#dave mustaine x reader

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Feeling freaky and all I can think about is dave fucking you from behind with his arm around your neck choking you with those fucking biceps

Someone needs to euthanize me.

A/n: I was writing a different fic when I got this notification and it was really funny bc I had just been staring at the screen thinking about Dave’s fucking arms

Warnings: smut, choking, asphyxiation, spanking, degradation, muscle kink, sir kink, size kink, mirrorsex, belly bulge, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

I have never had such a hard time trying to find a picture of Dave and I’m pretty sure I’ve used this exact picture before but MY GOD I was struggling 😔

Dave had a you in a chokehold, occasionally his hand would come down to spank you. This was your punishment for walking in on him.

It wasn’t your fault, he was so fucking hot and you were sharing a hotel room together while Megadeth was on tour. Dave showered every chance he could and he’d always come out of the bathroom in just a towel.

Of course you ogled him, and he noticed, you didn’t think he’d mind if you just peeked into the bathroom while he showered.

He kept the curtain open, water spraying everywhere. You looked him up and down, eyeing him deliciously all the way from his thick thighs to his meaty cock you wanted to choke on, to have buried so deep inside you it gave you a lobotomy. From his cumgutters and happytrail all the way up to his wet hair before finally landing on… his eyes glaring daggers into you.

His palm landed on your already red ass again. “Fucking bitch, who the fuck said you could come in on me like that?” Your eyes crossed, face red from embarrassment, from how good he felt, a touch of asphyxiation.

“I-I did!” You moaned. “I wanted to see, wanted-wanted you to fuck me.” You moaned out, voice echoing off the tiled walls.

Again his hand came down on you. “This is what you wanted all along?” He demanded. “You could’ve just asked, but I guess I’ll have to train you, huh?”

You whined loudly, walls clenching around him. “Yes, please! Train me.” Dave smirked as you begged him to fix you.

“Such a fucking brat.” His hips stilled inside you, taking away the high you were so close to reaching. Another loud whine left you, tears filling your eyes. “Brats don’t get to cum.” He growled, tightening his hold on you.

You watched the muscles in his arm flex, shoulder and bicep so voluptuous, the veins in his forearm and hand as it clenched in a fist. You looked so weak under him, so small and fragile in his hold.

It got harder to breathe but you couldn’t think about that, too focused on the way he rammed into you repeatedly. Veiny cock hitting deep in you, a bulge forming with every thrust.

His grunts fell straight onto your ear, filling your mind and smoking it up like steam on a mirror. You were sure that if he let go of your throat you’d be screaming his name, creaming around his furry base.

His ball hit your thighs, pubes wet with sweat and your juices leaking from your abused hole, neglected clit pulsing painfully. “Need someone to fix your attitude.” He huffed. “Not gonna get that by getting what you want.” His thrusts stopped again, hold on you tightening once more.

You were in for a long night of choking and edging, your ass stinging. “Plea-please, sir…” you stammered, the lack of oxygen hitting your brain, “I-I’ll be good, I’ll be- I’ll be better, sir, promise…”

Dave’s smirk only widened further. “That’s a good cocksleeve, but sluts don’t talk.”

[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

[nuchester]

Dave & Lars (1999) 🩷

[broidobe]

𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

requested by anon! i hope you enjoyyyyy!!

ps. you'll understand the...odd photo out later

⁎⁺˳✧༚metallica masterlist

at the start of your relationship, he’s not very tender

like he doesn’t really show anything

but after a while, he gets pretty affectionate

just not around people

at home, he would be all over you

overall pretty messy guy

very unorganised

you have to BEG him to do anything that involves cleaning

VERY jealous

like to the MAX

you guys fight about it a decent amount too

he's a very closeted guy

doesn't really speak about his emotions

but if it really bothers him, he will be open about it

he TRIES to be romantic

like he REALLY DOES

but he really isn’t 

he once shook your hand after a show

SHOOK YOUR HAND

like dude, come on

he thinks it’s embarrassing to say stupid shit like “you are the light in my life”

so he's very straight up

i love you

love ya

love you lots

and like that is the best you get

he has an obsession of saying your name completely wrong

even if it’s the most simple name ever

he WILL say it wrong

biggest secret of his: loves when you put rollers in his hair

he will NEVER admit it

but he will initiate it

my hair is so flat

i don't think i can sing with hair this bad

this man does taekwondo

and he sure as HELL uses it

guy starts a conversation with you at a bar

BAM!

he's getting kicked in the head ninja style

in fact, dave will throw in some enthusiasm

WAHKOW

WOOSH

[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.”

[iheartjameshetfield]

dave being into close contact positions during sex… he’s pressed to ur back, got your legs over his shoulders, chest to chest, hand holding etc <3333

hold on i’m doing backflips

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFHSJFHSJDHAKDHSJ

god just imagine having dave behind you…him pressing kisses from your lower back all the way to your neck, burying his face there. him wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you into him as he rests his chest against your back, murmuring things like “taking me so well” or “fuck yes just like that”

or or or or

having your legs over his shoulder, placing a kiss on your calf and massaging the backs of your thighs. his thrusts are slow yet hard when brings his arms around your legs, looking down to see where the two of you connect

ORRRRRRRR

having him on top of you, his weight crushing you in the best way possible. your lips never part from his unless it’s to breathe, and even then you’re disappointed at the brief loss of contact. just imagine the two of you lost in each other, tongues and teeth clashing as he brings you to your orgasm. his hands clutch yours and he brings it to the sides of your head. the pace of his thrusts increase while your moans are muffled by his while you come undone. you cry while holding an even tighter grip on dave’s hands, lifting your head to deepen the kiss.

after you calm down, dave would probably lay on his back, bringing you along with him. he would play with your hair, praise you, tell you how good you were for him and how amazing tonight was<333

i just know he’s so sweet and loving in bed i need him :((

[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

[rockstarslutt]

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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Thanks for the request‼️‼️‼️

[allmoshnobrain]

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

[mariskiii]

*Dreamy sigh* I wish ginger people were real... ⊹₊⟡⋆

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

going too a concert with dave and going in the moshpit, AND LIKE HIS ARMS AROUND YOU SO YOURE NOT GETTING HIT

A/n: OH MY GOD I CANT he’d be so protective and cute and just agagaghsjdjskdkskkdkfkdks

Warnings: fighting, Dave gets grinded on by some guy and punches him, there’s nothing really but if you think I missed something let me know otherwise enjoy!

“Come on, Dave, I’ll be fine.” You said, leading him down the bustling street, groups of bedazzled drunks marching this way and that to get to the clubs. “I’ve been to concerts before.”

Dave stared off behind you, making sure you weren’t about to run into anything. “Not like this you haven’t.” He sighed, letting you guide him along to some punk place.

You opened the door, a band was playing but there weren’t many people there and the band wasn’t very good, didn’t help they didn’t fit the vibe, not even just of the club but the whole damn strip. They looked like Elvis or The Beatles, their secret love child coming a few years too late at the wrong place.

You went straight to the stage, getting right up close and watching with big eyes. Being sheltered a lot by your parents you never got to experience live bands like Dave did, luckily he was there to show you what you’d been missing. Although, Dave was hesitant to let you run free on the strip.

Dave let out a heavy sigh as you went off, going to the bar and ordering you some drinks. He didn’t stay seated for long, the band noticed your excitement, in particular the singer, and started talking directly to you, reaching for your hands, wiggling his hips at you. Dave was having none of it so he came to stand with you.

The singer backed off and soon their set was over, that’s when the room started filling, groups filing in like a parade.

Dave held onto you, keeping his arm over your shoulders and holding you to his side. When the band came on it only got worse, everyone pushing and shoving.

Dave’s arms went around your waist and he moved you to be in front of him, keeping himself between you and the moshing crowd.

You were completely entranced by the band, a twinkle in your eyes while Dave was busy trying to keep you standing.

People were pushing and shoving him but he didn’t care, elbowing people off left and right so you could peacefully enjoy your night. Someone spilled a drink right down his back and felt it trickling under the waistband of his jeans and into his boxers, he cringed but just kissed the top of your head.

Occasionally he’d say something in your ear, having to yell just for you to hear him over the music, or he’d rub your side, squeeze your hip, anything to let you know he was still there between fighting people off.

He built a cage around you, preferring to snap his wrist trying to catch himself than let you get bruised, he’d come pretty damn close to it a few times.

His breaking point was a guy thinking he was some tall chick, his long hair masking the chiseled jawline on the other side. The guy saw what he thought was a woman and started grinding on him, what he didn’t expect was the fist to his jaw he got in return, a fuming Dave towering over him when he tumbled to the sticky ground.

Dave didn’t waste a second after that, wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you onto his hip to carry you out of the bar, despite your protests.

“Davie-Davie!” You yelled once you got out of the bar, after Dave finally let you back onto your feet. He kept a hold on your wrist, gripping it tightly so he could drag you back to his car. “Davie, come on, it wasn’t that bad!”

“For you it wasn’t!” He snapped, shooting you a look. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out and you followed him silently.

Dave opened the passenger side door for you and waited for you to get in before going over to the drivers side, ripping his shirt off and tossing it into the back with a huff.

He inhaled deeply and looked back at you, rolling his eyes when he found you eyeing his now bare torso, the ginger peach fuzz on his chest and trailing up from under his belt. “Hey, look at me.” He said, taking your chin in his hand and tilting your head up. “That was hell.” He stated.

You chewed your cheek. “I would’ve survived without you needing to be right there.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and slumping in your seat.

Dave scoffed and started the car. “Next time I’m bringing you to the Cat House, see how long you last there with people getting off in the corners.” He grumbled as he pulled out of the parking spot.

Your brows raised at that, the idea of being with Dave in the corner where everyone could see.

Dave swatted your chest to get your attention. “No fucking ideas, you owe me enough as it is.”

[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…

[stevenssticks]

taken from these 3 asks + the thoughts i was having earlier this week.

specifically w this dave bc woah

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the argument started out as something stupid. he doesn’t even remember what it was. all he knows is that he fucked up royally when he said something that absolutely shattered you. he watched your face fall, your lip start to quiver, tears welling up in your eyes. he lets you run off to your bedroom, slamming the bedroom door shut. dave knows he’s sleeping on the couch tonight, the first time ever, if he doesn’t fix this.

you two go about your day as if the other isn’t even there. dave feels sick when he looks at you cooking yourself dinner. his lips press into a thin line. he watches you take your dinner to the office to go eat alone, come back, wash your plate and put it in the dishwasher, looking up and then his eyes catch with yours. it’s just a second of a glance, but dave can see your eyes are red and puffy. he really made you cry.

he watches you mosey back to your shared bedroom as he goes to sit on that couch and eat his own meal, which proves to be futile as he has no appetite. dave covers his plate, placing it in the fridge for later and slowly walks to the master bedroom, when he hears your soft sobs from a few feet from the door.

he slowly turns the knob, flinching as the door squeaks to reveal you, curled in on yourself, facing away from him and toward the window of the master bedroom. dave slowly walks over, his presence making a depression in the bed where he slides in next to you. he starts by rubbing a hand over your shoulder and back, massaging as you sob harder now that he’s here, trying his hardest to soothe you after what’s been said.

dave moves up to press his chest to your back, big strong arms wrapping around you.

“m’ so sorry baby… so sorry. don’t know why i said that. i really don’t.” dave feels that he could cry too at this rate. he holds your shaking body, repeating words of praise to you over and over until your sobs are reduced to sniffles.

“can you look at me, hon?” he whispers to you, hand on your shoulder pulling gently for you to face him. you do so, still refusing to meet his eyes as your lips quiver and you stare at his chest. the two of you lay side by side like that, facing each other as dave brings a hand up to your cheek, whining away the tears as they continue to fall. “i love you, you know that? you’re my whole world and nothings gonna change that. i was stupid. so fucking stupid.”

you look up at him then, and his nose and cheeks have begun to turn red just as it does when he’s holding back tears. his eyes are glassy, and you’re still so unbelievably upset, but he’s truly trying everything to make this right. you lean your head down to bury your face in his chest, whispering a little “i love you too.” dave hugs you so tight, he kisses the top of your head, burying his face in your hair. his kisses move lower as he leans your head up to look at him again, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, pulling back for a moment and then going in for a sweet kiss on your lips.

dave deepens the kiss further and you let him, pulling away for you to catch your breath while dave whispers to you: “so pretty… prettiest i’ve ever seen.” before rolling you onto your back. dave presses his body to yours, continuing to kiss you long and deep for a while longer before his lips move to your neck. you whine, bringing a hand up to the back of his head to keep him where he’s sucking bruises into your neck.

“gonna make it up to you, sweetheart. i promise. i’ll make it up to you in a million different ways,” he moves to your exposed collarbone while he tries to push your shirt up.

he gets your chest exposed, moving down to suck a nipple into his mouth and you writhe away from his mouth at the stimulation. dave holds you close and tight, not letting you get away from him as the arm that’s not wrapped around your middle works at your sleep shorts. he leaves wet, sloppy kisses down your torso, leaning up to throw his own shirt over his head.

once your sleep shorts are kicked off as well as your panties he grabs you by the calf’s and pulls you towards him as he sits on his heels. “c’mere, baby.”

he unties the bow on his pajama pants, pulling them down with his underwear to his mid thighs. his cock is hard and leaking, tip a pretty pink and his breathing is already hard and slow as he spreads your legs for him. he looks up at your pretty tear stained face, puffy eyes and lips. you’re just the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, teasing your hole before pushing in, grabbing your thighs to wrap around his waist as he leans down, pressing chest to chest with you and taking your hands in his.

“okay?” he asks hesitantly, and when he sees you give a watery smile and a nod he starts to move slow and deep, squeezing your hands tight as your legs lock around his waist. “fuck, honey, squeezing me so good. never wanna let you leave this bed…”

you mewl, whispering your own praises and apologies which dave hushes, wanting you to focus on him making you feel good. he nudges the side of your face with his nose and you know to turn so he can give you a long and deep kiss. dave’s hips stutter, beginning to move a little quicker, a little deeper, and soon you’re both gasping out short exasperated breaths as you near your orgasms.

“you gonna cum? yeah… that’s it, i gotchu. you’re okay. you can do it, come on. wanna see you cum on my cock.” you squeal as dave moves a hand down to your clit, rubbing fast tight circles and you contract around him, death grip on the hand that’s still clasped in yours as you cum for him.

“oh fuck.. look atchu… love you so much baby. never gonna let you go… oh- oh fuck!” and then dave is cumming too with a groan that’s muffled by you going in for another kiss. his hips slow to a nice roll, more tears leave your eyes as all your emotions are released, a whole day of tension and hurt that you start to let go of.

you breathe each other in, laying on each other before dave rolls off of you. he pulls the covers up and holds you close. a silent understanding that you will talk the rest of this out tomorrow. at least he doesn’t need to sleep on the couch.

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this took a week to get out i’m so sorry

[ilovewrinklyoldmeninbands]

Lars is readers brother

my writing isnt gonna be good, im new too this. criticism is appreciated:3

you were in a garage of the shared house. you always had a crush on dave, but you KNEW you couldnt date him, he was your brothers bandmate?? but it didnt really stop you, it kinda encouraged you even more. you were watching them play, lars kept nagging you too watch him, but you kinda just watched dave, the way his veiny ass hands played so well, the way him and james laughed.

they finished playing after like two hours, you kept staring at dave, and he didnt exactly notice. james and lars were talking and lars noticed you staring at dave, las came up too you.

"whatre you lookin at? whyre you lookin at him?" he questioned

"leave me alone lars, im not starin." you muttered, looking away frok

"hes not the guy you want, hes kinda a dick? he poured beer on ron man, made him leave."

"okay lars? im a adult leave me alone"

"still my younger sister??" he said harshly

you just start ignoring lars, james told him too lay off and he just did. your knees were too your chest, just watching everyone, dave say next too you on the worn couch and offered you a beer, you took the cold beverage out of his hand, you struggled too open it and he did if for you, making him chuckle

"thank you, dave" you said quietly,

"your welcome, you dont talk too me enough, how come? your always here."

"im not sure, we should definitely talk more."

"why not talk now?"

you looked at him, that cocky smirk, you just nodded. this was the start of a conversation that lasted HOURS, not even noticing its been that long. the time just went by so quickly. you talked about everything and anything, he definitely had some interesting opinions, you could feel yourself falling for him more and more. his attention fully on you, yours fully on him, he told funny stories from when he was a teenager, and you did the same.

everyone else was asleep, it was just you and dave talking. he was so interesting. after a few hours you both got tired. he walked too his room, sahing goodnight. not wanting too leave you but he had too. you just layed your head on your arms, stomach down on the couch and fell asleep. your clothes were jeans and a hoodie so you were pretty comfortable already.

it was the morning, you woke up with a horrible back pain, why do you always sleep on your stomach??, you just got jp and sucked it up. you walked into,the kitchen, everyone was still asleep- or just in there rooms. you got bagels and made yourself some. you didnt bother with a plate and grabbed a bottled water, your socks didnt do much against the cold hardwood ground, you walked out too the porch and just ate your food, watching the sun rise highsr and higher. kinda zoned out. you finished eating and kept staring. dave walked out with a smile, he didnt expect you,roo be awake

"good morning" his voice was still raspy from sleep,

"good morning, dave" you said with a slight smile, he sat next too you and looked at the sun with you, his orange hair being shined on, it honestly looked like he was made too be in the sun. you could feel yourself staring then quickly looked away, looking at the sunrise again.

"pretty isnt it?" you mumbled,

"yeah, like you." he gave a silly grin

"oh stoppp" you said teasingly, you couldnt deny the blush creeping up your neck.

as the day progressed you noticed how distant everyone seemed too dave, their faces a little annoyed? but you just ignored it, you talked too him whenever you could, so he didnt feel upset. james still grinned and dave but it was off- you didnt pay much too it though.

the guys stayed up almost all night drinking, you didnt wanna be around it so you just went too your room, you heard a little fighting but didnt care that much. they were probably being drunk and dumb, but you couldnt help but feel worried for dave, what were they doing down there?? you eventually fell asleep, this time not on your stomach.

in the morning you walked downstairs, you noticed james and dave were gone, you asked lars and he just shrugged, you asked cliff, who seemed upset. then you heard his responce, you,couldve swore your heart stopped.

"what do you mean they kicked him out??"

" man youve seen how he acted sometimes- he'll be fine? hes a grown man."

"you guys are dicks."

you walked back too your room, your shaky hands calling his phone, no answer, you tried again, no answer. you felt tears in your eyes. the next week you refused too talk too anyone, dave was the only one that really got you, did he miss you? did he care? you felt so bad for,him, he treated the band like brothersk and they just, kicked him out?

it was around 9pmm you decided you wanted too,get takeour. you were walking downtown and just looking at people, hoping youd see him but you knew you wouldnt. you didnt know where he was, was he okay? you knew he would be stubborn and not talk too anyone for awhile, you were lost in your thoughts and accidentally brushed shoulders with someone aggressively, not really on purpose.

"excuse you?" the voice sounded familiarm you stopped and turned around and saw his orange hair.

"dave?" he was looking away, but when you said,that he locked eyes with you,

"oh.. hi.." he said sheepishly, waiting for your response,

"hi.. dude im sorry about what happened.." he looked so sad.

"yeah man.. its fine though, i just- they were brothers too me man. they just left me like that." he said quietly,

you didnt know what too say, you felt really bad. you guys began talking alot, it was like it never changed, just talking. he offered too pay half on a apartment if you pay half. you nodded, you desperately wanted too move out of the other house.

its been months since dave got kicked out, he started his own band. you two started dating, you barely talked too,anyone from the band, rney were all pissed at you, for just leaving for the 'asshole', but you were happier. dave was in your arms, you two habe only been dating like 3 months, he was listening too your heartbeat.

"you,know i love you,right?" he let the words stay in the quiet air before you responded

"i love you too dave. ive been loving you" you said softly, running your fingers threw his orange hair.

"good. cus id be pretty mad if you only just started lovin me" he chuckled, making you,chuckle. you knew he wws the one you wanted the rest of your,life, no matter what happensk youll be there.

I need too be beat up,and laughed at ahaha i😔💔 ty wierd genetic fuckup for helping md btw ily pooks

[mirkhammett]

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 ^_^

I NEED THEM SO BAD RAAAHHHHHH

[rosebushjhj]

When you run out of fanfics so you gotta whip out character.AI

*edit- damn, thank you everyone