#dave mustaine

[lagunz]

𖤐 james hetfield, lars ulrich & dave mustaine ; early metallica days

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

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.

[mentalmilkshakes]

Dave cubed

[garageinc]

Polish metallica fandom is the best

(translation: go be ginger somewhere else!!!)

[broidobe]

𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔡𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

requested by anon! i hope you enjoyyyyy!!

ps. you'll understand the...odd photo out later

⁎⁺˳✧༚miscellaneous masterlist

at the start of your relationship, he’s not very tender

like he doesn’t really show anything

but after a while, he gets pretty affectionate

just not around people

at home, he would be all over you

overall pretty messy guy

very unorganised

you have to BEG him to do anything that involves cleaning

VERY jealous

like to the MAX

you guys fight about it a decent amount too

he's a very closeted guy

doesn't really speak about his emotions

but if it really bothers him, he will be open about it

he TRIES to be romantic

like he REALLY DOES

but he really isn’t 

he once shook your hand after a show

SHOOK YOUR HAND

like dude, come on

he thinks it’s embarrassing to say stupid shit like “you are the light in my life”

so he's very straight up

i love you

love ya

love you lots

and like that is the best you get

he has an obsession of saying your name completely wrong

even if it’s the most simple name ever

he WILL say it wrong

biggest secret of his: loves when you put rollers in his hair

he will NEVER admit it

but he will initiate it

my hair is so flat

i don't think i can sing with hair this bad

this man does taekwondo

and he sure as HELL uses it

guy starts a conversation with you at a bar

BAM!

he's getting kicked in the head ninja style

in fact, dave will throw in some enthusiasm

WAHKOW

WOOSH

[nausicaamusiclover20]

hi! could you maybe do kirk and dave pining after the reader and her ending up with one of them? i couldnt decide, so id leave that up to you🙈 maybe also w v!reader ? or just her being a bit reserved and shy.. thank u so much, i love your blog!

Thank you so much, but I think that this is very weak. But I hope you like it anyway ❤‍🩹

Just us two

The bar was buzzing with chatter and laughter, but it felt like time had slowed down, the space around us shrinking to just me, Kirk, and Dave. I could feel the weight of the decision in my chest, like a slow, steady beat pulling me toward something—toward someone.

Dave had that way of looking at me, of making me feel seen, like I was the only person in the room. His confidence was magnetic, pulling me in with ease, and yet, tonight, it felt almost suffocating. His words, though playful and teasing, seemed to have an edge, as if he expected something from me—something I wasn’t sure I was ready to give.

Kirk, on the other hand, was quieter. He hadn’t said much all night, but every time his eyes met mine, it was like a soft invitation, a question wrapped in silence. There was a warmth in his gaze, a patience that I hadn’t even realized I needed until now.

"You don’t have to stay quiet, Y/N," Dave’s voice cut through the air, his tone smooth but edged with something more, something almost challenging. "You know, you can have a little fun too."

I didn’t know how to respond. I liked Dave, I did. His boldness was alluring, like a fire I could touch but not fully embrace. But in the pit of my stomach, I felt something stir—a pull toward something softer, something gentler. My gaze flicked to Kirk, sitting beside me. He hadn’t said much, but his presence was like a quiet reassurance.

Kirk shifted uncomfortably, his fingers nervously tracing the rim of his glass. "I—I don’t know what to say," he muttered, his voice soft, almost hesitant. "I just... don’t want to make you feel pressured."

I smiled softly, appreciating the way he cared, his gentleness in the face of my uncertainty. I wasn’t sure what I needed right now, but I could feel it in the way my heart was quietly drawn to him.

"I get it," I said gently, "but it's not that. I just... feel like I've been in my own head tonight."

Kirk looked up at me, his lips parting as if he was about to say more, but he seemed unsure, like he wasn’t sure what the right thing to say was. His eyes met mine, full of something soft, something I couldn’t quite put into words, but it made my heart flutter in a way Dave never had. His patience, his quiet understanding—it was all the reassurance I needed.

The air between us shifted, and for a moment, everything felt clear. I wasn’t drawn to the confident boldness of Dave anymore. I was drawn to Kirk’s quiet care, his ability to wait without rushing me, without demanding anything.

I turned back to Dave, who was still watching us. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the shift, his lips curling into a tight smile. The playful edge in his voice softened as he spoke, but there was still something sharp behind it. "Why don’t you stop sitting there and actually say something, Kirk?" Dave said, his voice taking on a sharper edge, his gaze flicking between us. "You know, it’s not all on her to make the first move."

Kirk’s expression flickered, a slight frown pulling at the corners of his lips. He didn’t like the attention, the push that Dave was trying to give him. I could see his fingers tighten around his glass, his discomfort clear. But there was no anger in him—just a quiet sadness, a feeling of being unsure if he could measure up to someone like Dave.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. The tension was unbearable. It wasn’t the time for games or posturing. I had to make my choice.

I turned back to Kirk, meeting his eyes with a soft, steady gaze. "Let’s go," I said firmly, my voice cutting through the tension. "I want you, Kirk."

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he seemed to freeze, caught off guard by my words. But there was no hesitation when his hand reached out for mine, his fingers closing around mine with warmth and steadiness.

"We should get out of here," I added quietly, the decision finally feeling clear, like the fog had lifted. I didn’t need to say more. My eyes met his, and in that moment, there was no doubt—just a shared understanding.

We stood up together, walking past Dave, who remained sitting at the table. His gaze lingered on us, but there were no words, no confrontation—just the quiet acknowledgment of what was happening.

As we stepped out into the cool night air, the noise of the bar was left behind, and the world felt calmer. The street was quiet, the sound of the city distant but comforting. Kirk’s hand in mine was warm, steady, and as I walked beside him, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t realized I was missing.

“I wanted to make sure,” I murmured after a while, breaking the silence. "I didn’t want to rush anything. But now... I’m sure."

Kirk’s voice was soft, the relief in it palpable. "I’m glad. I just... I didn’t want to make you feel pressured."

I squeezed his hand, feeling the warmth of his sincerity wash over me. "You never did. It was just me, trying to figure things out."

He smiled softly, the tension melting away, and we continued walking side by side, the city lights casting a quiet glow around us.

We reached a small park bench, tucked away in a quiet corner. Kirk sat first, and I followed, sitting beside him. Our hands were still intertwined, no need for more words.

“I’m glad you’re sure,” he said after a while, his voice gentle, but there was a depth in it, like he was relieved to hear me say the words.

“I am,” I replied softly. "I want this. I want you."

Kirk looked at me, his gaze full of warmth, his fingers squeezing mine in return. We didn’t need anything more. The connection between us had always been there—quiet, patient, and full of understanding. And now, with each other, it felt like everything had fallen into place.

[scythelordsucks]

[kyuoki]

[novacallisto]

I faced this the other day which was...I mean...you know...😭😂

[doubletalkingmaeve]

every time I see a new photo of my favourite old man I say yippe and jump ten foot in the air

[rosebushjhj]

Do you just randomly catch yourself looking at pictures or band members and giggling like a schoolgirl

[birdhouse-inyour-soul]

These bitches Gay 😞

[we-will-swallow-your-soul]

[kirkwahmmett]

(GIF credits go to @road-2nowhere)

[exhumetoc0nsume]

some sketches on this mini sketchbook I think I'm having an artblock fml

[mystic-sn0w]