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mustainegf · 2 days

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hey! I’m the person that wrote about RIP era Dave. Istg you’re the best writer on this app like wtf???? Can you write Dave coming from your home and he’s hella horny and fucks you limp? Ilysm,

-Amy

Hiii Amy!!! I assume you mean the short skirt fic, I had SO MUCH FUN writing that one, I’d love to be friends !! :) love you!!!

As I sat on the edge of our bed, the anticipation of Dave's return from recording with his band tingled through me like tiny electric sparks. The clock ticked away each second, each one feeling like an eternity until I'd hear his footsteps bounding up the stairs. And then, there it was, the sound I'd been waiting for-his voice calling out, "baby?"

With a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, I called back, "I'm in the bedroom!" And just like that, he was there, his presence filling the room with a warmth that swallowed me whole.

"Hey gorgeous," he greeted me, his eyes alight with happiness, as if seeing me was the best part of his day. And before I could even process his words, his lips found mine, igniting a fire within me with each passionate kiss.

"What's gotten into you?" I managed to giggle between kisses, feeling my heart fluttering like a butterfly in my chest.

"I've been thinking about you all day," he muttered agaisnt my lips.

"Oh really?" I joked, brushing his cheek. "What were you thinking about?" I purred.

Dave crawled into bed with me, still kissing around my jaw and neck. "Your face.. body…. how sexy you look when I fuck you," he grinned.

I chuckled, low and sultry as I laid back, letting his mouth work on my delicate skin. "Mmm what else?" I asked softly, running a hand through his hair.

"Come onnn, tell me." I whined, reaching down to palm his strained bulge.

Dave moaned softly before speaking.

"How badly I want to taste you... feel your tight little pussy around my cock." He bit my bottom lip gently before moving to nibble on my ear. "It's been killing me all day."

Fuck, he always knew how to get me wet.

I reached to help him tug his jeans off, both of stripping each other down.

The soft brush of his fingertips against my core had me moaning almost immediately, as I kicked off my underwear.

Dave moved to sit back on his heels, giving himself time to study me. My thighs quivered from the desire pulsating through me, as he stroked his thick cock.

Even I could tell he had been hard for a while, he was red and throbbing. "Someone's been worked up for a while huh?" I teased.

Dave only smiled, sliding his length through my folds, my sticky fluids coating his desperate cock.

Then he slid inside, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrust into me. I gasped in pleasure as he began rocking into me, picking up speed until we were both panting.

"Jesus, that's it, been wanting to be inside you all day," Dave groaned, his thrusts demanding.

His body was shaking with effort, his mouth clamped over mine as he fucked me mercilessly. I felt so full, yet his girth stretched me in a way that felt amazing.

"I jerked off in the bathroom at the studio, and it still didn't help," Dave admitted with a grin, his hips slamming into mine. "Just needed to be in you.."

His words only made my core tighten.

"Let me hear those pretty moans, honey," Dave said under his breath.

"Ah yeahhh.." I cried out, loving his dirty talk. He did this so well, always talking in a hushed tone, making me feel extra dirty. In turn, it drove him wild.

I loved watching his eyes roll back, his head tossing as he fucked me senseless.

This was why we never needed words, because our actions spoke volumes louder than any word could.

"Fuck, I love you so much baby," he growled. Those words always hit me deep in the heart, every single time.

"Love you too, Dave," I whispered. Just hearing them, sent another shockwave through me, causing me to come undone. "Oh fuck, that's it! "

I wailed, I could tell that Dave was close, hit movements becoming increasingly sloppier.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, can you finish me off baby?" Dave whined, pulling out of me and stroking himself.

I sat up quickly, taking his cock in my hand. He was pulsing harder than ever before, he sure had been worked up all day. I stroked him quickly, his length lined with my cum.

I quivered as I took his tip in my mouth, tasting myself on his twitching cock. "That's it, fuck! Just a little longer." Dave groaned.

I bobbed up and down, licking and sucking the tip until Dave exploded. He shot ropes after ropes of come onto my tongue, swallowing every drop of him.

Dave chuckled as he gave himself a few strokes, letting the last of his cum drip into my mouth.

"Such a good girl."

Dave fell on the mattress next to me. I nudged to his side, cuddling into his shoulder. "Did that help?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes.." He panted, kissing my forehead. "I don't think I can walk.." I giggled.

“Mm, good," he laughed, pulling me closer.

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dave-me0wstaine · 5 months

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Imagine Dave with a super clingy gf

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

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

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

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

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

#ily anon this ask was so cute <33 #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine fanfiction #dave mustaine fluff #megadeth #megadeth x reader #megadeth fanfiction #megadeth fluff #asks

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dahliaslove · 11 months

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⭑ DAVE MUSTAINE WITH A BIMBO / GIRLY GF

⭑ authors note: here are some random headcanons because i love channeling my inner karen smith (mean girls) and elle woods to write these

⭑ warnings: lots of kisses, dave is a smug asshole, small descriptions of sex (like two paragraphs), i got carried away with these hc’s because i’m delusional

⭑ pairing: dave mustaine x fem!bimbo!reader

- if we’re talking late 90s / 2000s dave?? this man will treat you like a princess, he will endlessly spoil you in kisses and gifts, i just know it. he’d be so gentle on you too, like he’s the type of guy that will never not have a hand around wrapped around your waist ( this is very effective when it come to him stoping you from tripping on air )

- constantly sitting in his lap and just playing with his hair as you talk about whatever happened to you that day or about a particular new line of makeup, he would not understand a single word you’re saying but is very supportive and nods along as you try to explain

- same goes for you whenever he talks about things you don’t understand, he’ll try to go in depth with his explanations untill you understand <33

- he’s possessive as hell, especially because you’re a little unobservant when it comes to the world around you, and he just wants to make sure nobody’s treating you wrong, it works too because dave is low key a little intimidating so i feel if he sent someone a glare they would back off pretty quickly

- thats not me saying that you can’t defend yourself though! dave has absolutely seen you tear into any pervy or downright disrespectful men and he loves that you’re not afraid to stand up for yourself or sacrifice a heel to throw at someone

- but he is a softie for you that will back you up and cuss anyone out if they try to mess with you :)

- speaking of him being possessive though . . . this man will absolutely cover you in hickeys, he doesn’t care if you complain about you having to use a lot of foundation to cover it. On days where you don’t have the time or patience to cover it he’ll walk next to you all smug and happy all day

- dave lowkey has a right being so smug though because i know he’d treat you so well in bed, like he’d give it to you any way you want it just cause you’re his girl ‘n he loves you so much

- if you want it rough? dave will have you bent in half beneath him with your legs thrown over his shoulders and your mascara running down your face as he thrusts his hip up into you at a bruising pace

- you want it soft? he’ll slowly rock his hips into you from behind as you watch a movie cuddled up on the couch. and he’ll shush you whenever your whines start to get too loud and tell you to focus on the movie.

- either way when you’re done he’s wiping away any of your tears and planting a sloppy kiss on you that smudges up your lip gloss even more.

- if you gave him bracelets to match with you he would wear it forever, like imagine seeing dave walk around in his black heavy metal tees while wearing a bunch of bright pink bracelets with hearts and glitter all over them that you made for him.

- and if the bracelets break or fall off, he’s coming to you with pouty lips and begging you to make another one like ‘baby, please make me another one? i didn’t mean to break it, i swear!’

- i swear sometimes you be thinking he’s the princess in the relationship because at least 80% of the time there’s some residual lipstick marks on his neck or his lips would constantly be at least a little pink from your lipstick rubbing off on him when you guys kiss

- oh my god . . . sitting with him while he practices on his guitar too, you’ll sit there all patiently while making more bracelets or reading some fashion magazine and when you’re not doing that you’re only ever watching the way his hands glide and pluck at the strings on his guitar ( he gets smug and teases you about this because he’s an ass and he loves the way your voice gets all whiny in pitch as you try to defend yourself against his teasing )

- and he’d never not have some sort of pink hairband or clip stored in his pocket for you but it’s fine because he knows you always carry things for him in your little pink purse like guitar picks or an extra water for if he gets thirsty :}

- in conclusion, someone get this man a silly little bimbo girlfriend who will always lay kisses on him !!! (i volunteer)

#dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine #metallica #megadeath #dahliaslove rockstars #ignore this if you follow me for my slasher stuff 😣💔#or don’t #it’s your choice #dave mustaine fluff #megadeath smut

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 2 months

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Can you do dave mustaine too (safe words)

I wrote this pretty fast but I hope it's still up to your standards of tumblr smut <3 If you want to see another artist for this prompt or any other's I'd be happy to write it (I'm very bored :'3) just let me know :3

Warnings: Smut, slight angst, use of a safe word, if you think there's something I missed please let me know :3

You and Dave had been dating for a few months now and decided that you would have date nights every Friday night. It didn’t have to be something big every week and you would take turns planning the dates in question, but there was always something.

The both of you had had a very long week and now just needed some time to relax so a movie marathon night was the best option in your minds.

Dave got snacks, drinks and a pizza for an actual meal on his way home while you set up a comfy place on the couch and got a set of DVDs stacked up in the order you planned to watch them. The genre’s ranged from cheesy romance to get you started and then psychological horror for later in the night. You also had a few comedies sprinkled in so you’d be able to sleep tonight, either way it gave you an excuse to cuddle up tight to Dave and that’s all that really concerned you.

Dave got home and you started on your night, watching and snacking and cuddling all the while. About halfway through one of the romance movies there was sex scene that you didn’t realise would pop up. It was probably one of the first filmed movies you’d seen ever and this scene was no exception to that.

You watched in discomfort as it went on, the dramatic noises and odd movements making you shift in your seat. Dave looked to you, chuckling softly. “What? This movie got you feeling something?” He teased. You shook your head, cringing.

“Can you fast-forward or something?” You asked, searching around for the remote. It was just on the edge of the coffee table, when you went to reach for it Dave kicked it off the corner and it landed with a soft thud on the carpet. “Oops.” He smirked and pulled you in for a kiss.

The kiss was a nice distraction from the film in the background. Dave obviously wanted to take it further and didn’t even ask before tearing your clothes off. To be fair, they didn’t break. Though you’re sure you heard a rip at some point everything did seem fine.

Dave was all over you, kissing up and down your neck, licking and sucking on your chest. Whatever he could reach he had his mouth on.

Soon he had you standing in front of him between the couch and the coffee table, facing the TV. Dave was standing right behind you, cock buried deep inside you and quick thrusts pumping it in and out of you at a pace that would normally have you seeing stars. Instead, everything just felt off. He wasn’t hitting the right spots, his harsh words just hurt you and if he tried being nice you felt awkward.

The movie seemed to keep getting louder and louder and you just wanted everything to stop around you. “Davie-Davie, I don’t-”

“Shut the fuck you, slut.” Dave interrupted you, continuing to rut into you. He seemed perfectly content with the scene, you felt as if you were recreating the scene in the movie.

“Davie, can we just-” You were cut off by a yelp when he slapped your ass.

“I said shut up!” He said in a much more commanding tone. That along with the slap, not to mention the embarrassment you felt at this moment, brought tears to your eyes.

“Davie, please...” You tried again. His hand raised and came down harder on your ass, leaving a bright red mark. That stretch he forced that always had your mind in a fog hurt, his harsh words that made you want to beg hurt, the slaps you loved counting hurt. The tears trickled down your cheeks and hit the floor. For a moment Dave’s hips sputtered and you took it as your chance. “Pumpkin.” You said, it came out no louder than a whisper.

Dave stopped completely. “What-what was that?” He asked, now just holding you close, strong arms wrapped around your waist.

“Please, stop, I-I don’t like it.” You stumbled out. Dave pulled out and reached back for a blanket to wrap around you. You got your shorts back on, Dave offered you his shirt and you happily accepted.

Dave sat you back down on the couch, holding you in his lap. A little cocoon of blankets and comfy things. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He said, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “I thought it would be a fun end to the week.” He explained. You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Next time do something romantic, not fake Elvis fucking Marilyn Manson.” You said with a soft chuckle. You aren’t even sure what movie it was. Hell you didn’t even know how you got it in your hands but it was never going to be played again.

“You wanna keep watching movies? Or-or I could get you a bubble bath, light some candles, give you a massage?” You knew he would do anything to make it up to you. It sounded like a good end to the week for you.

“Can we cuddle in the bath?” You asked, looking up at him, your eyes still slightly glassy. He chuckled and nodded

“Of course we can, you thought I’d let you get princess treatment alone?” He kissed the tip of your nose. “I am just as deserving of being a princess.” He stated as he lifted you up to carry you to the bathroom so he could set everything up with you.

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samiwife · 7 months

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Joking Around You ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Dave Mustaine x Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back a day early! It's great to be back from the hiatus. I'm doing great. Thanks for still supporting me even while on break. Requests are open again! So feel free to request some stories! Missed you all, hope you enjoy the story!

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Dave has always been the goofy type in your guy's relationship. You're always serious and independent. That's what Dave loves about you. He can joke all he wants and you'll always smile and laugh with him. You will never judge him. One day, you were at your apartment baking some muffins for yourself and maybe some for Dave. You made the muffins but still needed to make the spread for them. Dave was visiting your apartment and was in the living room watching TV. You looked up from the kitchen and called out to him. "Dave sweetie, do you want to help me make icing? I'll let you lick the spoon." You said in a cheery tone. Dave immediately springs up and runs to the kitchen.

"Yes of course I'll help you!" Dave said wrapping his arms around your waist and his head resting on your shoulder. You smiled and opened the recipe book you used often. "Okay, so we're going to make cream cheese frosting for the muffins. I have the recipe right here and it's very simple to follow." You said as Dave still has his arms wrapped around your waist. "Yes ma'am, I'll take this so seriously," Dave said as he pouted. You giggled and brushed your fingers through his hair. "Dave, you don't have to stop joking. I love it when you make small jokes." You said moving the ingredients over. Dave lets go of your waist and starts reading the recipe list.

Dave takes the stick of butter and plops it in the bowl. You started to add the powdered sugar to the bowl. You began to mix as Dave added the cream cheese. You dipped your finger in to taste, it was nice and creamy. You dipped your finger in again, and quickly wiped it on Dave's nose. He giggled and did the same. You quickly took a butter knife and spread the icing on the muffins. You gave the leftover icing to Dave to eat and he happily grabbed a spoon and began eating. You laughed at how childish he was.

Dave looked up at you with icing on the corner of his mouth. You laughed, "Davey, you have some on your mouth." You wiped your thumb across his lips. He looked down and blushed. Dave scoops some more icing on the spoon and feeds some to you. You took a bite and nodded. "You're so good at baking, honey," Dave said licking the remaining icing off. You smiled and kissed his cheek. Dave wrapped one of his arms around your waist and pulled you in close to him. Dave took another scoop and wiped it on your face. You frowned and pouted. "Davey! I just cleaned my face!" You exclaimed. Dave laughed and licked the icing off your face. You giggled and kissed his lips. Dave leaned in forward deepening the kiss. "I love joking with you, you look so cute when you're serious," Dave said looking into your eyes. You pouted and looked down. Dave chuckles and kisses you on the cheek once more.

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r0syr3a · 3 months

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Pink markers and cigarettes

Bad Boy! Dave x Innocent reader

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

Genre: Fluff

Words: 340

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#megadeth #megadeth x reader #megadeth fanfic #dave mustaine #dave mustaine imagine #megadeth imagine #megadeth fluff #dave mustaine fanfic #dave mustaine fluff #rosywrites

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bubbledtee · 2 years

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A Break ~ Part 1

Based off of THIS interview.

Pairing: Kirk Hammett x fem!reader, Dave Mustaine x fem!reader

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: extremely incorrect timeline, mentions of Lars being an asshole, mentions of Kirk being a shitty boyfriend, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, mentions drugs and alcohol, smoking cigarettes, crying, Dave being a complete softie for reader, i think that's all, lmk if i missed any!

A/N: ok, the timeline on this shit is inconsistent (obvi), and this is also kind of shitty, but it was just easier to have kirk and dave be in the band at the same time. lars and james are basically just procrastinating kicking dave out, so that's why they have both kirk and dave there lol. this is going to have at least one more part, and that part will contain smut ^-^

It wasn’t your choice, coming to this party. If you could even call it that. You just wanted to spend the night with Kirk for once, to have a relaxed evening where there was nothing there to distract you from one another, no one to get between you. But, of course, that just couldn’t happen, could it? He couldn’t just spare you one night without being clung to this new band, ‘Metallica’.

You took a long drag from your cigarette, staring up at the moon and its surrounding speckles of light. The cratered rock was full as could be, the reflective light gleaming in the sky brightly. You couldn’t remember the last time the moon was so beautiful and bright. It made you wonder when the last time you really decided to observe the beauty around you.

Your mind was elsewhere as you continued to smoke, your knees tucked tightly against your chest. “Fuck, it’s cold.” you shivered, rubbing the trail of goosebumps up your arm in attempts to warm up. You really should’ve grabbed your jacket.

The sound of a zippo flicking open jerks you from your own thoughts, your neck twisting quickly to face the noise. Some part of you wished it was Kirk coming to apologize to you, to tell you that he was the dick, but you knew that wasn’t happening.

You sigh in relief when the flame of the lighter illuminates the identity of the rando behind you, his large hand cupped around the flame as he lights his cigarette.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Dave.” you exhale, turning back to face forward, “You scared the shit out of me,”

The redhead chuckles drunkenly. You could smell the cheap beer and weed on his flannel from here.

“Sorry,” he smirks before taking a drag. For a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the faint hum of She by Misfits bounding from the shitty speakers in the home behind you. Dave exhales before motioning to the seat beside you, “Mind if I sit?”

You carelessly motion back, signaling a ‘Whatever’ as you suck back the last of the smoke before stubbing it out on the ground below you, “As long as you won’t call me a selfish bitch, too.” you breathe, quoting a very, very drunk Lars after you had asked Kirk if you could simply go home.

“Never,” was all Dave said before taking a long sip from his beer and sinking down into the lawn chair beside you. His silence confused you a bit. From what you’ve known of Dave, he’s an aggressive, talkative drunk, always fighting with someone or doing something crazy. But right now he was neither, seemingly just needing a break from everyone, too.

There was a break of silence as you just sat together, enjoying the damp aroma and particularly bright light of the night individually. Over the past weeks you’d known Dave, you’d gotten on well with him. Cliff, too.

But there was something special about Dave.

Maybe it was that notorious grin of his whenever he told a funny story.

Or maybe it was the way he cared about his bandmates, how he’d do anything for them even if they wouldn’t do the same.

Or how he listened to you when you told a story, not interrupting you like James or Lars would.

How he’d listen when Kirk wouldn’t.

“You don’t deserve that,” Dave mutters suddenly, taking a short drag of his cigarette.

Your neck swivels towards him, cheeks reddening at the somewhat bold words.

“Sorry?” you ask dumbly.

Dave turns his head to look back at you, the moonlight casting perfectly against his profile. “You heard me,” he slurs slightly before turning his head away from you again, staring into the pale light above. “No real man would stand for his friends acting like that towards his girlfriend. Not if he cared about her, at least.”

A pain struck through your heart at the guitarist’s brutally honest words. Of course Kirk cared about you, at least he did before he got caught up in this whole musician thing. You bit your lip as you slowly turned to face forward again, too, your head slowly dropping to rest on your folded knees.

Dave continued, “Those guys in there, James, Cliff, Lars, they’re my brothers. Other than them, I’ve only got my mom.” he sighed, running his long fingers through his thick mane of hair, “I mean, I’d do anything for them, y’know? More than they’d probably do for me, honestly.” Dave huffed out a pained laugh before sipping his beer once more, crushing the can beneath his foot when the golden brown liquid was all gone.

“But I’d never, ever let any one of them talk to my girl like that.” Dave hissed, almost angry, “That would’ve been my breaking point.” he added, bringing his cigarette to his face and pausing his motion right before inserting the stick between his lips, murmuring, “Should’ve been Kirk’s, too.”

It felt like you were being stabbed in the chest repetitively as Dave went on. Sure, he was right, Kirk wasn’t being a good boyfriend as of late, and it really was pissing you off, but why did Dave have to be so upfront about it? What did he get out of giving you relationship advice?

You push air from your cheeks in attempts to hold back the tears that had been there all night, but it was impossible. Kirk didn’t care anymore. He was all about the band, not seeming to care how you felt any longer.

When he was in Exodus, Kirk would’ve followed you right outside when you stormed out, begging for your forgiveness and berating whatever “friend” had called you a bitch. But it wasn’t like that anymore. Metallica changed him.

The first tear trailed down your cheek as you clenched your eyes shut, hoping – praying – that this was just some sort of cruel nightmare. That you were going to wake up beside a loving, caring Kirk once again.

But you didn’t.

You pressed your burning eyes against your denim clad knees, the tears unable to be held back any longer. A light gasp for air turned Dave’s attention towards you, his eyebrows furrowing in pure concern.

“Y/N?” he questions softly, immediately dropping his cigarette to rub a hand up and down your back in an attempt to comfort you. His voice was soft and caring; very out of character for him. “Oh, don’t cry.”

Despite Dave’s gentle plea, you broke. The wails you’d been holding back for god knows how long were finally coughed up, salty tears staining your cheeks with dark eyeliner and mascara. Your head rose as you gasped for air, hiccuping up incoherent words that Dave couldn’t even start to decipher.

Dave gave you a pitiful, guilty look. He did this to you. It wasn’t his intention to make you upset, but it happened. God, he really should just keep his fucking mouth closed sometimes.

“Come here,” Dave whispered, pulling you up from your chair and back down into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you against him. His large frame warmed your much smaller one as you pressed your face against his broad chest, muffling your loud, breathless sobs. “I’m sorry, pretty.” he murmured against your ear, the pet name just slipping out on instinct before he pressed his lips against the top of your head. He smoothed a hand up and down your back, holding you tightly against himself. “It’s gonna be okay,”

Dave frowned at just how cold and sad you felt against him. He just wanted to make everything perfect for you, to make everything that’s bad in your life go away. He wanted to hold you like this forever, and to keep you safe and happy for as long as he could, safer and happier than Kirk ever could.

Ever since Lars and James hired Kirk, Dave was starting to get treated worse as the days went on. All of their attention was turned to this guitarist who, in Dave’s mind, really did not need to be there. They had a lead guitarist and rhythm guitarist and were fine as a four-piece. What did they need this random dude for all of a sudden? It wasn’t like he was filling an empty position, either.

However, when he realized that you came along with Kirk, things seemed to be just a bit better. You were smart, you were funny, extremely artistic, and absolutely beautiful. Whenever he could, he was sneaking a glance at you when you weren’t looking. Maybe from across the room during one of these stupid parties when someone made you giggle, or maybe during the band’s practice when you were sat in your own chair in the corner, drawing in that curious notebook of yours that no one but you was allowed to see. Not even Kirk.

So, when he began to notice how Kirk was treating you as the month went past, his resentment against him only grew. Most of the time, he’d stay out of it, just boring holes into the back of Kirk’s head after he’s, once again, sent you storming away for something he or one of the other guys have said. But on occasion, he’d follow you, ready to comfort you. Just like he had tonight.

Dave could feel your warm tears soaking through his shirt, and if it’d been anyone else, he probably would have shoved them off of himself in fears of ruining the shirt. But for you, he didn’t care. All he wanted was you being comfortable, and if that meant ruining his Aerosmith shirt, so be it.

Tears stream down your face when you pull away slightly, gasping to get words out, “It’s just- He wasn’t like this when he was in Exodus! And I don’t know if I did something, or- or-”

Dave shushed your teary rambles and shook his head, “You didn’t do anything, Y/N. It’s not your fault,” he assured you, resting his chin atop your head, “Kirk’s just an idiot,”

The sound of your sobs died down after that, your muscles relaxing as you let your body fully press against Dave’s. He was so warm, and so big, too. The way his long arms engulfed you against his chest made you feel so small, like his body could swallow yours whole and keep you warm inside and out. Like he could warm that empty cavity you felt within your chest right then.

After a moment, you noticed the volume of the music coming from inside dying down a bit, only faint notes breaking through the air occasionally. You wondered what time it was, and whether Kirk and the rest of the boys had decided to crash for the night, or if they were still up drinking whatever shitty liquor they had left.

“I dunno what I’m gonna do,” you sigh, subconsciously snuggling into Dave, just trying your hardest to warm up as you thought.

Obviously, you weren’t happy in your relationship with Kirk, but that could be fixed, right? Maybe, if you told him how you were feeling, he would take a step back and realize that he wasn’t being the boyfriend he should be, and that he should take you more into consideration. Or maybe, he just wouldn’t care. Maybe, he wouldn’t realize your worth at all and would just break up with you. Maybe, he just didn’t care anymore.

Your thoughts felt like punches as they banged around inside your head, questioning your entire relationship. You needed a break, that you knew.

You bit your lip, holding back more tears that threatened to pour from your eyes. “I don’t have a car, I don’t have much money, I don’t have anywhere to stay-”

“Sure you do,” Dave drunkenly chimed, his lips tugged into a smirk, “I have a couch,”

You sniffle and look up at him, “Yeah, but I really don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Pfft-” the redhead sputters, shaking his head dismissively, “The last thing you’d be is a bother, Y/N. I’m not a very busy guy.” He assures, “Plus, it’d be kind of nice to have someone other than the dog to talk to. She's a good listener, but she's shit at giving advice.”

You giggle and pull away from Dave, sitting yourself up on his knees. You peak over your shoulder at him, a cheeky grin plastered across your tear-stained face, “So that’s why you make such shitty decisions!”

Dave pushes your shoulder lightly with a scoff, “Says you,” he rebuts, watching intently as you slowly rise to your feet. The jeans you wore showed your shape off perfectly, hugging you in all the right places, and Dave cursed himself for letting his eyes linger for as long as they did.

“Whatever,” you laugh as you run your fingers through your hair, attempting to look at least halfway decent before having to face Kirk for the last time tonight. All you had to do was go into that god forsaken living room, maybe give Kirk a short explanation or just leave a simple note as to where you were going, grab your jacket, and then leave with Dave. It was as simple as that.

“Here, turn around.” Dave instructed, though before you had a chance to react, he was gently pulling you around by your elbow. “Let me get some of this shit off your face,” he mumbled as he took your cheek into his hand, cocking your head up towards him.

God, he’s tall. You thought to yourself, a smile playing at your lips as he furrowed his brows and attempted to rub the stains off with the pad of his thumb. After a bit of struggle, the redhead ran his thumb along his tongue before bringing it back up to your face, continuing to rub the black blotches from your cheeks. The pungent scent of the beer and marijuana ridden saliva hardly bothered you, your mind too busy secretly swooning over the six-foot redhead before you.

“There,” he smiled proudly, giving your cheeks one final rub with the sleeve of his flannel. You gazed up at him for a moment longer than you would have liked, your eyes flickering from his beautiful greenish-brown eyes to his plump lips as your mind wandered into uncharted territory.

How could someone be such a soft, caring person one moment, and then a gruff brute the next? It almost felt like an honor, being exposed to such a sweet, soft side of Dave like this. Especially when he was drunk. Of course, he wasn’t as drunk as usual, but still, it was such a difference that you were sure barely anyone ever got to see.

You took one last glance at his pretty mouth before finally looking away, your head turned to the side. You knew you shouldn’t feel like this about him, especially with what you were going through right then, but you just could never help yourself. It’d been that way the entire month and a half you’d known him, too.

If you watched them practice, your eyes were on Dave the entire time, watching those long, thick fingers of his work up and down his guitar. Maybe Kirk played better, but Dave always looked better. At first, you felt bad about it. Bad about how you’d “accidentally” fantasize about Dave instead of Kirk in your daydreams. Bad about how you couldn’t help but wonder what that light happy trail of his led to whenever he wore one of those cropped shirts. Bad about how you started to have to think about Dave during sex with Kirk, the feeling of it otherwise loveless and rough.

But you realized that Kirk deserved it.

Because maybe, just maybe, if he knew about those thoughts of yours, he’d realize the mistakes he made. Maybe he’d be reminded of what you were worth.

“Thanks,” you mumble, giving Dave a quick, flustered smile before turning around and slowly starting to head into the house, Dave following shortly behind you. He moves up beside you, placing a warm hand on the small of your back. You barely notice the vague touch, his essence very gentle and light against your own as you walk towards the sliding glass door of the kitchen. His presence made you feel much more comfortable walking back into the house. You knew that if any of the guys sent you some mumbly insult, Dave was there to defend you, with words or a fist.

You pull the door’s handle and step through the opening, the strong scent of weed immediately lingering to your nostrils as your body is finally engulfed in warm air. The sound of Lars’s obnoxious Danish accent hit your ears as well, immediately churning a feeling of nausea in your stomach.

Dave must’ve noticed your hesitation as he bent down and mumbled in your ear, not wanting to alert the hostile Dane with his voice, “It’ll be okay, he’s all bark, no bite. You know that,”

You blushed as you looked back at the redhead, “Y-Yeah, I know.” you stutter before gingerly stepping towards the living room, preparing yourself for a messy confrontation.

As you step into the living room, Lars’s drunken rant dies down, all eyes slowly turning to you when you make your way over to the couch. Everyone watched quietly as you picked up your coat and pulled it on before looking up at a very stoned Kirk, “Are you spending the night here?” you ask, very mild mannered while you hook the zipper on the leather coat.

Kirk looks over at Lars for approval, gaining a quick nod. He looks back at you, his gaze suspicious, “Yeah, we can stay. Why?” he asks dumbly, watching you zip your jacket closed.

You stick your hands in your pockets and look up, poking your tongue against your cheek as you quickly question your decisions one last time. You need a break. No exceptions.

“You can stay, Kirk. I’m staying at Dave’s place tonight-”

“What?!” Kirk practically shouts, making everyone else in the room jump before glancing between you and Dave, all thinking the same thing. All thinking that you were a cheating whore.

“I said, I’m staying at Dave’s place tonight. I’ll call you in the morning, and we can figure shit out, but right now, I just need a break.” you sounded exhausted, and you felt it too. You were so ready to take a shower and put on fresh, clean clothes that didn’t smell like sweat and weed, and just sleep for hours.

Kirk gave you an exasperated look before you turned tail and walked up right beside Dave, “Baby, let’s talk about this-”

“No, Kirk. We can talk in the morning when you’re sober,” your voice was stern as you began to walk out, Dave trailing closely behind you almost protectively, as if someone was going to lunge at you at any given moment. Which, honestly, felt possible with the way Lars glared at you, his eyes chanting every demeaning name in the book. But he knew better than to verbalize any of it, being practically half the size of Dave.

Kirk followed after you, pleading helplessly for you to turn back and give him yet another chance, but somehow, you stood your ground. You had no clue how, but you did. Maybe it was the fact you had someone on your side, someone right there to defend you and put that wall up between you and everyone else.

As you stepped through the front door, you took one last glance back at Kirk. He looked sad, but most of all angry. You were surprised he hadn’t attempted to attack Dave in an attempt to get your attention, but he must’ve been wise enough to know that the redhead was too big and strong for him to take on. The look you shared with him only lasted a moment, though, as Dave slammed the door shut in Kirk’s face, the sound echoing throughout the midnight air.

You were both silent for a bit as you followed Dave along the sidewalk, beginning the trek to his apartment. Seemingly thousands of emotions ran through your entire body, some good, some bad. It felt as though you had a mixture of excitement and dread pulling your stomach in all different directions while adrenaline coursed through your veins, making your legs feel like a ball of rubber bands.

You sigh and look up at Dave, “How far is the walk?” you ask softly, subconsciously drifting closer to his side as you walk.

“Like ten minutes,” he answers, “Why?”

You shrug, looking back down at the sidewalk as you mumble, “‘Cause I’m cold,”

Dave thinks for a moment, looking down at you in contemplation before quickly hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. The feeling of his much larger body pushed flush against your own makes you blush, heating you from the inside out as your belly flutters nervously.

He smiles down at your crimson cheeks, “Is that better?”

You nod slowly, not quite sure how to feel about the affection. In your head, it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel right to be so up close and personal with your possibly-ex-boyfriend’s bandmate, practically cuddling like you were a couple.

But to your body, it felt perfect.

You spoke up after a moment, ignoring your internal battle, “Way better,”

#dave mustaine #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine x y/n #dave mustaine x reader #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett #lars ulrich #james hetfield #cliff burton #metallica #dave mustaine fluff #cheating #smut #fluff #angst #bub's writings

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thrasheraxe · 7 months

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can you do 80s or 90s dave x trans masc reader fluff? i have no ideas but i’m asexual and love dave so much

mustaine x trans masc reader

comfort

absolutely i can give it my best shot! i’m not the best person to ask for dave stuff because i prefer to write abt people i know alot about and their personality but i hope this is okay!!

getting home from a long shift was one of your favourite parts of the day. because you knew each and every time dave would be there, like he had promised. his party life had slowed by his own choice because he wished to spend his evenings with you.

as you walk through the door, you’re greeted by a half asleep dave, sprawled out on the couch with a beer in hand. he perks up slightly and smiles at you sleepily.

“hey hon, cmere”

you walk over to the couch, dumping your stuff by the door without care. your exhausted self just wanting to feel the warmth of dave’s arms. you climb into the seat next to him about to speak but he sits up slightly, warm hands wrap around your waist and you’re pulled into his lap.

“well hello to you too” your voice soft as you smile at him with a tired smile. your fingers raising to play with the ends of his long hair, feeling over the smooth strands and sighing softly.

“how was work, pretty boy?”

“hmph, bad. it dragged, just wanted to get home and be here with you.”

he smiles at the comment and pulls you in further, pressing your chest against his and hooking his head over your shoulder. nuzzling into your neck and with a chuckle he speaks

“missing me that much, were you sugar?”

“mhm” you mumble quietly, your hands running through his hair, curling the ends with your fingers.

“you’re so cute when you’re sleepy” his hands ran up and down your back comfortingly, you feel your own eyes get heavy as you bury your face into his shoulder.

“bedtime?” he asks, leaning back and kissing your forehead gently. trailing his hand up your side softly. you nod in agreement and he gives you a warm smile.

without any warning he picks you up and carries you up to your bedroom, peppering kisses all over your face as he walked. his long ginger hair tickling at your cheeks. you giggled and protested

“stooop! dave! h-ah!”

“never, not when you look this sweet, my love” he chuckled, you’d reached the bed now and he placed you down gently, climbing in next to you. he offers an arm out to you and you immediately take it, laying on his chest and wrapping around him.

“you’re like a koala, or a sloth, you know when they just wrap around trees for dear life” he jokes, beginning to stroke your hair, massaging at your scalp and running through each and every strand.

your eyes begin to fail you as the warmth from his skin puts you in a daze, the soothing feeling of his hands just making it worse. you manage to grumble out “shut up, idiot”

he laughs heartily, the sound of it relaxing you even more somehow. you loved hearing him laugh, or seeing him smile, knowing he was only ever this soft with you.

“hey don’t diss the koalas, they’re cute. sloths…well not so much they’re kinda scary”

“you’re so strange sometimes dave.” you sigh happily, eyelids finally fluttering shut, your fingers tracing the skin of his arm. he notices that you were on the edge of sleep and cups your cheek with one hand, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before focusing back on your hair.

“i love you too”

“mmm i love you most”

#fluff!!#how did i do #i dont know #aaaaa this was nice lil break #hope you enjoy it!!#asexual people rock!!#dave mustaine #dave mustaine fluff #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine x trans masc reader #axl’s thoughts #megadeth

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mustainegf · 8 days

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Hey love!!! I've been thinking really much about rust in peace era and Vault era Dave. Like imagine youre his best friend that has been teasing him all day with a short skirt and he just cant take it anymore so he fucks you so hard you can't feel your tummy. Also i love his hands so much they're so big and veiny hdbcismdhskdisndysjsbdu. I hope you understand me. (Oral f receiving, fingering, rearanging guts...)

I screamed when I read this, I love you so much nonnie, pls dm me I wanna be ur friend 🙏🏼🙏🏼

As the day waned, the lights dimmed, and I couldn't shake the feeling of Dave's eyes tracing every contour of my figure.

The short skirt I'd chosen that morning seemed to have a magnetic effect on him, drawing his attention with every subtle sway of my hips.

With each deliberate bend to retrieve something or reach for a pen, I could practically feel his gaze burning into my skin. And whenever I brushed against him, I couldn't suppress the thrill that shot through me, or ignore the distinct bulge in his pants.

Dave and the guys had just finished up their set, and I was waiting for Dave backstage. I was excited to see him so worked up again. A large part of me liked to tease him, make him think dirty thoughts.

Maybe it was wrong, doing such a thing to my best friend, but how could I help it? Ever since they've been doing shows for their new album "Rust In Peace" I haven't been able to keep my eyes off him, or tame the flutter in my crotch.

Suddenly, my eyes snapped over, watching as Dave trudged down the hall. He looked so sexy, the shiny thin necklace, jeans, bullet belt, and the crisp white button up that was undone all the way to his stomach. His fiery long hair flowed behind him, a hunger in his eyes I'd never seen before.

"You." He points at me as he arrives at my side.

"You're coming with me. Now." He demanded, grabbing my arm as he whisked us away into an empty dressing room.

I glance down at his large hand gripping at me, tugging me into the room and shutting the door.

His veins flared and his eyes were sharp. I'd never seen him so needy.

"What are you doing?" I whisper as Dave locks the door. "I'm gonna ruin you." He grunts, his fingers clenching my arm even harder. "That's what I'm doing."

He growls, pushing me to the wall, kissing me with a fervor that surprised me. It wasn't playful, not sweet. It was hungry, desperate, passionate. It was everything I never knew I needed.

"Just love my attention huh? Prancing around in this skimpy little thing all day?" He tugs slightly at my small skirt.

"Dave." I moan softly, a name I'd moaned many times before, not to him, but to myself in the dark of the night, when my fingers were buried between my thighs. Dave was quick to tear off my tank top along with my bra.

"God..." he groans, sucking dark marks onto my breasts, my hand tangling in his long fluffy hair.

"Do you have any idea how long I've held back on you? How many times I've wanted to fuck this gorgeous body of yours?" He muttered into my ear, his skilled hands reaching below my skirt and tugging my delicate panties to the side.

"If you don't stop talking, I'm going to come right here and now," I threaten. "Good." He smirks, nipping at my shoulder as he slides two fingers deep inside me.

"Fuck." I gasp, bucking my hips against him, seeking more. He pumps my pussy, his thumb circling my swollen clit. My head falls back against the wall as he finger fucks me relentlessly.

"Tell me..." he grunted, his eyes like daggers on mine. "How often do you touch yourself to me," he grins evilly, curling his fingers inside me.

"I- I don't..." I whimper. I wasn't too sure why I had lied, I was obviously enjoying this. "Lie to me again and I won't let you finish."

He growled, looking at me with a murderous expression. "Every night." I manage to spit out through my teeth.

"Such a slut, my slut," he kisses my jaw, his fingers pumping faster. "Are you ever gonna wear a skirt like this again? Have you learned your lesson yet?"

He grits out, those words laced with filth. "I learned my lesson-oh, Dave.. please, I'll only wear it for you, Dave..." I babble, my voice breathless.

"Good girl, fuck- I gotta taste you..." Dave dropped to his knees, holding my skirt up. "Legs apart." He instructed.

With a gulp, I Leaned further back against the wall, nudging my legs apart. I could feel his quick hot breath on my slick, and it only turned me on more.

Without warning, he latched onto my clit, sucking and nibbling on it, driving me insane. I dug my nails into his scalp, my legs trembling around his head. I didn't know if I could take it anymore.

"Please... right there," I pleaded, and he did the unthinkable, he pushed his tongue inside of me.

After being friends for so long, and now he was fucking me with his tongue. I screamed out, my head flinching back.

"Let me hear those pretty sounds," he muttered into my pussy, his tongue still darting at my insides.

"Oh God," I cry out, my body tightening. Dave took this well because he started eating me like he was starving. "Mmmmm." I moan, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"Dave! Ohhhh!" I scream out in pleasure, my walls contracting around his tongue. I couldn't stop myself from cumming, feeling that sweet realest implode inside my core. He drank me in, swallowing every drop until the last little pulse.

"Fuck, you taste even better than I thought," he grinned, giving a few kisses to my thighs before standing back up.

His lips found mine, and I could taste myself on his tongue. While our lips fought, I reached down to palm him in his jeans. I brushed against his bulge, his pants incredibly strained.

"Are you on the pill?" Dave asked under his breath, his gaze serious as he watched me.

I shook my head no, I didn't sleep with many men, embarrassingly. "That's okay, I'll get you some after okay? I need to cum in you so bad," he groaned. I helped him tear off the bullet belt, and he quickly stepped out of his jeans and boxers. Holy shit. He was big. Bigger than I thought he would be. He noticed my staring. "It's all for you," Dave uttered, gripping my thighs with his large hands and lifting me up to sit flush against the wall, my legs wrapped around his hips.

His cock touched my entrance and I shuddered.

"So sensitive." I bit my lip, nodding at him, the tip of his cock touching my clit.

"Fuck, need to be in you..." Dave groaned, resting his head on my shoulder as he thrusted up into me, filling me in one swift movement.

"Yessss!" I yelled out. "Oooh, god yes," I cried out, digging my nails in his shoulders. He felt amazing inside me, thick, full, and he hit all the right places.

He pumped me slow, kissing and nipping at my lips, cheeks, and chin. I ran my hands up his back, loving the rippling muscles beneath my fingertips.

Dave slammed into me so fast I nearly lost my breath.

"You're so wet," he croaked, kissing my throat. "Yeah, you drive me crazy, always thinking about you," I rasp, a small chuckle following.

"You're mine," Dave said lowly, fucking his throbbing cock into me.

It sounded so dirty but in the best way possible.

"Yours," I whispered, tilting my head back. "Come on baby, give me what I want." He coaxed, moving faster.

Fuck, it felt like he was bruising my insides, and rearranging them while he was at it. "Dave! Oh, Dave..." I whined out to him.

"That's it, take it, take it like the good girl you are," Dave grunted, ramming his hips back and forth.

"Fuck yes, yeah, just like that, just like that," he chanted as he picked up the pace. He pounded me mercilessly, he didn't hold back, and Iloved it.

"Dave- oh.. right there..." I panted for air, his cock continuously knocking it out of me.

"Yeah baby, right there." Dave whispered, kissing the shell of my ear. He kept a nice rhythm, always hitting the right spots. "So close... so close," I panted out. "Yeah, just like that."

He grunted, fucking me senseless against the wall.

"Yeah, so good for me, baby," he gasped out, my nipples grazing his chest. I could hear his heavy breathing.

I strained my neck, flinching wildly as I felt my orgasm creep up. "DAVE!" I yelped, far louder than I should’ve.

My inner walls quivered around him, clamping down on his cock.

"Holy shit," he cursed, shaking his head, almost as if he was in disbelief. He continued to thrust in and out of me, causing me to shudder even more.

When he came, he didn't try to hold it back.

"Ohhh God, oh God!" he bellowed, his cum splashing into me. I could feel him pulsing inside me.

We both stayed like that for a moment, savoring each other. We both stopped moving, resting against each other as we tried to breathe at a regular pace.

Dave rested his head over my shoulder, a long exhale leaving his lips. "I love you," he said under his ragged breath.

I smiled, running my fingers through his hair, "I love you too." I sighed, not wanting to leave this moment. I knew it couldn't last forever, but I wasn't ready to face reality yet.

Dave pressed his forehead to mine, his hazel eyes boring into me. He kept his gaze locked on mine as he carefully slipped out and set me down back on the floor. "Can you walk?" He asked with a nervous chuckle. His dominant veil had been lifted to show the man who I'd known forever.

"I think so," I giggled, stretching my aching legs.

"Come back to my place, then I can fuck you properly, yeah?" Dave grinned.

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dave-me0wstaine · 8 months

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imagining late 80s/early 90s dave who absolutely towers over his girlfriend in every sense of the word. big hands, big arms, big cock. and he revels in every second of it.

dave loves brushing up against you while you struggle to reach something on a high shelf. he loves flaunting just how much bigger he is than you, how his body covers yours.

he loves pulling you into his lap, having you snuggle up to him. he loves wrapping his arms around you, casing you into him. he loves whenever he gets hard underneath you, and you begin to squirm in his hold so he can use his big arms to keep you still.

dave especially loves whenever he's got you trapped underneath him. somehow you look even smaller like this. he loves how he makes you writhe and mewl with his big hands roaming your body, lighting your insides on fire.

he also loves the more simple, domestic things that come with the size difference. he loves being able to carry you to your shared bed after he sees that you've fallen asleep on the couch. he loves wrapping his arms around yours in a bone-breaking hug after a long day of work. he just loves you <33

#dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine fluff #megadeth x reader #megadeth smut

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deadaccount1-2-3 · 1 year

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hiiii, could you write some fluff with dave mustaine???

thank you so much

Sure thing! Sorry if this is t that good I wrote it at work because I was bored. 😭 But I still hope you like it.

Dave Mustaine x Reader FLUFF

Warnings: Idk, maybe mentions anxiety and loneliness or cursing

Exhausted

Dave was on tour again, and he was supposed to come back earlier that day. Sadly he didn’t, leaving you alone for another night. You sighed loudly, feeling the loneliness overwhelm your bedroom.

You hated when this would happen. It was already bad enough being left alone for long periods of time while he was on tour, but then he would be late and wouldn’t even call to tell you. Your anxiety began eating at you, whispering terrifying things into your ears about why Dave was late.

Of course this was a common occurrence, so it still confused you why you let the bad thoughts get to you. He was more than likely all right. His plane could’ve been late, or he decided to go out drinking with his mates before going home. However your mind told you different stories, and the more you dwelled on them the more possible they seemed.

You tried sleeping. Changing positions several times within a few minutes, attempting to get comfortable enough for your body to shut down and rid you of your thoughts. You couldn’t sleep though, not when you were lonely. This was another dilemma you faced while he toured. You hated sleeping alone, especially when you were alone and anxious. It was always such a struggle with you because your mind and body wouldn’t die down until he was by your side, caressing your soft skin, telling you how much he adored you.

You finally laid on your side, facing towards your window, which dimly lit the room with moonlight. You were somewhat comfortable now, and your exhaustion was finally settling in. You closed your eyes and began to drift off, hoping Dave would be home by the morning. Lucky for you you wouldn’t have to wait that long.

Your bedroom door creaked, but you didn’t feel like looking over. The slight breeze in the house would always move it, causing it to creek, so you never payed it any mind.

Dave was now in your bedroom, silently undressing himself, stripping down to his boxers as he cursed himself for not being quieter. You heard his clothing hit the floor, and his belt buckle made a loud clank.

“Shit,” he whispered, his voice slightly slurred.

Before you could roll over and greet him he began climbing in bed. He immediately snugged up to you and kissed your shoulder. You turned over and looked up at him. He smelled like alcohol, explaining the late night, no call, and the inability to be quiet.

“I missed you,” you quietly said, moving as close as possible to him and pecking his lips. He returned the favor by turning your gentle peck into a short, but passionate, kiss.

“I missed you more,” he flashed his drunken smile at you. Every feeling of anxiety and loneliness left after that, replaced by pure happiness and love. You kissed him again before the two of you cuddled with each other and fell asleep quickly.

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 2 months

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Dave Mustaine pampering and praising the reader during sex after she had a difficult day pls 🙏

Been going through some serious Dave Mustaine brain rot myself, the Dave requests came at the right time lol

If you like my writing and want to request anything please do, I am very bored and will get to it as soon as I can :3

Warnings: Smut, crying, fluff, if you think I missed something please let me know, otherwise please enjoy :3

Minimum wage jobs suck ass. This whole week has just been the worst, never ending and with god awful people around you all the time. Today was your last straw, one too many people yelled at you and it just seemed like no matter what you did it was wrong.

On your way home you decided you deserved a treat for working so hard and stopped at your favourite cafe. Only to find it was closed.

You could feel the tears brimming in your eyes as you kept driving, you thought about pulling over but you were so close to home that you just kept going. The only thing on your mind was getting home, crawling into bed and not leaving for an indefinite amount of time.

The door opened to a mostly quiet house. Dave, your boyfriend, was sitting on the couch in the living room watching whatever was on the TV. He looked bored out of his mind but when he saw you his face lit up, only for a moment until he realised that you had been crying.

Dave rushed over to you, wrapping his arms around you tight and peppering your face in kisses. “Oh, my poor baby, what happened?” He asked, his voice soft and sweet. You opened your mouth to explain but no words came up. He shook his head and held you close to him, just letting you cry. “It’s ok, you’re ok now.” He cooed.

Dave picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, koala style. He gently placed you down on the bed and got under the covers with you, his hands moving up and down your sides as he continued to hold you. You stayed in his embrace until you finally stopped crying. “Did my baby have a rough day?” The ginger asked. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead when you nodded. Dave sucked his teeth. “Well we can’t have that, now can we?”

His hands slipped under your work shirt and he slipped it over your head. Dave helped you out of your work pants and even took off your socks. Now you were sat up against the headboard in just your underwear in front of him. Dave was in front of you, taking his own clothes off to even the score. When he was down to the same covering as you he began rubbing your shoulders. “You’re ok now, right?” He asked with a soft smile. You nodded with a sad smile.

Dave undid your bad and tossed it aside. His big, calloused hands massaged your chest and shoulder blades, his attempt to relieve your body of any stress. He kissed up and down your neck and collarbones, placing a few on your shoulders as he continued the work with his hands.

Soon he got you out of your underwear, taking his own off as well. You reached for his half-hard dick but he brushed your hand away. “Today is about you.” He hummed and kissed your cheek.

Dave kept on peppering you with kisses and love bites while he got you to lay down and he was hovering over top of you, arms caging your head, his ginger locks framing your face. “You are so beautiful, you know that?” You smiled up at him. “Tell me you know that, I want to hear you say it.” You paused for a moment.

“I-I know that.” You muttered. Dave stared at you, waiting for the rest of it. “I-I know that I’m beautiful.” You told him. He nodded.

“Good, now I want you to believe that by the end of the night.” He pressed his lips to your in a passionate kiss. One of Dave’s hands came down and his thumb began circling your clit, sending jolts through you. When he decided you were wet enough he slipped a finger in and started pumping it in and out of you, nice and slow so he knew he could curl his fingers and hit that special spot in your gummy walls.

Soft moans left your lips and Dave slipped another finger in you to stretch you out for him. “Such a good girl.” He cooed in your ear. He continued to motions, kissing and pumping and licking until you could barely focus on him.

The build-up in your gut was hot and tight, just waiting to burst. “Come on, you can cum for me.” He pecked your cheek. “I’m here for you right now, don’t wait for me to tell you to cum.” Like that you came undone on his fingers, squirming and twitching underneath him. His hand didn’t stop moving, letting you ride out your high on his fingers. “Such a good girl for me.” He praised, kissing your lips. “Are you ready?” He asked.

“Yes, Davie, please.” You said with a smile, looking up at him with glazed over eyes. Dave chuckled as he lined himself up with you and slowly pushed his tip in.

“Fuck, so tight for me, baby, even after I stretched you out.” He groaned, eyes rolling back. He kept pushing in until he bottomed out. “Doesn’t hurt, does it?” He asked, looking back down at you. You shook your head, mouth opened in a silent ‘oh’ at the feeling of him deep inside you. “Good, don’t need my baby feeling even worse, do we now?” He kissed your cheeks and the tip of your nose before landing on your lips where he stayed as he started moving his hips in smooth, slow circles.

He hit all the best spots in just the right way, he knew you so well. His hips moved faster, pulling out more thrusting in harder. Your voice got louder and your eyes rolled back. “That’s right, just- fuck- just let your body feel good right now.” Dave managed to get out between grunts and groans. That knot came back again and you could already feel it beginning to pop.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Davie, Davie ‘m close.” You whined. Your hands were planted on his back and your nails dug into his skin. Dave didn’t stop or slow down, he kept going at the same pace until your back arched off the bed.

The way you were clenching around Dave must’ve gotten him pretty close too because his hips started sputtering. You knew he wouldn’t cum right now if he could hold it back. “Davie, Davie please, please cum inside, wanna feel you inside, please.” You begged. Dave just shook his head and sat back on his knees. He hoisted your hips to meet his and went back to fucking you.

The room filled with your moans and whines, skin hitting skin along with Dave’s softer grunts and groans. “Fuck, just-just cum one more time, baby, know you can do that, so good, so good for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, bringing your hand down to touch yourself.

Dave’s hands were on your hips as he bucked into you relentlessly. The pleasure had your head spinning and you came all over him once more, your juices dripping down onto Dave’s lap and the sheets below. That was the last that Dave could take and you felt his seed spilling into you, white liquid spurting out and hitting your walls.

The both of you kind of stopped, Dave attempted to continue his thrusts but he was just out of it, leaving you both sweaty, heavy breathing messes.

The ginger flopped down beside you and pulled you close. He kissed your forehead before speaking. “So beautiful. So pretty. I love you so much, you know?” You nodded.

“I know, I love you too, Davie.” You smiled up at him. You stayed like that for a while before Dave went to run you a bath. He got the temperature just right, lit some candles with your favourite scents, he even sprinkled some epsom salts and your favourite flower petals in.

Given the thought going into the bath you assumed he’d taken notice of your bad mood earlier on and got everything ready in advance, which only made it all the more sweeter.

Dave got in with you, he sat behind you and gave you a small massage while he helped you wash up. At some point you fell asleep to him whispering sweet nothings to you. “So pretty, so sweet. My perfect baby, I love you so, so much.”

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