#megadeth fluff

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 28: Hands

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, hand kink, breakup, fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

You had been friends with Dave for forever, he’d crash at your house all the time when his mom kicked him out. He was always nice to you and was pretty protective over you.

When you got older you still didn’t stray far from him, he stayed your protector and you stayed his home away from home. Even as his bands got bigger, especially Megadeth, you still stuck together.

You refused to notice how long you stared at his hands, ever. While he was playing guitar you’d watch his fingers dance over the frets on the neck, you’d watch the veins bulge over the back of his palm.

Late at night you’d crawl into bed and pretend it was his hands touching you, but it was never enough. His hands were bigger, more experienced, but he wasn’t yours.

You came home from work one day, exhausted and totally drained. The house echoed with Dave’s guitar playing, loud, fast and aggressive, more so than usual.

“Davie?” You called, knocking on his studio door before entering, knowing he wouldn’t have heard you anyway. “Davie, what happened?” You asked. He stopped playing when he saw you.

He huffed and shook his head, setting his guitar aside. “Don’t worry about it.” He said, leaning his head back and patting his thigh, which you took as a signal for you to sit down.

You curled up in his lap, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and resting your head against him. “Bad day?” You asked, looking up at him to find him staring down at you with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah, my girlfriend broke up with me.” He said, eyes flickering over you. “The fuck are you doing?” He was in fact not offering you a seat but instead wiping the sweat off his hand on his pant leg.

Your eyes widened and you stammered out something of an apology. “I just- I thought that when-when you did that, um, that thing that you wanted, uh…” You trailed, struggling to come up with anything.

He breathed out a heavy sigh, bringing his arms around you and pulling you closer, enjoying the weight on him whether he’d expected it or not. He brought a hand to your head, pulling you closer and petting your hair.

“It’s fine.” He mumbled into your hair. “I’m just tired, and pissed… it’s nice to come home to a pretty girl I know loves me.” You felt your cheeks warm at that, his hands in your hair on your leg didn’t help. “I don’t tell you that enough, huh?” He asked, moving to look at you.

You looked back up at him. “Don’t tell me what?”

“How pretty you are.” He said, smiling down at you. “Fuck, I mean, I’m out there getting whatever I can and you’re back here, always.” He said, talking with his hands. “You’re always here for me, and I don’t tell you enough but I do appreciate you.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face and you relaxed further into him. “And I do hear you at night.” Your head shot up at that.

“You-you hear me- what? What do you hear?” You asked, wanting to pretend that you don’t touch yourself to the thought of him.

He laughed at your reaction and shook his head, moving you in his lap so your back was against his chest, your head leaning back on his shoulder. “Nothing bad, just little sounds… you whine a lot, cry a lot.” Your body tensed as his trailed his hands down your sides, lifting up your shirt. “You need daddy so fucking bad don’t you, sweetheart?” He purred in your ear.

You nodded, twitching as his hand moved down to your shorts, pushing them down and having you kick them off to the ground, leaving you in just your pink panties in his lap.

“Please, daddy.” You whined, already wet from his voice and hands roaming over you.

He rubbed you through your panties, a wet spot forming on them before he tugged them down. “You’re gonna be a good girl, right? A good girl for daddy?” You nodded, happily opening your mouth for him to slip two fingers in past your lips, not that he needed anything more to substitute as lube on you.

He coated your cunt in your saliva and pushed his fingers into you, giving you a moment to adjust before he started moving them, curling and prodded to see what made you feel good.

Dave brought his other hand to your mouth. “I’ve seen you watch my hands, doll face, you’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” He was right, of course he was right, he knew you so well, better than you knew yourself at times, still he didn’t know your body yet and was eager to learn what made you tick.

He tracked every noise, finding out what spot made your back arch and when he found it he hit it over and over just to hear you squeal. He turned you to puddy in his hands, an aching ball of pleasure

Your juices ran down his hand, dripping onto the chair, the floor, your knees hooked over his while praised flowed from him straight to your ears.

“Thank you, sweetheart, I needed something to go right today.” He said, kissing your cheek as your walls fluttered around his fingers.

“I-I did good?” You asked, looking at him with tired eyes, chest rising and falling with heavy pants.

Dave chuckled lowly. “You did almost perfect for me.”

“Almost?” You asked, a pout coming to your lips.

He smiled darkly at you, leaning closer to your ear. “On your knees, bitch.”

[ghostbustting]

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.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

heeyy can you do a fic about Dave and fem reader getting caught in the act for their child? Like a bit of smut and then comedy fluff, please

Thanks!

I hope you like it!❤

Tangled up in trouble

It all started with a look.

Dave had been giving me that maddeningly smug grin all day—the one that made my stomach flutter no matter how long we’d been together. It started during dinner, where he kept brushing his knee against mine under the table, and it only escalated as we cleaned up. His hand lingered on my waist a second too long; his lips brushed the shell of my ear when he whispered, “Need help?”

By the time we finally crawled into bed, I was done playing coy.

“Do you always have to be such a menace?” I teased as I slipped under the covers.

Dave smirked, climbing in after me and pulling me close. “You love it.”

“Do I?”

He didn’t answer with words, just a kiss that stole my breath. His hands roamed my body, sliding under my shirt to find bare skin. I sighed, melting into him as his lips trailed down my neck.

“Been thinking about this all day,” he murmured against my skin.

I laughed softly, tangling my fingers in his hair. “Between all the chaos with the kids?”

“All of it,” he said, his voice low and heated.

His kisses grew more insistent, his hands working with a practiced ease to tug my shirt off, followed by the rest of my clothes. He hovered over me, his gaze dark with affection and desire.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine.

I arched into him, breathless as his touch ignited every nerve ending. “Less talking, more action,” I managed to gasp.

He chuckled but obeyed, trailing kisses down my body as his hands coaxed soft moans from my lips. Every movement was deliberate, his focus solely on me, and it wasn’t long before I was trembling beneath him, his name spilling from my lips like a prayer.

When he kissed his way back up, his grin was both tender and smug. “You okay?”

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t hide the smile tugging at my lips. “You’re insufferable.”

“And you love it,” he repeated, leaning down for another kiss.

But just as things were heating up again, the door creaked open.

“Mom? Dad?”

The sound of her voice was like a bucket of cold water.

Dave froze, his head snapping toward the door like a deer caught in headlights. I barely had time to yank the blanket up to cover us before our six-year-old daughter shuffled into the room, clutching her stuffed bunny.

“What are you doing?” she asked, blinking sleepily.

“Uh—” My brain flatlined.

“Wrestling!” Dave blurted out, sitting up carefully to keep the blanket in place.

I turned to glare at him. Wrestling? That was the best he could come up with?

“Wrestling?” she repeated, tilting her head.

“Y-Yeah!” I said, nodding like a lunatic. “Daddy’s really bad at it, so I was winning.”

Dave shot me a look that screamed Are you serious?, but I ignored him.

Our daughter frowned, clutching her bunny tighter. “Why was Mommy saying your name like that?”

My face burned, and I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Dave cleared his throat, scrambling for an answer. “Uh… because I was losing! And, uh, begging for mercy!”

Her frown deepened. “Mommy sounded mad. Was she mad at you?”

“No!” I said quickly, laughing nervously. “Not mad. Just… frustrated! Because I was winning. Right, Dave?”

“Right,” he agreed, nodding too quickly.

She looked between us, clearly skeptical, before sighing. “If you’re not mad, why were you making all that noise?”

Dave’s eyes went wide, and I buried my face in my hands, praying for the earth to swallow me whole.

“I—uh—we’re just loud wrestlers!” Dave said, his voice a little too cheerful. “It’s very competitive.”

Our daughter stared at us for a moment longer before shrugging. “Okay. But you woke me up. Next time, wrestle quieter.”

With that, she turned and padded back to her room, leaving the door wide open behind her.

The second she was out of sight, I collapsed onto the bed, covering my face with a groan.

“Loud wrestlers?” I repeated, my voice muffled by my hands.

“Hey, I panicked!” Dave shot back, flopping onto his back beside me.

“You panicked? You’re the one who said we were wrestling! Who even says that?”

Dave grinned, turning to face me. “Well, it worked, didn’t it?”

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “We’re never living this down.”

“Definitely not.” He pulled me into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “But for the record, you were winning.”

“Damn right I was.

As I nestled against him, I sighed, exhaustion creeping in. Parenthood had its challenges, and interruptions like this were just part of the chaos. But moments like this—messy, awkward, and hilarious—reminded me why I wouldn’t trade our life for anything.

Next time, though, the door would be locked.

[dave-me0wstaine]

Imagine Dave with a super clingy gf

Like she’s just constantly trying to cuddle with him and following him around like a lost puppy.🙁

anon, you're a genius!! dave can be a little mean, a little rough around the edges, and you'd think that he'd hate something like this, but i think he'd lowkey adore having a clingy girlfriend. idk something about it would boost his ego.

he loves having you in his arms, so you being clingy is honestly a benefit in his eyes. dave comes to expect your touch, so any time he goes to sit on the couch, he extends his arms, beckoning you for a cuddle session, which you happily agree to.

also i think it would be really cute if in the winter, you get extremely clingy. like, to the point that if he gets up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, you toddle along behind him, wrapped in the blanket and whining about how cold you are <3

sometimes you worry that you get a little annoying, but he's always quick to pull you in a hug and reassure you that he wouldn't have you any other way <33

[accihoe]

Come Here And Let Me Hold You

I received horrible gut wrenching news yesterday and I've tried multiple different fanfics of the Metallimen with different scenarios and genres, but they just ain't working. So here's my first Dave fic 😘

Pairing: Dave Mustaine x fem!reader

Summary: After receiving horrible news, Dave just needs someone to hold him.

Warnings: me. Jokes. Mentions of alcohol abuse? One swear word. Don't cuss kids

A/n: different story, same drill, love ya strangers of the freak net

Written in his pov, which I don't do, so, I apologize if it's eh.

Xxxx

They kicked me out, no warning whatsoever. I pitched, woken up rudely only to be told off and sent away. Apparently, it's my drinking problem, which I'll admit I have, but so do they.

I kept my tears far away from my waterline, but I knew my skin was definitely flushed, like it was every time I was trying not to cry. I knew there would only be one place to find solace and comfort and headed straight there. After I got off the one way.

And no, surprisingly, not the bar. As soon as she opened the door, I let the tears fall.

"Oh Davie, oh honey, what happened?"

She asked gently, stepping aside to let me in. She stumbled back from the amount of force I used to fall into her warmth. But her arms wrapped around my shoulders, not even a moment later. My shoulders shook with every sob as I clung to her, fists balled into her Thin Lizzy shirt.

"Baby whats 'a matter?"

She sounded panicked. I pulled back, staring at her. I felt my lip quiver. She reached out, wiping my cheeks.

"Dave, sweetheart, talk to me. Please tell me what's wrong."

It took just that for me to let it all out, and more.

"I.. they, everything I've worked for, gone!"

"Baby, what?"

She whispered.

"They fired me, Y/N/N, from the band! No warning, no nothing!"

Her brows furrowed in confusion and anger, the motherly anger I saw on her when she was urged to protect her loved ones.

"A-and now, I'm left with nothing. They said it was because of my drinking habit, but they all drink too! I can't understand why-"

A hiccup interrupted me, and I saw her fight to remain stoic and not smile at what she presumably found cute. That fueled my anger. She wanted to laugh at me now? I narrowed my eyes and pushed away from her, storming towards her bedroom.

She locked the door before jogging to me, taking my wrist, which I jerked away.

"I'm pouring my heart out to you and you laugh at me!?"

"Dave, angel, I wasn't laughing."

"I saw it, Y/N, I saw your fucking (sorry for the language) smile."

"Dave, I was smiling because of how adorable you are. I admire you."

"This is the one place I thought I'd get comfort from."

I said before slipping into her room and slamming the door shut, locking it.

"Baby, baby please let me in."

She pleaded, but I marched to the bed and curled up, hugging her pillow to my chest. I knew I was being ridiculous, but I was too upset to care.

"Darling, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have laughed. I know you're hurting, and what they did was terrible. And what I did was uncalled for. Please let me in, I want to hold you."

Though her words tempted me, I refused. Too stubborn to accept love from my girlfriend. I continued sobbing shamelessly, burying my face into the pillow that smelled exactly like her. After a while, sleep consumed my body.

I was awoken by a rattling, and then the creak of her old door. Y/N pushed to door open with her hip. She had a mug in one hand and a bowl in the other.

"Hi honey,"

She whispered, walking up to me. I stayed silent. She placed the mug on the nightstand and the bowl as well. It looked like an extra large Crème Brûlée bowl.

"I made hot coco and s'mores."

"Where's your mug?"

"Don't worry about that now, just sit up for me yeah?"

I reluctantly sat up, sitting against the brick wall. She sat down on the edge of the bed, handing me the mug.

"I'm so sorry for laughing when you needed me, Davie. I really am."

"So is this a pity drink?"

"No, I was going to make some for you anyway."

I tried to take a sip, but the drink was hot. I smiled at her, and she smiled at me.

"Too hot?"

I nodded. She took the drink and placed it on the nightstand before getting me a pair of my pyjamas that she always kept here for me.

"Want to wear your shirt."

"Which one, love?"

"Thin Lizzy. One you've got on."

She slipped off her shirt and handed it to me. I practically ripped my shirt from my body and pulled hers over my head, sighing at the warmth. She sat down next to my feet and lifted them onto her lap, untying my laces. I felt nauseous from the overwhelming amount of love.

No girl I'd ever had had gone as far as taking my shoes off for me when I was feeling low, let alone after I blew off at her.

She slipped my shoes off, placing them neatly next to the bed. I shimmied out of my jeans, slipping the soft shorts on. Y/N put the shirt I'd been wearing on, and it warmed my stomach. She closed and locked the door and sat on the other side of the bed.

I drank my drink, which had thankfully cooled down. But I had no appetite to eat the treats. I suppose she could sense my sadness. She shifted against the wall and held her arms open.

"Come here and let me hold you."

I discarded the drink and shuffled right into her arms, tucking my head underneath her chin. She pulled the covers over my back and moved the other hand to my head, pressing her palm against my ear as she held me to her chest.

My breathing got uneven as I fought off tears. I clenched my fists into the fabric of her my shirt, gnawing at my bottom lip to stop myself from crying. It felt good to be held and accepted.

"It's alright, let it all out, baby. I'm right here, I'm going nowhere. And I'm certainly not making you go anywhere."

Her words cracked the dam wall, and tons of water came flowing. I felt her hand stroke over my back as I wailed like a baby. I hadn't cried in months, maybe even years, so all the pent-up tears were escaping their prison at once.

I shuddered with waves of relief, love, hurt, anger, every emotion possible coursed through my veins.

I felt her lips against my hair, and then my forehead, and my hair again.

"I love you."

She whispered. We hadn't gotten that far into our relationship yet. We were about 3 and a half weeks in. But something about her was different. She bought me pajamas in my size after our second day of going out as an official couple. She allowed me to ramble about nonsense. And she'd always be there to hold my hair back after night of drinking and drugs.

I knew in that moment that I shared her sentiment, and it made me cry harder. I moved closer to her, balling the fabric to an extent where it might rip. I didn't trust my words. I wasn't crying from getting fired alone, I was crying from years of trauma and struggles, years of feeling isolated, years of feeling like a failure, years of hard work that seemed to be washed down the drain in one sentence.

For the first time in years, I felt like I had someone I could trust to be the real me around without getting pushed aside or 'fired'. My breathing started to stutter, and my lungs felt as if they were drowning in water. I looked up at her with panicked eyes. She'd noticed, because her own eyes were already on me.

"Baby breathe. Breathe for me. In and out. Deep breaths. Follow my breathing."

We sat up and she took my hands, stroking my trembling knuckles with her thumbs.

"In and out."

Eventually, my breath came back.

"There we go."

She smiled. Her hand came to my face, wiping my snot and tears away. She then tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

"My handsome man."

I leaned my cheek against her palm with a coy smile, fluttering my eyes to look at the old and tattered bedding.

"I love you."

I managed to say after a few minutes. She smiled brighter than anything I'd ever seen, and that smile alone motivated me to better, to change, to make something of myself.

"'m sorry for cryin' so much. Just haven't had a chance 'n a while t' let it all out."

I nearly cringed at my strained and congested voice.

"That's alright."

She mused softly, reaching across the bed to take ahold of my hand that was pressed into the mattress.

"Babe?"

I asked. She hummed, her eyes meeting mine.

"'m sorry for flippin' out earlier."

"It's alright, I understand."

"Was mean. Uncalled for."

I looked back at the bedding. I felt her free hand on my jaw, tilting my face to look at hers.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I understand. And I forgive you. We'll talk about everything in the morning. "

That pulled a smile from me.

"So now, let's work on our revenge plan."

That made me giggle. I shook my head, laying on my side.

"Can do that t'morrow. I want you to hold me now."

My voice was hoarse and ached with each word, and my nose was still blocked as I spoke. She switched off the bedlamp and moved to lay against my back, her arms snaking around me. Goosebumps crawled across my skin when she kissed the back of my neck and pulled me closer.

I could squeal like a stupid girl with a stupid crush. A grin plastered itself onto my face as my stomach exploded with fireworks inside.

"I'll do this f'you sometime."

"I know, Davie, I know."

She pressed a kiss to my shoulder. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep. And I fell asleep feeling cherished after numerous hours of feeling like an utter and oblivious fool.

Xxxx

Y'all, that was so sappy and subby. But do I gaf? No.

Love you!

Not proofread. Credit to the gif owner.

[r0syr3a]

Pink markers and cigarettes

Bad Boy! Dave x Innocent reader

(Dave isn't in a band for this :))

Genre: Fluff

Words: 340

author note: this is inspired by @dave-me0wstaine and her "Bad Boy! Dave" works. I hope y'all enjoy! <3

You were laid out on the floor with your new coloring book and a pack of markers while Dave smoked a cigarette on the couch. He swore that you were the sweetest thing he had ever seen, he thought he must've been the luckiest man alive to have such a perfect girl as you.

"Whatcha colorin' over there, princess?" Dave asked before he put out his cigarette and he squatted next to you.

"A butterfly! I'm coloring it pink and purple but I don't know what color to make the flower it's sitting on." You turn to face him. "What do you think, Davey?"

He smiles at the nickname before brushing a hand through your hair. "Hm, how red and orange?"

Your eyes brighten and a smile grows on your face. "You are so smart, Davey! I love you." You sit up on your elbows and give him a small kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, sweet angel. I love you most." He smiles as you turn back to your page and he places a kiss on the top of your head. "My sweet sweet angel." He whispers as he runs his hand through your hair once more before going to sit back on the couch.

"Wait, where you goin'?" You move to sit on your heels and look up at him. "Come back and color with me?" You ask with big eyes as you grab the red and orange markers and hand them to him.

He lets out a chuckle before sitting down next to you. "Of course, baby, whatever you want. Where should I start?"

You smile at him before showing him where you want him to color. "I'm gonna go get my glitter pens, you start on the petals." You quickly stand up and run to your desk. He sat there with a smile as he took the cap off the orange marker and started to color the petals.

You two sat on the floor for the rest of the night until you both finished the page.

[mega-pixie-dream-girl]

Snowed In - Part II

1996

Pairing: Dave Mustaine x f!reader

Summary: When a festival gets canceled for inclement weather, Y/n–the young guitarist from an up and coming band selected to tour with Megadeth–is stuck at a vacation rental. Her bandmates get stuck in town and Dave comes back just in time to get snowed in together with her. Dave doesn't mind showing her a few tips and tricks on the guitar, but there is another tune a-hum between them.

𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢: power dynamic/mentorship, Dd/lg, age gap, size

read Part I here

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Setting the guitar aside carefully, my heart raced as the light from the fireplace danced on our skin. Dave’s wanting fingers pulled on me, exploring between the waistband of my jeans and my hip bones. Drunk on his arms wrapped around me, I melted warm and wet on his lap, a helpless mess at his mere caresses as his hardness rocked slowly against me from behind in his skin-tight jeans. The intensity of his gaze down over me felt like a dare, I would do anything to please him. I trusted him to take care of us on this tour and here he was, personally returning to this stupid snowed-out stop on our tour to make sure I was ok as a blizzard rolled in. For weeks I had imagined his teasing touches stretching a few moments longer, a few inches lower, a few movements deeper, brushing away the intrusive thoughts that perhaps he treated all of his women friends this way. But now his hardness against my seat was enough for me to know he wanted me too. Dave Mr. Rockstar Mustaine–who had groupies hanging on him at every after party and who had access to some of the biggest musicians in rock and roll–had been worried I might need hot cocoa and was now whispering in my ear after teaching me some new guitar riffs.

"That’s right babygirl… let me teach you how much harder and faster we can play. I know just how to get you there." His lips trailed up to my jawline leaving gentle marks, his fingers moving to my jean button as I sat on his lap. Every bump of my zipper as he unzipped me was like a hum against my heat while my flesh burned up in the wake of his lips, licked by the cold air. His hand was in my pants before my own lips had time to part, as he began to slowly rub me on top of my panties.

"M’nghh Dave… mmm" I breathily cooed in pleasure.

"Let me hear you baby. I can’t get enough of your sounds… the lil noises you make when you play solos… m’uggh… I can hardly control myself around you when you play."

"m’soo close," I whine.

"Already? We’re just warming up. So sensitive, huh?" He smirked, pulling his hand away.

"But Dave, pleeease?" I whine.

His large hands beckoned at my hips for me to turn around in his lap and straddle him, his hardness rubbing against me as I obeyed, making my heat ache for his touch even more.

"Much better view." He dropped his eyes to my bare chest, his pupils drinking in every detail as I arched closer to him in the cold. 

"Chilly?" he asked softly, thumbing my erect nipples.

"Mmhm" I nodded.

"Mmmm we can fix that."

Dave hugged his arm around my back as he stood, my legs wrapping around him. He carried me closer to the fire, gently placing me on the carpet before eyeing a blanket on the loveseat and bringing it over.

To my surprise, he wasn’t done. Suddenly, the living room was rearranged, throw pillows surrounding us and the blanket tented overtop us from the coffee table to the bookshelves–our own small fort collecting the warmth of the fire as the gusty winds whistled and rapped at the windows. 

The radio played softly in the background.

"8 INCHES IN CLARY COUNTY. BEEP BEEP BEEP POWER REMAINS OUT FOR THE FOLLOWING…"

"Mmmm your body is so gorgeous, something about seeing you in the light of the fire makes me want to fuck you like a fucking caveman." He said with a stupid grin, dropping his body next to mine before pulling me to the floor with him. 

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

He was such a goofball sometimes but I was desperate to feel his body on mine. I fell into his embrace, tugging up on the hem of his t-shirt until he quickly pulled it off of himself, his pecs so curved and his abs so broad. I had seen his chest so often before backstage, but always casually–his carefully buttoned shirt teasing his chest before the show or his sweaty, bare torso as he sauntered offstage catching his breath at the end of the night–now I would never be able to satiate my desire with anything less than this pressure of his muscles against my breasts.

"Mmmm you are so warm it feels so good." I purred.

He growled into my neck, his hair falling around me, surrounding me in a cloud of ambrette and the faint scent of cigarettes, and mixing with the warm hickory emanating from the fireplace.

"How often do you think about me?" He whispered, nipping at my chest.

"I-I haven’t–I mean, I think you are amazi–I mean I-" I scrambled.

"You think I haven’t noticed your talents?" He said pulling back, looking at me unblinking.

My cheeks flushed–had he actually noticed my little efforts to entice him? 

"All of this?" He said, brushing a hair out of my face. "And every time you stuck these in my face?" He smirked, lowering his hand to my breast.

I looked down, my lips curling, knowing I had been caught.

He chuckled, his eyes softening. He caressed my cheek. 

"Oh, I’ve noticed. And don’t think I haven’t thought about this before." He smirked, drawing a line down to my navel. "Sweetheart…"

Gazing back up at him, his eyes were waiting for mine, sultry and heavy. He leaned into my ear whispering low, "I wanna make you feel so good, baby. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this… how long I’ve thought about you at night, alone in my cabin on the tour bus… while you are such a fucking tease."

The tempo of his breath picked up. Suddenly my confidence cracked–everything I had dreamt of him, of us, was in this moment–what if I wasn’t what he was expecting? I knew he wanted me right now, but I could hardly imagine him, cock in hand, red and worked up on the road, thinking of me. Sure, I was pretty, "pretty", I was just Y/n–not a pinup, not an aspiring actress... My hands were smaller and softer than his, but they were still more callused than the girls always hanging on his lap… 

"Dave I–but I’m not like the girls I see you with…"

Dave immediately pulled back, a look of confusion on his face.

"What? No, you’re a million times better than those girls. You’re intelligent and talented and kind and beautiful and…" He paused for a moment, a smile appearing on his face. "And you’re a little bit shy. Do you have any idea how cute it is when you blush, sweetheart?" He continued, "...maybe that’s why I can’t stop thinking about you…" He quickly searched my face before pulling my face to his.

Our lips met, grazing across the soft red flesh and mapping the contours as time stopped, save for the rhythm of our breath. I felt his hand tilt my chin up into his tender kisses before he delicately drew along the inside of my lips with his tongue.

"Y/n…" he moaned lightly into my mouth as I arched my hips into his, shifting against his arousal. I raked my fingers through his hair as he nipped at my lower lip.

"Mmmm… fuck ...you’re perfect. You’re so damn perfect." He mumbled against my lips, his hand slowly trailing down tickling my side, finally returning his attention to my panties.

"EMERGENCY VEHICLE ACCESS LIMITED IN MONROE COUNTY. BEEP BEEP BEEP CURFEW IN EFFECT FOR…"

"Dave… I want to make you feel good too…"

"Mmm… you already make me feel good. You make me feel so much better than all those girls ever could." He mumbled against my lips.

"But… if you want to make me feel good, I’m not gonna stop you. Go ahead, sweetheart. Do whatever you want with me…"

I let his hands guide me, anchoring me into his pleasure while he rubbed my clit over my panties. I moved my own hands down, tugging at his belt loops to pull his cock nearer to me.

"Mmm… that’s it, love. You need me close to you, don’t you? You need to feel me against you, don’t you?" He grunted.

"I want to feel your cock m’sooo bad, Dave…"

"Say it again"

"I want to feel your cock pleaase Dave…"

"You are such a tease. Beg for it."

"Dave…" I whine. "It feels so hard against me…"

"Tell me what you want… we have all night…" he replied smugly, rocking his hips against me.

"I want your cock inside of me Dave m’so bad…"

Dave sat up, quickly removing my jeans and panties and tossing them aside before doing the same to his own and positioning himself over top of me. His cock was bigger than I had imagined, even in his large hands as he stroked himself a few times getting ready for me, slick with precum. His eyes raked over me with a look of hunger as he lined himself up. "Ready, sweetheart?"

I nodded.

I moaned as he sunk his cock into me deep with a single stroke, pausing to let me adjust to his size, his breath catching in his chest.

"Mm fuuuck… m’you are so tight…" He said breathily

I nodded again, lips parted, letting him know it was ok to start moving.

He started slow, but I could feel the restraint in his body, his desire welling up in his grip as pleasure grew in my heat. I couldn’t help but gasp as he thrust in and out of me, his teeth gritting as he held back.

"Mmmm oh–Dave–you’re so deep… you feel so good…" I moaned.

Dave cursed beneath his breath as I grinded into his movements.

He began moving faster, the heat inside my stomach growing.

"Dave… don’t stop!" I moaned.

He growled, his thick abs curling over and over to sink him into me, bottoming out.

I gasped as he stretched me around his hardness.

"You feel so fucking good Y/n… m’ugh so wet on my cock…" His said, his eyes rolling back in his head with ragged breaths.

His hands snaked up under my breasts, tracing and caressing my moon-like softness.

"Mmmm that turns me on so much…" I whine.

"Mmm, yeah? You like that?" He said, his voice deep and seductive, a smirk playing on his lips as he thumbed lightly around my nipples as they bounced with his movements before squeezing me in his hand.

I nodded needily.

"Mmm… good girl." 

I felt myself begin to clench around him as the burning pleasure coiled up in me.

"m’so close…" I whined.

"Come for me… I got you… come on my cock, sweetheart…" He said, his voice deep and needy. He planted sloppy nips and kisses on my neck, sucking deep marks, the mix of pain and pleasure driving me wild.

"Fuck… Dave…"

He picked up the pace, his own moans dancing in my ears. His hips started to become more erratic and soon his thumb was rubbing my clit. I couldn’t contain the wave of pleasure as it came over me, pulsing around him and moaning his name.

"Y/n… oh fuck… oh fuck.. Fuck…" his voice low and guttural as his cock bucked in me, shooting his warm load. 

He collapsed on top of me, his arms, scooping me into him as his back rose and fell against my embrace, hot and slick with sweat.

"Mmm… yeah, m’holy… wow…" he mouthed into my neck as he tried to catch his breath.

"...MAYOR ANNOUNCES STAY-AT-HOME ORDER FOR THE NEXT 48HRS IN…"

I couldn’t help but lightly bite his shoulder, my teeth grazing his freckled skin.

Dave let out a low moan. He lifted his head and looked down at me with a mix of surprise and amusement on his face.

"Did… did you just bite me?" He asked, his voice still a little bit breathless from before, but now with a hint of a laugh.

I smiled against him, humming on his skin as he pulled me closer, him twisting his face playfully and biting back at my nose.

"Hungry?" I asked him, jokingly.

"Oh, I’m definitely hungry, sweetheart." He said, his tone turning husky. He leaned in closer, pulling my body into his as he looked at me in the dancing firelight. "But we have all night for snacks… right now I want you…"

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read Part I here

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part II based on my submission for #mustainegfcontest1

[rockstarslutt]

Hey bro keep positive abt school lol. I'm from the UK and just finished my own final exams I get your pain 💜💜

Been loving ur work so far

If your waiting on reqs for then can I request just super fluffy Mustaine comfort lol.

Reader/POV is just burned out and depressed and hes all cuddles and pet names just LOTS of physical affection so POV just climbs into his lap and they snuggle.

YAYYYYY DAVE FLUFF!!!!!! Also tysm for the support love you

Also I’m sorry for responding pretty late I had to write an essay about why autumn is my favourite season and why it brings me joy💀

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I came home from work, tired as hell after a day of printing and writing and reading. Every day feels the same. The only little light in my boring ass life is Dave, my crazy rockstar boyfriend. I stepped into the living room where on the couch was Dave, watching a random movie on tv. His whole face lit up when he saw me.

“Hey honey! I missed you!” He said, his voice full of energy.

“Hey” I said in a dry tone. Not because I was mad, because I was just sick of it. Sick of live. Dave frowned and shot me a look of concern.

“Everything okay? Rough day at work?”

I felt like dying. My eyes welled up with tears and my eyebrows arched. I sniffled and nodded. Dave let out a “Awwww” and upended his arms, signaling he wanted to comfort me. I walked to him and slumped in his arms, burring my head in his hair, smelling the faint cigarette smell.

“Shhh. It’s okay. I understand.” He said and patted and caressed my head. I melted in his arms and took a long breath. We stayed there for 30 more minutes until I fell asleep in his arms. He just smiled and carried me to bed, wrapping me up in a soft, warm blanket. He laid down as well and looked at my sleeping face. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, then slung his arms around my waist and dozed off to sleep.

[lagunned]

I'LL GET EVEN, dave mustaine.

pinned rules masterlist

pairing; modern!dave mustaine x fem!reader

summary; dave is angry at a producer and comes home, just wanting to see you. you have other plans, deciding to join in on a couple tiktok trend—he doesn’t find it as funny as you do.

warnings; very fluffy, modern era but with 1980s dave, slight cussing, no use of y/n, mentions of toxic masculinity, dave gets butthurt, tough boy isn’t so tough anymore. if im missing anything else let me know!

word count; 750

requests open, not proofread, based on this ask.

You never thought you’d see the day when Dave Mustaine—the snarling, sharp-tongued leader of Megadeth, the same man who wrote lyrics about death and betrayal—would be curled up in your arms like an overgrown cat. But here he was, his spiralling, copper curls a mess against your chest, his breath warm against your collarbone, completely unaware that he was currently being recorded, despite your quiet, hushed giggles that left your soft lips. He was so fucking tired he didn't even think anything of it: his first mistake.

It had started out as an innocent cuddle session. He’d come home after hours in the studio, grumbling about producers who didn’t “get” his sound, and immediately toppled onto you like a weighted blanket. You knew better than to say anything at first—Dave was a like cat in human form; if you pointed out that he was being affectionate, he’d immediately "hiss" and pretend he wasn’t. So you just let him rest, lazily running your fingers through his hair while his arm draped possessively over your waist, his strong, calloused thumb stroking the hem of your pants.

That’s when the idea struck.

With your phone angled just right, you hit record, keeping your voice soft, teasing. This will fucking get him. You knew he wasn't active on social media, let alone TikTok. And you loved your pranks—rather, you loved to push your boyfriend’s buttons.

“Who's my good boy?” you cooed, fingers tracing light patterns on his back.

A sleepy mumble; “...Me.”

Your grin nearly split your face into two. Got him.

“Yeah? My bestest boy?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, nuzzling closer into your warm neck.

You held back a laugh, heart melting at how completely relaxed he was. This was the Dave most people didn’t get to see—the one who craved softness, who would willingly tangle his limbs with yours just to feel safe for a while. The one that just yearned for intimacy and love, and admiration. Even if he didn't admit it. His gentleness with you proved it right—despite what the people had to say in the media. It was all bullshit.

Then, as if some internal alarm sounded, his whole body suddenly stiffened against you. Uh-oh…

“Wait,” he muttered. You felt the pause; the slow, tired wheels turning in his brain. He lifted his head slightly, hazel eyes squinting in suspicion. “The fuck did you just say?”

You bit your lip, trying not to giggle. “I said, ‘Who’s my good boy?’”

His brows furrowed. Then his eyes flickered to your hand—manicured nails clasped around your phone. His domestic, exhausted eyes met his own within your phone. What the fuck was wrong with you—on every level. Mentally, emotionally, physically—hell, spiritually. You don’t do that shit to thee Dave Mustaine!

“…Are you recording this?”

“Maybe.”

Dave shot up faster than a rocket and you barely had time to react before his tall frame was towering over you, his expression caught somewhere between betrayal and damage control. No, no, no, no—fuck no!

“Delete it.” His voice was gruff now, like you’d just walked in on him playing with kittens and he was scrambling to reassert dominance. He had an image to uphold—both with the fans and you. “Right fucking now.”

You pouted. “But you were soooo cute.”

"I’m not cute,” he grumbled, already crawling back into his toxic masculinity shell. He ran a hand through his thick golden hair, shoulders straightening, jaw clenching. “I’m fucking dangerous."

You tilted your head, still recording. Your phone shook as you held back a laugh. “Oh? Who’s my big, strong, dangerous boy?”

A muscle twitched in his cheek as a vein popped in his forehead. Dave pointed at your phone. “I swear to God—”

But before he could finish, you gave him the look. The one that said, I’ll stop recording if you just play along for two more seconds, pretty, pretty please sweetheart.

Dave groaned, rubbing his face. You could tell he was so done with your antics. And then, with the deepest, most reluctant sigh you'd probably had ever heard from his lips, he muttered under his breath:

“…Me.”

You burst out laughing, nearly dropping your phone in the process—but you relentlessly gripped it for dear life. Gotcha!

Dave, realizing what he just did, let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a feral growl before launching himself at you, trying to snatch your phone from your iron grip.

“You’re fucking dead,” he grumbled, burying his face in your neck, but the warmth of his arms tightening around you told you otherwise. Dave even shocked himself sometimes, it's like his heart reacts before his head. The little things made him realize that he truly was infatuated with you. Inside and out, no matter how cruel you may be. You took to him when no one else did.

And maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind being your "good" boy after all.

© lagunned (2025—) all rights reserved.

[metalliixx]

woww he looks SO dark in these pics!

[d3vils-island]

Arguing

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Dave Mustaine x Fem Reader

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Description: After a heated argument between you and Dave since something went wrong with the show, you find yourself entangled in his arms, unable to escape his warmth.

Warnings: pure fluff + just a lil angst (I know, really rare to find on my account) kissing, arguing, cursing, small tears, not proof read.

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“You always think your right, don’t you?” Dave sneered, raising his voice. You rammed your fist against his chest, knocking him back.

“Why do you have to make everything so difficult!” You shouted. “A single thing goes wrong and your first instinct is to blame me. It wasn’t even my fault!” Dave scoffed.

“So if I fire you, then nothing will go wrong and I won’t have to keep dealing with this shit.” He harshly pinched his brow bone with his index finder and thumb, furrowing his brows in anger.

“Excuse me? Fire me?” You laughed. “Sure, try finding someone else who can do what I do. I’m the only person who cares about you and this dumb band!” You cried out, your voice cracking towards the end.

“Sure. Whatever.” Dave groaned, turning his back to you and walking towards the dressing room door to leave. You snatched him by his shirt, dragging him back to face you.

“Don’t ‘whatever’ me!” You cried, feeling your throat tighten and your breath hitch.

There was a pause, a moment of silence that felt like it lasted forever. Your mind raced with thoughts. Would he actually fire you? Where would he find a new manager? Would he seriously ditch you over a stupid argument? Does he know how much you care..?

“Listen…” you paused, contemplating on saying what you truly felt.

“I-…“ you choked on your words, feeling your voice crack and your eyes strain. A hot tear streamed down your face. You looked anywhere but at Dave, too scared to meet his gaze and have him see you like this.

“I’m not the best manager, and I fuck up sometimes…” you continued, “but I care a lot more than any of those other snobs out there that are just in it for the money.” You snapped.

“So just give me one more chance to-“

Your lips were engulfed in a warmth, and you felt a pair of hands slide to your neck and waist. Dave’s mouth molded and tangled with yours, his hand grabbed the back of your neck as his thumb rubbed circles on your jaw. You felt butterflies in your stomach, and your face felt heated.

The kiss felt like it lasted forever, but in reality was only a few seconds long as you were so lost in the moment. Your lips parted from one another, a strand of saliva connecting them.

“Just be quiet.” He paused, rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip before he leaned in to kiss you again, this time with more passion.

The rage that had fueled your anger earlier had seemingly dissipated as Dave entangled you in intimacy. Your hands crawled up his back and intertwined in his hair as you pressed your body against his. You’ve never been this close with him before… feeling his warmth, smelling his scent, and having his touch… they were all things you could get used to.

“Shit,” he cursed, “we shouldn’t- we can’t, I mean…” he paused, gazing into your eyes.

“I should go,” you said, breaking the silence.

You slowly walked to the door, grabbing the handle and twisting it. You were just about to talk out before Dave stopped you.

“By the way,” he said, causing your head to turn.

“You’re not fired.” You chuckled at his words, turning back around and leaving.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

sorry if this is like uncomfortable or off limits but uhhh

really sweet and loving smut with dave- him and his gf have been dating for a few years now but shes still a virgin and whenever Dave made advances on her she would go until they got their pants off bc she was too embarressed- but one day, Dave makes sure they have the most perfect day together, going out and getting fav foods, doing fav actvoties all the good stuff and hopes the night will end w them in bed. she hesitates a lot but agrees none the less and they get the the bedroom and kissing and stuff and when he has her laid out on the bed he reaches to take off her skirt/pants but she gets really nervous and scared again bc she thinks that hell think shes a monster or ugly or messed up but she just has SH scars on her thighs and dave reassures her and comforts her that nothing vcould make him think that and he takes them off and feels a bit sad that she once did that but kisses them and praises her and is just very sweet and then its gentle loving smut

sorry this is so so so so so so so so so long and confusing but yah love ur fics btw

A/n: Something about Dave just gives me the vibes of “hurt her and I’ll kill you” but in a “I’ll give anything for her” kind of way, y’know?

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), angst, talk about self harm, brief description of scars, drugs (just at the beginning), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

"She's just gonna stop you again." Junior said, chuckling as he held the joint between his fingers out for Dave to take.

The ginger scoffed as he took the joint, bringing to his lips. "She won't, she said she was ready." He insisted, holding the air in as he spoke before letting smoke flood out his nose.

Junior made a face and Dave pushed him, knocking him off the box he was sitting on. They just laughed, so hard Dave fell off his own box and they laughed harder.

"Fuck, we are so high." Junior mused, reaching for the joint back.

Dave had planned out the perfect day for you, a walk down through the park, down by a creek and taking a straight from there to a new café he knew you'd been wanting to go check out. Then it was back to your place and he'd finally get to have you to himself.

Everything had been going great, just the way he planned, although he hadn't expected the food to be so pricey, but it didn't matter so long as he got to see you smile.

As you walked with him up the street, getting closer to your house, you could tell something was on his mind but he wouldn't say.

"Come on! Just give me a hint." You pleaded, tugging on his arm thrown over your shoulder.

"No, it'll ruin the surprise!" He said, laughing at your insistence.

You chewed your cheek, thinking for a moment as you turned the corner, your house coming into view. "Tell me or no you're sleeping outside." Dave stopped completely at that.

"Are you kidding me?" He asked, eyes wide in fear that you weren't joking.

You bit your lip as you thought it over, eventually shaking your head. "No, I want my cuddles tonight." Dave let out the breath he'd been holding in and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Don't scare me like that." You chuckled as he lifted you up, letting you wrap yourself around him like a koala bear. "I'm serious, I'm not a dog, I'm your boyfriend."

"That you are, Davie, that you are." You purred, kissing along his jaw as he walked the rest of the way to your house.

He pulled the keys from the back pocket of your jeans and opened the door, letting you hold onto him until he set you down on your bed. He hovered over top of you between your legs, arms on either side of your head, caging you in while his soft hair fell around his face, framing it.

Not that you could see it, his lips barely left yours for longer than a second to mumbled something into your mouth. However, you felt his hand sliding lower on your body, groping your chest which he'd done countless times before, moving down your sides and squeezing your hips and waist, mapping out your curves.

His hands didn't stop and he unbuttoned your jeans before you could stop him. "Davie-Davie, wait." You said, pushing on his shoulders until he pulled away.

"Why, what-what happened?" He asked, looking over you for anything that could be wrong, searching for what was making you uncomfortable.

"I- we-we have to stop." You said, squirming under him.

"Why?" He asked, brows furrowing slightly. He didn't mean to get upset but it was hard not to, he loved you, he didn't want to hurt you, he wanted to show you how much he loved you. "Tell me why, I'll get off if you just tell me why."

You nervously bit your lip, holding yourself up on your elbows. It's not that you didn't want to go further, you tried to convince yourself every single time that it would be fine but you had to stop before he saw what you'd done to yourself when you were younger.

"I- my legs are... I have scars." You muttered, looking down to the sheets instead of him.

"Scars?" He repeated, looking for confirmation. "Like, stretchmarks?" He asked. "You're scared I won't like your fucking stretchmarks? Oh my god, are you fucking kidding me-"

"They're not fucking stretchmarks, Dave." You bit, cutting him off.

He stared at you for a moment, not having expected you to use such a harsh tone with him. "Then what is it?" He asked, his voice significantly lighter.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the upcoming conversation. "They're from me..." You mumbled, still not looking at him.

The pieces slowly connected in his mind and his expression softened. "Sweetheart, you made them?" He asked, reaching up to cup your face in his hand. "Why? Why would you do that?"

You chewed your cheek, not really having an answer, not one that would be good enough for him, anyway. "When I was younger... Highschool was hard, Dave." You mumbled, hoping even though it was vague it would satisfy him.

Dave looked over your eyes for a good long moment before inhaling deeply. "Well, highschools over, you have me now." He kissed your lips and moved down to your jaw and neck. "And I love" then he kissed your collarbone and pushed up your shirt to reveal your stomach, "every." he kissed just under your bra. "Single." Your abdomen. "Part." Finally he tugged your jeans down and you lifted your lips to let him.

He took in the scars embedded in your otherwise pristine skin, some deeper than others, all over your thighs. His gaze met yours as he continued to pull your jeans off. "I love this part of you, too." He said, making sure you heard him. "I don't love that you felt like you had to do this, but I love you no matter what."

Dave adjusted himself so he was laying between your legs, his arms hooked under your thighs as he held the plush flesh of them in handfuls.

He planted tender kisses over your scarred tissue, looking up at you periodically to make sure you were watching and enjoying yourself.

Soon his kisses moved to your panties, watching you twitch and bite your lip. Dave smiled and kissed right over your clothed clit. "That feels good, doesn't it?" He asked, waiting for you to nod before he continued. "It's gonna feel a lot better soon." He assured, giving a last kiss to your scars before pulling your panties out of the way and licking up your folds.

He hummed, satisfied with the noise it drew from you. His tongue swirled around your clit, listening to the whines you let slip passed your lips as he did. "God, you sound so pretty." He mused, licking up you again before his tongue delved into you.

Your hand slammed down onto the mattress, clutching onto the sheets as he fucked you on his muscle, his eyes staring up at you the entire time as his nose repeatedly bumped your clit. Your hands clenched and flexed, mind going blurry at the sensations he was bringing between your twitching legs and trembling thighs.

He watched you come undone, watched your hands finally let go of the sheets to grab onto his hair so you could pull him right to you, holding his face to your cut as you rode out your high on his face. "Hah-! Oh-oh, fuck, Dave!" You moaned, back arching off the bed and your head fell back.

Your foot pushed down on Dave's back gently, moving down his torso as you slowly came down from your high, breathing as heavy as your eyelids.

Dave moved back up the bed, wiping his mouth and chin of your juices. "How was that?" He asked as he hovered over you, hands planted on either side of your head. "Feeling loved yet?" He teased, pecking your cheek.

You chuckled, hands going to his shoulders. "Mm... I could use some more love." You said, pulling him down to kiss you. "You know, to really feel it." He smirked at the implications of your words, grinding against you, his jeans snagging your clit and making you whimper into the kiss.

"I can do that, I can definitely do that." He muttered against your lips. He reached down to undo his own jeans, pushing them down and kicking them off the bed before he pulled away and tore his shirt off over his head, tossing it to the ground with the rest of the clothes.

He looked down at you, still with your shirt bunched up by your tits. You sat up, pulling it off and wrapping your arms around his neck, lips crashing into his once more.

Neither of you broke the kiss, only taking quick gasps for short breaths. Dave unclipped your bra and slid it off your arms before trying to get your panties off, only to eventually give up and just snap the flimsy strings on the sides.

Dave quickly got his own boxers off and pulled you into his lap, easily slipping into you in a swift thrust and holding you down as you moaned. "Ngh- just sit-sit still for a minute, it'll- fuck, it'll feel good in a second." He stammered, trying to hide his own sounds, his muscular arms tightening around you.

Needing more friction you reached down to rub your clit, Dave took it as a sign to start moving so he rolled his hips up, bucking into you. You choked out a moan, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Dave snapped his hips into you, tip of his dick angled just right for you. When he heard the moan that left you, felt your muscles relax in against him, he knew he found your sweet spot and hit it repeatedly, setting a steady rhythm.

"That's it, let me do all the work, let me show you how much I love you." He said, mouth not far from your ear so you could hear every word of his praise. "You sound so pretty, and, fuck, let me show you how much you deserve to be loved."

Part of you wanted to stay hidden in his neck, but the other part won, the part that wanted to pull away and bounce on him, to hold onto his shoulders and watch him fuck you.

Even sitting in his lap you were only barely eyelevel with him. His bruised lips parted slightly, just enough for soft grunts and grown to leave him, along with whatever affection he decided to spill to you. His eyelids were heavy, lust and adoration swirling in his pupils.

The knot in your gut was tightening again, Dave was close and pulsing in your gummy walls. "Don't-don't ever do that again." He blurted, struggling to keep the same rhythm. You tried to ask what he was talking about but it just came out as moans. "If-if you ever, ever feel like that again you-you come to me and I-I'll- fuck, I cah-can't-!" With a few final thrusts he finished inside you, cum painting your insides.

You followed shortly after, fingers still on your clit, the warm, gooey feeling he spilt in you was nice too.

Dave lowered you down onto the bed, pulling out and curling up beside you. His arms stayed nicely wrapped around you as you laid your head on his chest.

"So," you started once you got your breathing right again, "do you want to finish what you were saying?"

Dave snorted and shook his head. "No fucking way." He brought a hand up to play with your hair. "You're tired, go to sleep, I'll be right here when you wake up." You didn't have to be told twice, smiling softly and letting the sound of his heartbeat and breathing lull you to sleep.

Dave lay there awake, tired but not enough to sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about you, about what might've driven you to do such a thing to yourself. He didn't see you as a monster, some messed up psychiatric patient, you were still his love, his girlfriend. You were still you, just with a little more hurt that he needed to help heal.

"If..." He started, voice low to avoid waking you up. "If you ever feel the need to hurt yourself... you come to me first, sweetheart, I'll help." He knew you couldn't hear him so he continued. "You can hurt me all you want, can't break plastic... but you, love... you are the stained glass in a century old chapel."

[ghostbustting]

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𝑫𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻„ ๋࣭⭑

Contest by My Lovely Lovely @mustainegf ♡

Dave Mustaine x Reader

Content Contains: Purely Fluff.

The warm water starts running down the shower head, hitting my body as I let out a small sigh in relief of finding a source of warmth ever since last night, not to mention being in this freezing season, the soap running off the skin of my body along with the water, cleaning off whatever bacteria was on me. My gaze start to drift around the bathroom I hadn't gotten the chance to see before, new to the look of my surrounding, new to the scent of soap and shampoo he had allowed me to use, new to the taste of the toothpaste he usually use on his own teeth.

Just last night, I was partying like a fucking party animal, music taking control of my body, drunkenness consuming my state of mind like an inevitable disease from all those booze I might or might have not regret taken. With my fucked up state, I really did have no other choice at all but to go to the nearest house I knew, it was a good thing he let me sleep in his room, making himself sleep on the couch instead.

Dave Mustaine.

Mustaine has been a mutual friend of mine, being introduced by a close friend of mine that was also a bandmate of his from Megadeth not long ago. We weren't that close. At least that's what I thought. I supposed when I first lay my eyes on that redheaded boy, I couldn't really place what my mind think about him.

I thought he was just another rock star. A famous one, sure. Yet the moment I got to know him.. he was.. interesting, to say the least. Fucking charismatic, to say the most. It's almost as if every time he does or say something in front of me, his charm was trying to light up a flame in my heart that no one ever did since a long time ago. My eyes can’t help but always look his way whenever he’s around, my breath became uneasy whenever our skin touches even if it was just a millisecond, butterflies always found their way into my stomach each time I hear his voice say my name, each letter he let out acting as a sweet lullaby to my ear.

But, god no. He’s a fucking idiot.

He had the cockiest smirk ever, one that make me want to punch his face again and again to wipe it off. My, don’t even mention the stupid jokes he like to make, or the way he play with his hair every single second like he was a shampoo brand model, or the way he roll his eyes every once in a while when he’s annoyed, or the way he flirt with every single hot chick that put their skins on display for him. How could one even find interest in him? He’s a literal buffoon!

Why am I even thinking of him?

My head shook to snap myself out of my thoughts while drying up the wet skin of my body using one of his spare towels, dabbing the soft fabric over my body as it captures the water on me. Once I’m done, I put on his clothes that I borrowed, having some extra layers of fabrics on my body as a shield for me to deal with the sharp coldness of yet another day in the winter season, despite how odd I always looked when buried in thick layers of clothing. Better than trying to tough out the cold.

I make my way out of the bathroom, my hands focusing on braiding my hair while I continue to step forward through the hallway of his house, eventually finding myself entering his kitchen, having enough of hearing the endless grumbles of my starving stomach, and if he won't feed his.. 'guest', then I will feed me myself.

My hands starts rummaging through his kitchen. Starting from the cabinets, to the counter, to the fridge. I groaned as my other hand hold my stomach, the starvation was really getting to me, perhaps it was the hangover.

"What the fuck are you doing to my kitchen?"

My body spun around quicker than expected, my hands closing the fridge behind me as I put on my widest smile for the confused Dave Mustaine who standing before me, acting clueless as if I wasn't just doing an investigation in his kitchen just a second ago.

Moving away from the fridge, I shook my head with a nervous chuckle, "Nah, nothing." I answered, grabbing my bag and moving past him, "You should really uh.. buy some groceries though. Starvation do cause death, buddy." I awkwardly pat his shoulder as I walk past him, making my way out of his not so helpful kitchen.

Before I could move even further, my wrist was caught to stop in a gentle grasp of Dave's hand, a simple touch of his hand causing a lump to build up in my throat, my cheeks turning the slightest bit pink. How I hate the way I love every single interaction between us. I love them all too much, perhaps.

And that's a stupid thing to do. Because no matter how much I love every time we talk, every time we touch, every time we look at each other, I can never bring myself to make an act or do something about it. I always thought I was completely out of his circle of interest, nothing like those groupies. Again, not like it matters.

Slowly, I begin to turn around to face him, my eyes at once meeting his own yet again. God bless him for having those hazel eyes. "Where are you going?" Dave ask me, tilting his head just the slightest bit.

"Uh.. home?"

He let out a small sigh and let my wrist go out of his grasp, crossing his arms over his chest instead as he spoke, "I don't think that's possible." He shrugged his shoulders, looking away, his gaze fixated on one of the windows while his hand rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's snowing pretty bad outside. Can't even open the door. There's snow all over the doorsteps."

My eyes widens, eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, "What?! But I need to go home!" I protested, an annoyed groan leaving my lips shortly after.

Dave let out a chuckle, his lips creating a wide mocking grin at me while he took a step forward, "Well, be my guest if you want to freeze to death out there." He spoke, a hint of teasing in his voice as he look down at me, "Your corpse, not mine."

My eyes rolled, annoyance painting my face as a desperate cover of how much I want to crumble down to the floor from the way he was looking at me. "Gonna die of hunger anyways." I huffed.

There's absolutely no way in hell am I staying away from my home any longer than I have been, not to mention this starvation is getting way harder to handle, I feel like I could faint any seconds now if I don't have some appetizing food in front of my eyes. How many times do I have to mention how hungry I am?

I click on my tongue, tapping my foot on the floor as my eyes wander around the house, thinking of another way to get out of this place. All I needed was to go home, eat, and sleep till this season is done and the sun will shine my way again.

I tilt my head, an idea sneaking it's way into my mind, "You know what?" I sigh and start walking towards one of the windows, hearing footsteps that belongs to Dave following behind me closely. I gaze out the window, seeing the amount of snow covering the pavement outside. He really wasn't exaggerating at all.

I start placing my foot up on the window, "I'm gonna get more layers of clothes, I'm gonna open this window, I'm gonna climb out, and—"

"Nu-uh. No way." He shook his head and grab me by the arm now, his grasp slightly firmer compared to the one he had on my wrist earlier. "Did you not hear me? You're no Jack Frost, you'll kill yourself!"

Dave started dragging me away from the window, making me groan while I try to keep up with his steps, "No, you said be your guest! And— wait.." I cut myself off as I slowly smile and look at him, making him raise one of his thick eyebrow in confusion. "You watch Jack Frost?!" I laughed out loud, almost tripping on air, "God, you're a dork."

"Shut up." I hear him mutter, scoffing.

That same smile stays on my face, trying not to let out more laughter at the thought of tough metal frontman Dave Mustaine watching Jack Frost in his free time, eating cereal as he do so. I can't help but think it's adorable. I can help but think he's adorable.

By the time I snap myself out of my thoughts, he had dragged me all the way into his bedroom, the hold his hand had on my arm staying firm and strong while he took me to the bed, grabbing my shoulders and pushing me down to sit on the edge of the bed. I look up at him in confusion.

Meanwhile, Dave stared back down at me, eyes locked with mine, lips slightly parted with his hands still on my shoulders for awhile. There was something hidden behind his eyes, an emotion I haven't seen from his hazel eyes before, an emotion that seemed to be desperately hiding behind all those toughness.

That look he held in his eyes evaporated into thin air when he shook his head and took a step back from me, "Just.. stay here. Keep yourself warm." He told me. I watch closely as his body turns around from me and his legs start leading him out of the room.

"Wha—”

”I’ll be back!”

There really was nothing else for me to do as I watch him leave the room— practically sprinting, leaving me in this bedroom I’ve spent the night in, this bedroom I’ve oddly find myself getting comfortable in. His bed was comfortable and surprisingly clean, I have only realized it now as I run my fingertips over the mattress below me, too drunk to appreciate the amount of comfort his bed granted me with last night. And also too drunk to notice the surrounding of the room before, a room I’ve never been in before last night.

Now that I’m sober enough to control my mind, I slowly stood up from the bed and take a walk around the room, my eyes gazing at every single detail I could spot in this bedroom of his. The pack of Marlboro cigarettes resting on his bedside table, a stack of papers — which I assumed were lyrics he wrote— next to the pack of cigs, his wardrobe slightly opened with clothes peeking in it, his landline phone, the view of snow falling down endlessly outside the window.

It took me quite awhile. It took me about five minutes of staring out into the snow outside to finally get it in my head what was happening now.

Dave. And I. In his house. Just the two of us. Away from the chaos of the world, away from a third presence between us, away from the freezing cold weather, away from the usual distance that would build itself up between us. Yet of course he won’t know it. Of course he won’t know that this, being in the same house as him, was something I wish I could cherish forevermore. Something I wish is way more big of a deal than what it actually is. Just a delusional coincidence.

Yes, I was trying to push those thought aside, trying to think of him like another asshole rockstar to avoid being influenced by. But my heart was louder than my mind. There was really no more hope for me. My heart was completely absolutely infinitively messed up by him, full by all the little things I’ve noticed about him. My heart has been set on fire by that same charm I said he had. There’s only two things that could set that fire down; love.. or heartbreak.

He’s a man, majority of them are too blind to see the amount of emotion you’d hand out to them in the palm of your hands, walking pass you like you were just another beating heart. If only they he knew this heart of mine don’t beat normally around him. If only he knew the way my heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest even when he only walk by.

I was snapped out of my thoughts shortly when the door opened yet again. Turning around, I was met by the sight of Dave himself, walking in with a tray filled with s’mores and two cup of hot chocolate, tiny marshmallows swimming in those cups while he gently set the tray down on the bed, his body moving to sit on the soft mattress.

Taking his gaze on me as a silent invitation, my own body moved as well to sit back down on the bed, just slightly close to him, still making sure to keep my distance. I look down at the tray while he spoke, “You said you were hungry? Here you go.” He beckoned to me towards the tray, indicating he wanted me to eat the s’mores.

A small smile slowly trails back into my face as I look up at him and a soft chuckle escapes my lips, feeling flattered by his instinctive thought. “Thanks. Really. I thought I’d pass out.” I sigh in relief, taking one of the s’mores.

I feel his gaze staying on me as I take a big bite of the s’mores, making a muffled hum from the delightful taste of the s’mores. Looking up, I see his face scrunched up in some sort of concern as I chew on the food, muffling out a quick, “It’s really good!” with a wide smile on my face as I use my free hand to give him an approving thumbs up.

Slowly, his own lips starts to curve up into a smile, a sparkle of joy seen within those eyes of his, “Yeah? You think so?” His smile only got wider by the time I nodded my head in confirmation, a small chuckle leaving his lips.

Seeing that smile on his lips, knowing it was meant for me.. God, I really shouldn’t feel this way..

I set the s’mores back down on the tray and look down at my hands, my mouth still busy on chewing, my fingers fiddling with the hem of the sleeves on the sweater Dave borrowed me. A wave of silence washing over the both of us. It was oddly comfortable, a peaceful quiet moment, the taste of s’mores on my tongue, feeling his presence next to me.

My eyes glances to my side, spying on his own pair of hands, finding them fiddling with the fabric of his shirt the same way I’m doing to mine, our hands moving in sync, a reflection to one another.

My hands slowly come up to be on each of my arms instead, rubbing my freezing skin through the layers of clothes on me, desperately seeking for any hint of warmth despite already being buried by thick clothes, the cold was way too strong than last night.

"Cold?"

The sound of his voice caught my attention, looking up his way with a raise eyebrow before glancing to the window, the snow still covering the view outside, an icy sight of an obviously cold winter day. "It's winter.." I slowly spoke, as if the fact wasn't clear enough.

"Right.." He nodded and looked back down, his voice quiet in an embarrassed manner.

God didn't prepare my mental enough for an awkward interaction. Let alone an awkward interaction with Dave Mustaine. Seeing him acting quiet for once, looking down like a nervous boy, it only made my feelings harder to contain. He was acting strange. By now, I thought he would’ve make an idiotic comment. But no.. It’s just silence.

I can't help but wonder.. what was on his mind? What was his heart feeling? What was that emotion hidden behind his eyes? What am I in his vision? The thoughts fogs up in my mind, hard to blow away, demanding to be answered. Meanwhile deep down, in the deepest core of heart, I am in a war. In a war between embracing this odd feeling of mine for him, or pushing that feeling away, avoiding it like it was just a clumsy mistake.

He was making it hard. Sometimes he seemed so close. Sometimes he seemed to be so far away.

To be fair, love itself is hard to define.

”So..” I started, looking down at the cup of hot chocolate I had previously grabbed in my hands, watching the way the marshmallows floats around the chocolate liquid. “How long do you think till the snow calm down?” I ask, my voice soft as I raise the cup up to my lips, taking a sip of it, releasing the cup with a sigh from the warmth introduced to my lips.

Dave looked up at me and grimace, his shoulders shrugging yet again. “I don’t know.” He spoke, eyes darting down to his hands yet again, his lips letting out a small mumbled “Sorry.”

This time, it was my turn to look back up at him, eyebrow raised up in confusion to why he apologized out of nowhere, confused by this new demeanor of his. There was something strange and unfortunately I’m no Sherlock Holmes enough to find out what it is. Slowly, I ask, “Why are you saying sorry? You can’t control the weather.” I chuckled out awkwardly.

A sigh leave his lips, that same unreadable look filling his pupils, his legs moving to cross themselves on the bed. “I’m not the best at having a girl over… casually.” He chuckled as well, grunting as he let his back fall to lay down on the soft mattress.

Casual.

I had to force my own lips to smile, a laugh coming from the back of my throat as I slowly let my body rest on the mattress as well, laying down next to him, a distance still between us. Unfortunately. “Really? Just because I’m here, a girl, and a casual friend? You have a lot of friends that are girls!” I spoke.

”Well yeah, because they’ve been close with me for years. But you..”

”Yikes, is it because we just met last year?”

Still, I try to laugh the situation out, something I shouldn’t have done. Because all I got in return was the same silence from earlier. That silence that seemed peaceful yet torturing at the same time. I never thought I’d wish Dave Mustaine would start rambling out his randomness till I discover this silence he can bring.

My eyes were on the ceiling, watching the lightbulb of his room flicker the slightest bit, the taste of hot chocolate lingers on my tongue, while I could feel a pair of eyes set on me, watching every single little movements I do. The feeling of his gaze on me makes my face felt like being burnt, heating up like a stove, while my heart beats hard and fast like the drums in his songs.

"...You feel different."

Slowly, my head turns to the side, cheek against the bedsheets as my eyes stares back at his, a confused look on my face, a question leaving my lips in an unsure, soft tone, "Different? What exactly do you mean?"

I hear him sigh, this time he was the one that looked away and up at the ceilings. His mouth stayed quiet for awhile, I could tell he was thinking of something very very slowly, being very careful with his thoughts. He was readable, yet hard to expect at the same time. There's not really a definitive word to use to describe him.

"You're.." He started, his words trailing off before he slowly start again, taking a deep inhale in advance, as if he was about to say something that could either be his life or death. Maybe he was.

Dave kept his eyes on the ceilings, as if he was afraid to look back into my eyes, he start to speak, "You're so.. wonderfully you.. In a way.. like.. God, what the fuck am I talking about and why can I not think of a single word?" He cursed to himself, rolling his eyes as he rubbed his temples using his fingers.

"See, that's what you fucking do to me." He say, his voice somehow staying soft despite the curses he spoke out, "You know me, I'm no man to stutter and rethink my words before I spit them out, but you— you make me want to do, say, and be the right thing as if it even means anything to you, because I do know for a fact that in your eyes, I'm just another dirtbag rockstar and not—"

"WAIT!" I blurted out, my hand darting out to grab his shoulder and stop him from continuing his ramble. While trying to ignore the unstable beat of my heart, I say, "What exactly are you talking about? Slow down."

This time, Dave look away from the ceilings, his gaze darting to the hand I had on his shoulder first before finally meeting my own gaze, the ice that was trying to hide whatever emotion he had in his eyes starting to melt very slowly, the emotion held in his pupils becoming much more clear to look through. Yet still not bold enough to make it clear what he was feeling.

Both of my cheeks were heating up more than it ever did, I didn't even need to look to know it was probably red as fuck by now. My fingers were fiddling with the sweater still, unable to stop, unable to be controlled. My eyes lingers on Dave, waiting for him to continue.

I waited patiently for another single letter to escape his lips, but they never did.

He didn't talk.

He acted.

It took my mind quite a few minutes to realize what was happening. His body hovering over my own, trapping me, his left hand on my hip, his right hand on my cheek, the scent of his shampoo the intoxicating my brain, meanwhile the sweet taste of hot chocolate on his lips meets the taste of hot chocolate on my own lips, soft. Gentle. He was slow with his lips, only moving the moment I had pressed mine back onto his. What I know we would’ve been a few clothes off by now if I had been a groupie, here on his bed with him. But I wasn’t. I was just a girl who was lucky enough to be friends with Marty Friedman who was generous enough to play cupid and introduce me to Dave Mustaine.

Before this, my heart would feel heavy. Something lingering and longing inside it, something wanted to be expressed and set free, a feeling I thought was dangerous for myself to embrace, a feeling I forced myself to suppress, trying to keep it safe and sound inside my little heart that I fear of being broken. But instead, the feeling of keeping in an emotion inside my heart.. an emotion so wild.. an emotion so deep.. it makes my chest feel heavy whenever my gaze lands on him, denying the feels he gave me.

Yet here we are, our eyes shut and our lips connected, our hands over each other— trying to hold onto the reality we fear is an illusion, our souls connecting to one another, the warmth radiating off his body and into mine, almost coating me completely with that warmth. A warmth of care. A warmth of possible love. A warmth as warm as daylight, shielding my body and my heart away from the cold winter day.

I don’t know who this man was. But I sure love him more than the Dave Mustaine he put on display in public.

By the time his lips stops moving, his head slowly pull away from mine, giving a few more extra inches in the distance of our faces, his eyes wide as if he had seen a ghost, his lips parted, the skin of his cheek reddening more as the seconds go by, almost as red as the strands of his hair that I have in my fingers now, twirling some of the strands around my finger. Our eyes never broke their contact while our hearts beat in unison, seeing love along with my reflection in his eyes.

Slowly, he let his body fall limp on top of mine, holding my body in his arms. ”Holy.. shit..” His words came out, a tone of disbelief. Slowly, my lips curls up into a big smile, one I cannot contain, one so wide my cheeks would’ve hurt if it wasn’t for the warmth in my heart consuming my whole body.

”What?” I laughed softly, stroking his hair.

I can feel him shake his head in the crook of my neck, his hair tickling my skin, making me smile wider than I already was. “Nothing,” His lips mumble against my neck, holding me against him, “It’s just.. I think winter is my favorite season now.”

For awhile, I felt that the saying of ‘heaven is a place on earth’ is actually understandable, for I feel that I was in heaven at the moment in this little moment of ours, my heart beats so hard at it’s own that I could barely utter out a word, and I seem to find the happiness I seek, right here, right when I’m in his arms, the cold of the weather abandoned like an old news.

”Only when you’re here.”

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hi! I hope you're doing well!

Can I request Dave Mustaine cozy smut where the reader refused to have sex with him because she's insecure for a couple of weeks now, only ever blew him, stopped changing infront of him and doesn't use the pool anymore? Then he catches her crying and they have a talk about it which ends in him praising her tons, smut and lots of aftercare

Totally get if not, no pressure! Just, softie dave brainrot 🫣

I wish you're doing well too, I hope you like it!❤

Warnings: Themes of body insecurity, emotional vulnerability, and intimate relationship moments.

Shattered Insecurities

I tried not to let the tears spill over, but they were stubborn, burning my eyes as I hugged my knees tighter to my chest. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I told myself for the hundredth time that I was being ridiculous, that I shouldn’t feel this way, but it didn’t help. My insecurities had been gnawing at me for weeks now, whispering cruel thoughts about my body, about how I didn’t measure up. It was why I’d stopped changing in front of him, why I avoided the pool like it was cursed, and why I’d refused anything more than fleeting physical intimacy.

I heard his footsteps before I saw him, the familiar rhythm that always made me feel safe, even now as I tried to shrink into myself. The door creaked open, and Dave’s voice was soft but concerned.

“Hey, baby, what’s going on?”

I quickly swiped at my face, trying to hide the evidence, but it was too late. He was by my side in seconds, crouching down so we were eye level. His wild red hair framed his face, and his blue eyes searched mine, full of worry.

“Nothing, I’m fine,” I lied, but my voice cracked, betraying me.

“Don’t do that,” he said gently, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek. His thumb brushed away a tear. “Don’t shut me out.”

I looked away, ashamed. “It’s stupid. I don’t want to bother you with it.”

He let out a soft, exasperated laugh. “You could never bother me, Y/N. Talk to me. Please.”

His sincerity was a warmth I couldn’t resist. I took a shaky breath, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “I just… I don’t feel good about myself right now. About my body. It’s been eating me alive. And I didn’t want you to… I don’t know. See me like this. Feel disappointed.”

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he looked almost hurt. But then his expression softened, and he moved to sit beside me on the bed, taking my hands in his.

“That’s why you don’t change in front of me anymore? Why don't you go to the pool? Why we’re not…” He hesitated, his voice dropping even lower. “Why we’re not having sex?”

I nodded, ashamed, and he exhaled, his grip on my hands tightening slightly.

“Y/N,” he started, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Do you know that? Not just because of how you look—though, trust me, that’s enough to drive me crazy every day—but because of who you are. The way you laugh, the way you care for people, the way you’re so unapologetically you.”

I blinked at him, stunned, and he continued, his hands squeezing mine.

“And your body? God, Y/N. I love every inch of you. Every curve, every line, everything that makes you you. I’ve never once thought you were anything less than breathtaking. And if you can’t see that right now, that’s okay. I’ll keep reminding you until you do.”

My chest ached with the weight of his words, and I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. But this time, they weren’t out of sadness. They were because of him, because of how deeply he cared. He didn’t hesitate to pull me into his arms, holding me as I cried into his chest.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Don’t be,” he said firmly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for.”

We stayed like that for a while, his arms wrapped around me, grounding me. When I finally pulled back, he looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Now, if you’ll let me, I’d like to show you just how much I mean everything I said.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a kiss so soft and reverent that it made my heart ache. His hands came up to cradle my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks as if I were something precious. When he pulled away, he didn’t go far, resting his forehead against mine.

“You’re everything to me, Y/N,” he murmured.

He guided me gently, his hands never leaving my skin as he shifted us back onto the bed. His touch was deliberate but unhurried, as if he wanted me to feel every ounce of his devotion. His kisses trailed from my lips to my neck, his whispers of affection a soft hum against my skin.

Each touch felt like a promise, his hands tracing over me with reverence, pausing at moments to meet my gaze, his eyes filled with nothing but love. As his lips brushed across my collarbone, he murmured, “You’re so beautiful. Every inch of you, perfect.”

When his hands moved over my body, his touch was both tender and confident, and every caress came with a soft reassurance. “This is mine to cherish,” he whispered as his fingertips traced the curve of my waist. “You have no idea how stunning you are to me.”

 But when he entered me, it was different. There was a soft intensity to it, a sense of connection that went beyond the physical. He didn't rush, didn't push me into anything. He moved with a tenderness that made me feel like I was the most precious thing in the world.

When he pulled back for a moment, his eyes locked on mine, full of warmth and concern. His breathing was heavy, but his touch remained gentle as he reached up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing across my skin with such care. His touch sent a shiver through me, not from desire, but from the tenderness of it, the way he seemed to be saying without words that I was safe with him.

"Are you okay?" His voice was soft, a whisper against the rhythm of our bodies. His forehead rested against mine, and for a moment, it felt like time had stopped.

I nodded, my chest tightening with emotion as I whispered, "Yeah, I'm good. Just… needed this."

He smiled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips, his hand never leaving my face. "I’m here," he murmured. "I’ve got you."

Each thrust was accompanied by a kiss or a murmured reassurance, his voice low and soothing as he told me how beautiful I was. "You’re so incredible, Y/N," he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear. "I love you more than anything, every single part of you." He held me close, his movements steady and deliberate, pausing every so often to press a lingering kiss to my shoulder or forehead.

"You’re perfect," he murmured, his hands cradling my face as he met my gaze, his sincerity shining through. "I’ll spend my whole life making sure you know that." With each press of his lips to my skin, he repeated his praises, grounding me in his love and unwavering devotion.

I could feel his hands, strong but tender, guiding me through it, and his eyes never left mine. When I moaned, it wasn't out of desperation, but from the depth of how much he made me feel seen, loved, and cared for.

He shifted slightly, still holding my gaze as he continued, but his touch remained soft, as though every movement was a promise. His hand moved from my cheek to my hair, gently tugging it back from my face as he leaned in and kissed me again, his lips soft and slow against mine.

"You’re perfect," he whispered between kisses, his breath warm against my skin.

I could feel the tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming sense of love and tenderness he was showing me. His touch, his words, they all assured me that I wasn’t just loved, I was adored in every way possible.

His gentle caresses, the way he touched my cheek, every soft whisper between us — it was a constant reminder that I didn’t have to be anyone else. I didn’t have to hide or be ashamed. I was enough just as I was.

When we came together, it was slow and intimate, his movements careful and gentle, his hips meeting mine in a steady rhythm that felt like a conversation without words.  

 Afterward, Dave didn’t let me go. He wrapped me in his arms, pulling the blankets over us, his fingers idly running through my hair, smoothing it back from my forehead. It was such a small thing, but it made my heart swell, knowing he was so thoughtful in these moments.

“Are you good?” he asked, his voice soft and warm, the concern still lingering in his tone.

I nodded, trying to smile, but my voice gave me away. “Yeah, I’m good.”

He studied my face for a second, his brow furrowing slightly as if he could tell I wasn’t being entirely honest. He gave me a small squeeze and brushed a lock of hair from my cheek.

“You sure?” he asked again, his eyes searching mine, wanting to make sure I felt okay.

I hesitated, then quietly added, “Actually... could you just hold me for a bit?”

His expression softened, and without a second thought, he pulled me closer, wrapping me tightly in his arms. His warmth was comforting, and I buried my face in his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear. His hands stroked my back slowly, tracing small circles as if to say, I’ve got you, you’re safe.

“You’ve got me,” he murmured, as if reminding me. “Always.”

I sighed into him, finally feeling a sense of peace wash over me. The quiet intimacy of being held, of just existing in this moment with him, made me feel cared for in a way that words couldn’t quite capture.

His fingers continued to run through my hair, and I felt his lips press softly to the top of my head. “You know, I think this is my favorite place to be,” he whispered, his voice muffled against my hair. “Right here with you.”

A small laugh bubbled out of me, my chest still tender from the emotions of the night. “You’re a dork,” I whispered, but it was with a smile.

He chuckled, tightening his hold for a second before settling back into the rhythm of his gentle touch. “Yeah, but I’m your dork.”

“I guess you are,” I said, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the blankets or the heat of the room.

We lay there, his hands never stopping their soothing motions. It wasn’t the kind of silence that felt empty, but the kind that was full of love, trust, and the quiet understanding that we didn’t need words to feel connected.

When I finally felt myself drifting, my breath slowing and my muscles relaxing in his arms, he whispered once more, his voice barely audible. “I love you so much, Y/N. Don’t ever forget that.”

“I won’t,” I whispered back, my eyelids heavy as I let sleep take me.

[their80smichelle]

Hiii I got a request! Orginally I had this idea down even wrote it on my masterlist but just wasnt working out after I tried to rewrite it.

Anyways, they chilling at his place and Dave Mustaine teach reader French (it's okay if u dont use french words lol) after hearing his recent song A Toute Le Monde, she wanted to learn as well. Feel free to do whatever lol 🙏

look at him go

a/n: Hiii! I. love. It. As a first request it’s really cool.🔥🩷

Sorry it’s long I was inspired- hope it’s okay and not too bad and that I respected your request (I feel like I rushed it at the end) (I'm always scared to post stuffs I write.)

Of course I used French words cause… I am French🤧

Time to tell you French is absolutely not sexy when YOU ARE French💀(I made myself giggle while writing this request though.)

🥖🇫🇷Also, Dave said the lyrics meant “to the entier world, to all my friends, I love you, I must go.”

But I would have translated it as “to everyone, to all my friends, I love you, I have to go.” Cause “to the entier world” in French it’s “Au monde entier.” There’s not a big difference but it’s still different. And for “je dois partir” it means you HAVE TO. But again, there’s no big difference.

Warnings: grammar obviously, French, fluff, is it cheesy? It definitely is, cliché lol

Anyway, hope you’re going to enjoy it!! 🩷

You and Dave were at his place chilling, eating popcorn and watching TV. You were sat on the couch and Dave was on a chair checking a magazine.

Megadeth just released their new song “A Tout Le Monde” and you already love it. But since the title and some lyrics were not in English you were wondering what it meant and why he wrote it in another language.

“Hey Dave…” he looks at me and smile, “Hey you…”

“Can I ask you a question about your song?” You ask turning your head toward him. “Sure, which one?”

“Hmmmm…” You hum and narrow your eyes unsure on how to pronounce it. You could see his smirk forming on his face. “The last one.” You speak. At least you were sure to not mispronounce it. Dave nods and looks at you, that little smirk still painted on his face. “The last one?”

“Ah no. Don’t make me pronounce it.” I tell him amused “Aw too bad... I can’t answer your question if I don’t know what song you’re talking about love…” Is that ginger mocking you or daring you??

“Aw… too bad for you too… for once someone was caring about your music.” You obviously didn’t mean that. You just returned it against him…

He opened his mouth wide and scoffed. Dave almost laughed but he quickly took a serious face and narrowed his eyes looking directly at you.

“Say it.” You narrow your eyes too “No.”

“Yeah, say it.”

“Nah.”

“C’mon say it!”

“Nuh uuuuh”

Dave looks at you and purse his lips “Hmm.” You mimic him and purse your lips too.

He wasn’t going to answer your question. You raise your eyebrows.

“Well. Okay.” He smirks again as you say it. “You’re evil. What’s the name again?” You feign not remembering it… but he’s not stupid so you roll your eyes.

“Hmmm, aaaa… tu- touuut, le… monde.” You say with an accent. Dave raises his hands in the air “Yeaaah”, but he laughs. You grimace “Hey don’t mock me.”

“Okay okay...” he stops his laugh and looks at you again “So what was that question?”

“Ah! Why the title and some lyrics are in French or whatever is that damn language?” he smiles. At least it’s a good question. “We just wanted to try something, and we tried in a lot of different language. We had Spanish and French, but French is the one that sounded better, and that was probably easier to sing.”

“Ah yeah cause French is easy…”

“That’s not what I said. And I have French ancestors anyway.”

You smile at this information. That’s actually a fire sentence to say.

“Sooo what does the lyrics mean in English?”

French is supposed to be a sexy language. Not that he’s not already sexy but he could be even more…

“Well, the title is in the lyrics… A tout le monde, à tout mes amis, je vous aimes, je dois partir. It simply means to the entier world, to all my friends, I love you, I must go.” He explains to you.

You were listening carefully to understand the meaning “I don’t know how… to explain that but, it’s simple words but deep lyrics.” He smiles again at your kind of compliment.

“Hey, do you know something else in French??” You happily ask curious. Not that You wanted to learn French, but it was still interesting.

He shrugs “Huh… I’m not fluent but I know some basics yeah. Why?” You look up and smile. “What?” he laughs (cutely. help). You shrug and purse your lips to hold your smile “Teach me French.”

He laughs again “Like what? I only know- “

“-Everything you know.”

He gets up and walk toward you. “Well, I know, bonjour…” he looks at you giggling at his accent “I know… Je m’appelle Dave…” You giggle and look at him in the eyes as he sat beside you. He looks at you too “salut…”

“Salut…” You repeat in a whisper. You couldn’t help the smile on your face.

“Tu es magnifique…” He says with a warm voice. You laugh again trying to hide you red cheeks. He laughs too “Why are you blushing? You don’t even understand!”

He takes a flirty face and raise his eyebrows up and down “Am I sexy?” it made you laugh even more. Is French funny or is it him being sexy? No. You’re not answering to that.

“Maybe! But out of all of this, what can I learn ??” He thinks about it for a second. “Hm. I know some curses too.”

“Dave! C’mon!” You slap his arm slightly “What?? You want to learn French to make me blush too??” He complains more amused than offended.

“HE- No?” You stop and say innocently “Sure… Okay repeat after me. Je, m’appelle.”

You repeat words after words, and you actually find it easy. He learned you how to say your name, your age, your gender, where you live.

“Stop laughing! How do you even pronounce that!”

“Aujourd’hui, je visite New York. Today I visit New York. Come on!”

You try to mouth the words as he says it. Yeah, well okay maybe French is hard. You then say the sentence Dave told you.

“No don’t say New York with an accent. French don’t do that…” You laugh a bit surprised “Why are they so complicated with their useless muted letters and their apostrophes?”

That French lesson ended with you not being able to pronounce anything anymore and Dave laughing at you trying to pronounce “Écureuil” because he thought it would be fun to teach you that word.

You both were now laying on the couch watching TV again your head on his shoulder and his head on yours.

“You know you can still try to learn curses… it’s easier…”

[accihoe]

Roses On Your Grave

Public Enemy No. 1 has me SCREAMING at the moment. Plus my mom just came back from a funeral. Fun fact, my dad has been dead for 13 years, and I've never seen his grave before. There's a funeral of someone very special to me tomorrow, but I don't have enough money to go.

Disclaimer: This is kind of freaky, not as freaky as I'd like it to be, but kind of weird. Could be triggering or upsetting or whatever to certain audiences. So please read at your own doing, risk, conscience.

Pairing: Dave Mustaine x fem!reader

Summary: Having a kind heart, a dark past, and a horror-loving personality, Y/N delivers flowers to graves that rarely get visitors. Dave, looking for inspiration, finds her there, and is startled.

Warnings: Disclaimer. I know to some you're like, "What's she talking about? This is vanilla.". Yes, darling, I'm trying my best to keep it vanilla. I guess I have to spoil the best bit: Y/N shares a name with one of the gravestones, which spooks Dave.

A/n: Same drill, lovely people. Dunno what I'm talking about? Read my other posts ;)

xxxx

Dave Mustaine, in need of inspiration for his new band, after being kicked out of his last, found himself in a small town. The taxi driver had asked him, "Where to?", and Dave had said, "Surprise me.".

So, much to his surprise, or much not, he was driven two states away from where he was picked up, in a cold, wet town. Dave grimaced as he looked around. The town held a dark, wet, and eerie aura, contrasting to that of the vibrant palm city which he was used to. He handed the driver money, and the driver took off. As if on cue, a light drizzle of rain came. Dave groaned, looking around for a dry spot.

However, when he reached his spot, the rain stopped. Spooked, Dave looked around. Trying to ignore the chill in his spine, he walked around. With nothing but a desperate need of accommodation and inspiration, he slipped into a graveyard. Dave hid his suitcase behind a large tomb, hoping nobody else was as crazy as he was to enter a strange graveyard.

Dave walked around, noticing a single red rose on only the dilapidated tombstones, those which looked abandoned. His stomach clenched, mind urging him to go back and leave the freaktown, but he remained, walking forward. In the distance he saw a figure, and his stomach dropped. Dave scurried to crouch behind a grave, scrunching his nose up at the cold and slimy moss. He noticed another red rose on the grave.

He jumped up, rubbing his hands down his jeans. The fog had gotten thicker, and he was struggling to see. Dave's pulse beat increased as he backtracked, trying to find his footsteps on the overgrown grass. When he looked ahead, he saw the figure coming closer.

"I'm armed!"

Was all he managed to say. The figure halted, and a snicker landed on his face.

"Yeah, a gun, and a knife, and stuff..."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean any harm. You just seemed lost."

A gentle voice spoke, a British accent, and his stomach warmed.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I mean I'm still not afraid to use my weapons on you."

She was in front of him as soon as he looked back for a way to get out. Dave stepped back, cursing internally as his back hit a tree.

"Dangerous weapons you've got there."

She smiled, looking at his free hands.

"They're inside my jacket."

"Well, no need to use them today. I was about to leave. I just have one more stop. Come with me."

Dave found her soft hand holding his, tugging him along with her. He followed her, both out of curiosity and fright.

"I'm Y/N, it's nice to see a new face in this town. Especially a young one."

"I'm Dave. And they'll be looking for me if I go missing."

"You don't need to worry about that, Dave. Even if I wanted to kidnap you, I don't have the right equipment."

Dave looked at her as she handed him a rose.

"You can put this one down. Right here."

She pointed at a deserted grave. He doesn't know why, but Dave crouched down, placing the rose on the overgrown grass. His eyes flickered up, reading the name.

Y/N Livingstone, 1889 - 1912

He stood up swiftly, stepping back horrified. Y/N tilted her head with a gentle smile. Dave shook his head, his read hair shifting around as he stepped back, raising a trembling hand. Y/N felt sorry as she saw the poor stranger pale even more, eyes wide.

"Don't worry. I'm not a ghost. I just share a name with a lady born in the 1800s."

"Prove it."

She sighed, shaking her head.

"Well... I held you, and my last name isn't Livingstone."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

She nodded.

"You're obviously not from around here, Dave. What are you doing here? You seem like a city rat."

"I am not a rat. And I'm here because I need to write."

"And you're afraid of me."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I'm simply putting flowers on graves, and you're looking to write about them?"

"You wouldn't get it."

She just flashed him that smile.

"I'm done here. Good luck with your writing, Dave."

She started walking away.

"Wait!"

She turned to him.

"I'm lost. Can you help me out?"

"Sure,"

She smiled. Dave jogged up to her, sliding his hand into hers. Y/N's stomach fluttered and she spared him a glance. They walked in silence, hand in hand. Dave grinned in relief when they saw the exit, but froze in his spot.

"My bag."

He let go of her hand, running to behind the large tombstone. When he returned, he held her hand again.

"Where are you going to now?"

"Home."

"Are there any places to stay in this town?"

"Depends on how much money you've got."

"Enough."

"There are a few motels, no hotels or BnBs. Nobody's interested in this town other than a pitstop."

"That'll have to do then, I guess."

"I'll walk you there."

"And then I'll walk you to your house."

"I suppose you aren't so much of a city rodent." Her comment made him smile, and they continued to walk hand in hand. The walk wasn't too far.

"This is the best out of the lot. As good as it can get I suppose."

"Let me walk you back now."

"Don't you dare come over and dissect me in my sleep tonight."

"...What?"

"It was a joke."

She sighed.

"Well, even if I wanted to, I don't have the right equipment."

Y/N smiled brightly at Dave, he shot back at her with her own joke from the graveyard. They held eye contact for a few moments, and only then did Dave notice her raw beauty. His lips parted slightly, awestruck by the woman who's hand he was holding.

"I, uh, you're beautiful."

"Thank you, Dave. As are you."

"No, really. I haven't met a woman like you."

"That's nice to hear. I haven't met a man like you."

Dave looked away and started walking to hide his blush. She led the way, and the walk was roughly 6 minutes.

"Wow. Not far at all. Pity I don't have the right equipment."

He said. Y/N nudged him gently in the side.

"Come up for coffee. I live at the very top."

She gave him a kiss on the cheek before slipping away and to the staircase. Dave stood and stared, dumbfounded.

xxxx

Part 2?