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I AKMSOST FORGOT SOMEONES BIRTHDAT...... HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVE OMG 62 ALREADY?!?!?!?

ill exclusively be writing him for a few days so send in asks pls 🙏

(im seeing him Saturday:333)

hiii!!! id just like to update my who ill write for and add these three

bad boy dave cuckhold 😋

guys what does this even mean

Dilf Dave having to be quiet while getting a blowie cause the kids are sleeping? Idk just a request

NYEHEHEHEHHEHEE yes. also late 90s Dave cus i said so...

you two were up late, talking to each other about your day, talking about work and everything else.

"yeah, you were out all day. couldn't get my mind off of you- missed you so much, hun."

Dave groaned, getting comfortable again.

"i missed you too,"

you kissed him, playing with his hair a little bit. it made him relax a little more, moving into your touch.

"couldn't stop thinkin' about.... you know."

you glared at him, a shit eating smirk on his face.

"what? just bein' honest."

he shrugged and you sighed.

"didn't tell me about this until now? we could've had a little time to ourselves earlier."

"we still can, yknow,"

he murmured. his voice all calm and collective.

"Dave, the kids are sleeping-"

"so? i can be quiet. dunno about you though, princess."

he laughed, you just rolled your eyes.

"yeah, well let's see about that."

you groaned. you knew you could be probably more quiet than him, getting off the bed and moving to your knees.

"that's more like it,"

he slid his sweats off, pulling himself out for you. he grabbed your hair to form a makeshift ponytail, holding it tight.

you pounced on him, jerking him off slowly before putting your mouth on him, licking up his shaft and kissed his tip a few times.

he let out a few long huffs through his nose, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

"stop teasing and take it, please?"

you didn't listen and kept doing your own thing.

"oh cmon... don't make me beg."

he made his way back to you, staring down at you and tried pushing your head down until you actually took it in your mouth, guiding your head slowly before you started sucking it yourself.

"theeerrre we go... wasn't so hard, now was it?"

you rolled your eyes, taking it all and bobbed your head along with your movements. it kept hitting the back of your throat, causing you to gag a little before he grabbed your head and started guiding it himself.

"atta girl. taking me so well."

he whispered, trying to stay quiet. you started moaning around the shaft, sending chills up Dave's spine.

"fuck! holy- d-dont do that.."

you pulled off, giving a pout.

"do what?"

you asked innocently, keeping direct eye contact, making Dave moan louder.

"look so pretty for me-"

he reached down to caress your face, biting his lip to try and steady himself.

"gonna cum? i've been waiting, yknow,"

"mh- yeah- fuck, yes."

he moaned before he rutted against your cheek, pointing it towards your mouth and aimed half of your swollen lips and on your face.

"atta girl, taking what i give you."

he smirked, biting his lip from the sight and stuffing himself back in his pants.

"on the bed. wanna make the pretty girl feel good now, okay?"

he mumbled with a smirk and you just smiled and nodded <33

PLEASE can you write something about Mustaine if he was a vampire??? It would be interesting to read headcanons about this.......

OH MY GOD YES !!!! tbh if Dave was any typa creature like that he'd 100% be a vamp (or a wolf, but we all know vampires are hotter 🏃‍♀️)

idk if you wanted a full fic but i'm really tired and don't have time to write one rn 💔 but ill put bullets/headcannons for you !!

- i can imagine when this man needs his blood feast he'd get a little uncomfortable to ask you to volunteer, but you'd reassure him and man. he would take. EVERY. chance. when you'd get a little nervous because you're afraid it'll hurt, he'd start at your thighs since they're the fattest part on your body. of course it'd hurt, but not as bad as you'd think and he's just lick you up after, trying not to get you all messy. looking up at you for reassurance asking you if it was too much... like ?!?+?+?

- this man is always flashing you grins and stupid smirks while flashing you his fangs because he knows you like them and he likes seeing you stare at them, slapping his arm or something to make him stop because you're getting embarrassed because he knows you like when he does that.

i honestly don't know what else to put 😭😭😭 but keep sending more Dave stuff!! i literally love this man sm

should i write sm like this ????

Ok, so because I'm GROSS and mentally unstable, hear with me. Dave spitting in your mouth, like he just grabs your jaw makes you open your mouth then spits in it. I would perish. Just cease to exist, truly.

no because im gross and mentally unstable as well and LOVE THIS CONCEPT!! i feel that dave would specifically do this whenever he's feeling particularly jealous and/or horny. it's almost like he's marking you but without the actual physical mark, if that makes any sense?

like i feel like he'd drag you to the bathroom to have a hot and heavy make out session after one of the guys tried to flirt with you (perhaps not so jokingly) and he suddenly pulls away and grips your throat, demanding that you open your mouth. as soon as you do, he spits in your mouth and tells you to be his good little girl and swallow it <333

anon ilysm for this ask you truly get me

i think we can all agree that old James would be SUCH a complete and utter tease. please tell me i'm not the only one who thinks this.

i'm talking about him making you ride his thigh before he even lays a finger on you. he'd make you strip to your bra and panties, riding his thigh while he's fully clothed. you just whine and mumble at the friction, him bouncing his leg to make you more overstimulated and you almost give out. "what's the matter, baby doll? feel good, don' it?" he'd caress the side of your face, one hand on your side so you don't fall.

he knew what he was doing, even while looking innocent. you kept begging for his cock and all he would respond with was, "needa do a little more for me, can'ya do that?" and you'd grind yourself best to his needs.

he'd be smoking a cigar, getting more and more comfortable, watching the mess he made of you in front of him. he'd reach his free hand up to your tits, squeezing at the flesh before he got hard himself. he'd grab at your hips making you stop, moving his hips upwards towards you.

"it's not gonna suck itself, sweetheart."

he smirked before you needily got on your knees to help him, even though you needed a release more than he did. but you were just happy he let you get this far.

can someone send in subby dave/steven asks pretty please.. 🧎‍♀️

OH MY LORD JESUF?!?!?!?[+0+8>>×>

based on a combo of these asks from earlier in my inbox<3 thinkin of this james!

he would be pining after you for years!! and no matter how many other girls he’s fucked it’s never good enough bc it’s not you. he’s head over heels for you and also so sexually frustrated every time he sees you walking around in a pair of leather pants or a cute little skirt he has to run to the bathroom to get himself (and his dick) to calm down.

one day, after a show, he’s really wound up. he’s all frustrated and angry and he doesn’t really know why, he just knows that all he can really hear is his blood pumping in his ears and his fingers are twitching, curling into fists and then splaying back out again. sweet, adorable you, notice him sitting on his amp, and of course you come over to ask him what’s wrong.

“i dunno, sweetheart, i’m just in a mood today, i guess.” he hangs his head.

“there anything i can do to help you?” james immediately softens, eyes glancing up into yours. even all worked up and sweaty he looks so good, so beautiful.

“i uh… not really.” yes. there is something you can do to help him. let him fuck your brains out. but you’re his best friend. and he can’t ruin that with you as much as he yearns to do so, as hard as it’s getting to resist.

“how bout you come back to where i’m staying after you get all sorted? go shower, come over. i’ll have drinks?” james smiles at you, standing up and nodding. stretching. looks like a plan is a plan.

***

james gets one knock at the door before youre swinging it open, embarrassingly excited about seeing james again. your crush on him will doom you for eternity with how much you love him.

“i’ve got beer! your favorite too.”

james smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek in which you wrap your arms around him, hugging him close. james lets out a little grunt that immediately leaves his face on fire as he feels you press against his crotch. he hopes you didn’t hear that.

you drag him over to the couch of your hotel room, it being a nice spacious little place. you crack open a beer and hand it to him, then opening and taking a swig of yours. james surveys you. glancing up and down at you from your tiny, tiny top that shows off your tits so nicely. to the little shorts you’re wearing that barely conceal anything. ones you wouldn’t dare wear out of the house but are rather comfortable to lounge in.

and that’s when james realizes he doesn’t know if he’s gonna be able to control himself tonight. you looking like this, all relaxed from the alcohol. he’s embarrassingly hard in his pants, and he crosses his legs as to not draw attention to himself. you’re leaning on him, talking away about miscellaneous things, james nodding along but not really listening. instead thinking of what it would feel like to fuck your tits, play with you til you’re crying. make you pay for all the years he’s spent wasted on other girls when he could been with you.

he gets snapped out of his thoughts when you literally do snap in his face.“james! hellooo? woah, you really are out of it today.”

he can’t take it anymore, he abruptly gets up, blabbering out how he’s gotta get out of here, how he doesn’t wanna do anything he regrets, and then you’re grabbing him by the waist and turning him around before he can reach the doorknob.

“what is it that’s bothering you this much?” you look him up and down, and then you spot the hardon in his jeans. and yeah, now you know what’s been bothering him so much. james groans when he realizes you realized, and covers his face with his hands.

“can i please just lea-“

“you want me to help you with that?” okay. woah. james is paralyzed, mouth moving but no sounds coming out, until you make a move for him, taking your hand and pushing on his hard on, rubbing in slow circles and james’ brain immediately blanks. and then he’s leaning down and kissing you. it’s sloppy, wet, and with too much teeth and tongue but james couldn’t give a fuck. he’s got you. he grabs onto your waist, hoisting you up and dragging you over to the bed, sheets still unmade from when you left in the early morning. james keeps kissing you, fucking your mouth with his tongue and groaning into you.

he only lets up when you push him away for air. whimpering out a little “please, james…” and then he’s kissing and sucking on your neck, tearing your clothes off and not even bothering to unbutton his shirt, just ripping it and hearing buttons go flying.

“you know how fucking crazy you make me” you whine as james cups a hand over your pussy, covered only by thin lacy underwear now. “gonna make you pay for all those nights i haven’t been able to touch you. lay back.” you do exactly as you ask, and james acts on those sinister thoughts from earlier, removing his underwear and straddling your stomach, feeling up your bare breasts. he opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue and letting spit dribble down to the valley between your tits, getting you all wet for him there. he grabs your breasts in his big hands, pushing them together and then he slides his cock in between the little space left, groaning as he starts to fuck your tits.

“holy fuck, you’re such a dream.. look at you. have barely touched you and you’re already gone. stick your tongue out.” you do as you’re told of course. and james slides his cock all the way up until the tip pushes on your tongue on the upstroke. you swirling around the pink tip every time you get a chance. james keeps moaning, saying the filthiest fucking things to you. his thrusts get sloppy.

“fuck, ‘m gonna cum. keep your mouth open. gonna empty myself in between those pretty lips of yours.” james lets go of your tits to shuffle further up your body, jerking himself off quick and tight, before coming with a groan into your waiting mouth. you stay still, letting him do what he wants with you, pushing the droplets of cum that missed back into your mouth.

you’re mewling for stimulation. and james of course will give you anything that you ask. he shuffles down your body, face right in front of your pussy and blowing air on it. making you kick your legs out and squirm. he grabs your thighs to make you stay still, and then licks a stripe up your curb. your squeal, closing your legs around his head now that he’s let go of him, which he lets you do enthusiastically. you grab at his hair and hump his face, whining and moaning and then screaming when james pushes two fingers into you at the same time he sucks your clit into his mouth.

you’re gonna cum so quick. james can feel it. he won’t let it happen. your moans get more high pitched, and when you start to pulse around him he pulls his fingers out quick. making your legs kick out again and slam down on the bed. crying at being denied. “james..! please!”

“not yet. told you i was gonna make you pay.” james is already hard again. he pushes his fingers back into you and immediately goes back to fucking you relentlessly with them. repeating the cycle of pulling away over and over again.

“tell me you’re sorry for making me wait.”

“fuck james.. ‘m sorry. didn’t know you liked me like that. wanted this f-for so long.. so sorry. wanted you so bad, i’m sssorry!”

“i’m not convinced.” james taunts. pulling out again. tears fall from your eyes. hands gripping the sheets of the bed hard, and you vaguely remember you’re in a hotel room and you’ve got neighbors, but the thought leaves your mind as quick as it came.

“please jamie… wanted it for so long i’m so sorry. i’m sorry. please… fuck me. want your cock so bad. wanna cum. i need you. i’m so ffucking s-sorry!” you’re full on sobbing, mascara running, hand thrown over your eyes as james’ fingers slow again inside you.

you get ready to be denied again, but instead immediately after you feel james’ fingers leave you, you feel something bigger in its place pushing at your entrance. james comes up to lean over you, resting on his forearms above you. pushing in without a word of warning and you wail again.

“ffuck… this pussy is so fucking tight.. oh god. gonna make me cum so quick. you want that? want me to fill you up?” you nod frantically when you realize he’s finally gonna let you get yours after being denied time and time again. bringing your legs up to wrap around his waist as he starts to nudge impossibly deep into you.

“shit.. yeah you do. first i want you to cream all over my cock. think you can do that for me? can feel you squeezing me. so close, aren’t you?”

you are. you really are. james leans down and gives you marks all up your neck, licking and sucking. grinding hard into you, hips pressed against each other. you bring a hand down to rub your clit, and it only takes a few tight circles before you’re gone. your other hand wraps up around his neck, pulling him down so he’s pressing you into the mattress.

“fuck.. there it is baby. that’s it.. f-feels so good. oh..” james keeps thrusting into you, faster, harder, fucking you through your orgasm so he can get his. he pushes your head to the side so he can kiss you, moaning into your mouth as you feel him spill into you with a groan before pulling away from your lips. “auh.. fuck! oh shit…” james leans back on his knees, hips still making tiny jolts in you. he pulls out almost all the way, leaving just the tip in and reaching down to jerk his cock, pushing out the last of his orgasm.

when he pulls out he groans at the sight of you leaking with his cum, reaching down to push it back into you. you whine, grabbing a pillow and holding it to your face. you’re exhausted, thoroughly worn out, but he doesn’t wanna let this be done yet. he’s already twitching again. you’re gonna be in for a rough night.

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can y’all tell i’m ovulating.