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Take Me Down To The River † James Hetfield (16+)

Part One of Two

Mentions/Warnings: smalltown!james, smalltown!reader, angst, hurt and comfort, exes to lovers, suggestive content

Cicadas croon in a repetitive notion as you slowly make your way down the seemingly never-ending road and pathway, the tattered and overworn lace on the bottom of your dress caressing itself against the tops of your boots with every step you trudge forward. The sky is gray and an offset blue, yet heat still permeates itself through the thickened clouds as music eventually begins to make itself known within the distance between you and the familiar looking, abandoned church ahead. Cars line themselves in hazardous and haphazard lines on each side of the jagged and uneven damp dirt road, and irritation starts to sear in your stomach as loud voices and engines begin to surround you.

You halt mid step and contemplate turning around and creating a false excuse as to why you were unable to show up to the party on your way back home, before you flinch back at the sound of a truck barreling its way down the pathway you're currently stood on, and as dark and browned water spatters itself against the now ruined bottom half of your dress. The muddied liquid immediately absorbs itself within the cotton of your outfit, and a grimace paints your already downtrodden features as the material latches itself onto your newly soaked skin. You look down in numbed disbelief as droplets collect themselves in the hem and then pummel downward, and you're hardly able to fully lift your head up again before a voice is yelling out and at you.

"Holy shit, I swear I didn't see you there," an oddly sounding familiar voice cries, and brakes are soon squeaked to a stop soon after, the high pitch constriction sounding the complete opposite of the slow music echoing itself down the road. Blonde and disarrayed strands of mane cover the left side of the man's face, and your heart stutters in your chest as the muddled air brushes it away to show the features underneath. James pauses in the middle of opening his door, and only comes out of his stupor when someone else in the car shoves him forward. He's barely able to catch his weight on his forearm resting in the created opening of the window's edge, and his own face twists in disgust as his left shoe makes contact with the soot textured filth he covered the bottom half of you with. "Are you alright?"

The second the question is verbalized, he's shaking his head at his own inquisition, and his lips move inward as you take a step backward and go to walk towards the small opening in between the rows of cars. "Wait!" He requests, yet you sift your fingers down the fabric and bunch it up instead, before lifting your other weighed down boot and continuing your half blind travel. The sun is now pivoting behind the earlier clouds, and you ignore the unyielding calls behind you as you attempt to find the source of running water you remember visiting only a few years ago. There's a halted moment and a pause within James calling out to you, and you suck in a deep breath of relief, just as a warm hand encircles itself around your right forearm. Your body's first instinct is to flinch away, even as the cool and familiar temperature of his rings press themselves against your bare skin and silently beckon you in.

"I didn't know you were back in town," the slight stammer in his now deeper tone softens your hardened shell, even as you tense under his hold, and as his grip loosens once he notices your demeanor. The dual sound of your guys' shoes and boots squelching as they imprint themselves in the mud is the only consistent cadence, before the cicadas round again, and as his fingers absentmindedly run their pads down your goosebump ridden flesh. Your fists clench themselves in the material of your dress as he retracts his hold from around your lower arm, and you force yourself to look forward as he clears his throat. "I'm really sorry, if I had known it was you, I would have slowed down."

Your lips raise on their own accord, despite the awkwardness and tension in the air, and you can feel James' eyes rest on you as your shoulders shake with your uncontained laughter. "And if it wasn't?" You edge, your knuckles relaxing against the wet cotton, the dress's material sliding back down to cover the rest of your legs as you catch sight of the river to your left. James allows himself to fully catch up with your own steps, and you subconsciously lean into his warmth as his clothed shoulder brushes and caresses itself on your own bare one. The smile in his voice when he answers is obvious, and if you'd allow yourself to relax any further, it'd almost feel like you two are eighteen again. Meeting up for a date by the river, or for a moment of silence, while your mutual friends raise hell not so far behind.

"I'd speed up and get even closer," he instigates, his smile turning into a smug grin when you look over at him in amused shock, your features brighter and livelier than a few minutes prior. "It's common sense and knowledge around here to walk in the grass anyway, most locals know that," his left elbow bends and purposefully collides with yours, both of your guys' smiles mellowing after he finishes his sentence. "Even if they've been gone for a while."

You're saved from answering as you pivot and carefully inch yourself towards the edge of the side of the river, the mud covering the bottom of your boots aiding you as you squat down to level yourself with the flowing water. James keeps himself a step behind you, and without even having to look back, you already know that he's got both of his hands positioned to catch you in case you fall. You place your dampened palms on the rocks and rest your backside against the cool surface, a shiver wracking up your spine as you place your lower limbs into the current. Hurried waves of excited and once still water wash ashore on the worn leather of your boots and stained dress, and you watch as both of your reflections look back at each other in the darkened liquid.

"It's been two years," you remind him, your breath leaving you in a shuttered exhale, and you wet your lips as you watch his features withdraw and close up. "You chose what you wanted to do, and I chose as well, I suppose. I'm not upset about it anymore." The tightness in your chest constricts as renewed guilt reawakens on his face, and you situate your eyes on the other side of the river, instead of having to see him relive the last day you two spoke to each other.

"You didn't abandon me, regardless of all of the fucked up things I said back then," James iterates, finally fully meeting you at the edge, and the large rock beneath you two shifts, before it recenters and seeps back into the soil. His left hand rests right next to your right, and you coerce and stop your fingers from spreading in a blind search of his own. "You did the right thing for yourself back then, and I did too." You twist around to try and look back for the truck he had driven in with, but it was too far back and blanketed within the others.

"Found the rest of your band members, huh?" You search gently, and hum around a renewed smile as you see him nod in your peripheral. The coil unravels in your chest, and for the first time since you've seen him again, it nearly feels easy to breathe. A ripple of cool water lifts the bottom of your dress from the tops of your boots, and you peer down as it naturally folds and rests on the middle of your shins. You brave yourself enough to look over at him, and the breath halfway exited from your chest halts, as your irises immediately find and latch onto his. "I knew you would." You breathe, you voice barely audible over the rush of water, the background music and cicadas, and the erratic beating of your own heart. It's pathetic how something as simple as a reciprocated look from your first love can have the last few years apart, feel like only seconds.

You swallow thickly and press your tongue to the roof of your mouth as his blue eyes track the movement, your fingertips pulsing against the cold stone beneath the two of you, as you cautiously wait for his next move. Expecting him to be as impulsive as much as he is shy has you tensing, and your spine relaxes as he instead looks away and inches forward. Reddened and calloused hands reach forward to gather the material of your dress, and you raise your legs in front of you for better access. The residual water he wrings out the cotton sounds like temporary pouring rain, and you can't help but shudder as he curves a roughened palm around your right calf to tug you in closer. His fingertips coalesce to scrub out some of the mud spatter and browned water, and you purse your lips together in an attempt to hold back a titter of laughter as it just makes it worse, the river's water doing nothing but softening whatever had hardened on the travel over.

"It's alright," you try to placate, your voice sounding tight as you try to swallow down your own mirth at the situation, it becoming harder to do so as he rubs the material back and forth together with annoyed vigor. You see his hands beginning to turn a light hue of purple, and you hastily bend forward to take his own in yours. "It's okay, James, it's only a dress." Your words are ignored as he continues under your hold, and you're only able to gather his full attention once you grab ahold of both of his wrists. You bend your knees and rest your now completely soaked boots on top of the rock beneath you two, and James follows as you beckon him to fully sit back down next to you.

"I can buy you a new one, or I can take it to the dry cleaners. I promise you; I'll figure something out this time." His words seem hushed and hurried, and you absentmindedly rub your thumbs against his pulse points, feeling his blood pumping anxiously underneath your digits. You tug on his unsteady hands and lay them on your right thigh, and send him a gentle look when he rests his unfocused gaze onto you.

"There's nothing to figure out, because everything is fine. See," you purposefully trail your eyes down the expanse of your body, and you make sure that he follows suit. His eyebrows furrow when you two get down to your boots, but he's already quickly relaxing into your hold. "I'm right here, we're both in one piece. We're all good to go."

He tsks and shakes his head to himself, before following your earlier movements by looking behind you both, seemingly trying to find his truck throughout the others. "I've got a spare outfit or two in the truck's backseat," he offers, and he's up onto his feet before you can fully digest his words, gently twisting his wrists out of your hold, only to mold his own hands against yours and squat down in front of you. "I said I'll figure something out this time, and I meant it. I may have broken both of our hearts and nearly drowned you in mud, but I can at least offer you a shirt that hasn't been cleaned in the past three days." He's got a familiar looking playful and hopeful gleam in his eyes in response to your own wry look, and you know it's best to follow him instead of trying to fight back and disagree, so you place the heels of your feet underneath you and allow him to bear the rest of your weight.

You hold back any reaction to the wet gush of water that covers your toes once you're fully stood back up, and you give yourself permission to hold onto the hands you've tried to convince yourself you haven't missed. You walk behind him through the tight rows of cluttered cars and trucks, and try not to reminisce on the times you two were in a similar position. Just having gotten out of the swimming pool back in senior year, with a wide smile on your face, and you lifting yourself up onto the tips of your toes to press the physical representation of your happiness into the middle of his shoulder blades.

The only sources of light down the long road and pathway are from headlights that were left on, and from taper candles that were brought earlier on from the actual party throwers. The tinged and artificial yellow light gives off a warmer atmosphere as you two shuffle yourself free from the onslaught of vehicles and back onto the slab of dirt, and you feel James let out a hefty sigh once you two do. You carefully untangle a hand from his and move forward to stand beside him, your relief becoming palpable as the red truck that must be his comes into immediate view. He's reaching forward into the truck with its window still down and pushing it open from the inside, before twisting the high beams off and motioning you to head inside first. You pause once you're able to stabilize yourself on your knees on the large front seat, and kick off your boots before you fully get into the truck. James is repeating the motion and barely has his door fully closed, before he's got a forearm and bicep disappearing in the direction of the backseat.

Your lips nearly split with the size of your disbelief ladened smile, as a shirt you once gifted him is tugged free from a messy pile. Red and black overworn and stretched out cotton is strewn onto and over your lap, and you clutch onto it as you try to figure out his expression. James stares forward as you slowly and carefully lift your hips up to tug the sticking material from your still dampened skin, and you hold back a shiver as you free your bottom half. You can see in the yellowed light from the other cars multiple feet away from his that his hands are gripping the steering wheel, and his teeth are pressing themselves into his bottom lip, worrying the natural swell. You tug the remainder of the dress off of you and drag the shirt and his scent over your mussed hair and head, and slowly lower yourself to lay back against the tinted leather.

By the time you've got your dress half folded up and resting near your bare feet, James is loosening the hold he has on the steering wheel and turning his head to look in your direction. You tug at the collar of the obviously worn and stressed shirt. "You kept this," you unhelpfully point out, and your breath hitches as you catch the familiar glint of metal on the keychain attached to the keys that were left in the ignition. "And you also kept the gift that I got you for our one-year anniversary."

"What about it?" He grates, his tone aggressive, yet saddened. James' hand lowers to almost protectively touch the keychain, as if he's reminding himself that it's still there. You push yourself up into a fully sitting position, uncaring as the material of the shirt lifts to rest on your upper thighs, as you begin to feel frustrated as well.

"The night I came and told you about me getting accepted into a college out of state, the first words out of your mouth were just take it and go, leave me already. That our relationship was essentially bullshit, and that neither one of us should hold each other back," you're unable to hold your emotions at bay, your tone becoming weaker. Tears burn and make themselves known at the precipice of your waterlines, and James stares at you helplessly as they begin to make their way down your reddened cheeks. "You broke up with me the week after you thanked me for always being by your side, and right after you got news of Cliff wanting to join the band. We celebrated the night before, and we made plans. To travel together and figure our shit out on our own time. That the timeline of things didn't matter, as long as we have each other."

James reaches out to take ahold of your hand, and you edge them further back, averting your eyes to not have to see his reaction to your rejection. You hear a broken exhale, and then the faint sound of something dripping onto leather. The hand James originally reached out to you with is raised temporarily, and then brought back down, now wet with tears. "You don't understand," he begins, the earlier strength and sureness behind his tone now nonexistent. "You were the only person there for me for years, and then an opportunity of a lifetime was offered to you, and I couldn't have let you miss out on that. I know you, and I know that if I had asked you to stay closer or wait another year on your dreams for me, you would have," you look up at him to intercept and disagree, but you hold yourself back when you see the expression on his face. "You gave up so much for me within the years we were together, and even before then. The least I could've done then, was give up the fear of holding you back."

"We could have made it work; we could have figured something out." You try to reason, but let go of trying to rationalize it all when you finally have him in front of you to explain. You reach out this time, and instead of being rejected like you did with him earlier, he meets you halfway. The air pillowing in from the rolled down window smells like moss and post rain shower, the light is artificial and it's getting darker as each minute passes by, but you're here together. And with the first swipe of his thumb across the second knuckle of your left forefinger, you're moving in closer. Your bare knees make brushing contact with his right thigh, and his free hand intertwines itself with the material of his shirt.

"As soon as you left, I ran headfirst into finding the rest of the members of the band. Lars and I almost lost our minds with it, and I needed the distraction. We went days without telephones and nearly without food. Even if we could've tried to make it work, we wouldn't have been how we were," he traces the faded and ripped lettering and guides his fingertips up to the collar, before using it as leverage to usher you forward until you're both only centimeters apart. His exhale becomes your inhale, and as you blink, you can feel as your eyelashes skim and make brief contact with his cheekbone. "I think I needed to lose you, to figure out what shit really matters."

Hope blooms in your chest. And despite being partially freezing cold, terrified of making the wrong move, overstepping and then getting out of the truck alone, being in such a close proximity to him brings you so much comfort and warmth. "And what shit really matters?" You ask, tilting your head up with a nod, and fighting back the urge to close your eyes as your lips brush against his. You can sense and feel his answering grin without even having to glance down. And for the first time in two years, and instead of being kissed goodbye, you're being welcomed back in.

"You matter." Is murmured within a gasp, and you're unable to process anything but the touch of him again. Each brush of lips and the teasing swipe of tongue has you letting go of his hand and instead freeing your own to grip onto the handle of the driver's side door, only to use it as leverage to climb onto his lap. His hands are on you instantly, easily finding their way underneath his gifted shirt to dig his fingertips into your heated up flesh, his palm making direct and firm contact with your spine to push you even closer up against him.

You have to lean back and disconnect your guys' lips to suck in a much needed inhalation of breath, and James takes advantage of your newly exposed skin once you do. His tongue lengthens itself down and leaves trails of saliva and marks in its wake, and by the time he's got you littered in marks and nearly rutting against his lap, he's pleading with you. "Tell me you're going to stay."

You raise your hand to reach up and grasp onto his long, blonde locks, your lips swollen and bruised red, and your breath still lost. With a gentle tug and an answering groan, you whisper.

"Give me a reason to."

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january 15th, 1985 ♡

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don't worry, you guys! will still be writing for lars (side eye), cliff, kirk, dave and jason as well. it's just going to take a while, since y'know i like to write mini novels. expect the james fic in the next few days! send in some more requests and ideas in the meantime ♡

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A to Z ⭒ Dave Mustaine (18+)

Ask Despite him being well known to be overly temperamental and standoffish at times, with you, he's the definition of sweet. He's so well in tune with you and your needs, that with one simple and longing look from you, he knows exactly what you want. Unless he's in a rare mood to tease the hell out of you, and then all bets are off. He'll have you red faced and on the brink of tears as he teases you, repeatedly bringing you to the brink, just to tug you right back in the opposite direction. With Dave, it's safe and simple, yet wild and reckless at the same time. It depends on the mood, and surprisingly, he'll more than often follow your lead. If you want it rough and you're in the mood to beg and be taunted, he's all in, eager to please you and give you the pleasure you both know you deserve, all while getting the same amount from just watching you fall apart and getting the taste of you on his tongue.

Bondage He's got a thing seeing you lightly tied up and restrained in lace. The way it complements the tone of your skin and the way it makes you look so soft and submissive, it drives him insane. To him, it's a physical sense of you fully giving yourself to him. And to you, it's mentally freeing for you to be able to trust him enough, to give him the power of your movements. The way in which he takes his time making sure he's restraining you in places where he knows it won't be too uncomfortable for you relaxes him, and you both always laugh when he playfully tightens the material in places you both know you're ticklish at. It also comes in handy when things become sexual, while he's taking you from behind, and is able to use the material to yank you in whichever position he feels like. As long as he's able to fully sheath himself inside of you and pulse himself deeply inside, he's got fistfuls of lace and he's molding you against him without a second thought.

Cunnilingus He loves going down on you, almost as much as he loves being inside of you. From the sounds you make and the way you tighten your fingers in and between the strands of his hair, to the way your legs seize around his shoulders and forearms as you repeatedly climax, he can't get enough of it, and you. He loves the way you're so sensitive and reactive, and as much as he enjoys giving, he also likes receiving as well. One of his favorite positions to do with you in sixty-nine, because not only is he getting head, but he's also able to fully envelope himself in the taste of you. The dual sensation of your sex trembling and weeping on his tongue, while you're also tonguing at his slit and swallowing him down in deep interims, is something he'll never see himself getting tired of.

Dirty Talk You both love it, because it allows you two to be seductive and playful at the same time. It can sometimes start an hour or two before either one of you initiates, or only a few minutes. When you initiate it, you're subtly resting a hand on the nape of his neck and leaning in to whisper it right next to his ear, or you're leaning back while sitting on his lap, with your head resting on his shoulder and your lips caressing the side of his jugular. He's much more bold and uncaring if anyone sees how infatuated he is with you, with his dirty talk being an aloud statement, even in a half crowded and filled room. His hands are either formed in the divots of your hips and rubbing figure eights into your skin, or his forearms are pressed against your front, with his large hands and wide fingers leaving temporary indentations in your flesh as he grips onto you. Any nicknames within the same vicinity of sweetheart and doll are the only sweet words coming out of his mouth in the following sentences, with the rest of the filler being wanton announcements of how badly he can't want to feel you lose yourself underneath and on top of him later.

Edging If there's any free time longer than an hour and you're around for and during it, it's most likely going to happen. Sex with Dave is one of his many ways of showing you how much he loves and cares for you, and he takes it seriously. He edges you in a slow and sometimes frustrating way, but you swear it's worth it every time, once you're finally able to orgasm. He'll drag his tongue down every single inch available of your skin, depending on where you two might be, and he'll sink his teeth in soon after. The slight pain and the marks he leaves behind makes you hyperaware of every single particle of you he's taking apart and tasting, and your legs will almost always find their way on top of his shoulders. Whether his pouted lips are situating themselves around your swollen clit or he has you bent in half and burrowed into whichever surface you two could find at the time, he needs you close and almost always face to face. If he can't see or feel your reaction to his touch, he feels disconnected from you, and that's when he's no longer fully enjoying himself.

Foreplay Your guys' foreplay isn't so much skimpy outfits and lingerie, as it is playful and flirtatious touches, purposefully meant to come off as innocent and accidental. It can start off with his palm grazing itself against your ass as he's passing you by, to you bending down in front of him and brushing your backside on the top of his zipper. Your foreplay usually ends up with you both feeling pent up and slightly aggravated, and that's exactly what you two want. So then whichever one of you finally caves in and initiates first, it's always passionate and hungry, still feeling fun and new, rather than just putting on something sexy and then having him take it off of you.

Groping If you're close and near, his hand or both of them are always on you, and the same can be said for you. You naturally ground him and keep him relatively calm, so him being able to reassure himself that you're there physically helps him out a lot. He is quite cheeky and the opposite of shy, so his hands do wander often. If and when they do, he's usually got one resting on the side of your breast with the other in your back pocket, or they're both resting in between your upper thighs if he's got you sat on his lap. Yours soon follow after and usually rest on top of his, pressing them even further into you, in a silent reassurance that you want them there, more than likely without the layer of clothing. Your favorite is when he's got you in a passionate kiss and has your head tilted back with the weight of it, and his hand is possessively and gently curved around your throat. You make sure to align his fingertips against your pulse point, to prove to him how he consistently and constantly makes your heart race.

Hickeys There's always at least a mark or two on you, and if there isn't, it's because he's away on tour or out of town. Where they tend to be can vary, but there's usually a litter of them running themselves up and down your neck, or an accumulation of them on your collarbones and chest. If he's been rough with you the following morning or night, they can trail themselves all the way down to your groin and pelvic bone, or can be clustered on the tops of your asscheeks. He loves to be marked up as well, and you're rarely found without your mouth not connected to him in some way, so he's got a handful of his own. You like to bite and suck and lick them into creation in unordinary places, like underneath his chin and behind his ear. In places where only you know he's most sensitive at, and where you know he's most likely to subtly touch them and press into the kissing ache when he's thinking about and missing you.

Intercrural As much as he lives for the sensation of your walls pulsating around his dick and milking him dry, he also adores the simplicity of skin on skin contact with you. From anything to you placing teasing kisses on his shaft and then skipping forward to slipping his tip in between your reddened lips and resting him there, to fucking himself in between your slick clad thighs, he's more than up for it. But his favorite has got to be the combination of fucking and thrusting his way in between your spit covered breasts, while you try to catch the beginning of him to suck him into your mouth. Not only does it feel amazing, but he's also able to control the movement, and watch you at the same time. He'd grip onto the sides of your head while you hold your tits in place, while he's bearing his hips forward to purposefully buck himself forward enough to have his cockhead bump against your bottom lip. The look of hunger in your eyes, with the feeling of your heated skin gliding against his dick and the saliva making a mess out of you both, is enough to have him coming back and asking for it more often than not.

Jealousy Dave doesn't get easily threatened or uneasy by others very often, but when he does, he becomes irate. It isn't because he doesn't trust you, it's because the idea of someone you both don't know personally trying to get close to you or touch you makes his skin crawl. He's gone through being unwantedly touched and flirted with himself, and he does all that he possibly can to ensure that you feel safe with him around. So, when someone who can obviously see that you two are together tries to take advantage of you or becomes overly pushy, he loses his cool. It's only happened once or twice, and luckily you and a few others were able to hold him back and calm him down before anything drastic could happen. Not without a few punches being thrown beforehand, and a beer bottle or two being cracked open and strewn around in a fit of anger. Regardless of how he's still feeling after the fact, his first thought is to make sure you're okay. And once you are, he allows you to check up on him, and bandage his knuckles if necessary.

Kissing It's become a habit that the first one between you two to wake, has to wake the other one up with a kiss in the morning. What begins and starts with a simple peck and a trail of others, soon turns into a lazy morning makeout session. That soon follows with thoughtless and natural ones throughout the remainder of the day. Whether it's while you two are showering together or sitting beside each other, or one of you simply gets the urge to lean in and feel even more connected, you two lose count by the time the afternoon rolls around. For some, it may seem like you two are overcompensating and clingy, but for you two, it's something seamless and thoughtless. When you two become playful and decide to tease each other, they become heavy and wet, with tongues colliding and mouths only disconnecting to suck in shallow depths of air. No matter how long or short you two are apart, you always fall back into each other, with your guys' lips meeting in the middle.

Licking You could be doing something as simple as leaning against Dave's side with his arm resting on your shoulders, and you'll suddenly feel the familiar sensation of his tongue making contact with your cheek or the shell of your ear. It's more to get a sound of shock out of you or playfully get you riled up, and soon, you begin to mimic the behavior. Unfortunately, yet fortunately, it makes you two even more susceptible to making out. And something as small as you sticking your tongue out in a silent rebuttal, can quickly turn into him leaning forward to slide his own against yours, and then sucking the tip of your tongue into his mouth. He's already been one to lick and nip and bite at you, but it increases tenfold, and now there's rarely a time he isn't absentmindedly relaxing his appendage out during a kiss on your shoulder and neck while holding you in his arms. If it's while you two are having sex or in the middle of foreplay, he's damn near lapping at you and trying to familiarize himself with the taste of your skin. He's insatiable when it comes to you.

Masturbation Masturbation isn't much of an option when Dave's around, and that's only because he's so hands on and physically intimate with you. The only time you can remember him having you touch yourself for him, is when you two took polaroids of each other before he went on the road. Phone sex for you two during that time was still exciting when you both had the time to call, but it's nothing in comparison to when you two are actually able to be together in person. The one thing that made it so memorable, was the anticipation you two felt about finally being able to see each other again, and what you two would do when that time would come. And once you were able to see him again and feel him in person, it was electric and worth the wait.

Non-negotiable Dave refuses to be too rough with you, to the point to where you can't sit or comfortably lie down. Don't get him wrong, he enjoys spanking you and leaving marks, overstimulating you. But not to the point to where you're feeling overly sore and out of it afterwards or the next day. He also specifies and goes over the stoplight method with you, when you two decide to go a little bit further into things. You feeling safe and turned on and relaxed is the most important thing to him, and anything that deters that is an automatic no.

Orgasm Your guys' playfulness comes into play here, and so does overstimulation. As much as Dave loves to rile you up and drag things out, so do you. You love to make him writhe and moan, and when possible, have him cum more than once in a row. Watching him orgasm is one of your favorite things, with his hair fanning out below and around him, his chest heaving for breath, and his hips tremor filled underneath your touch. When it's your turn, you're lucky for a one minute break, especially if you have your fun first. Just as much as he is insatiable, he's hardheaded and likes to win. So, if you make him orgasm twice, he's making you cum three times. Depending on how much time you two have to fuck around and enjoy yourselves, things can span out from one hour, all the way out to two or three. Exhausting each other, just to lie down and decompress and come down together, is one of your shared favorite things to do.

Positions Anything from missionary to cowgirl to tabletop is more than fun and welcome, but a favorite of both yours and his is doggy style. With one of his arms wrapped around your middle and dragging you back mid thrust, his other hand trailing itself down your clad skin to recklessly rub and pinch at your clit. Your hands reaching up to blindly grasp at his forearms, even as your vision darkens and swims from all of your pleasure. The top of your head perfectly heightens out at the measurement you need to be able to tilt back and meet his eyes, and you both share a shaky breath as he uses his arms around you as leverage, with your breasts bouncing with the force of his exertion, and with the fight your lungs try to carry out. Every word you're both able to mutter out are filled and laced with directory praises, such as, you feel so good around me, and, please don't stop this time, it's too much, keep going.

Quickie Quickies are something you enjoy, despite loving taking your time with Dave. The excitement and the thrill that comes with them, as well as the high feeling that comes with an almost forced and quickly sought after orgasm, has always been so fun to you. Where you two have them a good majority of the time is in a bathroom at one of the venues, a backstage room's couch or table, or his favorite, against the stage while everyone is out. It's only happened a few times, and the first time he brought up the idea, you were terrified. It was after a two hour show and everybody was either backstage, or drunk off their asses and haphazardly heading back to their car or tour bus. The only things that comforted you at the time was that Dave was there with you, and that the center stage light was already off. The only lights that were visible were the small strobes, and every few seconds, blue and red would cascade themselves on your upper halves and the surrounding stage. You began to loosen up after he reassured you that everything was fine, and once you got into it, you just knew you two had do it again sometime soon. The way your head dipped down while you rode him and the way he curved up to whisper in your ear, the way his nails dug themselves in your hips for grounding as you used the heels of your feet to bear yourself up and down his length with reckless abandon, the echoes of the sounds of your guys' shared pleasure. You two were able to do it again a few months later, and nearly got caught that time around.

Roleplay Despite you two not being too into sexy outfits and dressing up much, you two really enjoy roleplay. The simple fantasies are the most effective, and you enjoy pretending to be lost the most. It seems to work out the best at a venue they'll be staying at for a few days. You'll knock on his backstage door and ask where another room might be, and he'll pretend to take advantage of the fact that you don't know where you're going. He'll invite you in and flirt with you, something casual, yet his body language shows his excitement. You two had met in a similar way, so it's personal, yet still exciting. You'll be able to relive and fulfill what you feel like you should have done that first night you two had originally met, and Dave can feed into his need of constantly wanting to please you, as well as hold onto one of his most treasured memories: the day you were lost, somehow made your way on over to him, and then stayed. When you two roleplay, it isn't when you two decide to get rough. Dave is hesitant with it, because he doesn't want to get too out of character or rough with you, and you find it more comfortable and easy to fully let loose in the safety of your guys' home, rather than at a temporary location.

Sensitivity Dave's most sensitive areas are under his chin, behind his ears, the center of his chest, and right below his navel. Your favorite thing to do is lightly kiss and blow beneath his right ear, while sliding a hand down his middle, and resting it right near his groin. Feeling the way his stomach caves in with a sharp inhale of breath, and the way he shudders when your hand teases the material of his thin shirt up his stomach. By the time you two are in bed, the nights and times you decide to take over and become fully dominant, he's already spacing out, and completely open and prepared for whatever you want to do. Your most sensitive areas are in between your thighs, the backs of your arms, and your spine. One of Dave's favorite positions to have you in is on your knees, with your legs spread wide open, and your face resting on the bed beneath you, or on a pillow. He'll rest on his own behind you, and start off with trailing his lips and tongue down the expanse of your spine, while also running the pads of his fingers over your goosebump ridden thighs and flesh. Once he's done admiring you and leaving a few marks in their wake, he'll flip himself down onto his back, grab you by your knees, and slide you down until you're straddling the tip of his nose. You're barely able to find any stability, before he's pressing it against your clit, and using the top of his pointed tongue to lap at your already slick folds and sex.

Threesome Dave is very protective and possessive of you, so the idea of him sharing you with someone else doesn't seem or feel right. If you brought it up with him and it was a close friend, he might give it some thought, but he'd still most likely say no. He'd done a lot of sleeping around and experimenting before he met and got with you, and during that time, he got most of it out of his system. He loves what he has with you now, and he wouldn't want to jeopardize the trust and stability you two built together, even if it was you or someone within your guys' circle that proposed another attractive woman to him to join.

Universal Just like every other man on the planet, Dave loves receiving head. But to be more specific, Dave loves receiving head from you. Not just for the sensation and the orgasm that comes with it, but because of how you look when you perform it on him. The tears that collect of the sides of your eyes and then slowly fall, the way your nose quivers when you inhale a shaky and shallow breath, the way your eyebrows furrow when you try to take him down to the hilt, the moans you let out that reverberate against his dick and down his spine, when you attempt to fight back a gag. The blush that raises to the tops of your cheeks, and the way you guide a hand of his to the back of your head, once you feel confident enough that your throats fully relaxed. The way you to tap on his thigh once to signal him to slowly start to fuck your mouth, and the way you quickly tap twice to notify him when you need to breathe, and for him to let go. The way you look afterwards, with your spit and his residual seed covering and painting your bottom lip and the top half of your chin. So debauched, and everything he's ever wanted.

Vibrator You love to bring different toys into the bedroom, and he loves to use them on you. You both have multiple, but your shared favorite has got to be the vibrating cock ring. Not only does it rub against your clit in just the right way when he fully buries himself into you, but it also elongates Dave's own orgasms, and it overstimulates him as well. You use it at times when you're giving him a blowjob, and the way in which he loses his mind and spurts and shakes on your tongue, make its better every single time.

Where As much as you two are open minded and adventurous, at home is your two's favorite place to have sex. From the toys to the freedom to do it wherever you'd like, to how loud you two can be, without the fear of notifying someone close by or waking anyone up. You two have had sex in every single room, and on every surface that looked like it could carry at least one of your guys' weights. From the shower to the bathroom counter, to the bathroom floor, just do have another round in bed after those three. It doesn't matter where you two end up, because you'll end up having fun regardless. But being able to relax after, to be able to take your time with the aftercare, to be able to not have to worry about rushing after and keeping a lookout. That's what makes being at home so much better than constantly having to sneak around.

X Factor There isn't a single thing that this man dislikes about you, so it's hard for him to pick a specific trait to single out as his favorite of yours. But if he had to choose just one, he'd choose how accepting you are. You heard about him in passing before you two officially met, and you were told about how temperamental and moody he can be at times. Yet, you were still so open and kind to him. You didn't shy away or treat him differently because of his status, and you made him feel safe and understood because of it. Since you two have gotten together, you've seen him upset and nearly in a blind rage. But not once during those times have you ever flinched away from him, or not try to calm him down. You trusted him to not hurt you despite the stories of him being aggressive, and in turn, he trusted himself enough with you to open up about why he gets like that sometimes. He feels safe with you, and in turn, you feel the exact same way.

Yes and No Yes to being rough and open to exploring bdsm, no to ignoring safe words. Consent and communication are important to the both of you, and you two would never want to purposefully harm each other in way that isn't pleasurable. The basics are fine, such as light bondage, spanking, partial choking, and sex toys. But when it gets to the point to where the overstimulation is no longer feeling pleasurable, or one of you begins to feel overwhelmed, you both step back and give each other room to breathe, especially when safe words and the stoplight method are used.

Zip The only time Dave would be alright with you being quiet, is if you two were in a public setting, or if you had company over, and you two just had to be quiet. There was an incident a while back where you two had been sleeping in separate rooms to make space for friends that were staying over, but on the third night, you just couldn't force yourself to sleep without him any longer. You ended up sneaking downstairs to the lower guest bedroom, and you tiptoed your way over to where he was trying to rest. As if he was expecting you, a side of the bed was left unoccupied, and you climbed right in. Your movement had woken him up, and the relief on his tired face had you leaning in. If it was the limit of proximity from the past few days or his expression that got to you, you weren't entirely sure. But that night, regardless of who was near and trying to sleep, you both took care of each other. The hushed whimpers you both let out, and the nearly muted curses he grunted when you slid his fingers in your mouth while you bounced on top of him to keep yourself quiet and gagged, the way his mouth was gaping open in a quiet moan as you pulsated and writhed against him until he came inside of you and filled you to the brim. You guys were called out and teased for it and given your bedroom back the next day, and regardless of the emanating embarrassment, you were both just grateful to fully be back together once again.

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miscellaneous met ♡

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james and scott, december 31st, 1983 ♡

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february 12th, 1984 ♡

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(december 26th, 1963) happy birthday, lars ♡

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merry christmas from met ♡

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merry christmas from met ♡

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kind of need to know everything about what you're going to be writing about and who for before you fully come backkk (i can't wait any longer)

might just write a lars a to z, might write one for dave, might just go through the 93 requests ya'll have sent in since i've been gone- we'll just have to see!

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You seem so sweet and nice, yet you've written some of the filthiest smut i've ever read..

i am nothing less of an enigma

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this spot the difference game is getting harder and harder each and every day

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february 11th, 1984 ♡