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𝔦'𝔪 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔶𝔢𝔱

requested by 🩰 ✨! gah dayum i love mr mustaine

☾after a long day, 1991-era dave mustaine finds pure satisfaction in passionately and relentlessly worshipping his lover, taking pleasure in her pleasure.☽

☾warnings: smut, oral sex (receiving), beard burn mentions, mild dom/sub dynamics, semi-public setting (living room)☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚metallica masterlist

the door slammed shut behind him, echoing through the quiet of your apartment. dave leaned against it for a moment, his wild red hair damp with sweat from hours in the studio. the familiar leather of his jacket creaked as he shrugged it off, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. his eyes found yours, sharp and blue, and despite the exhaustion hanging over him, a smirk tugged at his lips.

“you miss me?” he drawled, his voice thick and gravelly, laced with just the right amount of cocky charm to make your heart race.

you didn’t have time to respond. he was already on you, his calloused hands sliding to the small of your back as he kissed you, slow and deliberate. the faint tang of cigarettes and whiskey lingered on his lips, mingling with the musk of leather and sweat. when he finally pulled back, his beard brushed against your cheek, rough and warm, leaving a tingle in its wake.

“you look so good,” he murmured, his hand slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. “been thinking about you all day.”

before you could process his words, he was guiding you to the couch, the weight of him pressing into you as his lips found yours again. his touch was insistent but never rushed, like he wanted to savor every second.

“let me take care of you,” he said, his voice soft but commanding. it wasn’t a question—it never was with dave.

your jeans were tugged down in one fluid motion, his large hands curling around your thighs to spread them apart. the cool air hit your skin for a moment before his warmth replaced it, his breath ghosting over you in a way that sent a shiver racing down your spine.

the first touch of his tongue was slow, deliberate, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he tasted you. he worked like a man starved, his movements calculated but fueled by raw hunger. his beard brushed against your skin, the roughness a delicious contrast to the softness of his tongue.

“fuck,” he muttered against you, the vibrations making your toes curl. he glanced up, his eyes hooded and heavy with desire. “you taste so good, baby. could do this forever.”

you gasped as he wrapped his lips around you, his tongue flicking against the most sensitive part of you with a precision that made your head spin. his hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he lost himself in you. every moan, every gasp, every tremble of your body seemed to fuel him, his movements growing more fervent as he chased your pleasure like it was his own.

“you gonna cum for me?” he murmured, his voice muffled but dripping with need. his beard glistened as he pulled back just enough to speak, his lips curling into a wicked grin. “come on, baby. let me hear you.”

you couldn’t hold back. the tension that had been building inside you finally snapped, your body arching off the couch as a cry escaped your lips. dave didn’t let up, his tongue and fingers working you through every wave of pleasure until you were left trembling beneath him.

when he finally pulled back, his lips and beard slick, he looked up at you with a satisfied smirk. “told you i could do this all night,” he said, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before climbing back up to hover over you.

his thumb brushed your cheek, his eyes softening as he took in your blissed-out expression. “but i’m not done yet,” he added, his voice dropping into a low rumble. “not even close.”

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mm... m.. more dave... dilf dave... mean dom dilf dave...... please..... dilf dave.... (I've gone insane)

A/n: There was a point Dave and his wife, Pamela, got into a fight and she walked out on him, this fic happened after that if they hadn't gotten back together

Warnings: Smut, size difference, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You met Dave at a parental support group, everyone acted weird around him which just made things worse for him and his kids. You didn't get it and started talking to him, quickly becoming his person.

It didn't take long for you to realize just how much you liked him, you figured he wouldn't feel the same so you ignored it and carried on from day to day.

As much as Dave came to you you went to him. You had had a really bad day at work and could not be more thankful that you didn't have your kid for the day. You called Dave and asked to come over, to which he happily agreed.

"And it's, like..." You trailed, poking at the food Dave had made for you. "Three people! Three people, I got yelled at by three people in less than an hour first thing in the morning for something I didn't even fucking do!" You huffed and let your head fall onto your arm.

Dave hid a smile behind his hand but he couldn't hide the small chuckle that escaped him. "I'm sorry, it's not funny."

"No, it's not." You barked.

Dave lightly swatted at your thigh. "Calm down, I'm on your side."

"Calm down?" You sat up again. "Calm down. You-you're telling me to calm down?" You could feel all the emotions you'd been pushing down bubbling up.

Dave's expression hardened. "Watch the bass in your voice when you're talking to me, darling." You rolled your eyes at him and went back to poking your food. Dave took your face in his hands, squishing your cheeks and making you look at him. "Hey, do I need to spank some manners back into you?" He asked, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

You chewed your cheek as you thought about it, it wouldn't be the worst end to your day.

Dave let go of your head and went back to his own food. "I wouldn't do that, you know." He murmured, taking a bite. "If I was gonna do anything..." He trailed, gaze flickering back to see you waiting patiently for his next words. He looked back to his plate. "I'd treat you like a queen... you need some love after your day." He finally said, poking at his own food again.

You didn't take your eyes off of him. Of all things, you hadn't expected that. He was the lead singer and lead guitarist of a founding thrash metal band, he'd toured the world before he'd even met you, you expected... anything but that.

"A queen seems a little excessive." You said with a soft chuckle as your fork scraped the plate through your food.

Dave's attention snapped back to you. "Are you actually going to eat that?" You raised a brow at him, the looked back to the plate. "If you're just going to sit there and complain I'll give you something else to think about."

It all happened so fast after that; his hands on your body, yours and his clothes being dropped in the hallway as he led you to his room, lips never leaving yours for a moment. By the time you were on his bed, in his lap with your hands in his hair, you were both naked.

"That's it." Dave mused, cupping your ass in his palms. Your hands were planted on his shoulders, steadying yourself as you sank down on his length. "Keep your eyes on me, darling, you're doing so good." He praised, watching where your bodies connected, the way you stretched around him.

Your face morphed with pleasure, lips parting with soft moans and heavy breaths. You already felt so full of him, you looked down to see another inch or two to go so you just let go of your weight, gasping when his tip hit deep inside you, creating a bulge in your stomach.

"Oh, look at that." He gleamed, lightly tracing the bump with his finger. "Taking me so well, bet you feel stuffed, huh?" He asked, leaning closer to kiss down your neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there.

"Feels-feels s'good, Davie." You managed to say. Your hands moved from his shoulders, arms wrapping around his neck and holding yourself close to him.

Dave gave a small hum. "Davie." He repeated, hot breath fanning over your neck. "I'll make your day, but I get to ask for something, don't I?" He pulled away to look at you, holding your face in his big hand. "Daddy. Say it. Call me daddy."

You felt your face heat up at the request. You couldn't turn him down, not when he was effortlessly hitting every spot in you. "Can-can you move, daddy..." You asked, a nervousness in your voice.

His smirk widened and he nodded. "Of course, darling, anything for you." He flipped you over onto your back, muscular arms encasing you.

Dave held himself up on his elbows, caging you in. Your legs wrapped around his waist, arms still around his neck. His lips connected with yours again as he pulled back, setting a slow rhythm with his thrusts.

Your moans filled the room, Dave's kisses trailing down your neck. Looking down you saw Dave's cock, slick with you as he got sucked back in again and again. You saw how deep he went from the bulge, long and thick.

He brought his hand down to rub your clit, not changing his pace. "That's good, isn't it?" He asked.

You nodded, body twitching. "Yes! Yes, feels so good, daddy." You moaned, eyes fluttering. "I-I'm so close, gonna cum-mh!" Your eyes screwed shut, hips bucking but Dave was quick to force you back down with a harsh snap of his own hips, his face buried in your neck.

"Ah-ah, just-just stay still, darling." He was getting close too, pulsing in your welcoming warmth. "Let me do the work, you've had a rough day, haven't you?" He asked, lifting himself up to look at you, wanting to watch just how good he was making you feel.

You nodded. "I-it- I had-" Your words were strangled by moans.

"Shh, just let it feel good." His calloused fingers rubbed your clit in small circles. He was perfect, he didn't change a thing, he found what you liked, he searched for your pleasure and it washed over you like a thousand volts of electricity.

Dave wasn't far behind you, not with the way you were clenching around him so deliciously, his low groans flooding your mind.

He pulled out of you, running his hand down your side as he sat back to look at you. His breathing was heavy and his smile was proud. "Look at you." He mused. "So pretty, all tired and relaxed... you're always so stressed..." He moved further down the bed, spreading your thighs apart.

He stared at you in awe, the way his cum got pushed out of your with every flutter of your puffy and used hole. You wanted to watch him but you were tired, your body was drained, mind foggy from the way he made you cum.

Dave licked through your folds, happily swallowing your mixed juices. He hummed in satisfaction. "You taste amazing, love." He continued to lap up your cum, looking up at you and watching your reactions to find what you liked.

His tongue swirled around your clit, flicking it to a good beat. He pushed his muscle inside of you, nose bumping your sensitive nub. He could do this for hours, watching you come undone all over again.

Every time he saw you you were tense over something, bills, kids, work, whatever it was there was always something. If he'd known all it took to help you was a little affection he would've done this months ago, now he'd have to make up for lost time.

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I think about this sometimes.. anywyas

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Remember the thing they did for Toki's birthday

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sorry if this is like uncomfortable or off limits but uhhh

really sweet and loving smut with dave- him and his gf have been dating for a few years now but shes still a virgin and whenever Dave made advances on her she would go until they got their pants off bc she was too embarressed- but one day, Dave makes sure they have the most perfect day together, going out and getting fav foods, doing fav actvoties all the good stuff and hopes the night will end w them in bed. she hesitates a lot but agrees none the less and they get the the bedroom and kissing and stuff and when he has her laid out on the bed he reaches to take off her skirt/pants but she gets really nervous and scared again bc she thinks that hell think shes a monster or ugly or messed up but she just has SH scars on her thighs and dave reassures her and comforts her that nothing vcould make him think that and he takes them off and feels a bit sad that she once did that but kisses them and praises her and is just very sweet and then its gentle loving smut

sorry this is so so so so so so so so so long and confusing but yah love ur fics btw

A/n: Something about Dave just gives me the vibes of “hurt her and I’ll kill you” but in a “I’ll give anything for her” kind of way, y’know?

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), angst, talk about self harm, brief description of scars, drugs (just at the beginning), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

"She's just gonna stop you again." Junior said, chuckling as he held the joint between his fingers out for Dave to take.

The ginger scoffed as he took the joint, bringing to his lips. "She won't, she said she was ready." He insisted, holding the air in as he spoke before letting smoke flood out his nose.

Junior made a face and Dave pushed him, knocking him off the box he was sitting on. They just laughed, so hard Dave fell off his own box and they laughed harder.

"Fuck, we are so high." Junior mused, reaching for the joint back.

Dave had planned out the perfect day for you, a walk down through the park, down by a creek and taking a straight from there to a new café he knew you'd been wanting to go check out. Then it was back to your place and he'd finally get to have you to himself.

Everything had been going great, just the way he planned, although he hadn't expected the food to be so pricey, but it didn't matter so long as he got to see you smile.

As you walked with him up the street, getting closer to your house, you could tell something was on his mind but he wouldn't say.

"Come on! Just give me a hint." You pleaded, tugging on his arm thrown over your shoulder.

"No, it'll ruin the surprise!" He said, laughing at your insistence.

You chewed your cheek, thinking for a moment as you turned the corner, your house coming into view. "Tell me or no you're sleeping outside." Dave stopped completely at that.

"Are you kidding me?" He asked, eyes wide in fear that you weren't joking.

You bit your lip as you thought it over, eventually shaking your head. "No, I want my cuddles tonight." Dave let out the breath he'd been holding in and wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Don't scare me like that." You chuckled as he lifted you up, letting you wrap yourself around him like a koala bear. "I'm serious, I'm not a dog, I'm your boyfriend."

"That you are, Davie, that you are." You purred, kissing along his jaw as he walked the rest of the way to your house.

He pulled the keys from the back pocket of your jeans and opened the door, letting you hold onto him until he set you down on your bed. He hovered over top of you between your legs, arms on either side of your head, caging you in while his soft hair fell around his face, framing it.

Not that you could see it, his lips barely left yours for longer than a second to mumbled something into your mouth. However, you felt his hand sliding lower on your body, groping your chest which he'd done countless times before, moving down your sides and squeezing your hips and waist, mapping out your curves.

His hands didn't stop and he unbuttoned your jeans before you could stop him. "Davie-Davie, wait." You said, pushing on his shoulders until he pulled away.

"Why, what-what happened?" He asked, looking over you for anything that could be wrong, searching for what was making you uncomfortable.

"I- we-we have to stop." You said, squirming under him.

"Why?" He asked, brows furrowing slightly. He didn't mean to get upset but it was hard not to, he loved you, he didn't want to hurt you, he wanted to show you how much he loved you. "Tell me why, I'll get off if you just tell me why."

You nervously bit your lip, holding yourself up on your elbows. It's not that you didn't want to go further, you tried to convince yourself every single time that it would be fine but you had to stop before he saw what you'd done to yourself when you were younger.

"I- my legs are... I have scars." You muttered, looking down to the sheets instead of him.

"Scars?" He repeated, looking for confirmation. "Like, stretchmarks?" He asked. "You're scared I won't like your fucking stretchmarks? Oh my god, are you fucking kidding me-"

"They're not fucking stretchmarks, Dave." You bit, cutting him off.

He stared at you for a moment, not having expected you to use such a harsh tone with him. "Then what is it?" He asked, his voice significantly lighter.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the upcoming conversation. "They're from me..." You mumbled, still not looking at him.

The pieces slowly connected in his mind and his expression softened. "Sweetheart, you made them?" He asked, reaching up to cup your face in his hand. "Why? Why would you do that?"

You chewed your cheek, not really having an answer, not one that would be good enough for him, anyway. "When I was younger... Highschool was hard, Dave." You mumbled, hoping even though it was vague it would satisfy him.

Dave looked over your eyes for a good long moment before inhaling deeply. "Well, highschools over, you have me now." He kissed your lips and moved down to your jaw and neck. "And I love" then he kissed your collarbone and pushed up your shirt to reveal your stomach, "every." he kissed just under your bra. "Single." Your abdomen. "Part." Finally he tugged your jeans down and you lifted your lips to let him.

He took in the scars embedded in your otherwise pristine skin, some deeper than others, all over your thighs. His gaze met yours as he continued to pull your jeans off. "I love this part of you, too." He said, making sure you heard him. "I don't love that you felt like you had to do this, but I love you no matter what."

Dave adjusted himself so he was laying between your legs, his arms hooked under your thighs as he held the plush flesh of them in handfuls.

He planted tender kisses over your scarred tissue, looking up at you periodically to make sure you were watching and enjoying yourself.

Soon his kisses moved to your panties, watching you twitch and bite your lip. Dave smiled and kissed right over your clothed clit. "That feels good, doesn't it?" He asked, waiting for you to nod before he continued. "It's gonna feel a lot better soon." He assured, giving a last kiss to your scars before pulling your panties out of the way and licking up your folds.

He hummed, satisfied with the noise it drew from you. His tongue swirled around your clit, listening to the whines you let slip passed your lips as he did. "God, you sound so pretty." He mused, licking up you again before his tongue delved into you.

Your hand slammed down onto the mattress, clutching onto the sheets as he fucked you on his muscle, his eyes staring up at you the entire time as his nose repeatedly bumped your clit. Your hands clenched and flexed, mind going blurry at the sensations he was bringing between your twitching legs and trembling thighs.

He watched you come undone, watched your hands finally let go of the sheets to grab onto his hair so you could pull him right to you, holding his face to your cut as you rode out your high on his face. "Hah-! Oh-oh, fuck, Dave!" You moaned, back arching off the bed and your head fell back.

Your foot pushed down on Dave's back gently, moving down his torso as you slowly came down from your high, breathing as heavy as your eyelids.

Dave moved back up the bed, wiping his mouth and chin of your juices. "How was that?" He asked as he hovered over you, hands planted on either side of your head. "Feeling loved yet?" He teased, pecking your cheek.

You chuckled, hands going to his shoulders. "Mm... I could use some more love." You said, pulling him down to kiss you. "You know, to really feel it." He smirked at the implications of your words, grinding against you, his jeans snagging your clit and making you whimper into the kiss.

"I can do that, I can definitely do that." He muttered against your lips. He reached down to undo his own jeans, pushing them down and kicking them off the bed before he pulled away and tore his shirt off over his head, tossing it to the ground with the rest of the clothes.

He looked down at you, still with your shirt bunched up by your tits. You sat up, pulling it off and wrapping your arms around his neck, lips crashing into his once more.

Neither of you broke the kiss, only taking quick gasps for short breaths. Dave unclipped your bra and slid it off your arms before trying to get your panties off, only to eventually give up and just snap the flimsy strings on the sides.

Dave quickly got his own boxers off and pulled you into his lap, easily slipping into you in a swift thrust and holding you down as you moaned. "Ngh- just sit-sit still for a minute, it'll- fuck, it'll feel good in a second." He stammered, trying to hide his own sounds, his muscular arms tightening around you.

Needing more friction you reached down to rub your clit, Dave took it as a sign to start moving so he rolled his hips up, bucking into you. You choked out a moan, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Dave snapped his hips into you, tip of his dick angled just right for you. When he heard the moan that left you, felt your muscles relax in against him, he knew he found your sweet spot and hit it repeatedly, setting a steady rhythm.

"That's it, let me do all the work, let me show you how much I love you." He said, mouth not far from your ear so you could hear every word of his praise. "You sound so pretty, and, fuck, let me show you how much you deserve to be loved."

Part of you wanted to stay hidden in his neck, but the other part won, the part that wanted to pull away and bounce on him, to hold onto his shoulders and watch him fuck you.

Even sitting in his lap you were only barely eyelevel with him. His bruised lips parted slightly, just enough for soft grunts and grown to leave him, along with whatever affection he decided to spill to you. His eyelids were heavy, lust and adoration swirling in his pupils.

The knot in your gut was tightening again, Dave was close and pulsing in your gummy walls. "Don't-don't ever do that again." He blurted, struggling to keep the same rhythm. You tried to ask what he was talking about but it just came out as moans. "If-if you ever, ever feel like that again you-you come to me and I-I'll- fuck, I cah-can't-!" With a few final thrusts he finished inside you, cum painting your insides.

You followed shortly after, fingers still on your clit, the warm, gooey feeling he spilt in you was nice too.

Dave lowered you down onto the bed, pulling out and curling up beside you. His arms stayed nicely wrapped around you as you laid your head on his chest.

"So," you started once you got your breathing right again, "do you want to finish what you were saying?"

Dave snorted and shook his head. "No fucking way." He brought a hand up to play with your hair. "You're tired, go to sleep, I'll be right here when you wake up." You didn't have to be told twice, smiling softly and letting the sound of his heartbeat and breathing lull you to sleep.

Dave lay there awake, tired but not enough to sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about you, about what might've driven you to do such a thing to yourself. He didn't see you as a monster, some messed up psychiatric patient, you were still his love, his girlfriend. You were still you, just with a little more hurt that he needed to help heal.

"If..." He started, voice low to avoid waking you up. "If you ever feel the need to hurt yourself... you come to me first, sweetheart, I'll help." He knew you couldn't hear him so he continued. "You can hurt me all you want, can't break plastic... but you, love... you are the stained glass in a century old chapel."

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megadeath battle jacket

y’all really liked the other one i posted so i finally made the preview for this one lol. it’s just one swatch and there’s a little circle patch on the front.

base game compatible

f - teen thru elder

enabled(?) for random (imma be real. i cannot remember)

custom cas thumbnail

download (simfileshare)

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perhaps you could do dave and james in the 90s, fighting over a girl, then she ends up with dave? fluff, smut and dave being all shocked and a bit insecure, considering his past with james? <3

I hope you like it!❤

Stay with me

It started like most nights did back then: music too loud, beer bottles scattered around, and the tang of cigarette smoke hanging in the air. I had always felt a little out of place in their world, like I was straddling some invisible line between awe and mischief. But there I was, caught between Dave and James, two titans of rock, and two men who couldn't be more different if they tried.

James had that easy confidence, the kind of swagger that came naturally to someone who’d been worshipped since his early twenties. He was charming, quick-witted, and devastatingly handsome in a rugged, all-American way. He made flirting seem effortless. Meanwhile, Dave… he was more of an enigma. There was a darkness to him, an edge that could either cut you or pull you in closer. He was magnetic, yes, but also a little volatile. And God, did he know how to brood.

I hadn’t planned on becoming a point of contention between them. Hell, when I first met them, I thought I was invisible in their eyes, just another face in the crowd. But something shifted over time. The way James’ hand would linger on my back when he told a joke. The way Dave’s piercing eyes would track my movements when he thought no one was looking. It was like walking a tightrope between two storms, each one threatening to pull me under in its own way.

It all came to a head one night after a show. The afterparty was winding down, the crowd thinning out until it was just the three of us in the dimly lit living room of some rented house. I was perched on the arm of the couch, nursing the last of my drink, when James sat down beside me, his arm slinging casually over my shoulders. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the lingering smoke in the air, making my head spin slightly.

“You know,” he drawled, his breath warm against my ear, “Dave’s been staring at you all night. I don’t blame him.”

I glanced over at Dave, who was leaning against the far wall, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His eyes met mine for a brief moment before he looked away, his jaw clenching so hard I thought he might crack a tooth.

“I think you’re imagining things,” I replied, trying to keep my voice light, even as my pulse quickened. James’ thumb traced absent circles on my shoulder, and I could feel the weight of Dave’s silence pressing against my chest. The air felt thick with tension, and I wasn’t sure if it was intoxicating or suffocating—maybe both.

“Am I?” James smirked, leaning in closer. His lips brushed against my cheek, dangerously close to crossing a line. My heart was pounding, but before I could decide how to react, Dave’s voice cut through the tension like a blade.

“Alright, that’s enough.”

I looked up to see him striding across the room, his movements sharp and deliberate. He grabbed James’ wrist, pulling it away from me with more force than necessary.

“She’s not some prize to fight over,” Dave snapped, his voice low and taut with barely restrained anger. His face was flushed, his eyes blazing with something raw and unguarded.

James raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Dave’s reaction. “Calm down, man. Just having a little fun.”

“Yeah? Well, maybe you should find someone else to have fun with,” Dave shot back, his eyes flicking to me before quickly darting away.

The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, and for a moment, I thought they might actually come to blows. But then James backed off, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave you two alone.” He stood, his gaze lingering on me for a beat longer than necessary before he sauntered out of the room, leaving me alone with Dave.

The silence that followed was heavy, almost deafening. I set my drink down, suddenly hyper-aware of the way Dave was pacing the room, his hand running through his hair in frustration. I could see the strain in his shoulders, the way he was holding himself back, and my heart ached at the sight of it.

“Dave,” I said softly, but he didn’t look at me.

“Sorry about that,” he muttered, his voice rough. “James is… well, you know how he is.”

“It’s not James I’m worried about,” I replied, standing and taking a tentative step toward him. “It’s you.”

His head snapped up at that, his eyes narrowing in confusion. “Me?”

“Yeah, you,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm of nerves swirling inside me. “You’ve been acting like… like you don’t even want to be in the same room as me half the time. And then tonight, you… you step in like you…”

“Like I what?” he challenged, his voice rising slightly. There was a sharp edge to his tone, but I could see the vulnerability behind it, the cracks forming in his armor.

“Like you care,” I finished, my voice barely above a whisper.

That seemed to knock the wind out of him. He stopped pacing, his shoulders slumping as he exhaled sharply. When he finally spoke, his voice was quieter, more vulnerable than I’d ever heard it.

“Of course I care,” he said, his gaze locking onto mine. “I care so much it’s… it’s fucking terrifying. You think it’s easy watching James flirt with you? Watching him act like he can just… take you, like it’s some kind of game?”

“Dave…”

“No, let me finish,” he said, taking a step closer. “You have no idea what it’s like to… to feel like you’re not good enough. Like someone else is always going to be better, funnier, more… more everything. And then you show up, and suddenly it’s like… like maybe I could have something good for once. But then James swoops in, and I… I don’t know how to deal with that.”

His words hung heavy in the air, raw and unfiltered. My heart ached at the vulnerability etched across his face, the way his usual bravado had crumbled to reveal the man underneath. I swallowed hard, trying to reconcile the man in front of me with the one who had made me feel invisible for so long. "Then why," I asked softly, my voice trembling, "did you make me think you didn’t like me? Why did you pull away like that?"

He let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair as if he was trying to steady himself. "You don’t get it," he muttered, his voice rough and low. "You think I’ve been acting like I don’t want you around? You’re wrong. I want you here so bad it… it scares the hell out of me."

I froze, his words sinking in like the final piece of a puzzle falling into place. He hesitated, glancing at me before looking away again, his jaw tightening. "I’ve messed up so much in my life, and the thought of screwing this up with you… it’s like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff. Every time I want to say something, I think, 'What if I ruin it? What if I’m not good enough for her?' So yeah, maybe I pull back, but it’s not because I don’t care. It’s because I care too much."

His voice cracked on the last words, and he finally looked at me, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that hit me like a wave. I stepped closer, my heart aching for the man in front of me. "Dave, you… you don’t have to be afraid of that," I said softly. "I’m not asking for perfect. I don’t want to be perfect. I just want you. And you don’t have to hold back anymore. I’m here because I want to be. With you."

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared at me like he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Slowly, I saw the tension in his shoulders ease as he took a shaky breath. "You mean that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, stepping even closer until I could feel the warmth radiating from him. "Yeah," I murmured. "I mean it."

You’ve already got my heart, even if you don’t think you deserve it.”

His eyes searched mine, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. Slowly, hesitantly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek. The touch was so gentle, it made my breath hitch.

Something in him seemed to break then. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as his lips met mine in a kiss that was equal parts desperation and tenderness. It was like he was pouring every unspoken word, every hidden fear, into that moment, and I kissed him back just as fiercely, wanting to show him that he didn’t have to fight for my attention anymore. His lips were soft, yet insistent, and I could feel the tension in his body slowly melt away as he held me close.

When we finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against mine, his breath warm against my skin. His hands lingered on my waist, grounding both of us in the moment.

“You’re going to have to be patient with me,” he murmured, a small, almost shy smile tugging at his lips. There was a softness in his eyes now, a vulnerability he rarely let anyone see.

“Good thing I’m stubborn,” I replied, grinning up at him.

Dave pulled back slightly, his hands still resting on my waist as he gazed into my eyes, the softness in his expression still a little uncertain. His fingers gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"You know," he said, his voice low and teasing, "I think it’s time you go home with me."

I raised an eyebrow, my pulse quickening, though I kept my expression light. "Is that so?" I asked, my lips curling into a grin. "And why would I do that?"

His smile deepened, a mischievous twinkle lighting up his eyes. "Because you’re not the only one who's stubborn. And maybe you deserve to see how things feel when they’re done right."

I chuckled, the sound soft and warm, as the butterflies in my stomach fluttered wildly. "You think so?" I asked, my voice more playful than I'd expected it to be.

"Yeah," he murmured, leaning in just enough to brush his lips against my temple. "I think we’re both ready for the next step."

I could hear the sincerity in his voice, but there was also an undeniable shift—a quiet intensity that wasn’t there before. The chemistry between us had always been there, but now it felt like it was almost magnetic, pulling me toward him in ways that left me breathless. It was clear that neither of us was ready to pull back anymore.

I nodded, my lips pressing together as I felt the heat rise in my chest, matching the warmth in his hands. "Alright," I said softly, my voice steady, though my heart was racing. "Let’s go."

Without another word, he led the way, his hand slipping into mine as we left the dimly lit room behind. The air outside was cool against my skin, and I could feel the subtle hum of anticipation building in my veins as we walked to his car. Dave didn’t speak, but I could sense his energy—there was a quiet storm behind those dark eyes, one that seemed to mirror my own feelings.

As the door clicked shut behind us, the world outside seemed to fade away. The air in Dave's house felt heavy with anticipation, every touch between us like a spark, igniting something deeper.

He didn’t waste a second, his lips finding mine again, this time with a hunger that hadn’t been there before. His kiss was slow, deep, as though he was savoring the feeling of me—his hands tracing the line of my jaw, down my neck, sending shivers through me. I could feel the heat building between us, but it was a gentle burn, something that made my breath hitch and my body lean into him, needing more.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered between kisses, his lips brushing my cheek, then trailing down to my neck, where his mouth lingered, kissing me softly, tenderly. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone like this.”

I closed my eyes, feeling his breath warm against my skin, the feeling of his hands exploring me making my pulse quicken. He slid one hand around to my back, pulling me closer, pressing his chest to mine. My body responded instinctively, my hands threading into his hair, tugging him closer, desperate for more of him.

His lips found mine again, this time with a growing urgency, his kiss deepening, the need between us growing stronger. His hands moved lower, sliding down my sides, grazing the sensitive skin of my waist, making me gasp into his mouth. He pulled away slightly, his eyes dark with desire, but there was something in them—something gentle, like he was asking for permission.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured, his voice hushed, almost reverent. “I want to make you feel so good, like you’ve never felt before.”

The way he said it made me shiver, the tenderness mixed with that raw, smoldering heat. I could feel myself melting into him, the tension between us building with every soft touch, every whispered word. I nodded, my heart racing as his hands traced the curve of my waist, then slid slowly up, caressing the sides of my ribs, feeling the rise and fall of my breath.

“I need you,” I whispered back, my voice barely audible, but full of need.

His lips curled into a soft smile, and for a moment, he just looked at me, his hands resting on my hips, grounding me as his gaze softened. “You have me,” he whispered, his voice like a promise.

And then, as if some invisible barrier had been lifted, he moved with a quiet confidence, gently pushing me toward the bed, his lips trailing a slow path from my mouth to my neck, then lower, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin of my collarbone. I gasped, my body arching toward him, urging him on.

“Dave,” I breathed, the sound of his name a plea on my lips. I felt him smile against my skin, his hands slipping under my shirt, slowly lifting it off, his touch burning as he exposed more of my skin to his hungry gaze.

“You’re so soft,” he murmured, his fingers grazing the smoothness of my skin, sending sparks of electricity through my body. He kissed me again, softly at first, before his hands moved to my waist, his fingertips brushing the edges of my panties, his touch teasing, making my body hum with anticipation.

He pulled away just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with desire but soft, full of affection. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispered, his lips brushing against mine, just enough to leave me aching for more.

I shook my head, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. “I want you, Dave,” I breathed, my voice filled with longing.

The way he looked at me—like I was the only thing that mattered in that moment—was all I needed. He kissed me again, deeper this time, and with a deliberate slowness, he undid the button of my jeans, his fingertips grazing the skin of my stomach as he slowly worked them down my legs. I shivered, not from the cool air, but from the heat of his touch, the way he was making every inch of my skin burn with need.

“God, you’re killing me,” he muttered, his lips trailing down my body, kissing each inch of exposed skin with worshipful tenderness, his hands now exploring me with more confidence. When his lips finally reached the top of my thigh, he paused, looking up at me with a smile that was both devilish and gentle.

“I want to hear you,” he whispered, his voice low, teasing. “Tell me what you want.”

My heart raced, my chest heaving with anticipation. “I want you to touch me… everywhere,” I breathed, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

He groaned, his lips pressing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, his fingers sliding under the waistband of my panties, teasing me just enough to make me ache for more. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured against me, his voice rough with desire.

And then, he moved lower, his lips and hands tracing every inch of me with an intensity that made my head spin. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, just feeling the warmth of his hands on my skin, the heat of his mouth making my entire body shudder with each tender, possessive touch.

When he finally joined me fully, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the connection between us, the unspoken words, the mutual surrender. His body pressed against mine, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each motion both tender and full of longing, like he was savoring every second, every moment of us being together.

I kissed him again, this time with all the passion I’d been holding back, and he responded just as fiercely, his hands tracing the curve of my back, holding me close as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

When it was over, the room filled with the sound of our breathing, slow and steady, the intimacy between us palpable. I rested against him, feeling the weight of his arms around me, grounding me, keeping me safe in the afterglow.

As we lay there, the quiet of the room enveloping us, Dave pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting go. His breath was warm against the back of my neck, the soft thrum of his heartbeat steady and comforting against my skin.

"Stay here," he whispered, his voice rough with the vulnerability that only seemed to surface when he was this close, when we were tangled together like this.

I turned slightly, my eyes meeting his, and saw the softness in his gaze, the intensity of everything unsaid between us. “I’m not going anywhere, Dave,” I whispered back, my voice steady, full of reassurance.

He didn’t say anything at first, but I felt the tension in his body ease as he pulled me closer, as if drawing me into him wasn’t enough. He wanted to make sure I was there, with him, for as long as he could hold me. His lips brushed my forehead gently, the touch tender and almost reverent.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he murmured, his voice thick with the weight of the words. “I don’t want this to end.”

I smiled softly, the warmth of his embrace making my chest swell with something that felt like peace. "It doesn’t have to end, Dave. I’m here. I’m right here with you."

With that, he pulled me closer still, his chest rising and falling against my back as he held me, like he was afraid I might slip away if he let go. His hands, gentle but firm, caressed my arms, the skin of my back, as if memorizing the feel of me beneath his touch.

“Promise me,” he whispered, his voice thick, his breath warm against my skin. “Promise me you’ll stay.”

“I promise,” I breathed, closing my eyes as I settled deeper into his embrace, my own arms folding around his, grounding both of us in the moment. His scent, the warmth of his body, it all wrapped around me like a protective cocoon.

And there, in the quiet darkness of his room, we found solace. It wasn’t the kind of promise that needed words to seal it—it was understood in the silence, in the way we held each other. He pulled the covers over us, and for the first time in a long time, I felt truly at peace.

Dave’s arms tightened around me, pulling me even closer, and I could feel the slow, rhythmic beat of his heart as we drifted into the stillness of sleep. Neither of us spoke again, but I could feel the weight of his feelings in the air between us—something real, something strong.

"I’m not going anywhere, Dave," I whispered one last time before sleep took over, the words a promise that echoed softly in the quiet room.

And with that, we drifted off together, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the world outside forgotten.

[nasa318]

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.

[nasa318]

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.

[nasa318]

Sealed With A Kiss | Dave Mustaine x Reader

A03 Link&lt;3

Words: 432

Summary: Dave kisses you under a mistletoe with his bandmates around, Early 90s Dave and Merry Christler– I mean Merry Christmas

It was Christmas Eve of 1990. Nick, Junior, Marty, you and their girlfriends were chilling at Dave’s house, in the living room Dave’s family couldn’t come because of reasons but Dave couldn’t care less. Christmas decorations and lights were all over the house, hot chocolate was out on the table, it was really warm in the house, everything was perfect. The guys and their girlfriends, and you were in the kitchen, talking to each other about whatever. Marty was the only one who didn’t have a girlfriend. As usual, Nick said something stupid that aggravated Marty while Junior laughed at both of them. “Can you stop saying stuff like that?”

“Can you stop stuff like that?” Nick mocked him while moving his hips side to side. (Y/N) facepalmed in annoyance, she tired of Nick annoying Marty for no reason. “Guys relax.” Nick’s girlfriend commanded them. Despite that incident, everyone was having a good time except for Dave that is. Dave was not happy on this Christmas day. In fact, he hates Christmas so he resorted to drinking beer, ignoring his bandmates and sometimes yelling at them.

(Y/N) walked up toa drunked Dave, laying on the couch, drooling. Groaning in pain, Dave sat up on the couch. “Dave, are you okay?” (Y/N) was concerned, leaning closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Dave couldn’t look at her in the eyes. “I-I’m fine. Just drinked too much.” Dave said softly as he wiped the drool off his face. He really isn’t in the Christmas spirit. (Y/N) stopped leaning towards Dave and looked up to see the Christmas decorations again with a huge smile on her face. Her smile slowly turned to frown when she saw something so embarrassing. “D-D-Dave?” She stammered. “What?--” Dave cut himself off when he looked up and saw the mistletoe in shock. Get off of the couch, blushing hard. (Y/N) looked away from Dave, blushing. “Ugh! Stupid fucking mistletoe…” Dave muttered to himself. Dave walked up to (Y/N) and kissed her on the lips, holding her by the waist. Nick and the others were staring at them in shock. Dave broked up the kiss, looking into (Y/N)’s eye. He had a slight smile while (Y/N) just stared at him in silence. However, Dave was still angry that there was a mistletoe hanging in his house when he didn’t obviously put a mistletoe up.“I knew you guys would go great together.” Nick teased them. Dave and (Y/N) ignored Nick and kissed each other again, pulling each other closer.

[nasa318]

hey, can you write abot Dave Mustaine and reader getting caught in the act for their child? Like a bit of smut and comic fluff

Thsnks!

Warnings: smut, talk of insecurities/body image issues, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Justis was four, you and Dave both loved him unconditionally and spent as much time with him as you could. Even when he was on tour he was calling home every night, learning the time zones of everywhere he went so he knew when it was bedtime just so he could say Goodnight to the both of you.

However, it had been harder to get some alone time together, without the little bugger.

You had your date nights but those were usually spent catching up on sleep, but finally you were ready for more.

It wasn’t like it used to be, not totally anyway. Dave was moving much slower, his hands planted on either side of your head to hold himself up.

Your body finally had time to recuperate but you kept that baby body. Dave had caught you eyeing yourself for a little too long in the mirror, he’d seen the way you held your stomach and pouted.

Now, he looked over you and saw the same body he loved since the day he met you. Sure, you had some extra pudge, but that was just more to love.

He sat back, smiling widely down at you. His hands went to your hips so he could pull you more onto his lap. “Look at my pretty mama.” He mused, smoothing a hand over your stomach. “So perfect.”

You chuckled and waved him off. “Come on, I’m fat and covered in stretch marks.” Dave didn’t laugh, instead eyeing you closely in awe and admiration.

“So pretty.” He purred, leaning down again and kissing down your neck, sucking and nibbling, gently of course, he knew you were swore all over, no matter how much he tried to help.

Your arms wrapped around him, moans falling into his ears. “I-I’ll work it off, I promise.” You mumbled, kissing where you could reach, his sharp jaw mostly, his soft hair.

Dave shook his head. “Work it off or don’t, I just want you happy, you’re-you’re pretty when you’re happy.” His voice was deep but it wavered as he spoke, feeling his high creeping up on him.

He reached down to rub your clit, it hadn’t gotten much love since Justis was born, leaving you all too sensitive. Your moans turned to whines as he played with you, knowing just what you like.

Dave heard a door creak open, it was soft so he knew it wasn’t your bedroom. He was so close and your eyes were already rolling back, he figured Justis was just going to the bathroom.

Dave held his hand over your mouth, not wanting you to get to loud and-

“Daddy?” A quiet voice came. Dave bit down on your shoulder, his hand holding so tight over your mouth. You both refused to make a noise.

The blanket covered you both enough so he wouldn’t have seen anything. Dave slowly sat up, not fully turning to Justis but just enough to see him. “What is it, buddy?” He asked.

Justis wiped his eyes, a pout on his lips. You could still feel Dave gushing in you, it had been far too long. “I had a nightmare…” He mumbled.

Dave nodded and wiped his forehead. “Alright, well, go crawl back into bed and I’ll be there in a minute.”

“I can’t walk back alone.” Justis said, offended Dave would even suggest such a thing.

Dave chuckled and looked back down to you. “Yeah, yeah, dumb daddy.” He exhaled heavily as he thought of another solution. “Hide in the bathroom, the bathroom is a safe space, can’t get you in the bathroom.” Justis thought for a moment before deciding it was sound logic and went across the hall to the bedroom.

Dave let out a heavy sigh and rolled over beside you. You moved closer to him, laying your head on his arm. Dave groaned before getting up, pulling on a pair of pants and heading for the door. “I’ll put him to bed, just clean yourself up.”

Dave got Justis out of the bathroom and back to his room just down the hall, tucking him in while you hurried into the bathroom to clean up.

Dave still wasn’t back by the time you were out of the bathroom so you just crawled into bed and had exactly fifteen seconds to yourself before the door shot open and Dave came in with a flying Justis, making aeroplane noises before landing on the bed, followed by Dave who jumped on next to him.

“Dave-“ you started, you’d talked about this, Justis couldn’t sleep in bed with you guys, but he cut you off.

“Just for tonight, to keep away Lars.” You rolled your eyes at him while Justis got comfy next to you, you were thanking yourself now that you decided pyjamas were a good idea.

“Lars?” You repeated.

“The balding dwarf!” Justis explained.

“Dave!” You swatted at him as he laughed.

[nasa318]

I may have asked this already and if I have I’m so sorry to do it again but I forgot. Can you please write a fic about late 80s Dave taking readers virginity? I know some people bleed losing their virginity but please no blood if you do write this 🌝

The way I was so excited to write this…. Anyways, I hope you like it 😣🫶

First Time for Everything (79’)

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Dave Mustaine x Fem!reader

1,277

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Description: Your parents go out of town for a few days because of work, so you call up your boyfriend to come over and hang out since they’re gone…

Warnings: PORN W/ SOME PLOT?!?! (As always, I’ll mark with three “^” when the smut starts, which was hard af since this is basically just a smut post so idk why you’d read this if you don’t want smut…) p in v, reader is a virgin, first time for everything I guess, Dave is a sweetie <3, unprotected sex but everything’s alr I promise, blahblahblah idk what to put here

Side note: yes, I did change the title because I didn’t like what it was before.

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You patiently watched out from your window as your parents drove off, and once their car lights were no longer visible, you sprinted to the phone in the kitchen, snatching a sticky note you set down earlier on your way.

You pressed the receiver to your ear and started dialing buttons, making sure they were the ones matching the sticky note he gave you.

It started ringing, and a few seconds later, someone answered.

“Hello?” A familiar and deep voice said.

“Hey Dave, remember how I said my parents would be outta town for a few days?” You asked, twirling the phone cord around your finger and snapping it back. You heard him let out a low “mhm” from the other side of the phone.

“Well, they just left, so I was wondering if you wanted to come-“ “I’m on my way, I’ll see ya in a bit.” He interrupted, and you heard him hang up. You couldn’t help but smile at how excited he was to hang out with you.

You occupied yourself by watching TV, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to pull up.

You must have zoned out because you didn’t even hear the first knock at the door. It wasn’t until Dave called your name that you were snapped out of your trance. You ran to the door and opened it, being greeted by a familiar and handsome face.

“Hey baby…” he said, pulling you into a warm embrace.

You invited him in, and you two spent the night together talking away. Every second that passed while you two sat on the couch conversing, you seemed to inch closer and closer together.

First, your legs touched, the warmth barely grazing your skin. Then, it was your hands that intertwined together, after that it was your shoulders, until finally you laid on top of him, his hands on your head as he stroked your hair, twirling the locks between his fingers. Your hands laid against his chest as you listened to his heart beat. Occasional chit chat between you two interrupted the silence, but overall it was quiet, and the only thing you could hear was his calm breath mixed with yours.

^ ^ ^

As you laid on top of him, you slowly inched yourself upward, eventually coming face-to-face with him, having your hands on either side of his head. Your warm breaths mixed together in the frigid air, and the only sound that could be heard was your heartbeats. Dave’s hands slid to your waist, rubbing small circles on it with his thumb. Before you knew it, your lips were pressed together, tangled and molding as one. They seemed to move in perfect sync with one another, your tongues dancing in unison as his hands slid from your waist up your shirt. He then tugged at the hem of your top and you let him slide it off with ease before you positioned yourself so that you were straddling him more.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You suddenly felt hot and your breath was staggered. Was tonight the night you’d loose your v-card? If there was anyone you trusted to loose your virginity to, it was definitely Dave, but you still couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

Dave noticed your uneasiness, “If you want to slow down, or if your not ready I understand-“

You don’t know what happened, but all nervousness that took over you washed away as you suddenly slammed your lips on his, tracing your hands up his shirt and feeling his muscles. It was probably the adrenaline getting to you, but you needed him more than ever in the moment.

“I’m ready.” You panted. Dave still had an uncertain look on his face, but he happily complied.

He sat up, grabbing your hips and picking you up off him so that you were the one laying down on the couch. He brought his lips onto yours again, and this time he started sliding your bottoms off just before you helped him take off his own clothing. You two were left only in your undergarments, groaning as you explored each other’s body’s. Dave trailed a series of kisses down your body, sliding your bra off in the process and interlocking his fingers with yours, pinning one of your hands to the side of your head against the couch.

“I’ll gonna go easy on you, since it’s your first time…” he paused, kissing you sweetly, then looking you in the eyes.

“If you ever want to stop, don’t be afraid to say something.” His genuine concern for your comfort and readiness made you feel more at ease. You let out a small nod, eyeing him back with a slight smile.

Dave began sliding his own boxers off, and you couldn’t help but stare at his hardened length. It was a lot bigger than you imagined, and you felt your excitement grow by the second. He waisted no time sliding off your own underwear, bringing your thighs onto his shoulders and making sure you were comfortable before he continued with anything.

He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before he grabbed your hand again, interlocking fingers and rubbing small circles on it.

Dave leaned down to kiss you, and as he did, you felt him slowly start to shove his cock into you. It hurt at first, but you slowly got used to it. Once Dave was almost all the way in, he made sure you were ok before he continued. You soon felt him bottom out, and he gave you a minute to adjust.

His free hand slid up your body, its warmth contrasting with the cold air around you.

“Are you ready?” Dave asked, giving you a reassuring gaze. You nodded, feeling him start moving inside you. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, kissing you lovingly. Once your body got used to the feeling, you started begging Dave to go faster, to which he happily obliged.

Both of your hot moans filled the cold air, sweat started to bead across your body. You arched your spine and threw your head back, whining Dave’s name as you drowned in the pleasure he was giving you. He had his hands across your chest, molding your breasts before he started kissing them harshly, definitely leaving hickeys.

You felt yourself come closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm, seconds away from drowning in pure ecstasy as you begged Dave to go harder. He pulled you from the back of your neck into a deep kiss, both of you moaning into it as you felt yours highs nearing.

The wave of pleasure that you craved for suddenly crashed over your tired body, you felt your legs shake and your back arch more as you rode out for high with Dave still thrusting into you. You felt him pull out, seeing him stoke himself a bit before he released in your stomach.

Both of you stayed there for a moment, catching your breaths. Dave hazily got up and found a towel that was in your bathroom. He came back a second later and gently started cleaning up your frail body.

He put his boxers back on and aided you in puting your undergarments on. Dave laid on the couch and you laid against his chest, paying attention to the rise and fall of it as he breathed. Moonlight creeped through the blinds in the living room and you noticed Dave had his eyes close. You snuggled up closer to him, feeling at ease in his arms as you eventually drifted off to sleep.

[nasa318]

I may have asked this already and if I have I’m so sorry to do it again but I forgot. Can you please write a fic about late 80s Dave taking readers virginity? I know some people bleed losing their virginity but please no blood if you do write this 🌝

The way I was so excited to write this…. Anyways, I hope you like it 😣🫶

First Time for Everything (79’)

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Dave Mustaine x Fem!reader

1,277

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Description: Your parents go out of town for a few days because of work, so you call up your boyfriend to come over and hang out since they’re gone…

Warnings: PORN W/ SOME PLOT?!?! (As always, I’ll mark with three “^” when the smut starts, which was hard af since this is basically just a smut post so idk why you’d read this if you don’t want smut…) p in v, reader is a virgin, first time for everything I guess, Dave is a sweetie <3, unprotected sex but everything’s alr I promise, blahblahblah idk what to put here

Side note: yes, I did change the title because I didn’t like what it was before.

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You patiently watched out from your window as your parents drove off, and once their car lights were no longer visible, you sprinted to the phone in the kitchen, snatching a sticky note you set down earlier on your way.

You pressed the receiver to your ear and started dialing buttons, making sure they were the ones matching the sticky note he gave you.

It started ringing, and a few seconds later, someone answered.

“Hello?” A familiar and deep voice said.

“Hey Dave, remember how I said my parents would be outta town for a few days?” You asked, twirling the phone cord around your finger and snapping it back. You heard him let out a low “mhm” from the other side of the phone.

“Well, they just left, so I was wondering if you wanted to come-“ “I’m on my way, I’ll see ya in a bit.” He interrupted, and you heard him hang up. You couldn’t help but smile at how excited he was to hang out with you.

You occupied yourself by watching TV, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to pull up.

You must have zoned out because you didn’t even hear the first knock at the door. It wasn’t until Dave called your name that you were snapped out of your trance. You ran to the door and opened it, being greeted by a familiar and handsome face.

“Hey baby…” he said, pulling you into a warm embrace.

You invited him in, and you two spent the night together talking away. Every second that passed while you two sat on the couch conversing, you seemed to inch closer and closer together.

First, your legs touched, the warmth barely grazing your skin. Then, it was your hands that intertwined together, after that it was your shoulders, until finally you laid on top of him, his hands on your head as he stroked your hair, twirling the locks between his fingers. Your hands laid against his chest as you listened to his heart beat. Occasional chit chat between you two interrupted the silence, but overall it was quiet, and the only thing you could hear was his calm breath mixed with yours.

^ ^ ^

As you laid on top of him, you slowly inched yourself upward, eventually coming face-to-face with him, having your hands on either side of his head. Your warm breaths mixed together in the frigid air, and the only sound that could be heard was your heartbeats. Dave’s hands slid to your waist, rubbing small circles on it with his thumb. Before you knew it, your lips were pressed together, tangled and molding as one. They seemed to move in perfect sync with one another, your tongues dancing in unison as his hands slid from your waist up your shirt. He then tugged at the hem of your top and you let him slide it off with ease before you positioned yourself so that you were straddling him more.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You suddenly felt hot and your breath was staggered. Was tonight the night you’d loose your v-card? If there was anyone you trusted to loose your virginity to, it was definitely Dave, but you still couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

Dave noticed your uneasiness, “If you want to slow down, or if your not ready I understand-“

You don’t know what happened, but all nervousness that took over you washed away as you suddenly slammed your lips on his, tracing your hands up his shirt and feeling his muscles. It was probably the adrenaline getting to you, but you needed him more than ever in the moment.

“I’m ready.” You panted. Dave still had an uncertain look on his face, but he happily complied.

He sat up, grabbing your hips and picking you up off him so that you were the one laying down on the couch. He brought his lips onto yours again, and this time he started sliding your bottoms off just before you helped him take off his own clothing. You two were left only in your undergarments, groaning as you explored each other’s body’s. Dave trailed a series of kisses down your body, sliding your bra off in the process and interlocking his fingers with yours, pinning one of your hands to the side of your head against the couch.

“I’ll gonna go easy on you, since it’s your first time…” he paused, kissing you sweetly, then looking you in the eyes.

“If you ever want to stop, don’t be afraid to say something.” His genuine concern for your comfort and readiness made you feel more at ease. You let out a small nod, eyeing him back with a slight smile.

Dave began sliding his own boxers off, and you couldn’t help but stare at his hardened length. It was a lot bigger than you imagined, and you felt your excitement grow by the second. He waisted no time sliding off your own underwear, bringing your thighs onto his shoulders and making sure you were comfortable before he continued with anything.

He leaned down, planting a soft kiss on your forehead before he grabbed your hand again, interlocking fingers and rubbing small circles on it.

Dave leaned down to kiss you, and as he did, you felt him slowly start to shove his cock into you. It hurt at first, but you slowly got used to it. Once Dave was almost all the way in, he made sure you were ok before he continued. You soon felt him bottom out, and he gave you a minute to adjust.

His free hand slid up your body, its warmth contrasting with the cold air around you.

“Are you ready?” Dave asked, giving you a reassuring gaze. You nodded, feeling him start moving inside you. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, kissing you lovingly. Once your body got used to the feeling, you started begging Dave to go faster, to which he happily obliged.

Both of your hot moans filled the cold air, sweat started to bead across your body. You arched your spine and threw your head back, whining Dave’s name as you drowned in the pleasure he was giving you. He had his hands across your chest, molding your breasts before he started kissing them harshly, definitely leaving hickeys.

You felt yourself come closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm, seconds away from drowning in pure ecstasy as you begged Dave to go harder. He pulled you from the back of your neck into a deep kiss, both of you moaning into it as you felt yours highs nearing.

The wave of pleasure that you craved for suddenly crashed over your tired body, you felt your legs shake and your back arch more as you rode out for high with Dave still thrusting into you. You felt him pull out, seeing him stoke himself a bit before he released in your stomach.

Both of you stayed there for a moment, catching your breaths. Dave hazily got up and found a towel that was in your bathroom. He came back a second later and gently started cleaning up your frail body.

He put his boxers back on and aided you in puting your undergarments on. Dave laid on the couch and you laid against his chest, paying attention to the rise and fall of it as he breathed. Moonlight creeped through the blinds in the living room and you noticed Dave had his eyes close. You snuggled up closer to him, feeling at ease in his arms as you eventually drifted off to sleep.

[nasa318]

OKAY. HEAR ME OUT.

Justis (Dave’s son) bringing reader home bc they’re together, but Dave thinks she’s hella cute and reader too whatever. And then they end up fucking in like a bathroom or something😻

A/n: I'm feeling Christmassy, hope that's not a problem

Warnings: Smut, cheating, age gap, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

University was hard, you tried to get out when you could but you were always focused on your schoolwork.

Your friends brought you out a few times to bars or whatever but you were more comfortable being the designated driver. Oddly enough it was when you were studying in the library that you met Justis.

You had a class together and he confessed he always caught himself looking at you and wanting to talk to you but just couldn't bring himself to do it until then.

You kept talking with him, he was nice and always brought you snacks when he knew you'd be studying. It was good and you knew, worst comes to worst, University is for experimenting, which you'd be doing a lot of once you met his dad you just didn't know it at the time.

It was Christmas time, the perfect time to meet his family, his dad and sister at least, and you were excited, sure, but as soon as that door opened and you were met with Dave it was like breathing for the first time.

He was different, the way he smiled at you, that look in his eyes as he looked you up and down, taking in your appearance.

You had to remind yourself over and over you were here with your boyfriend, Justis, but your eyes kept going back to Dave, always meeting his.

The plan was to stay a week but you felt like you should make up an excuse to leave earlier, not that you wanted to but you saw the way Dave was looking at you, saw the hunger in his eyes.

It was Christmas Eve and you couldn't sleep, couldn't even bring yourself to close your eyes while Justis was out beside you, arm loosely wrapped around your torso.

Someone was moving around downstairs, you knew it was Electra because you would have heard her walking down the hall, it had to be Dave.

You couldn't take it anymore and decided to just go talk to him, it was innocent enough.

You managed to get out of bed without disturbing Justis and made it downstairs to find Dave wrapping a few presents and tucking them under the tree, as you got closer you saw they were marked 'From: Santa'. Neither Justis nor Electra believed in Santa anymore, obviously, but he still liked keeping that there.

He panicked a moment when he finally noticed you but calmed down when he saw it was you. "Jesus, you scared me." He said with a gruff chuckle.

"Sorry." You said, smiling back at him. You moved to sit next to him on the floor, looking over the pile of gifts under the tree.

"I got you some too, don't worry." He said, tucking the present he'd just tagged under the tree, setting it on a bigger one.

"Really?" You asked, tilting your head to him. "I didn't think you would." You said, looking back to the colourful wall of wrapping paper. "I-I didn't get you anything." You admitted, biting your bottom lip as you looked back at him.

He shook his head and placed his hand on your thigh, over your fuzzy Christmas pyjama pants. "You got me enough, sweetheart." He looked straight into your eyes as he said it, his own carrying a much darker gleam in them. He brought his hand back and picked up another gift while you sat and thought about what he really meant.

You sat with him for a while longer, watching his hands as they flipped and folded the paper. You handed him the tape as he worked, it was weird if you didn't help at all so you did the bare minimum, the smile he gave you when you handed him a piece made it worth it every time.

As time bore on you felt yourself finally getting tired, gradually moving closer to Dave until you were fully leaning against him.

He helped you up once you were done and walked with you to the stairs, your room was up them while his was down the hall, still he followed you up the stairs.

He heard someone moving in your room before you did and he pulled you into the bathroom across the hall. He flicked the light on and smashed his lips onto yours, a kiss you immediately reciprocated.

Justis stepped out of the room and saw the lights on in the bathroom, assuming you'd just gone in there and would be out soon he turned and went back to bed, all while his dad was tugging on your clothes.

Your fuzzy pants slid down your legs and he saw you'd gone commando. "Really, sweetheart?"

"Just for you." You gleamed, pulling him back into a kiss.

He lifted you up and set you down on the counter, standing between your legs and pushing his own pants and boxers down, just enough for his dick to spring free.

Your breathing was heavy, as was his. Your cheeks were flushed, your forehead pressed against his as he pushed into you, causing you to moan before he could slap his hand over your mouth.

"I knew it was you the other night." He said with a chuckled. It's true, you'd been thinking about Dave all day and couldn't get him off your mind after you crawled into bed. "Thinking of me, weren't you?"

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Not my fault when you look at me like that." You said, feeling yourself fluttering around him, eager for him to move. "He almost looks like you, anyway."

Dave snorted at that. "Doesn't feel the same, huh?" He asked, voice low, almost a growl. You shook your head, Dave was bigger in pretty much every way. Girthy and veiny and he smelled divine, you just kept aching for more. "That's what I thought." He mused, kissing you again as he started moving his hips, thrusts quickly picking up pace.

He was eager to please you, but it had been a while since he'd been with someone, he could already feel himself getting close.

He brought a hand to your clit, the sudden friction made you gasp into the kiss. He knew the second he pulled away you'd be moaning out his name like a worship song, he wanted to hear it but he couldn't risk waking up his kids, especially not with one of them dating you.

You mumbled something into the kiss, he didn't quite catch it but didn't think he'd have to. Then you pulled away. "Dave! I-I'm close, fuck!" You called. He rushed to get a hand over your mouth but you just pushed it away. The room filled with your moans, Dave gave up on silencing you and focused on how good you felt around him.

His arms wrapped around you as you came, he followed shortly after, letting himself spill into you.

It wasn't until then that he realized the banging he heard wasn't the two of you.

"What the fuck?!" Justis yelled from the other side of the door.

[nasa318]

hii :)

could I request something where Dave calls reader in the middle of the night all whiny because he can’t get off (him and reader aren’t in an established relationship)? And if you could please avoid the mommy kink? Nothing against it it just personally doesn’t do anything for me 😅

OHHHHH LORD THIS IS GOOD YOUNG DAVE PLS ME NEXT PLS CALL ME DAVE

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 ¹⁹⁸³

The phone woke me with a shrill ring. The clock was glowing 2:13 AM from my nightstand. Groggily, I reached over and picked up the receiver, barely registering who could be calling at this ungodly hour.

"Hello?" I mumbled, my voice thick as sand.

"H-Hey, it's Dave," he replied in a low, shaky voice. Instantly, I was more awake. Dave was one of my best friends, but even with that given, it wasn't common for him to call me at this hour, if ever.

"Dave? What's wrong?" My concern mounted at his answer.

"I… I know it's late. I'm really sorry. I just… I couldn't stop thinking about you," he said, his tone now bordering on desperate. "I need you."

His words passed through me, confusing and exciting all at once, somehow. "What do you mean?" I asked once more as my pulse increased.

"I can't stop thinking about you," he replied, much firmer this time. "Please... I need to get off, and you’re all I can think about..."

I was speechless, utterly speechless as I realized Dave was currently cock in hand. This wasn't the Dave I knew, who joked and laughed and felt challenged by any word spoken to him.

Yet, something sparked under me. "You're serious?" I asked wearily, trying to make my voice steady.

"Yes," he said, catching his breath. "I know it sounds crazy, but I can't help it. Please, I need you.”

The line was heavy with silence. Then, almost involuntarily, I found myself responding. "What… what do you want me to do?"

"Tell me what you're wearing," he begged, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as I could hear a quick shifting of something on the other line.

I looked down at my ruffled pajama top and shorts. "Just a shirt, and panties," I said, shivering oddly at the idea of sharing even this mundane fact.

"Take them off," he said softly. "Imagine my hands are on you, undressing you."

I shivered, both from the cool air and the heat in his words. Slowly, I slipped out of my clothes, the fabric whispering against my skin. "They're off," I whispered back.

"Good girl," he breathed. "Now, touch yourself. Tell me how it feels."

My hand moved almost of its own accord, trailing down my body until I found the warmth between my thighs. I was already slick just from his words.

I twitched softly at the contact. "It feels g-good," I confessed, my breath rising.

"Keep going," he urged, wet sounds echoing from his line. "Imagine it's me touching you. My fingers inside you."

I did, shutting my eyes and picturing Dave’s fingers screwing into me, curling up into my gummy walls.

My clit was so weak from the thought of Dave in bed, clutching the phone as he worked his frustrated cock.

“I’m covered in precum… that’s what you do to me..” Dave groaned. Good lord, I just about melted at the thought of his length slick with cum, wishing insides that it was mine.

"God, I wish I could see you right now," he moaned. "I'm so close. Are you gonna cum soon?"

"Yes," I murmured, teetering on the edge of orgasm.

"Cum for me," he growled, his voice raw and commanding. "Cum with me."

That was all it. My body bucked, and I screamed, cumming and spanning around my fingers. I could hear Daves own release, a primal sound that sent another tremble through me.

I whined as we both caught our breath, whimpering incoherent words, he spoke again, and his tone had changed. "I'm coming over."

"What?" I asked, my post orgasmic haze breaking slightly.

"I need to see you," he said firmly. "I need to be with you. I'm coming over right now."

The line went dead before I could even respond. I lay there for a moment, my mind racing with everything that had just happened in the last 5 minutes.

I didn't know what would happen when Dave got there, but one thing was for sure, the night was far from over.