hi!!! my name is Nora(she/they/he). 19. iβm a more feminine person under the non-binary umbrella, and iβm also under the bisexual umbrella. iβm a nerdy emo bandom geek at heart.
i saw Fall Out Boy, Incubus, All-American Rejects, Neon Trees, Beck, and The Killers live on 02/21/25 and 02/22/25 in Tempe, and i saw twenty one pilots live on 09/18/25 in Cincinnati.
iβm from the midwest, so yes, i am midwest emo. the most depressing emo you can get. iβm from indiana, but was raised more βsouthernβ and βcountry.β the majority of my family is from an unincorporated town in Kentucky and i was raised with no religion in the household.
random facts about me: the first fnaf movie came out on my birthday(october 27), i am 5β10, i have a hello kitty cd player my mom bought me in 2014, i play the bass and sing, my favorite food is alfredo, my favorite color is amber, i prefer gold over silver, i have dyed black hair, i cannot sleep without my baby blankets iβve had since pre-birth, my favorite teenage mutant ninja turtle used to be donnie, but now it is raph.
I AM NEURODIVERGENT!!!
si= special interest
bands/artists: my chemical romance(si since age 7), fall out boy(si since age 9), twenty one pilots(si since age 9), paramore, incubus(my fav!!! si since age 12), 5 seconds of summer, one direction, the neighborhood, gigi perez, neon trees, big thief/adrianne lenker, ed sheeran(yes, unironically), 30h!3, all time low, calum hood, gutalax, cannibal corpse, slipknot, and breaking benjamin.
interests/fandoms: my chemical romance, dan and phil, fall out boy, twenty one pilots, 5 seconds of summer, one direction, the basement yard, markiplier, unus annus, ethan nestor(my fav youtuber), asmr(shut up), saw(my saw blog is @mikeynf), the maze runner, twilight, and teen wolf.
anime: not very many because i donβt have the attention span for them but my hero academia, haikyuu, death note, hunter x hunter, and sk8 the infinity.
tv shows: teen wolf, shameless, bobβs burgers(i AM tina belcher), any cooking show ever, true crime, teenage mutant ninja turtles(si since age 4), heartstopper, ncis, criminal minds, bones, the umbrella academy, and voltron: legendary defender(yes, iβm a klance shipper til the day i die).
movies: tangled(fav!!!), the outsiders, the maze runner, twilight, it, the goldfinch, avatar, sharknado, saw, and scream. or any horror movie, really. i like monster/creature movies the best. haunted/paranormals are my second favs.
books: the maze runner, the outsiders, lord of the flies, harry potter, and percy jackson. i usually donβt have the attention span for books. or movies. or anything, really.
fav music genres: alternative, hard rock, rock, punk, metal(nu, pornogrind, death), hip-hop/rap, pop-punk, teen pop, funk metal, alt metal, alt rock, punk-rock, 80-90s rock, 2000-2010s pop
cognitive typing: INFJ 4w5 SLOEI LEVF EII sx/sp Choleric[Dominant] 458 Lawful Neutral(ignore this if this makes no sense to you)
dnis: homophobes, transphobes, racists, misogynists, maga, PEOPLE WHO USE/SUPPORT AI, waycest-ers, pete wentz supporters, other basic dni. just donβt be an asshole.
i donβt tag posts with anything unless itβs one of my posts, which i tag with #my posts, haha.
"No Seriously, Go Away." Dave Mustaine x Reader π£²βｑΛ
ΰΌ*Β·Λ SYNOPSIS: A continuation of part one. If you haven't read part one, it is linked here !
CONTENT WARNING: mentions of make-up sex resulting in many conflicting feelings the morning after.
Besides, he knew youβd let him back in one day. Even if you didnβt, heβd love you still; an addict persists, even when their vice begins to hate them. But youβd never hate him, because you werenβt just a thing to crave, a drug to be addicted to. You were everything. As daft as he was when it came to love, he would try his hardest.
But that was the morningβs problem.
It was almost embarrassing how much better you slept in Dave's arms as opposed to sleeping alone. In fact, it was entirely embarrassing the way the warmth of his body soothed your head like a balm, and his steady heartbeat acted like a gentle lullaby that kept you under a deep sleep. You knew, had you been awake and disillusioned by the comfort he gave, you would have beaten yourself up for even letting your guard down like this. But you weren't awake, nor were you particularly disillusioned. For the ephemeral time being, you would let yourself be vulnerable - it wasn't as if you were making love to him again, right?
That'd be ludicrous, obviously.
You hadn't slept with anyone in the months you had been single. It wasn't that you didn't miss a good fuck, but you weren't that superficial. Sex alone was fine, but being intimate with somebody you loved and trusted was so much more sensitive, how could the two compare? Dave knew how to make love too. He knew just what to say, what angles to hit; all the things that made him a good lay, but it was how he'd press his sweaty forehead against yours, tell you he loved you like he was reciting the Lord's prayer, and squeeze your hand tight when you writhed around him that made him a lovemaker. He had made you feel special, particularly in the bedroom, which was why you were completely put off of sleeping with anyone else just yet. How can somebody make you feel so valued and precious, just to throw it away in one meaningless fuck? God, if he wasn't confusing, you didn't know what he was.
However, your lack of desire to sleep with anyone else ended at Dave. You ached to be under him again, to have his lips against your body, telling you how beautiful you were as he took you apart with the utmost care, even in his most frenzied moments. Manifestation worked you supposed! As the two of you slept, intertwined in one another's presence like a gift to be preserved, it was always natural for you guys to shift around in your shared slumber. Fine, normal.
But it all got fucked up when you ended up with your back nuzzled into his chest, two puzzle pieces meeting after too long apart. The sensation of your round ass against his crotch slowly roused Dave from his sleep, cursing himself for being half-hard from the feeling alone. He wasn't here to do that, he knew that. He definitely didn't want to taint the pure moment either - this was sweet, just having you in his arms, the scent of your comforter filling his senses with a calm he hadn't felt since he messed it all up, but he just couldn't help it.
He had been kicking himself the moment he marred everything you had worked so hard to nurture; chasing anything that felt like you, he went from woman to woman in drunken hookups, and every woman he took to bed made that hole you left a little bit bigger. Nobody felt like you. No one made such sweet sounds as you, looked as precious under or on top of him, nor did they make him feel so seen. He had always ached to belong somewhere, and when your fingers were knitted into his hair, and had your legs draped over his shoulders, he felt like he did. He knew he did.
Hoping to placate the growing ache in his cock, he just kissed your jaw gently. He thought dumbly, βYeah, thatβll sort me out.β The last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable, so he left it at a kiss before rolling over onto his back. He hoped the lack of contact with your body would make his head stop spinning and his erection growing.
Nope.
Now heβd felt the familiar warmth of your body, your gentle curves that melted into his hand, he was stuck with that sensation. He felt so gross and perverse for even making something so innocent something to sexually react to.
Once his own warmth left your body, you grumbled in your sleep. Heβd been comfortable and kept your back warm where your comforter couldnβt reach, so now his cozy chest wasnβt against you, it was quite jarring. βDave?β You mumbled groggily amongst the dark of your bedroom.
βYeah, sweetheart?β He whispered back, his voice sounding slightly rough as he rubbed his large hand over his face. The thought of having you wrapped around him just couldnβt escape his head, and it was annoying actually. You made him feel like an uncontrollable teenager.
βCome back,β was your simple, sleepy response. Though you were starting to feel a little more awake, once he was back on you youβd be lulled like a baby. He complied obviously, not wanting to disobey you at all, but the sigh of shame that came with embarrassingly pressing his hard-on against your lower back was hilarious.
You couldnβt help but scoff amusedly at it, βReally?β He was so easyβthat was the problem that had split you apart after all. He had no sense of self control, but in some cases it was kind of sweet, endearing even. He hadnβt come to you for a shag; he could get easy sex anywhere, but simply being around you was enough to turn him on. Usually, his desire for other women came from just wanting something. It was selfish and shallow, but there wasnβt anything about the girls themselves that grasped him; he just liked having sex.
With you? Everything in his body screamed his want for you. Not sex. He wanted to be close to you, to kiss you, to make love to you.
βYeahβ¦sorry.β He whispered back bashfully as he kissed on your neck just a little bit. Just a smidge. The way your exhausted laughter filled the room warmed his heart in a way it hadnβt since you kicked him out. What warmed him more? When you turned to face him, so you could kiss his puffy lips carefully.
You werenβt offended, and maybe it was the comfort that came with his presence that clouded your mind, but part of you also longed for that contact. βYouβre so dumb,β you remarked with an amused tone, kissing him again as he leant into the kiss.
Feeling your lips on his made sparks fly in his head, and his cock was fully hard against his sweatpants - an old pair of his heβd forgotten to take when he packed his things (an excuse heβd left to come back? Maybe.)
βYouβre so pretty.β He retorted warmly against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist. He gently pulled you on top of him as he rolled onto his back. βI need you, babyβ¦need you in my life again.β He whispered against your neck as he kissed down your jaw.
There were so many things clouding your judgement in that moment. His hands roaming your back underneath your sleep shirt, his cock pressed against your crotch, his lips on your skin. It was dizzying! You knew you should have said no, heβd cheated goddammit, but you couldnβt help yourself.
You needed it just as bad as he did. Sure, you werenβt a drug addict, but Dave was undeniably your vice of choice. Plus, no sex in four months? Your clit was basically throbbing at any sort of contact that wasnβt your own hand.
βWe can talk about it in the morning.β You mumbled finally before shutting him up with an open-mouthed kiss, knitting your hands in his luscious tresses. You had never seen a man with such beautiful hair before; his ginger colouring was alluring, especially in the light, and his curls were so precious.
You didnβt want to think about taking him back just yet, as avoidant as it was, you just needed him for now. For now was possibly all you could get after allβwho knew if he would cheat again? You had no idea. He was completely fine to shut up and let you crack on.
What a dumb decision that was.
The sex was great, amazing even. Another thing it was, was stupid; you knew you were in no emotional capacity to have sex with your cheating ex, yet you did it anyways! Silly girl. But you couldnβt be blamed, not reallyβas much as Dave had done you wrong, it was impossible to shake him from your soul.
Dave wasnβt just a person you could let go of; he was addictive and enthralling. He wasnβt good for you in one breath, but he was perfect in another, and it was that mind-fuckery that made you so crazy about him. Despite this, you were still kicking yourself in the morning.
Groggy, you opened your eyes and turned to see him shirtless next to you, quickly realizing you were shirtless yourself, and with a disgruntled sigh you rubbed your face. βGod, what have I done?β You grumbled to yourself as you tried to look at the scenarios available.
Do you get back with him now? Fuck him and leave him to the streets? Pretend it never happened? All the answers to those questions were simply, βI donβt know!β because what on Earth were you meant to do in this sort of situation?
Dave woke up soon after, still reeling from the night. He was ecstatic. Being able to make love to you again had been a privilege; kissing your shoulder as you rode his dick, being able to hear you moan how much you missed him. It was irreplaceable, like you! He smirked like a proud bastard as he turned to you, βGood night?β
He just wanted the ego boost, but you couldnβt believe the words that came out of his mouth. βIs that all you came here for? For a fuck?β You spat back, temper short as a result of your internal self-berating. You knew what he meant, but you were paranoid that sex was the sole reason for his persistence.
Dave furrowed his brows confusedly, the smirk falling into a small frown. It was too early for this, but then again, both of you had to face the music at some point. βHuh? What- baby, no. I was just asking if you had a good time, wanna make sure you donβt regret it.β He replied with a shrug, as if this was all trivial.
βOf course I regret it, you cheated on me!β The audacity for him to ask if you regretted it was immense, because as long as 2+2 was 4 you would regret this. Even if all went well between you and Dave from here-on, you would regret this. It was a dumb decision.
βI apologised! What more do you want from me, sweetheart?! I mean, shit, Iβve been knocking at your door for weeks. I donβt want no one else.β He told you firmly, slightly irritated from his hangover, and from your raising of your voice. He knew this was an important conversation, but gosh, couldnβt it wait?
A scoff forced its way through your lips as he insisted he didnβt want anyone else, βDidnβt stop you though.β You knew it was a snide remark to make, but the hurt was still very much there. You donβt just move on from being cheated on after a fruitful two year relationship.
βI know, okay!β Dave huffed as he sat up, facing you properly so he could get through to you, βI know I fucked up. I can tell you that time and time again, because I know what I lost when I did that. But I also know I want you, I want to prove myself to you that I mean that!β He insisted, hoping to get through to your stubborn head.
He knew you had your guards up for a reason, because heβd hold his hands up and admit he had hurt you. He hated himself for it, because it was one thing he never wanted to do to you.
βHow are you gonna prove that, then?β You mumbled with a slight pout, wanting to petulantly turn your back to him, but you were a grown woman. You were going to hear him out, because you could see the glint in his eyes when he spoke about redeeming himself to you.
βJust let me start from the beginning. I know weβve sort ofβ¦messed that plan up,β he chuckled wryly as he gestured to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, like a shameful reminder of your night prior. βBut seriously, baby. I want to start again, I want to prove myself. Let me take you on dates, let me get you flowers, let me write you songs. Itβs corny as fuck but I mean it. Iβm willing to be corny for you. I love you, and I donβt want to fuck this up again.β His declaration was genuine and strong, hoping it would give you some sort of give-way.
You just sighed, full of frustration and conflict.
How could someone who had hurt you so bad, still be so beautiful, loving and genuine? He just didnβt make sense, and you supposed a downfall of knowing Dave was the addiction you got in figuring him out. He wasnβt a bad person though. Despite his actions you knew that, because he would do anything for you, regardless if you were split up or not. He was proving that now, and his plead was tugging your heart right into his arms.
βIf you want to start again, get dressed.β You relented with a small smile, seeing him light up like a puppy being shown his favourite ball.
βYes maβam,β he responded eagerly as he rolled out of bed and scurried to pull his clothes back on and pretend that the mind-blowing sex had never happened! You couldnβt help but chuckle, because as dumb as he was, he was yours.
Starting again wasnβt too bad, as long as you didnβt end up where you left it.
i block ppl all the time so my blocklist ranges from "actual fucking asshole fascist" n "post that mildly annoyed me because im petty" and if i went thru my blocklist rn i probably would have no idea why i blocked each of them but whatever
Actually making your selfinsert overpowered and friends with all your faves and a hybrid of the coolest species and in a relationship with your crush and the long lost sibling of the villain is called having fun and its cool as fuck
the first thing about rpf to understand is that it is ultimately fiction and we will never understand the true inner workings of the lives of celebrities because there is always going to be a veil of performance clouding the way we perceive them. the second thing about rpf to understand is that itβs always true + real and it happened exactly as i imagine it in my mind
heβs SUCH a fucking LOSER i need to suck his dick IMMEDIATELY. like i want him to make pretty moans and whines for me while heβs got his hands in my hair and is thrusting his hips up into my face like pleaseeee!!!!!!
OMG THIS... also HIIII P!!!
no cus just imagine 80s Jason and like giving him head???!?!?! he'd literally be so whiney and begging for you to do more but you'd just tease him the whole time..
while giving him head he'd be rubbing the shell of your ear to try to make you more comfortable and relax a little bit (you obviously are but he isn't and he's squirming so much under you) and he's trying so hard not to make any noise.
soon enough into the head sesh he takes your hair into his hand and makes it a makeshift ponytail to try and get your hair out of your face because your starting to get messy and you're constantly putting your hair behind your ear. he doesn't really know what to do but enjoy it, him constantly begging for more in a more quieter, hushed tone like, "fuck.... please just a little more? your mouth feels so good.." and him making little "nnh mm nnm" breathy closed moans every second.
he's close and begging for more of you, either for you to ride him or let him fuck you and he's merely just begging to put his tip in your pussy, but your just teasing him more and more when he's asking, "h-hey please? cmon i-im so close, pretty girl..." while he's stuttering and trying not to cum by looking at your face with his dick in your mouth. he just looks away because it's too much for him and he just throws his head back. "can you ride me, please? i promise to be slow.." and all you reply with is, "i dunno, can i?" and it throws him overboard.
he looks back at you with a plea on his face, just making his grip on your hair tighter before shoving you down, making you slightly gag for a second. he figured if you wouldn't do it, he'd just do it himself. he'd buck his hips up to start thrusting into your mouth, gradually picking up the pace, seeing your eyes roll back every time he'd do so.
this time he could burst at any second, him starting to slow down a little bit as he starts throwing swears from under his breath, thighs starting to shake ever so little. you put your hands on them to steady yourself, bobbing your head without any of Jason's help besides from his head just slowly guiding you. his whole body is so leaned back into the couch as his head is thrown back again, only taking small peeks at you. "baby... 'm gonna-" is all he gets out before you start going faster, which is a pace he could barely handle as he's covering his mouth as moans start to spill, him biting the insides of his cheeks to silence himself before he grabs your head with both hands to shove you all the way down and finally fill your mouth.
he's breathing heavily as your trying to swallow his load as he just pulls out to bring you into his lap and wipe your mouth with his thumb and stick it back in so you didn't waste anything. "oh 'm god baby, you did so well." he holds you closer to him and rubs your back while kissing your face and slightly nipping at your neck, mumbling into your skin. "i didn't go too hard, did i?" and "'m sorry if it was too much, love" just throwing out words, lifting his head up with a stupid smile plastered on his face.
him just kissing you all over and apologizing for being rough with you <<333 he would pass out so quickly with you in his arms like he's cuddling a stuffed animal.
Hear me out. reader βBullyingβ (sexual teasing π€) Sub!Dave for being so soft and βweakβ with Her but he acts like a tough guy out in public.
Like I can just see him being all shy with her behind closed doors and being really needy but the second someone else is in the room, Theyβd never know Dave likes being topped by his girlfriend.
Also not a mommy kink, but a maβam kink.
i can imagine 80s Dave definitely being like thisπ€
he would let you ride him, wanting to see howl beautiful you were on top and he seemed to like it.... a lot. he would have his head leaning back on the headboard of the bed, squirming as you bounce faster and faster, him whining loudly with tears in his eyes. he was so deep inside, he couldn't help himself.
"ffuck.. f-fuck! bbaby, slower hun-" he looked up, face all red and puffy, along with his eyes, moving his hands up to your hips to try and slow you down to a pace he could take easily.
you stopped completely before ripping his hands off of you and holding them both together by his wrists, him giving a pout. you leaned towards his ear, whispering to him, "you can take what i give you, ain't that right, Davie?" you pulled away, caressing his cheek with your free hand. he leaned his face into your touch, face stained with tears. "if you move, you're not getting your release, you understand?" you asked, tipping your head to the side.
Dave whined as he just nodded at your words, "can't hear you, baby. speak up for me." you huffed. he looked up at you through his fluffy bangs, "y-yes....ma'am" you smiled before grinding against his hard on, him throwing his head back at the touch.
he kept involuntarily thrusting his hips up, trying to get more friction despite his plead for you to go slower. you eyed him at his movement, but let it go. "thought you wanted it slower," you chuckled "fuccck you're needy." he whined at the comment but you just kissed him to make him shut up.
he was moaning into your mouth as you started to fuck yourself on his cock, biting on your bottom lip. you pulled away and he started to look more and more fucked out. he looked so pretty like this and he didn't even know it.
"i-i- baby- close.. 'm close- so close, pplease.."
he was trying so hard not to fill your throbbing cunt, genuinely trying so hard to have any type of self control.
"dunno, do you deserve it?"
"mh- mhm!! please- i- i-i'll do anything baby, please- wanna fill you up so bad, need it so bad.."
he wasn't gonna stop begging, kissing his softly one more time, him looking up at you lazily. "can i?" he asked, voice all soft and breathy. you nodded before he broke out of your hold, him wrapping his arms around your torso, pulling you two together before fucking into you at a pace you were going at before, just staring at his dick thrusting in and out of your tight pussy. it just turned him on so much more, him immediately shooting his seed inside of you.
you moaned, a string of "Dave"'s leaving your mouth. he gasped when he came, a high pitched moan leaving his lips, holding the back of your head softly. "thank you s' much- love you- i love you.." he mumbled.
he kissed all over your face, pulling put before covering the both of you with the big comforter, immediately drifting off to sleep.
him coming home from tour and not even being able to make it to the bedβ¦ taking you in the hallway like a feral animal, body pressed over you and fucking you from behind while he bites at your shoulders n neck. he fucks you so good that your legs give out completely and he just follows you down to the floor n heβs literally laying on you while fucking you, knees bracketing your hips while he wraps his arms around your stomach and holds you to him while he just bunny humps you.
COUGH iβm deranged COUGH COUGH
OH MY GODD P π«‘ yes i will write this
you're on the couch, waiting for your boyfriend to come back from a long tour, haven't seen him in about 6 months or so and you missed him so much. you knew you'd be all over him when he walks through the door, tackling him in a beat hug or something. you had a bouquet of flowers in your hands for him, just for how good he did on tour.
it started getting late, thinking that he wasn't coming home tonight, making you a little worried. though, soon enough the door was jiggling open, seeing the ginger in the doorway.
"Dave!"
you screamed, throwing the flowers on the ground and jumping on him, clinging to him like a tree as you hugged him tight. he held you, arms rested on your back and ass, peppering him in little kisses all over.
"didn't think you'd be this excited to see me-"
he chuckled, returning the kisses before you came off of him, bending down to pick up the flowers, pulling his shirt down to hide the boner be got from seeing you.
"i got these for you!"
you smiled, holding them out for him. he smiled crookedly before taking them and placing them on the coffee table.
"thank you, baby,"
he hummed, pulling you closer.
"but i think i need something else right now,"
you were confused, furrowing your brows.
"are you hungry? we could order something if you'd like?"
he laughed again, massaging your hips in circles.
"no, not really. but- yknow.."
he reached down to your ass again, slapping the fat as he smirked once you let out a yelp.
"haven't seen you in so long and someone else misses you too."
he pointed down to his bulge, biting him lip.
"please? wanna make you feel good."
you knew you were just as horny, but you were a little stunned by how straight forward he was being.
you started to take off your dress before he stopped you.
"keep it on, gonna ruin you and that skimpy dress."
he groaned, unbhckling his belt as he slid off his pants and boxers, picking you up and holding you against the wall. his dick pressed against your inner thigh.
"fuck... missed this pussy so much,"
he brought two fingers down to toy with your clit, shoving your face in the crook of his neck, whining.
"hurry.."
you whined, needy for his cock.
"what was that? couldn't hear you, speak up."
his dick was pressed against your sopping folds now.
"i said hurry! please fuck me already, Dave..."
you whined, he listened and shoved every inch of himself inside you. your pussy already clenching around his length.
"yeah, squeeze around me, baby. atta girl..."
he mumbled before tightening his grip on your hips, causing the flesh to turn red as he fucked you up and down, you scratching at his back.
"m- missed you so much.."
you whimpered, which only caused Dave to fuck you more aggressive.
"not as much as me,"
he said, speeding up before you were moaning directly into his ear.
"gonna cum already? i can feel you squeezing around my fuckin' cock, pretty."
he was fucking you through your orgasm, louder noises coming from you, getting him more worked up.
"'m gonna!"
you squealed, the pace that he set was toe curling, making your clit throb with every thrust.
"go ahead then. cum for me, princess."
he groaned, spreading your legs wider before you came all over him, your legs shaking before you fell down, Dave on top of you now.
he wrapped his arms around your belly, hunched over and fucking you on the ground now.
he didn't care where you guys fucked, but he needed his release so bad.
"fuck! shit... gonna fuckin' fill you up.."
he mumbled, bunny humping you as your face was shoved into the floor, moaning and letting out small cries.
"shhh.. sh, it's okay, jus' lemme fill you up, baby. im so close-"
he kissed down your back, trying to comfort you.
you clenched around him again, him bringing a calloused fjnger to play with your clit, pushing you over the edge while you came again. the clenching made him cum, half of his seed buried inside of your dripping cunt, the rest being on your ass.
"oh fuck.. look at you, darlin'."
he huffed, grabbing you by the hair to pull you up before he kissed you.
"fuck, missed you so much. you don't even know, sweetheart.."
when i was a kid i decided that killing people was bad therefore war was bad therefore the military was evil. and adults would tell me it's more nuanced than that and i would understand when i grew up. well i'm a grown up now and idk i still think that killing people is bad and war is bad and the military is evil
imo the term "walkable" in "walkable cities" should be understood to mean "wheelchair accessible" as well, not just literally "possible to walk in". the act of walking in a city doesn't automatically make it walkable
