#megadeth x you

[ghostbustting]

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

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

╰┈➤“𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑳„ ๋࣭

Dave Mustaine x Singer!Reader

Contains Smut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Too many things, perhaps.

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

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

"You came."

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

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

"You begged me to."

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

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

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

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

"Is that.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"D-dave.."

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

"Now.. please?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Words for the camera?”

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

"Naughty girl."

[lagunned]

I'LL GET EVEN, dave mustaine.

pinned rules masterlist

pairing; modern!dave mustaine x fem!reader

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

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

word count; 750

requests open, not proofread, based on this ask.

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

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

That’s when the idea struck.

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

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

A sleepy mumble; “...Me.”

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

“Yeah? My bestest boy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“…Are you recording this?”

“Maybe.”

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

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

You pouted. “But you were soooo cute.”

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

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

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

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

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

“…Me.”

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

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

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

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

© lagunned (2025—) all rights reserved.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

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

Thanks!

I hope you like it!❤

Tangled up in trouble

It all started with a look.

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

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

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

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

“Do I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom? Dad?”

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

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

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

“Uh—” My brain flatlined.

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

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

“Wrestling?” she repeated, tilting her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right,” he agreed, nodding too quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn right I was.

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

Next time, though, the door would be locked.

[allmoshnobrain]

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

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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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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☾early 80s dave mustaine gets his first blowjob and completely falls apart from how good it feels☽

☾warnings: smut, oral (m!receiving), inexperienced dave, lots of whimpering, desperation, overstimulation, praise kink, dave being completely wrecked☽

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dave was trying—really trying—to keep it together, but it was fucking impossible with the way your mouth felt wrapped around him. his back was already pressed against the shitty motel headboard, fingers tangled in the sheets like his life depended on it. his body was burning, every nerve ending on fire, and you had barely even started.

“fuck, fuck, fuck—” his voice broke on the last curse, his hips jerking up without his permission. his face was burning, every ounce of bratty confidence he normally carried reduced to nothing but raw desperation. his head thumped against the wall as he sucked in a ragged breath. “oh my god, i—i can’t—”

you hummed around him, and his entire body jolted like he’d been shocked. “jesus christ—” he wailed, his hand flying to your hair, not to push you away but to hold on. he wasn’t even trying to control himself anymore—he couldn’t. his thighs were shaking, his stomach tensing, his fingers trembling as they twisted into your hair.

“feels too good, doesn’t it?” you murmured, lips brushing against his slick skin. his cock twitched at the teasing lilt in your voice, and you swore you saw his eyes roll back for a second. he was so easy to wreck like this.

“yeah,” he choked out, barely even able to form words. “it’s—it’s too much, i don’t—fuck—”

you let your tongue drag over the sensitive head, collecting the beads of precum that had already started dripping down. the moan he let out was obscene, something between a sob and a whimper, so raw and desperate it sent heat straight between your legs.

“shit—oh fuck—i-i’m gonna—” his breath hitched, and you felt his whole body tighten, his muscles drawn taut like a wire about to snap. “oh god—fuck, fuck, i—”

his hips bucked again, completely beyond his own control, and you let him, opening your throat and taking him even deeper. that was all it took—he let out a strangled cry, head thrown back, fingers gripping at your hair as he came so hard he almost blacked out. his thighs trembled violently, his chest rising and falling in uneven, shallow pants as he slumped back against the headboard, completely wrecked.

he was blushing, cheeks flushed a deep pink, his lips red and kiss-bruised from how hard he’d been biting them. his whole body was still trembling, and when he finally blinked down at you, he looked so dazed it was almost adorable.

“holy fuck,” he whispered, voice wrecked. he swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath. “i think you just killed me.”

he let out a breathless, nervous laugh, his hand still resting on your head, fingers absentmindedly playing with your hair. he was so embarrassed—he knew he had completely fallen apart, completely lost himself in your mouth, and yet, he was already half-hard again just thinking about it.

“shit,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his flushed face, unable to stop the dopey grin spreading across his lips. “can we… can we do that again?”

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A to Z ⭒ Dave Mustaine (18+)

Ask Despite him being well known to be overly temperamental and standoffish at times, with you, he's the definition of sweet. He's so well in tune with you and your needs, that with one simple and longing look from you, he knows exactly what you want. Unless he's in a rare mood to tease the hell out of you, and then all bets are off. He'll have you red faced and on the brink of tears as he teases you, repeatedly bringing you to the brink, just to tug you right back in the opposite direction. With Dave, it's safe and simple, yet wild and reckless at the same time. It depends on the mood, and surprisingly, he'll more than often follow your lead. If you want it rough and you're in the mood to beg and be taunted, he's all in, eager to please you and give you the pleasure you both know you deserve, all while getting the same amount from just watching you fall apart and getting the taste of you on his tongue.

Bondage He's got a thing seeing you lightly tied up and restrained in lace. The way it complements the tone of your skin and the way it makes you look so soft and submissive, it drives him insane. To him, it's a physical sense of you fully giving yourself to him. And to you, it's mentally freeing for you to be able to trust him enough, to give him the power of your movements. The way in which he takes his time making sure he's restraining you in places where he knows it won't be too uncomfortable for you relaxes him, and you both always laugh when he playfully tightens the material in places you both know you're ticklish at. It also comes in handy when things become sexual, while he's taking you from behind, and is able to use the material to yank you in whichever position he feels like. As long as he's able to fully sheath himself inside of you and pulse himself deeply inside, he's got fistfuls of lace and he's molding you against him without a second thought.

Cunnilingus He loves going down on you, almost as much as he loves being inside of you. From the sounds you make and the way you tighten your fingers in and between the strands of his hair, to the way your legs seize around his shoulders and forearms as you repeatedly climax, he can't get enough of it, and you. He loves the way you're so sensitive and reactive, and as much as he enjoys giving, he also likes receiving as well. One of his favorite positions to do with you in sixty-nine, because not only is he getting head, but he's also able to fully envelope himself in the taste of you. The dual sensation of your sex trembling and weeping on his tongue, while you're also tonguing at his slit and swallowing him down in deep interims, is something he'll never see himself getting tired of.

Dirty Talk You both love it, because it allows you two to be seductive and playful at the same time. It can sometimes start an hour or two before either one of you initiates, or only a few minutes. When you initiate it, you're subtly resting a hand on the nape of his neck and leaning in to whisper it right next to his ear, or you're leaning back while sitting on his lap, with your head resting on his shoulder and your lips caressing the side of his jugular. He's much more bold and uncaring if anyone sees how infatuated he is with you, with his dirty talk being an aloud statement, even in a half crowded and filled room. His hands are either formed in the divots of your hips and rubbing figure eights into your skin, or his forearms are pressed against your front, with his large hands and wide fingers leaving temporary indentations in your flesh as he grips onto you. Any nicknames within the same vicinity of sweetheart and doll are the only sweet words coming out of his mouth in the following sentences, with the rest of the filler being wanton announcements of how badly he can't want to feel you lose yourself underneath and on top of him later.

Edging If there's any free time longer than an hour and you're around for and during it, it's most likely going to happen. Sex with Dave is one of his many ways of showing you how much he loves and cares for you, and he takes it seriously. He edges you in a slow and sometimes frustrating way, but you swear it's worth it every time, once you're finally able to orgasm. He'll drag his tongue down every single inch available of your skin, depending on where you two might be, and he'll sink his teeth in soon after. The slight pain and the marks he leaves behind makes you hyperaware of every single particle of you he's taking apart and tasting, and your legs will almost always find their way on top of his shoulders. Whether his pouted lips are situating themselves around your swollen clit or he has you bent in half and burrowed into whichever surface you two could find at the time, he needs you close and almost always face to face. If he can't see or feel your reaction to his touch, he feels disconnected from you, and that's when he's no longer fully enjoying himself.

Foreplay Your guys' foreplay isn't so much skimpy outfits and lingerie, as it is playful and flirtatious touches, purposefully meant to come off as innocent and accidental. It can start off with his palm grazing itself against your ass as he's passing you by, to you bending down in front of him and brushing your backside on the top of his zipper. Your foreplay usually ends up with you both feeling pent up and slightly aggravated, and that's exactly what you two want. So then whichever one of you finally caves in and initiates first, it's always passionate and hungry, still feeling fun and new, rather than just putting on something sexy and then having him take it off of you.

Groping If you're close and near, his hand or both of them are always on you, and the same can be said for you. You naturally ground him and keep him relatively calm, so him being able to reassure himself that you're there physically helps him out a lot. He is quite cheeky and the opposite of shy, so his hands do wander often. If and when they do, he's usually got one resting on the side of your breast with the other in your back pocket, or they're both resting in between your upper thighs if he's got you sat on his lap. Yours soon follow after and usually rest on top of his, pressing them even further into you, in a silent reassurance that you want them there, more than likely without the layer of clothing. Your favorite is when he's got you in a passionate kiss and has your head tilted back with the weight of it, and his hand is possessively and gently curved around your throat. You make sure to align his fingertips against your pulse point, to prove to him how he consistently and constantly makes your heart race.

Hickeys There's always at least a mark or two on you, and if there isn't, it's because he's away on tour or out of town. Where they tend to be can vary, but there's usually a litter of them running themselves up and down your neck, or an accumulation of them on your collarbones and chest. If he's been rough with you the following morning or night, they can trail themselves all the way down to your groin and pelvic bone, or can be clustered on the tops of your asscheeks. He loves to be marked up as well, and you're rarely found without your mouth not connected to him in some way, so he's got a handful of his own. You like to bite and suck and lick them into creation in unordinary places, like underneath his chin and behind his ear. In places where only you know he's most sensitive at, and where you know he's most likely to subtly touch them and press into the kissing ache when he's thinking about and missing you.

Intercrural As much as he lives for the sensation of your walls pulsating around his dick and milking him dry, he also adores the simplicity of skin on skin contact with you. From anything to you placing teasing kisses on his shaft and then skipping forward to slipping his tip in between your reddened lips and resting him there, to fucking himself in between your slick clad thighs, he's more than up for it. But his favorite has got to be the combination of fucking and thrusting his way in between your spit covered breasts, while you try to catch the beginning of him to suck him into your mouth. Not only does it feel amazing, but he's also able to control the movement, and watch you at the same time. He'd grip onto the sides of your head while you hold your tits in place, while he's bearing his hips forward to purposefully buck himself forward enough to have his cockhead bump against your bottom lip. The look of hunger in your eyes, with the feeling of your heated skin gliding against his dick and the saliva making a mess out of you both, is enough to have him coming back and asking for it more often than not.

Jealousy Dave doesn't get easily threatened or uneasy by others very often, but when he does, he becomes irate. It isn't because he doesn't trust you, it's because the idea of someone you both don't know personally trying to get close to you or touch you makes his skin crawl. He's gone through being unwantedly touched and flirted with himself, and he does all that he possibly can to ensure that you feel safe with him around. So, when someone who can obviously see that you two are together tries to take advantage of you or becomes overly pushy, he loses his cool. It's only happened once or twice, and luckily you and a few others were able to hold him back and calm him down before anything drastic could happen. Not without a few punches being thrown beforehand, and a beer bottle or two being cracked open and strewn around in a fit of anger. Regardless of how he's still feeling after the fact, his first thought is to make sure you're okay. And once you are, he allows you to check up on him, and bandage his knuckles if necessary.

Kissing It's become a habit that the first one between you two to wake, has to wake the other one up with a kiss in the morning. What begins and starts with a simple peck and a trail of others, soon turns into a lazy morning makeout session. That soon follows with thoughtless and natural ones throughout the remainder of the day. Whether it's while you two are showering together or sitting beside each other, or one of you simply gets the urge to lean in and feel even more connected, you two lose count by the time the afternoon rolls around. For some, it may seem like you two are overcompensating and clingy, but for you two, it's something seamless and thoughtless. When you two become playful and decide to tease each other, they become heavy and wet, with tongues colliding and mouths only disconnecting to suck in shallow depths of air. No matter how long or short you two are apart, you always fall back into each other, with your guys' lips meeting in the middle.

Licking You could be doing something as simple as leaning against Dave's side with his arm resting on your shoulders, and you'll suddenly feel the familiar sensation of his tongue making contact with your cheek or the shell of your ear. It's more to get a sound of shock out of you or playfully get you riled up, and soon, you begin to mimic the behavior. Unfortunately, yet fortunately, it makes you two even more susceptible to making out. And something as small as you sticking your tongue out in a silent rebuttal, can quickly turn into him leaning forward to slide his own against yours, and then sucking the tip of your tongue into his mouth. He's already been one to lick and nip and bite at you, but it increases tenfold, and now there's rarely a time he isn't absentmindedly relaxing his appendage out during a kiss on your shoulder and neck while holding you in his arms. If it's while you two are having sex or in the middle of foreplay, he's damn near lapping at you and trying to familiarize himself with the taste of your skin. He's insatiable when it comes to you.

Masturbation Masturbation isn't much of an option when Dave's around, and that's only because he's so hands on and physically intimate with you. The only time you can remember him having you touch yourself for him, is when you two took polaroids of each other before he went on the road. Phone sex for you two during that time was still exciting when you both had the time to call, but it's nothing in comparison to when you two are actually able to be together in person. The one thing that made it so memorable, was the anticipation you two felt about finally being able to see each other again, and what you two would do when that time would come. And once you were able to see him again and feel him in person, it was electric and worth the wait.

Non-negotiable Dave refuses to be too rough with you, to the point to where you can't sit or comfortably lie down. Don't get him wrong, he enjoys spanking you and leaving marks, overstimulating you. But not to the point to where you're feeling overly sore and out of it afterwards or the next day. He also specifies and goes over the stoplight method with you, when you two decide to go a little bit further into things. You feeling safe and turned on and relaxed is the most important thing to him, and anything that deters that is an automatic no.

Orgasm Your guys' playfulness comes into play here, and so does overstimulation. As much as Dave loves to rile you up and drag things out, so do you. You love to make him writhe and moan, and when possible, have him cum more than once in a row. Watching him orgasm is one of your favorite things, with his hair fanning out below and around him, his chest heaving for breath, and his hips tremor filled underneath your touch. When it's your turn, you're lucky for a one minute break, especially if you have your fun first. Just as much as he is insatiable, he's hardheaded and likes to win. So, if you make him orgasm twice, he's making you cum three times. Depending on how much time you two have to fuck around and enjoy yourselves, things can span out from one hour, all the way out to two or three. Exhausting each other, just to lie down and decompress and come down together, is one of your shared favorite things to do.

Positions Anything from missionary to cowgirl to tabletop is more than fun and welcome, but a favorite of both yours and his is doggy style. With one of his arms wrapped around your middle and dragging you back mid thrust, his other hand trailing itself down your clad skin to recklessly rub and pinch at your clit. Your hands reaching up to blindly grasp at his forearms, even as your vision darkens and swims from all of your pleasure. The top of your head perfectly heightens out at the measurement you need to be able to tilt back and meet his eyes, and you both share a shaky breath as he uses his arms around you as leverage, with your breasts bouncing with the force of his exertion, and with the fight your lungs try to carry out. Every word you're both able to mutter out are filled and laced with directory praises, such as, you feel so good around me, and, please don't stop this time, it's too much, keep going.

Quickie Quickies are something you enjoy, despite loving taking your time with Dave. The excitement and the thrill that comes with them, as well as the high feeling that comes with an almost forced and quickly sought after orgasm, has always been so fun to you. Where you two have them a good majority of the time is in a bathroom at one of the venues, a backstage room's couch or table, or his favorite, against the stage while everyone is out. It's only happened a few times, and the first time he brought up the idea, you were terrified. It was after a two hour show and everybody was either backstage, or drunk off their asses and haphazardly heading back to their car or tour bus. The only things that comforted you at the time was that Dave was there with you, and that the center stage light was already off. The only lights that were visible were the small strobes, and every few seconds, blue and red would cascade themselves on your upper halves and the surrounding stage. You began to loosen up after he reassured you that everything was fine, and once you got into it, you just knew you two had do it again sometime soon. The way your head dipped down while you rode him and the way he curved up to whisper in your ear, the way his nails dug themselves in your hips for grounding as you used the heels of your feet to bear yourself up and down his length with reckless abandon, the echoes of the sounds of your guys' shared pleasure. You two were able to do it again a few months later, and nearly got caught that time around.

Roleplay Despite you two not being too into sexy outfits and dressing up much, you two really enjoy roleplay. The simple fantasies are the most effective, and you enjoy pretending to be lost the most. It seems to work out the best at a venue they'll be staying at for a few days. You'll knock on his backstage door and ask where another room might be, and he'll pretend to take advantage of the fact that you don't know where you're going. He'll invite you in and flirt with you, something casual, yet his body language shows his excitement. You two had met in a similar way, so it's personal, yet still exciting. You'll be able to relive and fulfill what you feel like you should have done that first night you two had originally met, and Dave can feed into his need of constantly wanting to please you, as well as hold onto one of his most treasured memories: the day you were lost, somehow made your way on over to him, and then stayed. When you two roleplay, it isn't when you two decide to get rough. Dave is hesitant with it, because he doesn't want to get too out of character or rough with you, and you find it more comfortable and easy to fully let loose in the safety of your guys' home, rather than at a temporary location.

Sensitivity Dave's most sensitive areas are under his chin, behind his ears, the center of his chest, and right below his navel. Your favorite thing to do is lightly kiss and blow beneath his right ear, while sliding a hand down his middle, and resting it right near his groin. Feeling the way his stomach caves in with a sharp inhale of breath, and the way he shudders when your hand teases the material of his thin shirt up his stomach. By the time you two are in bed, the nights and times you decide to take over and become fully dominant, he's already spacing out, and completely open and prepared for whatever you want to do. Your most sensitive areas are in between your thighs, the backs of your arms, and your spine. One of Dave's favorite positions to have you in is on your knees, with your legs spread wide open, and your face resting on the bed beneath you, or on a pillow. He'll rest on his own behind you, and start off with trailing his lips and tongue down the expanse of your spine, while also running the pads of his fingers over your goosebump ridden thighs and flesh. Once he's done admiring you and leaving a few marks in their wake, he'll flip himself down onto his back, grab you by your knees, and slide you down until you're straddling the tip of his nose. You're barely able to find any stability, before he's pressing it against your clit, and using the top of his pointed tongue to lap at your already slick folds and sex.

Threesome Dave is very protective and possessive of you, so the idea of him sharing you with someone else doesn't seem or feel right. If you brought it up with him and it was a close friend, he might give it some thought, but he'd still most likely say no. He'd done a lot of sleeping around and experimenting before he met and got with you, and during that time, he got most of it out of his system. He loves what he has with you now, and he wouldn't want to jeopardize the trust and stability you two built together, even if it was you or someone within your guys' circle that proposed another attractive woman to him to join.

Universal Just like every other man on the planet, Dave loves receiving head. But to be more specific, Dave loves receiving head from you. Not just for the sensation and the orgasm that comes with it, but because of how you look when you perform it on him. The tears that collect of the sides of your eyes and then slowly fall, the way your nose quivers when you inhale a shaky and shallow breath, the way your eyebrows furrow when you try to take him down to the hilt, the moans you let out that reverberate against his dick and down his spine, when you attempt to fight back a gag. The blush that raises to the tops of your cheeks, and the way you guide a hand of his to the back of your head, once you feel confident enough that your throats fully relaxed. The way you to tap on his thigh once to signal him to slowly start to fuck your mouth, and the way you quickly tap twice to notify him when you need to breathe, and for him to let go. The way you look afterwards, with your spit and his residual seed covering and painting your bottom lip and the top half of your chin. So debauched, and everything he's ever wanted.

Vibrator You love to bring different toys into the bedroom, and he loves to use them on you. You both have multiple, but your shared favorite has got to be the vibrating cock ring. Not only does it rub against your clit in just the right way when he fully buries himself into you, but it also elongates Dave's own orgasms, and it overstimulates him as well. You use it at times when you're giving him a blowjob, and the way in which he loses his mind and spurts and shakes on your tongue, make its better every single time.

Where As much as you two are open minded and adventurous, at home is your two's favorite place to have sex. From the toys to the freedom to do it wherever you'd like, to how loud you two can be, without the fear of notifying someone close by or waking anyone up. You two have had sex in every single room, and on every surface that looked like it could carry at least one of your guys' weights. From the shower to the bathroom counter, to the bathroom floor, just do have another round in bed after those three. It doesn't matter where you two end up, because you'll end up having fun regardless. But being able to relax after, to be able to take your time with the aftercare, to be able to not have to worry about rushing after and keeping a lookout. That's what makes being at home so much better than constantly having to sneak around.

X Factor There isn't a single thing that this man dislikes about you, so it's hard for him to pick a specific trait to single out as his favorite of yours. But if he had to choose just one, he'd choose how accepting you are. You heard about him in passing before you two officially met, and you were told about how temperamental and moody he can be at times. Yet, you were still so open and kind to him. You didn't shy away or treat him differently because of his status, and you made him feel safe and understood because of it. Since you two have gotten together, you've seen him upset and nearly in a blind rage. But not once during those times have you ever flinched away from him, or not try to calm him down. You trusted him to not hurt you despite the stories of him being aggressive, and in turn, he trusted himself enough with you to open up about why he gets like that sometimes. He feels safe with you, and in turn, you feel the exact same way.

Yes and No Yes to being rough and open to exploring bdsm, no to ignoring safe words. Consent and communication are important to the both of you, and you two would never want to purposefully harm each other in way that isn't pleasurable. The basics are fine, such as light bondage, spanking, partial choking, and sex toys. But when it gets to the point to where the overstimulation is no longer feeling pleasurable, or one of you begins to feel overwhelmed, you both step back and give each other room to breathe, especially when safe words and the stoplight method are used.

Zip The only time Dave would be alright with you being quiet, is if you two were in a public setting, or if you had company over, and you two just had to be quiet. There was an incident a while back where you two had been sleeping in separate rooms to make space for friends that were staying over, but on the third night, you just couldn't force yourself to sleep without him any longer. You ended up sneaking downstairs to the lower guest bedroom, and you tiptoed your way over to where he was trying to rest. As if he was expecting you, a side of the bed was left unoccupied, and you climbed right in. Your movement had woken him up, and the relief on his tired face had you leaning in. If it was the limit of proximity from the past few days or his expression that got to you, you weren't entirely sure. But that night, regardless of who was near and trying to sleep, you both took care of each other. The hushed whimpers you both let out, and the nearly muted curses he grunted when you slid his fingers in your mouth while you bounced on top of him to keep yourself quiet and gagged, the way his mouth was gaping open in a quiet moan as you pulsated and writhed against him until he came inside of you and filled you to the brim. You guys were called out and teased for it and given your bedroom back the next day, and regardless of the emanating embarrassment, you were both just grateful to fully be back together once again.

[hollywoodroses]

basic instinct (a dave mustaine fan fiction)

this story is not based on the film basic instinct, it’s an original story idea

“After spending the school year at a university exchange program in italy, you are invited by your housemate to spend christmas/new years with her family. When preparing for the trip home with her, she forgot to mention she had a troubled brother who would later set his sights on you.”

this is the first time I am writing about dave mustaine, please bear with me. I really hope all of you like it!

a/n: I couldn’t wait and wrote this at midnight

Warnings: heavy smut including, spit!kink and cum!eating, masturbation, language including sexual language, mention of violence, a character passes away, and cigarette smoking.

minors please do not interact

While spending the school year in a university exchange program in Italy, you became friends with your housemate who was from Los Angeles. It didn’t take her long to find out you had no family, you lost your parents in a car accident when you were 18 years old. Since you were of legal age at the time, you were considered an adult and you were forced to move out on your own.

You had spent the time in Italy while choosing whether you wanted to go to law school or nursing school after spending two years studying political science with a minor in world languages.

It was time to go back home, your housemate invited you to spend Christmas and New Years with her family. You were so excited to spend time with people as you had always felt alone. She explained she had a mother and aunts, uncles and cousins that would be there. She forgot to mention her brother Dave, well didn’t really forget. Her family doesn’t talk about him, he was a bit troubled and labeled the “bad-seed” of the family. He did petty robbery with his friends and led women on with a promise of having a sexual encounter with him. He was 22 years old and still living at home, refusing to grow up and mature.

The plane ride from Italy seemed like a lifetime, you had so much energy you spent the flight talking with your friend, more like best friend. You didn’t realize the plane was landing when you were about to take a rest from all the chatting.

You are surprised to see a taxi waiting for you, ready to take you to your friend’s house and for the party to start.

-AT HOME-

Just as your friend was about to open the front door with her house key, you noticed a figure of a young man leaning against the side of the house. A flame from a lit cigarette burning in the dark. You are curious of the mysterious man. You decided to brush off what you are thinking as you are greeted by the family you would spend time with.

You spend hours chatting with the family you are with sitting with two women looking at baby pictures of your friend. While laughing at how cute she looked as a toddler, you noticed the young man from outside was sitting on a couch opposite you. Was he checking you out? You thought to yourself, he had a soft smirk while he gazed at you. It kept you speechless and a little uneasy as you tried to ignore him while listening to the women talk about their plans for the new year.

After awhile you excused yourself to go to the washroom. When you are finished your business, open the door and are shocked to see the nameless man who was checking you out earlier. You try and scream but he covers your mouth with his hand, pushing you back into the washroom and warning you to be silent.

“What’s your name, pretty girl?” He asks.

“Y/N.” You whisper with an innocent look in your eyes.

“I’m Dave and when I saw you for the first time I knew I had to have you”.

You feel turned on and a wetness begin to form in your pussy as you heard him confess to you. You didn’t understand but you wanted him too. Licking your lips, not realizing you are temping him he kisses you gently. You open your mouth and let his tongue explore you. Feeling his hands on your chest, you break the kiss and encourage him to rip off your blouse while you take your panties off under your skirt.

You sit on the countertop, you can’t help but feel horny. You pull Dave close to you and kiss him as you begin to grind against his dick that is covered by his jeans. Breaking the kiss, you moan as you speed up your grinding feeling like you can squirt at any moment. Suddenly, Dave puts his hands on your face and whispers lovingly to you, making you stop and get back to reality. Getting a wicked idea, you wet your fingers with your mouth and proceed to finger yourself as Dave watches you with a dark look on his face. You continue to fuck yourself until you orgasm, sucking your fingers clean.

You jump off the countertop and kiss Dave one last time, or is it the last time? You couldn’t get enough of him. He smirked at you as he left the washroom before you as not to cause a scene. You turn to look at yourself in the mirror and notice your face is red and you feel a chill all over your body. You put water on your face as you wait to cool yourself down. Once you feel better, you head back to the living room where everyone is.

-BACK AT THE PARTY-

When you are finally back in your seat downstairs, you see your friend talking to Dave. She seemed upset, even going as far as losing a few tears. You swear you over hear her talking to him.

“Please leave my friend alone, you remember what happened to Daisy right? Because, I remember how fucked-up you can be!”

Thankfully her family didn’t hear her conversation, they were all on the fancy kitchen table getting ready to eat.

“Y/BFN” Her mother called her.

You look at Dave, wondering what his sister meant when she talked about this unknown girl.

You see, Daisy was a smart girl. She was the daughter of their mother’s childhood friend. Daisy got good grades and excelled in piano, she was planning to go to Juilliard to learn how to be a piano player for classical concerts but her dream was to play on Broadway. Unfortunately, this all changed when she met Dave in her senior year of high school. Daisy had just turned 18 while Dave was a high school dropout. he met Daisy at a house party and she was intrigued by him.

When Dave found out, Daisy had a school-girl crush he decided to make a move on her. This encounter caused her to get pregnant and she was forced to live with her grandparents in San Francisco. This way, she would be far away from Dave and his wild antics. The person who was hit the hardest from the loss was his sister, she was the same age as Daisy and they grew up together.

You try and have a good time at dinner and once it’s all cleaned up, the family puts on a Christmas movie. You seem uninterested and get excited as you look over at Dave. Walking up to where he is sitting, you make a silent move to grab his hand and walk him to your bedroom. You fail to notice that his sister saw the whole thing. She couldn’t say anything as you and Dave are free to make your own choices. She just hopes you won’t get damaged like Daisy did.

Once you are alone with Dave, all bets are off. You push him onto the bed and crawl on his body, sitting on his lap. You move out of the way a little and unbutton his jeans. Pulling his jeans down along with his boxers, you start to rub his dick. Slowly at first than faster. As you are doing this you feel yourself get wet. You watch Dave in awe as he closes his eyes and moans. It doesn’t take long for him to cum all over your hand. You look at him as you lick your hand clean of his juice. You can’t help of moan as you savour his taste. Rolling his cum in your mouth with your saliva, you crawl up towards him, encouraging him to open his mouth for you, you spit in his mouth as you kiss him. You and Dave spend the whole night exploring each other. Both falling asleep in sexual bliss.

Once it is morning you wake up to an empty bed. Wondering what happened to Dave, you put on his discarded t-shirt and walk downstairs to the kitchen. You find Dave’s sister with her mum, crying. Along with a newborn that was sleeping in its carrier.

“What’s going on.” You ask.

Dave’s mother sits you down at the counter and explains everything to you.

“Dave went out last night, to see Daisy. She was giving birth to his child. While at the hospital, Daisy’s brother got into a fight with him. After Dave’s daughter was born, he ran off with Daisy due to threats from her family. While getting their belongings, Daisy’s brother and his friends tracked them down and shot Dave. He died of his injuries and they took Daisy away. All we have left of him is his daughter. She was left at our door in the middle of the night”.

You are shocked to learn everything. You truly felt in love with Dave but you were just a toy in his dangerous game. A game he played with another innocent girl that cost him his life.

the end

[welikevitamins]

!METALLICA FANS!

so we recently have stumbled upon a fairly new metallica writer here on tumblr, @mustainegf, which is great because people giving the rest of the fandom media to consume and enjoy is always nice, but we have noticed a few things about their writing that just seem.. off

well, to say it simply we suspecting that they might be using AI to either write their fanfiction or help with it, which is highly unethical, since they don't even disclose it anywhere if that's the case.

not to mention how her discord server is full of minors, and she knowingly keeps exposing them to the content she creates on her platform. the fact that she is allowing minors and non minors and people with undisclosed age to make sexual jokes between eachother since the moderation is basically nonexistent is nothing but shameful, they should have a way of checking the age.

here are some things were are the most suspicious about and evidence regarding her use of ai:

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the first thing is the sheer amount of fanfiction she managed to write since her first post in march of this year. well, after adding up all of the fanfics from each of her master lists for the people she writes for + the chapters of her series, we've concluded that she managed to write roughly 312 fanfictions this year. and sure, while some of those are headcanons and shorter formats, most of her work are full on stories. which seems simply impossible, since even short stories require a bit of a thought behind them. also Elena is supposed to be an adult since she writes NSFW stories, so we assume she has some things in her life that she does outside of writing all the time.

so the second that makes us suspicious about Elena's use of AI are her character ai bots.

its surprising that her, a pretty good writer would write such vague and simple intro messages, one would think she would make them more detailed since she possesses the skill to do so, same with her coding, the bots clearly don't know who they are and are just making up stuff like badly written ai's tend to do.

here's an example.

well, If you know a thing or two about kirk, you know this is simply not true. Kirk was born in 1962, which in 1989 made him 27, he is also not half-African American. mistakes like that could be prevented by simple coding, which is very simple if you put any kind or effort into it, it's basically just using a template and putting in information about the character, along with example messages to make the bot better, which a writer shouldn't struggle with.

here's an example of the short introduction messages she tends to make for her bots, it's quite unusual for someone experienced in writing to something like this. with no backstory or any additional context whatsoever.

moving forward since we already have discussed all of the ai points, we can move on to the situation going on with Elena's discord server.

those conversations are happening between minors, which the fact that they are saying stuff like this in public discord servers is just inappropriate on its own, but this server is also accessible to adults. users upon joining can choose a role of either 18- or 18+, and yes, most people there are minors, but there are also some adults. and the fact that adults and people of undisclosed age can engage in NSFW conversations about grown men with minors, is just highly dangerous and irresponsible, since the adults are free to chat with the minors anytime, they aren't separated in anyway.

moderation isn't exactly doing anything to stop that, since most of them are minors.

to close it out, we think that Elena herself is probably a minor, since she is very secretive about her life, which well, isn't necessarily wrong but it's very weird that we basically only know her name. And being a minor doesn't make the situation on her discord server excusable, she should take responsibility like a grown up if she wants to start grown up things.

to elena: you can either sort this out with us in private or come out and admit to what you're doing.

[dave-me0wstaine]

Bad boy 80s dave, I feel like if yall made out and you were on his lap he would like grind your hips into his until he like... yknowwwww but like dominant. (If ya could make that a fic that would be amazing :3)

anon!!!! this is so good like. could you imagine???

i feel like he'd be spread out on the couch, his legs open wide, borderline manspreading and he beckons you over to him. and so you crawl on his lap, happy to get some attention from your boyfriend. you're all shy smiles and happy giggles as he runs his large hands over your body, tickling your sides and making you squirm on his lap.

everything's all innocent kisses and playful tickles until you wiggle in a certain way and feel something hard, and you immediately start feeling hot because you know what that is. dave grips your hips and guides you across his bulge again.

"keep movin', pretty girl." he mutters, leaning in to leave marks across your neck. although you hardly get the chance to move, because dave is still gripping your hips, using his strength to swivel your hips across his.

"d-davie.." you whine, already feeling your high approaching. he's just so rough. you can feel bruises starting to form on your sides from how strongly he's holding you, and the pressure he applies to grind your bodies together makes for intense pleasure.

"what? feelin' good, baby? too much?" he asks. when you nod, he quickly takes on a condescending tone.

"so spoiled.. you're just a little pillow princess, yeah?" he groans, tilting his head back after a particularly hard grind. "fuckk, m'gonna cum like this."

you wrap your arms around dave's neck, snuggling into his neck and whining as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching. all of a sudden, you feel fingers wind themselves in your hair, and yank your head back.

"don't hide, look at me when you cum," dave grits out between clenched teeth. as soon as you make eye contact with him, seeing his blown out pupils and intense gaze, you instantly crumble underneath him, mewling and writhing in his lap as you cum.

you lean forward, resting your head on his shoulder, and as you come down from your high, you realize you feel unusually wet. it’s only when you look down and see a huge wet patch on dave’s crotch and realize that you made him cum in his jeans. you blush, and he just chuckles at your shy expression.

“wasn’t lying when i said i was gonna cum, sweetheart.”

[metalliixx]

woww he looks SO dark in these pics!

[ghostbustting]

HEY LOVEEE! Could you write some Dave fluff where he’s tough on the outside but really soft on the inside and he’s super clingy and tall are just cuddling and every time you kiss him he blushes like crazy and gets nervous and he’s just subby😭😭 sorry if it’s too much

♯ ; '𝑻𝑰𝑳 𝑰 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝒀𝑨 ༘⋆

Dave Mustaine x Reader.

Purely Fluff.

Song; ('Til) I Kissed Ya by The Everly Brothers.

Years passes by and changes, changes happen now and then, people come and go, new faces here and there. The evolution that goes on every year is just the way things go. And the way things go was something he was getting used to, leaving it up to fate to handle. But there wasn't quite a turn like this one, somehow he always found this one turn to be rather strange.. yet he can't help but love it either.

Two years ago, Dave Mustaine wouldn't have believed in a relationship pure of love and affections instead of pure lust and sex. His image was clear to anyone that knew his name and his career. He was... tough, some may say, fights often happen here and there. The history he had with women around wasn't so much of a secret either. Being the rockstar he is, a new girl— or specifically, a new groupie, was what he predicted every single night.

That's until you came into the picture.

You and the power you held to make his knees go so fucking weak.

One of the most cliché things in the romance world was the so called feeling of butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Dave found it to be so ridiculous that anyone would ever use that description of a feeling. But God, what else can he use to describe what he felt whenever your lips met even just a single bit of his skin?

He never even believed his cheeks were ever capable to 'blush' at anything till you pointed it out one morning when you woke up in each other's arms, nose touching. Sometimes you found it rather amusing at how quick his tough image melt whenever you look at him with a simple look of love.

There was just something in you that he couldn't handle. Always able to break through his walls and lure the vulnerability buried in him out. He never got the chance to find out whether it was your touch, your smile, your eyes, your words, or just purely your loveable soul.

This rare side of his would often be found at nights such as this one where you would stand and admire him in the backstage as you watch him walk off the stage, being showered with cheers and screams of his fans as he does so. The moment he step into the backstage and his eyes land on your figure, the slight furrow of his eyebrows immediately faded away and you could've sworn the gaze those hazel eyes held softens.

Dave walks up to you and smiles widely, almost looking like an excited schoolboy talking to his crush. "Hi." He breathed out, eyes taking in the sight of you as he rest his hands on your cheeks, fingerpads pressed on the soft skin. "How.. How'd I do? Did you like the show? Was it good?" It was adorable how much concern was in his eyes and voice, as if he didn't want to disappoint you. He truly don't.

"Wonderful. You get better every single day." You'd answer him, smiling softly at his affections with a small amused chuckle. The subtle yet somewhat also not subtle submission he had for you was something you enjoyed and wanted to cherish, who else would get the chance to make Dave Mustaine's face as red as his own gorgeous locks of hair?

The look in his eyes only lightened up when you said that, smile widening that it seems like his cheeks would hurt. His hands slowly trails to your arms till he reach your own hands, interwining both of your hands together like an unbreakable bond. "Really? That's good.. very good."

A small soft laugh leave his lips, he just can't help but feel so joyful around you, the love blooming in his chest just makes him want to jump up and down with you in his arms.

That is when three of his bandmates entered the room, chicks— groupies, hanging under their arms like they were their property, at that moment they probably allowed themselves to be.

Almost instantly, Dave coughed and took one hand off you, throwing his other arm over your shoulder instead as he replace the soft, cute smile with a big cocky smirk you'd often find him use on his band posters. "Ladies." Pushing his hair back with his free hand, he winked at the girls, yet the hand around your shoulders squeezed your shoulder— almost to assure you that he was is yours and yours only.

As the girls blush and giggle at the sight of Dave, you could almost roll your eyes at his silly scenarios, a knowing grin on your lips as you look up at the taller boy, who leaned down to your ear, "C'mon." Dave whispered in such an urgent tone that you could've laughed out loud.

With his arm still over your shoulders, he led you out of the room and into the empty hallway of the backstage, a big sigh leaving Dave's lips the moment the door of the room was closed shut. The hallway was mainly quiet and quite literally deserted although chaos was still heard out in the venue as people make their way out.

Dave's arm slid down and he held your hand again, fingers interlocked and arms swinging back and forth like little kids.

You didn't stop walking till he did, watching him slowly lean his body against the wall with a huff, a piece of his ginger locks moving out of his face frame. The smile from earlier never left your face, still lingering on while you watch his soft eyes stare back into yours, the cockiness gone over a few simple seconds of escaping the groupies.

Dave himself was lost in thoughts. Thoughts of you. Until this moment here, he still can never explain what this feeling is. Well, he never felt a feeling quite like this until he kissed you, can't even believe how he existed till he kissed you.

"You cut your hair." He mumbled, not in a question, but a statement.

An eyebrow raised as a slow chuckle was pulled out of your throat, "No? I mean– I did trim it a little to make it neat, but it was just a small trim, how did you notice?" Your hand instinctively start moving towards your hair, which was interrupted by Dave's own hand already stroking your hair with the slender fingers he'd use to strum and shred his guitar.

He was lost in the soft feeling of the strands and playing with it, your soft hair gently wrapping around his finger just like how he was wrapped around your own little finger. "I just do. Don't question it." He whispered with a small cheesy smile.

Before a single sound could even slip past your lips, his arms flew around your waist all of a sudden, bringing you in for a warm and tight embrace. The strength of his arms cause both of your shoes to be lift from the surface of the floor, a yelp being let out from you as your hands immediately held his shoulders. His fingers were grasping onto you tightly, scared of letting go, scared of never being able to feel your body underneath his touch.

"Dave!" You laughed with your arms around his neck now, faces inches away as a wide smile was plastered onto his face, eyes admiring every single inch of yours as if you were an art to be cherish and look after.

To him, you truly are one of God's wonder. If not a wonder for the world, you really are a wonder for his life.

Kissing him was rather hard to resist with a proximity like this, one of your hand reaching up to lay upon his cheek as your lips inch closer, the smile staying on your lips the moment you kiss him lovingly. After all, seeing the contrast of rosy red on both of his cheeks was one of the things you loved most about him, always made him look so kissable.

When you pull back, he still had his eyes closed with his lips still in that excited and wide smile, small giggles leaving his smile the moment his eyes flutter open. His hand held one of yours and led it down to his chest, right where you feel his heart beating hard and fast.

"Feel that? Only you can do that to me." Dave's voice whispered.

You couldn't help but laugh, "I think it's pretty obvious by now." You spoke, gently interlocking your hand with his and bringing his up to your lips, a soft peck to his knuckles. One peck and a glance at him and he's already blushing mad, looking away.

At first he thought it was pathetic, seeing it as a weakness that he so willingly showed to you. Yet now he found his own reactions to be the only rightful reaction to whatever the hell you are doing to him, whether it's love or witchcraft or fate, he doesn't care.

He just loves feeling this way. He loves feeling what you make him feel.

[lagunned]

LOVED TO DETH, dave mustaine.

pinned rules masterlist

pairing; dave mustaine x fem!reader

summary; a very fatigued dave mustaine finally gets home after a very lengthy megadeth tour and all he wants to be is with you but you have other plans.

warnings; veryy fluffy, 1990s/countdown to extinction dave, slight cussing, no use of y/n, vague mention of drowning (unserious), bathing(??), dave is so fucking clingy you’d have to pry him off with a crowbar, & dave is really smelly. if im missing anything else let me know!

word count; 1.4k

requests open, not proofread, based on this ask.

Dave couldn't be happier to be back home. It felt like he aged twenty years on the road. Don't get his words twisted, he loved what he did. He was eternally grateful that he was able to make a living off of what he loved most. Well, maybe not most. But he really couldn't figure out an ethical way to make money off of doing you—so the music would have to do. 

Three years ago Dave would have never dreamt that he could be in a healthy, loving relationship that wasn’t all about lust. Sure, he had great times with other girlfriends, but the lack of stability and his ever-growing dependency on various drugs truly put the nail in the coffin for anything he had going for him. And he was tough according to the press, anyhow. Rude, rough, abrasive, an asshole; all adjectives used to describe Dave. And none that could describe you.

Your pure love and innocence were sweet enough to rot all of his teeth out. The way you smiled at him—the skin around your eyes would crinkle as they dazzled in the light that guided him to sanctuary. The way your voice was ever so smooth and gentle whenever you spoke to him, almost like you were cooing at a child was like a melody to his ears he never grew tired of. The way your lips were so soft and inviting when you’d pout when you were mad at him. The way you cared for him like nobody ever had before—cooking his meals, ironing his clothes, cleaning the house—the whole nine yards.

A younger Dave would’ve gagged at the thought that he had fallen into a routine with someone that was so.. mundane and domestic. He was Dave Mustaine for God’s sake!

Yet, fate had different plans.

You had spent all day cleaning up the house and doing laundry that you had forgotten all about Dave coming home today. Not that you’d necessarily forgotten, but you had collapsed in Dave’s armchair in the living room. That was a problem. He forbade you from sitting in his chair when he was home, something about not wanting to wear out the cushion. However, you couldn't help but nestle into a little ball in it. It was so comfortable and soft, and it smelt just like him. It smelt just like home.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” A soft chuckle from above stirred you out of your sleep. For a second you believed you hallucinated his voice. Maybe your sleepy eyes deceived you as they landed on the tall ginger standing before you. The moment his eyes met yours, the slight furrow of his brow faded away and it felt like his hard, deep hazel eyes softened just for a moment.

“Hi,” you breathed out with a smile, looking up at him as his hands rested on your cheeks, calloused palms gently pressed down on your soft skin. “You’re home..,” It was almost adorable how endearing your tone of voice was whenever you spoke—like you missed him. And you truly did.

“I’m home.”

The subtle submission and admiration he had for you made your heart flutter in your chest and your stomach flip and churn as you giggled at him. I mean, who else gets to see Megadeth’s Dave Mustaine all domestic and loving like this? You wanted to take a photo of this moment and frame it in the Louvre—No. You wanted to keep this moment to yourself forever. Your special secret.

“I’ve missed you, so much..,” Dave hushed tiredly, but the gleam in his eyes only lightened up, his smile widening so far that his cheeks ached. His hands scaled down your face to reach your arms as he clutched your palms. His grip was firm but gentle—as if he were to let go you’d vanish.

“I think you’ve got it the other way around, honey. C’mere,” you beckoned him to lay beside you in the armchair. He immediately complied, snuggling up protectively to your side. Dave wrapped his girthy arm over your shoulder while his other arm rested on your thigh, hands playing with the hem of your shirt innocently.

A small, gentle laugh left his lips. Dave just couldn’t help but feel so joyful around you, the love blooming in his chest just made him want to jump up and down with you in his arms and squeeze you til you turned blue. You were the light of his life that shined bright, even in his darkest hour. His sin, his soul. He was undoubtedly and unconditionally in love with you.

Suddenly, his eyes shot up as your head recoiled back, your cute nose scrunching up in disgust and your lips pursing.

“My God Dave. When was the last time you showered? You smell terrible!”

“Uhh… Well..,” Dave awkwardly cleared his throat and chuckled. There goes sappy, sentimental Dave, I guess. To be frank—he hated it when he got that way. It made him feel so weak and vulnerable.

You quickly scrambled out of his lap, walking away to your shared bedroom. He watched your frame trudge up the stairs, the way your legs swished back and forth. Dave half considered jogging up to catch up with you, but he was honestly too exhausted. The road took a lot of energy out of him and the last thing he needed was a stupid argument the moment he went inside his own house.

Then the bedroom door slammed shut. Seriously?

He waited a minute for you to come down. Maybe you had to use the bathroom. He knew you hated the downstairs one. He knew everything. Then he waited two. Dave yawned sleepily and with a dramatic huff, he stood up from the chair.

Only when he arrived upstairs into your shared bedroom he could hear the light whispering of water running, but no lights seemed to creep from under the door. Oh God, were you drowning yourself because he stunk that badly?!

Dave slowly crept the door open, peeking into the bathroom. His hazel eyes adjusted to the darkness—the only light being a few vanilla candles surrounding the bathtub that you had placed down previously. Your “spa day” candles, as you say. Two towels lay on the counter—one for his hair and the other for his body.

“Did I really smell that bad—?”

“No. It's your spa day, babe. Now I want you to lie down and relax, okay?”

Dave chuckled and sent you one of his iconic smirks you often saw on his band’s posters, “If you wanted me naked you could’ve just asked—”

“Mustaine. Bath. Now.”

How could he argue with such a pretty face?

The next morning, you could hear birds chirping outside, a domestic tune that often greeted you in the morning, a natural alarm clock. Your face scrunches up as the sun’s blinding rays peeked from the curtains. You roll over with a groan, eyes still shut as your hand feels around the side of the bed for your (now clean) companion. Instead, you were greeted with coldness.

The door to your bedroom gently opened and your eyes slowly adjusted to the sight before you, blinking ever so often. A ginger figure approached you, holding out a TV tray with a hot plate of chocolate chip pancakes and sizzling crispy bacon. Wait—what?

“Good morning… I thought I'd make you a little treat since you were—y’know, nice, Yesterday..,” Dave’s voice came out in a mumble and if it weren't for having a visual before you, you would’ve thought it was a little schoolboy this. His cheeks flushed a soft red, almost rivalling the color of the messy locks that framed his face. He looked ethereal. A Greek God, if you will.

His large, calloused hands carefully placed the tray on your lap, careful not to spill a single drop of syrup on your lap. Dave’s sharp eyes scanned the meal before he noticed the lack of a drink on your tray. Goddamnit!

“Damnit, I forgot your orange juice. Stay here,” Dave demanded and pointed a stern finger at you. His brows furrowed in concentration: the man was on a mission.

And right there, on that random Tuesday morning, with the sun in your eyes and the hot pancakes melting the butter Dave scraped on top, the (not so) quiet banging of unfamiliar cabinets opening and shutting in the kitchen, you knew that you had made it in life.

a/n; i had so much fun writing this! please give me feedback, this is my first fanfiction LOL.

© lagunned (2025—) all rights reserved.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hi! I hope you're doing well!

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

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

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

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

Shattered Insecurities

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

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

“Hey, baby, what’s going on?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[allmoshnobrain]

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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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

HI I wanted to request like, size different and first time with Dave, but maybe like, reader is at his house or something and she has a tendency to steal his stuff (probably bracelets, cuffs) Dave finds her in one of his shirts and it drives him wild. I leave it up to you but also I really love your writing!!

A/n: I KEEP STARTING FICS WITH MOTIVATION AND RIGHT AS I GET TO THE SMUT I LOSE IT 😫

Warnings: smut, size difference, rough sex, manhandling, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

He looks fucking ethereal 😩

Dave caught you stealing his things more times than he could count, but he didn't mind since you almost always returned them and it was always just little things; a bracelet here, a brush there.

Of course he knew he was bigger than you, he was bigger than a lot of people. You'd use it to your advantage when you were in bed with him doing domestic things; laying on top of him, letting him spoon you, playing with his hands. You'd use him for warmth and he knew it.

So Dave knew he was bigger than you, he just hadn't realized how much bigger, and he definitely didn't realize how much it turned him on until he walked in on you getting ready for bed in his shirt.

You hadn't been seeing each other for that long, Dave had hired you to watch his house while he was on tour but he quickly grew a fondness for you. Instead of paying you he just let you live in his house, which made the relationship work great.

Earlier while you were making breakfast, part of your daily tasks, you realized you were running low on groceries. Your plan had been to clean all day and you hadn't factored in any time to leave so you made a list and asked Dave to get food on his way back home.

You were helping him get everything put away, it was late and you were tired, Dave could see you struggling to keep your eyes open.

"I can finish the rest." He said, pulling you to his side and kissing your forehead. "Go get ready for bed, you can barely keep your eyes open." He gave you butt a gentle pat and sent you on your way upstairs to your shared room while he finished getting everything put away.

When he was done he went upstairs, expecting to find you already crashed in bed as usual. He didn't think to check the bed before he went to the bathroom, the lights were off and the pillows resembled you in the sheets enough.

He froze in the doorway to the bathroom, seeing you brushing your teeth at the sink in nothing but an old band shirt of his. The way it draped over your figure, the sleeves coming down around your elbows.

You spat in the sink as he came up behind you. "What do you think you're wearing?" He asked, tone dark and voice gravelly as he spoke.

You blinked at him through the mirror, looking over yourself tiredly. "Beatles." You mumbled.

"I see that." He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on the top of your head. "I meant, what are you doing wearing my shirt?"

You stared at yourself in the mirror a moment longer, running your toothbrush under water. You shrugged and set your brush in its place, taking a swig of water and moving it around your mouth before spitting it out.

"It's big." Dave hummed in agreement, eyeing your body closely through the loose fabric. "And comfy... smells like you..." You turned around in his arms to face him, shoving your face in his chest and wrapping your arms around him.

Dave lifted you up with ease, hands cupping your ass so he could carry you out of the bathroom and to the bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed and crawled on top of you. "You're tiny." He mused, kissing the tip of your nose.

You chuckled softly. “That’s mean.”

“I mean it.” He said, leaning closer and pushing his face into your neck. “You’re so small… how has no one broke you yet?” He pushed his hands under the hem of the shirt you wore, tracing the curve of your hips. “I should just be grateful that I get to do it, huh?” He asked, tugging your panties down.

You were tired and debated telling him to stop, but you also knew how caring he could be, and how easily you fell asleep when he made you cum.

You lifted your hips to help him take your panties off.

He ran his hands over your legs after tossing the small garment aside, cherishing the feel of your supple skin on his rough callouses.

He pulled his hands back and threw his shirt off, followed by his jeans and boxers. It’s not that you hadn’t done anything, of course you had, just not sex. Blowjobs, handjobs, mostly Dave was doing it to you because he liked hearing the noises you made, the small whines and soft moans.

Dave got off to making you feel good, it wasn’t a secret, but right now he wanted nothing more than to use you.

He ran his hands over your legs once more before hooking them under your thighs and pushing them up to your stomach, knees at your chest.

Your eyes widened and you yelped when he manhandled you, pushing you into the mattress with his weight. He smiled down at you. “That’s just perfect.” He mused. “Now hold them there for me.” You were hesitant but did as he ordered, holding yourself open for him.

Dave ran a finger through your slick folds, gathering your wetness and pushing a finger into you. “What a sweet thing, already so wet and I haven’t even done anything yet.” You clenched around his digit, biting your lip.

He pulled his finger back out and moved over you, lining himself up with your hole and pushing in, watching you writhe underneath him.

He brushed your hands off yourself and held your thighs tightly, mercilessly pounding into you as your moans filled the room.

You expected something sweet, the normal Dave that would talk you through it and focus on how good you felt, not the Dave that stared at the bulge in your stomach and pressed his palm down on it, not the Dave that squished and pushed and forced you into new positions.

Still, that look in his eyes, the way his lip curled. You called out his name, begging to cum.

“Aw, pretty girl thinks she’s good enough for that?” He grunted out, hips slamming into yours at a brutal pace. Your body was flushed, a thin layer of sweat covering you. He leaned down, hooking your knees over his shoulders.

His thrusts got faster, more desperate. “Fuck,” he grunted. “I fill you up so good, you’re so fucking tight.” You whined, clawing at his shoulder and burying your face in the crook of his neck, his thick hair covering you.

“Every inch.” He mused. “Every single fucking inch of you, mine.” His kissed along your neck, not slowing his pace. “All fucking mine.” He bit down on your neck, hard enough to leave a mark.

Your eyes rolled back, unable to stop yourself from giving in to the pleasure he was giving you. You moaned out his name, body melting into the mattress.

He let you ride out your high, coaxing you through it as he always did with praised and words of affection. “There you go, just let it out, darling, let me make you feel good.”

However, when you were twitching as you came down from it he didn’t stop. He pulled away for a second and flipped you over, forcing your head into the pillow and holding your ass up for him. “Pretty bunny.” He purred, leaving a last kiss on your shoulder before thrusting into you again.