#5000 fics

Warning: I tried some crazy smut this time so be prepared. There’s light degradation, femdom, mommy kink, praise, restraints, feminization, dacryphilia, alcohol, and possible dubcon?

Pink Panties,

I’ve been living with James, Lars, Cliff and Kirk at the ‘Metallica mansion’ for around a year as James’ girlfriend and the bands producer. The guys have been out drinking since 7pm and finally just got home. It’s around 2am when I finally watch the four oafs stumble inside. The smell of pungent liquor, weed, and a bit of vomit waft inside.

“OH MY FUCKINGGGG GODD… she was SOO HOT…” Lars slurred as he sauntered in.

Cliff looked like he was gonna pass out as he slowly walked in. I can tell he’s high from not only the harsh smell of weed, but also because his eyes are RED. Kirk looked absolutely giggly, but also like he was gonna get sick. James was giggly, and slurring something to Lars which pissed Lars off to the point where he stormed off. (Lars tripped over his feet as he did so.) James wobbled on over to the couch and flopped down beside me. I was currently watching a movie with some popcorn, and glanced over at him slumped halfway on and off the couch.

“How you feeling baby?” I ask him as I reach to play with his blonde hair.

“Izzz fffinee… I feel greaaaaat baybeeey” he slurs into the couch cushion.

I shake my head at his response and glance up seeing Cliff slowly walk Kirk to his room.

“Night you two,” I shout before I hear slurred grumbles and doors closing.

I glance back at my completely hammered other half and scoff while shaking my head. He looks up and gets all smug and smilie.

“What are you doing Jamie~” I ask as he gets in my space.

“I wanted to see myyyyy girl… my my my girl…” he slurs before kissing open mouthed kisses all over my neck and clavicle.

“Babe you are way too drunk to do anything…”

“Mmmf~ thaz not true… I’m fineee,” he continues kissing down my neck and leaves sloppy hickeys.

“Mmm… baby… I know you think you’re fine, but you’re so drunk right now, and I don’t want you to get sick… okay?” I cup his face and look at him. His eyes are glossy from the alcohol flowing through him.

“Fineeee… but once I’m sober-er I wanna bang…” he huffs and sits down beside me.

“Okay, sure bub,”I say with a hint of sarcasm.

The rest of the movie plays through and I can tell James sobered up a bit. I stand up grabbing the now empty popcorn bowl, and turning off the TV. I bring the bowl to the kitchen and hear James get up and follow behind me. He puts his hands around my waist and holds me close as we waddle to our room.

“Baby you’re so clingy tonight,” I chuckle before we get to our room. He reluctantly lets go of me and strips off his clothes leaving him in boxers. He then grabs a pair of my panties and holds them up to himself before giggling.

“What are you doing?” I ask with a weirded out expression.

“Looking at your panties… they’re hot on you…” he says before looking in the mirror and biting his lip.

“What… you wanna try them on or something” I question jokingly.

“I mean… could I?” He says as looks back at me.

“You’re serious. You wanna try on women’s underwear…” I look at him in disbelief.

“Yeahhh, what? You gonna get all bossy with me again ‘n act like my mom-“ he mocks with a dumb smile.

I feel something different spark in me, as he mentions me getting all bossy.

“Well, if you want me to be bossy I can. I know how much you liked it last time I took control,” I say, glancing him up and down with a certain look in my eyes.

James smirked at what I said. The last couple times James and I had sex, he wanted me to take charge because he saw it in a porno mag. Ever since the first time I took the reins, he was extremely into it, and I can’t lie I was too.

“I mean if you wanna be bossy I won’t stop you~” he says with a mischievous smile.

“You won’t stop me, huh? Then put those girly fucking panties on.” I demanded.

He smirked, took off his boxers, and slipped on my pink satin panties, as I watched from our bed. He turned around to look at his ass in the mirror, and it looked pretty damn good.

“They’re softer than my boxers…” he mutters as he runs his hands over the fabric.

“Are you saying you like wearing women’s clothes…?” I ask teasingly.

“N-no!!” He protested as his head whipped back towards me.

“You little slut… you do~ you’d probably wear a fucking dress and heels too…” I say as I stand up and walk towards him.

His face was bright red, from the remaining alcohol and the pure embarrassment.

“I mean if you wanna be a girl… I could make you one… make you a fucking slut~” I reach down spanking him, causing him to yelp.

“You already have long pretty hair, and those pink panties too… you’d be such a pretty girl~” I praise softly.

I can see him get hard from the mirrors reflection. I raise a brow and then turn to my dresser. I grab out a baby-doll cut lingerie top and hand it to him.

“Put it on,” I tell him.

He hesitates for a second, but grabs the top and puts it on. It’s a little tight given the wider rib cage but it still works good. The top itself is lacey and also a matching pink.

“How do you feel now?”

“I don’t really know… pretty I guess?” He doesn’t exactly sound excited about it, so I decide to mention something to him.

“…I think I know why. You need to feel what women feel… I mean our bodies react completely different to sex… and you said earlier you wanted to bang…” I whisper, feeling up his waist from behind, as he watches in the mirror. His eyes widen and I watch his cock leak pre-cum in the panties.

“…yeah… b-but what do you mean our bodies are d-different-“ he asks with a hitch.

“I mean that girls don’t have the same parts as you… which means you don’t get to use your hands and stroke it.” I say teasingly.

“T-then how the hell do I-“ he says before I cut him off, gesturing him to lay down.

“I’ll show you, so stop whining like a bitch,” I hiss.

He gets on the bed, lying down on his back all pretty and pouty, in the pink panties and top. I go over to my nightstand and grab out my hitachi wand vibrator.

“So do you wanna do this~ become a woman, be my little slut…?”

He eyes the wand in my hand, biting his bottom lip a bit before nodding.

“Yes…” he says softly

“Yes what?” I ask.

“…Mommy…” he mumbles shyly.

“You must’ve really liked calling me that last time~” I respond.

“S-shut up…” he glanced away embarrassed.

I chuckle at his flustered response and lay down beside him in bed. I turn on the vibrator and his pupils blow out. He strains against the panties and goes to reach down.

“Oh no no no missy! I already told you no hands, naughty girl~” I assert, as I grab another item from the night stand.

“But that’s not fair I’m so fucking hard! It hurts mommy…” He whines with a pout.

“I know baby, but you gotta let me take care of it… and the first thing I have to do in order to do that is get your hands out of the way,” I grab his wrists, cuffing each one on either side of his head, and to the bed frame.

He whines and pulls at the restraints looking up at me with sad pleading eyes.

“I know, but it’s gonna feel much better soon~ just relax…”

I palm his hardened cock through the satin panties and slowly rub my hand over him. He groans and his eyes snapping shut.

“M-mommy please…” he whimpers.

“Shhhh… you’re fine, now you gotta be a good girl for me… let me help you,” I softly kiss his temple and run my hands over his chest gently.

I turn the wand on and slowly drag it down his stomach. I move my other hand from his crotch, and replace it with the wand. His hips buck as he groans and yanks the cuffs.

“Oh f-fuck-“ he groans and his eyes widen.

“Feels good doesn’t it~ you’re dick is leaking so much you really are getting wet like a girl~”

“F-fuck- m-mommy-“ he whines again.

“What is it babygirl~ is it too much to take? Do you want me to stop?” I soothe as my pressure lightens.

“N-no don’t stop… it feels good… just want it f-faster-“ he says with a pout, as he looks up at me.

I turn up the vibration on the wand and his breath hitches with a moan.

“Ohhh~ that’s much better isn’t it~ I can make it even better baby girl~” I say softly before changing positions.

I take off my shorts and panties, tossing them to the side and then get into a scissoring position. I lower my dripping cunt onto the wand and grind myself on it. James can feel the movement from me grinding against it and it makes him throb.

“Ohhhh- fuck!! It feels so g-good oh god-“ he moans like a bitch in heat.

“Mmm~ you like scissoring with mommy, you’re starting to understand much better sweetheart~” I praise as I grind the vibrator.

I turn up the settings and can tell James is getting super close. His hips are bucking up against the wand which causes it to press harder onto me. His voice is much higher pitched, his growls and grunts turning to moans and whines. The panties have a huge dark blotch from getting soaked in his precum. He really turned into a bitch in heat humping desperately underneath me, begging to cum as he pulls at the restraints.

“F-fuck don’t stop- mommy I’m close!!”

“You wanna cum like a good girl with mommy?” I say as my own breath hitches a bit.

I feel a familiar knot in my low stomach and turn up the vibrator.

“Mommy please- I need to cum so bad!!” He cries out as he pulls desperately at the cuffs. His thighs trembling while he bucks desperately.

“Not yet babygirl… you gotta wait for me,” I soothe moving to play and tweak his nipples beneath the lingerie.

His eyes begin to water, as his fists ball in the cuffs.

“Mommy p-please- it hurts!! It’s t-too much!” He cries out, tears dripping from his pretty blue eyes.

“Mmm~ fuck baby girl I know but you’re being so good for me…” I praise as I feel myself get closer.

Both our hips buck up into the vibrator wand between us and we can each feel our impending release. My pussy flutters around nothing as I cum hard.

“F-fuck- mmmm~ fuck yes… such a good fucking girl…” I utter between pants.

“M-mommy- I-I’m gonna c-cum!!!” James’ head throws back, as his hips spasm and jerk wildly. His load spurts through the satin fabric as his bulge throbs. His watering eyes rolling back, as he moans from the release.

“That’s it~ there’s mommy’s good girl cumming so pretty~” I coo softly, running my hands through his hair.

I turn down the vibrator to let him ride out his initial high before turning it off. I set it aside and lean down to kiss him as I take off the cuffs. I feel his tongue tangle with mine, as he wraps his arms around me. After a moment we pull away and I glance down at him.

“How’d it feel being a girl~” I inquire

“Really fucking hot…” he replies breathlessly.

“I’ll get you a washcloth and you can take them off now” I say before getting up.

I grab a wet washcloth from the bathroom. James takes off the lingerie and panties tossing them in the hamper. I walk over with the damp cloth, and a new pair of boxers.

“Thanks babe,” he says before cleaning himself off.

“Mhm” I respond back with a smile. I grab a set of clean underwear for myself and throw on the tee shirt he was in before. I crawl into bed beside him and snuggle up.

“Did I go too far with any of it..?” I question softly.

“No, not at all babe! I thought it was fucking hot… I just never felt like that before,” he admits.

“It’s pretty wild isn’t it~” I say

“Yeah no shit, but I wouldn’t mind doing it again… might feel better when I’m fully sober though~” he chuckles as he wraps his arms around me.

“Next time we have sex I want you to call the shots, I need a break from it” I admit.

“Well if that’s the case~ next time I’ll go just as hard as you did~” he growls into my ear playfully.

“Well i look forward to it~” I murmur back.

After we get close and comfy in bed together, he kisses my forehead and lips gently before looking at me.

“I love you baby,” he says softly.

“I love you too babe…” I whisper, my eyes closing as I drift off.

Watching The Metallica Boys Play Their Instruments (80’s Era)

@idontgottatellyoucrap Thank you for giving me this super adorable concept! I hope you enjoy!!

Contains Swearing! SFW, Fluff, & Slight angst…?

James

I decided to visit James while he practices at the studio. In about a week, Metallica tours in Japan for the first time and I’m super grateful because I get to come along! I wanted to bring James some dinner tonight, because he’s been working super hard prepping for tour. I walk in doing my best to avoid distracting them as they practice, and take a seat on the couch. I set James’ dinner on the coffee table and dig into mine. The guys pause for a second as James and Lars discuss something regarding tempo, (which I don’t quite understand) then continue on with Battery.

While I sit and watch, my gaze flicks down to James’ hands. His right hand is almost a blur from picking so damn fast! I look up at his left hand, on the neck of his guitar, and watch his fingers press down and release for each note. I never understood how someone could learn to play that fast. I know it’s possible, but with how much of a butterfingers I am I don’t think I could ever play like him. While watching, I notice something different about James’ picking compared to Kirk and Jason’s, he holds his pick with 3 fingers instead of 2. I wonder if that’s just how he was taught to play or if he developed the habit himself.

The guys pause playing to get water, and snacks. James sits beside me on the couch and digs into his food. I can tell he’s super hungry, and quite sweaty. After he finishes a good couple bites he unplugs his guitar and starts strumming quietly. I watch his fingers fly over the strings with ease causing my jaw to go slack.

“James… how do you even play that fast…? I mean I could barely see your hands at some points when you were playing with the guys! How do you not fuck it up?” I pry, desperate to learn my partners secret.

“Well it took me a lot of years to get this point, I didn’t just learn it all. It takes a lot of practice to get fast babe, and you know I still do mess up even on stage sometimes,” James confesses, while his fingers keep strumming.

“You just make it look so easy! Gosh… I could watch you play for hours,” I sigh contently observing.

“If I played for hours my hands would be cramping up so bad, I probably wouldn’t be able to play for days afterwards,” he jokes with a sweet grin.

Chuckling softly at his words, I continue my observation of his hands working to make some of the most head-bang-worthy thrash out there. I feel honored knowing such a talented man, and I’m super lucky I get to watch him show off doing what he loves with the world.

“I hope you know, you never fail to amaze me hun,” I add, causing that big grin to plaster his face.

Lars

The loud echo of snares, occasional crashing cymbals and deep thumps from Lars’ drum kit reverberate through the studio. I got off of work around 15 minutes ago, and now I’m currently watching Lars behind the glass of the recording booth. He’s been working with one of the producers to record for Metallica’s new album …And Justice For All. This is the first full album the guys created since Cliff passed, and it’s been rough on Lars. He’s worried that he’s not hitting the right parts and about how fans will react without Cliffs sound, and Jason’s instead. I can’t help but wish he could see himself through my eyes… he’s incredibly talented and gives it his all no matter what.

A little ways into one of the faster songs of the album, I notice his face contort into more frustration rather than focus. He’s getting in his head again, I know that better than his band mates.

“Can we pause recording for a second? He needs a break, I wanna go talk to him if that’s okay,” I ask Nick, one of the producers. “Yeah that’s fine,” Nick presses a button signaling Lars to stop and I walk out and into the booth his kit is set in.

“FUCK!! I was able to do it how many focking times with Dyers- How come I can’t get my shit straight on Justice!!” He sends his sticks flying across the room from pure frustration and curses under his breath.

“…baby… can I talk to you for a minute… not about this either…” I ask calmly leaning against the wall beside his kit.

“Yeah, fine. What?” He asks with a harsh tone lacing his words. When he gets frustrated and snaps, I know it’s not at me, so I never take it personal.

“You think I could ever give it a try? Playing drums?” I ask randomly.

“I mean yeah if ya want you probably could, but why exactly?” He questions stepping aside from his kit to grab his notebook.

“Well I always wanted to try drumming like this, hitting stuff for a living. I mean come on… it sounds like my kinda fun~” I smile in attempts to lighten up the mood.

“…S’Only fun when you don’t keep fumbling all the goddamn time…” he mumbles watching me sit at his kit from above his notebook. “D’ya even know the difference between each drum on the kit babe?”

I grab a pair of sticks and tap them on my thighs. “Yeah, bass are bottom left side cause you use pedals on ‘em, the 10 inch toms are in front of your snare, between the two bass drums. Then the 2 big floor toms are on the right and symbols all ‘round,” I state matter-of-factly.

“You actually pay attention when I talk about music?” He jokes with a shocked smirk.

“Of course I do, just not when you complain about James,” I respond with a scoff. He really thinks I just read the whole time he practices? Ugh, Men.

“Tch- Well you’re always reading when I glance up, I can’t exactly tell.” He replies with just as much sass as me.

I roll my eyes and chuckle. I tap my thighs with the sticks again attempting to find some sort of rhythm before I try to show off. I’m nervous cause I haven’t touched a kit since high school band, and I don’t want him to tease me to hell if I fuck up.

“Just don’t… laugh at me okay… I don’t have an ego that can handle it.” I plead before setting my heart on playing Maneater by Hall and Oates.

He glances up and after a second he sees me mouthing the song.

“Hall ‘n Oates? Nice, Fitting song for you,” he smirks before a stick launches from my hand. “-Shit!!” He ducks with a cackle.

“Oh shut up you ass!” I giggle before getting up to send over the other stick.

“Hey- hey!! I’m just kidding!!” He laughs raising his hands in surrender.

I set down the other stick, walk over to him and lean in giving him a hug. “I love you, but I need you to be kind to yourself baby… you’re a great musician and I don’t like seeing you beat yourself up…”

His arms wrap around me, “I know… I just get in my head too much,” he mutters, “…but I’ll try my best.”

“I love you, baby,” I say softly pecking a kiss to his check.

“I love you too,” he smiles back in return.

Cliff

I whisked away at the bowl of batter, cradled in my arms, listening to Cliff’s bass echo through the house. I shook my head with a smirk, knowing damn well he’s barely awake, already lit a joint, and is playing. It’s a bit past 11:30 am when we eventually woke up, -which is pretty common for us- so I decided to sneak away from our cuddle sesh to make his favorite, pancakes! I walked over to the stove, checked the heat of the pan, and poured out the first pancakes.

After a couple minutes i finished off the last couple pancakes and grabbed butter and syrup. I doused the cakes in butter, drizzled over the perfect amount of maple syrup, and grabbed both of our plates on my way back to our room. I propped the door open with my hip and walked in setting his plate in the nightstand.

“Here you go hun, extra butter just how ya like ‘em,” I offered softly.

“Thanks babe. Ya gonna tax me this time?” Cliff asks with a soft smirk.

“Mhm~” I plucked the joint from his lips and took a hit before giving him a peck on the cheek. “Enjoy big sexy~”

“Oh, I will my love~” he pauses his playing to give me a quick spank before I lay down on the bed.

I chuckle and lay on my side watching as takes a bite then continues strumming away. Cliff never fails to amaze me, no matter how many times I see him, no matter how many years him and I have been together I still can’t wrap my head around it. 4 strings and he can still make one of the most beautiful solos with them with no problem. I rest my head on the heel of my palm as I watch him strum away.

‘I just don’t get how his fingers don’t bleed? Did he build up his callouses over time? Well he would’ve had to. God and his memory is incredible… I couldn’t even begin to try and explain any of the chords and placements to anyone. You think all the weed would fuck it up- nope. He’s waayyy wayyyy too smart-

“Babe…You good? You only took one hit and you’re staring into space already,” Cliff interrupts my inner monologue.

“Yeah… just watching you play, I’m never bored when you do,” I say with admiration and a small smile.

“Thank god your tolerance didn’t go down,” he chuckles before passing me his joint.

“Yeah, right?! That would be rough…” I take a hit and pass it back. “You never fail to amaze me babe.”

“You’re too sweet hun,” Cliff smiles and leans over to kiss my forehead.

“And so are you my Stoned genius~”

Kirk

“So what does he exactly do when he tests his guitars…?” I ask one of the guitar techs.

“Well he makes sure it’s durable enough that it can take a beating, tugs on the whammy bar a bit to make sure it doesn’t snap off,” the tech explains pointing out the anatomy of Kirk’s Flying V.

I watch as Kirk continues with his sound check and watch in utter disbelief. I’ve seen him perform plenty of times on tour, but I’ve never seen him do a sound check, or even test out his guitars. He told me once how a Wah pedal worked, but I never understood how he could make the guitar sound like it was whining, or like when it sounds like it’s almost shaking…? I don’t know much about guitars other than the difference between electric and acoustic, what a Wah pedal does and that’s pretty much it. Call me a poser I guess.

I continue to watch him play and almost get hypnotized from the way his left hand glides up and down the neck of the guitar. His fingers pressing down on the strings creating different chords, while his right hand, holding a pick between two fingers strums over fast and skillfully. I could watch him play forever if he’d let me. The way he creates certain sounds on one singular instrument is so incredibly fascinating to me.

Kirk must’ve taken a break because I completely missed him asking me something.

“W-what? Oh… uh… what did you say babe? M’sorry,” I stammered a bit.

“You were zoned out so hard, I asked if Cliff gave you something,” he chuckles with a sweet smile.

“No he didn’t, I just couldn’t stop watching you practice. You’re really good with a guitar, y’know that?” I questioned.

“I mean I’ve been told, but I don’t wanna get a big ego about how I play,” he spoke humbly.

“Well regardless, I think you’re an amazing musician babe,” I replied giving him a soft peck on the cheek.

Kirk smiled, took a sip of water, kissed my cheek and walked back on stage to finish up the sound check. I stayed close by continuing to listen and carefully observe him get ready for the concert tonight.

A couple hours later the guys were now on stage and I was watching with Corrine in the VIP section. Her and I jammed out together and talked about how great the guys’ sounded. I still couldn’t help but watch Kirk as a shredded away, nailing every riff without missing a single note. He was truly a spectacle along with Cliff, James and Lars. His skilled picking, the incredible speed, unbreakable stamina, it’s truly amazing.

I glanced away from Kirk, and over at Corrine who was head banging along with the ocean of people surrounding us.

“Corrine… do you ever think about just how cool our boyfriends are?” I shout over the pounding music.

“All the time!!! We got the best in the west!!!” She yells back.

I laugh and smile before looking back at Kirk. I happened to make eye contact with him gaining his signature boyish grin- crooked teeth, his deep brown eyes slightly closed from the smile and his sweaty curls draped over his face.

And with perfect timing, just before he plays the legendary riff from Ride the Lightning, I scream at the top of my lungs from the crowd-

“I LOVE YOU BABY!!!”

Jason

Roommates? Yes, but he’s also my boyfriend of 3 years, and the most talented man I’ve ever met! Jason recently got back home from a practice session with his new band, Metallica. He’s been working extremely hard on perfecting each song from every single album of theirs before he joins them in Japan. He’s quite a fast learner, and he already knows a good portion of their songs, so I’m not worried about him, but Jase is worried about impressing the guys and being away from home. I can’t blame him.

I just got home from an appointment and grocery run, and can hear the amps rumbling from outside while I unload the car. I walk in, plastic bags digging into my forearms and set the bags on the counter. I peer into the living room and see him hard at work- strumming away on the couch, in his Ramones shirt and his boxers. I smiled a bit at the sight of him banging his head with his focused pout and rounded glasses sitting upon his nose. I put away the groceries, bobbing my head to the deep reverberating sound. Once I’m done I walk into the living room with an orange California Cooler for myself and a beer for Jase.

“Look at you go, how long have you been at it babe?” I ask softly, while he pauses to crack open his beer.

“Well, I’ve been at it since you left… s’probably been a couple hours- I’d think at least,” he replies back after a sip.

“You’ve worked yourself to the bone Y’know that? You’re too damn stubborn to take a day off from practicing,” I say, sitting beside him on the couch.

“Well I gotta practice- gotta make sure I sound right before we head to Japan. I can’t fuck up after getting into the band… especially after Cliff,” his last statement was laced with deep insecurity.

“Jase… I know you wanna impress the guys, but you can’t keeping trying to be someone you aren’t. You tell me all the time I shouldn’t compare myself to Skylar and Max because we all have our own skill sets. I don’t like seeing you being hypocritical towards yourself baby…” I solemnly remind him, grazing my fingers over the tabletop amp.

“I jus-“ he speaks up.

“Jason.” I quickly cut off, “I want you to do something that isn’t stressful for the rest of the day…please? For me?”

His cool blue eyes meet mine in a hesitant look before he notices the deep, loving, care in my eyes. He knows I only get bossy when he’s on the verge of a potential burnout, and because I love him so fucking much. He pauses a second before letting out a sigh,

“…Alright, but only cause I don’t wanna see my love upset, even though I love that cute pout,” he cracks a smile before leaning in and kissing my cheek.

“Thank you Jasey,” I murmur sweetly.

I lean into his shoulder and think about something that could be fun for us- finally teaching me how to play bass. He always wanted to teach me some chords within the first few months of dating, but I always avoided it because I didn’t wanna embarrass myself in front of him.

“Can you teach me how to play?” I ask anxiously.

“You actually want me to teach you?! I thought you never wanted to, you always backed out of it when I asked,” he inquired with shock in his eyes.

“Well I’m just embarrassed I’m gonna make a fool of myself. I don’t want you to laugh at me,” I admit with a pout.

“I would never laugh at you babe! Why I would I laugh at you for trying something new?” He questioned.

“I dunno! I’m just nervous… I don’t even know how to hold the damn thing,” I exclaimed.

“And you’ll learn how! That’s the first part of learning it!” He adds as he carefully puts the strap over my head.

He places it over my left shoulder, the neck of it in front of my left side. He grasps my hands and places my left on the neck thumb on the top, and the four other fingers curled around the other side. He rests my right hand atop the 4 strings that hover over the pick up and backs up.

“The strap holds it up on your shoulders so your back does the lifting. Your left fingers press down over the fret markers to create different chords, while your right hand plays ‘em. First step’s done, ‘n now you know how to hold it! Easy!” He assured with his gorgeous smile.

“So what song are you gonna teach me first,” I question.

“Well Before you learn a song you gotta learn chords but I think I can teach you both at once…” he pauses before looking at me with a going in his eye, “you ready for your first lesson?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be!”

The End!

Joey Jordison x Fem!OC🖤

Fem OC’s name is Dana (pronounced Day-nuh)

This fic is Fluffy ☁️ (no spice)

Stubborn Makeup 💄

Warning: slight angst, swearing, mentions of alcoholism, and misogynistic behavior (not by Joey)

Joey sits on the tour bus couch next to me, attempting to get his eye makeup off with a small wet wipe. He ties his sweaty black hair back in a low pony and firmly rubs the wipe over his closed eye. I’m Slipknots backing keyboardist and though I’m our only female member I come with some perks that help out A LOT, such as helping the guys get makeup off without filleting their skin.

"This shit won’t come off my face…" Joey grumbles, trying but miserably failing to wipe his eyeliner off.

I glance over and see him struggling to get his makeup off.

“Here… is it okay if I help?” I ask as I grab a clean, dry cotton pad.

He stops rubbing his eye and looks over at me beside him.

“Yes, please just get this shit off of me. This shits waterproof for some fucking reason,” I could hear the frustration in his voice.

“Well if it wasn’t waterproof you would sweat it all off before the first song is even over,” I explain as I feel his tensed jaw relax in my hand.

After soaking the cotton pad with my makeup remover, I gently grab his face with one hand and watch as he closes his eyes. I take the drenched cotton pad and carefully swipe it over his closed eyelids and lash line. The stubborn eyeliner and black face paint around his eye finally come off with much needed ease. I switched out the now dirty cotton pad for a new one, and after drenching it went over his other eye. Once his face is clear of the black liner and face paint, I hold the mirror up in front of his face.

“I’m done, you can open ‘em now. Does it feel better?” I ask watching his icey blue eyes flutter open to glance in the mirror.

“Yeah… thank you, Dana. You did it much better than how I was doing it. God knows I’ve been trying to get this shit off of me for how long now,” He sighs in relief, and cracks a faint smile before setting the mirror back on the table.

“You were about to have a moment there, weren’t you?” I tease him as I start cleaning off the table.

I see him scoff and roll his eyes from my peripheral. He crosses his arms defensively and leans back into the couch.

“No I wasn’t.” He grumbles whilst lying through his teeth. I can tell he’s still pretty frustrated with the makeup, so I lighten up our banter.

“You know… I’d do the same. There’s so much stress already from this leg of the tour, and Corey ‘n Chris can’t stop arguing behind closed doors.” I express with clear exhaustion.

Joey nods in agreement and I sigh as I finish putting my stuff away from the table.

“Ugh don’t remind me… those two idiots have been at each other’s throats for the whole tour so far. I swear one of these days they’ll rip each other’s heads off,” he says with an annoyed scoff and an eye roll.

I lean back on the couch facing towards Joey as we rant.

“I mean I understand Corey is the lead singer and all, but you Shawn and him founded the band in the first place. He can’t always be the one in complete control over the band, you know?” I explain.

Joey nods in agreement knowing damn well I’m right. He sighs again and rubs his face.

“Trust me I know. It just pisses me off how he thinks that he can boss us around just because he’s the lead fucking singer,” he pauses a second before speaking up once more. “And don’t get me started on Shawn, he’s always blindly agreeing with Corey without question,” he adds.

“Yeah…I’m only staying here because you, Chris, Paul, Craig and Sid.” I confessed.

Joey glanced over at me, his expression softening. He knows the rest of the band can be real assholes towards me, especially Corey.

“Yeah, those guys can be dickheads sometimes. They need to learn cut you some slack,” he pauses for just a moment and leans a tad closer.

“But I’m glad you’re sticking around. I like having you here, you’re different from the guys, you know?”

I chuckle a bit and reply.

“Well, I am a woman so that makes a difference,” I smile.

He chuckles as well, nodding in agreement.

“True. The chick in a room full of dudes. I bet it feels like you’re surrounded by a bunch of cavemen sometimes, huh?” He inquires playfully.

“Oh for sure!” I respond with a nod.

He snickers at my comment, and leans a little closer with his smirk showing more.

“Trust me, these idiots can be real animals sometimes. Especially Corey and Mick. They act like fucking dogs,” he adds.

I chuckle and smile.

“I feel like out of them all because you grew up with sisters, you’re the least feral along with Craig because he’s just silent,” I mention.

He cackles and smiles realizing my valid point.

“Yeah, my sisters definitely helped me keep some sanity, or least decency. Growing up with them probably made me much more civilized, compared to these fuckheads,” he gestures to out where the rest of the guys presumably were. “But seriously, you have know idea how nice it is to have a girl with us. It gets pretty damn sausagey ‘round here,” he continues.

“Sausagey? What the fuck does that mean? Never heard that one before,” I laugh in disbelief at his odd descriptor.

He laughs at my reaction and bewildered expression.

“Yeah, it’s another way of saying there’s not enough estrogen here. You know like sausage party, sausage fest… you get the idea,” he trails off.

“Cause you all have dicks. Too many dicks in a room,” I state bluntly.

Joey bursts out laughing from my straightforward comment.

“Haha- yeah, that’s one way to put it. You’re not wrong about that,” he shakes his head as his chuckles go on.

“Well I mean guys in general just think using the head downstairs, rather than the one upstairs,” I shrug as a chuckle.

“You are absolutely right about that. I swear, the rest of the guys' brains are down there more than they are up here,” He taps his forehead, emphasizing his point.

“I can’t-“ I slap my hands onto my face as I laugh.

Joey grins, enjoying the banter between us. He's amused by my reactions and finds himself drawn in by the witty remarks I make.

"What? Is the truth too much for you to handle?" He jokes, raising a brow and smirking at me. His blue eyes sparkle with mischief.

“I just don’t know how our conversation got to this point,” I countered with a smile.

He just chuckles and shakes his head. He takes his hair down from its low ponytail, and runs a hair through the long black strands with a shrug.

“That’s just how conversations in this band go, especially with me involved. We start on a serious topic and end it on dicks,” he grins, finding amusement in our naturally chaotic conversation. Our conversations on tour pretty much all the time are just like this; witty and full of banter.

“True, true,” I agreed with a bright smile.

Joey leans back into the couch, casting a comfortable silence over us for a moment. I don’t notice, but he steals a quick glance at me, studying the way I sat, noticing how much more I relaxed since earlier.

“Hey, Dana…can I ask you something, kinda personal,” he questions with a more serious tone.

“Sure, what’s up?” I reply.

I see him glance down and hesitate for a second and I glance up between his eyes. He looks like he’s contemplating even asking it. His eyes meet with mine to study my face a second more before speaking up.

“It’s just… I've noticed that you don't seem to get along with Corey too well at all. I mean sure, none of us do right now, but he gives you much more shit than the rest of us, l've noticed that." He pauses for a moment before continuing. “I just wanted to know why that is. I won't judge you, I'm just curious.”

“...well last week he got super drunk and made a comment that struck me hard... it was along the lines of 'Dana's just here cause she's a groupie that’s somehow great on the keys,’ I don't know exactly what it was ‘cause I was tipsy that night, but he completely denied it when I confronted him about it after the fact,” I admitted as I looked down at my fingers that picked at one another.

His expression softened at my revelation. Hearing about Corey's rude and drunken commentary about me made anger bubble up inside him.

“…Yeah… that sounds like something that prick would say… especially when he’s hammered,” he paused to regain composure before going on. “But you are damn good at what you do, you’ve proved that countless times before, to all of us. Don’t let his drunken bullshit get to you, okay?” He asks.

“I didn’t let it, but it’s the other shit he said that night that bugs me. He made crude comments about me, which whatever, not the first time a guy has, but he also made comments towards our waitress and bartender,” I explain.

“Wait hold on, He brought the waitress into this?! Goddamnit what the fuck is his problem?! He’s fucking married too and just cause him and his wife are going through shit doesn’t mean he can take it out on you, or any other women he sees. I can’t believe that asshole would pull that shit!” he belted out in disbelief and frustration.

“I’m just always tense cause he’s almost never sober since the argument with his wife. I never know how hammered he actually is and I feel like I’m just walking on eggshells… I know he doesn’t think about women this way when he’s actually his sober self, but the whole thing fucked with his head too much.” I explain to Joey with a sigh.

He knew Corey’s marriage had been on shaky ground for a while now, and it seemed like it his coping mechanisms were not only taking a toll on Corey's personality, but how he is with the band, interacting with others, and potentially our fans.

"Yeah, I get it. His relationship with his wife has been going downhill, and it's probably eating away at him. I just wish he'd handle his problems without drinking and resorting to acting like a total ass all the time... this shits breaking up the band and getting bystanders involved," he huffed, visibly shaken up over Corey’s recklessness and lack of respect for others and himself.

“Yeah… you’re telling me…” I sit back and take a deep breath.

Joey watches me for a second and sees just how much this is truly weighing on me.

“You look tired. Dealing with his shit can wear any sane person down fast. I’m really sorry Dana… you shouldn’t have to lose sleep over this.” He apologized on behalf of Corey.

“I’m just physically tired… the pyro in this leg of the tour is much more than I’m used to. I keep getting migraines even with ear plugs, and my tinnitus isn’t happy with me. I mean the shit with Corey comes into play too I guess,” I express to him.

“Migraines and tinnitus huh… damn that’s brutal. You’ve been taking care of yourself though, right? Resting, eating enough, all that shit?” He asked concern evident in his tone.

“I do what I can In a tour bus,” I shrug.

He chuckled a bit at the witty response.

“Yeah I get it. Tour life isn’t easy at all but you gotta do the best you can. You can’t let it completely wreck your health,” he stated, still holding concern.

“I won’t, I promise,” I glance up at him with a slight smile. He smiled back knowing just how resilient I was despite everything that’s gone on with the guys.

“I believe you. You’re tough. You’ve been handling a lot of this with grace, at least it looks like it from my perspective. Just please make sure you don’t push yourself too hard, alright? We need you here, Dana,” he reassures.

“I know Joey, I know trust me. I appreciate you thinking about me…”

He nodded and smiled warmly. He genuinely cares about me and my well being, I think even a bit more than I realize.

“Well of course I’m thinking about you. You’re part of this band now which makes you part of this fucked up circus we got going on here. Plus, someone’s gotta look out for you,” he piped up.

“Are you trying to be the ‘Prince Charming’ of the psycho circus,” I chuckled with a curious expression.

“Oh you’re damn right. I’m the Prince of the Psychos, and don’t you forget it. I’ll ride in on my white horse and all these crazy fucks. Just call me your knight in shining armor, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

I shake my head with a smirk and nudge him playfully, as the others load up the underbelly storage of the bus. Joey laughs along with me and returns the light nudge. He glances outside to watch the guys for a second before turning back to face me.

“Looks like they’ve got everything figured out for once. Those dipshits… at least they’re good for something,” he jokes shaking his head in amusement.

I smile at his comment and chuckle a bit. He returns the smile, pleased that he got me to laugh again. He shifts a bit on the couch getting into more of a comfortable position and lightly pats the spot right beside him.

“Hey, come here. Sit next to me for a sec I wanna ask you something,” he requested.

“Yeah?” I ask as I scoot over right beside him.

He wraps an arm around my shoulder and pulls me in closer. He looks at me with eyes that show a softness I’ve never seen before as well as hint of something more.

“There’s something I’ve been curious about recently, and I just need to ask you straight up. You can be honest with me, alright?” He admits.

“Yeah, totally,” I add back.

He takes a deep breath and when he exhales I notice his arm draped around my shoulder pulls me ever so slightly closer. Our eyes meet, both shedding a mix of emotions, curiosity, nerves, and another feeling I can’t put a name to.

“I’ve noticed the way you interact with the other guys. You’re kind, understanding, patient as hell. You put up with their bullshit, their dumb jokes and crazy antics. But with me…” he pauses only for a second and I can sense where this is going. “It’s different with me, isn’t it?” He resumes.

“Well what kind of different are you talking about…? Like a bad different or-“ he can hear the self doubt in my voice.

“No, not a bad different. Sorry, that came out wrong- I mean... You're more open with me, more comfortable around me. You don't seem to have your guard up as much, and you seem... I don't know, more at ease when we talk." He studies my expression carefully, searching for any hints of what I’m feeling.

“I just- I just feel like I don’t need to be ready for anything with you, I can just relax and let go,” I admit softly, though with hesitation he can sense. He gently runs his hand up and down my upper arm.

“Yeah, I get that. I notice you’re so damn guarded around everyone else, like you’re bracing yourself for whatever they do. But with me you let your guard down, and it’s refreshing,” he shares with a soothing hum.

“Yeah… it really is…” I calmly say back.

Joey smiles slightly at the response. his hand moving from my shoulder to gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. He leans in a little closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper.

"Can you... can you tell me what you're thinking right now? I just... I need to know if my instincts are right." He inquires.

"It's just us... the questions and conversation after the chaos... you're voice..." I admit shyly.

"My voice, huh? What about it?" He pries more.

“It’s nice… and it kinda makes me feel like I’m home,” I muttered.

“At home huh… I like that,” he takes a moment then finishes his train of thought, “can I just ask you one last question?”

“…is it if I like you…?” I watch his eyes widen in surprise from just how perceptive I really am.

“Yeah… that’s what I was gonna ask…so I mean… do you? Shit sorry I mean like me- like as more than a friend?” He rambles.

“I mean, it’s a 50/50 chance… you wanna guess?” I say attempting to bring back the lighthearted banter.

“You’re always messing with me, but sure I’ll play along. So… let me go out on a limb here and say… yes, you like me as more than a friend.”

“How could you tell?” I said dripping with sarcasm and a light laugh.

“Oh come on, give me some credit here! I’ve noticed the way you look at me, the way you gravitate towards me, and let your guard down… it’s not exactly subtle after a while” he chuckles as his eyes refuse to leave mine. “And let’s be real, I can be pretty observant when I wanna be.”

“…you’re not weirded out though…right?” I ask seeking his assurance. Thankfully he shakes his head, and his visage softens more.

I feel his hand take mine and intertwine our fingers. My heart pounds against my ribs, like a dove in its cage begging to be freed. As if on cue, the dove frantically fluttering in my chest calm from Joey’s thumb tracing light small circles on the back of my hand.

“…if it’s any consolation… I feel the same. I’ve been crushing fucking hard.” his admission was a soothing balm to my frantic mind, and I can’t help but rest my head on his shoulder.

“I guess I get to live out my dream of finally playing with your hair,” I chuckle softly.

“Go right ahead, knock yourself out. I’m all yours to play with,” he replied with a suggestive undertone.

I gently ran my fingers through his deep black locks, gently twisting and twirling the strands as I did so. He eases into my touch and sighs happily. His eyes close as he relishes in the feeling of my fingers gliding through his hair, a small sigh leaving his lips.

“God… that feels fucking good…” he hums lowly.

I feel my stress completely unravel from my fingers aimlessly dancing around on his head.

“This feels like home to me J,”

His heart swells at my words, his arms tighten around me tugging me in closer. He buries his head into the crook of my neck inhaling deeply as he nuzzled into me, the scent of my shampoo intoxicating him.

“Yeah…I know exactly what you mean. Being with you, right here feels like this is exactly where I’m supposed to be…” he grumbles softly into my ear.

I tilt my head to the side, and he takes advantage of the new angle. His lips brush against the sensitive skin of my neck, leaving a soft trail of peppered kisses down to my clavicle. He gently nibbles down on a sweet spot I didn’t even know I had, making me sigh as he left faint marks on my skin.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this… having you like this, all to myself, feeling your skin under my lips… fuck Dana…” he whispers, his voice low and needy.

“Mmm~ Joey…” I softly gasp.

He runs his hand down my side, his touch firm, and possessive, before pausing at my hip, his fingers gripping me gently.

“You have no idea the things you do to me…” he whispers into my ear once more, nipping at my earlobe lightly.

“…Neither do you~” I say in a delicate purr.

He chuckles at my retort, his hand slowly traveling down from my hip to my thigh, caressing the sensitive skin there. His body presses even closer to mine, his lips hovering over the my neck again, his breath hot against it.

“Careful now, sweetheart~ don’t tease me too much with those pretty gasps of yours, or I might lose control of myself,” he lowly whispered.

“…I just hope you’re not upset with me being exhausted to do much more J…” I softly murmur back.

“‘Course not baby… I understand. You’ve been through hell and back on this tour, I don’t expect you to have any energy left. And bell even if you weren’t tired, I’d be more than happy just to hold you like this the whole night,” he reassures.

“I’d like that…”

Joey smiles, loving the way I fit against him perfectly. He tucks my head under his chin, his arms wrapping around me like a protective shield. He lets out a content sigh, his body warm and comfortable against mine. He gently pulls my leg over his lap, his touch possessive and yet tender.

“Good…because I’m not letting you go anytime soon…”

I nuzzle the back of my head into the crook of his neck and feel my eyes grow heavy.

“…I love you Joey…” I whisper softly.

His heart skips a beat as my words wash over him, his arms subconsciously tightening around me holding me so so close. He feels a surge of emotion rush through him, a mixture of joy, happiness, and a hint of protectiveness. He buries his face in my hair, inhaling my scent, and savoring the moment.

"I love you too, sweetheart. God, I've wanted to say that for so damn long."

As the bus starts up the soft rumble lulls me to sleep. Joey chuckles softly as he feels me drift off to sleep in his arms, a wave of affection washing over him. He gently rearranges himself, making sure that we’re both as comfortable as we can possibly be. He watches as my breathing becomes steady and slow, noting how peaceful I look in sleep. His chest warm against the back of my scalp, as he gently kisses the top of my head

"Sweet dreams, sweetheart."

I’m not doing this as a shitty way to be like “these people are wrecking it, so now everyone else has to suffer.” I’m doing this because I don’t want to receive more threats. I will still be active on Tumblr just more so with shitposts and reblogs.

I am truly sorry to the people in the Met community who’ve had to deal with these threats first hand for literally no reason whatsoever.

If the anons who’ve been sending the threats and obscene messages have found this post: Sincerely get a better fucking hobby and LEAVE US ALONE. If you don’t wanna see this content BLOCK OUR ACCOUNTS AND LEAVE IT AT THAT.

This has been a 5000 PSA💫

Of Wolf and Woman

Werewolf! James x F!OC! Alissa

Warning: SFW, contains swearing.

Link to Pt. 2

Chapter 1

1992,

A few months ago, I moved to a small town far out of city limits, the town I’m in is fairly calm and quiet. Not much ever happening here. I found a job as a cashier at a hunting and recreational supplies store. The type of store that sells guns, bows, fishing gear, traps, etc. Lately this guy has been coming into the store often, but he rarely buys anything; he only comes in to flirt with me in a not-so-subtle manner. He goes by James. He’s apparently the towns’ hunter and lumberjack, is from the more forested side of town near Lake Miller. The forest surrounding Lake Miller has a whole bunch of supernatural conspiracies, most common being the “Werewolves of Lake Miller.” Supposedly they protect the woods and the town from the “Cattle Beast,” but most people just say “The Beast,” to give some spice to a boring small town. I personally think it’s all just a hoax and another campfire story to keep the kids from misbehaving and to keep the townspeople entertained. Well, To each their own!

A couple nights ago, I had a really late closing shift, only the second shift I ever closed completely by myself. With daylight savings time it made me feel like my shift went on until 1 am even though it’s only was only 10:30 pm. When I walked out to my car I just got this uneasy feeling… kinda like when you turn off the stairs in the basement and sprint up stairs because you’re convinced someone’s behind you. After I got into my gray 1988 Pontiac Grand Prix, and turned the engine over. I glanced up after buckling in and saw eyes from the tree line to my left. I’ve seen plenty of deer and raccoons before, but the height placement of this pair were much higher up than a deers. I quickly shifted into reverse thinking the eyes belonged to a bear, and drove back to my apartment.

Today is my last closing shift before my next three days off. It’s almost 5 pm, and the sun has pretty much set over the horizon. I’m behind the counter eating leftover donuts before I perk up at the sound of the strung-up bell dangling over the front entrance. I knew it was James, even from my peripheral. I could see him wearing one of his flannels, with his dirty blonde hair draped over his broad shoulders. He walks up to the counter resting one forearm on the surface while his other hand holds up his strong, stubbled jaw.

“Hey doll, I wanted to stop by, see if you had new stock, or new shotguns,” James pipes up in a smooth, gruff voice, looking up into my eyes with a small smirk in his lips.

“Nothing new, since you came in last week,” I responded back with a soft smile. I always thought he would’ve known when we got our new shipments in, because he’s here at least once a damn week.

“Awh, what a bummer,” he replies to the unfortunate news with a small pout and saddened tone. He straightens up and that smug smile returns, as he leans forward on now both forearms.

“I’m a bit bored right now, so I hoped there was something new here. I’ll just have to entertain myself in *other* ways then,” his smile once again turned into a smirk, his left brow raising with hidden intention.

“Well, we did get new trapping equipment in,” I retraced back to his last question.

“Oh, bear traps and stuff? Nice.” He replied back glancing at the middle aisle then back at me. He rests his arms in the counter once more placing his hands under his chin.

“Hey doll, can I ask you a bit of a personal question?” He continues after a moment.

“Uh… sure…?” I respond looking up at him.

“Do you believe in that werewolf bullshit the locals preach about? You know the whole story about them eating and tearing animals apart to ward off ’The Beast’ of Lake Miller?” He looks at me with a calm expression, as if he’s studying my reaction to his question.

I glance out at the woods to the left of the parking lot, just like I did when I saw those eyes staring straight back last night. I looked back at him but wasn’t confident in my answer.

“I mean no, not necessarily, but sometimes… actually- never mind.” I cut myself off shaking my head a bit. I didn’t want to sound dramatic.

“Oh, c’mon doll, finish that thought. I ain’t gonna judge you,” he assures. His smirk was still on his lips but he showed an attentive, concerned look in those blue eyes.

He found my hesitation cute.

I sighed and averted my gaze back to his before speaking up with my true thoughts.

“Sometimes when I close, I just feel like I’m being watched. Last night I glanced over at the trees and I thought I saw eyes. Could’ve been a deer, but it was so tall…”

He cocks a brow and lets out a scoff-like chuckle in reply.

“You mean you’re scared, doll.” His tone was a touch mocking but it was still soft.

“I guess so, but I just feel like I’m being watched,” my gaze shifts down to my hands as I answer.

I watch as his usual smirk softened into something much more tender. His head tilts like he’s studying me, but I can tell James can see right through my words.

“Y’know… those woods? They’ve got eyes.” James’ voice was just above a whisper as he leaned close enough for me to smell the smokey pine drifting off his flannel. His cerulean eyes flicker between mischief and truth. His gruff voice pipes up once more,

“But don’t worry ’bout no beast out there.” His calloused index finger taps the tip of my nose gently.

“Not with me around,” he seems to have finished his thought enough to reach over and take a donut for himself.

“Well… whatever you say,” I respond with subtle doubt.

He pipes up as if sensing my uncertainty just by tone.

“But if you do see something out there In them trees…” there’s a pause he must’ve added for some sort of dramatization as crumbs and sugar falls from his ‘stache. “…Just whistle.”

I raise a brow at what the hell whistling is supposed to do to help. James being the ever-so salaciously, mysterious man he is, winks before leaving the store.

Great. It really helps to know a potential beast watching me from the woods can be deterred from a whistle. Fucking Bullshit.

At around 9:53 pm my stomach began twisting into knots of unease. I peered out the window at my car. The wind wasn’t whipping, though it wasn’t a simple breeze either. The moon is full tonight and with that knowledge the knots churn in my gut. I grab the paperwork and keys to close, and get my shit done fast.

Outside, unbeknownst to me, it stood in the dark just out of sight behind the forrest’s vegetation. Its gaze was fixated In the windows, watching as I counted the register. Its nose twitched as it breathed, nostrils flaring as it took in my scent, my fear. Every muscle twitch it could spot from the darkness. Its muscles wound up tight as I walked outside closing the door behind me.

My fear engulfed me as I dashed to my car. I fumbled with my keys as I sprinted closer to my drivers side door. My shaking fingers fumbled with my carabiner, trying to get my car key out as my heart pounded behind my ribs. The panic coursing through me shut out the sound of heavy steps that rushed from the woods, and straight at me. I whipped around being met with the sound of a harsh growl before everything suddenly went black…

Stalker!James Hetfield x Reader,

Warning: this chapter contains swearing, stalking, drugging, home invasion and kidnapping. Please read at your own discretion!

Chapter 2,

I’ll take you for a ride

With zero hesitation he made his way over to my parked car, keeping watch to make sure no one could see him. His boots pattered on the puddled asphalt of the parking lot. Stopping at my rear passenger-side tire, he placed a magnetic tracking device onto the inside of the wheel arch panel. He glanced back up towards my bedroom window, peering through my cars windows to keep himself hidden.

“You’ve been out of my sight far too long for me to let you go…” He murmured to himself, as he got up and walked through the desolate lot. He made his way off the property and walked down a block to his 1986, navy blue Chevy Silverado. He started up his truck and was off as if he wasn’t even there to begin with.

Around 7:30 am I felt a soft fluffy pat on my face. I groaned as I heard Athena purr close to my head. She gently pawed at my cheek with her brown toe beans and made a soft trill. My eyes fluttered open to see her fluffy calico coat in front of me, her giant yellow green eyes looking into mine.

“…after all the treats I give you, you still don’t let me sleep in,” I grumble quietly.

She slowly blinks up at me and paws at my face one last time before I dramatically groan and whip the covers off of me. Athena jumps down and trots out of my room to her food bowl. I sigh getting up out of bed and head to the bathroom. I can hear her softly meow as I finish up.

“Yeah, I know bub, I’m coming… you don’t even let me pee in peace…” I say in response to her hungry meow as my fingers drag over my tired eyes. I get her food and make my way over to my fridge to get myself some breakfast as well. A fried egg, and turkey bacon on an everything bagel drenched in butter. Yup, that’s breakfast today, with an orange to go with it. I whipped up an iced chai tea latte and set it aside as I made breakfast.

After I ate I took care of my dishes, refilled Athena’s fountain and walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I brushed my hair to make it look somewhat decent before putting it back up, and headed off to my room to get dressed in comfy clothes. Before I head out to get groceries, I walk over to Athena perched on my kitchen counter and cup her face to assault her with smooches. She purrs in response to the affection and I pull away waving to her and walk out.

As I get to my car nothing appears different than how I left it last night, despite of course the leftover raindrops scattered about. I hop in and head to Target. Once I get there, I notice a blue truck that I’ve seen around town and outside of the mall I work at. I don’t think much of it, but it still crosses my mind. I saw it on my way into my apartment parking lot last night after work and it was parked a block away from the complex driveway. Whatever. I’m just overthinking. There are plenty of blue pickups in this town.

After a good 15 minutes inside I’m halfway through my list. I usually speed up the process because I don’t like interacting with the public much. I do that for a living and it gets to be a lot especially after a 10 hour shift. I turn the corner of an isle and almost run into someone without looking.

“Shit- sorry! I wasn’t paying attention,” I explained, as I glanced up at the man I almost ran over with my cart. He was around 6’1, had longer dirty blonde hair and stunning blue eyes that looked familiar for some reason. He wasn’t upset or angry about me almost running him over thank god.

“No worries,” he spoke with a slight rasp in his voice as he replied. After the small interaction I pushed on and didn’t notice his eyes trail after me as I continued my errands.

After grabbing cat food, I turned to see him looking at something in the isle just across from me. He was just standing there, granted he’s shopping it’s what people do, but I just don’t understand why he looks familiar to me. I make my way over to get my meds from the pharmacy counter and then head to checkout. Right as I get to the self checkout, he walks up to the register adjacent to mine and scans his stuff. I take a quick glance over at what he’s getting because I’m nosey, and it’s interesting to say the least. Zip ties, melatonin capsules, a small toolbox, cat treats and something else I missed before turning away. I grabbed my things and headed out to my car. I noticed the man heading to the blue truck I saw last night. I feel an uneasiness in my stomach, this isn’t right. He looks way too familiar, yet I can’t put a name to his face.

I quickly start my car and head back to my apartment. As I drive I glance in the rear view mirror more than I normally would, and thankfully I don’t see the blue pickup. I pull into the lot grab my shit and head inside quickly. I head upstairs and into my apartment locking the door behind me. I glance over at the couch seeing Athena lying belly-up and asleep comfortably. I crack a smile seeing her adorable fluffy self so comfortable and begin to put away my groceries.

It’s been a nice day of me doing literally nothing, but being lazy with my fur child. It’s a little after 9 pm, so I decide to do something productive and take a shower. I grab my pajamas, some towels and my speaker and head to the bathroom. I get in and start my shower concert as I wash up and relax. The steam helps with the ache in my legs from last night and I completely lose myself as I sing Blondie under the hot water.

During my shower and without my knowledge Athena hears a soft noise at my apartment door. It’s incredible that animals can hear the faintest clicks of a lock being picked while us humans are completely distracted. She hops off the couch and slowly walks over to the front door. Her yellow green eyes glance up at a man standing silently in my apartment. He smirks and crouches down to gently pet her and because she’s has no sense of danger she lets him pet her before sauntering back to the couch. He makes his way in and notices the glass of ice water on my nightstand. He takes 5 of the melatonin capsules and dumps them into the water. He stirs it gently and quietly making sure the ice doesn’t clink against its reservoir. The powdered melatonin dissolves into the water, which prompts him to leave my bedroom and head into my hallway closet very quietly.

I get out of the shower finish drying off and get dressed for bed. I walk out of the bathroom and see Athena walking towards my room.

“Hi fluffy baby, hope you didn’t mind the free concert… you know momma loves Blondie,” I chuckle softly as she replies back with a soft trill. I set my dirty clothes in my hamper and take a sip of my ice water. It tastes a little off, but the filter for my ice maker needs to be replaced anyway. I walk out to the living room turn off the lights, close the blinds and grab myself a snack before turning to head back to my room. I glance at the front door and realize I didn’t lock it when I came home, so I do just that and finally head to my room for the night. Athena follows behind me with her soft paws gently padding on the carpet and hops up into my bed beside. I being the dehydrated bitch I am decide to chug my ice water. As refreshing as it was, it was the worst fucking mistake of my life.

As I lay in bed I can’t help but feel so exhausted, much more than I usually am before bed. I turn off my lamp and roll over facing the wall and quickly fall asleep.

At around 11 pm the intruder in my hall closet quietly steps out and sees me fast asleep. He sulks into my room and pulls out zip ties from his pockets. He peels my comforter off of me with practiced patience and ties my wrists together with the zip ties. I feel nothing and don’t stir whatsoever. Athena wakes up and the tall blonde man reached into the front pocket of his jeans and gives her treats. He carefully picks up Athena and puts her into her cat carrier. She curls up and falls back asleep with ease as he closes her in with more treats. He then turns back to me pockets my meds from my nightstand and then lifts my unconscious body up so he’s holding me piggyback style on his back. He grabs Athena in her carrier and walks out of my apartment with me. He locks the door behind him before heading downstairs, careful to make sure I don’t wake up. He walks out to his blue truck and carefully lays me down in the backseat on a blanket. After squaring me away he sets Athena’s carrier on his front passenger seat as his truck grumbles to life. Athena softly meows before he gives her another treat.

“I know baby… but mama’s alright now. Soon you’ll both finally be home, where you both should’ve been at from the start,” his deep gravel voice murmurs as he leaves the complex.

“It won’t be long Athena… your mama will remember who I am, and who she could’ve had from the start.”