#dave mustaine x y/n

[bubbledtee]

A Break ~ Part 1

Based off of THIS interview.

Pairing: Kirk Hammett x fem!reader, Dave Mustaine x fem!reader

Words: 3.6k

Warnings: extremely incorrect timeline, mentions of Lars being an asshole, mentions of Kirk being a shitty boyfriend, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, mentions drugs and alcohol, smoking cigarettes, crying, Dave being a complete softie for reader, i think that's all, lmk if i missed any!

A/N: ok, the timeline on this shit is inconsistent (obvi), and this is also kind of shitty, but it was just easier to have kirk and dave be in the band at the same time. lars and james are basically just procrastinating kicking dave out, so that's why they have both kirk and dave there lol. this is going to have at least one more part, and that part will contain smut ^-^

It wasn’t your choice, coming to this party. If you could even call it that. You just wanted to spend the night with Kirk for once, to have a relaxed evening where there was nothing there to distract you from one another, no one to get between you. But, of course, that just couldn’t happen, could it? He couldn’t just spare you one night without being clung to this new band, ‘Metallica’.

You took a long drag from your cigarette, staring up at the moon and its surrounding speckles of light. The cratered rock was full as could be, the reflective light gleaming in the sky brightly. You couldn’t remember the last time the moon was so beautiful and bright. It made you wonder when the last time you really decided to observe the beauty around you.

Your mind was elsewhere as you continued to smoke, your knees tucked tightly against your chest. “Fuck, it’s cold.” you shivered, rubbing the trail of goosebumps up your arm in attempts to warm up. You really should’ve grabbed your jacket.

The sound of a zippo flicking open jerks you from your own thoughts, your neck twisting quickly to face the noise. Some part of you wished it was Kirk coming to apologize to you, to tell you that he was the dick, but you knew that wasn’t happening.

You sigh in relief when the flame of the lighter illuminates the identity of the rando behind you, his large hand cupped around the flame as he lights his cigarette.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Dave.” you exhale, turning back to face forward, “You scared the shit out of me,”

The redhead chuckles drunkenly. You could smell the cheap beer and weed on his flannel from here.

“Sorry,” he smirks before taking a drag. For a moment, the only sound that could be heard was the faint hum of She by Misfits bounding from the shitty speakers in the home behind you. Dave exhales before motioning to the seat beside you, “Mind if I sit?”

You carelessly motion back, signaling a ‘Whatever’ as you suck back the last of the smoke before stubbing it out on the ground below you, “As long as you won’t call me a selfish bitch, too.” you breathe, quoting a very, very drunk Lars after you had asked Kirk if you could simply go home.

“Never,” was all Dave said before taking a long sip from his beer and sinking down into the lawn chair beside you. His silence confused you a bit. From what you’ve known of Dave, he’s an aggressive, talkative drunk, always fighting with someone or doing something crazy. But right now he was neither, seemingly just needing a break from everyone, too.

There was a break of silence as you just sat together, enjoying the damp aroma and particularly bright light of the night individually. Over the past weeks you’d known Dave, you’d gotten on well with him. Cliff, too.

But there was something special about Dave.

Maybe it was that notorious grin of his whenever he told a funny story.

Or maybe it was the way he cared about his bandmates, how he’d do anything for them even if they wouldn’t do the same.

Or how he listened to you when you told a story, not interrupting you like James or Lars would.

How he’d listen when Kirk wouldn’t.

“You don’t deserve that,” Dave mutters suddenly, taking a short drag of his cigarette.

Your neck swivels towards him, cheeks reddening at the somewhat bold words.

“Sorry?” you ask dumbly.

Dave turns his head to look back at you, the moonlight casting perfectly against his profile. “You heard me,” he slurs slightly before turning his head away from you again, staring into the pale light above. “No real man would stand for his friends acting like that towards his girlfriend. Not if he cared about her, at least.”

A pain struck through your heart at the guitarist’s brutally honest words. Of course Kirk cared about you, at least he did before he got caught up in this whole musician thing. You bit your lip as you slowly turned to face forward again, too, your head slowly dropping to rest on your folded knees.

Dave continued, “Those guys in there, James, Cliff, Lars, they’re my brothers. Other than them, I’ve only got my mom.” he sighed, running his long fingers through his thick mane of hair, “I mean, I’d do anything for them, y’know? More than they’d probably do for me, honestly.” Dave huffed out a pained laugh before sipping his beer once more, crushing the can beneath his foot when the golden brown liquid was all gone.

“But I’d never, ever let any one of them talk to my girl like that.” Dave hissed, almost angry, “That would’ve been my breaking point.” he added, bringing his cigarette to his face and pausing his motion right before inserting the stick between his lips, murmuring, “Should’ve been Kirk’s, too.”

It felt like you were being stabbed in the chest repetitively as Dave went on. Sure, he was right, Kirk wasn’t being a good boyfriend as of late, and it really was pissing you off, but why did Dave have to be so upfront about it? What did he get out of giving you relationship advice?

You push air from your cheeks in attempts to hold back the tears that had been there all night, but it was impossible. Kirk didn’t care anymore. He was all about the band, not seeming to care how you felt any longer. 

When he was in Exodus, Kirk would’ve followed you right outside when you stormed out, begging for your forgiveness and berating whatever “friend” had called you a bitch. But it wasn’t like that anymore. Metallica changed him.

The first tear trailed down your cheek as you clenched your eyes shut, hoping – praying – that this was just some sort of cruel nightmare. That you were going to wake up beside a loving, caring Kirk once again.

But you didn’t.

You pressed your burning eyes against your denim clad knees, the tears unable to be held back any longer. A light gasp for air turned Dave’s attention towards you, his eyebrows furrowing in pure concern.

“Y/N?” he questions softly, immediately dropping his cigarette to rub a hand up and down your back in an attempt to comfort you. His voice was soft and caring; very out of character for him. “Oh, don’t cry.”

Despite Dave’s gentle plea, you broke. The wails you’d been holding back for god knows how long were finally coughed up, salty tears staining your cheeks with dark eyeliner and mascara. Your head rose as you gasped for air, hiccuping up incoherent words that Dave couldn’t even start to decipher.

Dave gave you a pitiful, guilty look. He did this to you. It wasn’t his intention to make you upset, but it happened. God, he really should just keep his fucking mouth closed sometimes.

“Come here,” Dave whispered, pulling you up from your chair and back down into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you against him. His large frame warmed your much smaller one as you pressed your face against his broad chest, muffling your loud, breathless sobs. “I’m sorry, pretty.” he murmured against your ear, the pet name just slipping out on instinct before he pressed his lips against the top of your head. He smoothed a hand up and down your back, holding you tightly against himself. “It’s gonna be okay,”

Dave frowned at just how cold and sad you felt against him. He just wanted to make everything perfect for you, to make everything that’s bad in your life go away. He wanted to hold you like this forever, and to keep you safe and happy for as long as he could, safer and happier than Kirk ever could.

Ever since Lars and James hired Kirk, Dave was starting to get treated worse as the days went on. All of their attention was turned to this guitarist who, in Dave’s mind, really did not need to be there. They had a lead guitarist and rhythm guitarist and were fine as a four-piece. What did they need this random dude for all of a sudden? It wasn’t like he was filling an empty position, either.

However, when he realized that you came along with Kirk, things seemed to be just a bit better. You were smart, you were funny, extremely artistic, and absolutely beautiful. Whenever he could, he was sneaking a glance at you when you weren’t looking. Maybe from across the room during one of these stupid parties when someone made you giggle, or maybe during the band’s practice when you were sat in your own chair in the corner, drawing in that curious notebook of yours that no one but you was allowed to see. Not even Kirk.

So, when he began to notice how Kirk was treating you as the month went past, his resentment against him only grew. Most of the time, he’d stay out of it, just boring holes into the back of Kirk’s head after he’s, once again, sent you storming away for something he or one of the other guys have said. But on occasion, he’d follow you, ready to comfort you. Just like he had tonight.

Dave could feel your warm tears soaking through his shirt, and if it’d been anyone else, he probably would have shoved them off of himself in fears of ruining the shirt. But for you, he didn’t care. All he wanted was you being comfortable, and if that meant ruining his Aerosmith shirt, so be it.

Tears stream down your face when you pull away slightly, gasping to get words out, “It’s just- He wasn’t like this when he was in Exodus! And I don’t know if I did something, or- or-”

Dave shushed your teary rambles and shook his head, “You didn’t do anything, Y/N. It’s not your fault,” he assured you, resting his chin atop your head, “Kirk’s just an idiot,”

The sound of your sobs died down after that, your muscles relaxing as you let your body fully press against Dave’s. He was so warm, and so big, too. The way his long arms engulfed you against his chest made you feel so small, like his body could swallow yours whole and keep you warm inside and out. Like he could warm that empty cavity you felt within your chest right then.

After a moment, you noticed the volume of the music coming from inside dying down a bit, only faint notes breaking through the air occasionally. You wondered what time it was, and whether Kirk and the rest of the boys had decided to crash for the night, or if they were still up drinking whatever shitty liquor they had left.

“I dunno what I’m gonna do,” you sigh, subconsciously snuggling into Dave, just trying your hardest to warm up as you thought.

Obviously, you weren’t happy in your relationship with Kirk, but that could be fixed, right? Maybe, if you told him how you were feeling, he would take a step back and realize that he wasn’t being the boyfriend he should be, and that he should take you more into consideration. Or maybe, he just wouldn’t care. Maybe, he wouldn’t realize your worth at all and would just break up with you. Maybe, he just didn’t care anymore.

Your thoughts felt like punches as they banged around inside your head, questioning your entire relationship. You needed a break, that you knew.

You bit your lip, holding back more tears that threatened to pour from your eyes. “I don’t have a car, I don’t have much money, I don’t have anywhere to stay-”

“Sure you do,” Dave drunkenly chimed, his lips tugged into a smirk, “I have a couch,”

You sniffle and look up at him, “Yeah, but I really don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Pfft-” the redhead sputters, shaking his head dismissively, “The last thing you’d be is a bother, Y/N. I’m not a very busy guy.” He assures, “Plus, it’d be kind of nice to have someone other than the dog to talk to. She's a good listener, but she's shit at giving advice.”

You giggle and pull away from Dave, sitting yourself up on his knees. You peak over your shoulder at him, a cheeky grin plastered across your tear-stained face, “So that’s why you make such shitty decisions!”

Dave pushes your shoulder lightly with a scoff, “Says you,” he rebuts, watching intently as you slowly rise to your feet. The jeans you wore showed your shape off perfectly, hugging you in all the right places, and Dave cursed himself for letting his eyes linger for as long as they did.

“Whatever,” you laugh as you run your fingers through your hair, attempting to look at least halfway decent before having to face Kirk for the last time tonight. All you had to do was go into that god forsaken living room, maybe give Kirk a short explanation or just leave a simple note as to where you were going, grab your jacket, and then leave with Dave. It was as simple as that.

“Here, turn around.” Dave instructed, though before you had a chance to react, he was gently pulling you around by your elbow. “Let me get some of this shit off your face,” he mumbled as he took your cheek into his hand, cocking your head up towards him.

God, he’s tall. You thought to yourself, a smile playing at your lips as he furrowed his brows and attempted to rub the stains off with the pad of his thumb. After a bit of struggle, the redhead ran his thumb along his tongue before bringing it back up to your face, continuing to rub the black blotches from your cheeks. The pungent scent of the beer and marijuana ridden saliva hardly bothered you, your mind too busy secretly swooning over the six-foot redhead before you.

“There,” he smiled proudly, giving your cheeks one final rub with the sleeve of his flannel. You gazed up at him for a moment longer than you would have liked, your eyes flickering from his beautiful greenish-brown eyes to his plump lips as your mind wandered into uncharted territory.

How could someone be such a soft, caring person one moment, and then a gruff brute the next? It almost felt like an honor, being exposed to such a sweet, soft side of Dave like this. Especially when he was drunk. Of course, he wasn’t as drunk as usual, but still, it was such a difference that you were sure barely anyone ever got to see.

You took one last glance at his pretty mouth before finally looking away, your head turned to the side. You knew you shouldn’t feel like this about him, especially with what you were going through right then, but you just could never help yourself. It’d been that way the entire month and a half you’d known him, too.

If you watched them practice, your eyes were on Dave the entire time, watching those long, thick fingers of his work up and down his guitar. Maybe Kirk played better, but Dave always looked better. At first, you felt bad about it. Bad about how you’d “accidentally” fantasize about Dave instead of Kirk in your daydreams. Bad about how you couldn’t help but wonder what that light happy trail of his led to whenever he wore one of those cropped shirts. Bad about how you started to have to think about Dave during sex with Kirk, the feeling of it otherwise loveless and rough.

But you realized that Kirk deserved it.

Because maybe, just maybe, if he knew about those thoughts of yours, he’d realize the mistakes he made. Maybe he’d be reminded of what you were worth.

“Thanks,” you mumble, giving Dave a quick, flustered smile before turning around and slowly starting to head into the house, Dave following shortly behind you. He moves up beside you, placing a warm hand on the small of your back. You barely notice the vague touch, his essence very gentle and light against your own as you walk towards the sliding glass door of the kitchen. His presence made you feel much more comfortable walking back into the house. You knew that if any of the guys sent you some mumbly insult, Dave was there to defend you, with words or a fist.

You pull the door’s handle and step through the opening, the strong scent of weed immediately lingering to your nostrils as your body is finally engulfed in warm air. The sound of Lars’s obnoxious Danish accent hit your ears as well, immediately churning a feeling of nausea in your stomach.

Dave must’ve noticed your hesitation as he bent down and mumbled in your ear, not wanting to alert the hostile Dane with his voice, “It’ll be okay, he’s all bark, no bite. You know that,”

You blushed as you looked back at the redhead, “Y-Yeah, I know.” you stutter before gingerly stepping towards the living room, preparing yourself for a messy confrontation.

As you step into the living room, Lars’s drunken rant dies down, all eyes slowly turning to you when you make your way over to the couch. Everyone watched quietly as you picked up your coat and pulled it on before looking up at a very stoned Kirk, “Are you spending the night here?” you ask, very mild mannered while you hook the zipper on the leather coat.

Kirk looks over at Lars for approval, gaining a quick nod. He looks back at you, his gaze suspicious, “Yeah, we can stay. Why?” he asks dumbly, watching you zip your jacket closed.

You stick your hands in your pockets and look up, poking your tongue against your cheek as you quickly question your decisions one last time. You need a break. No exceptions.

“You can stay, Kirk. I’m staying at Dave’s place tonight-”

“What?!” Kirk practically shouts, making everyone else in the room jump before glancing between you and Dave, all thinking the same thing. All thinking that you were a cheating whore.

“I said, I’m staying at Dave’s place tonight. I’ll call you in the morning, and we can figure shit out, but right now, I just need a break.” you sounded exhausted, and you felt it too. You were so ready to take a shower and put on fresh, clean clothes that didn’t smell like sweat and weed, and just sleep for hours.

Kirk gave you an exasperated look before you turned tail and walked up right beside Dave, “Baby, let’s talk about this-”

“No, Kirk. We can talk in the morning when you’re sober,” your voice was stern as you began to walk out, Dave trailing closely behind you almost protectively, as if someone was going to lunge at you at any given moment. Which, honestly, felt possible with the way Lars glared at you, his eyes chanting every demeaning name in the book. But he knew better than to verbalize any of it, being practically half the size of Dave.

Kirk followed after you, pleading helplessly for you to turn back and give him yet another chance, but somehow, you stood your ground. You had no clue how, but you did. Maybe it was the fact you had someone on your side, someone right there to defend you and put that wall up between you and everyone else.

As you stepped through the front door, you took one last glance back at Kirk. He looked sad, but most of all angry. You were surprised he hadn’t attempted to attack Dave in an attempt to get your attention, but he must’ve been wise enough to know that the redhead was too big and strong  for him to take on. The look you shared with him only lasted a moment, though, as Dave slammed the door shut in Kirk’s face, the sound echoing throughout the midnight air.

You were both silent for a bit as you followed Dave along the sidewalk, beginning the trek to his apartment. Seemingly thousands of emotions ran through your entire body, some good, some bad. It felt as though you had a mixture of excitement and dread pulling your stomach in all different directions while adrenaline coursed through your veins, making your legs feel like a ball of rubber bands.

You sigh and look up at Dave, “How far is the walk?” you ask softly, subconsciously drifting closer to his side as you walk.

“Like ten minutes,” he answers, “Why?”

You shrug, looking back down at the sidewalk as you mumble, “‘Cause I’m cold,”

Dave thinks for a moment, looking down at you in contemplation before quickly hooking an arm around your waist and pulling you against him. The feeling of his much larger body pushed flush against your own makes you blush, heating you from the inside out as your belly flutters nervously.

He smiles down at your crimson cheeks, “Is that better?”

You nod slowly, not quite sure how to feel about the affection. In your head, it didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel right to be so up close and personal with your possibly-ex-boyfriend’s bandmate, practically cuddling like you were a couple.

But to your body, it felt perfect.

You spoke up after a moment, ignoring your internal battle, “Way better,”

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[the-arsenal-of-megadeth]

Lucretia

Dave Mustaine x Y/N POV story, slightly based off the song. (mature: vulgar language, gore, violence, use of drugs/alcohol(THEY ARE BOTH OF AGE.), talk of death)

Words: 1,369

Y/N’s POV: October 26th, 1989, 2:35AM

It was cold, frigid, brisk as hell, dark, black, eerie… y’know, it was a damn cold, dark and scary night. I mean, I was at least scared, my friend Dave wasn’t at all, well, he was sleeping, but I was still wide awake, we were in his room. I looked at the alarm clock on Dave’s bedside table, dammit, it was past 2AM, I had just realized he had fallen asleep hours ago. Now, it was just me and my own thoughts, just me, until I heard a creak, a very long, loud creak, I jumped at the sound and frantically flicked my eyes around the room, it was almost like someone was walking up the stairs or opening an old door. Whatever it was, it scared me, pretty bad. I was gonna get up but, I couldn’t move, holy shit, I was so scared I couldn’t move! I just sat there until I felt like I wasn’t frozen in my own body, then I got up and went downstairs to investigate.

I opened the door and walked out, quietly shutting it behind me so I didn’t wake up Dave. There was a chill running down my spine, but I was brave, I was no pussy and ghosts are NOT real. Like seriously, who believes that-... what was that. I had heard another creak, this time it sounded closer to me, but it still scared me just as bad as the first time. I cleared my throat, 

“Hello..? Is anyone there?”

God I sounded crazy, but if there is someone there, then they better reveal themselves because I was freaked out, really freaked out. I made my way to the kitchen, getting myself a glass of water before heading back up to Dave’s room, the stairs being squeaky were not helping how scared I was though. I walked into Dave’s room and sat on the floor by the bed, Dave was still sound asleep. Like, dead asleep. Until he wasn’t. He groaned and looked at me, 

“What’re you still doing up, man, it’s almost 3AM.”

Dave’s POV: October 26th, 1989, 2:50AM

I had just woken up again, I think I could have fallen asleep at around… 10PM? Not too sure, but I woke up. Y/N was sitting next to the bed, they looked scared though, I dunno what they were scared about but hey, at least I wasn’t. Then there… I-... was that a creak? What was that? Holy shit, now I know. I sprung up and went over to the door, opening it and looking down the hallway, there was nothing, no one coming up the stairs, no one walking in the halls, nothing. Y/N was staring at me like I was insane, 

“What?”

I said, they just continued looking at me the same way, I just shrugged it off and went downstairs. I walked into the living room and it felt strangely cold. I checked the windows, none of them were open. It was just really cold. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, I then turned around and looked back and forth, left and right, there was… nothing..? What was that then, a ghost? Unlike my friend, Y/N, I was a strong believer of the supernatural. I was scared, not as scared as they looked though, not at all. I ran back upstairs and opened the door to my room, walking in and looking at them.

 “I get why you’re scared now, there’s gotta be something downstairs, it was cold and something touched my shoulder. I dunno man.” 

I sounded insane, literally. They cleared their throat 

“Where..?”

I inhaled,

“The living room.”

Y/N got up and took my hand, pulling me downstairs. I almost fell down the stairs twice, but as soon as we got downstairs, they took me to the living room. 

Y/N’s POV: October 26th, 1989, 3:05AM

I led Dave into the living room, it was cold, he was right, but I didn’t believe that something touched his shoulder. Not at all. I didn’t believe it unless I saw it. 

“You’re right, it is cold.”

Dave looked at me like I was a total dumbass.

“Well no shit.”

I sat on the couch while Dave just stood there, looking around the room then back at me, then around the room again. Then there was another creak. Dave and I made eye contact, but there was a darkness in his eyes, like something was trying to quite literally steal his soul. They were already brown but they looked almost black. Then Dave jumped.

“I felt something again, I feel like something’s just fucking with me at this point. If you’re gonna scare me, fucking scare me! If you’re gonna kill me, kill me! Dammit!”

He was. FED. UP. I could tell he was pissed at whatever this thing was. Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked behind me and around the room, nothing but Dave, but he was nowhere close to me.

“I felt i-”

Dave interrupted me.

“I know, you believe me now?”

I shrugged. I really didn’t, but maybe a bit.

“Just a bit.”

Dave’s POV: October 26th, 1989, 3:15AM

I interrupted them, expecting them to at least believe me a bit, which they did. I left the room and slipped into the kitchen. I looked on top of the cupboard and grabbed a bottle of Jack, pouring myself a shot so I could calm down. I groaned, it burned a lot more going down than usual. I was loathing myself a bit, then Y/N walked in.

“Really, you’re drinking?”

I blinked and looked at them. “Yes, and?”

Y/N looked disappointed in me, 100%, but did I care, no. I lit a cigarette and looked at my hands, I was still shaking and I was scared, pretty scared. 

“I thought you were sober, like fully sober.”

When did I ever say that, I can’t recall.

“No..?”

They shrugged and stole the bottle from me, I almost took it back and smashed it on their head but I stopped myself, quickly. I didn’t wanna have to clean it all up and shit y’know. We were just hanging out then all of a sudden, there was this loud, LOUD, bang, then the room went cold, so cold. I inhaled and somehow sputtered out.

“I-I… what was that.”

They looked at me and shrugged, obviously clueless. Y/N basically had zero idea of what was going on, I wasn’t oblivious or anything but I at least had an idea of what was happening. Y/N’s POV: October 26th, 1989, 3:45AM I looked at the clock on the oven, it had been around an hour since this all started. I wasn’t really scared anymore, I was genuinely just confused, really confused, I looked around and then looked out the window. There was someone on our back porch, looking like it wanted inside, I pointed outside then all of a sudden, glass SHATTERED. The person was inside and obviously hungry for blood.

“Dave… DAVE.”

Dave spun around and looked at the unexpected intruder, grabbing the bottle out of my hand and smashing it over its head. Glass flew everywhere as I ducked away, just watching them. They fought, then the person punched Dave in the face, over, and over, and over until Dave gave up and passed out, I was freaked out, watching the person run out of the house.

“I-I… Dave?”

I went over to him and shook his body, scared shitless. Was he okay? Who was this unknown person? Why did they go for Dave and not me? I didn’t know, at all. I shook him more, then he eventually woke up. Dave’s POV: October 26th, 1989, 4:20AM I was breathing heavily, feeling something warm run down my throat, assuming it was blood, I sat up and leaned against the cabinets.

“Holy fuck..”

I panted out, shaking a shit ton as Y/N sat next to me.

“You okay?”

They said as they handed me a kitchen towel for my nose, I held it against my nose and mumbled.

“I guess so…”

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[skinomyteethh]

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[jaymz-het69]

February 10 1983

Happy birthday Cliff, love ya man

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[jasontoddsmommyissues]

I need him tbh

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#vince neil smut #nikki sixx smut #mick mars smut #motley crue smut #james hetfield smut #dave mustaine smut #dave mustaine x reader #vince neil x reader #nikki sixx x reader #mick mars x reader #tommy lee smut #tommy lee x reader #james hetfield x reader #smut #introduction #intro post #blog intro #introductory post #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #x y/n #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #kirk hammet smut #kirk hammet x reader #lars ulrich x reader #lars ulrich #lars ulrich smut #james hetfield

[tobybestupid]

Nsfw Alphabet - Dave Mustaine

Tw: bodily fluids, smut, fluff, hair pulling, breeding kink, masturbation, gender neutral reader, reviving/giving oral,

A = Aftercare

Dave doesn't care how tired he is, will run a bubble bath for the two of you <3

B = Body part

His favorite body part on you is your hips, so he can pull you close and pound in and out of you :3

C = Cum

He likes to cum in you, and watch your face as he nuts in you :P

D = Dirty Secret

He so wants to fuck you in somebody's house, the thrill of getting caught turns him on.

E = Experience

Younger Dave wouldn't know much, but older Dave would know more.

F = Favourite Position

Pretty basic man, likes missionary C:

G = Goofy

Depends, if he's drunk he's all giggly and non serious. If he's sober than he's pretty serious :3

H = Hair

He's not groomed well- well at least downstairs. He doesn't care to shave but if it's itching/tickling you then he'll shave.

I = Intimacy

He's pretty romantic, loves peppering kisses all over you and loves praising you.

J = Jack Off

Younger Dave would probably masturbate quite a bit, but older Dave prefers pleasing you than himself. (Does love if you were to blow him.)

K = Kink

He definitely has a breeding kink, so wants to fill you up and wants you to have his kid :3

L = Location

His favorite place is your guy's bedroom, pretty basic but he finds it most comfortable .

M = Motivation

Teasing him, teasing and dirty talk gets him going.

N = NO

Hurting you, he doesn't want to hurt his precious girl? Well, doesn't want to severely hurt you, he doesn't mind small nibbling, ect.

O = Oral

He loves giving you head/eating you out, would love it if you gave him head. Loves watching you drool all over his cock :3

P = Pace

Most the time he's slow but rough, but however you want it. He just wants to please you :3

Q = Quickie

Younger Dave loves quickies, older Dave loves taking his time with you. Older Dave isn't a fan of quickies.

R = Risk

He loves taking the risk, will finger you at dinner underneath the table. He doesn't care how much it embarrass' you.

S = Stamina

He can last pretty long, 5-7 rounds? How many you want he'll try.

T = Toy

He owns a Fleshlight, but he doesn't use it anymore. Owns some vibrators to use on you! :3

U = Unfair

Loves teasing you, asking how bad you want him, telling you to beg for him. God, it turns him on.

V = Volume

He grunts, and groans. He's not too loud, only if your the dominant one. If he's the submissive one then he whines and sometimes moans.

W = Wild Card

Would enjoy fucking you Infront of a mirror.

X = X-Ray

Dave has a nice cock, alr, let's get that out of the way. About 7 inches, not super thick, but not super thin. His tip is a little thicker than the rest of him. His shaft is also a little thicker. He's got a nice dark, and pretty long happy trail. Also he's got veins, not super veiny but still some veins.

Y = Yearning

Again, he can go for quite awhile.

Z = ZZZ

He can get pretty sleepy, but always takes care of you before you guys do fall asleep :3

#megadeth #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine #80s rock #x reader #metallica

[groupiewhoreee]

Imagine Kirk walking in Dave and you having sex and he’s a little bit embarrassed but it makes him kinda horny so he joins them ;) I would love a whole fic with this idea

hiii! omg yes. yes yes yes. my 2 favorite men. i love this idea thnx for requesting ittt!

Dave Mustaine x Y/N x Kirk Hammett

Warnings: Smut, heavy/filthy smut. Threesome. (Minors dnii! do nottt interact! But i cant force ya, so you can stay ig.)

Summary/Plot:In req by an lovely anon. <3

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Kirk's cold, slender finger tips landed onto the knob of the pale door that faced him. He twisted the knob anxiously. He walked in, before noticing you and Dave. "Holy shit! I'm so sorry—!" Hammett shouted, covering his eyes. Kirk was embarrassed. Pure embarrassment rushed thru his veins in hysteria. He looked over at you for a second, his eyes landing straight on ur tits. "You gonna watch us fuck or what?" Dave rolled his eyes, continuing to pound into you. He groped ur boobs, a luscious moan slipped. Kirk was aroused. He felt his dick grow in his pants. Your eyes fluttered open in ecstasy, ur eyes landed on Kirks bulge that popped thru his pants.

Kirk was starting to get horny at the sight of you two getting it on. "Mind if I— maybe, join you two?" Kirk asked. Dave looked at him. "What the hell? Absolutely not." Dave said, turning around. "Oh come on Dave, let him join in. Its fine." You said repeatedly. "Okay, whatever. What the fuck." Mustaine's eyes rolled back to space. Kirk nodded eagerly. Kirk stepped over to you and Dave. He dropped his pants as well as his boxers. His rock hard dick sprung up. Kirk gave you the signal to suck. You would grab Kirk's dick with ur soft hand. You started sucking, bobbing ur head on his cock. Dave continued to pound into you. His lips instantly clashed with urs. Kirk's head threw back. He groaned, gripping ur hair. His finger tips entangled into ur hair.

Kirk pulled his dick out of mouth, cum leaked and dripped onto ur face, it somewhat mixed into ur hair, making a filthy mess. Dave still pounded into you, his thrusts going more sloppy. He held onto ur waist tightly, enough to make bruises. Dave pulled out of you, he cummed on ur stomach. Kirk pushed Dave out of the way. "Don't fuckin' push me dickwad!" Dave pushed Kirk back. "Whatever you ass." Kirk rolled his eyes to the moon. He positioned himself at ur entrance. You bit ur lip. He slammed into you, going at a slow speed, but he started speeding up. You moaned out loud, while Kirk stretched you out. "Kirk!" You moaned. Dave jerked off while watching you two.

Dave came onto his hand, while Kirk pulled out of you and came on ur stomach as well. Kirk pulled his pants up as well as his boxers. Dave grabbed his pants and boxers, putting them on in an instant. "Damn," Dave muttered, walking to the sink in the bathroom and washing his hand off. Kirk and Dave started helping you get changed and everything. Kirk smiled while doing so. "That was fucking great man," Kirk said. "I guess, never had a threesome with a dickwad like you." Dave laughed, bumping Kirk. You just laughed, looking at the two boys. "Shut up!" Kirk bumped Dave.

#request #anon <3 #metallica #dave mustaine #kirk hammett #megadeth smut #megadeth #metallica smut #kirk hammett smut #dave mustaine smut #james hetfield #lars ulrich #cliff burton #robert trujillo #jason newsted #marty friedman #nick menza #david ellefson

[davemybeloved]

Heyyyyy. I was wondering if you could do like a fic where you and dave are best friends and were just hanging out on his bed watching tv then all of a sudden he asks to makeout. Then things get heated and he ends up fucking you hard... can you make it a smut.... 😍🤭

Hell yeah!! I imagine this with early 80s Dave! Cause you know- he was young and completely shameless! I feel like 90s Dave is more mature and know his way around women better, so he would just do thing slowly, taking is time to do things properly.🤭🌸

CAN I KISS YOU?

(Dave Mustaine x Reader)

Warnings: smut!, dom!dave, no grammar rechecking and I think that’s it.

It was supposed to be just a dinner, but now you found yourself laying on the couch with him at 3 a.m., watching your favorite show.

This time wasn’t like the other times when Dave came over at your place. This time you were laying on top of him, your head resting on your chest as you heard his heartbeat pounding a little faster than usual. His hand was tracing soft and slow circle on your back, sanding shivers down your spine.

“Y/n?”

You raised your head to look at him in the eyes, his hand quickly reaching for your cheek. He caressed it softly, making you blush slightly as he took your chin between two fingers.

“Can I kiss you?”

His words let you speechless, so you just nodded, your eyes quickly falling on his lips. His hand let go of your cheek, sliding through your hair, grabbing them firmly yet gently as he brought you close to him.

Your lips quickly crashed into one another, giving life to a passionate and long desired kiss.

Dave touch was gentle as he changed position, bringing you underneath him, breaking the kiss.

He caressed your cheek gently a couple of times, then pushing your hair out of you face “you’re so beatiful” he whispered before leaving wet kisses on your jawline, moving on your neck as he left red marks on it.

“Dave…” you whispered as your hand slipped through his hair, your legs wrapping around his waist, bringing his hips close to yours.

Dave started to unbutton your shirt as he said between kisses “say it again.”

As he took your right nipple into his mouth, feeling his teeths playing with it you moaned his name again.

You felt him getting harder as you pushed his hips even closer to your, making him grunt.

“Please Dave I need you…” You cried, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the room.

Dave chuckled, pushing your shirts down slowly “so needy, aren’t you?”

“Please, don’t tease…” you whispered, trying to kiss him again, but he pushed back.

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m the one making the rules, sweetheart. Just let me take care of you in my own way, I know you need it.” He said leaving sloppy kisses from your chest to your belly.

You felt your whole body going on fire as you watched Dave going down on you. When you felt his lips kissing your clit through your panties you felt on another planet, a simple touch like that from him was enough to make you go feral.

“Baby…” you whispered as he took of your panties, sliding a finger through your folds and then raise them to make you watch them.

“Look how wet you already are for me, darling” He chuckled before pulling them into your mouth “suck ‘em.”

You happily did as you were told, he grinned and took his fingers out of your mouth “so good for me.”

He went down again, kissing your clit softly before starting to run fast circles around it with his tongue.

You immediately started to moan as you pushed his head closer with your hand. He started to suck your clit, sliding two fingers inside you, starting to pump them in and out at a fast pace.

But when he heard you moan his name he just lost it.

“Sorry, baby. I need to be inside that pretty little pussy right now.” He said taking off his pants and boxes quickly, making you giggle.

You took his face between you hands, you brought him in a kiss as he positioned himself on your entry. He slide in without warning, covering your surprised moan with his lip.

“Fuck it’s big.” You moaned, looking down and breathing heavily.

Dave took your chin between his fingers, making him watch him in the eyes “I know, sweetheart. Just tell me when you’re ready” He whispered into your ear, kissing your lobe “fuck you’re tight.”

“Move” you whispered not long after.

Dave didn’t hesitated to move, taking almost immediately a steady pace, making you moan his name loudly.

“Fuck, baby… go faster.” You said, bringing him as close to you as you could.

Dave chuckled, biting your shoulder “you sure honey?”

“Mh-mh” you nodded, biting your lips and closing your eyes as he sped up.

He took your cheeks between his hands, squeezing them tightly “look at me, honey.” He said, pumping in and out even faster.

You couldn’t help but moan from the intense pleasure, but when you opened your glassy eyes to look at him, you felt you walls clench wildly. The beatiful and familiar feelings of your climax was in your belly once again.

“Fuck baby, I’m cumming” he grunted, pressing his face on your neck.

“Me too”

“I know, hon, I know.” He whispered, kissing you once again as you reached your orgasm.

He finally came too, but he didn’t stop his thrusts. He kept pumping in and out of you, riding you both of your climaxes before collapsing on top of you. Both of you breathing heavily.

“Fuck that was good.” You whispered, trying to get your breath back.

Dave looked at you with frowning eyes “only good? Gonna have to make you change your mind!” He said, quickly pulling you in another passionate kiss, making you laugh.

#dave mustaine #megadeth #metal #megadeth smut #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #80s

[slvtformen]

SHOWER HEAT 𖤐

"classical music is pretty daunting. it's made me a better player."

paring; dave mustaine x fem!reader

summary; shower sex w dave tbh

warnings; smut pretty much 🤭

note; dawg i was writing this at like 3 in the morning so its not edited lmfaoo i saved this in my drafts.

the shower water felt like it was shooting hot, warm water bullets to your skin. dave's hands roamed to your hip, now resting his hands there while he pounded into you. your boobs bounced up in down in an sync motion, while he thrusted. "fuck– y/n,," he groaned out huskily, while he let out small, yet soft grunts afterwards. you couldn't help but cry out in such pleasure, while electrical bolts shot up through ur body, your stomach twisted and turned, and it felt like butterflies were gonna cough up onto to the tile floor that the shower had to offer. you moved your hands to where dave'e hands were, and you managed to intertwine ur fingers with his.

"dave! oh god, please-" you whined out, whimpers escaped behind it. you sighed out of pleasure and dave continued to pound into you, holding your hands whilst he did so and your pussy clenched around his cock, signaling your close orgasm. "are you- fuck, close baby?" he muttered to you, and you nodded. "i'm gonna need more than a nod, sweetheart. are you close?" he asked almost with a stern tone. "yes, dave, i'm- oh! close.." you breathed. "good girl," he whispered in your ear with a lust toned voice.

after like- a minute or two, you came. your cum dripped down ur thighs and onto your shower floor. dave then came after you, and came on ur ass. you two panted, and dave's fingers let loose with yours. dave then got cleaned up and shut the shower off, and you two got all dressed. dave left a kiss on your cheek, before you heard knocks at your bathroom door. it was marty. "daveee? are you in there? cmon we're gonna practice– wait, is y/n in there with you?" marty spoke, confused. "uhh, no, its just me. marty, tell junior and nick i'll be there in a minute." dave spoke out. "uh-huh.. okay,, uh, i will. see ya dave," he said and walked away.

dave got all ready and you did too. "okay, i'll be done practicing soon, okay babe? i love you." he smiled, and you nodded. "okay. love you too!" you eagerly said, and dave kissed your lips, before walking out.

#rockstars #smut #megadeth smut #megadeth dave mustaine #megadeth #megadeth marty friedman #megadeth nick menza #megadeth david ellefson #nick menza #david ellefson #marty friedman #dave mustaine #dave mustaine smut #nick menza smut #david ellefson smut #marty friedman smut #gar samuelson #chuck behler

[purifycantyouhelpme]

One Kiss Is All It Takes | Dave Mustaine x Fem! Reader

A03link<3

Word count: 327

Summary: Dave Mustaine is teaching you how to kiss and you end up kissing Dave really quick. This takes place during the Rust in Peace era.

Dave and (Y/N) were standing at the bus stop, talking to each other. Dave was wearing a plain, white tshirt, navy blue jeans and black converse shoes and (Y/N) was wearing a white turtleneck crop top with oversized flannel grey shirt with baggy pants and white vans. They were both waiting for the bus because they didn't feel like walking to their next destination. It was silent for a bit until (Y/N) wanted to ask Dave something. "Dave, can you do something for me?" (Y/N) asked Dave. Her hands were behind her back, looking at Dave. "Sure, what is it?" Dave replied as he put his hands in his pockets. "Can you teach me how to kiss?" (Y/N) asked. She facepalmed in embarrassment. That was a stupid question for her to ask. "Kiss?" Dave was confused. He thought that (Y/N) already knew how to kiss but she didn't. Dave put his hands on hip and had a smirk on his face.

"C-Come on, it's so easy." Dave rolled his eyes. (Y/N) removed the hand from her

"All you gotta do is pucker your lips, close your eyes and place your lips on the person's lips or cheek." Dave said "Like this." Dave was showing (Y/N) how to kiss.She thought it was hard but it looked pretty easy. With no hesitation, (Y/N) leaned in and kissed Dave on the lips, exactly the way Dave showed her.

"Like that?" She asked Dave. Dave was shocked that (Y/N) kissed him.

He was silent and was flustered for a moment. He put his hand over his mouth for a bit and then he put his hand on his cheek. He was blushing like crazy. "Y-Yeah…. Just like that." Dave was smiling and looking at (Y/N). (Y/N) laughed a little. "Thanks, Dave." (Y/N) smiled. "No problem." Dave chuckled nervously as he turned his away from (Y/N).

#dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine #megadeth fanfiction #megadeth #a03 fic

[bubbledtee]

good morning, currently thinking about being able to dominate dave for once and teasing the absolute fuck out of him until he’s practically begging you to ride him <3333 you’d have him handcuffed to the bed and you’d be just giving him little touches on his cock and tummy, making his hips jump every timeeee :((( i can just imagine him trying to be dominant from below you for a few moment before he’s just too needy to do anything :/// he’d end up just babbling about his bad he needs to feel your tight cunt around his cock hhhhhhh

#i need him so bad #dave mustaine x y/n #dave mustaine x reader #dave mustaine smut #bub’s thoughts

[lost-in-the-80s]

Fake Date

Pairing: Dave Mustaine x fem!reader

Words: 1,965k

Summary: You and Dave have been friends with benefits since forever, but to help Junior out, you guys agree on pretending to be a couple, going on a double date with him. (smut)

A/N: I’m not sure if this is good or not because it has been in my drafts for a while, but anyway, I hope you guys like it :)

Warnings: Mature content (f i n g e r s)

“You want us to do what!?” Y/N asked, her eyes widened while Dave choked on his beer beside her.

“Just for one night, it will be just one hour, two in max.” Junior tried to defend his plan.

“No way!” Dave managed to say, still trying to calm down.

“I swear it’s the only time you’ll have to do it!”

“Why do you want us to do it so bad?” She asked, getting up and walking towards the ginger’s kitchen to get something to eat.

“Ah, you don’t understand.” Junior sighed. 

“Then explain,” Dave instructed. 

“Every time Julie comes around Y/N’s here, she confronted me about it and I told her she had nothing to worry about, but she wouldn’t listen to me, so I told her that she shouldn’t be worried because the two of you were dating.” He gesticulated with his hands, trying to make them understand his point.

“You said what?” Both of them said at the same time. 

“Then she got all excited about it and said that we should go on a double date, and I tried, I swear that I tried to make her change her mind, but she fucking wants to do it.” He sighed, looking at the ground.

“If we do this, you’re gonna owe us big time!” Dave said, pointing his finger at the blonde. 

“Exactly,” Y/N shouted from the kitchen. 

“Come on, it’s not as if you guys had never kissed each other.” 

It was true, and to be honest, the two of them had done many more things than just kissing. Y/N and Dave knew each other way before Megadeth, they met in 1980, and even though they were just friends, in the beginning, the sexual tension between them had always been out of the roof, so it didn’t take them too long to engage in a “friends with benefits” kind of relationship.

And even though both of them hated to admit, what they felt for each other stopped being just attraction a long time ago. Now they’d sleep together after sex, cuddling against each other and talking sweet nothings while doing it. Sometimes, they’d be doing something random, like talking, and then would start kissing, even in front of others. When one was sick, the other moved mountains to help, and they had even got into fights with strangers for each other, but the two of them were too proud to ever say anything about it. 

And as Dave liked to think: “You don’t have a problem if you pretend it doesn’t exist.” 

That was his excuse when Junior talked to him about Y/N a few weeks before the date. He thought the metaphor wasn’t the best, but he understood his friend, Dave always hated complicated things, mainly because he knew he was complicated himself, and he feared that if they spoke up about it, it would become complicated and it wouldn’t work out anymore. 

And so here they were, Junior and Julie sat on a bench in front of Dave in a restaurant, all of them waiting for Y/N, who, as per usual, was late. The ginger played anxiously with the ring in his finger while he silently thought about how weird it would be for them to pretend that they were a normal couple. 

Wait, a normal couple? His conscience teased him. 

We are a couple…. I think? I mean, we hadn't seen anyone else for almost a year now… He tried to defend himself.

Then why are you so fucking worried? His mind fought back, but he had no time to reply because the center of his thoughts entered the place. 

She was wearing a leather skirt and a white button-up shirt, with lots of opened buttons, revealing a lot of her skin and making it obvious that she wasn’t wearing any bra. She walked elegantly on her high heels until she reached the table, a warm smile on her lips. 

Fuck, it’s almost as if she's teasing me. Dave thought to himself as he got up, adjusting his jeans to try to make his now-forming bulge less visible. 

“Hey, baby.” She leaned in, giving his lips a quick kiss before she turned towards the other couple. “Hey guys, how are you?”

“Hey, Y/N! We’re good.” Junior answered, giving her a quick side hug before moving out of the way so that Julie and Y/N could hug. 

“I loved your necklace.” Julie complimented, smiling before they all sat down, Y/N sitting next to Dave.

“Ah, thank you! It’s my favorite one. Dave gave me some years ago” She smiled, touching the golden accessory that she never took off.

“I’m sorry for dragging you guys here with us. It’s just that, we saw each other just twice?” Anne looked at Y/N, who only nodded in response. “And I really wanted to get to know you better.” 

“Oh, it’s fine! Dave and I were actually thinking about going out tonight anyway.” She touched his thigh, asking for support on her story.

“Yeah, we try to always go out on Fridays.” 

“That’s a nice tradition! For how long have you guys been together?” 

Dave cleared his throat before answering. “Little more than a year. We were just friends before.” 

“Aw, so it started with a friendship? That’s so sweet!” 

A waiter showed up, asking what they wanted to eat. 

“I’ll have spaghetti,” Junior said, handing his menu to the man in front of him. 

“And for the lady?” The man asked, looking at her.

“I’ll have this chicken salad, please.” 

The man nodded, turning towards the other two. 

“Steak and fries,” Dave looked towards Y/N. “for you too right?” 

She nodded. 

“Two steaks with fries then.”

“Anything to drink?”

“Yes, bring us two cokes, please.” She handed him their menu before resting her back on the bench, feeling Dave’s fingers slightly playing with her shoulder as his arm rested on the back of the bench.

They knew each other well enough to ask for each other, in fact, they had the same tastes and thoughts on basically everything, and this similarity was the main reason for their feelings towards each other. 

“And who spoke up first?” Julie asked.

“It was me,” Dave answered, making a small pause to find a story to fill in.

“We went to a party, got drunk and ended up spilling our guts.” She finished for him. 

Pretty believable, coming from the two of us. He thought.

Soon the food arrived and they all started eating, talking about Megadeth and how excited they were to go on a second tour together, but as soon as the food was over, Y/N felt Dave’s hand resting on her thigh. It stayed there for a good while and she was almost sure that he had done it on reflex, but then his hand started to travel upwards, making her give him a glare, to which he just smirked. 

Dave’s hands wandered underneath her skirt, finding her panties very easily. He ran his calloused fingertips against its fabric, seeing how a mix of despair and lust filled her eyes.

“And how did you two met?” Y/N asked, hoping that they would spend time enough talking, knowing that she would be too distracted to talk back for a while.

“Oh yeah, I was at this record shop…” 

She kept on talking, but Y/N stopped listening to anything as soon as Dave slid her panties to the side and started running his finger up and down in between her folds, feeling how it soon started to get wet. 

She sighed slowly, but upended her legs further, giving him better access. 

“You know those things you put money inside? Damn, I forgot the name.” Julie asked, rubbing her forehead to try to remember. 

“Cash register?” Y/N managed to say before one of Dave’s fingers entered her core, going slowly in and out of her, making her bite her bottom lip.

“Yes! Cash register!” Julie giggled, keeping on telling her story. “I couldn’t open it, and then David came and helped me, we started talking, and look at us now.” She smiled, looking tenderly to the blonde beside her.

“That’s a very good story,” Y/N answered quickly, one of her hands gripping on the table as it got difficult for her to talk normally.

“You know, Julie, Y/N used to work at a record shop too! Why don’t you tell Julie some stories?” Dave asked, his smirk growing as he inserted another finger inside of her, making her close her eyes tightly while her mouth opened slightly.

“Really?” Julie asked, looking really interested. 

“Ye-Yeah! For an… for a year or so.”

As soon as she started talking, Dave curled his fingers inside of her, causing her a lot of concentration to finish her quote. 

“Which record shop?”

Dave found her sweet spot, hitting it with his finger a few times, making her legs close tightly on reflex.

“Hm… which one?” She grabbed his free hand on top of the table, gripping tight at it.

“Yeah.”

“The na-… one with… I- I don’t remember the name.”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” Julie said before taking a sip of her water.

Dave hit her g-spot a few more times, making her close her eyes as she felt her walls clenching for the orgasm that was about to hit her, but he removed his finger before she could reach her climax, making her give him a mortal glare. 

“Wow, it’s getting late!” Julie said, looking at the watch. “I should go, I have to work tomorrow.” She smiled. 

“Yeah, let’s go. I’ll drive you home.” Junior smiled, getting up. 

“What do you think, love? Let’s go too?” Dave asked.

“Yeah, sure!” 

All of them got up going towards the cashier to pay, and when the others weren’t looking anymore, Dave sucked his fingers clean before turning towards Y/N and whispering in her ear. “God, I love dessert.” 

She smirked, before looking down and realizing that he had a very noticeable bone inside his pants, and so she realized that he wouldn’t leave her hanging after all. 

Exiting the place, Junior turned towards Dave. “Will you come with us, or….”

“I’ll spend the night at Y/N’s, don’t worry.” 

They all said their goodbyes and Junior opened the passenger door for Julie, closing it when she entered the car before walking back to his friends. “I know exactly what you were doing.” 

Y/N shrugged before Dave got a cigarette from his jacket's pocket while saying: “I couldn’t help it. Sorry mate!” 

Junior rolled his eyes, but went back to his car, turning on the engine and leaving the parking lot. 

“That was not nice of you.” She turned towards him, taking the cigarette from his lips and bringing it to hers.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause, it was damn nice to me.” He smirked, both hands circling her waist to bring her closer to him. 

She put the cigarette in between her fingers, blowing out some smoke on his face, seeing the lust that sparkled in his eyes. 

Leaning in, she whispered in his ear: “You won’t find it so nice when you’re the one being teased.” 

Her words making a shiver ran down his spine. “Are you going to tease me?” He asked near her ear.

“Oh, I will…” Her voice an octave lower, soft like velvet. “But you won’t know when, or where, you’ll just realize it when it’s already done.” 

He smirked, taking the cigarette from her hand and taking a long drag of it,  he looked up, blowing the smoke away before leaning in and kissing her. Her hands finding the back of his neck while their tongues started a battle against each other. 

“How about we finish this in my place?” She asked when they pulled apart, taking the cigarette to her lips again.

“Sounds like a plan.” He smirked.

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[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Idiot

Pairing: Dave Mustaine x Reader (Requested)

Author’s Note: do NOT try and tell me Dave knows how to handle his emotions

Dave was nervous.

The churning feeling in his gut was somewhat new to him. He was never nervous. He hadn’t been nervous for his first ever gig, hadn’t been nervous when he took on the role of singer for Megadeth, hadn’t even been nervous when he’d lost his fucking virginity.

But today, he was nervous because, today, he would be telling you that he was in love with you and, today, would ultimately get rejected by you.

“Do I look okay?” Dave asked, gazing at his reflection in the cracked hall mirror. He tugged nervously at the wrinkled t-shirt he was wearing.

David peered over at him from his spot on the sofa. It was unusual for Dave to ask for his opinion on anything and Dave was never one to care about what he was wearing. His suspicion was immediately raised.

“You look fine,” David responded coolly. “Why do you want to know?”

Dave’s eyes didn’t leave the mirror. His gaze now drifted to his hair and his hand rose to run his fingers through it. He’d washed it especially for today. Even though you’d seen him unshowered and looking disastrously before, he wanted to make a good impression on you.

“I’m going to see (Y/N) today,” Dave eventually answered. He hated to admit this information to Junior, but at the same time was interested in any advice David might have for him. David was much more sensitive than Dave, which was something Dave often teased him for relentlessly. However, this also meant that Junior was superior when it came to romance.

“Oh,” Junior said, immediately understanding why Dave was acting strangely. “You’re nervous?”

“No,” Dave snapped. “Why would I be nervous?”

Because you’re going to make an idiot of yourself.

Dave frowned as he internally answered his own question.

“I don’t know,” David said, sensing that Dave did not want to discuss his nerves. He should have known that. Dave never discussed his feelings. That’s probably why he was so nervous to admit his crush on you. “I’m sure everything will go fine,” he added on.

Dave just huffed and made his way to the front door. Without so much as a goodbye, he was slamming the door behind him, headed to your apartment.

He made it to your place in record time, anxious not just to see you, but for this whole ordeal to be over as soon as possible. When it came time to knock on your door however, he faltered.

Did he really want to do this? He had been crushing on you for months now but admitting that could end your entire friendship. You would undoubtedly fail to reciprocate his feelings for you. In fact, you would probably find it laughable that someone like him could think he had a chance with someone like you.

Pushing away his fears though, he knocked on your door.

Your smiling face greeted him within seconds and his stomach once again filled with those damn butterflies at the sight of you.

“Hey,” you said happily, stepping forward and giving him a quick embrace. “What are you doing here?”

Dave’s brain scrambled to find some kind of words to say to you. The feeling of your arms wrapped around his waist had left him feeling unable to form any kind of sentence.

“Um, I just, hi,” he stammered. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

Your brow quirked at his fumbling, but your smile stayed put. You simply opened the door wider and gestured him inside.

“Okay,” you said, “Come on in then. Let’s talk.”

He followed you silently to your couch, mind racing. Every muscle in his body urged him to run to the front door and get the hell out of your apartment but he stayed put. He plopped down unceremoniously on your sofa after you patted the cushion, motioning for him to sit.

“So, what’s up?” you asked Dave. He was acting strangely. Normally, Dave was one to just barge through your front door, typically with a six pack in hand and ranting about some jackass he encountered on the way over. It was peculiar to see him so demure and quiet.

“I have to tell you something,” Dave said, ringing his hands together.

You tried to give him a reassuring smile. The poor boy seemed terrified. “Shoot.”

Dave took a deep breath and tried to remember what he had practiced in the mirror earlier.

“Okay, I’m going to tell you, but I just want to say sorry in advance. I’m in love with you, (Y/N). I know that we’re just friends and I don’t even know when my feelings for you changed but I love you.” He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at it sharply. “I love you and I know it’s stupid. I know that I’m just some loser who’s barely got a band and is always drunk. I know you deserve more but I just thought I’d tell you because, well, I guess I don’t really know why. I guess maybe some dumb part of me thought there was a chance that you’d feel the same. God, I’m such a fucking idiot! I’ll just go.”

Dave got up hastily from the couch and made his way to the door without so much as a glance at you.

You watched him open your door and leave your apartment in shock before you finally registered what was happening. Dave had just confessed that he loved you and then left your apartment. Shit! He’d just left your apartment!

You leapt to your feet and raced to the door. Dave couldn’t have made it far and you had to stop him. You had to tell him you felt the same.

“Dave!” you called out, entering the hallway of your building. You spotted him at the end of the hall about to enter the stairwell. “Dave, wait!”

As much as Dave wanted to get far away from you, he stayed put and waited for you to catch up to him. He was embarrassed. He’d just spilled his heart out to you like a total lovesick fool and now you were coming to try and console him and let him down easy.

When you reached him, you immediately took ahold of one of his hands.

“Dave, why did you leave?” you asked. “You didn’t even give me a chance to respond.”

He stared down at his shoes, thick red hair forming a curtain around his face. “I don’t know,” he mumbled. “I guess I just knew what you were going to say.”

“What was I going to say?” you asked, knowing he was mistaken.

“That I’m an idiot,” Dave said, lifting his head to meet your eyes. “I know I shouldn’t have said anything, okay?”

You frowned. “Well, you are an idiot,” you said.

Dave’s cheeks flushed and he frowned bitterly. He ripped his hand away from yours and moved to the stairs again.

“Because I actually am in love with you too,” you continued. “You’re an idiot for thinking that you’re not good enough. You’re an idiot because I like you too.”

Dave stilled at your confession. He turned back to you, eyes wide.

“You do?”

You scoffed lightly and took a step towards him. You placed a hand on the back of his head, waving your fingers through his hair as you pulled him into a hungry kiss. Dave reacted immediately, kissing you back with fervor.

When the two of you finally pulled apart for air, you only had one thing to say.

“I love you, dumbass.”

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[jaymz-het69]

March 4 1983

Seek ‘N Destroy

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[tuffduff]

But...I Like You (Dave Mustaine x Reader)

Pairing: fluff Dave Mustaine x female reader

Words: 2,384

Summary: Dave’s never been one for the holidays or romance, not until one fateful day at the laundromat changes everything. Suddenly, he finds himself seeing The Nutcracker and wonders just what lengths he’d go for this girl.

Taglist: @ubernoxa @the--blackdahlia @reigns420 @stradlin-cold-heartbreaker @rumoured-whispers

Dave couldn’t recognize himself in the mirror. His frame was wrapped in a new and unusually lavish coat, the first coat he owned that actually fit him—hell, the first coat he had bought ever. There was a scarf around his neck made of something called cashmere, something he never thought he would have adorning his body. Most notable, however, was the look of glassy fear in his eyes.

He had let go of general fear a long time ago. Fear held him back, and he wasn’t about to let anything hold him back. And who the fuck cares, really? But there it was again, that little uncertain glimmer making his eyes frown. He couldn’t decide what he didn’t like more—his outfit or the look on his face.

When he walked out to the living room of his apartment, he nearly tried to sneak back into his room, but Junior and Jeff had already caught sight of him.

“Woah there, is that you, Dave? Are you under there?” Jeff teased and Dave was already glaring.

“Man, where are you going, huh? I didn’t realize you even owned this outfit.” Junior added, to which Dave felt less anger, so he focused on him, rather than Jeff—who he still wanted to punch.

“To see a show.” He said curtly, trying to close the conversation forcefully, of course, to no avail.

“You’re not going to the movies dressed like that. Where are you actually going?” Jeff joked, glancing at Junior to be backed up.

“I never said movie.” Dave retorted, glaring at the guitarist before he gathered his wallet and looked for his keys.

“So, where are you really going?”

“I’m going to see a production, it’s at the Opera House, it’s a little more upscale—”

“Opera House? You’re going to see an opera?” Jeff exploded

“No.” Dave snapped, growing more annoyed.

“What does this mean for Megadeth?” Jeff just kept pestering until Dave finally yelled.

“It’s the fucking Nutcracker!” Jeff and Junior were silent before they began to laugh. “Look, it wasn’t my idea—clearly. The San Francisco Ballet Company is doing their annual show, apparently they were the first in the US to produce a full-length production, and Y/N really wanted to go…”

“Oh,” Junior realized, leaning his head back with a knowing look on his face that made Dave glare again. “Y/N.”

“Yeah, shut up about it.” Dave snapped. Jeff looked between them.

“Y/N? Who’s Y/N?”

“This girl Dave met a while back at the laundromat.” Jeff raised an eyebrow.

“Think you met ‘the one’ at the laundromat, huh?” Jeff said incredulously. Dave sent another glare at Junior before he finally saw his keys laying on the kitchen counter and snatched them up.

“You’ll never be capable of knowing what I think, Jeff. You lack the brain cells.” He snapped, leaving the apartment. Outside, he let out a breath that he could see in the air.

Was he being too harsh on his band mates? No, never that. Was he being defensive? Maybe. Was he being stupid? Yes.

Stupid for letting you actually make him have these little daydreams littering his head for the past few weeks.

It started at the laundromat, yes, but Dave wasn’t the type of man that idealized romantic prospects. The light didn’t hit you in a certain way and the angels didn’t sing like the way it always did in those cliche romance movies. Rather, you dropped your entire load of laundry on the floor in front of him.

“Shoot,” you had sighed, merely looking at the garments of clothing with disdained tiredness. As he watched it all unfold, he had imagined what he would do in that moment—probably react in some type of anger—and watched as a smile came across your face before you looked directly at him. It was just a brief moment, but Dave felt like he was confined to that chair for an hour. Like he’d never been seen before in his life until that moment, in the dimly lit dingy laundromat.

“It must be Monday.” You said, before calmly getting on your knees and beginning to put the clothes back in the basket. For some reason, he found himself next to you.

“It’s Sunday.” He corrected you, to which you laughed.

“Even worse.”

His hand landed on a Led Zeppelin shirt to which he glanced over at you. “You a fan?”

“Yeah! Love them. How can you go wrong with them?” You eyed him again longer than he expected and he nearly winced when you narrowed them speculatively. “You look familiar.”

“I’m in a band.” He admitted, before too quickly adding, “Megadeth.” He hoped to see realization light your eyes, but you shook your head.

“No. Maybe I’ve seen your face on MTV?”

“There’s a chance.”

“I was joking.” You laughed. “But clearly, you’re not, huh. You know, there’s a record store across the street. Prove it.” You smiled at him.

The both of you left your laundry to be washed and headed over to the local record shop decorated with string Christmas lights on the roof and frosted windows. He bought their latest for you So Far, So Good…So What? and briefly gave you quick insight about where he got the name of the band from, song titles, why he enjoyed music...

Okay, he spilled his guts. He couldn’t stop talking. But that wasn’t his fault—you were hanging onto his every word. You listened, really listened; you seemed to listen more than anyone he had ever spoken to. More than that, you seemed to understand. And so, he went back to the laundromat next week at the same exact time, walking as quick as he could and hating that fact that he was doing so, until he felt relief when he saw you inside again.

You remembered him too—you smiled when you saw him. “It must be Sunday, huh?”

“Got it right this time.” He replied with a smirk.

Dave was aware he could talk someone’s ear off. He had a lot to say about the world and its affairs and usually didn’t care a whole lot about other people’s thoughts—they were usually stupid. But you, he made an active attempt to listen to. He listened rather than spoke, and when he did speak, he would ask questions, trying to get to know you on an even deeper level. And just as he assumed, you kept his attention better than anyone else.

You had a way of looking at the world from a completely different perspective than him. Like it was something to be solved. Like a bad thing didn’t mean it was the end of the road. That nothing really stays dead, that every little thing has a purpose, a meaning.

“Surely that’s not true.” Dave finally said. “Not every single thing has a meaning. Some things are just the way they are and that’s the way it is.” You just smiled at him.

“If it weren’t for the fact that my washer broke, I wouldn’t have come here. And if it weren’t for the fact that I thought it was Monday—my usual laundry day—instead of Sunday, I wouldn’t have met you.”

Dave didn’t understand the way his heart pounded a little harder. He wondered if he imagined the way your eyes stared a little too long at his and felt absolutely stupid for even having such a thought. And yet, he couldn’t stop staring. He couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering down your body. He couldn’t stop himself from telling David about you.

Oh, he knew exactly what was happening. He was strapped in on a rollercoaster ride and he was nearing the drop, unable to do nothing but watch as he felt things he’d never felt before. The whole reason he pursued guitar playing was to pick up girls; he had had lots of girls. And you, you weren’t like them. You seemed to admire him for being in a band, but you were more interested in why he hated breakfast and never ate it. Or why he didn’t like Christmas.

“This doesn’t just make you automatically happy?” You questioned him, gesturing to the atmosphere that surrounded the two of you. Your meetings had upgraded to a coffee shop. Dave didn’t drink coffee, but he watched you order a hot chocolate and realized maybe that was okay and ordered the same.

“What? The crowds, the god-awful music, the annoying lights everywhere, everyone’s ugly sweaters?” You grinned and laughed, and he wished the sound could be pumped out of the shop’s speakers rather than “Jingle Bells.”

“It’s just the time of year when everything is supposed to go right.” You ignored him, smiling a little. “When I was a kid, I used to go and see The Nutcracker with my family every year. The San Francisco Ballet Company started it—they had the first full length production back in 1944. Or at least, that’s what my mom said.”

“I’m guessing they’ve got shows going on with it being so close to Christmas.” Dave wasn’t sure why he was saying that. You nodded.

“Yeah, their last show is Sunday.”

“Why don’t we go?” You were just as surprised as he was.

“What? You’re kidding. A ballet doesn’t seem very up your alley, Mr. Megadeth.”

“Try me, think I’m just some metal knucklehead that couldn’t appreciate it?”

“I don’t think you would like it.”

“Maybe I will, you don’t know me.” You chuckled, but still appeared unsure, which only made him more determined. “Look, you said you haven’t been in forever. I’m in a good place this year after the album, those tickets will be nothing. It’s on me. So, if I were you, I would just agree before I change my mind.”

“Well...alright.”

And here he was outside this damn theater, pulling on his coat, knowing his hair was out of place despite that fact that he had tied it back. He was still getting strange looks by the crowd of couples walking arm in arm into the theater, telling him without words that he didn’t belong.

“Dave?” He heard from behind him and turned. He was already thinking of some kind of dry teasing reply, but all words left his head at the sight of you, dressed nicer than he’d seen you yet, every hair in place. “Look at you! You own a scarf?” He scoffed, feeling a smirk grow on his face.

“Stole it from a guy on my way here.” He joked to make you laugh. To his surprise, you also leaned in and kissed his cheek. As if that’s just what you did. All of it was so foreign; you, this theater, this ballet show. And he was a puzzle piece that shouldn’t fit.

“Shall we?” You asked. He was still trying to find the words to compliment you, but instead, he nodded.

In your seats with the lights down, Dave alternated his time from watching the stage and the dancers to the other audience members, young and old alike. All of them seemed to fit each other’s company, each other’s social circle; he was the anomaly.

And then there was you, which he elected to watch for the rest of his time. The way your eyes quickly flitted back and forth as you took in the sight, your eyebrows raising, how you’d hold your breath for a second at the really dramatic parts.

All of a sudden, there was you, sweeter than a sugar plum, somehow embodying all the niceness everyone said Christmas was supposed to be about. Thanks to you, he was out of his element, and he felt like he was meant to be there. After all, where did he really belong anyway?

Did it matter if he could be anywhere with you?

“So?” You asked him eagerly after the show when the lights came back on. The two of you sat in your seats as everyone around you stood, in no hurry.

“You’re going to be surprised to hear this, but there are a lot of similarities between classical music and metal. Really, Tchaikovsky’s stuff isn’t so different than—”

“I meant the show! The story! Oh, did you see the costumes?” You laughed, and he smiled, shaking his head at you.

“To be honest, I was watching you most of the time.” You seemed startled by his words, and he took your speechlessness as the chance to keep going. “I couldn’t find the words to tell you earlier how beautiful you look. Really, this whole night I just kept thinking that maybe it was a mistake. That I’m not the type of guy that comes here, I’m the guy playing in the sleazy, dark club on the bad side of town. But I was wrong. And I’m glad I came; I should have done it right though. I should’ve brought you flowers, picked you up, I should’ve complimented you as soon as I saw you, I should have kissed you when you kissed my cheek—”

“Dave.” You interrupted him calmly, taking his hand in yours and giving him an ever-growing smile. “You have no idea how much this means to me. Christmas is my favorite time of the year, but this year it’s been so hectic, and I haven’t been able to really enjoy it...until now. That was all I actually wanted. I don’t care about the flowers.” He stared at you for a second before he smiled.

“That’s all?” He asked before he leaned in closer, grazing the side of your cheek with his lips as he whispered. “You don’t want one more thing?” He felt your hand rest on his cheek and turned his head to press his lips to yours, savoring the moment and realizing he had never really been kissed before, not like this.

“Well, I guess that too.” You mumbled with that sweet smile on your face before you looked up at him with big eyes. “Okay but really, was it up to your standards, or was I right all along?”

“I hate Christmas. And I don’t really enjoy the things that come with it.” He admitted with a keen smirk as he pulled back, and you giggled. He let himself enjoy the feeling of your face cradled between his hands, so used to always cradling a guitar, this new sensation—skin-on-skin—was intoxicating. As were your lips, that he leaned in again to steal another kiss from. “But...I like you.”

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