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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Gamzee_Makara/Dave_Strider, Dave_Strider/John_Egbert, Jake_English/Dirk
      Strider, Rose_Lalonde/Kanaya_Maryam, Jane_Crocker/Roxy_Lalonde
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Gamzee_Makara, John_Egbert, Dirk_Strider, Bro, Tavros
      Nitram
  Additional Tags:
      Trans!_Dave_Strider, Bara!_John_Egbert, Humanstuck, use_of_drugs, Rough
      Sex, Forced_Sex, forced_blowjob, Gamzee_isn't_the_best_person, Not_all
      characters_are_in_character, Don't_Expect_Then_To_Be_In_Character, Sorry
      Not_Sorry, Each_Chapter_Has_A_Different_Point_of_View, Most_Chapters_Are
      In_Third_Person, 9/10_Times_in_Third_Person, Crying, Abuse, verbal_and
      physical_abuse, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Non-Consensual_Touching, Alternate
      Universe_-_No_Game, Alternate_Universe_-_Human, Smut, a_lot_of_smut,
      Majority_of_Story_Will_Be_Smut, John_is_a_sweet_Bara_Babe, Jake_is_a
      sweet_Bara_Babe_Too, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-10-10 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1335
****** Your Goofy Grin ******
by SpotidSalamango
Summary
     After a long, hard night, Dave finds himself left in a ditch to, what
     seems like, die.
     Not until he wakes up with someone shaking his shoulder, bright blue
     eyes staring down at him with the world's goofiest grin.
How the hell did you get here?
“Boom. Boom, Boom. Showtime, motherfucker, it's on. Apocalypse now, I'm
droppin' this bomb. You can't fuck with this song. I'll stick to this spliff,
I'm not klapping this bong. I'm a wild child, I don't wanna go to bed. Oh,
shit, sorry man, I'm stoned again-”
That damn music had been blasting through the stereo for the past hour, mixing
in with different songs, mostly rap. Gamzee had similar tastes in music, but
his songs were slightly different. Normally they'd have less bass in them then
you'd like.
“You okay, bro?”
The voice breaks the silence in the car and Dave feels a lonesome hand resting
on his inner thigh.
“Yeah…?”
He reaches down and brushes the hand away, earning a grunt from Gamzee.
“You seem tired.”
“Well kinda, we've been out all fucking night.”
Gamzee laughs, a long and croaked laugh. “Sorry Bro, you'll be home soon.”
“You said this would only take us like, thirty minutes Gamzee. I could've been
home by now if I rode my bike.”
Dave's right.
He'd been at Gamzee's house all day previously and the clown had offered him a
ride home in his car. Dave agreed, though he knew he shouldn't have. Gamzee had
a bad reputation of hitting on him, even though Dave made it very blunt that he
didn’t want anything to do with him, sexually that is.
Even though Tavros had made his feelings apparent to the guy, Gamzee didn't
seem to care. It was a little sad honestly. Tavros is a pretty nice dude, he
would've been a good influence on Gamzee if the guy didn't push him away.
“I know bro, just a little longer.”
Dave looked up and out the window, seeing he had no idea where they were.
“Gamzee are you lost?”
“Nope.”
“Then where the fuck are we?” Dave lived in an apartment in the city, right now
all Dave could see were huge pine trees; Not something you see in the city.
“We're taking a shortcut.”
“Gamzee.”
“It'll be quick, trust me.”
“Gamzee.” Dave gritted his teeth together, drawing his attention back to
Gamzee. The stoner was staring out the front window, a crooked grin on his
face. “Pull over.”
“What? Oh, c'mon bro we're-”
“Pull over!” Dave was at his boiling point with all this. He just wanted to go
home.
Gamzee looked a little shocked at how Dave yelled, but followed orders anyway.
He pulled the car off the road and into the dirt ditch, turning the engine off
after so everything was silent, not even the radio was on.
Dave tried to open the door, but the child-safety lock was set in place.
“Unlock the doors. Now, Gamzee.”
“Dave, my brother, relax.”
“Don't tell me to relax! Let me out!” Now he was a little anxious now, fear
creeping up his neck after pooling into his chest.
Once Dave realized Gamzee wasn't going to unlock the child-lock he reached over
the seats, stomach on Gamzee's lap as he fiddled with the door controls. “Now
Gamzee! I'm not fucking playing!”
Gamzee grabbed Dave's collar and held him back, ignoring the nails scratching
at his arms. “I said, relax.”
Dave felt a lump form in his throat when Gamzee's voice turned somewhat
sinister at the end. Suddenly the hand on his collar jerked back and another
hand pushed hard against his chest, pushing him up against the passenger
window. The window started to crack and a wound opened on the back of Dave's
head, blood smearing onto the glass.
“..Gamzee…” Dave was almost wheezing, his asthma starting to act up. “What the
fuck man?” He stared at his friend with wide eyes as Gamzee climbed into the
passenger seat with him.
“Gamzee, get off, get off-” He was weakly trying to push the other off, hands
shaking.
“Shut up, motherfucker.” Gamzee's hands started to gently caress Dave's hair,
making the smaller male tremble in fear.
“Gamzee you're sitting on my chest, please, get off-”
“I said, shut up.” Gamzee snarled, teeth baring tight as his hands moved
further down before stopping at his own jeans to unbutton them.
Dave's wide eyes were plagued with fear, now pushing at Gamzee's hands, arms,
chest, legs, anything to get him off. “Please, get off me, Gamzee stop-”
He'd never pleaded to anyone like this, not even Bro when they'd have their
rooftop fights. Bro would have a sword against Dave's throat but like hell he'd
beg for him to get off. Maybe it was because he knew Bro would never intend to
hurt him.
With Gamzee, this dude’s a wildcard, there was no telling what he'd do.
Gamzee unzipped his pants and fished out his cock, left hand grabbing a fistful
of Dave's hair to tug him closer.
“Gamzee c'mon, you can't be serious.”
But he was.
Gamzee was rock-hard and eager to get off. He opened Dave's mouth with two
fingers, grinning when the smaller male tried to bite down. “Not gonna happen,
bro.” With that he pushed into Dave's mouth, muffling a scream that had tried
to come out. “Keep yellin’ it feels so fuckin’ good.” He smiled wide, releasing
Dave's hair to move his hand to the back of his head.
Dave was disgusted to say the least, it tasted gross. Salty with a hint of
sweetness. Gamzee had a tight grip on the back of his head, forcing him to pull
off and on, over and over again. His jaw started to hurt badly from the
pressure and Gamzee left no excuse for air or to even spit out the saliva
building up in his mouth. Tears were spilling down his cheeks and all he wanted
to do was curl up in a ball and just die.
Gamzee started to pick up his speed, liking it much more now that Dave had
given in. He held onto either side of Dave's head, thrusting into his mouth
hard enough for the boy’s head to his against the shattered window. Dave was on
the brink of passing out, breathing shallow and rapid. Gamzee could only smile,
this felt great. He'd wanted this so long. So fucking long.
With one final thrust he came into Dave's mouth with a loud grunt before slowly
pulling out. “Motherfucker…” He chuckles breathlessly, looking at Dave as his
head tilted to the side. “You still there, bro?” He reached down, lifting
Dave's shades to reveal the red eyes looking straight up at him. “Good. You had
me worried there for a second, c'mon, you gonna swallow or not?” Gamzee
sneered, seeing cum dribble down Dave's chin. “Whatever.” He tucked his dick
away into his pants, zipping himself back up and everything.
“Well, alright bro. See ya’.” He popped open the door and pushed Dave right
out. Watching him tumble into the ditch before reaching back to grab the kid's
phone and backpack, throwing it at him.
Dave shifted slightly, glancing up through the tears in his eyes to see
Gamzee's truck ride away as if it were nothing. His body was sore now. One for
being punched around the car like a rag-doll. Two for just being thrown to the
ground and having a heavy backpack land atop of him.
He tried to move, but it seemed his body had other plans because there was no
way in hell he was going to be able to stand. So, he took deep breaths,
spitting out the salty reminder of what just happened.
Soon he managed to drift off into a slumber. No longer caring where he was
anymore.
 
Hours passed. Maybe it was a few hours? He wasn't actually sure. All he knew
was that he woke up to a large hand on his shoulder, shaking him gently until
his eyes finally made out his surroundings. Bright blue eyes stared down at
him, a goofy grin settling just below that.
"I've never seen someone with white hair and red eyes before....Are you
uh...Are you okay?"
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