luvrboydave

[luvrboydave]

amazing work as always!!!!

Hiiiiiii

Can you write a jason smut where jase and the reader are high school sweethearts and its their first time ???

You swallow around the urge to let out a nervous sounding laugh as a tickling, wet kiss is placed on your left collarbone, the muscles in your throat tethering and constricting with the movement as Jason parts his kiss swollen lips to smile against your goosebump ridden flesh. Your stomach muscles tighten and narrow in as your boyfriend's careful and teasing fingertips dance their way down your bare and quivering middle, his thighs bracketing you in place as he hovers above you.

The sound of his spit clad grin disconnecting from your clavicle is audible in the slightly tense air surrounding you two, and the titter of nerves you were once able to hold back, pours out of you as Jason uses his hand holding up his weight near your head to level himself out with you and rests his forehead against yours. Bright blue eyes peer down into your own as he flattens his palm and lengthy fingers on your lower abdomen, the cool silver of your guys' matching class ring on his ring finger making itself apparent, as the chilled temperature of the jewelry opposes and stands out against the heated and blushed skin anticipatingly shifting underneath it.

"So nervous, even though this was your idea." He playfully taunts, the cerulean of his irises narrowing and disappearing as his smile widens and takes over his handsome features. Your laughter stutters and halts in your chest as you watch his slightly bruised lips spread, and you instinctively tilt your chin upward to chase after the taste of your own skin on his tongue. Jason immediately reacts to your kiss, his grin softening and jaw slacking enough to lave his appendage out to cascade it over your quiet gasp, before slowly licking and making its way into your welcoming and awaiting mouth. Your boyfriend's earlier and halfhearted confidence retreats as your tongues connect and your right hand weaves itself into his curly and unruly mane, his own desperation and want becoming obvious as his lips needily solidify themselves against your own, and his legs surrounding yours push your own pair even further together.

You mewl as your upper thighs rub and create friction only inches away from where you truly need it most, and as the salty taste of your own perspiration from your skin is granted on the tip of your tongue. You crane your neck back to suck in a much needed breath of air, a thick trail of shared spit breaking and landing on your chin as the ends of your hair graze the indented pillows underneath your partially lifted head. Jason forces himself to stay in place as your chest heaves just centimeters away from his own, the thin gold chain collectively holding your own ring around your neck enticingly moving to the side as you shakily pant.

"As if I did anything more than invite you over to my house for the weekend." You muse once you're sure your voice wouldn't break, and you could partially exhale. Jason's eyes follow the ring as if he was in a trance, before making their way down to the swell of your breasts, and then to his fingertips absentmindedly pressing themselves in your groin. Your heart pounds in your chest as you readily lift your head to follow his line of sight, a rush of heat flooding its way up your chest and resting upon your cheeks as you fleetingly look at the soon to be marks being imprinted in your skin. Jason removes his hand from the side of your head to encase it around your waist as he shifts back, your hips twitching as you hear him shakily curse from above you and near your knees. You use your now free hand to help you stabilize yourself on your elbows as you follow after him, your legs anchoring themselves shut as you catch him staring wide eyed down in between them.

The newly opened space in between you two allows for a coast of air to move its way through, and you bite back a full body shiver as the essence soaking itself through your cotton underwear makes itself known. You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment and go to throw your head back, only to pause in place as you feel your boyfriend's fingertips lightly tug at the lace sewn in on the top of the now ruined fabric. You tease your bottom lip with your two front teeth as Jason hesitantly looks up at you, his own face now a beet red. "Can I?" He nearly whispers, his own question sounding foreign and heavy on his used tongue. You glance down at his hand securely wrapped around your waist, the thumb comfortingly rubbing figure 8's in the sensitive skin surrounding it, and then back into his eyes, which are still focused on you. You shudder out a hilted exhalation, before nodding and relaxing your thighs. Nerves erupt throughout your entirety as his hand slowly loosens from around your hip and comes down to help his other slowly roll down the soaked cotton, your eyes feeling heavy and dilated as he sends you a praising look after you instinctively lift your hips from the tousled sheets underneath you to help.

You bend your knees once he has your underwear near the bottom of your thighs, the front tops of your feet brushing against Jason's raising ballsack and throbbing erection as you try to lift them from in between his own. Heat collects in your middle at the resounding grunt he lets out, and as his hips press themselves against you. Your clit begins to pulsate at the feeling of his dick's natural heaviness, and you spread your legs open even wider once you're able to unsteadily raise your legs to the side. Jason haphazardly manages to get the cotton past your ankles, before blindingly tossing it to the side, his eyes transfixed on your sex as soon as it fully comes into view. Your elbows shake and you falter as your boyfriend carefully raises and rests one of your ankles on his left shoulder, before turning his head to the side and descending his way down to your core with his mouth attached to the inner corner of your leg. Your hips tremble and jolt with every inch he licks, kisses and sucks his way up to your weeping pussy, your eyebrows furrowing and your jaw slack as he takes his time with you.

Jason presses his painful erection against your other bent leg, rutting against and using your raised kneecap to relieve some of the pressure against his still clothed and palpitating cock. Jason's mouth salivates as he watches you pant and attempt to hold yourself in place for him, his cockhead beading with precum and begging to be free of its confines. Your leg connected to his groin is pressed down flat, before being raised and wrapped around his side, his stomach nearly grazing the sheets and blankets as he sucks a hickey into your bikini line. Slick runs its way down your swollen folds and tears cling to your lash line as you try to be obedient and patient, the lapping of his tongue only inches away from your sex making it nearly impossible for you to be.

"What do you need, sweetheart?" Your boyfriend asks you, sounding drunk and dazed off the taste of you. Your ring settles in between your breasts as you inch yourself up into a sitting position, your lips slick with spit and your eyes feeling ablaze. Jason sucks once last mark into the skin of your hip, before raising himself up on his knees, his large ringed hand encircling itself around your limb to keep your leg hooked on his shoulder.

"I want you," you breathe, your eyes darting over his facial features as you watch him take in your words. Jason's eyes widen as you reach down to try and grasp at the waistband of his checkered boxers, his own inhalation getting trapped in his chest once you're able to delicately run your fingertips over his hardened shaft. "I want you, all the way. I want us to be each other's firsts."

The hand holding your leg up, runs its way down to grasp onto your own, the other coming up to cup your chin and tug you in even closer. Your rising smile turns shy as your nose bumps against his, the desperation and hunger you felt earlier turning into a gentle pitter of desire as you look back into his softening gaze. "I always wanted you to be my first, and I always knew you were going to be, baby," he murmurs to you in a placating and calm tone, his lips brushing against yours in a light caress with every word he speaks. Jason licks his own set as he brings his thumb up to press it into your bottom one, his gaze hardening as you peek your tongue out to run it along his slightly trembling fingertip. "Are you sure you're ready?"

You place a gentle kiss on his digit, before smiling against the skin, lowering your leg down to wrap it alongside his middle instead. Bringing his hand down to your neck and him into an opened mouth, shared breath of a kiss, you swallow his moan and carefully lie yourself back down with him on top of you.

"Never been more sure of anything in my life."

⭒

You gasp around a stuttered exhale as Jason carefully runs a finger through your folds, forcing your eyes to stay open and on him as he takes his time with you. Gentle pecks are placed from the crown of your head, down to the precipice of your jawline. His now free cock bumps against your shaking thigh, as he rubs his thumb against your jack hammering clit and grazes his index finger near your fluttering entrance.

"Please." You stammer, nearly stutter, beg. Jason presses his grin against your skin, before slowly and carefully sliding the pad of his digit inside of you. A sigh of relief bellows its way out from in between your kiss chapped and soring lips at the slight relief, the sound turning silent as your boyfriend shapes and curves his finger upward. He pauses once his second knuckle makes direct contact with the tightening walls of your sex, only pushing back and creating space in between you two to be able to look down and watch the rest of his finger disappear inside of you.

"So fucking beautiful, knew you'd be worth the wait." He speaks out loud in a wonderous and awed tone, his cockhead jumping and spurting out a translucent, warm pearl of pre-ejaculate as he slowly pumps his digit in and out of you. You reach down to encircle your hand around his wrist, looking up at him with muted desperation as the sound of your slick accumulating on his palm becomes audible and echoed. Jason carefully adds his middle finger alongside his index, making sure to stimulate your clit to help distract you from the uncommon stretch.

You moan loudly and preen forward as a sharp spike of arousal crashes into you and warms your gut, Jason's smile turning triumphant as he relentlessly twists and prods at your spongelike spot. "There it is," He announces, lapping at his bottom lip hungrily as he watches your essence begin to run down his wrist and collect where your own hand rested. Your hips raise from the bed once again, and your boyfriend encourages the movement by wrapping a hand around your cloying waist. "That's right, ride my fingers."

Sweat drips down your neck and makes its way down to your bouncing breasts as you thrust and move your hips as best and as fast as you can, careening in short spurts every time he leans forward to lick and lap at every inch of your body he can get to without faltering his own thrusts. "Such a good fucking girl." He pants, his own chest feeling tight and overexerted as he watches you use him for your own pleasure.

You gape and shallowly suck in breaths as you lift your hips up and down, twitching in near overstimulation as Jason taps and abuses your clit and incessantly prods at your g-spot, his name being the only word continuously repeated as your orgasm quickly approaches. The last thing you see is Jason removing his hand and your own going slack, before he dips down to harshly suck at your clit with his enthusiastic mouth, and your release causes your vision to whiten and blur. Your thighs tighten and bracket him in, the sensation of his reddish-brown hair cascading down your legs feeling like a comforting, ghostlike touch as you fight to catch your breath and will yourself to stop seizing.

Strong, reassuring hands grip your lower half in place as he continues to suck a mark into your pussy, only stopping after you sob and nearly begin to convulse and shy away. Soft kisses are placed and traveled upward, his mouth only able to make it past your bellybutton once you relax and come back to enough to realize he's trying to move. Your breath is nearly stable by the time he makes it up to you and you're both face to face, the glistening sheen on his chin and upper neck enough to make you chortle out a laugh and turn your head in jubilant mortification.

His cleaner hand comes up to brush the hair out of your face, his grin wide and satisfied as he bends down to share the taste of your own slick and release with you. You open your mouth compliantly as he licks his way back in and curls his tongue to massage it on the roof of your mouth. You take in your own musk and taste as he feeds it to you, giggling into his mouth as you somehow manage to turn you both over, so he lands onto his back. Mussed and disorganized curls fan out on the pillows beneath him like a halo, and you look down at him in amazement, before shaking your head.

"God, I love you." You confess, watching as he pauses underneath you, before smiling wide and reaching up to encircle his arms around you, his repeating words to you coming out and sounding like second nature. You both moan as you fully sit down on his lap, your slick still present enough to help you slide against the entirety of his shaft. Lifting your hips to make sure you aren't too sore or tired to attempt to ride him, you carefully reach back and encase your palm around his dick once you don't cramp. You nearly jump as a warm palm flattens itself against your middle to get your attention.

"Baby, if you're sore, we don't have to continue." Jason offers, even as his dick pulsates underneath you enough to let you know his erection is verging on becoming painful. You elongate your thumb to lightly rub it against his cockhead, and grin to yourself as he closes his eyes in bliss. You use your residual and still growing amount of slick as lubricant, and take a deep breath, before steadying yourself with a hand on your boyfriend's groin. Jason shakily raises his hands to enclose them around your hips, his grip only tightening as you guide his cock toward your entrance and tap his weeping tip against it teasingly.

"What did you say about me being the nervous one earlier?" You ask mirthfully, deciding to go easy on him after he whispers out a please, and his dick twitches in your hand. You both let out tightened and whimpered exhales and whines as you slowly take him in and descendant downward, his cockhead being the hardest part of the stretch. Tears spring to your eyes from the realization of what was actually and finally happening, and you tilt your head backwards to blink them out of view. When you look back down, Jason is already looking up at you, his eyes blown wide, and his mouth seemingly stuck in the shape of an O. Your free hand comes down to join your other on his groin for support, while your boyfriend's grip loosens around you and his hands instead rise and lower on your sides to help you relax and loosen up.

"God, you feel like a fucking dream. Doing so well for me already." He compliments and praises, even as he already looks fucked out and close to moving his own hips himself. You send him a shaky smile, before carefully rising to your knees and shifting upward. Jason lifts his legs and plants his feet on the bed behind you, positioning himself to thrust in case you need assistance. You place the majority of your weight on your knees and then the rest on his stomach, the first thrust feeling empty and hallow, until your ass makes contact with his pelvic bone.

"Oh." You whisper around a sob, the first feeling of his cockhead brushing against your cervix overwhelming. You restabilize yourself and then thrust upward again, your movements and hip work quickly becoming fluid and easily repetitive as you chase the deep satiation and the sounds Jason's moaning out. You reach up to interlace your fingers with his after he experimentally fucks upward and meets you in a rough and soundly thrust, your eyes nearly rolling back as he somehow makes it even deeper in you than before.

"Please, baby. Again, again." You plead around choked stammers, your stomach muscles tightening, and your walls milking your boyfriend with every reckless and hardening plunge and thrust. You lean forward and bear down onto his pelvis as he pierces himself into you, the wet sounds of your slick and his prerelease enough to bring a breathless blush to your already blood red cheeks. Thick globs and strings connect you two together as the force of Jason's thrusts nearly have you toppling forward and off of his lap, and you have to instead bring your hands forward to rest them up on his chest as he unintentionally takes over.

"Tell me how good it feels, sweetheart." Jason grunts, his words nearly unintelligible as he continues to fuck into you with reckless abandon, one of his hands sliding down to rest upon your lower stomach. You clutch at it as you struggle to breathe in, your walls vicing and gripping around him so tightly, you can feel the long and thick vein in his dick rubbing alongside your walls.

"So fucking good," you begin, your words slurring off as the now familiar sensation of your orgasm almost comes back barreling through. You look down and make unsteady and tear-filled eye contact with him, his own gaze glazed over and his chest a bright, sweaty red. You place your hand over his heart and nearly gasp at the erratic heartbeat that greets you back in response, before rushing forward as Jason uses his hand on your hip as leverage to bear you down on him as he pegs forward. Tears make their way down your cheeks as you needily suck in aborted breaths of air, your knees failing underneath you and your hand on his chest sliding forward. You both look at each other and stop mid-thrust, before laughing in disbelief. "I think I'm going to cum soon." You say around a hiccupped guffaw. Jason places a kiss on your forehead once you end up chest to chest, and he reaches down to grasp onto one of your hands, before placing it behind your back to hold you in place. Your fingernails dig into his shoulder blade as he uses your joined hands as leverage to drive you back down on his length, as he incessantly pumps his way back into you.

Your spine arches and you forcibly straighten out as he continuously hits that deep rooted spot inside of you, your face crumbling and jaw dropping as Jason reaches down in between you two with his free hand to messily rub at your clit. "Go on then, baby. Make a mess out of me." You're clamping around him and orgasming before he can even finish his sentence, so tightly his thrusts are forced to slow down. Heat coils and snaps in your middle, and you settle on a silent wail as you feel your release exit and drip down to the bottom of your boyfriend's ballsack, even as your walls continue to narrow and attempt to milk him dry. Jason manages to grind twice more, before his balls tighten and raise, and he's shooting his seed into you. You slump forward and rest your head on his shoulder, exhaustion weighing you down.

Heavy pants fill the now overly quiet bedroom, and you carefully sit yourself up, making sure to keep him inside of you as you do so. You brush the tendrils of stray hairs out of your eyesight and off of your face, and bite back a grin as peer down at your boyfriend. A wide, satiated and worn-out grin overtakes his face, yet it softens into a wistful smile when he amorously looks up at you.

"How was that for a first time?" Jason asks you humorously and shellshocked, his tone falling short and turning into a resounding gulp as you tighten around him instead of verbally answering. You lean down and tilt his chin up, before deliberately kissing him, and humming contently as you lick the taste of yourself off of his mouth.

"How about we go for a second in a little while, and then you can ask me again?" You're flipped on your back and crowded in before you can even react, matching wide smiles and laughter ricocheting off your bedroom's four walls when you do.

#metallica smut #jason newsted smut #jason newsted x reader

[luvrboydave]

ok time for me to disappear again :3

[luvrboydave]

i love you bro

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[luvrboydave]

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.

#dave mustaine smut #megadeth smut #dave mustaine x reader #metallica smut

[luvrboydave]

i think im getting a bit carried away 🫣😭

hi guys :3

[luvrboydave]

damn ive got myself blushing and giggling at some of the shit im writing LMFAOOO

[luvrboydave]

hi guys :3

[luvrboydave]

started trying to write smth again and it just sounds so awkward to me </3

[luvrboydave]

masterlist

dave mustaine

dad's best friend dave pt.2 | contents: smut, age gap, oral sex (f receiving), pet names, hair pulling

movie magic | contents: smut, threescore, oral sex (m & f receiving), double vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampies, dirty talk, pet names, name calling, filming

mutual pining w/ best friend dave | contents: smut, love confessions, car sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected piv sex, pet names

subby dave | contents: smut, handjob, dom!reader, edging(?)

husband dave | contents: unprotected sex, creampies, kitchen sex

kirk hammett

please don't kill me, mr. ghostface, i wanna be in the sequel! | contents: dark content, dubcon, stalking, creep!kirk, panty stealing, knives, blood, violence, small breeding kink, degradation, name calling, pet names

james hetfield

relax | contents: smut, bathtub sex, fingering, unprotected piv, pet names, breeding, praise

movie magic | contents: smut, threescore, oral sex (m & f receiving), double vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampies, dirty talk, pet names, name calling, filming

#masterlist #dave mustaine smut #megadeth smut #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #metallica smut

[luvrboydave]

finally making a masterlist >:D

[luvrboydave]

LORD ALMIGHTY

#c.ai shenanigans #i cant do this #this is what mental illness does to u #im delusional #and lonely

[luvrboydave]

been super into demon slayer, jjk, genshin, and hsr these past few weeks :3 if i end up writing for them don't mind me

[luvrboydave]

kinda tmi but i started antidepressants like a few weeks ago and i can barely fucking cum anymore its so frustrating 😭😭

[luvrboydave]

i wanna write stuff or talk about my current interests/hyperfixations but i don't want to stray from what i originally made this acc for UGHHHH IDK WHAT TO DOOOO

[luvrboydave]

ok so this isnt about anyone in particular but i am so obsessed with the concept of nasty perverted behavior like panty stealing/sniffing, accidental voyeurism, somno, free use, etc....so im writing tiny itty bitty blurbs about them!!!!!

idk what it is but my brain is just buzzing recently whenever i read fics about yknow the classic guy roommate doing laundry and finds girl roommate's underwear and pockets them so he can jerk off with em later... GODDDD its so hot to me it really is. then you take it a step further and it's him jerking off with a pair of your panties and cumming on them hoping that those ones are the next ones you decide to wear. 

a man stealing a pair of your underwear from your clothes hamper and pressing them against his nose, inhaling your scent as he stuffs his hand down his pants and rubs one out... bonus points if you catch him doing it and he gets all embarrassed!!

your roommate coming home unexpectedly early one night after a date gone wrong to the sound of your sweet little moans resonating throughout the apartment.. he quietly makes his way to your bedroom door which is cracked ever so slightly. when he peeks inside he gets an eyeful of you sprawled out on your bed, pretty pussy on display with a dildo filling your cunt and a vibrator pressed against your clit. he has to bite his lip to stop himself from groaning at the sight. he unzips his pants and pulls his underwear down to free his already hardening cock. he knows he shouldnt be doing this and that he should feel guilty for even thinking about you in that way but fuck you look so good like this and he's just a simple man after all...

AND LORDDDD dont even get me started on somno (obv with consent beforehand)... your man being so fucking horny and needy for you that he cant even wait for you to wake up...he sees you sleeping in nothing but a shirt and some panties and goes wild, slipping your underwear to the side, spitting diwn into your cunt, and slowly sliding his cock into your entrance...ypu wake up just as he's about to cum, sleepily mumbling his name and moaning as his cock hits in just the right spot. You beg for him to cum inside you, clenching around him and milking him dry as he does so..NEEEEED THIS RN

ohhh god and free use (again, with consent beforehand)...just lounging on the couch when he comes over to you, slips your shorts and underwear off, and throws your legs over his shoulders. he immediately dives into your cunt, lapping at your fold and sucking on your clit LORD ALMIGHTY!!!!! 

#synful thoughts #smut #smut blurb #somno #free use kink #accidental voyeurism

[luvrboydave]

hi guys my metal hyperfixation died off a little don't mind me i just lurk nowadays :3

[luvrboydave]

Summon Me 🕮⛧ James Hetfield (18+)

A small chill slides down your spine as you make your way into the dormitory, eyebrows immediately beginning to furrow as you take in the smell of burnt candle wax and your eyes adjust to the darkness of the entrance of the living room. Laughter bellows out from the hallway nearest to you, and your shoulders relax at the familiar sound of your roommate and her friend.

Haphazardly kicking off your worn-out shoes, you bend down to remove your socks, before freezing in place as you take in the mess on the floor. Laid out in front of your feet and around the coffee table, is a half torn out page from an antique looking book and an empty box belonging to a Ouija board.

'I Summon Thee' is printed out and sprawled in an ancient looking text, and in a panic, you hastily stand back up before quickly making your way down the hall, carefully making sure not to touch any of the items.

Following the sounds of hushed laughter and unhurried conversation, you pause as you take in the scene of your roommate holding up a piece of a now half-charred and smoking planchette. "What the hell did you guys do?" You whisper out, the chill that welcomed you into the home now coming back full force.

Looking up at you with unconcerned amusement, your roommate playfully waves the communication device in your face, biting back a grin as you flinch in fright.

"Relax, roomie. It was just a little game to spice up Halloween night. Don't worry, we said goodbye and all!"

Squinting down at the board on the couch to the right of you, your heart leaps in your chest as you find the other part of the summoning spell tucked underneath the burnt cardboard. Shaking your head and taking a step back, you reach out to grab her wrist to push it away, but instead make contact with the planchette. Hissing out as the charred wood burns the side of your palm, you bring your hand up to your mouth and send her a glare over your elbow.

"And you saying goodbye means repeating a spell and burning half of the pieces of it?" You ask out in a muffled tone, holding back a grimace as the taste of ash and blood covers your taste buds.

Sending you a sympathetic smile, your roommate's friend lifts up a half empty bottle of alcohol, the condensation running down the glass causing him to almost drop it. "We were taking shots next to the candles and next thing you know, there's flames and the lights are flickering out."

Raising an eyebrow at the latter end of his sentence, you went to question him, before you felt a piece of something hard poke into your bottom lip. Holding your hand out in front of you, you can barely make out a piece of wood sticking out of your skin. Whispering out a curse, you quickly bend down and reach for the candle nearest to you, before turning around and shakily making your way toward the bathroom. Waving off the slightly slurred question your roommate asks about where you're going, you slowly make your way back out to the hallway as carefully as you can.

Stretching your good hand out, you squint as the wick's light seemed to dim more and more with each step you took away from the common area. A gust of wind blows up the back of your shirt as your hand makes contact with the bathroom's light switch, causing you to yelp out and almost drop the only source of light.

Reaching out to flick the switch, a relieved breath escapes you as white light surrounds the tiled walls and bleeds out into the former pitch-black hallway.

Closing your eyes to take a deep breath and catch your bearings, you try your best to ignore the pulsating pain that envelopes the better part of your now injured hand and force yourself to focus.

Opening your eyes and pushing yourself forward and toward the medicine cabinet, you go deathly still as your eyes catch a tall figure run out through the hallway and down toward your bedroom through the corner of your peripheral vision. Forcing your thoughts to stray away from the idea of it being something and anyone else other than your roommate and her company, you quickly reach for the tweezers and gauze, the exhaustion of the shift you had just worked beginning to hit you.

Once your injury was covered and the splinter was fully removed, you tiredly make your way down the now half-lit hallway, and absentmindedly toss your bedroom door open, not noticing it slowly inching to a close behind you. Grasping onto the hem of your shirt with your good hand, you lift your shirt over your head and throw it in the direction of your laundry basket. Turning around in confusion at the lack of sound your clothing usually makes as it hits the container, your eyes widen as they make contact with red irises staring right back at you.

Unable to see much due to the unknown figure making the door close on its own, fear begins to fill you before you try to make a run for it. your socked feet slide against the carpet as you try to reach out for the door handle, but to no avail. Strong hands grasp your forearms from behind and twist you around, causing your breath to catch in your chest as your back collides with the bedroom door with a muted thud.

"Most people don't run from me once I'm summoned," A voice rasps out against the shell of your ear, sounding amused. "Especially one's that smell so willing and open for me."

Biting back the offense you feel at the comment, you raise your knee and catch the unknown figure on the hip, and quickly lower yourself out of his grasp as he hunches over in shock.

Smacking your hand on the wall to make noise for your roommate to hear and to turn on a close light, you sigh in temporary relief as you're finally able to make contact with the nearest switch. A groan of pain catches your attention and your eyes snap back over to the seemingly human looking young man leaning against your door.

"What the hell are you doing here, and who the hell are you?" You grit out, heart hammering in your chest as he begins to stand back up straight. Holding onto his side, he sends a heated glare your way.

"Oh, come on. There's no need to act so coy," James grunts out, annoyance seeping in his tone as the look of fear and confusion continues to paint itself on your face. "I summon thee, on the night of Halloween, to feast upon me in the hopes of everlasting-"

"Listen, I didn't summon you. I just got back home, and.." You trail off, before the pit in your stomach grows as realization dawns on you.

"Three candles, the spell book, the incantation, and a droplet of blood. I came as soon as I scented you."

Raising your gauzed hand, you began to shake your head in disbelief. "All I did was burn my hand and open skin with a splinter, my roommate and her friend did everything else. I never summoned you; you shouldn't be here."

James forces himself to remain calm as he takes in your fearful scent, his hunger rising as his sensitive eyes rake over your bare skin.

"Summoned me or not, I still found you. I can smell your desire for change. I can smell you want to be nurtured, to be taken care of. I can smell your frustration, your hunger. It matches mine." Allowing his eyes to shift into their natural form, James hides a sharp-toothed grin as his elongated tongue runs against the back of his front teeth, his nose flaring at the spike in your scent.

"So how about we help each other out? You allow me to feed, and I'll make sure your roommate and her friend learn their lesson."

Swallowing thickly as you watch the ridges of muscle in his arms contract as he crosses them, you murmur out, "How do you feed?" Eyes glinting a murderous red and canines peeking out from behind plush, red lips, he grins out, "I thought you'd never ask."

"Well, I could start by kissing down your neck, and slowly make my way down to your breasts. I could suck my way down to your navel and wrap my tongue around your swollen, little clit. I could hold your arms above your head and tease you until you cry. I could spank your ass red and overstimulate you until the only words you can say is my name and please. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you, darling. I'm of your use." You let out an involuntary whimper at his words and watch as he licks his lips at the sound.

Your eyes dance across his features as he stalks toward you. Large, red eyes bleed into black and a sharp tongue peeks out as you flush red at the feeling of the heat that trickles down into your gut. No matter his status or his species, he was beautiful. Blonde hair cascades down his neck and rests on his shoulders, and heavy rings adorn his long fingers. You suddenly crave the feeling of his strong hands wrapped around your throat, the same hands that pushed you against the door earlier to push you into the mattress behind you instead.

James lets out a soft, condescending sound as he takes in your now disheveled and desperate state, his right hand flitting over the mark he made earlier while gripping you. "I need your consent before I do anything with you, doll." He gravels out, the heady taste of your slick and pheromones thickening the air around him, causing him to almost pant.

Shivering as the cold of his rings starkly contrasts against his almost burning skin temperature, you for once listen to your own wants instead of thinking rationally. Looking into his dilated eyes, you nod out and plead,

"Use me. Feed from me."

⛧

Tremors run down your legs as his tongue bares your folds open, his burning hot hands forcing you to stay still as he eats you from the inside out. Bruises and bites shine out against your skin in licked over welts, slowly turning from red to purple as he brings you closer toward your first orgasm.

Trailing your hand down the sheets to find purchase in his hair, James jolts up against your clit as your fingertips graze against his half-hidden horns.

A gasp gets caught in your throat as he raises his head and looks up at you, thoroughly dazed and with his chin damp from your cunt.

"Please, touch them again." He pleads out, the strong demeanor he had earlier long gone, now drunk off the taste of your arousal. Your cry rings out across the room and echoes eerily as he goes back down on you without waiting for an answer.

Nails gently grazing against the hard bone protruding from his head, he groans heartily into your sex, which brings you over the edge. Thighs temporarily overpowering him as you stimulate his sensitive spot, they clench around his pillowy hair as his vibrations cause your back to arch and lift from the bed. Moans spill from your lips as your hips twitch from the overstimulation, his tongue teasingly dancing over your swollen sex while you plead for him to stop.

Pushing himself back onto his knees, James sends you a playful grin as he dips his sopping fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time.

You feel your pussy pulsate at the visual and your cheeks begin to redden as his line of vision trails down to your bare sex once again, his dick jumping in the confines of his jeans painfully.

"How far do you want to go, baby?" He asks you, his hand coming down to run down your bruised and shaking thigh.

Exhaustion weighs down on you heavily, but you knew that he wasn't fully satiated just yet, his hips subconsciously pressing themselves onto your calf for relief. Deciding you want to be good for him, you carefully raise a knee to lightly brush it against his straining bulge.

Closing his eyes at the contact, James lets out a hearty moan as he feels a pearl of precum stain the fabric of his boxers and seep through his jeans. You watch as he lets himself go and wraps both hands around your leg, before pistoling his hips forward and roughly dragging himself against your skin. You gently pause his hips with a palm against his clothed stomach, causing him to look down at you while you unbuckle his belt with your good hand.

"You said earlier that you're hungry, just like me," You started, before lowering your knee and spreading your legs open wider. "What if I want to feed from you too?" Looking up at him with doe eyes, you murmur out,

"I want you inside of me."

James slowly breathes out as his balls tighten and raise at your words, before pushing back and off of the bed. You watch as he removes his shirt and his pants, his entire body tight as if he were forcing himself not to orgasm at the sight of you all sprawled out.

Kneeling back onto the bed between your thighs and placing a kiss on the middle of your stomach, James stretches out and reaches for your hand, before placing it above your head.

Lips pressing against yours for the first time of the evening, it was surprisingly soft and sweet, in contrast of the way he flipped you over and ate you out earlier. Opening your mouth and allowing his elongated tongue to wrap around yours, he grins against you as he feels your feet press into the muscles of his bare ass.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got you." Reaching down to teasingly rub his cockhead against your entrance, he lets out a bellowing laugh at the whine you emit from not being filled already. Grazing a thumb across your hip in an apology, James shifts his hips forward and lets out a hiss as he slowly enters you.

Mouth gaping at the sensation of finally being filled, you raise your head and watch as his shaft disappears inside of you, his lower stomach glistening with your slick and his precum. Strings follow and connect to his stomach before he thrusts back into you entirely, the smack of each other's skin almost as loud as the groans you two let out at the same time.

"I can't go slow, I'm so sorry, baby. You feel too fucking good." James cries out, before he presses your legs up near his shoulders and grinds into you.

Reaching deeper inside of you than you thought was even possible, your jaw hangs open as you tighten around him, unable to speak as your brain begins to white out. Gently tugging your hand free from his, you instead bring it forward and grip onto one of his horns once again.

"Fuck, just let that. You're so good for me. Such a good little girl." He praises out absentmindedly, his thrusts forcing your body to slide up the sheets and nearly into the bedframe. Blinding hot pleasure numbs the bottom half of your body as his tip nudges against the lining of your cervix, and tears spring to your eyes as you begin to subspace from the overwhelming amount of stimulation.

Warmth floods into you and James' thrusts begin to slow down, and the last thing you remember before fully blacking out is a gentle kiss to your shoulder and arms wrapping around you.

"That'll be fine, it's alright." He says against the crown of your ear, before your eyes fully close.

"I'll take care of everything, baby."

⛧

Coldness seeps into the thin sheet wrapped around you and you curl into a ball, before quickly straightening your legs out as a sharp cramp fills your midsection. Wincing from the light invading your once dark room, you push your hair out of the way as you look down at the unfamiliar shirt that covered you down to the end of your thighs.

Running your hand over the fabric, you begin to smile as you remember the night before. Lifting the sheet off of your legs, you let out a gasp as your widened eyes take in the multitude of bruises and hickeys that are embedded in your skin.

Cheeks burning up in mortification, your eyes quickly glance around your room for the pants you wore the night prior, before pausing on a crumpled-up piece of paper that laid out haphazardly on the bottom of your unmade bed.

Grimacing from the strain it took to reach it, a small smile grows on your swollen lips as you unfold the paper and read the message written under the spell that started it all.

'Good morning, baby. I had to leave before you woke up because I got summoned again. Turns out after a good lay, even a demon can oversleep. I left a surprise for your roommate, so make sure you don't head to the kitchen before she does. Say this incantation if you want to see me again. I hope I get to taste hear from you soon. Love, James.'

A wide grin stays on your face as your head hits the pillows beneath you and you rest the paper against your chest.

Pausing as footsteps echo and go down into the kitchen, your shoulders shake with silent laughter as your roommates' screams fill the entirety of the home.

"What the fuck!"

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