#dave mustaine x you

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

okay this is the first time ever requesting anything EVER! But I love ur writing so I had to. I’m think a three way between the reader, James and Dave. But it’s like they’re fighting over who’s doing it right? And the reader is kinda innocent and has no experience. And they end up fucking her, taking turns like a competition bc they both in love w her? And, idk, maybe they met her bc she works for a catering business so they both know her? Idk if that makes sense lmaoo. Obviously only if ur comfy w it, but I beg!!!!

A/n: I will never not be mad that my computer glitched AFTER I FINISHED THIS and none of it saved so I had to start from scratch all over again 🥹 I WAS LITERALLY ADDING THE TAGS kill me 😩

Two days later and I’m still mad IT WAS PERFECT I genuinely think I peaked with that one 😫

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight breeding kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

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“What-what do you want, Dave?” You asked, struggling to bite back moans as James curled his fingers at just the right angle.

Dave could picture you now, doing everything you could to get off on your fingers without him there to help you. “I was just checking in, see how you were doing in the new place.” He said, twirling the phone cord in his fingers. “Didn’t realize how needy you were, want me to come over?”

“What’s he saying?” James asked, barely pulling away from you, his hot breath fanning over your cunt. His fingers didn’t stop, still thrusting into your tight hole to prep you for him.

Dave heard James over the receiver, anger already boiling in him. “Who’s that?” He asked, struggling to hold back to venom in his voice. “Are you with someone?”

James took the phone from you and hung up on Dave, going back between your trembling thighs. "Don't think about him, just think about me." He said, flicking your clit with his tongue. "Let me show you what you've been missing with Dave."

You wanted to get him to stop, you knew you should've, but you couldn't. His tongue, his fingers, he felt so good. Your head fell back and you reached down to him, fingers lacing through his hair and pulling him closer.

You’d just moved to L.A. not long after your tour with Metallica. They weren’t the first band you’d gone with for catering and such, organizing dinners whatever. First you went out with Megadeth where you met their lead singer, Dave Mustaine.

He seemed to have a thing for you, you didn’t catch on right away but he didn’t make an attempt to hide it.

Dave was great and helped you move into your apartment, it wasn’t far from his place which was why you gave him a key. Now you were regretting that decision.

Your moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. Still, you heard the keys jingling in the door, followed by Dave storming over.

He stormed into the room, swinging it open and stopping dead in his tracks at the sight. James between your legs with a firm hold on your hips as he thrust in and out of you at a brutal pace.

“What the fuck.” Dave hissed, pulling his shirt off over his head and making his way over to you. By the time he got to the bed he was just as naked as you and James.

Dave reached over for your head, turning you to him as he stroked his semi hard dick. He lined himself up with your bruised lips but James pushed him away before he could really do anything.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He demanded, unable to take most of his attention off of you wrapped around him. "She-she's never done this before, Dave, you can't just-just choke her."

Dave stared at James who was abusing your hole right now with his thrusts that lacked any rhythm. He was so close, he tried to push it off but he couldn't help the high that he was so close to.

Dave rolled his eyes and looked back to you, he knew, as much as he didn't want to, that his former bandmate was right. Your lips parted, moans left you, but you could barely handle this, let alone any more.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipped under his weight. Dave brushed your hair out of your face and cupped your cheek in his hand so you could look at him. He smiled down at you so warmly it distracted you for a moment from James brutal thrusts. "You're doing so good, darling." He purred. "You look so pretty like this."

"So fucking breedable." James grunted, his hand pressing down on your stomach where a bulge had formed from him. A soft gasp left you, Dave's eyes shot up to James, glaring daggers into him.

With a few more thrusts James came, painting your walls with his cum. He pulled out of you, letting his cum drip down your ass as he laid down beside you.

James wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his side, letting you rest your head on his arm.

Dave scoffed. "Couldn't even make her cum."

James shot him a look. "I made her cum."

"Not with your dick, you didn't." James rolled his eyes at Dave's words. "You fuck like a bitch in heat."

"At least I fucked her." Dave had to stop himself from punching the blond.

He moved to kneel between your legs, looking over you a moment and running his hands along your sides with a featherlight touch. "Not good enough, obviously." He muttered. He leaned down, kissing your cheek and jaw, nipping at your earlobe. “Sweet thing needs it soft and slow.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Dave’s cock push between your wet folds, bumping your clit. Dave let out a low groan as he pushed into you, feeling your walls around him squeezing so deliciously.

Dave paused to let you adjust even though there wasn’t much difference between him and James, as much as he hated to admit it.

Dave started rolling his hips, watching your reactions closely until his dick was angled just right inside you. You squeaked, eyes shutting tight.

Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him impossibly closer to you. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dave asked, giving your hip a gentle squeeze. “You look so pretty like this, taking me so good.” He cooed, smiling warmly down at you.

Not wanting to lay there uselessly James traced shapes on your stomach, hand moving lower until his rough, calloused fingers found your clit, rubbing it in pace with Dave’s thrusts.

His attention was on you the whole time, James hated that he wasn’t the one making you feel this good. He hated that it was Dave, of all people it had to be Dave. He made you cum on his fingers and he’d be damned if he couldn’t do it again.

Dave kept his rhythm, rubbing your thighs and sides, trying to ignore James’s fingers bumping his groin every few thrusts.

Your mind was a muddled mess, eyes fluttering in pleasure. You couldn’t focus on anything but the way they were making you feel, the way the veins on Dave’s dick dragged on your gummy walls, the bulge that came with him fucking you so deep. James’s fingers rubbing you smoothly, jolts of electricity shooting through you.

“That’s it, darling, just relax.” Dave purred, letting you come undone from every little sensation. You head fell back, back arching off the mattress as you came on Dave, walls fluttering around him and he followed suit not long after, filling you to the brim with his seed.

A low groan left him, his hips jerking a last time before he pulled out and laid down on the other side of you.

You shifted closer to James, the two mens cum mixed together with your own juices as they spilled out of you.

“Are you kidding me?” Dave demanded. “After that, you go to him?”

“Dave.” James said, rubbing your side and squeezing your waist. “Look at her.” He rolled you onto your back, letting Dave see the glazed over look in your eyes, your lips parted slightly with heavy breaths.

Dave couldn’t exactly be that mad at you now, not when you were so out of it. “Fucked dumb, huh?” He cooed, kissing your temple. “Just sleep now… I’ll kick James out later.”

The blond rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to him, taking you for himself while he could.

[ghostbustting]

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

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

╰┈➤“𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑹𝑶𝑳𝑳„ ๋࣭

Dave Mustaine x Singer!Reader

Contains Smut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Too many things, perhaps.

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

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

"You came."

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

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

"You begged me to."

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

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

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

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

"Is that.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"D-dave.."

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

"Now.. please?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Please."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Words for the camera?”

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

"Naughty girl."

[allmoshnobrain]

Hello, lovelies! 

I decided to try taking part in kinktober for the first time this year. The stories will be all reader inserts and mostly less than 2k words unless I get in the mood to write longer ones. I’m not sure I’ll be able to post every day, but I did come up with a 31 prompt/pairing list that I fully intend to finish even if it takes a while!

Fandoms featured: Metallica/Megadeth, Venom (band), Call of Duty, Supernatural, Naruto 

You can also participate in the writing list with my FREE SPACE dynamic. There are some free spaces for specific pairings and you can shoot me asks with suggestions for kinks and plots featuring them. I will choose one for each character featured to write!

(I may still write non featured requests outside of kinktober, though. And if I get no asks for any of the characters I’ll just choose something to write about them on my own lol).

Free spaces available: Sam Winchester (SPN), Jason Newsted (Metallica), Cap. John Price (COD), Kakashi Hatake (Naruto), Cronos (Venom) 

I will keep posting my other stories and requests like Valley of Roses if I write them, even with kinktober going on!

You can check the full list with characters and prompts for the month below:

Week 01: 10/01 to 10/05

10/01: Caught in the Act + Voyeurism | Jason Newsted x Reader x James Hetfield

10/02: Gun Play | Dean Winchester x Reader

10/03: Biting + Hickeys | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/04: Sex Toys + Public | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/05: Blindfold + Group Sex | 90’s Metallica x Reader

Week 02: 10/06 to 10/12

10/06: FREE SPACE | Cronos (Venom) x Reader

10/07: Edging | Kirk Hammett x Reader

10/08: Mirror Sex | Cronos (Venom) x Reader

10/09: Breeding Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/10: Size Kink + Gentle Dom | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/11: Dacryphilia + Spanking | James Hetfield x Reader

10/12: FREE SPACE | Jason Newsted x Reader

Week 03: 10/13 to 10/19

10/13: Cockwarming + Begging | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/14: Degradation + Angry Sex | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/15: Phone Sex | Lars Ulrich x Reader

10/16: Public Sex | Cap. Price x Reader

10/17: Choking | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/18: FREE SPACE | Cap. Price x Reader

10/19: Praise Kink + Daddy Kink | James Hetfield x Reader

Week 04: 10/20 to 10/26

10/20: Aftercare | Cliff Burton x Reader

10/21: Masked Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/22: Car Sex | Cliff Burton x Reader

10/23: Filming + Threesome | Lars Ulrich x Reader x Kirk Hammett

10/24: FREE SPACE | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/25: Bondage | Lars Ulrich x Reader

10/26: Thigh Riding + Handjob |  Dean Winchester x Reader

Week 05: 10/27 to 10/31

10/27: Virginity Loss | Sam Winchester x Reader

10/28: Friends with Benefits + Keeping quiet | Jason Newsted x Reader

10/29: Period Sex | Kirk Hammett x Reader

10/30: FREE SPACE | Sam Winchester x Reader

10/31: Halloween Special: Sex Pollen + Fuck or Die | Dean Winchester x Reader

[nausicaamusiclover20]

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

Thanks!

I hope you like it!❤

Tangled up in trouble

It all started with a look.

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

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

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

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

“Do I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mom? Dad?”

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

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

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

“Uh—” My brain flatlined.

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

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

“Wrestling?” she repeated, tilting her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right,” he agreed, nodding too quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Damn right I was.

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

Next time, though, the door would be locked.

[hollywoodroses]

basic instinct (a dave mustaine fan fiction)

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

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

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

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

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

minors please do not interact

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

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

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

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

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

-AT HOME-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-BACK AT THE PARTY-

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

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

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

“Y/BFN” Her mother called her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s going on.” You ask.

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

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

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

the end

[cryptic--writing]

hihi!!!

i got this idea awhile ago and sent it as a req to a few writers but none did it (which is fine lmao I'm not bitter) so I decided to write it myself!

i think it turned out pretty decent for my third smut, especially since I don't do it a lot.

(yes ik the pic isn't from 81 but he in the story is pre megadeth, but idk this era is more fitting in my opinion)

again!! my reqs are OPEN!!! they will close again on Wednesday and idk when they will be opened again. pls send some!!!

ok, sorry for the rant, here's the fic!

word count: 2,874

warnings: smut, kinda obsessed reader, semi public sex, fingering, hand job, uhh just smut in general I'm not typing any more out

MECHANIX (1981)

I was on my way to the grocery store, needing to pick up some meal prep for the next week and other various items, though it wasn't long into my drive when my car began to malfunction.

I groaned in annoyance when I heard the engine muttering, the car struggling to drive as I pulled over to the side of the road, looking at the gas meter to see I was practically empty on gas. I could probably only drive for another three minutes without the car just giving out. I sighed, looking around at road signs for any possible gas stations, spotting a glowing sign in the near distance.

I got back in my car, driving slow enough to not burn all the gas, but fast enough to get there in time. It was going smoothly, until I hit a red light, just next to the station. I didn't know how long the light would be, and I didn't know how long my car could last, so I floored it, running the light and managing to not get in an accident, though getting a lot of angry honks in response from fellow drivers. Somehow, I was able to get into the parking lot and roll up into a gas stand, right before my car ran out of gas.

It was odd, the parking lot was mostly empty, with only 4 other cars there as well. The shop was dimly lit, a buzzing yellow fluorescent light in the center of the ceiling and some more in corners. It was basically a convenience store. I was looking for something to drink when I got home to rest and relax, I had a long day today anyways. I found a four-pack of beers, grabbing them, and beginning to head to the cashier stand.

That's when I saw him. Possibly the most gorgeous man I've ever laid eyes on.

He had long, slightly curly ginger hair, dark brown eyes, and a strong, manly figure, unlike the others I'd seen in magazines or on TV. 

He must've caught my staring, waving for me to come over with a dumb smirk on his face. I felt embarrassed to be caught eyeing a man like he was candy, but I quickly scurried towards the counter, placing the back of beers on the surface.

“Just this and seven on pump four,” I muttered, reaching for my wallet that was in my pocket.

“Alright, that'll be $10.43,” The larger man informed me, and I began to search for the total required in my wallet, digging up two five-dollar bills and two quarters before he spoke again.

“A pretty face like yours got a name?” He questioned me, and I looked up at him, my cheeks tinted pink as I handed him the money.

“Oh, I'm ___,” I responded shyly, a small smile on my face as my eyes searched for a nametag on his shirt. “And thank you, Dave,”

Dave nodded with a smirk, “Course, pretty,” He answered, handing back my due change as I grabbed my beers.

“Am I gonna see you again?” He asked me as I began to walk out the door.

I smiled slightly giving a shrug, “Maybe,” I answered simply with a small giggle, exiting the station and walking back to my car.

That's the night of how it all began.

After that night, I could never shake the image of Dave out of my head. He was like a magnet, like a parasite. Something about him was so electrifying and attractive. I caught myself driving the extra mile just to go to his gas station, and he definitely took notice. I took notice of his shifts, only going when I knew he'd be working. Why drive further if I don't get to see him?

He was everywhere, anytime I saw a ginger, I thought of him. I denim vest? Him. Metal band? Him. Everything traced back to him. It was impossible to be this crushy on a man I only met in a gas station, who I buy my gas from, right?

I had been going to that gas station exclusively for 3 weeks now. Even if I didn't need gas, I'd buy a drink or snack from the mini-mart inside. Tonight was one of the nights, when my car was a bit low on gas, and there was a noticeable issue with the brakes or something, an odd noise, like a screech whenever I used them. It wasn't a huge issue, the breaks worked fine other than that, but maybe I could get Dave to take a look at it.

I drove up to the gas station as usual, parking my car in a darker corner of the lot as I got out, heading inside the minimart with the hope of seeing Dave. I walked in, glancing over at the cashier's stand to, of course, see him. We had made a good amount of small talk now that I've come in so often, and I could consider him a close acquaintance. He gave me a wave with his usual smirk, watching me as I waved back and began to look at the various snacks and drinks.

It was odd, normally when the store was empty, besides the two of us, he'd strike up a small conversation, just how my day had been, what I'd been up to, anything really, and I'd ask him the same. He had probably just had a long day and didn't want to deal with me. I walked in the two, small and short isles before opening up a display fridge and grabbing yet another four-pack of beers, hoping I could maybe give one to him if he wanted it. I walked back towards the counter, setting them down as he rang it up.

“$4.39,” He informed me, and I once again dug in my pocket for my wallet, handing him a five-dollar bill.

“I was wondering if maybe you could take a look at my car, the brake has been acting up and screeching, I just assumed maybe you knew a bit more about cars than me,” I almost mumbled out as he took my money, our fingers grazing each other.

“Sure, I can take a look for ya,” He answered with a nod, handing me back sixty-one cents, “Here's your change by the way, show me to your car,” He instructed, and I guided him out to my old, sort of beat up black car.

“Here she is,” I mumbled again, hoping he wouldn't judge me for having a lower-quality car than most.

“Not bad, not bad.. But, now that we're out here, why don't you tell me the real reason you came out here today,” Dave teased, and I knew he was right.

I played it off, trying to act confused, “For the beer and my car, nothing else,” I answered him, though it was clear a lie burned through me.

Dave just gave a snicker, “You don't think I notice the frequent staring? I talked to my coworker, you are never here the three days I have off. And the guy who does morning shifts? Never seen you. Tell me why you actually come here so much,” His words made a flutter in my stomach, and he was gradually moving closer to me, whispering in my ear now.

“Be honest with me, pretty.. I know the shit here isn't that good to where you'd come here four nights a week,” He whispered into my ear, and I could feel my face heating up.

I shook my head, trying to ignore the truth that really lay beneath the surface, “No, I just…” I couldn't come up with a valid excuse, and now he knew he was right.

Dave just laughed again, “You just what? Hm? You just come here to see me? Is that it?” He teased me further, his breath against my neck.

I couldn't lie any longer, there was no other lie for me to use. “Maybe, but-” I was cut off by him.

“If I'm what you want, that's all you had to say, baby..” He said, giving me a kiss on my ear before pulling away, “It is what you want, right?” Dave had to make sure I was okay with this if it were to go further.

I nodded quickly before turning to face him and kissing him deeply, letting out a soft moan as he began to walk me backwards and have me unlock my car so we could get in. 

We got in the backseat with me laying down, Dave on top of me as we continued to ravish each other's mouths, soft sounds escaping the both of us as he began to work on getting his own shirt off, tossing it to the front seat of the car as his hands snaked under my shirt, already reaching up and teasing at my breasts, causing me to let out a soft whine.

We finally broke away, removing my shirt, and tossed messily on the floor of the car. Dave took a moment, admiring the sight of me in just my bra.

“Fuck, you're gorgeous..” He muttered, reaching out to unclasp my bra, sliding it off my shoulders, and leaving my chest bare. 

He wasted no time, beginning to kiss my neck, sucking softly at the skin as he moved his mouth down my body. His hands kneaded my breasts as he kissed down the valley between them, eliciting soft whines from me as he continued his trail of affection down my stomach, reaching the hem of my pants. Dave's eyes met mine for a second in a question, and I nodded as he began to slowly unbutton them and shimmy them down my legs.

He admired the sight of me left only in my lacey panties, his eyes drinking me in.

“God, you should've said something weeks ago,” He muttered before beginning to slowly pull them down, revealing my sopping cunt.

Dave just stared for a moment before he began to work on his own pants, unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans, tossing them to the floor of the car as I eyed his erection that strained against his boxers. 

He ran his finger down my slit, making me whine and attempt to grind against his singular finger, searching for more friction. He let out a breathy snicker “You're soaked, baby..” He mumbled, slowly pushing one finger inside of me, making me moan softly as he began to build a leisureful pace as he slid a second digit in, stretching me slowly.

He began to kiss me again, our tongues sliding against each other as we sealed more pleasure, his thumb finding my clit as he pumped his fingers faster, slowly building my high as I moaned into his mouth. I could feel myself clenching down around his fingers as he moved them faster, beginning to build a brutal pace as my moans grew more frequent and louder.

He pulled away from the kiss as I panted for air, “Fuck.. I.. I gon-” I was cut off by a whine as Dave pulled his fingers out of me abruptly, just as I was about to release, he stopped.

Dave gave me a devilish grin, taking his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean of my juices, “Mmm, you can wait a bit more, yeah?” He teased me, stripping himself of his boxers as his large cock sprang free, precum already leaking from the tip. My mouth practically watered at the sight, and he took notice of my staring.

“See somethin’ you like, pretty?” He teased me again with a smirk. I nodded slowly, my hand reaching forward as I took his length in my hand, gently and slowly pumping him, causing him to groan softly and lose his eyes as I gradually increased the pace, jerking him off as he reveled in the pleasure before I stopped suddenly, similar to how he did to me, making him whimper in annoyance.

“Why’d you stop?” He groaned out, now slightly frustrated.

“Same reason you did,” I mumbled, looking up at him.

“You gonna play that game with me?” Dave questioned me, moving so he was now hovering his full body over mine.

I opened my mouth to speak, to answer his question, but before I could he thrusted fully into me, bottoming out as I let out a loud moan, trying to adjust to the aching yet pleasing stretch. I felt him shiver slightly as he put it in, holding it in place for a moment, allowing me to try and adjust. I didn't get much of an adjustment as he began to build a rapid pace without warning, each hard and fast thrust hitting that spot inside me, causing me to moan loudly with every thrust he poured into me, the pain and pleasure mixing splendidly, the sensations combined bringing me to true, pure ecstasy.

I could feel the knot of heat begin to form in my stomach again, his groans and whines being like music to my ears as my own moans joined their melody. He placed his hands on my hips, his fingers digging deep into the fluffy flesh, making me wince ut, knowing his hard grip would leave bruises in the morning. Dave leaned down again, our lips meeting in quick, sloppy kisses as he mumbled words in between each.

“You're tight… feels perfect, just for me, huh doll?” He mumbled, his lips seeking mine as his groans grew louder and louder. I couldn't answer him, my moans taking over my vocal cords as he continued his relentless pursuit into me.

Dave wasn't pleased with me ignoring his words, digging his nails deep into my skin, causing me to whimper in pain and pleasure. “Answer me,” He demanded hoarsely, his thrusts growing harder if they even could.

I moaned out, trying to get myself to form proper words, “Mmm… Mhmm, all.. fuck.. All for you..” I whined out, and he was pleased with my response, having that stupid smug smirk on his face.

Dave continued to hammer into me, his pace brutal to where it felt like he was bruising my insides. I could feel every ridge, vein, and piece of skin inside me as he twitched, indicating his release growing closer, if his louder and more frequent noises of pleasure weren't obvious enough indicators.

The car's windows were glazed with steam, the outside unclear as our sweat-covered bodies moved against each other as he kept thrusting, my moans growing louder as my eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Feels good, hm?” Dave asked, his finger reaching down to toy with my clit, doubling the pleasure as I began to convulse around his throbbing length in much louder moans, my arms reaching out to claw at his back, his head lowerings with his breath on my neck, scattering brief, lazy kisses across my skin.

“Fuck! Im gonna.. Oh god..!” I moaned out, tightening around his pulsing member as he kept ramming into me. Dave applied more pressure to my clit as he groaned out, sensing his own near as well.

“Come for me, baby, all over my cock..” He groaned out with a whine, his lips resuming a messy trail on my neck, licking at biting at the skin as I let out a freakishly loud moan, my walls clenching down hard on his cock with my release.

My back arched, putting our chests together as my eyes rolled back hearing him groan and grumble to himself as he too came undone.

“Fuck yeah.. Gonna paint your pretty pussy white, baby..” He whined against my neck, feeling the thick ropes of his seeds spray all over my insides, coating my own as I let out a pleased and exhausted whimper, and his hips slowly soothed, allowing us to both ride out our orgasms before he collapsed fully on top of me, though not crushing me.

We laid like this for a few moments, panting heavily as our sweat-doused bodies clung together, my one clean leather seat in the back of my car now ruined with our sweat and pleasure.

My hand reached to gently caress some of his long fiery hair, one thing I had wanted to do for a while, ever since I had seen it.

Dave began to relax against me, allowing us to lay in the afterglow of the rough session, our true feelings finally appearing.

After about a minute or two of silence beside our breaths, “You.. you think anyone saw? Or heard..?” Dave asked, not really worried, probably hoping someone did.

I shrugged with a breathy chuckle, “Not sure, but we gave them a show..” I responded, my hand tangled in his hair.

“Mhm.. and you're welcome,”

“For what?”

“I'm just giving you my room service.. You know it more than enough,”

I laughed at his comment, “Room service?”

“Mhm, new thing were doin’. Except the only person doing it is me, and the only one receiving it, is you,”

I felt my cheeks heat a bit at the comment, “Really?” I teased him.

Dave nodded, lifting his head to look at me, “Yeah, and I can offer you it again sometime, hm?”

[valwrites-stuff]

Don't summon the devil

Dave buys a book about witchcraft just for fun. Once he's really getting into it, he decides to put a spell on someone he despises only for it to actually work and strange things keep happening, scaring the shit out of him until one night he wakes up from a nightmare, shaking him to the core and resulting in a panic attack. You are there to take care of Dave, him promising to get rid of the book.

Dave Mustaine x Reader ☆ Angst, Horror, black magic, panic attacks, nightmares

Dave had always been interested when it came to anything supernatural. So when he stumbled upon a book about witchcraft at a yard sale, he thought it would be a fun little read to pass the time.

He walked into the apartment, a mischievous grin on his face as he held up the dusty old book he had purchased. "Check it out, babe! I bought a book about witchcraft!" he exclaimed, excitement evident in his voice.

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical of his purchase. "Witchcraft, Dave? Really? What are you planning to do with that?"

Dave shrugged, still grinning. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe cast a spell or two, summon a demon, you know, the usual stuff."

You rolled your eyes, not buying into his playful act. "Come on, Dave. You don't actually believe in that stuff, do you?"

Dave chuckled, flipping through the pages of the book. "Of course not! I just thought it would be fun to mess around with. Plus, who knows? Maybe we'll discover some cool spells or something."

You sighed, shaking your head. "Fine, have your fun. Just don't go summoning any demons into this house, okay?"

Dave laughed, placing the book on the coffee table. "Don't worry, I'll be careful. But hey, who knows? Maybe we'll have a little Halloween fun with this book."

But as he delved deeper into the book, he found himself fascinated by the spells and rituals described within its pages. The idea of having the power to change his reality with just a few words and ingredients was intoxicating.

One day, after a particularly bad encounter with a bouncer at a bar, Dave decided to put one of the spells to the test. He gathered the necessary items and recited the incantation, not really expecting anything to happen.

But to his shock, strange things started happening. The bouncer he had targeted had been arrested the next time Dave visited the bar and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at his newfound power.

However, as the days went by, the incidents became more and more bizarre and Dave couldn't believe what was happening. Objects would move on their own, strange shadows would flicker in the corners of his vision and Dave would hear whispers in the dead of night.

He had always been skeptical of magic and the supernatural despite being fascinated by the topic, but now he was faced with the undeniable proof that his spell and witchcraft had worked.

As you sat in the dimly lit apartment one night, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. The bouncer's arrest had been just the beginning. Strange accidents seemed to follow Dave wherever he went.

One day, as he walked down the street, a car swerved out of control and narrowly missed hitting him. Another time, a tree branch fell from above, missing him by mere inches. Each time, Dave couldn't help but wonder if it was just a coincidence or if his work with witchcraft was somehow responsible.

He tried to convince himself that it was all in his head, that he was just being paranoid. But deep down, he knew that something was wrong. The power he had unleashed was beyond his control, and he didn't know how to stop it.

As the incidents grew more frequent and more terrifying, Dave knew he had to do something. He gathered the necessary items once again and tried to reverse the spell, but it was too late. The darkness had already taken hold.

One fateful night, Dave lay in bed, paralyzed with fear, a dark figure materialized at the foot of his bed. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its voice echoed in Dave's mind like a sinister whisper.

"You have meddled in things you do not understand, mortal," the figure hissed. "Now, you will pay the price for your arrogance."

Dave felt a surge of terror wash over him as the figure reached out a hand towards him, its touch like ice against his skin. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worst.

"Dave!" He felt the hand grab him, he woke up screaming in terror and shot up in bed, gasping for breath, feeling like the walls were closing in on him before his eyes found yours, you being the one who held onto his arm with a fearful look on your face. "Y/N..." Dave gasped, his voice trembling.

"Hey, it's me...it was just a nightmare." Dave's eyes darted around wildly as if searching for something. He slowly came back to his senses but his heart raced and his skin felt clammy with sweat. He turned to face you.

"I... I had the worst dream," Dave stammered, trying to catch his breath. "It felt so real."

"Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes it helps to get these things off your chest." You gently brushed a red lock from his forehead, your touch attempting to ground him.

Dave took a deep shuddering breath before whispering. "I should have never bought that book and got into black magic. These evil forces will even hunt me in my dreams..."

You reached out for his clammy hand. "Hey don't say that. I'm sure there must be a way to stop all this..."

Dave's hand trembled in your small one as he spoke, struggling to keep his words steady. "I...I thought so, too, but it's getting worse every day. Whatever spirits I unleashed, they're powerful. I don't know what to do..."

You could hear the crack in his voice at the last sentence before Dave looks away to avoid your eyes and hold back tears of desperation.

He clenched his jaw, fighting back a wave of despair. In a broken whisper, his true vulnerability slipped out. "I'm scared... I can't even sleep properly. The nightmares are relentless, and the fear just claws at me every waking moment. I feel like I'm losing control. What did I do?"

You watched your boyfriend with great concern until Dave found the courage to look at you, eyes watering, daring to spill over.

The tears finally escaped, rolling down his cheeks. In a quivering voice, he admitted his guilt. "I should've known better! I just wanted to explore what's possible. But I was a fool, and now it's tearing me apart from the inside out. I don't know how to make it stop..."

Your heart broke at the sight of Dave, realizing how serious the whole situation was. "Hey, baby...come here. We're gonna find a way out of this." You carefully wrapped your arms around him and just let him sob into your shoulder, tears streaming down his face.

His body clung to you as if you were the only thing keeping him from drowning in his despair. "I just want it to stop... I'll do anything... I can't live like this, I can't..."

"It's gonna be alright, I promise..." You held him tight and just listened to him cry, feeling how tense he was before his body started to shake in your arms as Dave quietly choked on his tears.

Dave could barely catch his breath between sobs, the weight of his fear and exhaustion crashing down on him. His words came out in disjointed fragments, raw with emotion. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have messed with things I didn't understand... I thought I was strong enough...that I could control it...but I was so wrong—"

"Dave, baby, breathe." You let go of him to clutch onto his hands, realizing Dave's cries turning into a panic attack, his chest heaving as tears streamed down his face. You could see the fear in his eyes as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Dave, it's okay. You're going to be okay," You said, trying to calm him down. "I can't breathe, I can't breathe," he gasped, his shoulders shaking.

"Yes you can. Look at me, focus on your breathing, baby. In and out, slowly," You instructed, holding onto his hands tightly as you tried to help him regulate his breath.

"I can't!" he repeated, his voice trembling.

"You can, Dave. You're strong, you can get through this," You reassured him, your heart racing with worry.

Dave tried to follow your instruction, struggling to regain control of his panicked breathing. His breaths were shallow and ragged as he fought unsuccessfully against each subsequent sob. He forced himself to speak, the words coming in halting gasps.

"I-I'm trying... I just can't..."

You could feel the anxiety and worry wash over you as you watched Dave struggle and reached out to take his face into your hands, staring into his tearing eyes. "Dave, baby, please breathe. We'll get through this, I'm here. Breathe with me, in and out."

Dave's eyes locked onto yours, finding a brief moment of clarity. His breaths were still shaky as he struggled to match yours, the sheer effort of focusing on something so simple proving difficult under the weight of his anxiety.

"I-I'm trying..." He tried to match your breathing, but it was still ragged and irregular, the fear and despair making it difficult to keep a steady rhythm. But bit by bit, he managed to slowly draw deeper, more stable breaths.

Dave's breathing slowly begun to steady under your calm, steady pace. His shoulders slumped slightly in relief as he finally felt his heart rate began to calm.

He nodded shakily, his words coming out in broken spurts between deep, steadying breaths.

"You got this. Just like that." A small and relieved smile crept onto your face as you saw him calm down slowly before you wrapped your arms around his exhausted body.

Dave's body slumped against you, the exhaustion suddenly hitting him hard. He clung to you tightly, his head resting heavily on your shoulder. He didn't speak for a long while, just focused on his breathing and the soothing comfort of your embrace.

The fear and despair haven't disappeared, but the overwhelming panic seemed to have subsided, leaving him feeling wrung out and emotionally drained. "Fuck, what was that?"

You soothingly rubbed his back as you answered. "You just had a panic attack." Dave nodded weakly, the reality of what just happened slowly sinking in. When he found his voice again, it was quiet and filled with embarrassment.

"I've never had one like that before..." He let out a shaky sigh, burying his face further into your shoulder. "I feel like such a mess."

As you cradled Dave, you stroked his hair soothingly, whispering reassurances meant to calm his racing heart. The warmth of your embrace seeped into his bones, gradually easing the tremors wracking his body.

"You're not a mess, Dave," you murmured gently, your breath tickling his ear. "Panic attacks can be terrifying and overwhelming, especially when they happen for the first time. But you're safe now, and I'm right here with you."

You pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, your own eyes shining with empathy and understanding. "There's no need to feel embarrassed. This wasn't your fault, anxiety and panic have their own way of taking over sometimes."

Dave's cheeks flushed with gratitude as he looked up at you, his fingers curling around yours instinctively. In that moment, the weight of his anxiety lifted, replaced by a profound sense of comfort and security in your presence.

"How do I stop what I started? There has to be a way." Dave whispered, desperate for an answer to his actions with black magic and the book he brought into his life.

"You need to get rid of that book. Maybe burn it, I don't know. We can ask your sister for help maybe, she's got experience with the occult."

The color drained from Dave's face as he considered your suggestion. The idea of confronting his sister about his dark misdeeds filled him with dread, but he knew deep down, that she may be their only hope to fix this.

He exhaled heavily, shoulders slumping in resignation."You're right. As much as I hate to admit it, she might be the only one who can help us undo the damage I've caused."

Tentatively, he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against your cheek. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this mess I created. You deserve better than being dragged into my twisted mistakes." You placed your hand over Dave's, holding it firmly against your skin.

"Hey don't apologize for what you can't change. We'll find a way, I promise." You said as you stared at each other, seeing the relief and gratitude on Dave's face.

The next day, you wasted no time in reaching out to his sister. She was surprised to see both Dave and you at her doorstep, but once you explained the situation and asked for help, she was determined to offer her assistance.

After looking in her books, she requested a returning spell to fight off dark spirits. Dave and you exchanged nervous glances, but you both knew that you had to do whatever it took to help him find peace. You agreed to try the spell, no matter how crazy or scary it seemed.

In a blinding flash of light, the spell was cast. You held your breath, waiting to see if it had worked. Slowly, the darkness that had been haunting Dave began to recede.

A sense of peace washed over him as you stood there, bathed in the warm glow of the candles before you finished the ritual by burning the book that brought dark clouds over Dave's life.

The darkness may have tried to consume Dave, but with your help, he's found a way out. And as you throw your arms around him to hold him close, you know that you'll always be there to guide him, to keep him safe from the shadows that lurk in the corners of his mind.

[tuffduff]

Friday the 13th

Pairing: fluffy 80’s Dave Mustaine x female!Reader

Words: 1,800+ ish

Warnings: mentions of scary movie, otherwise none!

A/N: I’m so excited to share this with you guys I MISS YOU ALL SO MUCH! Inspiration strikes, eh? This isn’t Guns N’ Roses, but it really hit me being Dave’s birthday and Friday the 13th. It ain’t the best but I thought I would because y’all just imagine? Anyways, I hope I can write more GNR related things too for y’all soon. If you’re still around and reading and liking my posts, thanks. I love you ❤️

Taglist (sorry if y’all don’t like Dave 💀): @ubernoxa @heavymetalgirl420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers @born-to-lose @lost-in-the-80s @petals-and-bullets @ginny-rose-sixx @julessworldd @greeneyezblackheart @blackberryblossom @clowncaits @the--blackdahlia

(pic not mine)

“What, are you too scared?” Dave sneered, waving two movie tickets in front of your face. The teasing was apparently warranted by the too-long-of-a-pause you had taken. “C’mon, Y/N, when are we ever gonna have the chance to see Friday the 13th on Friday the 13th?”

“Probably never.” You conceded, trying to hide any apprehension you felt. Horror movies weren’t really your thing; they weren’t not your thing, but really, you never quite got the hype. “Isn’t this like…the millionth one, though?”

“Read the ticket.” Dave replied. You rolled your eyes; his bluntness wasn’t anything new to you.

“Well, I’ve never seen the first five.” You replied, crossing your arms.

“Y/N, c’mon. There’s not much to it. You don’t really need to keep up with the storyline. It’s a masked psycho going around killing people at a campground. Besides, they use Alice Cooper’s music in this one—that’s what you really need to know.”

“But why—” he was already rolling his eyes.

“Are you gonna go with me or not?” He snapped, cutting you off impatiently. Your eyes narrowed.

“Why?” You repeated, now growing suspicious.

“Are you kidding me?” He asked, his own eyes narrowing. “I don’t know, he drowned as a kid because he was neglected by camp counselors and now he kills other counselors—”

“No.” You cut him off, albeit with a frown. “Why do you want to go with me? I’ve never even seen these movies. Do none of your other friends want to go? Assuming you have those.” He glared at you now.

That’s how it always was between the two of you. You were probably the only one allowed to joke with Dave like that without getting dropped to your ass.

“You should take it as a compliment that I’m coming to you first.” He replied.

“Should I?” You bantered back, starting to smirk. He continued to glare and roll his eyes before snatching up his keys.

You both knew there wasn’t anyone else he would want to go see a movie with. Outside his band, he wasn’t exactly dying to hang out with anyone, and he didn’t want to see a movie with his bandmates either. Usually, he claimed hanging with you was his break from them. You were his go-to for everything; checking out new recording studios at the drop of a hat, scouring through pawn shops and record shops, late night fast food runs. Your number was the only one he had memorized, judging from the countless phone calls you had received from random phone booths all over LA at all hours of the day.

“Hurry up.” He merely threw the words over his shoulder at you.

“Are you going to buy me popcorn?” You continued on as you hopped into the front seat of his car. You knew you were the last one in it; the seat was still moved to fit your body and your jacket was still in the seat where you left it last night.

“No.” He grunted as he started the car. You glared at him silently as music immediately blared through his speakers, which finally made him smirk at you.

“How many times have I told you about your ears?” You scolded, turning the metal on the radio down to a more sensible volume. Again, you were probably the only one allowed to do so without him biting your arm off.

“Yeah, yeah.” He muttered dismissively, putting the car in drive. Quickly, you clicked your seatbelt on. It wasn’t wise to go without it with Dave driving.

“How about a big soda?” You jumped back to teasing him again, giggling as he rolled his eyes. “It’s funny though because you and I both know I’m gonna have a gigantic popcorn and a huge coke and gummy bears.”

“Oh yeah? I know that, huh?”

“Yes.” You nodded confidently.

“And why is that?”

“Well, you invited me to see this movie—which I don’t particularly want to see—when I could be taking a bath and reading a magazine and relaxing.”

“So what? I owe you or something?”

“Yes.” You replied brightly, again with a nod and smile.

“Yeah, alright. In your dreams.” Dave muttered.

“How about because you love me?” You proposed innocently. His eyes narrowed a little, but you could see the corners of his mouth curving upright.

“We’ll see about that.”

Sure enough, not too long after that conversation, you were sitting in theater 9 with your popcorn, soda, and popping a gummy bear in your mouth while Dave was grumbling to himself about movie theaters being a rip off.

“So, if he drowned as a kid how is he alive and killing…?” You whispered as the lights dimmed. Dave leaned in really close to your ear, making you freeze as he moved your hair aside. His lips were so close you swear you felt them ghost against your skin.

“Shut up.”

He leaned back with a smirk and you laughed, immediately getting shushed from a couple behind you. Dave rolled his eyes and you giggled again, this time a little more quietly.

As far as horror movies went…well, you wouldn’t really know. You didn’t quite have much to compare it too. At times, it felt a bit silly, but you soon found yourself really drawn into the plot. Which also meant you found yourself getting progressively more scared when Jason Voorhees popped out of nowhere. Dave laughed at you unabashedly when you jumped so hard you sent popcorn scattering.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Dave leaned over to tease you as you plucked popcorn from your hair. You glared at him.

“Shut up.” You replied.

“Here.” Dave pushed up the arm rest between the two of you and beckoned you closer to him. You wrinkled your nose. “Alright, fine.” He replied, pushing the arm rest back down. You caught it with your hand quickly and pushed it back up and moved in next to him. “That’s what I thought.” He whispered as you sidled up next to him. He put his arm around you. “I knew this was going to happen.”

“What?” You hissed. There was another shush behind you and Dave turned his head to glare before turning back to you, leaning in close again, this time to ensure his words were only heard by you.

“I knew you were going to get scared. And I knew you were going to come crawling right into my arms.” His lips were so close, his warm breath tickling your skin.

“Oh, you just knew I would get scared?” You demanded. He raised an eyebrow. “Whatever, fine. But how did you know I would crawl into your arms?”

“Just a feeling.” He replied.

“Oh, I see. But Friday the 13th is normally bad luck, you know. What if your big plan didn’t work?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, right. You think some silly superstition scares me?” He said. “And besides, I bet you say my name in your sleep.” Your mouth fell open at the audacity.

“Are you kidding—“ an aggressive shush came once again from behind you. Dave immediately twisted in his seat.

“Fuck off.” He snapped before putting his arm back around your shoulders and tugging you close to him, giving your back a pat.

You had to admit, it was a perk being close with Dave due to his protective nature. Or was it possessiveness? The lines always seemed to blur with him. Not that you cared. You remembered the time at some guy’s house party when someone spilled a bright red drink on your shirt. Before you knew it, the guy was knocked out on the floor and Dave was guiding you to the bathroom with an arm around you, giving anyone too close to you a glare as if he dared them to even breath on you. He had given you the shirt off his back without hesitation and made you laugh when he asked if you wanted him to “break that guy’s neck.”

“I’ll do it.” He had threatened, and you weren’t sure if he was really joking or not, but the party foul was instantly forgotten.

It was always you and Dave. Not only was the line blurred between possessive and protective, there was also no boundaries it seemed in regard to personal space. His arm around your shoulder wasn’t anything new, but what did that mean exactly? You definitely looked like every other couple in this theater. When his bandmates called you his girlfriend he would usually call them some derogatory name in return, but he didn’t bother correcting them. But this wasn’t something that had ever come up between the two of you. He was always teasing you, and you could tease him back free of the vitriol and venom that he gave everyone else. Did that mean anything? You spent the rest of the movie consumed by the swirling thoughts in your head rather than what was occupying the screen.

“So what’d you think?” Dave asked as you both drifted out of the theater. His arm at this point seemed to be perpetually draped over your shoulders, adding more fuel to the thoughts in your head.

“Hm?” You asked, blinking a few times when you realized he was staring at you.

“Wow. Was it so scary that you repressed the memory of it all?” No one else could make condescension sound so close to fondness.

“No,” you laughed and shoved him lightly, breaking the physical connection between the two of you. But he came right back. “…Did you really ask me to see this movie with you so you could scare me into cuddling with you?”

“Scare you? Hold on,” he said indignantly. “Who says I need to scare you to get you to touch me?” You scoffed and he smirked. “No. A) I wanted to see this movie. B) I wanted to see it with you.” He laid out each piece very deliberately as if you needed help understanding. You rolled your eyes.

“That’s it, huh.”

“…And I wanted you to touch me.” He added. Maybe because it was only the two of you and the late night brisk fall air that allowed him to be vulnerable enough to tell the truth without trying to deny it whatsoever.

“Well, did it ever occur to you that you could just ask anytime?” You asked him, placing your arm around his lower back and squeezing him close.

“No. It’s better tricking you into seeing some scary movie.”

“Why?” You lamented.

“It’s a bonus. I get to see you scared.” You scoffed, shaking your head and trying to pull away from him but he only pulled you closer and kissed the side of your head.

All you wanted to scream was what are we?! But instead, you just went with it. Maybe some things didn’t need to be explained, at least not yet. Besides, if you lived in your head wondering what it meant that he laced his hand in yours and asked if you were hungry, you wouldn’t get to enjoy how nice it all felt.

[silassinclair]

Can you do Dave Mustaine angst?

Maybe with his girlfriend threatening to leave him bc of his alcohol addiction?

If not it’s totally fine! :)

I have taken it upon myself to be the Dave Mustaine writer that the world needs. Thanks for requesting, and I hope this is to your liking <3

Please Don’t Leave Me

Upon entering your and Dave's shared apartment after the late shift the scent of alcohol hit your nostrils like a truck. It's been going on like this for a while. Having childhood trauma along with getting kicked from the band he put his heart and soul into only made him worse. And you understood, so you gave him space.

Over five months of space to be exact. But he didn't let up at all. His lain body was sunken into the couch with a bottle of jack loosely hung from his index and middle finger. The TV was playing MTV and what a coincidence, it was Metallica playing Four Horsemen. A song he wrote and worked his ass off on.

"You shouldn't be watching this. They're all dickheads." You walk up to the TV and twist the knob on the console, changing the channel to some random cooking channel.

A low growl and the thud of another empty bottle sounded. "I was fucking watching that." Dave said and got off the couch to stumble up. He walked to the TV but you held him by his shoulders in place.

"Stop it Dave. You're only destroying yourself. Can't you see what you're doing to yourself? What you're doing to us?" Your voice cracks in desperation. These have been the worst five months for you and your high school sweetheart. Everything felt like it was crashing down all at once.

"Oh stop being such a fucking sap!" He shot loudly and slapped your hands off him making you hold your stinging hands to yourself. "It's not my fucking fault! It's all because of my shitty old man and bat shit crazy Mother! They made me this way and those four, CUNTS-" He punched the wall making you yelp and reel back in fear.

"THOSE CUNTS ONLY FUELED MY FUCKING ANGER!"

By now his face was beating red. His snarl was animalistic and violent, everything about him was just pure drunken rage.

"D-Dave..." You whimpered in fear, voice cracking. Tears began to form in your e/c eyes. Dave has never hit you before, never lain a hand on you.

The man only huffed and puffed. His breathing ragged and shoulders rising up and down with every intake and exhale of air. His white knuckled fists were at his sides and his eyes pierced through you like knives.

This wasn't the love of your life anymore. This was someone else entirely. Someone Dave kept locked up in chains in the dark depths of his mind. But now it was free and it was ruining his life.

Ruining your life too.

“Dave. I don’t think this is working. With you like this.” You say as you turn your back on him to walk to your shared bedroom. Opening the closet you grab a duffel bag and stuff some clothes inside along with toiletries.

“Heyy…” Dave’s low voice said as he stumbled into the bedroom, he held onto the door frame for support. “What’re you doin there? And don’t you fuckin walk away from me.”

Ignoring him you continue stuffing your bag with your belongings. Slipping in some cassettes, photos, makeup, and other valuables.

“Hey!”

Dave grabbed your shoulder from behind and spun you around. This time he looked to be standing straighter. His tight expression loosened when he saw your own expression though. Tears were falling down your face and your mouth was in a wobbling frown that threatened to break into a sob.

“Y/n.. hey why you cryin’?” Dave slurred and reached to cup your cheek, but you flinched and backed away.

“H-Hey. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He said, his own eyes becoming glassy.

You turn back around and zip up the duffel bag and put the strap over your shoulder. Hurriedly you leave the room and grab your jacket and keys off the hook. Dave chases after you but doesn’t touch you.

“Talk to me baby. What’s wrong?”

With a final snap you whip around and poke a firm finger into his chest.

“YOU HAVE A LOT OF NERVE!”

He’s never seen you so angry. His Y/n, shy, sweet, and supportive of his dream. You’ve always been there for him and now here he was throwing it all away. The look of realization crosses his face.

“You slapped me, scream at me, lay around and drink, don’t pay rent, AND COMPLAIN AND COMPLAIN AND COMPLAIN FOR OVER FIVE MONTHS STRAIGHT! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE DAVID, I CAN’T TAKE YOU ANYMORE.”

He’s in utter shock. Now he’s just about sober, or closest to sober he ever has been over the five months.

“Honey please understand that I-”

“UNDERSTAND AND GET THE FUCK OFF YOUR ASS AND DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!” You push his form away from you. His outstretched hands pleading for your forgiveness fall to his sides.

“Is… Is this it for us?” He sniffles. No no no he can’t imagine a world without you.

Sighing and pinching your nose you nod. “Yes this is it. I can’t take it anymore so we’re done. We’re breaking up.”

“Anything but that Y/n, please baby I’m so fucking sorry.”

He reached up slowly to hold your face, when you didn’t back away this time he cupped both your cheeks and leaned in close.

“I’ll change. I’ll cut down the drinking, I’ll get a job, I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to stay with me. Just please,”

He dropped down on his knees and hugged your waist, burring his face in your tummy.

“please don’t leave me.”

Dropping your bag at your side you kneel down on his level and wrap your arms around him which he returns. Like a starved man he takes in your scent like it’s the last time he’ll ever have the opportunity. His tear stained face buried into your neck as small whimpers and pleads left his lips.

“One more chance Dave. But if I even so much as catch you doing drugs or drinking then we’re over. I’ll help you though okay?” Your fingers brushed his long locks. Feeling him nod you continue.

“We can do it together. It’s always been us right? Just you and me Dave. Your dream isn’t dead yet, you can still have your band and play your music.”

An excruciating cry left his lips. “What have I done? I don’t deserve you N/n..”

Pulling him off of you you gently caressed his puffy tear ridden face that reflected your own.

“Dave listen to me.” You wiped the stray hairs from his face. His glossy eyes looked into your own.

“I would never give up on you that easily okay? But you’ll have to accept my help. If you don’t accept my help then there’ll be no point.”

He nodded.

“So will you stop with all this drinking nonsense, get your act together, and chase your dreams?”

A smile that outshone glistening gold crept onto his face. “Hell yes.” He pulled you in close and kissed your lips lovingly.

“I can’t believe I went so long without your kisses… I missed you so much N/n, and I’m sorry I was away for so long.”

Wiping your tears away you smiled, “I’m glad you’re back love.”

[l0ved-t0-d3th]

hello!

im not an entirely new writer or new to the community, but I'm using this acc to branch out into different parts of this fandom.

heres some quick info about me!

i like megadeth, Metallica, slayer, Exodus, cannibal corpse, nirvana, pearl jam, Alice in chains, and pantera

im hoping to make friends and moots!!

i am open to writing either member x reader fics or what I made this page for, to dabble in hetstaine as I'm a little bit obsessed w them!!!

(for hetstaine I would NOT write smut, and preferably no age gap w them. no problem with it, I just wouldn't write it for them!)

[accihoe]

Requests

Hi there! Personally, I like double, even triple, assurance when I want to request something from a fellow writer.

Requests = Open

So here's a layout:)

Do's:

☆Fluff

☆Angst

☆Platonic

☆Basically anything you'd like:)

I'm weird irl, I love whumpee stuff. So if you want to request ☆sick fics☆ that include vomiting and stuff, I'm game!

♤Note: With whumpee and sick fics, I'm not good at writing stuff where it's Y/N that gets hurt or sick. As you may have noticed, I do prefer writing whumpee for the character of choice. But again, I'd be more than happy to try:)

Don'ts:

☆Smut (sorry:( )

☆Death

☆Weird shit (i.e. that supernatural show everyone one is suddenly into? Hell no. No demon moster stuff. I will however maybe do vampire, wizard, wearwolf etc)

¤Another note: I only write x fem reader, sorry about that.

Extras:

And guys, please don't hesitate to chat to me if you ever need anyone to talk to. I promise I won't mind, and I will try my best to respond promptly.

I love having internet friends, I prefer you guys over irl friends. I'm happy to interact outside of writing, but will respect it if you want to keep a strictly "written" friendship

Take care xx !

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 28: Hands

Warnings: smut, daddy kink, hand kink, breakup, fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

You had been friends with Dave for forever, he’d crash at your house all the time when his mom kicked him out. He was always nice to you and was pretty protective over you.

When you got older you still didn’t stray far from him, he stayed your protector and you stayed his home away from home. Even as his bands got bigger, especially Megadeth, you still stuck together.

You refused to notice how long you stared at his hands, ever. While he was playing guitar you’d watch his fingers dance over the frets on the neck, you’d watch the veins bulge over the back of his palm.

Late at night you’d crawl into bed and pretend it was his hands touching you, but it was never enough. His hands were bigger, more experienced, but he wasn’t yours.

You came home from work one day, exhausted and totally drained. The house echoed with Dave’s guitar playing, loud, fast and aggressive, more so than usual.

“Davie?” You called, knocking on his studio door before entering, knowing he wouldn’t have heard you anyway. “Davie, what happened?” You asked. He stopped playing when he saw you.

He huffed and shook his head, setting his guitar aside. “Don’t worry about it.” He said, leaning his head back and patting his thigh, which you took as a signal for you to sit down.

You curled up in his lap, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and resting your head against him. “Bad day?” You asked, looking up at him to find him staring down at you with a confused look on his face.

“Yeah, my girlfriend broke up with me.” He said, eyes flickering over you. “The fuck are you doing?” He was in fact not offering you a seat but instead wiping the sweat off his hand on his pant leg.

Your eyes widened and you stammered out something of an apology. “I just- I thought that when-when you did that, um, that thing that you wanted, uh…” You trailed, struggling to come up with anything.

He breathed out a heavy sigh, bringing his arms around you and pulling you closer, enjoying the weight on him whether he’d expected it or not. He brought a hand to your head, pulling you closer and petting your hair.

“It’s fine.” He mumbled into your hair. “I’m just tired, and pissed… it’s nice to come home to a pretty girl I know loves me.” You felt your cheeks warm at that, his hands in your hair on your leg didn’t help. “I don’t tell you that enough, huh?” He asked, moving to look at you.

You looked back up at him. “Don’t tell me what?”

“How pretty you are.” He said, smiling down at you. “Fuck, I mean, I’m out there getting whatever I can and you’re back here, always.” He said, talking with his hands. “You’re always here for me, and I don’t tell you enough but I do appreciate you.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face and you relaxed further into him. “And I do hear you at night.” Your head shot up at that.

“You-you hear me- what? What do you hear?” You asked, wanting to pretend that you don’t touch yourself to the thought of him.

He laughed at your reaction and shook his head, moving you in his lap so your back was against his chest, your head leaning back on his shoulder. “Nothing bad, just little sounds… you whine a lot, cry a lot.” Your body tensed as his trailed his hands down your sides, lifting up your shirt. “You need daddy so fucking bad don’t you, sweetheart?” He purred in your ear.

You nodded, twitching as his hand moved down to your shorts, pushing them down and having you kick them off to the ground, leaving you in just your pink panties in his lap.

“Please, daddy.” You whined, already wet from his voice and hands roaming over you.

He rubbed you through your panties, a wet spot forming on them before he tugged them down. “You’re gonna be a good girl, right? A good girl for daddy?” You nodded, happily opening your mouth for him to slip two fingers in past your lips, not that he needed anything more to substitute as lube on you.

He coated your cunt in your saliva and pushed his fingers into you, giving you a moment to adjust before he started moving them, curling and prodded to see what made you feel good.

Dave brought his other hand to your mouth. “I’ve seen you watch my hands, doll face, you’ve been wanting to do this for a while.” He was right, of course he was right, he knew you so well, better than you knew yourself at times, still he didn’t know your body yet and was eager to learn what made you tick.

He tracked every noise, finding out what spot made your back arch and when he found it he hit it over and over just to hear you squeal. He turned you to puddy in his hands, an aching ball of pleasure

Your juices ran down his hand, dripping onto the chair, the floor, your knees hooked over his while praised flowed from him straight to your ears.

“Thank you, sweetheart, I needed something to go right today.” He said, kissing your cheek as your walls fluttered around his fingers.

“I-I did good?” You asked, looking at him with tired eyes, chest rising and falling with heavy pants.

Dave chuckled lowly. “You did almost perfect for me.”

“Almost?” You asked, a pout coming to your lips.

He smiled darkly at you, leaning closer to your ear. “On your knees, bitch.”

[ghostbustting]

Can I ask for dave mustaine who has sweet sex with the reader and forces her to look at him? with pet names and etc.

ended up kinda shortt ☹️

╰┈➤“𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑰𝑵

𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺„ ๋࣭⭑

Dave Mustaine x Reader

Contains Smut

Time at the moment seems to stop, thoughts that usually come and go into my brain turned meaningless, the hectic world outside became none of our business whenever Dave and I lay here in our bed, or as we like to call it, our own little bubble.

Like a shelter where everything else doesn’t matter, where what matter is only us.

“C’mon, baby.”

His voice whispers into my ears like a sweet melody that I’d love to hear as a lullaby every night. His thumb gently swept over my pink tinted cheek as he continuously told me to open my eyes.

My eyes slowly open again and I force myself to look straight into his eyes, a shaky breath leaving my swollen lips. “Dave..” I mumbled his name.

All I could focus on was the way his hips moved back and forth against mine, his member slipping in and out of my aching pussy.

Unlike other nights, tonight his thrusts were slow and sweet, accompanied by the way his lips continues to press kisses around my heated face every now and then, leaving no skin unkissed by those lips of his that I love.

Now, my focus was also fixated on his hazel eyes, trying to obey his wish for me to keep our eye contact going. Usually it wasn’t a hard thing, often finding myself drowning into those beautiful eyes that I can never get bored of.

But this time, I was finding it hard to do so from how much pleasure I was receiving from the thrusts of his cock into me, slow yet hard, hitting every spots that he knew too damn well will make my walls close up around him tighter.

His hand continues to stroke my cheek with such softness, “You’re so… heavenly.. my angel.. sweet sweet girl..” He continued to praise me like I was a special piece of art, pressing soft kisses onto my neck now.

My legs slowly come to wrap around his waist, pulling him in even closer into me while my arms wrap around his neck, only wanting to be close to him, he’s all I can think of and need at this moment, wanting to be skin to skin, heart to heart.

“Dave..” I softly say in a sigh as my eyes almost flutter close again.

“Eyes, angel. Show me those beautiful eyes.”

I force myself to open my eyes again, struggling for a moment to find his eyes before finally locking our eye contact once again. He smile and kiss my forehead, “Good girl… doing so good for me..”

Our eyes never broke the eye contact once I learned to take control of my own eyes. His beautiful eyes finally managed to distract me from how pleasuring this feeling is, how much I want to just throw my head back and let out screams of dirty noises with my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

But doing this, just staring up into his hazel eyes and drowning in them like usual, feels so much better.

He always knew how to make me feel good, how to make me feel loved, how to make me feel seen and cared for, most of the time prioritizing me and only me.

“Dave.. I… mm..”

He stroke my hair, his hips still never breaking the rhythm he created with his thrusts. “Shh.. faster or slower…?” He ask softly, as if he already knew I was going to ask him one of those.

A moan escapes my throat while I try to grind back against his hips, “Faster.. faster..!”

Something in his eyes switched, his gaze became more sharp and just then, his hips pulled back, the tip of his cock almost leaving my cunt.. before he slammed right back in and start thrusting way faster, yet still being gentle with it at the same time.

My eyes widens and I clung onto him like a koala on a tree, “So good, so good..” I mumbled out. The ‘bubble’ was soon filled with even more moans from both of us.

Dave’s hips meets mine continuously in a loop, each thrusts were followed by soft kisses all around my face, until his lips meets mine and lock in a sweet, gentle kiss. The way his lips was rubbing against mine gives a sense of warmth to me, his chest pressed right up against mine.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked into my eyes again, only to find mine yet again becoming hazy and difficult to focus on his. “Hey, hey.. eyes..” He whispers, his hand coming to my cheek and cup it while he wait for me to open my eyes.

I let out small gasps as he continue to thrusts, “I- I can’t..” I whimpered out, a louder gasp leaving my lips when I feel the tip of his cock hitting that sweet spot in me.

“You wanna cum?” He ask softly, his thumb yet again tracing circles on my cheeks like he did earlier.

I nod, my legs wrapped even tighter around his waist, “Please..?”

He hummed and kiss my forehead, “Show me your eyes first.. then you can..” He grunted out, his cock never stopped moving inside of me.

Slowly, my eyes opens again for what felt like hundred times tonight and met his again, taking a sharp inhale. “That’s it..” Dave smiles, “My beautiful girl and her beautiful eyes..” Suddenly, he accelerates his hips yet again, now snapping back and forth against mine.

Moans leave my lips, even louder ones now. I hold onto his back tightly, my nails dug deep into his skin while with one last thrust of his cock, I came undone, my cum gushing out of my aching swollen pussy.

“Fuck.. shit.. hahn.. god..” Dave groaned at the feeling before his release came close as well, quickly pulling out and pumping his cock with his hand, his cum shooting out of his red tip and to my chest.

My breaths became heavy as he lay down next to me and instantly wrapping his arms around my stomach from behind, spooning me into his chest while he kisses my head non stop. I can feel his heart beating right against my back, the warmth of his body transfering to my own body, filling me with that comforting sense of his heartwarming love.

After some silence, Dave spoke again, “I love you so much.. do you love me, beautiful..?” His voice whispers sweetly into my ear, a genuine hint of curiosity and hope in the way he whisper it, as if the answer wasn’t clear enough..

“More than I love myself.."

[allmoshnobrain]

kinktober 2024 | day 03 | masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

dave mustaine x reader | biting + hickeys

✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, +18, mxf sex, biting, hickeys, oral sex implied/mentioned

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You always felt warm and fuzzy around your boyfriend, safe and protected and cared for. Especially on days like these, when he’d sit on his bed, back against the headboard while you curled on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder. One of his hands was on your waist and the other was holding your thigh. Being together, wrapped up in each other, with nothing else to do but enjoy the moment, was definitely the best part of your day.

You sighed dreamily, looking up at Dave and nudging your nose against his stubble. He chuckled softly, the vibrations of his chest on your body.

“You smell nice,” you mumbled, pressing a small kiss on his jaw, your hand slipping to the back of his head as you trailed more kisses down to his neck. He let out a soft grunt, his grip on you tightening just a bit.

“You keep kissing me like that, babe, and we’re not just gonna be cuddling anymore,” he teased, making you giggle.

"Isn’t that what we always end up doing, anyway?" you grinned. Your eyes met his hazel ones, lit up with a mix of amusement and a spark of desire as he smirked back, sliding his hand from your thigh to your butt.

You kissed his neck again, rougher this time, your teeth grazing lightly on his soft skin. Dave sucked in a breath, his fingers digging into your flesh, letting out a quiet sound when you gave him a playful bite. You pressed in closer, your fingers getting lost in his ginger hair as you sucked on his fair skin. He let out a low grunt, tilting his head back with a sigh.

You kissed the spot on his neck where it was starting to redden, your lips trailing up to his jaw, then the corner of his mouth. It didn’t take much more for him to take back control — he pressed his lips to yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth slowly. He felt warm, his hair soft in your hands as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He grabbed you by the hips, lifting your body and then laying you back down on the bed, making you let out a soft, surprised giggle.

"My turn," he whispered, laying down on top of you, one hand getting tangled in your hair, gently pulling your head back so he could kiss just under your left ear. His lips weren’t as gentle as yours, his teeth sinking into the soft skin until you whimpered, only to kiss the sore spot right after, sucking on it until he left a mark.

You pressed your thighs together, feeling the warmth pooling between your legs as he lifted your shirt, his teeth grazing the edges of your collarbones. He grabbed one of your breasts, his rough palm pressing against your hard nipple before pinching it gently. It wasn’t long before his lips found the other one, biting softly as his tongue swirled against your sensitive skin. You were a total mess of moans, gently rocking your hips against him while your pussy clenched, practically begging to be touched.

"So pretty," he murmured, pulling back a bit, his fingertips tracing the bite marks and hickeys he'd left on your skin. On your neck, your collarbones, your breasts; you were like a canvas, claimed by the sweetness of his lips, wet and breathless and begging for more. 

“Dave,” you whined, looking up at him with pleading eyes as you pressed his hips against his hardness. He grunted softly, his fingertips tracing the hem of your pants before unbuttoning them and pulling them down slowly. He knelt on the bed, his knees around your hips as he took his shirt off, his ginger hair falling over his shoulders. You could see the soft, fuzzy trail of hair leading from his defined chest down to his abs, and then lower.

He pulled away, parting your legs before lying down, his face between them as he pressed his thumb against the wet spot in your panties. You closed your eyes, letting out a soft moan, and he chuckled, his lips finding the soft flesh of your inner thigh while his finger made small circles through the fabric.

“Dave, please,” you gasped, fingers getting lost in his hair. “Need you so bad…”

“I know, baby, I know,” he whispered, his warm breath against your skin making you shiver. “Just gotta mark you down here first, yeah?” He kissed your inner thigh again, his teeth grazing the soft skin. “Make sure you know who you belong to.”

You let out a soft, shaky moan when he bit down on your inner thigh, hard enough to break the skin. He pulled back, making soothing noises as he kissed the spot gently, his warm breath against your clit making you shiver while he moved to your other thigh.

“Good girl,” he mumbled, giving you a soft kiss. “So wet and ready for me, huh?”

“Yeah,” you moaned as he sucked on your thigh, placing small kisses all over your skin. Your pussy clenched around nothing, your hips bucking as you bit your lower lip, fire igniting in your belly. You wanted him, needed him, so, so bad.

He knew you did; you let out a soft sigh as he finally took off your panties, the cold air hitting your wetness making you shiver. He knelt on the bed, face flushed and pupils dilated, his cock straining against his jeans as he took a moment to admire you — covered in his love marks, all ruined and needy and ready for him. You were his, and he made sure everyone who looked at you would see it, your soft skin dotted with small bruises and bites, the ultimate proof of who you belonged to.

To him, and him only.

You let out a soft, shaky moan when he finally grabbed your hips, his warm mouth finding the throbbing pearl between your thighs.

Participate in the kinktober writing list with my FREE SPACE dynamic. There are some free spaces for specific pairings and you can shoot me asks with suggestions for kinks and plots featuring them. I will choose one for each character featured to write! Free spaces available: Sam Winchester (SPN), Jason Newsted (Metallica), Cap. John Price (COD), Kakashi Hatake (Naruto), Cronos (Venom) 

[nausicaamusiclover20]

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.

[hollywoodroses]

my dave mustaine fan fiction is finished