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Hey, I’m Maddy aka ladyfromthe80s! I’m a fan of all things 60s, 70s, 80s (especially 80s), and 90’s rock, metal, and grunge. I write fanfics about the loml, Dave Mustaine.

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My Fanfics:

Rock My World (Full fanfic)

The Interview (Oneshot) (NSFW)

Long Time, No See (Oneshot)

Insomniac (Oneshot)

Each and Every One (Oneshot)

Backstage Pass (Oneshot) (NSFW)

First Time? (Oneshot) (NSFW)

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holierthanyou

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James and Kirk with skateboards

only-a-heartbeat-away

Metallica

the-call-of-delulu

could you maybe write reader giving early megadeth dave (around 1984) her first blowjob? (bonus, you don’t have to add this: they have a bit of history between them but haven’t seen each other for a few years)

“First Time?” - Dave Mustaine x Reader

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Content Warning: Contains sexually explicit material

Music reverberated throughout the cramped apartment, loud enough that the walls seemed to vibrate with every bass note. Empty beer bottles and red solo cups crowded every available surface, cigarette smoke drifted in hazy clouds toward the ceiling, the smell of pot permeated the air, and people squeezed shoulder-to-shoulder through the narrow hallways, laughing over one another.

You hadn't planned on coming to this party tonight. But your friend had dragged you along, insisting that there'd be live music, cheap drinks, and familiar faces. And she had certainly been right about one of those things.

While walking into the kitchen, you accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry-" You said apologetically, but the word caught in your throat upon realizing who it was.

You just bumped into Dave Mustaine, one of your closest childhood friends. The two of you practically grew up together, and hung out all throughout middle and high school. And frankly — though you never admitted it to him out of fear of ruining the friendship — you always had a slight crush on him.

Although, you hadn't seen him in ages. Not for any particular reason, like a fight or anything — life had just pulled the two of you in different directions. He got busy with his budding music career, and you had your own life to worry about.

But seeing him in the flesh after all this time brought memories flooding back to you fast enough to give you whiplash. All you could bring yourself to do was stand there in awe.

Dave looked up from where he was fishing another beer out of a cooler. His curly red hair was longer than you remembered, his denim jacket was patched and fraying at the sleeves, and there was a faint crease between his eyebrows that disappeared the second he recognized you.

"No way." He said, his eyes instantly widening at the sight of you. "Y/N, is that really you?"

For a second, all the noise around you seemed to disappear.

You smiled before you could stop yourself. "It's really me."

He laughed, almost in disbelief. "I thought someone was messing with me."

"What, you thought I vanished off the face of the Earth or something?" You chuckled.

"You kinda did."

"You kinda did." You corrected him. No hostility in your tone, just someone glad to be reunited with an old friend.

"Yeah, I guess that kinda was on me..." He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking less like the fiery guitarist everyone talked about and more like the guy you used to know. "Sorry, I've just had a lot going on... the band and everything."

You smiled understandingly. "I get it."

"I haven't seen you in..." He trailed off, deep in thought.

"Three years." You finished his sentence.

"Damn."

Neither of you moved or said anything for a moment, and just really took each other in for the first time in a long time. People brushed past, someone shouted from the living room, and a bottle clinked against the countertop, but neither of you seemed to notice.

"You look good." Dave said, breaking the silence.

"Thanks." You felt yourself blush slightly at his flattery, but quickly hid it. "So do you."

He leaned against the counter, folding his arms. "So... what've you been up to?"

The conversation came surprisingly easily after that. You talked about work, mutual friends, places you'd both been since you last saw each other. He told stories that became increasingly animated the longer he spoke, his hands moving constantly as he talked about rehearsals, tiny clubs, impossible schedules, and everything he wanted his new band to become.

"You really believe it's gonna work?" You replied.

"I have to."

There wasn't any arrogance in the way he said it, only certainty. Like the success of his band was inevitable.

"If I stop believing for even a second..." He shrugged. "...then what's the point?"

You smiled. "I always liked that about you."

"What?"

"You dream big."

He grinned slightly. "I thought everyone made fun of me for that."

"Some do." You shrugged, eliciting a laugh from him. "But I never did."

A group of people squeezed into the kitchen, instantly making the room feel too small.

Someone recognized Dave and called out. "Hey! We need you in the living room!"

"In a minute!" Dave responded exasperatedly.

The guy waggled his eyebrows after noticing you standing together, and Dave rolled his eyes. "Ignore him."

You chuckled. "I wasn't going to ask."

"Good." He looked relieved. "You wanna get some air?"

You nodded.

The two of you slid open the screen door and were enveloped by the warm air of the summer evening. The balcony wasn't much bigger than a closet, but compared to the crowded apartment it felt peaceful. The city stretched out below in a sea of lights. From inside, the music became little more than a muffled pulse.

Dave lit up a cigarette and took a drag, then rested his elbows on the railing. "Y'know, I almost didn't come tonight."

You watched as he blew out a thin stream of smoke, enamored by his presence. You wanted to say that you felt the same way. How you always seemed to feel the same way as Dave and that in all the time you've known him, you've always felt so connected to him. That you still do, despite having not seen each other in so long. It took everything in you to not just burst out into the love confession speech that teenage you had meticulously crafted and recited to yourself while in the shower or laying in bed at night more times than you'd ever admit to anyone.

"Really?" You said, maintaining careful nonchalance.

Dave nodded. "I've been living in rehearsal spaces so much I forgot what a normal evening looks like."

"You mean this?" You gestured toward the crowded apartment behind you.

"I never said this was normal."

You both laughed.

The silence that followed wasn't awkward, just comfortable. He offered his cigarette to you and you inhaled a puff before handing it back.

"I heard about everything." You said quietly, and he knew what you meant. "The band."

"Yeah." He sighed. "People love to talk."

"They do." You nodded.

"They don't usually know what they're talking about, though." He scoffed.

"I figured."

He glanced over at you. "You believe me?"

"I'm willing to hear your side."

He looked genuinely touched by that. "There aren't many people who'd say that."

"I've known you a long time, Dave."

"You have." His voice softened, and he eyed you up and down. "I missed you."

Your heart skipped a beat. The words came so naturally to him that they didn't sound at all rehearsed.

"I missed you too." You replied.

"I kept thinking I'd run into you eventually." He smiled, but it was smaller than before. "Hoping is actually more like it..."

Your lips parted and your mouth went slightly ajar, but you couldn't seem to form the words to respond. The butterflies in your stomach flapped wildly.

He'd really been thinking about you as much as you had been of him?

"Me too."

The breeze stirred a few loose curls across his forehead. Without thinking, you reached over and brushed them aside, your fingers ever so slightly grazing his temple. He went completely still.

"You still do that." He murmured.

"What?"

"Act like touching me is the most natural thing in the world."

You smiled faintly. "It used to be."

Dave then put out is cigarette, dropping it on the floor of the balcony and stabbing it out with his shoe. His eyes searched yours for a long moment, as though trying to figure out whether too much time had passed to bridge the distance between then and now. Apparently deciding it hadn't, he stepped a little closer, and the space between the two of you felt charged.

"I've been wondering something all night."

"What?"

"If I kiss you..." He paused, giving you every chance to answer. "...am I about three years too late?"

Your eyes widened and you let out a bashful laugh. This was everything you had been hoping and yearning for for years. Countless nights were spent fantasizing about a moment exactly like this, and now here it was.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

You grinned. "But I'm here now."

His grin returned. "I'll take 'now.'"

He lifted a hand, brushing a thumb gently along your cheek as though making sure this was real. When you leaned in the rest of the way, he met you halfway. When your lips met, it was like everything you had ever dreamed about. The kiss was slow and tentative at first, carrying all the uncertainty of two people who had resisted feelings for each other for years.

When you finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, smiling in that crooked, unmistakable way you remembered. "I've wanted to do that since you bumped into me."

"I've wanted to do that for years." You admitted.

"So why didn't you?" He asked.

"I didn't think that you felt the same way." You could feel yourself blushing at the sudden vulnerability. "I thought you only liked me as a friend, and I didn't wanna mess that up."

"I did feel the same." Dave confessed.

Your heart beat out of your chest. All this time, the both of you had felt the same way and were just too scared to be open about your feelings.

The music inside swelled as someone opened the balcony door, and the spell of the quiet moment broke with laughter and voices spilling outside. Dave looked inside toward the party, then back at you.

In the blur of the moment, the two of you were swept back into the apartment, and shoved your way through the crowd of people into a dimly lit, empty bedroom.

Dave shut the door and locked it behind him, his back pressed against the door as you kissed him, this time more fervently. Now that you knew how long the two of you had been pining over each other, you felt you had to make up for lost time. Dave kissed you back with the same intensity, and in the dark of the room, you could feel his hands running blindly over your body. The music and laughter outside the room melted away and all you could hear was both of your heavy breathing and his hands grasping wildly at the fabric of your clothes.

Dave kissed down your jawline onto your neck and his breath on your sensitive skin sent chills throughout your body.

"I've thought about this a lot." He admitted, smiling into your collarbone.

"Yeah?"

You felt him nod, then he flipped the two of you so you were the one with your back against the door. In the low light of the room, you could make out a lustful gleam in his eyes before he went back to leaving trails of kisses all over you.

His body pressed up against yours completely, and you could feel his bulge taught in his jeans, rubbing against you. And it turned you on like crazy.

You could only imagine how experienced Dave was in comparison to you. Being in a rock band and given how attractive he is, you could assume that he'd probably slept with countless women by this point. But you were still a virgin. As embarrassed as you were to admit it whenever people asked you about it, you had never even done so much as oral sex, let alone the real deal.

Your justification? You were waiting for the right person.

And Dave was exactly that.

Suddenly, you shoved him backward in the tiny room onto the bed, your lips never disconnecting from his.

You felt him smile against your lips. "Someone's frisky..."

Dave sat on the edge of the bed and you straddled him, feeling his obvious erection brushing against the inside of your thigh.

"Speak for yourself..." You giggled.

"Well how could I not be?" He laughed slightly, pulling away to get a better view of your face. "Look at you."

With newfound boldness, you got off of his lap and knelt down on the floor in front of him, his gaze watching you intently the whole time.

"Guess I have to do something about this then, huh?"

A smirk crept onto Dave's face. "Only if you want to."

You reached a hand to start undoing the button and zipper on his jeans and Dave shifted at the sensation of your hands on him. You pulled down his boxers, and his hard dick sprung out eagerly.

Your naïveté must have been obvious from the look on your face at the sight of his length, as he chuckled slightly.

"First time?"

You nodded slowly, your cheeks flushing slightly red with embarrassment.

He grinned. "I'm honored."

You tentatively wrapped your hand around his dick, and started pumping up and down slowly. He inhaled slightly at the sensation. You didn't want to do something wrong and taint everything that had happened so far tonight. Dave must have sensed your nervousness because he reached down a hand to run it through your hair soothingly.

"It's okay." He said reassuringly.

At that, you decided you were ready to take him in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around him, and started bobbing your head up and down. He immediately grunted at the feeling of your mouth around him. His hand tightened in your hair and you could tell that whatever you were doing was good.

"Fuck... just like that, Y/N." He groaned, leaning his head back.

Though it was difficult to fit the entirety of his length in your mouth and throat considering how big he was, you felt your confidence growing at the sounds he was making and his praise.

Eventually you began to gradually pick up the pace, causing his breathing to became more labored and uneven. You could tell he was about to reach his climax.

"Sweetheart, I'm close." He said through heavy breaths.

You maintained a fast pace, keeping your lips wrapped tight around him, and you could feel his dick twitching in your mouth. He moaned your name as he finished, and his load was shot directly into your throat. It left a salty, bitter aftertaste in your mouth, but it was worth it to see Dave's perfectly disheveled appearance.

He was quiet as he just caught his breath, looking down at you with flushed cheeks. Then suddenly he chuckled breathlessly. "You're sure you've never done that before?"

The End

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