#megadeth smut

[witchfynderz]

dave mustaine x fem ready and dave is top dom

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓷 [💌]

𖦹 pairing ⨾ late 80s dave x fem reader

𖦹 kinks included ⨾ (slightly) pervy dave , kinda mean dave , size diffrence , hair pulling , degration , sadism in the form of spanking ,

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ [ 🌸 ]

𖦹 notes ⨾ first actual post here, there wasnt any specification for the setting and stuff so i hope you enjoy !

dave was at the usual houseparty with ellefson and the rest of his band, the room was dark with only lights from a tv and christmas lights, the stench of beer and liquor was going throughout the hpuse as multiple people were smoking, the room getting hotboxed with weed and cigarettes. it was loud so much going on.

the ginger sat on a couch pushed up against the wall near the tv, sitting with david while you stood in the crowd with a drink, the thin red solo cup standing out in the dim atmosphere.

you had caught his attention with your outfit,- a short skirt nearly showing your ass, paired with some ripped tights and heeled pointy boots with a tight band tee, chains and some spikes to decorate. smeared black eyeliner and shadow with glossy lips. dave looked your body up and down, biting his lip at your long legs, barely hidden by anything, knowing he could probably rip your stockings off and push your panties aside so easily. the alcohol in his system only served to heighten his thoughs, making his body hot and heart quicken with dizzyness.

mustaine looked over at david, who was near passed out in a drunken and tired stupor. dave nodded his head, like he was anny better.. and stood up to approach you, stumbling through the crowd until he put a hand on your shoulder, steafying himself and getting a good look at your face.

"hey.."

the taller man spoke, looking at all your features. eyes, nose, cheeks, how your makeup looked, the way your hair fell over your shoulders.. he tried to keep his eyes steady with yours, glancing down to your chest momentarily. his hungry gaze made you shudder slightly, he was eyeing you like a peice of meat.

"so.. i saw you from over there.."

*he said, pointing to the couch. you immediately knew where this was going, but this man was.. captivating. intimidating hazel eyes and flowing ginger locks, his hair was beautiful.. and so was that sharp jawline. the way he smirked, and how his lips curled salaciously into a smile was nothing but delicious.

you weighed your options, you could either go with him, and fuck.. maybe even get to kmow him, or pass up this golden opportunity with a gorgeous man.

"yeah? your still looking at me like your sitting over there.."

you hissed, setting your cup down on the table near your left side, and getting closer to the ginger. he was indeed still eyeing you, as much as he was trying to control his gaze, it wasnt working. he was locked onto your waist and thighs coming from your short, short skirt..

daves brow furrowed. he was not pleased with you being right, huffing and putting his hands on you. not exactly unwanted advances.. but it was definitely suprising, this level of boldness. his large hands gripped your waist and pulled you into him, you were forced to look up at his beautiful face once more.

"i can look at you however i want.."

he spat, leaning his face closer to yours, the comment made you feel taken back, matching his pissed off energy. your breath quickened, you felt like fucking smacking him. who was this convieniently breathtaking man to tell you he could ogle you like a steak? this feeling only resulted in you grabbing at his shirt and kissing him deeply, he growled into the kiss and held your face closer with one hand, pushing his tongue into your mouth, deeper, and deeper. tasting you within only a matyer of seconds. just another couple making out among the party crowd.. mustaine pushed your smaller body into the wall, both stumbling through people to get to the flat surface.

dave cornered you. boxing your frame in with his muscular arms while you both mingled your lips with need, it was getting steamy, his breath was burning against your face while your body got hot, face turning pink while sweating. mustaine broke away after being out of breath. panting with a slight grunt and staring in your eyes, loving what he's seeing in the darkened room, looling around aswell to find somewhere to take you.

he had grabbed your wrist, taking you through the crowd and down into the basement, the air was cold down the stairs, dave flipping the light on, locking the door, and towering over you as he got closer, squinting his eyes at you while brushing hair out of your eyes with a lip bite. he was being oddly soft with you, opposed to how he was acting a second ago. that was right before he flipped you around and slammed you into a bed that was down there for guests.

you yelped, nervous and aroused while he pulled your hair with one hand, having a fistful of it to force your head back to look at him, his hips met yours and began grinding his erection into it through his jeans.

"are you gonna be fucking good for me? let me rip those little stockings off you, hm?"

you nodded in approval, letting out a loud-

"uh-huhh!!"

dave gave your hair one good tug before letting go, flipping your skirt up and giving your ass a harsh and heavy handed smack, then shredding your tights swiftly. fabric ripping echoing as he tore them off your spread legs, yanking his pants and boxers down.

"yeah? so your gonna let me get up in your guts down here? like a little fucking slut..."

he gowled, rubbing his thumb over your clothed slit, yanking your panties and breaking the seam, tearing the fabric in half. it made you jump, what were you going to wear home? your whines got louder, face growing red while feeling mustaines blushing tip smear his own precum across your hole, poking your stiffened clit with it.

without warning, he smacked your ass again. the skin turning red again, it stung amd made your ears ring, it hurt. bad. and there was probably more to come.. but it only made you wetter.

"use your fucking words bitch."

he spat at you, plunging his cock into your core with both hands on your hips, prodding you in evrey right area with his length. moaning out and squirming, you obeyed his orders.

"yeah.. fuck me like i- i'm a little slut!!"

mustaine groaned as he began to thrust upon hearing your words, moving one hand to grip your hair again, holding your head back to hear your moaning better while he pumped his dick in and out of you, going faster and faster, spanking you as he sped up, grabbing a handfull of your ass after evrey smack.

"you like being spanked? you like being hit like a little bitch?"

he snarled again, panting and grunting out lewd noises while the sound of slapping flesh was heard, youbwere in pure bliss. eyes to the sky hot and bothered while being fucked out. dave closed his eyes and groaned, tossing his head back and driving his hips into you. he was nearing his end..

"yes!! hit me more please!! pleasseee!!"

you drawled out, letting him use your body like a plaything as he spanked you over qnd over, hot tears welling and falling down your cheeks, letting choked out moans as you clenched around mustaines length, cumming on him and sobbing out one final moan right before dave pulled out, shooting his thick ropes of cum all over that cute little skirt.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

haiii can u write smth where youthanasia dave takes readers virginity and makes a sextape about it? 😪 can you.... please....... i beg...

A/n: not the same but I have an axl req that this reminds me of

Warnings: smut, losing virginity, sextape, fingering (f receiving), masturbation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You sat on the edge of his big bed, mattress dipping under your weight, while you watched Dave, your much older boyfriend, set up a camera on some sort of tripod.

His comforter was soft, not fluffy but soft, and definitely new. You looked over it, all black, and squeezed it in your hand. "Can you smile for the camera, love?" Dave asked, looking through the lens as he adjusted the angle.

You smiled, more at the name than the command, cheeks dusted a light shade of pink. "Is it ready yet?" You asked, shifting slightly. Since you started dating Dave a few months ago you knew he'd be the one to take your virginity, all your friends had lost theirs and you were just waiting for the right guy, Dave was definitely the right guy, you just never thought it would be in front of a camera.

Dave tilted the camera again before hitting a button and nodding. He stood up straighter and walked around the camera to you. He cupped your face in his big hands, making you look up at him; his eyes were dark and gently, yours were nervous. You weren't innocent by any means, Dave had definitely made sure of that, but you weren't experienced by any means, having only an idea of what was to come, what it would be like, and that didn't include the camera at all.

"It's just the one, right?" You asked. "And it stays here? The tape."

Dave nodded, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "Don't worry about it, darling, I wouldn't let anyone else look at you like this, it's just for me." He assured, caressing your cheek with the pad of his thumb. "The album is almost done, which means we'll be going on tour, which means I'll be needing something to get off to while I'm away." You couldn't help but suck your lip between your teeth, thighs pressing together at the thought of him getting off to a video of you.

"You're wearing that outfit I got you, right?" He asked, brushing some of your hair out of your face. You nodded, eyes starting to trail down his body which was currently blocking you from the view of the camera. "Why don't you show the camera, huh?"

He moved out of the way, your gaze followed him but turned to the blinking red light staring at you, waiting for you to do something. You stood up, starting with your shirt, then you shoes and socks, finally your pants, until you were left in the dainty little white matching set Dave had gifted to you a week prior. This was important to you, he knew that, so when you finally felt ready he wanted to make it memorable to you.

Dave eyed you closely, no shame in his gaze and where it fell. "Grab your chest, push it together for the camera." He said, making vague hand gestures. Your gaze flickered to him but you did it, he went behind the thing to make sure it looked good in the dim lighting he'd set up in the bedroom. "Good... that's a good girl," he said, the term making you feel a pulse in a much deeper place than normal, "now turn around, bend over the bed, let me see you." He continued, setting up behind the camera a little to watch.

Again you did as he asked, moving slowly, hesitantly. You laid your top half over the mattress, showing the little fabric between your legs, over your cunt that was already getting wet at Dave's voice, his little names for you.

"Pull your panties to the side." Dave said, one hand on the camera while the other went to his jeans, palming himself through the thick layer. Your fingers tugged at your panties, giving him and the camera a good view of you. "Now push a finger in." You had to look back at him at that, over your shoulder with your brows knit together. "Come on, you know how to do it, gotta get yourself prepped for me, darling, it's not gonna be easy fit." He said with a chuckle, his eyes just warm enough to hide the terribly filthy thoughts of you, ideas of what he'd do to you later.

You swallowed thickly, fixing your panties to the side before getting your hand between your legs and sliding a finger in, drawing a heavier breath from you. He didn't have to tell you how to touch yourself, you knew that part, pumping a finger in and out before adding another, soft moans starting to leave you as your curled your fingers to hit that one spot.

Dave's groans slipped into the room, his hand now fully in his jeans after he unzipped his fly and stroking his hardened cock through his boxers. "Darling, do you want some help with that?" He asked, waiting for you to look at him again.

Your brows raised. "Help?" You asked, Dave had fingered you on a few occasions, his fingers were thick and calloused, skilled from years on guitar. Most importantly, he loved making you feel good, more than just making you cum he wanted you moaning his name the whole way through because of his work. "Yes... Yes, I want help, Davie." You said, hand slipping from your heat.

Dave smiled and pulled his hand off of himself, quickly coming over to help you. He lifted you onto his lap, hooking your legs over his so the camera could see exactly how perfect you were. He ran his fingers through your folds, using his free arm to wrap around your midsection and hold you tight to his chest, his head on your shoulder. "Look at my pretty girl, so needy for me." He mused, pushing two fingers into you, drawing a sharp gasp from you. "Tell the camera who's pussy this is." He ordered, lips frisking the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning over the side of your face.

"It-it's yours, Davie." You said, his fingers pumping slowly in and out of you making it harder to speak, breathing getting heavier.

He sucked his teeth and pulled his fingers from your pussy, giving it a harsh smack, right on your clit. Your eyes shot open at the sting, body jolting. "No, tell the camera who you're giving your virginity to." He repeated, rubbing small circles onto your sensitive nub. "I'll want to hear you say it over and over again when I'm on tour, love, so say it." His words got harsher, but he could see you clenching around nothing so he didn't bother dialing it back for you.

"Giving it to daddy..." You said softly. "Belongs to daddy." Dave smiled, pushing his fingers back into you and resuming his ministrations a little faster.

"That's a start, you can do better than that though, can't you?" He asked, kissing down your neck.

You gave a small nod but he wasn't looking for an answer, just proof. "My-my pussy belongs to daddy, my virginity is daddy's to take... only daddy gets to make me cum." Dave groaned at your words and you could feel him twitching against you.

"That's my girl." He praised, moving his fingers faster, scissoring them in and out of you before adding a third. "You know just what to say, don't you? You're sure it's me taking your innocence?" He teased, knowing you wouldn't lie to him about this.

"M'sure, daddy." You breathed, one hand clawing at his jeans, looking for something to ground you while he was curling his fingers just right. Your other hand went to his hair, tugging on it gently but the action still made him groan.

Your moans started getting higher, louder. Dave knew you were getting closer and he didn't stop you, making you cum while he was still fully clothed was candy to him, he could get you off looking so desperate and he could walk out of that room almost like nothing happened, so long as no one caught him fixing his fly. Luckily you were in his house and no one was walking in on you anytime soon, but the camera's red light blinked at you while your eyes fluttered, Dave's fingers not changing a thing as you neared your released.

Dave gave you a squeeze as you came, getting you back for sucking his fingers in so deep as your eyes rolled back into your head. His gaze flickered between you and the camera, smiling to himself and he knew he'd be smiling as he watched the video later.

Your body melted as you came, moans settling down as Dave slowed his movements, letting you ride out your high without wanting to overstimulate you just yet. "Now-now it's your turn." You said, moving off his lap but Dave stopped you, holding your hips down.

"I don't need a turn, darling, my focus is on you tonight." He assured, kissing your cheek. "Let me focus on you tonight, you need it more than I do." You nodded, knowing there was no room to argue with him. Not that this was a bad deal for you, all his attention, affection, him being completely devoted to you for a night. "Just get up for a second, would you?" He asked, pecking your shoulder as he let go of your hips.

You managed to get to your feet but your legs were wobbly so Dave sat you back down next to him, wrapping an arm around you. He lifted his hips and got his pants and boxers off, kicking them somewhere else in the room with the rest of your clothes, his shirt following shortly behind, now he was more naked than you but he didn't plan on taking anything more off of you, he liked you like this.

He got up from the bed, you watched his cock just dangling there. You'd seen it before, taken it in your mouth while drool dribbled past your lips, had your hand wrapped around it while he bucked his hips up, soft whines leaving him as he ached for release. Now though, it just hung there, precum already beading at the slit, his tip all red but it faded out before his ginger bush which you refused to let him shave because you loved shoving your face in it.

He pulled out the drawer from the nightstand on his side of the bed and pulled out a box of condoms, already opened from his last relationships which were just groupies. He ripped one from the strip and opened it, checking for any holes before he did. He tossed the wrapper away and slid the blue thing on. "Do you really need that?" You asked, still just staring at his cock.

He thought for a moment before crawling onto the bed. "Not really, as far as I know I'm clean, but I'd rather get tested before risking it on you." He said, kissing your shoulder first and then meeting your lips.

You returned the kiss with fever, leaning into his touch as his hand came to your cheek. Dave stayed behind you, moving you centered to the camera while his kisses moved down your neck. “It’s a hard choice, you know.” He said, his hands moving down your sides to your hips. “I could watch your face now, but I want to savor it forever.”

You looked back at him, lips parted with heavy breaths. Your breathing had mostly calmed down since his hands between your legs, but his lips on your skin made you hot. “Savor it? Why?” You asked, brow raised curiously.

Dave smiled at you, turning your head back so he could kiss you. “You’re only a virgin once, darling, wanna make the most of it.” He explained, lips never going more than an inch from yours. “It’s going to feel good and I’m going to see it all over your face.” You bit your lip, his fingers were a lot already, and he wasn’t small by any means. Dave gave your ass a gentle pat and gave you one last kiss. “Don’t worry about it for now, ok? Just look pretty.” He said, kissing your shoulder again.

There was a strange sound and you looked back to see him stroking his cock, lining himself up with you before you felt him on your hot cunt. He held you against his chest, the little fuzz rubbing on your back, in his later years he started shaving less as a whole, especially with your love for his body hair.

“Here,” he started, wrapping an arm around you again, “hold onto me, be more comfortable.” Your hands found his arm, giving him a gentle squeeze as he pushed his throbbing cock against you, the tip just adding pressure to your clenching hole.

His cock slid into you, the lube of the condom mixing with your slick. He moved slowly, letting you adjust to him as he went but you were already halfway to stupid as he stretched you out, effortlessly hitting every spot. Dave bit back groans at how tight you were, it didn’t help that your gummy walls were sucking him in deeper. His hips bucked, the last inch or two snapping into you.

Dave waited a moment for you to adjust to him, he waited for a sign but you were silent. When he finally turned y0ur head to make him look at you he saw the tears pricking your eyes and was quick to bring a hand to your face, swiping his thumb over your cheek. “Oh, my sweet girl, can’t take it?” He asked, voice not nearly as teasing as it could be.

You inhaled shakily, grip on his arm tightening. “Please, daddy… feels so good.” You mumbled, much to Dave’s amusement.

“Really?” He asked, pecking your cheek. “Come one, tell me what you want.” You whined, he just laughed deep in his chest.

“Move… I-I want you to fuck me.” Dave didn’t need to be told twice, immediately pulling his hips back and rocking them forward. He went slow at first, listening to your moans as they filtered past your lips with a needy desperation to cum even when he’d just started.

Gradually his pace increased, finding a good rhythm that had the room filling with your loud moans and skin on skin. “Look at yourself.” He said through grunts. “See that little bump?” He asked, letting your gaze fall to your stomach you saw the bulge formed from his cock. “Look at how deep you’re taking me, how much you love this.” He moved a hand to your stomach, pressing lightly on it so you could really feel it. “You love this.” He repeated.

You nodded and looked to the camera, feeling its beating red gaze on you again. It didn’t feel judgemental or harsh, it was different now. Your legs slid further apart, Dave hit impossibly deeper in your cunt and it made you gasp, eyes widening. He made a point to hit that same spot over and over while your moans got louder. “Oh! Fuck, daddy, please! I-I can’t- I can’t take it, please!”

Dave groaned, the sound falling right into your ear as his head rested on your shoulder, body pressed completely against you. “Yes, you can, you’re doing so good, taking all of me, everything I give you.” He praised, kissing that sensitive spot on your neck. “You can take it, my love.” You whined but his names for you always made your knees weak, and he knew it.

Your whines got more desperate, your nails digging into his arm and pulling on his hair. He pulled out of you, only making you whine louder, cunt clenching around nothing, the sudden loss finally snapping the dam that held back your tears. Dave let you crumble onto the bed, laying on your stomach in front of him.

He hovered above you, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck. “Roll over for me, dear.” You sniffled, looking at him over your shoulder before doing as he requested and rolling onto your back, his arms keeping you caged under him.

He smiled down at you, a hand cupping your cheek, his thumb wiping away the few tears that escaped. “You’re so beautiful.” He mused, kissing away the tears on your other cheek. “This’ll be better, alright?” His hard on was heavy on your stomach, a visual for just how deep he truly had been in you. He sat back, taking his hand from your cheek to take your hand, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze, the other hand went to fix himself with you, allowing him to push in again.

Again he went slow but didn’t bother waiting this time. He moved much slowly this time, not at an agonizing pace, more sweet and tender, a little snap to his thrusts. His gaze stayed glued to your face, looking for any sign of discomfort but all he saw was lust, the flutter of your eyes as that knot got built right back up much faster than it had before. “This is better, isn’t it?” He asked, bringing your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

You nodded, moans flowing with your breathing. “Better.” You said.

“Just wanted to see my face, didn’t you?” He asked, moving a little faster now but still not what he was doing before. “What a sweet girl, loves her daddy so much.” He still held your hand but with his free one he held your hip, thumb stretching to rub your clit, tilting your head back with louder, airy moans.

Your own free hand reached for his, holding his wrist but not stopping him from touching you. “Daddy, I-I’m gonna- hah~” You could barely get the words out before being cut off with more moans.

Dave shushed you. “I know, love, I know, just feel good, don’t worry about talking, alright?” He said, pulling you up to sit in his lap, rocking his hips up. His arms wrapped around you, holding you while he fucked you nice and slow, passionate and deep, your moans filtering right into his ears as they got louder and higher, your gummy walls squeezing him tighter until you finally came around him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding yourself tight to him as pleasure wracked your body. Dave kissed between your neck and shoulder, his movements becoming jerkier while he tried his hardest to muffle his grunts. “I’m sorry, love, I’m so sorry.” He said, letting you fall back onto the mattress again. “Just look at the camera.” He said, lifting your hips a bit as his thrusts became harsher, your eyes widening as he pounded into you. “Just look at the camera.” He didn’t hold back his groans anymore, how good he felt while splitting you in two.

[ghostbustting]

HAII I LOVE YOUR WRITING SMM 😋😋 I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD WRITE A DAVE MUSTAINE SMUT?? I IMAGINE THE PLOT BEING READER AND DAVE CREATE A SEX TAPEE :3 IF NOT THAT ONE YOU CAN DO FAMOUS SINGER!READER AND DAVE MUSTAINE SECRETLY DATINGG :3 🫶🏻 alright thanks for listening to my Ted talk

loved both ideas so much, so i decided to combine them (turned out way longer than I intended to write 😭)

╰┈➤“𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑳„ ๋࣭

Dave Mustaine x Singer!Reader

Contains Smut.

Camera flashes my way as I walk out of the building, a forced smile painted on my face, trying to push myself past the people asking questions and their annoying cameras. There were people calling out my name, trying to get my attention here and there. They push and push through the other people, their mind careless as they all continue to swarm over me.

Sunglasses were a must in these conditions, like a shield to my eyes from those horrible flashes of lights that can blind my eyesight. They were also convenient in hiding the look of annoyance I hold behind my eyes.

I could barely see the path I am walking on, the vision of my destination in front of me was blocked by them as well. Not to mention how much their presence here are decelerating my walk, almost like a living barcade, preventing me to leave.

My own name fills my ear. At this point, at least they didn't hear how many irritated sighs I let out.

A lady who seemingly work at a news station, or just coincidentally own a microphone and dresses professionally, shoves a microphone my way as she ask me the question of, "Are you releasing anything new soon?"

The sudden appearance of the microphone caused me to flinch the slightest bit. Yet I force myself to smile, leaning down to the microphone to answer, "Uh.. yes, a new album's coming on July—"

I was cut off when footsteps storms their way into the swarm of people. Looking up, I found the culprits to be these four guys; long hair, tall, chicks in their arms, and famous enough to pull some of the people's attention away from me. More specifically, they are Megadeth.

When one of their shoulder collided with mine– obviously intended, I was pushed away a little, giving them more space to do their not necessarily dramatic walk. It wasn't really hard for me to find out that the one that bumped their shoulder into mine was none other than their lead singer, Dave Mustaine.

What people saw when he bumped into me was the interview he had not long ago. That redheaded man was saying how music like mine is unnecessarily famous, even mocking the way I was singing and all. That interview was taken when I had beat him in a nomination at an award show. I was grinning all night that time.

But what I saw when he bumped into me was different. I was focused on the paper he slipped right into my hand the moment our shoulders meet, an act so small and sneaky yet an act so big if any of the people around caught onto it and the fact that he wrote his hotel room number in it.

Once they walk away, I smile to myself and chuckle, looking back at the lady that was asking a question. "Well, there goes Megadeth and their dramatic entrance." I laugh softly.

By the time I answer two more questions, I manage to skedaddle away and into a taxi, having most of the people to be pulled away by the charming mighty Megadeth. But I guess Dave just knew how much I didn't like interacting with paparazzi.

There's in fact a lot of things that Dave knew about me actually.

My favorite color.. my favorite animal.. my favorite artists.. my hobbies.. the perfume I wear.. the way I laugh.. the shampoo I use on my hair.. the things I hate.. the taste of my lips..

Too many things, perhaps.

Yet all those things had to be kept behind doors, whenever we have the time to be alone. Just the two of us. Not a single bandmate of his. Not a single paparazzi. No one else. Just us and our little secret.

By the time the taxi stops at my destination, I step out of the yellow coloured car and look up to see the tall building in front of me, windows of hotel rooms seen up there, one of those windows belonging to Dave Mustaine's hotel room.

"You came."

The man stood there in front of me, having previously opened up the door of his hotel room to my knocks. He was wearing a white button up shirt, the only buttons on being the three last ones, the rest on the top unbuttoned and giving me a peek of his chest. His belt was on, yet unbuckled, just resting loosely around his waist.

Looking up, I'm met by a precious grin on his face as he look down on me, leaning his side against the doorframe.

"You begged me to."

I return his grin the same way he was wearing it, almost as if we were looking into a mirror— just that our reflection's a different person's body. A beautiful chuckle of his fill my ears as he stood straight again.

His hand rose up, reaching out in the air between us, a silent ask for my own hand to be placed on top of his spread out palm.

Willingly, I place my hand on top of his and let him wrap his fingers around my hand, his touch gentle yet with a sense of possessiveness behind it as he slowly take me inside of his hotel room. That hand of his trails up my arm until he wrap his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to his body as we walk further in.

My body against his, I can smell the fragrance on him with our proximity as we walk.

"Is that.."

"-Your perfume? Yeah. Obsessed with it."

I turn my head to look up at him, finding him still staring at me with such focus, the grin on his lips becoming softer now. The way he spoke his words so simply yet so genuinely are always able to shoot butterflies right into my stomach. But with that look in his eyes as well is just way too much for me to handle.

As we approach the bed, I return the smile on his face. He slowly bring me with him as he lay down on the bed, kicking his shoes off, my own heels following after his shoes.

We lay down on the bed, his head resting on the pillow while mine was on his chest, the beat of his heart pressed against my ear, my arm over his stomach as his lips place kisses on my head, arms wrapped around me.

For a moment it stays like that, just silent moment with him showering me in kisses, my mind focused on how slightly fast his heart was beating, my fingers fiddling with his hair I've grown to be oddly obsessed with.

Dave's voice was soft as he spoke up to me, "How was your day?" He asked me, one of his hand coming up to run his fingers through my hair, moving some strands out of my face as he leans down to kiss my cheek.

"Same as everyday." I sigh, twirling a strand of his hair using my finger. His lips continue to place kisses all over my face, an act I've loved so dearly, yet also an act that we couldn't put on display out of the closed door.

He chuckled softly and focused on kissing my jaw, my breath becoming heavier just the slightest bit from the way his lips rubbed up and down my jaw. "Fame, right? Fun but tiring." He mumble against my skin.

I hummed at his words, a silent agreement, my fingers brushing his hair as he continue to kiss me all over.

That's when he moved to my neck and his kisses becomes way more sloppier, my skin feeling partially wet from his messy kisses. "Dave.. what are you doing?" I giggle softly, feeling his teeth grazing my skin as he bite down a small hidden mark right below my ear.

"Missed you... all day long.." He mumbled. His hands trails down to hold my waist, his grip firm as he caress my body through my dress, feeling me all over. Yet I knew right through his touch that feeling my body with this dress as a barrier from my skin was not the same to his liking.

"Hey, listen.." Dave pulled back, a wider grin on his face now. A grin of mischief. A grin of trouble.

Preparing myself for whatever his idea was, I took a deep breath and smile softly at him as his mouth opens yet again, he spoke slowly. "I have an idea. Something you can take your mind off to."

My eyebrow raised, a small curiosity rises in me as his words managed to take hold of my interest. How bad could this be anyways? Besides, I don't mind a little distraction from all the fuss I had today.

A small chuckle manage to escape my lips as I tilt my head, rolling my eyes in amusement. "I'm in." The moment I said those two simple words, a glimmer was seen inside those beautiful eyes of his, a glimmer of excitement, knowing I was willing to do what he have to offer.

Wasting the night just feels right with him. No matter if we do something stupid, or absolutely useless shit, he just knew how to make me feel like the most important and seen person in the whole universe. Like I was here, a precious possession of his.

Dave was just.. the biggest jerk, idiot, and sweetheart all at the same time.

And that's why minutes later after our conversation, I was on the bed still. Yet this time, the elegant dress that once covered up all the inappropriate areas of my body now tosses aside, like it has some other nights before this one. His own shirt and pants accompanying my dress on the floor.

I watch patiently from the bed to where he was standing, his focus for a while solely on the camera he was handling, pulling up a chair and placing the camera there in order to keep it steady, just close by the bed, the lens catching our bodies just perfectly on the bed.

"I swear to God.." I sigh and stare at Dave, pointing my finger at him. "If this gets out and my reputation's over, you're dead, Mustaine."

He laughed out loud, no doubt finding my fear of our little movie getting leaked amusing, as if that's what he was aiming for at the first place. "Yea yea, just shut up and be sexy for the camera, won't you? I need this to jerk off to." He winked. I'd be lying if he wasn't being idioticly smart with his words despite rolling my eyes in annoyance.

With a press of the record button, the camera starts catching each and every one of our moves, the thought and realization hitting me like a ton of bricks and made my heart start beating faster.

I can't help but also rethink the thought of getting this tape leaked, the thought of the public actually knowing how this man takes care of me and make me feel... the thought of the girls wanting him seeing me being the woman he worship.. It makes me press my thighs together, unable to deny the soaking spot right in the middle of my panties.

I was soon snapped out of my thoughts when Dave gets back on the bed, hovering over me, his eyes gazes upon my almost completely bare body with such lust and excitement, the tension of his gaze struck right through me and into my soul.

My breath becomes heavier the moment his hand reached up and cupped my right cheek, his thumb moving to gently stroke my skin in a circular motion, a motion I wish he was doing to my aching clit down there.

He leaned down, his lips immediately finding mine and connecting with such ease, our eyes fluttering close as I wrap my arms around his neck and pulled him into me even more, wanting to be one with him, to merge souls with him, to be connected forevermore until the end of the multiverses.

With our lips still focusing on each other's, his hands trails to my back, his fingers reaching out to unclasp my bra, something he manage to do with one hand from how much time he had done it by now. My bra slips off me and was toss aside with such ease.

Dave then pulls back from the kiss, I whine at the sudden loss of his lips. "Dave.." I breathed out, my breath hitching when he took no time to waste, his lips now attatched onto one of my erect nipple, meanwhile his hands found themselves a new and last piece of fabric to discard from my body.

He gripped the fabric of my panties, his mouth sucking the skin of my breast as his fingers pulled on the laced piece of clothing, the stitches of the fabric starting to pull apart, making me flinch the moment he ripped the panties into pieces, groaning against my breast.

Small desperate moans leaves my lips like prayers, just the sensation of his lips around my nipple was enough to make me lose control of myself. My eyes glances to the side, finding that same camera, feeling the lens of it catching every one of his movement and every single noises that I let out.

Dave's hand meets my jaw, turning my head towards him as he takes ahold of my attention yet again, "Keep those pretty eyes on me." He demanded, his intense gaze always able to make my eyes lock right with his, meanwhile his body slowly lowers down the bed, all the way till his head was hovering above my thighs which were being spread apart by his hands.

My thighs gave in to his touch, separating just as far enough for him to be able to have a full gaze of the dripping cunt I have on display for him, his eyes forgetting how to blink while his mouth felt a needy thirst. Next thing I knew, his head was buried between my thighs, fingers gripping onto them, while his mouth was desperately eating me out, his tongue working like a fucking magic.

"Ah... fuck... Dave—" I whimpered, my legs were shaking, I had to control them to not kick his back.

But the amount pleasure that even his fingers could give me is always such a breathtaking thing, almost as if every inch of his body were past lovers of my own, knowing damn well just how to please me as if he has been doing it for over centuries.

His lips were making out with my pussy, his nose nudging the sensitive clit, making me lose my mind a hundred times more than I originally was by the thought of recording the way he would make me feel every little chances we got ever since we started this little secret of ours.

His name seems to find it's way our of my lips again and again like a non stop prayer for him. My hand slowly reaching down to run my fingers through his hair, clutching on those gorgeous locks and pushing his face further more against me.

Every now and then, his groans would vibrate up my body, giving me goosebumps.

My back arched the moment his fingers joined in on this mischief of his. His tongue continued to work magic on my dripping hole while his thumb was rubbing my clit harshly, knowing just how much it can make me crumble.

"D-dave.."

He pulled back once he heard my voice, his thumb still circling over my clit. "Yea?" His voice was cracked and oddly raspy, out of breath from his little eating out session.

"Now.. please?"

A small sly grin was seen on his lips, his eyelashes fluttering my way, looking as pretty as ever that I just want to kiss him all over.

"Whatever the angel wants." Dave spoke as he sits up between my legs and start taking off his boxers.

The usage of that nickname never failed to bring butterflies into my stomach. Not when he literally admitted it himself that he called me "angel" because he thought I sounded like one. Him. David Scott Mustaine. The guy who just days ago compared my voice to a muppet giving birth.

I watch as his boxers was thrown aside, revealing the hard cock that has been hiding behind those fabric all these times. We've done this million times, and I'm never not enchanted by his length.

"Ready?" Dave ask as he took his cock in one hand and pumped it while his other hand held my hip.

"Please."

He looked up at that word, watching as it leave my lips and watching the look in my eyes. Showing how truly desperate I am for him. Each and every night. When we're together. Or when we're not.

Locked in his gaze, I gasp when he suddenly pushed into my entrance, filling me up at once with his lenght. Just the way he knew I loved it.

"Fuck.." I breathed out, reaching out to hold onto his back while he hold onto my hips.

Almost immediately, he started thrusting. Slow and nice at first. His cock moving back and gently pushing back in.

I watch the way his hips move, back.. and front... back.. and front, each time feeling his cock move as well in me.

Dave shook his head, leaning down to burry his face in the crook of my neck, his hands running up and down my torso, "God.. how I want to show the world how weak of a metal rockstar you got me.." He chuckled breathlessly, his lips grazing the skin of my neck.

That was when he start to move faster, getting more and more worked up as time passes on, his cock throbbing in my tight walls, needing it’s release.

The volume of my dirty noises were only increased from the way his hips pull all the way back and slam right back in, repeating his movements fast and hard like his life depends on it. In this moment, it probably was.

Pathetic moans and whimpers of his name leave my lips non stop, his own whines and groans muffled into my neck whenever I let out my voice. The way he moves in me was always something so overwhelmingly nice and pleasing, which able to distract me from the camera sitting nearby, still recording our deeds.

Dave sit straight up again, taking my hips back in his firm grasp. From that second and that look in his eyes, I knew he was taking this way more seriously now, just getting the much more dirtier side out. The love, the lust, the care, the need. It’s all seen in his beautiful hazel eyes. My walls clenched just by feeling his eyes caress my body with that intense gaze.

Almost immediately, he hold my hips still and fuck me with the speed of lightning, fucking me like there’s no tomorrow.

My eyes widens and a cry was pulled out of the back of my throat, a cry for him. “Oh fuck! Dave, yes!” My voice only encouraged him even more, groaning as he slam in and out of me, feeling my walls hugging his length tightly, a feeling I knew he loved so dearly.

”Gonna cum for me, angel? Please do..” He whispered out, still breathless till now, “I need you so much..” He was so sweet with his words. Always was. I can’t help but nod and try to utter out a yes.

The moment the tip of his cock nudged that one special spot in me perfectly well, I came undone with his length still stuffed deep in me, making him groan as he feel my release all over his cock. “Mm fuck..” I whimpered, panting.

Following close behind with his own release, Dave thrusted into me one last time before shooting his cum straight into me, painting my walls white while he slowly pull out of me, making both of us moan at the sensation of our cum dripping out of my hole.

Dave quickly grabbed the camera, aiming it to the cum that’s still dripping out of me and onto the pool of cum on the bed sheets, then up to my fucked up face. my chest heaving up and down as I continue to pant for breath.

”Words for the camera?”

My eyes look up at the lens and I tiredly grin before pulling out my middle finger at it, causing Dave to chuckle as he cut the recording, staring at the camera for awhile before he practically threw the camera aside and lay down on the bed, holding my body close to his own as our warmth combined into one.

"Naughty girl."

[d3vils-island]

dave headcannons? 💕 absolutely in love with your writing

I have been dying to do a list of my Dave headcanons, I’m so glad someone requested them!! (PS: this is the first time I’m making a headcanon post, so I don’t rlly know how to format/write this… but I’ll try my best 😭🫶)

My Dave Mustaine Headcanons <3

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How he is dating you:

For starters, Dave wouldn’t care for you like he would anyone else. He’d treat you like you were his most prized possession (which you are). He writes songs for you, and sometimes performs them for you if you two are alone. Anytime you’re near him, he feels his heart rate increase and he trips over his words, not knowing how to react knowing that you’re his and only his.

Once he figured out how to talk to you without stuttering, he would shower you with compliments every day.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?”

“I can’t believe your mine.”

“Every time I look at you, I never get used to how gorgeous you are.”

On the outside, Dave looks like a tough son of a bitch who hates the sappy shit about love, but on the inside, his heart is full of the cheesy kinda love which he can only give to you

His forms of affection:

His biggest form of affection is physical touch, but he also loves words of affection.

After a long show, the first thing he needs as he’s getting off stage is to be in your arms. It calms him down tremendously and he couldn’t live without you. He doesn’t even look at anyone after a show unless it’s you, and once he lays his eyes on you, he tosses his guitar to the side and runs up to you with open arms, embracing you in a tight hug.

It’s not only for after shows though, whenever he feels like he misses you, he needs to show you how much he loves you, or he’s just feeling like it (which is often), he hugs you. His favorite thing is coming home from a long day and seeing you on the couch, cuddled up. He immediately kicks off his shoes and sits next to you, snuggling with you for a while as you chat about your days.

He loves complimenting you too. Seeing how your face reddens at his words really make his heart skip a beat, and he loves to make sure you know how much he loves you.

“You look so pretty today…” he says as he goes up to you, planting his hands on your hips and kissing you.

Seeing you cry:

Dave is very protective, loving, and loyal. If you ever came up to him with tears rolling down your face, he wouldn’t hesitate to beat the shit out of whoever made you cry.

“Are you alright? Who did this to you?” He says, wiping a tear that was falling down your cheek before his face became fueled with rage as he tried to figure out who had hurt you.

Holidays:

Every holiday, whether it be Christmas or thanksgiving, Dave always tries to plan something fun with you. On Christmas, you two will go to a trail of lights, and on Halloween you’ll go to a pumpkin patch… the list goes on. Dave wants every holiday to be special, so why not spend it with someone who is special to him?

In bed😏:

(Let’s get to the good stuff.)

Dave is……… 95% a dom in bed. So I’m not gonna lie and say he’s a sub because let’s be honest for a second, Dave wouldn’t be caught dead as a bottom.

(I remember in this one interview where he said something about how he hates feeling over powered and not in control…)

His favorite position:

Dave’s favorite position has to be over-the-shoulder missionary. It allows him to shove his cock into the deepest parts of you, causing you to make more pleasure-drunken faces (which he adores). He loves seeing your expressions as he’s pounding into you, getting to kiss you all over as your coming on his cock, and getting to bend you however he wants.

Kinks:

He definitely has some secret kinks he likes to use on you as well… like how he loves to choke you, tie you up, hear you beg for mercy as he uses you, and he loves it when he sees marks after sex like nail scratches on his back and hickeys all over you.

His secret kinks has to be daddy and sadism… he adores it when you call him daddy as he has his hands wrapped around you pretty little neck.

Oh, and how he loves to go look at himself in the bathroom mirror after and admire all the pretty scratches you created on his back. He loves looking at them, thinking of how much pleasure he caused you for you to do them. He trails his fingers on the marks, a smile tugging at his lips, before he goes back to cleaning up your frail and tired body up.

Dave as a sub?!:

So, let’s just pretend for a second that he would be a sub, what kinda sub would he be???

As a sub, he would still try and be in control, telling you how to move or what to do— but let’s say you magically got him to fully submit to you, Dave would be a mumbling mess under your touch. Seeing you on top of him would make his heart skip a beat, watching as you toyed with him however you pleased. The only name he loves to moan is yours, and he only loves to moan it to your ears.

His darkest secret is he loves it when you tie him up and use him. Rarely does he give you the opportunity do it- but when he gives you the chance, you make sure that you do your best to please him.

His fav places to do it:

His favorite place to fuck you has to be the bedroom, but he doesn’t mind having a quickie in the car or on the couch…

Occasionally,— when he’s in the mood— if you two are at a bar, he’ll drag you to the bathroom and give you a good fucking. Oh, how he can’t keep his hands off you when he sees you all dressed up for him…

[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.

[broidobe]

𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔦𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱

requested!

☾2000s dave starts showing up at metallica’s studio just to stake his claim when his much-younger girlfriend lands a gig producing for the band—and he’s not subtle about it☽

☾warnings: age gap (reader early 20s / dave is 40s), possessive!dom dave, public-ish sex (semi-private studio hallway), oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, marking, rough language, dirty talk, a lil praise, jealousy, heavy tension, soft aftercare at the end, possessive behavior, slight confrontation, dirty talk, public-ish pda☽

𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ᡣ𐭩 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝐼: 𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝜗𝜚 𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓪 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓮

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you weren’t even sure how you ended up here—maybe a mix of stubborn ambition, a stacked resume, and being at the right damn place at the right damn time. producing metallica’s new record had sounded insane when you first got the call, but here you were, headphones around your neck and notes scribbled across half a dozen coffee-stained notepads.

what you didn’t expect was your boyfriend turning it into a territorial pissing contest.

“baby,” came a low drawl behind you, like clockwork, “brought you coffee.”

you turned from the soundboard and grinned as dave mustaine strolled in like he owned the place, a to-go cup in each hand, his signature smug tilt to his mouth. he leaned in to kiss your cheek—no, your mouth—a little too long, a little too firm, like a silent message for anyone watching.

“you really don’t have to come by every day,” you mumbled against his lips, though you weren’t complaining. the coffee was good. the possessive kisses were better.

“sure i do,” he said casually, eyes flicking toward the glass wall behind you—where, right on cue, james hetfield and lars ulrich were setting up for another session.

james’s gaze lingered. again.

dave’s arm slid around your waist, tugging you close enough that your back hit his chest. “can’t have certain people thinking they’ve got a shot.”

you swallowed. “james’s harmless.”

dave scoffed, low and bitter. “yeah, right. harmless like a viper.”

the worst part was… you had noticed the way james watched you sometimes. a little too long. a little too curious. you weren’t stupid, and neither was dave. and when you and james laughed at some stupid inside joke the day before, dave had gone very quiet on the car ride home.

so when he caught james looking again—again—during a playback session, dave didn’t even pretend to play nice.

“hey het,” he said sharply, catching the man mid-smirk. “you like the way she mixes your vocals, huh?”

james arched a brow. “she’s good at what she does.”

“yeah,” dave drawled, eyes narrowing. “real good with her mouth.”

your face burned. james blinked. lars choked on his water somewhere in the back.

dave didn’t even look at you as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, then your neck, then tugged the collar of your shirt down just enough to show the fresh bruise forming near your clavicle.

“mine,” he muttered, not even subtle.

you barely made it out of the booth before dave had you pinned against the wall of the corridor, lips rough, tongue insistent, fingers sliding under your shirt like he had to remind you who you belonged to.

“he wants you,” dave growled into your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. “but he doesn’t get to have you. i do. you understand me, baby?”

you nodded, breathless. “yes, dave.”

his fingers curled around your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. “say it.”

“i’m yours.”

he kissed you then—hard, messy, claiming—and you swore if james turned the corner right now, he’d see a very smug dave with his hand already between your thighs.

“good girl,” he whispered, voice like gravel. “now let’s give ‘em something to really stare at.”

your back hit the wall of the narrow hallway, cool concrete seeping through your thin shirt. dave’s mouth was on your neck before you could breathe, lips dragging hot and hungry against your skin.

“can’t fuckin’ stand the way he looks at you,” dave growled, biting just hard enough to make your breath catch. “like he thinks he’s got a chance.”

“he doesn’t,” you gasped, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other fisting the front of his leather jacket. “i don’t want him. i want you.”

that seemed to crack something open in him.

his thigh shoved between your legs. his hand cupped your jaw, forcing your eyes to lock with his. “say it again.”

“i want you, dave.”

he groaned, like the words physically affected him. “fuck, you’re so perfect when you say my name like that.”

his fingers found your waistband, yanking your pants down just enough to expose your thighs. you whimpered as cool air hit your skin—but the second you felt his fingers stroke over your underwear, dragging over the growing wet spot, heat bloomed in your stomach.

“so wet for me already,” dave muttered with a smug smirk, pressing a kiss to your temple. “bet you got this soaked the second i walked in, huh?”

you nodded, breath hitching. “always do.”

he groaned again, voice wrecked. “goddamn baby…”

without another word, he dropped to his knees.

you let out a stunned gasp as his hands gripped your thighs and yanked your underwear down, tossing them somewhere behind him. then his mouth was on you—hot, relentless, worshipful.

he devoured you like a man possessed, tongue sliding between your folds, nose pressed right up against your clit. his hands held your thighs open like a vice, keeping you spread as his tongue worked you over, teasing, licking, sucking like he had something to prove.

and maybe he did.

“y’taste so fuckin’ sweet,” he groaned, voice muffled by your pussy. “gonna make you come right here… let him hear it. let him fuckin’ know who gets you like this.”

your knees nearly buckled.

you whined, hands scrambling for purchase in his hair, tugging the thick red strands as he sucked hard on your clit—harder, faster, just the way you liked it. the obscene noises echoed down the hallway. he didn’t care. you didn’t care.

your moan cracked in the back of your throat as your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train, thighs shaking, body twitching, hips trying to jerk away from the intensity—

but dave didn’t let you.

he growled low, wrapping his arms tighter around your thighs, keeping you in place as he kept licking, tongue fucking into you like he was trying to milk every drop of your climax. and when your voice cracked with a sob, legs trembling from the overstimulation—

then he slowed down. just enough to let you breathe.

his mouth was slick, lips shiny, and his voice was all gravel and heat when he finally stood back up, towering over you.

“how’s that for a fuckin’ sound check?”

you giggled breathlessly, still floating. “you’re insane.”

“nah,” he muttered, nipping your lip. “just crazy about you.”

he reached down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then leaned in and kissed you deep—letting you taste yourself on his tongue. his hands gently cupped your face now, thumbs stroking over your cheeks like he hadn’t just eaten you out against a studio wall.

“you okay?” he murmured, forehead pressed to yours. “too much?”

you shook your head, still dazed. “no… i’m okay. really good. just—fuck, dave.”

he smirked again, cocky and completely in love. “next time he looks at you like that, i’ll make you moan louder.”

you swatted his chest, but your cheeks were burning.

“now c’mon,” he said, pulling your pants back up gently, helping you stand. “let’s get you some water before they really hear how good you sound.”

[rockstarslutt]

Lord fucking save me

Anyways, hello!!! I’m back and I’m sorry I have been inactive.

I lost the request, but it was asking for Dave Mustaine nsfw alphabet. Here you go!!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It depends on what era this is. In the 80s he would be this wild dude who only cared for his own release. He would kiss you and fetch you a glass of water. In the 90s and later, the aftercare would be top tier. He would take you to shower together, praise you and eventually cuddle and fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dave is definitely a lower half guy. Waist, hips, thighs and of course ass. He’d hold you by your hips while slamming his cock into you with a bruising grip, smack your ass whenever he’s around you and hold your waist in public. But he also loves your tits and loves sucking on them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming inside, painting your walls white, but he’ll also cum on your abdomen, or when you give him head on your pretty pink lips. Even better when you swallow, but nothing compares to cumming in your pussy.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’d definitely share you once or twice with Ellefson. The image in his head of having a threesome gets him going every time. But he’d do it once or twice because he doesn’t want you to like ellefson more than him, he’s a little boy too after all. And he’d have a threesome only if you want to, of course.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Dave’s had an insane sex drive his entire life since he was 15 (it’s real btw). He’s fucked plenty of women before and knows how to read bodies like a book. He knows the best spots and how to hit them while fucking you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Dave likes watching your face when he fucks you. He likes how your mouth opens when you moan and when you beg for more. So it’s gonna be missionary. He can easily hold your hips and waist for a better fucking. Plus, he watches your tits bounce. Bonus points.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Dave is definitely serious when having sex. He seeks your orgasm, but also his own. He’s concentrating on you and you only, but he’ll chuckle a bit of something happens while you guys are fucking.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dave has a wild red mane on his head, flying everywhere when having sex. On his chest he has some little coil-like hairs he’s very proud of. Down there, he doesn’t shave completely, he likes to have a little bit of hair to point out his masculinity, but if you ask him, he’d shave completely.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Dave is more of a rough guy, fucking your brains out while still caring about you deeply. But on special occasions, he’ll be extra gentle with you, fucking you gently and worshipping every inch of your body and praising you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Dave jacks off a lot, don’t tell me otherwise. In the shower, in bed, in the car. Everywhere. When he can’t have sex with you because he’s on tour or if you’re on your period, he’ll masturbate a lot. On tour he jerks off with you on the phone or finishes on a picture of your nude self he carries everywhere.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a big size kink and he always points out how small you are not only during sex, but also in your every day life. He likes how his hands cover almost all your abdomen and how he can hold both your wrists up with only one hand.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed and couch are always the best. He likes something comfortable, but he’ll have sex in the shower, restroom, car, tour bus.. etc.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally everything. He’s always horny for you. But he’ll get really horny if he sees you wearing his clothes. Like if you wear one of his shirts he’ll get a boner in no time. Wearing something revealing does the same thing too. He loves your body, doesn’t matter if you’re on the chubby side, or the more skinny side. He loves you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything you’re not comfortable with. Blood play, some really extreme bdsm… etc. he wants both of you to enjoy sex and he would absolutely stop if you told him too.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves receiving. He loves cumming in your mouth and on your face. But he also loves giving. He loves that pussy and he worships every drop of fluid that comes out of that tiny hole. He’d slurp you up like there’s no tomorrow and sometimes he’d ad a finger or two.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s definitely fucking your rough and fast. He’d go endless rounds of cumming without stopping while making you squirm beneath him. But as I said, if you want it slow and sensual, he wouldn’t think twice and he’s have slow sex with you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

In his wild rockstar life where everything was unpredictable, quickies were a common thing. You guys would have quickies in bathrooms, cars, behind clubs, in studios… everywhere

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s open to anything as long as you’re comfortable with it. Referring to public sex he’s pretty risky. In pools or jacuzzis, or under the table with his band mates he’d finger you and edge you, to get you ready for what was about to come…

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Dave lasts about 5 to 6 rounds. But it depends on if he jerked off before fitting in bed (he acc said that in an interview)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Dave doesn’t use toys on himself, but he does use them on you. He loves seeing you come for the hundredth time from a buzzing vibrator.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he’d tease you for hours… he loves listening to you beg for his cock or beg for him to stop edging. He’d edge you till the last second before you cum then listen to your whines.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Usually he does nothing fore than a grunt or some groans, but when he’s submissive he’d whine and moan and whimper for you to go faster. (Karma huh)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Even tho I said that he doesn’t use toys for himself, once or twice he does use a vibrator on himself, pressing it against his throbbing tip while his other hand jerks the rest of his dick off.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a solid thick 7 inches, slightly curving upwards. He’s proud of himself and likes to brag about it sometimes.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As I said earlier, he has an insane sex drive since his teenage years.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Again, it depends on the era. But he’d wait for you to fall asleep first, and then he’d follow up.

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[iheartjameshetfield]

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

hold on i’m doing backflips

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFHSJFHSJDHAKDHSJ

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

or or or or

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

ORRRRRRRR

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

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

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

[dave-me0wstaine]

thinkin about this dave and how he’s such a dad bf. just taking care of you, spoiling you with little gifts or a nice dinner. always showering you with praise, calling you his good girl, his pretty baby. truly you are his pride and joy.

and out in public he’s always got a hand on you, guiding you wherever you need to go, rubbing your thigh when you sit down to dinner. just subtle hints of dominance here and there to remind you your his.

and he takes just as good care of you in the bedroom. you’re his little pillow princess, how could he not? he always makes sure your in the most comfy positions while your taking his cock, whispering in your ear about how well you take him, “like you were made for me, baby.”

and you get absolutely delirious one day, and accidentally call him daddy, and he teases the ever-loving shit out of you, much to your embarrassment. grinding his hips into yours, thumbing harshly over your clit, saying things like “why’re you gettin’ so shy? i might as well be your daddy, m’spoilin’ you so much,”

but he must not be too turned off by the name, because it’s not too long before he’s making a mess out of your cunt, filling it with his cum <333

[nausicaamusiclover20]

You decide to tease playfully Dave...

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, teasing and mature language. I think that's all

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The tension between us crackled in the air the moment I entered the room. I wore a dress that I knew would push his buttons—short, tight, and perfectly revealing. His gaze followed my every move, the dark heat in his eyes making my skin tingle. I could feel his desire building, but I wasn’t ready to give in just yet. Not without having a little fun first.I took my time moving around the room, letting my hips sway provocatively with every step, teasing him. I leaned against the desk, toying with an object as if I had no idea what I was doing to him. I could feel the intensity of his stare, burning into me, and I smiled to myself.

He sat in the chair, legs spread wide, looking at me like a predator sizing up his prey. His hands gripped the arms of the chair, knuckles whitening as he tried to maintain control. But I saw the flicker of impatience in his eyes. He wouldn’t stay calm for long.“You’re really asking for it tonight,” he said, his voice low and rough, filled with restrained desire.I turned to him, raising an eyebrow innocently, playing coy. “Am I?”

Slowly, I closed the distance between us, standing right in front of him. His gaze never left me, his eyes dark and hungry, his hands still gripping the chair as if to hold himself back. I smirked, my confidence growing. I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his ear, teasing him. “What if I don’t want to give up control?” I whispered, my voice low and sultry.Without warning, his hand shot out, gripping my wrist and pulling me forward. I gasped as he yanked me onto his lap, forcing me to straddle him. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, the heat of his body flooding my senses.

His hands were immediately on my hips, holding me in place as he looked up at me with a predatory grin. “You think you’re in control, huh?” he murmured, his voice dangerously soft. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”Before I could respond, he tugged at the neckline of my dress, pulling it down to expose my breasts. I gasped, my heart racing as the cool air met my skin. His gaze darkened, and I could see the hunger reflected in his eyes.

“Beautiful,” he growled, his fingers brushing over my skin, exploring every inch of me as he cupped my breasts. I moaned at the sensation, my body arching instinctively toward him.“Such soft skin,” he murmured, his thumbs teasing my nipples as he leaned in closer. “I could do this all night.”I shivered, feeling heat flood through me as he continued to touch me, his fingers gliding over my sensitive skin. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, a wicked smirk spreading across his lips.

“Y-yes,” I breathed, overwhelmed by the sensations he was stirring within me. His hands moved lower, teasing my hips, igniting a fire deep inside me. “Let’s see how wet you get from my teasing,” he murmured, his fingers sliding under my dress, moving between my legs. I gasped as he teased me through the thin fabric of my underwear. 

“You’re getting wet from my teasing,” he murmured against my neck, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. “Such a dirty little girl, soaking through your panties just from a little tease.”I bit my lip, trying to suppress a moan, but he wasn’t having it. His other hand slid up my back, pulling me closer until my chest was pressed against his. “I want to hear you, baby,” he growled, his voice rough. “Let me hear how much you like this.”

He pushed my underwear aside, and before I could respond, his fingers slipped inside me. I moaned loudly, my head falling to his shoulder as he began to move his fingers in and out, slowly at first, torturing me with the deliberate pace. I was desperate for more, but he held me firmly in place, teasing and stretching me.“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice filled with dark amusement. “Falling apart so quickly. I could make you come just like this, couldn’t I? But I’m not done with you yet.”

Just when I was on the edge, my body tightening, he pulled his fingers away. I cried out in frustration, trying to move against him, but his other hand held me firmly in place. His smirk was infuriating, knowing exactly what he was doing.“You don’t get to finish yet,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Not until I say so.”Before I could protest, he stood up, lifting me effortlessly as he carried me to the bedroom. He tossed me down onto the mattress, my body bouncing slightly from the force. I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on me again, pinning me down, his hands rough as they claimed every inch of me.

“You teased me,” he growled as his fingers dug into my thighs, spreading them apart. “Now it’s my turn.”His mouth was on me then, hot and demanding, kissing and biting as his hands roamed my body. He tugged my dress up over my hips, exposing me completely, and his lips followed, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He didn’t give me a chance to breathe as his fingers returned, teasing me again, keeping me on the edge of release but never letting me have it.I arched my back, my body trembling, desperate for more. “Please,” I gasped, unable to take it anymore. “I need you.”

His eyes darkened, and without another word, he pushed inside me in one hard, rough thrust. I cried out, my body arching into his, the sensation overwhelming. He didn’t give me time to adjust, didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath. He set a brutal pace, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, leaving me gasping and moaning beneath him.“You feel so tight around me,” he growled, his hands gripping my hips as he slammed into me, his voice rough with desire. “Like you were made just for me. You love this, don’t you? Being fucked like this.”

I could only nod, my body trembling beneath him as the pressure built inside me, each rough thrust pushing me closer to the edge. The way he filled me, the way he took control—it was everything I wanted, everything I craved. “You’re mine,” he growled, his pace unrelenting. “Say it.”“I’m yours,” I gasped, barely able to speak as the pleasure overwhelmed me. “I’m yours.”

He groaned at my words, his grip on my hips tightening as he thrust even deeper, driving me wild. I was so close, my body trembling with the need to come, but he held me just on the edge, prolonging my pleasure.When I finally came, it hit me like a wave, crashing over me with overwhelming intensity. I cried out, my body shaking beneath him as I reached my release, every nerve in my body on fire.

He wasn’t far behind, his thrusts growing erratic as he followed me over the edge, groaning deeply as he spilled into me. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, our bodies entwined, both of us lost in the aftermath of our pleasure.He collapsed beside me, pulling me against him as our breathing slowly returned to normal. After a few moments, he brushed a strand of hair from my face, his lips pressing softly to my temple.

“Was that too rough for you?” he asked, his voice soft now, a hint of teasing in his tone.I smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Not at all,” I whispered, still breathless. “It was perfect.”

[n3wstxd]

5 likes and I’ll write trans James pegging Dave

this Dave this James thanks goodnight

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

I need more people to be fucked up over body hair like beards sure fine whatever but BODY HAIR

Especially pits like I’m not crazy IM NOT CRAZY

Dave’s pretty clean but like 😩

I love body hair when it’s all sweaty and 🥺

[ghostbustting]

𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔?

Flash Of Love (Series - Slow Updated/Paused)

Hold On

Don’t You Know You’re Mine?

Don’t Worry Baby

Wrong Answer

We Connect

Do It For You

Beauty

Kiss Kiss

Desperation

Heavenly

Distraction

Lost In Your Eyes

Camera Roll

Warm as Daylight

'Til I Kissed Ya

In the Dark

Unbearable Need

There’s A Kind of Hush

Morning Treat

One Time

Behind The Bunny

Wait For You

Cold-Blooded

[d3vils-island]

One Wild Night

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Description: You accompanied Dave to a party, not expecting things to take such a twist.

Warnings: smut, cursing, p in v, hair pulling, usage of weed and alcohol, porn with some plot, doggy style bark bark, thick ass cream pies.

I’ll mark with three “-“ when the smut starts!

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The frigid air hit your neck, and you couldn’t help but shiver as you tried to warm yourself.

“Fuck Dave, we really had to come out here and do it? Couldn’t we have just gone in the bathroom or something? It’s fucking freezing.” You cursed.

“Sure, yeah. Then Rob would find the smell and he’d cut me off the record we signed.” He paused, breathing into his hands to try and warm himself. “If you really don’t wanna do it then let’s go inside. If you do, let’s make it quick.” Dave said, his hot breath causing steam to form near his mouth.

You rolled your eyes as Dave passed you the joint, you placed it between your fingers before you quickly lit it and took a giant puff. The smoke entering your lungs was calming as you took a deep breath and exhaled it out. You passed it back to Dave, who did the same thing.

While Dave took his hit, you couldn’t help but notice how peaceful it was outside. It was practically dead quiet except for the low music that was emitting from Dave’s house. “It’s almost 3am, how longs this party gonna last?” Dave shrugged his shoulders. “Who knows.” He passed the joint back to you.

You each took your final puff before hurrying back inside to escape the cold. Once you got inside though, the effect of what you just took started to hit you.

“Woah.” You said, catching Dave’s attention.

“You alright?” You nodded, “yeah, just… this is only my second time doing weed in years.”

“You’ll get used to it.” He chuckled.

You followed Dave around the house as he chatted it up with people, still trying to get your bearings after the joint you smoked. The room looked like it was spinning. Why was it spinning? Your body followed the way it moved, trying desperately to not fall as it twisted and turned…

“Hey, watch where you’re going man!” Some guy said to you.

“Shit, I'm so sorry.” You apologized. Dave looked over to you, your body swaying left to right and your eyes bloodshot.

“Excuse me just a second.” Dave said before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and guided you to one of the bedrooms.

“You alright?” He asked, a hint of concern tugging at his voice. You looked up at him as you sat on the edge of the bed, his hands on your shoulders as he leaned over to look into your eyes. You simply nodded, wondering why it felt like your body was moving even though you were sitting completely still. You head felt heavy, and so did your eyelids. You gently fell back until it hit the soft sheets of the bed. You fluttered your eyes closed until felt a hand snap beside your head as your eyes shot open.

- - -

“What are you-“ Dave slammed his lips on yours, moving his mouth in a slow and sensual rhythm. Almost instinctively, you caved in and played along, sliding your hands up his torso as you passionately kissed him.

“fuck,” he said between kisses, “you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He shoved his tongue in, deepening the kiss. The lingering sensation of his lips on yours and his hands roaming your body added to the feeling of being stoned, and damn did it feel great.

Without a second thought, you both stripped your clothes off your bodies, leaving you two in nothing. You crawled back onto the bed, before Dave harshly gripped your hips and flipped you onto your stomachs with your ass up. You felt him press his chest against your back as his hot breath hit your ear.

"You look so pretty like this," he paused, roaming his hands up to your chest as he began groping you. He grinded himself against your already sopping cunt, causing you to arch your back.

“ your face pressed against the sheets as your practically on display for me." he cooed in your ear, slipping his hands down your spine and stopping at your hips as he harshly dug his nails into them, leaving behind crescent shaped marks.

You felt him drag his tip up and down your slit, before ramming all of it into you. Your back instantly arched, as you let a loud whine out into the sheets. "Fuck!" you cursed, feeling him reach the deepest parts of you. He didn't stop at that one single thrust though, he kept ramming his cock into you over and over and over, until you were practically begging for him to stop.

Dave moved one of his hands to press against your abdomen, making sure he felt his thick length just pounding into you over and over. He hit your g spot relentlessly, and him pressing down on your stomach only added to the pleasure.

Your nails dug into the plush sheets beneath you, tears perked at the corners of your eyes as your breath staggered and your voice cracked. Hearing the noises you caused Dave to make, the grunts and groans he let out, only made you closer and closer to your long awaited orgasm.

Each time Dave pounded into you, you were pushed closer and closer to the edge of release. "I'm gonna cum!" you whined, and you felt Dave grab a fist full of your hair. He pulled your head up as he leaned his lips down to your ear. "What was that?" he asked between his groans. "I couldn't hear you with your face in the sheets." He slammed your head back down, before harshly yanking your hair again.

"I'm gonna cum...!" you repeated, tears perked at the corners of your eyes as you felt your high inching closer and closer but never quite reaching you.

"Really? Does my cock just make you feel that good?" He questioned before he slammed your face back into the sheets, wrapping his hand around your neck.

"Then cum, bitch."

You felt him slam into your harder, and with one final thrust, you felt your long awaited euphoria finally crash over you. Your whines got louder and your legs started to shake. Dave didn't stop, he kept going until his hot cum shot into you. He pulled out for a second, watching his thick, pretty cum pool out of you, before he quickly shoved himself back into you as to stop it from oozing out.

He pressed his back against you, bringing his lips to your ear again.

“Feel that?” He pressed your abdomen, making you feel how much he filled you up. You whined at the feeling of his cum seeping out.

“Such a dirty little thing,” he cooed. “You can’t even keep my cum inside which I worked so hard to give you.” He pressed harder on your abdomen as more started to seep out.

“I’m so sorry...” You pouted, gripping the sheets harder as you arched your back for him.

“Let’s just stay here for a second,” he paused, letting out a staggered breath. “You feel so good.”

[luvrboydave]

dad's best friend dave pt.2

pairing: dbf!dave x virgin!fem reader

warnings: smut, kinda insecure reader, inexperienced reader, age gap, couch sex, unprotected piv, creampie, maybe breeding kink idk, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), pussy slapping (like once), LOTS of praise, dave teaches her how to give a hj/bj, pet names (sweetheart, baby, darlin'), tiny itty bit of overstim, soft dave but also a little mean dave at the beginning

words: 2.3k

a/n: not proof read and also might be bad cuz im a bit out of practice :3 feeding the dbf!dave girlies even though im not hyperfixated on megadeth rn!!!! enjoy guys, COME GET YOUR FOOD MWAH <3

CLICK HERE FOR PT.1

ever since your little fling with dave, he’s been plaguing your thoughts more than usual…daydreams of his thick fingers inside of you, wet dreams involving him pinning you down and having his way with you. no matter how hard you try to ignore the thoughts and push them away, they always return stronger. sometimes, you wonder if he ever thinks about you as well, if he touches himself to the memory of your tight cunt. 

surely, he notices your lingering stares when he comes over to watch sports with your dad, right? surely, he notices that you’re completely and absolutely in love with him, right…?

it’s like you don’t even exist to him anymore; were you really that bad of a lay? thoughts raced through your head. did you do something wrong? did he not like how your body looked? were you too inexperienced for him? you were startled from your thoughts when a hand laid on your shoulder. looking to your left, you see that familiar head of curly orange hair. 

"oh, hey dave. sorry. i was just lost in thought," you mumble, turning to look up at him. 

dave hums at your words, “no worries, sweetheart. your dad just ran to the store, wanted me to tell you he’d be gone ‘bout an hour or two.”

your eyes follow him as he walks around the couch and sits beside you. “so, what was goin’ on in that pretty head of yours, hm?” he smiles, locking eyes with you. it was as if he could see straight through you. 

“just thinking about…college stuff,” you murmur, eyes breaking away from his and looking down at your clasped hands. 

“school stuff, hm? there’s no reason to lie to me, sweetheart.” he places a hand on your bare knee, and you jump slightly at the touch. 

“i know, sorry. my brain is just all kinds of messy right now.” you sigh.

“you wanna talk about it?” he asks as his thumb rubs comforting circles over your thigh. 

you go silent, trying to decide if you should just ask if you’ve done something wrong. your brain is screaming at you not to do it, and your stomach churns at the thought of him confirming all your insecurities. 

with a burst of courage, you blurt out the question that’s been haunting you, “did i do something wrong?” 

dave’s face scrunches in confusion, “what makes you think you did something wrong, sweetheart?”

“y’know, the last time we were…alone…together. i can tell you’ve been avoiding me since then. i thought maybe i did something wrong or something you didn’t like if you were staying away from me…” you ramble, moving your hands wildly while explaining yourself. 

“shit, sweetheart…m’sorry. you didn’t do anything wrong; you were perfect. i was keeping my distance from you ’cause i thought you’d be disgusted by me.” he laughs, scooting closer to you on the couch and sliding his hand higher up your thigh. 

“i could never be disgusted by you.” you giggle, resisting the urge to press your thighs together at his touch. 

“is that right…” he hums, a smirk forming on his lips. 

all of a sudden, his lips are on yours. you moan in surprise, hands coming to wrap around his neck. the kiss is desperate but sweet at the same time, as if he’s trying to make up for causing you to stress. his hand continues under your skirt, knuckles rubbing over your damp panties. Dave’s other hand cups your face, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue into your mouth. 

you gasp when he slides your panties to the side and runs a finger through your folds. “shit, sweetheart… so wet for me already.” he groans into the kiss. you buck your hips up into his hand, silently asking for more. 

“mmh-, my baby is so fucking greedy.” dave growls, slipping a finger inside of your cunt. his cock grows hard from the noises you’re making–your soft mewls are music to his ears. dave slips another finger inside of you slowly, stretching you out nicely. once you adjust to the new addition, dave picks up his pace–fingers pistoning in and out of you. 

“fuck, this pussy is so sloppy for me, baby…all for me, ain’t that right, sweetheart?” dave grunts, looking you in the eyes. 

you struggle to give him an answer–the pleasure already too much for you. As you try to speak, the only things that come out are strained moans and half-formed curses. 

“fuckin’ answer me, baby.” dave growls, pulling his fingers out of you and landing a harsh slap on your sensitive cunt. your body jumps at the impact, crying out from the pain. 

“shit- yes! all for you- all for you…” you whine tearfully, hands moving to grip his hair. 

“good girl,” dave praises, rubbing your clit, before slipping his fingers back into your drooling pussy. his pace is brutal, and he doesn’t let up–not even when fat tears start to roll down your cheeks. one of the hands that’s threaded into his hair moves to grip his wrist, trying to slow him down–but he doesn’t relent. 

dave pushes you down to lay on your back with his free hand before snatching both of your wrists and pinning them above your head. He can tell you’re close by the way you squirm underneath him, frantically bucking your hips into his hand. 

“that’s it, sweetheart. let go for me.” dave coos as you come undone. your body shakes, thighs clamping shut around dave’s hand at the intensity of your orgasm. 

your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath. dave gives you time to recover, gently rubbing your thigh before leaving to grab you a glass of water. you thank him when he returns to the living room, and you down the glass quickly. 

“wanna help you now,” you mumble shyly, pushing him back against the couch before sinking to your knees in front of him, “this is my first time doin’ this…” you admit. 

“fuck…you’re so perfect for me, sweetheart. letting an old man like me take all your firsts,” he groans, “gonna let me be the first one to fuck your pretty little angel cunt too, hm?” 

you nod softly, looking away from him in embarrassment. he chuckles at your shyness before grabbing your hand and placing it over his bulge. 

“here, let me teach ya how it’s done,” he smiles, “first, you gotta take it out, ‘kay?” 

you nod again, pulling the zipper down and helping him slip out of his jeans. you’re a little intimidated, but he reassures you that you can back out anytime. 

you reach into his boxers and wrap your hand around his cock; it’s a bit weird at first, but you eventually get used to the feeling and feel confident enough to pull his boxers down and let his cock spring free. dave praises you sweetly and helps guide you through it. 

“go ahead and spit on it now, sweetheart,” he commands softly, stroking your hair. you do exactly as he says, gathering spit in your mouth and letting it drip from your lips onto the head of his cock. 

“good,” he smiles, “now use your hand to spread it around–use a little pressure, but don’t squeeze too hard.” 

you follow his instructions, stroking up and down and occasionally squeezing lightly. dave groans softly, watching you with lustful eyes. he swears he almost cums when he sees your wide, curious eyes staring up at him. 

“you’re doing amazing for me, baby…use your thumb to rub the tip–and if it feels like it’s getting dry, spit on it some more.”

you let some more spit fall onto his dick, using your thumb to spread it around his tip. hesitantly, you lean down and give the tip a small lick. your cunt clenches at the sound dave makes. testing the waters, you give it another lick before wrapping your lips around the tip. dave has to fight the urge to buck his hips up and bury his cock deep in your warm throat. 

“fuck- didn’t even have to tell you to put it in your mouth,” he groans and threads a hand in your hair, “take your time, sweetheart. you don’t gotta rush.” 

you try to smile at him before taking his cock further into your mouth. you revel in the small grunts and sighs dave makes, thighs clenching at the erotic sounds. as you try to take him deeper, you gag around his cock and quickly pull off to catch your breath. dave hums at your messy face, the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes making his dick twitch. he softly raises his hand to caress your cheek, encouraging you to take him back into your mouth. 

“gonna let me fuck your throat, sweetheart?” dave questions, “i promise i’ll be gentle.”

you hum in agreement around his cock, whining when he threads his hand into your hair. dave slowly thrusts up into your mouth, and your throat constricts around him as he pushes deeper and deeper. his free hand wipes the tears from your eyes, and he coos at you softly. he groans when he bottoms out in your throat. 

“shiiit- you’re doing great, sweetheart. just breathe through your nose, baby–tap my leg a few times if you need me to pull out,” he mumbles, pulling back until just the tip is in your mouth and sliding back in slowly. 

dave slowly increases his pace, spouting praise at you as he does so. When you swirl your tongue around his tip and bring a hand up to massage his balls, he knows he’s about to cum. he quickly pulls out of your mouth and pulls you up from the floor before laying you down on the couch. 

“need to be inside of you, sweetheart. can’t wait to fill this pretty pussy of yours.” dave groans, pulling your shirt over your head and panties down your legs. 

“hot even wearin’ a bra, huh–so fuckin’ desperate for me…you wanted this to happen, didn’t you.” he teases, hands groping at your bare tits. 

you whine, nodding feverishly and bucking your hips up into him. dave chuckles at your impatience. your body twitches when you feel dave spit down onto your already sopping cunt a few times. dave guides his cock to your cunt, slipping between your pussy lips and rocking back and forth. your mouth opens with a silent whine when the head of his cock catches on your clit as he rocks forward. 

“gonna put it in now, sweetheart. try to relax for me, i want this to be as comfortable for you as possible,” dave states, pushing your legs up towards your chest and guiding his cock to your entrance.

you keen at the stretch, wincing slightly as your cunt opens up for him. “that’s it…breathe for me, baby–just relax.” he murmurs sweetly.

dave continues pushing deeper into your tight pussy, groaning as your warm walls flutter around his length. he pauses as he bottoms out, allowing you time to breathe and adjust to his size, all while muttering praise in your ear. 

“think i’m ready for you to move, baby…” you whine, rocking your hips slightly into his. 

dave smiles at you before he pulls out and thrusts back in gently. your eyes roll back into your head as he begins thrusting into you at a steady pace. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a messy kiss. dave swallows the pretty noises you make as he fucks you, revelling in your pleasure. 

“you can move faster-” you moan, breaking the kiss and looking him in the eyes. 

“you sure, sweetheart?” he questions, slowing down his thrusts and waiting for you to confirm. you nod, giving him the go-ahead to speed up.

it’s like a switch flips inside of him–he pushes your legs even closer to your chest and fucks into you quickly. your head falls back onto the couch's armrest, fingers clawing at his shoulders in pleasure. dave’s hips piston in and out of you, your sloppy cunt squelching with each thrust. 

your back arches off of the couch when he snakes his hand down to play with your swollen clit. your body feels like it’s on fire, the pleasure quickly becoming too much. 

“hnng- think im gonna cum! fuck-” you cry out, voice breaking as tears spill from your eyes.

“Shh, sweetheart. you can let go, c’mon, cum for me like a good girl.” he coos, fingers still rubbing circles on your clit as he picks up his pace. 

Your body shakes as you start to cum, and your vision goes spotty. your arms hold onto dave’s shoulders for dear life as your body convulses. dave continues thrusting in and out of your cunt, overstimulating your poor, sensitive pussy. 

“keep clenchin’ around me, just like that, sweetheart,” he growls, his pace faltering ever so slightly. “fuuuck- gonna fuckin’ ruin this gorgeous angel cunt of yours, baby–fill you up so good you’ll be leakin’ for weeks.” 

dave groans, pushing his hips flush with yours when he cums, pumping you full of his warm, sticky cum. your pussy flutters around him, milking him of every last drop. dave’s head drops into the crook of your neck, and he presses soft kisses to the skin there. you stroke his back as he lays on top of you, a smile pulling on your lips. 

“i think i’m in love with you,” you mutter softly. 

dave’s ears perk up at your words–he lifts his head to look at you, “you really mean that, sweetheart?” 

“of course I do,” you affirm, moving your hands to hold his face and pull him up into a loving kiss. 

“i love you too,” he murmurs into the kiss, “but we might wanna get dressed…i don’t think your dad would appreciate seeing us cuddled up naked on the couch,” he laughs.

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kinktober 2024 | day 03 | masterlist

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dave mustaine x reader | biting + hickeys

✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, +18, mxf sex, biting, hickeys, oral sex implied/mentioned

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You always felt warm and fuzzy around your boyfriend, safe and protected and cared for. Especially on days like these, when he’d sit on his bed, back against the headboard while you curled on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder. One of his hands was on your waist and the other was holding your thigh. Being together, wrapped up in each other, with nothing else to do but enjoy the moment, was definitely the best part of your day.

You sighed dreamily, looking up at Dave and nudging your nose against his stubble. He chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest on your body.

“You smell nice,” you mumbled, pressing a small kiss on his jaw, your hand slipping to the back of his head as you trailed more kisses down to his neck. He let out a soft grunt, his grip on you tightening just a bit.

“You keep kissing me like that, babe, and we’re not just gonna be cuddling anymore,” he teased, making you giggle.

"Isn’t that what we always end up doing, anyway?" you grinned. Your eyes met his hazel ones, lit up with a mix of amusement and a spark of desire as he smirked back, sliding his hand from your thigh to your butt.

You kissed his neck again, rougher this time, your teeth grazing lightly on his soft skin. Dave sucked in a breath, his fingers digging into your flesh, letting out a quiet sound when you gave him a playful bite. You pressed in closer, your fingers getting lost in his ginger hair as you sucked on his fair skin. He let out a low grunt, tilting his head back with a sigh.

You kissed the spot on his neck where it was starting to redden, your lips trailing up to his jaw, then the corner of his mouth. It didn’t take much more for him to take back control — he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth slowly. He felt warm, his hair soft in your hands as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He grabbed you by the hips, lifting your body and then laying you back down on the bed, making you let out a soft, surprised giggle.

"My turn," he whispered, laying down on top of you, one hand getting tangled in your hair, gently pulling your head back so he could kiss just under your left ear. His lips weren’t as gentle as yours, his teeth sinking into the soft skin until you whimpered, only to kiss the sore spot right after, sucking on it until he left a mark.

You pressed your thighs together, feeling the warmth pooling between your legs as he lifted your shirt, his teeth grazing the edges of your collarbones. He grabbed one of your breasts, his rough palm pressing against your hard nipple before pinching it gently. It wasn’t long before his lips found the other one, biting softly as his tongue swirled against your sensitive skin. You were a total mess of moans, gently rocking your hips against him while your pussy clenched, practically begging to be touched.

"So pretty," he murmured, pulling back a bit, his fingertips tracing the bite marks and hickeys he'd left on your skin. On your neck, your collarbones, your breasts; you were like a canvas, claimed by the sweetness of his lips, wet and breathless and begging for more. 

“Dave,” you whined, looking up at him with pleading eyes as you pressed his hips against his hardness. He grunted softly, his fingertips tracing the hem of your pants before unbuttoning them and pulling them down slowly. He knelt on the bed, his knees around your hips as he took his shirt off, his ginger hair falling over his shoulders. You could see the soft, fuzzy trail of hair leading from his defined chest down to his abs, and then lower.

He pulled away, parting your legs before lying down, his face between them as he pressed his thumb against the wet spot in your panties. You closed your eyes, letting out a soft moan, and he chuckled, his lips finding the soft flesh of your inner thigh while his finger made small circles through the fabric.

“Dave, please,” you gasped, fingers getting lost in his hair. “Need you so bad…”

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispered, his warm breath against your skin making you shiver. “Just gotta mark you down here first, yeah?” He kissed your inner thigh again, his teeth grazing the soft skin. “Make sure you know who you belong to.”

You let out a soft, shaky moan when he bit down on your inner thigh, hard enough to break the skin. He pulled back, making soothing noises as he kissed the spot gently, his warm breath against your clit making you shiver while he moved to your other thigh.

“Good girl,” he mumbled, giving you a soft kiss. “So wet and ready for me, huh?”

“Yeah,” you moaned as he sucked on your thigh, placing small kisses all over your skin. Your pussy clenched around nothing, your hips bucking as you bit your lower lip, fire igniting in your belly. You wanted him, needed him, so, so bad.

He knew you did; you let out a soft sigh as he finally took off your panties, the cold air hitting your wetness making you shiver. He knelt on the bed, face flushed and pupils dilated, his cock straining against his jeans as he took a moment to admire you �� covered in his love marks, all ruined and needy and ready for him. You were his, and he made sure everyone who looked at you would see it, your soft skin dotted with small bruises and bites, the ultimate proof of who you belonged to.

To him, and him only.

You let out a soft, shaky moan when he finally grabbed your hips, his warm mouth finding the throbbing pearl between your thighs.

Participate in the kinktober writing list with my FREE SPACE dynamic. There are some free spaces for specific pairings and you can shoot me asks with suggestions for kinks and plots featuring them. I will choose one for each character featured to write! Free spaces available: Sam Winchester (SPN), Jason Newsted (Metallica), Cap. John Price (COD), Kakashi Hatake (Naruto), Cronos (Venom)