#dj metal craig

[dave-ivanov]

Interview mit Dave im kanadischen Radio!

War mal wieder geil und vielen Dank an DJ Metal Craig Foreman, der mich ganz schön ausgequetscht hat. Aufgrund der blöden Technik per Skype über mein Mobiltelefon hatten wir auch tatsächlich oft Lücken und uns zwischendurch nicht gehört. Na ja, trotzdem wohl ganz cool geworden. Hier ein Link zum Soundcloud-Upload:

[ktamina]

my latest posts are barely getting attention SID ASS GO!!

[zmbiefood]

[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

[m4rc3y]

I have no clue if this is a regular photo shoot or if this is part of a magazine

[honey-25]

🩸❤️‍🔥

[pileojunk]

SIMD

[nu-metal-confessions]

I would KILL to have a horror movie bingewatch session with Slipknot. It'd be so fun- sid and clown (and maybe even corey) would be scaring people and messing around. We would all mock lake kills and re-enact good ones. (I do this with friends, it's so fucking fun)

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[retirement-home-rumble]

Your Elderly Representatives:

Gravity Falls - Stanley and Stanford Pines

Avatar: The Last Airbender - Uncle Iroh

Muppets - Statler and Waldorf

Lord of the Rings - Gandalf

Dream SMP - Philza Minecraft and Technoblade

Discworld - Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg

Ace Attorney - Wendy Oldbag

Doctor Who - Wilfred Mott

The Magnus Archives - Gertrude Robinson

Batman - Alfred Pennyworth

Star Wars - Yoda

Critical Role - Chetney Pock O'Pea

Up - Carl and Ellie Fredrickson

The Owl House - Principal Hieronymus Bump

Just Roll With It - Old Man Earl

Splatoon - Captain Craig Cuttlefish and DJ Octavio

Half Life VR but the AI is Self Aware - Dr Harold Coomer and Bubby

Jojo's Bizzare Adventure - Joseph Joestar

Transformers - Ratchet

Cats - Old Deuteronomy

Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Splinter

DuckTales - Scrooge McDuck

Ninjago - Sensei Wu

Undertale - Gerson

Amphibia - Hop Pop

Golden Kamuy - Hijikata Toshizou

The Good Place - Michael

Back to the Future - Doc Brown

X-Men - Magneto and Professor X

Zero Escape - Tenmyouji

Genshin Impact - Zhongli

Five Nights at Freddy's - William Afton

Welcome to Night Vale - The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home

Homestuck - Nanna Jane Egbert

Kingdom Hearts - Master Xehanort

The Adventure Zone - Merle Highchurch

RWBY - Maria Calavera

Hermitcraft - TinFoilChef

Full Metal Alchemist - Pinako Rockbell

Miss Marple - Miss Marple

Skullgirls - Black Dahlia

Yu Yu Hakusho - Genkai

Umbrella Academy - Five Hargreeves

Golden Girls - the Golden Girls

Breaking Bad - Mike Erhmantraut

Dimension 20 - Bishop Raphaniel Charlock

Final Fantasy - Emet-Selch

Warrior Cats - Yellowfang

One Piece - Dr Kureha

My Little Pony - Granny Smith

Spongebob Squarepants - Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy

Stardew Valley - Grandpa

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power - Madame Razz

Bloodborne - Gehrman the First Hunter

Courage the Cowardly Dog - Muriel Bagge

Dragon Ball - Master Roshi

The Emperor's New Groove - Yzma

Mulan - Grandmother Fa

Death Note - Watari

Kung Fu Panda - Master Oogway

Christmas - Santa Claus

Plainview Discord Server - Funky Old

Token Tumblr Real Person - @theangstking 's cat, Lilly

Real Life Old Person - Betty White

EDIT: Results from all preliminaries have been updated

[irritable-bowel-showdown]

The Irritable Bowel Showdown competitors have been decided!!!

Thank you for your patience, everyone! The participants have been chosen, the bracket has been tentatively created, and preparations for Round One are underway!!!

Thank you for the feedback on my poll about the number of participants. Although the option for accepting further submissions had the most support, after narrowing down the eligible participants to 102, I decided it would be best to continue with the current number so the tournament could begin! As a result, some characters with a higher seeding will automatically move to the second round to accommodate the awkward number of competitors.

The full roster is as follows:

Alphys from Undertale Amu Hinamori from Shugo Chara anon who shit on couch from real life Asahi Azumane from Haikyuu!! Bambi from Dave & Bambi Barry Bluejeans from The Adventure Zone: Balance Belphegor from SMT/Persona series Benrey from Half-Life VR but the AI Is Self-Aware [AKA HLVR: AI] Bor'dor Dog'son from Critical Role (Campaign 3: Bells Hells) Bubbie from The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack c!Tommyinnit from Dream SMP Carlton Ulysses Wheezer from Jimmy Neutron Chidi Anagonye from The Good Place Clark Kent from Superman Craig Boone from Fallout: New Vegas Dabi from My Hero Academia Dareth from LEGO Ninjago Dave Strider from Homestuck David Rose from Schitt's Creek Dean Winchester from Supernatural Deandra The New Girl from The Most Popular Girls In School Declan Lynch from The Dreamer Trilogy by Maggie Stiefvater Dimitri 1 from 101 Dalmatian Street DJ from Beast Wars II Doctor Sung from TWRP Dr Crygor from Warioware Elmo Monster from Sesame Street/Elmo's Potty Time Enid Mettle from OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes Filbo Fiddlepie from Bugsnax Geralt of Rivia from The Witcher God of Indigestion from The Discworld series: Hogfather, by Terry Pratchett Griffin McElroy from real life Hailey from Hatchetfield Nightmare Time Harrowhark Nonagesimus from The Lockes Tomb Hatsune Miku from Vocaloid Henry the Green Engine from Thomas and Friends Hinata Shouyou from Haikyuu Hiroshi Yuuki from Full Dive: This Ultimate Next-Gen Full Dive RPG Is Even Shittier than Real Life! Isaac Moriah from The Binding of Isaac James Tiberius Kirk from Star Trek: The Original Series Jane Doe AKA Soldier from Team Fortress 2 Jean Pierre Polnareff from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Johnny Sasaki from Metal Gear Josuke Higashikata from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Jotaro Kujo from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Juniper Sloan from Camp Here And There Kakashi Hatake from Naruto Kanata from Gokurakugai Kuruto Ryuki from AI: The Sominum Files - Nirvana Initiative Kuwabara Kazuma from Yu Yu Hakusho Lan Zhan (Lan Wangji) from The Untamed Larry Appleton from Perfect Strangers Loki the cat from real life Magellan from One Piece Mari from Yellowjackets Marinette Dupain-Cheng from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir Marvin Grossberg from Ace Attorney Megatron from Transformers Mr. Tang from Lego Monkie Kid Napstablook from Undertale Naruto Uzumaki from Naruto Nekomaru Nidai from Danganronpa Niki Shiina from Ensemble Stars Nyack of the Rana’for from Not Another D&D Podcast Ochako Uraraka from My Hero Academia Okuyasu Nijimura from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Onceler from The Lorax Owen from Total Drama Panty Anarchy from Panty and Stocking With Garterbelt PaRappa from PaRappa the Rapper Porky Pig from Looney Tunes Primis "Tank" Dempsey from Call of Duty Zombies Queen Chrysalis from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic Raji Shenazard from Snow White with the Red Hair Reigen Arataka from Mob Psycho 100 Rock Lee from Naruto Roy Kent from Ted Lasso Rung from Transformers Saint from Rain World Sakaeguchi Yuuto from Ookiku Furikabutte Senri from Koisuru Bokura wa Ichou ga Yowai Shauna Shipman from Yellowjackets Shit in Pants Guy from Johnny The Homicidal Maniac Shoichi Irie from Katekyo Hitman Reborn Spamton from Deltarune Spock from Star Trek: The Original Series Steven Universe from Steven Universe Tagora Gorjek from Hiveswap Tenzil Kem (aka Matter Eater Lad) from DC The cat from Lyle Lyle the Crocodile (movie) The test subject who shat in the elevator from Portal 2 Tomura Shigaraki from My Hero Academia Toshinori Yagi/All Might from My Hero Academia Triss Merigold from The Witcher Books Vetinari from Discworld Walter Tattersall from Yellowjackets William Afton from Five Nights at Freddys Yamaguchi Tadashi from Haikyuu!! Yami Sukehiro from Black Clover you the voter from real life Yuuga Aoyama from My Hero Academia Zhao Yunlan from Guardian

[lbodraws]

Neo Junks vs. Unit 04 boss fight

infodump about Splecha AU under splice.

Pilot 4's mech gets contaminated with fuzzy ooze.

"But LBo, how can a mech get contaminated with fuzzy ooze? It's made of metal."

i'm glad you asked, convenient-voice-of-many-questions, because the plot twist in the Splecha AU plot is that the mecha that the NSS and New Inkadia government use are part human. in essence: they're alive.

since The Great Turf War, the Inkadia government have been looking for a means of creating semi autonomous mecha for surveillance purposes, but lacked the technological capabilities of the Octarians. instead of making amends with the Octarians, they decided to launch "scientific expeditions" into human bunkers within their territory. at this point, there are no living humans. however, some of the bunkers contained cryogenic frozen human DNA and cells. while not what they were initially hoping for, the government set their scientists to work on growing genetically modified lab born humans, with the end goal of infusing them into mechs.

the vast majority of the cells grown in the labs failed. those that survived were incorporated into the existing mecha of the time period.

Units 01, 02, 03 and 04 managed to survive.

these units would be kept in a secret loading bay on the outskirts of Inkopolis near the Octarian territory. (think of it as Area InkyOne.)

Craig Cuttlefish is tasked with manning an assault force in the event of an Octarian mecha threat. he recruits his granddaughter Callie, who goes on to recruit her cousin Marie. Callie pilots Unit 01, and Marie Unit 02.

two pilots remain to be recruited. queue Pilot 3's entry into the scene; the Great Zapfish has gone missing, and the Inkadia government are on high alert. the pressure to find a third pilot is resolved when Craig encounters Pilot 03 at an illegal mecha race in one of the abandoned underground domes during one of their races. seeing how Pilot 03 handles their mech, Craig enlists them on the spot, and tasks them with finding the Great Zapfish.

fast forward 5-ish years. Hiro and Veronika (and Buddy) pilot Junks; their homemade mech.

the trio meet Craig in The Crater after a mech race breaks out and they have to hide from the government mecha force. Craig recruits them much like he did Pilot 03.

the trio traverse Alterna in Junks, solving missions and completing the Log Book.

Junks gets damaged in the fight up the rocket. luckily DJ Octavio is on hand to salvage what's left of Junks and infuses it into one of the human machines that were left behind.

After Alterna

when the dust finally settles, everything goes back to what could be considered normal.

Craig makes amends with DJ Octavio, the NSS go back into inactivity after the major threat alert.

that being said; Unit 04 has gone missing after heading out on a research mission with no response to comms. it's up to the Junks trio to locate and bring back Pilot 04 and their Unit.

[ktamina]

Sid #0 lights his turntables on fire!! - 2001

[archivist-crow]

The Smiths - “Panic” (1986)

Thirty-eight years ago, on July 21, 1986, “Panic,” the fourteenth single by the Smiths, was released. Musically inspired by T. Rex’s “Metal Guru,” “Panic” was the first Smiths recording to include secondary guitarist Craig Gannon, who had originally been hired to replace bassist Mike Rourke earlier in the year. Bemoaning the state of contemporary music, including the refrain “hang the DJ,” the single would peak at number seven on the UK Singles Chart. Included on the UK compilation The World Won’t Listen and the US compilation Louder Than Bombs, the song was voted Single of the Year in the 86-87 NME readers poll.

[jimsbeetroot]

𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

part three of the stains trilogy, if you will.

1. stains | 2. burns

warnings! smut! bratty? rough sex! foreplay! age gap relationship!

words; 3145

summary; after a night of disobeying jim completely, you wake up and face your not-so-pleased boyfriend. you, as you’ve promised, clean up that stupid couch, only for it to get messy again.

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YOU WOKE UP WITH YOUR HEAD POUNDING, the harsh light streaming through the window only making it worse. Your throat was dry, your body felt heavy, and every inch of you reminded you of the drinks you’d downed last night.

You groaned, burying your face into the pillow, trying to piece together the events that led you to this miserable morning.

But the clearer the memories got, the more you cringed. You’d promised Jim you’d keep it together—just a few drinks with friends at his place, then a call when you were ready to be picked up. Simple, easy. But of course, you’d gone overboard.

You dragged yourself out of bed, slipping into one of Jim’s oversized t-shirts, your bare feet cold against the hardwood floor. You padded softly into the hallway, every step a reminder of your missteps the night before. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, beckoning you towards the living room.

Jim was already up, sitting on the edge of the couch with a steaming mug in his hand. His expression was calm, composed, but his eyes tracked your every move, a subtle mixture of amusement and annoyance dancing in his gaze. Your heart sank a little at the sight of him. He was wearing those worn-out jeans you loved, paired with a faded band t-shirt, his long hair pulled back in a loose bun. Despite the casual look, there was an air of quiet authority about him, a reminder that he’d been the responsible one while you’d been out of control.

“Morning,” Jim said, his voice low and even.

“Morning,” you mumbled back, feeling a pang of guilt at the warmth of his tone, even after the night you’d put him through.

“You look like hell,” he added with a smirk, taking a sip of his coffee. You rolled your eyes, but there was no heat behind it.

“Thanks, I feel like it too.” You plopped down on the other end of the couch, your gaze drifting to the stain still glaring back at you from the middle cushion. You couldn’t help but snort softly, a fleeting moment of comic relief in an otherwise awkward morning.

Jim’s eyes followed yours, landing on the stain with a small shake of his head. “You’re lucky that’s the least of our worries.”

You bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. “Guess we got carried away,” you said, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. “You’re not mad about it, are you?”

“No,” Jim said, setting his coffee down on the table, looking out on the living room. All the bottles and spills of alcohol. Jim had taken the table, the dishes and the food. But he’d left the rest for you to clean. “But this-“ he said and pointed out to his living room, -“is a good reminder of why we shouldn’t mix alcohol and promises, especially when you’re involved.”

You felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck. You remembered your drunken persistence in the car, how you’d begged and pleaded until he’d finally relented. You’d promised him peace and quiet once you’d get home, but the moment you’d hit the sheets, you’d been all over him again. And Jim, patient as always, had just refused your advances, gently but firmly reminding you of your agreement.

“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice softer now. “I know I was a brat last night.”

Jim leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest as he regarded you with a calm intensity. “It’s not just about being a brat,” he said, his tone measured. “It’s about the promises you make and then conveniently forget the moment you don’t get your way.”

You squirmed under his gaze, the weight of his words sinking in. You’d been selfish, pushing and pushing until he’d finally given in, and even then, you hadn’t stopped. You’d broken your word to him in more ways than one, and now, staring at the stain on the couch, it all felt embarrassingly childish.

“I’ll clean it,” you said, your voice firmer this time. “I’ll clean everything up.”

“I’ll take the rest if manage to remove that stain. Only because I’m the nicest person in the entire world,” Jim said and your face lit up.

“It’s a dare?” You asked.

“If you want it to be,” Jim shrugged.

He leaned back into the couch, not saying a word as you got up to fetch the cleaning supplies. The quiet was heavy between you, each step feeling like a penance for the chaos you’d caused. You returned with a rag and some cleaner, dropping to your knees beside the couch as you started scrubbing at the stain. Jim watched you, his gaze steady and unreadable, but there was no harshness there, no anger—just that quiet, frustrating patience that made you feel even worse.

As you scrubbed, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him, the way his strong hands cradled the coffee mug, the slight flex of his muscles as he shifted in his seat. Even in his calmness, there was a quiet power to him that always drew you in, made you want to push and provoke just to see what it would take to make him snap.

“Are you just going to watch me?” You asked, half-teasing, half-frustrated, the stain seemingly not vanishing at all.

Jim shrugged. “Someone’s gotta make sure you do it right.”

You narrowed your eyes at him but couldn’t keep the smile off your face. He was infuriating in the way only he could be—unflappable, controlled, always a step ahead of you. It made you want to push further, to find that edge where he might finally lose that composure.

You tossed the rag onto the couch and stood up, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m done,” you said defiantly, even though the stain was still faintly there. Jim’s eyes flicked to the cushion, then back to you, one brow arching slightly.

“You call that clean?”

You huffed, stepping closer until you were standing between his legs, your hands on your hips.

“It’s better than it was.”

Jim met your challenge with a steady gaze, unblinking. “But I didn’t ask you to make it better. I asked you to make it go away.”

You sulked and Jim let the silence stretch between you, tension thick in the air. Your heart raced, the proximity to him, the smell of his cologne, the way his eyes bore into yours—it all made you feel that same reckless desire you had last night. But Jim wasn’t giving in; he was making you stew in it, waiting for you to break first.

“Jim…” you said, your voice a low whine, and you shifted, your knee brushing against his thigh. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll be good, I promise.”

Jim’s hand moved, his fingers lightly tracing the skin of your thigh, sending shivers up your spine. But his eyes remained fixed on yours, that same infuriating calm still in place. “Promises, promises,” he murmured, his tone making you squirm.

You bit your lip, your patience snapping. You leaned in, your hands resting on his shoulders as you straddled his lap, pressing your body against his. “Please, Jim,” you whispered, your voice needy, desperate. “I need you.”

Jim’s grip tightened on your thigh, his eyes darkening as he finally let his restraint slip, just a little. “You’ve been nothing but trouble,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Kept me up all night, made promises you couldn’t keep…”

Your breath hitched, your hips grinding down against him, seeking friction. “I’ll keep them now,” you promised, your voice breathless. “Please, Jim, I’ll do anything.”

Jim’s hand moved to your waist, his touch firm as he guided your movements. “You’d better,” he said, his tone a mix of warning and promise. He pulled you closer, his lips hovering just above yours but not quite touching, making you whine in frustration. He brushed his lips against yours softly, teasingly, before pulling back just enough to see the desperation in your eyes.

“Patience, Y/N,” he whispered, his lips ghosting along your jawline as his hands roamed under your shirt, fingers brushing over your bare skin with maddening slowness. Your breath caught, your head falling back as he took his time exploring you, his touch light but deliberate. He pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought as his lips moved down your neck, placing soft, open-mouthed kisses that made you shiver.

You squirmed in his lap, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as your hips rolled against him. You felt him harden beneath you, his cock pressing against you through both of your clothes.

Jim was in no rush. His hands slid up to your breasts, cupping them firmly before pinching your nipples, making you gasp. He smiled against your skin at your reaction, loving the way you responded to his touch.

“Jim, please,” you whimpered, your body aching for more as you ground against him, seeking the friction you desperately needed. But Jim was relentless, his pace slow and controlled, savoring every sound that fell from your lips. His mouth moved lower, kissing a trail down your chest, over the swell of your breasts, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked lightly, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud, making you cry out and arch into him.

Your hands roamed over his back, nails digging in as your movements grew more frantic, your need for him becoming unbearable. “I need you,” you pleaded, your voice breaking. “Jim, please, I can’t—”

Jim pulled back, his lips slick and swollen from his ministrations, his eyes meeting yours with a heat that sent a jolt of arousal straight through you.

“You really are impatient,” he teased, but the way his breath hitched told you, that he was just as affected as you were.

Jim reached down between you, deftly unbuttoning his jeans, and freed himself from the confines of his clothes. Your eyes widened as you watched, your breath hitching at the sight of him—hard, thick, and ready. You licked your lips, your need for him amplifying as you reached down to stroke him, feeling his length twitch under your touch. Jim groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as your hand worked over him, slow and deliberate, matching the rhythm he’d been teasing you with.

“Enough,” Jim growled, his patience finally snapping. He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away as he positioned you above him. “You want it? Then take it.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You lifted yourself up, positioning him at your entrance, the anticipation making you shiver.

With one smooth motion, you sank down onto him, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as he filled you completely. The stretch, the fullness, the sheer heat of him inside you—it was overwhelming in the best way, every nerve in your body lighting up with pleasure.

“Fuck, Jim,” you moaned, your head falling back as you took him in to the hilt, your thighs trembling around him. Jim gritted his teeth, his hands gripping your hips as he fought to maintain control, every muscle in his body tensing as he resisted the urge to just flip you over and fuck you senseless.

“Move,” he commanded, his voice strained, the last threads of his composure slipping as you began to roll your hips, your pace slow and torturous. You set a rhythm, rocking back and forth, your movements smooth and fluid as you found your pace. Jim’s eyes darkened as he watched you, the sight of you struggling to cope with the pleasure, the way your body moved with such wanton need, was enough to drive him to the edge.

Your moans filled the room, your hands braced against Jim’s chest as you rode him, your movements growing faster and more erratic as the pleasure built inside you.

Jim met your pace with hard, deliberate thrusts, each one hitting that perfect spot inside you that had you seeing stars. You could feel yourself teetering on the brink, the coil in your stomach tightening with every roll of your hips.

“Right there,” you panted, your nails digging into his chest as you chased your high. “Oh god, right there—don’t stop.”

Jim’s hands roamed over your body, one sliding up your back to fist in your hair, pulling your head back so he could claim your mouth in a bruising kiss. His other hand slipped between you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles that had you crying out into his mouth. The combined sensations—the fullness of him inside you, the relentless pressure on your clit, the heat of his lips against yours—it was all too much, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come on,” Jim murmured against your lips, his voice rough and commanding. “Come for me, Y/N.”

That was all it took.

Your body tensed, your back arching as you shattered around him, a broken moan ripping from your throat as you came undone. Your muscles clenched tight around him, your walls fluttering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you trembling in his arms.

Jim watched as you shattered around him, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm, your moans echoing off the walls.

Your nails raked down his chest, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you rode out every wave of pleasure. But Jim wasn’t done.

As soon as he felt you starting to relax, he moved.

With a swift, decisive motion, Jim flipped you onto your back, spreading your legs wide, whipping one of them over his shoulder as he settled between them. There was no hesitation, no teasing this time. He thrust into you hard, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke that tore a scream from your throat. The sound was raw, unfiltered, and it sent a bolt of pure lust straight through him.

Jim gripped your thigh, fingers digging into your thigh as your leg flexed over his shoulder in reaction to his punishing pace, his thrusts fast, hard, and deep, driving into you with a single-minded focus.

His jaw was clenched, eyes locked onto yours as he took you exactly the way he wanted—relentless and unrestrained. He watched your face contort in pleasure, your mouth open in a continuous stream of moans and cries that spurred him on, each sound you made only pushing him closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Jim!” You gasped, your hand scrabbling for purchase against his upper arm, your nails digging in as you tried to keep up with his brutal pace. You were still sensitive from your orgasm, every thrust sending shocks of overstimulation through you, but you didn’t want him to stop. The sheer force of his movements, the intensity of his gaze—it was too much and yet not enough all at once.

Jim could feel you squeezing around him, your body still responding even after your climax, and it drove him wild. He shifted his angle slightly, driving deeper, harder, each thrust a forceful reminder of how much he needed this.

He was chasing his own release now, every stroke a means to an end, each one rougher than the last. He loved the way you screamed for him, the way your body arched off the couch, your legs trembling as Jim assisted you in lifting your one leg off his shoulder and instead wrapped both your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.

“Yeah, you like that?” Jim growled, his voice rough and edged with need. He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he pounded into you, relentless and fierce. “Fucking scream for me.”

You did exactly that, your voice breaking as you cried out, your body writhing beneath him. You were lost in the feeling, the way he stretched you, filled you, pushed you right back to the edge of pleasure-pain that you couldn’t get enough of. You clung to him, nails scratching down his back, urging him on as he took you harder, faster, his thrusts shaking the couch beneath them.

Jim’s breathing was ragged, his control slipping as he chased his own climax. He was focused entirely on the way you felt around him, the tight, wet heat of her drawing him deeper, the way your body trembled with every powerful thrust. He could feel himself getting close, his muscles tightening, the need for release building to an unbearable peak.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his rhythm growing more erratic as he lost himself in the sensation. He gripped your hips even tighter, driving into you with a ferocity that left you gasping, every stroke pushing you further and further until you were on the brink again.

Jim’s head fell forward, his hair coming loose from its tie, strands sticking to his sweat-slicked skin. His movements became more desperate, each thrust a plea for release, each one harder and deeper until finally, he felt himself teeter on the edge. With a low, guttural moan, he thrust into you one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go as he came, the pleasure ripping through him like a tidal wave.

He could feel every pulse, every throb of his release as he filled you, his body shuddering with the force of it. You held him close, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, your own breath coming in short, ragged gasps as you clung to him, the intensity of his orgasm sending shockwaves through you as well.

You stayed like that for a moment, tangled together, both of you breathing heavily as you came down from your high.

You pulled Jim down to meet your face and he rested his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling, the silence between you comfortable and charged.

Jim’s hands gently stroked your cheek, soothing her as you shivered, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through you.

“Feel better?” Jim asked, his voice softer now, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

You laughed breathlessly, your body still trembling from the intensity of it all. “Yeah,” you admitted, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Much better.”

You both sat up and you nestled yourself in Jim’s lap.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as he buried his face in your neck, placing a gentle kiss there. “Good,” he murmured.

“But that stain isn’t gone.”

You whipped your head to look at him, your lips formed in a thin line. “I’ll clean the rest. It’s fine.”

You shrugged. You deserved to clean up your mess.

Jim glanced over at the stain, smirking.

“You know,” he said, his voice filled with wry amusement, “I think, I really just need to invest in some better cleaning supplies.”

You grinned, your hand sliding up his chest to cup his jaw, your thumb brushing over the stubble there. “Or,” you suggested, your voice playful, “we just don’t try to keep it clean at all.”

Jim rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face was unmistakable. “Brat,” he muttered, but his tone was filled with affection.

“Always,” you shot back, your smile wide as she leaned in for another kiss, already thinking of how you might push his buttons next time. But for now, you were content to just bask in the aftermath, wrapped up in Jim’s arms, feeling every bit the troublemaker who’d finally, finally gotten your way.

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since i consider you a wise blog in the nu metal side of tumblr, i figured i'd ask you for help.

are there any nu metal ships you like or recommend? i've been reading so much davisdurst fics on a03 cuz there's a lot of it there, but I wanted to branch out but not sure where to start. i like korn, limp bizkit, slipknot, linkin park, crazy town, but i'm also down to check out ships of other nu metal bands and crossovers too. if shipping is not ur thing, i get it. disregard this message. just figured i'd ask since i'm not sure what other good ships are out there to check out.

Oh I adore this ask, thank you for taking the time to write it. I’ve been meaning to get back into nu metal shipping, it’s just so fucking fun.

Davisdurst is pretty much my otp but I also like any ship with Fred (names that come to mind are Head from Korn and Wes from LB) and especially any ship with JD or JDevil specifically (anyone in Korn but especially Fieldy and Munky and Chino from Deftones). Also within Limp Bizkit Sam x Wes is another very good ship with plenty of awesome fics courtesy of the fucking amazing @downtherabbitholewithlucy. They’re not super popular ships but I love the ship I call LB’s RhythmSection (John Otto x Sam Rivers) and DJ Squared (DJ Lethal and Sid from Slipknot, turntablists just understand each other like that). Had an amazing JD x Wes fic written for me once and it’s one of the best nu metal fics I’ve ever read, that ship has real potential. Oh and one time I got an ask on the confessions blog about shipping David Silveria and Shifty from Crazy Town and I’ve honestly thought about writing something for that because it sounds hilarious and could be hot as hell. I know there are some fics with guys from Linkin Park, Incubus, and Rage Against the Machine but I haven’t checked them out yet. Oh and lord in heaven, don’t get me started on the Slipknot ships. A polylover’s/multishipper’s/rarepairer’s heaven. Any of those are good but I like Clown x Sid, Jim x Corey, Paul x Anyone, Chris x Craig, and Joey x Anyone.

I totally would be down to get some shipping going with the guys from The Union Underground and Crazy Town and shit like that because they’re totally slept on shipping-wise and those are some good looking guys with writable personalities. Haven’t gotten around to it myself because…😅

Anyways, hope this helps anon! Happy shipping!