a/n: yessssss, i’ve got some wip’s for him so don’t worry about not getting fed lol, but i didn’t think of this one yet so thank u!
cw: David Mccall, yandere/obsessive behavior, jealousy (obvi), stalking, controlling behavior, manipulation, implying incest (not happening, he just crazy).
theres no way he wouldn’t be jealous over the most normal and platonic shit, you hug a friend or even a family member… he’s annoyed, blood boiling, but he doesn’t let it show, he has a pleasant smile on his face and cold eyes on the subject that is touching you.
would be the obnoxious guy who’d start dramatically make out with you if a guy started flirting with you, just to make the guy uncomfortable enough to leave.
you wouldn’t even have to do ANYTHING to make him jealous, since he’s the guy who’s jealous if you’re cuddling with a plushie more than him, but he wouldn’t destroy it (even though he REALLY wants to) because he knows it’d only upset you.
has punched multiple guys in front of you when he couldn’t keep cool, guys blatantly flirting with you in front of him (or at least that how he sees it), he’d explain it away to you with all kinds of excuses, ‘he saw them about to grope you’, ‘he heard them say something disgusting that you didn’t’, whatever.
of course he gaslights you to hell every time you get upset about his behavior, “what do you mean? i was only protecting your peace” he’d say, “you don’t understand how guys think, he was only acting like that to get in your pants, baby”, making u feel insane for being upset by him ‘defending’ you.
he’s totally tracking you 24/7, be it himself following you around, or one of his ‘friends’ when he’s occupied, to report back to him on everything they see you do.
if you gave one of your friends a birthday present he’d be jealous, y’all already know, “i can’t give people gifts?? that’s crazy!”, “why would you want to give someone else your attention, baby? it might give them the wrong idea” he’d guilt you, making you think that you’re leading people on by just being nice.
disgustingly enough, he’d also be jealous if you were close to your siblings (if you have any), would convince himself that your sibling is trying to take you away from him, maybe even be in love with you, ya know like a freak, it’s obviously not true, but he’s so delusional that he’d 100% believes it.
if someone kept seeking you out, not taking the hint that your taken, he’d give them a little personal ‘visit’, following them around for a day for the right opportunity to jump them, beating them halfway to death, threatening them “if you as much as look at them, i’ll fine you and i’ll make you and everyone you ever have held dear disappear”.
all the while he’d still be sweet to you, never yelling at you or blaming you for his jealousy, so you never really thought of it as too much of an issue as he seemingly got better, holding back his anger and not punching random guys (that you know of), so you stay with him happily, not noticing the specs of blood on his sleeves after his late night walks.
Well now that we've seen what they're like in terms of last names how are each of the boys gonna do with the wedding planning?
Billy Loomis - Billy is a Bridezilla. You wouldn’t expect it—hell, he didn’t expect it. The reality of the situation remains unchanged. Every detail has to be correct. Has to be perfect, actually. The wedding is the bedrock for the rest of your lives together. It can’t be shabby, thrown together like a plate of leftovers and afterthought. The failure of his parents’ marriage hangs over the entire affair like some poltergeist of doom that will only be appeased by picking a tastefully decorated wedding cake and deciding whether to splurge on an open bar. The way Billy self soothes is through utter control over a situation, and weddings are prone to mishaps. To Billy, these mishaps are catastrophes, and someone has to pay for them. Remind him what this is all really about: the two of you, and the love you have for each other. If you don’t, there’ll be a string of dead florists and caterers.
David McCall - David works his ass off to give you the perfect wedding. Whatever you want no matter how outlandish, he'll find a way to get it for you. You want to work with one particular wedding planner but she's completely booked up for the year? Something will mysteriously happen to one of her clients—and oh look at that, guess she has some availability now. You want a ridiculously expensive fondue nightmare of a cake? David will work overtime to afford it. David wants what you want. All your ideas sound perfect to him. He mostly thinks it's his job to provide the means for your vision—not to supply any vision of his own. But if you really push for his opinion about colors or aesthetics he'll be touched. No one's ever loved him as much as you do. That's why he'd do anything for you, and anything to make sure you get the wedding of your dreams.
Nathan Prescott - You have a small wedding. Some people might not consider it a wedding at all, but the two of you are a little too busy being in love to give a shit. Your engagement was the blink and miss it kind (a month long, to be exact.) Nathan too prone to over-thinking for anything else. Had you said yes out of obligation? Out of pity? Why would someone like you be with someone like him? A long engagement would have been torture for your poor fiancé. On the day of the ceremony, you woke up early and went to your favorite diner to have breakfast. Between bites of waffle and sips of slightly stale coffee, you passed the same lovesick grin back and forth, the same way you passed the syrup. You helped each other get ready. There was an air of ritual in the careful application of makeup and fidgeting with ornate fabric; and it brought with it a more overwhelming joy than a thousand overly decorated venues could have given you. You stood outside the courthouse, vows said and done, and paperwork signed in bright black ink. Victoria took your pictures. For once, Nathan’s favorites are the ones in color.
Sebastian Valmont - There are expectations that come with being a Valmont. Important business and social relationships that need constant greasing and maintenance, lest they rust and fall away. Your wedding will be the talk of the town, and with any luck; the social event of the year. It’s a balancing act between love, putting on a show, and establishing your place in Sebastian’s world. “Really? Their next opening isn’t for two years? We booked the venue just a few months out. Such a shame.” and “We’re having everything made custom, of course. Only the best for the future Mx. Valmont.” The amount of sneering socialites and coked-out nepo babies that have loudly voiced their opinions on the longevity of your relationship is too great for Sebastian to settle for a quiet, unremarkable affair. Granted, with Sebastian’s checkered past, who could blame them, but this is the perfect opportunity to settle every rumor and wagging tongue. Besides, why shouldn’t the celebration of your relationship be as spectacular as you are? Unlike his father, Sebastian intends to marry only once, so only the best of everything will do. You might feel some apprehension at the scale of it all—but you have nothing to worry about; Sebastian won’t let the affair become so large that it overwhelms you, or becomes more about optics than love.
Josh Washington - From start to finish, this is a bittersweet affair. The ghosts of all the people that should be there, but aren’t, seem more present than ever. Which is saying something—you and Josh live in a perpetual fog of grief. All the love in the world can’t bring back what you’ve lost. What Josh lost. Josh wishes his sisters could help him pick out the ring he finds for you. He closes his eyes and imagines them laughing at him, nudging and tugging him from one case to another. Telling him not to worry. That you’re over the moon about him. Josh thinks he picks the perfect ring, even without their help. He wishes Chris were there to help him set up the proposal. He wishes Jessica and Emily were there to take pictures of the moment you say yes. But none of that can happen. Time machines don’t exist yet, and he can’t go back in time to save all the people he loved, no matter how much he wants to. You and Josh are all that’s left. That’s what pulls him out of the grief. You’re still alive. Still here—still with him, even when it’s hard, but the beautiful part of living is that it gets easier. Joy seeps through the cracks of the grief as the two of you decide on flower arrangements, and color schemes, and cake flavors. Even as you’re painfully aware of all the empty seats that should be full of smiling faces while you say your vows—there’s a future to look forward to. And it’s such a beautiful one.
Stu Macher - Approaches the entire wedding day with a level of nonchalance that will drive you to the brink of sanity. What flowers should we get? Whatever you want, babe. What venue should we try to book? You pick, you’ve got great taste, babe! The entire wedding seems to be up to you in a way that leaves you feeling partner-less. Alone. Doubt creeps in. You wonder if it will always be like this. Things that desperately matter to you not being shot down outright, but shrugged away with a light-hearted grin, and an exclamation of ‘don’t sweat the small stuff’ when you’d be sweating less if he’d just share the burden of giving a shit with you. It’s not even Stu who notices the wedding planning is dragging you down. It’s Billy. You’re sure he didn’t mean to make you sob when he casually asks how the wedding is coming along. But sobbing is what you’ve been reduced to. Stu comes home to find you and Billy sharing a bottle of wine, and flipping through wedding magazines. In one evening, you’d made more choices with his best friend than you’d been able to pull out of Stu over the course of three months. After that, Stu suddenly has all the opinions in the world, and attentively gives them the moment they’re asked for. Prick.
Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - It’s not every day that a pair of superheroes get married. First, there are too few of them to make it a common affair. Second, most of them are too fucked up to do anything with their lives besides what they were trained to do: be the hero. Ben would know. He’s related to most of the fucked up heroes that exist.
Ben wants your wedding to be the only thing anyone can think about. Every interview the two of you do will circle back to upcoming nuptials: “We’re always happy to help make our community a safer place. Almost as happy as we are to be getting married this fall-” He buys a copy of every magazine and newspaper that mentions the engagement (no matter how short or long a mention it is.)
There’s a trophy room in your home that holds mementos of the battles you’ve won together.
You hadn’t known what Ben was doing with all the magazines and news clippings until you go to grab your spare suit and notice the room looks different. A large portion of it dedicated seemingly just to your engagement. You’d never thought of Ben as sentimental, but the champagne bottle he popped when you said yes was sitting like a trophy in a glass case alongside the empty engagement ring box. This room is full of your most courageous triumphs and victories as heroes—and he made space to celebrate the two of as people.
He’s an absolute terror as you plan the wedding. You’ll want to wring his neck more often than you’ll want to kiss him. But after months of enduring his diva-hood, you’ll look around at the dramatic, extravagant wedding he talked you into and wonder what reminders of this day he’ll quietly place in the trophy room.
Jordan Li - Jordan would want something private. Intimate. Vought, caught in the wake of a discrimination scandal and lawsuit, decides that your wedding will be the diversity event of the century. The exact words used in the PR meeting had been: this will be bigger than Pride! You and Jordan sat side by side in silent horror. But contracts are contracts, and Vought contracts are iron-clad, gaping mouths of hunger. The cogs of the machine chew up any scrap of authenticity it can find, and what gets shat out is easily digestible entertainment for the whole family. Still, there are some things you have control over. Vought pushes, but Jordan’s parents aren’t invited (a family torn apart by closed-mindedness gets reunited by a celebration of love! Pretty good story, eh? Eh?!) It makes Jordan sick to see the excitement in your eyes turn to dread. You’re laying in bed, feeling like puppets when Jordan turns to you and asks, “do you want to elope?” The two of you haphazardly throw together a suitcase, feeling rebellious and dizzy from the high of that rebellion. You call your closest friends, and tell them to meet you in Vegas, and don’t care that it’s a cliche. Vought is pissed, of course. For three months, you get every shitty mission they can throw at you. You can’t bring yourselves to care. You’re going on all those shitty missions with the love of your life—who you married the way you wanted to, imperfect and a little drunk, and happy.
Kevin Khatchadourian - Kevin wants a small affair, to say the least. What would be the point of anything else? Weddings are about attention. A desperate need to feel important in an otherwise insignificant life where you might never be the focus of anything at all. The only attention Kevin wants is yours. You should feel the same way. How dying flowers and overpriced plates of allegedly gourmet food will confirm your commitment to one another alludes Kevin. You feeling comfortable enough to even ask him about table arrangements is the true confirmation of his affection and tolerance. He’s left marveling at how much he’s apparently indulged you over the years. Still, it almost feels worth it in the end when he catches a horrified glimpse of his mother right after you say the words I do. As soon as Eva had learned of the engagement, she’d pulled you aside to talk you out of it. Had convinced herself you were not aware of Kevin’s nature, as oblivious to the darkness in her son as the clueless husband who sits beside her, cheering as Kevin leans in to kiss you as your husband for the first time. You’d told her to go fuck herself. Eva watches you make your way down the aisle, hand in hand, wondering how long it will be before she hears you’ve gone missing, or had a mysterious accident that leaves you dead or deformed. She has no clue how close she’d come to death herself, in the wake of her warning (in the wake of her trying to rob Kevin of the one thing that he could hardly admit to caring about)—before you’d seen the look on his face, and begged for her life. Another indulgence. He’ll have to make sure it doesn’t become a habit.
A/N: sparrow!ben bewitched me during this one, and as always stu should be hit with car (i dream of kissing him beneath the moonlight). please enjoy!
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haii p(^-^)q I wanna ask if u can make headcanons of David mccall as the readers boyfriend (from fear 1996)
david mccall (fear 1996) boyfriend headcanons
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it’d definitely be one of those relationships where when everything’s good it’s amazing but when it’s bad it’s literally the worst thing ever.
like he can be so gentle and sweet when he wants to be, and he’s always there for you - physically and otherwise. standing behind you with his hand around your waist or tracing your back, constantly touching you and watching over you.
he’s there to comfort you and look after you every time something goes wrong. you know he’d do anything for you.
but when he’s in a bad mood, it’s the complete opposite. he wants almost nothing to do with you, while simultaneously wanting you to be endlessly available for him.
the relationship would be entirely dependant on his mood.
also i just know that mf just holds your hand tight af, leading you around pulling you whichever way he wants to go.
it's sweet, it reminds you of when you first started dating and he was bringing you flowers and extravagant gifts, making time for you, taking you out on dates.
and he’d be your first everything, he’d have to be, which makes him that much harder to leave.
he’s also a very jealous person (no shit), which he frames as him just being concerned for you. not like you can look out for yourself the way he can. he knows better.
one last thing - he loves having your head on his chest, really anything that makes him feel bigger than you.
(a/n) again - he def has a size kink, i’m calling it rn chat - anyway i could go on forever so i'm calling it quits (for now) c;
reader catching david being violent with someone ᬬ davids other side isn’t as hidden as he thinks ᬬ
your steps slowed when you hear the whimpering. then your brow furrows when you hear the voice. david’s voice. he sounds angry? and why is there someone pleading with david not to hurt them?
you round the corner, coming to a halt at the sight in front of you. david, with his back turned to you, one fist holding a guy a few inches off of the ground by his shirt. the other first, poised in the air, angling to hit the guy.
“you know what’ll happen if you touch her again, right? do i need to remind you? is that bruise not enough, you want more?” david sounded manically. . joyous as he said the words. almost like he said them with a smile on his face that you couldn’t see.
the guy shook his head quickly, his head slightly moving to the side as david’s fist inched closer. “i don’t need your filthy hands touching my girl and tainting her. i oughta cut them off right here,” david lowered his fist to reach into his back pocket.
you quickly called out his name before he could reveal what he was reaching for. both of the boys turned to you. one, relieved to see you, the other, stumped.
david quickly let go of the boy’s shirt, taking a step back like he wasn’t just about to. . severely hurt the guy. he quickly moved his hand from his pocket, tossing an innocent smile your way. “hey, baby. i was just on my way to get you. this guy here,” david gestured to the trembling boy, “looked lost. was just trying to help him out.”
you couldn’t believe the lie that steered so far from what you just witnessed. david furrowed a brow, chest heaving from the anger he felt towards the guy and now seeing you, not sure how much you saw and how you’ll react. “why aren’t you still at school? were you walking home? why would you do that, i said i was getting you. just, just come back to my car. let’s get out of here.” david gestured his head towards where his car was parked.
you slowly shook your head, taking a step back. “i’ll walk. it’s fine.” you spun on your heels, deciding to take a different route. a route that didn’t involve david trying to stop you.
“no. .” you heard from behind you before your arm was snatched back, david pulling you toward him. “no, i’ll drive you. i don’t like you walking, it’s weird people out here. just get in the car.”
you turned your head towards david, movement behind him catching your eye. you looked over his shoulder to see the guy david was threatening, putting a phone up to his ear, nodding at you.
you swallowed, nervously looking back to david. “he’s calling the cops.” you whispered. david scrunched his face, looking back to the guy and letting go of you to rush over to him. you took that moment to run off.
david turned in time to see you fleeing the scene. he huffed out a breath, turning to the guy. he silently grabbed the phone, throwing it to the ground, and crushing it. “she just needs some time to herself. it’s fine. i’m not pressuring her. nothing is wrong.” he told the guy, or more so himself, then got into his car.
he drove to his place, actually giving you some time to yourself. after spending some time worrying his head about you, he decided to call. when you didn’t answer, he tried again. then again. were you ignoring him? david was quick to leave out again, driving to your place.
once he pulled up, he grabbed the spare key he had made from underneath the plant that sat outside of your front door. letting himself in, he wandered around looking for you.
spotting you in your room, david was methodical to sneak up behind you, grabbing you in a hold that you couldn’t escape from. you yelped out, david shushing you. “it’s just me. it’s just me. you weren’t responding to me and i got worried.” david spun you around in his arms. you peered up at him, not knowing what to say. first, he threatens a guy for touching you, which you don’t really remember, then gets into your house when the door was locked.
“i just. . i felt like walking. and you looked busy. .” you tried to explain. david smiled down at you. he shrugged. “wasn’t busy. i told you, he was lost. and i offered to drive you, you know i wasn’t busy. why’d you really walk off? why’d you ignore my calls? i told you what happened, why are you acting scared of me?” david rambled on, getting more aggressive after each sentence.
“david, i think you know why. .” you tried to slip from his arms. he was quick to tighten his grip though, pulling a confused face. “no, i don’t. i think you’re confused. you think you saw something that you didn’t. it’s fine. you know i wouldn’t hurt anyone. and i definitely wouldn’t hurt you. i just have to let people know sometimes. . that you’re off limits. i have to gently remind them, it’s nothing wrong with that.” david smiled softly again.
you nodded along, too scared to disagree or continue to try to make your point. you leaned forward into david for a hug, him immediately embracing you and sighing out at the touch of you. while he was distracted, you quickly reached into his back pocket, pulling out whatever he was reaching for earlier. when your hand returned with a switchblade in it, you simply gasped as you stared at it.
david was quick to snatch it back. “don’t touch that. you’ll hurt yourself.” he placed it back in his pocket.
with his arms free from around you, you took multiple steps back. “david, you were going to. . cut him? stab him? you threatened him with a knife.” your voice raised.
david shook his head at you, coming closer to kneel in front of you, grasping your arms and peering up at you. “i told you, i have to remind people. this guy just had to be reminded. . differently. he wasn’t listening. you understand that, right? you understand i can’t let people hurt you. you want to be with me, right? you want me to keep you safe? that’s how i do it. you can’t be mad at me for that. you can’t ignore me for that.” david sneered.
you slowly nodded as david rose to his full height. “yeah? you believe me? you done thinking those crazy thoughts?” he chuckled.
“yeah. . yeah, i’m sorry.” you whispered. what could you even say? he was proving to be a caring, protective boyfriend. why wouldn’t you appreciate him?
david smirked at you. “it’s alright, don’t apologize. just don’t ignore me again, okay?” the light smirk fell from his face. “i mean it, don’t do that to me again.”
let me in, baby ⊹ david mccall, fear female! reader. he has a deep obsession with you, manipulative, and protective. kissing. violence. pantie stealer. eating cunt.
david mccall who’s so sweet to your parents. so sweet, they believe he wouldn’t hurt a fly.
david mccall who says “no, ma’am” and “yes, sir” to your parents with the smallest smile that barely shows teeth.
david mccall who buys you a necklace with his initials on it for your birthday and some pretty flowers.
david mccall who lets you play any song in his car you want.
﹢ who’ll watch you smile while you sing in his passenger seat, with only obsession in his eyes.
david mccall who doesn’t kiss you on your lips in front of your parents trying to give them the illusion that you’re still their sweet little girl.
david mccall who walks you to and from class at the university. walks you to his car too.
david mccall who keeps a hand on you at all times. arm around your shoulder, around your waist, whatever it doesn’t matter to him.
david mccall who’s definitely the type to lead you through a busy crowd by hand.
david mccall who hears girls whisper about how hot he is all the time.
﹢ who ignores those same girls when they try to twist their hair and smile up at him for his number. him looking down at them with disgust.
david mccall who likes how naïve you are to his psychotic tendencies.
david mccall who loses sleep when you’re mad at him. shrugs off his friends, barely eats. does anything to make you forgive me— anything.
david mccall who doesn’t mind guy friends as long as they don’t interfere with your relationship with him or hug you or try to talk you out of the relationship with him.
david mccall who you brag about to your friends. bragging about how good he treats you and how well he fucks you.
david mccall who kisses you with hunger on the brain. both your tongues sticky with each other’s saliva.
david mccall who steals panties from you every time you have sex. doesn’t do anything with them after, just likes keeping them as souvenirs.
david mccall who eats your cunt until your crying.
﹢ tears running down your cheek, legs trying to close around his head but his strong arms are keeping them open. watching you cry and feel you squirm with hungry eyes.
david mccall who doesn’t mind killing the guy who’s been begging for your number for the last month.
david mccall who dreams about fucking you in the back of his car. not caring who hears or sees.
david mccall who tells you he loves you when he’s balls deep inside. hand on your face, looking into your eyes as he rolls his hips into yours to feel your warm cunt clench around him.
david mccall who can’t live without the taste of you on his tongue- he won’t.
Your work is just perfection chefs kiss you're the reason I got into the community to begin with. If you can could you perhaps wright a part 2 for David Mccal please that includes smut please😆?! Your work makes me super happy so thank you soon much.😘
David Mccall with dominant Male S/o
(Pt 2)
click here for pt 1
Backstory: Growing closer, you just realize how sinister and obsessed David is with you.
Warning: Smut + Worshiping (David likes to worship you etc)
David had made sure to be in your life as much as possible, it was clear he was possessive and hated when others tried to get romantically inclined with you.
Currently, you were at Davids's house, (A house he shared with his weird ass friends) You actually had spotted David through the window, decided to knock on the door, and wait for David.
David had instantly brightened up at your arrival. "[Name] I'm so, glad, you're here, I missed you!" David said pulling your much taller frame into a hug.
David was typically this clingy and strange towards you, with his weird friends he always acted stoic and indifferent. David was indeed strange.
"Yeah, I missed you too." You muttered it's actually only been around 2 hours with you too apart from each other, but sometimes it's actually strange not having David stick to your side like glue.
But something strange has been happening recently, all your own male friends have actually been disappearing, even your sisters Nicole's friend Gary, ended up, going missing, just because you were only on friendly terms with him.
You could only assume it was David, you knew he was actually weirdly obsessed with you, he even got a tattoo of your name on his chest, not too big though.
"Let's go to my room." David had said with a gentle smile, his eyes coldly tilting to his weird friends that he shared a house with, most of them were criminals and such.
You simply nodded as David held your hand and went up the stairs, the house was rather trashed with graffiti and stuff, but the door to David's room actually looked nice.
Just as the inside. "Surprised?" David asked, showing off his actually well-kept room, but what rather distributed you the most was the giant picture of you, with what seems to be a makeshift shrine or something..
It was confirmed by David was fucking crazy for you. And you definitely didn't want to know what was in the box just below the makeshift shrine.
David was already taking off his shirt, showing off his lean body. Slowly, giving a smile. "I just can't help it [Name]..." David slowly stated, his voice cold, "I just love you too much to not worship you." David whispered seductively going in closer, as he raised his head to look up at you, his lips smashing against yours.
His movements were precise, David had gotten you hard in no time, David was also completely rock solid, his lips churning as he took your clothes off, to reveal your own body. "So fucking perfect." David had stated as he started kissing down your chest, over to your pecs, and finally to your stomach. "Amazing,--fuck.." David's whispers of praise continued.
David's kisses trailed all the way to your cock, which was being eagerly stroked. Soon after David couldn't resist, and ran over to his bedside table and grabbed the lube.
"I just, need you inside me." He growled out, as you watched him quickly return back over, and lube up your cock. "Sit down." He said with a grin, you complied taking a seat on his bed, as David positioned himself onto your lap.
His puckering hole, slowly diving down on your cock. "Mm." You muttered out a small groan, as David's enlightened heat enclosed onto your rod.
David took in a deep breath, as he descended himself fully onto your cock, as you were balls deep inside David. His hands were a bit shaky so he rested them on your thigh, as he slowly began to ride. This gave you a perfect view of David's hole devouring your entire length in all its monstrous size.
"Ohh~--I can feel you plunge into me every time I move like-" Instead of speaking any further, David sped up his riding pase, his hole tightening each time around you.
the entire room was filled with the skin-slapping of David's intense riding. David's hole was noisy and messy around your shaft. David had suddenly increased harder, basically impaling himself onto your cock, David's movements slowed a bit as he came all over his chest, his puckering hole spazzing around your cock tightly, sucking you in deep, as he slowly rode.
After a while, David had calmed down from his high, and resumed his bouncing, feeling your cock twitch only made David more excited, as he threw his head back. "Yes, yes--oh fuck--that's right! Fuck all your semen into meee---" David cried out, as suddenly you splurged right inside his hole, David's body shook from pure delight as he purposely tightened his hole to keep in all of your cum.
