#Dave x reader

[ikkyfics]

hii, this is my first time requesting but can you write about reader waking dave up bc she just needs him?

I Need You

Dave Lizewski x f!reader

Summary: You bit your lip. Of course he would be worried. Dave was like that, without any sharp edges. And fuck, you loved him so much. He didn’t even suspect your perverted reasons for waking him up in the middle of the night on a weekday. But you couldn’t help it.

Warnings: smut, est. relationship, piv, no use of y/n

A/N: Hi love, I hope you like this <333

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Dave thought he was dreaming. He felt something soft press against his jaw, as well as a familiar weight against his chest. His eyes remained closed until he heard a voice, your voice, calling him. “Davie,” you whispered, your mouth just below the shell of his ear. Your lips brushed against the soft skin, sending shivers down his spine. “Is it morning yet?” He asked, his voice still sleepy and huskier, steeped in doubt, his eyes narrowed as he took in the dim light that enveloped the room. “Not yet,” you answered, your voice low. Glancing at the clock next to his bedside, he was surprised to see that it was a few hours until dawn. He turned to you, his brows furrowed, you could almost hear the gears in his brain turning to figure out why he was being woken up. “Babe? Are you okay? Did something happen?” You bit your lip. Of course he would be worried. Dave was like that, without any sharp edges. And fuck, you loved him so much. He didn’t even suspect your perverted reasons for waking him up in the middle of the night on a weekday. But you couldn’t help it. Not after waking up from such a hot dream. The images were still in your mind, clear as a crystal-clear lake. Dave between your legs, filling you until nothing else existed. But then you woke up, your chest rising and falling unevenly, a light layer of sweat covering your skin and wet, so wet that you suspected your underwear was forever ruined. And Dave was beside you, sleeping soundly, his dark curls spread out on the soft pillow, forming a halo around your head, his eyelids closed covering his blue eyes. His lips parted and a relaxed expression molding his features. Painfully beautiful. You couldn’t just go back to sleep, not with the discomfort between your legs. But a part of you regretted waking up, but any regret evaporated from your mind with the liquid heat that had accumulated in your panties. “Davie…” you began, choosing your words for a moment. “I need you.” He stared at her in shock, his eyebrows almost reaching his hairline, and you bet a lovely shade of pink stained his cheeks. “H-how?”

“I need you,” you repeated, this time emphasizing the words. Dave shifted in bed, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, as if he was still struggling to wake up. It was cute. “Do you, uh… need me?” “Yes, Davie,” you replied sweetly, taking the liberty of leaning closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck, letting your lungs fill with his scent. Your mouth quickly began peppering kisses on the soft flesh, feeling him swallow. “I need you. I want you.” You spilled the words close to his ear, your fingers slowly wrapping around his. “I-“ Dave began, but the words died when you guided his hand to your soaked panties. A sigh bubbled out of your lips at the touch. “Fuck,” he groaned, feeling his fingers instantly grow wet. “You’re melting, baby.” “I know,” you swallowed, shuddering as he pressed the pad of his finger against your sensitive flesh. “Davie, please… oh, I need-” Your words were replaced by a moan as he pulled the undergarment away, taking his precious time to run it through your wet folds, delicately spreading your sweet arousal.

He didn’t need any more explanations. It wasn’t hard to push you until your back sank into the mattress, you were like putty in his hands. His fingers quickly tangled in the elastic of your panties, dragging the undergarment down your legs, ripping it from your body. Dave stopped, just for a moment, to enjoy the view. You were supple and needy between the sheets, your chest rising and falling out of rhythm, your skin bathed only by the little light filtering through the window. You did the impossible, every time he looked at you, you looked even more beautiful. His cock ached desperately, awakening to life, but it wasn’t about him. It was about you.

“You’re so beautiful.” That was all he said before he leaned in towards you, kissing you wildly. Feeling how hungry you were, desperate for any touch. You sighed against his lips, the fingers of your left hand quickly finding their way to his curls, tugging at them until you heard a low sound scratch the back of his throat. He continued to devour your mouth, stealing your breath — as if you didn’t give it up willingly. Dave was the kind of man who enjoyed kissing as much as making love. He kissed you like you were all that mattered, like you were his first and last. His kisses were like an I love you said up close.

When you pulled away, his mouth quickly found the soft flesh of your jaw, leaving hot kisses on your skin, making your eyes close involuntarily. You gripped his arms, your fingers curling over his biceps, as if that would be enough to keep you anchored to reality.

He continued with the kisses, lifting your shirt until your breasts were free. His mouth watered at the sight. The hard nipples that begged for attention. It sent a throb straight to his cock. Fuck. How could you be so perfect? ​​

His fingers reached your ribs, tracing lazy half circles before trailing down to the soft curve of your breast, watching as your breath hitched. His thumb found the hard peak, circling it a few times before his lips were there, sucking as if he needed it to live.

You moaned, arching your body in silent surrender, whimpering at the feeling of growing discomfort in your weeping pussy. With your mind clouded with pleasure, you didn’t even notice when his fingers slipped into the narrow space between your bodies. Dave pressed the tip of one finger into your slippery entrance, forcing his way into the narrow channel.

He knew what to do to please you, you had already taught him.

“Fuck, fuck, please!” You whimpered, rolling your hips to follow his movements, feeling as if your blood had been replaced by liquid fire.

Dave lifted his head, savoring the situation. There were few times when you acted more submissive, but to be honest, he liked being in control, but he liked it even more when you made him lose it.

As if sensing the intensity of his gaze, you opened your eyes. Watching his face, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in concentration, and without his glasses, he must not have been able to see properly — but nothing in the world would make him take his hands off you. A smile curved one corner of his mouth, the familiarity of the gesture made your chest tighten. But it wasn’t like you were capable of complex thoughts, not now. He filled you with a second finger, his thumb tracing circles on your clit and you swore you saw stars. Your hands cupped his cheeks, pulling him closer until your mouths collided in a clumsy kiss, your tongue tangling with his, you whimpered. “Please, make me cum,” you begged, feeling your lower belly heave mercilessly.

With his forehead still pressed against yours, Dave bit his lip, stifling a moan. He sank his fingers knuckle-deep into your pussy. “You will,” he assured, his voice huskier and lower, reverberating through your body. He added a third finger, your walls doing little to resist the invasion, he thrust in and out, coating his fingers with your arousal. You moaned, spreading your legs a little wider.

He fucked you faster, your hot, tight pussy contracting against him, as if wanting to take him deeper. You writhed, your hips lifting to meet his fingers every time he withdrew them. The wet sound mixed with your moans filled the room. It was music to his ears, his rock-hard cock twitching against his soft sweats.

“Davie, I… I’m gonna… oh.”

Your entire body tensed, then your legs shook violently as your head fell back, your lips parted in a moan. Your pussy throbbed around his fingers, saying his name like a cunning kitten.

Dave felt his own orgasm approaching. He withdrew his fingers and settled himself over you, settling himself more comfortably between your legs. “I need to feel you, love,” he said breathlessly, pressing a quick kiss to your mouth before pulling his cock from his pants. The thick tip leaked pre-cum as he pressed it against your pussy, grinding against your sensitive clit before fitting it at your entrance. He thrust in, a moan rumbling in his throat as you welcomed him, hot and sweet, just right, embracing every inch of him passionately. Dave tilted his head back, shuddering, controlling himself from spilling out at the same moment, his reactions so violent.

You dug your fingers into his back, whimpering from the overstimulation, your eyelashes fluttering.

Dave spoke your name as if it were a prayer, a blessing, or worship. Whispering words of love, telling you how perfect you were, how much he wanted you with every thrust.

He enjoyed the sight of you fervently. Your hair spread out on the pillowcase, your body flushed and trembling, your lips red and swollen from his kisses, and your eyes… oh, your eyes, clouded with pleasure and bright. You were his undoing. His hips lost their rhythm as he spilled himself into your pussy. You thought you had reached the fullness of your pleasure, but with hot ropes of cum filling your cunt, you moaned weakly.

Dave buried his face in your shoulder, breathing in the musky scent of your skin in an attempt to regain some control before lifting his face. He brought a hand to your face, brushing away a strand of hair that had stuck to your skin thanks to the sweat. “I wouldn’t mind waking up like this more often,” he smiled. You gave him an embarrassed smile, turning your face to leave a kiss on his hand on your cheek. “I’ll remember that.”

[gingerteafairy]

abductor hacker machine (dave lizewski x reader)

You’re Dave’s gym crush. He’s never skipping leg day again.

tags n warnings: college!dave, language, highly suggestive, mentions of handjob, flirting, gym terms. word count: 2.3k masterlist

Dave had arrived at the gym early, excitement buzzing through him because it was back and arms day. The gym wasn’t too crowded, and Todd was just coming in—it felt like the perfect day for an upper-body workout.

“Hey, man. Feeling good today,” Todd greeted him with a quick high five before heading over to stretch.

“Yeah…” Dave nodded, walking to the pull-up bar. He grabbed it, letting his body hang as he stretched his spine, easing into a light isometric hold.

“Dude, I don’t know how you even manage pull-ups. That’s the hardest thing I’ve ever tried,” Todd said, his voice tinged with genuine admiration as Dave began the exercise with surprising finesse. His muscles flexed and tightened with each smooth motion, displaying a control that came from dedication.

That’s the sight you walked into when you entered the gym. The hot nerd was effortlessly pulling himself up on the bar, his form flawless, his focus unshakable. You couldn’t look away, watching until he finally finished, wiping sweat off his brow with the hem of his shirt. When your eyes met, Dave froze for a moment, then followed you with his gaze as you walked toward the squat rack. It was leg day for you.

He didn’t have a choice—he had to say something to his gym crush.

“Dude, where are you going?” Todd asked, puzzled.

“Uhm…leg press,” Dave replied quickly, his tone distracted as his focus stayed locked on you.

“Someone's not skipping leg day for once,” he shook his head, handing a dumbbell.

He watched you doing your exercise, trying to figure out the best thing to do or say. The best option was to go over to you, so he walked toward you with determined steps—but by the time he got there, you had already finished. Awkwardly, he turned around and headed for the calf machine instead. That was the next best option. Pretending nothing happened, however, was a mistake.

“You're such a loser, Dave Lizewski,” he muttered under his breath, grabbing any random weight to load onto the machine.

“Hi, excuse me.”

Dave could barely believe it when he turned around and saw you standing there. He almost dropped the weight and had to lean on the machine to strike a casual pose. Oh my God, she came over. She’s talking to me. She’s actually here.

“I didn’t catch that. What did you say?” he lied, removing one earbud. Of course, he had heard you. He just wanted to make sure this was real.

“I said hi,” you repeated, pulling out one of your own earbuds.

“Uh… hi. I’m great, and you?” he stammered awkwardly, noticing the slight confusion flicker across your face at his strange response.

“I’m glad you’re good…” you laughed softly, resting your hands on your hips. “Um… how much longer are you going to be on this machine?”

Idiot, idiot, idiot. Of course, it’s about the machine.

“I just started, but… d’you wanna share?” he asked hopefully. However, when you glanced at the amount of weight loaded onto the machine, you immediately decided against it. How on earth is this guy pushing all that weight with his calves?

“No, it’s fine… I’ll wait,” you replied, heading to a corner to check your phone while you waited.

Dave closed his eyes, cursing himself for how poorly the entire interaction had gone. He wiped the sweat from his face, which had only increased after talking to you, and rushed through the exercise with poor form, desperate to finish quickly. Without looking back, he walked away, leaving the machine free for you.

“Fucking idiot, i wanna die” Dave muttered as he walked over to Todd, who was finishing his shoulder workout.

“Hey, dude. Did you talk to her?” Todd asked, grunting as he set his weights down.

“I did, but now I’m gonna have to do every single posterior chain exercise known to man so she doesn’t think i’m a total loser,” Dave blurted, running his hand through his hair. His eyes wandered to you across the gym, finishing your set. “Fuck. I’m never coming back to this gym ever again.”

“Relax, man. She’s probably not even thinking about it,” Todd tried to calm him down, noticing Dave rubbing his forehead and checking his pulse.

“She is. She is, Todd. She's so fucking perfect and I just said do you wanna share like a total moron.” He whimpered, scratching his head.

“So, what’s the plan now? Glutes?” Todd chuckled, but Dave’s eyes lit up.“No… don’t tell me—are you serious?”

“I’m doing everything. It’s important for testosterone production,” Dave mumbled, walking over to the hip abduction machine and staring at it like it was some alien contraption. “Shit… I have no idea how this thing works.”

He sat down, looking around desperately for help—any help—praying for someone to rescue him. “Hey, God. I know i haven't been the best dude on earth, but please. I really need help, i need to do it. Send someone. Anyone. Just don't send a scary dude, please.”

Unfortunately for him, it was you who got there first.

“Just starting?” you inquired, placing your water bottle on the holder.

“Uh… yeah, I… uh, wanna try?” he murmured, blinking in slight panic as he stood up from the machine to let you take over. You smiled, taking the opportunity and settling in to begin your exercise.

And God, Dave had to muster every ounce of self-control not to stare at your legs or the muscles working with precision, he didn't even want to mention the word glutes because it seemed so fucking wrong in this moment. He turned to face the wall instead.

“These atoms are… amazing. Science is really evolving these days!” he blurted to the man next to him, pointing at the wall. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Is it some kind of new cement?”

“It’s plaster,” the guy replied, frowning in confusion before returning to his workout. “Weirdo.”

Dave turned back toward you, forcing himself to focus on your face. But then he saw you finishing and standing to the side. He had no choice now but to actually use the machine. Swallowing hard, he sat down.

“This can’t be that hard,” he whispered to himself, loading the machine with the maximum weight. He tried to open his legs, but the machine didn’t budge an inch.

“Wow, this machine is different, I know it. Heavier than I expected,” he chuckled nervously. You bit your lip to suppress a laugh of your own—it was pretty clear to you that this guy had never touched this machine before.

“Here, lemme help,” you offered, moving closer to him. He froze but nodded, letting you adjust his position.

“Sit back a little and tilt your torso forward,” you instructed, placing your hand lightly on the machine. “Set it to 30. Then, open your legs as wide as you can. You’ll feel better if you keep your glutes really really up, okay?”

“Okay,” he muttered, adjusting the settings. He tried again but barely moved the machine, the faintest clinking sound coming from the weights. She’s going to think I’m so weak. I'm dead. Dead, buried and dusted.

“Want me to show you?” you asked, and before he could think, he nodded. He jumped up, letting you take his place, but instantly regretted it the moment you sat down.

“No… uh, no need to worry about it…” he stuttered, flushing red as you adjusted the weight and got into position.

“I don’t mind helping,” you replied with a small smile, demonstrating the movement with flawless form. “Like this—glutes up and open as wide as possible.”

“Jesus Christ,” Dave squeaked, covering his face to hide his embarrassment and to resist the urge to glance back at you.

“So, you’ll want to do this fifteen times. Watch carefully, so you don’t mess it up,” you explained, your voice teasing, aware of the effect you were having on him. It was clear he was trying his best not to lose his composure, and you couldn’t deny he was adorable.

“Got it. I understand. Amazing. Perfect,” he blurted quickly, stuffing his hand in his pocket as if to shield himself from… whatever was happening internally. And this whatever was his cock awakening every single time you opened your legs and he could see your thighs and especially, the thing between them.

“Great. Want to give it a try?” you asked, standing up and stepping closer to him—closer than strangers typically stood.

“Uh… I, uh…” He took a deep breath, catching the faint scent of your perfume and noticing the sheen of sweat on your forehead. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Thank you for everything, the instructions and everything, all. Good… good workout!” And with that, he bolted.

You watched him rush to the locker room, nearly bumping into everyone in his path. He was so adorable. If only you knew his name. As you tried to figure out a way to ask him without it seeming weird, Dave locked himself in a bathroom stall, sitting on the toilet and contemplating his situation. And, to be honest, it wasn’t looking great.

“Shit,” he muttered, glancing around, straining his ears to confirm no one else was in the bathroom, downing his shorts and boxers.

He took a deep breath, touching his erection, whimpering in the exact moment he thought about you and your hands with adorable little calluses from the workout routine, rubbing on his length. His cum spread on your gym top and sweaty face from bouncing on him like a fucking squat session.

“No, I can’t do this.” he murmured, dressing himself once again, sparing the thoughts away.

He left the stall, splashing water on his face and waiting for his body to calm down. Then, he looked at the paper glued to the bathroom mirror with a comic sans writing.

Hey, champ.

Please don't masturbate in the bathroom. It might clog the toilet. Thanks and good exercise!

- beast mode gym support

“you must be kidding me…” He cursed, splashing water to his face once again and looking at the mirror. One guy gave him a once-over, chuckling at his bulge. Embarrassed, Dave frowned and hurried out of the bathroom, only to come face-to-face with you.

“Oh, hi,” you greeted, breaking the silence first and meeting his eyes.

“Hey…” he replied, swallowing hard. “It’s super crowded in there—the men’s room.”

“Yeah…” you agreed, keeping your gaze on him. You wanted an opportunity, and here it was. “Hey… what’s your name? I mean, I taught you earlier, but I never asked.”

“Dave. Dave Lizewski,” he replied, grinning like an idiot, relieved to finally have a normal conversation. When you said your name, it was like a little piece of heaven to him. Beautiful, just like you. It fits you perfectly.

“It’s easier for me because of college. I think we always come around the same time,” you added, stepping away from the bathroom entrance and into the hallway.

“I’m in college too,” he blurted out quickly. “Uh… engineering. I used to draw a lot, and ended up liking it. Also because my friend Todd decided on it, and I’m terrible at making decisions.”

“That’s really cool. And tough,” you laughed, and for the first time all day, he didn’t feel like a total idiot. “If you ever need help, I’m here.”

“Of course… I mean, thanks for the help earlier with the… glutes,” he chuckled nervously, joining in when you laughed too. Please, smile more. Smile at me again.

“Sure,” you replied, taking note of how much more handsome he was up close. “So… see you tomorrow?”

“Yes, tomorrow. Definitely,” he said quickly, his eyes lighting up. “But tomorrow I’m not doing glutes… it’s back day.”

“Great. That way you can help me,” you said without thinking, surprised at your own boldness.

Dave nodded, his heart pounding harder than any cardio session could ever manage. “Yeah, of course. I won’t embarrass myself with that one.”

“You didn’t embarrass yourself,” you replied with a laugh, tilting your head slightly. God, this guy is so handsome.

“Oh, come on, now you’re just lying,” he joked, and you opened your mouth in mock disbelief.

“Careful, Lizewski. I might do heavy glute exercises on you,” you teased, though the playful threat only made Dave’s face turn as red as his gym shorts. “I mean… glute exercises with you. Uh, you know… something intense.”

“You can throw whatever you want at me,” he blurted out, biting his lip. “I mean weights. I can handle a lot of weight… like, a lot of weight…” he breathed, glancing at your thighs, imagining his hands lifting them up to his waist.

“That’s… good to know,” you replied, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. You blinked, realizing how bold you were being, flirting with a guy in the middle of the gym hallway, probably with half the room overhearing. “Uh, so… Dave…”

“Do you have a number?” he asked suddenly, his hand forming a fist as he mentally kicked himself for such a clumsy question. “I mean, of course, you have a number. Everyone does. I just… wanted to know if you’d share it, you know… so we could talk about, um, workouts?”

“Workouts, right,” you said, trying not to laugh as you swallowed the lump in your throat. You recited your number, and Dave immediately pulled out his phone to save it, as if it were the most valuable treasure in the world.

“Thank you,” he murmured, grinning as he slid his phone into his pocket, treating it like a priceless artifact.

“No problem. See you tomorrow,” you mentioned, finally retreating, your face flushed with both nerves and excitement.

“Yeah, tomorrow…” he murmured, lifting a hand in a small wave.

“Close your mouth, man. You look like an idiot,” Todd teased as he approached. Dave nudged him lightly, but Todd only laughed harder. “You got the girl. Congrats.”

“Not yet,” Dave replied, watching as you finally walked out the door. “But I will. Even if I have to do the hip abductor every fucking day.”

“Alright, Nicki Minaj. Let's eat some protein,” Todd quipped, earning an eye-roll from Dave, who grabbed his backpack and followed Todd out. As they left, Dave’s mind was entirely consumed with thoughts of you—and he mentally reviewed every back exercise to make sure he’d never mess up in front of you again.

[yanyan-stuck]

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.

[skinbeneaththeskull]

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."

[juletheghoul]

Amarum

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!

Masterlist

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.

-

“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.

-

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.

[vikkirosko]

Can you do headcanons with Total Drama characters: Courtney, Dave, Eva, Heather, and Trent with a S/O who has the personality of Hinatsuru (Kimetsu no Yaiba)?

Headcanons Like Hinatsuru

💢 Courtney x Reader 📑

You and Courtney were able to find common ground pretty quickly. She remained polite and courteous even to those she didn't like very much, and you respected her for that. But even when she became more assertive towards the others, you tried to be the one who calmed her down and stopped her from doing things they might regret. To her surprise, you were quite patient with others, and she didn't understand how you could be so patient with those who were quite irritable

Every time Courtney's patience ran out, you were there to calm her down. You were kind to others and reminded her that she couldn't control everything, and that was okay. She didn't always listen to what you told her, but you continued to be patient and took care of her to the best of your ability. Every time something didn't go the way she wanted, you calmed her down and helped her regain her composure

Courtney wasn't always able to get annoyed with you when you tried to calm her down. She could be very stubborn when she wanted to get what she wanted, and you were worried that she might lose her temper a little. The others didn't understand how you could even stand her in such a state, but you really knew how to be patient, especially when it came to Courtney

You saw perfectly well that Courtney was getting tougher towards others, so you became her voice of reason. You reminded her that initially she wanted to be honest, and although she wasn't always happy with it, she knew that you would never advise her on something that might not be suitable for her. You took care of Courtney even when she was angry and when her nerves were on edge, for which she was grateful to you. She was grateful to you for your patience and for your understanding

🏋‍♀️ Eva x Reader 🎧

Eva has always been quite short-tempered. Others might be afraid of her because of her frowning expression and the fact that she could get angry, seemingly for any reason. That's why the fact that you talked to her seemed strange to others. Unlike her, you were a patient and friendly person. You didn't seem much alike, and it was unusual that you could find a common language, and sometimes even Eva didn't understand how you could stay with her for so long and not once be afraid of her. On the other hand, she was even pleased, because there were quite a few people who continued to communicate with her

Every time she got angry, you were there to calm her down. Those who knew you well enough knew that you didn't have to be afraid of her anger when you were around. Every time she got angry, you put your hands on her shoulders or took her hands, distracting her with yourself and with a soft smile offering her to try to breathe with you to feel better. You were always worried about Eva, and seeing perfectly well that she had problems with anger and emotional control, you tried to help her as much as you could

Sometimes when you tried to calm her down, she took out her emotions on you. Eva never raised a hand against you, but she could yell at you. When she calmed down, she apologized to you, feeling really guilty about you. She knew how hard you tried to support her and help her, but she couldn't always control her aggression, and you knew it. You didn't resent her for this, and her apologies drove out the unpleasant residue from your heart that remained after such situations. You discussed what happened, which helped you better understand what she was really angry about back then and allowed you to better understand what was going on in her head and how to avoid emotional breakdowns in the future

Eva didn't always understand how you could put up with her for so long. She knew that she had flaws, but you continued to stay by her side no matter what. You tried to help her become a better person if she wanted to, you were patient and understanding, and she was grateful that you continued to be there for her. It really meant a lot to her, even if she didn't talk about it as openly as someone else would

👑 Heather x Reader 🐝

Heather was hardly friendly. She became one only when it was beneficial to her. Everyone was sure that was the reason she was talking to you. You were too different for anyone to believe that she was sincere towards you. You've been kind and patient, and for some reason you've still been able to stand it when Heather has been just awful. But none of your friends would believe that you continued to communicate because you both wanted to

She was rude and bossy, even when it came to you, but she couldn't manipulate you the way she wanted to. When you first met, she really tried to do something like that, but you were adamant. But at the same time, you were never angry with her or angry. You remained patient with her, which surprised not only those around you, but also Heather. But even though she didn't admit it, she was pleased that there was a person who accepted her for who she was and who didn't try to change her

There were times when she felt hard and you were there to support her. Few people would have believed that she could really need someone's support, considering how often she ruined the lives of others, but you knew that Heather was a human being and that she could also get tired, both physically and emotionally. At such moments, she just stayed with you while you silently kept her company, not reproaching her for anything, but simply giving her the respite she needed at that moment, for which she was grateful to you, even though she would never admit it

Sometimes people around you were genuinely sorry for you. They didn't understand how you could continue to communicate with Heather, but it didn't bother you. You knew that deep down in her soul there were good qualities that she wasn't used to showing others. In her eyes, you were a little naive, which meant she had to stay close to you to make sure no one would take advantage of it. You were dear to her, and she wasn't going to let others use your kind nature against you

🎸 Trent x Reader 🎶

You and Trent were able to find common ground easily. He was calm and relaxed, not trying to harm anyone. He was friendly towards others, and in this you were similar. You were kind and patient towards others, even towards those you didn't like. You rarely had conflicts and the two of you were comfortable spending time with each other. It would seem that something really serious had to happen for you to have a fight

There were times when Trent didn't feel very well. He was upset and tried to find ways to avoid what upset him, but you were always there to help and support him. You calmed him down, helping him to stop trying to avoid what had happened and move on with his life. You knew that the next time something like this happened, it would happen all over again, but you still tried to calm him down so that at least now he would stop feeling so much discomfort

Trent was often amazed at how patient you could be. He saw how you could calmly listen to indignation against yourself and then, with a calm smile, you put your abuser in his place with simple words. He sometimes told you that he couldn't be as patient as you, but you smiled gently at him and told him that it wasn't so much patience as self-control. You were also experiencing negative emotions, but you weren't going to let those emotions guide you

He was glad that you appeared in his life. Trent knew he had bad days, too, and having you by his side calmed him down. Your support was important to him, and your patient, kind smile helped him feel better even when Trent thought everything was just terrible

❤️‍🩹 Dave x Reader 💧

Dave was glad to have someone like you in his life. You were one of the calmest people he knew, you were an interesting conversationalist, and he really enjoyed spending time with you. You were kind and patient towards others, even when Dave was running out of patience, and he respected you for the fact that, unlike him, you were willing to give others a chance, but you weren't ready to forgive them endlessly

Every time he got nervous, you were there and tried to help him. You knew how afraid he was of germs and therefore did not violate his personal space without his consent, realizing that this could only worsen the situation. You could always find the right words to make him feel better or for others to stop arguing. You were able to find an approach to others, even when the voice of reason that Dave was trying to convey to them did not help

Sometimes there were moments when he was angry. He could take things too personally and feel bad about it. You tried to be there at such moments and calm him down. He didn't always listen to you, he was too absorbed in his emotions, but you continued to stay patiently by his side until his attention shifted back to you and you helped him calm down and not let his emotions get out of control

Dave was glad that you stayed by his side. He liked the fact that you could talk, that there was someone nearby who was ready to listen to him, even when he was having the most pessimistic thoughts. He was glad that at least he could trust someone and not worry that you would decide not to communicate with him anymore. Even his pessimism could withstand your patience

[kittyundercover1]

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!

[blackypanther9]

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 !

[ikkyfics]

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

Masterlist

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.

[originalhomestuckscenarios]

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

[stevenssticks]

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...

[skinbeneaththeskull]

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.."

[nightfang22]

Simple Paradise

A/N:I’d just like to note that most if not all Homestuck fanfic I have written or will write is a form of healing.Someone has to wrap these characters up in a warm blanket and put them up on a high shelf until some people learn how to place nice so it might as well be me.I’m also so very grateful to everyone who’s given me constructive feedback and requests.Especially to everyone who enjoys my content because you guys are my motivation to continue.Anyways here’s the fic I hope you enjoy and remember to like,comment,and request!

Warnings:None

Song Inspo:'The Other Side Of Paradise' by Glass Animals

Paring:Adult!Dave Strider x Reader

Word Count:1.2k

It was a hot summer afternoon in June and here you were sprawled across the couch of your apartment reading your latest literary choice. It was this French historical romance Beauty and the Beast spin off and it was quite lovely. You were blowing through it, page after page after page, when your doorbell rang. You furrowed your brows as you turned the next page. You weren’t expecting any visitors. You’d just moved in and didn’t have many friends that weren’t online.

Getting up to answer the door,you looked through the peephole first (for safety,of course) where you were met with ice blonde hair and pale freckled cheeks. Unlocking the door,you open it to meet the shaded eyes of none other than your long time friend,Dave Strider. “You gonna let me in or…?C’mon it’s hot as balls out here man.” You roll your eyes and laugh softly to yourself.Stepping out of the way to let him in,you quirk a brow before closing the door.He walked straight to your fridge and completely raided your stash of juice boxes. You crossed your arms and stared at him as he chugged down nearly every.single.One.Staring at his audacity was exhausting so you just rolled your eyes and wandered back over to your couch, once again laying down to read. It was silent in the apartment for only a few moments before you felt a familiar weight plop down on the couch next to you. You were about to continue on reading when your book was snatched from your palms. "Hey! What the hell man-" You were interrupted by Dave's laughter. "Yo, wait you seriously read this shit? What is this? New age 'Twilight'?" He continued to flip through a few pages, not really caring about where you had left off before tossing the book over to the other side of the couch, successfully out of your reach. You groan in annoyance at him before folding your arms and glaring holes through his shades. "What the hell do you want,Dave? And why is it so much more important than my afternoon plans with my book?"

Dave simply kept staring at you until you noticed a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. Your expression softened and you uncrossed your arms, sitting up straight. "Woah, dude. Are you okay? What's up?" Dave seemed to sit in thought for a long while but it couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes surely. He took a deep shaky breath in and slowly blew it out through his nose. "Dude, come on. Dave. You're scaring me." You placed a gentle hand on his bicep, attempting to ignore the tight muscle under his sleeve. You felt your cheeks grow warm but tried to shake off the highly inappropriate thoughts clouding your mind. Your friend was acting strangely and that was much more important to you than some benign childhood crush. Okay, so maybe it wasn't just a childhood crush. You've maybe sorta had feelings for Dave for like.

1...2...3...Your whole lives basically?

But that didn't matter. You know Dave better than anyone in the world which also means you are highly aware of his playboy behavior and you were just not willing to sacrifice your friendship with Dave to simply get either a.)rejected or b.)your heart broken into a million billion pieces. You kept looking at him, trying to predict what he was going to say. Did he finally wanna talk about why he never took those damn shades off? Or about how he comes over here sometimes just for you to tend to his mysterious bruises and cuts all over him? The suspense was killing you. Dave took a deep breath and that one sentence changed your lives forever.

“I got the gig.”

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Dave had been after this DJ gig in Los Angeles for the last 6 years. It’s all he’s ever really wanted to do so far as you knew. Your face broke out into a smile even though your gut twisted into knots. “Dave, that’s…that’s great.” You wanted to be happy for him. Really, you did. But you knew that he’d be busy and you’d miss him. Pushing your feelings way deep down, you plastered a smile on your face. You threw your arms around him in the most non-bro way ever but you didn't care. Dave was going to be gone for a long while and you were going to miss him. He sat there stiffly for a moment before eventually wrapping his arms tightly around your frame. You both sat there for a moment just like that, arms wrapped around one another in the calm silence of your apartment. You didn't want to break the hug, not really, but you eventually pulled away. "So,um...when does your flight leave?" You sat there awkwardly twiddling your thumbs. "Tonight." Your eyes shot wide open at that. "Tonight?!" You yelled. Clearing your throat and adjusting your tone, you looked up at him. "I mean, you leave tonight?" He nodded as you blinked back your tears. He noticed how glossy your eyes were and he pulled you closer which was very unlike him. "Hey,it's gonna be okay.I'll call and text you all the time.I'll send lots of pictures of my sweet events too.Promise." You sniffled a bit but nodded. One thing about Dave was that he always kept his promises. Always. You sat up and swiped the tears from under your eyes. "At least let me drive you to the airport?" You couldn't see his eyes but the soft smile on his face said everything that you needed to know. You grabbed your car keys and drove Dave to the airport.

*Timeskip 1 Year*

It's been about 8 months since you'd heard anything from Dave. At first he'd call every night. Then it became every other night and then once a week. The last you'd heard, he met some girl named Savannah who was a model. He sent a couple selfies of the two of them together. She wore chunky gold hoop earrings and big sunglasses. And in every photo she was always wearing the same pink fur coat. You used to swipe through them a couple times a day just to see Dave's face. There was one of him with his new car. The gig paid pretty well and he bought himself a gold Camaro. You came across a photo of him sitting on the hood.

"Hun, are you ready to go? You've got that ultrasound appointment." You snapped out of your trance and shook your head to rid yourself of the daze. You nodded sullenly and looked at your boyfriend. "Yeah,sure let's go. Don't wanna be late or they'll reschedule me again." He placed a comforting hand on your lower back and smiled down at you. "It's going to be okay. I'm sure our baby is perfectly healthy and once she's born in a few months, she's gonna have the best mommy ever." He kissed the top of your head and you couldn't help but smile at him as you held your baby belly.

"You're right.And I just know you're gonna be the best daddy ever." You grabbed John's hand as he led you to the car. You're sure Dave is having the time of his life.