#megadeth x reader

[dave-me0wstaine]

thinkin about this dave and how he’s such a dad bf. just taking care of you, spoiling you with little gifts or a nice dinner. always showering you with praise, calling you his good girl, his pretty baby. truly you are his pride and joy.

and out in public he’s always got a hand on you, guiding you wherever you need to go, rubbing your thigh when you sit down to dinner. just subtle hints of dominance here and there to remind you your his.

and he takes just as good care of you in the bedroom. you’re his little pillow princess, how could he not? he always makes sure your in the most comfy positions while your taking his cock, whispering in your ear about how well you take him, “like you were made for me, baby.”

and you get absolutely delirious one day, and accidentally call him daddy, and he teases the ever-loving shit out of you, much to your embarrassment. grinding his hips into yours, thumbing harshly over your clit, saying things like “why’re you gettin’ so shy? i might as well be your daddy, m’spoilin’ you so much,”

but he must not be too turned off by the name, because it’s not too long before he’s making a mess out of your cunt, filling it with his cum <333

#dad bf! dave might join bad boy! dave in the dave-me0wstaine cinematic universe #but bad boy! dave will always be the priority >:) #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine fanfiction #megadeth #megadeth x reader #megadeth smut #megadeth fanfiction #dad bf! dave

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

please write a fic where dave mustaine fucks the little female reader on the wall, thank you!

A/n: I apologize in advance bc I don't like this very much but I needed to reply to an ask again and this was already partly written so it was the victim of writers block writing, I hope you enjoy it well enough anyway :'3

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, wall fucking?, Dave calls reader bunny, if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

Dave had been poking fun at you all night. He’d brought his band over for a dinner, which you made because Dave asked you with the intention of helping you, or so he said. All he ended up doing was teasing you.

“You’re so small!” This, and; “you’re so tiny!” That. Anyway he could manage to emphasise that you were shorter than him, he did. You did enjoy being shorter than him, being small made it easy for him to cuddle you, he was like a giant teddy bear and you took full advantage of that every chance you got. That didn’t mean you would just accept this name calling debauchery.

The second everyone was gone you jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, your lips crashing against his.

Dave stumbled back but quickly caught up to what you were doing and kissed you back, his big hands going to your ass to hold you. Mostly just to squeeze your ass, but if it happened to serve another purpose then so be it.

He pushed you against the nearest surface, which happened to be a wall, and started tugging on your clothes. He got your shirt over your head and slipped your bottoms off before undoing your bra and letting it fall to the floor.

His lips sucked on your neck and he left small love bites in a trail down to your tits. “So fucking tiny.” He grunted as he kissed your nipple, he then stood up again and towered over you as he usually did. He brought his hand up to hold your face, tilting your chin up so you were looking him in the eye. “Tiny little thing just needs to be fucked right, huh?” You bit your lip and nodded as you turned around, looking back at him over your shoulder.

Dave took his own clothes off. He rested his hands on your shoulders and slowly trailed them down your sides, finally finding their perch on your hips. “Breedable fucking bunny.” He pulled your panties to the side and slid a finger through your folds. “All nice and ready for me, aren’t you?”

You smiled and wiggled your hips, standing on your toes and arching your back to press to your chest against the wall. Dave smacked your ass, you flinched at the hit but you couldn’t deny that you loved it. Dave pulled his boxers down just enough for his leaking cock to spring out and hit your ass. He pushed his cock between your thighs, gathering your juices on his member. “Fuck, so wet, just for me.” He groaned in your ear.

“Please~ Please, just put it in, Davey.” Your voice was already getting whiny as you pushed your ass back against him.

“So needy to be stuffed full, needy to be stretched.” He whispered in your ear. His hips moved back and he lined himself up with your cunt before slowly pushing in, groaning all the while as your gummy walls squeezed him just right. He waited a moment for you to get used to him before he started moving, bucking his hips up into you at a slow, harsh pace.

“Davey, go faster.” He muttered, already panting against the wall like a bitch in heat. Dave let out a low chuckle.

“Since when did you wear the pants here?” Nonetheless he did as you asked and went faster, every thrust of his hips bumping you up the wall.

He had a hand on your hip and one on your shoulder, keeping your back arched perfectly for him. The wall became damp with your breathing right against it, with Dave practically fucking you into the wall at this pace. You loved it, he was rutting deep inside of you, stuffing you full of his thick dick, making your vision blurry as your tongue lolled out in a lewd expression.

Dave’s hand, the one on your shoulder, wrapped around to rub your clit. He moved in circles, matching the rhythm of his hips and making you reach your high much faster. Even after you came his experienced fingers continued their work on your sensitive nub.

Dave was always one to think of your pleasure before his own so you were used to him making you cum a few times before he even got close, and tonight was no exception.

He had you creaming on him, your sweet, salty juices leaking from you and down your legs. The only thing keeping you standing was the fact that you were squished between Dave and the wall, Dave was partially holding you up though it was mostly so he could fuck you, moving your hips to his will as he slammed into you.

You could tell he was getting close with the way he kept losing pace with the steady rhythm he’d set with both his hips and hands, the way he pulsed inside you. “Hah~ Davey, need-ngh-need you...” You mumbled, thoughts too scrambled to form a coherent sentence between moans, whines and whimpers.

“What-what was that, bunny?” He grunted behind you, just wanting to get one more out of you before he finally came.

“Need you to fill me up.” You mumbled with a fucked out smile, drool dripping down your chin. Dave’s hips sputtered but he didn’t cum.

“Can’t say shit like that, gonna-gonna make me-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence when you started purposefully clenching around him, all just to see that look on his face. The one where his lips part so beautifully and his eyes cross for a moment before he screws them shut. “Fuck, cum with me then, bunny.” He didn’t have to tell you twice.

He gave up on steady and bucked into you all to chase his own high, though he tried to keep something on your clit, even bringing a hand to your chest to toy with your nipple. Honestly you were so out of it you’d cum just by sucking on his fingers, so when you felt his hot cum spurting into you you couldn’t hold back.

Your knees buckled and crumbled beneath you, leaving Dave to hold you up. He held you close, still helplessly bucking his hips up into you as an aftershock.

“Fuck- You’re so pretty.” He hummed. He turned your head to look at him and saw your expression, covered in spit and eyes glazed over. “Pretty little bunny slut.” He mumbled and kissed your temple.

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[mustainegf]

dilf teacher! dave mustaine who teaches female reader how to touch herself

WOAH im gonna award you with best request of the fucking century, this shit has me EXPLODING. I love for this one so much nonnie. Literally dm me I wanna be ur friend 😭

The lecture had long finished, and I found myself staying late with my professor. Professor Mustaine.

He had very long ginger hair, and sharpest, most handsome eyes you'd ever seen. They were enough to slice me in half.

He was tall too, and I loved how his broad shoulders tapered down to his narrow hips. He was so beautiful that sometimes I wondered if he was real. If he wasn't some figment of my imagination.

I know he could tell I had a bit of a crush on him, because he didn't let other students sit in his lap like I was right now.

I Knew it was crazy. I knew it was wrong. I knew it was scandalous. But I couldn't help but love how he made me feel. "Tell me sweetheart.." he trailed off, running his hands down my body. "How often to you touch yourself for me?" He asked with a smug grin.

I blushed. My face turned bright red. I turned my head away from him, but he caught me, turning me back towards him. "Answer me." He said firmly.

"I-I don't know what you mean?" I said quickly.

"You mean to say you've never touched yourself?

You've never masturbated?" His voice rose into a laugh as I nodded shyly. "Oh, sweetie. It's time you learned then isn't it?"

He said softly. I nodded again, this time my eyes pleading with him to take me. He chuckled slightly.

"Stand up sweetheart." He ordered. I stood up and stepped out of the chair. I glanced around the room, wondering who would find us here. But when I Looked back at him, he was still staring at me.

"Look at me," he ordered, and I obeyed. "Good girl.

Now take your clothes off for me." He commanded, and once again, I did as I was told.

When I was naked, I felt self-conscious. But his hands on me brought me to life. They made me want to be the best version of myself. To please him any way he wanted. "Is that better?" He asked. I nodded.

"Sit on my desk," he instructed, helping lift me up onto the large desktop. My leg instinctively shut, afraid of him looking at me down there.

He stood behind the desk, my back laying against his chest. He had a good view down my body and where I would soon play with myself. He smiled, seeing my discomfort, and said, "Open them for me. Open your legs." I obeyed him hesitantly, feeling foolish that I hadn't done this sooner.

I was scared, I had never done this before, but I was grateful to have professor Dave to show me how.

He gently brushed the hair out of my face and looked me in the eyes. "We will go at your pace. I promise. I just want you to know how to make yourself feel good when I can't."

He took my hand in his, slowly pulling my fingers to my crotch.

I squirmed under his touch, wanting more.

Wanting all of him. But I trusted him, and I knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt me.

He took my finger and placed it over my clit, circling it slowly. It took me a second to adjust, and then the pleasure hit me like a brick wall. It felt so good, better than anything I've ever felt before.

"Rub in circles, can you do that for me?" Dave whispered, still softly guiding my hand.

I nodded and began rubbing in little circles. He leaned forward, kissing my shoulder. It was so soft and gentle, I felt as though I were floating. It was hard to keep focus on what I was doing.

"Such a good job, does that feel good?" He asked gently, watching with the hungriest eyes as I masturbated for the very first time in front of him.

"Yes, Sir." I moaned, unable to answer any other way. "Lower your fingers, feel how wet you are,"

he ordered, making me lower my fingers so I could feel how slick my pussy was. I gasped slightly at the fluids dripping down my thighs.

"Is that all for me, sweet girl?" He cooed, also reaching down to feel how soaked I was. I nodded hastily, my pussy throbbing with these new sensations.

"I want you to put two fingers inside of you," he instructed me. "B-but profess-" he cut me off before I could finish. "Do it, I promise it'll feel good."

I did as he said, sliding two fingers into my hot core. I gasped in shock, and he chuckled slightly.

"That's it. Feel how tight you are? That feels so good, doesn't it?" I nodded, breathing heavily.

He took my hand in his, showing me how to use my thumb on my clit while my fingers were deep inside of me. Slowly, he guided my hand, making sure I knew exactly what to do.

It hurt a little bit but I quickly got used to my own fingers, curling this slightly as I fingered myself.

The pain turned into a delicious ache, and soon the only thing I was able to focus on was the arousal.

"That's such a good girl," Dave encouraged.

I could feel the knot in my stomach becoming increasingly tight and I had a feeling I was gonna cum. "Professor, I think I'm gonna cum, what do I do?" I whined in panic.

"You don't need to do anything, just let it happen," he reassured me. "Let go." And that was exactly what I did.

I continued to work at myself until I finally felt release, it was the most pleasure I'd ever felt in my life, all compacted into a few seconds. I moaned out, squirting cum all over my legs and our hands.

The liquid sprayed slightly until it came to a dribble, a puddle of cum all over his desk.

"Oh god," I breathed out, completely spent. Dave chuckled. "Well, there's your first lesson."

I exhaled with a slight laugh, leaning my head back into his shoulder. "Did you like that?" He asked me softly, brushing my cheek.

I blushed slightly, trying to ignore the strong urges that were still running through me. "Y-yes, Sir." I stammered, unsure what to say. "Good girl," he praised, kissing my cheek.

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[allmoshnobrain]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

dave mustaine x nore burton (oc) | word count: 1514

✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, dave mustaine x female!oc, oc is cliff burton's cousin, +18, language, romance, mxf sex, period sex (in the shower), unprotected sex, blood mention, period pains

✦ a/n: this is just Dave showering Nore with affection because I missed writing about these two in a happier setting. From my Heartbreaker fanfic. This is set somewhere between parts 16 and 17. Hope you enjoy the read ❤

I could tell right off the bat that something wasn't right when I cracked open my eyes.

For starters, it was way too dark for morning. A dull, gray light sneaked through the curtains, barely lighting up the room. Just enough for me to make out the shape of the living room door. I rolled over with a groan, and that's when it hit me: a stabbing pain in my gut, and a warm, sticky feeling between my legs.

"Oh, crap," I moaned, burying my face in the pillow as a sharp pain shot from my gut down to my legs, making me curl up tighter. As much as I wanted to cocoon myself in blankets, I knew I had to get up if I wanted any relief. With a heavy sigh, I dragged myself out of bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and trudging to the bathroom.

Flicking on the light, I shut the door behind me, letting out a frustrated groan when I spotted the bloodstain seeping through my underwear. I plopped down on the toilet, wincing as another wave of pain hit me. I knew a hot shower and some meds would help, but right now, I could barely move, my eyes drooping with exhaustion as the pain pulsed through me.

I jumped when I heard a knock on the door.

"Nore? You alright?" Dave's voice floated through, followed by a big yawn.

"I'm good," I mumbled, but my voice sounded weaker than I'd hoped. "Sorry for waking you."

"You sure you're okay?" His concern was palpable, snapping him awake instantly.

"Yeah, it's just... Ow," I winced as another contraction hit hard. That seemed to do it for Dave; he swung the door open and barged in, eyes wide as he scanned the bathroom. I flushed with embarrassment. "Dave!"

"Oh," he whispered, catching on as he saw me doubled over in pain on the toilet, my clothes in a messy heap on the floor, stained with blood. "I'm sorry, babe. You sounded like you were really hurting."

"I am hurting. But you didn't have to bust in here," I muttered, my face still red hot in embarrassment. He let out a soft chuckle.

"Have you taken anything for it? Want me to grab you some clean PJs? And socks, to warm your feet. You said that helps with cramps, right?" he asked, instantly slipping into caretaker mode, which made me smile.

"I'd rather you let me clean up and hit the shower first. But yeah, fresh PJs and painkillers would be great."

"Got it. I'll be quick. Don't move," he instructed, ducking out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. I let out a soft chuckle. Like I could go anywhere in this state. With a sigh, I got myself up, flushed the toilet, and stepped into the shower.

I leaned back, soaking up the steamy water as it washed over me, easing some of the pain pulsing from my belly. A shower, some meds, fresh clothes, and back to bed, preferably snuggled up with my boyfriend. Seemed like the perfect game plan for that early morning.

I cracked an eye open when I heard Dave tiptoeing back in.

"Brought you clean PJs, pain pills, and your towel," he announced, poking his head into the shower. I smiled softly, thankfully. "Want me to hop in?" he offered.

"What, you wanna join me?" I raised an eyebrow, and he shot back a cheeky grin. Without a word, he stripped down, and I couldn't help but giggle as he pulled me close, peppering my face with kisses – on my lips, my cheeks, my forehead.

"You know what I heard? Orgasms supposedly help with cramps," he whispered in my ear, and I could feel my cheeks heating up.

"Dave, I'm..." I started, but my words trailed off into a sigh as his fingers found their way to my clit. "D-Dave, I'm bleeding, we're gonna make a mess..."

"It's all good if we’re in the shower, right?" he countered, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against my neck. I let out a soft moan as he began to circle my clit, his other hand holding onto my lower back, pulling me closer as I tangled my fingers in his hair. His lips pressed against the sensitive skin of my neck, a slow and deliberate kiss that sent shivers down my spine. "Let me take care of you, babe…”

"Dave..." I breathed out, not in protest this time, but in pure pleasure as I surrendered to the warmth of his touch. The heat from the water and his body was soothing, mingling with the tension building in my abdomen as he traced slow circles around my clit. A moan escaped me as I felt a slow contraction, but this time it wasn't from pain; my breath hitched as his lips descended to my breasts, taking one of my nipples between his lips, teasing me with his slow movements. I let out a surprised gasp as he lifted one of my legs, pulling me closer as he entered me slowly. "Dave, I'm… I’m too sensitive today..."

"I'll take it slow," he whispered, and I let out a low moan as he drew me in closer, fully inside me, filling me up in a way that made me clench around him. He groaned softly, his lips meeting mine as he started to move with a gentle rhythm, his tongue exploring my mouth lazily. I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting out soft moans. "I just wanna make you feel good," he murmured against my lips, and I gasped as he pushed back in slowly. "Wanna make you cum for me."

"Oh, Dave..." I moaned, nuzzling into his neck. He grunted, holding me against the wall and lifting my other leg, wrapping it around his hip, pulling me closer, pushing deeper into me. I gripped his back, the pain ebbing away as pleasure took over, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly, my body begging for more. "Dave, please..."

"Hmm?" he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips as he started to move again, drawing out another soft moan from me. "What do you need?"

"Please... Oh, harder..." I begged, and he chuckled softly, a hint of breathlessness in his voice.

"Are you sure it won't make the pain worse?" he husked, his voice thick with desire, and I nodded. "If it's too much, you gotta tell me, okay?"

"Okay... Oh, fuck!" I gasped as he pushed harder, picking up the pace, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. He chuckled softly, letting out a groan as he held me close. "Dave, I'm... I'm almost there..."

"I feel it. You're so tight..." he groaned, clutching me tighter, his words igniting small sparks inside my belly. "Fuck, Nore, you're perfect, you’re so wet, oh, shit..." I could tell he was close too, his movements growing more urgent as incoherent praises left his lips.

I moaned as he reached down to touch my clit, sending shivers down my spine. He grunted, intensifying his thrusts, and I held onto him, my eyes shut tight as pleasure surged through me. Dave squeezed me close as my climax hit, and he groaned as he reached his own peak.

Breathing heavily, I leaned against him as he set me down, blushing at the sight of the mess between us, a mix of blood and fluids.

"Oh, no," I muttered, cheeks burning. "Dave, I’m sorry..."

"Sorry? You just made me cum and now you're saying sorry?" he replied, sounding amused, and I chuckled, shaking my head.

"I meant for the mess," I clarified, and Dave laughed.

"Babe, we make messes every time we fuck, period or not. It's just blood. C'mere, I'll help you clean up."

After our shower, I got dressed, grateful for the fresh clothes, and popped one of the painkillers Dave brought, even though the cramps had eased a lot. Turns out, orgasms really did work wonders for period pains.

Snuggling under the blanket, I sighed happily as we lay down. Dave pulled me close, and I nestled my head on his chest.

"Feeling any better?" he whispered, running his fingers through my hair.

"Yeah, I am. Thanks, Dave," I mumbled, yawning. The room was getting brighter with the sunlight, but it was still too early to think about anything other than getting some more sleep in our comfy bed. Dave planted a soft kiss on my forehead.

"When we wake up, I'll whip up some hot chocolate for you. How's that sound?" he offered, and I let out a soft chuckle.

"You're spoiling me," I murmured, and he laughed.

"Of course I am. You're my everything," he replied, and I smiled, feeling sleep pulling me under. He held me close, his breath warm against my neck. "Love you, Nore."

"Hmm... Love you too," I whispered, feeling myself drift off.

I sighed happily, letting Dave's arms wrap around me as I surrendered to sleep, feeling safe and warm, knowing that happiness was right there: with him.

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#it's the way dave instantly barges into the bathroom as soon as he realizes nore's in pain 😭 #i'm in a dave mood lately i needed to get this out of my system #waaaahhhh #ada writes fanfiction #heartbreaker fanfic #dave mustaine x oc #dave mustaine fanfiction #nore burton (oc) #megadeth x reader #dave mustaine x reader #megadeth smut #dave mustaine smut #megadeth fanfiction #megadeth x you #dave mustaine x you

[skinomyteethh]

🌿-  rock you like a hurricane; dave mustaine

(#｀ε´# )ゞ - pairing ;; dave mustaine x fem! reader

⌗ -  cw ;; oral (f! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do this fr)

𖦹 - authors note;; I haven’t posted in forever, I’m so sorry pookies but here’s this, also I kinda gave up towards the end SORRY

⸙ : loud, enthusiastic guitar riffs echoed throughout the room, the source of the sound happened to be a radio on the opposite side of the room. the volume was turned up, almost to the max in order to prevent any of the noise which would expose their current situation spill out of the room. his head was buried in-between her soft, plush thighs. his fingernails dug into the sides of the supple skin, leaving various marks behind; the stunning white, halter dress she wore earlier on in the night seemed to have turned him on so much.

his cherry red tongue trailed down from her clit to her entrance, waves of pleasure swarming her body. [name]’s fingers ran through his hair, roughly tugging on the roots of his ginger strands every time he stimulated her clit. 

soft, breathless pleads parted her bitten, pink lips though they were are seemingly futile. dave continued to take his time, carefully showing each and every part of her a bit of love. his hand soon trailed downwards, spreading her folds. he leaned back, admiring his work of art for a split second before slowly pumping his fingers into her entrance. in response, she threw her head back, laying down against the pillows now, her legs flat against the bed. 

the way her hair sprawled against the pillow only made her look even more angelic, more ethereal in dave’s eyes. his long pointer and middle fingers followed a steady ‘in-and-out’ pace while his thumb pressed and rubbed her clit gently causing her to instinctively attempt to shut her legs. soon, the pleasure, the stimulation became too much for her to bear; a familiar feeling approaching at almost lightning speed. 

minutes later a thin, almost clear coat of her cum coated his fingers. he ran his pointer and middle fingers through her folds again, collecting anymore residue before pulling them away. he spread them apart, white strings seemingly connecting his fingers. dave brought them up to her mouth, mumbling something along the lines of ‘clean up your mess, slut.’

her pink lips parted once again, though this time no sound erupted from them instead she wrapped her lips around his cum-coated fingers almost skillfully licking them clean. [name] glanced up at him with innocent, pleading eyes. he knew good and well what she wanted, he wanted it too, desperately.

he pried his fingers out of her mouth, his hands hastily tugging at his belt while impatiently undoing it. dave threw his belt along with his pants towards the direction of where her clothes had been discarded. his fist wrapped around the base of his cock, moving it so his length could slide in-between her folds. her whines encouraged him, yet he wanted to tease her just a tad bit longer.

a few moments after he finally positioned the head of his lengthy cock in-front of her entrance, slowly sliding in. he groaned rather loudly at the familiar feeling of her walls wrapped around him; his hands gripped onto her hips as he began moving his hips rather slowly. words of both degradation and praise escaped his lips.

phrases like ‘mmh, that’s a good girl.’ or ‘what a filthy fuckin’ whore’ filled her ears. his grip on [name]’s hips tightened as he managed to finally reach his limit. 

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[silassinclair]

Treasure (Dave Mustaine x Reader)

Summary: Kirk's girlfriend Y/n suspects him of cheating and Y/n feels insecure. But luckily Dave is here to be a shoulder to cry on. And maybe the devil on her shoulder too.

“No that’s not the riff bone head!” James said and clapped Dave upside the back of his head. “Maybe if you payed attention like Kirk you would have gotten it down by now.”

Dave snarled and glared at his soon to be replacement. He was sitting on the couch with his guitar in his arms playing the riff like it was nothing. What pissed Dave off more was that he wrote this song himself.

“Oh fuck off man. I wrote the damn song so give me a break, today’s just not my day alright.” The long haired ginger said and took a swig of the bottle of jack resting on the near coffee table.

“You see,” Lars cuts in, “That’s the problem right there.” He’s pointing at the bottle in Dave’s hand.

“What? What I can’t fuckin drink now? I’m not even drunk! Just a little tipsy is all. I’m stressed alright? Calm your tits Ulrich.” He slams the bottle back down on the table. He barely even took a sip.

“He’s right ya know? You’ve been slowing us down.” Kirk said as he looked up from his guitar. You sat idly by on the couch next to him, but not too close to get in the way of his playing. You were hugging yourself trying to make the short sleeves of your shirt extend down just a little farther. It was cold as hell in here.

Dave put his guitar down and marched up to your boyfriend Kirk. It was understandable why he was so mad. Kirk was the better player and Dave was slowing the band down, but he did contribute a lot in the songs written. If everyone else were just a little patient with Dave and told him to cut down instead of berating him then maybe things would be better than this.

“Say that again louder Hammet so I can have an excuse to beat your fucking face in.” Dave gripped at your boyfriend’s collar.

“Enough! Dave let him go. And Kirk stop getting under his skin!” You gently slapped Dave’s hand off Kirk and he slowly let him out of his grip. Kirk scoffed went back to picking at the strings of his guitar gently.

Dave turned to you with a small frown. Ever since Kirk joined he felt like he was slowly being replaced. But when Kirk came so did you, a beautiful ray of sunshine. He brought you to every practice. At this point you were the only reason why Dave would come to practice on time. The small conversations you two had would brighten the sour mood your boyfriend would put him in.

“Sorry Y/n.” Dave said and left the room. You followed after him. Kirk commanded you to come back but you only rolled your eyes. You found Dave on the balcony of the apartment smoking a cigarette.

“Hey Dave. I’m sorry about everything that’s happening. If this keeps up…”

"Yeah I know. I'm definitely going to be replaced Y/n. But I just don't know when."

Y/n gave him a sympathetic smile and rested her head on his shoulder. The outdoor summer breeze was calming but the sounds of the instruments and the guys inside could still be heard.

"You're shivering Y/n." Dave pointed out and flicked his cigarette butt off the balcony. "You have been since we've been inside too."

She looked up at Dave with her lips slightly parted. Has he always looked this.. pretty? "U-Uhm I'm not that cold, don't worry! It's my fault I wore short sleeves anyways even though I knew it would be pretty chilly out today."

"It's not your fault princess. Here-" He took off his jean jacket with numerous patches sewn on it. "Put this on you're shaking like a leaf. I can't believe your guy Hammett didn't notice sooner. What a pushover.." He mumbled the last part to himself but Y/n still heard it clear as day.

The young woman slipped his jacket on and it nearly swallowed her whole. It smelled like him though and she buried her face in the collar of it. Dave noticed this and smiled. Slowly, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Looking down at her again he saw a frown on her face.

"What's on your mind pretty girl? And don't say nothing because I see that lil bottom lip poppin out." His thumb came and brushed against her plump lip making her gasp in shock slightly.

"It's uh.." She rubbed the back of her neck. "It's stupid. You wouldn't wanna hear about it."

Dave grinned lightly. "Well I do wanna hear about it because it's clearly bothering you. Lay it to me flat, come on please." He begged with his pretty dark eyes. Y/n could never say no to him so she sighed tiredly.

"Fine.. It's Kirk." Her frown deepened while Dave stood there confused. Something in him clicked though.

"Is he hurting you? Because if he is I'll march in there and beat the living fuck out of him right no-"

"N-No No! Dave no it's not that. It's just the band is getting more popular and all and the album hasn't even been officially released yet. And whenever you guys go out to play and I just watch as so many women look at Kirk."

Y/n could feel the tears forming already but she continued. "I see the way he looks back at them too. When you guys make it big there's going to be so many women and I'm afraid that he'll just forget me. I don't even have much to offer. I'm insecure, I don't like having sex unless the lights are turned off, and I don't like big crowds. He's gonna dump me or cheat on me sooner or later Dave. I just know it."

A sniffle and then full on tears cascaded down Y/n's face. Her cheeks turning a rosy shade of her natural skin tone. It broke Dave's heart. But what broke him even more is that he knew most of what she said was true and that he's seen it. He saw Kirk and some woman take it to the changing room after a show. But everything Y/n said about herself made him love her even more.

"Look at me N/n." His hands went up to her warm face. His thumb wiped a tear off her face that was threatening to fall. "Kirk is a fucking moron. He doesn't see how much of a treasure you are. All your little quirks and habits are adorable and that's what makes you different from all the women that try and throw themselves at me and the guys. Kirk is a fucking dumbass for even letting you slip from his grip." His hand petted her head gently as he cooed her gently.

Y/n's cries were dying down little by little while her forehead rested on Dave's chest. "Thank you Dave. I dunno what I can do without you. If you ever leave the band I'll leave with you. I'll leave Kirk."

Dave's gentle strokes paused. "You'll really do that sweet thing? But I thought you loved Kirk?"

"I did. But I see the way he sends looks to other women. I just can't handle it anymore. I should just break up with him before I catch him in the act or if he dumps me."

Dave turned away to hide his dopey smile. Just imagining her breaking up with Kirk made him want to fucking dance. How he's waited for this day to come so he can come in to sweep you off your feet.

"Good idea princess. Now you wanna head back inside?"

"Sure."

The two came back inside and the instruments and talking stopped. James looked at Lars who looked at Kirk who looked at Y/n and Dave.

"Baby?" Kirk said quietly. "Your eyes are all puffy. Have you been crying?" He stood up from where he sat and walked up to her. His hands held her face as he looked at her puffy and swollen features. He also noticed the jacket that belonged to Dave was on her now.

"What does it look like captain obvious?" Dave snarled and crossed his arms. Kirk sent him a quick glare but went back to focusing on the task at hand, comforting his girl.

"Y/n." Kirk said quietly. "Tell me what's wrong please."

Y/n's mind was racing. When Kirk got all caring and sweet like this she couldn't help but fall into his arms again and forget anything negative he has ever done. But she knew she had to speak up and break up. This sweetness was only temporary. The pain he would soon leave her with would last long if she didn't break it off sooner.

"Kirk I-" She coughs. "Uhm. Ithinkweshouldbreakup."

Kirk looks at her with a quirked eyebrow. "Huh? I didn't hear you quite well baby could you say it again a little louder and slower?"

Y/n takes a deep breath in and looked him in the eyes. "I think we should break up Kirk." She said flatly and looked back down at her shoes. Kirk's thumb paused it's movement on her cheek.

"Are you serious?" Kirk said exasperated. "We've been together since early high school babe! You cannot be fucking serious right now. Did.. Did he fucking put you up to this shit?!" Kirk's hands left Y/n's face and went to grip the collar of Dave's t shirt. Dave just stood there with a stupid smirk.

"Kirk let go of him." Hearing her voice made his hands drop. He turned to her with tears of his own forming. "This isn't Dave's fault. It is yours. I see the way you look at women and groupies at shows. I've seen you buy them drinks and slip them your phone number. I can't do it anymore Kirk. I'm done."

Kirk stood in utter shock. He thought he was keeping it from her well enough. He still loved her but he liked to screw other women. Kirk's mind was racing for excuses.

"Don't bother man. I'm sorry but I'm with her on this." Lars cut in. James nodded in agreement. "I've seen you take women back to the changing room and I hear it too. I'm sick of it and I don't like that disloyal shit you pull. Y/n is a good girl and I don't want you pulling her along any more." James added.

Y/n felt like her heart just snapped. James just confirmed her worst nightmare. Dave noticed her trembling lip and pulled her into a hug from behind.

"We won't hold anything against you Kirk. You're still a great member of this band, even if you are a shit boyfriend. Well, were a shit boyfriend." Lars said with a shrug. "Don't let this get in the way of your playing though. You're still my friend."

Kirk's shoulders slumped. He fucked up and he got caught. There was no escaping this now. He just let the love of his life slip from his hold because of what? Lust? How pathetic.

"I'm sorry Y/n. I know you won't forgive me but-"

"No buts Hammett." Dave cut in with a frown. "I don't want to hear your pathetic ass try and guilt trip her. So we're leaving. Besides, you fuckers were practicing and clearly performing MY songs better without me. So I'm taking a break. See you all whenever."

Dave took Y/n by the hand, grabbed his guitar, and left the apartment.

When the door closed Y/n let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. "Dave that was crazy! I thought I was gonna die! But I did it! I didn't think I could but I did. Yeah I still feel like curling up into a ball and crying but I did it!"

Dave put his arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. They walked down the dark streets with no destination in mind. They just walked and talked.

"Hey since you're single.." Dave started. "You think you can give me a chance? Let me take you out on a date? Maybe the movies? Dinner? A walk in the park? Man I don't really know how date shit works so I'm kinda lost. I know it's really shitty of me to ask you since you just broke up with your longterm boyfriend but I've liked you ever since Hammett brought you to band practice with him. So mayb-"

Dave's ramble was cut off when he felt Y/n's soft lips on his. Her arms wrapping around his neck. He dropped his guitar case where he stood and gripped her sides with his rough and calloused hands.

Y/n broke off the kiss first and Dave chased her lips with his eyes still closed. Y/n giggled and separated their faces with her palm. "Slow down loverboy. We have all the time in the world for that."

Dave opened his eyes and his jaw nearly dropped. She looked so stunning in the light of the moon. Kirk was a fucking fool.

"I like you too Dave. A lot. How about dinner at my house? We can run to the grocery store for supplies?"

A dopey smile spread across the ginger's face. "Sounds good to me princess. I haven't had your cooking yet so I look forward to it."

He picked up his guitar and held Y/n's hand as they walked to the grocery store. Today was a new beginning. A new start in both their lives. When Dave was kicked from Metallica Y/n was there to help him rebuild again. Y/n never left his side even when he went through the worst of his addiction. She never once gave up on him, and he never let her go.

Even with all the beautiful women that came and went during tours he never batted them an eye when he had his gorgeous, lovely, girlfriend. When he proposed with a ring-pop during a drunken night in a hotel she cried and said yes. When he proposed with a real ring a week later her soul just about left her body.

When Dave went sober Y/n praised him all the way. She was so proud of his breakthrough. To this day the two are still head over heels for each other.

#dave mustaine #megadeth #metallica #dave mustaine x reader #kirk hammett x reader #metallica x reader #megadeth x reader #kirk hammett

[grazillaa]

do dave mustaine nsfw headcanons please! ily

no problem love ✿

-i feel like younger dave would be quite aggressive in general, but also in bed. he’d like it fast and rough

-on the flip side of that, i could also see younger dave as a power bottom for sure

-eventually he’d grow up and get more invested in making sex fun and interesting rather than fucking just for the sake of it

-now once dave becomes a real legitimate adult, he’s much more considerate and even kinder

-he’s still rough, definitely, but he’s got a soft spot for you and he wants to take care of you, so he always makes sure you’re comfortable and having a good time during and after

-kink wise, i think one of his biggest kinks would be you being much smaller than him, the concept of him being able to manhandle you any way he wants makes him feral

-i could definitely be convinced that he has a hair pulling kink too

-if he notices you acting up and being bratty, he loves getting to put you back in your place. he likes having power over you in that way

-i think it’s also important to add that he’s certainly one to be very loud during sex. i just know it.

-it could be that he’s obsessed with praising you because he loves to feel you get excited when he calls you names like ‘good girl’

-or it could be completely the opposite, and when he’s saying mean, degrading things, he knows you’ll want to do anything to make up for whatever you did that caused him to say those things

-literally any noises you make never fail to drive him crazy as well

-aftercare wise, i think after he really does become more experienced, he knows how to calm you down and settle you after an intense session

-he’s really sweet and will do anything for you to make sure you feel safe and comfortable with him

i tried my best i hope it’s ok <3 thanks for the ask nonnie

✿

#dave mustaine #dave mustaine headcannons #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #megadeth x reader #80s metal #80s music #90s music #megadeth #ask

[r0syr3a]

Pink markers and cigarettes

Bad Boy! Dave x Innocent reader

(Dave isn't in a band for this :))

Genre: Fluff

Words: 340

author note: this is inspired by @dave-me0wstaine and her "Bad Boy! Dave" works. I hope y'all enjoy! <3

You were laid out on the floor with your new coloring book and a pack of markers while Dave smoked a cigarette on the couch. He swore that you were the sweetest thing he had ever seen, he thought he must've been the luckiest man alive to have such a perfect girl as you.

"Whatcha colorin' over there, princess?" Dave asked before he put out his cigarette and he squatted next to you.

"A butterfly! I'm coloring it pink and purple but I don't know what color to make the flower it's sitting on." You turn to face him. "What do you think, Davey?"

He smiles at the nickname before brushing a hand through your hair. "Hm, how red and orange?"

Your eyes brighten and a smile grows on your face. "You are so smart, Davey! I love you." You sit up on your elbows and give him a small kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, sweet angel. I love you most." He smiles as you turn back to your page and he places a kiss on the top of your head. "My sweet sweet angel." He whispers as he runs his hand through your hair once more before going to sit back on the couch.

"Wait, where you goin'?" You move to sit on your heels and look up at him. "Come back and color with me?" You ask with big eyes as you grab the red and orange markers and hand them to him.

He lets out a chuckle before sitting down next to you. "Of course, baby, whatever you want. Where should I start?"

You smile at him before showing him where you want him to color. "I'm gonna go get my glitter pens, you start on the petals." You quickly stand up and run to your desk. He sat there with a smile as he took the cap off the orange marker and started to color the petals.

You two sat on the floor for the rest of the night until you both finished the page.

#megadeth #megadeth x reader #megadeth fanfic #dave mustaine #dave mustaine imagine #megadeth imagine #megadeth fluff #dave mustaine fanfic #dave mustaine fluff #rosywrites

[metalbrojack]

Late 80s/early 90s Dave with a partner whose in a black metal band…(true Norwegian black metal…)

I imagine they speak Norwegian or Swedish

Giving him kisses with corpse paint on so it smears onto his face <3

You could say anything in your native language and he’d be over the moon, imagine one time you called him a rat and he was just like, “oh thanks sweetie:)” he is so silly

Before you started dating your band kinda had a rivalry between megadeth. You guys met during a festival thing (thinking like ozzfest kinda) and you started developing a crush on him…

When you do start dating he likes to make sure you are taken care of. If you’re more quiet he learns your body language to tell when you’re uncomfortable.

He wants you to do his makeup like yours so bad, he’s begging you all the time:((do it or else I’ll cry)

Sometimes when you kiss his neck and stuff, you guys forget that you have makeup on and he’ll have it all over his neck </3

If you get too tired to take your makeup off after a performance he’ll gladly do it for you, being all gentle and sweet

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I THOUGHT OF THIS DURING CLASS<33

Tell me ur thoughts too if you want. I might make a whole fic🫶

#metalbrojack #megadeth x reader #megadeth #dave mustaine #thrash metal #black metal

[toobz-drawz]

Requests

Hi, random people. I’m now taking requests since it’s the summer and frankly I have nothing to do. -Fandoms/Bands I can write about: 1. KISS 2. Metallica 3. Megadeth 4. Poison 5. Mötley Crüe (I don’t mind whatever people I get asked to write about.) -What I can write about: 1. Smut 2. Fluff 3. More Smut (Honestly I have no limit when it comes to writing unless it’s some weird ass kink, but other than that I’m good.)

#kiss #kiss band #kiss x reader #Metallica #metallica x reader #Megadeth #megadeth x Reader #poison band #poison band x Reader #Poison x Reader #motley crue #motley crue x reader

[dave-me0wstaine]

ever since i read a post on here a while ago about dilf! dave with a younger gf i have not been the same and quite frankly, i need to write about it before i combust

summary: reader is being a brat, and dave is not having it. (also dave is kinda sorta really mean?)

nsfw under the cut!

ok so let's say you meet dave in his mid forties, while you yourself are in your mid twenties. this relationship is quite different from dave's previous ones. for one, he's a lot more mature, a lot more subdued; he's not as impulsive or unruly as he was in his youth. secondly, he's (arguably) become more patient, which, incidentally, makes him an excellent brat tamer.

granted, dave doesn't have to tame you often; especially considering he treats you like a princess. he takes you out on dates, buys you nice things (even if you whine and tell him not to spend his money on you), makes sure you feel loved and cared for. he basically treats you as if you hung the stars in the sky. you're his pride and joy, his baby.

if this wasn't enough, dave fucks you good too. any way you ask for it, he'll give it to you; if you want it gentle, he's pulling you into the missionary position or spooning you, giving you gentle deep thrusts as he whispers words of praise. if you want it rough, dave's yanking your hair, manhandling you into all sorts of positions, pushing your head down so he can shove his cock unapologetically down your throat; the whole nine yards. usually though, dave only gets rough with you whenever you're being a brat.

it's not often that you decide to be bratty, but usually it comes after a show, when you're tired and ready to go home, or when you're out and a girl comes up to get an autograph, and begins not-so-subtly flirting with him. other times, it's simply because you want to get a rise out of him. and this was one of those times.

you and dave are spending precious time together at home, watching a movie and sitting on the couch. usually, you're cuddled up underneath his big arm, but tonight you decide to curl up at the complete opposite end of the couch. dave, who's just come home from tour a few weeks ago, doesn't like the lack of physical contact.

"c'mere, honey." dave mutters, reaching his hand out to touch your outstretched leg. in response, you curl your leg back towards you, dave's finger tips barely gliding against your bare leg. a decidedly bratty, slightly mean-spirited thing to do, you think to yourself.

"don't wanna," you huff out. it's childish, you're aware, but you really want to see how much you can work dave up. usually he has a bit more patience with you, however, today, unbeknownst to you, his patience is thin.

"fix your attitude." dave says, a stern look on his face. part of you already wants to fold, to be his good girl and curl up next to him, give him gentle kisses all over his face. but again, you want to see just how far you can push him.

so, you dramatically turn your nose up at him, and respond, "fix it for me."

instantly the mood changes. dave's arm shoots out to grab your calf and yanks your leg, pulling your body into a laying position on the couch.

"i didn't ask you. i told you." dave grits out. your eyes widen in surprise. "fix. your. attitude." deciding to test your luck, you hesitantly shake your head no in response.

"no?" dave's voice lilts in a condescending tone. he seemingly gives you one more chance to speak, to say something to quell his anger, but you stay wide-eyed and silent.

dave's face darkens with a mix of lust and anger, and for a fleeting moment, you're scared. but that fear soon turns into a heat that pools between your legs.

"you're gonna regret this little attitude of yours, i hope you know." dave smirks, and tangles a fist in your hair to yank you up from your laying position.

"get up." he hisses, and with his fist in your hair, he guides you over his knee and instructs you to pull your pajama pants down.

with your torso over his knee, it's hard to get your pants down in the awkward position, but dave only pulls your hair harder, snapping "hurry up. i don't have all fuckin' day, slut."

as soon as your pants are down, dave's landing harsh, heavy-handed smacks to your ass, making you squirm in his grip.

"the fuck's gotten into you, huh? you just wanted me to be rough with you? is that it?" dave growls out, "decided to be a bitch so i'd show this pretty pussy of yours some attention?"

"m not bein' a bitch," you whine out, "you are." you mumble, mostly to yourself, but dave hears your backtalk.

"you really don't know when to shut the fuck up, do you whore?" dave snarls, and spreads your legs apart. before you can dig yourself into an even deeper hole, he starts delivering rough, hard slaps to your pussy.

your whines rise in pitch, and you feel tears begin to prick in your eyes from the mix of pain and pleasure. in vain, you try to wriggle from his grasp, to block his hands from your heat, but he just swats them away and growls at you to be still. but suddenly, it what seems to be an act of mercy, dave stops, and begins rubbing the heated flesh of your backside.

"aww, does it hurt, baby?" he coos in a condescending tone, but your too delirious with pain and pleasure to realize it.

"mmhm," you sniffle, nodding your head.

"good, it's supposed to." dave sneers, and begins smacking your ass and cunt once more. "you think you can just give me attitude and get away with it? huh, you little slut?" he questions, but you're so far gone already all you can do is cry and attempt to blubber out an apology.

"p-please!! daddy, m'sorry, i didn't mean to," you cry out. despite your initial commitment to being a brat, with the hits dave is delivering to your ass and clit, your stubbornness quickly determinations into submission.

"well, you should've thought about that before you opened that mouth of yours," dave replies in a condescending tone. however, to your surprise, dave decides to show you mercy, and sinks his fingers deep into your cunt as he's rubbing the battered skin of your backside.

"m'sorry.." you whimper, big hot tears running down your cheeks.

dave coos at you once more, this time in a genuine way. "i know, baby. but you've learned your lesson, haven't you?".

before he can even finish his sentence, you're frantically nodding his head. "mmhm! m'your good girl, promise!" you babble in his lap. if he weren't so turned on, dave might've laughed at your pathetic state. instead, all he could feel was a surge of pride that he had reduced you to such a state in such a short amount of time.

"i know, baby, you just had to be reminded of that, huh sweetheart?" he says, pushing your curled body off of his lap. before you can pout at the loss of contact, dave gestures to the bed, "why don't you lay on your back for me, pretty?."

this time, dave does laugh, watching as you scramble to lay on the bed, just as he asked of you. he crawls on top of you, and lays in between your legs. he craddles your head in his hands, placing soft, gentle kisses to your skin; a stark contrast to his rough actions only moments earlier.

"you're so pretty when you cry." dave mumbles, almost to himself. you nuzzle your face into the side of one of his hands, and gasp as you feel the head of dave's cock run through your wet folds.

as he slowly slides his cock inside of you, you begin rambling once more. "thank you, f-fuck, thank you,". however, you're gratefulness doesn't last long, as dave sets a brutal, unforgiving pace.

"f-fuck! s'too much, please," you whine, feebly pushing your hands against his lower torso in an attempt to push him away. if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was in your stomach with how deep he's thrusting into you. it's all too much to handle, especially after his rather rough spanking. it'd be a miracle if you could sit tomorrow, much less walk. much to your dismay, dave simply swats your hands away, and hikes your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half.

"what? did you think i'd let you get off with only a spanking? after talking to me like you did?" dave smirks at your widening eyes of realization, that the punishment has only just begun.

#this took forever to complete but its finally done!! #dave mustaine #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine fanfiction #megadeth #megadeth fanfiction #megadeth smut #megadeth x reader

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

can you write about dave mustaine watching the fem!reader touching herself through a small space in the bedroom door, and then decides to take the reader by surprise and helps her with his big hands?

A/n: I love size differences, maybe because I'm short but just the thought of it even in a domestic sense like cuddling and stuff, I love it. Dave is half a foot taller than me so I very much enjoyed writing this lol

Warnings: Smut, fingering (f receiving), masturbation, squirting, if you think I missed something please let me know otherwise enjoy :3

You had been living with your parents for your whole life, bouncing between jobs but nothing ever seemed to stick. Thankfully, your parents were happy to have you around and understood the situation.

Everyday you would check the newspaper for job openings, you’d walk around town and hand in your resume.

One fateful day you were walking around. You were getting down on yourself pretty hard, all your friends had jobs, some had families. You were trying harder than anyone and it seemed to be getting you nowhere. Of course it just had to start raining.

Without an umbrella your only hope was to find a newspaper stand. There was one nearby and you got a random newspaper to hold over your head as you made your way back home. It wasn’t that far so the paper didn’t get soaked all the way through, you thanked your lucky stars.

You got your shoes off and headed into the kitchen. You fell onto a chair at the dining table and dropped the newspaper onto the table before planting your head beside it, completely drained.

Your mom came over and sat beside you, rubbing your back in a comforting manner. She looked over the newspaper and saw a job citing. “What about this one?” She asked, pointing to the small column asking for a tour manager, someone to help get this band you’ve never heard of what they wanted when they wanted it or something. They were paying a fair price and the criteria seemed easy enough so you gave it a shot and called the number. I man answered, walked you through the interview and like that you were hired.

You’ve now been working with Megadeth, an up and coming thrash metal band, for a few weeks now. You’ve been on tour for a week or two, everything has been going great and you were happy to be with this job. The band was nice, anytime anyone ever gave you any trouble they were right there with you, a group of menacing fellows who weren’t afraid to throw more than a few hits.

You were in your room the night before an early flight. The lead singer of the band had a suit and offered you the spare room because he didn’t want you having to pay for a whole room when he had a perfectly fine empty one, his words. That ‘spare’ room you took was supposed to be the bassists room, for whatever reason he decided to give Dave the whole room.

Whatever the reason you didn’t care all too much, you were more than happy to not have to pay for your own room.

You felt that this was finally working out for you, after all your struggle and hard work you’d finally made something, a good something. While lying in bed you figured you deserved a treat, a reward for doing so good.

You slid your hand under your waistband and into your panties, a nice lacey thing you got for yourself as another treat. Feel good, look good, right?

Your fingers circled your clit and teased your hole. Your body was so hot from the excitement you’d been keeping from it for so long that now every touch just drove you crazy.

Dave’s room was right beside yours, he couldn’t quite hear what you were doing but the walls were thin enough that he could hear you rustling around. There had been times during the tour that you guys had to take a flight, fairy or bus ride through the night and Dave had caught you up at unreasonable hours more than once so he figured it was just that, you couldn’t sleep and were tossing and turning to find a comfortable position that didn’t seem to exist.

He got out of bed and made his way to your room. The door was opened a crack and he could see you moving around on your bed. The way your fingers sunk into your hole, the way your back arched and your legs stretched out. He saw all of that, the way you pleased yourself.

He never planned on admitting it to you, he swears, but he didn’t hire you because of the interview. He hired you because of your voice, he didn’t think a more beautiful voice could exist and he knew your looks would match.

Before the tour started he found himself thinking of you late at night, he’d end up in the same predicament that you were in right now. His underwear bunched around his ankles, legs spread apart as he pumped his hand up and down his shaft.

He was given an opportunity right now as he watched you. He was already hardening in his pants at the idea of helping you get off. Your hands just weren’t cutting it, his hands were bigger, calloused from playing the guitar for years.

He opened the door and let himself in. You immediately went to cover yourself, tugging the blanket over your exposed body as fast as you could but it was far too late.

Dave paid no mind to it and just walked over to the bed as you tried to straighten yourself out. “Davie, I-It’s not what you think, I was just-”

“Shh, just let me help you.” Dave said with a soft smile. He sat beside you on the bed, putting an arm around your shoulder and pulling you to him. He slowly peeled the blanket off of you, revealing your naked body all for him.

Dave moved behind you, letting you lean back against his chest and he wrapped his arms around you. His one hand went to your chest, groping your chest and pinching your nipples while the other went to your cunt.

He toyed with your swollen clit a bit before pushing a finger in you. Your back arched against him and he loved it. He pumped his finger in and out of you, curling inside you and pushing against your gummy walls, searching for that perfect spot that made you see stars. When he found it he made sure to hit it over and over again.

Your mouth fell open in a waterfall of moans. His finger stretched you out more than your own did, the callouses felt so much better as they prodded your sensitive flesh. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.” Dave whispered in your ear. “Just couldn’t get yourself off, could you? Needed help, didn’t you?” You nodded, bucking your hips into his hand.

“Yes! Yes, fuck, yes, please!” You cried, gripping his arm tightly. Dave chuckled at you and stuck another finger into your hole, making your eyes shoot open and roll to the back of your head. Your body shook as it was taken over by climax, one you hadn’t seen coming until it coated your body.

It took you several moments to figure out why Dave was smiling so proudly down at the sheets. It wasn’t until you gained back your composure enough to look and see that you’d squirted all over the hotel mattress, soaking the sheets and comforter. Your eyes widened at the mess but Dave just chuckled. “What a pretty girl.”

#dave mustaine #dave mustaine smut #megadeth #megadeth fanfiction #megadeth smut #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine fanfiction #megadeth imagines #megadeth x reader

[mustainegf]

Angry Again

Pairing: Dave Mustaine x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, angry sex, praise

Word Count: 2.5k

I knew Dave was pissed off. It was never hard to tell. He’d get all huffy and quiet, roll his eyes while running his hand through his hair, and then angrily pluck at his guitar. It was the same every time.

Tonight, he was especially angry. I'd never seen him so mad before and it scared me a little bit. I knew Dave would never do anything to hurt me, I’d just never seen him so upset.

He was pissed about Metallica—because of course he was. They had been dragging him around in the press quite a bit as of recent. While Dave had definitely done his fair share of badmouthing, that didn’t change his fiery temper.

"Fucking hell, Dave," I said. "What's gotten into you?" He didn't respond; he just kept on plucking his guitar and scowling at the floor as if the world were a source of great displeasure to him. “Come on, how can I help?” I sat down next to him on the couch.

He looked at me, his eyes dark and angry. Instead of answering my question, he just huffed in anger. "Fucking Metallica," he said through gritted teeth as if I'd asked him to explain the entirety of their career in one sentence. "I know sweetheart... but there’s nothing we can do," I sighed. "They're such pricks, Lars can never keep his stupid little mouth shut." He hissed.

I knew he was gonna die on this hill, and I wondered what I could possibly do to ease his nerves. "Dave, I know you're upset but..." He cut me off. "I'm not upset, I just hate them." He said. I fought the urge to chuckle at his blatant lie. It was clear he wasn't gonna budge on this one so I decided to try a different tactic.

“Honey, you’re stressing too much,” I reached over, slowly rubbing my hand over his chest. "You're always so tense, I know you hate them but they aren't worth it." He took a deep breath and looked at me. I gently let my hand fall from his chest to his thigh, slowly inching closer to his groin. I was beginning to get an idea of how I could get his mind off of this.

"Dave, you're so tense. Let me help." I said as my hand reached his groin and began to rub it gently through the fabric of his jeans. He let out a deep breath but didn't say anything in response, at least not yet. “Stop, I know what you’re trying to do. I’m not in the mood.” He grumbled. I looked at him, my hand still on his groin.

"You're always in the mood." He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes as he continued to play with no real purpose or direction. “I told you I’m not in the mood.” He glared at me. I knew he wanted to, he just wouldn’t admit it to himself, he had too much pride. “Aww, too busy thinking about Metallica?” I jutted my lip out, fake pouting.

Dave's eyes were sharp as they watched me. “Don’t” he forced out. I knew he was still mad, but his cock didn't care. It was already hardening under my hand as it strained against the fabric of his jeans and boxers. I tilted my head, still ‘pouting’.

Dave snapped, harshly setting his guitar down before grabbing me. He grunted softly, firmly holding me as he swiftly made his way to our bedroom. I giggled, enjoying the way he was so rough with me. I knew I had won, but it was now his turn to have his fun.

He flung our bedroom door open and slammed it close as he tossed me onto our bed. I squealed, laughing as he climbed on top of me. He roughly grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one hand while the other trailed down to my crotch.

"You’re such a brat huh?” He growled. I let out a soft moan as he began to grind his crotch against mine, rubbing me through the fabric of our clothes with desperate precision. "Think you’re gonna get away with this?” He snarled. I let out a small moan as he continued to grind against me.

"Fine, I’ll give you what you want. But you’re gonna take whatever I give you, yeah?" He growled, roughly grinding his cock into my heat through our clothes. I nodded, moaning softly as he continued to push against me.

"You're such a brat." He growled again before leaning down and roughly kissing my neck with bruising force. He was fueled purely by lust and rage. I let out a loud moan, my hands reaching up to grab his head as he continued kissing me.

"Fuck, Dave." I let out. He growled as he continued to grind against me with more force and intensity than before.

Daves needy hands found the hem of my shirt, pulling it off of me impossibly fast. He threw it to the side. He roughly grabbed my bra, pulling it off of me with the same speed and need. I let out a surprised gasp as he roughly grabbed my tits, squeezing them with desperation.

He let his fingernails dig in just slightly, enough to leave pinkish scratches. He pushed his long hair back, his mouth darting to the plush sensitive flesh. I let out a loud groan as he began to suck on my nipple, his teeth gently scraping it on purpose. "Oh..." I whined.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust. "You like that?" I nodded quickly as he continued to suck on my nipple and play with the other one in between squeezing them both roughly. "Fuck, I love it."

Dave’s hands trailed down to my jeans and began unbuttoning them with a desperate need that made me beg softly in anticipation of what was about to come next.

He yanked my jeans off of me, throwing them to the side. He wrapped his thumbs around my panties, practically ripping them off of me. “Always so pretty for me, yeah?” Dave groaned, softly kissing my throbbing clit. I let out a surprised gasp as he roughly grabbed both ankles and pulled them up so that they were on his shoulders.

"Dave…" He kissed and nipped down my ankles and shins, leaving love marks on my shuddering skin. "I'm gonna give you what you want, but I get to do whatever the fuck I like." He growled.

Dave sat up, my legs falling from his shoulders. He hastily pulled off his t-shirt, his toned body now on full display to my hungry eyes. I licked my lips, watching him as he roughly pulled off his jeans. He threw them to the side before grabbing me by both ankles again.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, I bet you’d like that huh?” I ogled at the man before me, his hands viscously stripping himself of his boxers. His erection sprang up as he roughly grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. He was going quick, I could see how badly he wanted this. He needed it.

"You want this?" He growled before spitting onto his hand for more lubrication. "Yes." I whined desperately. He smiled, his eyes dark with lust. "You're gonna take it." I nodded quickly as he roughly grabbed my ankles and spread them wide open for him to see me in all of my ‘glory’.

“Look at you,” he scoffed, glancing between my face of submission and my dripping core. He was amused with how hopeless I was, he’d hardly even touched me and I was already soaked. “So horny huh, all just because of me?” He snarled, kissing down my breasts.

I groaned, brushing his long orange locks away to see his face. He was so handsome. He always had been.

My body was begging for any sort of friction, my hand finding my clit. I teased myself with small circles, but the relief didn’t last long until Dave noticed. "What the fuck are you doing?" He growled, grabbing my hand and stopping me. I whined as he pushed it away from myself.

“You were the one who wanted this so bad, can’t keep your hands away?” He watched me smugly. He sat up slowly, pulling my hands together before holding my wrists down above my head with only one of his hands. I had no control, he was too strong.

He brushed his curls back, smirking down at me. Daves free hand found his hard cock, forcing me to watch as he pleased himself. "You want it?" He growled. I nodded hastily, my eyes glued to his hand as he stroked himself slowly and deliberately in front of me.

“Let me hear you,” he grinned, his hand quickening. I watched as precum leaked from his tip and dripped onto my stomach. "Please," I whined. He groaned, his hand quickening even more as he watched me squirm beneath him. His eyes were dark with lust and need for release.

"Louder, I can’t hear you." I whined, my eyes glued to his hand. "Please!" He smiled cruelly at me before grabbing the base of himself and jerking off in front of me with a rougher pace than he had been using earlier. “Come on baby, convince me you deserve it.” He spoke lowly. I whined, my eyes glued to his hand.

"Please, please let me have it. I need you so bad." I pleaded as he continued to jerk himself off in front of my face. My eyes were wide with desperation and arousal at the sight before me. “Good…” he muttered, nudging up to line his cock with me. He was still holding my hands above my head.

“Yes, yes… Dave…” I begged quietly. Dave only grinned at this, chuckling to himself. "You're so needy, aren't you?" He teased. I nodded quickly as he positioned himself at my entrance and firmly pushed into me with a groan of pleasure from both him and myself.

“I’ll let go of your hands when I’m done,” he grunted, his hips showing me no mercy. I knew this would de-stress him, and it seemed to be quickly doing the trick.

He was quick to get into a rhythm, his hips slamming against me with undeniable force. I whined and moaned as he used my body for release from the stress of that stupid fucking band—Metallica.

I knew he would cum quickly, seeing as he teased me by jerking himself off. I knew he was purely after his own orgasm first.

He was rough with me, his hands gripping my wrists tightly as he held them above my head.

He mercilessly fucked me, holding me down as he did as he pleased. I moaned and whined in pleasure at the feeling of him using me for release. I didn't mind, not one bit. He was just using me for his own pleasure and that turned me on even more than he already did. I knew he cared about my own pleasure as well, but I was willing to let him do what he wanted this time, so he could blow off his pent up steam.

He groaned as my walls clenched around him in a tight grip of ecstasy. His thrusts were becoming increasingly sloppy, and I knew what was on its way.

"Fuck, fuck... I'm gonna cum." He grunted. His hips shoved into me one last time before he pulled out and jerked himself off in front of my face again as his hot seed spilled over the skin around my pussy lips.

I was still desperate for my own orgasm, I was willing to do anything that might bring me any sort of pleasure. I dragged my finger through his puddle of cum that dropped down my slit. I brought my finger to my mouth, sucking off the salty taste. “That taste good?” He asked slyly. I nodded with a grin back up at him.

His hand around my wrists loosened, allowing me to bring my arms back down. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down to me, bringing my lips up against his. He growled into the kiss as he tasted himself on my tongue.

“You still needa cum?” He asked. His voice was deep and husky as my vision was darkened with the shadow of his body overtop of me. I nodded quickly, my eyes glued to his. Dave shifted, grabbing my hips and switching places with me.

I was now on top of him, his cock still throbbing. "Ride it out, pretty." He commanded in a low voice as he thrust up into me with a force that I wasn’t expecting. I cried out in rapture, my hands finding his chest as he continued to thrust up into me.

"Fuck, you’re always tighter the 2nd time around,” he grinned viciously. I bounced along with his lazy thrusts, my hands grabbing at his chest for support. I could feel his hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he continued to thrust up into me. His hungry gaze was locked on my bouncing breasts.

"You like it when I look at you like this?" He asked. I nodded quickly, my eyes glued to his as he continued to thrust up into me. "Yeah? You like being watched?" He growled. I nodded again, my eyes rolling back as he continued to thrust up into me. "You like being watched while you ride my dick?" He asked in his deep voice that shot shivers down my spine and straight between my legs.

“I’m gonna cum…” I cried out, my forehead falling to his sweaty shoulder. One of his hands found the back of my head, softly caressing my hair. "That's it, baby... cum for me." He growled. I cried out as my orgasm hit me in a flood of euphoria that left me weak at the knees. He groaned as my walls clenched around him, milking his cock for all it was worth.

"Fuck... fuck..." he grunted out as I continued to ride the wave of pleasure that washed over me in a torrential downpour. He groaned as he shot his load deep inside of me. I fell forward, my forehead resting against the side of his neck and shoulder.

"Dave..." I whimpered. He kissed the top of my head, his hands running up and down my back as he slowly softened inside me. "You okay?" He asked softly after a few minutes had passed by in silence between us both. I nodded against his chest, my eyes closed as he slowly softened inside me. "Yeah... that was amazing."

He chuckled softly at the sound of my voice in awe and amazement. "Still angry?” I asked with a tired chuckle. He chuckled back, his fingers trickling up and down my spine. "No... I'm good." He said.

I slowly shifted, his cock slipping out of me with a wet sound that made us both chuckle softly.

I sat my head up with what energy I had left, peering down at the beautiful man below me. “I knew it would make you feel better,” I giggled, running my knuckles past his cheek. His short stumble tickling my skin.

“You know me too well,” Dave shrugged. “So next time you’re angry at Metallica…” I trailed off, watching his calm face as he listened with intent. “You’ve got me in your bed, and they don’t.”

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫: 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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✦ on this chapter: NSFW!!!, james hetfield x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, grief, mxf sex, unprotected sex

✦ a/n: The epilogue's finally here! As I said before, I had to split it into a few parts because it turned out really long and I wanted to tie all loose ends lol I haven't finished writing it yet, but I'll try to keep posting twice a week. Many things will have changed in this, since it's set mostly in 1992. We will have some flashbacks, but I dated all the parts so it wouldn't get confusing. Hope you enjoy the read, feedback is welcome! ❤

December 31, 1991

San Francisco in December hit me with that familiar chill as soon as I stepped off the plane; I quickly slipped on my gloves and shrugged into my coat, letting out a sigh as the cold nipped at my nose and fogged up my breath. It felt weird being back after so long, back to the city where I'd lived, loved, and grown up all those years ago.

I’d bid farewell to San Francisco two years back when my art career started picking up steam, making the move to LA seem like the logical next step. Coming back to the city stirred up a pain that ran deep in my bones — a constant reminder of the happiness I once knew but could never quite recapture, a bittersweet flashback to all I'd experienced — and all that had slipped away.

Lars had invited friends and family for a massive bash at his vacation home, ringing in the end of the year and welcoming 1992 with a bang. I had a hunch the extravagant party had something to do with his recent divorce, after a rushed marriage which had barely lasted two years. He'd even sent his driver, Simon, to scoop me up from the airport.

It was a relief not to have to wrangle a taxi amidst the chaos of folks flying in for the last flights before New Year's Eve. Slipping into the Jaguar, I peeled off my sunglasses with a sigh; those shades had become my shield against being recognized in the last few months. Ever since I'd started doing TV gigs, getting spotted by strangers and paparazzi was becoming a regular thing. It came with the territory, sure, but sometimes, a girl just wanted a little peace and quiet.

"Good afternoon, Miss Burton," Simon greeted me with a smile as I hopped into the car, and I shot one right back at him. "Mr. Ulrich was really looking forward to your arrival."

"Thanks, Simon. Are the others already there?" I inquired, my gaze drifting out the window as we cruised away from the airport.

"Yes, Mr. Hammett and Mr. Newsted are. Mr. Hetfield will show up later; I'll swing back to get him after dropping you off. And Miss Summers won't be joining us."

I let out a sigh. Ever since Cliff had passed, Leanne had drifted away from the group, moving to another city and cutting most ties. She said it hurt too much to stick around — too many reminders of him . I got where she was coming from and harbored no hard feelings, but her absence had definitely put some distance between us over the years.

"Well, I'll have to shoot her a call later and wish her a Happy New Year," I mused absentmindedly. "Do you know if my aunt and uncle are gonna make it?"

"Yes, I'll pick them up later," Simon replied, earning a small smile from me. Despite Cliff's passing hitting us all hard, Aunt Jan and Uncle Ray had been a steady presence for me and the guys. They'd practically become like second parents to all of us over the years, always there in the Metallica routine, whether it was on the professional front or at family and friends' get-togethers.

It took us a bit to roll up to Lars' vacation home, a big old mansion tucked away in one of San Francisco’s most expensive neighborhoods, a far cry from the tiny house we used to live in back in the day. Simon pulled up at the main entrance; the door was wide open, and I caught a glimpse of the staff buzzing around, putting the final touches on the shindig. Judging by the crates of booze being unloaded, this was gonna be more than just a cozy New Year's bash with a few friends.

"Thanks for the ride, Simon," I said, grabbing my bag and popping open the car door. "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Miss."

It didn't take me long to spot Lars; the moment I stepped into the foyer, there he was, barking orders to his assistant at lightning speed, champagne glass already in hand. I couldn't help but grin; classic Lars, hitting the booze before anyone else. He turned my way at the sound of my footsteps echoing on the polished floor, breaking into a smile as he strode over.

"Nore!" he exclaimed, pulling me into a bear hug. "I'm so stoked you made it."

"Hey, Lars," I grinned, returning the hug. It had been a hot minute since I'd seen him or any of the guys; 1991 had been a whirlwind for all of us, and work had pretty much consumed our lives at warp speed.

"How was the trip? Did Simon take good care of you?"

"Yeah, it was smooth sailing. Simon's a pro, always has been. But seriously, Lars, you shouldn't have him grinding away on the last day of the year."

"Oh, he's getting compensated handsomely for it, don't you worry. Hey, you remember your way around the house, right? Kirk and Jason are probably chilling in the sauna. Oh, Allie!" Lars called out to his assistant, a dark-haired girl who looked eager to please. "Got the guest list handy? Can you show our girl here where she'll be crashing tonight?" Allie nodded briskly, and Lars flashed me a smile, turning back to me. "Party kicks off at 9 PM, so I'm just tying up loose ends. Make yourself comfy, grab some grub if you're hungry, alright? Consider the place your own."

I trailed after Allie to my room, a fancy suite with a king-size bed that looked like it had never been slept in. Lars always had a flair for the extravagant, but Metallica's success in recent years seemed to have kicked that into overdrive; his new vacation house was straight-up lavish, with more rooms than I could count, a massive pool, a sauna, and even a private movie theater.

I decided to chill in my room until the party kicked off; as much as I was itching to catch up with everyone, I was straight-up wiped out. Lately, I'd been craving more time alone, away from the chaos of the ragers my friends used to live for. But hey, I knew we'd all cross paths eventually, and sure enough, when I finally made my grand entrance, one of the first faces I spotted was Kirk's, rolling in with James, who apparently had arrived while I was hiding out.

"Nore!" Kirk grinned, pulling me into a hug. I chuckled, hugging him back. "Damn, you're looking good!"

"Thanks, Kirk. It's all Lars' doing; he picked out the dress," I replied, nodding at the long red number I was sporting. I’d found it laid out on the bed in my room with a note telling me to rock it for the night. I eyed Kirk's suit, a slick navy number with gold accents. "You're looking sharp yourself."

"Yeah, that's all Lars' handiwork too. Dude's on a mission to throw the ultimate party. But hey, who am I to complain? There's champagne!" Kirk chuckled, clinking his glass against mine.

"Hey, Nore." I glanced up at the sound of his voice, meeting James' intense blue gaze. A faint smile tugged at my lips; being around him always stirred up a whirlwind of emotions that were hard to untangle. Love, sure, but also heartache. It stung, yet it felt oddly comforting. Like coming home.

"Hi, James," I greeted him softly. Kirk shot us a quick look.

“Well, I'm gonna go track down our host. Catch you guys later!" He excused himself. I watched Kirk saunter off, a slight jolt running through me as James' hand landed on the small of my back.

"Have you grabbed a bite to eat yet? Lars said you got here before me," he murmured, his voice low. I looked up at him, seeing his eyes scanning the crowd of guests, a champagne flute in his other hand.

"Not yet."

"Want me to snag something for you? Lars went all out with the spread this time."

"I'm good, James." 

"Didn't drag your boyfriend along to the party?" he quipped, and I couldn't help but snort.

"What boyfriend?"

"That... Brian guy? I dunno, it's hard to keep up with all the dudes you've cycled through since we split," he remarked, a hint of irony dancing in his eyes. I furrowed my brow; was he joking or dead serious? It was getting tougher to read James these days.

"If you wanna know if I'm seeing someone, just ask," I shot back sharply. He let out a sardonic laugh and rolled his eyes. I held his gaze. "And what about your 'Nothing Else Matters' chick? She bailed on the party?"

"I ended things with her," he replied, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone. "And I've told you that song wasn't about her."

"Then who was it about?"

"Do I really need to spell it out?" he growled, stepping closer. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze head-on. James and I had been locked in this dance for a while now, his anger clashing with my pain like sparks flying. It didn't shock me that Kirk wanted no part of our little reunion.

"I'm gonna go track down Lars," I tossed back dryly before strutting off. I could practically feel James rolling his eyes as he polished off the rest of his champagne in one gulp.

I didn't cross paths with James again until much later, well after midnight had come and gone. We’d all gathered on the balcony to catch the fireworks, dishing out Happy New Year wishes and hugs left and right. When the crowd filtered back inside, I lingered behind, a cigarette dangling between my fingers as I stared up at the star-studded sky, grappling with the bitter irony that another year had kicked off without Cliff here to see it.

"I did wanna know, actually," a voice cut through the silence, jolting me. I turned to find James leaning against one of the pillars, his gaze fixed on me with a serious edge.

"What?" I murmured, my heart picking up its pace as he closed the gap between us.

"You said if I wanted to know if you were seeing someone, I just had to ask. And I did wanna know," he replied, so close now I could smell the booze on his breath.

"I'm not," I answered, and he grunted, satisfied, before pulling me into his arms, his lips finding mine.

He tasted like beer and tobacco, his lips moving against mine in a familiar dance, the echoes of an old tune. No matter how much time passed or how much it hurt, James and I always found our way back to each other.

"You know that song was about you," he murmured, his kisses trailing down my neck, his grip tightening on my hips as he pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together. "Do you really have to mess with me like this?"

I didn't answer; instead, I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him back to me, his arms holding me tight as he kissed me with urgency, nipping at my lower lip. He wasn't holding back as he pushed me against the balcony railing, his hands hiking up the skirt of my dress, his touch igniting a fire in my belly.

"My room or yours?" I gasped against his lips.

"Does yours come with a bathroom?" he quipped, and I chuckled softly, nodding. "Figures. Lars always hooks you up with the best ones."

"Mine, then," I murmured, a faint smile playing on my lips.

We made our way up to my room, James guiding me through the labyrinth of hallways and rooms in the house with his hand in mine. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, his hands were back on me, pulling me close as his lips trailed hungrily along my neck, tugging at the straps of my dress.

"James, you're gonna wreck the dress..." I protested weakly, my fingers tangled in his hair. He grunted, yanking it down, and I heard a rip that probably meant the garment was already ruined anyway.

"I'll get you another one," he grumbled. "As many as you want."

With urgency matching his, I stripped off his shirt, a few buttons popping off and bouncing across the bedroom floor. Before I could even blink, he lifted me, depositing me on the bed and positioning himself over me. I kicked off my heels, sending them flying into some forgotten corner, releasing a low moan as he pressed against me, his arousal evident through the fabric of his pants. There was no time for calm contemplation, no room for hesitation or second-guessing if this was the right move; our desire for each other was insatiable, ravenous and desperate, and I felt it would consume me completely if we didn't satisfy it right then and there.

I sighed as his lips reclaimed mine, his hand tangled in my hair, gripping it firmly as I worked on unbuttoning his pants, easing them down. He pulled back for a moment, shedding the rest of his clothes before sliding off my panties, emitting a low groan as he entered me. I shut my eyes, clutching onto his arms tightly, my nails digging into his skin. He wasn't holding back; and honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Look at me," he growled, his hand guiding my chin as he thrust into me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I obeyed, meeting his gaze as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, my mouth slightly agape as I let out small, sharp moans. He shifted his hand to my neck, pressing his forehead against mine.

"James..." I moaned, my grip on his arms tightening as he picked up the pace, sending shivers down my spine. "James..."

"I wanna ruin you. You get that?" he growled, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body at his words. Of course, I got it. What were we if not each other's downfall? What more could I want than for him to consume me entirely, even if just for a moment? For all the pain and heartache to vanish, if only while he was inside me. "I want you to be mine, all mine, all mine... Fuck..." he buried his face in my neck as my climax washed over me, my body clenching around him, my legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him deeper. "Nore..." he groaned, his own release crashing over him, filling me completely as he continued to move until the intensity of his peak forced him to collapse onto me.

He rolled away, settling beside me, leaving a pulsating void inside me where pain and pleasure danced together in my womb and heart. I shut my eyes, focusing on steadying my breath, and let out a soft chuckle when I felt his lips on my neck, his arms pulling me close in a fleeting but genuine comfort.

"My girl..." he murmured against my ear, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. I'd lost track of how many times he'd called me that, but it never failed to stir something in me. "Why do you keep running from me? Don't you know I love you so?"

I opened my eyes, locking onto his gaze, a blend of longing and yearning reflected back at me. Nestling into his embrace, I placed a soft kiss on his lips, feeling his gaze soften into a tender warmth that sent tingles down my spine.

"I'm here now," I murmured, tracing my fingers gently over his face. He sighed, closing his eyes, intertwining our hands and pressing kisses to my palm, one, two, three times before pulling me close in a tight hug.

Peace hadn't been a frequent visitor in my life for a while, but in that moment, I found it. I'd always find my way back to James, and he'd always find his way back to me. That certainty coursed through my veins, leaving me feeling whole in a way I hadn't in ages.

The next day, we'd be back in the spotlight, the distance between us creeping back in like a toxic fog. But for now, on that night, I was content. I was at peace.

I was home.

September 28, 1986

The shrill ring of the phone pierced through the silence of the empty house, yanking me out of a deep slumber with a groan. I blinked, the heavy rain drumming against the bedroom windows registering in my foggy mind. Stretching out across the bed, I groped for James, only to remember he wasn't there; my boyfriend was off on tour with my cousin and my friends. That left just Leanne and me holding down the fort.

Dragging myself out of bed, my eyes still weighed down by sleep, I shrugged into my robe and slipped on my slippers before trudging out of the room, descending the stairs at a snail's pace. Flicking on the lights in the living room, I scowled at the clock — it wasn't even seven in the morning. This better be an important call, I grumbled inwardly. I was itching to crawl back under the covers.

"Hey," I mumbled, stifling a yawn and rubbing my eyes in an attempt to shake off the sleepiness.

"Hey, Nore," James' voice crackled through the receiver, but in my grogginess, I barely registered the tense undertone, so unlike his usual laid-back demeanor.

"Babe..." I murmured, another yawn threatening to escape. "I know you're in a different time zone, but it's way early here. I was out cold..."

"I'm sorry. I had to call," he replied, and this time, the strain in his voice didn't go unnoticed. I furrowed my brow, sinking down onto the couch beside the phone, suddenly wide awake.

"Is everything alright? Did something happen?"

"Yeah, something happened. Is Leanne there with you?"

"I think she's asleep. Why?"

"We had a crash," he said, and my heart clenched, a surge of unease and dread knotting my stomach. "We were on the road... Late at night. The driver lost control..."

My breath hitched, and in that instant, a sense of foreboding washed over me. Something felt off, deeply unsettling. It just didn't add up. I knew I should be getting this call from someone else. I knew my cousin; I knew Cliff would want to speak to me and Leanne directly, to break the news himself.

Like when he shared he was leaving Long Beach for San Francisco. Like when he announced he was joining Metallica. Like when he called to tell me Dave got booted from the band, or when he rang to say Metallica was wrapping up tour and he wanted me there for their first hometown gig after dropping the first album.

Something wasn't right.

"James," I whispered, my voice trembling, tears pricking at my eyes as if I already knew what he was going to say. "What happened to Cliff?"

January 1st, 1992

I jolted awake, my cheeks damp with tears that refused to cease flowing. I sighed heavily, my breath shaky, the early morning sunlight just beginning to seep through the curtains. James' arms were wrapped snugly around me, his breath warm against my shoulder as he softly snored.

That dream, again.

It always seemed to resurface whenever I was near James. Maybe my subconscious still linked him to that chilly morning, to that phone call that’d shattered any hope of happiness for the rest of that year and beyond. A call that tore a hole in the fabric of my world, leaving an ache in my heart that felt like it would never mend.

The call that had shattered my heart for good, leaving no chance of putting the pieces back together.

I carefully shifted James' arm away from me, slipping out of bed and heading to the bathroom. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I took in my tired blue eyes framed by dark circles, my brown hair tumbling in waves over my shoulders, and the red marks on my neck and collarbone left by James the night before. With a sigh, I opened the bathroom cabinet, my hands trembling slightly as I reached for the pills I knew would help ease my anxiety.

I lacked the courage to return to bed, so I nestled into one of the armchairs in the corner of the room, observing James' peaceful slumber as the daylight gradually filled the space. He stirred awake soon after, as if sensing my absence beside him, his eyelids fluttering before he groggily opened his eyes. With a puzzled frown, he reached out for the bed, only to find it empty, prompting him to scan the room. A sigh escaped him when he spotted me, a sense of relief washing over his features that tugged at my heartstrings.

"Bad dream?" he inquired, and I simply nodded in response. "You wanna hop back into bed?"

"I'd rather not risk slipping into another nightmare," I admitted, and he sighed, sitting upright.

"Well, I know a surefire way to keep you awake, if you're interested," he quipped, and I managed a shaky laugh. I much preferred this relaxed and caring version of James to the sarcastic and irritable one from the night before. "So, spill. What was haunting you this time?"

"The usual. That day," I murmured. It wasn't anything new; I'd replayed that nightmare countless times, and James was well aware. My demons weren't a mystery to us, but that didn't make them any less terrifying.

With a sigh, he got up and strolled over to me, scooping me up effortlessly, which elicited a surprised gasp from me. He carried me back to bed, settling me down beside him, his hand securing my waist while the other supported the underside of my thighs, lifting one leg and tucking it around his waist. I hugged him tightly, nuzzling into his chest. It was a brief moment of warmth and solace, a fleeting calmness that I knew would vanish as soon as the day kicked into gear and he walked out that door.

"Are you taking off today?" I whispered softly. I understood that once James and I dove back into our regular routines — fame, commitments, the whole mess — things would get complicated again. I'd lose him once more; I'd been through that too many times in the last few years to entertain any other outcome. But as long as we were together, there, shielded from everything else, he was mine. And I craved his presence. I craved his warmth.

"Do you want me to jet today?" he countered, and I shook my head no. He grumbled under his breath, the rumble vibrating against my cheek as I snuggled closer. "Then I'll hang tight. I suppose we can annoy Lars a bit longer."

"I'm too scared to doze off," I admitted weakly, grappling with the heaviness of my eyelids, which threatened to seal shut from exhaustion. James planted a kiss on the top of my head, gently stroking my hair.

"I ain't budging. If you slip into that nightmare again, I'll be right here when you wake up. Deal?" he whispered, and I nodded.

I knew that as soon as I drifted off, that same haunting dream would likely rear its ugly head. It was just one more cruel reminder of the growing chasm between James and me. It felt like we were broken, perpetually out of sync, and his nearness both healed and wounded me in equal measure. But in that moment, I was willing to bear the pain if it meant he'd stick by my side.

"I love you, Jamie," I murmured, and he sighed, pulling me close as my body surrendered to sleep.

"I love you too, Nore," his voice was the last thing I heard before drifting off.

February 18, 1992

The bouquet of red roses James had given me was beginning to droop, the once vibrant petals shriveling and browning with each passing day. Yet, the fragrance lingering in the air remained sweet and evocative, as if the flowers were still in full bloom.

I sighed as I ran a brush through my hair, eyeing the dress laid out on the bed for the evening bash. It was the launch party for the new TV network schedule I'd been hired for, and showing up was not just a courtesy but a must.

I hadn't crossed paths with James much since our time at Lars' getaway spot. His absence had become a familiar ache over the last few years, a kind of shield we'd unintentionally built between us over time. Yet, there was always that tiny flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd call out of the blue and bring back that sense of ease with his voice.

To my surprise, the phone did ring that day. I set the brush down on the vanity, hurriedly making my way to the bedside table to answer it, a rush of excitement coursing through me.

“Nore?” the voice on the other end wasn't James', but it still warmed my heart, prompting a smile to spread across my face as I sank back onto the bed, cradling the phone to my ear.

“Lea!” I exclaimed, feeling a surge of joy. “It's been too long! How've you been?”

“I'm great! And you?”

“Oh, you know. Just hanging in there. How's Joe?” I swiftly changed the subject. As much as I adored Leanne, I wasn't ready to spill my guts about how I was really feeling.

“Oh, he's doing fantastic. Actually, that's why I rang you up. We're getting married!” she announced, her excitement palpable, and I couldn't help but smile.

“Lea, that's incredible! When's the big day?”

“It's in August. We figured summer would be perfect. I'm calling to extend the invite; would you do me the honor of being one of my bridesmaids?”

I leaped up, my grin stretching wider across my face. Leanne and I had been thick as thieves since day one; seeing her so thrilled about tying the knot, and knowing she wanted me to be part of her big day, warmed my heart.

“Oh, absolutely!” I exclaimed, a bubbling laugh of joy and surprise escaping my lips. Lea chuckled in response, matching my excitement. “Thank you! I know it's going to be beautiful. Can you fill me in on all the details later?”

The rest of my day sparkled with newfound energy after the news; I even caught myself humming an old song as I finished getting dolled up for the evening bash, weaving my hair into an intricate hairdo my mom had insisted on teaching me.

When I finished getting ready, I checked myself out in the mirror, pretty pleased with the result; the dark blue spaghetti-strap dress hugged my curves just right, with the skirt flaring out at the waist and skimming down to my ankles. A dainty golden choker with crystals adorned my neck, and my long brown locks were styled to perfection, framing my face in all the right places, with my eyes sparkling, cheeks a touch flushed, and lips painted red.

But, of course, I couldn't roll up to an event like that on my own; right on the dot at 7 p.m., I heard the honk signaling my ride had arrived. I sauntered down the stairs, arching an eyebrow in surprise as I stepped outside and spotted the limo parked up front. My old friend Charlotte rolled down the window from the backseat, flashing me a big grin.

“Hey, Nore!” she chirped as I slid into the car, handing over a glass of champagne, which earned a soft chuckle from me. “Ready to rock?”

“I guess I’m a bit jittery. First time going to a party like this one,” I admitted. Now that I was on my way, the thought of facing a swarm of photographers and journalists at the event’s entrance was making me more nervous than I cared to admit, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it.

“Well, it's gonna be a blast, trust me! Everyone who's anyone will be there. I'll be your wingwoman, so don't worry about a thing. I'll make sure you rub elbows with all the big shots you haven't bumped into yet during the shoots.”

I nodded, taking a bit of champagne to settle my nerves, the bubbles dancing on my tongue and momentarily diverting my attention. If my acting career was taking flight now, it was all thanks to Charlie; she'd been the driving force behind my return to the scene after I’d graduated High School, persuading me to switch gears from the Visual Arts program up in San Francisco to Drama School down in Los Angeles, and had even helped me snag my first TV gig.

I'd recently jumped into acting over at the same TV network where Charlotte had been working as an actress for a while. Even though I hadn't wrapped up recording my first project yet, the buzz around a relatively unknown actress snagging the lead in the latest drama series had caught the media’s attention. In just about a year, my life had changed completely, going from being just another face in the crowd to even having paparazzi tail me. But truth be told, I was still getting the lay of the land at the network. Charlie had hit the nail on the head; this party was prime time to make some connections.

We rolled up to the party spot; I soon realized that navigating through the sea of photographers and reporters on that red carpet was no joke. But once I got past the Q&A, which mostly revolved around my work and career, it was time to get down to business. Charlotte ushered me into conversations with all sorts of folks: actors, musicians, executives, and even some of the network's shareholders. It hit me quick that networking at these parties was just as much a part of the job in the entertainment industry as being good at your craft.

The hours zoomed by amid chats, laughter, drinks, and nibbles. Soon, I was feeling drained and decided to grab a bite from the buffet before taking a breather. As I was fixing my plate, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, expecting it to be Charlie, ready to introduce me to someone new.

Never in a million years could I have guessed what awaited me in the next few seconds.

"Nore... Is that really you?" the man exclaimed, looking utterly astonished, and suddenly I was eighteen again, my heart racing in completely uncontrollable pirouettes as my breath hitched, my surprised gaze meeting his, the world filling with color and song as I stared into the eyes of Dave Mustaine.

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[skinomyteethh]

OMG I NEED DILF DAVE TO FUCK ME IN THE SHOWER PLZ HE'S SO AGSHDUJRK

i need dilf dave biblically, in every position possible, all day, everyday like not even a guillotine could stop me from the head I'd gice him rjehtshee

need to make that into a fic.

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[silassinclair]

Not Saying “I Love You” Back Prank || D.Mustaine x Reader

Summary: When Dave gets ready to go to practice you don’t say I love you back when he says it before leaving.

I saw this trend on tiktok a while back and thought it was absolutely adorable!! :)

Grabbing his guitar case Dave walked over to you and placed a sloppy smooch on your cheek. Not batting an eye you kept your eyes on your book. Nothing was more difficult than keeping a straight face at the moment as he placed a few more kisses.

So why are you ignoring his affections? Well you read in a magazine about this trend. Girls wouldn’t say “I Love You” back to their boyfriends. Honestly you wanted to see Dave’s reaction so you decided to test it out.

“Bye Baby. I’ll be back from practice later. Love you.” Dave said with a smile and jogged out of your and his shared bedroom.

“Okay Dave, bye, drive safe.” You said with a gentle smile.

Realizing the prank didn’t work you went back to reading. You thought he’d react but I guess he didn’t really care.

But you didn’t hear the front door of the apartment open nor close.

“Love you baby! I’ll be back later!” He called from rooms over. A grin spread across your face meaning that he did in fact notice you not reciprocating.

“Byeeee!” You called back.

No sound of the door latch was heard. A little thud sounding like his guitar case set on the floor sounded however. “I’m leaving now! Love you!” He called out. This time you decided not to reply at all and went back to your book.

Footsteps were heard coming back to the bedroom. Guitar case no longer in hand Dave stood under he doorway with his hands gripping either side of the doorframe.

“Bye bye now, don’t want you to be late.” You said without looking up from your book. Your smirk was hidden behind your worn book.

“Babyyy.” Dave said with a whiny slur. “What is it? Are you mad at me?”

“No I’m not.” You replied. “You don’t want to be late now do you? You know how Lars gets?”

Dave pouted and folded his toned arms. “You’re not saying it back.”

Deciding to play dumb you dodge his statement completely, “Alright hun. I’ll see you later okay?” You said and slightly turned your head and body away from him. You did it to hide your expression but he took it as something else.

Dave stomped over to the bed and face planted onto the mattress. His arms spread like a starfish. Suddenly, he screamed into the mattress, his voice muffled, “I FUCKING LOVE YOU!! SAY IT BACK! YOU’RE KILLING ME HERE~~!”

This was a true test. You almost broke character but you held on. Patting his back you say calmly, “Okay I get it, now get going.”

That only seemed to make him groan louder into the cushions. “Ughhh!!! SAY IT BACK!!” He said and shot up. Now his pleading face was right in front of yours. Again you tried to hide behind the book but he ripped it from your grasp and threw it wherever, the thud of the spine hitting the wall was heard.

“Look at me and tell me what I did babe, cmon I’m dying here!” He held your cheeks and puckered your lips. Placing a quick peck on your lips he moves to your cheek, forehead, and nose. An “I love you” was said for every quick peck. Now you were full on attacked by an onslaught of his love and affection.

A smile cracked on your face and soon full on giggles were heard. Dave took it as a good sign and grabbed you by your waist to cling to you. His face buried in your chest.

“Tell me why you aren’t givin me the lovin I deserve sweet thing.” He said, voice muffled by your chest.

Now you broke. Laughing at his adorable antics you wrapped your arms around him and kissed his neck.

“I’m sorry hun I was just joking around. I love you so much.” You say and kiss his cheek. His nose wrinkles and he takes your chin in his hand.

“I didn’t find it funny. Had me panicked for a second.” He said with a pout. You audibly awe at his cuteness and kiss his nose.

Pulling back with a smile you say, “You’re the cutest thing love. Awe I love you” A kiss to his cheek, “I love you.” his forehead, “I love you!” And his lips.

Dave snarled and grabbed your face with his whole hand pushing you back. “Agh stop you’re so annoying.”

He could feel your smile form in his palm. “But you love me.” You said and pushed his hand off your face in one quick motion. Not expecting that his mouth was agape, which you saw as an opportunity. You latched onto his mouth with your lips and gave him a wet kiss full of passion.

You could feel his body relax and his stiff shoulders drop. Dave’s arm was still around you and his hand was now gently pressed against your flush cheek.

“It was all a prank love I’m sorry.” You say into the kiss. Dave just made an “mhm” sound and didn’t stop his onslaught of tongue. Both his hands moved down to your waist and to the hem of your shorts. His index fingers hooked the elastic and slowly pulled down.

“Hey wait.” You said and drew back. “You have practice.”

Dave chased your lips again but you kept dodging. “David.”

With a groan he got up off the bed. “Fine. But you’re ass is mine when I get back.” He pointed at you.

“Okay okay now get going.” You shooed him out of the bedroom.

“Alright. Bye babe! Love ya!” He said with a final kiss to the cheek.

“Drive safe.” You said as one final jab. Dave whipped around and jumped at you like a wild animal.

“OH NOW YOU’VE DONE IT! I’M GONNA POUND YOUR LITTLE ASS ALL NIGHT LONG BABE AHAHA!” Dave shouted in a maniacal laughter while you screamed. The two of you wrestled until he had you pinned under him, his hands locked in your wrists.

You nervously laughed, “Hehe… I love you?” It sounded more like a question and Dave just sneered.

“Oh no you don’t. You don’t get to speak until I say you can tonight. Not after the shit you pulled.”

Let’s just say you couldn’t walk the next morning….

“YOU’VE DONE IT NOW! THOSE FUCKERS CAN PRACTICE WITHOUT ME, IM POUNDING YOUR ASS ALL NIGHT LONG!”

“Drive safe.” You said and he whipped around to face you.

“OH NOW YOU’VE DONE IT! C’MERE!”

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