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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 1 month ago
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okay this is the first time ever requesting anything EVER! But I love ur writing so I had to. I’m think a three way between the reader, James and Dave. But it’s like they’re fighting over who’s doing it right? And the reader is kinda innocent and has no experience. And they end up fucking her, taking turns like a competition bc they both in love w her? And, idk, maybe they met her bc she works for a catering business so they both know her? Idk if that makes sense lmaoo. Obviously only if ur comfy w it, but I beg!!!!
A/n: I will never not be mad that my computer glitched AFTER I FINISHED THIS and none of it saved so I had to start from scratch all over again 🥹 I WAS LITERALLY ADDING THE TAGS kill me 😩
Two days later and I’m still mad IT WAS PERFECT I genuinely think I peaked with that one 😫
Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight breeding kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
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“What-what do you want, Dave?” You asked, struggling to bite back moans as James curled his fingers at just the right angle.
Dave could picture you now, doing everything you could to get off on your fingers without him there to help you. “I was just checking in, see how you were doing in the new place.” He said, twirling the phone cord in his fingers. “Didn’t realize how needy you were, want me to come over?”
“What’s he saying?” James asked, barely pulling away from you, his hot breath fanning over your cunt. His fingers didn’t stop, still thrusting into your tight hole to prep you for him.
Dave heard James over the receiver, anger already boiling in him. “Who’s that?” He asked, struggling to hold back to venom in his voice. “Are you with someone?”
James took the phone from you and hung up on Dave, going back between your trembling thighs. "Don't think about him, just think about me." He said, flicking your clit with his tongue. "Let me show you what you've been missing with Dave."
You wanted to get him to stop, you knew you should've, but you couldn't. His tongue, his fingers, he felt so good. Your head fell back and you reached down to him, fingers lacing through his hair and pulling him closer.
You’d just moved to L.A. not long after your tour with Metallica. They weren’t the first band you’d gone with for catering and such, organizing dinners whatever. First you went out with Megadeth where you met their lead singer, Dave Mustaine.
He seemed to have a thing for you, you didn’t catch on right away but he didn’t make an attempt to hide it.
Dave was great and helped you move into your apartment, it wasn’t far from his place which was why you gave him a key. Now you were regretting that decision.
Your moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. Still, you heard the keys jingling in the door, followed by Dave storming over.
He stormed into the room, swinging it open and stopping dead in his tracks at the sight. James between your legs with a firm hold on your hips as he thrust in and out of you at a brutal pace.
“What the fuck.” Dave hissed, pulling his shirt off over his head and making his way over to you. By the time he got to the bed he was just as naked as you and James.
Dave reached over for your head, turning you to him as he stroked his semi hard dick. He lined himself up with your bruised lips but James pushed him away before he could really do anything.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He demanded, unable to take most of his attention off of you wrapped around him. "She-she's never done this before, Dave, you can't just-just choke her."
Dave stared at James who was abusing your hole right now with his thrusts that lacked any rhythm. He was so close, he tried to push it off but he couldn't help the high that he was so close to.
Dave rolled his eyes and looked back to you, he knew, as much as he didn't want to, that his former bandmate was right. Your lips parted, moans left you, but you could barely handle this, let alone any more.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipped under his weight. Dave brushed your hair out of your face and cupped your cheek in his hand so you could look at him. He smiled down at you so warmly it distracted you for a moment from James brutal thrusts. "You're doing so good, darling." He purred. "You look so pretty like this."
"So fucking breedable." James grunted, his hand pressing down on your stomach where a bulge had formed from him. A soft gasp left you, Dave's eyes shot up to James, glaring daggers into him.
With a few more thrusts James came, painting your walls with his cum. He pulled out of you, letting his cum drip down your ass as he laid down beside you.
James wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his side, letting you rest your head on his arm.
Dave scoffed. "Couldn't even make her cum."
James shot him a look. "I made her cum."
"Not with your dick, you didn't." James rolled his eyes at Dave's words. "You fuck like a bitch in heat."
"At least I fucked her." Dave had to stop himself from punching the blond.
He moved to kneel between your legs, looking over you a moment and running his hands along your sides with a featherlight touch. "Not good enough, obviously." He muttered. He leaned down, kissing your cheek and jaw, nipping at your earlobe. “Sweet thing needs it soft and slow.”
Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Dave’s cock push between your wet folds, bumping your clit. Dave let out a low groan as he pushed into you, feeling your walls around him squeezing so deliciously.
Dave paused to let you adjust even though there wasn’t much difference between him and James, as much as he hated to admit it.
Dave started rolling his hips, watching your reactions closely until his dick was angled just right inside you. You squeaked, eyes shutting tight.
Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him impossibly closer to you. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dave asked, giving your hip a gentle squeeze. “You look so pretty like this, taking me so good.” He cooed, smiling warmly down at you.
Not wanting to lay there uselessly James traced shapes on your stomach, hand moving lower until his rough, calloused fingers found your clit, rubbing it in pace with Dave’s thrusts.
His attention was on you the whole time, James hated that he wasn’t the one making you feel this good. He hated that it was Dave, of all people it had to be Dave. He made you cum on his fingers and he’d be damned if he couldn’t do it again.
Dave kept his rhythm, rubbing your thighs and sides, trying to ignore James’s fingers bumping his groin every few thrusts.
Your mind was a muddled mess, eyes fluttering in pleasure. You couldn’t focus on anything but the way they were making you feel, the way the veins on Dave’s dick dragged on your gummy walls, the bulge that came with him fucking you so deep. James’s fingers rubbing you smoothly, jolts of electricity shooting through you.
“That’s it, darling, just relax.” Dave purred, letting you come undone from every little sensation. You head fell back, back arching off the mattress as you came on Dave, walls fluttering around him and he followed suit not long after, filling you to the brim with his seed.
A low groan left him, his hips jerking a last time before he pulled out and laid down on the other side of you.
You shifted closer to James, the two mens cum mixed together with your own juices as they spilled out of you.
“Are you kidding me?” Dave demanded. “After that, you go to him?”
“Dave.” James said, rubbing your side and squeezing your waist. “Look at her.” He rolled you onto your back, letting Dave see the glazed over look in your eyes, your lips parted slightly with heavy breaths.
Dave couldn’t exactly be that mad at you now, not when you were so out of it. “Fucked dumb, huh?” He cooed, kissing your temple. “Just sleep now… I’ll kick James out later.”
The blond rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to him, taking you for himself while he could.
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valwrites-stuff · 4 months ago
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Don't summon the devil
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Dave buys a book about witchcraft just for fun. Once he's really getting into it, he decides to put a spell on someone he despises only for it to actually work and strange things keep happening, scaring the shit out of him until one night he wakes up from a nightmare, shaking him to the core and resulting in a panic attack. You are there to take care of Dave, him promising to get rid of the book.
Dave Mustaine x Reader ☆ Angst, Horror, black magic, panic attacks, nightmares
Dave had always been interested when it came to anything supernatural. So when he stumbled upon a book about witchcraft at a yard sale, he thought it would be a fun little read to pass the time.
He walked into the apartment, a mischievous grin on his face as he held up the dusty old book he had purchased. "Check it out, babe! I bought a book about witchcraft!" he exclaimed, excitement evident in his voice.
You raised an eyebrow, skeptical of his purchase. "Witchcraft, Dave? Really? What are you planning to do with that?"
Dave shrugged, still grinning. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe cast a spell or two, summon a demon, you know, the usual stuff."
You rolled your eyes, not buying into his playful act. "Come on, Dave. You don't actually believe in that stuff, do you?"
Dave chuckled, flipping through the pages of the book. "Of course not! I just thought it would be fun to mess around with. Plus, who knows? Maybe we'll discover some cool spells or something."
You sighed, shaking your head. "Fine, have your fun. Just don't go summoning any demons into this house, okay?"
Dave laughed, placing the book on the coffee table. "Don't worry, I'll be careful. But hey, who knows? Maybe we'll have a little Halloween fun with this book."
But as he delved deeper into the book, he found himself fascinated by the spells and rituals described within its pages. The idea of having the power to change his reality with just a few words and ingredients was intoxicating.
One day, after a particularly bad encounter with a bouncer at a bar, Dave decided to put one of the spells to the test. He gathered the necessary items and recited the incantation, not really expecting anything to happen.
But to his shock, strange things started happening. The bouncer he had targeted had been arrested the next time Dave visited the bar and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at his newfound power.
However, as the days went by, the incidents became more and more bizarre and Dave couldn't believe what was happening. Objects would move on their own, strange shadows would flicker in the corners of his vision and Dave would hear whispers in the dead of night.
He had always been skeptical of magic and the supernatural despite being fascinated by the topic, but now he was faced with the undeniable proof that his spell and witchcraft had worked.
As you sat in the dimly lit apartment one night, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. The bouncer's arrest had been just the beginning. Strange accidents seemed to follow Dave wherever he went.
One day, as he walked down the street, a car swerved out of control and narrowly missed hitting him. Another time, a tree branch fell from above, missing him by mere inches. Each time, Dave couldn't help but wonder if it was just a coincidence or if his work with witchcraft was somehow responsible.
He tried to convince himself that it was all in his head, that he was just being paranoid. But deep down, he knew that something was wrong. The power he had unleashed was beyond his control, and he didn't know how to stop it.
As the incidents grew more frequent and more terrifying, Dave knew he had to do something. He gathered the necessary items once again and tried to reverse the spell, but it was too late. The darkness had already taken hold.
One fateful night, Dave lay in bed, paralyzed with fear, a dark figure materialized at the foot of his bed. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its voice echoed in Dave's mind like a sinister whisper.
"You have meddled in things you do not understand, mortal," the figure hissed. "Now, you will pay the price for your arrogance."
Dave felt a surge of terror wash over him as the figure reached out a hand towards him, its touch like ice against his skin. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worst.
"Dave!" He felt the hand grab him, he woke up screaming in terror and shot up in bed, gasping for breath, feeling like the walls were closing in on him before his eyes found yours, you being the one who held onto his arm with a fearful look on your face. "Y/N..." Dave gasped, his voice trembling.
"Hey, it's me...it was just a nightmare." Dave's eyes darted around wildly as if searching for something. He slowly came back to his senses but his heart raced and his skin felt clammy with sweat. He turned to face you.
"I... I had the worst dream," Dave stammered, trying to catch his breath. "It felt so real."
"Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes it helps to get these things off your chest." You gently brushed a red lock from his forehead, your touch attempting to ground him.
Dave took a deep shuddering breath before whispering. "I should have never bought that book and got into black magic. These evil forces will even hunt me in my dreams..."
You reached out for his clammy hand. "Hey don't say that. I'm sure there must be a way to stop all this..."
Dave's hand trembled in your small one as he spoke, struggling to keep his words steady. "I...I thought so, too, but it's getting worse every day. Whatever spirits I unleashed, they're powerful. I don't know what to do..."
You could hear the crack in his voice at the last sentence before Dave looks away to avoid your eyes and hold back tears of desperation.
He clenched his jaw, fighting back a wave of despair. In a broken whisper, his true vulnerability slipped out. "I'm scared... I can't even sleep properly. The nightmares are relentless, and the fear just claws at me every waking moment. I feel like I'm losing control. What did I do?"
You watched your boyfriend with great concern until Dave found the courage to look at you, eyes watering, daring to spill over.
The tears finally escaped, rolling down his cheeks. In a quivering voice, he admitted his guilt. "I should've known better! I just wanted to explore what's possible. But I was a fool, and now it's tearing me apart from the inside out. I don't know how to make it stop..."
Your heart broke at the sight of Dave, realizing how serious the whole situation was. "Hey, baby...come here. We're gonna find a way out of this." You carefully wrapped your arms around him and just let him sob into your shoulder, tears streaming down his face.
His body clung to you as if you were the only thing keeping him from drowning in his despair. "I just want it to stop... I'll do anything... I can't live like this, I can't..."
"It's gonna be alright, I promise..." You held him tight and just listened to him cry, feeling how tense he was before his body started to shake in your arms as Dave quietly choked on his tears.
Dave could barely catch his breath between sobs, the weight of his fear and exhaustion crashing down on him. His words came out in disjointed fragments, raw with emotion. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have messed with things I didn't understand... I thought I was strong enough...that I could control it...but I was so wrong—"
"Dave, baby, breathe." You let go of him to clutch onto his hands, realizing Dave's cries turning into a panic attack, his chest heaving as tears streamed down his face. You could see the fear in his eyes as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Dave, it's okay. You're going to be okay," You said, trying to calm him down. "I can't breathe, I can't breathe," he gasped, his shoulders shaking.
"Yes you can. Look at me, focus on your breathing, baby. In and out, slowly," You instructed, holding onto his hands tightly as you tried to help him regulate his breath.
"I can't!" he repeated, his voice trembling.
"You can, Dave. You're strong, you can get through this," You reassured him, your heart racing with worry.
Dave tried to follow your instruction, struggling to regain control of his panicked breathing. His breaths were shallow and ragged as he fought unsuccessfully against each subsequent sob. He forced himself to speak, the words coming in halting gasps.
"I-I'm trying... I just can't..."
You could feel the anxiety and worry wash over you as you watched Dave struggle and reached out to take his face into your hands, staring into his tearing eyes. "Dave, baby, please breathe. We'll get through this, I'm here. Breathe with me, in and out."
Dave's eyes locked onto yours, finding a brief moment of clarity. His breaths were still shaky as he struggled to match yours, the sheer effort of focusing on something so simple proving difficult under the weight of his anxiety.
"I-I'm trying..." He tried to match your breathing, but it was still ragged and irregular, the fear and despair making it difficult to keep a steady rhythm. But bit by bit, he managed to slowly draw deeper, more stable breaths.
Dave's breathing slowly begun to steady under your calm, steady pace. His shoulders slumped slightly in relief as he finally felt his heart rate began to calm.
He nodded shakily, his words coming out in broken spurts between deep, steadying breaths.
"You got this. Just like that." A small and relieved smile crept onto your face as you saw him calm down slowly before you wrapped your arms around his exhausted body.
Dave's body slumped against you, the exhaustion suddenly hitting him hard. He clung to you tightly, his head resting heavily on your shoulder. He didn't speak for a long while, just focused on his breathing and the soothing comfort of your embrace.
The fear and despair haven't disappeared, but the overwhelming panic seemed to have subsided, leaving him feeling wrung out and emotionally drained. "Fuck, what was that?"
You soothingly rubbed his back as you answered. "You just had a panic attack." Dave nodded weakly, the reality of what just happened slowly sinking in. When he found his voice again, it was quiet and filled with embarrassment.
"I've never had one like that before..." He let out a shaky sigh, burying his face further into your shoulder. "I feel like such a mess."
As you cradled Dave, you stroked his hair soothingly, whispering reassurances meant to calm his racing heart. The warmth of your embrace seeped into his bones, gradually easing the tremors wracking his body.
"You're not a mess, Dave," you murmured gently, your breath tickling his ear. "Panic attacks can be terrifying and overwhelming, especially when they happen for the first time. But you're safe now, and I'm right here with you."
You pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, your own eyes shining with empathy and understanding. "There's no need to feel embarrassed. This wasn't your fault, anxiety and panic have their own way of taking over sometimes."
Dave's cheeks flushed with gratitude as he looked up at you, his fingers curling around yours instinctively. In that moment, the weight of his anxiety lifted, replaced by a profound sense of comfort and security in your presence.
"How do I stop what I started? There has to be a way." Dave whispered, desperate for an answer to his actions with black magic and the book he brought into his life.
"You need to get rid of that book. Maybe burn it, I don't know. We can ask your sister for help maybe, she's got experience with the occult."
The color drained from Dave's face as he considered your suggestion. The idea of confronting his sister about his dark misdeeds filled him with dread, but he knew deep down, that she may be their only hope to fix this.
He exhaled heavily, shoulders slumping in resignation."You're right. As much as I hate to admit it, she might be the only one who can help us undo the damage I've caused."
Tentatively, he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against your cheek. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this mess I created. You deserve better than being dragged into my twisted mistakes." You placed your hand over Dave's, holding it firmly against your skin.
"Hey don't apologize for what you can't change. We'll find a way, I promise." You said as you stared at each other, seeing the relief and gratitude on Dave's face.
The next day, you wasted no time in reaching out to his sister. She was surprised to see both Dave and you at her doorstep, but once you explained the situation and asked for help, she was determined to offer her assistance.
After looking in her books, she requested a returning spell to fight off dark spirits. Dave and you exchanged nervous glances, but you both knew that you had to do whatever it took to help him find peace. You agreed to try the spell, no matter how crazy or scary it seemed.
In a blinding flash of light, the spell was cast. You held your breath, waiting to see if it had worked. Slowly, the darkness that had been haunting Dave began to recede.
A sense of peace washed over him as you stood there, bathed in the warm glow of the candles before you finished the ritual by burning the book that brought dark clouds over Dave's life.
The darkness may have tried to consume Dave, but with your help, he's found a way out. And as you throw your arms around him to hold him close, you know that you'll always be there to guide him, to keep him safe from the shadows that lurk in the corners of his mind.
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aplaceforyourhearttorest · 1 month ago
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A to Z ⭒ Dave Mustaine (18+)
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Ask Despite him being well known to be overly temperamental and standoffish at times, with you, he's the definition of sweet. He's so well in tune with you and your needs, that with one simple and longing look from you, he knows exactly what you want. Unless he's in a rare mood to tease the hell out of you, and then all bets are off. He'll have you red faced and on the brink of tears as he teases you, repeatedly bringing you to the brink, just to tug you right back in the opposite direction. With Dave, it's safe and simple, yet wild and reckless at the same time. It depends on the mood, and surprisingly, he'll more than often follow your lead. If you want it rough and you're in the mood to beg and be taunted, he's all in, eager to please you and give you the pleasure you both know you deserve, all while getting the same amount from just watching you fall apart and getting the taste of you on his tongue.
Bondage He's got a thing seeing you lightly tied up and restrained in lace. The way it complements the tone of your skin and the way it makes you look so soft and submissive, it drives him insane. To him, it's a physical sense of you fully giving yourself to him. And to you, it's mentally freeing for you to be able to trust him enough, to give him the power of your movements. The way in which he takes his time making sure he's restraining you in places where he knows it won't be too uncomfortable for you relaxes him, and you both always laugh when he playfully tightens the material in places you both know you're ticklish at. It also comes in handy when things become sexual, while he's taking you from behind, and is able to use the material to yank you in whichever position he feels like. As long as he's able to fully sheath himself inside of you and pulse himself deeply inside, he's got fistfuls of lace and he's molding you against him without a second thought.
Cunnilingus He loves going down on you, almost as much as he loves being inside of you. From the sounds you make and the way you tighten your fingers in and between the strands of his hair, to the way your legs seize around his shoulders and forearms as you repeatedly climax, he can't get enough of it, and you. He loves the way you're so sensitive and reactive, and as much as he enjoys giving, he also likes receiving as well. One of his favorite positions to do with you in sixty-nine, because not only is he getting head, but he's also able to fully envelope himself in the taste of you. The dual sensation of your sex trembling and weeping on his tongue, while you're also tonguing at his slit and swallowing him down in deep interims, is something he'll never see himself getting tired of.
Dirty Talk You both love it, because it allows you two to be seductive and playful at the same time. It can sometimes start an hour or two before either one of you initiates, or only a few minutes. When you initiate it, you're subtly resting a hand on the nape of his neck and leaning in to whisper it right next to his ear, or you're leaning back while sitting on his lap, with your head resting on his shoulder and your lips caressing the side of his jugular. He's much more bold and uncaring if anyone sees how infatuated he is with you, with his dirty talk being an aloud statement, even in a half crowded and filled room. His hands are either formed in the divots of your hips and rubbing figure eights into your skin, or his forearms are pressed against your front, with his large hands and wide fingers leaving temporary indentations in your flesh as he grips onto you. Any nicknames within the same vicinity of sweetheart and doll are the only sweet words coming out of his mouth in the following sentences, with the rest of the filler being wanton announcements of how badly he can't want to feel you lose yourself underneath and on top of him later.
Edging If there's any free time longer than an hour and you're around for and during it, it's most likely going to happen. Sex with Dave is one of his many ways of showing you how much he loves and cares for you, and he takes it seriously. He edges you in a slow and sometimes frustrating way, but you swear it's worth it every time, once you're finally able to orgasm. He'll drag his tongue down every single inch available of your skin, depending on where you two might be, and he'll sink his teeth in soon after. The slight pain and the marks he leaves behind makes you hyperaware of every single particle of you he's taking apart and tasting, and your legs will almost always find their way on top of his shoulders. Whether his pouted lips are situating themselves around your swollen clit or he has you bent in half and burrowed into whichever surface you two could find at the time, he needs you close and almost always face to face. If he can't see or feel your reaction to his touch, he feels disconnected from you, and that's when he's no longer fully enjoying himself.
Foreplay Your guys' foreplay isn't so much skimpy outfits and lingerie, as it is playful and flirtatious touches, purposefully meant to come off as innocent and accidental. It can start off with his palm grazing itself against your ass as he's passing you by, to you bending down in front of him and brushing your backside on the top of his zipper. Your foreplay usually ends up with you both feeling pent up and slightly aggravated, and that's exactly what you two want. So then whichever one of you finally caves in and initiates first, it's always passionate and hungry, still feeling fun and new, rather than just putting on something sexy and then having him take it off of you.
Groping If you're close and near, his hand or both of them are always on you, and the same can be said for you. You naturally ground him and keep him relatively calm, so him being able to reassure himself that you're there physically helps him out a lot. He is quite cheeky and the opposite of shy, so his hands do wander often. If and when they do, he's usually got one resting on the side of your breast with the other in your back pocket, or they're both resting in between your upper thighs if he's got you sat on his lap. Yours soon follow after and usually rest on top of his, pressing them even further into you, in a silent reassurance that you want them there, more than likely without the layer of clothing. Your favorite is when he's got you in a passionate kiss and has your head tilted back with the weight of it, and his hand is possessively and gently curved around your throat. You make sure to align his fingertips against your pulse point, to prove to him how he consistently and constantly makes your heart race.
Hickeys There's always at least a mark or two on you, and if there isn't, it's because he's away on tour or out of town. Where they tend to be can vary, but there's usually a litter of them running themselves up and down your neck, or an accumulation of them on your collarbones and chest. If he's been rough with you the following morning or night, they can trail themselves all the way down to your groin and pelvic bone, or can be clustered on the tops of your asscheeks. He loves to be marked up as well, and you're rarely found without your mouth not connected to him in some way, so he's got a handful of his own. You like to bite and suck and lick them into creation in unordinary places, like underneath his chin and behind his ear. In places where only you know he's most sensitive at, and where you know he's most likely to subtly touch them and press into the kissing ache when he's thinking about and missing you.
Intercrural As much as he lives for the sensation of your walls pulsating around his dick and milking him dry, he also adores the simplicity of skin on skin contact with you. From anything to you placing teasing kisses on his shaft and then skipping forward to slipping his tip in between your reddened lips and resting him there, to fucking himself in between your slick clad thighs, he's more than up for it. But his favorite has got to be the combination of fucking and thrusting his way in between your spit covered breasts, while you try to catch the beginning of him to suck him into your mouth. Not only does it feel amazing, but he's also able to control the movement, and watch you at the same time. He'd grip onto the sides of your head while you hold your tits in place, while he's bearing his hips forward to purposefully buck himself forward enough to have his cockhead bump against your bottom lip. The look of hunger in your eyes, with the feeling of your heated skin gliding against his dick and the saliva making a mess out of you both, is enough to have him coming back and asking for it more often than not.
Jealousy Dave doesn't get easily threatened or uneasy by others very often, but when he does, he becomes irate. It isn't because he doesn't trust you, it's because the idea of someone you both don't know personally trying to get close to you or touch you makes his skin crawl. He's gone through being unwantedly touched and flirted with himself, and he does all that he possibly can to ensure that you feel safe with him around. So, when someone who can obviously see that you two are together tries to take advantage of you or becomes overly pushy, he loses his cool. It's only happened once or twice, and luckily you and a few others were able to hold him back and calm him down before anything drastic could happen. Not without a few punches being thrown beforehand, and a beer bottle or two being cracked open and strewn around in a fit of anger. Regardless of how he's still feeling after the fact, his first thought is to make sure you're okay. And once you are, he allows you to check up on him, and bandage his knuckles if necessary.
Kissing It's become a habit that the first one between you two to wake, has to wake the other one up with a kiss in the morning. What begins and starts with a simple peck and a trail of others, soon turns into a lazy morning makeout session. That soon follows with thoughtless and natural ones throughout the remainder of the day. Whether it's while you two are showering together or sitting beside each other, or one of you simply gets the urge to lean in and feel even more connected, you two lose count by the time the afternoon rolls around. For some, it may seem like you two are overcompensating and clingy, but for you two, it's something seamless and thoughtless. When you two become playful and decide to tease each other, they become heavy and wet, with tongues colliding and mouths only disconnecting to suck in shallow depths of air. No matter how long or short you two are apart, you always fall back into each other, with your guys' lips meeting in the middle.
Licking You could be doing something as simple as leaning against Dave's side with his arm resting on your shoulders, and you'll suddenly feel the familiar sensation of his tongue making contact with your cheek or the shell of your ear. It's more to get a sound of shock out of you or playfully get you riled up, and soon, you begin to mimic the behavior. Unfortunately, yet fortunately, it makes you two even more susceptible to making out. And something as small as you sticking your tongue out in a silent rebuttal, can quickly turn into him leaning forward to slide his own against yours, and then sucking the tip of your tongue into his mouth. He's already been one to lick and nip and bite at you, but it increases tenfold, and now there's rarely a time he isn't absentmindedly relaxing his appendage out during a kiss on your shoulder and neck while holding you in his arms. If it's while you two are having sex or in the middle of foreplay, he's damn near lapping at you and trying to familiarize himself with the taste of your skin. He's insatiable when it comes to you.
Masturbation Masturbation isn't much of an option when Dave's around, and that's only because he's so hands on and physically intimate with you. The only time you can remember him having you touch yourself for him, is when you two took polaroids of each other before he went on the road. Phone sex for you two during that time was still exciting when you both had the time to call, but it's nothing in comparison to when you two are actually able to be together in person. The one thing that made it so memorable, was the anticipation you two felt about finally being able to see each other again, and what you two would do when that time would come. And once you were able to see him again and feel him in person, it was electric and worth the wait.
Non-negotiable Dave refuses to be too rough with you, to the point to where you can't sit or comfortably lie down. Don't get him wrong, he enjoys spanking you and leaving marks, overstimulating you. But not to the point to where you're feeling overly sore and out of it afterwards or the next day. He also specifies and goes over the stoplight method with you, when you two decide to go a little bit further into things. You feeling safe and turned on and relaxed is the most important thing to him, and anything that deters that is an automatic no.
Orgasm Your guys' playfulness comes into play here, and so does overstimulation. As much as Dave loves to rile you up and drag things out, so do you. You love to make him writhe and moan, and when possible, have him cum more than once in a row. Watching him orgasm is one of your favorite things, with his hair fanning out below and around him, his chest heaving for breath, and his hips tremor filled underneath your touch. When it's your turn, you're lucky for a one minute break, especially if you have your fun first. Just as much as he is insatiable, he's hardheaded and likes to win. So, if you make him orgasm twice, he's making you cum three times. Depending on how much time you two have to fuck around and enjoy yourselves, things can span out from one hour, all the way out to two or three. Exhausting each other, just to lie down and decompress and come down together, is one of your shared favorite things to do.
Positions Anything from missionary to cowgirl to tabletop is more than fun and welcome, but a favorite of both yours and his is doggy style. With one of his arms wrapped around your middle and dragging you back mid thrust, his other hand trailing itself down your clad skin to recklessly rub and pinch at your clit. Your hands reaching up to blindly grasp at his forearms, even as your vision darkens and swims from all of your pleasure. The top of your head perfectly heightens out at the measurement you need to be able to tilt back and meet his eyes, and you both share a shaky breath as he uses his arms around you as leverage, with your breasts bouncing with the force of his exertion, and with the fight your lungs try to carry out. Every word you're both able to mutter out are filled and laced with directory praises, such as, you feel so good around me, and, please don't stop this time, it's too much, keep going.
Quickie Quickies are something you enjoy, despite loving taking your time with Dave. The excitement and the thrill that comes with them, as well as the high feeling that comes with an almost forced and quickly sought after orgasm, has always been so fun to you. Where you two have them a good majority of the time is in a bathroom at one of the venues, a backstage room's couch or table, or his favorite, against the stage while everyone is out. It's only happened a few times, and the first time he brought up the idea, you were terrified. It was after a two hour show and everybody was either backstage, or drunk off their asses and haphazardly heading back to their car or tour bus. The only things that comforted you at the time was that Dave was there with you, and that the center stage light was already off. The only lights that were visible were the small strobes, and every few seconds, blue and red would cascade themselves on your upper halves and the surrounding stage. You began to loosen up after he reassured you that everything was fine, and once you got into it, you just knew you two had do it again sometime soon. The way your head dipped down while you rode him and the way he curved up to whisper in your ear, the way his nails dug themselves in your hips for grounding as you used the heels of your feet to bear yourself up and down his length with reckless abandon, the echoes of the sounds of your guys' shared pleasure. You two were able to do it again a few months later, and nearly got caught that time around.
Roleplay Despite you two not being too into sexy outfits and dressing up much, you two really enjoy roleplay. The simple fantasies are the most effective, and you enjoy pretending to be lost the most. It seems to work out the best at a venue they'll be staying at for a few days. You'll knock on his backstage door and ask where another room might be, and he'll pretend to take advantage of the fact that you don't know where you're going. He'll invite you in and flirt with you, something casual, yet his body language shows his excitement. You two had met in a similar way, so it's personal, yet still exciting. You'll be able to relive and fulfill what you feel like you should have done that first night you two had originally met, and Dave can feed into his need of constantly wanting to please you, as well as hold onto one of his most treasured memories: the day you were lost, somehow made your way on over to him, and then stayed. When you two roleplay, it isn't when you two decide to get rough. Dave is hesitant with it, because he doesn't want to get too out of character or rough with you, and you find it more comfortable and easy to fully let loose in the safety of your guys' home, rather than at a temporary location.
Sensitivity Dave's most sensitive areas are under his chin, behind his ears, the center of his chest, and right below his navel. Your favorite thing to do is lightly kiss and blow beneath his right ear, while sliding a hand down his middle, and resting it right near his groin. Feeling the way his stomach caves in with a sharp inhale of breath, and the way he shudders when your hand teases the material of his thin shirt up his stomach. By the time you two are in bed, the nights and times you decide to take over and become fully dominant, he's already spacing out, and completely open and prepared for whatever you want to do. Your most sensitive areas are in between your thighs, the backs of your arms, and your spine. One of Dave's favorite positions to have you in is on your knees, with your legs spread wide open, and your face resting on the bed beneath you, or on a pillow. He'll rest on his own behind you, and start off with trailing his lips and tongue down the expanse of your spine, while also running the pads of his fingers over your goosebump ridden thighs and flesh. Once he's done admiring you and leaving a few marks in their wake, he'll flip himself down onto his back, grab you by your knees, and slide you down until you're straddling the tip of his nose. You're barely able to find any stability, before he's pressing it against your clit, and using the top of his pointed tongue to lap at your already slick folds and sex.
Threesome Dave is very protective and possessive of you, so the idea of him sharing you with someone else doesn't seem or feel right. If you brought it up with him and it was a close friend, he might give it some thought, but he'd still most likely say no. He'd done a lot of sleeping around and experimenting before he met and got with you, and during that time, he got most of it out of his system. He loves what he has with you now, and he wouldn't want to jeopardize the trust and stability you two built together, even if it was you or someone within your guys' circle that proposed another attractive woman to him to join.
Universal Just like every other man on the planet, Dave loves receiving head. But to be more specific, Dave loves receiving head from you. Not just for the sensation and the orgasm that comes with it, but because of how you look when you perform it on him. The tears that collect of the sides of your eyes and then slowly fall, the way your nose quivers when you inhale a shaky and shallow breath, the way your eyebrows furrow when you try to take him down to the hilt, the moans you let out that reverberate against his dick and down his spine, when you attempt to fight back a gag. The blush that raises to the tops of your cheeks, and the way you guide a hand of his to the back of your head, once you feel confident enough that your throats fully relaxed. The way you to tap on his thigh once to signal him to slowly start to fuck your mouth, and the way you quickly tap twice to notify him when you need to breathe, and for him to let go. The way you look afterwards, with your spit and his residual seed covering and painting your bottom lip and the top half of your chin. So debauched, and everything he's ever wanted.
Vibrator You love to bring different toys into the bedroom, and he loves to use them on you. You both have multiple, but your shared favorite has got to be the vibrating cock ring. Not only does it rub against your clit in just the right way when he fully buries himself into you, but it also elongates Dave's own orgasms, and it overstimulates him as well. You use it at times when you're giving him a blowjob, and the way in which he loses his mind and spurts and shakes on your tongue, make its better every single time.
Where As much as you two are open minded and adventurous, at home is your two's favorite place to have sex. From the toys to the freedom to do it wherever you'd like, to how loud you two can be, without the fear of notifying someone close by or waking anyone up. You two have had sex in every single room, and on every surface that looked like it could carry at least one of your guys' weights. From the shower to the bathroom counter, to the bathroom floor, just do have another round in bed after those three. It doesn't matter where you two end up, because you'll end up having fun regardless. But being able to relax after, to be able to take your time with the aftercare, to be able to not have to worry about rushing after and keeping a lookout. That's what makes being at home so much better than constantly having to sneak around.
X Factor There isn't a single thing that this man dislikes about you, so it's hard for him to pick a specific trait to single out as his favorite of yours. But if he had to choose just one, he'd choose how accepting you are. You heard about him in passing before you two officially met, and you were told about how temperamental and moody he can be at times. Yet, you were still so open and kind to him. You didn't shy away or treat him differently because of his status, and you made him feel safe and understood because of it. Since you two have gotten together, you've seen him upset and nearly in a blind rage. But not once during those times have you ever flinched away from him, or not try to calm him down. You trusted him to not hurt you despite the stories of him being aggressive, and in turn, he trusted himself enough with you to open up about why he gets like that sometimes. He feels safe with you, and in turn, you feel the exact same way.
Yes and No Yes to being rough and open to exploring bdsm, no to ignoring safe words. Consent and communication are important to the both of you, and you two would never want to purposefully harm each other in way that isn't pleasurable. The basics are fine, such as light bondage, spanking, partial choking, and sex toys. But when it gets to the point to where the overstimulation is no longer feeling pleasurable, or one of you begins to feel overwhelmed, you both step back and give each other room to breathe, especially when safe words and the stoplight method are used.
Zip The only time Dave would be alright with you being quiet, is if you two were in a public setting, or if you had company over, and you two just had to be quiet. There was an incident a while back where you two had been sleeping in separate rooms to make space for friends that were staying over, but on the third night, you just couldn't force yourself to sleep without him any longer. You ended up sneaking downstairs to the lower guest bedroom, and you tiptoed your way over to where he was trying to rest. As if he was expecting you, a side of the bed was left unoccupied, and you climbed right in. Your movement had woken him up, and the relief on his tired face had you leaning in. If it was the limit of proximity from the past few days or his expression that got to you, you weren't entirely sure. But that night, regardless of who was near and trying to sleep, you both took care of each other. The hushed whimpers you both let out, and the nearly muted curses he grunted when you slid his fingers in your mouth while you bounced on top of him to keep yourself quiet and gagged, the way his mouth was gaping open in a quiet moan as you pulsated and writhed against him until he came inside of you and filled you to the brim. You guys were called out and teased for it and given your bedroom back the next day, and regardless of the emanating embarrassment, you were both just grateful to fully be back together once again.
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dave-me0wstaine · 1 year ago
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bad boy Dave changed my life genuinely I'll never be the same but imagine his band is just starting out and is playing a small venue and he asks u to go and its nothing you've ever experienced before but u get super into it and he sees you in the crowd, wearing a pretty pink dress, thrashing around and having the time of ur life and he just goes nuts and fucks u into oblivion when u get home 🥰
okay i love this ask because it gives me a chance to elaborate on the relationship dynamic in this au for a second!! so, i imagine this au takes place pretty early in megadeth's career, like 1984-1985.
i imagine him asking you to go is super special. he's fiercely protective of his band (given his recent outing of metallica), so for him to invite you and share his livelihood with you is no light offer.
and you, ever the innocent, don't realize it's a metal concert; people aren't showing up all pretty, in cute little dresses and a face of glittery makeup, which makes you stick out like a sore thumb. it makes it easy for dave to spot you, and when he does, its a miracle he doesn't short-circuit and stutter his movements on the guitar. you're just so pretty, big eyes looking up at him, swaying to the music in your pretty pink dress. maybe he even says hi to you in the mic in between songs, saying something like "hey, pretty girl." along with a wink.
and when the show's over, he's magically appeared right next to you, and is pulling you backstage into a makeshift dressing room. before you know it, his calloused fingers are pulling down your panties and rubbing into your clit. he keeps saying things like "you looked so pretty, baby. was that all for me?" and "you have no idea how much i wanted to jump offstage and fuck you the second i saw you."
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tuffduff · 5 months ago
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Friday the 13th
Pairing: fluffy 80’s Dave Mustaine x female!Reader
Words: 1,800+ ish
Warnings: mentions of scary movie, otherwise none!
A/N: I’m so excited to share this with you guys I MISS YOU ALL SO MUCH! Inspiration strikes, eh? This isn’t Guns N’ Roses, but it really hit me being Dave’s birthday and Friday the 13th. It ain’t the best but I thought I would because y’all just imagine? Anyways, I hope I can write more GNR related things too for y’all soon. If you’re still around and reading and liking my posts, thanks. I love you ❤️
Taglist (sorry if y’all don’t like Dave 💀): @ubernoxa @heavymetalgirl420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers @born-to-lose @lost-in-the-80s @petals-and-bullets @ginny-rose-sixx @julessworldd @greeneyezblackheart @blackberryblossom @clowncaits @the--blackdahlia
(pic not mine)
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“What, are you too scared?” Dave sneered, waving two movie tickets in front of your face. The teasing was apparently warranted by the too-long-of-a-pause you had taken. “C’mon, Y/N, when are we ever gonna have the chance to see Friday the 13th on Friday the 13th?”
“Probably never.” You conceded, trying to hide any apprehension you felt. Horror movies weren’t really your thing; they weren’t not your thing, but really, you never quite got the hype. “Isn’t this like…the millionth one, though?”
“Read the ticket.” Dave replied. You rolled your eyes; his bluntness wasn’t anything new to you.
“Well, I’ve never seen the first five.” You replied, crossing your arms.
“Y/N, c’mon. There’s not much to it. You don’t really need to keep up with the storyline. It’s a masked psycho going around killing people at a campground. Besides, they use Alice Cooper’s music in this one—that’s what you really need to know.”
“But why—” he was already rolling his eyes.
“Are you gonna go with me or not?” He snapped, cutting you off impatiently. Your eyes narrowed.
“Why?” You repeated, now growing suspicious.
“Are you kidding me?” He asked, his own eyes narrowing. “I don’t know, he drowned as a kid because he was neglected by camp counselors and now he kills other counselors—”
“No.” You cut him off, albeit with a frown. “Why do you want to go with me? I’ve never even seen these movies. Do none of your other friends want to go? Assuming you have those.” He glared at you now.
That’s how it always was between the two of you. You were probably the only one allowed to joke with Dave like that without getting dropped to your ass.
“You should take it as a compliment that I’m coming to you first.” He replied.
“Should I?” You bantered back, starting to smirk. He continued to glare and roll his eyes before snatching up his keys.
You both knew there wasn’t anyone else he would want to go see a movie with. Outside his band, he wasn’t exactly dying to hang out with anyone, and he didn’t want to see a movie with his bandmates either. Usually, he claimed hanging with you was his break from them. You were his go-to for everything; checking out new recording studios at the drop of a hat, scouring through pawn shops and record shops, late night fast food runs. Your number was the only one he had memorized, judging from the countless phone calls you had received from random phone booths all over LA at all hours of the day.
“Hurry up.” He merely threw the words over his shoulder at you.
“Are you going to buy me popcorn?” You continued on as you hopped into the front seat of his car. You knew you were the last one in it; the seat was still moved to fit your body and your jacket was still in the seat where you left it last night.
“No.” He grunted as he started the car. You glared at him silently as music immediately blared through his speakers, which finally made him smirk at you.
“How many times have I told you about your ears?” You scolded, turning the metal on the radio down to a more sensible volume. Again, you were probably the only one allowed to do so without him biting your arm off.
“Yeah, yeah.” He muttered dismissively, putting the car in drive. Quickly, you clicked your seatbelt on. It wasn’t wise to go without it with Dave driving.
“How about a big soda?” You jumped back to teasing him again, giggling as he rolled his eyes. “It’s funny though because you and I both know I’m gonna have a gigantic popcorn and a huge coke and gummy bears.”
“Oh yeah? I know that, huh?”
“Yes.” You nodded confidently.
“And why is that?”
“Well, you invited me to see this movie—which I don’t particularly want to see—when I could be taking a bath and reading a magazine and relaxing.”
“So what? I owe you or something?”
“Yes.” You replied brightly, again with a nod and smile.
“Yeah, alright. In your dreams.” Dave muttered.
“How about because you love me?” You proposed innocently. His eyes narrowed a little, but you could see the corners of his mouth curving upright.
“We’ll see about that.”
Sure enough, not too long after that conversation, you were sitting in theater 9 with your popcorn, soda, and popping a gummy bear in your mouth while Dave was grumbling to himself about movie theaters being a rip off.
“So, if he drowned as a kid how is he alive and killing…?” You whispered as the lights dimmed. Dave leaned in really close to your ear, making you freeze as he moved your hair aside. His lips were so close you swear you felt them ghost against your skin.
“Shut up.”
He leaned back with a smirk and you laughed, immediately getting shushed from a couple behind you. Dave rolled his eyes and you giggled again, this time a little more quietly.
As far as horror movies went…well, you wouldn’t really know. You didn’t quite have much to compare it too. At times, it felt a bit silly, but you soon found yourself really drawn into the plot. Which also meant you found yourself getting progressively more scared when Jason Voorhees popped out of nowhere. Dave laughed at you unabashedly when you jumped so hard you sent popcorn scattering.
“Are you sure you can handle this?” Dave leaned over to tease you as you plucked popcorn from your hair. You glared at him.
“Shut up.” You replied.
“Here.” Dave pushed up the arm rest between the two of you and beckoned you closer to him. You wrinkled your nose. “Alright, fine.” He replied, pushing the arm rest back down. You caught it with your hand quickly and pushed it back up and moved in next to him. “That’s what I thought.” He whispered as you sidled up next to him. He put his arm around you. “I knew this was going to happen.”
“What?” You hissed. There was another shush behind you and Dave turned his head to glare before turning back to you, leaning in close again, this time to ensure his words were only heard by you.
“I knew you were going to get scared. And I knew you were going to come crawling right into my arms.” His lips were so close, his warm breath tickling your skin.
“Oh, you just knew I would get scared?” You demanded. He raised an eyebrow. “Whatever, fine. But how did you know I would crawl into your arms?”
“Just a feeling.” He replied.
“Oh, I see. But Friday the 13th is normally bad luck, you know. What if your big plan didn’t work?” He chuckled.
“Yeah, right. You think some silly superstition scares me?” He said. “And besides, I bet you say my name in your sleep.” Your mouth fell open at the audacity.
“Are you kidding—“ an aggressive shush came once again from behind you. Dave immediately twisted in his seat.
“Fuck off.” He snapped before putting his arm back around your shoulders and tugging you close to him, giving your back a pat.
You had to admit, it was a perk being close with Dave due to his protective nature. Or was it possessiveness? The lines always seemed to blur with him. Not that you cared. You remembered the time at some guy’s house party when someone spilled a bright red drink on your shirt. Before you knew it, the guy was knocked out on the floor and Dave was guiding you to the bathroom with an arm around you, giving anyone too close to you a glare as if he dared them to even breath on you. He had given you the shirt off his back without hesitation and made you laugh when he asked if you wanted him to “break that guy’s neck.”
“I’ll do it.” He had threatened, and you weren’t sure if he was really joking or not, but the party foul was instantly forgotten.
It was always you and Dave. Not only was the line blurred between possessive and protective, there was also no boundaries it seemed in regard to personal space. His arm around your shoulder wasn’t anything new, but what did that mean exactly? You definitely looked like every other couple in this theater. When his bandmates called you his girlfriend he would usually call them some derogatory name in return, but he didn’t bother correcting them. But this wasn’t something that had ever come up between the two of you. He was always teasing you, and you could tease him back free of the vitriol and venom that he gave everyone else. Did that mean anything? You spent the rest of the movie consumed by the swirling thoughts in your head rather than what was occupying the screen.
“So what’d you think?” Dave asked as you both drifted out of the theater. His arm at this point seemed to be perpetually draped over your shoulders, adding more fuel to the thoughts in your head.
“Hm?” You asked, blinking a few times when you realized he was staring at you.
“Wow. Was it so scary that you repressed the memory of it all?” No one else could make condescension sound so close to fondness.
“No,” you laughed and shoved him lightly, breaking the physical connection between the two of you. But he came right back. “…Did you really ask me to see this movie with you so you could scare me into cuddling with you?”
“Scare you? Hold on,” he said indignantly. “Who says I need to scare you to get you to touch me?” You scoffed and he smirked. “No. A) I wanted to see this movie. B) I wanted to see it with you.” He laid out each piece very deliberately as if you needed help understanding. You rolled your eyes.
“That’s it, huh.”
“…And I wanted you to touch me.” He added. Maybe because it was only the two of you and the late night brisk fall air that allowed him to be vulnerable enough to tell the truth without trying to deny it whatsoever.
“Well, did it ever occur to you that you could just ask anytime?” You asked him, placing your arm around his lower back and squeezing him close.
“No. It’s better tricking you into seeing some scary movie.”
“Why?” You lamented.
“It’s a bonus. I get to see you scared.” You scoffed, shaking your head and trying to pull away from him but he only pulled you closer and kissed the side of your head.
All you wanted to scream was what are we?! But instead, you just went with it. Maybe some things didn’t need to be explained, at least not yet. Besides, if you lived in your head wondering what it meant that he laced his hand in yours and asked if you were hungry, you wouldn’t get to enjoy how nice it all felt.
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r0syr3a · 1 year ago
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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
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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.
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samiwife · 1 year ago
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Joking Around You ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Dave Mustaine x Reader)
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A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back a day early! It's great to be back from the hiatus. I'm doing great. Thanks for still supporting me even while on break. Requests are open again! So feel free to request some stories! Missed you all, hope you enjoy the story!
𓆩♡𓆪= Smut
ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff
⋆ ★= Angst
Dave has always been the goofy type in your guy's relationship. You're always serious and independent. That's what Dave loves about you. He can joke all he wants and you'll always smile and laugh with him. You will never judge him. One day, you were at your apartment baking some muffins for yourself and maybe some for Dave. You made the muffins but still needed to make the spread for them. Dave was visiting your apartment and was in the living room watching TV. You looked up from the kitchen and called out to him. "Dave sweetie, do you want to help me make icing? I'll let you lick the spoon." You said in a cheery tone. Dave immediately springs up and runs to the kitchen.
"Yes of course I'll help you!" Dave said wrapping his arms around your waist and his head resting on your shoulder. You smiled and opened the recipe book you used often. "Okay, so we're going to make cream cheese frosting for the muffins. I have the recipe right here and it's very simple to follow." You said as Dave still has his arms wrapped around your waist. "Yes ma'am, I'll take this so seriously," Dave said as he pouted. You giggled and brushed your fingers through his hair. "Dave, you don't have to stop joking. I love it when you make small jokes." You said moving the ingredients over. Dave lets go of your waist and starts reading the recipe list.
Dave takes the stick of butter and plops it in the bowl. You started to add the powdered sugar to the bowl. You began to mix as Dave added the cream cheese. You dipped your finger in to taste, it was nice and creamy. You dipped your finger in again, and quickly wiped it on Dave's nose. He giggled and did the same. You quickly took a butter knife and spread the icing on the muffins. You gave the leftover icing to Dave to eat and he happily grabbed a spoon and began eating. You laughed at how childish he was.
Dave looked up at you with icing on the corner of his mouth. You laughed, "Davey, you have some on your mouth." You wiped your thumb across his lips. He looked down and blushed. Dave scoops some more icing on the spoon and feeds some to you. You took a bite and nodded. "You're so good at baking, honey," Dave said licking the remaining icing off. You smiled and kissed his cheek. Dave wrapped one of his arms around your waist and pulled you in close to him. Dave took another scoop and wiped it on your face. You frowned and pouted. "Davey! I just cleaned my face!" You exclaimed. Dave laughed and licked the icing off your face. You giggled and kissed his lips. Dave leaned in forward deepening the kiss. "I love joking with you, you look so cute when you're serious," Dave said looking into your eyes. You pouted and looked down. Dave chuckles and kisses you on the cheek once more.
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deadaccount1-2-3 · 2 years ago
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hiiii, could you write some fluff with dave mustaine???
thank you so much
Sure thing! Sorry if this is t that good I wrote it at work because I was bored. 😭 But I still hope you like it.
Dave Mustaine x Reader FLUFF
Warnings: Idk, maybe mentions anxiety and loneliness or cursing
Exhausted
Dave was on tour again, and he was supposed to come back earlier that day. Sadly he didn’t, leaving you alone for another night. You sighed loudly, feeling the loneliness overwhelm your bedroom.
You hated when this would happen. It was already bad enough being left alone for long periods of time while he was on tour, but then he would be late and wouldn’t even call to tell you. Your anxiety began eating at you, whispering terrifying things into your ears about why Dave was late.
Of course this was a common occurrence, so it still confused you why you let the bad thoughts get to you. He was more than likely all right. His plane could’ve been late, or he decided to go out drinking with his mates before going home. However your mind told you different stories, and the more you dwelled on them the more possible they seemed.
You tried sleeping. Changing positions several times within a few minutes, attempting to get comfortable enough for your body to shut down and rid you of your thoughts. You couldn’t sleep though, not when you were lonely. This was another dilemma you faced while he toured. You hated sleeping alone, especially when you were alone and anxious. It was always such a struggle with you because your mind and body wouldn’t die down until he was by your side, caressing your soft skin, telling you how much he adored you.
You finally laid on your side, facing towards your window, which dimly lit the room with moonlight. You were somewhat comfortable now, and your exhaustion was finally settling in. You closed your eyes and began to drift off, hoping Dave would be home by the morning. Lucky for you you wouldn’t have to wait that long.
Your bedroom door creaked, but you didn’t feel like looking over. The slight breeze in the house would always move it, causing it to creek, so you never payed it any mind.
Dave was now in your bedroom, silently undressing himself, stripping down to his boxers as he cursed himself for not being quieter. You heard his clothing hit the floor, and his belt buckle made a loud clank.
“Shit,” he whispered, his voice slightly slurred.
Before you could roll over and greet him he began climbing in bed. He immediately snugged up to you and kissed your shoulder. You turned over and looked up at him. He smelled like alcohol, explaining the late night, no call, and the inability to be quiet.
“I missed you,” you quietly said, moving as close as possible to him and pecking his lips. He returned the favor by turning your gentle peck into a short, but passionate, kiss.
“I missed you more,” he flashed his drunken smile at you. Every feeling of anxiety and loneliness left after that, replaced by pure happiness and love. You kissed him again before the two of you cuddled with each other and fell asleep quickly.
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reincarnationoftheparty · 1 year ago
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Currently looking for a female friend to obsess over Metallica with; memes, TikTok’s, fanfics, etc. please and thank you, no one I know personally is interested like I am. Im 26, idk if there’s anybody around my age, I just need someone to enthuse with how hot and awesome these men are. I’m desperate plz
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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 4 months ago
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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
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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.”
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starch1ldz · 1 year ago
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About me!! ⏤͟͟͞͞✩
My requests are open if you want to give me ideas
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Stuff I like & request/ask boundaries
My name is? Keith! Also known as starchild, obviously. (Yes it's after the KISS guy... Unfortunately)
My pronouns are? He/him like a ken doll is he/him
My nationality is?: Cuban American
I like?: Skating, spiderman, fashion, stranger Things, criminal Minds, venom, MUSIC I love music, red and black, drawing and editing!
Fun facts?: I have a cat named Mysterio, I'm latino obvs, I'm autistic and I have ADHD.
Interests!: stranger things, Metallica, Megadeth, MCU, spiderman, TWD, psychological and paranormal horror, music
(MAY BE UPDATED)
Other socials?: Instagram, tik tok, ao3
@warofheartz is my twin (she's also one of two irls on here the other being @starfal1z who is one of my best friends)
I write... Sometimes :3
(Dms always open)
Tag guide:
#star child speaks: talking tag
#starchildz imagines: imagines tag
#starchild writes: fan fic tag
#star child edits !!: video edits
#starchildz musical school: anything music related
#starchild quotes: irl quotes by me
#spider!reid: anything related to my spider Spencer universe
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howlingday · 8 months ago
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grazi-your-rockette-queen · 9 months ago
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tiny update
heyyy sooo i’ve been working on a ton of stuff but not finishing the fics i start so i currently have 14 things in my drafts 😵‍💫 but here are the things u can expect from me soon:
-razzle oneshot
-really really sad kirk hammett fic thingy
-sami fic(s)
-still writing dave mustaine smut 🫠
-some duff content in one way or another
-new chapter of if it keeps on raining (hopefully)
okkkk i think that’s all currently so bye bye wish me luck
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terrorslice · 1 year ago
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NAUUURRRR scammer Dave Mustaine californian prince 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
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r0syr3a · 1 year ago
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A rosy introduction
Hello everyone! I figured that now I'm writing and being more active on my blog, I'd give a formal introduction <3
My name is Rea or Ryder (Rea pronounced Rye-Uh). I am an '05 babe and a Gemini.
I write fanfics and poetry and will be sharing others (Artists support Artists!)
Who I write: OG lineup of Guns N Roses, All Metallica members (yes, including Dave), and Motley Crue. I may write for TV shows/movies in the future.
What I write: I will mainly be writing fluff and angst, I can try smut if requested, but it is not my normal. Some pieces may be suggestive but that's about it and it will always be in the warnings. I currently only do "x reader". It can be romantic, platonic, or even family.
All my works will be under the rosywrites tag so you can find them easy! (Or you can use my masterlist!)
Requests are currently open! Don't be afraid to ask, if I'm uncomfortable with something, I will say so.
Thank you for reading <3
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