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Feeling freaky and all I can think about is dave fucking you from behind with his arm around your neck choking you with those fucking biceps
Someone needs to euthanize me.
A/n: I was writing a different fic when I got this notification and it was really funny bc I had just been staring at the screen thinking about Dave’s fucking arms
Warnings: smut, choking, asphyxiation, spanking, degradation, muscle kink, sir kink, size kink, mirrorsex, belly bulge, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
I have never had such a hard time trying to find a picture of Dave and I’m pretty sure I’ve used this exact picture before but MY GOD I was struggling 😔

Dave had a you in a chokehold, occasionally his hand would come down to spank you. This was your punishment for walking in on him.
It wasn’t your fault, he was so fucking hot and you were sharing a hotel room together while Megadeth was on tour. Dave showered every chance he could and he’d always come out of the bathroom in just a towel.
Of course you ogled him, and he noticed, you didn’t think he’d mind if you just peeked into the bathroom while he showered.
He kept the curtain open, water spraying everywhere. You looked him up and down, eyeing him deliciously all the way from his thick thighs to his meaty cock you wanted to choke on, to have buried so deep inside you it gave you a lobotomy. From his cumgutters and happytrail all the way up to his wet hair before finally landing on… his eyes glaring daggers into you.
His palm landed on your already red ass again. “Fucking bitch, who the fuck said you could come in on me like that?” Your eyes crossed, face red from embarrassment, from how good he felt, a touch of asphyxiation.
“I-I did!” You moaned. “I wanted to see, wanted-wanted you to fuck me.” You moaned out, voice echoing off the tiled walls.
Again his hand came down on you. “This is what you wanted all along?” He demanded. “You could’ve just asked, but I guess I’ll have to train you, huh?”
You whined loudly, walls clenching around him. “Yes, please! Train me.” Dave smirked as you begged him to fix you.
“Such a fucking brat.” His hips stilled inside you, taking away the high you were so close to reaching. Another loud whine left you, tears filling your eyes. “Brats don’t get to cum.” He growled, tightening his hold on you.
You watched the muscles in his arm flex, shoulder and bicep so voluptuous, the veins in his forearm and hand as it clenched in a fist. You looked so weak under him, so small and fragile in his hold.
It got harder to breathe but you couldn’t think about that, too focused on the way he rammed into you repeatedly. Veiny cock hitting deep in you, a bulge forming with every thrust.
His grunts fell straight onto your ear, filling your mind and smoking it up like steam on a mirror. You were sure that if he let go of your throat you’d be screaming his name, creaming around his furry base.
His ball hit your thighs, pubes wet with sweat and your juices leaking from your abused hole, neglected clit pulsing painfully. “Need someone to fix your attitude.” He huffed. “Not gonna get that by getting what you want.” His thrusts stopped again, hold on you tightening once more.
You were in for a long night of choking and edging, your ass stinging. “Plea-please, sir…” you stammered, the lack of oxygen hitting your brain, “I-I’ll be good, I’ll be- I’ll be better, sir, promise…”
Dave’s smirk only widened further. “That’s a good cocksleeve, but sluts don’t talk.”
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First time-James Hetfield
Cockwarming-Dave Mustaine
Wax play-Kirk Hammett
Somnophilia-James Hetfield
Blindfold-James Hetfield
Knife Kink-Kirk Hammett
Aftercare-Kirk Hammett
Rough sex-Dave Mustaine
Sex Pollen-Lars Ulrich
Car Sex-Dave Mustaine
Daddy Kink-James Hetfield
Bondage Sex-Dave Mustaine
Bath Sex-Kirk Hammett
Stripping-James Hetfield
Lap dance-Dave Mustaine
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Dave & Lars (1999) 🩷
#dave mustaine smut#dave mustaine#lars ulrich#lars ulrich smut#metallica#megadeth#dave mustaine x reader#lars ulrich x reader
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anything having to do with dave mustaine + breeding kink.. we are incredibly delulu tonight, yes indeed 🗣📣❗❗
oh yes u r so right. and oh yes we are!!
kiss of life

summary: a quiet night on dave’s tour leads to a late night confession of his, which leads to something more.
warnings: unprotected sex (don’t do this), breeding kink, one mention of drug misuse, consent is not verbally said, sleepy sex, dominant dave, he’s so cute kill me, all that jazz, dirtiest thing ive wrote yet also the shortest
w/c: 2.2k
sorry this is shorter than usual, i couldn’t think of a good plot idea for this, so it’s very basic lol ^.^ not proofread so correct me on mistakes!!
the almost minuscule tv on the beside table hummed muffled sounds in confluence, a showing of an old 60s movie, (which seemed so ancient now), radiating the bedroom with hues of grey, and even darker greys. you couldn’t say it was the best hotel room you had stayed in, but it wasn’t even close in being the worse. it was comfortable, and that was enough for a night, or a few.
you lay on your side, facing the diminutive television, though only really paying attention when the room would light up white, your hands clasped together under the not so unusually thick, hotel pillow. so much for comfort, when you could deem the single pillow practically thicker than the mattress.
dave was propped up beside you, his large hand calloused with litters of guitar scars from playing too harshly, (which you had berated him for many times), draped over your waist. his other hand was holding him up so he could see over your body, eyes glazing over the tv lazily. his shirtless body was pressed against your own, the only thing separating the embrace of pure skin on skin being the lacy silk night dress you were sporting, the colour a captivating mix, or so dave thought, between cream and an off white.
“are you even watching this?” he muttered, a mix between a question and a statement, the hint of a smile slipping through his words. he suddenly let himself flop down into the mattress, the bed rumbling sideways with a soft thud.
“no,” you murmured, turning to face him. “are you?” you questioned, already knowing the answer from his body language. he was laying on his back, facing the yellowed popcorn ceiling, that had a multitude of darker splurges, probably from a leak that was never fixed.
he shook his head, turning on his side to face you, the remnants of a grin visible through his features, his eyes a slight crease. he lifted his arms, wiggling those calloused fingers as a signal for your comforting touch.
“how was the show?” you whispered, rolling into his arms, your face fitting perfectly between the crook of his neck, his head resting just above yours. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his left hand working through your hair, detangling strands that were slightly caught up from your movement in the bed. you hummed.
“good,” he replied, his usually gruff spoken voice soft with eloquence. the show was good, and you knew it. the way the band performed was just so perfect everytime, well, at least all the shows you had been there for since joining him on tour- what your question really meant, was how he had found the show. he never really said much about it, but his dedication to his fans through every show was so clear. you knew what he really wanted to say, though the words never came to life. good, to him meant great.
it was rare for a night to end this way for him. usually, the band would go out to celebrate and blow some steam, (by snorting up god knows what), only stumbling back to the hotel at some stupid hour late into the next day, to repeat it all again the same night. but tonight wasn’t one of those nights.
you curled into his touch, slipping your arm through the tiny gap between your body and his to rest on his bare chest, a leg hooked over his hip. this seemed to awaken something inside of him, a fire of some sort, as he suddenly came to his senses, becoming more awake. he moved his hand from your now deranged hair to massage your thigh, pulling you further into his embrace.
he shuffled into a position where he was able to sit up and look at you, all while still keeping you connected. to him with an invisible string. the change of position allowed you to completely straddle him, your silky night dress now hooking up by your hips. you played your head down on his chest, your ear against his skin catching the sounds of his comforting heart beat.
“you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he spoke, almost grunted, his voice now sounding much more restrained than it previously was. he brought his hand to scratch gently under your chin, an amiable purr escaping through your plumped lips.
“yes.” you murmured into his chest, your breath a hot contrast to the slight chill of the room. he used the same hand to pull your face up, sculpting you in a particular position to be facing him, his thumb brushing up and down, up and down gently, like a broken record on repeat.
“good,” his subtle grin showed excitement, but his eyes deceived him, his excitement clear- and then it all clicked. “because i’ve been thinking about this all day, baby,” the state you were once in- your eyes, that were oh so ready to flutter closed for once and for all until the morning sun arose, now felt incredibly awake, entranced, even- that state had dissipated. “can you be that good girl for just a bit longer? then i’ll let you rest.”
you nodded, and there was no time for either of you to waste, no time for you to even think before your night dress was slipping off your shoulders, the cream silk having an easy escape. you smoothly pulled your arms out of the thin sleeves, easily but with little agility, your exhaustion catching up to your, your panties wetted.
one of his hands cradled your chest, groping your breast and rubbing his pointer finger against your blushed nipple, squeezing it between his thumb, soft whimpers escaping you. his other hand found its place against your bare back, holding you up and steady on his lap, but not for long. he ravenously manoeuvred both of your bodies, so that you were lying, back pressed firmly against the mattress, pulling your sleepwear down your legs and flinging it off to the side, landing on the floor with a gentle thump.
and then he was ontop of you again, your hands suddenly feeling frail and useless as he placed his weight just above yours, his body height emitting like blazing yours, your fingers stretching against his sides. you hadn’t even realised he had already shed himself of his boxers.
he slouched his head down so was face to face with your breasts, licking his lips to gather up wetness, before harshly sucking on your left breast, leaving trails of spit in his wake, a sloppy, messy kiss. “can’t wait until one day, when these are so full and plump,” his voice had grown in an octave since you had last heard it, his words muffled, his breath heavy on your bare chest. you sucked in a tight gust of air. “the mother of my children.”
his words caused an instant change in your body, your arousal wetting your thighs and your cheeks turning a sweet red, cascading down your neck and into your nimble fingertips. he released his grip in your boob with his mouth, quickly moving down your body, his hands trailing down, his fingers giving your right nipple an endearing squeeze.
he spread your thighs with his weaker hand, his stronger one inspecting your gushing pussy, a tender finger spreading it apart, a thumb pressing down onto your clit. you released an enthralling whimper, and a grin graced his pretty face, his ginger locks falling onto his features like a sculpture. “already so wet f’me,” he noted, the movements of his thumb causing a full body jerk out of you. “does the idea of having my children get you off?”
you nodded frantically like a maniac, his words combined with his teasing tone making everything feel just a bit more fuzzy than it already was, your eyes threatening to flutter shut. but he wouldn’t let that happen, not yet anyway.
in seconds he pulled himself back up, his arms caging you in, his dick hitting your lower stomach. he lifted his right hand, spitting on it, (which somehow made you much more wetter, if that was even possible), bringing it down to pump his dick a few times, holding it against your pussy lips.
“look at me,” he spoke, stern and dominating. and so you did, bringing your eyes to his, his brown orbs filled with hunger and love, his adoration for you never fading. “are you ready, baby?” his features held concern for your sleepy state, fighting off the feeling of his pulsing dick for just a few seconds to check your head, clear your mind. you nodded. “i need to hear you say it.” his brows furrowed.
“yes, yes, please.” you begged, wrapping your soft arms around his neck, pulling him down, closer to your frame- and that was all the conformation he needed. seconds had never felt longer than they did now, the quick slip of time before he pushed in agonising for the both of you.
and with a mutual moan, he was in, slotted perfectly into you like he was your missing piece, your puzzle finally completed. he didn’t waste any more time before he started to thrust, slow at thrust, getting deeper as he took his time with you. by the 4th thrust of the in and out motion he had acquired, he was fully in, filling you to the brim, his balls flush against the smooth slope of your ass, your whimpers starting to fill the along, along with the stench of sex that was starting to quickly take over your senses.
“i wanna pump you up, all nice and full,” his words could hardly catch up with the speed of his thrusts, your whole body jerking at bouncing to the rhythm, everything about him sending you into a cacophony of melodic infatuation, words beyond comprehension, a sonnet of love. “you want that too, baby?”
and when you thought he possibly couldn’t get any deeper, he made it happen, his dick practically impaling you.
“m’ gonna breed you, make you my wife,” it was like he wasn’t even thinking before speaking, all these words falling out and escaping his lips, all the truth. like a fantasy he had dreamed for, for months beforehand, all these confessions piling up and making it hard for you to do anything but whimper, but moan and beg for more, to please him, because god knows that’s there’s nothing you would want more to be his wife, and eventually one day mother his children. “you’ll look so pretty, full with my babies.”
his thrusts became more erratic by the minute, and you could sense him nearing his release, his words spurring the both of you along to that sublime heaven, that gushy feeling in your stomach beginning to bubble up, fizzing as it nears its burst- and dave knew this too.
“you want me to come inside you, fill you up until you’re leaking?” his balls slapping against your ass made you just want to close your eyes and succumb to the bliss, though his harsh movements weren’t making it very easy. “my dirty girl, aren’t you?”
“uh-huh, mhmm,” you moaned, profanities spilling from your lips on repeat, unable to stop yourself, or the squeaks and whimpers that he found oh so delightful.
somehow he was able to grin through the immense pleasure, his lips curling at the sides, his face wrinkled with his eyes half shut, beads of sweat dripping down his face, rolling down his arm due to his languid efforts to please, his arm propping himself up growing shakier as he neared release.
“my sweet girl wants me to come inside her, all nice and deep,” he grunted out, breathing heavily as his thrusts became sloppier, your thighs sticky and wet with the combination of your juices, and his sweat, a thin layer adorning his whole body, his chest olied and faint abs clear as day. “i’m gonna give you what you want.” his thrusts became ever faster, his hips moving at incredible speeds as he spurted his cum out inside your gushy walls, a guttural groan escaping him.
his orgasm had him pulling you down with him, your own making you see stars, crashing down on you like a malicious wave, your vision going white as you held your eyes tightly shut. he rode you down out of your orgasm, his thrusts becoming slower and more controlled, his breathing shaky and unsteady, your own chest rising and falling uncontrollably, completely spent. he realised this when he finally pulled out, the look on your face telling him all that he needed to know, your shut eyes then proving it.
his expression was filled with love as he admired you, bringing a shaky hand to brush your hair out of your face and tuck it behind your eyes, smiling down at your exhausted form. “always so good for me. i know i was rough tonight, honey, but you did so well,” he begrudgingly lifted himself from your body, admiring your features as he kneeled beside the bed, stroking along your arm as gentle as he possibly could muster up. you had made him soft. “i’ll get you all cleaned up, you just rest now.”
he leaned over, placing a soft, wet kiss to your forehead, before standing up. he hesitated for a few moments, until he knew you were okay, and only then going to the bathroom to retrieve clean up supplies, wiping you down with a lukewarm wet paper towel. “goodnight, baby.”
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dave being into close contact positions during sex… he’s pressed to ur back, got your legs over his shoulders, chest to chest, hand holding etc <3333
hold on i’m doing backflips


AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFHSJFHSJDHAKDHSJ
god just imagine having dave behind you…him pressing kisses from your lower back all the way to your neck, burying his face there. him wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you into him as he rests his chest against your back, murmuring things like “taking me so well” or “fuck yes just like that”
or or or or
having your legs over his shoulder, placing a kiss on your calf and massaging the backs of your thighs. his thrusts are slow yet hard when brings his arms around your legs, looking down to see where the two of you connect
ORRRRRRRR
having him on top of you, his weight crushing you in the best way possible. your lips never part from his unless it’s to breathe, and even then you’re disappointed at the brief loss of contact. just imagine the two of you lost in each other, tongues and teeth clashing as he brings you to your orgasm. his hands clutch yours and he brings it to the sides of your head. the pace of his thrusts increase while your moans are muffled by his while you come undone. you cry while holding an even tighter grip on dave’s hands, lifting your head to deepen the kiss.
after you calm down, dave would probably lay on his back, bringing you along with him. he would play with your hair, praise you, tell you how good you were for him and how amazing tonight was<333
i just know he’s so sweet and loving in bed i need him :((
#i’m so in love with him#i’m having the biggest dave mustaine brain rot someone help me#he’s just so perfect yk????#dave mustaine#dave mustaine x reader#dave mustaine smut#megadeth#megadeth smut#dave mustaine megadeth
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thinkin about this dave and how he’s such a dad bf. just taking care of you, spoiling you with little gifts or a nice dinner. always showering you with praise, calling you his good girl, his pretty baby. truly you are his pride and joy.
and out in public he’s always got a hand on you, guiding you wherever you need to go, rubbing your thigh when you sit down to dinner. just subtle hints of dominance here and there to remind you your his.
and he takes just as good care of you in the bedroom. you’re his little pillow princess, how could he not? he always makes sure your in the most comfy positions while your taking his cock, whispering in your ear about how well you take him, “like you were made for me, baby.”
and you get absolutely delirious one day, and accidentally call him daddy, and he teases the ever-loving shit out of you, much to your embarrassment. grinding his hips into yours, thumbing harshly over your clit, saying things like “why’re you gettin’ so shy? i might as well be your daddy, m’spoilin’ you so much,”
but he must not be too turned off by the name, because it’s not too long before he’s making a mess out of your cunt, filling it with his cum <333
#dad bf! dave might join bad boy! dave in the dave-me0wstaine cinematic universe#but bad boy! dave will always be the priority >:)#dave mustaine#dave mustaine x reader#dave mustaine smut#dave mustaine fanfiction#megadeth#megadeth x reader#megadeth smut#megadeth fanfiction#dad bf! dave
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Lord fucking save me
Anyways, hello!!! I’m back and I’m sorry I have been inactive.
I lost the request, but it was asking for Dave Mustaine nsfw alphabet. Here you go!!
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
It depends on what era this is. In the 80s he would be this wild dude who only cared for his own release. He would kiss you and fetch you a glass of water. In the 90s and later, the aftercare would be top tier. He would take you to shower together, praise you and eventually cuddle and fall asleep.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Dave is definitely a lower half guy. Waist, hips, thighs and of course ass. He’d hold you by your hips while slamming his cock into you with a bruising grip, smack your ass whenever he’s around you and hold your waist in public. But he also loves your tits and loves sucking on them.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He loves cumming inside, painting your walls white, but he’ll also cum on your abdomen, or when you give him head on your pretty pink lips. Even better when you swallow, but nothing compares to cumming in your pussy.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He’d definitely share you once or twice with Ellefson. The image in his head of having a threesome gets him going every time. But he’d do it once or twice because he doesn’t want you to like ellefson more than him, he’s a little boy too after all. And he’d have a threesome only if you want to, of course.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Dave’s had an insane sex drive his entire life since he was 15 (it’s real btw). He’s fucked plenty of women before and knows how to read bodies like a book. He knows the best spots and how to hit them while fucking you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Dave likes watching your face when he fucks you. He likes how your mouth opens when you moan and when you beg for more. So it’s gonna be missionary. He can easily hold your hips and waist for a better fucking. Plus, he watches your tits bounce. Bonus points.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Dave is definitely serious when having sex. He seeks your orgasm, but also his own. He’s concentrating on you and you only, but he’ll chuckle a bit of something happens while you guys are fucking.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Dave has a wild red mane on his head, flying everywhere when having sex. On his chest he has some little coil-like hairs he’s very proud of. Down there, he doesn’t shave completely, he likes to have a little bit of hair to point out his masculinity, but if you ask him, he’d shave completely.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Dave is more of a rough guy, fucking your brains out while still caring about you deeply. But on special occasions, he’ll be extra gentle with you, fucking you gently and worshipping every inch of your body and praising you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Dave jacks off a lot, don’t tell me otherwise. In the shower, in bed, in the car. Everywhere. When he can’t have sex with you because he’s on tour or if you’re on your period, he’ll masturbate a lot. On tour he jerks off with you on the phone or finishes on a picture of your nude self he carries everywhere.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He has a big size kink and he always points out how small you are not only during sex, but also in your every day life. He likes how his hands cover almost all your abdomen and how he can hold both your wrists up with only one hand.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Bed and couch are always the best. He likes something comfortable, but he’ll have sex in the shower, restroom, car, tour bus.. etc.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Literally everything. He’s always horny for you. But he’ll get really horny if he sees you wearing his clothes. Like if you wear one of his shirts he’ll get a boner in no time. Wearing something revealing does the same thing too. He loves your body, doesn’t matter if you’re on the chubby side, or the more skinny side. He loves you.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything you’re not comfortable with. Blood play, some really extreme bdsm… etc. he wants both of you to enjoy sex and he would absolutely stop if you told him too.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves receiving. He loves cumming in your mouth and on your face. But he also loves giving. He loves that pussy and he worships every drop of fluid that comes out of that tiny hole. He’d slurp you up like there’s no tomorrow and sometimes he’d ad a finger or two.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He’s definitely fucking your rough and fast. He’d go endless rounds of cumming without stopping while making you squirm beneath him. But as I said, if you want it slow and sensual, he wouldn’t think twice and he’s have slow sex with you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
In his wild rockstar life where everything was unpredictable, quickies were a common thing. You guys would have quickies in bathrooms, cars, behind clubs, in studios… everywhere
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s open to anything as long as you’re comfortable with it. Referring to public sex he’s pretty risky. In pools or jacuzzis, or under the table with his band mates he’d finger you and edge you, to get you ready for what was about to come…
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Dave lasts about 5 to 6 rounds. But it depends on if he jerked off before fitting in bed (he acc said that in an interview)
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Dave doesn’t use toys on himself, but he does use them on you. He loves seeing you come for the hundredth time from a buzzing vibrator.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh he’d tease you for hours… he loves listening to you beg for his cock or beg for him to stop edging. He’d edge you till the last second before you cum then listen to your whines.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Usually he does nothing fore than a grunt or some groans, but when he’s submissive he’d whine and moan and whimper for you to go faster. (Karma huh)
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Even tho I said that he doesn’t use toys for himself, once or twice he does use a vibrator on himself, pressing it against his throbbing tip while his other hand jerks the rest of his dick off.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He’s a solid thick 7 inches, slightly curving upwards. He’s proud of himself and likes to brag about it sometimes.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
As I said earlier, he has an insane sex drive since his teenage years.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Again, it depends on the era. But he’d wait for you to fall asleep first, and then he’d follow up.
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Thanks for the request‼️‼️‼️
#reqs open#dave mustaine#metallica#megadeth#dave mustaine smut#metal#Dave mustaine x reader#megadeth smut#rockstarslutt
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dave headcannons? 💕 absolutely in love with your writing
I have been dying to do a list of my Dave headcanons, I’m so glad someone requested them!! (PS: this is the first time I’m making a headcanon post, so I don’t rlly know how to format/write this… but I’ll try my best 😭🫶)



My Dave Mustaine Headcanons <3
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How he is dating you:
For starters, Dave wouldn’t care for you like he would anyone else. He’d treat you like you were his most prized possession (which you are). He writes songs for you, and sometimes performs them for you if you two are alone. Anytime you’re near him, he feels his heart rate increase and he trips over his words, not knowing how to react knowing that you’re his and only his.
Once he figured out how to talk to you without stuttering, he would shower you with compliments every day.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?”
“I can’t believe your mine.”
“Every time I look at you, I never get used to how gorgeous you are.”
On the outside, Dave looks like a tough son of a bitch who hates the sappy shit about love, but on the inside, his heart is full of the cheesy kinda love which he can only give to you
His forms of affection:
His biggest form of affection is physical touch, but he also loves words of affection.
After a long show, the first thing he needs as he’s getting off stage is to be in your arms. It calms him down tremendously and he couldn’t live without you. He doesn’t even look at anyone after a show unless it’s you, and once he lays his eyes on you, he tosses his guitar to the side and runs up to you with open arms, embracing you in a tight hug.
It’s not only for after shows though, whenever he feels like he misses you, he needs to show you how much he loves you, or he’s just feeling like it (which is often), he hugs you. His favorite thing is coming home from a long day and seeing you on the couch, cuddled up. He immediately kicks off his shoes and sits next to you, snuggling with you for a while as you chat about your days.
He loves complimenting you too. Seeing how your face reddens at his words really make his heart skip a beat, and he loves to make sure you know how much he loves you.
“You look so pretty today…” he says as he goes up to you, planting his hands on your hips and kissing you.
Seeing you cry:
Dave is very protective, loving, and loyal. If you ever came up to him with tears rolling down your face, he wouldn’t hesitate to beat the shit out of whoever made you cry.
“Are you alright? Who did this to you?” He says, wiping a tear that was falling down your cheek before his face became fueled with rage as he tried to figure out who had hurt you.
Holidays:
Every holiday, whether it be Christmas or thanksgiving, Dave always tries to plan something fun with you. On Christmas, you two will go to a trail of lights, and on Halloween you’ll go to a pumpkin patch… the list goes on. Dave wants every holiday to be special, so why not spend it with someone who is special to him?
In bed😏:
(Let’s get to the good stuff.)
Dave is……… 95% a dom in bed. So I’m not gonna lie and say he’s a sub because let’s be honest for a second, Dave wouldn’t be caught dead as a bottom.
(I remember in this one interview where he said something about how he hates feeling over powered and not in control…)
His favorite position:
Dave’s favorite position has to be over-the-shoulder missionary. It allows him to shove his cock into the deepest parts of you, causing you to make more pleasure-drunken faces (which he adores). He loves seeing your expressions as he’s pounding into you, getting to kiss you all over as your coming on his cock, and getting to bend you however he wants.
Kinks:
He definitely has some secret kinks he likes to use on you as well… like how he loves to choke you, tie you up, hear you beg for mercy as he uses you, and he loves it when he sees marks after sex like nail scratches on his back and hickeys all over you.
His secret kinks has to be daddy and sadism… he adores it when you call him daddy as he has his hands wrapped around you pretty little neck.
Oh, and how he loves to go look at himself in the bathroom mirror after and admire all the pretty scratches you created on his back. He loves looking at them, thinking of how much pleasure he caused you for you to do them. He trails his fingers on the marks, a smile tugging at his lips, before he goes back to cleaning up your frail and tired body up.
Dave as a sub?!:
So, let’s just pretend for a second that he would be a sub, what kinda sub would he be???
As a sub, he would still try and be in control, telling you how to move or what to do— but let’s say you magically got him to fully submit to you, Dave would be a mumbling mess under your touch. Seeing you on top of him would make his heart skip a beat, watching as you toyed with him however you pleased. The only name he loves to moan is yours, and he only loves to moan it to your ears.
His darkest secret is he loves it when you tie him up and use him. Rarely does he give you the opportunity do it- but when he gives you the chance, you make sure that you do your best to please him.
His fav places to do it:
His favorite place to fuck you has to be the bedroom, but he doesn’t mind having a quickie in the car or on the couch…
Occasionally,— when he’s in the mood— if you two are at a bar, he’ll drag you to the bathroom and give you a good fucking. Oh, how he can’t keep his hands off you when he sees you all dressed up for him…
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taken from these 3 asks + the thoughts i was having earlier this week.


specifically w this dave bc woah
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the argument started out as something stupid. he doesn’t even remember what it was. all he knows is that he fucked up royally when he said something that absolutely shattered you. he watched your face fall, your lip start to quiver, tears welling up in your eyes. he lets you run off to your bedroom, slamming the bedroom door shut. dave knows he’s sleeping on the couch tonight, the first time ever, if he doesn’t fix this.
you two go about your day as if the other isn’t even there. dave feels sick when he looks at you cooking yourself dinner. his lips press into a thin line. he watches you take your dinner to the office to go eat alone, come back, wash your plate and put it in the dishwasher, looking up and then his eyes catch with yours. it’s just a second of a glance, but dave can see your eyes are red and puffy. he really made you cry.
he watches you mosey back to your shared bedroom as he goes to sit on that couch and eat his own meal, which proves to be futile as he has no appetite. dave covers his plate, placing it in the fridge for later and slowly walks to the master bedroom, when he hears your soft sobs from a few feet from the door.
he slowly turns the knob, flinching as the door squeaks to reveal you, curled in on yourself, facing away from him and toward the window of the master bedroom. dave slowly walks over, his presence making a depression in the bed where he slides in next to you. he starts by rubbing a hand over your shoulder and back, massaging as you sob harder now that he’s here, trying his hardest to soothe you after what’s been said.
dave moves up to press his chest to your back, big strong arms wrapping around you.
“m’ so sorry baby… so sorry. don’t know why i said that. i really don’t.” dave feels that he could cry too at this rate. he holds your shaking body, repeating words of praise to you over and over until your sobs are reduced to sniffles.
“can you look at me, hon?” he whispers to you, hand on your shoulder pulling gently for you to face him. you do so, still refusing to meet his eyes as your lips quiver and you stare at his chest. the two of you lay side by side like that, facing each other as dave brings a hand up to your cheek, whining away the tears as they continue to fall. “i love you, you know that? you’re my whole world and nothings gonna change that. i was stupid. so fucking stupid.”
you look up at him then, and his nose and cheeks have begun to turn red just as it does when he’s holding back tears. his eyes are glassy, and you’re still so unbelievably upset, but he’s truly trying everything to make this right. you lean your head down to bury your face in his chest, whispering a little “i love you too.” dave hugs you so tight, he kisses the top of your head, burying his face in your hair. his kisses move lower as he leans your head up to look at him again, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, pulling back for a moment and then going in for a sweet kiss on your lips.
dave deepens the kiss further and you let him, pulling away for you to catch your breath while dave whispers to you: “so pretty… prettiest i’ve ever seen.” before rolling you onto your back. dave presses his body to yours, continuing to kiss you long and deep for a while longer before his lips move to your neck. you whine, bringing a hand up to the back of his head to keep him where he’s sucking bruises into your neck.
“gonna make it up to you, sweetheart. i promise. i’ll make it up to you in a million different ways,” he moves to your exposed collarbone while he tries to push your shirt up.
he gets your chest exposed, moving down to suck a nipple into his mouth and you writhe away from his mouth at the stimulation. dave holds you close and tight, not letting you get away from him as the arm that’s not wrapped around your middle works at your sleep shorts. he leaves wet, sloppy kisses down your torso, leaning up to throw his own shirt over his head.
once your sleep shorts are kicked off as well as your panties he grabs you by the calf’s and pulls you towards him as he sits on his heels. “c’mere, baby.”
he unties the bow on his pajama pants, pulling them down with his underwear to his mid thighs. his cock is hard and leaking, tip a pretty pink and his breathing is already hard and slow as he spreads your legs for him. he looks up at your pretty tear stained face, puffy eyes and lips. you’re just the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, teasing your hole before pushing in, grabbing your thighs to wrap around his waist as he leans down, pressing chest to chest with you and taking your hands in his.
“okay?” he asks hesitantly, and when he sees you give a watery smile and a nod he starts to move slow and deep, squeezing your hands tight as your legs lock around his waist. “fuck, honey, squeezing me so good. never wanna let you leave this bed…”
you mewl, whispering your own praises and apologies which dave hushes, wanting you to focus on him making you feel good. he nudges the side of your face with his nose and you know to turn so he can give you a long and deep kiss. dave’s hips stutter, beginning to move a little quicker, a little deeper, and soon you’re both gasping out short exasperated breaths as you near your orgasms.
“you gonna cum? yeah… that’s it, i gotchu. you’re okay. you can do it, come on. wanna see you cum on my cock.” you squeal as dave moves a hand down to your clit, rubbing fast tight circles and you contract around him, death grip on the hand that’s still clasped in yours as you cum for him.
“oh fuck.. look atchu… love you so much baby. never gonna let you go… oh- oh fuck!” and then dave is cumming too with a groan that’s muffled by you going in for another kiss. his hips slow to a nice roll, more tears leave your eyes as all your emotions are released, a whole day of tension and hurt that you start to let go of.
you breathe each other in, laying on each other before dave rolls off of you. he pulls the covers up and holds you close. a silent understanding that you will talk the rest of this out tomorrow. at least he doesn’t need to sleep on the couch.
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this took a week to get out i’m so sorry
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A to Z ⭒ Dave Mustaine (18+)



Ask Despite him being well known to be overly temperamental and standoffish at times, with you, he's the definition of sweet. He's so well in tune with you and your needs, that with one simple and longing look from you, he knows exactly what you want. Unless he's in a rare mood to tease the hell out of you, and then all bets are off. He'll have you red faced and on the brink of tears as he teases you, repeatedly bringing you to the brink, just to tug you right back in the opposite direction. With Dave, it's safe and simple, yet wild and reckless at the same time. It depends on the mood, and surprisingly, he'll more than often follow your lead. If you want it rough and you're in the mood to beg and be taunted, he's all in, eager to please you and give you the pleasure you both know you deserve, all while getting the same amount from just watching you fall apart and getting the taste of you on his tongue.
Bondage He's got a thing seeing you lightly tied up and restrained in lace. The way it complements the tone of your skin and the way it makes you look so soft and submissive, it drives him insane. To him, it's a physical sense of you fully giving yourself to him. And to you, it's mentally freeing for you to be able to trust him enough, to give him the power of your movements. The way in which he takes his time making sure he's restraining you in places where he knows it won't be too uncomfortable for you relaxes him, and you both always laugh when he playfully tightens the material in places you both know you're ticklish at. It also comes in handy when things become sexual, while he's taking you from behind, and is able to use the material to yank you in whichever position he feels like. As long as he's able to fully sheath himself inside of you and pulse himself deeply inside, he's got fistfuls of lace and he's molding you against him without a second thought.
Cunnilingus He loves going down on you, almost as much as he loves being inside of you. From the sounds you make and the way you tighten your fingers in and between the strands of his hair, to the way your legs seize around his shoulders and forearms as you repeatedly climax, he can't get enough of it, and you. He loves the way you're so sensitive and reactive, and as much as he enjoys giving, he also likes receiving as well. One of his favorite positions to do with you in sixty-nine, because not only is he getting head, but he's also able to fully envelope himself in the taste of you. The dual sensation of your sex trembling and weeping on his tongue, while you're also tonguing at his slit and swallowing him down in deep interims, is something he'll never see himself getting tired of.
Dirty Talk You both love it, because it allows you two to be seductive and playful at the same time. It can sometimes start an hour or two before either one of you initiates, or only a few minutes. When you initiate it, you're subtly resting a hand on the nape of his neck and leaning in to whisper it right next to his ear, or you're leaning back while sitting on his lap, with your head resting on his shoulder and your lips caressing the side of his jugular. He's much more bold and uncaring if anyone sees how infatuated he is with you, with his dirty talk being an aloud statement, even in a half crowded and filled room. His hands are either formed in the divots of your hips and rubbing figure eights into your skin, or his forearms are pressed against your front, with his large hands and wide fingers leaving temporary indentations in your flesh as he grips onto you. Any nicknames within the same vicinity of sweetheart and doll are the only sweet words coming out of his mouth in the following sentences, with the rest of the filler being wanton announcements of how badly he can't want to feel you lose yourself underneath and on top of him later.
Edging If there's any free time longer than an hour and you're around for and during it, it's most likely going to happen. Sex with Dave is one of his many ways of showing you how much he loves and cares for you, and he takes it seriously. He edges you in a slow and sometimes frustrating way, but you swear it's worth it every time, once you're finally able to orgasm. He'll drag his tongue down every single inch available of your skin, depending on where you two might be, and he'll sink his teeth in soon after. The slight pain and the marks he leaves behind makes you hyperaware of every single particle of you he's taking apart and tasting, and your legs will almost always find their way on top of his shoulders. Whether his pouted lips are situating themselves around your swollen clit or he has you bent in half and burrowed into whichever surface you two could find at the time, he needs you close and almost always face to face. If he can't see or feel your reaction to his touch, he feels disconnected from you, and that's when he's no longer fully enjoying himself.
Foreplay Your guys' foreplay isn't so much skimpy outfits and lingerie, as it is playful and flirtatious touches, purposefully meant to come off as innocent and accidental. It can start off with his palm grazing itself against your ass as he's passing you by, to you bending down in front of him and brushing your backside on the top of his zipper. Your foreplay usually ends up with you both feeling pent up and slightly aggravated, and that's exactly what you two want. So then whichever one of you finally caves in and initiates first, it's always passionate and hungry, still feeling fun and new, rather than just putting on something sexy and then having him take it off of you.
Groping If you're close and near, his hand or both of them are always on you, and the same can be said for you. You naturally ground him and keep him relatively calm, so him being able to reassure himself that you're there physically helps him out a lot. He is quite cheeky and the opposite of shy, so his hands do wander often. If and when they do, he's usually got one resting on the side of your breast with the other in your back pocket, or they're both resting in between your upper thighs if he's got you sat on his lap. Yours soon follow after and usually rest on top of his, pressing them even further into you, in a silent reassurance that you want them there, more than likely without the layer of clothing. Your favorite is when he's got you in a passionate kiss and has your head tilted back with the weight of it, and his hand is possessively and gently curved around your throat. You make sure to align his fingertips against your pulse point, to prove to him how he consistently and constantly makes your heart race.
Hickeys There's always at least a mark or two on you, and if there isn't, it's because he's away on tour or out of town. Where they tend to be can vary, but there's usually a litter of them running themselves up and down your neck, or an accumulation of them on your collarbones and chest. If he's been rough with you the following morning or night, they can trail themselves all the way down to your groin and pelvic bone, or can be clustered on the tops of your asscheeks. He loves to be marked up as well, and you're rarely found without your mouth not connected to him in some way, so he's got a handful of his own. You like to bite and suck and lick them into creation in unordinary places, like underneath his chin and behind his ear. In places where only you know he's most sensitive at, and where you know he's most likely to subtly touch them and press into the kissing ache when he's thinking about and missing you.
Intercrural As much as he lives for the sensation of your walls pulsating around his dick and milking him dry, he also adores the simplicity of skin on skin contact with you. From anything to you placing teasing kisses on his shaft and then skipping forward to slipping his tip in between your reddened lips and resting him there, to fucking himself in between your slick clad thighs, he's more than up for it. But his favorite has got to be the combination of fucking and thrusting his way in between your spit covered breasts, while you try to catch the beginning of him to suck him into your mouth. Not only does it feel amazing, but he's also able to control the movement, and watch you at the same time. He'd grip onto the sides of your head while you hold your tits in place, while he's bearing his hips forward to purposefully buck himself forward enough to have his cockhead bump against your bottom lip. The look of hunger in your eyes, with the feeling of your heated skin gliding against his dick and the saliva making a mess out of you both, is enough to have him coming back and asking for it more often than not.
Jealousy Dave doesn't get easily threatened or uneasy by others very often, but when he does, he becomes irate. It isn't because he doesn't trust you, it's because the idea of someone you both don't know personally trying to get close to you or touch you makes his skin crawl. He's gone through being unwantedly touched and flirted with himself, and he does all that he possibly can to ensure that you feel safe with him around. So, when someone who can obviously see that you two are together tries to take advantage of you or becomes overly pushy, he loses his cool. It's only happened once or twice, and luckily you and a few others were able to hold him back and calm him down before anything drastic could happen. Not without a few punches being thrown beforehand, and a beer bottle or two being cracked open and strewn around in a fit of anger. Regardless of how he's still feeling after the fact, his first thought is to make sure you're okay. And once you are, he allows you to check up on him, and bandage his knuckles if necessary.
Kissing It's become a habit that the first one between you two to wake, has to wake the other one up with a kiss in the morning. What begins and starts with a simple peck and a trail of others, soon turns into a lazy morning makeout session. That soon follows with thoughtless and natural ones throughout the remainder of the day. Whether it's while you two are showering together or sitting beside each other, or one of you simply gets the urge to lean in and feel even more connected, you two lose count by the time the afternoon rolls around. For some, it may seem like you two are overcompensating and clingy, but for you two, it's something seamless and thoughtless. When you two become playful and decide to tease each other, they become heavy and wet, with tongues colliding and mouths only disconnecting to suck in shallow depths of air. No matter how long or short you two are apart, you always fall back into each other, with your guys' lips meeting in the middle.
Licking You could be doing something as simple as leaning against Dave's side with his arm resting on your shoulders, and you'll suddenly feel the familiar sensation of his tongue making contact with your cheek or the shell of your ear. It's more to get a sound of shock out of you or playfully get you riled up, and soon, you begin to mimic the behavior. Unfortunately, yet fortunately, it makes you two even more susceptible to making out. And something as small as you sticking your tongue out in a silent rebuttal, can quickly turn into him leaning forward to slide his own against yours, and then sucking the tip of your tongue into his mouth. He's already been one to lick and nip and bite at you, but it increases tenfold, and now there's rarely a time he isn't absentmindedly relaxing his appendage out during a kiss on your shoulder and neck while holding you in his arms. If it's while you two are having sex or in the middle of foreplay, he's damn near lapping at you and trying to familiarize himself with the taste of your skin. He's insatiable when it comes to you.
Masturbation Masturbation isn't much of an option when Dave's around, and that's only because he's so hands on and physically intimate with you. The only time you can remember him having you touch yourself for him, is when you two took polaroids of each other before he went on the road. Phone sex for you two during that time was still exciting when you both had the time to call, but it's nothing in comparison to when you two are actually able to be together in person. The one thing that made it so memorable, was the anticipation you two felt about finally being able to see each other again, and what you two would do when that time would come. And once you were able to see him again and feel him in person, it was electric and worth the wait.
Non-negotiable Dave refuses to be too rough with you, to the point to where you can't sit or comfortably lie down. Don't get him wrong, he enjoys spanking you and leaving marks, overstimulating you. But not to the point to where you're feeling overly sore and out of it afterwards or the next day. He also specifies and goes over the stoplight method with you, when you two decide to go a little bit further into things. You feeling safe and turned on and relaxed is the most important thing to him, and anything that deters that is an automatic no.
Orgasm Your guys' playfulness comes into play here, and so does overstimulation. As much as Dave loves to rile you up and drag things out, so do you. You love to make him writhe and moan, and when possible, have him cum more than once in a row. Watching him orgasm is one of your favorite things, with his hair fanning out below and around him, his chest heaving for breath, and his hips tremor filled underneath your touch. When it's your turn, you're lucky for a one minute break, especially if you have your fun first. Just as much as he is insatiable, he's hardheaded and likes to win. So, if you make him orgasm twice, he's making you cum three times. Depending on how much time you two have to fuck around and enjoy yourselves, things can span out from one hour, all the way out to two or three. Exhausting each other, just to lie down and decompress and come down together, is one of your shared favorite things to do.
Positions Anything from missionary to cowgirl to tabletop is more than fun and welcome, but a favorite of both yours and his is doggy style. With one of his arms wrapped around your middle and dragging you back mid thrust, his other hand trailing itself down your clad skin to recklessly rub and pinch at your clit. Your hands reaching up to blindly grasp at his forearms, even as your vision darkens and swims from all of your pleasure. The top of your head perfectly heightens out at the measurement you need to be able to tilt back and meet his eyes, and you both share a shaky breath as he uses his arms around you as leverage, with your breasts bouncing with the force of his exertion, and with the fight your lungs try to carry out. Every word you're both able to mutter out are filled and laced with directory praises, such as, you feel so good around me, and, please don't stop this time, it's too much, keep going.
Quickie Quickies are something you enjoy, despite loving taking your time with Dave. The excitement and the thrill that comes with them, as well as the high feeling that comes with an almost forced and quickly sought after orgasm, has always been so fun to you. Where you two have them a good majority of the time is in a bathroom at one of the venues, a backstage room's couch or table, or his favorite, against the stage while everyone is out. It's only happened a few times, and the first time he brought up the idea, you were terrified. It was after a two hour show and everybody was either backstage, or drunk off their asses and haphazardly heading back to their car or tour bus. The only things that comforted you at the time was that Dave was there with you, and that the center stage light was already off. The only lights that were visible were the small strobes, and every few seconds, blue and red would cascade themselves on your upper halves and the surrounding stage. You began to loosen up after he reassured you that everything was fine, and once you got into it, you just knew you two had do it again sometime soon. The way your head dipped down while you rode him and the way he curved up to whisper in your ear, the way his nails dug themselves in your hips for grounding as you used the heels of your feet to bear yourself up and down his length with reckless abandon, the echoes of the sounds of your guys' shared pleasure. You two were able to do it again a few months later, and nearly got caught that time around.
Roleplay Despite you two not being too into sexy outfits and dressing up much, you two really enjoy roleplay. The simple fantasies are the most effective, and you enjoy pretending to be lost the most. It seems to work out the best at a venue they'll be staying at for a few days. You'll knock on his backstage door and ask where another room might be, and he'll pretend to take advantage of the fact that you don't know where you're going. He'll invite you in and flirt with you, something casual, yet his body language shows his excitement. You two had met in a similar way, so it's personal, yet still exciting. You'll be able to relive and fulfill what you feel like you should have done that first night you two had originally met, and Dave can feed into his need of constantly wanting to please you, as well as hold onto one of his most treasured memories: the day you were lost, somehow made your way on over to him, and then stayed. When you two roleplay, it isn't when you two decide to get rough. Dave is hesitant with it, because he doesn't want to get too out of character or rough with you, and you find it more comfortable and easy to fully let loose in the safety of your guys' home, rather than at a temporary location.
Sensitivity Dave's most sensitive areas are under his chin, behind his ears, the center of his chest, and right below his navel. Your favorite thing to do is lightly kiss and blow beneath his right ear, while sliding a hand down his middle, and resting it right near his groin. Feeling the way his stomach caves in with a sharp inhale of breath, and the way he shudders when your hand teases the material of his thin shirt up his stomach. By the time you two are in bed, the nights and times you decide to take over and become fully dominant, he's already spacing out, and completely open and prepared for whatever you want to do. Your most sensitive areas are in between your thighs, the backs of your arms, and your spine. One of Dave's favorite positions to have you in is on your knees, with your legs spread wide open, and your face resting on the bed beneath you, or on a pillow. He'll rest on his own behind you, and start off with trailing his lips and tongue down the expanse of your spine, while also running the pads of his fingers over your goosebump ridden thighs and flesh. Once he's done admiring you and leaving a few marks in their wake, he'll flip himself down onto his back, grab you by your knees, and slide you down until you're straddling the tip of his nose. You're barely able to find any stability, before he's pressing it against your clit, and using the top of his pointed tongue to lap at your already slick folds and sex.
Threesome Dave is very protective and possessive of you, so the idea of him sharing you with someone else doesn't seem or feel right. If you brought it up with him and it was a close friend, he might give it some thought, but he'd still most likely say no. He'd done a lot of sleeping around and experimenting before he met and got with you, and during that time, he got most of it out of his system. He loves what he has with you now, and he wouldn't want to jeopardize the trust and stability you two built together, even if it was you or someone within your guys' circle that proposed another attractive woman to him to join.
Universal Just like every other man on the planet, Dave loves receiving head. But to be more specific, Dave loves receiving head from you. Not just for the sensation and the orgasm that comes with it, but because of how you look when you perform it on him. The tears that collect of the sides of your eyes and then slowly fall, the way your nose quivers when you inhale a shaky and shallow breath, the way your eyebrows furrow when you try to take him down to the hilt, the moans you let out that reverberate against his dick and down his spine, when you attempt to fight back a gag. The blush that raises to the tops of your cheeks, and the way you guide a hand of his to the back of your head, once you feel confident enough that your throats fully relaxed. The way you to tap on his thigh once to signal him to slowly start to fuck your mouth, and the way you quickly tap twice to notify him when you need to breathe, and for him to let go. The way you look afterwards, with your spit and his residual seed covering and painting your bottom lip and the top half of your chin. So debauched, and everything he's ever wanted.
Vibrator You love to bring different toys into the bedroom, and he loves to use them on you. You both have multiple, but your shared favorite has got to be the vibrating cock ring. Not only does it rub against your clit in just the right way when he fully buries himself into you, but it also elongates Dave's own orgasms, and it overstimulates him as well. You use it at times when you're giving him a blowjob, and the way in which he loses his mind and spurts and shakes on your tongue, make its better every single time.
Where As much as you two are open minded and adventurous, at home is your two's favorite place to have sex. From the toys to the freedom to do it wherever you'd like, to how loud you two can be, without the fear of notifying someone close by or waking anyone up. You two have had sex in every single room, and on every surface that looked like it could carry at least one of your guys' weights. From the shower to the bathroom counter, to the bathroom floor, just do have another round in bed after those three. It doesn't matter where you two end up, because you'll end up having fun regardless. But being able to relax after, to be able to take your time with the aftercare, to be able to not have to worry about rushing after and keeping a lookout. That's what makes being at home so much better than constantly having to sneak around.
X Factor There isn't a single thing that this man dislikes about you, so it's hard for him to pick a specific trait to single out as his favorite of yours. But if he had to choose just one, he'd choose how accepting you are. You heard about him in passing before you two officially met, and you were told about how temperamental and moody he can be at times. Yet, you were still so open and kind to him. You didn't shy away or treat him differently because of his status, and you made him feel safe and understood because of it. Since you two have gotten together, you've seen him upset and nearly in a blind rage. But not once during those times have you ever flinched away from him, or not try to calm him down. You trusted him to not hurt you despite the stories of him being aggressive, and in turn, he trusted himself enough with you to open up about why he gets like that sometimes. He feels safe with you, and in turn, you feel the exact same way.
Yes and No Yes to being rough and open to exploring bdsm, no to ignoring safe words. Consent and communication are important to the both of you, and you two would never want to purposefully harm each other in way that isn't pleasurable. The basics are fine, such as light bondage, spanking, partial choking, and sex toys. But when it gets to the point to where the overstimulation is no longer feeling pleasurable, or one of you begins to feel overwhelmed, you both step back and give each other room to breathe, especially when safe words and the stoplight method are used.
Zip The only time Dave would be alright with you being quiet, is if you two were in a public setting, or if you had company over, and you two just had to be quiet. There was an incident a while back where you two had been sleeping in separate rooms to make space for friends that were staying over, but on the third night, you just couldn't force yourself to sleep without him any longer. You ended up sneaking downstairs to the lower guest bedroom, and you tiptoed your way over to where he was trying to rest. As if he was expecting you, a side of the bed was left unoccupied, and you climbed right in. Your movement had woken him up, and the relief on his tired face had you leaning in. If it was the limit of proximity from the past few days or his expression that got to you, you weren't entirely sure. But that night, regardless of who was near and trying to sleep, you both took care of each other. The hushed whimpers you both let out, and the nearly muted curses he grunted when you slid his fingers in your mouth while you bounced on top of him to keep yourself quiet and gagged, the way his mouth was gaping open in a quiet moan as you pulsated and writhed against him until he came inside of you and filled you to the brim. You guys were called out and teased for it and given your bedroom back the next day, and regardless of the emanating embarrassment, you were both just grateful to fully be back together once again.
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going too a concert with dave and going in the moshpit, AND LIKE HIS ARMS AROUND YOU SO YOURE NOT GETTING HIT
A/n: OH MY GOD I CANT he’d be so protective and cute and just agagaghsjdjskdkskkdkfkdks
Warnings: fighting, Dave gets grinded on by some guy and punches him, there’s nothing really but if you think I missed something let me know otherwise enjoy!

“Come on, Dave, I’ll be fine.” You said, leading him down the bustling street, groups of bedazzled drunks marching this way and that to get to the clubs. “I’ve been to concerts before.”
Dave stared off behind you, making sure you weren’t about to run into anything. “Not like this you haven’t.” He sighed, letting you guide him along to some punk place.
You opened the door, a band was playing but there weren’t many people there and the band wasn’t very good, didn’t help they didn’t fit the vibe, not even just of the club but the whole damn strip. They looked like Elvis or The Beatles, their secret love child coming a few years too late at the wrong place.
You went straight to the stage, getting right up close and watching with big eyes. Being sheltered a lot by your parents you never got to experience live bands like Dave did, luckily he was there to show you what you’d been missing. Although, Dave was hesitant to let you run free on the strip.
Dave let out a heavy sigh as you went off, going to the bar and ordering you some drinks. He didn’t stay seated for long, the band noticed your excitement, in particular the singer, and started talking directly to you, reaching for your hands, wiggling his hips at you. Dave was having none of it so he came to stand with you.
The singer backed off and soon their set was over, that’s when the room started filling, groups filing in like a parade.
Dave held onto you, keeping his arm over your shoulders and holding you to his side. When the band came on it only got worse, everyone pushing and shoving.
Dave’s arms went around your waist and he moved you to be in front of him, keeping himself between you and the moshing crowd.
You were completely entranced by the band, a twinkle in your eyes while Dave was busy trying to keep you standing.
People were pushing and shoving him but he didn’t care, elbowing people off left and right so you could peacefully enjoy your night. Someone spilled a drink right down his back and felt it trickling under the waistband of his jeans and into his boxers, he cringed but just kissed the top of your head.
Occasionally he’d say something in your ear, having to yell just for you to hear him over the music, or he’d rub your side, squeeze your hip, anything to let you know he was still there between fighting people off.
He built a cage around you, preferring to snap his wrist trying to catch himself than let you get bruised, he’d come pretty damn close to it a few times.
His breaking point was a guy thinking he was some tall chick, his long hair masking the chiseled jawline on the other side. The guy saw what he thought was a woman and started grinding on him, what he didn’t expect was the fist to his jaw he got in return, a fuming Dave towering over him when he tumbled to the sticky ground.
Dave didn’t waste a second after that, wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you onto his hip to carry you out of the bar, despite your protests.
“Davie-Davie!” You yelled once you got out of the bar, after Dave finally let you back onto your feet. He kept a hold on your wrist, gripping it tightly so he could drag you back to his car. “Davie, come on, it wasn’t that bad!”
“For you it wasn’t!” He snapped, shooting you a look. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out and you followed him silently.
Dave opened the passenger side door for you and waited for you to get in before going over to the drivers side, ripping his shirt off and tossing it into the back with a huff.
He inhaled deeply and looked back at you, rolling his eyes when he found you eyeing his now bare torso, the ginger peach fuzz on his chest and trailing up from under his belt. “Hey, look at me.” He said, taking your chin in his hand and tilting your head up. “That was hell.” He stated.
You chewed your cheek. “I would’ve survived without you needing to be right there.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and slumping in your seat.
Dave scoffed and started the car. “Next time I’m bringing you to the Cat House, see how long you last there with people getting off in the corners.” He grumbled as he pulled out of the parking spot.
Your brows raised at that, the idea of being with Dave in the corner where everyone could see.
Dave swatted your chest to get your attention. “No fucking ideas, you owe me enough as it is.”
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found this on pinterest so you have to see it too
CRACK MY BACK SMACK MY ASS SLAP MY PUSSY RAW PAINT MY INSIDES TIL ALL I SEE IS WHITE TIL I'M PARALYZED TIL BONES START POPPING LIKE WE'RE POSSESSED BY THE NUN
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heeyy can you do a fic about Dave and fem reader getting caught in the act for their child? Like a bit of smut and then comedy fluff, please
Thanks!
I hope you like it!❤
Tangled up in trouble
It all started with a look.
Dave had been giving me that maddeningly smug grin all day—the one that made my stomach flutter no matter how long we’d been together. It started during dinner, where he kept brushing his knee against mine under the table, and it only escalated as we cleaned up. His hand lingered on my waist a second too long; his lips brushed the shell of my ear when he whispered, “Need help?”
By the time we finally crawled into bed, I was done playing coy.
“Do you always have to be such a menace?” I teased as I slipped under the covers.
Dave smirked, climbing in after me and pulling me close. “You love it.”
“Do I?”
He didn’t answer with words, just a kiss that stole my breath. His hands roamed my body, sliding under my shirt to find bare skin. I sighed, melting into him as his lips trailed down my neck.
“Been thinking about this all day,” he murmured against my skin.
I laughed softly, tangling my fingers in his hair. “Between all the chaos with the kids?”
“All of it,” he said, his voice low and heated.
His kisses grew more insistent, his hands working with a practiced ease to tug my shirt off, followed by the rest of my clothes. He hovered over me, his gaze dark with affection and desire.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine.
I arched into him, breathless as his touch ignited every nerve ending. “Less talking, more action,” I managed to gasp.
He chuckled but obeyed, trailing kisses down my body as his hands coaxed soft moans from my lips. Every movement was deliberate, his focus solely on me, and it wasn’t long before I was trembling beneath him, his name spilling from my lips like a prayer.
When he kissed his way back up, his grin was both tender and smug. “You okay?”
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t hide the smile tugging at my lips. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you love it,” he repeated, leaning down for another kiss.
But just as things were heating up again, the door creaked open.
“Mom? Dad?”
The sound of her voice was like a bucket of cold water.
Dave froze, his head snapping toward the door like a deer caught in headlights. I barely had time to yank the blanket up to cover us before our six-year-old daughter shuffled into the room, clutching her stuffed bunny.
“What are you doing?” she asked, blinking sleepily.
“Uh—” My brain flatlined.
“Wrestling!” Dave blurted out, sitting up carefully to keep the blanket in place.
I turned to glare at him. Wrestling? That was the best he could come up with?
“Wrestling?” she repeated, tilting her head.
“Y-Yeah!” I said, nodding like a lunatic. “Daddy’s really bad at it, so I was winning.”
Dave shot me a look that screamed Are you serious?, but I ignored him.
Our daughter frowned, clutching her bunny tighter. “Why was Mommy saying your name like that?”
My face burned, and I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Dave cleared his throat, scrambling for an answer. “Uh… because I was losing! And, uh, begging for mercy!”
Her frown deepened. “Mommy sounded mad. Was she mad at you?”
“No!” I said quickly, laughing nervously. “Not mad. Just… frustrated! Because I was winning. Right, Dave?”
“Right,” he agreed, nodding too quickly.
She looked between us, clearly skeptical, before sighing. “If you’re not mad, why were you making all that noise?”
Dave’s eyes went wide, and I buried my face in my hands, praying for the earth to swallow me whole.
“I—uh—we’re just loud wrestlers!” Dave said, his voice a little too cheerful. “It’s very competitive.”
Our daughter stared at us for a moment longer before shrugging. “Okay. But you woke me up. Next time, wrestle quieter.”
With that, she turned and padded back to her room, leaving the door wide open behind her.
The second she was out of sight, I collapsed onto the bed, covering my face with a groan.
“Loud wrestlers?” I repeated, my voice muffled by my hands.
“Hey, I panicked!” Dave shot back, flopping onto his back beside me.
“You panicked? You’re the one who said we were wrestling! Who even says that?”
Dave grinned, turning to face me. “Well, it worked, didn’t it?”
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “We’re never living this down.”
“Definitely not.” He pulled me into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “But for the record, you were winning.”
“Damn right I was.
As I nestled against him, I sighed, exhaustion creeping in. Parenthood had its challenges, and interruptions like this were just part of the chaos. But moments like this—messy, awkward, and hilarious—reminded me why I wouldn’t trade our life for anything.
Next time, though, the door would be locked.
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dad's best friend dave pt.2
pairing: dbf!dave x virgin!fem reader
warnings: smut, kinda insecure reader, inexperienced reader, age gap, couch sex, unprotected piv, creampie, maybe breeding kink idk, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), pussy slapping (like once), LOTS of praise, dave teaches her how to give a hj/bj, pet names (sweetheart, baby, darlin'), tiny itty bit of overstim, soft dave but also a little mean dave at the beginning
words: 2.3k
a/n: not proof read and also might be bad cuz im a bit out of practice :3 feeding the dbf!dave girlies even though im not hyperfixated on megadeth rn!!!! enjoy guys, COME GET YOUR FOOD MWAH <3
CLICK HERE FOR PT.1
ever since your little fling with dave, he’s been plaguing your thoughts more than usual…daydreams of his thick fingers inside of you, wet dreams involving him pinning you down and having his way with you. no matter how hard you try to ignore the thoughts and push them away, they always return stronger. sometimes, you wonder if he ever thinks about you as well, if he touches himself to the memory of your tight cunt.
surely, he notices your lingering stares when he comes over to watch sports with your dad, right? surely, he notices that you’re completely and absolutely in love with him, right…?
it’s like you don’t even exist to him anymore; were you really that bad of a lay? thoughts raced through your head. did you do something wrong? did he not like how your body looked? were you too inexperienced for him? you were startled from your thoughts when a hand laid on your shoulder. looking to your left, you see that familiar head of curly orange hair.
"oh, hey dave. sorry. i was just lost in thought," you mumble, turning to look up at him.
dave hums at your words, “no worries, sweetheart. your dad just ran to the store, wanted me to tell you he’d be gone ‘bout an hour or two.”
your eyes follow him as he walks around the couch and sits beside you. “so, what was goin’ on in that pretty head of yours, hm?” he smiles, locking eyes with you. it was as if he could see straight through you.
“just thinking about…college stuff,” you murmur, eyes breaking away from his and looking down at your clasped hands.
“school stuff, hm? there’s no reason to lie to me, sweetheart.” he places a hand on your bare knee, and you jump slightly at the touch.
“i know, sorry. my brain is just all kinds of messy right now.” you sigh.
“you wanna talk about it?” he asks as his thumb rubs comforting circles over your thigh.
you go silent, trying to decide if you should just ask if you’ve done something wrong. your brain is screaming at you not to do it, and your stomach churns at the thought of him confirming all your insecurities.
with a burst of courage, you blurt out the question that’s been haunting you, “did i do something wrong?”
dave’s face scrunches in confusion, “what makes you think you did something wrong, sweetheart?”
“y’know, the last time we were…alone…together. i can tell you’ve been avoiding me since then. i thought maybe i did something wrong or something you didn’t like if you were staying away from me…” you ramble, moving your hands wildly while explaining yourself.
“shit, sweetheart…m’sorry. you didn’t do anything wrong; you were perfect. i was keeping my distance from you ’cause i thought you’d be disgusted by me.” he laughs, scooting closer to you on the couch and sliding his hand higher up your thigh.
“i could never be disgusted by you.” you giggle, resisting the urge to press your thighs together at his touch.
“is that right…” he hums, a smirk forming on his lips.
all of a sudden, his lips are on yours. you moan in surprise, hands coming to wrap around his neck. the kiss is desperate but sweet at the same time, as if he’s trying to make up for causing you to stress. his hand continues under your skirt, knuckles rubbing over your damp panties. Dave’s other hand cups your face, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue into your mouth.
you gasp when he slides your panties to the side and runs a finger through your folds. “shit, sweetheart… so wet for me already.” he groans into the kiss. you buck your hips up into his hand, silently asking for more.
“mmh-, my baby is so fucking greedy.” dave growls, slipping a finger inside of your cunt. his cock grows hard from the noises you’re making–your soft mewls are music to his ears. dave slips another finger inside of you slowly, stretching you out nicely. once you adjust to the new addition, dave picks up his pace–fingers pistoning in and out of you.
“fuck, this pussy is so sloppy for me, baby…all for me, ain’t that right, sweetheart?” dave grunts, looking you in the eyes.
you struggle to give him an answer–the pleasure already too much for you. As you try to speak, the only things that come out are strained moans and half-formed curses.
“fuckin’ answer me, baby.” dave growls, pulling his fingers out of you and landing a harsh slap on your sensitive cunt. your body jumps at the impact, crying out from the pain.
“shit- yes! all for you- all for you…” you whine tearfully, hands moving to grip his hair.
“good girl,” dave praises, rubbing your clit, before slipping his fingers back into your drooling pussy. his pace is brutal, and he doesn’t let up–not even when fat tears start to roll down your cheeks. one of the hands that’s threaded into his hair moves to grip his wrist, trying to slow him down–but he doesn’t relent.
dave pushes you down to lay on your back with his free hand before snatching both of your wrists and pinning them above your head. He can tell you’re close by the way you squirm underneath him, frantically bucking your hips into his hand.
“that’s it, sweetheart. let go for me.” dave coos as you come undone. your body shakes, thighs clamping shut around dave’s hand at the intensity of your orgasm.
your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. dave gives you time to recover, gently rubbing your thigh before leaving to grab you a glass of water. you thank him when he returns to the living room, and you down the glass quickly.
“wanna help you now,” you mumble shyly, pushing him back against the couch before sinking to your knees in front of him, “this is my first time doin’ this…” you admit.
“fuck…you’re so perfect for me, sweetheart. letting an old man like me take all your firsts,” he groans, “gonna let me be the first one to fuck your pretty little angel cunt too, hm?”
you nod softly, looking away from him in embarrassment. he chuckles at your shyness before grabbing your hand and placing it over his bulge.
“here, let me teach ya how it’s done,” he smiles, “first, you gotta take it out, ‘kay?”
you nod again, pulling the zipper down and helping him slip out of his jeans. you’re a little intimidated, but he reassures you that you can back out anytime.
you reach into his boxers and wrap your hand around his cock; it’s a bit weird at first, but you eventually get used to the feeling and feel confident enough to pull his boxers down and let his cock spring free. dave praises you sweetly and helps guide you through it.
“go ahead and spit on it now, sweetheart,” he commands softly, stroking your hair. you do exactly as he says, gathering spit in your mouth and letting it drip from your lips onto the head of his cock.
“good,” he smiles, “now use your hand to spread it around–use a little pressure, but don’t squeeze too hard.”
you follow his instructions, stroking up and down and occasionally squeezing lightly. dave groans softly, watching you with lustful eyes. he swears he almost cums when he sees your wide, curious eyes staring up at him.
“you’re doing amazing for me, baby…use your thumb to rub the tip–and if it feels like it’s getting dry, spit on it some more.”
you let some more spit fall onto his dick, using your thumb to spread it around his tip. hesitantly, you lean down and give the tip a small lick. your cunt clenches at the sound dave makes. testing the waters, you give it another lick before wrapping your lips around the tip. dave has to fight the urge to buck his hips up and bury his cock deep in your warm throat.
“fuck- didn’t even have to tell you to put it in your mouth,” he groans and threads a hand in your hair, “take your time, sweetheart. you don’t gotta rush.”
you try to smile at him before taking his cock further into your mouth. you revel in the small grunts and sighs dave makes, thighs clenching at the erotic sounds. as you try to take him deeper, you gag around his cock and quickly pull off to catch your breath. dave hums at your messy face, the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes making his dick twitch. he softly raises his hand to caress your cheek, encouraging you to take him back into your mouth.
“gonna let me fuck your throat, sweetheart?” dave questions, “i promise i’ll be gentle.”
you hum in agreement around his cock, whining when he threads his hand into your hair. dave slowly thrusts up into your mouth, and your throat constricts around him as he pushes deeper and deeper. his free hand wipes the tears from your eyes, and he coos at you softly. he groans when he bottoms out in your throat.
“shiiit- you’re doing great, sweetheart. just breathe through your nose, baby–tap my leg a few times if you need me to pull out,” he mumbles, pulling back until just the tip is in your mouth and sliding back in slowly.
dave slowly increases his pace, spouting praise at you as he does so. When you swirl your tongue around his tip and bring a hand up to massage his balls, he knows he’s about to cum. he quickly pulls out of your mouth and pulls you up from the floor before laying you down on the couch.
“need to be inside of you, sweetheart. can’t wait to fill this pretty pussy of yours.” dave groans, pulling your shirt over your head and panties down your legs.
“hot even wearin’ a bra, huh–so fuckin’ desperate for me…you wanted this to happen, didn’t you.” he teases, hands groping at your bare tits.
you whine, nodding feverishly and bucking your hips up into him. dave chuckles at your impatience. your body twitches when you feel dave spit down onto your already sopping cunt a few times. dave guides his cock to your cunt, slipping between your pussy lips and rocking back and forth. your mouth opens with a silent whine when the head of his cock catches on your clit as he rocks forward.
“gonna put it in now, sweetheart. try to relax for me, i want this to be as comfortable for you as possible,” dave states, pushing your legs up towards your chest and guiding his cock to your entrance.
you keen at the stretch, wincing slightly as your cunt opens up for him. “that’s it…breathe for me, baby–just relax.” he murmurs sweetly.
dave continues pushing deeper into your tight pussy, groaning as your warm walls flutter around his length. he pauses as he bottoms out, allowing you time to breathe and adjust to his size, all while muttering praise in your ear.
“think i’m ready for you to move, baby…” you whine, rocking your hips slightly into his.
dave smiles at you before he pulls out and thrusts back in gently. your eyes roll back into your head as he begins thrusting into you at a steady pace. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a messy kiss. dave swallows the pretty noises you make as he fucks you, revelling in your pleasure.
“you can move faster-” you moan, breaking the kiss and looking him in the eyes.
“you sure, sweetheart?” he questions, slowing down his thrusts and waiting for you to confirm. you nod, giving him the go-ahead to speed up.
it’s like a switch flips inside of him–he pushes your legs even closer to your chest and fucks into you quickly. your head falls back onto the couch's armrest, fingers clawing at his shoulders in pleasure. dave’s hips piston in and out of you, your sloppy cunt squelching with each thrust.
your back arches off of the couch when he snakes his hand down to play with your swollen clit. your body feels like it’s on fire, the pleasure quickly becoming too much.
“hnng- think im gonna cum! fuck-” you cry out, voice breaking as tears spill from your eyes.
“Shh, sweetheart. you can let go, c’mon, cum for me like a good girl.” he coos, fingers still rubbing circles on your clit as he picks up his pace.
Your body shakes as you start to cum, and your vision goes spotty. your arms hold onto dave’s shoulders for dear life as your body convulses. dave continues thrusting in and out of your cunt, overstimulating your poor, sensitive pussy.
“keep clenchin’ around me, just like that, sweetheart,” he growls, his pace faltering ever so slightly. “fuuuck- gonna fuckin’ ruin this gorgeous angel cunt of yours, baby–fill you up so good you’ll be leakin’ for weeks.”
dave groans, pushing his hips flush with yours when he cums, pumping you full of his warm, sticky cum. your pussy flutters around him, milking him of every last drop. dave’s head drops into the crook of your neck, and he presses soft kisses to the skin there. you stroke his back as he lays on top of you, a smile pulling on your lips.
“i think i’m in love with you,” you mutter softly.
dave’s ears perk up at your words–he lifts his head to look at you, “you really mean that, sweetheart?”
“of course I do,” you affirm, moving your hands to hold his face and pull him up into a loving kiss.
“i love you too,” he murmurs into the kiss, “but we might wanna get dressed…i don’t think your dad would appreciate seeing us cuddled up naked on the couch,” he laughs.
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Talk is Just Talk, Right?

A/N: Hey friends it's been a while! this is so short, I'm sorry and I'm not fully back yet, but I hope you enjoy this!
Requested by: @dowsinsanity
Genre: Smut 18+ MDNI
Words: 643
Warnings: Threesome mxfxm, oral(m and f receiving), fingering, unprotected creampie, biting
“What do you think doll?” Dave asked as he traced small shapes on my thigh.
My mind raced a million miles a minute. Dave and I had talked about letting one of his band members join in the bedroom. I always thought it was just that, talk. But as he and Cliff sat in front of me telling me it could be a reality, my brain short circuited. First off, I never thought Dave would actually be into it as he can be a little possessive. I’m not angry about it, I just didn’t think it would ever happen. Second, ever since I met Cliff there had been a spark. Not that I was looking to leave Dave, I love him, however I can’t deny the natural chemistry Cliff and I share.
“We don’t have to, it was just a suggestion.” Cliff said. My eyes met his and I suddenly realized I needed to give these men an answer.
“Yes, I think it’s a great idea.” I said bashfully.
The men heard my answer and we quickly left the bar.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” Cliff said as he loomed over the side of the bed.
My eyes flicked to his face as my jaw was hung open. Dave was feasting on me from behind and I could feel the coil tightening in my stomach.
My eyes fell from his face as he pulled his already hardening cock out of his pants. My mouth watered as I licked the tip. Cliff hissed, and my eyes made their way back to his face as I took him into my mouth.
I watched as his face twisted in pleasure as I swirled my tongue around his cock.
I moaned as Dave inserted two fingers into me, he alternated between curling and scissoring them.
Cliff bucked his hips, his cock sliding further down my throat. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I choked. I hollowed my cheeks and bobbed my head back and forth. I closed my eyes as the coil snapped and I came on Dave’s fingers.
“You taste divine as always.” Dave murmured and kissed the small of my back. I could feel him shifting around. I moaned again as he split me open with his cock. He set a hard and fast pace. The lewd sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room.
Cliff fisted my hair and held my head still as he began fucking my face. He matched Dave’s pace. The tears that had entered my eyes earlier now fell down my cheeks and I screamed around Cliff’s cock as my orgasm ripped through me.
Dave and Cliff continued, overstimulating me as they found their own highs.
Cliff came down my throat, and I did my best to swallow what I could, as Dave filled my pussy with his cum.
Cliff pulled his cock out of my mouth. He took my chin in between his fingers lifting it up so our eyes met. I am sure I was a sight to behold with my mascara running down my face as cum and spit dribbled down my chin.
“Such a good girl.” He said, and I smiled softly at him still feeling hazy from my orgasms.
Dave lifted me up against him as he slowly fucked his cum into me marking me as his.
“Love to do this again sometime.” Cliff said as he tucked his cock back into his pants.
“Just as long as you remember she’s mine, Burton.” Dave said and then bit my shoulder causing me to whimper.
“Sure.” Cliff smirked and sent me a wink as he left the room.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, doll.” Dave said as he kissed the area he bit.
I hope Dave shares me with Cliff again. I could get used to them both bringing me so much pleasure.
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ever since i read a post on here a while ago about dilf! dave with a younger gf i have not been the same and quite frankly, i need to write about it before i combust


summary: reader is being a brat, and dave is not having it. (also dave is kinda sorta really mean?)
nsfw under the cut!
ok so let's say you meet dave in his mid forties, while you yourself are in your mid twenties. this relationship is quite different from dave's previous ones. for one, he's a lot more mature, a lot more subdued; he's not as impulsive or unruly as he was in his youth. secondly, he's (arguably) become more patient, which, incidentally, makes him an excellent brat tamer.
granted, dave doesn't have to tame you often; especially considering he treats you like a princess. he takes you out on dates, buys you nice things (even if you whine and tell him not to spend his money on you), makes sure you feel loved and cared for. he basically treats you as if you hung the stars in the sky. you're his pride and joy, his baby.
if this wasn't enough, dave fucks you good too. any way you ask for it, he'll give it to you; if you want it gentle, he's pulling you into the missionary position or spooning you, giving you gentle deep thrusts as he whispers words of praise. if you want it rough, dave's yanking your hair, manhandling you into all sorts of positions, pushing your head down so he can shove his cock unapologetically down your throat; the whole nine yards. usually though, dave only gets rough with you whenever you're being a brat.
it's not often that you decide to be bratty, but usually it comes after a show, when you're tired and ready to go home, or when you're out and a girl comes up to get an autograph, and begins not-so-subtly flirting with him. other times, it's simply because you want to get a rise out of him. and this was one of those times.
you and dave are spending precious time together at home, watching a movie and sitting on the couch. usually, you're cuddled up underneath his big arm, but tonight you decide to curl up at the complete opposite end of the couch. dave, who's just come home from tour a few weeks ago, doesn't like the lack of physical contact.
"c'mere, honey." dave mutters, reaching his hand out to touch your outstretched leg. in response, you curl your leg back towards you, dave's finger tips barely gliding against your bare leg. a decidedly bratty, slightly mean-spirited thing to do, you think to yourself.
"don't wanna," you huff out. it's childish, you're aware, but you really want to see how much you can work dave up. usually he has a bit more patience with you, however, today, unbeknownst to you, his patience is thin.
"fix your attitude." dave says, a stern look on his face. part of you already wants to fold, to be his good girl and curl up next to him, give him gentle kisses all over his face. but again, you want to see just how far you can push him.
so, you dramatically turn your nose up at him, and respond, "fix it for me."
instantly the mood changes. dave's arm shoots out to grab your calf and yanks your leg, pulling your body into a laying position on the couch.
"i didn't ask you. i told you." dave grits out. your eyes widen in surprise. "fix. your. attitude." deciding to test your luck, you hesitantly shake your head no in response.
"no?" dave's voice lilts in a condescending tone. he seemingly gives you one more chance to speak, to say something to quell his anger, but you stay wide-eyed and silent.
dave's face darkens with a mix of lust and anger, and for a fleeting moment, you're scared. but that fear soon turns into a heat that pools between your legs.
"you're gonna regret this little attitude of yours, i hope you know." dave smirks, and tangles a fist in your hair to yank you up from your laying position.
"get up." he hisses, and with his fist in your hair, he guides you over his knee and instructs you to pull your pajama pants down.
with your torso over his knee, it's hard to get your pants down in the awkward position, but dave only pulls your hair harder, snapping "hurry up. i don't have all fuckin' day, slut."
as soon as your pants are down, dave's landing harsh, heavy-handed smacks to your ass, making you squirm in his grip.
"the fuck's gotten into you, huh? you just wanted me to be rough with you? is that it?" dave growls out, "decided to be a bitch so i'd show this pretty pussy of yours some attention?"
"m not bein' a bitch," you whine out, "you are." you mumble, mostly to yourself, but dave hears your backtalk.
"you really don't know when to shut the fuck up, do you whore?" dave snarls, and spreads your legs apart. before you can dig yourself into an even deeper hole, he starts delivering rough, hard slaps to your pussy.
your whines rise in pitch, and you feel tears begin to prick in your eyes from the mix of pain and pleasure. in vain, you try to wriggle from his grasp, to block his hands from your heat, but he just swats them away and growls at you to be still. but suddenly, it what seems to be an act of mercy, dave stops, and begins rubbing the heated flesh of your backside.
"aww, does it hurt, baby?" he coos in a condescending tone, but your too delirious with pain and pleasure to realize it.
"mmhm," you sniffle, nodding your head.
"good, it's supposed to." dave sneers, and begins smacking your ass and cunt once more. "you think you can just give me attitude and get away with it? huh, you little slut?" he questions, but you're so far gone already all you can do is cry and attempt to blubber out an apology.
"p-please!! daddy, m'sorry, i didn't mean to," you cry out. despite your initial commitment to being a brat, with the hits dave is delivering to your ass and clit, your stubbornness quickly determinations into submission.
"well, you should've thought about that before you opened that mouth of yours," dave replies in a condescending tone. however, to your surprise, dave decides to show you mercy, and sinks his fingers deep into your cunt as he's rubbing the battered skin of your backside.
"m'sorry.." you whimper, big hot tears running down your cheeks.
dave coos at you once more, this time in a genuine way. "i know, baby. but you've learned your lesson, haven't you?".
before he can even finish his sentence, you're frantically nodding his head. "mmhm! m'your good girl, promise!" you babble in his lap. if he weren't so turned on, dave might've laughed at your pathetic state. instead, all he could feel was a surge of pride that he had reduced you to such a state in such a short amount of time.
"i know, baby, you just had to be reminded of that, huh sweetheart?" he says, pushing your curled body off of his lap. before you can pout at the loss of contact, dave gestures to the bed, "why don't you lay on your back for me, pretty?."
this time, dave does laugh, watching as you scramble to lay on the bed, just as he asked of you. he crawls on top of you, and lays in between your legs. he craddles your head in his hands, placing soft, gentle kisses to your skin; a stark contrast to his rough actions only moments earlier.
"you're so pretty when you cry." dave mumbles, almost to himself. you nuzzle your face into the side of one of his hands, and gasp as you feel the head of dave's cock run through your wet folds.
as he slowly slides his cock inside of you, you begin rambling once more. "thank you, f-fuck, thank you,". however, you're gratefulness doesn't last long, as dave sets a brutal, unforgiving pace.
"f-fuck! s'too much, please," you whine, feebly pushing your hands against his lower torso in an attempt to push him away. if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was in your stomach with how deep he's thrusting into you. it's all too much to handle, especially after his rather rough spanking. it'd be a miracle if you could sit tomorrow, much less walk. much to your dismay, dave simply swats your hands away, and hikes your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half.
"what? did you think i'd let you get off with only a spanking? after talking to me like you did?" dave smirks at your widening eyes of realization, that the punishment has only just begun.
#this took forever to complete but its finally done!!#dave mustaine#dave mustaine x reader#dave mustaine smut#dave mustaine fanfiction#megadeth#megadeth fanfiction#megadeth smut#megadeth x reader
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