#heavy metal fanfic

[whiskeyandcigarsmoke]

Trying to gauge interests...

So there's quite a few Wade/Deadpool sickfics, but is anyone interested in a Logan sickfic????

I've been loosely writing a series of connected Logan sickfics, but I've been mainly writing them for myself since I wasn't sure if anyone else would really vibe with them.

[jimsbeetroot]

Hello dear! how are you? hope ok <3 i really love your writing and would love to ask you for a smut request (only if you want) i would like it to be an imagine of joey finding y/n masturbating and moaning his name, only if you want you can add sex rough and maybe degradation. take your time <3 please and thank you 💗

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 ♱ 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

love this! thank you for the request!!

warnings! smut, smut and very much smut! rough sex! degradation, punishment, fingering and so much more

summary; joey teaches reader a lesson for thinking she could do better than him

words; 1569

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IT WAS LATE, and the house was too quiet. Joey wouldn’t be home for at least another hour, but you couldn’t wait any longer. The need had been building all day, a slow, simmering burn that you’d tried to ignore, but it was impossible to deny. Your body ached with longing, a desire that only he could satisfy, but he wasn’t here.

Your fingers itched to touch, to find some relief, and before you knew it, you were naked on your bed, your hand between your legs, searching for the pleasure, the one only he could give you.

Your mind was filled with thoughts of Joey—his hands, his mouth, the way he commanded every inch of your body when you were together.

Your fingers moved in desperate strokes, slick with arousal, and you couldn’t stop the soft moans that slipped from your lips, his name on your tongue like a prayer.

“Joey,” you whispered, the sound of it spurring you on as you dipped your fingers deeper, chasing the release that teased at the edges of your consciousness. Your back arched off the mattress, your breath hitching as you imagined him here, hovering over you, his intense eyes locked on yours, his voice rough and possessive as he told you how much he wanted you.

But no matter how much you tried, no matter how fast or slow your fingers moved, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t him. Your frustration grew, a whimper of desperation escaping your lips. You needed him. God, you needed him so badly.

Lost in your own world, you didn’t hear the front door open, didn’t hear the sound of his footsteps coming up the stairs. All you could focus on was the growing ache between your thighs, the pressure building, and how close you were—so close—when suddenly, a voice cut through the haze of your desire like a knife.

“Enjoying yourself, kitten?”

Your eyes flew open, heart lurching in your chest as you turned your head to find Joey standing in the doorway, his expression dark and dangerous. The shock of being caught was like ice water on your skin, and you froze, your hand still buried between your legs.

“Joey,” you gasped, scrambling to sit up, but before you could move, he was there, his hand wrapping around your wrist in a bruising grip as he yanked your fingers out of your pussy.

“I asked you a question,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “Were you enjoying yourself, kitten? Did you think you could get off without me?”

“I—I wasn’t—” You stammered, but the words caught in your throat as he brought your wet fingers to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, but there was no mistaking the anger in his eyes, the tension in his grip. He wasn’t pleased.

“You weren’t what?” he mocked, his eyes never leaving yours. “Weren’t thinking about me while you touched yourself? Weren’t moaning my name like a needy little slut?”

His words hit you like a blow, sharp and cutting, and you felt the sting of tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “I was thinking about you,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I couldn’t wait, Joey. I needed you, but you weren’t here, and I—”

“So, you thought you could just take care of it yourself?” he cut you off, his tone dripping with disdain. “You think you can do a better job than me, kitten? Is that it?”

“No!” You shook your head frantically, desperate to make him understand. “No, Joey, I didn’t mean—”

“Shut up.” The command was harsh, and you obeyed instantly, your breath catching in your throat. His hand tightened around your wrist, his other hand coming up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. “You don’t get to touch yourself without my permission. You don’t get to come without me. Do you understand?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of his dominance pressing down on you in a way that made your pulse race with equal parts fear and excitement. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Sorry isn’t good enough, kitten,” Joey snarled, his gaze piercing as he released your chin and shoved you back onto the bed. “I’m going to teach you a lesson. A lesson you won’t forget.”

You barely had time to register his words before he grabbed your legs, spreading them wide as he settled between your thighs. His eyes were locked on your exposed, glistening cunt, and the intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch in your throat. He replaced your fingers with his. You gasped at the sensation. Joey leaned down between your legs and grabbed on to your thighs, holding them spread apart. You whimpered when he blew on your sensitive skin, the hair on your neck standing up. He worked roughly, leaving no time for you to adjust or get into his rhythm. He merely plunged his two fingers in and out of you so fast, that you weren't quite sure, as to what was happening anymore. You hissed and groaned, using the pillow beside you to muffle your screams. “You were so horny, for this weren't you? Couldn't even wait a day for my fingers, could you?” Joey taunted and looked up at you with a devilish grin. He suddenly retrieved his fingers from your cunt and for the first time ever, you were almost relieved. He’d been so fast, so brutal with your cunt that it was nearly aching.

You were taken aback by his fury. You’d expected him to be flattered, but he was seeing red.

“You think you can do a better job than me?” he hummed, his voice low and dangerous.

Joey stood up and fumbled with his jeans, the chains clinging together as he dropped them to the ground. He took a step towards the edge of the bed and leaned down, positioning himself on his knees. He leaned over and grabbed a hold of your ankles, pulling at them roughly towards him, so that you were perfectly aligned in front of him. Your heart raced as Joey pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. He positioned himself between your thighs, his eyes dark with intent as he stared down at your exposed, glistening pussy. You were so wet, so ready for him, but he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. Not after what you’d done.

“Let’s see how much you can handle, kitten.”

Before you could respond, he slammed into you with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The force of it knocked the breath from your lungs, and you cried out, your back arching off the mattress as the sudden intrusion stretched you wide. Joey didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t offer you any reprieve as he set a punishing pace, each thrust deep and unrelenting.

“Is this what you wanted?” Joey growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he drove into you with merciless force. “You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you, kitten? You couldn’t wait for me, so you had to do it yourself. You had to touch yourself like a dirty little whore.”

His one hand travelled up to pinch your nipple and the pain made you gasp.

His words cut deep, but they only fueled the fire burning inside you. You were helpless beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts, the roughness of his grip, but it was everything you craved. Your body responded to his dominance, the sting of his degrading words only pushing you closer to the edge.

“Tell me how much you need me,” Joey demanded, his voice sharp and commanding. “Tell me you can’t get off without me, kitten.”

“I can’t,” you gasped, tears streaming down your cheeks as your nails dug into the sheets. “I can’t, Joey. I need you. I need you so bad.”

“That’s right,” he growled, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, to make your head spin with a dizzying mix of fear and pleasure. “You belong to me, kitten. Every part of you is mine. No one else can make you feel this way. No one else can fuck you like I can.”

A whimper escaped your lips as his grip tightened, his thrusts growing even more intense, each one driving you closer to the brink. The heat pooled low in your belly, the pressure building to an almost unbearable peak, and you knew you were close—so close—but you wouldn’t let yourself fall until he gave you permission. Until he told you you could.

“You’re going to come for me, kitten,” Joey hissed, his voice rough with his own impending release. “But only when I say so. Only when I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out, your vision blurring as you teetered on the edge of oblivion. “Please, Joey, I need to come. Please let me come.”

His grip on your throat tightened even more, cutting off your air, making your head swim as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Come for me, kitten. Now.”

The command sent you spiraling over the edge. With a choked cry, your body convulsed beneath him, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you trembling, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Your walls clenched tight around his cock, pulling him deeper, and Joey groaned, his release following yours as he buried himself to the hilt, his warmth flooding you.

For a long moment, you were both lost in the aftermath, your bodies still shaking, hearts pounding in unison as you lay there, tangled together on the bed. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, the heavy rise and fall of his breath as he slowly came down from his high.

Finally, Joey pulled out of you, rolling onto his side as he gathered you into his arms, his demeanor softening as he held you close. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing through your hair as he murmured, “Good girl, kitten. That’s what I like to hear.”

You snuggled into his chest, your body still quivering from the intensity of it all, but there was a deep sense of satisfaction, of comfort in the way he held you, in the warmth of his embrace. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice small and shaky.

Joey kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he spoke, his voice a soft rumble against my hair. “You’re forgiven, kitten. But remember, you don’t need to do that on your own. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

His words soothed the last remnants of your fear, replacing it with a warmth that spread through your chest

[hetfieldml]

FUCKIN HOMO 😡

[xd-m1a]

Did anyone else just download this app for fanfics and not know how to use this app. Because I BARELY know how to use this app and I just found out like 2 weeks ago that I can yap on here and people like me will agree LMFAO.

[pan-flute-skeleton]

Winter Wonderklok 2024

Hello! And Happy Holidays my friends!

First of all, I must apologize to everyone for dropping this so late already. But I do have a very good reason. This year I have been in the process of planning my wedding which is coming up next month. It has consumed almost every part of my headspace and Wonderklok snuck up on me.

Second, I know this poster looks like crap. I am not an artist at all, but wanted to make this list stand out a little bit compared to a basic Tumblr note. Roast it for all its worth. Next year I aim to work with a great artist (TBD) to deliver a more dazzling display.

Third, since this is going up so late, I have decided to shorten the list and push it later. This takes place in the weird dates between Christmas and New Years, but feel free to post them in January if you don't have enough time.

Lastly, have fun with this! I loved everyone's contributions last year and I hope to see some good ones this year. Art, writing, pictures, playlists, you name it! Rock and roll with it. Best of luck and if you have any questions, comments or concerns, feel free to contact me.

Plain test

Dec 26th Snowball Fight

Dec 27th Ultimate Snow Fort

Dec 28th Warming up by the Fire

Dec 29th Bows and Ribbons

Dec 30th Preparing a Feast

Dec 31st Winter Animals

[scp230kinnie]

Hey I’m so happy I found an active writer for hunter!!could you do maybe headcannons or something with a chubby reader?❤️

Heck yeah I can 😻

Hunter Sylvester x Chubby! Reader (Headcanons)

Mostly gn!

Warnings: not proofread, cringe, idk how to figure out what needs warnings

⚠️ I am personally not a chubby person, so if I get any information wrong or if I say anything possibly hurtful please let me know and I will change it

First of all, he has NO preference at all

He goes mostly for personality(and music taste lol) over looks

I’m pretty sure he’s a pretty skinny guys, so if his clothes don’t fit you, that sucks, but if you have any band shirts, HE WILL WEAR THEM. You don’t really have a say

he isn’t bothered by stretch marks and stuff. He’d probably be cringe about it at first, when he first sees them, saying something like “what’s that. Are those there on purpose” or something like that cause he actually just genuinely doesn’t know what they are

Just reiterating, he doesn’t care what your body looks like But hey titties are titties

He does like to make sure you’re happy and healthy though

If you ever chose that you want to lose weight or something, at first he’s be like “but you look fine” and if you kept persisting he’d definitely be open to helping you

As long as you’re happy, he’s happy

He really isn’t that shallow. Like when you’re arguing, he wouldn’t use your body against you, unless he’s really really fuckin pissed. Even then he’d feel bad afterwards

He always tries to make sure you feel confident and happy

Once again, I say this every time, he’s just dishing out the money on you (his dads money)

He’s definitely a gift giver

He will not under any circumstances let ANYONE comment on your weight. Will threaten to fight them x.

He doesn’t care what size you are, he will always be big spoon

As for more random Headcanons, he’s not in to long distance, he prefers to be closer to people

Sorry edaters 💔

He’s always teasing and joking around

Unless it’s metal related. He’s so serious about that

He doesn’t understand “modern dating”

What the fuck is a talking stage

He’s really petty about tv shows and movies

If he doesn’t like whatever you pick to watch, he’ll be complaining the whole time, but lowkey be invested

All in all, he doesn’t care what you look like, he’s into personality over everything.

That’s all byeeee

[theinternetphantom]

hey guess what guys…

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[gloomybadger4life]

Please comment any other songs you think would fit.

This can be redeemed or not redeemed Azula.

Some honorable mentions:

Tornado of souls - megadeth

Bloodlust - Venom

Princess of the dawn - Accept

Ghost Division - Sabaton

@chaosmagetwin @ballooo @krista-kritical @local-enby

[ilikereadingthisiswhatilike]

Metal Family

Art is not Mine

(X) = Smut

Never Again   @jokingmisfit Summary: It’s midnight! Where the hell were you? Warnings: None Specials Tags: None Metal Family

yandere @yandere-metal-family Summary: yandere young Sabastian/glam? maybe before and during Chive. Warnings: None Specials Tags: Head Con Glam and Chive

Kidnaping @yandere-metal-family Summary: yandere metal family just general headcanons on what its like living with everyone and what are the lengths they go to protect the reader Warnings: Kidnaping, drugging. Specials Tags: Head Con Metal Family

[izzystradlingirl]

Requests are open !!

ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝒻ℴ𝓇

Mötley Crüe

Guns N' Roses

Cinderella

Poison

Hanoi Rocks

Metallica

Megadeth

And maybe other bands ask and I'll tell you if I feel like writing about them ! :D

✿︎ ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ :

Fluff

Cheesy stuffs

Angst

Lime

X Reader

Relationship

Friendship

Enemies (To Lovers ?)

Again ask and I'll tell you if it's okay !

✿︎ ℐ 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ :

Smut (I'm not comfortable with it yet but if you want me to try I still can :') )

Big age gap

Daddy kink (actually I can but I don't like it lol you can still ask)

Everything that is supposed to be bad and ends with philia

Ship real people (except if it's friendship)

Sorry if you have to wait but I'm a terrible writer I have some stuffs (l'm also scared to share things I write be kind, I WILL NOT tolerate any hate towards anyone, my account or another one.)

ℳ𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉

Fluff : ❀

Angst : 𖦹

Lime : ꨄ︎

𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐡

𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆 :

Teach Me French ❀ ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ

𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐍' 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬

𝑰𝒛𝒛𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏 :

Is It Over ? 𖦹

𝐌𝐨̈𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮̈𝐞

𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒌𝒊 𝑺𝒊𝒙𝒙 : ✍︎

𝐁𝐨𝐧 𝐉𝐨𝐯𝐢

𝑱𝒐𝒏 𝑩𝒐𝒏 𝑱𝒐𝒗𝒊 :

It's Okay ❀𖦹 ᵒʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵖᵒˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵃᶜᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ

𝐌𝐚̊𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧

𝑬𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒐 : ✍︎

𝐄𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞

𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒚 𝑻𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒔𝒕 : ✍︎

[jimsbeetroot]

I don't think your still active but if you do decide to start writing on this blog again I have a request :)

Joey Jordison x plus-sized reader smut :3

Reader is feeling insecure of their body and Joey shows them just how beautiful he thinks they are<3

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 ♱ 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧

i love this request! hope you will enjoy what I've tried to come up with!

words; 1.826

smut!

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You sat huddled together on your bedroom floor, mirror in front of you, sobbing silently at the sight before you.

Your insecurities stood out to you like a neon sign in the dark. For two hours, you'd sat in front of that mirror. You'd torn every little flaw apart as if you were on a mission to stomp yourself into a depression. You didn't do it on purpose. It was an unintentional ritual that had become a bad habit over the last months.

You'd avoided mirrors because there was always something for you to comment on. You were, quite literally, your own biggest hater. There hadn't been much reaction from the press, but whenever you saw magazine covers of you and Joey, you felt a bit nauseous. You hated the way you towered over him. Not only were you taller than Joey, but you were quite a bit wider than him.

Joey had never cared. He found you beautiful, and he always reminded you of that. He loved your body, but no matter how many times he told you, it was never enough.

It had gotten so bad that you'd quit enjoying having sex with Joey. Not because of him, because he was great, but it was bad enough being naked in your own company, but in front of him- you felt embarrassed.

That added another layer of shame to your already existing ones. 

What if he thought you hated him? He must've realised something was up.

Just as you had grabbed a flap of fat from your belly, pulling it out and shuddering at the sight of the stretch marks on your thighs, you heard the door open.

Joey had been at rehearsals all day and had returned. You found yourself rushing around the bedroom, throwing on some clothes to wear before Joey reached the bedroom.

You wiped your eyes from any tears and looked in the mirror. Your eyes were bloodshot. Joey would spot that in a heartbeat.

"Hey, babe! I'm back!" Joey yelled out from downstairs.

You didn't respond, too busy throwing some powder in your face to conceal your red-flushed nose- and cheeks.

"Babe?" Joey yelled out as he walked up the stairs. "I-I'm in the bedroom!" You responded, taking a deep breath and posed in the most natural position, destined to hide your whole shebang-show from him. He wouldn't understand.

Joey opened the door and smiled when his eyes met yours. "Hey babe," he grinned, approaching you as you sat on the bed but stopped when he sensed something was off.

He looked around, quickly pointing out the only thing you hadn't thought of: the mirror.

You'd taken the bathroom mirror and placed it on the bedroom floor. "Redecorating in here?" Joey grinned and kissed your lips, hand on your cheek, his fingers grazing your earlobe slightly.

"Yeah," you laughed, but it came out terribly. Joey jerked his head back, staring into your soul as if he was scanning you. He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Have you been crying?" He asked.

The question provoked a slight lip quiver, but you held it all in, shaking your head and smiling. "No," you said and grabbed his hand. "How was rehearsal? Did you play any of the new so-"

"You're lying to me."

Joey cut you off, and you huffed in response.

He could see right through you. And you were a terrible liar.

"I'm not lying," you scoffed, releasing Joey's hand.

"I'm not dumb, Y/N. Don't think I haven't noticed your behaviour lately," Joey stated. You stared, not in the mood to have the lengthy conversation with Joey in which you explained all of your insecurities, and he denied them.

"I've just been on my period," you shrugged. Joey tilted his head and shook it slightly. "I didn't know you could have your period for three weeks straight. Maybe you should see a doctor about that," Joey suggested sarcastically.

Perhaps you'd used that excuse one too many times lately.

"Listen, don't treat me like I'm dumb. We haven't had sex for over a month," Joey mentioned. 

That was the least of your concerns at that moment.

"That's all you care about?"

Don't know why you said that, though.

"Of course, it's not, Y/N. I care that you haven't told me what's going on when something is," Joey pointed out and removed his leather jacket. He sat down next to you and grabbed your hand, rubbing it softly.

"What's going on?" He asked.

You lifted your head and looked at Joey with a defeated face.

"I can't stand the way I look, Joey. I mean, I'm so much bigger than you, and I've tried to lose the weight, but I keep failing."

You fumbled with your thumbs as a tear rolled down your cheek. 

"Look at me," Joey said and lifted your face, your eyes meeting his.

"You're more than I could ever wish for. You've given me so much, Y/N. I wish you could see what I see. What everyone sees."

Joey wiped a tear away from your cheek and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, hugging you tightly into his side.

"Why can't you see how beautiful you are?" Joey hummed into your neck, kissing it softly.

You closed your eyes, forgetting your troubles for now as Joey drew circles on your back, your body falling into a relaxed state.

"Why can't you see how amazing you are?" Joey asked, placing another kiss on your neck. You turned your body towards him, slightly humming as Joey massaged your hair, kissing your lips.

"Why can't you see how much I fucking love you?" Joey asked against your lips, leaning in for another kiss. He didn't hold back this time, and you didn't mind.

Your hands fumbled his black locks as you both leaned back in the bed in unison, lips still attached.

Joey's hand went underneath your shirt and groped your breast, a small moan escaping your lips.

Detaching his lips from yours, Joey made his way to your neck, leaving marks as he trailed down to your buttoned jeans.

You looked down at him, propped on your elbows and watched as he unbuttoned your jeans, eyes staring hungrily into yours.

He pulled off the jeans and kissed your inner thigh, leaving small spots of saliva on his way to your soaked cunt.

Your breathing got heavier, and your heart pace quickened as Joey rubbed your panty-covered cunt. The wetness had soaked through the cotton fabric, leaving a big wet spot in your grey underwear.

You moaned hoarsely and shivered with excitement when Joey slid your panties off, throwing them somewhere in the room.

He blew softly on your sensitive cunt and smirked when you shivered at the sensation.

A yelp left your mouth when he slid his index finger into you, the unexpected penetration startling you, but your eyes rolled to the back of your head when Joey's tongue made contact with your clit.

Your fists curled, and Joey had a tight hold on your thighs, keeping your legs open as you wiggled around in the bed, trying to endure the pleasure.

You weren't sure how to act. After all, it had been a while since you'd felt this good. Joey was enjoying the sight of you as you squirmed around the bed, mouth open and eyes closed, moaning loudly and freely.

"You're so beautiful, babe," Joey whispered against your cunt as he continued to run his tongue in a circular motion, focusing on overwhelming your clit as much as possible while at the same time adding another finger.

You shrieked as Joey drilled his fingers into you, quietly begging for him, his name flying from your mouth repeatedly.

"Fuck, Joey," you managed to choke out. "I'm coming," you whimpered, grabbing a hold of his hair, and preparing yourself for your climax.

"Cum for me, baby," Joey whispered and sped up his movements.

Shrieking and quivering, you released a cry of pleasure as it washed over you, leaving you shaking. Your back was arched, your whole body fully tensed.

You took a few deep breaths trying to collect yourself after your high.

"Fuck, you're beautiful."

Joey travelled from your cunt, up to your lips, where he placed a passionate kiss, your juices still on his lips.

Your hand travelled down to his pants, straddling his hard cock over his jeans.

Joey moaned but removed your hand. "Let me, please. You deserve to know," he hummed and grabbed the hem of your T-shirt, swiftly pulling the fabric over your head, leaving you fully exposed.

Your hands went to cover your bare upper body, but only a short moment went by before Joey removed them, holding them above your head. "Don't you dare," he whispered and kissed your lips. The kiss was short as Joey raced up and removed his black jeans and a black T-shirt.

He leaned over you again, attaching his lips to yours once again, his naked body propped on top of yours as he positioned his cock at your entrance.

He propped his elbows on either side of your face, kissing your forehead softly and smiling down at you before pushing himself fully into your cunt, releasing a loud moan as fully penetrated you.

"F-Fuck!" Joey hissed and threw his head back, his thrusts growing faster and more energetic.

Your eyes were closed, legs tightly wrapped around Joey's torso as your nails left marks on his back.

Joey had the stamina of a racehorse, not once slowing down his thrusts. Your thoughts weren't quite clear, but you found yourself wondering; how one earth could he keep going?

 A single tear escaped from the corner of your eye, your hands clasping at Joey's shoulders.

"Look at me," Joey whispered into your ear, hands resting on the top of your head, allowing him to thrust as deeply as possible.

You could barely hear him, too busy enjoying the sensation of his cock plunging into you.

"Y/N, look at me," he whispered again, his voice making you tremble even stronger. You were close to reaching a second high, and so was Joey.

You opened your eyes and looked into his blue eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed and your mouth opened, lips brushing his as you moaned into his eyes.

"I-I'm gonna come ag-" you tried to blur out, your sentence interrupted once again by a wave of pleasure. You cried out and hid your face in the crook of his neck as he did the same, holding you as close as possible, letting you enjoy your climax. He followed closely after you, as the sensation of your cunt closing around his member pushed him over the edge.

He groaned into your ear, delievering a few final powerful, deep thrusts before releasing a final groan, falling into your embrace.

Your arms curled around him, and you held him in your arms.

You felt loved, and you felt beautiful. 

Joey made you feel those things.

[mischiefisme-amess]

Okay I can’t write for shit, but I reeeeeeally wish there was more family fluff in metal family fanfic.

Can you imagine a worried Glam? Scared for his kids well-being Glam? Squeezing his kid frantically to calm them and himself Glam???

I wish I could write and I wish there were more people in this godforsaken fandom. I want to be fixated on a fandom with a bigger fan base again. Pretty please?

[deadaccount1-2-3]

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

thank you so much

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

Dave Mustaine x Reader FLUFF

Warnings: Idk, maybe mentions anxiety and loneliness or cursing

Exhausted

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"The Roof Incident"

Dee Schvagenbagen & Reader

(platonic.)

"god damn dee!"

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he was back at it again.

your bestfriend, dee schvagenbagen, loved to sneak out.

and he did it again.

the both of you were getting ready for a party, you of course took longer than dee cause all he had to do was his signature racoon eyes just like his cool ass dad.

it was around 10PM and the party started at 11PM, so you both had time to spare. it was only a 5 minute walk.

you both spend a while on your phones, hearing slight rumbling outside but just thinking a slight thunder would hit, with no rain.

it stopped for a while so you both decided it would be a good idea to head out and grab a drink from the 24/7 store 2 blocks down in the direction you were going.

he hopped out the window down onto the roof of the garage as you waited at the window for him to get down, then slid off landing successfully.

it went downhill from here.

it started to downpour. hard.

dee struggled back onto the roof, but managed to get up. he went to jump for his window but then fell off the roof of the garage.

the sound of a grunt, thump, and you laughing could be heard in that 5 second time span.

lets hope he learned his lesson.

[dollmoth-productions]

Hi i really love your plotonic yandere mental family and i want to request where the reader goes to mabye extra classes after school or something like that and once reader left extra classes and went home reader got hurt by like a bunch of really bad people im talking death threatening head injury and then reader had to walk home like that and the fam only finds out once reader gets home

⚠️ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING AND FORCED KISSING STOCKHOLM OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING AND FORCED ITS NOT HEALTHY ⚠️

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🙂 glam was the one that was worried the most for you when you finally came home all injured, he was the one that was patching you up

🙃 he didn’t say anything he was just grimacing the entire time he wanted to make sure that you were OK, but yet he couldn’t control his content for those people

🙂” you just relax until Vicky comes home OK?” he says to you gently placing you on the couch and leaving you with one of your favorite snacks.

🖤 when they came home and saw you injured, she was pissed glam was the only person I could calm her down somewhat, but she was pissed

🖤 oh, boy, she was cursing up a storm trying to find her baseball bat or some thing else to beat those guys heads in

🖤 she couldn’t even think of anything nice to say so she just grumpily hugged you

🩵Dee was the only logical person there. He probably knew that person, mostly because he attaches an AirTag to almost everything that you own, and a device that can hone in on audio so he tries to find out where they live and deal with him.

🩵 although he’s not much of a touchy person, he does give you a nice brotherly shoulder pat to make sure that you’re OK

🩵” we will deal with it” he said

💚 heavy was pissed off but because he still a kid can’t really do much so he just played video games with you to call me down

💚 he genuinely does care about you, but because of how young he has, he can’t do much he did buy you an energy drink to make you feel better though

💚” come on let’s go play some dead by daylight you always like that”

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I am back!!