#dave mustaine smut

[ghostbustting]

Dave Mustaine being the reader's stepfather, she gets scared by a storm and asks to sleep with Dave, they sleep in the same bed and you know what happens (smut)

stepfather dave surely is smth else🙏

╰┈➤ “𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵„ ๋࣭⭑

Stepdad!Dave Mustaine x Reader

Contains smut.

Till this day, my mind still can’t process how my own mom married this.. rock star.. at least that is what people would call him. Till this day, I still don’t understand how I’ll be able to see him as a dad at all.

And till this day.. I still don’t get why my mom had to leave me with this utter buffoon of a man.

It’s not like I hate him, I just find it hard to see him as a father figure, often finding him screaming lyrics into a microphone half of the day and doing shit with his bandmates. He doesn’t even cook well.

Did my mom hate me that much to just abandon me with this man? Did my mom have trouble bringing me with her? Did my mom find me too immature to live on my own despite finally being of age?

Sometimes it hurts to think about the way she barely glance a millisecond my way when she walked out of that damned front door that night that was full of rain and storms, the same weather that took over the sky when dad left.

I’d curse at the storm, yet it seems to already curse me first by giving me the feeling of abandonment every time that shocking noise of storms fill my ears while I lay in bed. Knowing both adults I was supposed to depend on had left.

Half the times I just try to push my family issues aside, trying to live my life through the knowledge that I now live with a man I barely knew. I just find it as a misfortune in this lifetime. Maybe in another lifetime my family would still be together, glued tight with laughter and smiles on our faces

Meanwhile in this lifetime, I feel empty and lonely despite the presence of Dave Mustaine in this house he took me in that I still haven’t found the right feeling to call my true home. I do appreciate the way he accept me here.

He’s a true charmer, I was aware.

It was late at night. For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to close my eyes and let my sleepiness take me away to dream land.. or nightmare land, possibly.

I find myself tossing back and forth in bed, I tried every comfortable position possible. Still nothing. I even tried taking off my blankets and even adding a second layer of blanket. Yet my mind refuse to rest, keeping my eyes opened with a restless feeling taking over my body.

I roll over to my stomach, burying my face in my pillow and hugging it tightly, practically begging to my own mind to let my eyes rest and call it a day. It’s been tiring enough.

But then.. a thunder strikes loudly, causing me to flinch in surprise and clutch my pillow to my chest, looking at my window with wide eyes as a sudden thunderstorm takes over the night weather, the temperature of my room becoming lower and the anxiety of being abandoned fills me again.

Desperate to block the sounds out, I try to bury my face deeper into the pillow and gripping it tightly, pressing it against my ears to muffle the loud thunders.

Still, I found my mind being filled with the sight of when my dad left that time.

I didn’t know what to do to prevent the noises anymore. The next thing I knew.. I was slowly making my way down the hall and arrive in front of my stepfather’s room.

My hand reaches out to grab onto the handle, yet I paused mid-air when I start feeling a little hesitant, what if he’s asleep? But before my thoughts can continue, my hand moved at it’s own and pull down the handle, slowly pushing the door open.

My voice came out small as I stood there in the middle of his doorframe in just an oversized tee that’s big enough to cover the fact that I was only wearing my panties underneath it. “Dave..?” I whisper, still holding onto the handle for dear life.

To my surprise, he was still awake, laying in bed with his hands over the blanket that covered him to his chest, looking out the window before turning to the sight of me at his doorframe. He sat up slowly, “You okay, baby girl?” He ask softly, rubbing his eyes before clearly looking at the state I am in, taking in the sight of me in my oversized tee.

I don’t know how many times I’ve blushed at that darn nickname he give me, despite not finding a place in my heart for him yet. I rub the back of my neck, “I’m sorry, but.. can I sleep with you..?”

The older man tilts his head in confusion, running a hand through his thick hair. “Why? What’s the matter?”

Before I can utter out a response, another thunder strikes and I flinch, covering my ear. My movement gave a definite answer of what seems to be the problem.

“Oh.. afraid of thunderstorms, are you?” He ask, softly chuckling before opening the blanket, patting the spot beside him as a way to invite me in his bed that was once occupied by my own mother. “Come here, baby.”

I swallow the lump in my throat and nod before tip-toeing towards his bed and slips into the spot, sighing in relief as his thicker blanket covers me and warms me up like the mission my own blanket failed at. “Thank you.” I mumble, too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Not even a minute later, I flinch again when another thunder strikes, covering my ear.

He smile and lay on his side, looking down at me. “Come closer.” He told me, his arm wrapping around me, over my stomach, and pulling me closer to him. “It’s okay, baby, c’mon.” He reassures me and holds me in his arms, his chin resting on my head.

I find myself oddly comfortable in his arms, feeling like it is where I belong, a pair of arms I feel like I can use to stay as a shelter to hide from the cruel wide world.

The moment I realize I can hear his heartbeat and feel it beat against my chest with the way it’s pressed against his chest, those beats completely distracted me from the loud thunders that I was previously worried about.

He was spooning me, holding me close with his arms around my stomach as I curl up against him, fiddling with the fabric of the pillow case.

Yet.. the distraction I receive from his heartbeat lasted quicker than I thought as the next thunder arrives, I flinch yet again and gripped onto his arms out of shock.

“Hey, hey.. It’s okay..” He whisper into my ear and I can feel light feather-like kisses on my hair as he try to calm me down.

It was silent for awhile, only thunderstorms filling our ears as my grip on both of his arms just tightens and I sigh uneasily. That’s when he spoke up again,

“Perhaps.. you want me to help distract you from the thunderstorm? Is that what you want, hmm?” His voice remains gentle as he voice out his offer to me.

Clueless, I turn my head to him, not quite understanding what he was offering. He smile and reach up to stroke my cheek, “Trust me, doll.” He whisper.

I can’t help but trust his words, finding the look of care in his eyes extremely convincing as I slowly nod my head in permission, my eyes closing as I wait for the distraction he’s implying on.

My breath hitched when I feel his big hands on my waist, slowly lifting my tee up, his hand meeting the skin of my torso, my eyes widen and I look at him, “Just relax, baby..” He reassures me before I can complain.

Slowly, I feel his fingertips trail to the waistline of my panties as his hands slip past it and enter my panties, going down and down.. till I can feel one of his finger pressing right against my clit.

I gasp and held onto his other arm that’s still holding me to his chest, trying to control myself when I feel his two of his fingers linger on my folds before slowly slipping through them with such ease.

The surprisingly soft lips of my stepfather greets the back of my neck while his fingers starts to pump in and out of my hole, my lips part as I let out small whimpers.

“Just let it out.. it’s okay..” He whisper, his voice so gentle and loving while his fingers are doing sinful movements inside his own stepdaughter’s dripping cunt.

His words unleashed something in me, cause once I heard them, I started becoming more vocal, slowly moaning softly when his fingers starts to work on me faster, his thumb eventually also taking a visit on my clit, rubbing circles on it.

“I.. I.. hmph..”

He stroke my stomach with his free hand, “What is it, baby? Use your words nicely.” He talked to me like a father would talk to his child, yet treat me like how he’d treat a whore he picked up from the backstage of his concert.

“I- I feel weird.."

“You’re close, hmm? Let go.. just relax..” He peck my head as he fasten his fingers to get me even more to the edge.

I gasp and grip onto his arm, my nails digging into his skin, surely leaving a mark later on. Soon, the knot in my stomach snaps and I release into his hand, breathing heavily.

His fingers slips out of me again, leaving me whining as some of my cum dribble down my pussy and soaks my panties.

But my eyes were stuck onto his fingers as he slowly bringing them up to his lips, slipping them past as sucking my cum off his fingers clean. The sight itself made my toes curl and squirm a little.

Apparently, he wasn’t finished.

Cause then, he shifts his position to hover over my curled up form and grab both of my cheeks as his lips meet mine, making me taste myself on his tongue while one of his hands trail down to his boxers, pulling it down.

Pulling apart from our kiss, I whine, “D-daddy..” I mumble, squirming and impatient for his length to fill me up, despite how much of a fucking whore that makes me.

“Been waiting a long time for you to finally call me that, princess..” He chuckle breathlessly as he move my panties aside with his fingers, his other hand holding his cock- or rather gripping it as he move his fist up and down his length, preparing it and using his precum as a lube. “Ready?”

With a last nod from me, he pushed his cock into my dripping hole with a hard thrust, making both of us moan, my hands flying to hold onto his back, gripping onto his shirt as my eyes widen with how well he fit in me, there’s not a single spot in me that he isn’t able to reach.

I watch Dave’s face that is right above mine, watching every single detail about his expression. How his lips are parted, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes closed, and how every exhale seems to come out so heavy.

His thrusts seems to keep going relentlessly into me, only going faster and faster each time he pull out slightly and push right back in, making my eyes roll into the back of my head, my back arching as I hold onto his back, legs wrapping around his waist.

“Oh.. fuck..!” He groaned, one of his hand gripping onto the sheets right beside my head, the other guiding my hips while gripping it tightly as if it’ll run out of sight if he let go.

Moans comes out of me uncontrollably, “Daddy.. s-so good..!”

“My good girl, are you? Tell me you are..”

“Only yours, daddy..!”

The smirk on his face only intensify how wrong this feels yet how fucking amazing it feels at the same time. “Such lovely voice you have..” He grunted. What even was the reason my mom had to leave this sex genius of a man?

Dirty words along with dirty noises continues to leave both of our mouths along with the sound of his hips snapping into mine, skins slapping. The filthy noises blocking away any sound from the outer world.

That’s when I feel that same knot in my stomach, making my eyes widen again as my grip on his back tightens. “I.. ahn.. fuck, I’m close again, daddy..” I whimper, squirming uncontrollably.

“Mm.. me too, sweetheart.. fuck- give it to me, baby.”

As he demanded, my second orgasm of the night came out as shocking as how the previous thunders strikes, making my back arch and the loudest moan leave me when I released it all.

I can tell Dave was struggling to hold it back when he felt how tight my pussy became around him when I came. He was whimpering himself, a melody so beautiful that it would surely be remembered in my ears.

Not long, he quickly pull out of me and pumped his cock with his hand again, white streaks of cum starts to shoot all over me while I listen to his loud groan before he collapsed on top of me.

His weight instead of crushing me, brought a sense of warmth and comfort to me as his arms come to wrap around me again, one of his hand holding my head into his neck, both of us trying to catch our breath.

As the silence takes over, I realized the thunderstorm was over.

“Better now, pretty girl?”

I slowly look up at him, our eyes connecting. Only now that I saw him as someone other than the famous rock star from a metal band that my mom once married and became my stepfather, instead, I saw love in his eyes and it melts my heart. It melts a hole in my heart as a place to keep him sacred in there, forever in a special part of my heart.

“Way better.” I smile up at him.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

I need more people to be fucked up over body hair like beards sure fine whatever but BODY HAIR

Especially pits like I’m not crazy IM NOT CRAZY

Dave’s pretty clean but like 😩

I love body hair when it’s all sweaty and 🥺

[itsshawtyysworld]

found this on pinterest so you have to see it too

CRACK MY BACK SMACK MY ASS SLAP MY PUSSY RAW PAINT MY INSIDES TIL ALL I SEE IS WHITE TIL I'M PARALYZED TIL BONES START POPPING LIKE WE'RE POSSESSED BY THE NUN

[thoughtsofatransboy]

dave mustaine transforming the reader into his little pillow princess pls (smut, fem reader)

HEYA I FJNALLY CAME OUT FROM FROM MY CREATIVD BLOCK YIPIEEEEEEEEEE!

Well, now seriously: Thank you SO much for your ask. I'm sorry that i took so long to write it (seriously, this ask is from April) Probably writing mistakes, take into account that english is not my first language

Anyway, it might be bad because it's my first time writing in months, but i still hope you like it.

Warnings: F!reader x Dave Mustaine, selfish Mustaine mention, p in v, oral f!receiving

You and Dave were dating for a while. A cute couple, he was your sweet boyfriend and you were his nervous little doll. Nothing to complain about, right? Well, not exactly… Sex was something to complain about. Don't get the wrong idea, sex was not bad but he was surprisingly selfish, not much of your liking.

You never thought he noticed your unsatisfsction tho. And surprise! You were wrong. Since you wanted his dedication, he was up to give you his dedication and you weren't going to deny it.

Dave have been noticing that you weren't cumming often when fucking. Well, he had to admit it, he was selfish when it comes to sex: Fucking at his pace, eating out lazily and not taking too much time to excite his partner. Last time he had his way with you, you accidentally admited that you were sexually frustrated, but you tried to dismiss the topic almost instantly. He decided that today, was the day to change things.

Another boring saturday night, your body almost fusing with the couch, when your adorable boy approached you. Without any words, he started to kiss all over your face and obviously, you were giggling a lot.

"Darlin' what you're doing?" You said between your giggles, Dave just smiled and continued to kiss your skin. Now, his kisses were more concentrated on your neck. Suddenly, he sucks on the sensitive area, causing you to moan. That's when his intentions were clarified, and reciprocating his actions, you pull him into a kiss. The kiss that not so slowly turned into a making ou session.

His hand starts caressing your waist, then your hips and it goes down until his fingers reach your pants button. Your mind was a little foggy from your horniness, so you didn't pay attention to Dave undressing you little by little. You only fully came back to your senses when you noticed that both of you were naked.

He kissed you more, while you adjusted yourself in a comfortable position. He whispered in your ear, with a deep but warm voice. "I gonna make you so happy today, sweetheart". With that, Dave makes his way to your pussy, kissing all the way. Your neck, your belly. He teased your inner thighs with kisses, sometimes sucking on the skin.

When his mouth finally got to your special place, you felt in heaven, he didn't eat you out just like a starved man, he was literally starving for your cunt. He slowly inserted a finger. Fingering you slowly but deep, he sucked on your clit softly.

It didn't take much time for you to cum, with a loud moan escaping through your lips. Dave's smirk was noticeable from your view. "What you're smirking at?"

"Your cunt", you and Dave chuckled when you slapped him playfully on the arm for his answer. Your chuckles were instantly dead when he turned you around without hesitation. We smacked each asscheek, still with his silly smirk. He gave his cock some lazy strokes while lining himself with your entrance. "Shhh… Now it's only about you, ok?" Without any more words, his shaft entered you. Instead of what you were used, he gave you sometime to adjust to him. When you nodded your head, he picked up the pace, slow and deep.

Your eyes were staring at his, your bodies moving perfectly to each other. Such a sight for sore eyes. He gave your neck some lazy hickeys and your lips recieved quick pecks. It didn't take much for you to squeeze his cock with your walls, a sign that your climax is near.

After some more minutes, your orgasm crashed into you, your muffled whine didn't let any doubt. Dave didn't took so much to orgasm either, you decided to let him cum inside, just this time. He took you on his arms as soon as he got down from his high, caressing your hair and asking if you were ok. He got you a cup of water and cleaned your bodies.

Dave sat next to you, with his hands caressing your shoulder. "Did you like that?" You only nodded. "No more selfish sex, deal?", "Deal". You couldn't be more satisfied.

[stevenssticks]

imagining doggy style with him rn with his big hands on my hips….. mgghhhmmmm

[dave-me0wstaine]

thinkin about this dave and how he’s such a dad bf. just taking care of you, spoiling you with little gifts or a nice dinner. always showering you with praise, calling you his good girl, his pretty baby. truly you are his pride and joy.

and out in public he’s always got a hand on you, guiding you wherever you need to go, rubbing your thigh when you sit down to dinner. just subtle hints of dominance here and there to remind you your his.

and he takes just as good care of you in the bedroom. you’re his little pillow princess, how could he not? he always makes sure your in the most comfy positions while your taking his cock, whispering in your ear about how well you take him, “like you were made for me, baby.”

and you get absolutely delirious one day, and accidentally call him daddy, and he teases the ever-loving shit out of you, much to your embarrassment. grinding his hips into yours, thumbing harshly over your clit, saying things like “why’re you gettin’ so shy? i might as well be your daddy, m’spoilin’ you so much,”

but he must not be too turned off by the name, because it’s not too long before he’s making a mess out of your cunt, filling it with his cum <333

[nausicaamusiclover20]

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

[xo-myloves]

COULD YOU PLEASE DO JAMES HETFEILDS YOUNGER GIRLFRIEND WHO IS IN LOVE WITH DAVE

Like she gets super depressed when she finds out that James and lars kicked him out. And then one night she goes to Metallica performance, and while they pack up she watched the other bands and then megadeath comes on. Dave like dedicates a love song to her and she starts to tear up and when he notices her and she runs off. Dave them find her in like a supply closet crying and then she breaks down in his arms, and then they fuck 😼

DADDY KINKKK 🥺

(Obviously only if you wanna and are comfortable writing this. Btw read your other Dave fics and Im actually obsessed , they are so good)

- 🧛‍♀️

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

The hotel room was dark except for the glow of the city lights creeping through the window. You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, James’s scent lingering in the sheets behind you. The news had hit like a sledgehammer to the chest—Dave was gone. Kicked out. Cast aside like he was nothing.

And James… James had done it.

You should’ve seen it coming, the tension boiling between him and Lars for months. But you never thought they’d actually go through with it. That they’d take your heart, rip it out, and send it away in a Greyhound bus.

You loved James, but fuck, you loved Dave, too.

Maybe more.

𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙷𝚂 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁

The venue was packed, bodies pressed tight, the air thick with sweat and beer. You stood near the back, watching Metallica tear through their set. James was electric, his voice raw, powerful. But something was missing. The fire. The danger.

It was Dave.

You clapped when they finished, but the cheers felt empty in your throat. While the guys packed up, you wandered off, letting the next band wash over you. Just background noise—until the first few chords of the next set hit.

You froze.

That guitar tone. That snarl.

You turned slowly, heart hammering.

Dave.

Your breath hitched as he stepped into the spotlight, red curls wild, eyes sharp and burning. His presence swallowed the stage whole. The crowd roared, but all you could hear was the blood rushing in your ears.

Then he spoke.

“This next one…” His voice was lower, rougher than before, but still Dave. “This is for someone out there who probably doesn’t wanna see me right now. But I see her.”

Your stomach twisted. No. No fucking way.

The band launched into a slow, aching melody, something that seeped into your skin, curled around your ribs, and squeezed. Every word, every note, felt like a knife to the chest.

You blinked fast, throat tight. Then Dave looked up—and found you.

His expression shifted, something fierce flashing behind his eyes. You panicked.

And you ran.

You pushed through the crowd, slipping into a hallway backstage, past crew members who barely spared you a glance. Your pulse pounded as you yanked open the first door you found—a supply closet, dimly lit and crammed with cases of cables and amps. You stumbled inside, chest heaving.

Then—footsteps.

The door creaked open.

Dave stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the light from the hallway. His breathing was ragged, his hands clenched at his sides.

“You gonna run from me all night, sweetheart?”

Your stomach dropped. “Dave, I—”

His eyes narrowed, scanning your face, and something in you snapped.

A sob tore out of your throat, sudden and violent, and before you could stop yourself, you threw yourself at him. His arms caught you instantly, crushing you against him. His body was so warm, solid in a way that made your knees weak.

“I—I miss you,” you choked out. “I didn’t—I never wanted them to do that to you, I—”

“Shhh.” His fingers tangled in your hair, pressing your face into his chest. “I know, baby. I know.”

Your fingers fisted in his shirt, the scent of sweat and whiskey filling your lungs. “They just threw you away, like you didn’t fucking matter.”

His grip tightened. “I matter to you, don’t I?”

You nodded furiously, tears soaking into the fabric. “Yes. Always.”

He exhaled sharply, like he’d been holding in something heavy for too long. Then, his voice dropped lower.

“Look at me.”

You lifted your head, cheeks wet, lips trembling.

His eyes were darker now, his hand coming up to cup your jaw. His thumb traced your bottom lip, slow and deliberate.

“You still belong to him?”

Your breath caught.

Did you?

James had you first. But Dave… Dave had you now.

You shook your head. “No.”

His lips curled. “Good girl.”

The air shifted.

Heat rolled off him, pressing against your skin. His grip on your waist tightened as he backed you against a stack of crates.

“You wanna be mine, sweetheart?” he murmured, nose grazing your cheek. “You want Daddy to take care of you?”

A shiver raked down your spine.

“Yes,” you whispered.

His lips crashed against yours, rough, needy. His hands roamed, slipping under your shirt, fingers dragging over your ribs. You moaned into his mouth, tilting your head back as he kissed down your throat, teeth grazing your skin.

“Been thinking about this,” he muttered against your collarbone. “Dreaming about this.” His hands found your thighs, hoisting you up onto the crates. “Missed my pretty little girl.”

You whimpered as he yanked your hips against his.

“You gonna be good for me?” His fingers toyed with the waistband of your skirt.

“Yes, Daddy.”

His eyes darkened further, a low growl rumbling from his throat.

“Then open those pretty legs and let me remind you who you really belong to.”

And fuck—he did.

[iheartjameshetfield]

WHEN DID THIS BECOME A WHOREHOUSE???

i love men and their slutty little waists <333

[nuchester]

Dave & Lars (1999) 🩷

[broidobe]

𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔭 𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔨

requested by 🐊🕸️!

☾early 80s dave mustaine gets his first blowjob and completely falls apart from how good it feels☽

☾warnings: smut, oral (m!receiving), inexperienced dave, lots of whimpering, desperation, overstimulation, praise kink, dave being completely wrecked☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚megadeth masterlist

dave was trying—really trying—to keep it together, but it was fucking impossible with the way your mouth felt wrapped around him. his back was already pressed against the shitty motel headboard, fingers tangled in the sheets like his life depended on it. his body was burning, every nerve ending on fire, and you had barely even started.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—” his voice broke on the last curse, his hips jerking up without his permission. his face was burning, every ounce of bratty confidence he normally carried reduced to nothing but raw desperation. his head thumped against the wall as he sucked in a ragged breath. “oh my god, i—i can’t—”

you hummed around him, and his entire body jolted like he’d been shocked. “jesus christ—” he wailed, his hand flying to your hair, not to push you away but to hold on. he wasn’t even trying to control himself anymore—he couldn’t. his thighs were shaking, his stomach tensing, his fingers trembling as they twisted into your hair.

“feels too good, doesn’t it?” you murmured, lips brushing against his slick skin. his cock twitched at the teasing lilt in your voice, and you swore you saw his eyes roll back for a second. he was so easy to wreck like this.

“yeah,” he choked out, barely even able to form words. “it’s—it’s too much, i don’t—fuck—”

you let your tongue drag over the sensitive head, collecting the beads of precum that had already started dripping down. the moan he let out was obscene, something between a sob and a whimper, so raw and desperate it sent heat straight between your legs.

“shit—oh fuck—i-i’m gonna—” his breath hitched, and you felt his whole body tighten, his muscles drawn taut like a wire about to snap. “oh god—fuck, fuck, i—”

his hips bucked again, completely beyond his own control, and you let him, opening your throat and taking him even deeper. that was all it took—he let out a strangled cry, head thrown back, fingers gripping at your hair as he came so hard he almost blacked out. his thighs trembled violently, his chest rising and falling in uneven, shallow pants as he slumped back against the headboard, completely wrecked.

he was blushing, cheeks flushed a deep pink, his lips red and kiss-bruised from how hard he’d been biting them. his whole body was still trembling, and when he finally blinked down at you, he looked so dazed it was almost adorable.

“holy fuck,” he whispered, voice wrecked. he swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath. “i think you just killed me.”

he let out a breathless, nervous laugh, his hand still resting on your head, fingers absentmindedly playing with your hair. he was so embarrassed—he knew he had completely fallen apart, completely lost himself in your mouth, and yet, he was already half-hard again just thinking about it.

“shit,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his flushed face, unable to stop the dopey grin spreading across his lips. “can we… can we do that again?”

[ghostbustting]

HAII I LOVE YOUR WRITING SMM 😋😋 I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD WRITE A DAVE MUSTAINE SMUT?? I IMAGINE THE PLOT BEING READER AND DAVE CREATE A SEX TAPEE :3 IF NOT THAT ONE YOU CAN DO FAMOUS SINGER!READER AND DAVE MUSTAINE SECRETLY DATINGG :3 🫶🏻 alright thanks for listening to my Ted talk

loved both ideas so much, so i decided to combine them (turned out way longer than I intended to write 😭)

╰┈➤“𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑳„ ๋࣭

Dave Mustaine x Singer!Reader

Contains Smut.

Camera flashes my way as I walk out of the building, a forced smile painted on my face, trying to push myself past the people asking questions and their annoying cameras. There were people calling out my name, trying to get my attention here and there. They push and push through the other people, their mind careless as they all continue to swarm over me.

Sunglasses were a must in these conditions, like a shield to my eyes from those horrible flashes of lights that can blind my eyesight. They were also convenient in hiding the look of annoyance I hold behind my eyes.

I could barely see the path I am walking on, the vision of my destination in front of me was blocked by them as well. Not to mention how much their presence here are decelerating my walk, almost like a living barcade, preventing me to leave.

My own name fills my ear. At this point, at least they didn't hear how many irritated sighs I let out.

A lady who seemingly work at a news station, or just coincidentally own a microphone and dresses professionally, shoves a microphone my way as she ask me the question of, "Are you releasing anything new soon?"

The sudden appearance of the microphone caused me to flinch the slightest bit. Yet I force myself to smile, leaning down to the microphone to answer, "Uh.. yes, a new album's coming on July—"

I was cut off when footsteps storms their way into the swarm of people. Looking up, I found the culprits to be these four guys; long hair, tall, chicks in their arms, and famous enough to pull some of the people's attention away from me. More specifically, they are Megadeth.

When one of their shoulder collided with mine– obviously intended, I was pushed away a little, giving them more space to do their not necessarily dramatic walk. It wasn't really hard for me to find out that the one that bumped their shoulder into mine was none other than their lead singer, Dave Mustaine.

What people saw when he bumped into me was the interview he had not long ago. That redheaded man was saying how music like mine is unnecessarily famous, even mocking the way I was singing and all. That interview was taken when I had beat him in a nomination at an award show. I was grinning all night that time.

But what I saw when he bumped into me was different. I was focused on the paper he slipped right into my hand the moment our shoulders meet, an act so small and sneaky yet an act so big if any of the people around caught onto it and the fact that he wrote his hotel room number in it.

Once they walk away, I smile to myself and chuckle, looking back at the lady that was asking a question. "Well, there goes Megadeth and their dramatic entrance." I laugh softly.

By the time I answer two more questions, I manage to skedaddle away and into a taxi, having most of the people to be pulled away by the charming mighty Megadeth. But I guess Dave just knew how much I didn't like interacting with paparazzi.

There's in fact a lot of things that Dave knew about me actually.

My favorite color.. my favorite animal.. my favorite artists.. my hobbies.. the perfume I wear.. the way I laugh.. the shampoo I use on my hair.. the things I hate.. the taste of my lips..

Too many things, perhaps.

Yet all those things had to be kept behind doors, whenever we have the time to be alone. Just the two of us. Not a single bandmate of his. Not a single paparazzi. No one else. Just us and our little secret.

By the time the taxi stops at my destination, I step out of the yellow coloured car and look up to see the tall building in front of me, windows of hotel rooms seen up there, one of those windows belonging to Dave Mustaine's hotel room.

"You came."

The man stood there in front of me, having previously opened up the door of his hotel room to my knocks. He was wearing a white button up shirt, the only buttons on being the three last ones, the rest on the top unbuttoned and giving me a peek of his chest. His belt was on, yet unbuckled, just resting loosely around his waist.

Looking up, I'm met by a precious grin on his face as he look down on me, leaning his side against the doorframe.

"You begged me to."

I return his grin the same way he was wearing it, almost as if we were looking into a mirror— just that our reflection's a different person's body. A beautiful chuckle of his fill my ears as he stood straight again.

His hand rose up, reaching out in the air between us, a silent ask for my own hand to be placed on top of his spread out palm.

Willingly, I place my hand on top of his and let him wrap his fingers around my hand, his touch gentle yet with a sense of possessiveness behind it as he slowly take me inside of his hotel room. That hand of his trails up my arm until he wrap his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to his body as we walk further in.

My body against his, I can smell the fragrance on him with our proximity as we walk.

"Is that.."

"-Your perfume? Yeah. Obsessed with it."

I turn my head to look up at him, finding him still staring at me with such focus, the grin on his lips becoming softer now. The way he spoke his words so simply yet so genuinely are always able to shoot butterflies right into my stomach. But with that look in his eyes as well is just way too much for me to handle.

As we approach the bed, I return the smile on his face. He slowly bring me with him as he lay down on the bed, kicking his shoes off, my own heels following after his shoes.

We lay down on the bed, his head resting on the pillow while mine was on his chest, the beat of his heart pressed against my ear, my arm over his stomach as his lips place kisses on my head, arms wrapped around me.

For a moment it stays like that, just silent moment with him showering me in kisses, my mind focused on how slightly fast his heart was beating, my fingers fiddling with his hair I've grown to be oddly obsessed with.

Dave's voice was soft as he spoke up to me, "How was your day?" He asked me, one of his hand coming up to run his fingers through my hair, moving some strands out of my face as he leans down to kiss my cheek.

"Same as everyday." I sigh, twirling a strand of his hair using my finger. His lips continue to place kisses all over my face, an act I've loved so dearly, yet also an act that we couldn't put on display out of the closed door.

He chuckled softly and focused on kissing my jaw, my breath becoming heavier just the slightest bit from the way his lips rubbed up and down my jaw. "Fame, right? Fun but tiring." He mumble against my skin.

I hummed at his words, a silent agreement, my fingers brushing his hair as he continue to kiss me all over.

That's when he moved to my neck and his kisses becomes way more sloppier, my skin feeling partially wet from his messy kisses. "Dave.. what are you doing?" I giggle softly, feeling his teeth grazing my skin as he bite down a small hidden mark right below my ear.

"Missed you... all day long.." He mumbled. His hands trails down to hold my waist, his grip firm as he caress my body through my dress, feeling me all over. Yet I knew right through his touch that feeling my body with this dress as a barrier from my skin was not the same to his liking.

"Hey, listen.." Dave pulled back, a wider grin on his face now. A grin of mischief. A grin of trouble.

Preparing myself for whatever his idea was, I took a deep breath and smile softly at him as his mouth opens yet again, he spoke slowly. "I have an idea. Something you can take your mind off to."

My eyebrow raised, a small curiosity rises in me as his words managed to take hold of my interest. How bad could this be anyways? Besides, I don't mind a little distraction from all the fuss I had today.

A small chuckle manage to escape my lips as I tilt my head, rolling my eyes in amusement. "I'm in." The moment I said those two simple words, a glimmer was seen inside those beautiful eyes of his, a glimmer of excitement, knowing I was willing to do what he have to offer.

Wasting the night just feels right with him. No matter if we do something stupid, or absolutely useless shit, he just knew how to make me feel like the most important and seen person in the whole universe. Like I was here, a precious possession of his.

Dave was just.. the biggest jerk, idiot, and sweetheart all at the same time.

And that's why minutes later after our conversation, I was on the bed still. Yet this time, the elegant dress that once covered up all the inappropriate areas of my body now tosses aside, like it has some other nights before this one. His own shirt and pants accompanying my dress on the floor.

I watch patiently from the bed to where he was standing, his focus for a while solely on the camera he was handling, pulling up a chair and placing the camera there in order to keep it steady, just close by the bed, the lens catching our bodies just perfectly on the bed.

"I swear to God.." I sigh and stare at Dave, pointing my finger at him. "If this gets out and my reputation's over, you're dead, Mustaine."

He laughed out loud, no doubt finding my fear of our little movie getting leaked amusing, as if that's what he was aiming for at the first place. "Yea yea, just shut up and be sexy for the camera, won't you? I need this to jerk off to." He winked. I'd be lying if he wasn't being idioticly smart with his words despite rolling my eyes in annoyance.

With a press of the record button, the camera starts catching each and every one of our moves, the thought and realization hitting me like a ton of bricks and made my heart start beating faster.

I can't help but also rethink the thought of getting this tape leaked, the thought of the public actually knowing how this man takes care of me and make me feel... the thought of the girls wanting him seeing me being the woman he worship.. It makes me press my thighs together, unable to deny the soaking spot right in the middle of my panties.

I was soon snapped out of my thoughts when Dave gets back on the bed, hovering over me, his eyes gazes upon my almost completely bare body with such lust and excitement, the tension of his gaze struck right through me and into my soul.

My breath becomes heavier the moment his hand reached up and cupped my right cheek, his thumb moving to gently stroke my skin in a circular motion, a motion I wish he was doing to my aching clit down there.

He leaned down, his lips immediately finding mine and connecting with such ease, our eyes fluttering close as I wrap my arms around his neck and pulled him into me even more, wanting to be one with him, to merge souls with him, to be connected forevermore until the end of the multiverses.

With our lips still focusing on each other's, his hands trails to my back, his fingers reaching out to unclasp my bra, something he manage to do with one hand from how much time he had done it by now. My bra slips off me and was toss aside with such ease.

Dave then pulls back from the kiss, I whine at the sudden loss of his lips. "Dave.." I breathed out, my breath hitching when he took no time to waste, his lips now attatched onto one of my erect nipple, meanwhile his hands found themselves a new and last piece of fabric to discard from my body.

He gripped the fabric of my panties, his mouth sucking the skin of my breast as his fingers pulled on the laced piece of clothing, the stitches of the fabric starting to pull apart, making me flinch the moment he ripped the panties into pieces, groaning against my breast.

Small desperate moans leaves my lips like prayers, just the sensation of his lips around my nipple was enough to make me lose control of myself. My eyes glances to the side, finding that same camera, feeling the lens of it catching every one of his movement and every single noises that I let out.

Dave's hand meets my jaw, turning my head towards him as he takes ahold of my attention yet again, "Keep those pretty eyes on me." He demanded, his intense gaze always able to make my eyes lock right with his, meanwhile his body slowly lowers down the bed, all the way till his head was hovering above my thighs which were being spread apart by his hands.

My thighs gave in to his touch, separating just as far enough for him to be able to have a full gaze of the dripping cunt I have on display for him, his eyes forgetting how to blink while his mouth felt a needy thirst. Next thing I knew, his head was buried between my thighs, fingers gripping onto them, while his mouth was desperately eating me out, his tongue working like a fucking magic.

"Ah... fuck... Dave—" I whimpered, my legs were shaking, I had to control them to not kick his back.

But the amount pleasure that even his fingers could give me is always such a breathtaking thing, almost as if every inch of his body were past lovers of my own, knowing damn well just how to please me as if he has been doing it for over centuries.

His lips were making out with my pussy, his nose nudging the sensitive clit, making me lose my mind a hundred times more than I originally was by the thought of recording the way he would make me feel every little chances we got ever since we started this little secret of ours.

His name seems to find it's way our of my lips again and again like a non stop prayer for him. My hand slowly reaching down to run my fingers through his hair, clutching on those gorgeous locks and pushing his face further more against me.

Every now and then, his groans would vibrate up my body, giving me goosebumps.

My back arched the moment his fingers joined in on this mischief of his. His tongue continued to work magic on my dripping hole while his thumb was rubbing my clit harshly, knowing just how much it can make me crumble.

"D-dave.."

He pulled back once he heard my voice, his thumb still circling over my clit. "Yea?" His voice was cracked and oddly raspy, out of breath from his little eating out session.

"Now.. please?"

A small sly grin was seen on his lips, his eyelashes fluttering my way, looking as pretty as ever that I just want to kiss him all over.

"Whatever the angel wants." Dave spoke as he sits up between my legs and start taking off his boxers.

The usage of that nickname never failed to bring butterflies into my stomach. Not when he literally admitted it himself that he called me "angel" because he thought I sounded like one. Him. David Scott Mustaine. The guy who just days ago compared my voice to a muppet giving birth.

I watch as his boxers was thrown aside, revealing the hard cock that has been hiding behind those fabric all these times. We've done this million times, and I'm never not enchanted by his length.

"Ready?" Dave ask as he took his cock in one hand and pumped it while his other hand held my hip.

"Please."

He looked up at that word, watching as it leave my lips and watching the look in my eyes. Showing how truly desperate I am for him. Each and every night. When we're together. Or when we're not.

Locked in his gaze, I gasp when he suddenly pushed into my entrance, filling me up at once with his lenght. Just the way he knew I loved it.

"Fuck.." I breathed out, reaching out to hold onto his back while he hold onto my hips.

Almost immediately, he started thrusting. Slow and nice at first. His cock moving back and gently pushing back in.

I watch the way his hips move, back.. and front... back.. and front, each time feeling his cock move as well in me.

Dave shook his head, leaning down to burry his face in the crook of my neck, his hands running up and down my torso, "God.. how I want to show the world how weak of a metal rockstar you got me.." He chuckled breathlessly, his lips grazing the skin of my neck.

That was when he start to move faster, getting more and more worked up as time passes on, his cock throbbing in my tight walls, needing it’s release.

The volume of my dirty noises were only increased from the way his hips pull all the way back and slam right back in, repeating his movements fast and hard like his life depends on it. In this moment, it probably was.

Pathetic moans and whimpers of his name leave my lips non stop, his own whines and groans muffled into my neck whenever I let out my voice. The way he moves in me was always something so overwhelmingly nice and pleasing, which able to distract me from the camera sitting nearby, still recording our deeds.

Dave sit straight up again, taking my hips back in his firm grasp. From that second and that look in his eyes, I knew he was taking this way more seriously now, just getting the much more dirtier side out. The love, the lust, the care, the need. It’s all seen in his beautiful hazel eyes. My walls clenched just by feeling his eyes caress my body with that intense gaze.

Almost immediately, he hold my hips still and fuck me with the speed of lightning, fucking me like there’s no tomorrow.

My eyes widens and a cry was pulled out of the back of my throat, a cry for him. “Oh fuck! Dave, yes!” My voice only encouraged him even more, groaning as he slam in and out of me, feeling my walls hugging his length tightly, a feeling I knew he loved so dearly.

”Gonna cum for me, angel? Please do..” He whispered out, still breathless till now, “I need you so much..” He was so sweet with his words. Always was. I can’t help but nod and try to utter out a yes.

The moment the tip of his cock nudged that one special spot in me perfectly well, I came undone with his length still stuffed deep in me, making him groan as he feel my release all over his cock. “Mm fuck..” I whimpered, panting.

Following close behind with his own release, Dave thrusted into me one last time before shooting his cum straight into me, painting my walls white while he slowly pull out of me, making both of us moan at the sensation of our cum dripping out of my hole.

Dave quickly grabbed the camera, aiming it to the cum that’s still dripping out of me and onto the pool of cum on the bed sheets, then up to my fucked up face. my chest heaving up and down as I continue to pant for breath.

”Words for the camera?”

My eyes look up at the lens and I tiredly grin before pulling out my middle finger at it, causing Dave to chuckle as he cut the recording, staring at the camera for awhile before he practically threw the camera aside and lay down on the bed, holding my body close to his own as our warmth combined into one.

"Naughty girl."

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

DAVES HUGE ASS MASSIVE HONKERS

And the arms 😩

[d3vils-island]

dave headcannons? 💕 absolutely in love with your writing

I have been dying to do a list of my Dave headcanons, I’m so glad someone requested them!! (PS: this is the first time I’m making a headcanon post, so I don’t rlly know how to format/write this… but I’ll try my best 😭🫶)

My Dave Mustaine Headcanons <3

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How he is dating you:

For starters, Dave wouldn’t care for you like he would anyone else. He’d treat you like you were his most prized possession (which you are). He writes songs for you, and sometimes performs them for you if you two are alone. Anytime you’re near him, he feels his heart rate increase and he trips over his words, not knowing how to react knowing that you’re his and only his.

Once he figured out how to talk to you without stuttering, he would shower you with compliments every day.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?”

“I can’t believe your mine.”

“Every time I look at you, I never get used to how gorgeous you are.”

On the outside, Dave looks like a tough son of a bitch who hates the sappy shit about love, but on the inside, his heart is full of the cheesy kinda love which he can only give to you

His forms of affection:

His biggest form of affection is physical touch, but he also loves words of affection.

After a long show, the first thing he needs as he’s getting off stage is to be in your arms. It calms him down tremendously and he couldn’t live without you. He doesn’t even look at anyone after a show unless it’s you, and once he lays his eyes on you, he tosses his guitar to the side and runs up to you with open arms, embracing you in a tight hug.

It’s not only for after shows though, whenever he feels like he misses you, he needs to show you how much he loves you, or he’s just feeling like it (which is often), he hugs you. His favorite thing is coming home from a long day and seeing you on the couch, cuddled up. He immediately kicks off his shoes and sits next to you, snuggling with you for a while as you chat about your days.

He loves complimenting you too. Seeing how your face reddens at his words really make his heart skip a beat, and he loves to make sure you know how much he loves you.

“You look so pretty today…” he says as he goes up to you, planting his hands on your hips and kissing you.

Seeing you cry:

Dave is very protective, loving, and loyal. If you ever came up to him with tears rolling down your face, he wouldn’t hesitate to beat the shit out of whoever made you cry.

“Are you alright? Who did this to you?” He says, wiping a tear that was falling down your cheek before his face became fueled with rage as he tried to figure out who had hurt you.

Holidays:

Every holiday, whether it be Christmas or thanksgiving, Dave always tries to plan something fun with you. On Christmas, you two will go to a trail of lights, and on Halloween you’ll go to a pumpkin patch… the list goes on. Dave wants every holiday to be special, so why not spend it with someone who is special to him?

In bed😏:

(Let’s get to the good stuff.)

Dave is……… 95% a dom in bed. So I’m not gonna lie and say he’s a sub because let’s be honest for a second, Dave wouldn’t be caught dead as a bottom.

(I remember in this one interview where he said something about how he hates feeling over powered and not in control…)

His favorite position:

Dave’s favorite position has to be over-the-shoulder missionary. It allows him to shove his cock into the deepest parts of you, causing you to make more pleasure-drunken faces (which he adores). He loves seeing your expressions as he’s pounding into you, getting to kiss you all over as your coming on his cock, and getting to bend you however he wants.

Kinks:

He definitely has some secret kinks he likes to use on you as well… like how he loves to choke you, tie you up, hear you beg for mercy as he uses you, and he loves it when he sees marks after sex like nail scratches on his back and hickeys all over you.

His secret kinks has to be daddy and sadism… he adores it when you call him daddy as he has his hands wrapped around you pretty little neck.

Oh, and how he loves to go look at himself in the bathroom mirror after and admire all the pretty scratches you created on his back. He loves looking at them, thinking of how much pleasure he caused you for you to do them. He trails his fingers on the marks, a smile tugging at his lips, before he goes back to cleaning up your frail and tired body up.

Dave as a sub?!:

So, let’s just pretend for a second that he would be a sub, what kinda sub would he be???

As a sub, he would still try and be in control, telling you how to move or what to do— but let’s say you magically got him to fully submit to you, Dave would be a mumbling mess under your touch. Seeing you on top of him would make his heart skip a beat, watching as you toyed with him however you pleased. The only name he loves to moan is yours, and he only loves to moan it to your ears.

His darkest secret is he loves it when you tie him up and use him. Rarely does he give you the opportunity do it- but when he gives you the chance, you make sure that you do your best to please him.

His fav places to do it:

His favorite place to fuck you has to be the bedroom, but he doesn’t mind having a quickie in the car or on the couch…

Occasionally,— when he’s in the mood— if you two are at a bar, he’ll drag you to the bathroom and give you a good fucking. Oh, how he can’t keep his hands off you when he sees you all dressed up for him…

[mirkhammett]

anything having to do with dave mustaine + breeding kink.. we are incredibly delulu tonight, yes indeed 🗣📣❗❗

oh yes u r so right. and oh yes we are!!

kiss of life

summary: a quiet night on dave’s tour leads to a late night confession of his, which leads to something more.

warnings: unprotected sex (don’t do this), breeding kink, one mention of drug misuse, consent is not verbally said, sleepy sex, dominant dave, he’s so cute kill me, all that jazz, dirtiest thing ive wrote yet also the shortest

w/c: 2.2k

sorry this is shorter than usual, i couldn’t think of a good plot idea for this, so it’s very basic lol ^.^ not proofread so correct me on mistakes!!

the almost minuscule tv on the beside table hummed muffled sounds in confluence, a showing of an old 60s movie, (which seemed so ancient now), radiating the bedroom with hues of grey, and even darker greys. you couldn’t say it was the best hotel room you had stayed in, but it wasn’t even close in being the worse. it was comfortable, and that was enough for a night, or a few.

you lay on your side, facing the diminutive television, though only really paying attention when the room would light up white, your hands clasped together under the not so unusually thick, hotel pillow. so much for comfort, when you could deem the single pillow practically thicker than the mattress.

dave was propped up beside you, his large hand calloused with litters of guitar scars from playing too harshly, (which you had berated him for many times), draped over your waist. his other hand was holding him up so he could see over your body, eyes glazing over the tv lazily. his shirtless body was pressed against your own, the only thing separating the embrace of pure skin on skin being the lacy silk night dress you were sporting, the colour a captivating mix, or so dave thought, between cream and an off white.

“are you even watching this?” he muttered, a mix between a question and a statement, the hint of a smile slipping through his words. he suddenly let himself flop down into the mattress, the bed rumbling sideways with a soft thud.

“no,” you murmured, turning to face him. “are you?” you questioned, already knowing the answer from his body language. he was laying on his back, facing the yellowed popcorn ceiling, that had a multitude of darker splurges, probably from a leak that was never fixed.

he shook his head, turning on his side to face you, the remnants of a grin visible through his features, his eyes a slight crease. he lifted his arms, wiggling those calloused fingers as a signal for your comforting touch.

“how was the show?” you whispered, rolling into his arms, your face fitting perfectly between the crook of his neck, his head resting just above yours. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his left hand working through your hair, detangling strands that were slightly caught up from your movement in the bed. you hummed.

“good,” he replied, his usually gruff spoken voice soft with eloquence. the show was good, and you knew it. the way the band performed was just so perfect everytime, well, at least all the shows you had been there for since joining him on tour- what your question really meant, was how he had found the show. he never really said much about it, but his dedication to his fans through every show was so clear. you knew what he really wanted to say, though the words never came to life. good, to him meant great.

it was rare for a night to end this way for him. usually, the band would go out to celebrate and blow some steam, (by snorting up god knows what), only stumbling back to the hotel at some stupid hour late into the next day, to repeat it all again the same night. but tonight wasn’t one of those nights.

you curled into his touch, slipping your arm through the tiny gap between your body and his to rest on his bare chest, a leg hooked over his hip. this seemed to awaken something inside of him, a fire of some sort, as he suddenly came to his senses, becoming more awake. he moved his hand from your now deranged hair to massage your thigh, pulling you further into his embrace.

he shuffled into a position where he was able to sit up and look at you, all while still keeping you connected. to him with an invisible string. the change of position allowed you to completely straddle him, your silky night dress now hooking up by your hips. you played your head down on his chest, your ear against his skin catching the sounds of his comforting heart beat.

“you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he spoke, almost grunted, his voice now sounding much more restrained than it previously was. he brought his hand to scratch gently under your chin, an amiable purr escaping through your plumped lips.

“yes.” you murmured into his chest, your breath a hot contrast to the slight chill of the room. he used the same hand to pull your face up, sculpting you in a particular position to be facing him, his thumb brushing up and down, up and down gently, like a broken record on repeat.

“good,” his subtle grin showed excitement, but his eyes deceived him, his excitement clear- and then it all clicked. “because i’ve been thinking about this all day, baby,” the state you were once in- your eyes, that were oh so ready to flutter closed for once and for all until the morning sun arose, now felt incredibly awake, entranced, even- that state had dissipated. “can you be that good girl for just a bit longer? then i’ll let you rest.”

you nodded, and there was no time for either of you to waste, no time for you to even think before your night dress was slipping off your shoulders, the cream silk having an easy escape. you smoothly pulled your arms out of the thin sleeves, easily but with little agility, your exhaustion catching up to your, your panties wetted.

one of his hands cradled your chest, groping your breast and rubbing his pointer finger against your blushed nipple, squeezing it between his thumb, soft whimpers escaping you. his other hand found its place against your bare back, holding you up and steady on his lap, but not for long. he ravenously manoeuvred both of your bodies, so that you were lying, back pressed firmly against the mattress, pulling your sleepwear down your legs and flinging it off to the side, landing on the floor with a gentle thump.

and then he was ontop of you again, your hands suddenly feeling frail and useless as he placed his weight just above yours, his body height emitting like blazing yours, your fingers stretching against his sides. you hadn’t even realised he had already shed himself of his boxers.

he slouched his head down so was face to face with your breasts, licking his lips to gather up wetness, before harshly sucking on your left breast, leaving trails of spit in his wake, a sloppy, messy kiss. “can’t wait until one day, when these are so full and plump,” his voice had grown in an octave since you had last heard it, his words muffled, his breath heavy on your bare chest. you sucked in a tight gust of air. “the mother of my children.”

his words caused an instant change in your body, your arousal wetting your thighs and your cheeks turning a sweet red, cascading down your neck and into your nimble fingertips. he released his grip in your boob with his mouth, quickly moving down your body, his hands trailing down, his fingers giving your right nipple an endearing squeeze.

he spread your thighs with his weaker hand, his stronger one inspecting your gushing pussy, a tender finger spreading it apart, a thumb pressing down onto your clit. you released an enthralling whimper, and a grin graced his pretty face, his ginger locks falling onto his features like a sculpture. “already so wet f’me,” he noted, the movements of his thumb causing a full body jerk out of you. “does the idea of having my children get you off?”

you nodded frantically like a maniac, his words combined with his teasing tone making everything feel just a bit more fuzzy than it already was, your eyes threatening to flutter shut. but he wouldn’t let that happen, not yet anyway.

in seconds he pulled himself back up, his arms caging you in, his dick hitting your lower stomach. he lifted his right hand, spitting on it, (which somehow made you much more wetter, if that was even possible), bringing it down to pump his dick a few times, holding it against your pussy lips.

“look at me,” he spoke, stern and dominating. and so you did, bringing your eyes to his, his brown orbs filled with hunger and love, his adoration for you never fading. “are you ready, baby?” his features held concern for your sleepy state, fighting off the feeling of his pulsing dick for just a few seconds to check your head, clear your mind. you nodded. “i need to hear you say it.” his brows furrowed.

“yes, yes, please.” you begged, wrapping your soft arms around his neck, pulling him down, closer to your frame- and that was all the conformation he needed. seconds had never felt longer than they did now, the quick slip of time before he pushed in agonising for the both of you.

and with a mutual moan, he was in, slotted perfectly into you like he was your missing piece, your puzzle finally completed. he didn’t waste any more time before he started to thrust, slow at thrust, getting deeper as he took his time with you. by the 4th thrust of the in and out motion he had acquired, he was fully in, filling you to the brim, his balls flush against the smooth slope of your ass, your whimpers starting to fill the along, along with the stench of sex that was starting to quickly take over your senses.

“i wanna pump you up, all nice and full,” his words could hardly catch up with the speed of his thrusts, your whole body jerking at bouncing to the rhythm, everything about him sending you into a cacophony of melodic infatuation, words beyond comprehension, a sonnet of love. “you want that too, baby?”

and when you thought he possibly couldn’t get any deeper, he made it happen, his dick practically impaling you.

“m’ gonna breed you, make you my wife,” it was like he wasn’t even thinking before speaking, all these words falling out and escaping his lips, all the truth. like a fantasy he had dreamed for, for months beforehand, all these confessions piling up and making it hard for you to do anything but whimper, but moan and beg for more, to please him, because god knows that’s there’s nothing you would want more to be his wife, and eventually one day mother his children. “you’ll look so pretty, full with my babies.”

his thrusts became more erratic by the minute, and you could sense him nearing his release, his words spurring the both of you along to that sublime heaven, that gushy feeling in your stomach beginning to bubble up, fizzing as it nears its burst- and dave knew this too.

“you want me to come inside you, fill you up until you’re leaking?” his balls slapping against your ass made you just want to close your eyes and succumb to the bliss, though his harsh movements weren’t making it very easy. “my dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“uh-huh, mhmm,” you moaned, profanities spilling from your lips on repeat, unable to stop yourself, or the squeaks and whimpers that he found oh so delightful.

somehow he was able to grin through the immense pleasure, his lips curling at the sides, his face wrinkled with his eyes half shut, beads of sweat dripping down his face, rolling down his arm due to his languid efforts to please, his arm propping himself up growing shakier as he neared release.

“my sweet girl wants me to come inside her, all nice and deep,” he grunted out, breathing heavily as his thrusts became sloppier, your thighs sticky and wet with the combination of your juices, and his sweat, a thin layer adorning his whole body, his chest olied and faint abs clear as day. “i’m gonna give you what you want.” his thrusts became ever faster, his hips moving at incredible speeds as he spurted his cum out inside your gushy walls, a guttural groan escaping him.

his orgasm had him pulling you down with him, your own making you see stars, crashing down on you like a malicious wave, your vision going white as you held your eyes tightly shut. he rode you down out of your orgasm, his thrusts becoming slower and more controlled, his breathing shaky and unsteady, your own chest rising and falling uncontrollably, completely spent. he realised this when he finally pulled out, the look on your face telling him all that he needed to know, your shut eyes then proving it.

his expression was filled with love as he admired you, bringing a shaky hand to brush your hair out of your face and tuck it behind your eyes, smiling down at your exhausted form. “always so good for me. i know i was rough tonight, honey, but you did so well,” he begrudgingly lifted himself from your body, admiring your features as he kneeled beside the bed, stroking along your arm as gentle as he possibly could muster up. you had made him soft. “i’ll get you all cleaned up, you just rest now.”

he leaned over, placing a soft, wet kiss to your forehead, before standing up. he hesitated for a few moments, until he knew you were okay, and only then going to the bathroom to retrieve clean up supplies, wiping you down with a lukewarm wet paper towel. “goodnight, baby.”

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Lord fucking save me

Anyways, hello!!! I’m back and I’m sorry I have been inactive.

I lost the request, but it was asking for Dave Mustaine nsfw alphabet. Here you go!!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It depends on what era this is. In the 80s he would be this wild dude who only cared for his own release. He would kiss you and fetch you a glass of water. In the 90s and later, the aftercare would be top tier. He would take you to shower together, praise you and eventually cuddle and fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dave is definitely a lower half guy. Waist, hips, thighs and of course ass. He’d hold you by your hips while slamming his cock into you with a bruising grip, smack your ass whenever he’s around you and hold your waist in public. But he also loves your tits and loves sucking on them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming inside, painting your walls white, but he’ll also cum on your abdomen, or when you give him head on your pretty pink lips. Even better when you swallow, but nothing compares to cumming in your pussy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’d definitely share you once or twice with Ellefson. The image in his head of having a threesome gets him going every time. But he’d do it once or twice because he doesn’t want you to like ellefson more than him, he’s a little boy too after all. And he’d have a threesome only if you want to, of course.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Dave’s had an insane sex drive his entire life since he was 15 (it’s real btw). He’s fucked plenty of women before and knows how to read bodies like a book. He knows the best spots and how to hit them while fucking you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Dave likes watching your face when he fucks you. He likes how your mouth opens when you moan and when you beg for more. So it’s gonna be missionary. He can easily hold your hips and waist for a better fucking. Plus, he watches your tits bounce. Bonus points.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Dave is definitely serious when having sex. He seeks your orgasm, but also his own. He’s concentrating on you and you only, but he’ll chuckle a bit of something happens while you guys are fucking.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dave has a wild red mane on his head, flying everywhere when having sex. On his chest he has some little coil-like hairs he’s very proud of. Down there, he doesn’t shave completely, he likes to have a little bit of hair to point out his masculinity, but if you ask him, he’d shave completely.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Dave is more of a rough guy, fucking your brains out while still caring about you deeply. But on special occasions, he’ll be extra gentle with you, fucking you gently and worshipping every inch of your body and praising you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Dave jacks off a lot, don’t tell me otherwise. In the shower, in bed, in the car. Everywhere. When he can’t have sex with you because he’s on tour or if you’re on your period, he’ll masturbate a lot. On tour he jerks off with you on the phone or finishes on a picture of your nude self he carries everywhere.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a big size kink and he always points out how small you are not only during sex, but also in your every day life. He likes how his hands cover almost all your abdomen and how he can hold both your wrists up with only one hand.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed and couch are always the best. He likes something comfortable, but he’ll have sex in the shower, restroom, car, tour bus.. etc.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally everything. He’s always horny for you. But he’ll get really horny if he sees you wearing his clothes. Like if you wear one of his shirts he’ll get a boner in no time. Wearing something revealing does the same thing too. He loves your body, doesn’t matter if you’re on the chubby side, or the more skinny side. He loves you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything you’re not comfortable with. Blood play, some really extreme bdsm… etc. he wants both of you to enjoy sex and he would absolutely stop if you told him too.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves receiving. He loves cumming in your mouth and on your face. But he also loves giving. He loves that pussy and he worships every drop of fluid that comes out of that tiny hole. He’d slurp you up like there’s no tomorrow and sometimes he’d ad a finger or two.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s definitely fucking your rough and fast. He’d go endless rounds of cumming without stopping while making you squirm beneath him. But as I said, if you want it slow and sensual, he wouldn’t think twice and he’s have slow sex with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

In his wild rockstar life where everything was unpredictable, quickies were a common thing. You guys would have quickies in bathrooms, cars, behind clubs, in studios… everywhere

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s open to anything as long as you’re comfortable with it. Referring to public sex he’s pretty risky. In pools or jacuzzis, or under the table with his band mates he’d finger you and edge you, to get you ready for what was about to come…

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Dave lasts about 5 to 6 rounds. But it depends on if he jerked off before fitting in bed (he acc said that in an interview)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dave doesn’t use toys on himself, but he does use them on you. He loves seeing you come for the hundredth time from a buzzing vibrator.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he’d tease you for hours… he loves listening to you beg for his cock or beg for him to stop edging. He’d edge you till the last second before you cum then listen to your whines.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Usually he does nothing fore than a grunt or some groans, but when he’s submissive he’d whine and moan and whimper for you to go faster. (Karma huh)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Even tho I said that he doesn’t use toys for himself, once or twice he does use a vibrator on himself, pressing it against his throbbing tip while his other hand jerks the rest of his dick off.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a solid thick 7 inches, slightly curving upwards. He’s proud of himself and likes to brag about it sometimes.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As I said earlier, he has an insane sex drive since his teenage years.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Again, it depends on the era. But he’d wait for you to fall asleep first, and then he’d follow up.

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