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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 1 month ago
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okay this is the first time ever requesting anything EVER! But I love ur writing so I had to. I’m think a three way between the reader, James and Dave. But it’s like they’re fighting over who’s doing it right? And the reader is kinda innocent and has no experience. And they end up fucking her, taking turns like a competition bc they both in love w her? And, idk, maybe they met her bc she works for a catering business so they both know her? Idk if that makes sense lmaoo. Obviously only if ur comfy w it, but I beg!!!!
A/n: I will never not be mad that my computer glitched AFTER I FINISHED THIS and none of it saved so I had to start from scratch all over again 🥹 I WAS LITERALLY ADDING THE TAGS kill me 😩
Two days later and I’m still mad IT WAS PERFECT I genuinely think I peaked with that one 😫
Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight breeding kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
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“What-what do you want, Dave?” You asked, struggling to bite back moans as James curled his fingers at just the right angle.
Dave could picture you now, doing everything you could to get off on your fingers without him there to help you. “I was just checking in, see how you were doing in the new place.” He said, twirling the phone cord in his fingers. “Didn’t realize how needy you were, want me to come over?”
“What’s he saying?” James asked, barely pulling away from you, his hot breath fanning over your cunt. His fingers didn’t stop, still thrusting into your tight hole to prep you for him.
Dave heard James over the receiver, anger already boiling in him. “Who’s that?” He asked, struggling to hold back to venom in his voice. “Are you with someone?”
James took the phone from you and hung up on Dave, going back between your trembling thighs. "Don't think about him, just think about me." He said, flicking your clit with his tongue. "Let me show you what you've been missing with Dave."
You wanted to get him to stop, you knew you should've, but you couldn't. His tongue, his fingers, he felt so good. Your head fell back and you reached down to him, fingers lacing through his hair and pulling him closer.
You’d just moved to L.A. not long after your tour with Metallica. They weren’t the first band you’d gone with for catering and such, organizing dinners whatever. First you went out with Megadeth where you met their lead singer, Dave Mustaine.
He seemed to have a thing for you, you didn’t catch on right away but he didn’t make an attempt to hide it.
Dave was great and helped you move into your apartment, it wasn’t far from his place which was why you gave him a key. Now you were regretting that decision.
Your moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. Still, you heard the keys jingling in the door, followed by Dave storming over.
He stormed into the room, swinging it open and stopping dead in his tracks at the sight. James between your legs with a firm hold on your hips as he thrust in and out of you at a brutal pace.
“What the fuck.” Dave hissed, pulling his shirt off over his head and making his way over to you. By the time he got to the bed he was just as naked as you and James.
Dave reached over for your head, turning you to him as he stroked his semi hard dick. He lined himself up with your bruised lips but James pushed him away before he could really do anything.
"What the fuck are you doing?" He demanded, unable to take most of his attention off of you wrapped around him. "She-she's never done this before, Dave, you can't just-just choke her."
Dave stared at James who was abusing your hole right now with his thrusts that lacked any rhythm. He was so close, he tried to push it off but he couldn't help the high that he was so close to.
Dave rolled his eyes and looked back to you, he knew, as much as he didn't want to, that his former bandmate was right. Your lips parted, moans left you, but you could barely handle this, let alone any more.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipped under his weight. Dave brushed your hair out of your face and cupped your cheek in his hand so you could look at him. He smiled down at you so warmly it distracted you for a moment from James brutal thrusts. "You're doing so good, darling." He purred. "You look so pretty like this."
"So fucking breedable." James grunted, his hand pressing down on your stomach where a bulge had formed from him. A soft gasp left you, Dave's eyes shot up to James, glaring daggers into him.
With a few more thrusts James came, painting your walls with his cum. He pulled out of you, letting his cum drip down your ass as he laid down beside you.
James wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his side, letting you rest your head on his arm.
Dave scoffed. "Couldn't even make her cum."
James shot him a look. "I made her cum."
"Not with your dick, you didn't." James rolled his eyes at Dave's words. "You fuck like a bitch in heat."
"At least I fucked her." Dave had to stop himself from punching the blond.
He moved to kneel between your legs, looking over you a moment and running his hands along your sides with a featherlight touch. "Not good enough, obviously." He muttered. He leaned down, kissing your cheek and jaw, nipping at your earlobe. “Sweet thing needs it soft and slow.”
Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Dave’s cock push between your wet folds, bumping your clit. Dave let out a low groan as he pushed into you, feeling your walls around him squeezing so deliciously.
Dave paused to let you adjust even though there wasn’t much difference between him and James, as much as he hated to admit it.
Dave started rolling his hips, watching your reactions closely until his dick was angled just right inside you. You squeaked, eyes shutting tight.
Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him impossibly closer to you. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dave asked, giving your hip a gentle squeeze. “You look so pretty like this, taking me so good.” He cooed, smiling warmly down at you.
Not wanting to lay there uselessly James traced shapes on your stomach, hand moving lower until his rough, calloused fingers found your clit, rubbing it in pace with Dave’s thrusts.
His attention was on you the whole time, James hated that he wasn’t the one making you feel this good. He hated that it was Dave, of all people it had to be Dave. He made you cum on his fingers and he’d be damned if he couldn’t do it again.
Dave kept his rhythm, rubbing your thighs and sides, trying to ignore James’s fingers bumping his groin every few thrusts.
Your mind was a muddled mess, eyes fluttering in pleasure. You couldn’t focus on anything but the way they were making you feel, the way the veins on Dave’s dick dragged on your gummy walls, the bulge that came with him fucking you so deep. James’s fingers rubbing you smoothly, jolts of electricity shooting through you.
“That’s it, darling, just relax.” Dave purred, letting you come undone from every little sensation. You head fell back, back arching off the mattress as you came on Dave, walls fluttering around him and he followed suit not long after, filling you to the brim with his seed.
A low groan left him, his hips jerking a last time before he pulled out and laid down on the other side of you.
You shifted closer to James, the two mens cum mixed together with your own juices as they spilled out of you.
“Are you kidding me?” Dave demanded. “After that, you go to him?”
“Dave.” James said, rubbing your side and squeezing your waist. “Look at her.” He rolled you onto your back, letting Dave see the glazed over look in your eyes, your lips parted slightly with heavy breaths.
Dave couldn’t exactly be that mad at you now, not when you were so out of it. “Fucked dumb, huh?” He cooed, kissing your temple. “Just sleep now… I’ll kick James out later.”
The blond rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to him, taking you for himself while he could.
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dave-me0wstaine · 1 year ago
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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
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mariskiii · 1 month ago
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*Dreamy sigh* I wish ginger people were real... ⊹₊⟡⋆
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d3vils-island · 3 months ago
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dave headcannons? 💕 absolutely in love with your writing
I have been dying to do a list of my Dave headcanons, I’m so glad someone requested them!! (PS: this is the first time I’m making a headcanon post, so I don’t rlly know how to format/write this… but I’ll try my best 😭🫶)
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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…
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nausicaamusiclover20 · 2 months ago
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heeyy can you do a fic about Dave and fem reader getting caught in the act for their child? Like a bit of smut and then comedy fluff, please
Thanks!
I hope you like it!❤
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Tangled up in trouble
It all started with a look.
Dave had been giving me that maddeningly smug grin all day—the one that made my stomach flutter no matter how long we’d been together. It started during dinner, where he kept brushing his knee against mine under the table, and it only escalated as we cleaned up. His hand lingered on my waist a second too long; his lips brushed the shell of my ear when he whispered, “Need help?”
By the time we finally crawled into bed, I was done playing coy.
“Do you always have to be such a menace?” I teased as I slipped under the covers.
Dave smirked, climbing in after me and pulling me close. “You love it.”
“Do I?”
He didn’t answer with words, just a kiss that stole my breath. His hands roamed my body, sliding under my shirt to find bare skin. I sighed, melting into him as his lips trailed down my neck.
“Been thinking about this all day,” he murmured against my skin.
I laughed softly, tangling my fingers in his hair. “Between all the chaos with the kids?”
“All of it,” he said, his voice low and heated.
His kisses grew more insistent, his hands working with a practiced ease to tug my shirt off, followed by the rest of my clothes. He hovered over me, his gaze dark with affection and desire.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine.
I arched into him, breathless as his touch ignited every nerve ending. “Less talking, more action,” I managed to gasp.
He chuckled but obeyed, trailing kisses down my body as his hands coaxed soft moans from my lips. Every movement was deliberate, his focus solely on me, and it wasn’t long before I was trembling beneath him, his name spilling from my lips like a prayer.
When he kissed his way back up, his grin was both tender and smug. “You okay?”
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t hide the smile tugging at my lips. “You’re insufferable.”
“And you love it,” he repeated, leaning down for another kiss.
But just as things were heating up again, the door creaked open.
“Mom? Dad?”
The sound of her voice was like a bucket of cold water.
Dave froze, his head snapping toward the door like a deer caught in headlights. I barely had time to yank the blanket up to cover us before our six-year-old daughter shuffled into the room, clutching her stuffed bunny.
“What are you doing?” she asked, blinking sleepily.
“Uh—” My brain flatlined.
“Wrestling!” Dave blurted out, sitting up carefully to keep the blanket in place.
I turned to glare at him. Wrestling? That was the best he could come up with?
“Wrestling?” she repeated, tilting her head.
“Y-Yeah!” I said, nodding like a lunatic. “Daddy’s really bad at it, so I was winning.”
Dave shot me a look that screamed Are you serious?, but I ignored him.
Our daughter frowned, clutching her bunny tighter. “Why was Mommy saying your name like that?”
My face burned, and I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
Dave cleared his throat, scrambling for an answer. “Uh… because I was losing! And, uh, begging for mercy!”
Her frown deepened. “Mommy sounded mad. Was she mad at you?”
“No!” I said quickly, laughing nervously. “Not mad. Just… frustrated! Because I was winning. Right, Dave?”
“Right,” he agreed, nodding too quickly.
She looked between us, clearly skeptical, before sighing. “If you’re not mad, why were you making all that noise?”
Dave’s eyes went wide, and I buried my face in my hands, praying for the earth to swallow me whole.
“I—uh—we’re just loud wrestlers!” Dave said, his voice a little too cheerful. “It’s very competitive.”
Our daughter stared at us for a moment longer before shrugging. “Okay. But you woke me up. Next time, wrestle quieter.”
With that, she turned and padded back to her room, leaving the door wide open behind her.
The second she was out of sight, I collapsed onto the bed, covering my face with a groan.
“Loud wrestlers?” I repeated, my voice muffled by my hands.
“Hey, I panicked!” Dave shot back, flopping onto his back beside me.
“You panicked? You’re the one who said we were wrestling! Who even says that?”
Dave grinned, turning to face me. “Well, it worked, didn’t it?”
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “We’re never living this down.”
“Definitely not.” He pulled me into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. “But for the record, you were winning.”
“Damn right I was.
As I nestled against him, I sighed, exhaustion creeping in. Parenthood had its challenges, and interruptions like this were just part of the chaos. But moments like this—messy, awkward, and hilarious—reminded me why I wouldn’t trade our life for anything.
Next time, though, the door would be locked.
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allmoshnobrain · 8 months ago
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requests open? please write a fic where Dave Mustaine and the reader are sleeping in the same bed and a storm happens, the reader is afraid of thunder so to distract his partner, Dave masturbates and fucks the reader under the sheets (female reader)
this request has been sitting in my inbox foreverrr, but I finally got around to writing it and had a lot of fun! made it part of my spoil me rotten au just because i thought it fit their dynamic so well. hope you enjoy it too <3
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from the spoil me rotten au | requests are open! send yours here
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older!dave mustaine x reader │ word count: 2k
"In the meantime," he whispered, pulling back to look at you with a small smile. "Just keep your eyes on me, okay?" He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingertips softly. "I'm right here. You're safe with me."
✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, +18, romance, fluff, smut, mxf sex, masturbation, age gap (r is in their middle twenties, dave is around his 40s)
You and Dave had only been living together for two months when it happened.
It was a cold day, with a steady drizzle all afternoon that made you just want to curl up under the covers for a nap. Luckily, your boyfriend seemed to get your mood and surprised you after a long day at the studio with a new teddy bear and some chocolate, which instantly put a smile on your face.
You loved dating Dave. Not just because you loved Dave, but because he was the most attentive guy ever, always making sure you were happy and spoiling you more than you thought you deserved.
You were sitting on your shared bed, munching on the chocolate Dave had brought while watching some late-night TV. You could hear water running as Dave took a well-deserved warm shower before bed. You hugged your new teddy bear, a small smile on your lips as you enjoyed the sweet taste of chocolate on your tongue. The night had everything to be calm and relaxing, except for one thing: the drizzle had turned into a big storm, and you could feel your whole body tensing up.
It was such a silly thing, really; how scared you were of storms. Not the storms themselves, but the thunder. Loud noises were never your thing, but thunderstorms freaked you out more than you could explain. Maybe it was the scale of it all, the way the skies turned gray as the clouds gathered, making you realize how fragile you were before it all, small, defenseless and afraid. 
You hoped today’s rain wouldn’t come with thunder… But of course, you were wrong.
You yelped when loud thunder rumbled outside, and, not even a minute later, everything went dark.
“Fuck!” you heard Dave shout as the water stopped. You stood up, trying to ignore how much your hands were shaking.
“Babe, you alright?” you asked, fumbling around in the dark until you found the bedside table drawer. You opened it, searching in the dim light until you found a small flashlight. You turned it on just in time to see Dave coming out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist.
“I’m fine,” he grumbled. “I think the power’s out.”
“You think?” you giggled, and he laughed softly. You bit your lip as thunder rumbled again, trying to ignore how much it made your heart race.
“Give me a hand here, please?” he said. You nodded and walked over to help him find his pajamas. He opened a drawer, picked out some fresh clothes, and tossed them on the bed before handing you his towel. “Thanks, babe,” he said while getting dressed. You smiled softly. “Ready to get into bed? I don't think we're getting anything else done with this rain and no power,” he asked as he grabbed his towel and went back to the bathroom to hang it up.
“Can't wait,” you smiled when he came back, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. He kissed your cheek softly, and you chuckled.
You climbed into bed with a happy sigh, smiling as you felt Dave's warm body against yours. He took the flashlight from your hand, turned it off, and set it on his bedside table before wrapping his arms around you and giving you a sweet kiss on the forehead. You let out a small, contented noise and buried your face in his chest, the familiar scent of his skin calming you. It was perfect.
Then, you heard thunder crash again.
“You alright?” Dave asked, one hand soothingly stroking your back. You’d never told him how scared thunder made you feel, but Dave was perfect at reading your emotions, like always. 
“I’m okay,” you breathed, your voice shaking a bit as it boomed again, louder this time. You buried your face in his chest, cheeks burning as embarrassment and fear mingled in your chest. 
“You’re all tense, love,” Dave whispered, his lips pressing a tender kiss to your temple. “It’s just a little rain.”
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I know it’s silly, but… The thunder…”
"You don't have to be sorry," Dave said right away, gently pulling back and lifting your chin so you could look at him. You could barely see him in the dark, but you could feel the warmth of his body against yours, the way he held you close, keeping you safe. "Want me to turn on the flashlight?"
"Yeah, that'd help," you whispered. He turned around, switched on the flashlight, and aimed it at the wall so the light spread softly around the room. You blinked, getting used to the brightness, then buried your face in Dave's chest again as another thunderclap echoed.
“It’s okay,” Dave said in a soothing tone as he caressed your back slowly, "I'll grab some noise-reducing earplugs for you first thing in the morning, alright?"
"You don't have to, Dave," you whispered. "It's just some silly thunder. I shouldn't be this scared, but..."
"It's not silly," he cut in, firm but gentle. “I don’t want to see you upset, baby. So let me just help, okay?” He kissed your lips softly. 
“Okay,” you answered, your voice a small whisper as he kissed your forehead. You took a deep breath, trying to relax. Dave kept rubbing your back, his other hand cupping your cheek as he buried his face in your hair, his lips leaving small kisses all over your face.
"In the meantime," he whispered, pulling back to look at you with a small smile. "Just keep your eyes on me, okay?" He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingertips softly. "I'm right here. You're safe with me."
"Thanks, Dave," you said quietly, a pleasant warmth spreading through your cheeks. “You know I love you, right?”
“I do. But it’s always nice to hear it,” he chuckled. “I love you too, by the way.”
You giggled, biting your lip softly as thunder rumbled again, relieved it was further away now. 
"It's okay," Dave whispered, his lips seeking yours, the sweet pressure of his warmth making you sigh. “It’s okay.”
His kisses started soft, just like he’d been all night, soft and sweet and tender. But slowly, you could feel it changing — the lingering pressure of his lips, then his tongue, exploring your mouth as small sighs and moans escaped you. You ran your fingers through his hair, laughing softly when he pulled you closer, his lips trailing down your neck and collarbones.
"Are you trying to distract me?" you asked, giggling. He chuckled, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.
"Is it working?" he teased, and you hummed contentedly when he kissed you again, his hand firmly on your waist. You sighed happily, melting into his kiss, pressing your body against his. He bit your lower lip gently, his hand moving to your belly before slowly slipping under your panties. "This okay? We don't have to if you're not feeling it."
“It’s fine,” you breathed, your heart beating a little faster, not out of fear now, but of something else entirely. 
You could see a small smile on Dave’s lips before he kissed you again, his fingers finding the wet spot between your thighs as you spread your legs a bit. Your breath hitched as he circled your entrance with his index finger, feeling your wetness before pressing it against your clit. You moaned against his lips as he started slowly massaging your bud.
“Dave…” you whispered, feeling your whole body heat up from his touch, the way he made those small circles making you shiver deliciously in his arms. He kissed your cheek, pressing his body closer to yours as his fingers made you forget, if only for a moment, anything bad you could’ve been feeling.
There was no fear, no tension — just his warm skin against yours, his scent, the soft touch of his lips on your skin. You closed your eyes, gripping your pillow with one hand as he slid two fingers inside you, moving them in and out slowly, making you squeeze around him with pleasure.
“Eyes on me, love,” he whispered. You opened your teary eyes to find his hazel warmth looking at you in a mix of love and desire. “That’s right, my sweet girl. You’re doing so well…”
You moaned again, his words lighting a fire inside you as you felt your face flush. Oh, how you loved being praised by him, being loved by him. How you loved him, the way he cared for you, the way his hazel eyes were always watching yours, making sure you felt good. And fuck, it did, the sweet, sweet pressure of his fingers curling inside you as your legs shook, the way his lips found yours again, his tongue exploring your mouth slowly as you drowned in his taste, his touch. 
You could feel your whole body tense up right before your climax hit, your pussy squeezing around his fingers as you moaned into his mouth, hands tangling in his hair as you pressed your body against his. Dave pulled away gently, kissing your temple and whispering sweet praises in your ear, guiding you through your orgasm as the pleasure became too much and then crashed over you like a wave, all at once.
You giggled softly as you came down from your high, meeting Dave's eyes as he smiled at your reaction. You grabbed his face on your hands, kissing his lips again and again as he climbed on top of you, sitting up to take off his shirt and then yours. You opened your mouth slightly, a small sigh escaping your lips as he pulled down your panties and then his underwear. Dave kissed your neck, biting softly before pushing his cock inside you, and you moaned at that familiar, delicious stretch.
You whimpered when Dave started rocking his hips, slow and sensual, moaning softly against your neck, and buried your hand in his hair, wrapping your legs around his waist to let him go deeper. He grunted, hands gripping the sheets as he pushed harder. You closed your eyes, wet with tears of pleasure, and he caressed your cheek, his thumb tracing your cheekbone before his lips crashed into yours. Dave moaned softly against your lips, his thrusts getting harder; he nibbled on your lower lip, making you let out a small moan as you felt your insides tighten around him.
“I'm coming again,” you whined, and Dave moaned softly, his thrusts growing erratic like your words just pushed him over the edge. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to kiss and suck on your neck’s tender skin, making you moan his name over and over as your second orgasm hit you hard. Dave grunted, picking up the pace, little moans escaping his lips before he reached his peak as well. You wrapped your legs tighter around his hips, keeping him close as he spilled inside you, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath.
You smiled as Dave kissed your lips gently, pulling away with a sigh before lying down beside you. You could still hear the rain, but it was lighter now, more like a regular rain than a storm. And thankfully, no more thunder - though you were pretty sure even that couldn’t mess with the happiness and relaxation flowing through you right now.
"You alright?" Dave asked, his voice a bit hoarse. You nodded, smiling. He grinned back, gently running his hand through your hair. "Not scared anymore?"
"I'm good," you said. "Thanks, Dave."
"Glad I could help, babe. And the sex wasn't bad either," he joked, making you laugh. "But I'm still getting you those earplugs tomorrow, okay?"
"You don't have to worry so much about me," you whispered, and he chuckled.
"Of course I do. That's what boyfriends are for."
"To worry about their girlfriends?" you asked with a soft laugh.
"To care for them," he smiled, his face getting closer to yours before giving you a quick kiss. "And to love them."
"Well," you said, kissing his cheek softly before laying your head on his chest. "I think you're doing an amazing job so far."
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bro i need a soft sex fic with dilf dave mustaine
a/n: i need dilf dave sooo bad
i hope this is okay nonnie i tried my bestttt
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, fingering, just sweet vanilla sex w dave
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it’s been a slow, relaxing saturday in the middle of the summer. your favorite way to spend days like this was out on the back porch of the beautiful house that you and your boyfriend shared. so that’s where you had been all day long, while dave had been busy writing down ideas for new music, as he just recently got a random shock of inspiration and was hyper focused on his guitar. you didn’t mind it too much, even though it was a little bit lonely. after the sun was down, you were still comfortably laid out on the porch furniture, wine glass within reach, watching fireflies. music could be heard in the background, it had been there all day, but you just picked up on it for the first time. you realized it was coming from dave’s acoustic guitar, inside the house. you decided to stand up and make your way inside to check on him. when he noticed your figure walking towards the couch in the living room where he was planted, he smiled softly.
“hey, there’s my pretty girl. where have you been all day?”
“where have you been all day?” you asked teasingly, sitting down right next to him. he looked down at your face, you were trying to contain your laugh. he couldn’t help but smile and marvel at your features which he thought were beyond perfect. after a moment of this eye contact, he shifted his guitar away from his lap to make room for you, which you were happy to take up. he kept his forearm behind your back for support, and rested his other arm across both your exposed thighs. he notices the lack of shorts on your lower half, realizing you’re only wearing his shirt and panties. he looked up at you again with raised eyebrows at this realization, expecting an explanation to which you obliged.
“it was so hot and i was outside all day.” you said shyly and bashful all of the sudden. he shakes his head and legs out a small laugh at how cute you are. you let your head rest on his shoulder for a peacefully silent moment as the two of you absorb each other happily. you enjoy the less lonely feeling of him holding you safely, and he enjoys holding you rather than his guitar. the night brought peace for both of you. he started kissing your head and softly rubbing your thigh with his rough hands. at some point, you started to squirm a little as you realized you’d missed him that day in more ways than one. he picks up on your intentional shifting, and uses his hand on your chin to guide you to look at him.
“do you want something, baby?” you nod slowly, still looking into his eyes sincerely. he kisses your forehead and trails down all over your face as his hand moves back to your thighs, and he pushes them apart, knowing exactly what you want. he lifts up the t shirt of his that you wore to take your panties by the hem and easily pull them down to your ankles with your help. you shiver with anticipation at the feeling of being exposed almost entirely while sitting on your boyfriends lap, while he is fully clothed, aside from a shirt.
“gonna make you feel so good.” he said softly before kissing your lips delicately, still rubbing your inner thighs. you continued to squirm before melting into his warm kiss, causing you to barely notice when he started running his finger through your heat and rubbing your clit softly. you moaned into the kiss when he inserted a finger into your dripping heat.
“are you gonna cum like this for me?” he asked, whispering to you with upmost care.
“i want you, please?” he smiled, deciding not to be too much of a tease and instead give you exactly what you want.
“okay sweetheart.” you were a little shocked to hear these words and feel his fingers pull away from between your legs to pick you up and carry you bridal style into your shared bedroom. you smiled at dave, who was usually rough and mean, showing you how much he wants to give you everything. tonight he just wanted to spoil you and give you everything you wanted.
you giggled as he carefully placed you down on the bed and started undoing his jeans while you took off your tshirt. he laid down next to you and kissed you sweetly and deeply. he moved his large hands down your waist and got on top of you.
“my beautiful princess. you look so pretty under me.” he said quietly, while rubbing little circles on your hips and pressing his hard member to your entrance. “i’m gonna take good care of you, okay?”
you moaned again as he pushed harder agains your heat with his cock, the friction allowing more wetness to seep from between your legs. his sweet words only made it feel more euphoric.
“please, yes.” you ran a hand through his hair gently and he smiled at his precious girl. he leaned over you to kiss your neck and collarbone as he pushed in slowly. the grip he had on your hips tightened, but not uncomfortably. he started moving slowly once he bottomed out and made sure you were okay.
“so pretty.” he said a little shakily, focused on the noises that escaped you.
“davey?” you asked in a breathy voice, grabbing his bicep tightly. he stopped,
“what is it, baby?” he brushed your hair away from your eyes and held your cheek.
“i love you so much.” you stated, looking up at him. he smiled brightly.
“i love you too, my perfect girl.” he kissed you again. “ready?” you nodded positively, and before you could look back up at him, he was back at his steady pace of thrusting into you, making you gasp.
he continued to kiss you and grabbed your leg to lift it, creating a better angle for him. the change made you able to feel him hit that perfect spot, which he caught onto as your moans got louder and higher. he groaned at the noise alone, between your sighs and the sounds coming from where your bodies met.
“is my sweet girl almost there?” you nodded again, too overwhelmed by the blissful feeling to give a verbal response other than your continuous airy moans.
“it’s okay baby, let go. cum on my dick, i know you can do it.” and with that, you saw white and felt yourself let go, as instructed. you could hear him grown loudly and feel his cum dripping around your hole shortly after. “good girl.”
both of you took a minute, laying down next to each other, fucked out. you came back down to earth to listen to dave catching his breath, eventually becoming in sync with your own. you smiled as he grabbed your hand with both of his and sat up.
“can i get you anything, baby?”
“just stay here.” you requested sweetly. dave was happy to do so. you shut your eyes and smiled as you felt him wrap himself around you warmly as you slowly fell asleep in his arms.
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skinomyteethh · 1 year ago
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🌿-  rock you like a hurricane; dave mustaine
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(#`ε´# )ゞ - pairing ;; dave mustaine x fem! reader
⌗ -  cw ;; oral (f! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do this fr)
𖦹 - authors note;; I haven’t posted in forever, I’m so sorry pookies but here’s this, also I kinda gave up towards the end SORRY
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⸙ : loud, enthusiastic guitar riffs echoed throughout the room, the source of the sound happened to be a radio on the opposite side of the room. the volume was turned up, almost to the max in order to prevent any of the noise which would expose their current situation spill out of the room. his head was buried in-between her soft, plush thighs. his fingernails dug into the sides of the supple skin, leaving various marks behind; the stunning white, halter dress she wore earlier on in the night seemed to have turned him on so much.
his cherry red tongue trailed down from her clit to her entrance, waves of pleasure swarming her body. [name]’s fingers ran through his hair, roughly tugging on the roots of his ginger strands every time he stimulated her clit. 
soft, breathless pleads parted her bitten, pink lips though they were are seemingly futile. dave continued to take his time, carefully showing each and every part of her a bit of love. his hand soon trailed downwards, spreading her folds. he leaned back, admiring his work of art for a split second before slowly pumping his fingers into her entrance. in response, she threw her head back, laying down against the pillows now, her legs flat against the bed. 
the way her hair sprawled against the pillow only made her look even more angelic, more ethereal in dave’s eyes. his long pointer and middle fingers followed a steady ‘in-and-out’ pace while his thumb pressed and rubbed her clit gently causing her to instinctively attempt to shut her legs. soon, the pleasure, the stimulation became too much for her to bear; a familiar feeling approaching at almost lightning speed. 
minutes later a thin, almost clear coat of her cum coated his fingers. he ran his pointer and middle fingers through her folds again, collecting anymore residue before pulling them away. he spread them apart, white strings seemingly connecting his fingers. dave brought them up to her mouth, mumbling something along the lines of ‘clean up your mess, slut.’
her pink lips parted once again, though this time no sound erupted from them instead she wrapped her lips around his cum-coated fingers almost skillfully licking them clean. [name] glanced up at him with innocent, pleading eyes. he knew good and well what she wanted, he wanted it too, desperately.
he pried his fingers out of her mouth, his hands hastily tugging at his belt while impatiently undoing it. dave threw his belt along with his pants towards the direction of where her clothes had been discarded. his fist wrapped around the base of his cock, moving it so his length could slide in-between her folds. her whines encouraged him, yet he wanted to tease her just a tad bit longer.
a few moments after he finally positioned the head of his lengthy cock in-front of her entrance, slowly sliding in. he groaned rather loudly at the familiar feeling of her walls wrapped around him; his hands gripped onto her hips as he began moving his hips rather slowly. words of both degradation and praise escaped his lips.
phrases like ‘mmh, that’s a good girl.’ or ‘what a filthy fuckin’ whore’ filled her ears. his grip on [name]’s hips tightened as he managed to finally reach his limit. 
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valwrites-stuff · 4 months ago
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Don't summon the devil
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Dave buys a book about witchcraft just for fun. Once he's really getting into it, he decides to put a spell on someone he despises only for it to actually work and strange things keep happening, scaring the shit out of him until one night he wakes up from a nightmare, shaking him to the core and resulting in a panic attack. You are there to take care of Dave, him promising to get rid of the book.
Dave Mustaine x Reader ☆ Angst, Horror, black magic, panic attacks, nightmares
Dave had always been interested when it came to anything supernatural. So when he stumbled upon a book about witchcraft at a yard sale, he thought it would be a fun little read to pass the time.
He walked into the apartment, a mischievous grin on his face as he held up the dusty old book he had purchased. "Check it out, babe! I bought a book about witchcraft!" he exclaimed, excitement evident in his voice.
You raised an eyebrow, skeptical of his purchase. "Witchcraft, Dave? Really? What are you planning to do with that?"
Dave shrugged, still grinning. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe cast a spell or two, summon a demon, you know, the usual stuff."
You rolled your eyes, not buying into his playful act. "Come on, Dave. You don't actually believe in that stuff, do you?"
Dave chuckled, flipping through the pages of the book. "Of course not! I just thought it would be fun to mess around with. Plus, who knows? Maybe we'll discover some cool spells or something."
You sighed, shaking your head. "Fine, have your fun. Just don't go summoning any demons into this house, okay?"
Dave laughed, placing the book on the coffee table. "Don't worry, I'll be careful. But hey, who knows? Maybe we'll have a little Halloween fun with this book."
But as he delved deeper into the book, he found himself fascinated by the spells and rituals described within its pages. The idea of having the power to change his reality with just a few words and ingredients was intoxicating.
One day, after a particularly bad encounter with a bouncer at a bar, Dave decided to put one of the spells to the test. He gathered the necessary items and recited the incantation, not really expecting anything to happen.
But to his shock, strange things started happening. The bouncer he had targeted had been arrested the next time Dave visited the bar and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at his newfound power.
However, as the days went by, the incidents became more and more bizarre and Dave couldn't believe what was happening. Objects would move on their own, strange shadows would flicker in the corners of his vision and Dave would hear whispers in the dead of night.
He had always been skeptical of magic and the supernatural despite being fascinated by the topic, but now he was faced with the undeniable proof that his spell and witchcraft had worked.
As you sat in the dimly lit apartment one night, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. The bouncer's arrest had been just the beginning. Strange accidents seemed to follow Dave wherever he went.
One day, as he walked down the street, a car swerved out of control and narrowly missed hitting him. Another time, a tree branch fell from above, missing him by mere inches. Each time, Dave couldn't help but wonder if it was just a coincidence or if his work with witchcraft was somehow responsible.
He tried to convince himself that it was all in his head, that he was just being paranoid. But deep down, he knew that something was wrong. The power he had unleashed was beyond his control, and he didn't know how to stop it.
As the incidents grew more frequent and more terrifying, Dave knew he had to do something. He gathered the necessary items once again and tried to reverse the spell, but it was too late. The darkness had already taken hold.
One fateful night, Dave lay in bed, paralyzed with fear, a dark figure materialized at the foot of his bed. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its voice echoed in Dave's mind like a sinister whisper.
"You have meddled in things you do not understand, mortal," the figure hissed. "Now, you will pay the price for your arrogance."
Dave felt a surge of terror wash over him as the figure reached out a hand towards him, its touch like ice against his skin. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worst.
"Dave!" He felt the hand grab him, he woke up screaming in terror and shot up in bed, gasping for breath, feeling like the walls were closing in on him before his eyes found yours, you being the one who held onto his arm with a fearful look on your face. "Y/N..." Dave gasped, his voice trembling.
"Hey, it's me...it was just a nightmare." Dave's eyes darted around wildly as if searching for something. He slowly came back to his senses but his heart raced and his skin felt clammy with sweat. He turned to face you.
"I... I had the worst dream," Dave stammered, trying to catch his breath. "It felt so real."
"Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes it helps to get these things off your chest." You gently brushed a red lock from his forehead, your touch attempting to ground him.
Dave took a deep shuddering breath before whispering. "I should have never bought that book and got into black magic. These evil forces will even hunt me in my dreams..."
You reached out for his clammy hand. "Hey don't say that. I'm sure there must be a way to stop all this..."
Dave's hand trembled in your small one as he spoke, struggling to keep his words steady. "I...I thought so, too, but it's getting worse every day. Whatever spirits I unleashed, they're powerful. I don't know what to do..."
You could hear the crack in his voice at the last sentence before Dave looks away to avoid your eyes and hold back tears of desperation.
He clenched his jaw, fighting back a wave of despair. In a broken whisper, his true vulnerability slipped out. "I'm scared... I can't even sleep properly. The nightmares are relentless, and the fear just claws at me every waking moment. I feel like I'm losing control. What did I do?"
You watched your boyfriend with great concern until Dave found the courage to look at you, eyes watering, daring to spill over.
The tears finally escaped, rolling down his cheeks. In a quivering voice, he admitted his guilt. "I should've known better! I just wanted to explore what's possible. But I was a fool, and now it's tearing me apart from the inside out. I don't know how to make it stop..."
Your heart broke at the sight of Dave, realizing how serious the whole situation was. "Hey, baby...come here. We're gonna find a way out of this." You carefully wrapped your arms around him and just let him sob into your shoulder, tears streaming down his face.
His body clung to you as if you were the only thing keeping him from drowning in his despair. "I just want it to stop... I'll do anything... I can't live like this, I can't..."
"It's gonna be alright, I promise..." You held him tight and just listened to him cry, feeling how tense he was before his body started to shake in your arms as Dave quietly choked on his tears.
Dave could barely catch his breath between sobs, the weight of his fear and exhaustion crashing down on him. His words came out in disjointed fragments, raw with emotion. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have messed with things I didn't understand... I thought I was strong enough...that I could control it...but I was so wrong—"
"Dave, baby, breathe." You let go of him to clutch onto his hands, realizing Dave's cries turning into a panic attack, his chest heaving as tears streamed down his face. You could see the fear in his eyes as he struggled to catch his breath.
"Dave, it's okay. You're going to be okay," You said, trying to calm him down. "I can't breathe, I can't breathe," he gasped, his shoulders shaking.
"Yes you can. Look at me, focus on your breathing, baby. In and out, slowly," You instructed, holding onto his hands tightly as you tried to help him regulate his breath.
"I can't!" he repeated, his voice trembling.
"You can, Dave. You're strong, you can get through this," You reassured him, your heart racing with worry.
Dave tried to follow your instruction, struggling to regain control of his panicked breathing. His breaths were shallow and ragged as he fought unsuccessfully against each subsequent sob. He forced himself to speak, the words coming in halting gasps.
"I-I'm trying... I just can't..."
You could feel the anxiety and worry wash over you as you watched Dave struggle and reached out to take his face into your hands, staring into his tearing eyes. "Dave, baby, please breathe. We'll get through this, I'm here. Breathe with me, in and out."
Dave's eyes locked onto yours, finding a brief moment of clarity. His breaths were still shaky as he struggled to match yours, the sheer effort of focusing on something so simple proving difficult under the weight of his anxiety.
"I-I'm trying..." He tried to match your breathing, but it was still ragged and irregular, the fear and despair making it difficult to keep a steady rhythm. But bit by bit, he managed to slowly draw deeper, more stable breaths.
Dave's breathing slowly begun to steady under your calm, steady pace. His shoulders slumped slightly in relief as he finally felt his heart rate began to calm.
He nodded shakily, his words coming out in broken spurts between deep, steadying breaths.
"You got this. Just like that." A small and relieved smile crept onto your face as you saw him calm down slowly before you wrapped your arms around his exhausted body.
Dave's body slumped against you, the exhaustion suddenly hitting him hard. He clung to you tightly, his head resting heavily on your shoulder. He didn't speak for a long while, just focused on his breathing and the soothing comfort of your embrace.
The fear and despair haven't disappeared, but the overwhelming panic seemed to have subsided, leaving him feeling wrung out and emotionally drained. "Fuck, what was that?"
You soothingly rubbed his back as you answered. "You just had a panic attack." Dave nodded weakly, the reality of what just happened slowly sinking in. When he found his voice again, it was quiet and filled with embarrassment.
"I've never had one like that before..." He let out a shaky sigh, burying his face further into your shoulder. "I feel like such a mess."
As you cradled Dave, you stroked his hair soothingly, whispering reassurances meant to calm his racing heart. The warmth of your embrace seeped into his bones, gradually easing the tremors wracking his body.
"You're not a mess, Dave," you murmured gently, your breath tickling his ear. "Panic attacks can be terrifying and overwhelming, especially when they happen for the first time. But you're safe now, and I'm right here with you."
You pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, your own eyes shining with empathy and understanding. "There's no need to feel embarrassed. This wasn't your fault, anxiety and panic have their own way of taking over sometimes."
Dave's cheeks flushed with gratitude as he looked up at you, his fingers curling around yours instinctively. In that moment, the weight of his anxiety lifted, replaced by a profound sense of comfort and security in your presence.
"How do I stop what I started? There has to be a way." Dave whispered, desperate for an answer to his actions with black magic and the book he brought into his life.
"You need to get rid of that book. Maybe burn it, I don't know. We can ask your sister for help maybe, she's got experience with the occult."
The color drained from Dave's face as he considered your suggestion. The idea of confronting his sister about his dark misdeeds filled him with dread, but he knew deep down, that she may be their only hope to fix this.
He exhaled heavily, shoulders slumping in resignation."You're right. As much as I hate to admit it, she might be the only one who can help us undo the damage I've caused."
Tentatively, he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against your cheek. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this mess I created. You deserve better than being dragged into my twisted mistakes." You placed your hand over Dave's, holding it firmly against your skin.
"Hey don't apologize for what you can't change. We'll find a way, I promise." You said as you stared at each other, seeing the relief and gratitude on Dave's face.
The next day, you wasted no time in reaching out to his sister. She was surprised to see both Dave and you at her doorstep, but once you explained the situation and asked for help, she was determined to offer her assistance.
After looking in her books, she requested a returning spell to fight off dark spirits. Dave and you exchanged nervous glances, but you both knew that you had to do whatever it took to help him find peace. You agreed to try the spell, no matter how crazy or scary it seemed.
In a blinding flash of light, the spell was cast. You held your breath, waiting to see if it had worked. Slowly, the darkness that had been haunting Dave began to recede.
A sense of peace washed over him as you stood there, bathed in the warm glow of the candles before you finished the ritual by burning the book that brought dark clouds over Dave's life.
The darkness may have tried to consume Dave, but with your help, he's found a way out. And as you throw your arms around him to hold him close, you know that you'll always be there to guide him, to keep him safe from the shadows that lurk in the corners of his mind.
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electronicnutcycle · 4 months ago
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Brat Taming/Discipline - Day 2 - Dave Mustaine
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Description: You were being a brat and Dave disciplines you.
Pairing: Dave Mustaine x Reader
Warnings: Spanking , orgasm denial and that's all (lmk if i missed something}
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You would like to think that you don't know why you're in this predicament , why you're currently bent over boyfriends knee and being spanked . But you know exactly why your in this predicament. You were being a brat . All day you would back talk , stomp your feet and whine . Eventually though , Dave had enough of this and as soon as you two stepped through the door of your shared apartment he dragged you all the way to the bedroom and that's how you got here.
"You wanna apologize for being such a brat the whole day?" he said before spanking me again for the millionth time "no! , you basically just ignored me the whole time at band practice!" SPANK , as he spanked you again and the noise of skin on skin echoed around the room you knew you wouldn't last long. When you looked back , you could see that you ass was red as hell and you could feel the smirk on Dave's face because of the fact that you love be spanked and he knew it. "Do you realize that I have a tour coming up soon , I cant be entertaining you every second of the day" he spat out and you felt a pang of embarrassment from what he said . But just before I was gonna spit out something he beat me to it “count to 20” “o-ok” , SPANK “one” SPANK “two -. As the spanking went on you started to evolve into a whiny mess with tears mixed with mascara ran down my face and you just hoped Dave showed mercy on you. Finally what felt like eternity , you finally reached 20 , when it happened Dave all of a sudden grabbed you by the hair and laid you down on the bed on your stomach . You were ecstatic to see where Dave took this , to see if he would finally fill your hole with his thick cock and hot cum. Whilst you were thinking about it , you felt one of his long fingers enter your already slick hole , as he did that you felt moan after moan come out of your mouth it felt so good , as time went on he added more fingers and it felt heavily the move fingers . A few moments later I felt my legs start to quiver and the knot in your lower stomach started to intensified “oh god I’m about to come daddy!” You practically screamed out , but just as you started to see stars Dave pulled his fingers out and started to get up from his knees.
“What the hell dave , I was so close!” “Sorry gotta go make a call , you know how busy the rockstar life is” Dave shrugged like it was no big deal “you know where the toys are!” he loudly said on his way out , leaving you naked and without a orgasm.
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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 4 months ago
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Day 28: Hands
Warnings: smut, daddy kink, hand kink, breakup, fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Kinktober
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You had been friends with Dave for forever, he’d crash at your house all the time when his mom kicked him out. He was always nice to you and was pretty protective over you.
When you got older you still didn’t stray far from him, he stayed your protector and you stayed his home away from home. Even as his bands got bigger, especially Megadeth, you still stuck together.
You refused to notice how long you stared at his hands, ever. While he was playing guitar you’d watch his fingers dance over the frets on the neck, you’d watch the veins bulge over the back of his palm.
Late at night you’d crawl into bed and pretend it was his hands touching you, but it was never enough. His hands were bigger, more experienced, but he wasn’t yours.
You came home from work one day, exhausted and totally drained. The house echoed with Dave’s guitar playing, loud, fast and aggressive, more so than usual.
“Davie?” You called, knocking on his studio door before entering, knowing he wouldn’t have heard you anyway. “Davie, what happened?” You asked. He stopped playing when he saw you.
He huffed and shook his head, setting his guitar aside. “Don’t worry about it.” He said, leaning his head back and patting his thigh, which you took as a signal for you to sit down.
You curled up in his lap, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and resting your head against him. “Bad day?” You asked, looking up at him to find him staring down at you with a confused look on his face.
“Yeah, my girlfriend broke up with me.” He said, eyes flickering over you. “The fuck are you doing?” He was in fact not offering you a seat but instead wiping the sweat off his hand on his pant leg.
Your eyes widened and you stammered out something of an apology. “I just- I thought that when-when you did that, um, that thing that you wanted, uh…” You trailed, struggling to come up with anything.
He breathed out a heavy sigh, bringing his arms around you and pulling you closer, enjoying the weight on him whether he’d expected it or not. He brought a hand to your head, pulling you closer and petting your hair.
“It’s fine.” He mumbled into your hair. “I’m just tired, and pissed… it’s nice to come home to a pretty girl I know loves me.” You felt your cheeks warm at that, his hands in your hair on your leg didn’t help. “I don’t tell you that enough, huh?” He asked, moving to look at you.
You looked back up at him. “Don’t tell me what?”
“How pretty you are.” He said, smiling down at you. “Fuck, I mean, I’m out there getting whatever I can and you’re back here, always.” He said, talking with his hands. “You’re always here for me, and I don’t tell you enough but I do appreciate you.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face and you relaxed further into him. “And I do hear you at night.” Your head shot up at that.
“You-you hear me- what? What do you hear?” You asked, wanting to pretend that you don’t touch yourself to the thought of him.
He laughed at your reaction and shook his head, moving you in his lap so your back was against his chest, your head leaning back on his shoulder. “Nothing bad, just little sounds… you whine a lot, cry a lot.” Your body tensed as his trailed his hands down your sides, lifting up your shirt. “You need daddy so fucking bad don’t you, sweetheart?” He purred in your ear.
You nodded, twitching as his hand moved down to your shorts, pushing them down and having you kick them off to the ground, leaving you in just your pink panties in his lap.
“Please, daddy.” You whined, already wet from his voice and hands roaming over you.
He rubbed you through your panties, a wet spot forming on them before he tugged them down. “You’re gonna be a good girl, right? A good girl for daddy?” You nodded, happily opening your mouth for him to slip two fingers in past your lips, not that he needed anything more to substitute as lube on you.
He coated your cunt in your saliva and pushed his fingers into you, giving you a moment to adjust before he started moving them, curling and prodded to see what made you feel good.
Dave brought his other hand to your mouth. “I’ve seen you watch my hands, doll face, you’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” He was right, of course he was right, he knew you so well, better than you knew yourself at times, still he didn’t know your body yet and was eager to learn what made you tick.
He tracked every noise, finding out what spot made your back arch and when he found it he hit it over and over just to hear you squeal. He turned you to puddy in his hands, an aching ball of pleasure
Your juices ran down his hand, dripping onto the chair, the floor, your knees hooked over his while praised flowed from him straight to your ears.
“Thank you, sweetheart, I needed something to go right today.” He said, kissing your cheek as your walls fluttered around his fingers.
“I-I did good?” You asked, looking at him with tired eyes, chest rising and falling with heavy pants.
Dave chuckled lowly. “You did almost perfect for me.”
“Almost?” You asked, a pout coming to your lips.
He smiled darkly at you, leaning closer to your ear. “On your knees, bitch.”
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dave-me0wstaine · 1 year ago
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ever since i read a post on here a while ago about dilf! dave with a younger gf i have not been the same and quite frankly, i need to write about it before i combust
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summary: reader is being a brat, and dave is not having it. (also dave is kinda sorta really mean?)
nsfw under the cut!
ok so let's say you meet dave in his mid forties, while you yourself are in your mid twenties. this relationship is quite different from dave's previous ones. for one, he's a lot more mature, a lot more subdued; he's not as impulsive or unruly as he was in his youth. secondly, he's (arguably) become more patient, which, incidentally, makes him an excellent brat tamer.
granted, dave doesn't have to tame you often; especially considering he treats you like a princess. he takes you out on dates, buys you nice things (even if you whine and tell him not to spend his money on you), makes sure you feel loved and cared for. he basically treats you as if you hung the stars in the sky. you're his pride and joy, his baby.
if this wasn't enough, dave fucks you good too. any way you ask for it, he'll give it to you; if you want it gentle, he's pulling you into the missionary position or spooning you, giving you gentle deep thrusts as he whispers words of praise. if you want it rough, dave's yanking your hair, manhandling you into all sorts of positions, pushing your head down so he can shove his cock unapologetically down your throat; the whole nine yards. usually though, dave only gets rough with you whenever you're being a brat.
it's not often that you decide to be bratty, but usually it comes after a show, when you're tired and ready to go home, or when you're out and a girl comes up to get an autograph, and begins not-so-subtly flirting with him. other times, it's simply because you want to get a rise out of him. and this was one of those times.
you and dave are spending precious time together at home, watching a movie and sitting on the couch. usually, you're cuddled up underneath his big arm, but tonight you decide to curl up at the complete opposite end of the couch. dave, who's just come home from tour a few weeks ago, doesn't like the lack of physical contact.
"c'mere, honey." dave mutters, reaching his hand out to touch your outstretched leg. in response, you curl your leg back towards you, dave's finger tips barely gliding against your bare leg. a decidedly bratty, slightly mean-spirited thing to do, you think to yourself.
"don't wanna," you huff out. it's childish, you're aware, but you really want to see how much you can work dave up. usually he has a bit more patience with you, however, today, unbeknownst to you, his patience is thin.
"fix your attitude." dave says, a stern look on his face. part of you already wants to fold, to be his good girl and curl up next to him, give him gentle kisses all over his face. but again, you want to see just how far you can push him.
so, you dramatically turn your nose up at him, and respond, "fix it for me."
instantly the mood changes. dave's arm shoots out to grab your calf and yanks your leg, pulling your body into a laying position on the couch.
"i didn't ask you. i told you." dave grits out. your eyes widen in surprise. "fix. your. attitude." deciding to test your luck, you hesitantly shake your head no in response.
"no?" dave's voice lilts in a condescending tone. he seemingly gives you one more chance to speak, to say something to quell his anger, but you stay wide-eyed and silent.
dave's face darkens with a mix of lust and anger, and for a fleeting moment, you're scared. but that fear soon turns into a heat that pools between your legs.
"you're gonna regret this little attitude of yours, i hope you know." dave smirks, and tangles a fist in your hair to yank you up from your laying position.
"get up." he hisses, and with his fist in your hair, he guides you over his knee and instructs you to pull your pajama pants down.
with your torso over his knee, it's hard to get your pants down in the awkward position, but dave only pulls your hair harder, snapping "hurry up. i don't have all fuckin' day, slut."
as soon as your pants are down, dave's landing harsh, heavy-handed smacks to your ass, making you squirm in his grip.
"the fuck's gotten into you, huh? you just wanted me to be rough with you? is that it?" dave growls out, "decided to be a bitch so i'd show this pretty pussy of yours some attention?"
"m not bein' a bitch," you whine out, "you are." you mumble, mostly to yourself, but dave hears your backtalk.
"you really don't know when to shut the fuck up, do you whore?" dave snarls, and spreads your legs apart. before you can dig yourself into an even deeper hole, he starts delivering rough, hard slaps to your pussy.
your whines rise in pitch, and you feel tears begin to prick in your eyes from the mix of pain and pleasure. in vain, you try to wriggle from his grasp, to block his hands from your heat, but he just swats them away and growls at you to be still. but suddenly, it what seems to be an act of mercy, dave stops, and begins rubbing the heated flesh of your backside.
"aww, does it hurt, baby?" he coos in a condescending tone, but your too delirious with pain and pleasure to realize it.
"mmhm," you sniffle, nodding your head.
"good, it's supposed to." dave sneers, and begins smacking your ass and cunt once more. "you think you can just give me attitude and get away with it? huh, you little slut?" he questions, but you're so far gone already all you can do is cry and attempt to blubber out an apology.
"p-please!! daddy, m'sorry, i didn't mean to," you cry out. despite your initial commitment to being a brat, with the hits dave is delivering to your ass and clit, your stubbornness quickly determinations into submission.
"well, you should've thought about that before you opened that mouth of yours," dave replies in a condescending tone. however, to your surprise, dave decides to show you mercy, and sinks his fingers deep into your cunt as he's rubbing the battered skin of your backside.
"m'sorry.." you whimper, big hot tears running down your cheeks.
dave coos at you once more, this time in a genuine way. "i know, baby. but you've learned your lesson, haven't you?".
before he can even finish his sentence, you're frantically nodding his head. "mmhm! m'your good girl, promise!" you babble in his lap. if he weren't so turned on, dave might've laughed at your pathetic state. instead, all he could feel was a surge of pride that he had reduced you to such a state in such a short amount of time.
"i know, baby, you just had to be reminded of that, huh sweetheart?" he says, pushing your curled body off of his lap. before you can pout at the loss of contact, dave gestures to the bed, "why don't you lay on your back for me, pretty?."
this time, dave does laugh, watching as you scramble to lay on the bed, just as he asked of you. he crawls on top of you, and lays in between your legs. he craddles your head in his hands, placing soft, gentle kisses to your skin; a stark contrast to his rough actions only moments earlier.
"you're so pretty when you cry." dave mumbles, almost to himself. you nuzzle your face into the side of one of his hands, and gasp as you feel the head of dave's cock run through your wet folds.
as he slowly slides his cock inside of you, you begin rambling once more. "thank you, f-fuck, thank you,". however, you're gratefulness doesn't last long, as dave sets a brutal, unforgiving pace.
"f-fuck! s'too much, please," you whine, feebly pushing your hands against his lower torso in an attempt to push him away. if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was in your stomach with how deep he's thrusting into you. it's all too much to handle, especially after his rather rough spanking. it'd be a miracle if you could sit tomorrow, much less walk. much to your dismay, dave simply swats your hands away, and hikes your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half.
"what? did you think i'd let you get off with only a spanking? after talking to me like you did?" dave smirks at your widening eyes of realization, that the punishment has only just begun.
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mariskiii · 1 month ago
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Not mine! @ mustaine.br on tiktok ♥︎
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d3vils-island · 3 months ago
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I may have asked this already and if I have I’m so sorry to do it again but I forgot. Can you please write a fic about late 80s Dave taking readers virginity? I know some people bleed losing their virginity but please no blood if you do write this 🌝
The way I was so excited to write this…. Anyways, I hope you like it 😣🫶
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First Time for Everything (88’)
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Dave Mustaine x Fem!reader
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Description: Your parents go out of town for a few days because of work, so you call up your boyfriend to come over and hang out since they’re gone…
Warnings: PORN W/ SOME PLOT?!?! (As always, I’ll mark with three “^” when the smut starts, which was hard af since this is basically just a smut post so idk why you’d read this if you don’t want smut…) p in v, reader is a virgin, first time for everything I guess, Dave is a sweetie <3, unprotected sex but everything’s alr I promise, blahblahblah idk what to put here
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You patiently watched out from your window as your parents drove off, and once their car lights were no longer visible, you sprinted to the phone in the kitchen, snatching a sticky note you set down earlier on your way.
You pressed the receiver to your ear and started dialing buttons, making sure they were the ones matching the sticky note he gave you.
It started ringing, and a few seconds later, someone answered.
“Hello?” A familiar and deep voice said.
“Hey Dave, remember how I said my parents would be outta town for a few days?” You asked, twirling the phone cord around your finger and snapping it back. You heard him let out a low “mhm” from the other side of the phone.
“Well, they just left, so I was wondering if you wanted to come-“ “I’m on my way, I’ll see ya in a bit.” He interrupted, and you heard him hang up. You couldn’t help but smile at how excited he was to hang out with you.
You occupied yourself by watching TV, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to pull up.
You must have zoned out because you didn’t even hear the first knock at the door. It wasn’t until Dave called your name that you were snapped out of your trance. You ran to the door and opened it, being greeted by a familiar and handsome face.
“Hey baby…” he said, pulling you into a warm embrace.
You invited him in, and you two spent the night together talking away. Every second that passed while you two sat on the couch conversing, you seemed to inch closer and closer together.
First, your legs touched, the warmth barely grazing your skin. Then, it was your hands that intertwined together, after that it was your shoulders, until finally you laid on top of him, his hands on your head as he stroked your hair, twirling the locks between his fingers. Your hands laid against his chest as you listened to his heart beat. Occasional chit chat between you two interrupted the silence, but overall it was quiet, and the only thing you could hear was his calm breath mixed with yours.
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As you laid on top of him, you slowly inched yourself upward, eventually coming face-to-face with him, having your hands on either side of his head. Your warm breaths mixed together in the frigid air, and the only sound that could be heard was your heartbeats. Dave’s hands slid to your waist, rubbing small circles on it with his thumb. Before you knew it, your lips were pressed together, tangled and molding as one. They seemed to move in perfect sync with one another, your tongues dancing in unison as his hands slid from your waist up your shirt. He then tugged at the hem of your top and you let him slide it off with ease before you positioned yourself so that you were straddling him more.
Your heart was pounding in your chest. You suddenly felt hot and your breath was staggered. Was tonight the night you’d loose your v-card? If there was anyone you trusted to loose your virginity to, it was definitely Dave, but you still couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.
Dave noticed your uneasiness, “If you want to slow down, or if your not ready I understand-“
You don’t know what happened, but all nervousness that took over you washed away as you suddenly slammed your lips on his, tracing your hands up his shirt and feeling his muscles. It was probably the adrenaline getting to you, but you needed him more than ever in the moment.
“I’m ready.” You panted. Dave still had an uncertain look on his face, but he happily complied.
He sat up, grabbing your hips and picking you up off him so that you were the one laying down on the couch. He brought his lips onto yours again, and this time he started sliding your bottoms off just before you helped him take off his own clothing. You two were left only in your undergarments, groaning as you explored each other’s body’s. Dave trailed a series of kisses down your body, sliding your bra off in the process and interlocking his fingers with yours, pinning one of your hands to the side of your head against the couch.
“I’ll gonna go easy on you, since it’s your first time…” he paused, kissing you sweetly, then looking you in the eyes.
“If you ever want to stop, don’t be afraid to say something.” His genuine concern for your comfort and readiness made you feel more at ease. You let out a small nod, eyeing him back with a slight smile.
Dave began sliding his own boxers off, and you couldn’t help but stare at his hardened length. It was a lot bigger than you imagined, and you felt your excitement grow by the second. He waisted no time sliding off your own underwear, bringing your thighs onto his shoulders and making sure you were comfortable before he continued with anything.
He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before he grabbed your hand again, interlocking fingers and rubbing small circles on it.
Dave leaned down to kiss you, and as he did, you felt him slowly start to shove his cock into you. It hurt at first, but you slowly got used to it. Once Dave was almost all the way in, he made sure you were ok before he continued. You soon felt him bottom out, and he gave you a minute to adjust.
His free hand slid up your body, its warmth contrasting with the cold air around you.
“Are you ready?” Dave asked, giving you a reassuring gaze. You nodded, feeling him start moving inside you. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, kissing you lovingly. Once your body got used to the feeling, you started begging Dave to go faster, to which he happily obliged.
Both of your hot moans filled the cold air, sweat started to bead across your body. You arched your spine and threw your head back, whining Dave’s name as you drowned in the pleasure he was giving you. He had his hands across your chest, molding your breasts before he started kissing them harshly, definitely leaving hickeys.
You felt yourself come closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm, seconds away from drowning in pure ecstasy as you begged Dave to go harder. He pulled you from the back of your neck into a deep kiss, both of you moaning into it as you felt yours highs nearing.
The wave of pleasure that you craved for suddenly crashed over your tired body, you felt your legs shake and your back arch more as you rode out for high with Dave still thrusting into you. You felt him pull out, seeing him stoke himself a bit before he released in your stomach.
Both of you stayed there for a moment, catching your breaths. Dave hazily got up and found a towel that was in your bathroom. He came back a second later and gently started cleaning up your frail body.
He put his boxers back on and aided you in puting your undergarments on. Dave laid on the couch and you laid against his chest, paying attention to the rise and fall of it as he breathed. Moonlight creeped through the blinds in the living room and you noticed Dave had his eyes close. You snuggled up closer to him, feeling at ease in his arms as you eventually drifted off to sleep.
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nausicaamusiclover20 · 4 months ago
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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.”
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allmoshnobrain · 1 year ago
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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
dave mustaine x nore burton (oc) | word count: 1514
✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, dave mustaine x female!oc, oc is cliff burton's cousin, +18, language, romance, mxf sex, period sex (in the shower), unprotected sex, blood mention, period pains
✦ a/n: this is just Dave showering Nore with affection because I missed writing about these two in a happier setting. From my Heartbreaker fanfic. This is set somewhere between parts 16 and 17. Hope you enjoy the read ❤
I could tell right off the bat that something wasn't right when I cracked open my eyes.
For starters, it was way too dark for morning. A dull, gray light sneaked through the curtains, barely lighting up the room. Just enough for me to make out the shape of the living room door. I rolled over with a groan, and that's when it hit me: a stabbing pain in my gut, and a warm, sticky feeling between my legs.
"Oh, crap," I moaned, burying my face in the pillow as a sharp pain shot from my gut down to my legs, making me curl up tighter. As much as I wanted to cocoon myself in blankets, I knew I had to get up if I wanted any relief. With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and trudging to the bathroom.
Flicking on the light, I shut the door behind me, letting out a frustrated groan when I spotted the bloodstain seeping through my underwear. I plopped down on the toilet, wincing as another wave of pain hit me. I knew a hot shower and some meds would help, but right now, I could barely move, my eyes drooping with exhaustion as the pain pulsed through me.
I jumped when I heard a knock on the door.
"Nore? You alright?" Dave's voice floated through, followed by a big yawn.
"I'm good," I mumbled, but my voice sounded weaker than I'd hoped. "Sorry for waking you."
"You sure you're okay?" His concern was palpable, snapping him awake instantly.
"Yeah, it's just... Ow," I winced as another contraction hit hard. That seemed to do it for Dave; he swung the door open and barged in, eyes wide as he scanned the bathroom. I flushed with embarrassment. "Dave!"
"Oh," he whispered, catching on as he saw me doubled over in pain on the toilet, my clothes in a messy heap on the floor, stained with blood. "I'm sorry, babe. You sounded like you were really hurting."
"I am hurting. But you didn't have to bust in here," I muttered, my face still red hot in embarrassment. He let out a soft chuckle.
"Have you taken anything for it? Want me to grab you some clean PJs? And socks, to warm your feet. You said that helps with cramps, right?" he asked, instantly slipping into caretaker mode, which made me smile.
"I'd rather you let me clean up and hit the shower first. But yeah, fresh PJs and painkillers would be great."
"Got it. I'll be quick. Don't move," he instructed, ducking out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. I let out a soft chuckle. Like I could go anywhere in this state. With a sigh, I got myself up, flushed the toilet, and stepped into the shower.
I leaned back, soaking up the steamy water as it washed over me, easing some of the pain pulsing from my belly. A shower, some meds, fresh clothes, and back to bed, preferably snuggled up with my boyfriend. Seemed like the perfect game plan for that early morning.
I cracked an eye open when I heard Dave tiptoeing back in.
"Brought you clean PJs, pain pills, and your towel," he announced, poking his head into the shower. I smiled softly, thankfully. "Want me to hop in?" he offered.
"What, you wanna join me?" I raised an eyebrow, and he shot back a cheeky grin. Without a word, he stripped down, and I couldn't help but giggle as he pulled me close, peppering my face with kisses – on my lips, my cheeks, my forehead.
"You know what I heard? Orgasms supposedly help with cramps," he whispered in my ear, and I could feel my cheeks heating up.
"Dave, I'm..." I started, but my words trailed off into a sigh as his fingers found their way to my clit. "D-Dave, I'm bleeding, we're gonna make a mess..."
"It's all good if we’re in the shower, right?" he countered, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against my neck. I let out a soft moan as he began to circle my clit, his other hand holding onto my lower back, pulling me closer as I tangled my fingers in his hair. His lips pressed against the sensitive skin of my neck, a slow and deliberate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. "Let me take care of you, babe…”
"Dave..." I breathed out, not in protest this time, but in pure pleasure as I surrendered to the warmth of his touch. The heat from the water and his body was soothing, mingling with the tension building in my abdomen as he traced slow circles around my clit. A moan escaped me as I felt a slow contraction, but this time it wasn't from pain; my breath hitched as his lips descended to my breasts, taking one of my nipples between his lips, teasing me with his slow movements. I let out a surprised gasp as he lifted one of my legs, pulling me closer as he entered me slowly. "Dave, I'm… I’m too sensitive today..."
"I'll take it slow," he whispered, and I let out a low moan as he drew me in closer, fully inside me, filling me up in a way that made me clench around him. He groaned softly, his lips meeting mine as he started to move with a gentle rhythm, his tongue exploring my mouth lazily. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting out soft moans. "I just wanna make you feel good," he murmured against my lips, and I gasped as he pushed back in slowly. "Wanna make you cum for me."
"Oh, Dave..." I moaned, nuzzling into his neck. He grunted, holding me against the wall and lifting my other leg, wrapping it around his hip, pulling me closer, pushing deeper into me. I gripped his back, the pain ebbing away as pleasure took over, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly, my body begging for more. "Dave, please..."
"Hmm?" he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips as he started to move again, drawing out another soft moan from me. "What do you need?"
"Please... Oh, harder..." I begged, and he chuckled softly, a hint of breathlessness in his voice.
"Are you sure it won't make the pain worse?" he husked, his voice thick with desire, and I nodded. "If it's too much, you gotta tell me, okay?"
"Okay... Oh, fuck!" I gasped as he pushed harder, picking up the pace, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. He chuckled softly, letting out a groan as he held me close. "Dave, I'm... I'm almost there..."
"I feel it. You're so tight..." he groaned, clutching me tighter, his words igniting small sparks inside my belly. "Fuck, Nore, you're perfect, you’re so wet, oh, shit..." I could tell he was close too, his movements growing more urgent as incoherent praises left his lips.
I moaned as he reached down to touch my clit, sending shivers down my spine. He grunted, intensifying his thrusts, and I held onto him, my eyes shut tight as pleasure surged through me. Dave squeezed me close as my climax hit, and he groaned as he reached his own peak.
Breathing heavily, I leaned against him as he set me down, blushing at the sight of the mess between us, a mix of blood and fluids.
"Oh, no," I muttered, cheeks burning. "Dave, I’m sorry..."
"Sorry? You just made me cum and now you're saying sorry?" he replied, sounding amused, and I chuckled, shaking my head.
"I meant for the mess," I clarified, and Dave laughed.
"Babe, we make messes every time we fuck, period or not. It's just blood. C'mere, I'll help you clean up."
After our shower, I got dressed, grateful for the fresh clothes, and popped one of the painkillers Dave brought, even though the cramps had eased a lot. Turns out, orgasms really did work wonders for period pains.
Snuggling under the blanket, I sighed happily as we lay down. Dave pulled me close, and I nestled my head on his chest.
"Feeling any better?" he whispered, running his fingers through my hair.
"Yeah, I am. Thanks, Dave," I mumbled, yawning. The room was getting brighter with the sunlight, but it was still too early to think about anything other than getting some more sleep in our comfy bed. Dave planted a soft kiss on my forehead.
"When we wake up, I'll whip up some hot chocolate for you. How's that sound?" he offered, and I let out a soft chuckle.
"You're spoiling me," I murmured, and he laughed.
"Of course I am. You're my everything," he replied, and I smiled, feeling sleep pulling me under. He held me close, his breath warm against my neck. "Love you, Nore."
"Hmm... Love you too," I whispered, feeling myself drift off.
I sighed happily, letting Dave's arms wrap around me as I surrendered to sleep, feeling safe and warm, knowing that happiness was right there: with him.
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