#love dave mustaine

[viscerati]

thinking about writing a dave mustaine one shot someone pls glaze me and tell me im amazing and very gongus so i can do it

[we-will-swallow-your-soul]

[atsuusaan]

haven’t drawn him for a long time

[mentalmilkshakes]

@kirkwahmmett meow

[dessinoir]

THIS IS LIKE ONE OF MY FAVORITE PARTS OF THIS INTERVIEW... Metallica interview with Wvvx Chicago Radio 4/05/1986 :)

[stevenssticks]

taken from these 3 asks + the thoughts i was having earlier this week.

specifically w this dave bc woah

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the argument started out as something stupid. he doesn’t even remember what it was. all he knows is that he fucked up royally when he said something that absolutely shattered you. he watched your face fall, your lip start to quiver, tears welling up in your eyes. he lets you run off to your bedroom, slamming the bedroom door shut. dave knows he’s sleeping on the couch tonight, the first time ever, if he doesn’t fix this.

you two go about your day as if the other isn’t even there. dave feels sick when he looks at you cooking yourself dinner. his lips press into a thin line. he watches you take your dinner to the office to go eat alone, come back, wash your plate and put it in the dishwasher, looking up and then his eyes catch with yours. it’s just a second of a glance, but dave can see your eyes are red and puffy. he really made you cry.

he watches you mosey back to your shared bedroom as he goes to sit on that couch and eat his own meal, which proves to be futile as he has no appetite. dave covers his plate, placing it in the fridge for later and slowly walks to the master bedroom, when he hears your soft sobs from a few feet from the door.

he slowly turns the knob, flinching as the door squeaks to reveal you, curled in on yourself, facing away from him and toward the window of the master bedroom. dave slowly walks over, his presence making a depression in the bed where he slides in next to you. he starts by rubbing a hand over your shoulder and back, massaging as you sob harder now that he’s here, trying his hardest to soothe you after what’s been said.

dave moves up to press his chest to your back, big strong arms wrapping around you.

“m’ so sorry baby… so sorry. don’t know why i said that. i really don’t.” dave feels that he could cry too at this rate. he holds your shaking body, repeating words of praise to you over and over until your sobs are reduced to sniffles.

“can you look at me, hon?” he whispers to you, hand on your shoulder pulling gently for you to face him. you do so, still refusing to meet his eyes as your lips quiver and you stare at his chest. the two of you lay side by side like that, facing each other as dave brings a hand up to your cheek, whining away the tears as they continue to fall. “i love you, you know that? you’re my whole world and nothings gonna change that. i was stupid. so fucking stupid.”

you look up at him then, and his nose and cheeks have begun to turn red just as it does when he’s holding back tears. his eyes are glassy, and you’re still so unbelievably upset, but he’s truly trying everything to make this right. you lean your head down to bury your face in his chest, whispering a little “i love you too.” dave hugs you so tight, he kisses the top of your head, burying his face in your hair. his kisses move lower as he leans your head up to look at him again, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, pulling back for a moment and then going in for a sweet kiss on your lips.

dave deepens the kiss further and you let him, pulling away for you to catch your breath while dave whispers to you: “so pretty… prettiest i’ve ever seen.” before rolling you onto your back. dave presses his body to yours, continuing to kiss you long and deep for a while longer before his lips move to your neck. you whine, bringing a hand up to the back of his head to keep him where he’s sucking bruises into your neck.

“gonna make it up to you, sweetheart. i promise. i’ll make it up to you in a million different ways,” he moves to your exposed collarbone while he tries to push your shirt up.

he gets your chest exposed, moving down to suck a nipple into his mouth and you writhe away from his mouth at the stimulation. dave holds you close and tight, not letting you get away from him as the arm that’s not wrapped around your middle works at your sleep shorts. he leaves wet, sloppy kisses down your torso, leaning up to throw his own shirt over his head.

once your sleep shorts are kicked off as well as your panties he grabs you by the calf’s and pulls you towards him as he sits on his heels. “c’mere, baby.”

he unties the bow on his pajama pants, pulling them down with his underwear to his mid thighs. his cock is hard and leaking, tip a pretty pink and his breathing is already hard and slow as he spreads your legs for him. he looks up at your pretty tear stained face, puffy eyes and lips. you’re just the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, teasing your hole before pushing in, grabbing your thighs to wrap around his waist as he leans down, pressing chest to chest with you and taking your hands in his.

“okay?” he asks hesitantly, and when he sees you give a watery smile and a nod he starts to move slow and deep, squeezing your hands tight as your legs lock around his waist. “fuck, honey, squeezing me so good. never wanna let you leave this bed…”

you mewl, whispering your own praises and apologies which dave hushes, wanting you to focus on him making you feel good. he nudges the side of your face with his nose and you know to turn so he can give you a long and deep kiss. dave’s hips stutter, beginning to move a little quicker, a little deeper, and soon you’re both gasping out short exasperated breaths as you near your orgasms.

“you gonna cum? yeah… that’s it, i gotchu. you’re okay. you can do it, come on. wanna see you cum on my cock.” you squeal as dave moves a hand down to your clit, rubbing fast tight circles and you contract around him, death grip on the hand that’s still clasped in yours as you cum for him.

“oh fuck.. look atchu… love you so much baby. never gonna let you go… oh- oh fuck!” and then dave is cumming too with a groan that’s muffled by you going in for another kiss. his hips slow to a nice roll, more tears leave your eyes as all your emotions are released, a whole day of tension and hurt that you start to let go of.

you breathe each other in, laying on each other before dave rolls off of you. he pulls the covers up and holds you close. a silent understanding that you will talk the rest of this out tomorrow. at least he doesn’t need to sleep on the couch.

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this took a week to get out i’m so sorry

[itsslun]

好喜歡姜喬飛喔

[exhumetoc0nsume]

hey guys

[iheartjameshetfield]

dave being into close contact positions during sex… he’s pressed to ur back, got your legs over his shoulders, chest to chest, hand holding etc <3333

hold on i’m doing backflips

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFHSJFHSJDHAKDHSJ

god just imagine having dave behind you…him pressing kisses from your lower back all the way to your neck, burying his face there. him wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you into him as he rests his chest against your back, murmuring things like “taking me so well” or “fuck yes just like that”

or or or or

having your legs over his shoulder, placing a kiss on your calf and massaging the backs of your thighs. his thrusts are slow yet hard when brings his arms around your legs, looking down to see where the two of you connect

ORRRRRRRR

having him on top of you, his weight crushing you in the best way possible. your lips never part from his unless it’s to breathe, and even then you’re disappointed at the brief loss of contact. just imagine the two of you lost in each other, tongues and teeth clashing as he brings you to your orgasm. his hands clutch yours and he brings it to the sides of your head. the pace of his thrusts increase while your moans are muffled by his while you come undone. you cry while holding an even tighter grip on dave’s hands, lifting your head to deepen the kiss.

after you calm down, dave would probably lay on his back, bringing you along with him. he would play with your hair, praise you, tell you how good you were for him and how amazing tonight was<333

i just know he’s so sweet and loving in bed i need him :((

[valoriesgrave]

nobody understands how obsessed i am with these middle aged men

[serialbxwl]

yeetallihaw w some discord friends ^_^

dave, james, kirk, and cliff’s (partially) designs r not by me

[viscerati]

favorite guitarist?

oh brother in christ this is a very hard question for me 😭 but if i have to be 100% honest, i'd say dave mustaine! he's an amazing guitarist tbh and i also love his personality. not to speak about how handsome he is because zamn 🙏🙏🔥 i'd also like to admit that i'd top him like a cherry on a cake id go absolutely feral on it

and i mean it when i say he's very gongus

[rocknrollflames]

Izzy Stradlin.

If you're a man and you don't like Izzy - you're just not cool.

Or he banged your chick.

Or both.

Probably both.

And if you're a woman who doesn't like Izzy - thank you.

There are too many of us.

He doesn't need you.

[disco-cola]

POV: this is what my life should’ve looked like but I was born 30 years too late (I made this for my future therapist to visually elaborate) (jk) (or am I)

[mentalmilkshakes]

LOOK AT HIS PRETTY HAIR?!!!

[dave-me0wstaine]

Hear me out... Dave Mustaine findin' out orgasms can help with cramps, and it just so happens that his girl is on her period. Like, this man is overstimulatin' her with how many orgasms he's forcin' out of her, still careful with her, yet desperate to help her. Yk?

these two asks came in pretty close together and are quite similar, so i'll be answering them together!

in sfw terms, i think dave would be extremely sweet to you. if he's younger, i think he wouldn't quite understand how periods could be so dreadful, he really just sees them as a mild inconvenience, although he knows better than to say that out loud. he'd make sure that you'd get anything and everything you needed, whether it be snacks, blankets, or medicine.

if we're talking about older dave (think mid-90s and onward) he'd wait on you damn near hand-and-foot. like you wouldn't get up to do anything. like i think he'd even run any errands you had to do that week. and he'd be so cuddly. he'd constantly have a hand on your stomach, smoothing his hand across your flesh.

and maybe one night, he's rubbing your stomach and planting small kisses on your neck. one thing leads to another, and you two have sex, and to both of your surprises, your cramps diminish significantly. once dave finds this out, all hell breaks loose. he almost gets excited each month when your period comes, cause he knows he gets to make you cum on his fingers.

he'd overstimulate you, but somehow be so gentle about it that you barely notice that you're being overstimulated. once he's made you cum, he lets you catch your breath, and slowly starts rubbing his thumb over your clit, making you whine and mewl. and omg the entire time he'd be whispering sweet nothings, things like '"there you go, baby, just let me take care of you, yeah? let me make you feel good, make the pain go away. atta girl,"