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kirk-says-wah · 5 months ago
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14 (watching) and 17 (mutual) with james and dave please?
Thank you for the request! 💕
Send me a pairing and a number and I’ll write a little something
14 - Porn (watching it or making it)
17 - Masturbation (mutual or otherwise)
“Do you wanna watch something with me?”
Dave looks up from the magazine in his lap, disinterested. They’re sat in some hotel room, trying to pass the time before the gig. Usually James shares with Lars so this is a bit of a rare occurrence.
“Like what?” Dave asks, flipping over a page.
James shifts next to him.
“Like porn.”
Dave’s head snaps up, magazine forgotten in his lap. He doesn’t even want to acknowledge that he sees James as someone he wants to ride his dick, so the whole idea of James wanting to do something sexual with him makes him a bit uncomfortable.
“What?” he finally splutters.
“It’s no big deal,” James shrugs. “Me and Lars do it all the time.”
Of course they do. Dave can’t help the jealous rage that swamps him, and he tosses his magazine to the side, bitterness seeping through him.
“Sure. Why not.”
It’s probably not a good idea, not when Dave has the fattest crush on the entire fucking planet, but he can’t help but want to have the same thing James and Lars have, if not more.
James flashes a wide grin before flicking through the channels until he finds the right one. The image flashes in front of them of a woman riding some guy’s dick, and Dave can’t help it when he stiffens in his pants.
James sighs happily next to him, and it only takes a few moments of listening to the onscreen moans before he’s fishing his cock out, right in front of Dave.
Now, Dave’s seen James’ cock before, they share dressing rooms all the time, but he’s never seen it hard before, and he can’t help but salivate at the sight. It’s thick and long, slightly bigger than Dave’s own, and he watches as James spits on his hand before starting to stroke himself lazily.
James looks up at him then, quirks an eyebrow.
“What?”
Dave would usually reply with a snarky comment, but his brain is buffering in overdrive and he can’t seem to do more than duck his head as embarrassment blazes his cheeks.
Dave doesn’t answer, and decides to just pull his own cock out, wonders just how often James and Lars do this. It causes anger to rise in him and his cock hardens even more.
He’s not even really paying attention to the porn anymore, the woman’s high pitched moans only a background noise as he watches James, the way he pulls at his cock, the way his chest heaves, the way his head is tilted back slightly so that his lips are barely open.
Dave fists his cock quicker, all embarrassment and shame flying out the window, especially when James lets out a soft moan.
It’s that sound that finally spurs Dave on, finally plucking up the courage to venture further, and he speaks, gaining James’ attention.
“Do you like it? Doing this with someone else?”
James doesn’t look at him, just closes his eyes, bucking up into his own hand.
“Yeah, of course you do,” Dave breathes, quickening his hand. “You want everyone to see how pretty you are when you come.”
He’s treading on dangerous ground, but James lets out a high pitched whine, obviously aroused by Dave’s words, and Dave carries on.
“I wonder how much you and Lars get up to without me.”
James opens his eyes, looks back to the tv, eyes blown wide, hand skimming over the head of his cock.
“But tell me,” Dave says. “Does Lars ever do this?”
He reaches over with his unoccupied hand, bats James’ hand out of the way and starts working James’ cock. James’s eyes fly to him, wide open and shocked, though he must like it for his body shudders, bucking into Dave’s hand.
“You like that?” Dave teases, rubbing James’ cock as quick as his own. James keens, head throwing back, exposing his neck. Dave can’t help but lean forwards, starts to kiss James’ neck, sucking gently under his jaw.
James groans, sinking into Dave’s touch, his hands scrambling to hold onto something, finally finding purchase in red hair, pulling at the root.
Dave keeps fisting at their cocks until James lets out a breathy noise and says “kiss me.”
It surprises Dave, but he doesn’t object, just moves upwards to capture James’ lips against his own, relishing in the softness in them, until eventually James lets out a low moan against his lips and comes, spilling over his jeans and up his tshirt. Dave keeps his hand on his cock until James pushes it away, moaning weakly.
Dave follows not long after, still kissing James, though it’s more rough now, their teeth mashing against their lips, and he comes, hips thrusting upwards, muffling his moan into James’ open mouth.
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haywire-hetfield · 4 months ago
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soft hetstaine plz? 🙏🏻
Sure thing!
The Life Of The (After) Party
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Warnings: Drunkenness, cuddling, realization of feelings (kinda)
The bedroom was too warm as Dave laid on top of the blankets, curled into himself a bit. Outside of the thin walls, the party still raged on, but the enjoyment of it had worn off a while ago. He needed to rest for a bit now. He tried to count the minutes before James came looking for him, but his perception of time was screwed up. Dave thought he could have laid there for five minutes or five hours before he finally heard the bedroom door creak open.
James didn’t say anything as he shut the door and made his way to the bed, shoes being kicked off loudly. He slipped into bed behind Dave and immediately plastered himself to the man’s back, invading his personal space. His movements were too uncoordinated, hitting Dave’s back too roughly, but Dave ignored it. James always got out of hand when he was drunk, though he never intended to. Part of Dave even found it adorable, but he kept that thought to himself and couldn’t imagine actually calling James cute.
Dave rolled his eyes when he felt a kiss being pressed to his throat. It was a bit too rough and didn’t actually touch skin, blocked by his hair, but the gesture was sweet. Juvenile. It made him remember how young they actually were, time slowing down and reminding him neither were as old as they felt sometimes. The feeling was pleasant and made him relax into the moment, laughing when James’ hand moved hair away from his throat. 
James had big hands, warm and clumsy on the best of days, but he was even more uncoordinated now. His fingers brushed over Dave’s hair multiple times as he tried to get to the skin beneath it. It was easy to enjoy the feeling and James eventually laughed. Too loud, too deep, too James . Dave thought maybe something being too James wasn’t a bad thing, though. 
“You have too much hair,” James told him, sighing once he finally cleared all the soft curls away from Dave’s skin. Lips were pressed to the skin as soon as it was revealed to him, lips warm and chapped when they left kisses all along the span of Dave’s neck. “You’re soft,” He mumbled against him, the hand that had been on Dave’s hair moving to settle over Dave’s hip. Fingers rubbed uneven circles over Dave’s clothed skin and he settled back against James’ chest more, his own hand reaching up to press long fingers into James’ hair.
“You’re one to fucking talk,” Dave retorted, not sure if he meant James had too much hair or that he was equally soft, but both worked. James had always been like an overgrown puppy, fluffy and soft to the touch, excitable about everything he came across. Dave barely bit back a laugh at the thought, fingers scratching at the other man’s scalp gently. “Thought you were enjoying the party,” Dave murmured, the question behind the statement obvious. 
“It wasn’t as fun without you,” James said and Dave grinned like a maniac at those words. It had been the answer he hoped for, that James had wanted him. The alcohol had loosened James up enough to say it and himself enough to be able to accept that as truth. “I missed you so much,” His face nuzzled into the side of Dave’s throat, the slight stubble on his face scratching Dave’s skin. 
Perhaps this was the part of it that Dave loved the most. He would slip away from the party just to have James chasing after him. The alcohol in his system allowed him to be introspective enough to realize that what he really enjoyed was the fact it made him feel wanted. James wanted him enough to chase. He noticed his absence from the party and sought to amend the space between them, and that was what Dave needed. 
“Of course, it wasn’t as fun without me. I’m the life of the party,” Dave shot back to him, closing his eyes. His words betrayed his feelings, tone dripping with confidence meanwhile, he hadn’t been sure James would come find him at all. It was shockingly easy to let James cuddle him, falling into the other man’s hold. It wasn’t easy for Dave to be vulnerable, but here in this room, it was just James and himself. When they were alone like this, it was frighteningly simple for Dave to let his walls down.
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mustainegf · 2 months ago
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ELENA HEAR ME OUT I GOT A GENIUS (?) IDEA
Imagine James cheating on reader and she’s devastated and he regrets it too cause he was drunk. But one day she bumps into Dave and he comforts her cause he DEFINITELY knows how it feels to be betrayed. And soon this develops into marriage? And imagine Metallica and Megadeth are on the same festival together a few years later and Dave just have to shove it into James’s face that she’s his wife know and they have a kid together? Like it’s his ultimate revenge? Can be we have a line “I don’t know how dumb you have to be to cheat on her, no way she kept you unsatisfied”.
I KNOW ITS WEIRD IM SORRY
AAHHHH I LOVE A GOOD REVENGE STORY this is such a dave/james trope
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What I am going to say now is that I had always known that James Hetfield had his own demons. Well, hell, I had mine too.
When the whiskey slurred his words and the nights ended in shattered bottles tears rather than I love yous. I thought I was strong enough to manage things or probably even mend it, but I turned out wrong.
I stood across our living room, staring at him, when I came to know about the other woman.
James slumped his shoulders, his blue eyes swam with guilt, yet there was something more in them, a look that told me he was somewhere else already, with somebody else.
"How could you?" My words were a whisper, choked in my esophagus.
"I was drunk, baby," he muttered thickly. "It didn't mean anything. I was out of my head… I swear it."
"Out of your head?" I parroted. This disbelief cut like a sword. "So what? That’s the best you have to offer as an excuse? You destroyed everything we had because you couldn’t control yourself for one night?"
He stepped toward me, reaching out to perhaps touch me, comfort me, but I flinched back. His touch was a branding iron, burning with his betrayal.
"I love you," he said, his voice finally breaking. "I never meant to hurt you. It was a mistake, one I'll regret for the rest of my life. Please..."
The damage was done. The trust split in two. The man whom I had loved was now a stranger to me, a ghost. I shook my head, feeling the tears finally soak over my face.
"I need a break, James. I need space," I admitted, my voice shaking. "I just can't be around you right now. I don't know if ever I'll be able to again."
His face crumpled, a look of sheer devastation slapping him in the face. "Baby, don't go. Don't leave."
But I was already walking away, grabbing my jacket, and reaching for the door. I needed to breathe.
Stepping into the rain, the droplets cold against my skin as they mixed with my tears, the sky was crying alongside me.
I don't know how long I wandered, the rain soaking through my clothes. There was no place to go. I just didn't know what to do further. Clearly, all that was clear was the impossibility of going back to James. Then, fate had decided to intervene.
I ran into him… Dave Mustaine.
It had been years since I last saw him, but the fire in his eye was clear. In so many ways, he looked the same, yet different, like a man who the years had only sharpened at the edges, this man I used to know.
"Oh.. Hey," Dave's voice cut through to me, that unique and endearing voice of his. "You look like you've been through hell."
I managed a small bitter laugh. "Something like that."
Dave took in my drenched and trembling form. "What happened?"
"James," I whispered, the name tasting like poison on my twisted tongue. "He… cheated."
Dave's face almost reconfigured: His jaw was clenched in anger. Of all people, he knew how it felt to be betrayed by James, to be messed over by one you called brother. And I could see that look flash in him.
"That son of a…" he muttered, shaking his head. "I always knew he had it in him, but I didn't think he'd really do it. I’m sorry..."
I looked down nervously. "I don't know what to do, Dave. I don't know where to go."
"Come with me," he offered without a second of hesitation. "Stay at my place for a while. You don't need to be alone right now, and not with him either..."
There wasn't anyone else I could turn to, and the idea of being alone was terrifying. I nodded, and he steered me toward his car, using his jacket to shield me from the rain.
The 6 years went by, and life with Dave became my new normal, full of love, and a stability I never thought I would ever have. We did eventually get married in a very small, private ceremony with just ourselves and some very few very close friends. It wasn't about all the fuss but about the love.
Then our son came along, a little ball of fire with his daddy's red hair and my sweetness.
We named him David Jr., though to all of us he's just DJ. Most people just think it’s his name, From DJ’s first day on the planet, Dave was smitten, and watching him hold our son made me fall in love again.
Today we’re together, huge rock festival that included both Metallica and Megadeth, among many other bands. This was the first time that the two bands had shared a stage in… well ever, and I knew what that meant to Dave. It wasn't just a performance—it was the sweetest revenge.
As the festival approached, I saw the old sparkle in Dave's eyes again, that exact fire which had warmed me years ago.
The day of the festival, we went backstage with DJ in hand. He was excited to see his dad perform, all bouncy, bouncy with the kind of energy only a 4 year-old could contain. Dave was focused, his mind obviously on what was to come, despite the chubby little hand tugging at his pointer finger.
Within seconds, in front of us, was James.
He had been standing by the catering table, talking to one of the crew members, but when he saw us, he stopped, his eyes finding mine first, then shifting to Dave's. No one said anything for a second or two.
Dave was the first to talk, his smirk curling onto his lips as he went up and down on James. "Well, if it isn't the great James Hetfield," he said, his tone with sarcasm. "Long time no see."
James met my gaze for a moment, and I thought I saw a flash of regret in his eyes, but before he could say anything, Dave moved to stand in front of me. “This is my wife, I believe you two have met,” Dave grinned.
“I- uh, congratulations…” James mumbles, offering an extremely forced smile. "I don't know how dumb you have to be to cheat on this gorgeous woman," Dave chuckled bitterly. "No way she kept you unsatisfied."
James sucked in a breath through his teeth, his face whitening. He opened his mouth to reply, but DJ chose that moment to run up, grabbing onto Dave's leg. "Daddy, are you gonna play soon?" DJ asked, staring up at his father with wide, blue eyes.
James's gaze fell to DJ, and I watched as understanding hit him with the subtlety of a freight train. This was my son, Dave's son.
Dave's smirk grew wide as he started to playfully rub his hand on the top of DJ's head. "Yeah, buddy, I'm gonna play real soon." Then his gaze drifted back to James once more, his eyes steely and hard. "I hope you enjoy the show, James. And thank you by the way, wouldn’t have my wife or son without ya." Dave grinned, looking more satisfied than ever before.
James didn't say a single word. He just stood there, dumbfounded, as we walked away.
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nausicaamusiclover20 · 1 month ago
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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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mirkhammett · 4 months ago
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pls send me thots especially for kirk.. baby’s taken over my life rn o.o
he’s so silly i need to play with his hair and give him pretty bows ^_^
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I NEED THEM SO BAD RAAAHHHHHH
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allmoshnobrain · 1 month ago
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Hello, lovelies! 
I decided to try taking part in kinktober for the first time this year. The stories will be all reader inserts and mostly less than 2k words unless I get in the mood to write longer ones. I’m not sure I’ll be able to post every day, but I did come up with a 31 prompt/pairing list that I fully intend to finish even if it takes a while!
Fandoms featured: Metallica/Megadeth, Venom (band), Call of Duty, Supernatural, Naruto 
You can also participate in the writing list with my FREE SPACE dynamic. There are some free spaces for specific pairings and you can shoot me asks with suggestions for kinks and plots featuring them. I will choose one for each character featured to write!
(I may still write non featured requests outside of kinktober, though. And if I get no asks for any of the characters I’ll just choose something to write about them on my own lol).
Free spaces available: Sam Winchester (SPN), Jason Newsted (Metallica), Cap. John Price (COD), Kakashi Hatake (Naruto), Cronos (Venom) 
I will keep posting my other stories and requests like Valley of Roses if I write them, even with kinktober going on!
You can check the full list with characters and prompts for the month below:
Week 01: 10/01 to 10/05
10/01: Caught in the Act + Voyeurism | Jason Newsted x Reader x James Hetfield
10/02: Gun Play | Dean Winchester x Reader
10/03: Biting + Hickeys | Dave Mustaine x Reader
10/04: Sex Toys + Public | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader
10/05: Blindfold + Group Sex | 90’s Metallica x Reader
Week 02: 10/06 to 10/12
10/06: FREE SPACE | Cronos (Venom) x Reader
10/07: Edging | Kirk Hammett x Reader
10/08: Mirror Sex | Cronos (Venom) x Reader
10/09: Breeding Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader
10/10: Size Kink + Gentle Dom | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader
10/11: Dacryphilia + Spanking | James Hetfield x Reader
10/12: FREE SPACE | Jason Newsted x Reader
Week 03: 10/13 to 10/19
10/13: Cockwarming + Begging | Dave Mustaine x Reader
10/14: Degradation + Angry Sex | Dave Mustaine x Reader
10/15: Phone Sex | Lars Ulrich x Reader
10/16: Public Sex | Cap. Price x Reader
10/17: Choking | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader
10/18: FREE SPACE | Cap. Price x Reader
10/19: Praise Kink + Daddy Kink | James Hetfield x Reader
Week 04: 10/20 to 10/26
10/20: Aftercare | Cliff Burton x Reader
10/21: Masked Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader
10/22: Car Sex | Cliff Burton x Reader
10/23: Filming + Threesome | Lars Ulrich x Reader x Kirk Hammett
10/24: FREE SPACE | Kakashi Hatake x Reader
10/25: Bondage | Lars Ulrich x Reader
10/26: Thigh Riding + Handjob |  Dean Winchester x Reader
Week 05: 10/27 to 10/31
10/27: Virginity Loss | Sam Winchester x Reader
10/28: Friends with Benefits + Keeping quiet | Jason Newsted x Reader
10/29: Period Sex | Kirk Hammett x Reader
10/30: FREE SPACE | Sam Winchester x Reader
10/31: Halloween Special: Sex Pollen + Fuck or Die | Dean Winchester x Reader
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stevenssticks · 1 year ago
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based on an ask i got about young bestfriend!james, kirk and dave with a virgin reader but i LOST THE ASK. so here you go anon wherever you are i’m so sorry i lost ur ask i hope you enjoy
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let’s just pretend kirk dave and james are all besties for this okay?
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you, kirk, james, and dave had been lifelong best friends. you watched them as they grew up, as they watched you. from when james had that awful acne that he couldn’t get to go away, and when dave got drunk for the first time and you had to drag him away with his knuckles bloody at 16. when kirk got his first girlfriend, and you had a mini celebration with him in your room when he finally broke up with her.
now, in your early adulthood, your friday’s are spent together on the couch, taking your pick of movies to watch. it’s kirk’s choice tonight, and so of course the boy picked out a new horror movie he wanted to get into. so far, it hasn’t been so amusing. kirk has even fallen asleep, head on your lap, eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar as your eyes droop despite the screams coming from your shitty TV.
james’ head that was previously on your shoulder has lowered to be mashed into the side of your boob, slender legs half-thrown over the armrest of the couch. dave’s head is on top of yours on your right, hands resting where kirk’s legs are thrown over his lap. you’re all a little tipsy still from the beer you had (too much), and when you nudge dave’s head off your shoulder to look at him with half lidded eyes, dave suddenly gets the burst of confidence to lift a hand up to your cheek, and go in for a kiss.
you make a surprised “mmmph” noise into dave’s mouth before returning the kiss happily. these feelings you’ve had for all three of them have been bubbling up for years, and you would never be able to choose just one of them. maybe you don’t have to, you think, as you feel a second pair of lips on your neck. james has removed his head from where it was resting to lick and suck at your clavicle, and then your jaw. you pull away from dave to look down at him, bringing his lips to yours as dave takes james’ place at your jaw.
now a pair of hands are massaging your thighs, a third set of lips leaving kisses where your sleep shorts have ridden up. kirk. you eye him and see him grin up at you with those crooked teeth you find so pretty. you let out a sigh as two pairs of hands fondle your tits, reaching behind.m the fabric of your shirt to rub at your nipples.
“james.. dave.. oh fuck.” kirk feels left out, taking a bite of your thigh resulting in a startled yelp of his name that seems to satisfy him. this is the farthest you have ever gotten with anyone. the rest is unknown territory that you’re enthusiastic to explore. you wouldn’t trust anyone else to take you there but the three boys pressed against you right now.
kirk slides completely off the couch, asking a little “okay?” as he grips the waistbands of your panties and shorts in his hands.
“yes,” you reply, breathless from kisses, and kirk slides your undergarments off your legs and fans his warm breath over your soaked pussy. you open up for him more as james rips off your shirt to get a mouth on one of your nipples, while dave tweaks the other with two fingers.
“thought about this for so long, fuck…” dave whispers. you throb for him, grabbing his free hand and clenching down as kirk presses a kiss to your clit. the warmth and wetness of his tongue is addictive, you decide, as he licks a stripe up your center before pressing his tongue between your folds. james and dave start a back and forth exchange of praises.
“so pretty, look at you.”
“doing so well. bet kirk loves the taste of you..”
“can’t wait to get my mouth on you myself.”
your head is spinning with it. and dave asks “you wanna help us feel good?” in which you nod so hard that you feel like a fool for it. but you don’t think about it for too long as you hear two pairs of jeans unzip, and you look down to see dave’s cock right up close, and then james takes your hand to help guide you in jerking him off.
“give it some kisses for me, baby,” dave says all sly, grin on his face. you look up at him as you do just that, eyes boring into his and he has to look away so he doesn’t cum too quick. while james guides your hand, dave brings your head down over his cock for you to lick and suck at him. your moans from kirk still eating you out sending vibrations up his spine. “look so good with your mouth full like that. oh- shit…” you swirl your tongue around him in a way you would imagine feels good as kirk pulls away from you, breathless.
he comes up to slot his legs between yours (when did he get his pants off?!), the head of his cock pushing at your folds. dave has you pull off him momentarily, and james stops holding your hand in his.
“you want this?” kirk asks, all sweet, big doe eyes staring at you with so much love it hurts.
“only ever wanted it with you three,” you respond and they all smile and blush a little at that. dave leans down to kiss you deeply.
“breathe for us,” james says, and then kirk is pushing into you slowly. the stretch makes tears run down your cheeks. dave and kirk both praising you and telling you it’s going to feel so good soon. james is rubbing your clit in slow circles as kirk starts to move. for the first time that night, kirk’s lips interlock with yours. his thrusts get faster, less coordinated, and you know he’s gonna cum. he’s so overwhelmed by the feeling of you and he would be embarrassed if he wasn’t so caught up in the moment.
“auh- fuck… i’m cumming!” and then kirk is spilling inside you (thank god for birth control). he pulls out slowly, watching his cum leak out of you, before dave is pulling you to your hands and knees on the couch.
“open,” he says, and you do so immediately. letting him push his cock into your mouth as james comes to push his into your swollen pussy. you moan as they push you back and forth, kirk bringing a hand up to rub at your clit. you’re all so close. you can feel dave twitching in your mouth, james’ grip on your hips tightening. kirk rubs your clit faster.
“i can feel you squeezing me, you gonna cum? i’m so close, know dave is too. want you to come with us.” james is breathless, his words coming out strained. “that’s it baby. there you go. you can do it..” and then you’re cumming on james’ cock, moaning around dave. dave grips your hair in his hands to push you down as far as you let him, letting out a slew of punched out moans that have you roll your eyes back in your head as james spills into you with groans of his own.
you swallow the best you can around dave, some of his cum leaking out of the corners of your mouth and down your chin. after he pulls out he wipes your lips with his thumb, feeding the rest of his cum to you which you lick up. james pulls out of you, breathless and thoroughly fucked out. as soon as james lets go of your hips your legs give out, collapsing onto the couch, breathing heavy.
“you did so good for us,” kirk whispers to you. dave takes you in his arms to carry you off to your shared bathroom, starting a bath to get you cleaned up.
COUGH COUGH AGAIN IM SORRY FOR WHATEVER THE HELL HAPPENED BUT HERE. hope you enjoyed nonetheless<3
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ghostbustting · 3 months ago
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𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔?
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Flash Of Love (Series - Slow Updated/Paused)
Hold On
Don’t You Know You’re Mine?
Don’t Worry Baby
Wrong Answer
We Connect
Do It For You
Beauty
Kiss Kiss
Desperation
Heavenly
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Distraction
Lost In Your Eyes
Camera Roll
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Warm as Daylight
'Til I Kissed Ya
In the Dark
Unbearable Need
There’s A Kind of Hush
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Morning Treat
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One Time
Behind The Bunny
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Wait For You
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Cold-Blooded
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xanticore · 4 months ago
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𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑
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Genre: fluff
Note: this is my first metallica fic so pleaseee keep that in mind. I hope whoever reads this enjoys.
Setting: late 90s ~ early 2000s..ish
Summary: Kirk is on tour and he decides to stop by the local guitar store. He ends up staying longer than expected when he overhears a riff that sounded impressive. Assuming it was a guy, but was taken aback when it was a girl...a girl who doesn't seem to know who he is.
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It was the weekend and I was starting my weekend off, our next show being on Thursday and Friday of next week. This gave me time to myself to find local comic stores and guitar shops. I was honestly in my own little world as time passed by quickly; I didn't mind at all because I was going to do the whole process again on Sunday. I left the comic book store with a new manga and some new released volumes. All Junji Ito works, no surprise there.
The next stop of the day was the guitar shop. The air was cool and the store was just so fucking huge, It was heaven to me. The store had a variety of items. Vinlys, cassettes, cds, and even some band posters...but my main focus was the guitar wall. All different types of styles and colors, different collaborations of pop culture, anything you could think of-this store probably had it.
A guitar that has been newly stock was the black and red Les Paul. It looked so gothic and vampiric. Younger me was just screaming at me to get it...which It was my plan. I asked a worker to take it off the shelf so I could practice some riffs on it. Just as I imagine; it was a smooth and crisp sound. A sound I was looking feel and I probably would make this guitar debut when I head to Japan.
It was already 5 pm and James was just blowing up my phone. I forgot all about our band dinner. I sighed packing up my things and unhooked the guitar from the amp. On my way towards the front to ring up my guitar, I overheard a riff coming from a room that was being occupied. It looked like it was a guitar lesson in session.
I continued to listen and soon heard a solo. It was definitely in the metal genre. Whoever that dude was; shredding that guitar like it was the last thing on earth. It intimidated me how good it sounded. Almost making me jealous of how I didn't think to use this type of style in a song.
I heard them stop and minor shuffling going on in the room. I quickly walked away and acted like I was looking at the vinyls. I glanced over at the door and saw a tall beautiful girl. She nearly took my breath away. The way she played really matched her style of clothing. She was a goth but it was familiar style I've seen in Japan. Her hair was dyed a dark red and her make up was flawless.
I needed to compliment her and asked her about that solo of hers. I was stupidly stuck in my place but managed to get to her with a sudden boost of confidence. "H-Hey, nice guitar. I heard you playing in that room. You sounded amazing." I complimented her with a smile in admiration.
She smiled back and looked somewhat excited. Did she recognize me? Did she not expect a guitarist from the most known metal band of all time-
"Thank you so much! Are you also a fan of Malice Mizer? I was playing one of their songs."
"Malice Mizer? never heard of them.."
The girl frowned but soon lit up when she started to explain the band to me. "It's a rock band from Japan. Visual Kei style of music over there. I'm really into bands like X Japan and Dir En Grey."
I've never heard any X Japan songs but I definitely seen posters of them in Shibuya. I know they are well loved and idolized in the era of rock music over there.
"There's actually a Malice Mizer cassette next to you of their new album. You should buy it and give them a listen? They won't disappoint." She giggled. I eyed her movements when she moved closer to me, only to pick up the packaged cassette tape. The cover had a silver cross and the band's name in black in the middle. But enough about them, her little giggle was just so cute. If only I could hear that from her more often.
"I'm Kirk."
"(name)"
A beautiful name as well. I didn't want to add anymore details of my name because I knew it wouldn't matter and honestly...i'm really enjoying that. It felt more natural to speak with a non fan. Nothing was forced and she genuinely seemed to enjoy just talking about her favorite music; unlike some girls i'd meet at clubs.
"Well Kirk, I hope to see you around?"
I didn't say a word but I just nodded. I tried to stay positive but it was a pain I wasn't gonna see her again. I bought my guitar and cassette watching the cashier put it in a case. I left the store happy and somewhat sad, but, seeing that girl smile just brighten up my mood...
I hope to see her again.
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a/n: so what we thinking?? yay or nay?
gif from: @ba11ltongue
dividers: cr to owners
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generalsolae · 1 year ago
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Must be quiet
(METALLICAERA!Dave Mustaine X Reader)
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Just imagine: you are James’ sister and you promised him to not touch any of the member of his band.
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Warnings!: smut, use of alcohol and weed, NON!sober sex, no grammar rechecking because I’m lazy
It was just one of the usual night where your brother James and his friends came over at your place to practice but just end up in them drinking and passing out on the floor. Usually you preferred to smoke over drinking, but that night you just gave in and drank a little more.
It was 2 a.m., James, Lars and Cliff were laying down on the ground, peacefully sleeping while you and Dave were the only ones awake. You decided to go in your room to smoke a joint, so you two would be able to talk without waking up the others, even tho you knew they wouldn’t woke up anyway, you really just wanted some intimacy. You promised your brother to not touch any of his band members, but a couple of months ago you and Dave had some drunk sex and from then on you started to secretly date. You planned to confess that to James, but you thought it was still too soon.
You took a deep drag, feeling the marijuana immediately hit your already alcohol-distorted mind. You never smoke and drank at the same time, and that was the reason why “Jeez, you wanna smoke it? I think it’s better for me to stop.” You snorted, handing him the joint.
Dave chuckled and took one last drag before putting it in the ashtray, clearly tipsy himself. He stared at me for a few seconds before speaking“You’ve been a bitch these days.”.
“What? No that’s not true, what are you talking about?” You asked even tho you knew exactly what he meant.
Dave laughed and landed closer, the smell of alcohol and weed surrounding him strongly “oh yeah, always acting mean and cold when I was around, rushing out of the room as soon as I entered it…” he was getting closer every second it passed, but you were too embarrassed to notice.
“Yeah- I mean no, no it’s not true! It’s because of James- I mean I think his suspecting something… jeez I drank too much I think I’m drunk..” i sight until I felt Dave’s hand on my thighs, making me quickly look at him again
“Well I am too” he said nonchalantly, caressing my thigh teasingly, climbing with his hand and getting closer to your panties.
“Dave what are you doing?! James is out there!” You whispered pointing at the closed door. Dave just laugh it off and said: “we’ll be quite.” And then he just smashed his lips over yours once again.
You didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol or just because of the feelings you kept hidden deep down all the time because of James, but when you returned the kiss it felt amazing. It was the best kiss you and Dave ever had, his lips moving at perfect synchro with yours, like they were meant to each other. Or maybe it was just the weed.
But still… It made you forgot about the promised you made to your brother to not sleep or flirt with any of his band members.
You quickly pulled off your shirt, leaning back again in a sloppy kiss. The weed amplified your desire and love so much, it was beautiful and painful at the same time, you felt like you weren’t on earth anymore, you were somewhere else.
He started to play with your breasts as he kissed you neck, leaving little marks on it. Soft moans sighs of pleasure escaped your mouth, so you quickly cover it as Dave started to kiss and bit your left nipple.
One hand was working on the other nipple as the other hand got lower, and lower until he reached your miniskirt, which he was quick to pull off.
“Dave…” you whispered looking down at him. When he look up at you, you just lost it. He had this look of love and desire in his eyes even tho he was clearly high as much as you. His red and happy eyes were the most beautiful thing you ever saw in your entire life. In that exact moment, when he raised his face from between your legs to look at you, looking into his eyes you realized you were in love with him.
Dave smiled at you and kissed you on the lips sweetly “just let me make you feel good baby, trust me.” He looked at you in the eyes to get a consent from you. When you nodded, biting your lower lip, he got back at kissing your chest as his hand started to rub small circles on your clothed clit, making you whimper.
He slid two fingers between your fold, feeling how wet you were “so wet for me.” He teased.
“Dave please…” You begged, needing his touch.
He kissed you to make you shut up as he pushed two fingers into your throbbing pussy, making you whine in pleasure.
He quickly started to finger fuck you as he felt your wall clenching every time he sped up.
“Fuck Dave… oh Dave please… I need you” You whispered, trying to not be so loud. You didn’t want to wake up the guys, especially James.
Dave pushed his fingers inside you for another couple of minutes before pulling them out and bringing them on your lips “suck them” He demanded, and you immediately did that as he watched you the eyes as you did so, feeling his cock hardening even more.
He then positioned himself at your entrance and you let out a surprised moan as he entered you balls deep without warning. “Fuck!” You whined, pushing your head on the pillow and rolling your eyes back.
“Good girl- shit your already clenching.. you’re so tight- fuck” He moaned softly as he started moving at a quick peace, making you bit your lips and cover your mouth to not be loud.
A tears of pleasure dropped your eyes as you closed them. Dave leaned closer, and kiss it away before biting your earlobe “look at me, baby” He whispered into your eyes as he slowed his thrusts.
He quickly covered your mouth with his hand “shh, we don’t want to wake up the others, right baby?” You nodded “good, you think you’ll be able to be quiet for me, sweetheart?” You felt your walls tightening as he said so, this man really turned you on by only speaking to you. You nodded again.
“I love you so much” he whispered, leaving sweet and caring kisses on your neck before pushing his head back to look at you in the eyes.
You uncovered your mouth, surprised by his words and then kissed him “I love you to baby”
After a couple more minutes, his thrusts became inconstant and messy, your walls started to clenching more as you hit your orgasm.
“Just like that baby, so good for me” He praised you as he came too into you, filling you up with his seed before collapsing on top of you.
“Thank you Dave” you whispered into his ear before kissing his cheek as he pulled out.
He smiled and rested his head on your chest, leaving a sweet kiss on it “I love you.”
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kirk-says-wah · 2 months ago
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merhaba bir isteğim olucaktı. Yabancıyım ve inglizcem iyi değil kusura bakma. Ama çeviriden tercüme edersen çok sevinirim. Harika yazıyorsun ve sorun olmazsa açıkça belirtmek istiyorum. Başta dave üstteyken james’in gururu yüzünden dave altta olsun. Konu yok. Herhangi birşey olabilir sana hayranım umarım yapabilirsin. yapmazsanda sorun değil. Teşekkürler
Google translate: Hello, I have a request. I'm a foreigner and my English is not good, sorry. But I would be very happy if you could translate it. You write wonderfully and I just want to make it clear if you don't mind. At first, Dave was on top, but because of James' pride, Dave was on the bottom. There is no topic. It can be anything, I admire you, I hope you can do it. It's okay if you don't. Thanks
𝐊𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭
Pairing: Dave/James
- smut
Note: I hope this is okay! 💕
It’s not that Dave’s unhappy with what happens in the bedroom. It’s not that. He just feels like there’s a little bit of tension every time he and James end up in bed together.
James isn’t usually the bottom, which is fine, Dave doesn’t mind, if it wasn’t for the fact that James is lying to himself.
Everytime Dave tries to ask him to try bottoming again, James completely shuts down with excuses of ‘I’m not a fucking girl’, which Dave would feel offended by if he didn’t know James was deflecting.
See, the first time they ever slept together, they were both really drunk, and Dave had fucked James within an inch of his life, and James had fucking loved it.
James has just got a stubborn pride, and he may now be the top in their relationship, but he submits to Dave. When they’re fucking, James will do just about anything Dave will ask.
Like now, when Dave is bouncing in James’ lap, James’ dick sliding in and out of his hole. He grabs a fistful of James’ hair and James whines, eyes rolling back as Dave keeps riding him hard.
“You love this, don’t you?” he hisses, pulling on James’ hair harder. “You’re a fucking slut.”
James moans, hips canting upwards, fucking up into Dave. He’s not really coherent now, just letting the pleasure and comfort of Dave’s body overtake him.
Dave smirks, watching James grip the sheets, panting harshly. Dave sinks back down on James’ cock before stilling, grabbing James’ chin roughly.
He rolls his hips and James whines, hands flying to Dave’s hips, but Dave just bats them away.
“D’you know what I think?” Dave murmurs, licking along the shelf of James’ jaw. “I think you want me to fuck you.”
A strangled sound emanates from James’ throat, and Dave hears that as his cue to continue.
He bites along the column of James’ throat, loving the way James’ legs kick out underneath him. Dave moves his hips again, biting back his own moan when James’ cock presses against his prostate.
“Next time,” he murmurs, sliding back up to look James in the eye, hands curling around his throat. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t even remember your own name.”
“Dave,” James pants, cheeks red and eyes wet.
“Yeah,” Dave smirks, presses down a little harder across James’ throat. “Say my name.”
“Hhhhhhgh,” James moans, and Dave lets up the pressure on his neck.
“Dave, please.”
“Yeah I know you want it,” Dave says, lifting his hips again before sinking back down slowly, just teasing. “Want me to fuck your tight hole with my cock.”
James scrunches his eyes shut, and Dave feels James’ cock twitch deep inside him. Yeah, James definitely wants it.
Dave laughs, moving his hips faster now, and James’ back arches, hands scrambling up to scratch at Dave’s back. Dave allows it, and instead puts his hands back on James’ throat.
“You just can’t enough can you?” Dave smirks, moving faster. James keens, hips bucking, his neck and chest rosy.
“Say it,” Dave urges, slapping at James’ thigh as he chases his orgasms. “Say it.”
James moans but doesn’t answer and that just won’t do. Dave squeezes around James’ cock.
“Fucking say it,” he commands, hands tightening back over James’ throat.
“I want you to fuck me,” James wails, back arching, his voice slurring slightly with pleasure.
Dave grins with satisfaction, though it takes him by surprise when James abruptly comes, head thrown back on a whine.
Dave fucks James through it before letting James’ cock slip from his hole and shuffling upwards to sit over James’ chest, hand working his own dick.
“You’re mine,” Dave growls, watching as James blinks up at him through sticky lashes.
With one last tug, he comes, splattering over James’ face, marking him up.
Yeah, Dave is so gonna have his way with him.
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haywire-hetfield · 6 months ago
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Chapter one of Aphrodite
Ship: James Hetfield x Dave Mustaine
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rough sex, hate sex, top James, bottom Dave, fighting
Words: 500
James didn’t want to lie to himself and pretend that he had ever had particularly gentle sex with Dave. That had never been what either of them wanted and most of the time, they were too fucked up to be soft with one another when they slept together anyway. He wasn’t new to sex being a painful experience, one that left marks over his skin and didn’t carry any tenderness in the actual moment. This was on an entirely new level, though. 
Dave was sprawled out underneath him, nearly wailing like a cat in heat. His hair fanned out around his head, reminding James of a fiery halo. He was nowhere close to an angel, James reminded himself. He had a tendency to sugarcoat the past, especially when it came to Dave, so he was careful to not romanticize Dave too much now. His nails digging into James’ back helped him with that as did the burning in his cheek. 
They had fought for what felt like hours just before this. It had all culminated in Dave getting too close in his personal space and being shoved back out of it. Admittedly, James knew he shouldn’t have put his hands on Dave. As Dave punched him square in the jaw, he had less regret for his actions. He knew it would leave a mark, but nothing had been damaged in a way that would last. 
He wasn’t sure how they had gotten from that point to this one, but James supposed it didn’t matter too much. His jaw stung and he felt himself growing angry about the situation all over again, wishing he had retaliated back then, but he hadn’t. His hips slowed down and Dave opened his eyes, anger filling his face more than anything else and it irritated James. 
“Why the fuck are you stopping?” Dave asked, having the nerve to sound indignant. James knew he would regret fucking Dave later, he would hate himself for it. For now, he pulled out enough to move Dave, but he had no intention of actually stopping. 
“Flip over,” He demanded and Dave huffed, although he did get into the new position. James pushed back inside and grabbed at his ass roughly, fingers digging into the skin painfully. Dave let out a quiet noise beneath him, but didn’t fight against him.  James began thrusting again, much harder this time around. It was like every ounce of frustration and anger bubbled over all at once, and focused solely on Dave. 
“James,” Dave cried out, voice teetering between the pleasure and pain of it. James knew that if he didn’t want this, he would shove James off. Until he did, he wouldn’t hold back letting out his frustration. One hand came into contact hard with his cheek, the sound reverberating and the feeling earning a near sob. Dave’s skin turned red from where James had hit him and a twisted part of James wanted to see that same irritation all over his body.
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mustainegf · 3 months ago
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𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬!
I’m excited to announce my first ever fanfiction contest! As a huge thank you to my amazing followers and fellow writers, I want to do what I can to promote smaller writers while having fun in the process. Here’s everything you need to know to participate!
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𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄:
“ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐟𝐭��𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. „
Get creative and let your imagination run wild! Whether it’s fluff, smut, or a mix of both, I can’t wait to see what you come up with!
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𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒:
1. 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: Entries must be at least 500 words.
2. 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐆: Your fic must be posted under the hashtag [ #mustainegfcontest1 ]. If it’s not under this hashtag, it will not be considered.
3. 𝐎𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊: All entries must be your own original work.
4. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: Please include any necessary content warnings at the beginning of your fic.
5. 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄: Entries must be posted by August 10th 2024.
6. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: character focus of your fic can be either 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐇 or 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀
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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑
1. Write your fanfiction based on the given theme.
2. Post it on your Tumblr blog.
3. Use the hashtag [ #mustainegfcontest1 ] in your post.
4. Tag me
5. you’re entered!!
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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐒 !!
𝟏𝐬𝐭
- A reblog of your winning fic (I never reblog, so this is a special opportunity to get your work some extra exposure!)
- A follow from me (if I’m not already following you)
𝟐𝐧𝐝 & 𝟑𝐫𝐝
- A follow from me (if I’m not already following you)
If there’s a fic I really love, but doesn’t make the podium, there will be one honorable mention!
If you guys have prize suggestions let me know!! I feel like these ones are very weak 💀
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𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆
Entries will be judged based on creativity, adherence to the theme, writing quality, and overall impact. I’ll be personally reading each entry along with my 2 fellow judges, @hetfieldfangirl & @mxtal-up-ur-ass We can’t wait to read the amazing stories you’ll create!
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I’m so excited to read your entries and celebrate your incredible talent! Good luck, and happy writing!
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luvrboydave · 1 year ago
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AAAAA i love your writing sm !!!! 😭😭 u write so good n so much omll
Idk if u take requests or not but can u make smt abt modern 2000s dave n 99 james w u (if u do that) 💔
i feel like they'd be the type to wanna "make a movie" iykwim n be the most nastiest mfs together .....
i need these 2 so bad 😭😭😭
movie magic
pairing: dave mustaine x fem!reader x james hetfield
warnings: smut, threesome, oral sex (m & f receiving/giving), double vaginal penetration, creampie, dirty talk, pet names, name calling, filming
a/n: tysm for your request!!! i hope it lives up to your expectations as i'm not very well-versed in writing threesomes...but this was great practice for me!! enjoy!
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i’m imagining it now…dave and james have you on the bed, a camera set up on the nearby dresser recording your every move. they’re both all over you; dave is mouthing at your neck and rubbing at your clothed cunt while james kisses you sloppily. james’ hands make their way up your shirt to grope your tits, and you gasp, tangling your fingers in the base of his hair. when dave pulls his hand away from your cunt, you let out a low whine. he chuckles lightly, muttering, “so needy for us, aren’t you, sweetheart…” as he lifts your shirt over your head, exposing your sensitive nipples to the cold air of the bedroom. dave leans down to take your left nipple into his mouth, lapping at it softly. as he continues to play with your tits, kneading and sucking on them, james kisses you again, one hand wrapping around your neck and the other slipping into your shorts to run a finger through your folds.
in an instant, you find yourself lying flat on the bed. james is slipping your shorts and panties down your legs, discarding them somewhere in the room. from the corner of your eye, you take notice of dave unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down below his ass. turning towards dave, you take his cock in your hand and let a glob of spit fall from your lips, looking up at him as you spread it over his dick. his hand weaves into your hair, pushing your mouth towards his cock. you take his tip into your mouth, tongue coming out to lick it slightly. slowly, you take more into your mouth, and dave groans, “fuck sweetheart, mouth feels so fuckin’ good…” he pulls you away from his cock, leaning down to kiss you messily before guiding himself back into your mouth. it’s so messy, drool running down your chin and pooling on the bedsheets.
james kisses down your body, stopping to mark your thighs. he moves in closer to the apex of your thighs, bringing a finger up to glide through your sopping folds. he licks a long stripe along your cunt, sucking at your clit. the noises coming from between your thighs are lewd; james is slurping at your pussy like a starved man. His face is covered in your slick, bearded chin glistening with your wetness. you gurgle around dave’s cock at the feeling of james’ tongue, pushing your hips forward into his mouth. james reaches up to rub your clit slowly, still licking and sucking at your soaked cunt. at this point, james is fucking aching in his pants. he unbuttons his jeans and slips his cock out, giving it a nice rub as he eats you out.
next thing you know, you’re being manhandled to lay on top of james as dave takes his place behind you. your back arches, and you clench at the feeling of a cool liquid sliding down your cunt. you crane your neck to the side, seeing that dave had grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer. james reaches down to guide his cock into your cunt. he slips in with ease but allows you to adjust for a second before dave slowly slips in as well, snug against james’ cock. “shit, so good…taking both of our cocks in this slutty hole…” james groans from beneath you. they stretch you out deliciously, moaning once they both bottom out completely. “puttin’ on a show for the camera, huh? dirty fuckin’ girl…” dave whispers, grabbing a handful of your ass and thrusting into you. james is gripping your shoulders tightly, holding you flush against his chest as he fucks up into you. they both pick up their pace, and you clench around them. your eyes roll to the back of your head, a moan tearing from your throat “oh fuck- i’m cumming!” your cunt flutters around their cocks, making them groan. dave’s hands are gripping your ass again, and he’s fucking into you steadily. they’re both so loud, grunting at the feeling of your warm cunt. james groans, his eyes squeezing shut, “fuck- i’m gonna cum…you’re gonna make me cum, princess.” he empties his load inside of your already soaked pussy, and dave follows not too long after, cumming inside of you with a loud moan.
they both slip out of your ruined cunt, dave spreading your cheeks apart to watch as a mixture of their cum seeps out of you. he brings two fingers up to push it back inside, flashing you a cheeky smirk “don’t go wastin’ that, now, sweetheart.” james pulls you in for a kiss, big hands cupping your face. He breaks the kiss, muttering, “did so good for us, princess. bet we made such a good movie…” you smile at him and lean up to give him another kiss before laying your head on his chest. you watch as dave moves towards the camera, pressing the button to end the recording. he turns to james, and you can immediately tell he’s up to no good. “how do you feel about posting this online, huh…showing the world how much of a slut our girl is for us?”
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mirkhammett · 3 months ago
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die, die my darling (vampire!kirk)
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summary; recently, you’ve realised that your roommate kirk has been acting different, inhumane. and you soon find out why.
warnings; blood drinking, light gore?, smut <3, a teeny bit of angst, fingering, non-protective sex (though baes a vamp so i believe it doesn’t matter :3)
w/c; 3.9k
the vamp kirk isn’t my idea, inspired by a great writer, @orions-choker!! pls go check their work out, it’s sooo addictive :p (not yet proofread so expect mistakes!!)
to say your roommate had been acting different would be an understatement.
his timid responses were the first signals that something was off- and then it was the lack of eye contact. the boy you knew to be once so smiley, couldn’t even luster up a few seconds of direct contact as you bid him off on many on his nights out, that had become much more common recently. he never said were he was going, and you never asked, but you had an inkling that every time was the same- he’d go out for a smoke, and a walk to clear his head (most likely). that would explain the faint stench of tobacco that always seemed to arise in the early mornings.
some nights you wouldn’t even wave him off- but something was the same, every single time. not once had you ever heard him come back, nor even the sound of the heavy wood door of your shared apartment clashing closed. nothing. and it wasn’t you were an early sleeper either, no. most nights you spent up into the early hours, an opened book resting on your duvet covered lap, your head only hitting the pillows when your neighbours would finally stop arguing and hit the hay. (which was never before midnight on a good day.)
but sometimes, only sometimes, you’d wake up after feeling a harsh whoosh of air through your room, rubbing your eyes in confusion and glancing to locked window. weird. you’d always blame it on your cheap, hardly working fan, and in a daze, go back to the land of dreams.
it wasn’t the first time he had acted like this, though. every couple of weeks he’d slip out into the night for these walks, and you’d take no mind of it, until now.
it was different this time. in the many months since kirk had moved in with you, you kept him close and considered him a friend. so why was it that he would avoid physical contact with you like the plague, hell, why was he so hesitant to even have a conversation? why was he always fully covered, wearing long trousers and thick sleeves in this scorching heat? and why were his eye bags so prominent, so much that his reddened veins were peeking through the thin layer of skin?
still, your feelings for him never once faltered, neither did the immense concern you felt for his wellbeing. maybe tonight was the night, do to something. to just say something, make sure he’s not struggling too much.
tonight you hadn’t heard him leave, and you hadn’t been in the living room, so he must’ve felt no need to announce his whereabouts. you couldn’t deny it, the division you felt between you and him hurt. -and tonight, tonight you were restless. kirk, he plagued all of the thoughts in your brain like a disease.
you yawned, setting your book down onto your duvet covered lap, just like every other night. the (un-happily) married couple next door had finally decided to give it a rest, but your whole body felt an immense itch, that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you scratched it.
you sighed as you slipped from under the covers, using one hand to rub your eyes and the other to mindlessly clutch your book. just as every night before, you checked the window was closed and locked, the moon shaped like a fingernail, the cheshire cat grinning down at you in irony. in irony of what, you didn’t know yet. you made your way down the hallway, passing kirk’s empty bedroom, not even bothering to check. you knew if he was home, there was no way his light would be off, and his door would be open, not even by an inch. he appreciated his privacy, and you couldn’t be mad about that.
the couch was where you decided to reside- and you didn’t care if it took even mere minutes or hours, you were going to get to the bottom of this. the thin blanket you draped over yourself didn’t provide much comfort or warmth, the coolness of the brown leather beneath you overpowering the heat, the shitty air conditioner on blast.
not even a full hour had gone by before you starting to hear it. the clatter of heavy combat boots walking down the hallway, the noise getting louder and louder as they reached your door. his combat boots. you immediately sat up on the couch, wiping your drooping eyes as you twisted around on the couch, so your body was resting against the backrest, your eyes studied tightly on the door.
he opened it with the firm gentleness that would radiate off of him, the gentleness that you knew so well. he fumbled to shove his keys back into his book, kneeling down to untie his shoes.
you leaned further over the couch, watching him with your mouth open. “kirk?”
he immediately stilled, raising from his bent position and turning to slowly, slowly face you. so much looked wrong with him, with so little explanation. you felt yourself straightening your back up. “i..” he whispered, like a deer caught in headlights.
his once muscular arms now looked much more frail, with such prominent veins, like a red rash covering his whole body as they pulsed wildly, thrashing with a hunger for blood. the rash continued up his bare arms, up to his pale neck, and through to his lifeless face. he looked tired. so, so, tired.
and without thinking you rose from the couch, stepping towards him with pure concern and worry in your features. your voice came out a soft, comforting whisper, as you reached your arm towards him. “what’s wrong with you, kirk?”
he winced as soon as your soft skin came in contact with his arm, his expression a grimace as he shut his eyes as hard as you could, almost as if he could escape this situation. you were hurt by his sudden moment, and you didn’t fail to show it, no matter how hard you tried to mask it. “you look so sick,” your eyes trailed down to his figure, “is there something i don’t know about?”
he shock your arm off of him, wrapping his arms around himself in a protective manner. a low grunt of pain escaping from his lips.
“i don’t want to hurt you, please..” it was the most you had heard him speak in days, and while you should’ve been happy, the tone of his voice was so heartbreaking, so shaky and frail.
you looked up at him, eyes full of concern, brows furrowed. he wouldn’t look at you, not fully. his eyes were either trained on the ground, or glued shut. he couldn’t bear to look at you, not at a time like this. he couldn’t bear to think of the consequences.
he had been putting of his weekly feed for a while now. infact, he hadn’t fed in weeks. whether it was the guilt or hurting another that consumed him, or self hatred, he didn’t know. all he knew was that he didn’t want to hurt you. the smell of tobacco was present on him, but you hadn’t even realised it. and if you had, you really couldn’t care less, not with the state of him.
his fingers were so pale, and the effect it took for him to press them against his own skin made you wince. even more so, did his response.
“why would you hurt me?” you slowly closed the gap between the both of you, bringing a gentle hand to burns against his cheek. “you could never hurt me.”
“but i could, y/n.” he spoke seriously. it took all of the strength in him to not just take everything he wanted from you, drain you dry. but with anyone else, he wouldn’t have even made it this far. your touch sent shivers through him, the strong scent of your sweet, warm blood rocking through him.
suddenly it all became too much, his chocolate brown orbs turning a dark, sinister shade of red, his mouth opening as he gasped out a grunt of pain, clutching his cheek.you flinched, pulling your hand away and stepping back away from him. if he was in a better state than he was know, he would’ve noticed your fear and reassured you. but he couldn’t, with the growing pains in his gums.
and once you recovered from the shock of his sudden harsh movement, you saw it. where two of his teeth once stood, were razor sharp canines, the gums around them enflamed and bloody- and that was when he finally looked up at you. with the look of horror in your eyes, he knew he couldn’t hide it anymore. “i…i’m not human, y/n.”
“you’re..a vampire?” you voiced wearily. he nodded, his exhausted eyes catching onto yours. “why do you look so…so ill?” you spoke with caution, fear in your voice, and kirk could tell, no matter how hard you tried to cover it. kirk felt his heart break at that.
“i haven’t fed..in a while,” his hand was still clutching his pale cheek, his voice filled with pain and despair. he coughed shakily, his legs buckling slightly. in a state of panic, you immediately held him up straight. he sucked in a harsh breath at your touch. “i can’t..i can’t risk hurting you.”
you shushed him, leading him to the couch, your book left discarded, the blanket now kicked to the floor. he sat slowly, still wincing his features at your gentle hands. your touch felt good, too good, and that was the problem. your touch had his undead body pulsing and throbbing, like his heart was really beating again, when he knew it.
that was how it always was with you, and he had no explanation for it, not until recently. why was it he felt so strongly for you, and no one else? it wasn’t just his heightened senses, no, no..that was for everyone else, too. it couldn’t have been his bloodlust, thought he found it so much harder to spend time around you when he was on a fast. it was more than that. there was no way for him to explain it, not truly, other than that when he was around you, he felt alive.
he didn’t even feel it when you sat down next to him, occupied by a whirlwind of thoughts circulating around his brain, going through to his empty lungs. all he breathed in was you.
“do you need blood?” how you still seemed to remain so concerned for him after what you had just found out, he couldn’t fathom. he continued to stare at the ground, and you know his answer. “okay,” you hummed, coming closer. “feed from me.”
his eyes widened, his hands coming to push you away, his voice a pained ramble, “no, no, please, i couldn’t..you’re the only person i don’t want to hurt.”
he looks like a kicked puppy, his eyes so wide you were afraid they could pop out of his head. he voiced pure denial, but you knew he couldn’t deny it for too much longer, the bloodlust taking over.
“it’s okay,” you bared your neck to him, your warm breathe sending shivers through you. “take what you need.”
he grimaced, though he leaned in, his guilt so clear on his face. you brought a hand up to his hair, ruffling it so gently he felt he could cry.
“i’m sorry,” he whispered, resting his cracked lips against your smooth skin. he hesitated for a couple seconds, until you tightened your grip on his black coils, and he lost it.
his sharp fangs broke the barrier of your gentle skin, your warm blood intoxicating and filling up all of his senses. he growled into your neck, your whimpers going unheard by him in his blood lustful state. he sucked your neck with force, a bruise already forming around, what would soon be, a bite scar.
he didn’t take much, because it was you. and if it wasn’t you, he feared he would’ve drained them dry, sucked them of all their life and soul, body turning paler, and paler, until their skin was tinted grey and he had no choice but to pull away, as they held no use to him anymore.
but it was you. so he pulled away, his mouth gone just as quick as it arrived. you whimpered as his fangs retracted, his rambled words drowning out the pain. “thank you, i’m sorry, i love you,” these words flowed from his boyish voice like a river, talking before he could even think properly again.
he wiped the loose droplets of blood from your neck with his thumb, which suddenly didn’t look so lifeless anymore. his eyes had returned to their normal shade of brown, his veins no longer visible. your body relaxed against the couch as it was now his turn to dance his hand through your hair, kissing your forehead lightly, and then pulling back.
“you love me?” you grinned, your eyes half shut, but still gazing upon him.
he returned a soft grin, his black curls bouncing as he nodded down at you, regaining his strength back. “how could i not?” he mumbled.
your body felt like a million fireworks had just gone off in your stomach, butterflies zooming around at the impact- and no, your giddiness was not from the blood loss, but kirk’s admission of love. their had been an undeniable tension between you and kirk for the many months you had lived together, confessions of love always wanted to be released, but remaining to hang lowly in the back of your minds.
for when you would grocery shop for your shared apartment together, and he’d go off and gather all of the snacks he knew you loved, without you even asking. or when you’d have a movie night, and he’d pick whatever movie he knew you were dictated on at the time. but neither of you ever said anything.
and now with his vampirism so clear to see, you knew things should have changed. you knew your feelings towards him should’ve changed. but they didn’t. “i love you too,” you whispered sweetly. you rolled your body closer to him on the couch, sitting up and using your hands to steady yourself, bringing your face towards his. “kiss me?”
he complies quicker than the speed of light, his hands gripping on your waist, softly, but firmly, his touch electrifying. he shuffles his hips, urging you to straddle his lap as his lips take place on yours.
he’s soft with it at first, becoming increasingly sloppier with time. “fuck, you’re so pretty.” he breathes heavily into the crook of your neck, his lips back on yours.
and then it’s happening all too quick. your hands are dragging down his back, clawing even as he dominates the kiss, one of his hands now on the back of your head, keeping you steady and pulling you into him. he’s much more vocal than he was before, your blood giving him more energy than he’s ever felt before. you tasted different to everyone else. sweeter, he thought.
he’s quick to reach for the buttons of your sleep shirt, his nimble fingers slipping the bonds between the buttons and the holes of the striped material, the silk shirt hanging loosely off your shoulders. he takes in the sight of your bare chest with widened eyes, your perky nipples hardening under the shitty cool air radiating off the fan, and kirk thinks you look perfect. he leans in, leaving soft, wet pecks all over the bare skin, leaving imprints in their tracks.
you giggle, shimmying yourself out of your matching pair of shorts that complete the set, the silk material easy and complaint to slip from your body without much hassle. you mentally thank yourself for choosing this set for tonight. he quickly rids himself of his own shirt, leaving nothing to the eye.
his chest is like a sculpture from the gods, and you wonder if his figure has always been this good, or improved when he became undead.
his hand trails down your thigh to lightly graze your panties, then he stills. he looks up at you with a serious expression, his eyes soft and thoughtful. “is this okay?”
you nod with urgency, grabbing his hand firmly and pushing it into your crotch. “more than okay.” you mutter, catching your own breath.
“someone’s eager,” he mumbles under his breath, chuckling softly. he doesn’t mind though, as he’s already lacing a finger under the lacy material of your thong, hooking it and yanking it down your legs. it bundles up around your ankles, and you kick it off with ease. “there’s my girl, so pretty.”
you whimper as he trails a finger over your bare pussy and he experiments, rubbing it lazily over your clit. he whispers praises that you can barely hear, adding another finger to the mix. he uses this one to rub up and down your slit skillfully, all your arousal accumulating up just from the touch of his gentle hand. he speaks again, this time loud enough so you can just about hear him. “tell me if it hurts, m’kay?” you hum and nod, squirming on his lap.
he pushes a finger into you at the arrival your consent, slowly and gently, as to not hurt you- once he’s fully sure that you’re okay, he slides another in, this time firmer with his movements. he doesn’t move them yet as he lets you adjust to the new intrusion, just curling them inside of you.
“more, more,” you whine breathlessly, and he complies wordlessly. without warning he starts to thrust them, not quite reaching a fast pace yet, but not slow either. he uses your whines and whimpers to his advantage, finding the pace that he’s figured you enjoy most, deep thrusts of in and out, in and out, the sounds of your wetness and his palm slapping against your pussy with each thrust creating a cacophony of passion.
and it’s not long before your muscles start to contract more often, your gushy walls tightening around his calloused fingers like a vice, when he knows your getting close, and without a second thought, slips his fingers out- with absolutely no struggle, even with your tightened walls, your arousal a perfect homemade lube.
he silences your whines before they even start with a messy kiss, and it’s right then when you realise- when did he take his pants off? you don’t spend much time pondering over it, instead over his muscled legs, and his, oh my god, perfect dick.
it’s not the longest, but it’s girth makes up for it, and you can hardly even think about it before his whispering into your ear, bouncing you on his lap. “can you lay down f’me, baby?”
“y-yes.” you manage to pull squeak out, trembling of off his lap as he arises to stand, getting comfortable with your head resting on the armrest of the worn out couch, you bought way before he even moved in. you never imagined in a thousand years it would be used in this way.
it’s not long before he’s back above you again, his face just above yours as his curls coil down to brush your skin, his front strands tickling your face, causing you to giggle. you smiles at your response, opening your legs apart with a single hand. he rubs your clit, holding his dick in the other, like he hasn’t prepared you enough already. and then he’s pushing in, and it’s oh so good, and it’s nothing like you’ve ever felt before, still feeling slightly dazed from the blood loss, the tingles from your wound sending signals all the way down through your stomach and electrifying the butterflies, down to your pussy.
it takes him a good minute to fully emerge himself, taking his time by looking at your facial expressions, waiting until the pain of the initial stretch has fully dismissed before continuing to push further in. he’s situated inside you comfortably, like the missing puzzle piece, and it’s so disgustingly loveable, the air thick with the stench of sex and cigarettes lingering from his discarded jacket laying on the side.
slowly he begins to thrust experimentally, whacking your face immensely for any signs of discomfort, to be greeted with none- so he continues, his thrusts gradually growing in speed and deepness. he uses one hand to hold himself up, propping it up beside your waist, shadowing over your figure. he uses the other hand to rub your overstimulated clit with agility, knowing all the ways to make you tingle in just mere minutes.
the way his balls slap against your smooth skin with every thrust is addictive, the way your hands grip loosely onto his forearms powering him on- just knowing how good he’s making you feel all the motivation he needs. “you’re so fucking perfect.”
“thank you.” you respond airily, your whole body bouncing with each thrust, your words changing in pitch, becoming higher as you move up and down. he lets out a small chuckle, his thrusts slowing just slightly, before returning to their normal pace.
he’s breathless himself, sweat beading up along his hairline, his chest covered in a thin pearly layer of sweat. not enough to drip onto you, but enough to show the effects you have on him. he’s grunting himself now, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic. that’s when he feels that familiar tighten of your wall as again- thought it feels so much better this time, so much warmer, so much tighter. he’s grunting softly, more and more with each and every thrust, becoming more wild by the second, your bodies moving up and down in unison.
“i’m, im close..” you manage to mutter out, thought there was no need, as he could already tell himself, your not so subtle tighten around his length giving you away. he nods repeatedly, his breathing heavy and heightened.
“i know, i know baby,” his thrusts are so sloppy, and it’s so addictive to both parties. you’re not sure if you could ever live without him. fuck, how did you go so long without him before? “are you gonna cum f’me?”
and all you can do is whine in response, a whiney and whimpering mess for him, all sprawled out on the couch, your hands no longer on his arms, but laying uselessly beside your body, to weak to grip onto anything. your walls contract even tighter now, and kirk knows it’s any minute now. your soft moans don’t stop though, no. infact, he’s almost sure they’ve gotten louder as you encounter release. “come for me, okay?”
it’s almost as if he’s controlling you like a puppet, for the way you release immediately after he’s told you too. he doesn’t stop yet, not until he’s reached his own peak- and when he does, he still doesn’t slow, riding his, and your orgasm out to its full extent. and then when you’re fully spent, that’s when he finally pulls out, his body relaxing on top of yours. he doesn’t still for long though, and after a minute he’s up again, rising from the couch to kneel beside your body.
“you tired, baby?” he peers out the window, seeing how the suns just barely, but still beggining to set, and he feels guilty for the long hours he made you wait for him earlier. you hum in response, causing him to smile softly. “okay, lemme carry you to bed.”
maybe feeding isn’t so bad after all.
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!!!: threesome, video taping, oral sex (male/fem receiving), fingering, praise/deg, creampie
the three of you wanted to do something different for once, trying to up your sex game as if it weren't kinky enough. with dave mustaine and james hetfield, how vanilla could it really be?
you were fully naked, laid across the blonde as dave watched james play with you. your ass was exposed to him, slapping at the skin, seeing it turn a bright red as you jumped and let out a whine from pain and pleasure.
"awe, you liked that?" james put on a fake sympathetic voice, "you like davey being all rough with you?" he chuckled when you nodded.
dave took the hint, him having the camera up to your face, making james hold it since he was closer.
the ginger spread your legs apart before shoving two of his calloused fingers inside your pretty pussy. you were already wet for the two of them, only turning him on more.
he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, wet, slick sounds coming from in between your legs.
"oh, there we go, baby.." dave hummed, grabbing you by your hair, forcing your head back roughly before picking up his speed.
"who's this perfect little pussy belong to? hm?" he growled, slapping your cunt in the middle of your response which only made you whine and bite your lip from anticipation.
"better answer that fuckin' question, darlin'. dave asked you a question, baby. speak up and use your big girl words for us," james spoke, grabbing your chin so you would look at him.
your eyes were all over the place, not knowing who or where to look at, so you just made eye contact with the camera lense.
"y- you two!"
your voice was soft, before dave started rubbing your throbbing clit slowly.
"that's the right answer, baby." his speed quickened again before he looked at james.
"suck jamie off while you relax on my tongue. how about that?" he stated, lifting your hips up so that your ass was in his face, lips attaching to your juicy cunt.
james couldn't pull down his jeans fast enough, him holding it for you as you kissed the tip making him shudder. he was already leaking, smothering your puffy lips with his precum before shoving it in.
you couldn't help but close your legs around dave's head and trap him there, trying to focus on both of the things happening.
"atta girl.. taking us so well, ain't ya? so pretty when your full." james huffed, tangling his hand in your hair, guiding your head up and down.
all you could do was lay there and look pretty, looking up at jame's, moaning around his cock making him moan. dave was slurping and groaning into your pussy like a starved man who couldn't get enough.
"your mouths so warm- feels so good. gonna cum-" james moaned out, pulling out before he pumped his hand up and down up to your face, aiming at your lips but of course it decided to paint your whole face.
he quickly wiped the fluid off of your face, sticking his fingers inside of your mouth to taste him.
"such a good girl for us, doll. did davey make the pretty girl cum yet?" he asked, the same voice from before coming to action.
you shook your head, pouting before dave lifted his head. lips, chin, and nose covered in your fluids.
"no?" james gave a fake pout, rubbing your cheek. "well cmere and we'll make sure you're doing it again and again, sweetheart."
your positions flipped, you on your back, while the other two were standing infront of you, pants down, ready to be inside of you.
two of them rubbed their lengths against your folds, using your slick as lube. soon enough, shoving the entirety or eachother inside of your pussy. your gummy walls sucking and tightening around them the moment they entered.
"fuck!"
the two of them hissed in unison, james throwing his head back as dave held one of your legs up, wrapping it around his waist.
"taking us so well-" he huffed, leaning down to kiss and suck at your neck. "gonna make me cum too, princess."
the pace they had was slow and rough, tears pricking your eyes as they stretched you out to the max.
"pl- please! i wanna cum-"
you pleaded, holding the both of their forearms, nails digging into their skin.
"mm? don't gotta ask, sweetheart. go on-" james panted, close to his second high and so was dave. their tips twitching against eachother made them lose it, immediately spilling inside of you as you squirted and came along with them.
"oh! oh- ohhh" was all that came put of your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as your legs started shaking violently, the two pulling out to see their seed spill like a waterfall.
"fucking hell..." dave mumbled, zooming in on your flooded pussy.
you kept squirming trying to call down from your high as the camera stopped recording, the two grabbing either side of your cheek and showered your face with kisses.
james pet your hair and dave kissed down your body.
"didn't go to hard, right? felt good?" james asked and you nodded, you head still fuzzy from what just happened.
"let's go get cleaned up then, hun." dave picked you up bridal style, kissing your face all the way up the stairs to the bathroom as james followed from behind.
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SORRY I GOT LAZY W THIS ONE IM SO TIRED.... also please send in reqs! id love to write whatever you have on your mind :3
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