#megadeth one shot

[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.

[rurangslittleplace]

weeeeelcomeeeee

este es el blog secundario de Rurang (@ rurangisafreak es el principal/personal). Pensaba usar este para escribir one shots, headcannons y ajá de personajes/personas. Tengo un one shot de Gerard Way/reader publicado en AO3 (@ RURANGisAFREAK), que probablemente publique aquí ✦·┈๑⋅⋯ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ⋯⋅๑┈·✦

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𝐌𝐔́𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐒 ::: Gerard Way, William Beckett, Damon Albarn, Ryan Ross, Vic Fuentes, Andy Biersack, Frank Iero, Christofer Drew, David Sylvian, Brian Jones, Dave Mustaine, Luke Hemmings etc (¡¡Probablemente hayan muchos más que no nombré, pregúntame por ellos!!). 𝐕𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐃 ::: Len kagamine, Rin Kagamine, Fukase, Oliver, no se qe más. 𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 ::: Mafumafu, Soraru, Luz, quizás algunos más.

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✮⋆˙ Probablemente esta introducción se vaya modificando de acuerdo lo vea necesario.

✮⋆˙ Los pedidos están abiertos para cualquiera, pueden ser por el apartado 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬 o 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐣𝐞.

✮⋆˙ Realmente soy nueva en esto, asi que por favor, si vas a hacer pedidos/solicitud, intenta especificar lo más que puedas. De lo contrario, tendrás una Rurang mandándote mensajes cada media hora preguntándote cosas sobre ello y si te agrada o no el rumbo que está llevando xD

✮⋆˙ Es muy probable que también publique cosas como fan fics por autocomplaciencia o algo así.

✮⋆˙ Las historias serán de persona/personaje x lectora por ahora

Creo que no debo aclarar nada más, esto probablemente se vaya editando y renovando, avisaré cuando lo haga. Chau <3

edit ::: 8-2-25

[deadaccount1-2-3]

hiiii, could you write some fluff with dave mustaine???

thank you so much

Sure thing! Sorry if this is t that good I wrote it at work because I was bored. 😭 But I still hope you like it.

Dave Mustaine x Reader FLUFF

Warnings: Idk, maybe mentions anxiety and loneliness or cursing

Exhausted

Dave was on tour again, and he was supposed to come back earlier that day. Sadly he didn’t, leaving you alone for another night. You sighed loudly, feeling the loneliness overwhelm your bedroom.

You hated when this would happen. It was already bad enough being left alone for long periods of time while he was on tour, but then he would be late and wouldn’t even call to tell you. Your anxiety began eating at you, whispering terrifying things into your ears about why Dave was late.

Of course this was a common occurrence, so it still confused you why you let the bad thoughts get to you. He was more than likely all right. His plane could’ve been late, or he decided to go out drinking with his mates before going home. However your mind told you different stories, and the more you dwelled on them the more possible they seemed.

You tried sleeping. Changing positions several times within a few minutes, attempting to get comfortable enough for your body to shut down and rid you of your thoughts. You couldn’t sleep though, not when you were lonely. This was another dilemma you faced while he toured. You hated sleeping alone, especially when you were alone and anxious. It was always such a struggle with you because your mind and body wouldn’t die down until he was by your side, caressing your soft skin, telling you how much he adored you.

You finally laid on your side, facing towards your window, which dimly lit the room with moonlight. You were somewhat comfortable now, and your exhaustion was finally settling in. You closed your eyes and began to drift off, hoping Dave would be home by the morning. Lucky for you you wouldn’t have to wait that long.

Your bedroom door creaked, but you didn’t feel like looking over. The slight breeze in the house would always move it, causing it to creek, so you never payed it any mind.

Dave was now in your bedroom, silently undressing himself, stripping down to his boxers as he cursed himself for not being quieter. You heard his clothing hit the floor, and his belt buckle made a loud clank.

“Shit,” he whispered, his voice slightly slurred.

Before you could roll over and greet him he began climbing in bed. He immediately snugged up to you and kissed your shoulder. You turned over and looked up at him. He smelled like alcohol, explaining the late night, no call, and the inability to be quiet.

“I missed you,” you quietly said, moving as close as possible to him and pecking his lips. He returned the favor by turning your gentle peck into a short, but passionate, kiss.

“I missed you more,” he flashed his drunken smile at you. Every feeling of anxiety and loneliness left after that, replaced by pure happiness and love. You kissed him again before the two of you cuddled with each other and fell asleep quickly.

[larsulrichsblog]

FUCK IS HE TRYNA DO DAWGG WEAK ASS MOTHERFUCKER

@jaymz-hetfeeld-blogg 😝

[metalbrojack]

I’ve just had an idea

Okay so my love language is mainly physical touch but I also like gift giving.

I want to buy Dave mustaine some stuffed animals and make him little bracelets. He’d probably be like “why tf did you buy me this stuffed cat?” I would be like “shut the fuck up and take my gift bitch.”😚

[lolly-in-a-strange-land]

Hello all, if anyone wants to make a request for a one shot then please do. The bands I will predominantly write for are:

Type O Negative

Tool

Alice in Chains

Metallica

Megadeth

I will write for other bands too. Make the request and I shall reply. There will be bands I maybe don't write for. Mostly I write for metal bands so keep that in mind, but like I say, I'm happy to take requests.

There will be subjects I don't write about and those are:

Age play

Anything with minors (will write age gaps between adults, but anything underage, absolutely not).

Scat/golden showers and such, no thank you

Band member × band member fics are out, I'm afraid, but I might be able to recommend some writers that do some great stuff.

Again, make the request and I'll say what I'm comfortable writing and what I'm not. Much love ❤️

[byler-alarmist]

number 2 for the music ask game !!

Hi, anon!! I actually had a couple that instantly popped into my head, but I have to go with this one that holds a lot of personal meaning for me.

[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.”

[briarberrythornedhart]

Stay for a Spell

Contains: Eddie Munson x You, Steve’s Cousin!Reader, sharing food/food play, first kiss, referenced sex.

♥️ 🍕 ♥️

You were down visiting your baby Cousin Steve while your Uncle and Aunt Harrington were conveniently in the Bahamas

Steve (only 2 years your junior but he would always be your BABY cousin) had become a lot more responsible since you saw him last and what would have been a raging kegger 2 years ago, was a very chill movie night.

Which was already winding down at 10pm.

A half dozen high schoolers (Basically Steve’s adopted children from what you could tell) had gotten rides home from Nancy and Jonathan. Robin and Vikki had sapphicly scampered off to one of the bedrooms ❤️.

There were other folks clustered around the T.V. mere moments ago but now it was just you and Steve’s super gorgeous, very charming friend Eddie Munson.

He had an arm draped over the back of the couch- one leg pulled up so his foot was tucked under his thigh. He was in a ripped/cropped Megadeth t-shirt despite the cold weather. He had dimples and tattoos and big cow eyes and you were LOST.

You were only a third through Monty Python’s Holy Grail. You were watching Eddie a lot more than you were watching the movie but you were pretty sure he hadn’t noticed and he seemed to be having a good time.

Even his laughing was sexy. The little huff of breath when something was silly. The dark deep chuckle when something in the movie went entirely off the rails.

You reached for the last piece of pizza and felt his hand also in the pizza box. Grabbing your hand? You gasped.

Your eyes met.

“Hey, It’s all yours.” He pulled his hand away, shook out his mane of hair and shrugged.

Oh no - of course - of course - he was just grabbing the pizza, obviously. Why would a dreamboat like this be making a pass at you when he’d been JUST friendly all night. He’d been flirting with almost everyone but not you.

“It’s cool, I’m not that hungry.” You shrugged back. “Go ‘head.”

“Yes, you are.” Eddie laughed. “You have to be! Pretty much everyone had 4 pieces and you had one? Didn’t see you touch the chips. And you had half a beer. Am I right?” He rubbed his hands together, dusting off Parmesan and flour off his ringed fingers onto a napkin.

“You hardly ate either. We could share it.” You offered.

“Okaaay” Eddie squinted at you, brows knit, “... I’ll go get a knife…”

“Why dirty up a knife? You take a bite, I take a bite, till it’s eaten up.” You suggested. His brows shot up. “Unless you’re concerned I’ll give ya’ cooties.”

Eddie laughed again. “Noooo, I’m fairly sure you don’t have cooties.” He lifted the slice to his mouth and took a bite. He handed you the slice with such care - like it was precious - or you were?

You took a bite, hyper aware of his gaze on you. Butterflies were getting up to some crazy antics in your chest.

Another pass back and forth and You saw him lick his fingers. Then he widened his eyes - looking sideways at you for a reaction and then wiped his hands on the napkin again.

You took your bite and deliberately licked your thumb - sucking it slightly into your mouth, down to the knuckle and watching him watching you.

He swallowed on nothing - his Adam’s apple bobbing on his long pretty neck. His cheeks got red.

When you passed the piece back to him, and there was barely anything left but crust, Eddie took your wrist like it might break if he wasn’t careful, and took his bite while you held it out for him. Slight pressure from his thumb on the palm of your hand feeling way more intimate than it should. You squirmed on the couch and did not crawl into his lap.

And then he fed you the last little bit- still holding your wrist like it was made of porcelain.

You were so close now, knees touching, shared breath, he leaned in closer and his eyelashes fluttered closed, so you were brave enough to lean in too, close enough to feel the heat of his lips…

“Did you just Lady and the Tramp the last of the ‘za?” Argyle’s amused voice with his distinctive San Pedro accent over your shoulder made you straighten your spine in surprise.

Eddie sputtered something about just sharing and just having manners but Argyle interrupted. “Man, it’s cool, I don’t wanna mess up the vibe going on in here, but you’re sitting on my sweater and my van keys, so imma grab this real quick…” Eddie and you both stood and looked for the clothing item guiltily. Argyle grabbed it from where it had been shoved down between couch cushions. “See you Tuesday per the usual, Eduardo?”

Eddie nodded and Argyle saluted and headed off with his keys swinging around his forefinger.

Eddie licked his upper lip and cleared his throat. “Sorry about that... uh… Argyle he’s like ALWAYS high so…”

“High enough to think you’d be into me?” You asked.

“Wha... No! wait. a.... Minute,” He pointed a finger at you, “... that’s not what I was saying.”

“What were you saying?”

“I dunno but you are leaving Hawkins soon and Harrington’s gonna kick my ass so I should probably...” His face seemed to close off. He was scowling and you couldn’t bear it. “... go. It’s late.”

“It’s not though. It’s 10:30, not even I got to bed at 10:30.” You said to the carpet.

You felt his fingers under your chin, raising your face to his view. You’d do anything he asked you with those big brown eyes looking vulnerable - almost scared like what did he have to be afraid of??. “You want me to stay? If you’re sure, if you want me to stay, I’ll stay.”

He was so close again, the scent of him was enough to make you ache.

You answered his question with a whisper “Stay Eddie” and punctuated that with a soft kiss.

He kissed you back as gentle as he’d been all night - like you might be breakable.

Only when you grabbed handfuls of his t-shirt - fingernails digging into his back - did he cut loose, kiss like he meant it, the two of you landing on the couch in an eager tangle of limbs.

🦇 🍕 🦇

What Harrington had said to Eddie was, “Keep your paws off my cousin.”

And Eddie had laughed and said “I’ll try.” Note 🎵 in sing-song. Just to piss Steve off. Eddie had no intention of trying anything.

Because how attractive could the cousin actually be??

And Eddie had self control. In spades.

But the cousin was hot as fuck.

And their third hang out - this movie night - the cousin immediately plopped the finest ass in the tightest jeans next to him on the couch and paid actual attention to Eddie.

And he hadn’t reckoned on the cousin being so attentive... well.. It was flattering, particularly after a long dry spell.

And then there was the thing with the pizza which totally gave Eddie a semi and then he had to cover his lap with a pillow, but he didn’t think the cousin noticed until Argyle popped out of nowhere with (completely Unnecessary) commentary on the situation being romantic.

Eddie didn’t need this shit.

He actually didn’t feel like getting his heart busted in two again.

He was going to get Coffin on tour and hook up with hot groupies and that was the plan.

Not romance.

Just sex and METAL and maybe some drugs but not enough to fuck up the music-making, because the MUSIC was his life.

Only his dick wasn’t on board with the plan, apparently. Nor his hands, nor his mouth.

So now all of Eddie was in the cousins bed and all it took was the magic word “Stay” and he was compelled to comply.

Maybe he just needed this badly, he told himself.

The cousin was playful and inventive and surprisingly flexible. The cousin wanted to do things that Eddie thought of as third date or later sexual activities. The cousin held Eddie’s hand all night, cuddled into his side, smiling a little satisfied smile.

The cousin was like a dream.

Eddie didn’t want to fall in love - not now - but he felt it happening like a tail spin he couldn’t pull out of.

In the morning Eddie tucked some hair behind the cousins ear. “I should go. Should I sneak out so no one sees?” He asked.

“Can you stay, Eddie?”

This magic worked on him like nothing else ever had.

More dates, more sweetness, more laughs, a couple fights that ended with feeling closer than ever.

It didn’t occur to Eddie until he saw the cousin's suitcase on the step and the bus ticket was on the table that things were in fact dire and he didn’t want this ending.

“Stay here.” He conjured. “Stay with me.” He cast. “Stay mine.” ✨

[lagunned]

I'LL GET EVEN, dave mustaine.

pinned rules masterlist

pairing; modern!dave mustaine x fem!reader

summary; dave is angry at a producer and comes home, just wanting to see you. you have other plans, deciding to join in on a couple tiktok trend—he doesn’t find it as funny as you do.

warnings; very fluffy, modern era but with 1980s dave, slight cussing, no use of y/n, mentions of toxic masculinity, dave gets butthurt, tough boy isn’t so tough anymore. if im missing anything else let me know!

word count; 750

requests open, not proofread, based on this ask.

You never thought you’d see the day when Dave Mustaine—the snarling, sharp-tongued leader of Megadeth, the same man who wrote lyrics about death and betrayal—would be curled up in your arms like an overgrown cat. But here he was, his spiralling, copper curls a mess against your chest, his breath warm against your collarbone, completely unaware that he was currently being recorded, despite your quiet, hushed giggles that left your soft lips. He was so fucking tired he didn't even think anything of it: his first mistake.

It had started out as an innocent cuddle session. He’d come home after hours in the studio, grumbling about producers who didn’t “get” his sound, and immediately toppled onto you like a weighted blanket. You knew better than to say anything at first—Dave was a like cat in human form; if you pointed out that he was being affectionate, he’d immediately "hiss" and pretend he wasn’t. So you just let him rest, lazily running your fingers through his hair while his arm draped possessively over your waist, his strong, calloused thumb stroking the hem of your pants.

That’s when the idea struck.

With your phone angled just right, you hit record, keeping your voice soft, teasing. This will fucking get him. You knew he wasn't active on social media, let alone TikTok. And you loved your pranks—rather, you loved to push your boyfriend’s buttons.

“Who's my good boy?” you cooed, fingers tracing light patterns on his back.

A sleepy mumble; “...Me.”

Your grin nearly split your face into two. Got him.

“Yeah? My bestest boy?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed, nuzzling closer into your warm neck.

You held back a laugh, heart melting at how completely relaxed he was. This was the Dave most people didn’t get to see—the one who craved softness, who would willingly tangle his limbs with yours just to feel safe for a while. The one that just yearned for intimacy and love, and admiration. Even if he didn't admit it. His gentleness with you proved it right—despite what the people had to say in the media. It was all bullshit.

Then, as if some internal alarm sounded, his whole body suddenly stiffened against you. Uh-oh…

“Wait,” he muttered. You felt the pause; the slow, tired wheels turning in his brain. He lifted his head slightly, hazel eyes squinting in suspicion. “The fuck did you just say?”

You bit your lip, trying not to giggle. “I said, ‘Who’s my good boy?’”

His brows furrowed. Then his eyes flickered to your hand—manicured nails clasped around your phone. His domestic, exhausted eyes met his own within your phone. What the fuck was wrong with you—on every level. Mentally, emotionally, physically—hell, spiritually. You don’t do that shit to thee Dave Mustaine!

“…Are you recording this?”

“Maybe.”

Dave shot up faster than a rocket and you barely had time to react before his tall frame was towering over you, his expression caught somewhere between betrayal and damage control. No, no, no, no—fuck no!

“Delete it.” His voice was gruff now, like you’d just walked in on him playing with kittens and he was scrambling to reassert dominance. He had an image to uphold—both with the fans and you. “Right fucking now.”

You pouted. “But you were soooo cute.”

"I’m not cute,” he grumbled, already crawling back into his toxic masculinity shell. He ran a hand through his thick golden hair, shoulders straightening, jaw clenching. “I’m fucking dangerous."

You tilted your head, still recording. Your phone shook as you held back a laugh. “Oh? Who’s my big, strong, dangerous boy?”

A muscle twitched in his cheek as a vein popped in his forehead. Dave pointed at your phone. “I swear to God—”

But before he could finish, you gave him the look. The one that said, I’ll stop recording if you just play along for two more seconds, pretty, pretty please sweetheart.

Dave groaned, rubbing his face. You could tell he was so done with your antics. And then, with the deepest, most reluctant sigh you'd probably had ever heard from his lips, he muttered under his breath:

“…Me.”

You burst out laughing, nearly dropping your phone in the process—but you relentlessly gripped it for dear life. Gotcha!

Dave, realizing what he just did, let out a noise somewhere between a groan and a feral growl before launching himself at you, trying to snatch your phone from your iron grip.

“You’re fucking dead,” he grumbled, burying his face in your neck, but the warmth of his arms tightening around you told you otherwise. Dave even shocked himself sometimes, it's like his heart reacts before his head. The little things made him realize that he truly was infatuated with you. Inside and out, no matter how cruel you may be. You took to him when no one else did.

And maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind being your "good" boy after all.

© lagunned (2025—) all rights reserved.

[broidobe]

𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯

requested!

☾after confessing that she's never been with anyone before, dave reassures her with gentle touches, teasing whispers, and an unforgettable first time☽

☾warnings: mild smut, first-time intimacy, soft dom!dave, praise, and tender aftercare☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚megadeth masterlist

the weight of your secret had been sitting heavy on your chest all night.

lying beside dave, tangled up in the sheets of his hotel bed, you could feel the warmth of his skin against yours, his arm draped lazily around your waist. the night had been perfect—kisses that left you breathless, touches that made your head spin—but there was still something unspoken between you.

“hey,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

dave hummed in response, his fingers tracing light patterns on your hip. his eyes were half-lidded, but there was still that sharpness in them, like he could sense there was more you wanted to say.

swallowing hard, you took a breath. “i… i haven’t done this before.”

his fingers paused for just a fraction of a second before he lifted his head to look at you fully. “what do you mean?” his voice was softer now, missing its usual teasing edge.

heat rushed to your face as you turned slightly, unable to meet his gaze. “i mean, i’ve never… been with anyone. like this.”

dave blinked, and for a moment, there was silence. then, to your surprise, his lips curved into the faintest smirk—not mocking, just amused in that effortless dave mustaine way.

“you’re serious?” he asked, propping himself up on one elbow. when you nodded, his smirk softened into something gentler. “shit, baby, you should’ve told me sooner.”

embarrassment flared in your chest. “i thought it might scare you off,” you admitted, voice small.

his brows shot up at that. “scare me off?” he repeated, then shook his head with a chuckle. “nah, sweetheart. if anything, it makes me want to take my damn time with you.”

the way he said it sent a shiver through you. dave reached up, brushing a thumb over your cheek, his expression unusually tender.

“you don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “but if you want this—if you want me—then I promise I’ll make it good for you.”

your breath hitched, nerves mixing with anticipation. “i do,” you whispered.

dave smiled against your skin, his hands moving to hold you just a little closer. “then let me take care of you, baby.”

his lips were on yours again, but this time, there was a new kind of hunger behind them, a slow and deliberate fire that built with every kiss, every touch. his hands roamed lower, calloused fingers gliding over your skin with just enough pressure to make your breath catch.

“so damn beautiful,” he muttered, lips dragging down your jaw, your throat, trailing heat wherever they landed.

the way he touched you—reverent, almost possessive—made your nerves melt away, replaced with something deeper, something needy. his hands made quick work of your clothes, tossing them aside as he laid you bare beneath him, his gaze dark with desire.

“gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice rough, filled with promise. “gonna make sure you remember this.”

he did just that—taking his time, teasing, tasting, letting his hands and lips learn every inch of you. his fingers traced delicate patterns down your body, coaxing soft gasps from your lips as he explored, savoring the way you shivered under him. he whispered sweet nothings between kisses, telling you how perfect you were, how good you felt, how much he wanted this.

dave made sure you were completely lost in the moment before finally claiming you, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm, letting you feel every part of him. his name tumbled from your lips in breathy whimpers as he guided you, patient and attentive, making sure every touch, every movement, brought nothing but pleasure. his forehead rested against yours, his wild curls brushing your cheeks as he held you close, his voice nothing but a husky whisper of praise and reassurance.

when you finally collapsed against him, spent and breathless, dave pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “told you i’d take care of you,” he murmured with a satisfied smirk, pulling you against his chest as you drifted into the safest, most content sleep of your life.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hi hi))) tumblr recently showed me it’s legendary quote about marriage “ you know your marriage worked out if you’re still up for a quickie in a laundry room while kids are watching Lion King and you gotta take dino nuggets out of oven in 10min”

Can we please get it with Dave? I love him he’s so fit and his arms are like 😩😳🥵. He is trying to knock his wife up while she’s folding the laundry while loud cartoons on TV downstairs are there to distract their two kids???

I LOVED THIS IDEAAAA, I hope you like it🔥❤

Warnings: explicit sexual content, sexual themes, and a bit of dirty language.

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Laundry room secrets

The soft hum of the laundry machine and the rhythmic sound of fabric folding are the only noises filling the room as I finish the last load. The kids are downstairs, their animated chatter blending with the sounds of The Lion King playing on the TV. It’s been a hectic day, and yet, in this quiet moment, everything feels calm. The laundry’s almost done, the house is quiet for once, and for the first time in a long while, I find myself actually enjoying this small moment of peace. 

That is, until I hear the creak of the stairs and the sound of boots hitting the top step—one of those steps that Dave always misses when he’s trying to sneak up on me. It makes me smile because I can already guess what’s coming. 

I hear him before I see him. "Hey, babe, you need any help?" The voice is deep and warm, the same voice that always makes my heart race a little, even after all these years. He leans in the doorway, and I look up from my work to see him standing there—tall, broad, and impossibly fit.

His arms, flexing as he crosses them in front of his chest, are like a walking advertisement for hard work at the gym. He’s got that rugged, casual look on him today—plain black T-shirt, the sleeves hugging his biceps just right—and I can’t help but let my gaze linger. 

“Are you serious?” I tease, raising an eyebrow. “Help with laundry? You do know what that means, right? Folding, sorting, putting away?”

He shrugs, and the mischievous glint in his eyes only gets stronger. “Sure, I’ll help with all that… later.” He steps closer, his boots heavy on the wooden floorboards as he closes the space between us. 

I roll my eyes and give him a soft shove. "Later. Right."

He smirks, clearly reading my mind. “Or we could do something else right now. Something… more fun.”

I glance at the door. The kids are downstairs. They’re probably too distracted by the cartoons to even notice what’s happening upstairs. The house is oddly quiet for once—just the murmur of the TV and the occasional sound of my kids arguing over something silly. 

I should keep my focus on the laundry, but that’s just not happening. 

Before I can stop myself, I’m already turning toward him, feeling his presence next to me, warm and steady. “Something else, huh?” I ask, pretending to be nonchalant, even though my heart rate picks up the moment his hands brush against my back. His fingertips graze along my spine, sending a tingle through me. He knows exactly what he’s doing—he’s always known how to drive me crazy in the best possible way.

"Yeah," he replies, voice low and a little dangerous. "You’ve been working hard today. Maybe you deserve a little... break."

I glance over at the clock on the wall. It’s 20:15, and I know that I’ve got about ten minutes before I have to go rescue the dino nuggets in the oven. I also know this is the kind of moment that doesn’t come often. 

There’s no way I’m passing this up.

“Ten minutes,” I murmur, a grin tugging at my lips. “I’ve got ten minutes before the chicken nuggets are overcooked.”

Dave laughs softly, the sound low and teasing. “Perfect. That gives us just enough time.”

I can feel the warmth of his body pressing into mine, his hands sliding over my hips, pulling me closer. The second I’m against him, his lips are on mine—warm, demanding, and sweet all at once. I feel the world start to melt away. The laundry room. The kids. The timer on the oven. It all fades into the background as Dave deepens the kiss, his tongue gently sliding against mine. His hands move to my waist, steady and sure, like he’s not going anywhere.

“Dave,” I whisper between kisses, “the kids…”

“They’re fine,” he murmurs, lips trailing down my neck. “They’re too busy watching the lion king to notice what we’re up to.”

He’s right. I can hear Simba’s voice in the background, and the kids are probably too busy fighting over who gets to sit on the couch to even think about what’s going on upstairs. For once, the house feels eerily quiet and calm. And for once, I don’t feel like I’m in a race against time. 

I let my hands roam, tracing the firm lines of his chest, feeling the muscles under his shirt shift with every move he makes. It’s always been like this with Dave—there’s a constant pull between us, an energy that’s both effortless and intense. We’ve been married for years, but somehow, it still feels like we’re in that honeymoon phase where we can’t get enough of each other.

His hands slide under my shirt, his fingertips grazing the skin of my lower back, and I let out a soft breath as his touch sends a wave of heat through me. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

I can’t help but smile. “You say that every time, but you know it’s true.”

“Yeah, I do,” he responds, his lips curving into that signature, roguish smile that always drives me wild. “But it’s still worth saying.”

I let out a quiet laugh, the sound mixing with the hum of the laundry machine in the background. I’m getting lost in him—his touch, his voice, the warmth of his body pressing against mine. It feels like a lifetime ago since we were last like this, just the two of us, caught up in the intensity of each other. 

I can feel my pulse quicken, and before I know it, I’m guiding him toward the dryer, his body pressing me against the cool metal. His lips meet mine again, but this time, there’s more urgency behind it—more heat. My hands find their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart as it thrums against my palm. His chest is solid and warm beneath my fingertips, every inch of him as strong and sturdy as I remember. 

He breaks the kiss and looks down at me, his hands settling on my hips. “I think it’s time for you to sit down,” he says softly, his voice low and full of that quiet command he always seems to carry.

I’m about to question him when he lifts me effortlessly, turning me to face the dryer. My back hits the top of the machine, the cool surface sending a shiver down my spine. Dave’s hands guide my legs, helping me to sit on top of the dryer, my feet barely touching the floor. His hands move to my waist, pulling me close again, and I feel his lips press against my neck, kissing me softly. It’s not rough, not hurried—just slow, steady, and deliberate, as if he’s savoring every second of this. 

I breathe in the familiar scent of him—the cologne I bought him years ago mixed with the faint musk of sweat from his workout earlier. I’m completely at ease with him, but the rush of excitement is undeniable. The vulnerability of sitting on the dryer, exposed and in his hands, heightens everything. 

“You’re so sexy when you let go like this,” he says, his voice barely a whisper against my ear. “I love how you trust me.”

I smile, leaning back to give him a better angle, letting my hands move to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. “I trust you more than anyone.”

His hands slide beneath my shirt again, but this time, there’s no teasing. He’s quick to undress me, his touch heated, urgent, and when my shirt is discarded on the floor, his hands travel to my waist, inching down my pants as I pull them off.

I can’t help but lean back, his hands grip my hips, pulling me closer as his lips press against mine. The kiss deepens almost instinctively, both of us hungry for the connection we’ve been missing. The sound of the dryer hums softly in the background, a low vibration that matches the pounding of my heart as I feel his body heat radiate against mine.

"God, you feel so good," Dave murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. His hands slid down to my thighs, lifting me just enough to press his body closer, his chest hard against mine.

I shiver, the feeling of him so overwhelming, so present. "I want you," I breathe, barely able to hold myself together. "Now."

His lips curve into a half-smile as he lifts me, sitting me on the edge of the dryer, our faces inches apart. He looks at me like I’m the only thing that matters at that moment. "I can’t get enough of you," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

I run my hands up his chest, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. "Then show me," I say, my voice low, a challenge in my words.

He doesn't waste any time. He pushes my legs apart, stepping between them, his hands gripping my waist as he slowly moves against me. "You’re perfect," he breathes, his voice strained. "I need to feel you."

I pull him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck, my lips finding him again. The kiss is desperate now, urgent, and I can feel the heat building between us. "Dave… I need you," I whisper, breaking the kiss for a second, my eyes locking with his.

His hands move to my hips, guiding me as I lift just enough to adjust myself. The sensation of him inside me makes me gasp, and his name slips past my lips before I can stop it. He groans in response, his hands gripping me tighter as he begins to move, slow at first, but building in intensity.

"You feel so fucking good," he mutters, his voice rough, his gaze never leaving mine. "So tight... so perfect for me."

I moan softly, my body starting to move with him. Every thrust makes me feel as if I'm floating in a sea of ecstasy. Every inch of him makes me feel alive, sending waves of heat through my veins. "Don’t stop," I beg, my hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as I urge him on.

He growls in response, his lips finding my neck as he quickens the pace. "I won’t," he says, his voice low and commanding. "I’m not stopping until you’re mine."

I tighten my grip on him, my body moving faster now, meeting every thrust, every movement. The pressure builds deep inside me, and I know I’m getting close. I can feel it in every part of me, the way my body responds to him, the way his breath is coming faster.

"Dave, I’m—" I gasp, my body trembling as the pleasure overwhelms me. I can’t hold back any longer. My muscles tighten around him as I let go, my orgasm washing over me in waves.

"Fuck," he groans, his movements faltering for a moment as he reaches his peak, his hands clutching me tightly, his body shaking with the force of it.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us breathing heavily, our foreheads pressed together. The moment feels timeless, even though the world outside is still there, still waiting for us.

 Finally, he pulls back slightly, his eyes dark with desire, lips curved into a mischievous grin. "I could do this with you forever," he murmurs, his voice a low, heated growl.

My breath catches in my throat, still reeling from the way he’s made me feel. I look up at him, a slow smile spreading across my face as I reach up to trace his jaw. "You better be ready to keep proving it," I reply, my voice a mix of teasing and need.

He leans in to kiss me one more time, soft and sweet now, as if to remind me that beyond the passion, there’s a deep love we share. Then, with a sigh, he pulls away, his fingers brushing my cheek. "We should probably check on those dino nuggets," he says with a playful grin.

I chuckle softly, shaking my head. "Right. Can’t let those burn."

As we make our way back down to the kitchen, I feel that familiar warmth in my chest, the kind that comes from knowing we’ve built something real—something that doesn’t just survive the chaos of everyday life but thrives in it.

[leasstories]

Dream girl

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

No trigger warning, reader is smaller than Eddie but no physical descrpition

WC: 1.1K

02.17.1988, Square Arena, Indianapolis

Today is the highlight of your month, your year even. This is finally the day of Dio, your favorite band ever, and Megadeth’s concert. You arrived early to check the merch stand. You found a beautiful Dio shirt, a Holy Diver one. Exactly the same design as the cover of the album. You are super hyped up and excited by this concert. You are also super grateful Duo had a show so close to your hometown.

Your tour of the merch stands over, you go into the venue. You stand right behind a guy with a mop of curly hair. He is wearing a jean vest with a beautiful Dio’s Last in Line patch on the back. You are a bit jealous of his jacket to be honest. You can see that the patch was homemade from a tee-shirt, and you are jealous not to be a hand-craft person. The light turns off and the concert starts. The guy with the Dio vest is a little taller than you, meaning you don’t really see the stage.

You ponder on what to do for a few minutes when you come up with the idea of asking him if ypi could pretend to know each other so you can be closer to the stage, and maybe see more of the show. It is currently Megadeth playing so you don’t mind not seeing and just listening but when it will be Dio’s turn, you want to be able to listen and see. That’s how, from its own accord your body starts moving towards the mop of curls. You tap on his shoulder.  The guy turns around and he looks breath taking. The first thing you notice about him are his big brown eyes. The guy is a perfect mix between Eddie Van Halen and Kirk Hammet. Translation? He is totally your type. You notice several pin’s from metal bands and he is wearing a Megadeth tee.

“Yeah?” he asks curious as to why you tapped on his shoulder.

“C-” you clear your throat. “Can I… um… can we pretend we are together? So I can have a better views of the stage?” you ask, unusually shy.

“Of course,” the man answers, taking your hand and pulling you right next to him.

“I’m Eddie.” He says, handing out his hand for you to shake. You shake his hand, giving him your own name in return. You have been a bit taken aback by his name as you just compared him to Eddie Van Halen in your mind, but you keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Metal fan?” you ask, wincing at your stupid question. Of course he is, you are at a metal concert and the guy wears his music taste on him.

“Yeah, you?” he asks kindly but a bit amused by the question.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, none of you is paying attention to Megadeth playing, too entranced in your new found companionship.

“It’s my first metal concert.” You confess to him.

“Then, I’ll be your guide in the metal concert world.” Eddie says in his Dungeon Master’s voice.

“You are quite the storyteller, I see.” You say flirtatiously.

“Eddie Munson, humble Dungeon Master of the Hellfire Club in Hawkins.” Eddie says, slightly bowing.

“A D&D club I presume?” you ask.

“You know D&D?” Eddie asks, baffled.

“I know it’s uncommon for girls, but I used to play before my party moved out for college.” You answer truthfully.

“You should come for one of my holiday one shot.” Eddie says excitedly.

“With pleasure.” You say, matching Eddie’s excitement.

Eddie and you both turn back to the stage, to watch the concert. Eddie admire your body swaying to the music. He can’t stop thinking about how you are his dream girl. He doesn’t believe one second that he will see you after tonight, so he is planning to enjoy your company tonight.

Then, when Dio comes to the stage, Eddie can see your face light up and finds it adorable. During the entirety of the concert, his eyes are fixated on you, screaming the words for each song.

At the end, Dio starts throwing their guitar picks at the crowd and Eddie instinctually picks you up to help you get one, which you do.

You are super excited about it and when Eddie puts you down, you turn to him and hand him the guitar pick.

“Keep it.” Eddie says, shaking his head.

“But you did all the work!” you say.

“I want you to keep it,” Eddie says with a smile. “So you’ll remember me.”

“How could I forget you.” You say sincerely.

While Eddie and you keep talking, the band leaves the stage and the crowd starts leaving. Everyone, except you and Eddie goes towards the exit. None of you want this night to be over. You want time to stop and you want to stay together for a little longer.

“Wanna go grab some food?” Eddie asks. “I saw a McDonald right next to the venue.”

“With pleasure. I’m starving.” You say, smiling.

Eddie and you leave the venue, the McDonald is full so Eddie suggest to take away and eat in the back of his van which you gladly accept. While you wait for your order, Eddie learns more about you and you learn that he is the lead guitarist and singer in a band. He tells you he plays in a dive bar in his town every Tuesday and you suggest that you should watch him play once.

“What?” Eddie asks. “You would drive all the way to Hawkins to watch little ol’ me play?” he asks, surprised.

“Of course Eddie. In case you haven’t noticed I really like you.” You say while taking the bags of food and walking towards Eddie’s van.

“I really like you too.” Eddie says while opening the back doors of his van. “Here give me the bags.” He says which you do.

You both sit in the back of the van and eat your food in comfortable silence. Once you’ve finished eating, you take a napkin and write your phone number on it.

“Call me.” You tell him with a smile.

“I will.” Eddie says nodding. “I really enjoyed spending time with you, and I want to do it again.”

“Me too.” You say smiling.

Here’s how Eddie and you met, two nerdy metalheads meeting at a Dio concert. Your dream is to meet Dio in order to thank them for giving you the opportunity to meet the love of your life. Here’s the story you will tell your children when they ask how mommy met daddy.

Taglist: @abellmunsonmovie

[mercurysnotes]

Mixtape | No One Like You

Eddie Munson x reader

★・・・・・・★

[confession] [seeing eddie at a show and you’re in the audience] [you are invited to his trailer cause his uncle was out] [play fighting] [he gives u a mixtape] [silly lil oneshot..with a small bonus] [if i missed a tag lemme know~] [not pre read]

[2.1k words]

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The bar smelled of old carpet and cigars that were smushed into the ground. Dim lights would only illuminate the stage as it bounced from the chairs and tables. Rummaging through my bag I pulled out my fake ID card praying they wouldn’t question it. Eddie walked towards the bouncer, placing his hand on their shoulder and said “They’re with me...” and gave me a quick wink. My face flushed as I lowered my head passing the bouncer who never let their eyes off me.

“Thanks...” I said to Eddie as he was now a bit further up with his back towards me.

“No problem. I gotta get ready now, see you after.” He said shooting corny fingers guns leaving as fast as he came. I weaved around the chairs to find table that was close enough to the stage but wasn’t so obviously close enough for him to notice me quickly. As the set began, the lights slightly dimmed for an even more dramatic start.

I could feel the beat of the drums through the chipped worn-out floorboards. The strums of the guitars flowing through my veins as I couldn’t help but slightly head bang along with Eddie. Corroded Coffin was playing a song from Megadeth, yet I couldn’t put my finger on the exact song.

Eddie and I have been friends for little over half a year. We met by him asking me to join his new DnD campaign. I didn’t know anything about stuff like that, I guess I was the type to look the part. Just wearing a different band t-shirt and jeans almost every day. Yet, something about it made Eddie come to me that day and ever since we’ve been inseparable.

Back on the set, I could see the way Eddie and his other band mate, Gareth, were shredding with all their might. The way the beads of sweat glistened down their faces as their passion continued to shine.

“You take a mortal man and put him in control.”

“And watch him a God, watch people’s head a roll.”

They sang as I couldn’t bring my eyes to tear away from Eddie when he grabbed the

microphone. A little after the song had concluded, Eddie and his bandmates would finish their act with a different song they haven’t performed yet. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. Since it felt as though it was such an exclusive moment to be shared with you and the other patrons of the bar.

After the finale song, Eddie was out back taking a quick smoke break as I decided to wait for him to get back. Seeing the other bandmates come out first I went to them to compliment them all on their performances.

               “Thanks for coming out!” Jeff says with a toothy smile as he looked around at the other members so they could agree. I said of course and asked if Eddie was going to come out soon. They just said that it shouldn’t be long. The rest of the band went to the bar, and I couldn’t help but sit at the same table I watched the show, softly doodling on a napkin with a spear pen I found in my jean jacket.

               “Hey there, sweetheart” Eddie said, and I quickly shot my head up with a large smile. “Oh, Eddie you were so good!!! And I don’t just say that cause you’re my friend.” I said with a smirk leaning and poking his chest. “Yeah yeah, I know, thanks for coming out. Seriously.” he said with his toothy grin and eyes morphing into being more sincere. All I did was teasingly humph and walk over to join his bandmates to grab a drink. Eddie couldn’t help but follow behind like a lost puppy.

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After a few drinks and a lot of laughs, the band decided it was best to call it a night. Luckily, they all managed to make it home safely and Eddie turned his head to me.

               “So..how you are getting home?” He asked with a slight tilt of his head making the lose crazy curls softly land on his face. “Well...I was probably just gonna walk home like how I got here...it’s not too far..” I started leaning back onto the bar counter taking in the calm energy.

“Why don’t you come and hang with me for a bit at my trailer..my uncles not home so it’s not too much of a burden..unless you don’t want to of course-” He said with a soft tone almost as if he was nervous I would reject his offer. “Sure.” I said so fast it cut off the end of his sentence. All he did was smile and get up to grab his things. I happily followed him and made my way to his van.

               A short drive after we made it to the trailer park that Eddie lived in and pulled into his driveway. I tried to get out before Eddie quickly yelled, ‘Nope don’t move’ and he made his way to my side of the van and dramatically opened the door saying ‘Malady’. I could only giggle in response with a medieval time accent ‘thank you kind sir’ taking his hand and stepping down.

               Eddie opened the door and throw his jean jacket on the couch and said, “Make yourself at home!” and continued to the kitchen to grab a beer.

“Is all you drink, beer?” I said with another teasing tone that hasn’t seemed to leave since I first saw him again after his gig. “Is all you do, being a nerd?” He said thinking that would affect me only making me hysterically laugh. “That couldn’t be even more ironic coming from you” I said between gasping for air between my chuckles. “Ha. Ha” Eddie said rolling his eyes taking his first sip.

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Some more time has passed leaving it to be around 12 in the morning. Not feeling tired I asked Eddie if he’d want to just watch a movie until we fell asleep. He agreed and plopped a movie in and grabbed blankets and pillows, throwing one to my head. “Oops” he said with a devilish grin, and I pouted grabbing the pillow throwing it back hitting him. “Oh, it’s so on!” I squealed and lunged at him with a spear pillow that he brough over. We continued to wrestle, hitting each other back and forth. I then grabbed a spear blanket trying to wrap him up with no use. Somehow as we were both panting from the lack of stopping, I found myself straddling him on the ground holding a pillow above my head ready to strike. As realization sets, I quickly got up apologizing.

               “Oh, jeez sorry didn’t mean to get so caught up in it...” I said slightly flushed hair now all messed up trying to brush it down with my hand, not making as much eye contact. Eddie only sat up from the ground propping himself with his hands and looked at me with starry eyes. “Nah, don’t apologize I started it...self-defense” he said with that stupid toothy grin again holding his hand up mimicking the scouts honor salute. I rolled my eyes and pulled my head back falling onto my back. I started to giggle as my hands went to cover my face. We were both still on the floor, me lying on my back and Eddie’s legs crossed watching my laugh. As I continued to laugh, Eddie seemingly got up and made his way to his room. I noticed and turned my head from the ground and watched him leave the room.

               “Where you goin’??” I shouted slightly so he heard from the other room. “I just remembered something!!” He replied with the same volume and finally made his way out with something in his hand. I finally propped myself up sitting cross-legged and watched Eddie sit back down the same manner. “So, uh...I just thought I’d give this to you now before I forgot again...” He said just plopping it in my hands with no second thought.

               “Think of it like an early…birthday gift.” He continued and fidgeted with his metal rings. “Oh..thank you Ed you really didn’t have too.” I said, looking up at him and taking his hand in mine. A moment passed of me holding his hand and I quickly took it back fearful of what he thought and began to examine the gift. It seemed to be a mixtape that said ‘Love’ and nothing else. I couldn’t help but tilt my head in confusion asking why the title said love.

Eddie bashfully looked around trying to find and answer scratching the back of his neck nervously. “How about I take you to my room to listen to it...I have a Walkman and headphones, I’ll let you listen in there...” He said almost frantically grabbing my wrist, dragging me to his room. As if in a quick secession, I was sitting alone on Eddie’s bed, with the said headphones and Walkman playing Eddie’s ‘Love’ mixtape. The first song that started to play was, “No One Like You” from Scorpions. Which was the first song Eddie introduced me to since I asked him if I were a song, what would it be.

That’s strange, why would this be the first song to a mixtape named Love for me, for my birthday.

“There’s no one like you, I can’t wait for the nights with you.”

“I imagine the things we do.”

“I just wanna be loved by you.”

I blinked. I continued to listen carefully, trying to understand and comprehend the lyrics as best I could. Does this mean what I think it means. I had to listen to the rest of the playlist. Was he showing me all the romantic rock songs cause he’d think I’d like it? So many thoughts were running through my head and before I could continue to spiral, Eddie opened the door to check in on me.                “So...what did you think...?” He said still fidgeting with his silver rings. I looked up to see him make his way to the bed, taking a seat. “I did like it...I’m just wondering why you added ‘No One Like You’ by the Scorpions knowing that I already have their song taped?” I said confused and Eddie just chuckles from the question.

“Why am I not surprised for how oblivious you are” he said holding his stomach with more of his giggles leaving his mouth. “Huh??” I questioned even more confused.

“Did you listen to the lyrics?” He said and I just nodded. “Well, hell, it’s how I feel about you, dork.” He said with an even larger toothy grin than he has ever had before. My body froze, blinking ever so slightly and my blood rushed towards my cheeks. Eddie only sat patiently and silently waiting for a response watching the way my eyes darted with thoughts and memories playing behind my eyes.

Finally looking up stars in my eyes and slow grin rising on my face. I lunged to Eddie, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, giving him a huge hug. I felt the way Eddies chest moved as he giggled from the contact, and I continued to lay on his chest with my arms tightly hanging on.

“Oh Eddie..I’ve felt the same way since you first spoke to me!” I whispered into his shoulder burring my face into his hair taking in his wooden cologne. His hands were lightly resting on each side of my waist.

He finally propped himself up making me somehow manage to find my way sitting on his thigh and continued to snuggle into his shoulder. “Is it...alright if I kissed you, sweetheart?” Eddie asked softly placing his calloused fingers on my chin, bring it up to make eye contact with him. “Yes...” I said leaning into his lips and our lips synced with one another.

Bonus:

               After the sweet confession, Eddie promised me on a date to go to the aquarium that was just a couple miles away since I’ve been begging to see it with someone. I couldn’t have been more ecstatic, and we went back to the living room to continue watching the movie as his large hands wrapped around my body snuggling in my soft body. Slowly after falling asleep together on the couch.

[yogurtverse]

Fuck it, the Homestuck kids and trolls with JJBA stand abilities

John Egbert: Jesus of Sburbia

Namesake: Green Day song

Jesus of Sburbia allows it's user to create a room around them, then disassemble any non living object into a currency. The stand can then rebuild anything it can either see or remember disassembling at the cost of said currency. It may also store objects inside it that the user might want to use later on.

Rose Lalonde: Nightwish

Namesake: Finnish metal band

Nightwish takes the form of a lovecraftian tentacle monster, and has the power to peer into the minds of it's opponents and scan for their worst fears. It can then shapeshift into the fears and cast grimdark illusions into the opponents mind.

Dave Strider: Deltron

Namesake: Rap Group

Deltron works differently than your average stand master relationship. Instead of the normal "Kill the stand kill the user." rule most stands apply to, if the stand or user is defeated, the remaining one will pull from another timeline (more likely to find doomed Daves anyway) and use their spirit to replace the stand. However, this weakens the user and stand until the merging process is complete.

Jade Harley: Sweet Trip

Namesake: Indie Rock band

Sweet Trip is a combat based stand that mostly focuses on guns. It has the secondary ability to set these guns to teleport objects by firing a bullet somewhere and then shooting a second target, in which case the shot target takes the place of the fired bullet.

Aradia Megido: Tornado of Souls

Namesake: Megadeth song

Tornado of Souls can put people in a sort of sleep paralyses, freezing an opponent in place. During this process, Tornado of Souls can implant memories of deceased people known to the victim and torment them.

Tavros Nitram: Rhapsody

Namesake: Power Metal band

Rhapsody is a rallying stand that allows it's user to enter talks with and recruit any creature to their cause, acting like a translator between the two.

Sollux Captor: Remain in Light

Namesake: Talking Heads album

Remain in Light is a two headed stand that allows it's user to pinpoint two objects to fall under the effects of RiL. Once they are, the stand can both produce powerful beams as well as transfer any feeling from one target to the other. (For example, if Sollux was to punch someone under RiL, the impact of the punch could transfer to the other person, having them feel the impact)

Karkat Vantas: Death Grips

Namesake: Experimental hip-hop group

Death Grips is probably the weakest stand in terms of pure combat potential in the session. However, it's main ability lies in it's ability to infiltrate electronic systems and destroy them, no matter how complex. If a device is turned off while Death Grips is still inside, it will go haywire and destroy the machine beyond repair. If Death Grips is inside a shut down machine for too long, it will start to lose power and die.

Nepeta Leijon: 100 Gecs

Namesake: Hyperpop duo

100 Gecs is a colony stand made up of 100 small catlike creatures. They can be controlled by Nepeta for either attacks with their claws or using them to cover herself or allies for defensive purposes.

Kanaya Maryam: Black Halo

Namesake: Kamelot album

Black Halo allows it's user to remove the light from anything it comes across, storing the light to either illuminate areas or blind others. When a lot of light is collected, BH can fire it in concentrated beams or throw it as a shield

Terezi Pyrope: Follow the Leader

Namesake: Korn album

Follow the Leader forces it's user to follow their own moral code, whatever that may be. If the victim is forced to break their moral code through things like peers and circumstances beyond their control, FtL slowly begins to hurt the victim. If they reject their own morals too much, the pain will kill them.

Vriska Serket: Mind Fuzz

Namesake: King Gizzard and the Wizard Lizard album

Mind Fuzz takes the form of a spidery woman with eight legs. Once one of these legs touches a victim they become temporarily mind controlled and forced to enact Vriska's bidding. Vriska can also shake it's limbs and it will randomly point a leg upwards or downwards. If all eight point upwards (surprisingly more likely than you'd think) Vriska can make a wish to alter the area around her.

Equius Zahark: Powerslave

Namesake: Iron Maiden album

Powerslave allows it's user to drain the strength from their opponent and add it to the stand, while the stand can transfer the gathered strength to either Equius or others around him.

Gamzee Makara: Atrocity Exhibition

Namesake: Danny Brown album

Actrocity Exhibition is a combat stand that can also produce an extremely high frequency noise that drives people into a manic state as well as heightening their senses. The user is not immune from this, often adding to the mania.

Eridan Empora: Headmaster Ritual

Namesake: The Smiths song

Headmaster Ritual works as a science powered stand with full access to the periodic table, being able to change any two elements. This runs the risk of creating extremely volatile changes, so using the stands secondary ability of channeling the elements into objects such as wands or guns is all but nessesary to avoid harm to the user.

Feferi Peixes: Queen of the Stone Age

Namesake: Metal band

Queen of the Stone Age is a wearable stand dedicated to helping the ruler survive any sort of pressure and move along any sort of surface, be it from lava, water, space, etc. Feferi can also extend the stand to anyone she's physically touching.

[xo-myloves]

hii! can i request Nick Menza (if you write for him) and if not then Dave Mustaine and reader just getting together before a tour and he takes her with? the rest of the Band all pine after her "as a joke" (but not really) and it gets him quite upset.

So she tries her best to reassure him and all and they have their first time together n stuff? I totally didn't get this idea from the megadeth vault videos on youtube and that one part where Dave teases Nick about his girlfriend lol

Thank u so much & take care of yourself <3

I don’t know much about nick im so sorry!! So I will do Dave just so it’s easier for me to write, but I’ll look more into him for the next time, im doing a bunch of writing right now so I hope Dave is okay!

(I am doing my fav era of Dave tho…)

𝕊𝕌𝕄𝕄𝔸ℝ𝕐: 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖—𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍: 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

Dave and I got together right before “countdown to extinction” tour, I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend, he took such good care of me, he couldn’t be any better, he treated me with love and care.

There is one thing though…

They band wasn’t found of me, they loved making fun of me, they were dicks, let me be serious, they always made fun of me, and fucking Dave thought it would be a great idea to bring me on tour, which I wasn’t mad but wasn’t the biggest fan of this little idea..

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“Alright, break time fuckers,” Dave announced, his piercing blue eyes locking with yours for a second longer than necessary. That was all it took to set the others off.

“Oh, don’t mind us, Davey,” Marty teased, sliding his guitar strap off and flashing a mischievous grin. “We’ll give you two some privacy. Or should we just all watch?”

Nick snickered, though there was a knowing edge to it. “Didn’t think you were the sharing type, Mustaine. But hey, if you’re feeling generous…”

Your face heated up as you laughed nervously, brushing it off like they were joking. But the truth was, you felt Dave’s tension rising. He wasn’t the type to let others take cheap shots without firing back, and this was no different. His jaw clenched as he crossed his arms, glaring at Nick, who was grinning like he’d won a prize.

“Knock it off,” Dave snapped. “You guys have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure, sure,” Nick drawled, leaning back on his stool. “Just saying, if you get tired of her, I’ll take real good care of her for you.”

Dave’s hand curled into a fist, and you could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. You stepped in quickly, placing a hand on his arm. “Hey, it’s fine,” you said softly, trying to soothe him. “They’re just dicks.”

Dave huffed, clearly unimpressed. “They don’t know when to quit.”

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Later that night, as the bus rolled down the highway, you found Dave sitting in the back lounge, a bottle of whiskey at his side and a scowl still lingering on his face. He glanced up when you entered, his features softening just slightly.

“Can’t let it go, huh?” you asked, sitting beside him.

“They’re pricks,” he muttered, taking a swig from the bottle. “But it’s not them I’m pissed at. It’s me. I brought you here, and now they’re acting like vultures. You deserve better than that.”

You placed a hand on his cheek, tilting his face toward you. “Dave, I don’t care what they say. I’m here for you. Not Nick, not Marty, not anyone else. Just you.”

His eyes searched yours, and for once, the sharp-edged rock star facade melted away. “I don’t want to lose you,” he admitted quietly.

“You won’t,” you promised, leaning in until your lips brushed his. The kiss was slow and sweet at first, but it quickly deepened, all the tension and insecurity from the day dissolving in the heat between you.

This made Dave’s muscles relax and his body going into mine. His head going to your shoulder, him letting out a sigh, his hand finding your thigh, and the other letting go on the jack, and bringing it to your face, his lips meeting yours, getting lost in the kiss.

His lips tasting like whiskey and mint, I loved it, he is such a sweetheart.