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Just the Assistant

Pairing: James Hetfeild x f!reader
Summary: When James got divorced, he hired Y/N just to be someone who could help him with things or do something for him when he couldn’t. They got along great even with Y/N being so much younger than him…perhaps they got along better than they should. When Y/N gets snowed in and is forced to stay at his place for the night, this take a turn for the better
Warnings: Age Gap, besides that literally just fluff
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“Y/N? What are you still doing here? You could’ve gone home an hour ago.” James questioned the second he came downstairs and found the woman sitting over on the ground by his front door.
Y/N let out a yelp when she all the sudden heard James’s voice, shooting her eyes up from her phone. “Oh! Hi! I would’ve been gone…just waiting for the snow to die down at least a bit so I can maybe drive home without killing myself.” She shrugged a bit, her tone full of sarcasm, tilting her head over to the window.
James diverted his eyes over to the large window by his front door, his eyes widening when he saw just how bad the snow was, “damn it’s really been coming down.” James mumbled more to himself before his attention went back to the girl. “You do realize you didn’t have to sit on the ground right…? You could’ve waited on the couch.” James chuckled a bit, really not getting why she chose to sit on the ground of all places.
Y/N let out almost an embarrassed laugh, her cheeks flushing a bit when he pointed out the fact that she chose the ground of all places. “Oh-I just didn’t wanna bug you or anything if you were wanting to watch something or whatever since I was still here.” Y/N mumbled out, shrugging a bit.
“Hm…cute.”James thought to himself when he saw her pink cheeks before he shook his head a bit with a smile still on his face and walked over in front of the girl, offering her his hand, “first off, you never bug me. Second off, a movie actually does sound nice so common.” James spoke with almost no room to argue. He really knew he shouldn’t, but the fact that she was stuck at his house for who knows how many hours cause there was no way he would let her drive home in weather like that, it sounded quite appealing to him getting to spend some time with her when she wasn’t working.
Y/N paused for a second, just staring at his hand. She knew she was probably gonna be stuck at his house for the rest of the day, maybe even the night. But the idea of spending actual time with him, alone, in his living room, not working, it sounded incredibly appealing to her. “Yea…sure…” Y/N muttered, shutting off her phone and grabbing his hand to pull herself up, letting her hand linger in his for a moment once she was standing before pulling her hand away from his.
James knew this was probably a really bad idea. He knew he shouldn’t think about her the way he did. She was younger, and his assistant. Yet there was just something about her that made him want her. James grabbed her hand back in his, tugging her along with him to his living room without another word.
Y/N couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter when he grabbed her hand back and led her to his living room, deciding to just let herself enjoy the attention while she could, trying her best not to get her hopes up at the chance that maybe he felt the same way about her that she did him. She happily just followed him over to his living room, not once letting go of his hand until he let hers go when he went to grab the remote.
“Anything you have in mind…?” James questioned, turning his tv on before his attention went back to Y/N.
Y/N shrugged a bit, finding a seat on his couch and letting herself get comfortable, “whatever you wanna watch I’m fine with.” Y/N simply spoke with a small smile still on her face, earning a small nod from James before he walked over and sat a bit closer than needed next to her. Y/N glanced over at him when she noticed just how close he sat next to her, honestly not even minding the close proximity they had. She glanced over at one of the windows in his living room for a moment, “i might be stuck here for a bit so…” Y/N mumbled, seeing how the snow falling still hadn’t died down at all.
James glanced over at the girl with a small smile as he scrolled through what was on tv, “not an issue for me.” James simply mumbled back, not really knowing where the slight confidence was coming from, turning his full attention back to the tv when he realized he was staring a bit.
Y/N couldn’t help but smile just a bit more when James seemed to have no problem at all with her being stuck there for who knows how long, just letting herself get comfortable.
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Just as Y/N thought, by the time the sun started setting, the snow had just gotten worse. “You may as well just stay here tonight…” James spoke suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence they had after they had found a movie to watch, making Y/N move her gaze back over to him.
“You don’t have to let me stay James…I’m sure I can get home…” Y/N muttered, honestly not wanting him to feel forced to let her stay.
“I’m not letting you drive home in this weather. You’re staying.” James simply spoke back, once again, not leaving any room for any protest.
Y/N was about to open her mouth to argue but shut it and just simply nodded, honestly finding it really sweet how he didn’t even let her argue, glancing over him for a moment before turning her attention back to the tv.
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Within the next hour, Y/N had started dozing off without even realizing it until she was in a light sleep, her head laying back on the backside of the couch. The only way James even realized she was asleep was when he felt her shift a bit so her body was closer to him. James couldn’t help but admire her and how peaceful she was for a few seconds before he decided to just say screw it, moving just a bit closer to her and gently pushing her head onto his shoulder in a small attempt of letting her be more comfortable, wrapping one of his arms around her shoulders to keep her close to him.
Y/N had been in a light sleep when she felt James move her a bit, letting out a small hum when her head came in contact with his shoulder. She wasn’t awake but she wasn’t asleep, she still knew perfectly well what was happening and could still hear his breathing. Feeling how he was the one who pulled her over to him, it gave her a small sense of hope at the chance that he felt the same about her. She didn’t bother opening her eyes, just letting herself get comfortable and lean against him a bit.
James stayed quiet for a bit, occasionally rubbing his thumb over her shoulder, a smile on her face when he realized she was actually happy being so close to him. When he thought she was completely asleep, James decided to just let words come out of his mouth, “I know you can’t even hear me right now…and I know this is a bad idea if you can hear me…” James started speaking quietly, Y/N feeling his eyes on her face. Feeling her curiosity spike, she just kept her eyes shut and let him talk.
After another moment of silence, “but I think you’re beautiful…sweet…funny…you’re what I want in a woman…even if it’s wrong. You’re my assistant…but I just needed to say it…there’s so much I want to say to you but don’t know how…so I guess what I’m trying to say is I think I’m in love with you…” James mumbled, keeping his voice quite almost as if he was scared of the own words he was saying. “Even if you can’t hear me I needed to say that…” James added, letting out a sigh after really thinking she was asleep, having to have just needed to say something with how close she was to him.
Y/N stayed quiet for a bit, feeling her heart flutter when his words finally registered completely in her head. She simply nuzzled a bit closer to him, her eyes still shut, “I love you too…” she muttered quietly before she felt herself slowly start to fall into a deep and happy sleep, almost feeling her heart skip a beat at the fact that she actually just said that.
James almost panicked when she nuzzled closer to him, making him realize that she was at least awake enough to hear his words. Yet, hearing her say she loved him to…he couldn’t even remember the last time he felt that happy. James opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was just his breathes. James slowly wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her with him as he moved a bit to be laying down on his couch, pulling her with him so her head was against his chest, simply just holding her there with a small smile on his face.
Y/N had fallen into a comfortable sleep, yet when she felt her body being moved again, feeling her head against his chest, she let out another hum, using the last of the strength she had to wrap her arm loosely around his middle, completely relaxing against him. Sure, they’d probably end up talking about this in the morning…but this was the one time Y/N fell asleep actually happy with the Colorado snow coming down as hard as it has been…
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Hi! So I was just wondering if you could to an angst to fluff one-shot with either James Hetfeild or Duff Mckagan?? (Whichever era and whoever you pick:>. And only if you want to, if not totally fine!)
Basically, just whoever you pick to write for comes home late from the studio on him and readers anniversary and had completely forgotten until he saw reader asleep with dry tears on her face. And the next morning they do everything they can to make up for forgetting their anniversary and ends up succeeding:)
(Hope that makes sense)
A/n: This is quite possibly my favourite angst prompt to exist. When I saw the request I planned to write for both but then I got ever so very carried away with it, I hope that's ok :'3 Also sorry for the shitty ending lol think I could've done better with that one.
Warnings: Angst, I don't know what warnings to add for angst so if you find anything please let me know :'3
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Guns N’ Roses had just come back from tour, just in time for yours and Duff’s anniversary. It had been a few days since they got back and he was exhausted, sleeping in late, staying out even later. When the date of your anniversary finally hit you reminded him over and over again up until he left to not be late.
It hurt when he didn’t come home.
You made his favourite meal, got him gifts and put on your favourite outfit to impress him. You expected him home before food was ready but he was nowhere to be found even after you finished setting the table. You decided to do what you could to keep the food warm and wait for him.
11:00 pm rolled around and still no sign of Duff. You told yourself he just lost track of time, you didn’t need to eat together anyway since you ate together every other night as well. You got yourself a plate and ate alone, getting everything else in the fridge for leftovers.
12:00 pm and still no Duff. You decided to just cut your losses and go to bed. You got into something more comfortable for sleep and crawled into bed.
It wasn’t long before you felt tears trickling down your cheeks and you started softly crying into your pillow.
Duff came home much later. He was ready to crash, his body hurt and all he wanted was to crawl into bed with you, but first he needed food so he went to the kitchen and dug around a bit.
In the fridge were his favourite things, all freshly made. Well, freshly made-ish. They’d been in the fridge a while, still good for eating though. He got himself a plate and he could swear that first bite sent him to heaven.
He was eating at the kitchen table and noticed some bags in the corner so he went to investigate. He found a jacket he’d been wanting, shirts and records of his favourite bands, even a new watch he’d seen a while back and mentioned he’d liked. He stared at all of it in confusion, why’d it all suddenly appear? Why was it here?
He thought about it good and hard and finally landed on the reasoning. He forgot your fucking anniversary.
Duff ran into your bedroom to see if you were still awake and of course you weren’t. He kneeled beside you on the floor, pushing your hair out of your eyes to reveal dried tear streaks from puffy, red eyes. “Fuck.” He sighed. He kissed your forehead but you pulled away from his touch. He had to mentally beat himself up after that one.
He saw that the apartment was a bit of a mess and wanted to clean it up but he was just so tired. He made the decision to wait until tomorrow and then he’d get up and do whatever he could to make it up to you.
Duff crawled into bed, tossing and turning a bit. He reached out for you to pull you in so he could hold you but you seemed like you would wake up so he stopped, not wanting to disturb you.
The next morning Duff woke up slowly, groggily rolling over to check the time. The clock on the bedside table read ‘1:34 pm’ and he was filled with panic, suddenly wide awake. He sat up and looked to see your side of the bed empty.
He got out of bed to go look for you. The apartment was suddenly spotless and you were sitting on the couch, peacefully folding laundry while the radio was going. He sat beside you and took the shirt you were folding from you. “Let me do it.”
You stared at him for a moment. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do laundry.” You said, watching his chopping folding skills. “Let alone offer to do it.” Duff stared at the shirt in his hands, disappointed in his own skills, or rather lack thereof. “And now I see why.” You reached for the shirt back but he refused, holding it away from you.
“No! No, I-I’ll get it.” He unfolded the shirt so he could try again. You went to grab another piece of clothing to fold but he stopped you. “I can do it just-just go do something else.” You were confused at his sudden behaviour but decided not to question it. You went to the kitchen to clean some dishes instead.
Duff stood up when he heard the water running and went over to you. “What are you doing?” He asked as he took the plate from you.
“The dishes?” You answered, starting to get a little frustrated with what he was doing.
“No, just do something fun.” He said and set the dish down and turned the water off.
“Something fun?” You repeated, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Yeah! Just, like, I don’t know, go read! Watch TV, hell, take my card and go-go shopping, buy whatever you want!” He urged, just wanted to do something for you.
“Something fun?” You repeated, your sadness from the night before and frustration now boiling together. “Something fun I wanted to do was have a nice night with my boyfriend on our fucking anniversary, but I guess we don’t always get what we want, right?” You glared at him for a moment before taking the plate back and starting the water again.
Duff paused and reached for the plate again. “I’m sorry, really, I completely forgot.” He started washing the plate for you and you tried to grab it back.
“Just forget it, alright? It’s fine.” You mumbled and went back to washing it. Duff grabbed it back again.
“Don’t say it’s fine when it’s not.” You grabbed the plate again but Duff didn’t let go. “Let me take care of things today, alright?”
“Duff, I can do things myself.” You stated.
“I know you can because you always do and I’m trying to be nice so please just let me do it!” He pulled on the plate and it slipped out of both your hands, shattering on the floor at your feet. Duff froze, looking between the broken glass and your hurt expression. “I-I’ll clean it up.” Duff said and went to get a broom.
He returned to find you on your knees picking up the little pieces of porcelain. He dropped the broom and rushed over to you, taking your hands away from the broken shards. “What the hell are you doing?! You can’t use your... hands...” He realised what plate it was that broke. A piece of your parents china from their wedding.
Instinctively he went to hold you. “Fuck, I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me that.” You snapped, pushing him away.
“We can fix it, I promise.” He picked up two pieces and tried putting them together like a puzzle.
“Duff, just stop!” You yelled. He put the pieces down and looked at your face, seeing tears starting to leave your eyes again. He knew if he went to hug you you’d push him away again. He just didn’t know what to do.
So, he got up and went back to the living room, leaving you to cry alone in the kitchen while you pick up the pieces. He knew the only reason the plate needed to be cleaned in the first place was because you used it for what was supposed to be a special occasion, your anniversary.
He tried folding the laundry again, he sucked at it but it didn’t have to be good so long as he could get it done and put away. Anything to help you, even in a small way. He listened to your soft sobs from the kitchen, knowing he couldn’t do anything about it.
He brought the clothes to the bedroom and put everything away where he thought it was supposed to go. He turned around and saw the bed wasn’t made so he started on that next. Afterwards he went back to the kitchen, thinking you’d still be picking up the pieces. Instead you were hiding in the corner, knees pulled up to your chest as you cried.
He didn’t care if you tried pushing him away, he’d never seen you so broken, you could have a gun to his head and he’d still try to get to you in this state.
He pulled you onto his lap and held you close, kissing all over your face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” At this point you didn’t have the energy to push away from him so you just accepted it.
“I-I c-can’t fix it.” Your voice was weak and shaky as you spoke. Duff held you tighter to him.
“It’s ok, just gotta give it a minute.” He whispered. “I’ll help you, alright?” You shook your head, which hurt Duff but he wouldn’t tell you that, you didn’t need to hear that right now. “We could bring it to a professional or something.”
“A professional plate fixer?” You asked. Duff wasn’t sure if you were joking or not.
“I mean, I’m sure we could find someone.” He tried wiping your tears and you stood up. Your legs were shaky under you and Duff went to hold onto you “Where’re you going?”
“Bed.” You muttered. “I just- I want to go to bed.”
“Here, let me-” Duff tried to pick you up but you stopped him.
“No, just- stop.” He did as you asked and let you walk away to the bedroom, watching the door closed behind you.
Duff paused for a moment, trying to think of how he could possibly fix this. He started picking up the pieces of the plate and put them in a plastic container before heading on his journey to find someone to fix it.
He looked around for ages, it was getting dark and he was running out of options when he saw a china shop. He figured if they couldn’t fix it they could at least find him a replica or something.
“Hi, sorry, are you still open?” He asked as he entered the shop. Inside was a Japanese man and his daughter.
“We’re about to close.” The daughter said. Duff let out a heavy breath and placed the container on the counter.
“Can you find me a replica of this? Please?” He asked. The man opened the container and looked at the pieces for a moment before shaking his head. He said something in Japanese, of course Duff couldn’t understand so he looked to the daughter for a translation.
“There isn’t a replica but he said he can fix it.” Duff let out a sigh of relief at that.
“Even better, um, how do you do it?” He asked the man to be respectful even though he knew he wouldn’t understand the answer.
“Kintsugi, it’s a Japanese artform to fix pottery and such.” The daughter explains in a simplified way. Duff nods in understanding and thanks them both before heading back to your shared apartment, hoping he did a good thing.
He made one last stop on his way back home to get your favourite snacks from a convenient store. It’s not much but he wanted to do something, he’d bring you shopping tomorrow and get you more.
“I’m back!” He called as he stepped into the apartment. He carried the bag of snacks into the bedroom where he assumed you still were. Sure enough you were there, under the covers. He went to check if you were sleeping since he thought it was a little early for bed.
“Hey, darling, I got you snacks.” He kneeled down beside you, just as he’d done the night before. There was no response. “I’ll just leave them here for you, alright?” He whispered with a sad, tired smile. He stood up and left but not before giving you a kiss on the forehead. “I love you.” He muttered before closing the door behind him.
He made a makeshift bed for himself on the couch, a thin blanket that didn’t reach his feet, it barely reached his knees, and a small, flimsy throw pillow under his head for some form of comfort.
He managed to fall asleep not long after, only to have a dream of you walking out on him. He awoke in a cold sweat and ran into the bedroom to find you still asleep. He thought about crawling in with you before realising that you could just as easily leave if he was there with you than if he wasn’t.
In front of the door was his solution. He brought over his pillow and blanket and got uncomfortable laying there, now if you wanted to leave you’d have to move him.
You woke up and found the bag of snacks he’d gotten for you, all your favourites of course. You got out of bed to find him crashed on the floor. Thinking he’d overdosed or something you ran over to him and started shaking him awake.
“What, what is it?” He grumbled, slowly sitting up.
“Jesus Christ.” You sighed and hugged him. “I thought you fucking died!” Duff paused a moment before processing it and hugging you back.
“No, I’m fine.” He mumbled, moving his face into the crook of your neck. “You would’ve come to me like that if I died?” He asked with a soft chuckle.
“Fucking idiot, of course I would!”
“Even after everything, you still love me..?” He asked in a much softer tone. You pulled away for a moment.
“First of all, me seeing if you were alive had nothing to do with love.” You stated and pulled him back into a hug. “And of course I still love you, but I can love you and be pissed at you at the same time.” He chuckled at that.
“I found a place to fix your plate, by the way.” He said.
“Is that where you went last night?” He nodded and explained the whole thing to you.
“I was thinking we could hang out today, go shopping and get you some late anniversary presents?” He offered, he was taking you whether you wanted to or not but he wanted it to seem like it was your decision. You nodded and went to get ready.
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MY FANFICS SO FAR
(Idk how to fukin make a masterlist)
INCLUDES SO FAR:

Dave mustaine
Unnamed - (smut)

Cliff burton
Unnamed - (fluff)

James hetfeild
Fireworks - (fluff)
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Snow Day Shenanigans
Pairings: Eddie Munson X Plus sized Girlfriend Reader,
Warnings: Pure Fluff!, blurb, dry humping, kissing, talk of masturbation, slightly suggestive
Summary: Eddie will not stop fkn singing when you're trying to have a hot makeout sesh!
A/N: Aight so I did this when i was making out with a girl but to fkn ICP (Insane Clown Posse) and she thought it was hilarious so I just had to write it here, hope yall enjoy.
Wordcount: 700
Masterlist

Laid on your back in the comfort of your boyfriend's bed is how you spent the cold snow day. A snow storm had broken out the night before and you were unable to make it home, no buses went and Eddie couldn't even get his van out of the makeshift driveway. His Uncle Wayne couldnt make his way home from work in time before the storm reached its peak and stayed with a coworker who only lived a few minutes away from the plant.
Snow drifted down violently outside the window while a white mist lingered over the town of hawkins. Eddie's bed was made and the heater was on full blast. As you lay underneath him, warm kisses to your lips wrapped up in a warm sweater with sweat and fluffy socks on the both of you, the whole scene felt magical. Music played on a speaker propped up on Eddie's desk.
The familiar notes of Master of Puppets played on Electric guitar played at a moderate volume on the other side of the room. As Eddie lay nestled between your thighs as his hips moved softly back and forth against your core at a steady pace. The past 20 minutes you had layd like this, just kissing and practically dry humping each other.
He couldn't help himself when the notes of his favorite song played, he began trying to match his movements to the beat of the music, awkwardly. He missed beats and awkwardly waited for an in for him to start again.
“What are you doing?” you pulled away and leaned into the pillows. “What? Oh nothing” he grinned. He finally found the beat and adjusted his pace.
“Are you actually humping me to the beat of Metallica right now?” you grimaced.
“Pfff, what? I wouldn't” Before you could say anything he shut you up by connecting his lips to yours and searching for entrance with his tongue.
Just as James Hetfeild began singing Eddie ripped away from you. You frowned, shocked till you saw Eddie violently mouthing the words “End of passion play, crumbling away!” He played air guitar as he sat on his knees, your thighs on either side of him.
You rolled your eyes as he continued “I'm your source of self-destruction”
“Stop!” you whined trying to grasp hold of his hand and pull you back to him.
“Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear” he pulled away from you and began headbanging vigorously.
“UGH” you groaned as Eddie began singing along “Leading on your death's construction”
“Shut up!”
“Taste me you will see” you lightly pushed him back.
“More is all you need” he breathed the next line as he stumbled upwards to sit back up.
“Dedicated toooo” he sang falsely.
“Would you shut up and kiss me?!” you voiced loudly over his obnoxious singing.
“How I'm killing youuuuu” As the short instrumental started he leaned down and planted a very sloppy and quick kiss to your lips before flinging back up and resuming his air guitar skills.
“Come crawling faster” he started up again.
“Alright, I'm going to the toilet” you shouted.
“Obey your master” Eddie continued singing.
“Get off you big lug!” That's when you pushed him off the bed with the help of your right leg and then kicked him the rest of the way to the floor with both feet. He groaned as he fell onto the carpet.
“Yeah that's what you get!”
You walked out the door, “On second thought” you peeped through the door where Eddie awkwardly got off the floor. “I may as well have a quick wank since im not getting anything from you” you stuck your tongue out and shut the door, making your way to the bathroom.
“Oh no you dont!” Eddie scrambled to his feet and ripped the door open. Tackling you as you just stepped over the threshold of the bathroom door. You squealed at the action as you were carried awkwardly back to Eddie's room. You struggled and wiggled till you fell out his grasp right onto the floor. “Let me wank!” you shouted while laughing madly.
Eddie fell to the floor on top of you, holding onto your face as he sank his face into yours, kissing you deeply. “Alright alright I'll stop singing” he caved as you adjusted yourself on the floor to accommodate him between your legs. You let him continue kissing you until you finally made your way back to the bedroom to resume your shenanigans.
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Snow Day Shenanigans
Pairings: Eddie Munson X Plus sized Girlfriend Reader,
Warnings: Pure Fluff!, blurb, dry humping, kissing, talk of masturbation, slightly suggestive
Summary: Eddie will not stop fkn singing when you're trying to have a hot makeout sesh!
A/N: Aight so I did this when i was making out with a girl but to fkn ICP (Insane Clown Posse) and she thought it was hilarious so I just had to write it here, hope yall enjoy.
Wordcount: 700
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Laid on your back in the comfort of your boyfriend's bed is how you spent the cold snow day. A snow storm had broken out the night before and you were unable to make it home, no buses went and Eddie couldn't even get his van out of the makeshift driveway. His Uncle Wayne couldnt make his way home from work in time before the storm reached its peak and stayed with a coworker who only lived a few minutes away from the plant.
Snow drifted down violently outside the window while a white mist lingered over the town of hawkins. Eddie's bed was made and the heater was on full blast. As you lay underneath him, warm kisses to your lips wrapped up in a warm sweater with sweat and fluffy socks on the both of you, the whole scene felt magical. Music played on a speaker propped up on Eddie's desk.
The familiar notes of Master of Puppets played on Electric guitar played at a moderate volume on the other side of the room. As Eddie lay nestled between your thighs as his hips moved softly back and forth against your core at a steady pace. The past 20 minutes you had layd like this, just kissing and practically dry humping each other.
He couldn't help himself when the notes of his favorite song played, he began trying to match his movements to the beat of the music, awkwardly. He missed beats and awkwardly waited for an in for him to start again.
“What are you doing?” you pulled away and leaned into the pillows. “What? Oh nothing” he grinned. He finally found the beat and adjusted his pace.
“Are you actually humping me to the beat of Metallica right now?” you grimaced.
“Pfff, what? I wouldn't” Before you could say anything he shut you up by connecting his lips to yours and searching for entrance with his tongue.
Just as James Hetfeild began singing Eddie ripped away from you. You frowned, shocked till you saw Eddie violently mouthing the words “End of passion play, crumbling away!” He played air guitar as he sat on his knees, your thighs on either side of him.
You rolled your eyes as he continued “I'm your source of self-destruction”
“Stop!” you whined trying to grasp hold of his hand and pull you back to him.
“Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear” he pulled away from you and began headbanging vigorously.
“UGH” you groaned as Eddie began singing along “Leading on your death's construction”
“Shut up!”
“Taste me you will see” you lightly pushed him back.
“More is all you need” he breathed the next line as he stumbled upwards to sit back up.
“Dedicated toooo” he sang falsely.
“Would you shut up and kiss me?!” you voiced loudly over his obnoxious singing.
“How I'm killing youuuuu” As the short instrumental started he leaned down and planted a very sloppy and quick kiss to your lips before flinging back up and resuming his air guitar skills.
“Come crawling faster” he started up again.
“Alright, I'm going to the toilet” you shouted.
“Obey your master” Eddie continued singing.
“Get off you big lug!” That's when you pushed him off the bed with the help of your right leg and then kicked him the rest of the way to the floor with both feet. He groaned as he fell onto the carpet.
“Yeah that's what you get!”
You walked out the door, “On second thought” you peeped through the door where Eddie awkwardly got off the floor. “I may as well have a quick wank since im not getting anything from you” you stuck your tongue out and shut the door, making your way to the bathroom.
“Oh no you dont!” Eddie scrambled to his feet and ripped the door open. Tackling you as you just stepped over the threshold of the bathroom door. You squealed at the action as you were carried awkwardly back to Eddie's room. You struggled and wiggled till you fell out his grasp right onto the floor. “Let me wank!” you shouted while laughing madly.
Eddie fell to the floor on top of you, holding onto your face as he sank his face into yours, kissing you deeply. “Alright alright I'll stop singing” he caved as you adjusted yourself on the floor to accommodate him between your legs. You let him continue kissing you until you finally made your way back to the bedroom to resume your shenanigans.
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hello since im a semi new blogger i wanted to introduce myself:)

my name is Dove i use they/them and he/him prns so please respect that tyty !
i’m currently in the middle of moving to the US so i won’t be able to write anything for a hot minute but once i get settled down i will<3
what i will be writing in the future (i will be taking requests depends what they’re about)
-fluff - angst -smut (depends on who)
what i will not be writing in the future
- self harm - anything graphic -eating disorders -romanticizing drug and alcohol addiction - family abuse (in any way) - writing smut about dead people
keep in mind i will not be writing most of these mainly because i have dealt with a lot of these and do not feel comfortable with writing off of the topics.
- i won’t write something that’s very similar to something else i’ve written already.
- i won’t really write anything that’s based on anime mainly bc i don’t like to and i don’t watch anime.
people who i will write for:
Metallica
-dave mustaine
- kirk hammett
-james hetfeild
- lars ulrich
- jason newsted
queen:
- brian may
- rogger tayler
- jon deacon
guns n’ roses:
- slash (saul hudson)
-axl rose
- duff mckagan
-izzy stradlin
and possibly more.
also if i don’t post for a couple days or weeks at a time i am working with my band to produce an album and EP’S in the future, that and i’m also moving from a different country so it’ll take a while, and i have a life outside of social media so respect that please and thank you.
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#guns n roses#metallica#queen fans#megadeth#lars ulrich#kirk hammett#new blog#stranger things#dio band#ozzy osbourne#the osbournes#mötorhead#motley crue#gnr2022#metalhead#80's thrash#90s#70s#punk rock#gothic#gothic metal
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