#Dave Mustaine headcannons

[mustainegf]

can you write a dave mustaine smut with rockstar reader who's band is a rival of Megadeth? maybe with some back and forth degradation and them fighting for the top position (your choice on who ended up being the bottom).

then them seeing a rumor abt them on the press days later🤭

THANK YOU I LOVE YOU SOSOSOSOSO MUCH MARRY ME PLS

YES ILL MARRY YOU!??? THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST REQS IVE GOTTEN I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING!!!

The pulsating bass of the music throbbed through the walls, mingling with the laughter and shouts that filled the air.

The party was loud, a chaotic jumble of rockstars, groupies, and industry insiders.

The elite of the metal world were all gathered under one roof, the tension between rival bands almost unbearable.

I scanned the crowded room, my sharp eyes taking in the scene. As the lead guitarist of a thrash band, I’d learned to read a room quickly.

"Look who decided to grace us with her presence," a low, sardonic voice drawled from behind me. I turned, already knowing who it was.

Dave Mustaine.

The notorious frontman of Megadeth stood there, a smirk playing on his lips. His fiery red hair was a stark contrast to the dim lighting, and his piercing caramel eyes bore into mine with a mix of curiosity and disdain.

Dave and I never got along, not completely at least. He could switch on a dime from sweet to salty and it seems he’s made his pick for the night.

"Mustaine," I greeted coolly, my tone icy enough to rival his.

"Surprised you could tear yourself away from your little fan club," he remarked, his gaze sweeping over the room before settling back on me.

My eyes narrowed. "And I'm surprised you could tear yourself away from your ego."

Dave chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that settled in my stomach. "Still got that razor-sharp tongue, I see. Just like on stage."

"Someone's got to keep you in check," I shot back, my heart pounding despite my steady voice. The air between us crackled with animosity and something else.. something darker, more primal.

"Funny," Dave said, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. "I thought that was your job. Keeping the wannabes in check."

My jaw clenched. "Watch it, Mustaine. You're not as untouchable as you think."

"Is that a threat?" he asked, his voice dropping lower, challenging.

I met his gaze head-on, the tension between us tightening like a coiled spring. "It's a promise."

He glared, a flicker of desire masked behind his eyes. I could hardly get a chance to continue before he had his large calloused hand wrapped around my wrist, tugging me along with him.

I glanced at the surrounding area, wondering where we were going. A bathroom. We were heading toward a small private restroom, the door already shut behind us. I didn't have time to prepare myself.

The restrooms here were like small rooms, private once you got inside. And I knew this was going to work in our favour.

Dave glared down at me, his hands pressing on either side of the wall by my head. He leaned over me, leaving me in his shadow.

"You better be careful. I don't take kindly to threats," he warned, his eyes blazing with heat.

"And I won't hesitate to prove it." I smirked, uncaring about his warning. In fact, I dared him to try. "I told you it was a promise, not a threat," I grinned.

He scowled at me, his eyes flashing with anger. He stepped back, giving me some breathing room.

"We'll see who's laughing at the end of this," he growled, his words like a promise.

I narrowed my eyes at him, not caring what happened next. "Do it then," I taunted, pushing him to make his move. I could feel his eyes on me, assessing my every move.

He was trying to gauge my reactions, figuring out what made me tick. I met his gaze head-on, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes flashed with a flare of desire.

Dave wasted no time, shoving his lips onto mine, his fingers working at pulling my shirt off.

He tore the fabric off of me, leaving my laced bra and boobs in his attention. "Think you're so much better than me? Huh?" Dave growled, harshly gripping my breasts before unhooking my bra and tossing it into the corner.

I smirked at him, my eyes flashing with challenge.

I could feel his eyes roaming over me, taking in my body. It felt like he was assessing me, trying to figure out how to handle me.

"I don't think I'm better than you," I whispered, giving him a soft peck before finishing. "I know I am."

Dave's eyes flashed with anger, but he couldn't hide the lust in them. "You're nothing more than a pretty face."

Dave gave up unbottoning his shirt, leaving it down to his stomach before he was tugging at his jeans.

"Let's see how pretty your face is when I'm done with you," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

"How does that sound?" I took a step back, not bothering to hide the lust in my eyes.

"Lets see if you can hold up," I gave him a pout, kicking off my pants whilre watching him angrily tug down his jeans and boxers.

He stood before me, all arrogant confidence, a sight that never failed to turn me on. I smiled to myself, staring at his cock for the first time.

"Take your panties off, slut.." he groaned, standing over me as I stripped my final layer for him.

Ilooked down as his hand gently teased his length, massaging his precum into the tip.

My eyes rose back up to meet his as he smirked at me. "Go ahead, pretty boy... Play with yourself," I chuckled.

Dave glared at this, eyeing me down. "Don't you get smart with me," he snapped slightly, leaning closer.

"Or I'll show you what happens when you do." I raised a brow at him, feigning innocence. I knew he would cave soon enough.

"You want to play rough, then I can definitely do that," I said slowly, running my finger across my nipple, circling it. "Such a slut."

he muttered, his eyes flashing with lust. Dave grabbed me suddenly, holding me close against the wall. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist. My core shuddered at being this close to his throbbing cock.

I wanted to taste him, feel him, have him. My hands ran up his chest, feeling the muscles flex under my touch. Dave stared at me, his eyes hard and intense.

"You're so sure of yourself, aren't you?" He held me by the hips, his other hand massaging my breast.

"Yes," I answered honestly, biting my lip slightly, and I could see his pupils dilate at my response.

"That's what I thought," he rumbled. I shivered at his words, loving that he had taken charge.

I was becoming needier for him, I was practically dripping.

I nodded eagerly, looking up at him through my lashes. "Take me," I whispered, my voice trembling. Dave's eyes darkened.

"I think you should say please," he said, his voice husky with need. "Please, take me," I repeated, making sure I spoke the word clearly. Dave smiled smugly. I felt inferior knowing he had beat me to dominance.

It only took seconds before Dave and lined himself with me, slipping his full length into me with a swift pump.

I gasped as he filled me, my body quivering from the force of his thrusts. He grunted with each one, using his hand to keep my hips in place, holding me firmly against him and the cold tile wall.

"Yeah," he grunted, his eyes darkening. "So good.

So wet for me, slut." I moaned, lost in the sensations. This man knew exactly what he was doing. He was taking control. He was showing me how much better he was.

"Look at you, all fucked out and I've hardly been inside you for a minute." Dave heaved, staring at me with an evil smirk. "Still think you're better than me?" He snipped.

I smirked back at him. I was a little breathless, but I managed to get out, "No," I whispered, my eyes meeting his, my smile growing wider. "Never," I said as I moved my hips to match his, adding to his thrusts.

I knew he would never ever let me live it down, but in the moment I couldn't care less.

All I cared about was how perfect he felt inside me, every vein teasing my gummy walls. Dave growled, matching my movements. He reached up to kiss me again, his hand moving down to massage my clit as he did.

"Fuck! Fuck!" he cursed, the veins bulging along his neck. He slammed home, hissing out another curse. I felt his cock throb deep within me, his hot cum filling me.

Dave didnt stop though, he continued pumping, he knew I hadn't cum yet. Something about that turned me on.

"Cum for me, do it..." he grunted, burying his face in my neck. His cum slipped out of me as he thrusted.

"So desperate aren't you?" I teased, watching his face which was contorted in sexual frustration.

"Fuck," he swore, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head. I laughed at the way he was acting. He might have been the best thing I ever laid my eyes on.

"Dave, mmm right there... I'm so close, baby.." I whined, running my fingers through his long curly hair. Never once did I think I'd ever call Dave Mustaine "baby" while he held me and fucked me loose.

But in this moment, I felt like the world had shifted. Everything made sense. "Cum for me, beautiful," he urged, his eyes boring into mine, daring me to cum.

"Yesss!" I yelled, twitched as I came all over him.

I heard him groan, and I saw him go still. "Wow," I sighed, smiling contentedly. Dave looked at me as if he didn't know whether to be angry or pleased.

He cleared his throat. "Well that was unexpected." I snickered. "Shh," I hushed him, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed against mine. I trailed my fingertips over his arms, and his chest.

"This doesn't change anything.." Dave huffed. But the way he cuddled into me said different.

I gazed into those sharp eyes of his, realizing how pretty they were. "You sure?" I asked with a smirk.

Dave's expression hardened for a moment, a flicker of the defiance I was so familiar with.

He brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his touch surprisingly gentle. “Fuck, I don’t know.” He muttered.

I leaned into his touch, the lingering heat between us impossible to ignore.

A few days later, the tabloids were ablaze with rumors. Headlines screamed about Dave and I.

The metal world was in a frenzy, fans and critics alike speculating about what this meant for our bands.

"Enemies in Public, Lovers in Private?"

Part of me was annoyed. The last thing I needed was the press dissecting my personal life. But another part of me-the part that thrived on chaos and defiance-kind of liked it. The whole thing felt taboo, forbidden. It was a secret thrill that I couldn't quite shake.

Truth was, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about Dave. The way his hands had felt on my skin, the rough passion of our encounter. I wanted more. The thought of it made my heart race, a mix of excitement and danger. I wondered if maybe the fiery frontman would be willing to see me again.

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

do dave mustaine nsfw headcanons please! ily

no problem love ✿

-i feel like younger dave would be quite aggressive in general, but also in bed. he’d like it fast and rough

-on the flip side of that, i could also see younger dave as a power bottom for sure

-eventually he’d grow up and get more invested in making sex fun and interesting rather than fucking just for the sake of it

-now once dave becomes a real legitimate adult, he’s much more considerate and even kinder

-he’s still rough, definitely, but he’s got a soft spot for you and he wants to take care of you, so he always makes sure you’re comfortable and having a good time during and after

-kink wise, i think one of his biggest kinks would be you being much smaller than him, the concept of him being able to manhandle you any way he wants makes him feral

-i could definitely be convinced that he has a hair pulling kink too

-if he notices you acting up and being bratty, he loves getting to put you back in your place. he likes having power over you in that way

-i think it’s also important to add that he’s certainly one to be very loud during sex. i just know it.

-it could be that he’s obsessed with praising you because he loves to feel you get excited when he calls you names like ‘good girl’

-or it could be completely the opposite, and when he’s saying mean, degrading things, he knows you’ll want to do anything to make up for whatever you did that caused him to say those things

-literally any noises you make never fail to drive him crazy as well

-aftercare wise, i think after he really does become more experienced, he knows how to calm you down and settle you after an intense session

-he’s really sweet and will do anything for you to make sure you feel safe and comfortable with him

i tried my best i hope it’s ok <3 thanks for the ask nonnie

✿

[bl00dycraniumm]

METALLICA

early met headcannons (📌)

☆ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; none.

★ no matter what, no matter how much sleep kirk got the night before, if he gets comfortable, he’s napping.

★ lars has a habit of ducking when walking under things even if he doesn’t have to. like he sees james or cliff do if cus of their height, so it’s like muscle memory for him lmao.

★ lars gets paranoid after kirk makes him sit through horror movies.

★ ron just looks like the guy to bring random cats and/or other small animals home???

★ james and lars randomly saying “fuck you” to each other. like it could be dead silent in the room and they say it for no reason.

★ when other members of the band are arguing, cliff just stands there like “🧍” and says something like “this foods nice” or something about the weather to break the tension.

★ lars asks “who took my ___?” when its most likely in his pocket or wherever he had it last.

★ if COD was a thing back then, lars and james would have to sit and play in different rooms because they’d piss each other off too much and argue. like if lars kills james he’d say something about how hes better at the game or something.

★ ron just looks like he’d randomlly pull food out of his pocket cus he remembers its there and be like, “hey i forgot about this.”

★ cliff taught kirk how to roll joints and it took a few hours and many wasted joints.

★ lars and kirk being asked if they are dating all the time and they just go with it cus its funny.

★ james secretly loves madonnas music 🤗!

★ i feel like dave and lars would try and embarass early80’s!james in public by being loud and cringy.

★ james looks like the guy to obnoxiously sneeze three times in a row.

★ rip kirk and lars, you would’ve loved to speak in brainrot to eachother.

★ when someone asks a stupid question, cliff just stares back at them for a second before shaking his head.

★ dave sometimes wakes up in a pissy mood and decides to beef with anyone those days (not rlly headcannon cus we know its true 🙄).

꧁ written by bl00dycraniumm ꧂

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you dont have to but likes + reblogs r appreciated!

[2drockstar]

bad boy!dave who says ‘we [he] won’t get caught’ but always does under every circumstance.

bad boy!dave who shoves his fingers down your throat so you keep quiet when he comes over.

bad boy!dave who will beat the shit out of anyone for you, even his own friends/family if they say the wrong thing.

bad boy! dave who will have jealous sex and pound you into next week.

bad boy! dave who has a soft spot for his girlfriend but doesn’t show it unless you’re alone together.

bad boy! dave who convinces you to sneak out and live a little.

bad boy! dave who walks behind you like a guard dog and wraps his arms around your waist when he walks with you.

bad boy! dave who says ‘who’s this pussy belong to?’

bad boy! dave who fucks so good you always have mascara running down your face.

bad boy! dave who will gladly put you into every position.

bad boy! dave who pulls out at the last possible moment and ends up painting the outside of your pussy when he does.

bad boy! dave who has tons of scratches on his back from you under him.

bad boy! dave who likes to mark you up if he sees someone staring for a little too long and shows you off the next day to show everyone you’re his.

bad boy! dave who will gladly hold all of his gfs bags in the mall for her and not get tired.

bad boy! dave who always gets lipgloss residue on his lips from making out with his gf.

bad boy! dave who bought you a necklace with his initial on it so people know you’re his.

bad boy! dave who is so vulnerable around his gf because he’s comfortable with her.

[vinniemustainee]

Imagine having a baking date with dave, you two bake the simplest things starting with cookies - You're now kneading dough to make another batch and he rests his head on your shoulder and does the •scrunch•

I NEED HIM SO BAD OMG

[skinbeneaththeskull]

PLEASE can you write something about Mustaine if he was a vampire??? It would be interesting to read headcanons about this.......

OH MY GOD YES !!!! tbh if Dave was any typa creature like that he'd 100% be a vamp (or a wolf, but we all know vampires are hotter 🏃‍♀️)

idk if you wanted a full fic but i'm really tired and don't have time to write one rn 💔 but ill put bullets/headcannons for you !!

- i can imagine when this man needs his blood feast he'd get a little uncomfortable to ask you to volunteer, but you'd reassure him and man. he would take. EVERY. chance. when you'd get a little nervous because you're afraid it'll hurt, he'd start at your thighs since they're the fattest part on your body. of course it'd hurt, but not as bad as you'd think and he's just lick you up after, trying not to get you all messy. looking up at you for reassurance asking you if it was too much... like ?!?+?+?

- this man is always flashing you grins and stupid smirks while flashing you his fangs because he knows you like them and he likes seeing you stare at them, slapping his arm or something to make him stop because you're getting embarrassed because he knows you like when he does that.

i honestly don't know what else to put 😭😭😭 but keep sending more Dave stuff!! i literally love this man sm

[nuchester]

Intro post <3

Here’s a little introduction post for those who are curious!

me!

- my name is chloe

- I’m a big fan of metal (mostly every subgenre)

- I’m big on KoЯn, SOAD, Metallica, Oingo Boingo, Slipknot, Green Day, DMSOB and Megadeth

- I’m Danish-Canadian 🇩🇰 🇨🇦

the blog!

- what I plan on doing:

- writing fanfics

- doing headcannons

- posting pictures

- answering asks

fanfics / hc’s!

- who I’ll write for:

- SOAD: all members

- KoЯn: Jon Davis, Munky, Head

- Metallica: all members

- Oingo Boingo: Danny Elfman

- Slipknot: Corey Taylor, Joey Jordison, Mick Thomson

- DMSOB: Daron Malakian, John Dolmayan

- Megadeth: Dave Mustaine, David Ellefson

- Green day: Billie Joe, (maybe?) Mike Dirnt

- Other: horror movie characters (mostly antagonists), Connor McDavid, Jude Bellingham, Cristiano Ronaldo

**this list will expand!**

- what I’ll write:

- smut

- fluff

- angst

- open to literally any suggestions!

- my limits:

- anything illegal

- scat, piss, vomit

- noncon, cnc, things like that

- age play (age gaps are alright)

That’s it!

My asks are open in case there’s any questions!

[oldschoolimagineblog]

MUSICIAN MASTERLIST

THE ROLLING STONES

  KEITH RICHARDS

1. Tour Love:

Reader is in a band that tours with The Rolling Stones and hits it off with Keith.

2. Playing Nurse:

Keith gets hurt in a party you’re attending, and calls out for you help.

  BRIAN JONES

1. How Classy:

Brian and the reader, a groupie, hook up at a party. (smut)

2. Shopping:

Brian is tired after along day of shopping with his girlfriend.

  MICK JAGGER

1. Hazey:

Getting high with him.

2. Mick w/ You:

Mick loves you, simple.

3. Grateful;

Mick is just greatful to have you.

THE BEATLES

  PAUL McCARTNEY:

1. Mornings

A sweet morning after a night with Paul.

  GEORGE HARRISON:

1. I’d Have You Any Time:

Love making, not detailed.

  RINGO STARR:

1. First Time:

Ringo takes the readers virginity.

  HEADCANNONS

Phone sex with George...

GUNS N´ ROSES

  DUFF MCKAGAN

1. Truth or Dare:

It’s the day after a party and Axl, Slash, Duff and the reader decide to play a fun game of Truth or Dare (Smut).

2. I Think I’m Falling For You: 1 - 2 - 3

i. Reader is Slash’s daughter and she and Duff fuck. (Smut)

ii. After confessing, Duff decides to leave his wife to be with reader and Slash finds out.

iii. Duff and reader go and find Slash, they explain what has happened.

3. Take Care Of You Tonight:

You go down on him and Axl walks in. (smut)

4. Movies and Wine:

You get horny and he’s there for you (smut)

  AXL ROSE

1. Morning Sex:

Sex in the early morning with Mr. Rose. (Smut)

2. Vulnerable:

Axl is overwhelmed about him being sued by Erin, causing him to lock himself in his room.

3. Best Friends:

Reader and Axl are besties and after a bad date they confess.

4. Insecurities:

Current age Axl shows his insecure girlfriend how pretty she is. (smut)

5. Stuck in quaratine (Present day Ax);

Netflix n chill situation.

IZZY STRADIN

1. Would you mind me calling you my girlfriend?:

The reader and Izzy like each other but won't admit it, so Duff decides to do something about it.

2. Smoke:

Things get interesting when reader and Izzy go out for a smoke.

3. Matters of the heart (x James Hetfield):

Reader cheats on Izzy with James.

  SLASH

1. Ten Years Ain’t Nothing:

Slash is dating reader, who is ten years younger than him, consoling her after she gets hate.

2.It Only Took Him a Song:

Reader is a musician who collabs with Slash, ending in both of them confessing.

3. Caught:

Reader gives him a handjob while watching a movie with the rest of the band at Axl’s place.(smut)

4. My Michelle:

Slash and the reader are dating, and he teaches her “My Michelle” on guitar, she then plays on stage with Guns n’ Roses, and gets drunk with Slash after the show.

5. Shower Sex:

Sex in the shower with Mr. Hudson. (Smut)

6. I’m Leaving: 1 - 2

i. Slash confessing he’s cheated.

ii. Reader makes up with Slash. (smut)

7. Late At Night:

Slash comes to your house drunk.

8. Backstage:

Reader gets horny after watching Slash onstage. (Smut.)

9. Confort:

Reader has a panic attack and he conforts her.

10. Jealousy:

Slash is jealous of Axl. (smut)

11. Gala Session:

Slash gets fingery under the table. (smut)

12. Unexpected Night:

Reader meets Slash.

STEVEN ADLER

1. Hidden: 

Reader is Slashs’ little sister and secretly dating Stevie, but Steven is feeling conflicted about not telling his bestfriend which causes some troubles in their relationship. Takes place in their teenage years.

  SLASH & AXL ROSE

1. Porn Star Moans:

Slash x Reader x Axl threesome. (smut)

  HEADCANNONS

1. Dating Steven Adler...

2. Dating current age Axl Rose...

3. Sex with Axl Rose...

4. Dating a member of Guns n Roses...

MOTLEY CRUE

  TOMMY LEE:

1. Sleepless Nights:

Reader gets horny at Tommy’s place and Tommy walks in. (Smut)

2. Dazed 1 - 2

i. Angsty Tommy meets you and feels overwhelmed (in a good way) with how you treat him.

ii. Accepting they just cant be together, drunken sex.

  NIKKI SIXX:

1. Starry Eyes:

Reader finds out Starry Eyes is about her.

2. Overdose:

Reader gets a call from Vince saying Nikki had died.

  MICK MARS

1. Tour Visit:

The Dirt) Reader visits Mick on tour, fluff, pool scene.

2. Worth Waiting for:

Mick gets nervous and babbles his love confession towards the reader.

  VINCE NEIL

1. Drunken Confessions:

Reader is Tommy’s little sister and Vince falls in love.

SKID ROW

  RACHEL BOLAN:

1. Lap Dance:

Rachel is dared to give the reader a lap dance.

  SEBASTIAN BACH:

1.Unexpected Visitor:

Baz and Rachel’s sister are secretly dating and he walks in the worst time.

2. I Promised

Scotti’s roommate and best friend is crushing on Baz, but makes a promise not to his bandmembers.

  ROB AFFUSO:

1. Pre Show Meetings:

Reader bumps into Rob right before a show.

IRON MAIDEN

  JANICK GERS:

1. In The Office:

Janik eats his girlfriend on her office. (Smut)

  DAVE MURRAY:

1. Late Night Walks:

Reader can’t sleep so they go for a night walk.

2. Beach Confessions:

Dave tells the reader how he feels about her.

3. Alone Time:

Their alone time is interrumped by the boys.

  BRUCE DICKINSON:

1. Early Years:

Teen Bruce sneaks into teen reader’s room at night.

2. Just A Few More Weeks:

He’s away on tour and calls you.

  STEVE HARRIS:

1. All About You:

Steve performes oral on you. (smut)

2. One last time:

They love each other.

THE DOORS

  JIM MORRISON:

1. The Roof:

Jim and the reader stay up until sunrise.

  RAY MANZAREK:

1. You over me:

He’s stressed and reader helps him out.

NIRVANA

  KURT COBAIN:

1. Days Like This:

Kurt and reader have a day off and decide to spend it together.

L.A GUNS

  PHIL LEWIS:

1. Philthy Phil: 1 - 2

i. Reader hooks up with Phil after meeting in a party.  (smut)

ii. They fall in love, break up, and make up.

DEF LEPPARD

  PHIL COLLEN:

1. Rainy Days Are The Best Days:

Phil asks reader to marry him.

  RICK ALLEN:

1. A Joint And A Brush:

Rick and Reader get high and paint outside.

BLACK SABBATH

  OZZY OSBOURNE:

1. The After Show:

Ozzy meets the reader after a show and they fuck, ending in a relationship. (smut)

2. So Good:

Plotless sex.

LED ZEPPELIN

  JIMMY PAGE:

1. Drunken State:

Jimmy gets home drunk and the reader takes care of him.

2. Morning Takeover:

Fluff with their son.

SEX PISTOLS

  JOHNNY ROTTEN:

1. Kisses:

Making out with him.

HEADCANNONS

1. Sex with Johnny...

BILLY IDOL

1. Welcome Home:

He comes home from tour. (smut)

MEGADETH

  DAVE MUSTAINE:

1. Field Trips:

They get dirty in a field. (smut)

HANOI ROCKS

  RAZZLE

1. Don’t you ever leave me:

Based off on the song.

METALLICA

JAMES HETFIELD

1. Matters of the heart (x Izzy Stradlin):

Reader cheats on Izzy with James.

[mustainegf]

pls pls PLSSSS! i need taking a bath with late90s!Dave, like the intimacy, cleaning the other up, hugging each other, ugh i’m a slut for non-sexual intimacy

buttttt, it can end up with gentle sex 🤞

I am SUCH A sucker for non sexual intimacy, so I kept the smut a little more vague than I usually do, more passionate, I hope you love it as much as I do!!

I sink into the warm water, feeling it envelop my body in a gentle, soothing warmth. The bubbles dance lightly on the surface, reflecting the soft glow of the candles scattered around the bathroom.

I hear the familiar sound of Dave stepping into the tub behind me, and I lean back, resting against his chest.

His strong arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, and I feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my back.

"Hey, beautiful," he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. His voice is a low, comforting murmur, sending a shiver of warmth through me.

"Hey," I reply softly, turning my head to catch his lips in a gentle kiss. His lips are soft and tender, lingering just long enough to make my heart flutter.

Dave's hands move slowly, lovingly, gliding over my shoulders and down my arms. I close my eyes, losing myself in his touch.

He reaches for a washcloth, dipping it into the warm water before bringing it to my skin. He starts at my neck, the cloth moving in slow, deliberate circles, cleansing and caressing all at once.

“You feel so good," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple. "I love taking care of you like this."

I smile, a soft sigh escaping my lips. "I love it too," I reply. "Mm… and I love you."

His hands move lower, the washcloth tracing a path down my back.

I feel his fingers intertwine with mine, our hands submerged beneath the bubbles. He gives my hand a gentle squeeze, and I turn to look at him, meeting his gaze.

His eyes are filled with a tender affection, a love that seems to radiate from every part of him.

"I can't believe we're getting married soon," I say, my voice filled with wonder.

"I know," he replies, a grin spreading across his face. "Just you and me, forever."

I shift in the tub, turning to face him fully. My legs drape over his, and I lean in, resting my forehead against his.

Our breaths mingle, and for a moment, the world outside this bathroom ceases to exist.

"I love you so much," I whisper, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

"I love you too," he replies, his hands sliding up to cradle my face. He kisses me again, deeper this time, and I lose myself in the sensation of his lips, his touch, his love.

We hold each other close, our bodies entwined in the warm, fragrant water. I rest my head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Our kisses grow more passionate, each one sending waves of warmth through my body.

I can feel the desire building between us, a gentle but insistent current.

Dave's hands roam over my body, his touch both tender and filled with a longing that matches my own.

I respond in kind, my fingers exploring the familiar contours of his chest and shoulders.

As he pulls me closer, our bodies press together beneath the water, the heat from our skin mingling with the warmth of the bath.

His lips travel down my neck, each kiss igniting sparks of pleasure that make me shiver. I arch into him, my breath coming in soft gasps, and he responds by deepening his touch, his hands caressing every curve and dip of my body.

The water ripples around us as we move together, the intimacy of our connection deepening with each passing moment.

Dave's hands find my waist, and he gently lifts me, guiding me to straddle him. Our eyes lock, and in that gaze, I see everything, love, desire, lust, and a future we are building together.

He enters me slowly, the sensation drawing a soft moan from my lips. We move together in a slow, gentle rhythm, our bodies perfectly attuned to each other.

Every movement is filled with love, a dance of passion.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, our lips meeting in a series of slow, lingering kisses.

His hands grip my hips, guiding our rhythm, and I lose myself in the pleasure that builds with each thrust.

“Dave..” I whispered, holding him close. He felt so perfect inside of me, so right.

His hands lifted out of the water, running up my waist as water dribbled away.

The room was quiet except for the gentle slosh of water, and our gentle moans.

Whispers of love fill the air, mingling with our breaths and the soft sounds of the water.

"You feel so good," he murmurs against my lips, his voice husky with emotion. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," I reply, my words punctuated by gasps of pleasure.

We move together, our passion building with each passing moment. I can feel the tension coiling within me, the anticipation of release.

Dave's hands roam over my back, pulling me closer, as if he can't get enough of me. I match his intensity, each movement driving us both closer to the edge.

"You're my everything," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. "I want you, always."

The heat of his words sends a shiver down my spine, and I respond with a kiss that is both fervent and tender.

Our bodies are moving in perfect harmony, the rhythm of our lovemaking becoming more urgent, more insistent.

"Dave," I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "I'm so close."

"Me too," he replies, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Just a little more."

We hold each other tighter, our bodies pressed together as we rode the wave of passion.

The world narrows down to the sensation of his touch, the sound of his voice. With one final thrust, the tension breaks, and we came together, our cries of pleasure mixing in the steamy air.

Shudders run through our bodies, and I cling to him, feeling the aftershocks of our shared release.

Dave's arms wrap around me, holding me close as we both catch our breath. The water sloshes gently around us, a soothing contrast to our lovemaking.

For a long moment, we just hold each other, basking in the warmth and the closeness.

I rest my head on his shoulder, my heart still racing, and feel his lips press against my forehead in a tender kiss.

He runs his fingers through my hair, his touch soothing and gentle. We stay like this for what feels like an eternity, whispering sweet nothings.

"Forever," he whispers against my hair.

"Forever," I echo, my heart swelling.

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your last post inspired me, what about like dave looking after you while you're pregnant and he will not let you do anything but rest and he keeps coming over and talking to the baby and kissing your stomach

This is so cute I just about cried writing it, I love writing and reading stuff like this SO MUCHH

The weight of exhaustion settled heavily on my shoulders as I sank into the cozy nest of pillows Dave had arranged for me. I felt guilty watching him fussing around the room, tending to chores I used to handle effortlessly.

"Dave, really, I can help," I protested weakly, but he shook his head with a gentle smile, his eyes full of determination.

"No, sweetheart, you need to rest," he insisted, his voice soft but firm as he settled beside me on the bed.

His touch washed every bad thought away. With a sigh, I allowed myself to relax into his embrace, feeling the tension melting away with each gentle stroke of his hand.

"You're carrying our baby, hun," he murmured, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and reverence. "Let me take care of you." Dave murmured at he placed a kiss on my forehead.

I knew he was right. I may have been the one carrying our baby, but Dave was shouldering the weight, every step of the way.

Throughout my entire pregnancy, Dave was constantly looking out for me and our baby, shielding me from any hint of stress or discomfort.

He cooked, cleaned, and ran errands without complaint, all to ensure I had the peace and quiet I needed to nurture our unborn child.

Every night, he would curl up beside me, his hand resting gently on my belly as he talked to our baby, his words filled with love and excitement.

"And here's your daddy," he would whisper, his voice tinged with wonder as he rubbed my belly in circular motions. "I can't wait to hold you in my arms."

I smiled softly, feeling a surge of warmth and happiness as I watched Dave's eyes light up. Leaning in, he pressed gentle kisses to my stomach, his lips lingering in silent promises of love and protection.

Dave's fingers traced gentle circles on my swollen belly, a gesture of affection that had become routine now.

And suddenly, there was a quick movement, a small kick.

"Holy shit..." Dave's voice was barely more than a whisper, his eyes widening in astonishment. He looked up at me, a look of disbelief on his face.

"Yeah, that happens," I said softly, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I watched his reaction.

Dave's hand remained still on my belly, hoping for another movement. And then, it happened again, a subtle but unmistakable kick that brought a laugh of pure joy from Dave.

"Yeah, our little kicker is quite active today," I replied, reaching out to place my hand over his.

"You hear that, buddy? You're already making mommy and daddy so happy..."

And as he leaned in to press a kiss to my belly, I felt so much gratitude for the man by my side.

The man who was thought to be so scary, who was really just harbouring so much emotion.

Dave brought his head back up to rest on my shoulder. “I love you so much, David.” I whispered. Hardly anyone called him that, but I liked to on occasion, it always seemed to bring a pink to his cheeks.

“I love you too… both of you,” he smiled, softly kissing my lips.

The man I’d loved for years, my soulmate, and the father of our future child. I loved him so much.

[mustainegf]

omg can u do some headcannons of 80s!Dave with a goth gf? 🥹

This is soooo 80s dave in my opinion omg—I kinda did a mixture of little scenarios/headcannons!!

Makeup

Dave sits patiently on a stool in her room, surrounded by her makeup collection. Shes grinning mischievously, and is applying dark eyeliner and black lipstick to his face. When she’s done, Dave looks in the mirror and can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous he looks. They both giggle uncontrollably, and she plants a kiss on his cheek, leaving a black lipstick mark. “You look perfect,” she teases, and he just shakes his head, smiling.

Public Display

Dave and her are walking hand in hand through a busy shopping district. People give them odd looks, some even making snide comments about her gothic appearance. One particularly rude passerby mutters something under his breath. Dave stops, looks the person in the eye, and says firmly, “shove it, dickhead!”

Inspiration

Dave is in the recording studio with his band, Megadeth, working on new material. He looks over to her, who’s sitting in the corner reading a novel. Her presence and unique aura inspire the lyrics he’s writing. The dark, poetic themes in his songs are a direct reflection of her influence.

Defense

At a party, a few people make offhand remarks about her gothic style. Dave overhears and steps in. “If you say one more fucking thing about my girlfriend, if rip you a new one,” he says loudly, making sure everyone hears. “She’s perfect the way she is.”

Romantic Stroll

Dave and you are taking a late-night walk through a quiet park. The moonlight casts a gentle glow on her dark outfit, making her look almost ethereal. They find a bench and sit down, talking about everything and nothing. She leans in and kisses his cheek, leaving a black lipstick mark. Dave smiles and pulls her closer, thinking about how much he loves her unique style and presence.

Concert

During a Megadeth concert, Dave takes a moment to address the audience. “This next song is for someone special,” he says, looking directly at her in the crowd. “She inspires a lot of megadeths darkness.” The crowd cheers, and she blows him a kiss. “And I like the darkness.”

Intimate Evening

Dave and her are cuddled up on the couch at her apartment, watching a horror movie. The room is dimly lit. She kisses his cheek, leaving another black lipstick mark, and Dave chuckles. “You always leave your mark,” he says, playfully wiping at his cheek. “And I love it.”

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

nsfw headcanons about dilf dave mustaine pls

hi! i did nsfw headcannons for dave already, there’s kind of a segment that focuses on older (dilf) dave, so this is just a little extra add on to that

•so it’s been said that he eats pussy for his own pleasure 🫢 like i feel like dilf dave would practically beg you to let him eat you out, and he’s so good at it istg. he makes you literally scream

•his favorite pet names for you would be traditional ones like baby, darling, sweetheart etc, but also princess and other ones he thinks of himself that are specific to you

•he’s so big and rijslwksk i just wanna cling onto his arms. he’d get so turned on if you try to clench his arms when he fucks you in missionary position, like his arms are so big n your hands can only wrap halfway around em

•he takes real good care of his girl, in and out of the bedroom. he really treats you like a princess, he lives to see the noises and faces you make from the pleasure he gives to you. he just spoils you because he adores you so much

•same goes for aftercare, he’s always sure to get you everything you need, and he holds you closely in his arms while you lay on his chest until you fall asleep after a good few rounds <3

[grazi-your-rockette-queen]

headcanons about dave mustaine favorite positions 🙏

ok ok ok i tried my best

• i wanna say his favorite over everything is missionary (or any close contact positions where he can see your face really) because he likes being able to kiss your face and neck and leave hickeys everywhere, also being able to run his hands all over your upper body, and always get a really good view of you under him <3

•but also doggyyyy especially in front of a mirror becauseeee omg he loves seeing your eyes roll back in your head while he’s thrusting into you fast and hard, balls slapping against your clit, hands cupping your tits and holding you close so that your back is pressed flush against his warm chest (omggg) he’d be kissing your neck and shoulders too

•so i think that’s his favorite overall (kinda basic but still) but another honorable mention would be like fucking you against a wall 🫢 like it hasn’t happened too many times but like i imagine him coming home from tour and being so happy to see you especially after only being able to have sex over the phone with you for months, and he wouldn’t even be able to make it to the bed before he’s making you literally scream from the intense passion that he’s been storing up for when he comes home

[mustainegf]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His cock touched my entrance and I shuddered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It sounded so dirty but in the best way possible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He grunted, fucking me senseless against the wall.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mustainegf]

dilf teacher! dave mustaine who teaches female reader how to touch herself

WOAH im gonna award you with best request of the fucking century, this shit has me EXPLODING. I love for this one so much nonnie. Literally dm me I wanna be ur friend 😭

The lecture had long finished, and I found myself staying late with my professor. Professor Mustaine.

He had very long ginger hair, and sharpest, most handsome eyes you'd ever seen. They were enough to slice me in half.

He was tall too, and I loved how his broad shoulders tapered down to his narrow hips. He was so beautiful that sometimes I wondered if he was real. If he wasn't some figment of my imagination.

I know he could tell I had a bit of a crush on him, because he didn't let other students sit in his lap like I was right now.

I Knew it was crazy. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was scandalous. But I couldn't help but love how he made me feel. "Tell me sweetheart.." he trailed off, running his hands down my body. "How often to you touch yourself for me?" He asked with a smug grin.

I blushed. My face turned bright red. I turned my head away from him, but he caught me, turning me back towards him. "Answer me." He said firmly.

"I-I don't know what you mean?" I said quickly.

"You mean to say you've never touched yourself?

You've never masturbated?" His voice rose into a laugh as I nodded shyly. "Oh, sweetie. It's time you learned then isn't it?"

He said softly. I nodded again, this time my eyes pleading with him to take me. He chuckled slightly.

"Stand up sweetheart." He ordered. I stood up and stepped out of the chair. I glanced around the room, wondering who would find us here. But when I Looked back at him, he was still staring at me.

"Look at me," he ordered, and I obeyed. "Good girl.

Now take your clothes off for me." He commanded, and once again, I did as I was told.

When I was naked, I felt self-conscious. But his hands on me brought me to life. They made me want to be the best version of myself. To please him any way he wanted. "Is that better?" He asked. I nodded.

"Sit on my desk," he instructed, helping lift me up onto the large desktop. My leg instinctively shut, afraid of him looking at me down there.

He stood behind the desk, my back laying against his chest. He had a good view down my body and where I would soon play with myself. He smiled, seeing my discomfort, and said, "Open them for me. Open your legs." I obeyed him hesitantly, feeling foolish that I hadn't done this sooner.

I was scared, I had never done this before, but I was grateful to have professor Dave to show me how.

He gently brushed the hair out of my face and looked me in the eyes. "We will go at your pace. I promise. I just want you to know how to make yourself feel good when I can't."

He took my hand in his, slowly pulling my fingers to my crotch.

I squirmed under his touch, wanting more.

Wanting all of him. But I trusted him, and I knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

He took my finger and placed it over my clit, circling it slowly. It took me a second to adjust, and then the pleasure hit me like a brick wall. It felt so good, better than anything I've ever felt before.

"Rub in circles, can you do that for me?" Dave whispered, still softly guiding my hand.

I nodded and began rubbing in little circles. He leaned forward, kissing my shoulder. It was so soft and gentle, I felt as though I were floating. It was hard to keep focus on what I was doing.

"Such a good job, does that feel good?" He asked gently, watching with the hungriest eyes as I masturbated for the very first time in front of him.

"Yes, Sir." I moaned, unable to answer any other way. "Lower your fingers, feel how wet you are,"

he ordered, making me lower my fingers so I could feel how slick my pussy was. I gasped slightly at the fluids dripping down my thighs.

"Is that all for me, sweet girl?" He cooed, also reaching down to feel how soaked I was. I nodded hastily, my pussy throbbing with these new sensations.

"I want you to put two fingers inside of you," he instructed me. "B-but profess-" he cut me off before I could finish. "Do it, I promise it'll feel good."

I did as he said, sliding two fingers into my hot core. I gasped in shock, and he chuckled slightly.

"That's it. Feel how tight you are? That feels so good, doesn't it?" I nodded, breathing heavily.

He took my hand in his, showing me how to use my thumb on my clit while my fingers were deep inside of me. Slowly, he guided my hand, making sure I knew exactly what to do.

It hurt a little bit but I quickly got used to my own fingers, curling this slightly as I fingered myself.

The pain turned into a delicious ache, and soon the only thing I was able to focus on was the arousal.

"That's such a good girl," Dave encouraged.

I could feel the knot in my stomach becoming increasingly tight and I had a feeling I was gonna cum. "Professor, I think I'm gonna cum, what do I do?" I whined in panic.

"You don't need to do anything, just let it happen," he reassured me. "Let go." And that was exactly what I did.

I continued to work at myself until I finally felt release, it was the most pleasure I'd ever felt in my life, all compacted into a few seconds. I moaned out, squirting cum all over my legs and our hands.

The liquid sprayed slightly until it came to a dribble, a puddle of cum all over his desk.

"Oh god," I breathed out, completely spent. Dave chuckled. "Well, there's your first lesson."

I exhaled with a slight laugh, leaning my head back into his shoulder. "Did you like that?" He asked me softly, brushing my cheek.

I blushed slightly, trying to ignore the strong urges that were still running through me. "Y-yes, Sir." I stammered, unsure what to say. "Good girl," he praised, kissing my cheek.

[mustainegf]

This idea has been clanging around in my brain for months, so I figured why not write it (after MANY rough drafts) and give it to you guys!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Angst, mention of drugs, mention of pregnancy, slight fluff, mentions of suicide, panic attack

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: She wakes to find her husband, Dave, shattered emotionally in the bathroom. Dave's problem with addiction intensifies, fueled by fear of relapse as they contemplate starting a family.

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ¹⁹⁹²

I jolted awake to the sound of shattering porcelain, the echo of it slicing through the silence of our bedroom. My heart lurched in my chest, fear snatching at my throat. Dave wasn't beside me. Panic gripped me like a vice as I threw the covers off, my mind racing through a dozen worst-case scenarios in an instant.

I scrambled out of bed, my feet hitting the cold floor with a shock. The urgency of the situation propelled me forward, each step echoing the pounding of my heart. My mind conjured images of accidents, injuries, or worse. Dave had been acting strange lately, distant and withdrawn, but I never imagined it would lead to this.

The bathroom door was ajar, and a thin ribbon of light spilled out into the dim hallway. I hesitated for just a moment, a flicker of apprehension coursing through me. But I couldn't afford to hesitate, not when Dave might be in trouble.

Pushing the door open, I was met with a sight that froze me in my tracks. Dave stood in front of the shattered mirror, his reflection fragmented into a thousand fractured pieces. His shoulders were tense, his back rigid, and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. But it was his face that caught my attention, twisted in a mask of raw anguish. Tears streaked down his cheeks, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Dave, honey, tell me what’s wrong," My voice wavered, barely more than a whisper. I took a step forward, rubbing his arm as I glanced down at the dripping blood on his knuckles.

He didn't respond, didn't even acknowledge my presence. His gaze remained fixed on the broken mirror, as if it held the answers to all the questions tormenting him.

"Dave, talk to me," I pleaded, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. His eyes flashed with a mix of anger and despair.

"Can't you see?" he spat, his words laced with bitterness. "I'm a mess, a fucking disaster."

My heart sank at his words, the weight of his pain pressing down on me like a physical force. I continued to rub his arm in support, but he recoiled as if my touch burned.

"Don't," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "I don't need your pity."

"I'm not here to pity you, Dave," I said, my voice soft but firm. "I'm here because I care about you. Because I love you."

He scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. The sound cut me to the core, a sharp reminder of the darkness that lurked within him, threatening to consume us both. But I refused to let it win. I refused to let him slip away without a fight.

"What’s all of this about, Dave?" | pressed gently, my voice laced with concern as I looked into his tortured eyes.

"It's about me being weak," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with self loathing.

My heart clenched at his words, at the weight of his darkness. "You're not weak, Dave," | insisted, my voice trembling with emotion. "You're human. Anybody would say you’re the opposite of weak."

Dave's words poured out in a torrent of anger and despair, each syllable heavy with the weight of his self-loathing. "I'm pathetic," he spat, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'm a failure, a goddamn waste of space. I've been clean for months, but what does it matter? I'll just end up going back to using, like I always do."

My heart ached at his words, at the depth of his torment.

"I'm afraid," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion. "Afraid of going back to heroin, to valiums, to cocaine. Afraid of losing myself again, of never finding my way back.” He poured his emotions onto the bathroom floor, hot anger and ice cold sadness hanging in the air.

“But deep down, I know it's inevitable. I'm weak, too weak to resist it."

I tried to speak, to offer anything I could, but he wasn’t finished yet.

But he shook his head, his whole body trembling with the force of his emotion. "You don't understand," he insisted, his voice rising to a shout. "I'm a lost cause. I'm going to end up destroying everything I love, just like always."

Tears welled in my eyes as I watched him unravel before me, the weight of his pain crushing him beneath its relentless weight. "Dave, listen to me," I urged, my voice steady despite the feeling in my heart. "You are not defined by the drugs. You have the strength to get over this."

But he shook his head, his eyes filled with anguish. "I don't think I can," he whispered, his voice barely more than a broken whisper.

“I-I can't do this anymore," he choked out between sobs, his whole body trembling with the force of his despair. "I'm so tired, so...so fucked." He spat out. “I just wish I would be put out of my fucking misery. Kill myself or something.”

My heart was shattering at his words, the pain in his voice like a knife twisting in my chest. I quickly reached out and gripped the sides of his face, pulling his gaze to meet mine. "Look at me, Dave," I said, my voice soft but insistent. "Breathe."

He obeyed, his eyes meeting mine, and I could see the turmoil churning within him, the storm of emotions threatening to take him entirely.

"Promise me, Dave," I said, my voice trembling with emotion. "Promise me that you'll never talk about killing yourself again. I-I couldn't bear to lose you."

For a moment, he was silent, his breathing slow and steady as he stared into my eyes, as if searching for something within them. And then, finally, he nodded, a single tear slipping down his cheek.

"I promise," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. But he continued.

"How will I even be a good father?" he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. "I don't want my future child to have a junkie for a dad."

And then, in an instant, everything clicked into place.

Me and Dave had been trying for a baby for the last month, and I realized that it played a big part in this. It wasn't just the drugs, but Dave was afraid of relapsing and not being there for our baby.

I softly brushed his cheek, Doing whatever I could to comfort him. "Dave, listen to me," I said. "You are going to be an amazing father. You’ve been clean for almost 2 years now, this is just your anxiety."

I gently wiped away his tears with my thumbs, feeling the wetness beneath my touch as I tried to offer him some solace in the midst of his pain. "You need to sleep, Dave," I whispered softly. "We'll deal with the mirror in the morning. Right now, all that matters is that you rest."

I carefully wiped and cleaned his bloodied and cut knuckles, dabbing a warm wet cloth on his wounds. I wrapped his hand and gently held him close as I brought him back to bed.

As we made our way back to bed, I whispered sweet words of reassurance. "I'm right here," I murmured, wrapping my arms around him as we settled beneath the covers. "Just breathe, Dave. Everything's going to be okay."

He nodded against my chest, his breathing slowly evening out as sleep began to claim him. "I know, I know," he whispered, his voice barely more than a sleepy murmur.

I held him close, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my own, and for a moment, everything else went away. In that moment, there was only us.

And as I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, I knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, we would face them together, hand in hand.