#i love megadeth

[maverickman5k]

I fucking love dave mustaine

[blacklipstick]

Mood tbh

[we-will-swallow-your-soul]

[atsuusaan]

i've been experimenting with decorating💥💥💥

[epiclamer]

Dun dun duuuuunnnnnn

Whatever it was that the villain had expected to see when they opened the door, this was not it.

Their hero, their nemesis, their enemy; any name, any title could’ve been used here, but it did not by any means describe their Hero. This was not Hero. This was somebody else entirely.

If the term somebody could even be appropriate in this case.

In front of the villain, stood the city’s one and only saviour, covered from head to toe in blood, scars, and scrapes. Someone who used to be, still was? Never was? Had been? Villain didn’t know, but it was unmistakeably this capital’s number one appointed protector.

They gagged—almost retched—towards the floor beneath them. Their senses were completely overloaded, their brain was being flooded by different overwhelming sensations each second: the red of the blood, the smell of the flesh, the taste of the iron.

Villain’s body seemed to freeze at the sight, allowing ample time for their eyes to suck it all in and their stomach to perform aerobatics. “H-Hero—” The words were thick, partially muted by another dry heave.

“Villain.”

They hated the way they spoke with no emotion.

“W-What…” They couldn’t hold back their horror any longer. “What did you do?”

The city’s saviour barely blinked. They turned their head back towards the bloodshed behind them, regarding it with blank eyes. “This? You mean?” They gestured with their hands and specks of blood flew from their fingertips.

Villain couldn’t tell whose blood was whose, some came from the bodies littering the floor, some came from the libertine themselves, it all mixed together; flotsam and jetsam. The criminal could barely stand the sight while holding their lunch.

“This is what I am, Villain. This is what the Agency trained me to be.”

The villain gagged, eyes watering, they cupped a hand to their face. “No…”

“Yes, Villain.”

“Stop.” Their head was reeling, their knees felt weak. When the other stepped forward, the villain stepped back.

“You know it’s true.” They spoke, but it didn’t sound like Hero. “You choose to push the truth away, but we both know what I really am.”

Villain gasped, lungs sucking in fresh, clean, un-bloodied air now that they had stepped out of the room. They needed to clear their head, this wasn’t the hero they knew so well.

“T-The Agency—”

“They trained me. They made me their weapon.”

“N-No—”

“Villain you know it’s true.” They snapped, startling the criminal; they had never known their hero to bite.

To calm their racing heart the villain had to back up again, they had to get away from Hero all that blood. Every step they took jolted their body in a way that shook their core, the other followed after them, tracking bloody footprints across the hotel carpet.

God, they were really going to be sick.

Villain took a deep breath, focusing on the steady in and out of their air. “T-The Agency used you— Hero you’re n-not a weapon.”

The other backed them up and into a wall—cornering them with their frame. “When will you learn, Villain. This is what I am, this is how I was programmed. You can’t fix me.” They punctuated their final statement with a jab to the criminal’s chest, earning themselves a violent flinch from the contact.

The words burnt into the villain’s brain as the other strode off, showing the slightest hint of anger in their step, but aside from that? Nothing. They remained soulless as ever.

That, however, would not be enough to deter the villain. They would simply need a different approach.

[exhumetoc0nsume]

hey guys

[valoriesgrave]

nobody understands how obsessed i am with these middle aged men

[stevenssticks]

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

specifically w this dave bc woah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mxstaines]

RUTHIES INN :: 1984-1985

[dave-me0wstaine]

Hear me out... Dave Mustaine findin' out orgasms can help with cramps, and it just so happens that his girl is on her period. Like, this man is overstimulatin' her with how many orgasms he's forcin' out of her, still careful with her, yet desperate to help her. Yk?

these two asks came in pretty close together and are quite similar, so i'll be answering them together!

in sfw terms, i think dave would be extremely sweet to you. if he's younger, i think he wouldn't quite understand how periods could be so dreadful, he really just sees them as a mild inconvenience, although he knows better than to say that out loud. he'd make sure that you'd get anything and everything you needed, whether it be snacks, blankets, or medicine.

if we're talking about older dave (think mid-90s and onward) he'd wait on you damn near hand-and-foot. like you wouldn't get up to do anything. like i think he'd even run any errands you had to do that week. and he'd be so cuddly. he'd constantly have a hand on your stomach, smoothing his hand across your flesh.

and maybe one night, he's rubbing your stomach and planting small kisses on your neck. one thing leads to another, and you two have sex, and to both of your surprises, your cramps diminish significantly. once dave finds this out, all hell breaks loose. he almost gets excited each month when your period comes, cause he knows he gets to make you cum on his fingers.

he'd overstimulate you, but somehow be so gentle about it that you barely notice that you're being overstimulated. once he's made you cum, he lets you catch your breath, and slowly starts rubbing his thumb over your clit, making you whine and mewl. and omg the entire time he'd be whispering sweet nothings, things like '"there you go, baby, just let me take care of you, yeah? let me make you feel good, make the pain go away. atta girl,"

[iheartjameshetfield]

there’s just something about the way dave says pay the price in countdown of extinction that makes me want to ******** ***** ** **** *** and also ******* *** *********

HES SO

[skinbeneaththeskull]

if yall don't send me dilf dave reqs.......... PLEASE I PROMIESE I WILL WRITE THEM I CANT GET THE BRAINROT OUT OF MY HEAD

[blacklipstick]

megadave

[cud-less]

hottest man on fucking earth

[atsuusaan]

something like this situation between them recently came to my mind and I drew it

[runaa666]

I want to be Dave's bratty gf so bad!!!!!!

like in early days of megadeth girls just pay attention to him and ignore you as if he's the only one in the band. And she has a too big ego to explain to Dave that she is uncomfortable with this situation..

And just as he ignores her, she ignores him and starts flirting with random guys at the bar..

(And it ends with rough sex in the bar bathroom 🥰)

this is a very interesting request!!! i had a good time writing it sooo

summary: reader acting like she's single, dave letting her know that pussy has an owner.

dave's face was red from laughing so hard, you could see from a distance how his chest was swelling with pure ego that was being fed by those girls around him. sometimes rolling his curls on her fingers or "friendly" touching his chest. dave didn't seem to care, but he wasn't stopping it either, and it was driving you fucking crazy.

you were in the corner of the bar, dave hadn't even noticed that you'd gone to get another drink to try to take out your frustration on something, or rather drown it in alcohol. you looked sideways, listening to him talk but not really understanding what he was really saying, but anyway, those girls kept laughing, that screeching laughter intended to get attention, to let dave know that they were definitely interested in what he was saying and how he was saying it. your boyfriend definitely knew what he was doing and was used to having groupies around him.

you sighed and drank the last of your drink down to the bottom and took one last look at dave who was still smiling fractionally at all those groupies who were holding him back. then, you moved your gaze around the bar, it wasn't really that early, but it was still decently crowded, enough to see a couple of men looking at you from afar and exchanging glances between them, you smiled at the one you thought was most willing to approach you and it wasn't long before he did. being encouraged by his friends and walking confidently to the seat next to you, giving you an up and down glance.

"you didn't arrive alone but now you are." he said, smiling at you. "i'm not complaining anyway. did you have a fight with your boyfriend?"

"something like that. he doesn't know it yet." you respond without breaking eye contact, key to keeping him interested.

he laughed and kept talking for a few more minutes, knowing the basics about each other but it was totally obvious that the guy wanted to kiss you completely and was looking for the right moment to do it. it's not like you cared, and you couldn't concentrate much knowing you felt dave's fucking gaze on the back of your neck. you just knew, you could feel it so vividly that you didn't even need to look to where he was to confirm it. but you did anyway, and oooh shit.

he wasn't laughing, he wasn't blinking, he didn't even seem to be breathing right now. he kept his gaze fixed on you, and you couldn't deny that things were getting fun. so you smiled at him amused and looked back at the guy in front of you. not even listening to what he was saying, but paying enough attention to him to make him feel special and rest his hand on your leg to whisper something in your ear. then, pulling your hand to guide you to the bathroom quickly. you were really going to do it? while you were walking you were looking for dave, but he wasn't where he was before, and you couldn't find him, your heart started beating hard while you were following that guy without saying anything, dragging your eyes all over the place to look for your boyfriend, you were so focused on that, that you were startled when the guy spoke, or rather whimpered.

"ah! what the fuck, man!" he complained stepping back and letting go of your hand to rub his recently sensitive wrist. "why did you do that?!"

"get the fuck out of here before it's your neck i twist this time."

you heard this voice, his voice. you looked over the guy's shoulder to see him. dave was all red in the face from how angry he was, he was fucking jealous, he was outraged at you, and when he turned to look at you, you felt your legs go weak and your lip tremble slightly. you blinked several times not quite knowing what to say.

"you're coming with me."

he pulled on your wrist not hard enough to hurt you like that guy who kept complaining about, but hard enough that you couldn't do anything about it and followed him into the bathroom and blocked the door behind you. without even being able to do anything when he pushed you into the wall to pin you down by putting one leg between yours and holding both your hands, getting dangerously close to your face.

"what the fuck do you think you're doing? is that your new boyfriend? is that what this is about?"

he claimed in a husky, heavy voice, you could feel his hot breath hitting your face and you had to clear your throat to articulate a word, but in fact, he had nothing to complain about, not after behaving like a total bitch all night.

"fuck you. you were stuck on those girls all night. they drool all over you and you did nothing to stop them."

he raised an eyebrow and looked you in the eye.

"so that's it? you want revenge for talking to those bitches? you know they mean nothin' to me. instead that motherfucker seemed to be undressing you with his eyes."

"he did pay attention to me."

he rolled his eyes in annoyance and moved closer to you.

"so you can do it but if i do it you get mad?"

"will you go through with it? i don't care about them, you know that."

yeah, he was angry, but not as angry as before, he seemed to want to achieve something else, another purpose by getting this close, as if he wanted to keep feeling your body pressed against his and how his knee brushed weakly against your thighs and crotch. he was looking into your eyes, but also your hair and lips. just as the tip of his nose wandered down your cheek until it went down to your neck.

"i should dry fuck you right now to make sure you never behave like that again."

you gasped as you felt his knee begin to move circularly pressed to your crotch and his fingers crawled quickly under your cute black top.

"but since i'm pious, i won't. the part of you being dry, i mean." he whispered in your ear.

"dave i-"

"no. whatever you say won't change anything, just shut up and deal with it. did you hear me?"

you nodded weakly, your mind beginning to cloud from lack of stimulation. you couldn't deny that the constant rubbing of his knee was affecting you.

"good, now turn around for me."

he didn't even wait for you to do it when he grabbed your hips hard and did it himself, thrusting his hips into your ass immediately. with one hand he ran through your hair to see your pretty face against the wall tile, smiling as the coldness of it hit you unexpectedly and made you gasp again.

"gonna' let you know how much i love you baby."

he put two fingers together and pushed them into your entrance still above the fabric of your panties, just to tempt you, sometimes dragging them towards your clit, he kept going until he felt your panties were wet enough for him to stick a finger inside now for real, trying to ease the ache between his legs by stroking himself with his other palm.

you lifted your ass up needy, yes, you really were, you could never resist how well dave always touched you, even more so after an argument, just so he could appreciate how your pride that remained intact quickly crumbled when it came to him touching just the right spots to make you fall for him.

and he always ended up winning.

"c'mon, dave…"

"ow, i'm boring my girl…? maybe you should go with that guy from earlier then. you want me to call him?"

you shook your head, and he smiled as he whispered in your ear.

"so who do you want?"

"you."

there it was; the confirmation he needed to hear. you were immature enough to go with someone else but he was bitchy enough to rock it, so he didn't make you wait any longer as he released his aching, hard cock from his pants and slipped inside your dripping pussy completely.

"fuuuck, baby. always so good for me." he grunted as he began to move at a decent pace as to make you bite your lip trying not to make a sound. dave slid one of his hands from your clitoris to your chest, trying to stimulate you enough so you couldn't stifle the moans and whimpers you were now throwing into the air.

he smiled and pulled on your hair making you whine, hitting your sweet spot over and over again as if to make you moan out loud. with any luck, the noise outside would dull yours and so go unnoticed, but this place seemed cheap enough for sound to get through these thin walls.

dave didn't seem to care either way. he tugged on your hair and whispered in your ear.

"being unintentionally loud or are you trying to let those girls out there know you're having a good time with me? slick girl, you don't mind sounding like a whore if it means knowing you're my whore."

he sped up his thrusts and threw his head back in consumed pleasure, letting out low moans and squeezing your hips hard with his other free hand, clenching his jaw as he felt you close around him as a sign that you were already so close. quickly moving his fingers around your clitoris to wrap you tighter around his cock until you reached orgasm making your legs weaken, dave had to hold you down so you wouldn't end up on the floor and pinning you even tighter to the wall to keep you standing while you received his cock over-stimulating you to the max, he held the back of your neck as he thrust for the last few times until he released all his cum inside you, resting his chin on your shoulder near your ear feeling his hot, rapid breathing.

"that's it, baby." he lightly smacked your butt before kissing your cheek. "see how much i love you… only i can make you feel like this. i'll never ignore you again, okay sweetie?" he whispered in your ear.

you nodded slightly and he hugged you from behind.

"now let's get out of this place, i have other plans for us tonight at home."