#megadeth one shot

[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.

[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.”😚

[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.”

[mustainegf]

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

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

THANK YOU I LOVE YOU SOSOSOSOSO MUCH MARRY ME PLS

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dave Mustaine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smirked at him, my eyes flashing with challenge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Enemies in Public, Lovers in Private?"

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

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

[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

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[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~]

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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.

✧.*

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.

✧.*

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.

[mega-pixie-dream-girl]

Snowed In - Part I

1996

Pairing: Dave Mustaine x f!reader

Summary: When a festival gets canceled for inclement weather, Y/n–the young guitarist from an up and coming band selected to tour with Megadeth–is stuck at a vacation rental. Her bandmates get stuck in town and Dave comes back just in time to get snowed in together with her. Dave doesn't mind showing her a few tips and tricks on the guitar, but there is another tune a-hum between them.

𝓦𝓐𝓡𝓝𝓘𝓝𝓖𝓢: power dynamic/mentorship, Dd/lg, age gap, size

read Part II here

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It started innocuously enough. When Dave first reached out to my band inviting us to tour with Megadeth on their upcoming tour, I was beside myself–it was the dream: to go on tour with such a successful rock band as their opener. I figured we wouldn't be spending much time with the big shots, but once we were on the road Dave actually spent time with us–chatting, jamming, sharing meals at backstage catering. He had advice for us. He took a liking to us–he took a liking... to me.

Now I stood by the window, watching the snow out in the field. We had the rare break in the tour schedule and this vacation rental was the perfect place to rest for a few days when one of the festivals got canceled due to the report of a possible blizzard–how could such a light dusting of flurries take down a major concert? "Inclement weather"... it seemed silly. But my thoughts drifted to Dave's warm smile, melting the stiffness of disappointment that had been filling my chest. 

Hopefully the Megadeth guys would be here soon, returning from any PR obligations and from jetting away for a few days. My bandmates had gone to town to get groceries and it was my job to get the fire started in the hearth. In my heart, I wish time would burn up like the fiery logs, until Dave would arrive. I thought of the promo photoshoot we did before the tour, his biceps playfully wrapped around my small frame and how I fit right under his chin, framed by his apricot hair–he was a lot more experienced at posing for the camera than me and knew exactly where to put his hands. I can still smell the cologne he wore that day–my body warmed to the thoughts I play over in my head night after night, my heart a skipping record, hearing that first nonchalant utterance of "sweetheart" on his tongue. I wonder, had I fallen right into his knowing checkmate in this game he must have played so many times before?

At first, our practice sessions were purely musical–honing my skills on the fretboard and learning the intricacies of his compositions. But gradually, other elements crept into our exchanges. The warmth of his fingertips tracing delicate patterns along my exposed flesh, sending shivers down my spine. His voice, low rumbling whispers in my ear, making my heart race faster than any riff. 

I knew I was playing with fire–every compounding moment when I sent him one more burning doe-eyed gaze, every rehearsal I showed up effortlessly braless bouncing breathless, every playful tilt of my head onto his shoulder. This man held my dreams of 'making it' in his callused palms, but after years of staying on the straight and narrow path, putting everything into my music, I let myself be intoxicated by his nearness whenever I could steal the moment.

The familiar crackling of the gravel driveway broke through the quiet snow-dampened stillness, followed by the creaking of the front door. I felt the frigid outdoor air draft through the old farmhouse, tickling my neck, my breath puffing a small fog in front of me. 

"Daddy's home!" called out the familiar snarky voice, "Heeey-llo?"

"Dave? In the living room!" I called back.

Dave kicked off his boots, hung his stiff leather jacket on the stair railing, and walked up behind me. "The guys left you all alone?" he purred with a smirk. "Do they expect little you to shovel all this snow by yourself?" 

"It's not that bad." I shrug.

"Well, we're not in Cali anymore. It's going to get much worse tonight. I hate driving on these icy roads, so I decided to beat the storm," Dave said, "...and I wanted to make sure my Cali girl has everything she needs here." 

Dave encircled me with his chiseled arms from behind, holding out a box of graham crackers in one hand and a bag of marshmallows and cacao powder in the other. I couldn't help but breathe in, lifting my chest closer to his offerings of s'mores and hot cocoa supplies, grazing his arms. 

I lift my chin to look up at him, "In the mood for something sweet?" I ask.

"Mmmm… you could say that…" His voice was deep, almost hungry sounding. "So where are your ‘mates anyway?" 

"Went to town to pick stuff up."

"They better hurry or they may be spending the night at town hall until the roads are clear…" Dave looks at his watch, furrowing his brow. "It may just be you and me tonight," he smirks, his hazel eyes penetrating me. He leaned over to the little radio on the mantle and turned it on.

"18:00 2 INCHES. 20:00 5 INCHES. BEEP BEEP BEEP MONROE COUNTY: 18:00 2.5 INCHES. 20:00: 7 INCHES…"

I turned around in his loose embrace, "Maybe you can show me the fingering for the chords in Sweating Bullets?"

Dave smirked down at me, recognizing my desire for his attention. Biting my lip, I gently shifted closer to him. He put the groceries aside and wrapped his arms around me tighter, giving me a slight squeeze, his muscles flexing. He put a finger under my chin and tipped it up so that my eyes were forced up to his sultry gaze.

"You want me to show you the fingering, sweetheart?"

I blushed, gazing back at him, his lips slightly curled but otherwise poker faced. Typical Dave.  His eyes were like nets for my quickening breath. 

Dave chuckled with a smirk. He looked down at me, admiring my flustered cheeks. He slowly dropped one hand to my hip and pulled me closer, holding me against his strong, worked out body.

"Don't be shy now... You asked for some help with the chords and you'll get it. But I have a few conditions–" The lights flickered and then the room was darkness. 

Dave looked around the dim room, the only light now coming from the soft glow of the fireplace. "Fuck..."

The sudden fading of the room around us felt like floating in a sensory deprivation chamber, every rise and fall of his breath against me sending shivers down my spine in the absence of our surroundings.

"Looks like it's nothing but the two of us for a while, sweetheart. Hope you're prepared to spend a long time in the dark with me. It'll give me plenty of time to show you the… chords."

"BEEP BEEP BEEP REPORTS OF POWER OUTAGES IN MONROE…"

Dave was absolutely enjoying the effect the darkness had on me. He always saw right through my best efforts at rock n roll toughness–I was so easily flustered, and being in the dark was definitely exacerbating it. I could hear my own nervousness and excitement in my little breaths and undoubtedly he could hear it too.

"Come on…" He leaned into my ear with a whisper, giving my hips a squeeze. He put his lips against the side of my neck, just barely touching the skin. The vibration of his words against my throat awakening my heat. "Let's sit on the couch over there and get comfortable. You still want to learn the chords don't you?"

Dave grabbed a guitar and carried it over to the couch. He could see the way I stumbled around in the darkened room, bumping into chairs and things as my feet tried to feel their way. He gently placed a hand in front of me and guided me over to the couch.

"Watch your step, sweetheart. You're all over the place…" He teased in a soft tone, still enjoying how the darkness had me flustered. As we got to the couch he laid the guitar against the edge of the couch and sat down, stretching his arms out and pulling me close to him, situating me between his legs and wrapping an arm around my waist. I could feel his smirk in the air, but in the cold room he was warmth. 

"There we go." He said, his lips tickling my ear. "Much better." He slowly traced the tip of my inner thigh, his touch feather-like, before putting the guitar across my lap.

I tried to regain my cool. "Oh, so the secret to Dave Mustaine's playing is having an extra pair of hands?"

"You've figured it out, sweetheart. That's my big secret. I just need a pretty, little thing to have on my lap while I play..."

"For warmer tone, of course..." I replied slyly.

He pulled me tightly against his lap, his hands snaking under my shirt and pulling up at the hem until the heat from his chest radiated against my bare back.

"Very observant, sweetheart. You're picking up on things fast. Seems like someone is ready for a more… advanced lesson." He whispered in my ear.

Dave gently reached out and put his hands over mine, situating them into the correct position for the chords. His large, muscular, and callused hands held my own small, lithe (albeit callused) hands. He curled his lips, noticing how the size difference made me look so small compared to him.

"There we are. Now try it, sweetheart." He said, keeping his hands over mine, his lips brushing against my ear. His chest lightly grazed my back as he spoke, the faint scent of cigarettes and ambrette filling my nostrils.

Dave smiled, watching me play. He couldn't help but admire how my body moved and how I concentrated on the chords while his muscular frame was pressed against me from behind. I struggled to focus on the music with the electric feel of his hand on top of mine, his arm around my waist, and his warm breath against my neck. His every touch made my skin tingle.

"That's it… keep going… mmm, you're doing great sweetheart…"

I could feel Dave's steady gaze. I loved getting to show off in my element, passionate and focused and skilled; He slowly moved his hands away from mine, allowing me to play on my own while his arms curled around me, keeping me pulled against his chest.

"'Atta girl. You know what you're doing, sweetheart. That's right. Like that." He muttered into my ear, nuzzling the side of my neck as I played, his nose and lips setting my skin alight while his wavy hair fell around me, perching on my bare chest. I couldn't help but gasp lightly at his tender sensuality, giving me the kind of attention I craved from him.

"Mmmm… don't tense up now… keep your hands relaxed." He teased as my body reacted to his grazing hands. I felt him lightly nip at my earlobe before speaking again, his tongue just barely flicking against my ear.

"Keep going, sweetheart. You're doing so well. Let's try it a little faster." 

I picked up the tempo. He shifted his arms tighter around me, my back against his chest with no space in between, the sturdiness of his muscular torso scaffolding his embrace. I could feel his body already responding in his jeans and couldn't help but shift into him every time I changed chords.

"BLACK ICE DANGERS! GAS PUMPS OUT OF SERVICE IN THE FOLLOWING COUNTIES…"

"m'uugh just like that, sweetheart. Keep going…" He whispered, his hot lips brushing against the side of my neck as his hands crept along my body, tracing every contour.

"You like it when I touch you like this, don't you?" He whispered.

"m'Dave. Show me something harder." I whine.

"Something harder? I think I can work with that." He chuckled, pausing for a moment before continuing. "Why don't you put down the guitar, sweetheart?"

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submission for @mustainegf contest #1

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, physical intimacy, a bit of dirty talking and I think that's all.

The bar pulsed with life, the bass reverberating through my body as I stepped onto the stage. Under the blinding lights, I let the music wash over me, every movement deliberate and intoxicating. I was used to the attention, but tonight felt different. My eyes landed on him—leaning casually at the bar, with tousled blonde-red hair and striking brown eyes. His gaze held a smoldering mix of curiosity and desire, pulling me in.

As the last notes of the song faded, I flashed him a sultry smile, a silent invitation that had him following me off the stage, a hungry look in his eyes. The moment we locked gazes, I could feel the electricity crackling between us, and I knew he was drawn in by the allure of the unknown.

“Hey,” he said, his voice low and edged with excitement. “You were incredible.”

“Thanks,” I replied, my lips curving into a playful grin. “But if you want the real show, you’ll have to come backstage.”

His eyes widened in surprise, but he nodded, clearly intrigued. I led him through the curtain that separated the stage from the dressing room, my heart racing at the thrill of the moment. The small space was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of perfume and sweat. A couple of couches lined the walls, creating an intimate setting that felt charged with possibility.

“Welcome to my world,” I teased, turning to face him, my pulse quickening as I took in his handsome features. “What do you think?”

“It’s better than I imagined,” he admitted, stepping closer, his gaze devouring me.

“Are you ready for a taste of something wild?” I asked, my voice dripping with invitation.

“Definitely,” he replied, breathless and eager.

With a playful grin, I turned my back to him and began to move my hips, the rhythm of the music echoing in my mind. I could feel his gaze on me, heat radiating from his body. I glanced over my shoulder, locking eyes with him, the intensity in his brown eyes making me pulse with excitement.

“Do you like what you see?” I teased, my voice sultry and inviting.

“More than you know,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

I knelt down, the cool floor grounding me as I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. “Just relax and let me take care of you,” I whispered, my breath warm against his skin.

With every movement, I felt the tension between us intensify. I rolled my hips slowly, teasingly, my body gliding against him as I climbed onto his lap. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the need simmering just beneath the surface.

“Wow, you’re mesmerizing,” he breathed, his hands instinctively finding their way to my waist.

“Thank you,” I purred, relishing the power I held. “But let’s make this unforgettable.”

As I pressed my body against his, I could feel his breath hitch. I leaned in closer, letting my hair cascade over my shoulder, hiding the wicked smile on my lips. “What do you really want?” I whispered, my voice a soft challenge.

He met my gaze, his eyes dark with desire. “I want you to show me everything.”

I grinned, exhilarated by his eagerness. “You’re in for a ride, then. But first, what’s your name?”

“Dave,” he replied, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Nice to meet you, Dave,” I said, savoring the taste of his name. “And you are?”

“Don’t think I caught your name either,” he admitted, his voice teasing.

“Y/n,” I replied, savoring the sound of it as I stepped back to dance.

I began to move again, my movements becoming more provocative, my body sliding against his in ways that made the heat between us almost unbearable. I teased him with every roll of my hips, my hands gliding over my own body, inviting him into this wild dance.

“Tell me how much you want this,” I commanded softly, leaning close enough for him to feel the heat of my breath on his neck.

“More than anything,” he replied, his voice raw with need.

I leaned back, locking eyes with him as I moved. Our faces were mere inches apart, and I could see the restraint in his eyes begin to crumble. I pushed my body into him, the pressure building, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. I leaned in closer, whispering in his ear, “You’re going to remember this night.”

As I continued to grind against him, I could feel him succumbing to the rhythm of the moment, the urgency palpable. I relished the power I held, the way I could make him crave me with every teasing movement.

“Y/n…” he breathed, his voice a mixture of desperation and longing.

“Just let go,” I whispered back, my lips brushing against his ear, igniting the fire within him.

As the music crescendoed, I leaned back, my body still pressed against him, and let the final notes wash over us. “So, what do you think?” I asked, my breath coming in quick bursts.

“Unforgettable,” he said, his gaze heavy with longing.

With a playful smile, I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, letting my lips linger for a moment. “Come back another time,” I said, my voice teasing but sincere.

“Ohh, don’t worry, I will,” he replied, his fingers brushing lightly against my cheek, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down my spine.

With one last lingering look, I slipped out from the dressing room, leaving him breathless and craving more, the night still young and full of promise.

[rosiebeetle]

A night at the carnival, one shot idea from @c0zmo-writes will be posting to ao3 when it's back up!

The car slowly stopped in the grassy field right at the gates entrance of the fair.

“Are you three absolutely sure nobody will suspect anything?” Chuck's gruff voice looked right into the mirror back at the demon and the two ghosts in the back seat.

“Are you really doubting me and scarecrows abilities here chucky? Ain't nobody gonna suspect we're dead” Lydia and Beetlejuice spent hours making the maitlands look as human as they possibly could. With a little help of beetlejuice's magic it worked!

Barbara had her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail wearing short overalls with a rainbow bright t shirt underneath. Her head wound looked like it was just a scar with a little bit of beetle juice.

Adam had his hair more “messy” than he enjoyed. Instead of hair sprayed to all hell it was fluffy and flowy due to Lydia and beetlejuices nagging. His outfit was as “sloppy” as he could handle. A t-shirt tucked into his dark blue jeans and a pair of vans Beetlejuice “borrowed” from the mall.

Beetlejuice looked clean for once. His sickly pale was now more brown and healthy looking, bright yellow eyes now a more calmed down amber. His horrid suit was replaced with a megadeth shirt with holes in the collar, a pair of black and white tripp pants and some spiked bracelets. Oh and don't forget the spiked pitbull collar he totally didn't steal from the neighbors pitty that 100% didn't have fleas. His hair was still that green monstrosity but more curled due to millions of years of grime and grease no longer on it.

Compared to his partners he looked the polar opposite.. Lydia on the other hand looked like his little twin. The same t-shirt, same bracelets but of course with a pair of ripped black shorts and her signature spider web tights.

“No I'm just- never mind. Lydia you remember you call Mr juice if you need anything?” Charles turned to his daughter and got a fast nod in response. “Mr juice, do you remember how to use a cell phone correct?”

“Yes yes I remember hurry up and unlock the door chuck!” He let out an over dramatic sigh as he reached over Adam and started pulling at the door handle. Charles rolled his eyes and clicked the unlock button.

Without much warning Beetlejuice climbed over Adam with a big grin on his face but soon it wiped away from him falling face first into the dirt causing Lydia to let out a cackle.

He quickly got up and wiped the dirt and rocks from his mouth trying to spit out as much as he can. He'd eat dirt anytime but not dirt that people have been doing god knows what on all night.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” Barbara's voice was soft as honey, putting a hand on his chest and shoulder. No matter the amount of attention he ever got from the maitlands they never failed to make his dead cold heart want to explode out of his chest.

“Ew your hairs all pink and shit” Lydia rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him. “Language” Barbara Adam and Charles said in unison causing the teen to roll her eyes again.

“I'm going to put nair into your shampoo, “ he threatened. Of course he never would though. With a quick flip of the bird Lydia was off to go find her friends.

“Please Beetlejuice, make sure she's safe tonight” Charles' voice was quieter, more serious.

Beetlejuice gave a small salute with a big grin on his face. “Nobody's gonna hurt lyds chuck, if they do their hands are gonna get bit off” he chomped his teeth before grabbing the maitlands hands and running into the fair with them.

Charles let out a soft sigh and smile as the 4 walked in. “She'll be ok” he reassured himself and drove back home.

“Adam I will literally shower for a WEEK straight if you get on this ride with me” Beetlejuice pleaded, shaking Adam by the shoulders.

“You're suggesting the worst ride out of this entire fair! I am not going on that monstrosity of a ride!” He huffed and pushed beetlejuice's hands off his shoulders.

The ride Beetlejuice had been hinting at was called the zipper. One of the most dangerous rides a fair can legally get.

“Oh come on A-Dog look that attendent is a perfectly capable adult looking person! And besides, it's not like!-” Barbara put a finger to his lips shushing him since he was being loud. “It's not like you can die” he said quieter to calm Barbara down.

“Beetlejuice, that's a fourteen year old boy, I've seen him when we go to pick Lydia up sometimes and he's not even paying attention, he's vaping in the booth.” Adams' eyes narrowed at Beetlejuice.

“Ok yeah he has flaws but adammm” he whined moving his hands to Adams waist. “Please! I'll brush I'll scrub I'll eat ‘healthy’ shit just go on this with me!” He gently shook Adam again.

A light blush dusted across Adams face and he let out a sigh. “Fine- but if this ride breaks while we are all on it you're doing the full self care works for a MONTH” he looked Beetlejuice dead in the eyes.

“DEAL LET'S GO” Beetlejuice jumped a few times before grabbing their hand and pulling them to the line.

“I think I change my mind i can't i-” Adam immediately regretted his decision as soon as he realized the seat belt was just a chain that went across their bodies and that they hand to stand

“We'll be fine!” Beetlejuice grinned at him and held his hand a bit tighter.

Adam tensed as he heard gears whirring and he wrapped himself around beetlejuice's forearm Barbara giggling at the sight.

Soon the three were being tossed around, Beetlejuice's maniacal laughter rang through the fair, he was pretty sure Lydia could hear it too, wherever the hell she was. Barbara was laughing her own ass off as Adam just yelled about how hard he's going to force Beetlejuice to scrub his teeth as they started to float around in the small metal basket and hit the ceiling and walls.

After about 5 minutes of pure hell to Adam due to some of the teenagers demanding a longer ride it was finally over. Barbara and Beetlejuice stepped out looking perfectly fine but Adam stumbled out looking like he just had a one night stand. Glasses askew, his hair messed up and parted wrong, shirt untucked and he was dizzy to all hell.

“Your- your going to scrub your teeth for 5 minutes and use shampoo- oh dear” he fell into Beetlejuice trying to get his body to work again after being rough housed by an evil carnival ride.

Beetlejuice laughed and picked Adam up bridal style so he didn't have to walk, snapping his fingers and he looked fine again. “Anything you want sexy, thanks” he pressed a kiss to Adam's cheek.

“Oh can we get some food? I've always wanted to try those giant turkey legs!” Barbara smiled and hooked her arm around beetlejuices, already pulling him towards the mass amount of food trucks before he even agreed.

“Oh hell yeah babs!” He flashed her a toothy grin before letting her pull him to the food trucks.

After way too many fried Oreos, funnel cakes and an absolute mess of deep fried monstrosities, tacos, potatoes and a turkey leg they finished.

Beetlejuice let out a loud burp making Adam and barbs face cringe. “Holy shit I forgot how those made my stomach feel”

“Maybe you shouldn't have ate 5 of almost everything bug” Barbara said after swallowing the last bite of her taco. She didn't have as much as Beetlejuice, she had her turkey leg, three tacos and a banana split.

“6 baskets of deep fried Oreos probably wasn't the best decision” Adam agreed as he crunched on his ice cream cone. He only had a taco, a baked potato and his ice cream cone.

“Six baskets of Oreos probably wasn't the best decision” he mocked in a baby voice. “This stomach is a bottomless pit made of iron. I'll be fine it's jus some gas” he grabbed his root beer can and chugged it down before tossing it into the trash can near the table.

“Well now we're gonna have to wait a bit to get on another ride-” Barbara spoke and Adam smiled, the longer he didn't have to go on a ride the better.

“Hell no!” Beetlejuice shot up and slammed his hands onto the table. “I'll be fine! Now c'mon that spinny thing is calling my name-” he pulled Adam and Barbara from their seats and began to walk them over to this giant disc looking ride that spun called the ufo.

After a minute and 30 seconds of spinning him and Barbara stumbled out, Adam who insisted on sitting this ride out already had a plastic bag at the ready.

(EMETOPHOBIA)

“Holy fuck Adam you should have-” he gagged and quickly snatched the bag from Adams hands, puking into it.

Adam groaned as he heard the noise and looked away. Beetlejuice wiped his mouth and

(YOUR GOOD NOW!!)

Vanished the bag away.

“Ok, no more rides for you-” Barbara said in a worried tone.

Beetlejuice shook his body like a dog to get him back to full energy. “No, I'm fine! Just a few more rides babes-”

“Absolutely not, I don't need you doing that all night” Barbara sounded more stern as he stared into his eyes. The tips of beetlejuice's hair slowly grew pink.

“Fine” he said in a quieter tone as he cleared his throat and tried to calm himself down a bit. “There are plenty of games we can do” and like that his big cocky grin was back, dragging his partners to the games.

After easily winning (beetlejuice cheated every time) carney games Barbara and Adam had some smaller stuffed animals in their hands as they walked around.

Barbara was more behind the boys not paying attention until her eyes landed on a giant 7ft green and blue penguin. She gasped and stopped dead in her tracks, dropping her smaller stuffed animals as she looked at the thing in aw. “BEETLEJUICE” she yelled like she was getting murdered.

The boys had walked a bit ahead not noticing how far they had gone from barb, beetlejuice hearing his name being screamed he immediately went into fight mode, rounded fingernails turning into sharp claws and normal looking teeth turning into jagged spikes. He appeared next to Barbara glancing around.

“What? What happened, who where?” He asked quickly, wrapping an arm around her waist as Adam ran back to the two.

“That!” She pointed at the penguin with a bright grin.

“That?” Beetlejuice said in a confused tone, realizing there was no danger the claws and the sharp teeth vanished. “You screamed bloody murder because of that?” He was met with a nod.

He softly smiled at how happy she seemed to be just by looking at the penguin. “I'll get you it, gimme a minute babes” he pressed a kiss to her cheek and walked to the stand.

“Barbara what happened you ok?” He said a bit frantically.

“Yes yes I'm fine! Beetlejuice is winning me a penguin!” She smiled ear to ear and pointed at the giant stuffed animal.

“Barbara you really can't be screaming like that for a-” “WHAT THE FUCK?” Beetlejuice growled out.

Adam looked over and saw the roots of his hair slowly go red. It was just a simple game, throw a basketball through the hoop 4 times and you get a giant stuffie.

“This shits ridged!” “Listen man if you're just shit at the game you don't gotta complain about it.” “Your stupid fucking-” Beetlejuice paused at a hand being placed on his shoulder.

“Beetle it's fine I don't need the penguin-” it was Barbara, she looked a bit upset but her smile was still there. “I can probably get one off Amazon”

“Yeah but you want this penguin so-” he was cut off. “It's fine bug.. Really, let's just go get in line for the Ferris wheel before it gets too long.”

“Yeah man listen to your girl” the carney said with a yawn. He growled and shot a glare at the teenage boy before getting an idea, his angry expression softening. “Yeah fine- I'm gonna try one more time you guys go ahead.”

“Don't do anything stupid ok?” She pressed a kiss to his forehead, the red in his hair being replaced by a soft pink. “Wouldn't dream of it,” he smiled.

Once Barbara and Adam were out of sight he glanced around, nobody was really paying attention. He hopped over the stand and grabbed the worker by the shirt. “Listen you little shit your going to give me that fucking penguin or I'm going to give you nightmares so bad they are going to put you in a asylum.” He growled out, letting his voice distort and his human facade melt away on his face, cat-like eyes piercing into the humans.

The carney quickly nodded and beetlejuice let go of him, the worker scrambled to his feet and pulled the giant penguin off the hook. By the time the carney went to hand it back to beetlejuice he looked completely normal. “Thanks jackass!” He grinned and snapped his fingers. The hoops that had been pressed to ovals were now perfectly round and easy for people to win.

“I wonder what's taking him so long” Barbara thrummed her fingers against the metal gate that was forcing everyone into a line. “Maybe he got lost I can go-” Adam cut himself off at the sight of a giant penguin running towards them.

Beetlejuice lifted it over his head. “BARBIE DOLL! “ he yelled to get barbs ' attention. She gasped and let out a squeal at the sight. Beetlejuice in a surprisingly polite manner made his way to the front of the Ferris wheel line to them and handed barb the penguin. “Oh my god he's perfect!” She said with a big grin. The thing was huge, she couldn't even wrap her arms around it.

They had to leave their items near the front of the line since of how small the cart was unfortunately but they were all on the classic carnival ride now. It was a bit cramped but beetlejuice didn't mind at all. The maitlands pressed up against him. They were both still deathly cold but he swore he could feel some form of heat rubbing off on him.

“Thank you” Barbara said quietly as the cart slowly made its way to the top.

“For what?” beetlejuice pulled his arms out from between the maitlands and wrapped each arm around their shoulders, holding them tight, Adam a bit tighter because he could basically feel how nervous he was.

“For suggesting this, in all our years of living in winter river this is only the second time we ever went to this fair.” Beetlejuice was a bit confused on this, he would have thought they would jump on having a cheesy cliche carnival date every time they got the chance to but then again Adam was terrified of almost ever ride they had put him on even the kiddy rides.

“Well, you're welcome from saving you from having the most boring Friday night of your lives,” he smiled at both of them.

“It's kinda impossible to have a boring day with you here” Adam finally spoke, he didn't seem as afraid anymore once they reached the top. Adam's head rested on beetlejuice's shoulder and his left hand held the hand on his own shoulder, Barbara doing the same. The maitlands hands went to his lap so they could hold each other's hands.

Fuck if beetlejuice was alive his heart would have probably exploded. His hair was so neon pink it practically glowed in the night. He kept his gaze forward, looking down at the carnival's lights as the Ferris wheel came to a stop as they were atop.

“I love you guys” he blurted out. “I love you to beej” “I love you to bug” Barbara and Adam spoke softly.

God he never wanted this moment to end. With a little bit of demon magic the carnival ride of so tragically suddenly didn't want to keep working so it was going to be stuck in this position for a good 20 minutes now. The people in line would be waiting for a while but he didn't give a shit. He was there in a perfect moment with two of the most perfect newlydeads in the world.

[haywire-hetfield]

HAII, do you take fic req?? if you do, could you please write dave x kirk having rough sex with kirk top.. LIKE, KSKSKSKSHSKSJ YOU KNOWW?? dave bottom and kirk top is just GAHHDBDK (it can be hatesex too🤭)

Sure thing!

Warnings: Drunk sex, top Kirk, bottom Dave, rough sex, rimming, dirty talk, degradation, painful sex, spanking, barebacking, creampie, coming untouched, multiple orgasms

Words: 3,240

Dave rolled his eyes as yet another cocktail was sat down in front of him. He didn’t have to look over to know who had sent him the drink. Kirk fucking Hammett of all people had sent him four drinks now, all of them a pale pink with a lime slice on the rim of the glass. The first couple times he’d looked down the bar, he’d found the other man smiling at him with a mouthful of crooked teeth. 

Kirk had grown into himself a bit more since the last time Dave had seen him. His hair had grown out a bit more and looked better taken care of, curls looking shinier and healthier. Dave tried not to think about how handsome Kirk looked these days. 

Dave distracted himself by sipping at the sweet, slightly sour drink and tried to ignore how lightheaded he was. He’d had a lot to drink already and it seemed Kirk thought so too. A moment after he’d started drinking the cocktail he’d been presented with, Kirk was approaching him. It seemed he was taking a more direct approach now, growing tired of Dave sitting there and doing his best to pretend he didn’t see him. 

“You look really beautiful tonight,” Kirk told him once he was close enough to be heard. He was still grinning and Dave just stared back at him. He wasn’t sure why Kirk was talking to him, why he was sending him drinks. Well. He had a few ideas. “I have a room a few blocks from here,” Kirk pointed out and there it was, all the confirmation Dave needed to know exactly what this was. 

“Good for you,” Dave replied and Kirk looked rather dejected. He didn’t want to be an easy date, he wasn’t some wide-eyed groupie who would fall over themselves just for a chance to sleep with Kirk. Still, it had been a while since he’d slept with someone and Kirk was attractive enough. The drinks in Dave’s system helped him lean towards that bad decision. “Lead the way,” He told him, doing his best to not sound too excited about it. Kirk beamed like he’d been proposed to, though, and it rubbed Dave the wrong way. 

On the way to his hotel, Kirk had offered his hand to Dave to hold which Dave had simply ignored. He didn’t want sweet or gentle with Kirk and he was going to make sure Kirk knew that. He didn’t need Kirk getting the wrong idea about what they were. They were just two people going back to a hotel to have meaningless sex to relieve some tension, nothing more than that. 

Kirk had looked hurt when Dave shot him down, although he seemed to recover from it quickly. He’d methodically replaced that look of hurt with a smile and continued rambling to Dave about how it was so lucky that they’d run into each other tonight. He’d grinned even brighter when Dave stumbled, having to reach out to grab Kirk’s arm for stability. 

“I’ve got you,” Kirk cooed at him, hooking one arm around Dave’s waist to keep him steady. He wanted to protest and push Kirk away, but he decided against it. There was a very real chance he might not make it up to the hotel room if he didn’t accept a little help. 

That certainly wasn’t a headline he wanted to see. Megadeth’s Dave Mustaine Found Face-Down On Street With Metallica’s Kirk Hammett. 

The rest of the walk was made easier by holding onto Kirk. The other man opened the hotel door for him and helped him into the elevator, and it seemed like they waited for hours for the elevator to open for them. And the ride up left Dave feeling a bit nauseous, but he held it together.

“This one’s ours,” Kirk told him once they finally reached a door at the end of a long hallway. Kirk fumbled with his key for a moment, but eventually opened the door for Dave and let him step inside first. The door had barely shut behind them before Kirk was pressing into Dave’s personal space, turning him around to face him. His back collided with the wall, letting out a solid thud as Kirk kissed him. 

The kiss didn’t start carefully, not at all how Dave had expected. Kirk’s tongue slipped past his lips almost as soon as they’d met and Dave decided to let him. His hands found Kirk’s face, jagged fingernails digging into his skin painfully and relishing in the hiss Kirk let out against him at the feeling. Kirk pressed him harder into the wall, letting his teeth sink into his lower lip. 

“Fuck,” Dave groaned when he pushed Kirk’s face away from his own. He softened the grip his nails had on Kirk, admiring the small idents he’d left on his skin. He wondered how Kirk would look with those marks bleeding instead. “I want you to fuck me like you hate me, can you do that?” He asked. 

“I can,” Kirk assured him with a quick nod, pressing his hips into Dave’s. Like this, Dave could feel how hard he was. “You know the stoplight system, right?” It was Dave’s turn to nod now. “Good. Use it. I’m not going to stop unless you do,” Dave had a feeling he wasn’t going to regret going back home with Kirk tonight, maybe this had been a better idea than he’d originally thought. 

****

Dave had found himself face-down on the shitty hotel mattress, his clothes tossed haphazardly around the floor. His head was still spinning, although it was eased by lying down. Two pillows rested beneath his hips, keeping his body perched up the way Kirk had wanted him. He felt exposed and vulnerable like this, in a way he never would allow himself to be if he were sober.

“You’re doing a good job,” Kirk told him and he could hear the smile in his voice. He chose to ignore it, instead focusing on Kirk’s warm hand as it rubbed down his lower back. It was nice, something he could get used to

Both of Kirk’s hands slipped down to spread him open. If he’d felt exposed before, that was amplified now. He’d never experienced anything quite like it, but he stayed quiet. He figured Kirk was just going to finger him, that was the natural progression of things. Dave’s body tensed when something warm and wet stroked over his hole suddenly. It caught him off guard and made him release a confused sound, squirming away from the feeling.

“Stay still,” Kirk chastised and slapped his ass roughly. “You know your word if you want to stop,” He reminded him.

It was true, Dave did know how to make things stop if he was uncomfortable. Kirk was sweet too, he knew it wouldn’t be a problem if he wanted to stop. For a moment, Kirk waited as if to give Dave time to tell him to stop. When he realized Dave wasn’t going to, he dipped back down to resume what he was doing and Dave tried to stay more still this time around. It was easier now that he was expecting it.

The feeling was new for him. Most of the time, he slept with women who never even touched his ass, let alone done this to him. Whenever he slept with guys, he tended to top and even if he didn’t, no guy had ever eaten him out. Hell, some hadn’t even fingered him.

It was a strange sensation to try and get used to, the wet warmth and gentle stroking motions foreign to him. He supposed it was kind of nice, though. His body relaxed the more that Kirk licked him open, starting with slow and long licks upwards before switching to circling his hole.

“Fuck. That feels weird,” Dave breathed out and Kirk chuckled against him, making him moan quietly. The vibrations there were a whole new level of weird. Dave’s breathing hitched in his throat when he felt Kirk’s tongue stiffen up, pressing against him until it pushed inside. It wiggled around a bit and Dave buried a moan against the blankets beneath his face. 

He couldn’t explain why it felt so good, but it did. It was sensitive and dirty, and he felt wrong for liking it. Wrong for letting Kirk do this to him. Still, his own fingers curled into the blankets when two of Kirk’s slick fingers pressed into him alongside his tongue. It was overwhelming and Dave didn’t even know how he was managing to multitask in that way. It was too much, though. 

“Fuck me,” Dave told him, pulling his face away from the bed enough so his words could be easily understood. Kirk moved his head away from him, though his fingers continued opening him up. 

“I can’t fuck you yet,” Kirk’s voice was breathless, but gentle behind him. Concern seemed to be seeping into his tone. “I’ll hurt you. I need to stretch you,” His fingers crooked and rubbed against Dave’s prostate, distracting him for a moment before he kept pushing it. 

“Fuck me, Hammett. Or I’ll go find someone else who will,” Dave snapped back at him, shoving his hips into Kirk’s hand. This earned another rough slap against his ass, harder than the first one had been. It made Dave curse and squirm, his skin stinging. He was sensitive and knew there would likely be a red mark where Kirk’s fingers had been. Kirk pulled both hands away from Dave and began lubing himself up. 

“Stupid slut,” He muttered out, stroking his cock. “When this hurts, you better not complain. You wanted this,” He reminded him and Dave rolled his eyes. “Get on your back,” Kirk encouraged as he pulled the pillows out from beneath Dave’s hips and tossed them to the ground. 

“Hurry up,” Dave goaded, climbing into the position Kirk had told him to. He wanted Kirk to snap and fuck him the way he really wanted it, the way he really needed it. Kirk wasn’t gentle as he settled in between Dave’s thighs, shoving his legs up enough. 

“Bossy fucking whore,” Kirk’s words were tense and they irritated Dave. “This is where you belong, you know? Under somebody else and being quiet for once,” Something inside of Dave snapped and he shoved roughly at Kirk’s chest before the other had the chance to get inside him. Dave moved quickly, although a bit uncoordinated due to the alcohol, trying to switch their positions. 

If Kirk wanted to act that way, he wasn’t going to let him fuck him on his back. He wanted to ride him instead, assert that bit of dominance over Kirk. Kirk was unprepared to be shoved like that, losing his balance. He was surprisingly strong as he wrestled Dave around on the bed. Dave was worried for a minute that Kirk might actually overpower him, but then, there was suddenly nothing beneath his body. 

Neither could catch up with what was happening quickly enough as they toppled over the edge of the bed. Dave landed first, ending up on his back on the carpeted floor. Kirk hit him not even a second later, both of them letting out matching pained noises as they collided with the floor and each other. 

Kirk didn’t seem to be too dissuaded by this, recovering for a moment before shoving Dave’s legs apart and beginning to push inside of him. Dave groaned at the feeling and let his hands travel up to grab at Kirk’s shoulders. He didn’t try to fight him this time, feeling like Kirk had won this. They’d fought for the position and Kirk had come out on top, it felt less like just giving it up to Kirk now. 

He couldn’t get a full breath in now either. The fall had knocked the wind out of him and Kirk didn’t bother pausing to let Dave adjust, he’d just begun moving. Each thrust got sharper than the last, leaving Dave breathless. It was exactly what he’d wanted all along, though. 

“Being so good for me now, aren’t you?” Kirk laughed as Dave’s head tipped back against the floor, a quiet moan leaving his throat. His body was thrumming with pleasure, feeling as though each individual nerve was alive and throbbing in his skin. “Knew you just needed someone to put you in your place,” Dave’s nails dug into Kirk’s shoulders at the words, wanting to retaliate and being unable to with his words. 

No words seemed to be able to form. He wasn’t sure if his brain was short-circuiting and couldn’t come up with any or if his body just couldn’t physically voice them. He’d always struggled to speak when he was being made to feel good and this was no exception. He was certain sex had never felt this good before and maybe it’d never feel this good again, the thought of Kirk ruining him for anyone else made him whine pleasantly. 

“Keep scratching, baby. We both know you don’t actually want me to stop,” Kirk said, smiling down at him now. Dave had no idea how he was managing to continue talking, especially so coherently. His words were becoming a bit strained as he continued fucking Dave, though. One of Dave’s hands slid into Kirk’s hair, tugging mercilessly at the curls. “I know you love being treated like the worthless little cocksleeve you are,” Kirk told him, hissing quietly at the hand in his hair yanking close to the scalp. 

Kirk shoved Dave’s legs closer to his chest, giving himself better access. The pace was even more rough now and Dave knew he’d have carpet burns all over his back once Kirk was done with him. He didn’t mind it, though. It made it hotter if he was being honest with himself, knowing there would be a reminder of what they did. 

“Fuck,” Kirk cursed suddenly and buried himself all the way inside, filling Dave up. It took him a moment to register the warmth filling him, head foggy from the alcohol and everything happening around him. The fact he was given no warning meant it took him by surprise too. 

“Is that all you’ve got?” Dave asked once he finally found his voice, although it shook as he spoke. Not quite as bitchy as he’d intended it to be. 

“Don’t worry, baby. We’re not done yet,” Kirk just laughed at him and Dave didn’t even have a moment to catch up to what was happening before Kirk pulled out of him suddenly. He felt himself growing dizzier as his body was maneuvered around harshly, being forced onto his hands and knees. “You’re getting so pliant for me,” Kirk murmured and Dave barely caught onto the words. 

He was trembling slightly as he held himself up, trying to reorient himself. Teeth scraped over his back, close to the shoulder and directly over where a raw spot was forming from being forced against the carpet so much. 

“That’s right, baby. Scream for me,” Kirk encouraged him and Dave hadn’t even realized he’d screamed from the sensation until Kirk pointed it out. He was almost certain a neighbor would call the cops on them, thinking he was getting murdered in Kirk’s bedroom. By now, it felt like he was getting murdered. Kirk pressed against Dave and he could feel that the dark haired man was hard once again. 

Dave’s hands scrambled at his thighs, nails scratching along Kirk’s skin and trying to push him off. A bit of his fight had found him, but it was quickly remedied. Kirk grabbed both of Dave’s hands, jerking them away from his body and forcing him off balance. Dave groaned as he fell forward roughly against the carpeted floor and he knew he’d be sore all over by tomorrow. 

One of Kirk’s hands held both of Dave’s wrists, keeping his arms pinned uncomfortably behind his back. He felt so defenseless in that moment, feeling as though he couldn’t get away from Kirk even if he wanted to. His cock throbbed painfully between his legs, he was so close to coming and he hadn’t been touched. 

“Lift your head,” Kirk said behind Dave and the redhead complied, weakly lifting his head and lowering it back down after Kirk had pressed a pillow beneath it. Dave figured he’d be grateful for it, it’d help avoid any friction burns against his face. Those were too obvious and too painful if he was being honest. “Good boy. I’m going to fucking ruin you,” Kirk told him and Dave wanted to laugh. He already was doing that. 

Kirk pressed back inside of him, stretching his sore hole again. There was no pause between him shoving inside and beginning to move, not going easy on the older man. Dave sobbed with every other thrust, losing track of the time. He couldn’t tell how much time had passed, feeling as though it had been hours. It was everything he had been looking for and somehow even more. 

Kirk was saying something behind him, but he couldn’t make out any of the words. He figured they didn’t matter too much, Kirk was probably dirty talking him some more. Dave barely registered when he finally came, totally untouched and throbbing painfully between his legs. That was the last thing he remembered that night. 

****

Dave’s head was pounding when he woke up the next morning. The curtains were luckily drawn so not a ton of light came in through the window, but the hallway light was on and the bedroom door was open so he could see. His body felt like he’d been run over the night before, burning when he moved. For a few long minutes, he just laid there and gave himself some time to wake up. 

He noted that he was in the bed rather than on the floor and he couldn’t remember if he’d moved there himself or if Kirk had moved him. It took him a minute to realize that bandages had been placed over his back, presumably where he’d suffered the worst of the rug burns. They still hurt, but they were protected at the very least. He knew Kirk must have put them there, he certainly wouldn’t have been able to reach. 

His eyes adjusted to the room and he looked at the bedside table, finding an unopened bottle of water and a box of large bandages sitting there. Kirk was nowhere to be found in the room, but there was a note attached to the box of bandages. Dave inched closer, each movement painful, and tried his best to read the neat handwriting. 

Dave,  Sorry I had to leave early. The water bottle and bandages are for you. There’s breakfast in the fridge, please help yourself to anything you want. I should be back by four. -Kirk :)

Dave checked the clock, reading that it was about half an hour until four. He climbed out of bed, wincing at the sore feeling that seemed to plague every part of his body. It hurt to pull his clothes on and his head was beginning to ache from the alcohol the previous night. He grabbed the water bottle off of the table, but left the box of bandages and the note where it was. It was only about ten minutes until four when Dave walked out of the hotel room.

[lizzy-luvbot]

Hi! I go by Lizzy and I’m 17 years old!

I’m looking to make one shots/handcannons! So I’m making this post to Introduce myself and list a few things in interested in writing for in hopes of people sending requests!

I am also interested in making fanfics if enough people want one!

Some things I will write for!(not all of them)

Creepypasta

That includes, marble hornets and Everymanhybrid!

Sally face

Twisted wonderland

Sam and Colby

Jake and Johnnie

Fairytail

South Park

One piece

Naruto

Blue lock

Tokyo revengers

Genshin impact

80s and 90s rockstars

(Includes but not limited too, Metallica, Guns N’ Roses, megadeth, Pierce the veil, Cinderella, kiss, etc.)

Wind breaker(the anime)

Etc.

That’s all I can think of for right now:( but don’t feel discouraged to ask me questions I’m always will to do research to make a headcannon/oneshot happen!

Again there is more that I’m willing to write for but right now my mines gone blank:(

[gyatt-the-life]

daisies ✿

a fanfiction about my otp, chuck behler x jeff young from megadeth. both of them are kemonomimis, jeff being a deer and chuck being a saint bernard. both of them use she/him, they will occasionally swtich. i'm gonna kill you charlie.

no warnings, just fluff hehe

recently, jeff had moved out of the studio. everyday, he would receive gifts on his doorstep, no matter what it was, there was always a white, wilted daisy that was ripped out from the ground, some dirt on the stem. he was so puzzled by it, he couldn't go on without knowing who was throwing some flowers at his door.

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one morning, she would stand right behind his door around the time the flowers were dropped off. once she heard some scampering, she would immediately open the door, just to see a blur dashing away. "hey- HEY! COME BACK!" she blurted out before he would hop over the gifts left over his porch. she would then skedaddle on his small deer hooves in attempt to catch the culprit, ending up failing.

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the next morning, jeff couldn't bear the fact he had some.. weirdo admirer or something. after some thinking, he would leave his house before walking over to the old studio. maybe it was dave or junior playing some assholeish prank on him. there was only one way to find out.

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once jeff arrived, she banged on the door, "open up dave, you jackass!" he said, seemingly pissed off as she placed his hands on her hips. after a few minutes, her eyebrows would furrow. she was extremely impatient. she would then walk around the house before jumping the fence, falling on the ground with an 'oof,' her hooves clumsily bucking in response.

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once jeff looked up, he would notice a familiar back towards him, digging around in the dirt. his eyes would widen slightly as he would dust himself off, standing up straight before creeping up behind the figure. he found himself staring down at .. chuck? the bernard's tail was wagging behind him as he dug around the dirt, pulling out a white daisy with his teeth.

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when chuck turned around, he would immediately glance at jeff, his face flushing. "oh, uh, hey dude.." "it was YOU?" jeff shot back, her face filled with disbelief. chuck would giggle sheepishly, slowly spitting the flower out into his paw. "i'm surprised you didn't find out sooner." chuck said with slight amusement before she would glance up at jeff, slowly reaching up and placing the daisy behind jeff's antler.

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"i hope you like flowers," chuck whispered before placing a small peck on jeff's jawline.