I’m not sure you’ll like this idea but I rlly want you to notice it hehe…
Imagine being best friends since childhood with rip era dave, but it’s more of a friends with benefits type thing. So y’all are flirting and stuff and y’all start making out.. then dry humping (BRONG BACK DRY HUMPING/ GRINDING) and Dave just cums in his pants. 😇😇😇😇😇☺️
Please I need that
A/n: Aha I can't write I'm too excited to make to Project Hail Mary cardigan but I have to wait for the stuff I wanted to write to distract myself DID NOT WORK and it does reflect in the lack of writing :D Anyway...
Warnings: Smut, dry humping, mama!kink, use of drugs, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Dave moved around a lot during his childhood, with his mom allegedly on the run from his dad. You moved around a lot as well, which luckily meant you and Dave kept getting caught up together.
He got kicked out at fifteen. You did your best to help him, which mostly meant sneaking him leftovers and whatnot.
He was your best friend, you were with him the first time you tried weed, he was your first kiss, he was your first time. He was pretty good, too. You kept coming back to him, if you were pissed or stressed, or just bored. He had good weed, a decent dick, and loved eating you out.
After a rough week at work you went to his place to relax. He welcomed you with open arms and lit a joint for you.
It started as just you complaining, finally getting everything off your chest. Dave started on the other side of the couch, but he kept inching closer and closer, eventually toying with your hair, leaning into you more.
"Mmh... Why do you have to go back again?" He asked, head on his arm as it rest on the back of the couch, calloused fingers curling your hair.
"Why do I have to go back to work?" You asked with a giggle as you held the joint out to him as an offer. He didn't take it, too focused on you, though his eyes were red and his pupils were blown.
"You have me." He mumbled, brushing the back of his pointer over your cheek. "I have money, a house... I'll take care of you."
Your giggling turned to laughter and you took another hit. "On another planet, Davie." You teased.
Dave whined and leaned into you, starting to kiss down your neck. "M'serious..." He mumbled against you, reaching over you to grab your hip, tugging at you until you moved onto his lap. "Want you here more... free sex whenever I want, cuddles at night... I'll pay you for doing work around the house..." His hands dipped under your shirt, pushing up to rub your sides.
Your hands found his shoulders. "You want a wife, or maybe a mom... a hooker?" You suggested, chuckling at your own list as he pushed your shirt off completely. He hummed, starting to kiss over your collarbone, then over your chest.
"Need a new one of these." He mumbled before unclasping your bra and tossing it away. "Could get you one... a few..." He slid down the couch some, hands finding your hips and holding you down as he began grinding up.
You met his movements, grinding back down on him. He whined as his achingly hard cock finally got the friction it needed. His hips bucked up, grip on your hips growing desperate as he tugged you down.
"Mmh... please." He mumbled against you. He took your nipple into his mouth, sucking it as he whined. "Ngh- god, fuck, mama..." You ran your hands through his hair, tugging on his curly ginger locks. "Ah! Ngh- mama, I-I wanna-" He babbled, holding you down as his thrusts grew erratic.
"You're that horny?" You teased, pulling head face from your chest, seeing the love drunk look in his eyes, borderline drooling over you.
He nodded. "Mhmm, feels s'good... gonna-gonna cum." You chuckled, leaning down and nipping at his neck where you knew he was sensitive. "Can I cum? Please, mama." He pleaded, struggling to even keep himself moving. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tighter as he whimpered and moaned.
You felt him twitching, heat seeping through his jeans even. "You can cum, baby." Before you even got the sentence out he was getting louder, making a mess in his jeans.
His head fell back against the couch. You smirked and licked his Adams apple. Slowly, he fell to his side, taking you with him.
You swatted his arm, only receiving a whine from him. You tried again, he didn't even open his eyes. "Dick." You grumbled. "Can't even love me enough to get on your knees." You ran your fingers through his hair. With a second thought you brought two fingers to his pulse point, just to be sure.
okay, so this is my first NSWF alphabet, so I’m sorry if it’s bad!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
After sex he loves to cuddle you, you are often VERY tired. He will clean you up and cuddle you while he whispers sweet things.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
on him: I think he would love his hands, he could pin you down under him, make you suck on his fingers and other things.
on you: your tits, he loves them, he doesn’t care if they are big or small, he just loves your tits. He loves to suck on them, and if you are pregnant, he will drink your milk.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He loves to cum inside of you, and it’s fucking messy. He cums very much, so it will literally drip out of you. If you have been a good girl, he will go down on you and eat you out while his cum is still inside of you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He would like to have a threesome with you, him and his brother. But if you didn’t want to, he will not force you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s very experienced, he have been with many girls, and when he was younger, he had a girlfriend, experience doesnt even describe it, that’s how good it is.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He loves any position as long as he can see your face or your ass, but his favorite is mating press.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s very serious if he’s manhandling you, but if you are a virgin, he will joke a bit with you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
It’s dark blonde and curly, he doesn’t shave. If you doesnt shave, that’s okay too, because he loves natural girls!
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s very romantic, expect a lot of kisses and gentle bites from him, he will praise you a lot, especially if you are a sensitive or tiny woman.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
he doesn’t masturbate that often because he has you, but sometimes you and he will masturbate together, and if you want to, you and he will masturbate with the other guys from his band.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
he has 4 main kinks, those are: praising kink, marking, dacryphilia and overstimulation. He absolutely loves to overstimulate you, and I mean it. He will make you come so much that you are absolutely crying.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
like many men, he likes to fuck you in his bedroom, but he also likes to fuck you in the forest, or somewhere where nobody will find you and him..
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He’s still like when he was younger, he still fucks you very often, if you are really horny, he will feel it and you will have a great night and if you give him a compliment, he will fuck you.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He can become really aggressive sometimes, and that’s when he will manhandle you, but he would never use a knife on you or hurt you seriously, he doesn’t want you to be scared of him.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
he prefers to give, his dick is literally like a feeding tube, so he will not let you suck him off, because it’s literally so big that you could choke. He’s very good when it comes to having oral. But if you really want his cock in your mouth, you guys will be in 69 position, with you on top so you can control how much going down your throat.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
he can be both, he will often be slow and sensual, but sometimes fast and rough.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
no, he will have his time with you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
If you want to test something, he will often agree with you, but public sex? he wants to be alone with you when you two have fun,
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He has very good stamina, normally he can go for 5 rounds, but if he’s manhandling you, it can be up to 11 rounds, and in the end, you will be very exhausted, or you have passed out.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
he’s not the guy who doesn’t let you come, but he’s the guy who forces you to come until you are completely exhausted.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he will whisper dirty things to you, and praise you, especially if you are small and doesnt have much experience. “Look how good you are under me..” “is my pretty girl tired? Well you are not gonna get any sleep soon..” “you look so good under me..”
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
he will share you with the other band members, and sometimes they will gangbang you until you passes out.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
he’s.. he’s 12 inches, and he’s very thick. That’s why he doesn’t want you to suck him off. It’s already very hard to take him, and it will hurt at the beginning, but then it will feel good. That’s why you come so much, because it perfectly hits your g-spot everytime.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Very high, he wants to do it every day, but if you doesnt want to, he won’t force you, he would never rape you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
he lets you fall asleep first because obviously you need him, after you have fallen asleep, he can fall asleep.
Hey, I've had something on my mind for so long, but writing isn't my talent, and I think you'll do it much better than me, lol. I was thinking about anal sex with Dave (rust in peace era) 😩, like, one day they accidentally discover that the reader likes it and she asks them to try it "for real" this time, but she feels too embarrassed to enjoy it and even to ask for it... I hope I managed to express myself well 😓
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HIII TYSM!!!
that “😩” is so real, dave was so insanely hot in this era
just a warning, i’ve never wrote anal sex before or read a lot of fics with it, so i used the minimal knowledge i have on it and hope it’s good and what you wanted, i tried😞
“I, I know it sounds stupid, I shouldn't have asked, but-” I was cut off by Dave, who looked surprisingly eager. “No! It's not stupid, I think it's hot,” he smirked, and I don't know if it made me feel better or worse. At least he wasn't grossed out.
“Are you sure it isn't weird?” I was still insecure, and he snickered, not with ill intent though, “Baby, if I thought it was weird, why would we have done it in the first place? If you like something, my goal is to please you in any way I can. If it involves fucking you in the ass, Im more than happy to,” he reassured me and I felt a little better, my cheeks pink with embarrassment and desire. I nodded, my shoulders slumping not in defeat but in acceptance and relaxation. “O-Ok, then. If you want to then..” I trailed off, unsure of how to explain, and I didn't really want to explain myself more than I already had. Thankfully, Dave understood, quickly kissing me deeply and working my clothes off. His hands trailed along my skin, unclasping my bra and groping my breasts before getting his own clothes off, leaving him only in his boxers, pushing me down to the bed. I was left in just my panties, and he continued to kiss me everywhere, my mouth, neck, face, chest, anywhere he could get those plump lips.
I started to feel nervous again, unsure on how to go about this. We did it once, but it was by accident. Like we didn't plan it, it just kinda happened. It felt really good, I just wanted it to be on purpose this time. Dave could sense my anxieties, pulling away as he noticed my loss of passion. “Whats wrong? Change your mind?” His voice was gentle, and I quickly shook my head. “No, not at all, I'm just…” I thought for a second, my eyes avoiding the ginger in front of me as he waited patiently for me to continue. “How do we do this?” I asked and he smiled softly. “Well, we're gonna need lube, and we're gonna need to prep you a little bit, then it's just like normal sex. It'll probably hurt a bit more and feel weird, but if you liked it last time it should feel fine after a minute,” he explained, and it definitely made my worries ease and fade to less. “So, should we start?” I asked and he laughed again, just kissing me.
He pulled away, pulling down my panties as I lifted my hips to help. “Lets get you in a different position, yeah? Might be a bit easier.” He suggested and I complied. We decided on having me on my hands and knees, giving Dave a clear view of both my holes. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the night stand, “This is gonna be cold,” he warned, pouring the slippery liquid on his fingers, then rubbing the substance around my puckered hole. I hissed slightly at the sensation, feeling his finger tips slightly probe into me before he pulled back his fingers, coating them thoroughly, "I'm gonna put in my fingers, ok? It might feel a little uncomfortable. Just tell me to stop if you want to, ok?” I nodded, and he pressed one finger into me slowly, only half way. My muscles were tight and I felt an odd sensation at the addition, though Dave seemed to know what he was doing, thrusting that one in until he thought that one did enough, adding a second. “You need to relax more, sweetheart. Not gonna be able to get my cock in if you can't even handle my fingers,” he reminded me, and I did my best to untense myself, making it a bit easier for Dave to slide his digits in and out of me in preparation for later.
“Doing so well for me,” he praised, adding a third, causing me to wince slightly in pain, but it was slowly morphing to pleasure. Another minute later, he pulled his fingers out, causing me to shutter slightly. I could hear him open back open the bottle of lube, taking off his remaining garment and coating his member in the clear slick, ensuring a smooth entrance. “Are you ready for me baby? Or do you wanna wait a minute?” He was always so firm on making sure I was full prepared and comfortable. “Im ready,” my voice was shaky, both with excitement and nervousness as I felt him press his cockhead against my back entrance.
I closed my eyes and whined as he rocked his hips in slowly, feeling the aching stretch as he let out a satisfied groan, going at such a timid pace so that I could adjust and enjoy this with no pain. He finally reached the hilt, and I could feel him so deep inside of me. “You feel ok? Is it ok if I move?” He gently rubbed my side, and I nodded, “Yes, please move..” I ignored the ache in my backside as he started to thrust, keeping a slow rhythm as I let out breathy moans, him groaning in reply. The pain began to fade to pleasure, the discomfort now forgotten as I absorbed the unfamiliar yet pleasing sensation.
“Faster, please,” I whine out, and Dave is happy to comply, having a bruising grip on my hips as he pistons himself inside me with greater speeds. Our combined sounds of pleasure and the slapping of skin on skin filled the room. Dave began to pulse within me, and I could tell he was close, muttering curses under his breath. One of his hands left my hip to rub at my clit, going in quick little circles on the nub, causing me to gasp out in pleasure as I trembled beneath him. “Oh my god, Davie, gonna-” I was cut off as a moan escaped my throat, climaxing from his fingers antagonizing my bud of nerves. He followed behind not long after, his white seed filling me to the brim as he rode out his high, still thrusting into me as he lost his rhythm before finally stilling, feeling him soften within me and pull out.
I crumbled, laying down in the bed. “Did so well sweetheart,” he praised, kissing my temple before going into the bathroom and returning with a warm and wet washcloth, cleaning me up and making sure he didn't cause any damage to me. Once he was sure I was fine and clean, he put away the soiled wash cloth and laid down beside me, tucking a strand of sweaty hair behind my ear. “How was that? Did it feel good?” He asked, his hand cupping my cheek. I sleepily nodded, my half lidded eyes catching a glimpse of his smile. “Good, glad you enjoyed it.” He admired my sleepy form. “I’ll keep that in mind, yeah? We'll do it more often.” He kissed me on the lips and wrapped me in his arms as I began to drift to sleep.
i’m very sure no one remembers me, but i was a somewhat popular writer about a year ago and then deleted my blog in february, but im back now!! for real this time… hopefully😭
more about me/writing stuff!! i am taking requests as we speak :)
hi! my blog had a lot of different usernames, including m7tallica, tallyca, and cryptic writings. my most popular fic was called trapped under ice (james x reader) and my longest was or so i thought (also james x reader lol)
anyways, i really miss writing and wanna get back into it! i’m totally up for anything that is NOT:
piss, scat, minors and adults, non consensual stuff, animals, really anything illegal, incest, violence (unless with context, i’m not gonna write a fic about james beating the shit out of reader), etc.
i WILL write just about anything else, including smut, angst, fluff, etc!
i really wanna do more longer and plot based works, especially with a lot of angst and fluff, but if the people want smutty one shots then i suppose that’s what the people shall get
anyways, i will write for all of metallica and megadeth most definitely, and maybe other bands if i know enough about the person you want, just send me an ask!🖤🖤
my blog is gonna change a lot until i find a vibe i like, so please ignore not😭 im probably gonna reupload one of my old fics in the mean time while i wait for a req :)
Ok so the reader is James Hetfields sister and he makes a rule that she’s not allowed to like any of his bandmates but she has a crush on Dave, and Dave finds out and they end up fucking and Dave keeps covering her face and telling her to be quiet so James doesn’t catch them, BUT HE DOES AND HE GETS REALLY MAD AT DAVE!!!
THANK YOU I LOVE YOUR WRITING ITS AMAZING!!
Warnings: Smut, mild hate fucking??, car sex, semi-public sex, James catches reader and Dave, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Ik this picture is post-Metallica but GODDAYUM
Your eyes widened, staring at your brother, James, who stood in the doorway of your bedroom. "Are you coming?" He asked impatiently.
You scrambled out of bed, nodding profusely. "Yes! Yes, I'm coming, just let me get ready." James rolled his eyes at you and told you to be quick, he was only waiting ten minutes.
He'd never let you around his friends or bandmates, only Ron and later Lars because, well... it was Ron and Lars. He didn't have much to worry about. However, now, he didn't trust you around anyone. More so, he didn't trust them around you.
"If you don't trust them why are you with them?" You'd ask every time, questioning his own fidelity within his relationships. He'd shoot you a look and tell you to fuck off.
None of that mattered now, he was taking you to his bands practice.
James had gotten you into the same music he liked, heavy metal, the British stuff, NWOBHM, and when he started playing guitar you were inthralled, loved watching him learn. You'd listen to him hammer away on it late into the night through the thin walls of your bedroom. When he started playing in bands you grew evermore intrigued.
You begged and begged to come to practices, to shows, he said no to everything. It was dangerous, he couldn't watch you constantly, it was better to just stay home, but he was finally giving in.
You put on something comfortable, shorts and a band shirt that you totally didn't steal from James. His fault for not doing laundry.
You hurried downstairs to meet James and followed him out to his shitty car.
You were quick to try and play music, practically vibrating with excitement, usually he let you but this time he swatted your hand away. "We have to pick up Lars, first." He said. "Then, we're going to meet Dave at Cliff's house, you're gonna sit in the corner and keep your mouth shut." You rolled your eyes at him. He gave your knee a gentle squeeze. "I didn't ask them before inviting you, they're not gonna want you there, so stay out of the way." You guessed that made sense, but you still didn't like it.
"Any more rules?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. James put both hands on the wheel and drove calmly.
He thought for a several moments, passing a few lights before speaking again. "Just... don't do anything stupid." He grumbled. "No, like, getting involved with anyone." You remembered back to meeting Ron, a pushover who sometimes tried too hard, nice enough but still. Then Lars.
You pushed that memory to the back of your mind, shaking your head. "You don't have to worry about that, Jamie." His gaze moved to you before returning to the road ahead.
He picked up Lars, as annoying as ever the whole way to Cliff's place.
When you got there this blaring guitar hit you as soon as you stepped out of the car, the garage door was open and inside was a tall slender guy with long brown hair, wafting smoke away from his mouth as he greeted his two bandmates. The other man with him, holding the guitar, also had long hair, but it was curlier, fluffy, ginger. It caught the sun and lit right up, much like your cheeks.
Lars nudged your forwards, your head whipped towards him angrily and he giggled. "You and James have the same face."
"We do not!" You barked back, face growing a deeper shade of red. You followed him into the garage, Dave was still focused on playing whatever it was he was working on. You found a seat next to Cliff, who offered you a hit of his joint. James didn't stop you, but the look he gave you did. "Not my style." You said with a small smile. Cliff shrugged and nodded.
"There's drinks in there." He said, gesturing to a cooler. "You don't have to touch to liquor." He assured. Cliff had his arm thrown over the couch, but he didn't mind you leaning against it, even giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. Nothing flirty.
James's words echoed in your mind, no getting involved. They got louder every time he looked at Dave. Tall, a scowl that was near constant, those cute little freckles dotted all over his cheeks, that stance he did anytime a riff really hit, his knees pointed in and his whole being went into it.
The drive home afterwards was silent as James thought of ways to make it clear that Dave was off limits, forever.
Now that you'd had a taste, and promised every second for almost a week straight that you wouldn't do anything with anyone, especially Dave, James couldn't keep you from the music.
You were showing up at practices, gigs, going out to see other bands, hanging out with them. You tried to stay close to Dave, though he found it rather annoying and would constantly try to lose you in the crowd, only to end up back with you.
"What the fuck's wrong with your sister?" Dave asked, yelling over the music for James to hear. He was pissed, he'd been with a girl outside the bar, ready to bring her back to his place, but she left when you came over to talk to him, something about the band. He didn't care, you just cockblocked him, that's all he cared about.
"What about her?" He asked defensively, already standing up, as if he'd ever get into a real fight.
"She's fucking everywhere!" At that point James realized it didn't really matter, Dave was pissed about something else and not really you.
"So?" He asked, sitting back down. "Better she sticks close than gets dragged off by someone." Dave groaned and rolled his eyes. "S'not like she's into you or anything." James mumbled, waiting for Dave to give something away.
Dave gave him a look, lip curled and an audible 'yugh' coming from him. He got up and left before he said anything he couldn't take back. At first he left the bar entirely, then he came back to find you.
"What's your problem?" He asked, taking the beer from your hand.
Your eyes widened slightly and you scanned around for James. "What's what?" You asked, looking back to him, taking your drink back.
"What is your fucking problem!" He repeated, louder now though the music still nearly silenced him. "You keep fucking scaring women off, if you wanted attention you could've just said that."
You stared blankly at him. "If I... attention? What..." The booze was making you slow. "Uh... no, James said I couldn't get involved."
His brows raised and he looked to the bar, finding James talking to the girl he'd been with before you came along. His jaw tightened. "Fuck James and his fucking big mouth." He grumbled, grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the bar and to his car.
You didn't complain, any words you tried to get out got caught in your throat anyway. He shoved you into the backseat of his car and crawled in after you, lips crashing against yours within seconds.
Dave's arms snaked around you, holding you to him as he pushing himself between your legs. "This is what you wanted, right?" He asked, hot breath fanning over your face.
You swallowed thickly, eyes flickering over his face before you nodded. Your lips met once more, moving fluidly against one another. His tongue flicked out, asking for entrance.
His hands got to work on your clothes, only undoing and taking off what was necessary on both your bodies, allowing his cock to be free and rub against your bare cunt. "Tell me you want it."
You eyed the beaty red head, pre leaking from his slit. "I-I want it, Dave, I want you to fuck me." The words came out airy, filled with neediness. He guided his cock into you, watching as you stretched around his girth. A low rumbling sound came from his chest, his brows furrowing as he watched you take him.
Your breath was fast when he finally bottomed out in you, cunt pulsing around him. He bit his lip. "Fuck, you wanted this so bad." He groaned, rocking his hips into yours. "So fucking wet."
He had a hand on your hip, holding you while pistoning his cock into you, stuffing you full of him and rubbing every inch of your gummy walls. The other hand went to cup your face, thumb wiping your cheek. Moans fluttered out of your mouth, getting louder the closer you got.
"Sound so pretty." He mused, smirking down at you. The car rocked, windows fogging up. "Can you say something?" He asked, thumbing over your bottom lip. "Wanna hear you, 'cause, y'know, everyone outside the car fucking can if you're gonna be this fucking loud." He snapped his hips into you harsher now, drawing sharper sounds from you.
"Ah! M-m'sorry, I-I can- I can't-" You stuttered out, unable to even finish the sentence. Dave groaned, throwing his head back. The hand on your cheek moved to cover your mouth.
"Don't, just- fuck, just stay there." He muttered, breathing picking up as his thrusts began to lose their rhythm.
The hand on your hip moved over a few inches, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it. His long, orange hair bouncing on his shoulders, framing his cute freckled face, rosy lips that snarled so sexy.
Your eyes rolled back, back arching off the worn seats as you came, Dave following shortly behind you. With a few final thrusts he finally stopped, lowering himself onto you. He only stayed still a moment before flipping you over so you were on top. "Give me a minute, then we can see how you do." He said playfully, rubbing your back.
You chuckled against him, nuzzling into his neck. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close and rubbing your back. You inhaled deeply, the sweet smell of sex. It clung to you.
The door jiggled and your head snapped to it, then it opened. "Hey, Dave, can you-" James stood outside the door, peering in. "You mother fucker!" He yelled, climbing in. "I'll fucking kill you!" Dave and you scrambled apart, dressing yourselves as best you could.
Dave sprinting down the road, struggling with his zipper. James chased after him. Lars poked his head into the car, finding you covering yourself with Dave's jacket, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. "They'll be fine, right?" You asked, still hearing James yelling threats at Dave.
"Depends," Lars said, walking around to the drivers side, sticking the keys in the ignition, "you got bail money?" You buried your face in your hands, groaning.
“you have way too much power over dave, because would he ever get on his hands and knees for someone else? the answer to that is no.” | 80s.
pairing. dave mustaine x reader | 80s.
warnings. smut. porn without plot. fingering (m. receiving). handjob. anal sex (m. receiving). multiple orgasms. dry orgasm.
wordcount. 3021 words.
note. sorry for keeping you waiting for so long :( but here it is! hope you enjoy! please, tell me if you enjoyed it! i'm like tinkerbell—if i don't get attention, i die! if you don't like it, i'm sorry. please, don't make me cry.
ps. i'm sorry, i know the person who requested this wanted him to be wearing a skirt, but even if dave was wearing one at first, i didn't know how to make him keep it on during sex. sometimes you don't write the story—the characters do 🤷🏻♀️
“Absolutely not,” Dave shook his head like it was the last decision, but you had never been the type to give up without a fight.
“Come on, you're gonna like it,” you pouted.
“I'm not gay,” he shook his head, crossing his arms.
You huffed. “I know you're not, but this isn't—”
“Don't say it isn't gay ‘cause it sounds pretty gay to me,” he said.
“Dave—”
“You're not putting anything up my ass.” His voice was firm—he wasn't having it.
“But—”
“I already put on this fucking skirt to make you laugh. I let you put your stupid lip gloss on me because you were pouting,” he interrupted you. “But my ass is not for grabs.”
“Come on,” you said, walking up to him until you were standing between his legs, his bare knees brushing against the skin of your thighs. “You're gonna like it! And if you don't, we'll stop.”
“Baby—” He tried to plead.
“And I'll let you do whatever you want after,” you offered. “Look, I'm not asking you to go along with it if you're not feeling it. I'm just asking you to try.”
Dave clenched his jaw and looked away. For a second, you thought he was getting angry, but his eyes were wandering from the wallpaper to the dresser and then back to the wallpaper. He was thinking about it, and that was enough for you.
He closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed before turning his head to you again. “Why?”
You tried to hide your smile, but the corners of your mouth tugged upward anyway. “Because you're gonna feel good. Physically, you're gonna feel good. Your prostate—”
“I know that,” he said, huffing. His cheeks were pink, and he had trouble looking into your eyes. “It's just—weird. Baby, only gay men get stuff up their ass.”
“They're not the only ones,” you snorted. “You can be straight and like it.”
He swallowed and sighed again, and this time it was longer and more resigned. “We're never talking about this again.”
You perked up. “We're not.”
“You're not gonna tell a fucking soul about this.”
“I promise.”
“I suppose you have your... things?” He asked, cringing inside. “You know, what you're gonna use to...?”
“Yes.” You nodded quickly, the corners of your lips tugging up with excitement. “I got them for you.”
“For me?” He asked with his eyebrows raised.
“In case you said yes,” you replied casually.
“God. How many times have you done this?” He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes again to not have to look at you.
“Zero,” you replied, the smile still present on your face.
He frowned. “That's not really comforting.”
“But I know what I'm doing,” you said confidently.
He hesitated.
Your voice softened. “Hey, we really don't have to do this if you don't want to.”
“No, it's just—” He sighed. “Baby, that's where I shit from.”
You threw your head back laughing. “I know,” you said between breaths. “Go to the bathroom and clean up while I get my stuff.”
“Clean up how?”
When Dave came out of the bathroom, he looked like a different man. His eyes reflected the horrors he had seen, he walked like he had been through things, and his hand was loosely clutching the skirt like he'd forgotten he was holding it.
“Put the skirt back on,” you said, nodding at the skirt in his hand.
He snapped his eyes up as reality sunk back in. “No. No, no, no. I'm already letting you do this shit. I'm not gonna be looking like a girl doing it.”
You gave him a deadpan look. “Dave, you don't look like a girl.”
“Well, if I wear the skirt while you're fucking my ass, I'll feel like one,” he said.
“Fine.” You rolled your eyes. “No skirt.”
“Good.”
You watched as he settled onto the edge of the bed next to you, his body tense, shoulders hunched forward like he was trying to make himself seem small enough not to be seen by you, which was useless because he was six feet tall.
The bedroom light cast soft shadows across his face, highlighting the pinkish flush that still lingered on his cheeks from the bathroom horrors. He avoided your gaze, staring instead at the carpeted floor, his fingers drumming lightly against his thigh in an anxious rhythm. You could see it, though, curiosity battling against the discomfort.
Gently, you placed a hand on his knee, feeling the warmth of his skin. “Lie back for me,” you said softly, your voice steady to ease his nerves.
He hesitated, his hazel eyes flicking up to meet yours for a brief second before darting away again. With a heavy exhale, he shifted, leaning back onto his elbows, his legs dangling off the edge of the bed and his feet planted on the floor. You moved closer, positioning yourself between his spread legs, your hands sliding up his thighs, feeling the soft hairs there. His breath hitched when you palmed him over his underwear.
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. “This is so fucking awkward,” he muttered, his voice low and rough.
You didn't respond right away; instead, you kept touching him through his underwear with one hand as the other slid up and down his thigh to try and calm him. He let you, but when you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, he grabbed your wrist lightly, not stopping you but giving himself a moment to doubt and reconsider.
“Baby, I don't know about this,” he said, his tone pleading now, and his eyes squeezing shut.
You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh, feeling the muscle twitch under your lips. “Trust me,” you whispered against his skin.
Slowly, he released your wrist, and you pulled his boxers down. He lifted his hips slightly to help, but his movements were stiff and reluctant, like every little thing cost him an unmeasurable amount of courage. His cock sprang free and lay semi-hard against his stomach, already showing signs of interest despite his hesitation.
You gave him one last kiss, right on his hipbone, and stood up to reach for the lube on the nightstand, the bottle full and cool and new in your hand.
When you walked back to the edge of the bed, kneeling down in front of him, you squirted a generous amount onto your fingers, warming it between them and watching Dave's face. His eyes were still closed, the apples of his cheeks colored with embarrassment, but his chest was rising and falling quicker now with anticipation mixing with dread.
“Put your feet on the bed and spread your legs a bit more,” you instructed gently.
He swallowed thickly and complied, planting his feet on the mattress and parting his legs wider, exposing himself fully.
Your slick fingers trailed down from the base of his cock, over his balls, and toward his entrance. He tensed immediately, a sharp intake of breath escaping him.
“This feels weird as hell,” he grumbled, shifting his hips away instinctively.
You paused, rubbing soothing circles on his thigh with your free hand. “Just relax, baby. Breathe.”
He nodded jerkily, forcing his body to be still, or at least, as much as he could. You pressed one finger against his tight ring of muscle, circling slowly to coax him open. The resistance was firm at first, his body clenching around the tip as you pushed in gently.
He let out a low groan, his hands fisting the sheets. “Shit,” he said through gritted teeth, his face twisting in discomfort. “That's invasive.”
You moved inch by inch, waiting for him to adjust, your other hand wrapping loosely around his cock. It twitched in your grip, hardening further as you slowly stroked from base to tip.
“See? Not so bad,” you murmured, though he shook his head, eyes still shut tight.
“It burns a little,” he admitted, voice strained.
You added more lube, twisting your finger slightly to ease the way in, feeling the tight heat of him envelop you. Once fully inside, you held still to let him adjust, your thumb circling the head of his cock in lazy motions.
His breathing evened out after a moment, though his body remained rigid. “Okay... it's not burning anymore,” he conceded reluctantly, the slightest hint of surprise in his tone. Anyone could've missed it, but not you.
You smiled to yourself and began to move, sliding your finger in and out with deliberate slowness, curling it upward to search for that spot that neither of you had ever experimented with. His cock throbbed in your hand, pre-cum beading at the slit as you spread it all over the head.
“God, this is so embarrassing,” he muttered, one hand coming up to cover his eyes. “Talking about my ass like that.”
You chuckled softly, increasing the pace just a fraction. Then, your finger finally brushed against his prostate—a firm, walnut-sized gland that made his entire body jolt abruptly.
Dave gasped sharply, his hips bucking involuntarily. “What the fuck,” he demanded, voice hoarse, peeking through his fingers.
You pressed again, massaging it with gentle, insistent circles. Pleasure rippled through him visibly. You felt his cock swelling fully in your grasp, the veins there pulsing as you stroked him faster.
“Ah,” he breathed, trying to play it off like he wasn't rock hard from having your fingers inside him, but his voice cracked and gave him away. “Fuck.”
His thighs trembled and his toes curled into the mattress as you kept going, fingers thrusting deeper to hit that spot repeatedly while your hand worked his cock in tandem. Filthy, slick sounds filled the room; his breaths were coming in ragged pants now, his free hand gripping your arm, not pushing away but holding onto it to steady himself as his hips started jerking, unconsciously chasing more of what he so stubbornly had refused to try.
“Wait, stop... n-no, don't stop,” he contradicted himself, confusion mixing with the building ecstasy.
He was close; you could feel it in the way his cock leaked steadily, in the tension coiling in his muscles, in his eyes squeezing shut, in his nose scrunching, in his lips pressed together, breathing hard through his nose.
“I'm gonna... fuck, baby, I'm gonna come,” he warned, his voice a desperate whisper.
You massaged his prostate harder, stroking his length with firm pulls, twisting at the head. His back arched, and a strangled groan escaped him despite his efforts to hide it. His balls tightened, and suddenly, he was coming, hot spurts of cum shooting across his stomach, splattering his skin, as he threw his head back, letting out the kind of moan that you'd never heard from him before.
He shuddered violently, hips jerking erratically as pleasure crashed over him. But you didn't stop there; your finger continued hitting his prostate, drawing out aftershocks that made him whimper—actual whimpers, not high, not exactly desperate, but soft and vulnerable.
“Baby, that's too much,” he panted, but there was no real protest, just overwhelmed need. “It's—I'm sensitive.”
Slowly, you withdrew your finger, watching him collapse back against the mattress, his chest heaving visibly.
His eyes opened finally, dazed and glassy, meeting yours with a mix of awe and lingering embarrassment. “That was intense—I guess,” he admitted, wiping sweat from his brow with his thumb, but he wasn't looking at you.
You stood up, then reached for the strap-on harness you'd prepared earlier. It was sleek, black silicone, attached to a comfortable belt that you fastened around your hips, not without effort; that thing was a puzzle.
His eyes widened and then squeezed shut, cringing as you lubed the dildo generously, some of it dripping down from it.
His post-orgasm haze cleared into fresh nervousness. “Fuck, we're really doing this,” he said, more of a statement than a question, before opening his eyes and sitting up slightly.
“Only if you want,” you reminded him, though the excitement in your voice was evident.
He swallowed hard, then nodded once after a second, decisively. “Yeah. Yeah, let's get it over with.” But there was a spark in his eyes now, curiosity finally winning over the shame of liking something he thought wasn't for men like him.
“Okay, turn around,” you said, circling the air with your finger to signal him. “It should be better that way.”
He recoiled instantly and frowned. “No, I'm not getting on all fours.” He shook his head quickly. “Pillow-biters do that.”
You clicked your tongue and tried to sound serious, but you were biting back a laugh. “Dave, that's offensive.”
“I don't care,” he said, shaking his head. “Doggy is for gay men.”
“Okay then,” you nodded.
...
“Changed my mind. I don't want to look at you,” he said, his cheeks burning red as he turned around and shifted onto his hands and knees, facing away from you.
You positioned yourself behind him, your hands gripping his hips to steady him. His skin was warm, slightly damp with sweat, and you ran your palms over the curve of his ass, kneading the firm muscles.
Dave shivered and tensed up, lowering his head to the mattress, forehead pressing into the sheets to hide his face. “Just go slow,” he requested, voice muffled.
You nodded, even though he couldn't see, and pressed the tip of the strap against his entrance. The initial push met resistance, his body tensing again as he let out a quiet wince.
You paused, rubbing his back in soothing strokes. “Breathe,” you coached. He did, and you inched forward, the head popping past the ring with a slick slide.
He grunted, fingers digging into the bed. “Fuck, that shit's big,” he complained, but he didn't pull away. “Couldn't you have chosen a smaller one?”
“This is the smallest they had,” you said, smirking. “And I'll remind you I take something bigger every night.”
He let out a breathy chuckle. “Yeah—now I don't know how you do it.” He sighed and sounded more relaxed when he spoke again. “Alright. Keep going.”
You nodded even if he couldn't see you and worked it deeper, stretching him gradually, the lube easing the way as you thrust shallowly to help him adjust. Inch by inch, you filled him until your hips met his ass, the strap buried to the hilt.
He let out a quiet, strangled sound, his breaths coming in short bursts as his body quivered slightly. “Fuck—that's full,” he rasped, his voice restrained. You held still, your hands caressing his sides. “Okay. You can move.”
You began with slow, shallow thrusts, pulling out halfway before sliding back in, feeling the resistance give way to smoother glides. His sounds started soft, almost involuntary, just grunts at first, then deeper sounds as you angled to hit his prostate again.
“Ah,” he gasped, head lifting briefly before dropping back down, exhaling deeply. “There.”
You picked up the pace, hips snapping forward with more force, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room. His cock, hard once more despite his recent release, swung beneath him, untouched but leaking pre-cum onto the sheets.
He tried to stifle his sounds, biting the back of his hand, but as you fucked him harder, pounding that sensitive spot relentlessly, the moans broke free. “Fuck... yeah,” he groaned, voice breaking, no longer hiding the pleasure. “That's—that's good.”
His body moved with each thrust, clenching around the strap, pulling you deeper, and rocking back experimentally. You let him set the pace, and after a moment, he started pushing back faster and more insistently, a low hum escaping his throat.
You reached around, wrapping your hand around his cock, stroking in time with your movements. He cried out, the dual sensation overwhelming him. “Baby, I can't. I'm gonna come again,” he warned, but you didn't let up, fucking him steadily while jerking him off.
His moans turned desperate, hips bucking back to meet you. Then, suddenly, he tensed, cock pulsing in your fist as he came a second time, cum spilling over your fingers and dripping down.
But you kept going, thrusting deep and fast, massaging his prostate through the strap's pressure, hearing him whimper louder, no shame now. His body shook, oversensitive now, but the pleasure kept growing. It was different and intense, building slowly from deep within without the immediate release.
“Wait—something's... fuck,” he panted, confusion mixing with ecstasy. Your hand continued its strokes, smooth and slick with his cum, while you drove into him hard enough to rock his body. “Ah! W-Wait—”
The dry orgasm hit him like a wave—no ejaculation, but pure, shuddering bliss coming from his core.
He collapsed forward onto his elbows, a long, drawn-out moan tearing from his throat as his body convulsed, his prostate milking pleasure, leaving him a trembling mess.
“What the fuck—” He gasped afterward, voice wrecked, turning his head to glance back at you with unbelieving, stunned eyes.
You slowed your thrusts, easing him down gently before pulling out completely. He hissed at the emptiness, but when he rolled onto his back, he pulled you down for a messy, breathless kiss, feeling you laugh into it as your body fell on top of his.
“Maybe that wasn't so gay?” He murmured against your lips, a tired grin breaking through. You laughed, holding him close, both of you totally spent.
The room fell quiet save for your shared breaths. His reluctance had finally melted away, replaced by the quiet acceptance that he had liked it, and as his hand traced lazy patterns on your back, he looked completely relaxed.
