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Right Motivation
Dave Lizewski x fem!reader
Summary: "Come on, Lizewski, is it motivation you need? I can offer you something." The words slipped out before you realized. “Would you be willing to do anything?” Dave asked, his voice deep and firmer than usual.
Warnings: just a very motivated Dave to get a kiss
A/N: this reminds me that i should have gotten past a level in god of war but it's just impossible and i'm absolutely frustrated with it
To my dear @gingerteafairy, you inspired me to write this, I hope you enjoy reading it <333
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Your room seemed smaller with Dave there, not because of lack of space, but because of his presence. It wasn't the first time he had entered your space, but you always felt nervous seeing him with your favorite stuffed animals and books — and maybe you hid your posters of shirtless men, after all, some embarrassments can be avoided.
Your mother always smiled a little when she saw you bring Dave home, and it was extremely embarrassing to hear her say how much you looked like lovebirds after he left. Your father, however, always reminded you to keep the door open. Those quiet boys are the worst, he said.
You always had to remind them that Dave was your friend. Just that, a friend. They never seemed convinced of it. And to be honest, a part of you didn't want to believe it either.
Today you had brought him here under the pretext of not being able to pass a level in the video game. You had almost lost your mind after continuing to fail and fail over and over again. Your pillow had to muffle many screams of indignation.
But now you found it funny how it was Dave who was visibly frustrated. Your backpacks were forgotten near the door, as was his coat. Your mother had made sure to stuff them with generous slices of pie before leaving, but not before commenting that you should use condoms. At least she had the decency to speak quietly, so that only you could hear.
Now, in your room, he was sitting on the floor in a sloppy manner, his back resting on your bed while his hands firmly gripped the joystick. You couldn't help but pay attention to how his fingers moved: fast and precise, it was mesmerizing. Not only that, but how his hands seemed to swallow the joystick, the way the veins formed a high relief on his pale skin. What would it feel like to have those hands on you? You swallowed at the thought, shifting uncomfortably on the bed.
Your movement caught his eye. “Okay?” He asked, tilting his head so he could look at you on the bed. His dark eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“Sure,” you replied, still perched like a lazy cat on the mattress, though there was a slight blush on your cheeks. “Just seeing how bad you are at this game.”
“That’s what you get for trying to help someone,” he huffed, his blue eyes returning to the game.
You laughed. “Seriously, it took you twice as long as I did to get to that part.”
“Sorry, not everyone can be perfect like you.”
You froze, feeling your heart stumble in your chest. This was the kind of dangerous thing he shouldn’t say. A choked laugh bubbled out of your lips. “You’re a terrible liar.”
He rolled his shoulders, his voice lower when he spoke again. “Believe what you want.”
You pressed your lips into a thin line, your eyes fixed on his dark curls. Usually, it was Dave who left everyone confused with his words, but in moments like this, he always had the ability to say things that left you speechless.
Without thinking, you crawled to the edge of the bed, lying on your stomach with your head next to his. His scent wafted up to your nose, but you tried not to pay attention to it. You scooted a little closer, your lips almost brushing against the shell of his ear. “Less talk and more action, Lizewski.”
Dave tried to focus on the game, but you knew you had messed with him. The tension in his shoulders said it all. He blinked a few times, his fingers hesitating over the buttons on the joystick, before turning slightly towards you. His face was closer now, and his blue eyes searched yours. The silence between you seemed to stretch, heavy, but charged with something you couldn't quite define. It was as if the air in the room had changed, become denser, more… electric.
"Are you trying to distract me?" he asked, his voice lower than before, but still tinged with nervousness.
"Maybe." You arched an eyebrow, showing more confidence than you actually had. Your heart was hammering, but you refused to back down. "Come on, Lizewski, is it motivation you need? I can offer you something." The words slipped out before you realized, but you didn't regret it.
He blinked, clearly surprised by the provocation. For a moment, it looked like he was going to choke on his own saliva, but then he swallowed hard—a movement your eyes made sure to follow—and something in his expression changed. There was still hesitation, but it was replaced by a strange determination, as if he were trying to anchor himself to something.
“Would you be willing to do anything?” Dave asked, his voice deep and firmer than usual. His eyes locked on yours, and the entire room seemed to shrink into that moment.
Your throat went dry. It was as if the way he looked at you had a tangible weight, something that held you in place. Your mind tried to find an answer, but all you could do was nod slowly, lost in the thousand and one meanings his question implied. “Yes.”
His smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, small but filled with a new, almost irresistible confidence. “Okay.”
He turned his face back to the screen, and suddenly he looked like a completely different person. His posture changed, the joystick now felt like an extension of his hands. Dave played with a fierce determination in his eyes, his movements precise and quick, as if he were on an impossible mission to fail. You could barely pay attention to the game, because everything in you was focused on him—on the way he frowned, the way his tongue slipped slightly between his lips as he concentrated. Something inside you twisted violently, the anticipation eating away at you from the inside out. When he finally passed the level, the sound of the game announcing his victory seemed like a distant echo.
You blinked, realizing you had been holding your breath the whole time. “Congratulations,” you said, your voice quieter than you intended, filled with something you couldn’t even name. It was as if an electric current had passed through the room, pulsing between you. Dave looked at you with that shy smile, but his eyes were different now—more intense, as if searching for something in you that he didn’t have the courage to say yet.
You followed his every move as he stood up, your fingers fidgeting as if trying to contain your own restlessness. Your eyes traced the path from the disheveled hair to the way his T-shirt fit his lean, muscular torso. He sat on the edge of the bed, one hand splayed on the flowered blanket as he leaned toward you, and it was impossible to ignore the heat that rose up your neck, your skin alight under the weight of his proximity, more aware than ever of another person’s body.
Involuntarily, you shrank a little in the bed, feeling small in front of him. Up close, his shoulders seemed broader and there was something about him that made you want to get closer. He was standing so close now, and the tension felt like a rope stretched taut between you, ready to snap.
Dave paused, hesitant, and ran a nervous hand through his hair. "Can I… can I ask you something?" His voice was husky, filled with uncertainty, but there was something else there. Something that made your heart beat faster.
You nodded, your lips slightly parted, your breath shallow. "Yes."
He bit his lip, his eyes flickering down to your mouth before returning again, meeting yours with a vulnerability so genuine that you almost lost your breath. "A kiss."
Your heart stumbled, then raced. You blinked, trying to process what he had just said. A kiss. Dave had asked for a kiss. How could one of your dreams be unfolding right in front of you? It was impossible to ignore the way his gaze seemed to burn into you, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
A slow smile played across your lips, the kind of smile you knew was slightly teasing. “A kiss, huh?” you repeated, your voice soft, almost a purr as you looked at his mouth. The way his lips were parted, pink and absurdly inviting.
He nodded, his cheeks tinged with red, but he didn’t look away.
You leaned forward slightly, your hands pressed against the mattress to steady yourself. Your eyes never left his as you approached. The room seemed frozen in time, the air thick, almost suffocating. When you were close enough for your breath to brush against his skin, you tilted your face slightly, pressing your lips against the soft skin of his face. His breathing hitched as you remained close, your mouth a ridiculous distance from his.
“Is this where you wanted it?” you asked, your voice low and deliberately teasing, framed by a lopsided smile.
Dave stiffened, his lips parting in silent protest before he shook his head. He looked like he was about to short-circuit. You loved it.
“No?” You leaned in again, the smile on your lips growing as you placed a second kiss, this time closer to his jaw, moving purposefully slowly. “And here?” You questioned, closing your eyes for a moment as you pressed your nose into the crook of his neck, filling your lungs with his scent. How many times had you imagined this moment?
He shook his head again, visibly shaken.
You opened your mouth to speak, but before you could say anything else, he closed the distance between you in one quick, unexpected movement. You sighed against his mouth, surprise quickly replaced by appreciation. His hands rose to cup your face, hesitant for a split second, before steadying themselves against your skin. His fingers were warm, a little shaky, but there was an urgency to his touch that felt impossibly right, like he was trying to make sure you wouldn’t slip away.
The kiss started out soft, almost shy, but that hesitation disappeared all too quickly. He tilted his head to press his lips against yours, and the awkward urgency of his movements was as palpable as the rapid beating of your own heart. You found yourself gripping the front of his shirt without thinking, your knuckles pressed against the fabric, searching for some point of balance as the world around you seemed to dissolve.
His lips were soft, but there was a strength there that completely disarmed you. He pushed you down the bed until your back was pressed against the soft mattress, his mouth never leaving yours, his hands trailing down your sides in an exploratory manner. The heat of his palms made your skin tingle, and you could feel how breathless he was, but still he seemed unable to stop. You tried to pull him closer, your fingers tangling in his dark curls as you felt some of his weight pressed against your chest.
When you finally broke apart, panting, the silence between you was deafening. He opened his eyes first, and his were so close, so intense, that you felt your breath catch. Your eyes dropped to his lips, glossy and pinker than ever. Because of you, his mouth was like this because of you.
“I’ve… wanted to do this for a long time,” he admitted, his husky voice scratching his throat, as if the words had been stuck in his throat for years.
Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you stared at him, trying to find something to say. “Men really are capable of anything with the right motivation,” you teased, but your voice came out lower, shakier than you intended. Revealing some of your own nervousness.
Dave smiled, a small, almost uncertain smile, but his eyes were shining with something new. He didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned in again, capturing your lips in another kiss, more intense than the first.
This time, there was no room for hesitation. His hands moved down to your hips, kneading the covered flesh, pulling you even closer, eliminating any distance that still existed as he crushed you against his broad chest. Your fingers dug into his hair, tugging lightly, and you were greeted by a low growl from his throat, sending shivers down your spine. The kiss was everything you never knew you needed: clumsy, hungry, and most of all, sincere.
When he pulled away again, he wasted no time, his warm, soft mouth quickly finding its way to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that made you whimper. His kisses set your skin on fire, making you crave more. “Dave,” you sighed, your body arching to allow him to continue.
“Fuck, look what you’re doing to me,” he cursed, the words vibrating against your skin, this time in an almost reverent tone, as he pulled away just enough to look at you. His eyes, so intense, seemed to examine every detail of your face, as if he wanted to memorize the moment. His hands remained firm on you, his fingers pressing lightly, as if he still feared that you might slip away. “I’ve never played with such a desire to win,” he admitted, his voice low and husky, thick with emotion.
You laughed, a soft sound that turned into a shaky sigh as his fingers trailed up your side, stopping near your ribs. “I would have kissed you even if you had lost, Lizewski,” you confessed, heat rising to your face.
He stopped in surprise, his eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that made your stomach turn. “Really?”
You nodded, a small, shy smile playing on your lips. “Really.”
He laughed then, a sound that was both incredulous and relieved, and lowered his head until their foreheads touched. "Shit, that would have saved me a lot of nervousness."
“I don’t know,” you murmured teasingly. “It was kind of fun seeing you so focused. Kind of… sexy, even.”
Dave let out a snicker, but there was a glint of newfound confidence in his eyes. He leaned in again, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slower this time, more exploratory, as if he wanted to enjoy every second. The rhythm changed, but the intensity didn’t diminish. His hands moved down your waist, stopping at the curve of your hips, while his fingers drew slow, mesmerizing circles on your skin, even through the fabric of your clothes. You felt your own hands move of their own accord, sliding down his chest, exploring the unexpected firmness beneath his shirt. Each touch felt like a promise that you were just getting started.
When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, Dave looked at you with a mix of adoration and amazement, as if he was still trying to process what had just happened. “I still can’t believe this is real,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
You smiled, feeling your heart warm at his vulnerability. “Well, if it’s not real, I don’t want to wake up.”
Dave laughed again, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe his luck. “This is so much better than anything I’ve ever imagined.”
“Imagine it, huh?” you teased, arching an eyebrow as your smile took on a hint of mischief.
A blush crept up his face, but he didn’t look away. “Yeah… I’ve kind of… imagined it more times than I should have,” he admitted, his shoulders rising slightly in an almost childish gesture.
You couldn’t help but laugh, warm and genuine, and you ran your fingers through his hair. “You’re so adorable, Lizewski. How did I not realize that before?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” he murmured, his hand coming up to touch your face again, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw.
The silence that followed was comfortable, full of unspoken promises. Your heart was still racing, but now it was accompanied by a strange and delicious sense of peace. When he smiled again, a small but genuine smile, you knew it wasn’t a passing thing.
“So,” he said, his voice a little lighter now, but still thick with emotion. “I guess this means I win, huh?”
You laughed, your fingers lightly brushing his neck. “Yeah, Dave. You win.”
“Does this mean I can do it again?” he asked, his eyes shining with a mix of insecurity and newfound boldness.
You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you pulled him in for another kiss, soft but full of a certainty that you were both discovering together.
And as the heat of the moment enveloped you once again, one thing became clear: this was just the beginning of many kisses and, who knows, of something much bigger that you both couldn’t wait to explore.
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SAGE i have not been able to stop thinking abt corruption with dilf dave...he's so sweet, takin things slow for you. at this point he knows his way around women, yknow...he loves the fact that he gets to turn you into a whore for him <3
OMG SYN ?!?!?!? this is literally such a good fucking idea holy ALSO '99 DAVE?!?! my fav era 🤭🤭
riding this man would literally be the best thing in the world omg !!! he'd have a tight grip on your hips, squeezing at the fat on them that spilled from his fingers and he'd have his eyes closed, groaning and tipping his head back, letting you do all the work until you get tired enough to stop, "that's all you got, hun?" you'd nod softly, literally on the brink of erupting until he'd flip positions and fuck you so slow it hurts.
you're constantly begging for him to go faster but he just lands a slap on your ass, holding your hair back softly. he'd hunch over, mouth pressed to your ear, voice calm and demanding like always, "be a good girl for me, baby. you can take this cock however i want you too, hun." you whined at the response, gripping the sheets beneath yourself, trying to back yourself more on to Dave, seeking more friction.
"god, you are such a fuckin' slut. can you take it now? this what you wanted?"
he groans and sarcastically huffed before fucking you into the mattress, hands tight on your hips, hard and deep thrusts now. you're just moaning loudly before he shoves your head into the pillow infront of you. muffled "thank you"'s were being pulled out from your mouth, trying your best to stay quiet for the ginger.
he would pull out and you'd lift your head, looking back and pouting when you were left empty.
"what's wrong, princess, need more? need me to fill my whore up? oh, i know you do, fuckin' slut."
he'd shove himself back in, only for you to clench around his length and for him to let out a moan of pleasure. bringing his hand up to your throat choking you slightly, his thrusts got messier and messier before he came and filled your aching cunt, you cumming with him.
he pulls out and just let's his body go limp, dick pressed against your ass, "more," you whined and he's more than surprised as he chuckles softly.
"seems like i turned you into a cock slut, huh? you're lucky i have stamina, but im not going so easy this time."
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A/N: What if Dave was the guy you met at a bar, and what if that guy absolutely rocked your shit? Well, it might go a little something like this. For any of you that have read my work, imagine Dave from Dulcis, only without the toxicity. A well-adjusted, divorced dad, who likes to tell good girls what to do. I am still on my little break, but I wanted to throw this on here and then fuck off into the sunset. Thanks to my girlie-pop @wheresarizona for listening to my ramblings and for beta-ing this. Enjoy xoxo
Dave York x f!Reader
Pairing: David York x F!Reader
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: NSFW 18+ language, Smut, PIV sex (wrap it up), slight dom-Dave, dirty talk, mentions of alcohol, oral (both m & f rec'g), spanking, a thumb in the booty- let me know if I missed any!
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There was a pleasant buzz flowing through your veins when the bartender placed a drink you definitely didn’t order on the counter in front of you.
“Sorry! I didn’t order this!” You frowned at him, but he waved away your protest, pointing to a man across the bar.
“Courtesy of the gentleman.” He left you with the drink, moving to serve other patrons.
The man he’d indicated to was watching you with clear interest on his face. He was handsome, very handsome. Clean cut from what you could see, dark hair and dark eyes, well dressed, and just your type. You raised the drink to him in thanks, and he smiled, raising his own in return.
Vodka cranberry, classic.
He held your gaze, his smile widening, his eyes raking over you without shame. He pushed away from his place at the bar, and your heart leapt that he was coming over.
You adjusted your dress as best you could, doing a quick sweep over your general appearance, dress smoothed, hair in place, perfect.
“Hi,” he smiled, coming close enough to be heard over the soundtrack of the bar, his voice deep and lovely in your ear. “I’m David. I noticed you from the other side of the room.” He smelled good enough to make your mouth water.
“Hi David,” you introduced yourself, “You did? And what did you think?”
“Thought it must be my lucky day.” His eyes travelled down the length of you without a single attempt at subtlety.
“Do you still think that? Now that you’re up close?” His watch face flashed for a moment, drawing your attention to his hands. They were big and instantly, you imagined them on your hips, at your throat. You swallowed thickly.
“Well, that depends on whether or not you’re looking for the same thing I’m looking for.” He had caught you staring at his hands and made a show of using them to swirl his drink, to fix the collar at his throat; placing one on the bar just beside where you leaned against it. He moved closer, and your focus shifted to the long line of his throat. “I think you are. I think you might be exactly what I’m looking for.”
Your heart was racing, thumping wildly in your chest that this gorgeous man was showing interest. He pressed a little closer, speaking the words right into your ear.
“I think you want to come home with me.” His thumb made contact with your side, a gentle pass that had heat clawing its way through your veins. Your eyes closed of their own accord, an attempt at keeping your cool despite the buzz, despite your body’s reaction to him.
“You’re quite forward.” You smiled, a little nervous, a little intimidated, but very excited.
“Yes, I don’t like to waste time. I find you very attractive, and I’d like to take you home. I’d very much like to show you a good time.” He tipped back his glass, finishing his drink. You did the same. “If I have read you wrong, I apologize, and I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable.”
“No, no.” You put your hand on his arm, your skin sizzling with the small touch, “You’re good.” You thought about it for a minute, questioning whether this was something you really wanted to do. He smiled, his eyes solely focused on you, and for better or worse, you’d already made up your mind. “I would like to go home with you, David.” Adrenaline raced through your body, chasing some of the buzz away, and when he offered his hand, you took it.
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“This place is lovely.” You walk through his airy loft, smiling to yourself because of course he lives in a loft. The ceilings are insanely high, and the whole place has an open, yet homey, lived-in feel. It’s all one giant room, with a staircase leading up to an open second level facing a wall of windows. The gorgeous cityscape laid out before you.
“Thank you, I’m glad you like it.” He sets his sport coat down on an expensive-looking leather chair, “Would you like something to drink?” He gestures towards the minimalist dream that is his kitchen.
“No, thank you, I’m okay for now.” You smile up at him, the nerves in your stomach fluttering wildly. Your eyes continue to take in the space while he makes his way past you.
“Well,” He opens up the fridge, grabbing two bottles of water. “I’m going to bring water for you anyway.” He smiles. “Let me show you the bedroom.”
There’s a slight tremble in your hands as you make your way up the stairs, a clear indication of just how excited you are at the prospect of him getting you naked.
God, I hope he’s a good fuck.
The thought repeats in your head like a mantra, but there’s something about him, an energy he carries that negates any doubt before anything even happens. In truth, you don’t know anything about him. There are little things you can guess–he’s definitely older, for one. Somewhere in his late thirties, early forties.
His bedroom is sparse but neatly organized. Evidence of military experience, maybe?
“Now.” He sets the waters down on one of the nightstands, “Here’s how this is going to go.” He turns to you, his eyes intense, “I’m going to tell you what to do, and you’re going to do it.” He’s moving towards you now, his fingers making quick work of rolling his sleeves up to expose his forearms. “You think you could do that for me?”
“I–yes, I can.” He stands beside you, his body a hair's breadth away.
“I knew you would. I knew you’d be on your best behaviour for me.” His fingers come up, skimming across the expanse of your collarbone, sending a shiver down your spine. “Before we get to all the fun I have planned… I would like to check in. I want you to enjoy this, so I’ll set a few guidelines.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder, and it makes your stomach flutter. “For your comfort, we’ll use the traffic light system. Green means all good, continue–yellow means slow down, and red is a full stop.” He pulls the strap of your dress to the side and places another kiss to your heated skin. “How does that sound?”
You nod at him.
“I need vocal, enthusiastic consent, honey.”
“Yes, yes. I want this.” You turn to him, sliding your hands up to rest on his ribs.
“That’s what I like to hear. Final item, I have been tested and have a clean bill of health. How about you?” His hands caress your arms, almost distracting you from his words.
“Clean. I was tested a few months ago, haven’t been with anyone since then. I’m also on birth control.”
“Lovely, I’m looking forward to filling you to the brim.” He presses a little closer, his finger tilting your chin up, bringing your mouth to his in a soft, surprisingly tender kiss. His lips are plush, pressing against yours while his hand moves from your chin to curl around the column of your neck.
It’s soft, gentle, until it isn’t.
He licks into your mouth, pulling threads of arousal out to pool in your panties. He pushes everything but him out of your mind before giving you a final kiss, rewarding you with a groan, and then pulling away. Your mouth chases his, almost making you stumble, but he holds you in place.
“I want you to sit at the edge of the bed.”
You obey, the nerves replaced with pure arousal and a curious need to make him happy.
“Lovely.” He stands over you, his thumb pressing against your lower lip, “Hands behind your back, please, baby. You’re going to keep them there, is that understood?”
“Yes, sir.” The words come out unbidden, but he smiles a gorgeous smile, and something inside of you preens.
“That’s my good girl. Keep them there.” His hands go to his belt, and you can almost feel your eyes dilating with excitement. The clink of the belt, the sound of his zipper, best of all, the sight of him hard and thick in front of your face makes your heart race. It makes your mouth water.
“What colour are we at?” His cock bobs in front of him, angry red and weeping, but his thumb at your lip is feather soft.
“Bright green, I want it.” You give him your most seductive look before opening your mouth.
“You’re being so good for me,” he gives his cock a few slow strokes, using his own arousal before moving towards your mouth once more. “Stick out your tongue for me, sweetheart. That's it.” You comply with gusto, sticking your tongue out for him. His big hand holds the hinge of your jaw, fingers pressing gently into the heated skin of your face. Your arousal is something huge, something with claws and teeth and a feral edge—it holds you tight enough to hurt, makes you ache for him. “That’s my pretty girl.” He guides the tip of his cock into your mouth, sliding it against your tongue.
Every instinct, every desire in your body begs to act. It compels you to hold his hips, to suck at the fat head of him, to swallow his dick down and make him come so hard he babbles, but you hold still, let the sweat bead at your temples. Obey.
He has a mischievous smile on his face, enjoying the conflict evident on your face.
“I am very proud of how good you’re being for me, holding your hands where I told you to, opening up that pretty mouth for me.” He slides in a little further, pressing the tip to the back of your throat with each shallow thrust of his hips. “See how hard you made me?” He taps his cock against your tongue a couple of times before pulling out of your mouth completely. “Colour?”
“Green.” You moan the word, and he smiles. He leans towards you and gifts you with another toe-curling kiss, his tongue obscene while his hands pull down the straps of your dress, your bra as well to expose your tits.
“That’s better.” He moves back into position, and you hurry to stick out your tongue again, “Close your lips around me; I’m going to fuck that pretty face.” You let out a moan, pressing your thighs together to ease the aching emptiness of your arousal, “Sit still.” You let out a breath and do as he says.
The sounds don’t help. They only make it harder to sit still.
He makes you gag on his cock, makes you feel dirty with how he’s using your mouth, how your spit drips down onto your tits, how your eyes water. He makes you feel divine with how wrecked he looks towering above you, how reverently his hands hold onto your face.
“God, I could just come down your fucking throat, baby.” He pulls out and lets you catch your breath, his voice sinful.
You wait for instructions. You know you must look a mess, but you don’t care. The thing inside you is too happy; the bruising grip of arousal is too strong.
“Good girls get rewarded, and you, baby, have been a very good girl for me. How are we on colour?” He moves to take his shirt off, tossing it into a hamper, watching you as he takes everything off.
“Bright green, but-“You take a deep breath, and he pauses.
“Tell me,” instantly, there’s a shift from confident and commanding to genuine concern. “Too much?”
“No, no, it’s really good, I could suck your dick all night, but I am so fucking wet, I need something.” You pout at him, and he smiles, the so-far benevolent authority back in place.
“How wet?” He’s fully naked now, and your heart races, your cunt itching to be filled by him.
“So fucking wet, David, I’m dying—“ His hand holds your throat, and you whimper.
“Aw, my poor little thing, come, let’s get you out of these clothes.” You let him pull you up from the bed, and within moments, you’re just as naked as him. His mouth fuses to yours, hard, all teeth and tongues, as you both fall onto his bed, a frantic shuffle to move up and align yourselves.
“Fuck me, please.” You grip his hair, sliding your legs high onto his hips.
“Good manners, but no. I’m going to do something else first.” You almost complain, but his mouth moves down and latches onto a nipple, and then all the words float out of your brain. First, one, then the other before he moves lower still, and all of a sudden, your legs are open wide from the breadth of his shoulders, and he’s staring at your pussy like it’s the gates of heaven.
“Good god, it’s so fucking pretty.” He spreads you open with one hand, exposing the plump pearl of your pleasure.
He spits on it, and you feel the warmth of it slip down towards your entrance, but it never makes it; he dives in, and your heart races.
His tongue is a holy thing, and its pilgrimage across your sex is nothing short of sacred. The grip of arousal tightens further, and with his tongue honing in on the center of your universe, your orgasm is shockingly close. He must feel the muscles in your stomach contract under his arm because he pulls away. His eyebrows raise at the strangled whine you let out, a low laugh from somewhere in his throat at the way your hips chase his mouth.
“I never said you could come.” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to your engorged little clit. “You’ve been so fucking good for me. You aren’t going to start misbehaving now, are you?” He kisses it again, his bottom lip gliding against it just right. Tears slip out, unbidden. “Colour?” His hand smooths over the silky skin of your inner thighs, calming the slight tremble in them.
“Green, please, Sir, please—I need to come. I wanna come so bad. Your tongue feels so fucking good.” You aren’t above begging, and something passes over his face, something inside him being fed by you, something that is languishing in your desperation for him.
“No.”
He presses his tongue to your pussy again, broad licks from your dripping entrance up to circle around your sensitive clit. You let out a pitiful whine, squeezing your eyes together to try—really try to focus on something other than the mounting pleasure blooming between your thighs.
“Yellow, yellow!” You scream out the word, letting out a shaky breath when he pulls away from where you pulse under his tongue.
“Good girl, thank you for warning me. How close are you?” He presses kisses to your inner thigh, seemingly content to take all the time in the world while you hang on by a fucking thread.
“It’s right there, so close.” You whine, every muscle in your body pulled taut.
“Okay baby, when you can, on your knees.” He taps your thigh lightly before pressing a kiss to your mound.
You take a few long breaths to steady yourself, clear your mind, and let the orgasm slip away before getting into position. It’s hard to concentrate on anything but how charged your whole body is, and when your nipples graze against the silky fabric of his bedspread, it sends a shiver down your spine.
He wastes no time; his big hands land heavy on your hips, pulling you toward his hips, letting you feel the way his cock slips and slides between your legs.
“You ready to take me, honey? Ready for me to stretch your tight little pussy on my cock?” His hands spread you open, and you know he’s staring at where your bodies meet, his thumb dipping into your dripping entrance. He lands a solid crack on your ass, and you jolt.
“Answer me.” His hand smooths the sting away, and you gulp down your excitement.
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s better.” He glides the tip of his cock against your clit for a moment before slipping inside, the sheer size of him pulls a moan from somewhere in your throat. “So fucking wet for me huh, baby, you needed this cock didn’t you?” He fucks you slow, too slow.
“Yes, god yes, more, please.” The sheets near your face dampen with your words, and with your breath, your arms stretch out in front of you, clutching wildly at the sheets. He tuts when you start to push back and fuck yourself harder. Another solid crack sounds through the room, the sting of the spank only heightens your arousal.
“None of that. You’ll take it how I want to give it.” He holds you in place, letting you feel him deep.
You whine. He laughs.
“What’s wrong, baby?” His hands spread you open wider, “You don’t wanna be good for me anymore?” He lands another crack, and more tears slip down your face. “I’m speaking to you. Answer me.”
“David, please.” A sob claws its way out of your mouth. “Please let me come.”
“Colour?”
“Green, but please, I am begging, please sir.” You know in your heart that the game would end if you said yellow or even red. You know it in your gut, but this is the most aroused you’ve ever been in your life. The feeling of him controlling you, of him withholding your orgasm, has you delirious with excitement, and despite the desperation, you want to be good for him.
He starts to move, shallow at first, but he picks up the pace, and soon the wet sounds of his thrusts echo through the apartment. Until he stops again, and you whine pitifully.
His hand moves, and you feel it swipe the arousal upwards from the stretched mouth of your cunt, up towards your asshole, where something wet and warm has landed, and you know it’s his spit again. Your stomach leapt, a dark thrill running through you like a lightning strike.
“Oh god, green,” the moan you let out was obscene, your body a livewire at the way he circles your back door.
“My dirty girl likes that, huh?” He speeds back up, and with a wet press, he breaches the tight ring of muscle, and your world implodes. The orgasm burns through you, your stomach clenching, your cunt fluttering around his cock, your asshole pulsing around his thumb.
He fucks you through it, his thumb in place, his cock a battering ram against your womb, and when you scream in ecstasy, he pulls away.
“Bad girl, I never gave you permission—“ Your body is jelly in his hands, “Now you’re going to get fucked like a bad girl.” He manoeuvres you onto your back, a pillow shoved under your hips and within a minute he’s slipping back inside you. He fucks the thoughts right out of your head, not bothering to wait until you’ve caught your breath. “Now you’re going to take what I give you.” He’s breathing hard, his cock punching into you over and over, one of his hands holding both of yours above your head, the other wrapped around your throat.
Your mind blanks with every thrust, tears slip out, and into your temples in your altered state of euphoria; you might actually be drooling.
He presses his forehead to yours, panting into your mouth for a handful of thrusts before he grinds himself deep.
He shoves his face into the crook of your neck, his hips grinding through the oversensitivity, babbling incoherent words into your ear. Well, they might be incoherent. Or you might have come so hard that you’ve gone deaf. Who knows.
“—pussy milked me dry.” His face is red with his exertion, sweat beading at his temples, a gorgeous flush crawling up his neck.
“Hmm?” You’re in a daze, your body an untethered thing.
“I said—“ he smiles, “Your pussy milked me dry. I almost don’t want to pull out. I want to stay here all night.” He leans in to kiss, and you whimper into his mouth. Relishing how soft it is after—well, that.
“Sounds nice.” Your voice is hoarse, and exhaustion hits you lightning-quick.
“Stay there.” He pulls out with a hiss and moves towards his en suite. You’re not even sure you respond. Your eyes close for a moment, and then something wonderfully cool wipes at the mess between your legs. “Come on, up for a minute, honey.” He pulls you up gently. “Need you to drink some water.” He’s wearing a pair of grey sweats when you sit up, and he presses the bottle to your mouth, gulping it down eagerly. “Drink it all, please, then you can go to the bathroom, and we can cuddle.”
You do as he says, chug the water, head to the bathroom, and take care of your business. Finally rinsing the makeup and tears and spit from off your face before heading back into the now blessedly dark bedroom. He opens the covers for you, and you slip in, craving intimacy but falling asleep as soon as your head hits the wall of his chest.
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You wake to the sound of rain, heavy sheets of it. Lightning strikes, filling the room with a flash of white light, and then the boom comes, and you stretch within the warm comfort of David’s bed. When you turn, he yawns.
“Rain woke me up too.” His voice is soft, sleep ridden. “How did you sleep?” He turns to look at his clock, and it draws your attention. Not yet six am.
“Slept like a rock. I think you fucked me into a coma.” He laughs at this, full throated, and the sound makes you feel warm.
“Come-“ He opens his arms, and you shuffle into them quickly, sighing contentedly into the warmth of his chest. “I want to check in again. What did you like? Any room for improvement on my end?” His hand swept over your back, a soothing stroke from the back of your neck down to your ass and back again.
“No notes, really, it was really good. I don’t think anyone’s ever made me cry with their dick before, in a good way.” You lift your head a little and snuggle into the crook of his neck. “You tease a lot, but I enjoyed it.” He chuckles.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. What about after? Anything I could have done better?”
“Nope, I think I passed out, but good call on the water.” You press a kiss to his neck. “Tell me about yourself.”
“Well, I work for the government. I’m divorced, I have two beautiful daughters who I see every other week, and I have a friendly relationship with my ex wife. My parents are retired, and I have no siblings.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “What about you?”
You tell him about yourself, your work, your family, the important beats of your life, and he listens intently. Eventually though you just get a little antsy, your legs restless while you press yourself closer.
“You need closeness now, hm?” He turns onto his side to face you, “Feeling a little needy?” It isn't asked unkindly. You nod into his shoulder.
“I got you, honey. You did really good for me; made me feel amazing.” He pulls your face up towards his for a kiss, a soft, languid thing that makes you whimper into his mouth. “You’re so warm and soft,” another kiss. “And I don’t ever want you to leave this bed.”
Your hands rub at his back, they pull him closer, needing to feel all of him, and he lets you, continuing to stroke any and all skin available to him. Content to hold you close in the rainy glow of early dawn until exhaustion pulls you down again into the warmth of sleep.
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cw: fem!reader, age gap, fingering, rough teasing, praise
when he got older, before shows, Dave liked to make sure his pace of rhythm was good enough so he could still play all of his old songs with ease. he was getting older, so it only made sense that he wanted to practice his pace for when he had to play guitar.
though… there were definitely more efficient ways to handle this situation. he could’ve done some finger exercises, practiced more on his guitar, basically just anything that would’ve made his playing exceed in speed.
but of course he needed his baby to help. he loved using you for simple, little things.
while backstage, the both of you were just talking and walking together, his arms wrapped around your waist, protecting you from whatever you needed to be protected from.
the show was about to start in about 10 minutes or so, making him a little nervous about his playing.
“what’s wrong?” you ask, immediately seeing Dave tense up at the thought of the concert.
Dave just took your hand and dragged you into an empty room, locking the door and looking back at you, pushing you into a chair.
“what’re you doing, baby?” you giggled a little, petting his hair.
he just shook his head and got on his knees in front of you, giving you no time before yanking your pants off before you gave a muffled scream.
“sh..sh” Dave hushed, spreading your legs wide.
“can i?” he asked, looking up at you with his pretty hazel eyes.
you just nodded, taking deeper breaths, not knowing what he was going to do, but you definitely had an idea.
he nodded before kissing you softly on the back of your hand, spitting on his fingers and running them through your slit, making a whine slip out.
he had a smirk plastered on his lips when he heard the noises coming from you,
he grabbed your legs and pulled you down closer to him, putting his face on your thigh, staring up at you when he slid a finger inside your pussy, then the other.
he looked almost proud of himself when he heard you try to suppress yourself.
“why’re you bein’ so quiet?” he pouted. “don’t want people to know how good i treat my baby?” he smirked when you finally let out a tiny moan.
his fingers were sliding in and out of your pussy slowly, tightening around his thick, calloused fingers.
your hand was gripping into his wrist, while the other was pulling at his hair.
“careful.. okay..?” you mumbled, looking down at the ginger.
“mm..” he chuckled softly before spitting on your cunt. “no promises, sweetheart. you can take what i give you… right?” he hummed while his hand retracted to your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles.
your hands started to get fidgety, gripping his wrist tighter, nails digging into his flesh.
his fingers went faster in and out of you, picking up to a generous speed. every time his fingers slid out, they were covered in your slick, making his pants tighten at the sound and sight.
“feels good?” he questioned and you let out a whine in response.
he smirked, bringing his slick covered fingers to your lips, “be a good girl, and do it.” you were hesitant until his tone caught you off guard.
his fingers slipped into your mouth, sucking them clean, keeping them inside to silence yourself.
he used his other hand to slide though your folds, rubbing your clit in fast movements. his pace was making you squirm all over the place, your legs closing around his hand before he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and slapped your thigh.
“cmon, pretty.. you can take it.” he tried before he forced your legs open, and dipped his head down, fucking his tongue in and out of your pussy.
your moans increased in sound before hearing a bang on the door.
“Mustaine! shows ready, let’s go!” one of the stage managers shouted.
the ginger groaned before slurping your liquids and tapping your ass softly.
“i’ll be back,” he huffed, getting himself together. “i’m not done with you yet, princess.” he smirked before kissing you on the lips gently before leaving the room, giving a little wave when he left.
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Brat Taming/Discipline - Day 2 - Dave Mustaine
Description: You were being a brat and Dave disciplines you.
Pairing: Dave Mustaine x Reader
Warnings: Spanking , orgasm denial and that's all (lmk if i missed something}
You would like to think that you don't know why you're in this predicament , why you're currently bent over boyfriends knee and being spanked . But you know exactly why your in this predicament. You were being a brat . All day you would back talk , stomp your feet and whine . Eventually though , Dave had enough of this and as soon as you two stepped through the door of your shared apartment he dragged you all the way to the bedroom and that's how you got here.
"You wanna apologize for being such a brat the whole day?" he said before spanking me again for the millionth time "no! , you basically just ignored me the whole time at band practice!" SPANK , as he spanked you again and the noise of skin on skin echoed around the room you knew you wouldn't last long. When you looked back , you could see that you ass was red as hell and you could feel the smirk on Dave's face because of the fact that you love be spanked and he knew it. "Do you realize that I have a tour coming up soon , I cant be entertaining you every second of the day" he spat out and you felt a pang of embarrassment from what he said . But just before I was gonna spit out something he beat me to it “count to 20” “o-ok” , SPANK “one” SPANK “two -. As the spanking went on you started to evolve into a whiny mess with tears mixed with mascara ran down my face and you just hoped Dave showed mercy on you. Finally what felt like eternity , you finally reached 20 , when it happened Dave all of a sudden grabbed you by the hair and laid you down on the bed on your stomach . You were ecstatic to see where Dave took this , to see if he would finally fill your hole with his thick cock and hot cum. Whilst you were thinking about it , you felt one of his long fingers enter your already slick hole , as he did that you felt moan after moan come out of your mouth it felt so good , as time went on he added more fingers and it felt heavily the move fingers . A few moments later I felt my legs start to quiver and the knot in your lower stomach started to intensified “oh god I’m about to come daddy!” You practically screamed out , but just as you started to see stars Dave pulled his fingers out and started to get up from his knees.
“What the hell dave , I was so close!” “Sorry gotta go make a call , you know how busy the rockstar life is” Dave shrugged like it was no big deal “you know where the toys are!” he loudly said on his way out , leaving you naked and without a orgasm.
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<3< is kismet :D!/info
UWAAAAA ty for the help....
4 those curious this was the original ask >w< I had no idea what the quadrant was. as always I'm abridging the prompted text to fit in character, nya!!!!!
Dave's brow twitched as he stared at you, wearing yet another ridiculous neon-colored outfit. There was no way in gog those colors even went together—but somehow, you managed to pull it off, and Dave couldn't tell if it pissed him off or made him flush.
"Dude. Do you only have rainbow parade clothes in your closet? You're like a walking talking pride flag right now." Dave leaned against the wall, staring you down through his shades (the only thing sparing his eyes from the sheer brightness of your clothes).
"You're just jealous I look prettier than you!" You said with a giggle, twirling around, your skirt billowing out around you. "You're so mean. Is that your job or something? To be meanies to me?"
"My job is to be cooler than a glass of frozen apple juice. Your full-time, 24/7, 365 day a year job is to annoy me." Dave rolled his eyes as a pout formed on your lips, moving his gaze up to the ceiling, his brow twitching again.
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Hi ! :33 how are you ? Sorry for bothering you ))):
But, please , can i request headcanons with Eridan/gamzee/dave from homestuck, where reader has auto aggression, they scratches their hands until they start to bleed or can hurt themselves in another ways, because they feel guilty for doing a little mistakes?
(sorry if there many grammar mistakes, i use translator)
I hope you have a nice day/night ! :D
I wasn't sure if this was supposed to be poly or separate so I did it separately just to be safe. Let me know if you wanted it the other way
Yandere Eridan, Gamzee, and Dave with an S/O with Autoagression
Eridan
-I don't think he would fully understand what you're doing and what the implications of it are. Even if you tried to explain it, I think he would just use it as fuel for whatever he's trying to believe at that moment.
-I do think he would believe in physical punishments. So if you were to be acting out your urges as soon as you made an action because you felt guilty about something unloving you did towards Eridan, he would likely count you as excused for what you did and try to focus on getting you to stop and instead actually focus love on him.
-If you were doing it for another reason though, he might view it as you trying to guilt trip him and escape, even when that is clearly not the case. He would not put up with that well, and would likely either leave you to your own devices or punish you worse himself. He would also likely threaten you or try to guilt you even more in those situations, and only get more upset when that exacerbates the problem.
-If your autoagression ever manifests as you hurting him with the intention of having him hurt you though, he would not be able to understand that. He would fall into it every time and still not understand why you would act so idiotically.
-If you were to try to punish yourself using autoaggression while he was isolating you, he'd likely be a little confused about it, and thus annoyed. I think he would restrain you, so that you can't hurt yourself while you're in there, mostly just so that he doesn't have to think about it and what it might mean.
-On a more positive note, if you were to directly tell him that you want him to stop you from doing that if he notices, he definitely would even if he doesn't really get why you would do it in the first place.
Gamzee
-Chances are, he also wouldn't fully understand what you're doing unless you tell him. However, he would likely hold you tighter so that you can't reach anything to scratch.
-Even if you tell him, he likely wouldn't understand the deeper thought process, just that he needs to stop you whenever he sees it. You wouldn't even need to tell him to, he just wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.
-He would take care of the wounds you give yourself, even if they're fairly minor. He'd be gentle and caring about it, and would never act like it's truly your fault.
-He would view it fairly neutrally. He wouldn't see much reason or way to fix the deeper issue, but he also would want to stop you from acting on it.
-If you tried to hurt him in order to make him lash out at you, especially if it were out of character for how you usually are, he would likely just sit through it and ignore it. If it got to the point where he couldn't ignore it though, he would just force feed you sopor slime pies.
Dave
-Dave would probably be the only one out of these 3 who is able to actually understand your thought process. As such, he'd be the most sympathetic to it.
-He would also feel a bit guilty for not being able to instantly fix it for you though. He would see any time that you hurt yourself as a failure on his part.
-His guilt applies even more before he kidnaps you, and he'll likely kidnap you sooner just for having this condition. He doesn't want to see you hurt yourself, and he's convinced that if you're with him he can help you more than he could as just a friend or acquaintance.
-He would be nervous about getting you actual therapy though, because he knows how easily they could take you away from him if you told them the right things. He might get you an online therapist of some sort, but he would be in the room during each session. He also might just try simply researching strategies that could help and trying to teach you them so that he doesn't have to risk losing you while helping you improve.
-He would keep you restrained in a position where you can't do anything to yourself until he can find a more permanent solution to get you to stop.
-If you were to try to hurt him to get him to lash out at you, it would never happen. He would remain calm the whole time, because he'd be able to see why you were really doing it. He'd almost encourage you to hurt him instead of yourself, just because he'd rather bear the burden of your guilt than force you to.
-He'd be sure to take care of any wounds you give yourself though, and he'd be extra careful not to hurt you, lest you think it's him showing he's angry at you for something you've done.
-He might try to limit the amount of "mistakes" that you even have the potential to make. He would take over as many of your life functions as he can, so that all you have to do is sit still and be safe for him. It's not very easy to mess things up when your only task is to sit there until he takes you somewhere else.
-He'd also be very careful in how he treats you, sometimes to a patronizing level, to try to make you feel that you haven't done anything wrong. He would likely attach your guilt to his mentally, so it would help him too to have you feel good mentally.
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I originally wrote these as self-insert stories when I was binging Imagination Movers in 2022, but then I decided to try and revise them a little bit into x readers. So now, introducing an Imagination Movers x Reader episode-insert oneshot collection!
#imagination movers#imagination movers x reader#mover scott x reader#mover rich x reader#mover dave x reader#mover smitty x reader#rich x reader#dave x reader#scott x reader#smitty x reader#wattpad#ao3#fanfic#fanfiction#x reader
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Morning fun~ - Male!Reader x William Afton
WARNING!: Smut, Gay, Anal sex, pet names, short AND MORE YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!
M/n woke up with William in his arms. It was currently 4AM and M/n felt horny and naughty for his Love.
‘He is so cute when he sleeps, but I really need him now…’
Very slowly and carefully M/n pulled away from William and then he removed the blanket. He carefully took off his bunny’s boxers and then turned William on his back. He positioned his legs and then he lubed up his fingers and slowly pushed the first one inside William’s hole.
“Mmmnnn…”
M/n smiled softly and the continued to work William open. Soon he had two fingers inside him and scissored him open. William was struggling in his sleep, blushing a slight shade of red and panting with some cute little moans.
“Ah~”
Soon enough M/n pulled out his fingers of his Love’s stretched hole and lubed up his cock and then slowly pushed inside, making William let out a long, drawn out moan.
‘That he is still sleeping… Fascinating~’
Then M/n pulled out and pushed back inside, slowly at first. William gave a few small moans, but it wasn’t enough for M/n, so he went a bit faster and deeper, hitting his prostate.
“Ah~! Mmmnn~!”
‘Much better~’
M/n continued at that pace and after 10 minutes, William came rope after rope with M/n’s name leaving his mouth in a long drawn out moan. M/n would have lied if he would have said that he wasn’t close himself.
After a few more thrusts he shoved himself deep inside William and spurted his cum inside him, moaning quietly.
“Fuck, yes, bunny~”, he whispered.
But he was still hard even after he was done cuming. M/n growled and pulled out slightly, then he fucked William again. Hitting his prostate over and over again, making William moan louder and causing him to slowly wake up.
“Ah~! Ha~! Mmmnnn~!”
William fully woke up when he came a second time, which was 15 minutes later. Not even a second later, M/n came deeply inside him again, but his cock still didn’t soften.
“M-Master…Again, please~”, William asked.
M/n looked and stared at his bunny.
‘He is awake…’
William moved his hips up and alarmed M/n with it to continue. M/n pulled out, making William whimper and turned him onto his right side. M/n laid behind him, lifted up his left leg and then pushed back inside William and moved in and out so fast that his testicles hit his ass cheeks every time, making loud, naughty slapping sounds.
William let some very pornographic, yet slightly quiet moans, slip out.
“Fuck~! Master~! More, please~!”
And more M/n gave William. After 10 more minutes M/n again got William to cum and he filled his bunny’s hole a third time. He finally got soft and pulled out, both panting.
M/n reached into his small dresser next to the bed and pulled out a butt plug. He held his bunny’s left ass cheek open and then pushed the butt plug into his bunny’s cunt, making William widen his eyes and moan again.
“Before you run to work in two hours, you can pull it out, but until then you have to keep it inside, bunny. You know how much I hate my cum not staying where it should be.”
William whimpered slightly, but nodded in understanding. Then the two of them snuggled up and fell back asleep.
-Timeskip-
M/n cooked breakfast for William, Michael, Evan and himself. As soon as the food was done he woke up the kids and they all sat on the dining table. William showered, got dressed for work and pulled out the plug. Nothing came out so far, so it was safe for his sake.
“Dad ?”, Evan asked William softly.
“Yes, Evan ?”
“Why was M/n hitting you ? Did it hurt ? I heard you and you sounded like you were in pain…”
William spat his coffee out and coughed, trying to get his coughing under control. He blushed a deep shade of red.
“You must have dreamt that Evan.”
“Oh…okay…”
Michael just looked at his Father and M/n with a knowing look. He knew they were in a relationship and he knew that what Evan heard was them having Sex.
William quickly ate and then sprung up from his chair.
“Well then I will be off to work. I’ll see you three later. Bye.”
“Will, wait your…”
SLAM !
“…lunch box…”, M/n sighed.
Then he looked at the two kids and smiled.
“Well then finish up and I will bring you to kindergarten and school.”
They nodded and hurried to finish up. Then M/n brought them to their places and then he took the lunch box and made his way over to Fredbear’s.
Masterlist HERE !
#FNaF#Afton Family#William Afton#Male!Reader#William Afton x Reader#William x Reader#Dave x Reader#Dave Miller x Reader#Dave Miller/William Afton#Michael Afton#Evan Afton#Elizabeth was already gone#Smut
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perv!dave 🤔
this is gonna be in the same genre of another ask i got that i'd answered about james earlier. y'all will get it when you read it.
dave thirsting after his girl best friend that he's been with since he was a middle schooler. they used to grow up together and hang out almost every day after school. he'd be the only boy allowed to sleep at your house. winding up on top of you in the middle of the night or with you snuggled into his side.
later as you both grew you watched dave pick up his guitar, jamming to you while you watched with a smile. that one time where you were drunk at a high school party and wound up making out, swearing to never talk about it again. dave's thoughts of what it would be like to kiss your lips turning into wondering what your lips would look like around his cock. nights of him rutting his body into his bed, humping a pillow or his hand while he thinks of what it would feel like to fuck you.
getting back from his first tour to see how much you've changed, having really grown into yourself. eyeing your ass in your jeans when you bend over to get beers from the fridge. feeling your tits pressed up against him when he hugs you. touching himself to the thought of fucking those pretty tits that night until he cums all over himself.... not being able to satisfy himself no matter what he watches or looks at bc it's not your pussy or your mouth...
#asks and replies#dave mustaine#megadeth#metallica#dave mustaine smut#dave mustaine fanfiction#dave x reader#dave mustaine x reader
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Could you do a karkat, sollux or dave x childhood friend!reader? maybe with some pining to spice things up? (I've really enjoyed reading your scenarios so far!!!!)
Hope that the "so far" part will continue!
Karkat, Sollux and Dave crushing on their childhood friend
Reader here is gender neutral
Karkat
Falling for a childhood friend, if that wasn't done over million times in the romcoms he watched.
He felt dumb for letting this trope catch him. I mean of course, having a relationship with someone last so long and it being funded on just enjoying each other's company by the start which transformed into mutual trust and respect to the point now that any romantic feelings won't make you feel like you need to be perfect to be accepted since you've seen all kinds of sides over the years you've known each other- sounds pretty nice.
But it's not like he can be with you. He imagines it often thanks to his cursed thinkpan working on it's own like that for no reason. But actually living these "dreams"..? He can't really help but think it's not a good idea.
It's just that it feels weird. You've been through a lot, and it just feels unreal that your relationship could possibly be something "more" only different.
Although there is desire for change... He likes how things are now.
Sollux
With Sollux you either perfectly know what's on his mind, or the complete opposite.
He's a jerk, especially to you. Frankly spending your childhood together only gave him more ways to tease you and bring up the most embarrassing stories when you were younger at the worst times.
But in the end he won't deny his obvious soft spot for you. He's not about pretending he doesn't care about you.
What he will deny is the possibility of him having feelings for you... While also joking about it being the case for you.
He wouldn't go into too much detail but the "you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid" is a line you could hear plenty of times during any small argument really.
He wishes it was the case. But he doesn't plan on confessing or "forcing" his feelings onto you.
But man, if you ever notice his huge crush he'd honestly be impressed how long it took for you to notice. You'd have to get a trophy for that... Still it's unlikely to happen.
Dave
He always had the same opinion about you. You were cool, fun and you just get him. Like woah calm down there because he might fall for you.
... which definitely isn't the case now.
His biggest mistake was mentioning it to Rose once, he didn't even get into detail. Just slipped up a minor one and it ended with him getting free typical Rose psychology analysis.
Her advice was good, but he just didn't want to talk about it. He liked you a lot, but he was more than okay with leaving things as they are.
You're buddies since forever. And it's not like he'd see much change if you'd actually date. Other than him being romantic in the most lame way for irony purpose.
Which normally should be his sign to go for it since there isn't a lot he can lose. But with Rose knowing it all, he definitely won't be able to pretend that he isn't madly in love with you.
She'd keep teasing him about it. Glance at him whenever he's talking to you. But he just wasn't ready to say it. Not yet.
~Mod Auvana
#karkat vantas#homestuck karkat#karkat#karkat vantas x reader#karkat hs#hs karkat#sollux homestuck#homestuck sollux#sollux captor#sollux#sollux x reader#solluxander#dave homestuck#homestuck dave#dave strider#dave x reader#dave hs#hs dave
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Between Us
Dave Lizewski x reader x Todd Haynes
Summary: “I… I can’t choose.” “But… what does that mean?” he asked, leaning forward a little without even realizing it. “I mean…” You stopped, searching for the right words, even though your mind seemed unable to process anything beyond their proximity. “I mean I like both of you. In different ways, maybe, but… I can’t imagine choosing just one.”
Warnings: explicit language, mention of jealousy, mention of possession, multiple kisses, unconventional relationship dynamics, provocative language, light smut, sexual tension
A/N: I would be mentally, physically and emotionally incapable of choosing just one
my beloved @gingerteafairy, thank you for our conversations - seriously, girl, I love you <333
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The evening was supposed to be relaxed, but Marty’s absence changed the tone of everything. You, Dave, and Todd were inseparable, and Marty, with his easygoing and carefree manner, always served as a kind of natural mediator for the other two. But now, as you walked towards Todd’s house, it was impossible to ignore the nervousness that was growing in your chest. Without Marty there to cushion the interactions, it would be just you in the middle of Dave and Todd—the two so different, yet equally irresistible. The thought already made the butterflies in your stomach dance.
The couch seemed even smaller than usual. You were squeezed between them, feeling the heat of their bodies so close. To your left, Dave, with his dark curls and blue eyes shining behind his glasses, held the bowl of popcorn with both hands, his fingers brushing against your arm with every movement. To the right, Todd, all relaxed with his messy brown hair and dimples marking his smile as he leaned casually on the couch, his knee almost touching your leg. There seemed to be not enough space for everyone, and the proximity created a palpable tension.
"Okay, let's settle this once and for all: better mentor—Batman or Superman?" Todd asked, with that challenging tone and a smile that seemed to carry a hint of provocation.
"Batman, for sure," Dave answered without hesitation, adjusting his glasses. He turned slightly towards you, as if seeking support in your answer. "He's a strategist, he has resources, he trains people. He doesn't rely on powers. It's about discipline, sacrifice."
Todd laughed, leaning forward and bringing his face even closer to yours. "Oh, right, because being a traumatized millionaire is super inspiring," he said mockingly, and the glint in his dark eyes was almost hypnotizing. "Superman, without a doubt. He's genuine, he really cares about people, and he doesn't need all that paraphernalia to be amazing."
You tried to focus on the discussion, but it was hard when the two seemed to be fighting for your attention with every sentence. Dave's gaze was steady and almost intense, while Todd's had that easygoing charm that made your heart race.
"I… I think they both have valid points," you said, trying to sound neutral, but the hesitation in your voice betrayed your nervousness.
"Oh, there's no point in avoiding the issue," Todd teased, smiling as he lightly patted your leg, his hand staying there a second longer than necessary. "C'mon, you know you're Superman."
"Don't let that get to you," Dave intervened, his voice calm but filled with a seriousness that made you stare at him for a moment. "Think about what really makes sense. It's not just about sympathy."
You tried to laugh to lighten the mood, but your mind was elsewhere. The proximity of the two of them, the looks, the small touches… It was as if each gesture was loaded with a tension that you didn't know how to deal with. For a moment, you let yourself be carried away by your daydreams — Dave holding your hand sweetly, his eyes shining behind his glasses as he whispered something that only you could hear. Or Todd, with that carefree smile, leaning his forehead against yours and making you laugh at something silly before losing yourself in his warm gaze.
The sound of the movie brought you back to reality, and your face heated up as you realized the direction your thoughts had taken. You quickly looked away to the TV, but not before noticing that Dave was watching you attentively, as if trying to decipher what you were thinking.
"Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice low and full of concern as he leaned in slightly.
"Yeah, sure," you answered hastily, but you felt Todd chuckle softly beside you.
"Yeah, but now you're blushing," Todd commented, his dimples showing off his smile. "Or did Batman make you like that?"
"It's nothing," you repeated, trying to sound more convincing, but it was useless. The tension in the air felt palpable, and Dave and Todd's close proximity made your mind race in all the wrong directions—or maybe right, depending on how you looked at it. Dave's arm behind you was a constant warm presence, and his fingers always seemed on the verge of brushing the back of your neck, sending subtle shivers that you pretended to ignore. On the other side, Todd maintained his relaxed posture, but his knee pressed lightly against your leg said something else, a small gesture that seemed much bigger in this context.
“Relax, we’re just teasing you,” Todd said, an easy smile on his lips as he reached out to grab a handful of popcorn. The movement brought your shoulder up against his, and the warmth of the contact made you hold your breath for a moment. He seemed to notice, and he glanced at you sideways, somewhere between amused and… attentive.
“It’s no big deal, you know,” Dave added, his voice a little softer. “You might like Superman better. But then… you’d be wrong.” He laughed lightly, and the sound made something in your chest tighten. He had that shy, awkward way about him, but when he spoke with confidence, it was impossible not to notice. He adjusted his glasses quickly, his eyes fixed on the screen for a few seconds before shifting to you.
You tried to focus on the movie, but his every move seemed amplified. The way Dave shifted his weight from side to side, his knee pressing into the couch and leaning slightly toward your side, or the way Todd casually rested his arm on the side of your leg, his fingers almost touching your bare thigh. It was all more intense than it should have been.
When you shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, you ended up relaxing a little and leaning back, letting your shoulders lightly brush against theirs. The closeness was inevitable, but now you could no longer ignore the way their bodies felt so close, so warm. You tried to rationalize it—they were your friends, it was just the tight couch, nothing major. But your heart had another opinion, beating faster with each small movement they made.
Todd leaned forward to reach for the remote on the coffee table, and the movement caused his arm to brush against yours with a gentleness too deliberate to be accidental. "I think the next movie has a really clichéd kissing scene," he commented casually, but there was a hint of teasing in his tone that made your skin crawl.
Dave looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously? What movie doesn't have a kissing scene?" He tried to sound nonchalant, but there was a subtle stiffness in his posture that didn't go unnoticed.
"Oh, I don't know," Todd replied, shrugging with that annoyingly charming smile. "Some people like that kind of thing. I can tell who." His gaze met yours for a moment, and you felt your face heat up, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking.
You let out a nervous laugh, trying to divert attention from yourself. "Oh, please, that's like… mandatory in any movie," you muttered, feeling the weight of both their gazes on you.
When the fateful scene finally arrived, you held your breath. On the screen, the characters exchanged intense glances before kissing, and the mood in the room seemed to change instantly. The silence that followed was so heavy that you could swear you could hear the sound of hearts beating—including your own. Todd and Dave’s gazes were fixed on the screen, but you knew they were aware of the tension, too. How could they not be? The room felt smaller, the couch tighter, and the air heavier.
Without thinking, you shifted slightly, trying to ease the pressure of the moment, but ended up pushing your knee against Todd’s, who glanced at you quickly, a smile on the corner of his lips. “Enjoyed the scene, huh?” he teased, but his voice was huskier than usual.
“It’s just… well done,” you replied, swallowing hard.
Dave shifted beside you, adjusting his glasses again, his dark curls falling over his forehead as he looked down at you. “Clichés can be good sometimes,” he said, his voice low but filled with something that seemed deeper. “It depends on how they’re done.”
The silence between you felt alive, almost pulsing, as the movie scene played out, but no one was really paying attention. Your heart was pounding, and you knew it wasn’t because of the dramatic soundtrack on the screen. Every movement they made around you seemed choreographed to move you. The light brush of Todd’s arm against yours, the almost casual adjustment of Dave’s body to your side—it all felt calculated, even though you knew it probably wasn’t. Or was it?
“So…” Todd broke the silence, his tone playful but with something more underlying. He looked at you, his dark eyes shining with that carefree charm that seemed so natural to him. “If that were you on screen, who would you kiss?”
You nearly choked on the popcorn you weren’t even eating. “What?” Your nervous laugh came out more like a sob, and you tried to look away, but his face was so close, and Dave’s expression on the other side was just as intriguing.
“Between the two of us,” Todd continued, shifting slightly forward, his elbows resting on his knees, the closeness creating a tension that was impossible to ignore. “Who would you kiss?”
Dave shifted beside you, clearing his throat. “Seriously, man? What kind of question is that?” He tried to sound casual, but there was something in his voice, something that gave him away. He looked at you with those clear blue eyes, like he wanted you to say something—or maybe say nothing at all.
“Oh, come on,” Todd insisted, his smile growing, but his eyes fixed on you with intensity. “It’s just a question. Friendly. We’re friends, right?”
You laughed again nervously, your hand automatically going to your hair as you tried to stall for time. “I… don’t know. That’s… weird.” But your mind was far from neutral. The idea of kissing either of them—both of them, if you were being honest with yourself—was something you had definitely considered, even if it was just a passing thought. Or not so passing.
Todd chuckled softly, but this time it sounded softer, almost like he was challenging you. “Okay, let’s make this easier. Have you ever kissed anyone?”
The question took you by surprise, and it took you a second to answer. “I have… I mean, yes. Once or twice.” Your voice came out lower than you intended, and you felt heat rise up your neck.
“Me too,” Todd replied casually, leaning back and resting his head on the couch again. “Nothing too serious, you know? Just… experimenting.”
Dave was silent for a moment, and you could tell he was nervous. His curls looked messier than usual, and he fidgeted with his glasses before speaking. "I… never, actually. Not really, anyway."
The room grew even quieter, if that was possible. Without realizing it, your eyes drifted to his lips, pink and soft, achingly inviting. He tried to hide it with an awkward shrug, his cheeks flushing as he caught your gaze. "It's never happened. Not with anyone who… mattered."
"Wait," you began before you could stop yourself, your voice sounding louder than you intended. "Never? Really?"
He nodded, and there was something so honest, so vulnerable in his expression, that it made your heart clench. You felt the words slip out before you could process them. "I could… you know. I could be your first kiss."
The atmosphere in the room changed instantly. Dave looked at you as if he wasn't sure he'd heard you right, his lips parted in surprise, and Todd, on the other side, sat up straighter, his smile fading for a moment.
"Would you do that?" Dave asked, his voice lower, almost hesitant.
“Sure,” you replied, trying to sound casual but feeling the words tremble on your lips. “That’s what friends are for, isn’t it?”
The silence after Dave’s confession felt almost tangible, so thick you could feel it in the air around you. Todd broke the tension with a soft laugh, but unlike any previous teasing, there was no cynicism there. It was almost… curious, as if he was genuinely interested in what was coming next.
“So you’re really going to kiss him?” he asked, his eyes fixed on you, filled with something that made your breath catch. It wasn’t just curiosity; it was intensity, desire. He was watching your every move, as if he wished he were in Dave’s place.
Your face burned, and you looked away, only to be met with the restless blue of Dave’s eyes. He looked just as nervous as you, but there was something else there too: anticipation. And maybe a little newfound courage.
“If he wants to…” you mumbled, your voice barely audible, biting your lip in anticipation.
“I want to,” Dave replied immediately, surprising even himself. He took off his glasses, tossing them on the coffee table, a gesture that should have seemed awkward but only made your heart race even more. “I mean, if you want to too.”
You nodded, almost mechanically, and then came the moment of truth. The two of you began to shift, trying to adjust yourselves on the tiny couch. Todd’s arm brushed against yours as he leaned in slightly, clearly not wanting to miss anything. Knowing he would watch this made your heart skip a beat.
“Let me give you some space,” Todd said, his voice low but still filled with that intense curiosity. He leaned back, his eyes never leaving you. You felt every inch of the couch, every brush of fabric, every ragged breath.
Dave turned his body toward you, and you did the same, your knees almost touching. Your hands were shaking a little, so you rested them on the couch to hide it. His gaze met yours, and for a moment, everything seemed to stop.
You were the one who moved first, your fingers gently cupping his cheek as you moved even closer, until there was no space between you.
The first touch of his lips was shy, hesitant. You felt his softness and caution, and your heart skipped a beat. You pressed your lips more firmly against his, your tongue asking for entry to venture into his mouth. Dave seemed to relax, leaning in more, returning the kiss with a confidence you never imagined he had.
You sighed against his lips, the world around you disappearing as he held your waist firmly, pulling you closer. Your hands found his shoulders, and suddenly you were on his lap, without even realizing how it had happened. The kiss was no longer shy. It was intense, almost desperate, as if you had both been waiting for this moment without knowing it.
You moaned against his mouth as you felt his hands grip your ass, pressing you tighter against him. Shit, how could he say he’d never kissed anyone? Your fingers quickly found his curls, tugging at them until you heard a scratchy noise in his throat.
You could barely think, barely breathe, but none of that mattered. You lost yourself in the warmth of his body, in the way he seemed to hold you like he’d never let you go.
A soft sound made you open your eyes suddenly, and there was Todd, clearing his throat slightly. You pulled away from Dave, both of you still breathing heavily, and looked at Todd. He was leaning forward again, his dark eyes fixed on you, shining with something that seemed like a mix of teasing and pent-up desire. You felt overly aware of your own body, your face hot as you realized Dave’s hands were still on your ass, but you did nothing to push them away.
“So,” Todd began, his tone light but with a hint of something that made your stomach churn, he shifted uncomfortably on the couch. "If you had to choose, I think Dave would be your choice, don't you?"
You remained in Dave’s lap, the feel of his hands around you almost comforting. But Todd’s words made your heart beat faster in a different way. You looked up at him, your lips still tingling from the kiss, and spoke before you could stop yourself.
“I’d kiss you too,” you said, your voice low but clear. “If you just asked.”
Todd’s eyes darkened immediately, and you saw a slow smile form on his lips, revealing those adorable dimples that always got to you. Dave was silent, but you could feel the tension in his body, as if he was processing what he had just heard.
Todd kept his gaze fixed on you, his expression filled with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. He tilted his head slightly to the side, as if trying to comprehend what you had just said. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice deep and lower than usual, filled with a tension that you could feel in the air.
Your heart felt like it wanted to escape your chest, but you held his gaze, even as your cheeks burned with embarrassment and anticipation. You nodded, almost imperceptibly, before blurting out, in a whisper that seemed too loud in the silence, “Ask.”
The word hung between you like a challenge, like something you couldn’t take back. Todd chuckled softly, a deep sound that reverberated through the cramped couch. “Okay,” he said, leaning forward a little. “Then kiss me.”
Your stomach knotted with anxiety and excitement as you slid off Dave’s lap, feeling slight tremors in your legs. Todd’s eyes were fixed on you, following every movement as if he were under a spell. Dave, on the other side, remained silent, but the weight of his gaze was almost tangible.
When you were finally in front of Todd, kneeling on the couch, he gripped your waist firmly, pulling you onto his lap with an ease that made your heart race. Unlike Dave, Todd didn’t hesitate. He held you as if he already knew exactly what he wanted to do, and the first touch of his lips was intense.
You sighed, still tasting Dave in your mouth as Todd kissed you. His hands quickly moved down to your hips, adjusting you on his lap until you were straddling him.
You could hardly believe what was happening. Todd’s grip was different—firmer, more possessive. His hands slid around your waist, holding you with a confidence that made your entire body respond, as if you were made to be there.
The kiss was deep, almost desperate, and the world around you disappeared in a blur. You felt the heat of his body, the way he tilted his head to intensify the contact, the way he made you writhe on his lap.
His hand slid around your waist, without hesitation before squeezing your breast. Your thin bra offered no resistance against the heat of his fingers. “Todd,” you whimpered, feeling something flare inside you when he grunted his approval.
Your mind was spinning, torn between the intensity of the moment and the disbelief that this was actually happening.
When you opened your eyes for a moment, trying to catch your breath, you saw Dave watching you. He was fascinated, his lips slightly parted. His expression was a mix of surprise and… something else.
You didn’t have much time to process. Todd took advantage of the moment to slide his other hand to your hip, pulling you even closer. You didn’t protest, returning to the kiss with redoubled intensity, your hips moving against his every now and then unconsciously. The kiss didn’t have the same softness as Dave’s. It was intense, almost rough, but in a way that made you lose yourself completely.
You didn’t know how much time had passed. All you knew was that when you finally pulled away, the silence seemed even more deafening. Todd’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his dark eyes fixed on hers, as if trying to read every thought that passed through her mind.
And then came Dave’s voice, breaking the spell. “So… him too, huh?”
You blinked, your lips still tingling from the kiss, and turned to face Dave. He didn’t look angry or hurt, but the intensity in his gaze was hard to ignore. You opened your mouth to respond, but the words didn’t come out. Todd chuckled again, sliding his hands to rest on your waist.
“Let her breathe, Dave,” he said, his tone casual but still filled with something that made your skin crawl.
The silence in the room was so thick it felt like a physical presence. You could feel the heat of Todd’s hands still resting on your waist, and at the same time, Dave’s gaze burning into you. You didn’t dare look directly at him; you knew your mind was already a mess and that staring into those vibrant blue eyes would only make things worse.
Todd, on the other hand, seemed more relaxed, but the tension in his shoulders gave away that he was just as affected as you were. The way he held you, as if he was trying to memorize the moment, made your heart beat even faster.
Dave was the first to break the silence. “So… you really don’t have a favorite?” His voice was low, almost hesitant, as if he were treading unfamiliar territory.
You felt your face heat up even more. It was almost impossible to believe you were having this conversation, but after what had just happened, pretending nothing had changed seemed ridiculous.
“I… I can’t choose.” The confession came out in a whisper, and you almost wished you could swallow the words back. But it was the truth. “It’s impossible.”
Todd arched an eyebrow, a slow smile forming on his lips. “Impossible, huh?” He seemed to be enjoying seeing you so nervous, but his eyes didn’t give a lie. There was something else there, something deeper that he wasn’t willing to hide.
Dave, on the other hand, looked conflicted. He shifted on the couch, as if trying to find a comfortable position—and failing miserably. “But… what does that mean?” he asked, leaning forward a little without even realizing it.
His approach didn’t go unnoticed. You felt the space between the three of you shrink even further, the heat from your bodies almost suffocating. Todd seemed to notice it too, but he didn’t say anything, just kept his hands firmly on you, as if he was marking his territory.
“I mean…” You stopped, searching for the right words, even though your mind seemed unable to process anything beyond their proximity. “I mean I like both of you. In different ways, maybe, but… I can’t imagine choosing just one.”
The admission hung in the air like a bomb about to explode. Dave opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your throat dry.
Todd, however, laughed softly, the sound making your skin crawl. “So you’re saying we both have a chance?” He tilted his head to the side, as if challenging you.
“I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice barely audible. “I just know I like you. Both of you. And it confuses me, because… because I don’t know how to deal with it.”
Dave finally spoke, his voice firmer this time. “What if you didn’t have to choose?”
Your heart almost stopped. What did he mean by that? The look in his eyes left no doubt: he was serious. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that made your chest hurt, but also something that seemed determined, like he had already accepted the idea before you had.
Todd let out a short laugh, but it didn’t seem like he was mocking. He looked at Dave, then back at you, his eyes shining with something you couldn’t quite decipher. “That sounds like an interesting idea.”
You felt the air leave your lungs in a shaky breath. The couch felt even smaller, their bodies pressed against yours, each movement sending shocks through your body.
Dave, without realizing it, had moved even closer, until he was right next to Todd. His hand hovered in the air for a moment before landing softly on your leg, tracing lazy half circles on your thigh that made your skin crawl.
“Are you serious?” you asked, your voice thick with nervousness and disbelief.
Dave nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Yeah. Maybe… maybe we don’t have to do this the traditional way.”
The intensity of the moment seemed to overwhelm every one of your senses. The heat of Todd’s body pressed against yours, his hands firm on your waist, and Dave’s gaze burning into your face were almost too much to bear. And yet, there was something incredibly addictive about the charged atmosphere, as if you had fallen into a fever dream you didn’t want to wake up from.
Dave seemed to hesitate for a moment, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of nervousness and determination. But you couldn’t wait any longer. Before you could regret it, you leaned toward him, one of your hands landing on his shoulder as you pulled him into a kiss, never leaving Todd’s lap.
His lips were soft, hesitant at first, as if he was still trying to figure out what was happening. But that only lasted for a moment. As soon as Dave felt the firmness of your mouth against his, he seemed to gain confidence. The kiss deepened, becoming more intense. His hand moved up to your face, his fingers tracing your jaw in a touch that sent waves of heat through your body.
And even as you lost yourself in the kiss with Dave, Todd’s presence could not be ignored. His hands on you seemed almost possessive, his thumbs making lazy circles on your skin, as if he wanted to remind you that he was there too. The contrast between the two of them was mind-blowing: Dave’s gentle touch, the almost desperate kiss, and Todd’s steady strength, keeping you anchored in the moment.
And it was somewhat impossible to ignore the growing bulge in his pants, pressed deliciously against your pussy.
When you finally pulled away from Dave, your breath was caught in your throat, your lips tingling with the intensity of the kiss. Your eyes met his, so blue and intense that you almost lost yourself again.
But there was no time to process anything. Before you could even catch your breath, Todd was in motion. He leaned forward, his hand rising to the base of your neck as he pulled you into a kiss of his own.
The initial shock gave way to a wave of electricity that coursed through your body. Todd’s kiss was completely different: firm, almost fierce, as if he were trying to claim something he thought was his. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t leave room for doubt. The hand on the back of your neck held you in place, while the other squeezed your breast, his thumb teasing the hardened nipple.
You couldn’t help it. A gasp escaped your throat, and you leaned even further against him, your fingers gripping Todd’s shirt as you tried to find some kind of balance. Your body felt incandescent, as if every cell was vibrating with the intensity of the moment.
And at the same time, you still felt Dave. His gaze was palpable, burning into your skin, and when you opened your eyes for a brief second, you found him watching you with something between fascination and desire. It was impossible to ignore the tension he carried too, the way his hands were clenched into fists on the couch, as if he was fighting the urge to pull you back.
Todd finally pulled away, but not completely. He rested his forehead against yours, his heavy breathing mingling with yours. “What now?” he murmured, his voice husky, filled with something that made your heart race even faster.
You had no answer. Or maybe you did, but you were lost in the heat of them, in the whirlwind of emotions that seemed too much to bear.
It was Dave who broke the silence, his voice low and filled with something that seemed to be a mix of nervousness and determination. “This isn’t just a game to me.”
You stared at him, his words piercing through the fog in your mind. He sounded so vulnerable, so sincere, that it made something inside you clench. But before he could say anything, Todd spoke, his voice filled with quiet confidence.
“Not even for me.”
The weight of their words fell on you, almost overwhelming. It was impossible to deny how attracted you were to both of them, how being between them felt… right. Even if it was insane. Even if it was something you had never imagined.
“I…” You began, but your voice faltered. You looked from one to the other, feeling the intensity of their gazes, feeling as if you were in the middle of something much bigger than you could comprehend. “I…” you began again, feeling your throat dry, the words stuck somewhere between your mind and your lips. You looked at Todd, whose hand was still firmly on yours, as if he feared you would disappear. Then at Dave, who looked so vulnerable and, at the same time, filled with an intensity that made your skin tingle.
“How… how would this work?” you finally asked, your voice low, almost a whisper, as if you didn’t want to break the moment. But the question was there, hanging in the air between you, filled with tension, anticipation and something you barely dared to name.
Todd arched an eyebrow, a slow, almost challenging smile curving his lips. "Do you really want to know?" he asked, his tone low and heavy, as his fingers traced lazy circles on your waist.
Dave swallowed hard, but nodded. "Yeah… I think we need to talk about it. If… if everyone is really thinking the same thing."
You laughed softly, almost in disbelief, tasting the kisses still fresh in your mouth. "I can't stop thinking about it. How you guys taste… how it feels… right." The words slipped out before you could stop them, and a blush quickly rose to your face.
Todd let out a low laugh, somewhere between amused and pleased. "Then we're on the same page."
Dave looked less sure, but his hand moved toward yours, his fingers brushing against yours. The touch was hesitant, but full of meaning, as if he was trying to find the courage to move forward. "I just… I want to make sure this is something you want too. That we all want."
You looked from one to the other, your heart racing. "I do. But… what about you?"
Todd leaned in closer, his eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that stole your breath. "I think my actions have made that pretty clear."
Dave shook his head, a small, almost shy smile curving his lips. "Yeah. I do. But I haven't… I've never done anything like this before."
"Me either," you admitted, a blush heating your face.
Todd let out an amused sigh. "Well, it seems I'm the only one here who's ever thought outside the box. But it doesn't have to be complicated."
As he spoke, you noticed the three of them were leaning toward each other without realizing it, as if the growing tension was pulling them closer. The heat of their bodies around you was almost suffocating, but in a good way, in a way that made your skin crawl, as if the blood in your veins had been replaced by liquid fire.
“So… what happens now?” you asked, your voice low, almost trembling with anticipation.
Todd opened his mouth to answer, but Dave was quicker. He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that quickly gained intensity. You felt his hands cup your face, his touch firm but incredibly tender.
But before you could completely lose yourself in the kiss, you felt Todd move. His hands on your waist gently pushed you back onto the couch. The newly imposed distance made a complaint arise in your mind, but it was quickly replaced by a sigh as you felt him position himself behind you. In ecstasy, you realized that you were trapped between them. The couch creaked in response, but no one showed concern.
You wrapped your arms around Dave’s neck, feeling his chest crush your breasts. You were still kissing him when Todd pressed his lips against the curve of your neck. Your back pressed firmly against his chest.
The world seemed to spin. You couldn’t separate one sensation from the other—the heat of Dave’s kiss, the firmness of Todd’s touch, the two merging into a whirlwind that made your head spin. When Dave finally pulled away, panting, it was Todd who took his place, pulling you into a kiss that was completely different: firm, full of control, but equally devastating.
The moment Dave’s lips brushed Todd’s was like time had stopped. Neither of you moved, your eyes wide as surprise hung in the air. You held your breath, feeling the weight of tension triple around you. There were no words, just the muffled sound of rapid breathing and the heat of your bodies so close together.
“That… was…” Todd began, but the sentence trailed off, replaced by a low sigh. He looked disconcerted, his eyes fixed on Dave, but there was no hostility there. Only confusion and something that felt like… curiosity.
Dave, for his part, looked equally stunned, the blush rising quickly to his face. “I… didn’t mean to,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible, full of embarrassment.
But Todd, instead of responding with words, let out a short, husky laugh, more of a whisper than an actual sound. “Relax, man. It was just an accident,” he said, but there was something about the way he looked at Dave—a mix of teasing and consideration that made him seem far more intrigued than he should have been.
You watched them, feeling trapped between them, both physically and emotionally. Their closeness was almost suffocating, but in a way that made your skin tingle. “Are you guys okay?” you asked, trying to diffuse the rising tension, but your own voice came out low and shaky, betraying what you really felt.
Todd looked at you, then back at Dave, before letting out a deep sigh. “Yeah. We’re fine.” He raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on you now. “What about you?”
“I… don’t know,” you admitted, laughing nervously, leaning against Todd’s chest as you tried to catch your breath. “This is all very… intense.”
Dave ran a hand through his hair, clearly still processing what had just happened. But instead of pulling away, he leaned in closer, his eyes searching yours. “But… well, it doesn’t feel wrong. Does it?”
You shook your head slowly, feeling your heart hammer in your chest. “No. It doesn’t.”
And, as if your words had broken some invisible barrier, Dave leaned in again, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that felt more urgent this time. His hands slid down your body, leaving a trail that seemed to burn your skin, before settling back on your ass, squeezing hard enough to make a moan bubble past your lips.
Before you could pull away, you felt Todd’s hands on your waist again, firm and warm, deliberately moving up until they cupped your soft breasts, kneading them gently through your thin blouse. The couch felt too small to hold all of you, your bodies moving together in an awkward but harmonious rhythm.
When Dave finally pulled away, panting, it was Todd who took his place, turning your face back for a kiss that was completely different—firmer, more demanding, almost as if he were trying to prove something. His hands teased your aching nipples, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
And then, before you could completely lose yourself in him, Dave was there again. The initial shock seemed to have faded, replaced by a strange, silent acceptance. They didn’t talk about what it meant, just went with the flow of the moment, the touches and kisses becoming a language of their own.
When you were too breathless, lost in the feeling of an insistent poke in your belly and another in your ass, your eyes closed for a moment. Just registering the moment, the way the heat had enveloped your body, the way you were deliciously pressed against each other.
“This is… insane,” you murmured between kisses, your voice broken by sighs as you tried to keep up with their movements.
“Maybe,” Todd replied, his voice low and husky against your ear. “But it feels right.”
Dave nodded, his fingers still firmly on your ass, adjusting it against his own growing bulge in his pants. "I never imagined… but, yes. It feels right." The three of you moved as if they were one, a tangle of hands and mouths, each touch, each kiss charged with an intensity that bordered on delirious.
You felt as if you were floating, trapped in a whirlwind of emotions and sensations that you couldn't and didn't want to control. Their tastes mixed together, their touches were a perfect blend of firmness and care, and the world around you disappeared completely. There was no room for doubt or regret—only the growing heat between you and the certainty that, somehow, it all made sense.
The insistent sound of a cell phone vibrating cut through the heavy air of kisses and panting breaths, but no one really seemed to care. Todd’s lips were on the curve of your neck, leaving kisses that sent shivers down your spine, while Dave held your face in a firm hand, his fingers brushing the line of your jaw as his lips took yours again.
You tried to focus, but the constant vibration seemed to grow louder and louder, almost like a reminder that was impossible to ignore. “My… my phone,” you managed to mumble, but your voice came out low, almost breathless, lost between the ringing and the heat radiating from both of them.
Dave let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a protest, his lips leaving yours just enough to murmur against your skin, “Ignore it.”
Still, you reached out with difficulty, trying to find the phone, while their caresses made it difficult to even breathe.
“Let it ring,” Todd suggested, his voice husky and low against your skin, as he left a soft bite on the side of your neck.
Dave let out a small laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “It shouldn’t be that important,” he added, but the intensity of his lips returning to meet yours told you he clearly didn’t care.
You finally managed to pull out your phone, and the name on the screen made your stomach sink for a moment: Dad. Taking a deep breath—or at least trying to, because Todd hadn’t yet taken his lips off of you—you answered. “H-hey,” you managed to say, but the word came out in a shaky whisper, your voice cracking with the heat in your body.
“Daughter? Is everything okay? You seem out of breath,” your father said on the other end of the line, concerned.
“Yeah,” you replied, your voice slurred and shaky as Todd took the moment to place another kiss on your neck, this time with a teasing bite that made you let out a small muffled sound before you could stop yourself. Dave arched an eyebrow, a lazy smile on his lips. “I’m… I’m at Todd’s,” you said quickly, trying to sound casual, but your heavy breathing gave you away.
“Are his parents there?” your father asked, a hint of suspicion in his tone.
You hesitated for a moment, but felt Todd smile against your skin before whispering, "Say yes."
"Yes," you lied, the word coming out too quickly. "They're… t-they're in the... living room," you finished, stuttering slightly as Dave ran his hand down your side, his fingers tracing a warm line on your skin.
Your father seemed to consider the answer for a moment before continuing. "I just wanted to let you know that your uncle is here. He came as a surprise and really wants to see you. Come home when you can."
"My uncle?" you asked, your mind in a haze. Todd's soft bite on your neck and Dave's lips brushing your collarbone made it impossible to fully focus. "Oh… sure. I'll… I'll come back," you said, but the words came out broken, almost like a sigh, which only seemed to heighten the interest in Todd and Dave's eyes.
"Is everything really okay, honey? You're sounding… weird," your father observed, his tone more serious now.
"Yes, I'm… tired," you replied, trying to sound convincing, but another sigh escaped when Dave pressed a firmer kiss to your shoulder, and you had to bite your lip to hold back any sound.
"Okay, then come back soon. Don't be long," he said before hanging up.
You dropped your phone on the couch with a shaky hand, trying to compose yourself as Todd tilted his face up, his eyes shining with mischief. “You lied so well,” he teased, his voice low and full of amusement.
“I could barely speak,” you admitted breathlessly, your lips still tingling from the kisses.
“Maybe because we didn’t let you,” Dave said, smiling as he tilted his head for another kiss, his fingers already firmly on your waist.
“I have to go,” you murmured, though you weren’t sure if you believed it.
“Do you really?” Todd asked, his fingers stroking the back of your neck slowly and deliberately.
You didn’t answer. Or maybe you couldn’t, because Dave pulled you closer, and soon you were lost in them again, every touch, every kiss, making it seem like the world outside that couch didn’t exist.
The knowledge that you had to go was coming back like a slow but inevitable tide. You were there, between them, each kiss and touch so captivating that the world seemed to have stopped. Still, the weight of the cell phone in your hand and your father's voice echoed in your mind, reminding you that you had to get out of that feverish paradise.
With an effort that seemed almost superhuman, you began to move away, your body hesitating with every inch lost between the three of them. Dave, who had his fingers intertwined in the curve of your waist, tried to keep them there for a moment longer, while Todd, with his lips still so close to your skin, let out a hoarse sigh of dissatisfaction. "Are you sure you have to go?" he asked, his tone low and loaded with something that made your legs threaten to give out.
You nodded, although your hands still instinctively sought their touch, almost as if they were acting on their own. "I… I do," you answered, but your voice came out shaky, as if the very act of speaking convinced you otherwise.
Before you could stand up completely, you leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on Todd's lips, enough to feel the slight roughness he had, so familiar now. He smiled against your lips, almost challenging, as if he was sure you would change your mind.
When your eyes met Dave's, something sparked between you. You moved closer, hesitant but determined, and his fingers soon rose to your face, firm and gentle, guiding you for another kiss. Unlike Todd's, his was a mix of intensity and tenderness, something that made your chest tight with conflicting emotions.
As you pulled away, panting, you saw the two exchange a brief, almost complicit look, before turning their focus back to you. The marks they left began to burn lightly on your skin as you adjusted yourself to get up, and it was only when you absently ran your hand over your neck that you realized the damage they had done.
Your face blushed violently. “You… left marks,” you murmured, your voice tinged with embarrassment and something else they probably noticed too.
Todd tilted his head, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “And you left yours too,” he replied teasingly, indicating the place where your own fingers had previously grazed his neck.
Dave laughed, a low, comfortable laugh. “Good luck explaining that,” he said, his tone laced with amusement but also something you couldn’t quite decipher.
Still dazed, you gathered your things, feeling their eyes follow your every move. When you finally reached the door, Todd was the first to stand, walking towards you with that familiar relaxed confidence. He leaned in for one last kiss, quicker this time but no less intense, as if he wanted to prolong the moment for just a second longer.
Dave approached soon after, his gaze warm and amused. “See you later,” he said, his fingers brushing your hand before he leaned in for another kiss. "See you," you replied, the word almost swallowed by the confusion of emotions dancing inside you. When you finally left, you could still feel their lips on yours and the marks, now not only on your skin, but also on your heart.
The door closed with a soft click, leaving Dave and Todd alone in the room. For a moment, silence reigned, interrupted only by the sound of their still uneven breathing. They threw themselves on the couch, their clothes slightly wrinkled and the marks of what had happened written on their faces — swollen lips, messy hair, and an unsettling glint in their eyes.
Todd was the first to break the silence, letting out a low, almost incredulous laugh. “Dude… what the fuck just happened?” He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more as he looked at Dave, his eyes still filled with a mix of amusement and surprise.
Dave was still processing everything, his gaze fixed on the door as if he expected you to return at any moment. “I… I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice coming out hoarse, almost choked. He brought a hand to his face, as if he needed to make sure he was still there. “That was… completely insane.”
Todd tilted his head back, letting out a long sigh, before looking at Dave with a smile that was half teasing, half pure fascination. “You do realize we just kissed the same girl, right? Like… fuck, while she was between us. That’s better than any porn I’ve ever seen.”
Dave blushed immediately, but didn’t try to deny it. “Yeah, I noticed, Todd,” he replied, his voice louder than he intended. He ran his hands over his face, desperately trying to make sense of it. “That was… different. And you didn’t even flinch,” he added, looking at Todd with a mix of accusation and something else.
“Neither did you,” Todd replied, a smirk appearing on his face. He shrugged, as if he was more comfortable with the situation than he should have been. “But seriously… did you feel it? Like, how she seemed to be… there with us? Not between us, but… part of it?”
Dave couldn’t help but remember the way their bodies seemed to mold together, as if everything made some strange, unexpected sense. “I felt it,” he admitted, reluctantly but honestly. “And that’s what makes me so confused.”
Todd turned to face Dave directly, his smile fading as he spoke more seriously. “So… what do we do about this? Because, man, I can’t just… pretend it didn’t happen.”
Dave shook his head slowly, his eyes returning to the couch, where minutes ago everything had happened. “Me neither,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He licked his lips, as if he could still taste her. “I think we need to… talk to her about it. See what she thinks.”
Todd laughed lightly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. “Yeah, because this isn’t going to be weird,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. But the smile that followed was genuine. “If there’s one thing that’s clear, it’s that she’s just as lost in this as we are.”
Dave nodded slowly, his fingers drumming against his leg. “Do you think she… feels the same way? Like, that this is something that could work?”
Todd shrugged, but there was a strange confidence in the gleam in his eyes. “Only one way to find out, right? But man, if I know her well enough… I’d say she was as comfortable with us as she seemed.”
Dave stared at Todd for a long moment before finally letting out a shy smile. "This is crazy, Todd. You know that, right?"
Todd laughed, louder this time, throwing his head back. "Of course it is, man. But if we're going to do something crazy, at least it's with her."
They were silent after that, both lost in their own thoughts. But deep down, one thing was clear: whatever had started in that room, it wasn't something they were willing to abandon any time soon.
#dave lizewski#todd haynes#dave lizewski x you#dave lizewski x reader#dave lizewski x y/n#todd haynes x reader#todd haynes x you#todd haynes x y/n#no use of y/n#fanfiction#romance#ao3 writer#writers on tumblr#aaron taylor johnson#atj x reader#evan peters x reader#evan peters#kick ass#kick ass fic#todd x reader#dave x reader#dave x reader x todd#light smut
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I LOVE DILF DAVE SO MUCH OH MY GOD 🗣⁉️
imagine him getting you ready before you guys fuck and he's fingering you so slowly that your trying to grind on them until he pounds his fingers in and out, making you clench around him. he would just love seeing you like this and wanting to make you cum before he even really touches you. he'd find it so pathetic and tease you about it.
"Dave- Dave, baby!! stop.. 'm gonna cum!"
"really? already? fuckin' slut. getting off to me and my dicks not even inside of you yet? you're fuckin' pathetic, hun."
he'd growl before you squirm and squeal. he's just so full of pride that he's going faster and faster, hitting deep inside of your cunt.
you bite your lip from your orgasm, trying not to make noise before you cover Dave's hand in your fluid. he just groans, pulling out before wiping his fingers on your plush thigh.
"felt that good, huh?"
he laughed before seeing you nod frantically, looking at him with watery eyes.
"want somethin' else that'll feel better? yeah?"
he grabbed your cheek, caressing it before you started nodding again. "course you do, baby. open for me," he put his finger in your mouth to pry it open before pulling himself out and shoving his length down your throat. you already started gagging before he started fucking your mouth like a fleshlight.
he loved the sight and couldn't get enough of your eyes rolling back and slobbering all over his dick like a braindead slut. "mm- dave-" your words were muffled before he pulled out and rested his wet length on your cheek. he tipped his head to the side before putting his hair behind his ear, waiting for you to talk.
"please- please, put it in..."
you begged, a frown forming on your face now. he smirked before he slapped his length against your juicy, blood shot lips.
"dunno, does the slut deserve it?"
everytime he put it against your lips, saliva attached to the tip from your bottom lip. you already looked fucked out, which only made him hornier.
"yes! please- i do, sir.. I'll be so good. please use me, please daddy?"
the name caught him off guard before he shook his head and brought his cock down to your slick pussy, shoving himself inside, balls deep before he started thrusting harshly in and out.
your breath hitches everytime he went in, him cupping one of your tits along with your neck.
you were a moaning mess under Dave, choking on your saliva as your eyes rolled back.
"ah, ah ah. fucking look at me."
he groaned before trying your best to meet his eyes. he looked so lustful from above and you could care less. "sir- sir!" you choked out, biting your lip.
"what was that, princess?"
he squeezed harder around your neck, smirking to himself.
"i- i.."
you could barely get anything out before you clung onto his arm, him just staring at your pussy while his dick was thrusting in and out even faster now, clenching around him everytime he did.
"fuck!"
he hissed before his rhythm got messier, throwing his head back before he came inside of you. him still fucking you through his own orgasm.
"fuck- cum for me baby- please, fuck-"
it was overstimulating for himself as you kept clenching around his dick to make it harder for him. he let out deep grunts and soft whines, him trying to go faster just so you would get off. his seed splattering all over your thighs and stomach before you came.
"daddy! my god- i-im cumming!"
you threw your head back before he came a second time. you were so full, already, him making you his.
Dave pulled out before lifting your legs above your head and spreading your folds to see his seed seep out of you, only making his pride deepen.
"fuckin' cockslut.."
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how bout dave / reader sleepover hcs?
Teehee
Dave sleepover hcs
- very new to sleepovers for obvious reasons, but he tries not to be weird
- it’s obvious he’s nervous though, with the way he rambles more often than usual, he’s just not used to having you over at his place, sleeping.
- and if he likes you romantically or you two are dating it’s even worse, like he’s just so fucking nervous to have you staying over cause oh my god what if he has like gross habits or something and you’re like ew oh my god
- he’s so self conscious but all of that shit aside
- you two play a lot of video games and he probably insists on watching shitty movies (horror movies if he likes you so he can make a move 😘)
- has a lot of old school games so like . OG FIRST EVER SUPER MARIO HE HAS IN THE FLESH AND BLOOD ISNT THAT SO COOL
- he says it’s cause the older games are cooler and better but secretly he just cannot buy newer games and he’s embarrassed lol
- when you two are young he will not have you sleepover if bro is around
- he’s just scared you’ll get hurt tbh
- overall he’s cool to have a sleepover with when he isn’t being a wreck
#homestuck dave strider x reader#dave strider x reader#hs dave x reader#homestuck dave x reader#Dave x reader#hs x reader#homestuck x reader
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How about Cody, Shawn and Dave dating tsundere S/O?
Headcanons Tsundere
🎛 Cody x Reader 🎱
From the first day you met Cody, he liked you very much and the fact that you agreed to start dating him made him very happy. But some who saw your relationship from the outside did not understand your relationship. You could be rude and like you were trying to push Cody away, but he could see that wasn't the case
Every time he showed his feelings for you, you were outraged, but a confused blush appeared on your cheeks. Cody thought it was very sweet and he was smiling, hugging you. You were embarrassed to show your feelings for him as openly as he did, so every time you either denied that you did something specifically for him, and if you gave him something, you always said that you just found some old thing and decided to give it to him, although in fact it was not so
Cody always tried to please you with something. He took you on dates to places you were interested in and saw how your eyes lit up with delight, but then you always said it was not bad, although he saw that you liked the places you visited. Cody wasn't arguing with you, he was smiling, happy that you liked your dates
Cody never regretted that you started dating. His feelings for you were sincere and he enjoyed spending time with you. He hoped he could make you happy no matter what
❤️🩹 Dave x Reader 💧
From the first day you met, it was difficult for Dave to understand you. He liked you and it seemed like it was mutual, but there were times when you acted like you were trying to push him away. He didn't understand why you reacted like that, but you agreed to date him, responding to his confession with a touching blush on your cheeks. He hoped that after that he would be able to understand you better, but it turned out not to be the case
You blushed embarrassedly when he gave you gifts, but each time you said, as if with disdain, that since he brought it to you, you would accept another cute trinket from him. Dave saw that you liked his gifts and he couldn't understand why you kept reacting like that. At some point, he just decided that it was part of your character and tried not to pay much attention to it
Sometimes it seemed to Dave that because of your shyness you were deliberately trying to be indifferent or rude. At first it really baffled him, but then he just got used to it, even though the worry that at some point your feelings for him might cool down and he wouldn't even understand it didn't go away
When you tried to show feelings in response, all of Dave's fears and worries went away. He couldn't help but smile and was happy, even if you were a little rude in your attempts to show him that you liked him. He saw your efforts and was glad that you sincerely tried
🧟♂️ Shawn x Reader 🌲
For Shawn, your relationship was difficult to understand. He knew that he liked you and since you were dating, it means it was mutual. But sometimes there were moments when he completely did not understand what was going on in your head, because there were moments when you seemed to contradict yourself
You could intentionally act a little rude or try to push away his attentions, but at the same time an embarrassed blush was visible on your cheeks. You liked it when he showed his feelings for you, but you were still too embarrassed to openly accept them and express your feelings in return. It was too hard for you, but you tried your best
Shawn took care of you, even though you didn't really believe in zombies. You grumbled when he defended you, even though there were no zombies, but you never told him to stop. His attention and care were pleasant to you, even though you refused to admit it
Despite the fact that there were oddities in your relationship, Shawn enjoyed being with you. He saw how you communicated with others and understood that this is how you behave only with him. Only his words and actions caused an embarrassed blush on your cheeks and he could be sure that your feelings for him were sincere
#Total Drama#Total Drama x Reader#Total Drama headcanons#Cody#Cody x Reader#Dave#Dave x Reader#Shawn#Shawn x Reader
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Hey! Do you write for Dave mustaine??
Yes I do write for Dave Mustaine!! (:. And the rest of megadeth if you would like.
#dave mustaine#dave mustaine x reader#dave x reader#megadeth#megadeth x reader#fanfic#writing requests#requests are welcome
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