeous blue eyes as he stares up from under your pussy.. You worried a bit if he would shy away from it, some men can be afraid of eating women out, especially their first time doing it. But Dave has literally imagined over and over what it would be like to have you sit on his face and to eat you up like his life depended on it. And he does just that.

Without having to give him any pointers, he grabs your hips and presses your pussy onto his face, his tongue going to town right away. He begins with your clit first, sucking the whole thing right away, and you actually have to cry out, your thighs almost crushing his head.

"Sensitive! Wait!" Is all you can say, and Dave seems to get the memo, beginning to swirl his tongue around your clit, playing with it before lightly lapping at it, sometimes with his tongue pointed, others with it flat and tasting all of you. Dave is grateful he ever cared to look up online how to do this properly, even though at the time he never thought he would ever get to use this knowledge.

You're surprised when he even begins to tongue your wet hole, playing with you there before dragging his tongue back up to play with your clit. He isn't perfect at it for his first time, and you likely won't cum from just this, but god does his tongue feel good down there. Dave is definitely not embarrassing himself in this catergory. He even presses your hips, pushing your pussy further on his face, practically suffocating under you from time to time, before releasing himself, his hot breath tickling your pussy. He looks up at you every so often with such a submissive look you can barely believe it. He loves being beneath you, you taking from him just how you like it. His cock is still hard and twitching, you reach back just to give it a feel and you can tell his cock has calmed enough you could probably get on top without him spilling in you right away.

"I want you inside me, Dave..." You whisper down at him, as you pull your pussy off him and he opens his eyes, completely drunk off your pussy, your wetness glistening on his lips.

"Anything you want..." He replies, his eyelids heavy and pleased with everything so far. He wants to make sure you're satisfied.

"In that case, I'm going to cum on your cock Dave...I need you to hold out til I'm finished..." You're voice is so soft, but commanding at the same time, which Dave is crazy for. You can see he's nervous about it still, worried he will disappoint and cum too early, but he nods with determination.

You move down, and position yourself over his red, hard cock. You look him in the eyes as you slowly lower yourself, his tip gliding in, stretching you out already.

"Fuck...." You moan out, your eyes closing as you take him inch by inch. He is completely enamored, watching you closely, and so confused as to how someone as hot and intimidating as you is fucking herself on his cock. You bite your messy lip as you find yourself struggling to fit him all, he makes you feel so full. When you finally do, you let yourself sit there for a moment and take it all in, enjoying the feeling of being so completely filled.

"God, Dave...your cock is so big..." You murmur out and Dave can't believe you think his cock is big, he never realized that, he knew it wasn't small but somehow he had convinced himself he wasn't that big either.

Eventually, you begin rocking your hips, moving up and down as you both gasp from pleasure. You use your hands to steady yourself on his chest while your other hand begins to touch your sensitive clit, working it until it feels amazing, heat flooding you.

Dave holds onto your hips and helps you move on him, sometimes going slower to stop himself. He wants to fill you up so badly it hurts, his stomach and muscles are so tight, his arm muscles clenching and showing themselves as his big hands guide your hips. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer by the minute.

"Dave, you're going to make me cum..." You whisper out as you begin to feel it. Dave looks at you with worry, and asks you something you forgot to talk about before getting wrapped up on the heat of the moment.

"If you cum, I'm going to cum...do we need a condom?" He says, his brows furrowed. You thank god you are on reliable birth control right now.

"It's okay, I have birth control, go crazy..." You say off handedly, not expecting much change in reaction.

Somehow, hearing you tell him to 'go crazy' starts something in him. He almost hesitates, but there's something he really wants to try. You can tell by the look on his face that he is planning something, and with a slight nod you silently tell him to go for it.

Dave quickly lips you off his cock and effortlessly tosses you onto the bed face first. You gasp out, the power dynamic shifting in that moment. You didn't know he was that strong...

He grabs your hips and ass and pulls them into his cock, easily slipping back inside your wet folds and pushing himself so deep you had no idea he could even do that. You moan out his name and grip the pillows beneath you, suddenly feeling like the submissive one now.

"Fuck, Dave..." You breath out and shudder as he fucks you so deeply you can hardly breath right. "I didn't know you could be this...dominant..."

Dave almost chuckles at your comment, but he agrees silently. Something about you letting him fuck you like this has emboldened him, he grips you harder, playing with your ass as he goes. Squishing and squeezing it, enjoying the feel of it in his hands.

You move so one of your hands can be under you, fumbling for your wet clit once again. You moan out Dave's name loudly as he fucks you deeply, your ass bouncing against his thighs with satisfying slaps. Dave can feel you clenching as you get closer, and it's so hard for him to contain himself. He wants to spill inside you so badly, his face scrunches up from the thought, he has to bite his lip to think of something else, even if it's the pain of biting.

"Please...I can't hold on much longer..." He says between heavy breaths and calling your name.

You focus, finding the sweet spot and so lost in his cock fucking you that suddenly your legs are locking up as your pussy clamps down on his cock, your climax spilling over the edge as you moan Dave's name. Dave pounds you harder as you do this, needing to to keep up as you clench around him so tightly it makes it hard to fuck you. Almost as soon as you reach your peak, Dave is thrusting his final thrusts into you, his cum welling up and shooting off inside of you, making a total mess of your pussy. You cry out as he does this and Dave groans loudly, his body shaking and his cock twitching as it finishes releasing.

When he's done, he stays there for a moment before carefully pulling out, his cum dripping onto the bed, and the tip of his cock so sensitive he has to rush to pull the end out so it doesn't hurt.

Dave doesn't even care anymore about being shy with you, he pulls you onto him and snuggles onto your hair, taking deep breaths.

"That was amazing...I can't believe you let me do that..." He whispers into your hair, he could almost cry from how emotional and raw he feels right now, but he holds it back as best he can, not wanting to cry during sex even though you wouldn't have held it against him anyways.

He holds you for a long time, and during that time you can't even speak, the afterglow of your breath and sweaty bodies speaking for itself. You never wanted to let Dave in, and now here you are, full of his cum and sore from his cock, while you lay naked in his bed, cuddling. You end up blocking out any negative thoughts, and realize that it was so worth it. You move and snuggle into his neck, petting his chest, and musing lightly into his skin.

"I'm glad I came over, Dave..." You end up saying, because that's how you feel about all of this. Dave pets your hair and laughs lightly.

"I'm glad you came over too..."

There's no way that history project is getting done tonight.

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ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ

ᵍᵒ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵒ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵒ ʲᵘˢᵗ

ᵈʳⁱᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ"

✧ I'm your passenger ✧

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Dave Lizewski x Goth!Reader

Premise: You and Dave have been seeing each other every weekend since your history project together, but for a while now you've been too scared to admit your true feelings. Tonight, you take Dave to a bonfire with you other alternative friends, and introduce him as your boyfriend for the first time. You also end up taking Dave back to your car for some much needed release under the full autumn moon.

Tags: sappy romantic who doesn't want to show her feelings reader, Dave who is totally head over heels but doesn't want to push anything in fear of losing you, Dave is so nervous to meet your friends and go to his first party, reader who realizes she really might just be in love with this nerd, mentions of casual drinking, car sex, semi public but not mentioned much, dominant reader, some Dom Dave, reader on top, p in v, raw sex, size kink, teasing.

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Read the first part here. Be added to Dave's taglist here. Dave x Reader (Jennifer's Body AU) here. Dave x popular!reader imagine here.

Dave Lizewski had never been to a party his entire highschool career. In fact, the last party he went to with more than just Marty and Todd was a first grade "everyone has to be invited" birthday party. Even that, Dave remembers very vividly, particularly when he's staring at the ceiling late at night in dread, was a mistake. He had eaten too much cake, mixed it with as many Pepsi cola's as his tiny six year old body could hold, and ended up seeing it all again on the dancefloor about 20 minutes later. He hoped to God, or whoever was up there, that tonight wouldn't have a similar fate. He would never be able to live it down if he embarrassed himself tonight, in front of you, of all people. It was you, all black lipstick and smudged eye make up, that had roped him into this. You two started as project partners, and very quickly advanced to something more. Dave couldn't believe you, the goth girl of his nerdy comic book dreams, had taken an interest in him. It had only been a few weeks since Dave started regularly seeing you, and he was still unclear on whether or not you two were a "thing" as Todd had put it when he grilled Dave about why he wasn't hanging out with "the boys" anymore. Half the time, you still ignored him during the school day. You stomped your way through the hallway with knee high combat boots, black and buckled more than needed to be. You would, if Dave was lucky that day, perhaps give him a look that was slightly softer than your usual scowl.

It was the weekends when he really saw you. A simple command. A text that said "Come over." and that was it for Dave. He was like a dog on a leash for you, drooling all week in his bed alone, thinking about you with his hands busy in his pants. He felt embarrassed the amount of times he'd looked at a picture you posted on MySpace here or there, sitting at his desk, ogling those pixels on the screen just to get him through the week til he saw you again.

He would hate how much you have him whipped if it wasn't for the fact that he was actually entirely grateful anyone would fuck him, let alone you. No, for you? He would do anything you told him to. And you knew that, of course. Which is why you are dragging Dave out of the city to bumfuck nowhere to party with the goths.

Despite Dave's very adamant concerns, mainly to do with how he would never fit into a crowd like that, here he was, riding passenger in your beat up car. The night had started to settle in, the sun falling earlier as the cool of fall began to crisp the earth with its presence. Leaves turned to orange and gold, dipping low on the branches of weary trees that the tiny car's hood grazed as you took yet another back road. Dave began to wonder if you actually knew where this party was as the headlights became a sole source of light.

"D-do you, um, actually know where this spot is?" Dave speaks up over your car stereo, which is currently blasting something by London After Midnight which Dave was still unfamiliar with.

"Of course, stop worrying." You steal a glance at him, where he is pushing his glasses up nervously in the seat next to you. He catches your black lips smirking in the lowlight and he can't help but want to give in, as always, to your demands.

"I just…I don't think they're going to l-like me…" Dave says with interjecting sighs, repeating once again his main fear for tonight.

"Dave, it's other alternative people, this isn't exactly the popular crowd." You slide a hand over to his thigh, your many rings clinking together as you do so.

"I know, but that doesn't mean I'll fit in…" Dave can't help but to meet your hand, giving it a squeeze where it lays on his thigh.

"Trust me, you'll fit in if I say you fit in." You try to ease his fears once again. "I know these people quite well, if I say you're cool, you're cool. It'll be alright, Dave."

Dave nods, muttering a "yeah, cool" to himself as he feels another squeeze from your soft hand. He runs a nervous finger over your black nail polish for the rest of the car ride, and tries to see the scenery of the intensifying dense woods that engulf the tiny car.

Eventually, as Sean Brennan's voice whines on, you two come to a driveway. You turn in, a few other cars have already arrived. An orange blaze of a bonfire flashes from around the side of an old white farmhouse and Dave can hear the chitter chatter of other teens as you two exit the car. Dave can feel his stomach tighten as he imagines a mirror before him, showing him how he looks to others.

He tried, he really did. When you texted that you were taking him to a party he was already freaked, and then he freaked more when he found out he would be the only one without the proper dress code. He looked through all of his wardrobe, twice in fact just to be sure, but all he found was nerdy video game plastered shirts and jeans. He was hoping he might have had a band t-shirt from when he had a minor emo phase in middle school, but had no luck.

Dave settled on picking out a dark gray zip up hoodie, along with a black t-shirt and jeans, but he feels like he's under dressed when he looks over at you. You, who is wearing so many flashy chains of silver around your belt, various necklaces featuring bats and crosses, and of course your "bats nest" hairstyle (which you had to explain to Dave was supposed to look messy). In comparison, Dave looked As nerdy and lame as always.

Yeah, Dave was going to stand out, he was sure of it.

Seeing Dave's hesitation, after grabbing a bottle of wine out of the backseat you brought for the occasion, you approach him. Taking your hands on his shoulders, your platform boots giving you almost a similar height to Dave, you look deep into his eyes. He gazes back with those big baby blues you fell for.

"Dave, I brought you here tonight because I think it's important that my friends meet my boyfriend, not to embarrass you or torment you." You say this slowly, knowing that the two of you haven't discussed this exactly, but that Dave has been clear in the past that he wants to date. As Dave registers what you're saying, his eyes light up.

"B-Boyfriend?" Is all his mouth can seem to muster, he's so over the moon about it. He had asked before if you two were dating, in fact, he asked the next day after your first time together. Then, of course, you were still figuring out your feelings, and hadn't had a clear answer. Dave was so nervous to ask you again he hadn't brought it up, but of course he wanted to be with you, that much was clear.

"Yes, Dave," You say with a small, but soft laugh, happy that he's so excited about it. "I think it's time we made it official."

"Y-yes!" Dave nods his head eagerly, still nervous he can somehow mess this up.

''I didn't know you wanted that…" He admits softly, glancing at his dirty sneakers.

You take Dave's face in your hands, pulling his gaze back up to yours. That's something he always loved about you, your intense, yet adorable, eyes.

"I know, I'm sorry I was being so confusing, that wasn't fair to you. But if you are okay with it, I'd like to be your girlfriend." You say with sincerity, truly apologizing for your confusing actions, as well as giving Dave the opportunity to agree on his own terms. You're not really sure when you decided all of this, but at some point in the last few weeks you realized how silly it was that you were scared to commit to Dave. Why? Because the rest of the school might use it against you? Fuck them.

"I–" Dave is so surprised you're even asking if he would take you as his girlfriend, it's clear on his face that this is exactly what he's always wanted. "Yes! I would love it if you were my, my g-girlfriend!"

He's so excited and energetic he can barely speak. You smile, and plant a long kiss on his soft lips, branding him with your lipstick. He can't stop himself from fluttering his dark lashes shut and leaning into the kiss, taking more than just a small peck. That's another thing he loves about you, your lips have fit perfectly in his since the first kiss, and he doesn't even mind the aftermath of your lipstick that much. In fact, sometimes he wishes he could wear it through the halls as a badge of honor, that his girlfriend was really hot and everyone else should be jealous, if that wasn't so weird.

You two pull away from each other and you clean Dave's mouth up, and let him do the same for you, before checking in one more time.

"You ready to go meet my friends, boyfriend." You say with a mascara laced wink, and Dave can only nod and affirm how much more excited he is for this now.

You take Dave's hand in yours, the two of you both sporting black nail polish since Dave had asked you to paint them so he would fit in better tonight. You're sure that he will fit in just fine, and feel excited to show him off to your closest friends. You walk the path down to the backyard.

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Just as you thought, after introductions to your fellow fiends of the night, and a few glasses of sweet red wine, Dave fit in just fine. Sure, he was still nervous to start, but as he sits on a log next to you by the fire, telling jokes with a bit of liquid courage from the bottle you brought, he is obviously accepted into the group.

You look around at the people you call friends, some having been from the alt clique at your old school, some you met online and decided to meet up with. That was the cool thing about living in a place like New York, even if you felt like you were the only goth at your school right now, there were people like you hiding in different places of darkness around the city, if one knew where to look. That truly was a blessing of a big town, you aren't sure how your longer distance MySpace and Skype friends did it in their little towns. Not to mention, if you weren't here, you wouldn't have met Dave.

You look back over to him, the chilly night air reddening his cheeks and nose, the fire illuminating his face, reflecting the joy he put out as he is telling the punchline to some joke you've already heard before. You really are grateful for him. You may have spent a lot of time dreaming of a prince of darkness to steal you away when you were younger, particularly a Ville Valo type, but there was just something about Dave that clicked. He was so different, from you, from other guys you've dated, the other goth ones. He was sincere, kind, and truthful, which was harder to find than you would think. He was just so real.

You found a blush and a heat rising inside you that wasn't from the bonfire so near, and it wasn't from the cheap wine either. No, you may very well love Dave Lizewski. And right now that thought didn't scare you like it often did in the past. You didn't even feel a pressure to tell him, as his beautiful blue eyes look at you after a particularly hard laugh with the rest of the group, you think maybe you both know, without saying. And that was enough for you, for now.

You and Dave laugh the night away with your friends. You feel young, in love, free from worry. And it isn't until the fire dies down, a few friends retiring to the house for the night, that you find a different fire inside of you. As the last of your friends ride out the night on burning embers and half done cigarettes, you find Dave's eyes once more with a look he couldn't mistake. His face heats up, and he waits for you to make the move while the stragglers kiss under the moon, sliding in each other's laps. You, however, prefer more seclusion. You stand, waving goodnight to your friends, and pull Dave along with you.

Moths dance and entwine with one another, fluttering and kissing overhead. You find your way to the back seat of your car with ease, kisses and hands everywhere before, the sensations between you and Dave practically teleporting you there. Before you know it, you're pulling Dave's pants down, and Dave is struggling to get your bra off while moaning your name.

Despite being more comfortable with you after starting this routine between both your bodies, Dave is always still a bit nervous. He loves pleasing you so much, and he wants to make sure he does it right. Soon enough he's taking over, laying you down on the old leather of your backseat. He has your breasts in his hands and mouth, his touch flicking and sucking in ways that drive you mad. You can't help but moan out, pulling him closer, wanting more, more. You feel so sensitive in his touch, so sweet under his big hands that explore and expose your body. The coldness of the fall night on your exposed flesh only adds to the experience, making you search for Dave's warmth.

He provides, his body covering yours and his hands moving down to your panties, slipping in with ease, as if to welcome him home. You arch when he plays with your pussy, your clit already aching and sensitive. You moan into his kisses, and he gets more and more excited as you tell him how much you want him. His cock bulges in his boxers, rubbing against your stomach, filling you with want.

You have to practically beg him to take you, he has been getting bold about experimenting with how much he can tease you lately. It isn't until you're biting into his neck, demanding he fuck you into these seats, that he decides not to push his luck any farther.

Dave spreads your legs for you, strong and serious, which is so unlike him, but it turns you on when he takes control like this. He is wearing your black lipstick once again as he takes his cock out, the size always surprising you. You can't believe a nerd like him is so thick, not to mention a length no girl would scoff at.

Dave smirks down at you as you admire the sight of his cock in the low moonlight, and he makes the mistake of teasing you again by rubbing his cock through your wetness, but not entering. That's not enough for you, you feel wild with need, practically growling when he attempts this.

"That's it…" You give the small warning, but Dave is still surprised when you agily flip the script, moving so that you are now on top of him. He looks up at you, breathless, a small smile as if this was his plan all along.

"Took you long enough…" He gets out before your lips are crashing against his once again.

Your hips move, searching for his cock as you straddle him. His hands move to show you where, but you're so fed up with him that you pin him to the seat. He whimpers, his moans showing you how much he likes when you dominate him.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out for making me what, Dave Lizewski…" You breathe into his mouth as your kiss separates. Dave can only nod, his eyes showing how much he wants this, his glasses crooked.

You find his cock finally, moving your pussy over it, now teasing him. He groans out, obviously full of the same want as you.

"Please…I need you…" Dave says through quick breaths.

"Oh, so now you don't like teasing?" You speak into his neck with a smirk as you bite and tease like he likes. Dave tries to move his hips, attempts to find where he can fill you up, but you just tighten your grip on his wrists.

"I'll take your cock when I'm good and ready…" You whisper so sweetly, but Dave can only cry out, it's clear he wants you desperately.

You continue on eventually even reaching a black nailed hand down to hold his cock hostage, only giving it attention when Dave is begging you. You wait until you can see his desperation reach its peak before lining his cock up and plunging down. You moan out from how full you suddenly are, your pussy welcoming his cock fully. Dave struggles against your hands holding him down, and you loosen your grip a bit as you begin enjoying yourself on top of his cock.

That's all it takes before his hands are free, grabbing your hips like that's all he can hold on to, and lifting along with you to deepen his thrusts. He may very well be beneath you right now, but it's almost all him controlling your body now. You don't mind, it feels good to have his cock so deep inside you once more. You place your hands squarely on his chest, taking each thrust in stride, his name placed on your tongue like honey, dripping off it when Dave hits the spots inside of you that drive you wild. You're so caught up in it all, you don't notice Dave speaking for a second.

"Please…" He mutters out in a breath of want. "I want to watch you touch yourself…"

You grin when you finally get what he wants. Dave loves when you use his cock up for your own pleasure, and tonight you are more than happy to oblige. You lean up, and Dave steadies you, his arms so much stronger than you would have thought. You reach down between your legs where Dave is plunging his cock deeper and deeper, and find your clit, wet and slippery from how much you are enjoying this.

You begin to play with yourself, moaning out, giving Dave a show. The small car rocks from how much Dave is pumping into you now, and you feel so close already. The windows and Dave's glasses fog up from the heavy breathing you're both doing, and Dave reaches quickly to toss his glasses to the car floor, uncaring about them, just having the need to see you right now. His big blue eyes look up at you with pure pleasure while he works your body on top of his increasingly hard cock. As you get tighter and tighter around him, you begin to feel him shudder beneath you, so close, practically leaking out already.

"F-fuck…" Dave whispers, trying to hold himself back. "I'm about to cum…"

He seems to be trying so hard to let you go first, and the way he looks so needy for you to do so begins to push you over the edge. You feel yourself begin to tighten harder than ever, Dave struggling to even fuck you as hard from how tight you are. You grab onto his arm with one hand, his hips still thrusting away as best they can, as you moan out his name and finally give Dave what he wants by finishing on his cock. It takes no time for him to follow you, spilling into your pussy as deep as possible. Dave closes his eyes and throws his head back as he fills you up more and more, the evidence sliding down his cock and onto your thighs.

Finally, you sit there breathlessly, unmoving as his cock twitches inside of you. You fall forward and lay on his sweaty, cool chest. Dave is obviously as tired as you, but wraps his arms around you firmly, holding you in place as if he's afraid to lose you.

You two remain this way for a while, just enjoying the sounds of each other's breathing and heart beats, the slowing of such coming moment by moment. You reach up lazily and pet your way into Dave's dark curls, and Dave mumbles asking if you liked it, like he always does.

"Of course I did…" you mumble back. "I loved it even…"

It's a start, you know you're not ready yet to give your whole heart to him, to say 'I love you' in its final form. You hope Dave understands, and by the way he reciprocates after, you think he does.

Eventually the two of you gently unravel, cleaning up and redressing, before heading back to the house for a spot to crash for the night. You are happy for such a lovely night, and Dave is actually excited that his first ever 'real' party was a success. You two find a spare room in the old house and barely get under the covers before you're sleeping on Dave's chest once more, peaceful.

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97keanu · 10 months

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Going to do a soft launch of my Dave Lizewski x goth!reader with an imagine:

Dave has such a thing for you, and its ever since you beat his ass in basketball in 9th grade gym.

You were more of a baby bat then but by your senior year you had perfected your goth look, as well as being more intimidating than any bully who tried you

Dave fantasizes about you coming to his rescue when he deals with his own bullies often, but for the most part school is a wash for you, you don't really pay attention to the rest of anyone there.

Dave gets sat next to you in one of his classes and its like instant butterflies every time you come to class

He's nervous sweating, he's trying not to lean in to smell your perfume when you sit next to him

If there's any talk to your partner next to you parts of class he's a mess

He's stammering he's pushing up his glasses every other sentence, and you're honestly unsure if its you or if he's just like that

He goes home and has so many comics that feature goth girls in them set aside just so he can day dream its you

When you finally get to talking more he probably tries to drop things he thinks is goth but he has no idea so he ends up saying things like "So you like twilight right?" Because he thinks that's goth. Your liking twilight is neither here nor there though so you're just like "Um...?"

He would be so embarrassed trying to impress you once you allowed him to talk to you. He would also constantly ask questions to figure out what's goth, why you do your make up like that, how do you do your hair.

At some point you get assigned an outside of class work project and end up going to either his house or yours to work together

Once you're in the bedroom alone he can't help himself he wants to kiss your black lipsticked lips so bad, but unfortunately you are a slow burn

When you two do finally kiss he loses his mind, its like a dream come true, he's over the moon, and after he's stammering and his voice is cracking asking if you like it

You do

Read the fic here (nsfw) read more imagines of these two here

#dave lizewski #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski x goth!reader #aaron taylor johnson #imagines #my writing

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97keanu · 10 months

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Another imagine saga of Dave Lizewski x goth girlfriend!reader, this time for you finding out Dave is Kick Ass and subsequently the times you have to patch him up after particularly rough nights

CW: angsty, movie typical blood mentions

Read the first imagine here and the first fic (nsfw) here

Dave would be so careful as not to let you know he's Kick Ass, he knows that its a dangerous game he plays and he would never want to get you involved, even if he believes you could take the truth, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something were to happen to you.

You really start to wonder when he keeps coming over with various cuts and bruises, however.

At first you think bullies at school did this, and you get extremely pissed, like Dave having to hold you back as you begin to think of a particular bully who may have done this and you're on the move to kick their ass as you two speak

As much as Dave finds your fury kinda sexy, he also can't have you beating up people who have nothing to do with this, so he keeps making up random stories like "oh I got mugged on my way home, I have no clue who did it." Or for more minor scrapes and bruises "you know me, I'm just so clumsy I ran into x y z"

Still, you're extremely suspicious and eventually you find his suit in his room and confront him

Dave can't explain, he's at an absolute loss for words and he ends up having to fess up.

At first, you're furious, you can't believe he would do something so reckless, you hate the idea that he would ever be in harms way and truthfully, from the sweet, kind, tender Dave you know you can't imagine him being a the badass Kick Ass is.

After a few long talks and Dave even demonstrating his swiftness and strength by pinning you to the bed in two seconds flat, your metal accessories clinking as he does so, you begin to believe him. + Don't forget to add a few forgiving kisses in which Dave messes up your black lipstick, but you don't mind.

Once you two have an understanding of the whole situation, it becomes a bit fun and sexy. You tease him about playing dress up and he teases you that your goth attire is just dress up for people who like bats and cemeteries. You can't argue with that.

You get into the idea of what your gothic superhero outfit would look like and even draw up a few examples and share them with Dave, he thinks its adorable but always gently tries to sway you from actually doing it, since he can't stand the idea of you being hurt

You give Dave some really good goth/metal/alternative hits for him to listen to while he works out, which he's been keeping up with lately as to not get his ass kicked as much while out patrolling.

You even convince him to paint his nails black, feigning that its NOT because you want him to match with yours, but because it will look/feel more badass when he's Kick Ass. (Dave knows that makes so sense since you can't even see his nails in his costume, but he digresses.)

Eventually, Dave does come by one night, particularly beat up after a bad mugging situation, and your heart sinks.

He comes in from your bedroom window, completely hurt and he doesn't know why but he came to your house first because he really just needed the comfort.

You immediately grab a first aid kit laying around your house (thank god you kept one on hand), and begin cleaning up his bloodied face and hands.

You feel strange because for so long your gothic interests have shown blood in movies, music, and online and you always thought it was so aesthetically pleasing and sometimes even romanized.

Its not, you can't even explain how horrible you feel, the pit in your stomach opening up when you see how hurt Dave is, even though he tries to say it doesn't hurt that much, it scares you.

After Dave is bandaged up, you take his costume off, and nearly toss it with anger on your bedroom floor somewhere, you don't care where, in fact you want it out of sight.

Dave can tell how much this upset you, and he keeps apologizing, and you don't even blame him, you know he does good, you know you could never ask him to change, this is just who he is.

But fuck, you just want Dave right now. Not Kick Ass. Not a superhero. Just plain old Dave, the nerdy shy boy you fell in love with. And you tell him just this. Dave understands, and pulls you close, telling you still how sorry he is for scaring you.

The two of you hold each other tight, Dave petting your back ratted hair softly, looking into your dark make-uped eyes and giving you kisses anywhere he can.

#dave lizewski x goth!reader #dave lizewski fanfic #dave lizewski #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski imagine #my writing #aaron taylor johnson x reader #aaron taylor johnson #kick ass x reader #kick ass fanfic

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97keanu · 9 months

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*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳on the brain rn is Dave Lizewski x goth!reader kinky car sex, what about you guys? ʚ♥︎ɞ

#lila speaks #if u guys got kinky dave ideas in mind my ask box is as open as my legs are (for dave)#dave lizewski x goth!reader #dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski

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97keanu · 8 months

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*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Aesthetics to hype you up for the next saga in Dave Lizewski x goth!reader:

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Summer fading into fall, the cold chill that nestles in your bones, nervous butterflies, being introduced as a boyfriend for the first time, old friends and new, late night bonfires, laughs that fill the night air, rosy cheeks, a want that fuels you to the backseat of your car, the first touches of love.

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳update: read it here.

#dave lizewski x reader #dave lizewski imagine #*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳promoting #dave lizewski fanfic #dave lizewski #dave lizewski x goth!reader

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97keanu · 7 months

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*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳now that I have freed Vampire!John Wick from my mind, I tentatively say that I think its time to finally write up priest!Kevin Lomax x nun!reader with alllll the drama and corruption kinks galore.

#annnnnd breeding kinks #i cant help it breeding is just such a huge part of the source material <3 #lila speaks #lila updates #im happy my work/school schedule has calmed down enough that i can finally get back to writing everydah #*day #im holding two halloween themed dave lizewski x goth reader fics hostage at the moment as well dont tell anybody

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97keanu · 10 months

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⋆⁺₊⋆To the Jennifer's Body anon: 1) I loveeee this idea and will have to get into it, especially since it gives me a reason to rewatch Jennifer's Body <3 2) it might take a bit/be multi chaptered perhaps since it is a lot to fit into a one shot, but please know I am super into the idea and would love to write this request for you!

Edit! First chapter up here and ao3 link here!

#saving your og ask so i can link the fic and all when I am finished writing #but wanted to let you know my initial response now!#also as a goth spooky season started after the fourth of july so i am super into getting some horror in!#lila speaks #dave lizewski #dave lizewski x reader

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97keanu · 6 months

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Dave Lizewski x Vampire!Reader

Premise: Dave finally finds the courage to go to an underground goth bar he found while scouring internet forums on how to pick up a goth girlfriend. What he doesn't realize is he may have found more than what he bargained for.

Tags/CW: nerdy!Dave, loser!Dave, Goth!Reader, Vampire!Reader, blood, drinking blood, bathroom sex, p in v, semi public sex, oral, virgin!Dave, Dom/switch!Reader, Sub!Dave.

Dave has always had a thing for goth girls, he hates to admit how much he wishes he had a one for a girlfriend in particular. He knows he's too nerdy for anyone as dark and suave as he fantasizes for. They would never be attracted to him. It's not like he could bring one back to his room either. Not with the posters of Elvira, Morticia, Raven from Teen Titans, and Abby Sciuto (he only watched NCIS for her.) that hung across his bedroom walls. And if it wasn't for that, the rest of his nerdy figurines and extensive comic book collection was sure to run them off. Dave was way too much of a Certified Virgin, as his friends called him, to pull a goth girl on his own.

So, he decided to try a different method. He searched the internet, his one true social outlet, looking for the most authentic goth bar New York City had to offer. Then he went in search of the best goth clothes he could find without looking like a total poser. He sprang for a thrift store black dress shirt and black skinny jeans. He contemplated whether or not he should ditch the studded belt(he bought it just in case.), and then he delved into goth bands and culture so he would have something to talk about.

That's how he ended up here, at an abandoned church that had had a red and black macabre makeover. Still, even with the pulsing music and plenty of goth men and women to choose from, Dave found himself a wallflower next to a fake, hung up skeleton. He could hardly talk to the skeleton, so he sat there like a dork, phone in his hands, and a sprite in his glass since he was only 18 and he didn't have the balls for a fake I.D.

That was, until, you caught sight of him from across the dancefloor. You with your midnight hair, dramatic make up, and lovely black lips. You smelled Dave's delicious blood as soon as you walked in. Now all you needed to do was reel him in. You danced hypnotically through the crowd, and soon enough, Dave glanced up and caught sight of you. Of course he laughed nervously to himself when you caught his gaze, and you could tell by his thought of "Did she really just look at me?" that he would be an easy prey. You could also tell by his basic "goth" attire he wasn't a regular. You were intrigued by such a nerdy little human...

You work your way closer, and Dave shifts nervously, unable to get his mind working for what he's supposed to do. He takes in your gorgeous body, your corsetted waist making your hips look so tantalizing, your hands moving to the music, bell sleeves whipping slowly with them. What made Dave shiver was your red contacts and pearly fangs. Of course, you were one of those vampire obsessed goths. He had to admit, that was a fantasy that turned him on most. He knew it would never be real, but even the idea of roleplaying with someone about his vampire fantasy had his cock aching. Still, he had never seen someone with such a convincing costume.

Before he could question it more, you were already before him, taking his sprite and setting it on a nearby ledge.

"Hey cutie, let's dance!" You smile, and your fangs glint in the flashing lights. You know this boy will never guess that they're actually real, and somehow that makes it so much better.

"R-really?" Dave can barely utter back before you're nodding and pulling him into the crowd.

The speakers blare Depeche Mode and for a second Dave wonders if it's you that's his "Own Personal Jesus". You truly came from nowhere, like an angel in black, and saved this night from being the most pathetic, stupid thing he's done to try to get a date. You can feel the relief wash over him as you find a spot where you two can really dance.

The music guides you, and Dave tries to keep up, his hands never knowing where to go. You place them firmly on your hips and wait for him to glide them where he sees fit, and you have to laugh a little when he nervously waits, a smile that's wholly pleased and confused on his face. You move his hands once again, letting them glide over black velvet and lace slowly until he has a hand full of your ass. Now, he can't help but squeeze, his mind reeling from the fact that he's touching such a lovely creature of the night and her soft, plump ass.

After that, Dave gets the memo, taking you grinding into his cock in stride, his care about other people fading as the dance floor becomes just you and him. The dark lighting and crowd made it so easy for him to let loose, and soon enough he's taking his hands to places he never thought he would get with a girl.

He's blushing so hard, but his grin and the adrenaline are taking over. For once, he's actually starting to feel like he fits in somewhere. Maybe goths do have the right idea...

You, on the other hand, can hear all his horny thoughts about you. You love how much he desires you, and you think it's cute how badly he wishes he could bend you over and fuck you right here. You also hear how much he feels like he truly fits in, and for a moment, you feel bad that a part of you just wants his blood.

You continue dancing and hearing his thoughts, and you decide that if you're going to satisfy your own hunger tonight, you might as well satisfy a part of Dave's hunger as well. Besides, it's not like you just picked him because he smelled so tasty. You really did have a thing for nerdy boys, and based on how hard he is in those black skinny jeans, you think he'll satisfy you more than enough.

You turn to him, your red eyes gleaming and soft.

"I want you." You say plainly, and Dave doesn't even realize you used your vampiric powers so that he could hear you so clearly in his head.

All Dave can do is nod along, helpless to your temptation. You're surprised you didn't even have to use any mind tricks to get him to go with you. He's so horny and helpless to a woman like you, that he happily comes when you tell him to follow.

This church is your typical hunting grounds, so you know exactly where to take him. You leave the sweaty, writhing crowd and head to a more private, single stall bathroom. Dave looks at you with puppy love eyes, and you feel that pang of guilt once more. You lead him inside, locking the two of you in, the yellow fluorescents not doing much to hide who you truly are.

Dave is just so happy a girl would give him any attention that he's more than willing to be here with you. The music is muffled by the walls of the bathroom, so you lean in and whisper.

"I want you to fuck me, Dave..." He looks at you with a soft smile, but a confused brow.

"How did you know my name was Dave?" Ah, you forgot you had gotten that tidbit out of his head.

No matter, your hands run down the buttons of his shirt, and you smile softly.

"You told me, remember?" And suddenly, even though Dave truly does not remember, he doesn't care.

He doesn't care because a sexy girl is slowly unbuttoning his shirt and allowing him to keep his hands gripped to her ass. You could have told him his name was anything and he would have agreed, he wants you that badly.

You undo his shirt, surprised to find a well defined body under there. He may be nerdy, but it seems like he's done some working out at least. You trail a red tipped nail down his chest until you meet his pants, pulling teasingly on the waist band with a smile.

"W-wait..." Dave says and you look up, curious.

"I just um..." He starts, and moves his glasses nervously. "This is my uh, first time and I guess I just had certain ideas about what would h-happen..."

You nod, listening, and you're surprised by yourself. You really must kind of like this nerd. Usually you would already be halfway done with dinner, but for some reason, tonight you decide to take your time.

"And how would you like to start...?" You say, softly playing with one of his curls, looking at him with understanding.

"I um...I always imagined that I would..." You see the idea in his mind before he says it and smile. "I would take care of you first..."

You're starting to really like this guy. The fact that he's not even worried about where or how it happens, just that he gets you off first has your pussy throbbing.

"We can make that happen." You pull him seductively over to the counter by the sink, hopping on and pulling him down to his knees. He is more than happy to do so, and you pull your skirt up to reveal your lack of panties. Dave let's out a nervous breath.

"Oh w-wow..." He pushes his glasses back up once more. "You came prepared..."

"Mhm..." You sigh out, looking at him with an eyebrow raised, as if to say, "Yes and?".

He's wanted this for so long, studied so hard on forums online for how to properly eat a girl out, and now here's his big shot, with only thee hottest girl in this club. Shit...He better do a good job.

He wastes no more time, pulling you close and letting you put your legs over his shoulders. You happily welcome that mess of curls between your legs, and Dave has you perfectly propped on the corner of the counter. He is already being overtaken by how badly he wants to please you, his tongue getting to work on your pussy.

He starts by lapping up all of it greedily, and to your surprise, not for the first time this night, he's actually really good at it. Maybe you will keep him around for a bit longer...

He plays with you, sucking and teasing before finally getting fed up with his foggy glasses and tossing them on the counter. Now, to get to the real work.

He slowly begins to place two fingers inside of you, and you are more than ready. You're already wetter than you thought you would be, and you begin to wonder who's seducing who. It makes it all the better that you can hear and sense how horny Dave is for this, he is already so drunk off your pussy, tasting every bit of you and fucking you just right with his fingers. For a virgin, he's so good at this.

You take a handful of his curls and pull him in deeper. He moans into you, more than happy to let you take control and use him up. He sucks on your clit, driving you mad with attention there, and hitting that perfect spot inside you with his fingers. Fuck...you might just cum that quickly. How did this dork make you this horny so soon...?

You go with it, feeling yourself clench around his fingers, looking down and seeing those lovely, desperate blue eyes looking up at you. You love how badly he wants this, and you feel so close already.

"Please..." He whispers between breathes and licks. "Cum on my face..."

The fact that he's asking for it sends shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself unwinding. You pull him in deeply, finishing and shaking with Dave between your thighs. You can hardly stop your legs from closing on his head he makes you cum so hard.

And when you're done, you slowly let him up, his mouth wet from you, his eyes dazed and happy. You look down and see how hard his cock is struggling against those jeans and smile.

"Fuck me, I need your cock inside of me, now..." You command him softly, knowing you only need to ask.

Dave happily unbuttons his jeans, pulling his cock out and leaving the rest on. He gives himself a few pumps just to test, but he's already so fucking hard. His mind feels like melting when he thinks about how good his cock will feel inside of you. He doesn't go right for it, no.

He kisses you. And you're surprised by how badly he wants more than just a fuck. You can hear his thoughts, and can tell how much he needed this, this connection. He slips in tongue in your mouth while you pull him close enough to slip his cock in your cunt. He breathes out a shaky breath, taking it slow. He's already so overstimulated he thinks he may cum just from putting it in.

Dave let's his cock rest so deeply inside you, filling you to the brim. You find yourself moaning into his mouth, his tongue sliding over one of your fangs. He pulls back, looking at you for a moment. "Were those really that sharp?" He thinks, and you pull him back in, before he can think on it too deeply.

He goes with it, taking your kiss and letting you run them down his neck. As you begin to suck there playfully, he groans from how good it feels. He slowly begins to pump his cock inside of you, testing how much he can take so he doesn't blow his load too quickly. He breathes out shallow, heavy breaths from how much he wants to bury his cock in you and fill you up. His brow scrunches up as he wills himself to last longer, and you shutter from how full he's making you.

You almost forget what you're actually here to do. As he continues, and begins to get so close he can barely take it, you decide then to sink your fangs into his neck. Dave cries out, both from the pleasure and pain, and he can't help but buck into you hard, going deeper than you even thought possible, filling you up with his hot, sticky cum.

You drink deeply, and Dave feels as if he can't stop cumming. The bite is so delicious for you both, and he makes no moves to stop you. Instead, he finds himself holding you closer, wanting you deeper and to be deeper in you. It feels so good he doesn't notice when he starts to get light headed.

But you do. And you have to force yourself to pull your fangs from his neck, lapping at the wound until it heals.

"What...what did you do to me..." Dave says, sleepily.

"Here..." You bite your own wrist, blood dripping down slowly.

"What...?" Dave is confused, but not protesting. You give him a look, and he opens his mouth. He figures this must just be apart of goth culture he didn't read about.

He takes your blood in stride, sucking until you tell him to stop. And even after, he wants more.

"What...are you...?" He says, his face relaxed and his eyes heavy with afterglow.

"I think you know." And he does. He nods, and you help him get cleaned up.

"What do we do now?" He asks so sweetly when you're finished. And you already know that you've decided it.

You want him, and he is now yours. You explain it to him. You will let him go about his daily life, but when he feels the call of your blood inside of him, then he must come and let you feed like tonight. In return, of course, you let him know that you will let him fuck you as much as he desires. Dave is more than happy about that arrangement, a heavy after-sex grin on his face. You're happy to have a steady meal that you don't hate and a fat cock to sit on when you feel like it. What a cute blood doll you've acquired...

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