#megadeth

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

sorry if this is weird or hyperspecfic but uh....

lates 90s/early 2000s dilf Dave and he has you bent over, back arched arched, ass in the air, face in the bed and is RAMMING into you and like you're supposed to stay quiet and he hears you whine or mumble something and he tanks you by your hair and asks what you said and degrades you and just uhhh yeah

is that too freaky

A/n: never too freaky

Warnings: smut, degradation, rough sex, edging, spanking, angst, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Whilst trying to find a picture to put here I remembered how fucking hot he is so expect more Davie soon 😘

Dave was having a bad week, every night he came home and had a drink on the couch and watched TV. You tried to help but there wasn’t much that was helping, not even blowjobs.

It was Friday night and Dave came home in an especially bad mood. He didn’t grab a drink or sit in the living room, he went straight to bed and didn’t move.

You let him have some time to himself but you didn’t want to stay away for too long before heading up to see him.

He was laying on his side, eyes open so he wasn’t sleeping. He was just thinking and didn’t look at you as you came into the room.

“Davie?” You started. “Are you alright?” You asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

He let out a heavy sigh. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine… just tired.” You didn’t believe him, hell, he didn’t believe it either.

You reached out and started rubbing his side through the sheets. “Is there anything I can do?” Dave inhaled deeply, he was about to send you away but then he got a better idea.

He looked up at you. “I love you, you know that?”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, you nodded nonetheless. “Yes, of course, and I love you too.”

He smiled, a small chuckle leaving him. “Good.” He said, sitting up and leaning back against the headboard. “Don’t forget that, because I need you to do something for me.”

At this point you were willing to do anything if it would make him feel better. You weren’t new to Dave taking out some anger on you, you didn’t mind honestly because at the end he held you close and told you nothing but praise and that he loved you. Besides, you loved when he was rough with you.

He hadn’t let you cum yet, his hand was on your back and keeping it arched, face shoved in the pillows and making it hard to breathe. Your ass was red and stinging from him spanking you, eyes and cheeks a similar shade from crying.

Dave’s hips snapped into yours at a brutal pace, if there was a thrash genre of sex this was definitely it. He fucked you so deep and hard your eyes were rolling into the back of your head, but you refused to make a sound.

“Fuck, you love this don’t you? Love being used you fucking whore, my own little cocksleeve.” He grunted, groaning lowly into the room, the gruff sound of it mixing with skin slapping and the creaking of the bed as it rocked.

You’d been doing so good, not making a single sound, but it was getting harder with every high he ruined for you, pulling out completely or refusing to move. Your clit was neglected and hurt, cunt abused and puffy, you thought the pillows would be enough to hide the whine you couldn’t keep down.

Dave’s hand came to the back of your head, clutching a handful of your hair and yanking you up. “Come again, doll?” He asked, bringing your ear right to his lips.

You hoped keeping quiet would settle this but you just couldn’t do it, another whine leaving you as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Fucking bitch.” He grunted, tightening his hold on your hair as his thrusts somehow quickened. His free hand held your hip, gripping it so tight it was sure to leave bruises the next morning. “Can’t do the one thing I asked of you? Are you that fucking useless?” More whines left you, coming out more as soft sobs. “Answer me!” His hand on your hip came down hard on your ass.

“Yes, I am, m’useless, Davie!” You cried, weakly reaching for the sheets. He scoffed at your admission and threw you down onto the bed, watching you crumble as he continued to spit insults at you, emphasizing his words with more hits to your ass.

All you could do was take it and cry, hope he’d be done soon and let you cum, at the very least just stop. All you could do was wait for your hugs and kisses, for him to hold you and tell you he loved you, that he didn’t mean any of it.

“Can’t do fucking shit! I told you to shut up and you couldn’t even do that!” He yelled. “Worthless cunt, doesn’t deserve shit.” He grunted.

Where was your Davie?

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

dave from the LIFE photo collection, 1987 ♡

[louissss229]

[road-2nowhere]

FF91: A WEEKEND IN HELL Airport Marriott Hotel, Los Angeles, California, US. - October 3-5, 1991. ➙ [ 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 ]

[doubletalkingmaeve]

every time I see a new photo of my favourite old man I say yippe and jump ten foot in the air

[rosebushjhj]

Do you just randomly catch yourself looking at pictures or band members and giggling like a schoolgirl

[scythelordsucks]

dave mustaine gay little applestore monkey

[deathwhoregutfucker]

James and Kirk have a sleepover

they always look so cute in these

[we-will-swallow-your-soul]

[asortofqueerfeeling]

i love when music makes me feel so many indescribable emotions simultaneously

[kirkwahmmett]

(GIF credits go to @road-2nowhere)

[exhumetoc0nsume]

some sketches on this mini sketchbook I think I'm having an artblock fml

[mystic-sn0w]

[road-2nowhere]

☠️FF91: A WEEKEND IN HELL Airport Marriott Hotel, Los Angeles, California, US. - October 3-5, 1991. ➙ [ 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 ]

[louissss229]

I love them and I always want to draw them together.

[n7crophiliac]

metal on cassettes ⚔️.

bathory - bathory (1984)

slayer - hell awaits (1985)

megadeth - so far, so good…so what! (1988)

anthrax - fistful of metal (1984)

death - scream bloody gore (1987)

sepultura - morbid visions / bestial devastation (1986)

metal church - metal church (1984)

iron angel - hellish crossfire (1985)

dark angel - darkness descends (1986)

venom - black metal (1980)