#metal head

[justatallstick]

have this picture of my punk friend doing my other decidedly normal friends’ juggalo makeup

[restingcorpse]

[jesuschristt-thatsaprettyface]

am i the only one out here getting turned on by sick guitar riffs??

[lokami]

Toki Wartooth (not a bumblebee)

[cupcakemikstermayhem]

The Robot!🤖💥🎉💫

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[smerttvoyaaa]

i love suck dick and when my boyfriend far from me i am smoking

it's a joke please don't send to me dickpicks

[queenoffists]

Metal heads have the most fun.

[goblin-simp]

Female Jesse and axel!

Best friends forever!!

In my universe/headcannon axel is a metal head nerd who just loves to annoy people and is kind of a asshole (like he is in game lmfao) He likes his friends and he also likes Petra (I’m a AXEL X PETRA LOVER HAHAH)

[merildae]

Long time no selfie

[upsidedown29]

Into the Darkness

When you arrive as the new kid at Hawkins High, the enigmatic Eddie Munson invites you to join the Hellfire Club's Dungeons & Dragons game. As the night unfolds, you discover a sense of belonging and a spark with Eddie that you never expected. Dive into a night of adventure, fantasy, and unexpected connections.

Warnings include: Mild Language, Romantic Themes, Supernatural Themes, Social Anxiety.

The faint hum of metal echoed through the corridors of Hawkins High, Eddie Munson stood at the end of the hallway, leaning against his locker, his trademark smirk playing at the corners of his lips. His fingers, adorned with rings, drummed against the cool metal door in an erratic rhythm that mirrored the beat of his favorite songs.

You walked in, feeling the usual stares and whispers following you. Being the new kid in town wasn't easy, and Hawkins was no exception. Your eyes darted around, trying to find a familiar face, but instead, they landed on Eddie. He looked up, his intense gaze locking onto yours. A shiver ran down your spine, not from fear, but something else entirely.

"Eddie," a voice called out, breaking the trance. It was Dustin Henderson, one of the freshmen who seemed to orbit around Eddie like he was the sun. "You ready for tonight?"

Eddie's eyes flicked away from you for a moment, giving Dustin a nod. "Always ready, Henderson."

Curiosity got the better of you. "What's happening tonight?" You asked, stepping closer. You were new, yes, but you weren't shy.

Eddie's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Well if you're up for an adventure, new kid, there's a Hellfire Club meeting tonight. Ever heard of Dungeons & Dragons?"

Your heart skipped a beat. You'd played before, but never with anyone like Eddie. "I might have," you said, trying to play it cool. "Can anyone join?"

Eddie leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Only those who dare to venture into the darkness."

That evening you found yourself in the school's basement, surrounded by a group of eager faces. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a few scattered candles and the glowing eyes of the dragon figurine in the center of the table. Eddie presided over the game like a dark prince, his voice weaving an intricate tale that pulled everyone in.

You quickly fell into the rhythm of the game, your character coming to life with each roll of the dice. Eddie's eyes frequently found yours across the table, a silent communication that sent your pulse racing.

As the night wore on, the game grew more intense. You faced dragons, solved riddles, and navigated treacherous dungeons. Every time you succeeded, Eddie's approving nod felt like a victory in itself.

Finally, as the game drew to a close, Eddie announced a break. The group scattered to stretch their legs, but you found yourself lingering near the table, tracing the edges of the map.

"You're good," Eddie's voice came from behind you. "Really good."

You turned to find him closer than expected, his presence overwhelming in the small space. "Thanks. You make a great Dungeon Master."

He grinned, a genuine smile that lit up his face. "I try. But you... You brought something special to the game tonight."

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment. "I just got lucky with the dice."

Eddie shook his head, his gaze intense. "Luck had nothing to do with it. You've got a spark, new kid. Something tells me you're going to fit right in here."

For the first time since you arrived in Hawkins, you felt a sense of belonging. "Thanks Eddie. That means alot."

He reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. "Welcome to the Hellfire Club."

In that moment, surrounded by the shadows and the flickering candlelight, you knew you'd found your place. And maybe, just maybe, something more with the enigmatic Eddie Munson.

[cr00glasses]

[kayden-valcourt]

The Pookie

Personal favorite pictures of the cutie patootie!!

[ronancecore]

My steddie rock concert canons:

Metal is not the main stream of Steve but he goes always to see Eddie's performance.

When the song ended. Eddie spotted Steve in the waves of crowd, Steve grinning widely and he shouted. “the performance was great!! we want moreee!” Steve hyping the crowd aslo audience shouted along with Steve. Eddie plays Steve's favourite romantic alternative rock song for Steve:) Steve just stunned on his ground when he hears his favorite song played. He didn't realize at first, but he knew it's for him. Steve clearly smile widely and remain standing there. The crowd singing with Eddie, and swaying their hands in the air like, it's shoot from a movie scene.

Steve enjoys listening to Eddie's new songs in record player.

Steve's enjoying playing drum in, Eddie's band studio. He almost broke the drum stick.

Robin help Steve making a poster for Eddie's band group advertisement. Bonus Nancy wrote the headlines.

[hauntedeyes123456]

︴Sam e Erik numa provável festa do pijama :P

Provavelmente a ideia foi do Erik e ele só invadiu a casa do Sam sem avisar e o Sam só aceitou

Amo eles esses dois merdinhas💕

[njpuckbunny]

Heyy! Could you please do some friends to lovers (smut) with Kirk? Like, mutual pinning but they’re both idiots so the band helps them get together (sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language)

Cuz That’s What Friends Do, Right?

Kirk Hammett x AFAB!Reader (y/n)

a/n: I LITERALLY LOVE U SO MUCH FOR THIS PLEASE THIS IS MY FAV REQUEST EVER. I HOPE U ENJOY IT <33

warnings: mutual pining, p in v, unprotected sex, greasy kirk era , sir kink, dominant!kirk, sub!reader, afab reader, smut, and metallica being a matchmaker

holy shit.

“I have some big news guys,” you began, ready for your band's input on this news, “we’re gonna be opening for Metallica for their new tour.”

A mix of anxious and happy remarks filled the room from the rest of your band.

Your lead guitarist replied to your information with a slightly rude comment, “is this just because you fuck around with Kirk, or did we actually earn it?”

You were seriously taken aback by her comment but replied quickly, “Me and Kirk are nothing but friends, and I'm sure he mentioned us, but we earned this spot. Pack your bags to meet at the bus station.”

Honestly, you were pretty worried about this. Being an all girl-band with yourself as the bassist and lead singer? It wouldn’t be easy to earn the public’s respect. You had been friends with Kirk ever since you stepped foot into highschool. Kirk was off to the side and calm, while you were anxious and trying to leave as soon as possible. You claim it as fate, but Kirk always said you were gonna trip in front of him anytime “cuz of his beauty.” Long story short, you were carrying your books to a new class and were looking down at your schedule when you bumped into Kirk. He helped you pick up your books and you exchanged family phone numbers. You couldn’t count the times when you told your older sister to get off of the phone trying to call her favorite rockstars phony numbers. You and Kirk called hours and hours on end and you honestly just felt like he was your better half.

So when he joined Exodus, you were more than happy to cheer him on to pursue his dreams. You both promised that whoever got more famous first, the other had to open for their band.

Right after Kirk was chosen for Metallica, you started your own band R.O.P.E. You could’ve sworn it stood for something, but you were too high to remember.

But now that you were touring with Metallica? You didn’t know if you could hide it for any longer…. yea about that. Ever since sophomore year started, you had developed a massive crush on Kirk. It wasn’t like it was obvious… was it?

Definitely not. And it didn’t matter cuz he didn’t like you back. End. Of. Story.

But tonight might change how you saw him, maybe you just see him as a friend now. Right?

WRONG

The moment you stepped onto the bus and saw his smile. Ugh, You melted. And it doesn’t mean just inside, you blushed, flushed, you could’ve sworn you developed a fever right there and melted into a puddle of nothing on the ground.

You heard whistling, and your name, and your name again,

“Hey! y/n,” it was kirk, motioning you over to the back of the bus. His leg was over an empty seat, saving it for you, just like he did on the bus home.

Yes. You guys took the same bus. Dumbass Kirk would get off at your house some days (literally everyday) and listen to cds and cassettes with you all evening because he didn’t want to go home.

Sometimes he would fall asleep with you on your bed and you’d wake up with your limbs entangled and Kirk sleeping as heavy as he could.

cuz that’s what friends do? Right?

After what felt like an hour of admiring his features, you moved your way back to the back of the bus and talked with Kirk.

You couldn’t help but notice the way your legs bounced oh so close together. You wanted your legs wrapped around his waist as he—-

“y/n?” “hello??” Kirk exclaimed as he clapped in front of your face.

“Sorry,” you sputtered, “I'm really nervous about tonight.”

He sincerely put his palm over your knee and comfortingly spoke, “you’ve got nothin’ to worry about sweetheart, you’re gonna kill it.”

You muttered a thanks and Kirk gave you a grin, god he was going to be the death of you. To combat your love for Kirk and nerves for the show, you decided to take a nap.

When you awoke, it was basically time for you and your band to get ready for the opening act. You dressed in your signature style and made sure that your instrument matched your clothes. As you turned to check if everything was in place you saw the scar that lined your bicep. When you were at highschool prom, waiting for your ride home, some jerk on the side of the road “accidentally” sliced you with a pocket knife. Just as you were about to fight back, Kirk rode up in his mom’s car and punched the guy right in the face. That was your first scar, and Kirks’ first punch. (that he gave).

In the time you were reminiscing, the time you had to check yourself was up and your band was ready to play the opening act.

As you stepped out onto the stage, you were quickly blinded by the lights and tried to blink away the blots to see the crowd. The microphone feedback whined as you approached it. You spoke loudly into it as you addressed the crowd to play your first song.

time skip to after the opening act!

You hopped off the stage and gave Kirk a pat on the back as he hugged you and told you what an amazing job you did. You thanked him and wished him is own luck before he stopped you.

“y/n I—“ but he was interrupted by the que that he should get on stage, so he just yelled as he was pushed onto the stage, “see me after the show!”

what the fuck?

And Metallica's show? Fucking Outrageous.

The way that Kirk’s fingers slid up and down on the frets as he played the solos and the way his pants rode up his form as he rutted against the guitar.

Your whole mind was flooded with unholy thoughts as the show went on.

You traveled back to the living room behind the stage as you waited for everyone to get off stage. As they piled into the room you individually congratulated all of them for the amazing performance. Until your eyes landed on Kirk….. oh fuckkkk.

You could’ve sworn that your whole body shut down right then and there. Like, how the fuck did he look so hot after playing the most tiring set??? It was seriously bothering you.

James spoke through the thick fog of tension first, “okay, Lars, Cliff, and I are gonna go wash up, see y’all later.”

You heard a click come from outside the door that was previously closed by James, accompanied with outside chuckles.

“What the fuck,” you started, “did they lock us in here?”

Kirk pulled on the door handle and pounded on the door. He nodded and scoffed to himself.

You spoke at the same time,

“Kirk—“

“Y/N—-“

You quickly apologized and let Kirk speak first.

It all came out in one fast blur from his mouth, “Y/n, before the show I wanted to tell you everything you meant to me and I didn’t think you felt like same until James locked—-“

You shut him up by pushing him up against the nearest wall and pressing your lips to his.

“Shut up—“ your remarks got cut off by Kirk picking you up and setting you down on the couch that was pressed against the furthest wall of the room.

He spoke through the silence, “tell me what you want.”

“Please touch me“

“Please what?”

“Sir.”

He nodded in agreement as his fingers trailed down your waist while he got on his knees. He pulled down your pants and threw them across the room while he took off his shirt. He grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders as he looked up at you from your cunt. Agonizingly slow, he placed a finger on your clit, and inserted his tongue into you.

You whined, “kirk— please”

“shhh sweetheart i’ll take care of you.”

sweetheart.

His finger began making circles as his tongue lapped your juices. Your fingers entangled his curls as he worked you up to your climax.

“Kirk I’m gonna—-“

“No,” He pulled off of you and flipped you onto your stomach while taking off his pants and your shirt.

You pleaded again, but he spoke over, “you’ll cum when I tell you to.”

Breaking the dominance he asked you for your comfort, “Do you want this?”

You replied faster than he finished talking, “yes. sir.”

“Good.”

He inserted his cock deep into your cunt, already slick from him eating you out. His thrusts were hard and snapping onto your ass. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as your back arched upon his cock. The new angle was letting him bottom out, only making you feel higher to your climax.

You began to beg, “please sir. I wanna come , so bad. Please.”

“Okay, ready sweetheart,” Kirk answered.

You mumbled an mhm and you both let yourselves go as he fucked out his climax and his thrusts became sloppy. You both panted on the large couch you laid on, smiling at each other.

Kirk broke the silence first, “I love you, that’s what I was going to say before the show.”

He looked at you with puppy eyes and you responded, “I love you too,” as you kissed him on the lips again.

A few moments when by of you two gathering the moments happiness before you heard a knock and James speak, “It’s about time you two fucked.”