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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 3 months ago

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okay this is the first time ever requesting anything EVER! But I love ur writing so I had to. I’m think a three way between the reader, James and Dave. But it’s like they’re fighting over who’s doing it right? And the reader is kinda innocent and has no experience. And they end up fucking her, taking turns like a competition bc they both in love w her? And, idk, maybe they met her bc she works for a catering business so they both know her? Idk if that makes sense lmaoo. Obviously only if ur comfy w it, but I beg!!!!

A/n: I will never not be mad that my computer glitched AFTER I FINISHED THIS and none of it saved so I had to start from scratch all over again 🥹 I WAS LITERALLY ADDING THE TAGS kill me 😩

Two days later and I’m still mad IT WAS PERFECT I genuinely think I peaked with that one 😫

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight breeding kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

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“What-what do you want, Dave?” You asked, struggling to bite back moans as James curled his fingers at just the right angle.

Dave could picture you now, doing everything you could to get off on your fingers without him there to help you. “I was just checking in, see how you were doing in the new place.” He said, twirling the phone cord in his fingers. “Didn’t realize how needy you were, want me to come over?”

“What’s he saying?” James asked, barely pulling away from you, his hot breath fanning over your cunt. His fingers didn’t stop, still thrusting into your tight hole to prep you for him.

Dave heard James over the receiver, anger already boiling in him. “Who’s that?” He asked, struggling to hold back to venom in his voice. “Are you with someone?”

James took the phone from you and hung up on Dave, going back between your trembling thighs. "Don't think about him, just think about me." He said, flicking your clit with his tongue. "Let me show you what you've been missing with Dave."

You wanted to get him to stop, you knew you should've, but you couldn't. His tongue, his fingers, he felt so good. Your head fell back and you reached down to him, fingers lacing through his hair and pulling him closer.

You’d just moved to L.A. not long after your tour with Metallica. They weren’t the first band you’d gone with for catering and such, organizing dinners whatever. First you went out with Megadeth where you met their lead singer, Dave Mustaine.

He seemed to have a thing for you, you didn’t catch on right away but he didn’t make an attempt to hide it.

Dave was great and helped you move into your apartment, it wasn’t far from his place which was why you gave him a key. Now you were regretting that decision.

Your moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. Still, you heard the keys jingling in the door, followed by Dave storming over.

He stormed into the room, swinging it open and stopping dead in his tracks at the sight. James between your legs with a firm hold on your hips as he thrust in and out of you at a brutal pace.

“What the fuck.” Dave hissed, pulling his shirt off over his head and making his way over to you. By the time he got to the bed he was just as naked as you and James.

Dave reached over for your head, turning you to him as he stroked his semi hard dick. He lined himself up with your bruised lips but James pushed him away before he could really do anything.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He demanded, unable to take most of his attention off of you wrapped around him. "She-she's never done this before, Dave, you can't just-just choke her."

Dave stared at James who was abusing your hole right now with his thrusts that lacked any rhythm. He was so close, he tried to push it off but he couldn't help the high that he was so close to.

Dave rolled his eyes and looked back to you, he knew, as much as he didn't want to, that his former bandmate was right. Your lips parted, moans left you, but you could barely handle this, let alone any more.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipped under his weight. Dave brushed your hair out of your face and cupped your cheek in his hand so you could look at him. He smiled down at you so warmly it distracted you for a moment from James brutal thrusts. "You're doing so good, darling." He purred. "You look so pretty like this."

"So fucking breedable." James grunted, his hand pressing down on your stomach where a bulge had formed from him. A soft gasp left you, Dave's eyes shot up to James, glaring daggers into him.

With a few more thrusts James came, painting your walls with his cum. He pulled out of you, letting his cum drip down your ass as he laid down beside you.

James wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his side, letting you rest your head on his arm.

Dave scoffed. "Couldn't even make her cum."

James shot him a look. "I made her cum."

"Not with your dick, you didn't." James rolled his eyes at Dave's words. "You fuck like a bitch in heat."

"At least I fucked her." Dave had to stop himself from punching the blond.

He moved to kneel between your legs, looking over you a moment and running his hands along your sides with a featherlight touch. "Not good enough, obviously." He muttered. He leaned down, kissing your cheek and jaw, nipping at your earlobe. “Sweet thing needs it soft and slow.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Dave’s cock push between your wet folds, bumping your clit. Dave let out a low groan as he pushed into you, feeling your walls around him squeezing so deliciously.

Dave paused to let you adjust even though there wasn’t much difference between him and James, as much as he hated to admit it.

Dave started rolling his hips, watching your reactions closely until his dick was angled just right inside you. You squeaked, eyes shutting tight.

Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him impossibly closer to you. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dave asked, giving your hip a gentle squeeze. “You look so pretty like this, taking me so good.” He cooed, smiling warmly down at you.

Not wanting to lay there uselessly James traced shapes on your stomach, hand moving lower until his rough, calloused fingers found your clit, rubbing it in pace with Dave’s thrusts.

His attention was on you the whole time, James hated that he wasn’t the one making you feel this good. He hated that it was Dave, of all people it had to be Dave. He made you cum on his fingers and he’d be damned if he couldn’t do it again.

Dave kept his rhythm, rubbing your thighs and sides, trying to ignore James’s fingers bumping his groin every few thrusts.

Your mind was a muddled mess, eyes fluttering in pleasure. You couldn’t focus on anything but the way they were making you feel, the way the veins on Dave’s dick dragged on your gummy walls, the bulge that came with him fucking you so deep. James’s fingers rubbing you smoothly, jolts of electricity shooting through you.

“That’s it, darling, just relax.” Dave purred, letting you come undone from every little sensation. You head fell back, back arching off the mattress as you came on Dave, walls fluttering around him and he followed suit not long after, filling you to the brim with his seed.

A low groan left him, his hips jerking a last time before he pulled out and laid down on the other side of you.

You shifted closer to James, the two mens cum mixed together with your own juices as they spilled out of you.

“Are you kidding me?” Dave demanded. “After that, you go to him?”

“Dave.” James said, rubbing your side and squeezing your waist. “Look at her.” He rolled you onto your back, letting Dave see the glazed over look in your eyes, your lips parted slightly with heavy breaths.

Dave couldn’t exactly be that mad at you now, not when you were so out of it. “Fucked dumb, huh?” He cooed, kissing your temple. “Just sleep now… I’ll kick James out later.”

The blond rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to him, taking you for himself while he could.

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ghostbustting · 8 months ago

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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."

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nausicaamusiclover20 · 6 months ago

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First time-James Hetfield

Cockwarming-Dave Mustaine

Wax play-Kirk Hammett

Somnophilia-James Hetfield

Blindfold-James Hetfield

Knife Kink-Kirk Hammett

Aftercare-Kirk Hammett

Rough sex-Dave Mustaine

Sex Pollen-Lars Ulrich

Car Sex-Dave Mustaine

Daddy Kink-James Hetfield

Bondage Sex-Dave Mustaine

Bath Sex-Kirk Hammett

Stripping-James Hetfield

Lap dance-Dave Mustaine

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nuchester · 9 months ago

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Dave & Lars (1999) 🩷

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

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mariskiii · 22 days ago

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It's one of those children's coloring books aaaargh!!!!!

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mirkhammett · 7 months ago

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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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d3vils-island · 4 months ago

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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…

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

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iheartjameshetfield · 1 year ago

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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 :((

#i’m so in love with him #i’m having the biggest dave mustaine brain rot someone help me #he’s just so perfect yk????#dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #megadeth #megadeth smut #dave mustaine megadeth

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aplaceforyourhearttorest · 3 months ago

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A to Z ⭒ Dave Mustaine (18+)

Ask Despite him being well known to be overly temperamental and standoffish at times, with you, he's the definition of sweet. He's so well in tune with you and your needs, that with one simple and longing look from you, he knows exactly what you want. Unless he's in a rare mood to tease the hell out of you, and then all bets are off. He'll have you red faced and on the brink of tears as he teases you, repeatedly bringing you to the brink, just to tug you right back in the opposite direction. With Dave, it's safe and simple, yet wild and reckless at the same time. It depends on the mood, and surprisingly, he'll more than often follow your lead. If you want it rough and you're in the mood to beg and be taunted, he's all in, eager to please you and give you the pleasure you both know you deserve, all while getting the same amount from just watching you fall apart and getting the taste of you on his tongue.

Bondage He's got a thing seeing you lightly tied up and restrained in lace. The way it complements the tone of your skin and the way it makes you look so soft and submissive, it drives him insane. To him, it's a physical sense of you fully giving yourself to him. And to you, it's mentally freeing for you to be able to trust him enough, to give him the power of your movements. The way in which he takes his time making sure he's restraining you in places where he knows it won't be too uncomfortable for you relaxes him, and you both always laugh when he playfully tightens the material in places you both know you're ticklish at. It also comes in handy when things become sexual, while he's taking you from behind, and is able to use the material to yank you in whichever position he feels like. As long as he's able to fully sheath himself inside of you and pulse himself deeply inside, he's got fistfuls of lace and he's molding you against him without a second thought.

Cunnilingus He loves going down on you, almost as much as he loves being inside of you. From the sounds you make and the way you tighten your fingers in and between the strands of his hair, to the way your legs seize around his shoulders and forearms as you repeatedly climax, he can't get enough of it, and you. He loves the way you're so sensitive and reactive, and as much as he enjoys giving, he also likes receiving as well. One of his favorite positions to do with you in sixty-nine, because not only is he getting head, but he's also able to fully envelope himself in the taste of you. The dual sensation of your sex trembling and weeping on his tongue, while you're also tonguing at his slit and swallowing him down in deep interims, is something he'll never see himself getting tired of.

Dirty Talk You both love it, because it allows you two to be seductive and playful at the same time. It can sometimes start an hour or two before either one of you initiates, or only a few minutes. When you initiate it, you're subtly resting a hand on the nape of his neck and leaning in to whisper it right next to his ear, or you're leaning back while sitting on his lap, with your head resting on his shoulder and your lips caressing the side of his jugular. He's much more bold and uncaring if anyone sees how infatuated he is with you, with his dirty talk being an aloud statement, even in a half crowded and filled room. His hands are either formed in the divots of your hips and rubbing figure eights into your skin, or his forearms are pressed against your front, with his large hands and wide fingers leaving temporary indentations in your flesh as he grips onto you. Any nicknames within the same vicinity of sweetheart and doll are the only sweet words coming out of his mouth in the following sentences, with the rest of the filler being wanton announcements of how badly he can't want to feel you lose yourself underneath and on top of him later.

Edging If there's any free time longer than an hour and you're around for and during it, it's most likely going to happen. Sex with Dave is one of his many ways of showing you how much he loves and cares for you, and he takes it seriously. He edges you in a slow and sometimes frustrating way, but you swear it's worth it every time, once you're finally able to orgasm. He'll drag his tongue down every single inch available of your skin, depending on where you two might be, and he'll sink his teeth in soon after. The slight pain and the marks he leaves behind makes you hyperaware of every single particle of you he's taking apart and tasting, and your legs will almost always find their way on top of his shoulders. Whether his pouted lips are situating themselves around your swollen clit or he has you bent in half and burrowed into whichever surface you two could find at the time, he needs you close and almost always face to face. If he can't see or feel your reaction to his touch, he feels disconnected from you, and that's when he's no longer fully enjoying himself.

Foreplay Your guys' foreplay isn't so much skimpy outfits and lingerie, as it is playful and flirtatious touches, purposefully meant to come off as innocent and accidental. It can start off with his palm grazing itself against your ass as he's passing you by, to you bending down in front of him and brushing your backside on the top of his zipper. Your foreplay usually ends up with you both feeling pent up and slightly aggravated, and that's exactly what you two want. So then whichever one of you finally caves in and initiates first, it's always passionate and hungry, still feeling fun and new, rather than just putting on something sexy and then having him take it off of you.

Groping If you're close and near, his hand or both of them are always on you, and the same can be said for you. You naturally ground him and keep him relatively calm, so him being able to reassure himself that you're there physically helps him out a lot. He is quite cheeky and the opposite of shy, so his hands do wander often. If and when they do, he's usually got one resting on the side of your breast with the other in your back pocket, or they're both resting in between your upper thighs if he's got you sat on his lap. Yours soon follow after and usually rest on top of his, pressing them even further into you, in a silent reassurance that you want them there, more than likely without the layer of clothing. Your favorite is when he's got you in a passionate kiss and has your head tilted back with the weight of it, and his hand is possessively and gently curved around your throat. You make sure to align his fingertips against your pulse point, to prove to him how he consistently and constantly makes your heart race.

Hickeys There's always at least a mark or two on you, and if there isn't, it's because he's away on tour or out of town. Where they tend to be can vary, but there's usually a litter of them running themselves up and down your neck, or an accumulation of them on your collarbones and chest. If he's been rough with you the following morning or night, they can trail themselves all the way down to your groin and pelvic bone, or can be clustered on the tops of your asscheeks. He loves to be marked up as well, and you're rarely found without your mouth not connected to him in some way, so he's got a handful of his own. You like to bite and suck and lick them into creation in unordinary places, like underneath his chin and behind his ear. In places where only you know he's most sensitive at, and where you know he's most likely to subtly touch them and press into the kissing ache when he's thinking about and missing you.

Intercrural As much as he lives for the sensation of your walls pulsating around his dick and milking him dry, he also adores the simplicity of skin on skin contact with you. From anything to you placing teasing kisses on his shaft and then skipping forward to slipping his tip in between your reddened lips and resting him there, to fucking himself in between your slick clad thighs, he's more than up for it. But his favorite has got to be the combination of fucking and thrusting his way in between your spit covered breasts, while you try to catch the beginning of him to suck him into your mouth. Not only does it feel amazing, but he's also able to control the movement, and watch you at the same time. He'd grip onto the sides of your head while you hold your tits in place, while he's bearing his hips forward to purposefully buck himself forward enough to have his cockhead bump against your bottom lip. The look of hunger in your eyes, with the feeling of your heated skin gliding against his dick and the saliva making a mess out of you both, is enough to have him coming back and asking for it more often than not.

Jealousy Dave doesn't get easily threatened or uneasy by others very often, but when he does, he becomes irate. It isn't because he doesn't trust you, it's because the idea of someone you both don't know personally trying to get close to you or touch you makes his skin crawl. He's gone through being unwantedly touched and flirted with himself, and he does all that he possibly can to ensure that you feel safe with him around. So, when someone who can obviously see that you two are together tries to take advantage of you or becomes overly pushy, he loses his cool. It's only happened once or twice, and luckily you and a few others were able to hold him back and calm him down before anything drastic could happen. Not without a few punches being thrown beforehand, and a beer bottle or two being cracked open and strewn around in a fit of anger. Regardless of how he's still feeling after the fact, his first thought is to make sure you're okay. And once you are, he allows you to check up on him, and bandage his knuckles if necessary.

Kissing It's become a habit that the first one between you two to wake, has to wake the other one up with a kiss in the morning. What begins and starts with a simple peck and a trail of others, soon turns into a lazy morning makeout session. That soon follows with thoughtless and natural ones throughout the remainder of the day. Whether it's while you two are showering together or sitting beside each other, or one of you simply gets the urge to lean in and feel even more connected, you two lose count by the time the afternoon rolls around. For some, it may seem like you two are overcompensating and clingy, but for you two, it's something seamless and thoughtless. When you two become playful and decide to tease each other, they become heavy and wet, with tongues colliding and mouths only disconnecting to suck in shallow depths of air. No matter how long or short you two are apart, you always fall back into each other, with your guys' lips meeting in the middle.

Licking You could be doing something as simple as leaning against Dave's side with his arm resting on your shoulders, and you'll suddenly feel the familiar sensation of his tongue making contact with your cheek or the shell of your ear. It's more to get a sound of shock out of you or playfully get you riled up, and soon, you begin to mimic the behavior. Unfortunately, yet fortunately, it makes you two even more susceptible to making out. And something as small as you sticking your tongue out in a silent rebuttal, can quickly turn into him leaning forward to slide his own against yours, and then sucking the tip of your tongue into his mouth. He's already been one to lick and nip and bite at you, but it increases tenfold, and now there's rarely a time he isn't absentmindedly relaxing his appendage out during a kiss on your shoulder and neck while holding you in his arms. If it's while you two are having sex or in the middle of foreplay, he's damn near lapping at you and trying to familiarize himself with the taste of your skin. He's insatiable when it comes to you.

Masturbation Masturbation isn't much of an option when Dave's around, and that's only because he's so hands on and physically intimate with you. The only time you can remember him having you touch yourself for him, is when you two took polaroids of each other before he went on the road. Phone sex for you two during that time was still exciting when you both had the time to call, but it's nothing in comparison to when you two are actually able to be together in person. The one thing that made it so memorable, was the anticipation you two felt about finally being able to see each other again, and what you two would do when that time would come. And once you were able to see him again and feel him in person, it was electric and worth the wait.

Non-negotiable Dave refuses to be too rough with you, to the point to where you can't sit or comfortably lie down. Don't get him wrong, he enjoys spanking you and leaving marks, overstimulating you. But not to the point to where you're feeling overly sore and out of it afterwards or the next day. He also specifies and goes over the stoplight method with you, when you two decide to go a little bit further into things. You feeling safe and turned on and relaxed is the most important thing to him, and anything that deters that is an automatic no.

Orgasm Your guys' playfulness comes into play here, and so does overstimulation. As much as Dave loves to rile you up and drag things out, so do you. You love to make him writhe and moan, and when possible, have him cum more than once in a row. Watching him orgasm is one of your favorite things, with his hair fanning out below and around him, his chest heaving for breath, and his hips tremor filled underneath your touch. When it's your turn, you're lucky for a one minute break, especially if you have your fun first. Just as much as he is insatiable, he's hardheaded and likes to win. So, if you make him orgasm twice, he's making you cum three times. Depending on how much time you two have to fuck around and enjoy yourselves, things can span out from one hour, all the way out to two or three. Exhausting each other, just to lie down and decompress and come down together, is one of your shared favorite things to do.

Positions Anything from missionary to cowgirl to tabletop is more than fun and welcome, but a favorite of both yours and his is doggy style. With one of his arms wrapped around your middle and dragging you back mid thrust, his other hand trailing itself down your clad skin to recklessly rub and pinch at your clit. Your hands reaching up to blindly grasp at his forearms, even as your vision darkens and swims from all of your pleasure. The top of your head perfectly heightens out at the measurement you need to be able to tilt back and meet his eyes, and you both share a shaky breath as he uses his arms around you as leverage, with your breasts bouncing with the force of his exertion, and with the fight your lungs try to carry out. Every word you're both able to mutter out are filled and laced with directory praises, such as, you feel so good around me, and, please don't stop this time, it's too much, keep going.

Quickie Quickies are something you enjoy, despite loving taking your time with Dave. The excitement and the thrill that comes with them, as well as the high feeling that comes with an almost forced and quickly sought after orgasm, has always been so fun to you. Where you two have them a good majority of the time is in a bathroom at one of the venues, a backstage room's couch or table, or his favorite, against the stage while everyone is out. It's only happened a few times, and the first time he brought up the idea, you were terrified. It was after a two hour show and everybody was either backstage, or drunk off their asses and haphazardly heading back to their car or tour bus. The only things that comforted you at the time was that Dave was there with you, and that the center stage light was already off. The only lights that were visible were the small strobes, and every few seconds, blue and red would cascade themselves on your upper halves and the surrounding stage. You began to loosen up after he reassured you that everything was fine, and once you got into it, you just knew you two had do it again sometime soon. The way your head dipped down while you rode him and the way he curved up to whisper in your ear, the way his nails dug themselves in your hips for grounding as you used the heels of your feet to bear yourself up and down his length with reckless abandon, the echoes of the sounds of your guys' shared pleasure. You two were able to do it again a few months later, and nearly got caught that time around.

Roleplay Despite you two not being too into sexy outfits and dressing up much, you two really enjoy roleplay. The simple fantasies are the most effective, and you enjoy pretending to be lost the most. It seems to work out the best at a venue they'll be staying at for a few days. You'll knock on his backstage door and ask where another room might be, and he'll pretend to take advantage of the fact that you don't know where you're going. He'll invite you in and flirt with you, something casual, yet his body language shows his excitement. You two had met in a similar way, so it's personal, yet still exciting. You'll be able to relive and fulfill what you feel like you should have done that first night you two had originally met, and Dave can feed into his need of constantly wanting to please you, as well as hold onto one of his most treasured memories: the day you were lost, somehow made your way on over to him, and then stayed. When you two roleplay, it isn't when you two decide to get rough. Dave is hesitant with it, because he doesn't want to get too out of character or rough with you, and you find it more comfortable and easy to fully let loose in the safety of your guys' home, rather than at a temporary location.

Sensitivity Dave's most sensitive areas are under his chin, behind his ears, the center of his chest, and right below his navel. Your favorite thing to do is lightly kiss and blow beneath his right ear, while sliding a hand down his middle, and resting it right near his groin. Feeling the way his stomach caves in with a sharp inhale of breath, and the way he shudders when your hand teases the material of his thin shirt up his stomach. By the time you two are in bed, the nights and times you decide to take over and become fully dominant, he's already spacing out, and completely open and prepared for whatever you want to do. Your most sensitive areas are in between your thighs, the backs of your arms, and your spine. One of Dave's favorite positions to have you in is on your knees, with your legs spread wide open, and your face resting on the bed beneath you, or on a pillow. He'll rest on his own behind you, and start off with trailing his lips and tongue down the expanse of your spine, while also running the pads of his fingers over your goosebump ridden thighs and flesh. Once he's done admiring you and leaving a few marks in their wake, he'll flip himself down onto his back, grab you by your knees, and slide you down until you're straddling the tip of his nose. You're barely able to find any stability, before he's pressing it against your clit, and using the top of his pointed tongue to lap at your already slick folds and sex.

Threesome Dave is very protective and possessive of you, so the idea of him sharing you with someone else doesn't seem or feel right. If you brought it up with him and it was a close friend, he might give it some thought, but he'd still most likely say no. He'd done a lot of sleeping around and experimenting before he met and got with you, and during that time, he got most of it out of his system. He loves what he has with you now, and he wouldn't want to jeopardize the trust and stability you two built together, even if it was you or someone within your guys' circle that proposed another attractive woman to him to join.

Universal Just like every other man on the planet, Dave loves receiving head. But to be more specific, Dave loves receiving head from you. Not just for the sensation and the orgasm that comes with it, but because of how you look when you perform it on him. The tears that collect of the sides of your eyes and then slowly fall, the way your nose quivers when you inhale a shaky and shallow breath, the way your eyebrows furrow when you try to take him down to the hilt, the moans you let out that reverberate against his dick and down his spine, when you attempt to fight back a gag. The blush that raises to the tops of your cheeks, and the way you guide a hand of his to the back of your head, once you feel confident enough that your throats fully relaxed. The way you to tap on his thigh once to signal him to slowly start to fuck your mouth, and the way you quickly tap twice to notify him when you need to breathe, and for him to let go. The way you look afterwards, with your spit and his residual seed covering and painting your bottom lip and the top half of your chin. So debauched, and everything he's ever wanted.

Vibrator You love to bring different toys into the bedroom, and he loves to use them on you. You both have multiple, but your shared favorite has got to be the vibrating cock ring. Not only does it rub against your clit in just the right way when he fully buries himself into you, but it also elongates Dave's own orgasms, and it overstimulates him as well. You use it at times when you're giving him a blowjob, and the way in which he loses his mind and spurts and shakes on your tongue, make its better every single time.

Where As much as you two are open minded and adventurous, at home is your two's favorite place to have sex. From the toys to the freedom to do it wherever you'd like, to how loud you two can be, without the fear of notifying someone close by or waking anyone up. You two have had sex in every single room, and on every surface that looked like it could carry at least one of your guys' weights. From the shower to the bathroom counter, to the bathroom floor, just do have another round in bed after those three. It doesn't matter where you two end up, because you'll end up having fun regardless. But being able to relax after, to be able to take your time with the aftercare, to be able to not have to worry about rushing after and keeping a lookout. That's what makes being at home so much better than constantly having to sneak around.

X Factor There isn't a single thing that this man dislikes about you, so it's hard for him to pick a specific trait to single out as his favorite of yours. But if he had to choose just one, he'd choose how accepting you are. You heard about him in passing before you two officially met, and you were told about how temperamental and moody he can be at times. Yet, you were still so open and kind to him. You didn't shy away or treat him differently because of his status, and you made him feel safe and understood because of it. Since you two have gotten together, you've seen him upset and nearly in a blind rage. But not once during those times have you ever flinched away from him, or not try to calm him down. You trusted him to not hurt you despite the stories of him being aggressive, and in turn, he trusted himself enough with you to open up about why he gets like that sometimes. He feels safe with you, and in turn, you feel the exact same way.

Yes and No Yes to being rough and open to exploring bdsm, no to ignoring safe words. Consent and communication are important to the both of you, and you two would never want to purposefully harm each other in way that isn't pleasurable. The basics are fine, such as light bondage, spanking, partial choking, and sex toys. But when it gets to the point to where the overstimulation is no longer feeling pleasurable, or one of you begins to feel overwhelmed, you both step back and give each other room to breathe, especially when safe words and the stoplight method are used.

Zip The only time Dave would be alright with you being quiet, is if you two were in a public setting, or if you had company over, and you two just had to be quiet. There was an incident a while back where you two had been sleeping in separate rooms to make space for friends that were staying over, but on the third night, you just couldn't force yourself to sleep without him any longer. You ended up sneaking downstairs to the lower guest bedroom, and you tiptoed your way over to where he was trying to rest. As if he was expecting you, a side of the bed was left unoccupied, and you climbed right in. Your movement had woken him up, and the relief on his tired face had you leaning in. If it was the limit of proximity from the past few days or his expression that got to you, you weren't entirely sure. But that night, regardless of who was near and trying to sleep, you both took care of each other. The hushed whimpers you both let out, and the nearly muted curses he grunted when you slid his fingers in your mouth while you bounced on top of him to keep yourself quiet and gagged, the way his mouth was gaping open in a quiet moan as you pulsated and writhed against him until he came inside of you and filled you to the brim. You guys were called out and teased for it and given your bedroom back the next day, and regardless of the emanating embarrassment, you were both just grateful to fully be back together once again.

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rockstarslutt · 5 months ago

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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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Thanks for the request‼️‼️‼️

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broidobe · 1 day ago

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𝔧𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔟𝔰

requested!

☾dave doesn't know much about your witchcraft, but when you use a little magic to tease him during sex, he quickly becomes a believer☽

☾warnings: smut, teasing, magic use, power play, light dominance, sensory play, and dave being absolutely wrecked☽

𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ᡣ𐭩 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓬𝓱𝔂 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝜗𝜚 𝓮𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓼

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dave has always been skeptical of the whole witch thing—he never doubted you, exactly, but he just didn't get it. he’d tease you about your candles, the little jars of herbs on your shelves, the way you’d whisper things under your breath when you thought he wasn’t listening.

but now? now he’s gasping beneath you, his back arching as invisible fingers ghost over his skin, teasing every sensitive spot without you even laying a hand on him. his wrists are pinned above his head, not by you, but by something unseen, something you called upon with nothing more than a soft murmur against his lips.

“holy shit—what the fuck—” dave’s voice is wrecked, his head tilting back as he writhes beneath you. “how—fuck, what are you doing to me?”

“just a little magic, baby,” you purr, dragging your nails down his chest. the scratches appear before you even touch him, faint red lines following the path of your fingers like the air itself obeys you. “thought you didn’t believe in this kinda thing?”

his breath stutters, and he tugs at his unseen restraints—he’s strong, but whatever force is holding him is stronger. his pupils are blown wide, lips parted as he watches you, half in awe, half in desperation.

“i—fuck—i believe now,” he groans, hips jerking up as another unseen touch traces down his stomach, pausing just at the waistband of his jeans. “shit, i believe.”

“good,” you smirk, leaning down to press a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. “now let me show you just how powerful i can be.”

his breath hitches as you whisper something low, something in a language he doesn’t understand, and suddenly, his clothes feel too tight, his skin burning with the sensation of phantom hands stroking, teasing, touching him in ways that have him gasping. he bucks his hips, desperate for friction, but you sit just out of reach, watching with a satisfied glint in your eyes.

“please,” he chokes out, his voice barely more than a whimper. “fuck, please, i need—”

“what do you need?” you tilt your head, tracing a single finger along his jaw. the moment your touch leaves him, the invisible ones grow bolder, squeezing his thighs, ghosting over his cock through his jeans, making him gasp. “use your words, dave.”

he growls in frustration, tugging again at the invisible restraints, but his resolve shatters as the unseen touches grow more insistent, teasing him through the fabric, never giving him enough. his body trembles beneath you, sweat slicking his skin as he finally breaks.

“need you,” he gasps, voice raw, desperate. “fuck—need you so bad, please—”

you hum in approval, dragging your nails down his stomach. “that’s better.” with a flick of your wrist, his belt unfastens itself, the button of his jeans popping open as if obeying your silent command. dave shudders as the unseen force tugs his jeans lower, freeing him from the fabric that had become unbearably restrictive.

he barely has time to register the relief before the phantom touches return—only this time, there’s nothing in the way. his head falls back against the pillow, a strangled moan slipping past his lips as the sensations overwhelm him. he’s completely at your mercy, writhing beneath you, utterly wrecked.

and you haven’t even really touched him yet.

“you’re mine,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his ear as your magic continues to work him into a frenzy. “body and soul.”

dave shudders, hands clenching into fists, eyes rolling back as he realizes just how deep he’s in.

and fuck—he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 2 months ago

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HI I wanted to request like, size different and first time with Dave, but maybe like, reader is at his house or something and she has a tendency to steal his stuff (probably bracelets, cuffs) Dave finds her in one of his shirts and it drives him wild. I leave it up to you but also I really love your writing!!

A/n: I KEEP STARTING FICS WITH MOTIVATION AND RIGHT AS I GET TO THE SMUT I LOSE IT 😫

Warnings: smut, size difference, rough sex, manhandling, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

He looks fucking ethereal 😩

Dave caught you stealing his things more times than he could count, but he didn't mind since you almost always returned them and it was always just little things; a bracelet here, a brush there.

Of course he knew he was bigger than you, he was bigger than a lot of people. You'd use it to your advantage when you were in bed with him doing domestic things; laying on top of him, letting him spoon you, playing with his hands. You'd use him for warmth and he knew it.

So Dave knew he was bigger than you, he just hadn't realized how much bigger, and he definitely didn't realize how much it turned him on until he walked in on you getting ready for bed in his shirt.

You hadn't been seeing each other for that long, Dave had hired you to watch his house while he was on tour but he quickly grew a fondness for you. Instead of paying you he just let you live in his house, which made the relationship work great.

Earlier while you were making breakfast, part of your daily tasks, you realized you were running low on groceries. Your plan had been to clean all day and you hadn't factored in any time to leave so you made a list and asked Dave to get food on his way back home.

You were helping him get everything put away, it was late and you were tired, Dave could see you struggling to keep your eyes open.

"I can finish the rest." He said, pulling you to his side and kissing your forehead. "Go get ready for bed, you can barely keep your eyes open." He gave you butt a gentle pat and sent you on your way upstairs to your shared room while he finished getting everything put away.

When he was done he went upstairs, expecting to find you already crashed in bed as usual. He didn't think to check the bed before he went to the bathroom, the lights were off and the pillows resembled you in the sheets enough.

He froze in the doorway to the bathroom, seeing you brushing your teeth at the sink in nothing but an old band shirt of his. The way it draped over your figure, the sleeves coming down around your elbows.

You spat in the sink as he came up behind you. "What do you think you're wearing?" He asked, tone dark and voice gravelly as he spoke.

You blinked at him through the mirror, looking over yourself tiredly. "Beatles." You mumbled.

"I see that." He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on the top of your head. "I meant, what are you doing wearing my shirt?"

You stared at yourself in the mirror a moment longer, running your toothbrush under water. You shrugged and set your brush in its place, taking a swig of water and moving it around your mouth before spitting it out.

"It's big." Dave hummed in agreement, eyeing your body closely through the loose fabric. "And comfy... smells like you..." You turned around in his arms to face him, shoving your face in his chest and wrapping your arms around him.

Dave lifted you up with ease, hands cupping your ass so he could carry you out of the bathroom and to the bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed and crawled on top of you. "You're tiny." He mused, kissing the tip of your nose.

You chuckled softly. “That’s mean.”

“I mean it.” He said, leaning closer and pushing his face into your neck. “You’re so small… how has no one broke you yet?” He pushed his hands under the hem of the shirt you wore, tracing the curve of your hips. “I should just be grateful that I get to do it, huh?” He asked, tugging your panties down.

You were tired and debated telling him to stop, but you also knew how caring he could be, and how easily you fell asleep when he made you cum.

You lifted your hips to help him take your panties off.

He ran his hands over your legs after tossing the small garment aside, cherishing the feel of your supple skin on his rough callouses.

He pulled his hands back and threw his shirt off, followed by his jeans and boxers. It’s not that you hadn’t done anything, of course you had, just not sex. Blowjobs, handjobs, mostly Dave was doing it to you because he liked hearing the noises you made, the small whines and soft moans.

Dave got off to making you feel good, it wasn’t a secret, but right now he wanted nothing more than to use you.

He ran his hands over your legs once more before hooking them under your thighs and pushing them up to your stomach, knees at your chest.

Your eyes widened and you yelped when he manhandled you, pushing you into the mattress with his weight. He smiled down at you. “That’s just perfect.” He mused. “Now hold them there for me.” You were hesitant but did as he ordered, holding yourself open for him.

Dave ran a finger through your slick folds, gathering your wetness and pushing a finger into you. “What a sweet thing, already so wet and I haven’t even done anything yet.” You clenched around his digit, biting your lip.

He pulled his finger back out and moved over you, lining himself up with your hole and pushing in, watching you writhe underneath him.

He brushed your hands off yourself and held your thighs tightly, mercilessly pounding into you as your moans filled the room.

You expected something sweet, the normal Dave that would talk you through it and focus on how good you felt, not the Dave that stared at the bulge in your stomach and pressed his palm down on it, not the Dave that squished and pushed and forced you into new positions.

Still, that look in his eyes, the way his lip curled. You called out his name, begging to cum.

“Aw, pretty girl thinks she’s good enough for that?” He grunted out, hips slamming into yours at a brutal pace. Your body was flushed, a thin layer of sweat covering you. He leaned down, hooking your knees over his shoulders.

His thrusts got faster, more desperate. “Fuck,” he grunted. “I fill you up so good, you’re so fucking tight.” You whined, clawing at his shoulder and burying your face in the crook of his neck, his thick hair covering you.

“Every inch.” He mused. “Every single fucking inch of you, mine.” His kissed along your neck, not slowing his pace. “All fucking mine.” He bit down on your neck, hard enough to leave a mark.

Your eyes rolled back, unable to stop yourself from giving in to the pleasure he was giving you. You moaned out his name, body melting into the mattress.

He let you ride out your high, coaxing you through it as he always did with praised and words of affection. “There you go, just let it out, darling, let me make you feel good.”

However, when you were twitching as you came down from it he didn’t stop. He pulled away for a second and flipped you over, forcing your head into the pillow and holding your ass up for him. “Pretty bunny.” He purred, leaving a last kiss on your shoulder before thrusting into you again.

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ghostbustting · 5 months ago

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HEY LOVEEE! Could you write some Dave fluff where he’s tough on the outside but really soft on the inside and he’s super clingy and tall are just cuddling and every time you kiss him he blushes like crazy and gets nervous and he’s just subby😭😭 sorry if it’s too much

♯ ; '𝑻𝑰𝑳 𝑰 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝒀𝑨 ༘⋆

Dave Mustaine x Reader.

Purely Fluff.

Song; ('Til) I Kissed Ya by The Everly Brothers.

Years passes by and changes, changes happen now and then, people come and go, new faces here and there. The evolution that goes on every year is just the way things go. And the way things go was something he was getting used to, leaving it up to fate to handle. But there wasn't quite a turn like this one, somehow he always found this one turn to be rather strange.. yet he can't help but love it either.

Two years ago, Dave Mustaine wouldn't have believed in a relationship pure of love and affections instead of pure lust and sex. His image was clear to anyone that knew his name and his career. He was... tough, some may say, fights often happen here and there. The history he had with women around wasn't so much of a secret either. Being the rockstar he is, a new girl— or specifically, a new groupie, was what he predicted every single night.

That's until you came into the picture.

You and the power you held to make his knees go so fucking weak.

One of the most cliché things in the romance world was the so called feeling of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Dave found it to be so ridiculous that anyone would ever use that description of a feeling. But God, what else can he use to describe what he felt whenever your lips met even just a single bit of his skin?

He never even believed his cheeks were ever capable to 'blush' at anything till you pointed it out one morning when you woke up in each other's arms, nose touching. Sometimes you found it rather amusing at how quick his tough image melt whenever you look at him with a simple look of love.

There was just something in you that he couldn't handle. Always able to break through his walls and lure the vulnerability buried in him out. He never got the chance to find out whether it was your touch, your smile, your eyes, your words, or just purely your loveable soul.

This rare side of his would often be found at nights such as this one where you would stand and admire him in the backstage as you watch him walk off the stage, being showered with cheers and screams of his fans as he does so. The moment he step into the backstage and his eyes land on your figure, the slight furrow of his eyebrows immediately faded away and you could've sworn the gaze those hazel eyes held softens.

Dave walks up to you and smiles widely, almost looking like an excited schoolboy talking to his crush. "Hi." He breathed out, eyes taking in the sight of you as he rest his hands on your cheeks, fingerpads pressed on the soft skin. "How.. How'd I do? Did you like the show? Was it good?" It was adorable how much concern was in his eyes and voice, as if he didn't want to disappoint you. He truly don't.

"Wonderful. You get better every single day." You'd answer him, smiling softly at his affections with a small amused chuckle. The subtle yet somewhat also not subtle submission he had for you was something you enjoyed and wanted to cherish, who else would get the chance to make Dave Mustaine's face as red as his own gorgeous locks of hair?

The look in his eyes only lightened up when you said that, smile widening that it seems like his cheeks would hurt. His hands slowly trails to your arms till he reach your own hands, interwining both of your hands together like an unbreakable bond. "Really? That's good.. very good."

A small soft laugh leave his lips, he just can't help but feel so joyful around you, the love blooming in his chest just makes him want to jump up and down with you in his arms.

That is when three of his bandmates entered the room, chicks— groupies, hanging under their arms like they were their property, at that moment they probably allowed themselves to be.

Almost instantly, Dave coughed and took one hand off you, throwing his other arm over your shoulder instead as he replace the soft, cute smile with a big cocky smirk you'd often find him use on his band posters. "Ladies." Pushing his hair back with his free hand, he winked at the girls, yet the hand around your shoulders squeezed your shoulder— almost to assure you that he was is yours and yours only.

As the girls blush and giggle at the sight of Dave, you could almost roll your eyes at his silly scenarios, a knowing grin on your lips as you look up at the taller boy, who leaned down to your ear, "C'mon." Dave whispered in such an urgent tone that you could've laughed out loud.

With his arm still over your shoulders, he led you out of the room and into the empty hallway of the backstage, a big sigh leaving Dave's lips the moment the door of the room was closed shut. The hallway was mainly quiet and quite literally deserted although chaos was still heard out in the venue as people make their way out.

Dave's arm slid down and he held your hand again, fingers interlocked and arms swinging back and forth like little kids.

You didn't stop walking till he did, watching him slowly lean his body against the wall with a huff, a piece of his ginger locks moving out of his face frame. The smile from earlier never left your face, still lingering on while you watch his soft eyes stare back into yours, the cockiness gone over a few simple seconds of escaping the groupies.

Dave himself was lost in thoughts. Thoughts of you. Until this moment here, he still can never explain what this feeling is. Well, he never felt a feeling quite like this until he kissed you, can't even believe how he existed till he kissed you.

"You cut your hair." He mumbled, not in a question, but a statement.

An eyebrow raised as a slow chuckle was pulled out of your throat, "No? I mean– I did trim it a little to make it neat, but it was just a small trim, how did you notice?" Your hand instinctively start moving towards your hair, which was interrupted by Dave's own hand already stroking your hair with the slender fingers he'd use to strum and shred his guitar.

He was lost in the soft feeling of the strands and playing with it, your soft hair gently wrapping around his finger just like how he was wrapped around your own little finger. "I just do. Don't question it." He whispered with a small cheesy smile.

Before a single sound could even slip past your lips, his arms flew around your waist all of a sudden, bringing you in for a warm and tight embrace. The strength of his arms cause both of your shoes to be lift from the surface of the floor, a yelp being let out from you as your hands immediately held his shoulders. His fingers were grasping onto you tightly, scared of letting go, scared of never being able to feel your body underneath his touch.

"Dave!" You laughed with your arms around his neck now, faces inches away as a wide smile was plastered onto his face, eyes admiring every single inch of yours as if you were an art to be cherish and look after.

To him, you truly are one of God's wonder. If not a wonder for the world, you really are a wonder for his life.

Kissing him was rather hard to resist with a proximity like this, one of your hand reaching up to lay upon his cheek as your lips inch closer, the smile staying on your lips the moment you kiss him lovingly. After all, seeing the contrast of rosy red on both of his cheeks was one of the things you loved most about him, always made him look so kissable.

When you pull back, he still had his eyes closed with his lips still in that excited and wide smile, small giggles leaving his smile the moment his eyes flutter open. His hand held one of yours and led it down to his chest, right where you feel his heart beating hard and fast.

"Feel that? Only you can do that to me." Dave's voice whispered.

You couldn't help but laugh, "I think it's pretty obvious by now." You spoke, gently interlocking your hand with his and bringing his up to your lips, a soft peck to his knuckles. One peck and a glance at him and he's already blushing mad, looking away.

At first he thought it was pathetic, seeing it as a weakness that he so willingly showed to you. Yet now he found his own reactions to be the only rightful reaction to whatever the hell you are doing to him, whether it's love or witchcraft or fate, he doesn't care.

He just loves feeling this way. He loves feeling what you make him feel.

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