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Nathan Explosion

We all know about Nathan’s tendency to hyper focus on his current interest; mans got strong feeling and he wants to let everyone know just how happy you make him. So he shows you off, every chance he gets. Especially to the paparazzi. Once he’s settled into the relationship, he’s getting all cuddly and smiley in front of the cameras, quite rare for the media to see. He calls his parents nearly every week just to brag about you, it’s so sweet.

Motherfucking Nathan Explosion. One of the biggest names in the world, certainly the biggest in music and entertainment. A man who handcrafted a revolution of lyrics and rhythm. A man the world worships and the population craves. And yet, when he’s real smitten for someone, it’s awfully easy to make him shy. Just small, flirty things will get his face beet red and stuttering over his words in an instant, so incredibly enamored with everything you do. Whisper some sweet-nothings to him and he’ll become putty in your hands.

Nathan is very…specific when it comes to most aspects in life. He’s picky and stubborn and usually has his mind set for any decisions. But, you, as his S/O, own his utmost trust. So, before the final choice is made, he makes sure to get your opinion on it. Whether it’s small things or large decisions, he wants to hear what you think and will definitely take it into consideration. You have the ability to loosen him up on some settlements, much to Charles’ thanks.

Okay, the end of season 4 was an exaggeration, but Nathan does have a difficult time admitting when he’s wrong. Apologizing just really pokes at his large yet fragile ego. But, when he finally gets rid of some pride and realizes he fucked up with you, he’ll make the effort to apologize. Even if it’s not directly, you’ll get little gifts and gestures that lets you know that he really is sorry.

Pickles The Drummer

This one’s kinda silly, but here me out; Growing up, all of Pickle’s possessions were either hand-me-downs, stolen by Seth, or taken away as punishment from his parents. He didn’t get many stuff that was his. So, as an adult who could have all the material possessions he wants, he’s become a bit greedy. Until pretty lil you came up and stole his heart from him. At that point, he’s practically forcing himself to share everything with you. Food, clothes, anything. Something about seeing you with his stuff makes him feel really good inside.

Worries about you. Hoo-boy, as much as he hates to admit it, he’s got total mom brain when it comes to anxiety. Anytime you’re five minutes late or slightly more quiet than usual, he’s darting around, thinking that he somehow messed up and you hate him and now he’s gotta fix it. Please reassure him, he’s gonna give himself an asthma attack.

Pickles, uh, doesn’t have the best memory. Probably from the constant abuse of drugs and alcohol. I don’t think the dude knows anything that happened to him from age 20 to 25. But, he wants to make the effort. So, he’ll remember the little things about you, basic likes and dislikes, something you said, etc. When he acts upon it, like buying some of your favorite food, and you get all happy about it, he’s so proud of himself. He loves making you happy.

“Punch first, ask later. Or don’t ask at all.”That’s how he lives a whole lot of his life, especially in bars or parties. MF got some agitation issues. But when you get involved? Someone looks at you even slightly wrong? They’re getting their asses beat, he’ll defend the shit out of you.

In addition to that^…He’s definitely used to getting a ton of shit from his family and he just takes it. Because they don’t really like Pickles, there’s a good chance Seth and his parents will hate you and they’ll let you know it. This is when he cracks down. He yells at them for several minutes about what a wonderful person you are, what shitty people they are, and that they can talk about him all they want but not you. Definitely scares them straight.

Toki Wartooth

Oh, man does Toki love to spoil you! The way your face lights up when he manages to get you another perfect (and expensive) gift makes his heart flutter. He’s very good at it to; buying you things you didn’t even know you wanted but always cherish. He especially likes to get you custom-made stuff, something very cheesy.

He has a bit of a hyperactive mind, without something specific to focus on, he’ll constantly be bouncing around. But, despite this, he absolutely loves to listen to you in a way he can’t with other people. While he’s putting together a model or coloring or maybe practicing guitar (once in a blue moon), he likes to have you there, just ranting while he nods along. Even if he doesn’t get all the details, the sound of your voice is enough for him.

When you’re around him, he’s pretty much always going to be touching you. Sometimes it’s small things, like holding hands, knees together under a table, occasional cheek kisses. Other times, he’s practically hanging onto you like a sloth. Additionally, he absolutely loves to scoop you up at random moments and just hold you for a while. He’s strong, he can handle it.

It’s very clear that Toki is a bit of a traditionalist when it comes to love. Even if it’s unrealistic, he will often imagine a future with you, the classic getting married, having children, growing old. A nice, suburban, and perfect lifestyle. He knows that he can’t ever get rid of his rock n roll persona, but there’s a piece of him that’s completely dedicated to simply loving you for the rest of his days.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

First of all; it’s going to take a while to establish yourself as more than just some sex to Skwisgaar. He needs to know you’re not someone trying to brag that they fucked a rockstar. Once he realizes that’s you mean something to him (and vice versa), he relaxes! He gets vulnerable, gets emotional and cuddly and more romantic than you’d expect! He no longer has to keep up the persona, you see the side of him that no one else really does.

Along with this, he’s willing to be more silly than with you! He’s got an even bigger ego than Nathan and hates to look like a fool in front of all his fans. But when he’s around you, he allows himself to make some jokes, mess up a few times and laugh about it. Seeing you laugh makes the small amount of humiliation worth it to him.

Skwisgaar has practically heard it all when it comes to compliments; he’s an international sex symbol and a music mastermind, after all. There’s nothing he hasn’t been praised for. So, he thinks it’s only natural that he compliments the hell out of you just like others do to him. From wake to sleep, he’s giving you all sorts of flattery on how you look and congratulates you on every accomplishment, no matter how small. He likes to feel proud of his darling and makes sure you know it.

Despite him having a long line of past lovers behind him, Skwisgaar gets jealous very easily. Call it a toxic trait, but he’ll flirt with anyone he sees while glaring at anyone who sees you. And his glares are proven to be lethal. Just be careful, cause he can have anyone he deems ‘too touchy’ with you assassinated with the flick of a wrist.

William Murderface

William thinks he’s soo lucky to have you in the first place, he practically worships the ground you walk on. His mind is pretty much on you every moment of the day; every dream he has at night is about you. He’s obsessed with the way you look, the way you act, he’s always staring at you with a dumb, happy smile on his face. Anything you need, he’ll make it happen for you.

I personally feel that he’s a lot smarter than he seems; particularly about history, historical weaponry, and cars. So, when he gets the chance, you get your ass he’s gonna rant to you about all the random stuff that’s up in his brain. He’s an extreme pessimist by nature, but when he’s speaking about the things he truly cares about, he’s seems so enthusiastic and energized, even more so when you actively listen and ask questions.

While Murderface certainly talks a lot, he doesn’t really…express, you know? Most of his conversations are surface-level and to the point. But when he’s comfortable with you, he likes to have deep conversations about things most people think he’s too stupid to care about. Ethics, philosophy, religion. He’s no expert, but everyone has their own beliefs. He wants to share his and to hear yours. Sometimes, he gets really into it, occasionally crying. These moments are important to him and he loves to be with you during them.

Let’s admit it; William isn’t conventionally handsome in anyway. A good reason for that is because he simply doesn’t care or have the patience for proper hygiene. Still, he wants to really impress you, so he starts taking care of himself more. He gets some better products, puts a little more thought into how he dresses, even eats slightly better. It’s not a big difference, but it’s something and it’s noticeable over time.

Bonus^ If you have a skincare routine, he’s going to be right next to you, mesmerized by all the creams and serums and cleansers. Even better if you apply some to him, he gets so soft.

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anothertransauthor · 8 months

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Ok I’m antsy to write something starting out just to see what I can do. I’m going to start with the ABC sfw list first for the band + Charles. If you want to see any additional characters you can comment or ask!

ABC Headcannons (SFW) Nathan Explosion

Summary: like I said this is Nathan’s full ABC list. I’m going to be as detailed as I possibly can for your viewing pleasure ;). I’m feeling Pickles or Murderface next.

Warning: slight angst // dipping into they’re toxic traits they’re learning to overcome

Word count: 4,410 words (oops!)

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Nathan is a bit apprehensive at the start of your relationship due to his rocky previous ones. He likes you, don’t get him wrong, but he’s never really gotten the chance to get so close to someone like he has with you. He’s still trying to wrap his head around how he hadn’t scared you away when he thought you were just some fan. Still you wiggled your way into his Iron Maiden heart, open for you to remove the defensive impalers he’d put up.

After he’s learned to accept the affection you bestowed upon him graciously, and patiently might I add, he uses the tactics he’s learned from you to be a better boyfriend. He asks about your day, genuinely enthralled by your voice. Nathan swears he could listen to you for hours even if you really weren’t talking about anything.

Massaging his shoulders and back was always the key to calming him down whenever he was insatiably irritated. He figured it would surely get his message across to you, who doesn’t love the intimate act of vanquishing the poisons of a stressful day with your own hands? It didn’t matter where you were, if you weren’t having a good time he’d find some way to expel the tension. Say you were backstage with the band after a show and you were overwhelmed with the lights and the noise, he’d take your hand and gently massage it thoroughly. He’d roll his thumb pads over each finger, each knuckle- no joint left aching. Even if he only held one hand, every inch of that hand would be tended to. If they were cold, clammy, and anxiously shaking, they were surely warm and quelled now. Despite Nathan’s stature, despite his large hands, and despite what his attitude had lead you to believe, he was gentle with his hands.

When all else failed, Nathan resorted to what he was best at to convey just how much he adored you. Writing was always Nathan’s go to outlet to organize the scrambled thoughts in his mind, it’s apparent in his music- brutal poems that paired with equally intense music. Racing thoughts and far away words always made more sense when he put the pen to the paper, the unmoving paragraphs further cemented everything he felt. You had started a notebook to house all of the eloquent letters he’s written for you to remind you that at the end of the day you were the one he’d return to. Your heart was home to his.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend?)

Nathan is all about going out and doing things with people he’s particularly friendly with. Expected to go on your fair share of road trips and lots of camping. It’s all the activities he enjoyed with his dad, he considered him a friend so why wouldn’t he bring his friends along for the experience?

You never took Nathan to be a survival buff, but given his himbo nature you weren’t that surprised. He’s taught you a lot about being in the wilderness whenever he had time between records.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Oh my gods, if his arms aren’t constricted around you he will not sleep well that night. Your warmth has become so incredibly soothing to him, he falls asleep almost as soon as your head rests on his chest. Nathan is essentially a 250 pound teddy bear at the end of a rough day where all he wanted to do was wind down with you. He really enjoyed how your smaller frame slotted with his, how natural it felt to wrap his arms around you and stay like that forever.

Nathan had a 3 point plan when it came to his night time routine with you; Step one: acquire the snuggle bug (a nickname he’d drunkenly bestowed upon you when you both retired to his room after a drinking contest with pickle), Step two: profit, Step three: uhhhhh. Ok so maybe it was more of a two point plan, but his point still stands.

If the secret softie couldn’t fall asleep as fast as he’d intended, he’d watch the rhythmic rise and fall off of your chest as you slumbered peacefully against his big burly chest. His hands would slip under your shirt to rub your back, or stomach depending on how you slept that night, in idle circles. The feeling of your skin no matter if it was smooth or blemished, he never cared either way, soothed him more than he thought it could. You were real, you were here- with him! And gods did you look exhilarating in his arms, trusting him completely as you dreamed.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

There was something in Nathan that constantly made him want to impress you as your relationship grew increasingly more docile. He picked up more around the areas the two of you occupied most at Mordhaus; cleaning up the empty beer cans and putting away any stray bongs or other illicit drugs that were littered around the main room the previous night, or he’d take the time to clean his room and bathroom a tad more he usually would when it was just him. It was never about getting a deep clean, he wasn’t embarrassed to have you over when his room was messy, yet something about you made him more motivated to do more than just sit on his ass with you.

Settling down never crossed his mind until you, that was always something he’d associated with parents and old people- you settled down when you wanted to start a family and give up your career and anything that gave you substance. It was always love or hate when he thought about it. On one hand, he absolutely loved you and wanted to spend his life with you. His parents always seemed so happy with each other even after all the years they’d spent together, so maybe it couldn’t be too bad. Yet on the other hand he wouldn’t give up the band or the empire he built for you, you never wanted him to.

Who said you two had to slow down or give up to settle completely into each other? Nathan’s wanted to settle up with you, so he’d said, to never slow down or stop experiencing the fast life he was so accustomed to.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

The way Nathan would break up with you depends on how deep he was into the relationship with you. He wouldn’t have any qualms about bluntly telling you to stay out of his life if he wasn’t feeling it, and he would tell you the moment the thought arose. He’s been with a few women who’d overstayed their welcome and he’s learned not to dance around it if he wanted the comforting discomfort of his loneliness back. Alternatively, if he’s been invested, gave a shit, and was receptive to you opening your soul to him, he’d be more delicate. Whether it was a fault on his end, or you had finally had enough of his baggage he could feel it. He could feel when your laugh didn’t hold the same joy in it like it used to, your eyes didn’t look at him with the enthusiasm he’s grown accustomed to anymore. When Nathan noticed the signs, it was the most brutal pain he’s ever felt, emotionally that is. He never wanted you to feel like you were trapped with him, it’s just as bad if not worse for sticking around just because he was famous in his eyes.

Much like his affection for you, the man has to put all of his feelings, all the words he has left to say to you, and his best wishes for you all on paper. It’s not a script mind you, more of a practice for how he’d approach you. He felt pitiful as he stood in front of his mirror as you slept in the bed just feet from him, mumbling tiredly as he rehearsed the best approach. Nathan didn’t want to completely break your spirits or guilt trip you, the only thing that has brought him joy was your happiness and even if you had to find it with someone else he’d be content knowing you weren’t forcing something that had died out a long time ago.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

The moment he felt like he could talk to you openly without the guard of his walls, he knew he wanted to be yours forever. Mind you this would be over the course of at least a couple of years as you grew with the band. He was a busy man and in the beginning he’d rather do anything else that sit down to have a conversation he thought he’d regret at the time.

And now here he was five years later, the best version of himself that he’s been in gods knows how long, commissioning a ring he’d deem as the perfect oath to you. He’d been planning this for the last six months, between working on the music and getting his band mates to swear on their lives that they wouldn’t fuck anything up the time has passed him by. When everything was perfect he put his plan into motion. While on some vacation he’d pull you aside, away from the band and any prying eyes and propose to you. He’d been so caught up in not crying that he definitely didn’t notice Pickle and Toki recording him while skwisgaar recovered from his preemptive cringe to see everything went surprisingly well.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

While Nathan was essentially a brick wall, he has learned to carry himself a bit lighter while he was around you. He used to be heavy handed whenever he handled you but since then he figured out how to turn the brutality meter down. Not to say he didn’t rough house with you, play fights were a guarantee.

Emotionally, it took several trials and tribulations to find that sweet spot he could handle. While he did figure out how to talk a bit easier with you there were still certain topics he’d be blunt and a little hurtful, though it’s never his intention. There’s just some things he needed to work through himself before he drug you into it.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Nathan’s arms are two heavy magnets when it comes to you. Anytime you were cooking, washing dishes, or hell just standing around, you’d come to expect Nathan to hug you from behind at any given moment.

He’d also liked to pick you up just to marvel at how light you were! He also enjoyed how you’d instinctively wrap your arms around him but don’t tell him I told you that. Any time he could have you like that he would, most often pulling you in his lap no matter where you were (it was also a tactic to scare any wandering eyes).

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Just like with the engagement, he would tell you the moment he knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. It took a lot of time, you showing your love for him through your actions so you didn’t scare him off. Nathan is grateful for it and it certainly had him thinking about it. With each passing day he grew more confident that his feelings were concrete.

When he told you, it wasn’t anything special, hell if you ask him he probably wouldn’t remember what you were doing when he did. You could have been laying in bed, you humming a soft tune and he was just laying there. Whatever the case was he wanted to catch you in your most candid moment, being the you- the person he fell for, before he finally said those three magic words.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

It’s Nathan fucking Explosion. You were the one thing he truly had any incentive to keep for himself and himself alone. If he so much as catches anyone glancing your way they caught his cold intimidating glare in response. He knew better than to make a scene, the first incident nearly killed you with how embarrassed you were. He definitely pulled the “do you know who I am” card and slung a few swears, very loudly might I add.

He would take every step he could to keep you close to prevent anyone from making that move. Every possible chance he could get you were in his lap, leaning against his chest, or wrapped around his arm. It was definitely something he needed to work on, but it was gonna be a bit of a bumpy road. For now you appreciate the thought behind it at the very least.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

You had actually initiated the first kiss, but when he found his footing he found it. He was breathless as he watched you crawl over him, wanting to do something but didn’t want to scare you incase you changed your mind last minute. The kiss grew fervent quickly as his lips molded to yours in his own sloppy rhythm.

Usually when he was itching for a kiss you’d catch him staring at your lips and then quickly away nonchalantly. Other times, he’d turn your face from what ever you were doing or whoever you were talking to to steal a quick one. And no matter the length or intensity he always held so much passion with each connection.

Nathan was a sucker for kissing the top of your head. Whatever shampoo you used always seemed to lull the giant into a docile state as he hugged you from behind. Pickle mentioned it as something akin to witchcraft how fast you could switch up his mood. Alternatively, when he’d lay his heavy head in your lap he’d occasionally turn his head to kiss at your thighs. No matter how small or thick they were he adored how comfortable they were to lay on.

When it came to receiving, he was fairly partial to cheek kisses. It tickled him how gentle you were with him not matter what you did, even though you knew he was the farthest thing from fragile. As unbrutal as it was, he couldn’t help but enjoy every attack you’d unleash upon him, smothering his face in peppered kisses. In addition, he liked getting neck kisses, not even in a sexual way. Lately he’d say the most metal thing was waking up to your partner grazing their lips against his throat before following it up with a proper good morning kiss.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Children were very rarely an obstacle Nathan had come across, even when he did he had at least nough common sense not to act like a complete jack ass around them. He’d goof around, tell a grey joke and generally just get along until they could be done with the whole situation.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Nathan usually slept in so you were up before him most mornings. The man almost always had an iron grip around you preventing you from moving until you, playfully, threatened to piss the bed. Then you’d earned yourself a half asleep “ick” before the heavy limb was begrudgingly removed from you.

When both of you were finally ready for the day, the first thing you did together was stuff your faces with breakfast food and down some black coffee to shake off the rest of the sleep that plagued your systems. After a brief discussion of what your respective plans were for the day you’d go on about your separate ways.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

It was never a guarantee when you’d settle down on any given night. Nathan was a busy man after all, and that included when he wasn’t doing anything music related. You couldn’t complain that’s just how the band was. Nearly constant procrastination to get stuff done was the only unchanging factor, so you were dragged around to all their adventures and shenanigans.

When you did finally retreat to the bedroom at the end of the night, the first thing on your itinerary was climbing into a shower. Lately Nathan’s skin has been breaking out from the stage makeup he wears, but fear not for you figured out a skin care routine for him. And it started with you helping him wash his face properly in the shower. Man has a 6-in-one that he uses for everything.

After showers always consisted of sitting on the bed, wrapped in towels while you talked about any and everything to procrastinate actually getting dressed and settling down. Remember how I said Nathan procrastinates everything? When you finally did get up to get dressed you very rarely went to your own closet, instead you opted just to take one of Nathan’s massive shirts so you didn’t have to sleep in pants.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It didn’t take long to realize that you weren’t going away that easily, and it took even less time for him to realize that you weren’t like a ‘normal’ fan of his. You had confided your fair share of secrets in him that he thought he wouldn’t care about. He found himself holding onto every word you said and realized that maybe he should let you in the metaphorical door. Usually it was small details or a look into how his thought process goes.

Whenever he told you something new it was seldom prompted. It was like you’d stumbled into a secret area in a video game while you were exploring, and the character you’d been trailing with suddenly drops some lore without warning. Despite how odd his patterns were it made him all the more intriguing to you, learning about him as an individual and putting the puzzle pieces together.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Patience was like a generator for him, the less stress he had plugged in metaphorically, the more patience he had. But as more and more things were piled on the battery drained faster. He tried not to be irritable around you, you never in your time with him ever gave him a reason to be mad. He didn’t want you to be in the splash zone if he snapped.

The only exception to the battery rule he had was if anything happened to you. He can remember all too vividly being at some bar full of regular jack offs with you and the band. Someone where in the background while you and the band were laughing about something Pickle had said, a bar fight had started. At first Nathan shrugged it off, it was annoying but it didn’t ruin the atmosphere. That was until one of them threw a half full bottle of Natty Light just above your head, having missed its initial target. The glass shattered and nicked your shoulder, the remaining booze that splashed didn’t do much to help the situation as you winced hardly at the stinging.

None of the band knew Nathan had hopped over the table until they heard him toss a couple of rage filled swears at the culprit.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Having always been slow to learn things, Nathan took it upon himself to keep a section of his notebook dedicated to your favorite anything. It could be as small as your favorite color or as important as an allergy you’d mentioned so he didn’t accidentally gift you something you couldn’t eat/enjoy. He would challenge himself to memorize important dates and names you’d told him in passing to surprise you when he asks about them later.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?)

The singers favorite moment in the time he’s met you would probably have to be the first time he heard you sing. As insignificant as it may seem, he did really enjoy your voice.

He was walking back to his room after having a particularly frustrating conversation with Charles. When he grew closer he could hear muffled noises that sounded like humming. Slowly, he opened the door to see you standing by the window, looking out over the rest of Mordhaus as you sang. It was a song he’s never heard but you carried it so well.

Nathan shut the door quietly and made his way over, any frustration he had faded into the back ground. His arms wrapped around your waist and he had to bite back a chuckle as you squealed. The moment was short but it was the softest he’s felt for anyone ever, and he has you to thank for that.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you?)

Much like the jealousy segment showcased, Nathan is usually on top of everything when it comes to your protection. He’s a fuckin brick shithouse so he can handle anything physically. During the course of your relationship with him, he’s most likely hospitalized a small country worth of people who tried to make any kind of move to hurt you— being in the spot light did have its risks you know.

Security ran deeper than just what he could do physically. Having to overcome fear and rejection, he’s learned a small handful of coping mechanisms. He uses that knowledge to help you whenever he recognizes the signs of panic or in general just discomfort. Sometimes you’d have to remind him that you’re ok, that it wasn’t that serious. He just worries about you!

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Nathan’s parents were always he blueprint when it came to his perspective of love. When he got famous he never thought he’d reach it, but now that he has you he’s ecstatic to use every trick he’s observed in his youth. On dates and anniversaries expect a plethora of cliche gifts: big bouquets of roses, stuffed animals, jewelry.

He engraved each and every date that something important has happened on in his brain, and also written several times on calendars and in his notebook, so there was absolutely no chance he’d forget anything. He’s working with Charles to plan events and parties for your anniversary, the big fancy ones and not just something he’d usually throw together with the guys.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Nathan tends to shut down some days when he’d have a particularly bad dream…speaking of he’s rather private about his dreams. Any time you’d ask what was on his mind he refused to elaborate further than just “mm’bad dream..”

He was a diva in his own way, if it wasn’t perfect it wasn’t accepted. So many albums lost, green rooms wrecked, tours nearly ruined. Though it makes you uncomfortable to see him regress to tantrums sometimes, you chalked it up to the fame. These moments were small in comparison to your relationship as a whole.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Nathan takes at least some pride in his appearance, anything so he didn’t fall to Williams level. He did have an Old Spice 4-in-1: shampoo, conditioner, face wash, body wash. Why have so many products that all smelled different? It was a lot on his senses so he uses that so all of him was clean and smelled like…wait what did the bottle say? Congealed Liquified Corpse…it was a Dethklok x Old Spice collab. Brutal name aside, it actually made him smell earthy, piney even— it was a joke in a bottle.

Shower practice aside, he did the basics when it came to his actual appearance; he’d comb his hair, brush his teeth, wipe his ass. It did the job well enough and he was ok with how he looked.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely he would, you’d become his home. You domesticated the beast and he was forever putty in your hands. Without you, he’d feel lost. There was no hole in his heart, it was just gone— you were his heart. Any time you had to leave for some other business Charles had you doing, he’d just mope around alone in the room if he wasn’t distracting himself with the band. Even then, the party felt incomplete without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Nathan is very fluent in French, like he sounds like he grew up speaking it. He most definitely sweet talks you in French. Alternatively he would get away with saying the most outta pocket and down right filthy shit to you and no one has a clue until they see you quickly turn red.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

In a partner, he really doesn’t want just some fan— he’s been burned way too many times. They’re shallow and don’t even want to know who he is as a person, it’s slimy and not to mention very one sided.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

See his thre- uhh two point plan, in the cuddle section. He won’t sleep well if he isn’t tangled up with you. In addition if you sleep with any kind of noise going on, he’d adapt and now he can’t sleep without anything going on in the background. Noticing his infatuation with the ocean lately, you introduced him to whale songs to sleep to and boy howdy is he out like a light whenever you turn it on.

Ok I got a little carried away, but I’m really proud of it! Let me know what you think of my big pushover- aha!

Keep those requests in coming! I’m loving the ideas so far. Up next is trans! Pickles x gn! Reader! What’s the plot? No body knows, babe! It it will certainly be an adventure that’s for sure!

Stay tuned, dethfans!

#metalocalypse #dethklok #x reader #nathan explosion #metalocalypse x reader #dethklok x reader #nathan explosion x reader #gn reader #Nathan is such a pushover I’ve decided #you have no fucking idea how long this took #I planned to have this out two days ago #tumblr mobile app keeps glitching on save ugh #anyways keep the requests pouring this is so fun!

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writersmilex · 5 months

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Nathan Explosion X Fem | Reader Summary: The paparazzi show up while (Y/n) and Dethklok hang out in public. (Y/n) gets upset from all the attention and cameras.

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"Maybe they have a local speciality?" (Y/n) wonders out loud, scratching her chin thoughtfully, while imagining what brutal coffee flavours they could have. (Y/n) and the band Dethklok Stroll down the street to check out a recent Duncan Hills coffee shop that has opened in this area.

"Don't get your hopes up (Y/n), most of the Duncan hills are all the fucking same." Pickles.

(Y/n) glares at Pickles and crosses her arms.

"Thanks, Pickles, you ruined my whole day." (Y/n) playfully complains and pushes the drummer's shoulder lightly. Pickles laughs in return. The group resumes their stroll from the Dethbus to the opening of a new Duncan Hills.

"how about blood-orange flavour?" (Y/n) wonders out loud. That catches Nathan's attention.

"That sounds brutal." He growls a remark. Cause (Y/n) to look at him and grin. It's one of those smiles that he didn't really mind this time.

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The group arrived at the opening of the new coffee shop, and Murderface came up with the incredible idea of cutting the ribbon with a chainsaw. Well, it did cut the ribbon but Murderface lost control of the machine and it flew into the crowd, killing two people...

"see? I fuckin' told ya so. Same shit at always." Pickles says in a smug tone. Murderface shakes his head after looking at the shop's menus. "dischappointing..." He hisses dramatically. "hyuuh..." Skwisgaar adds.

(Y/n) deflates in disappointment. She has truly hoped there would be something new that Duncan Hills could offer in a new shop, "Aww that's a shame." She huffs.

" if ya got any ideas for this, maybe tell Offdensen about them," Nathan says to (Y/n). This (Y/n) causes it to perk up a bit. They turn to Nathan with an even brighter smile than before.

"yeah! Maybe I should. I had a couple of merchandise ideas that could make millions!" (Y/n) smirks as she thinks about their million-dollar ideas.

Nathan raises an eyebrow at (Y/n) in curiosity.

"Yeah? Like what?" (Y/n) is about to speak up, but they got cut off by a person outside of the group.

"There they are!!" A loud voice from outside. "What was that?" Toki asks anyone who listens.

The group walks out of the shop. Where they are immediately greeted by a horde of paparazzi and fans. "Fucks..." Skwisgaar groans in annoyance. "They found us again..." Pickles sighs, rolling his eyes. (Y/n) freezes as the loud crowd gets closer.

"Who's that woman with them?" They can hear someone from the crowd. "Do they mean (Y/n)?" Nathan wonders, taking a glance at the person in question.

Cameras start flashing, blinding (Y/n) immediately, she raises her arms to block the light hopefully. She flinches at every camera click, mixed with the inability to see properly causes her to get quite nervous. This isn't really about social anxiety, anyone would feel quite overwhelmed when hundreds of cameras are being pointed in their face, wouldn't they?

(Y/n) should have known better to be honest. If the paparazzi made her so uncomfortable, most likely shouldn't have been hanging out with these worldwide stars.

The flashing lights start to make her dizzy. She completely shields her eyes by putting her face in her hands and moving closer to the person she stands next to: Nathan.

"(Y/n)?" He calls out her name but she doesn't respond. Nathan didn't like what the paparazzi were doing to his friend. His expression sinks into an even deeper scowl than before. He steps in front of (Y/n), shielding her from the camera flashes.

One person dares to get close. "Excuse me, may I ask for your name?" an interviewer tries to reach (Y/n). "Fuck off." Nathan threatens, pushing the man back hard, causing him to stumble back.

The paparazzi look shocked and even slightly offended. "Nothing wrong with asking for her name?" he shrugs and tries to get closer to (Y/n) again. Pickles steps in as well, looking as equally annoyed as Nathan does.

"ey, ya heard 'im. Fuck off." the drummer pushes the man back also.

Pickles and Nathan glance back at (Y/n), then turn back to each other. "We gotta get her outta here." Pickles suggests and Nathan agrees with a swift nod. Without saying anything, Nathan grabs (Y/n) by her waist with both hands and hoists her over his right shoulder, causing her to yelp in surprise and then he runs away in the direction of where the dethbus is parked. the rest of the band follows right after Nathan and (Y/n). Paparazzi following quite far behind.

The group finally reach the bus and once the cameramen are in view of the klokateers, they take their rifles and shoot a few people who dare to touch the bus, then the vehicle races off and leaves a thick cloud of diesel smog in its wake.

~~At Mordhaus~~

"Ams yous okay (Y/n)?" Toki places a hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder to console her. She remains seated, rubbing her temples to nurse a headache that was caused by the flashes of light from the cameras "What are you doings (Y/n)? This is nots a big deals." Skwisgaar scoffs, unable to see what the big deal is. Toki elbows the Swede in the stomach. Skwisgaar gasps then coughs in pain and holds his side where the rhythm guitarist hit him. "What's the fucks ams the matters with you." Toki sneers at Skwisgaar. The lead guitarist doesn't answer, mostly out of embarrassment and just rolls his eyes.

(Y/n) remains in her seat, silently as she regains her composure bit by bit. Skwisgaar looks at her and shakes his head slowly, while still strumming his guitar. "it's not that big ofs a deals (Y/n). Gets over yourselves." He says.

Nathan, who is sitting next to (Y/n) with his hand on her shoulder, scowls at the lead guitarist.

"(Y/n) is not used to Skwisgaar. So shut the fuck up." the singer threatens with a sharp tone. The guitarist is slightly taken aback for a moment but then huffs loudly.

"Whatevers." Skwisgaar mumbles and stands up from his seat to go to his room most likely.

"Asshole..." Nathan mutters to himself as he watches Skwisgaar leave the room in quite a hurry.

(Y/n) sighs deeply, catching Nathan's attention once again. "sorry I..." (Y/n) runs their hands through her hair.

"I'm not very fond of flashing lights and stuff..." She mumbles and continues to fidget with the strands of her hair.

The singer merely grunts in response. "still." Nathan begins. (Y/n) lifts her head from her hands, meeting the singer's forest green eyes. His gaze holds that usual sharpness, but there is something behind them that (Y/n) cannot place quite well.

"If you wanna continue to hang out with us. You gotta get used to some of these things. The world ain't no place for softies." Nathan says with honesty, and he is right. This world is harsh and will not bend backwards for anybody.

"Yeah... I know." (Y/n) sighs. "I'll work on it." She offers Nathan a determined smile. The singer smirks back.

"Good." He remarks, seemingly satisfied with (Y/n)'s answer.

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Nathan was indeed right, which still manages to surprise (Y/n) to this very day. Ever since (Y/n) had hung out with Dethklok in public, she got approached on the streets by people whenever she went out to run some errands or to go for a simple walk that turned into an interview every time. The attention is interesting to put it lightly, although some people were not as respectful as others.

(Y/n) indeed got some... Unfriendly messages on social media by hardcore fans. More often than not, it was fangirls being jealous. Which (Y/n) could be understood in some way. But to tell someone to die over it? Not that much...

Luckily, Offdensen knows how much (Y/n) means to the band as a friend, and is willing to give her protection if she requests it.

(Y/n) appreciates his thoughtfulness, but she is a stubborn one and believes that she'll be fine.

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"I don't understand why you guys wanna watch me do groceries." Dethklok had decided it would be fun to stalk (Y/n) while she went out to run her weekly errands and groceries. The band is closely following behind her as they look around the store...

"to get in touch with our roots. This is the uh, safest way." Nathan explains the rest of the band agrees with nods and grunts.

"Glad we don't have to do thisch schit ourschelvesch anymore, thisch isch scho lame," Murderface complains with an overdramatic sigh of boredom, causing (Y/n) to glare at him. This weekly chore is already normalized in her routine and she can't help but occasionally envy the band's wealth. "Well, it's necessary for me. I need my stuff to survive." (Y/n) argues back. taking a pack of toilet paper from the rack to put in her shopping cart.

"Cans we gets this, (Y/n)?" Toki returns to the group after being separated from them for a brief moment, holding up a bag of marshmallows that he found in the aisles of the store, doing his best puppy-dog eyes at (Y/n).

(Y/n) squints at him. "No! These are my fucking groceries. Put it back!" Toki pouts but does as he's told and walks away to put it back where he found it. "I thought yous didn't likes hanging out with us, (Y/n)?" Skwisgaar wonders out loud. "I didn't like the paparazzi, but I've gotten a little used to it by now, a bit more than before at least." (Y/n) shrugs, grabbing another article from another shelf.

"Aww..." That was all the guitarist had to say in response. Toki joined the group again once they reached the register so (Y/n) could pay for her groceries.

"I got it." Nathan steps beside (Y/n) and pays for all of her groceries. "Oh c'mon Nathan I work for a reason." (Y/n) defends once she receives the receipt. " Your income is nothing compared to mine,(Y/n)." Nathan responds and carries one of the grocery bags to help her out, (Y/n) carries two more bags. (Y/n) can't argue with his income, so just drops it. "Thanks." She replies and turns a little pink in her face. "Don't mention it," Nathan grunts in response. Pickles and Skwisgaar watch the two friends interact. Then they turn to each other and share a knowing look.

The group returns to the parking lot of the grocery store towards (Y/n)'s car. And Nathan helps them load the groceries in the car. "You're so nice today Nathan. Or is it just (Y/n) that gets special treatment." Pickles snickers, Skwisgaar and Toki follow with small chuckles, sounding like gossiping schoolgirls.

Nathan looks over his shoulder at his friend, the pink on his cheeks turning darker and the sharpening glare in his eyes that already says everything that his bandmates need to know.

Of course, (Y/n) heard that too. Not knowing how to react, she just decides to ignore the drummer's comment. She is not really in the mood to deal with that right now. "There." (Y/n) closes the trunk of the car that's now loaded up with her groceries.

"Well, it was fun with you guys but I gotta go home now." (Y/n) says while digging into her pocket for her keys.

"it'sch about time we go home too, I'm schoooo bored." Murderface suggests with a grumble, Toki nods in agreement. "Yeah, theres ams somes model I wants to finish." He adds.

"well then, I'll see you guys later." (Y/n) waves goodbye and enters her car. "see ya!" (Y/n) races off in an instant, nearly running over a small child and a mother.

"sooo, Nathan. Where are ya gonna ask her out or what?" Pickles teases Nathan and nudges him in his arms. Nathan glances at the drummer.

"I will kill you when we get home." Nathan threatens

"no you won't!" Pickles cackles.

_______________________________ I got the update on this one as well. I thought my old writing didn't make much sense of missing context. Not to mention some grammatical fixes.

Thanks for reading -Smilex

#x reader #metalocalypse x reader #metalocalypse #metalocalypse imagines #dethklok imagines #fluff #imagines #reader insert #nathan explosion #nathan explosion x reader

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sillyguydanny · 3 months

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dear metalocalypse fandom,

where is the nathan explosion as a parent headcanons? please i need them and i cannot find them anywhere 😨😨

from danny aka nathankisser56

#on my KNEES bro #PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEAS #begging for any nathan content ‼️‼️‼️🙏🙏🙏#nathan explosion #nathan explosion headcanons #nathan explosion x reader #metalocalypse #mtl #mtl ocs #mtl headcanons

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pedropascallme · 8 months

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ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚Metalocalypse Masterlist

First time together 🫀💋🗣️

Braiding his hair to cheer him up 🫀🗣️

Honeymooning 🫀💋🌷

Reuniting after tour 🫀💋🗣️

Nathan Explosion NSFW alphabet 💋🧠

#metalocalypse #dethklok #nathan metalocalypse #toki metalocalypse #nathan explosion #nathan explosion smut #toki wartooth #toki wartooth smut #skiwsgaar skwigelf #skwisgaar skwigelf smut #toki wartooth x reader #toki x reader #toki wartooth x you #toki x you #nathan explosion x reader #nathan explosion x you #skwisgaar x reader #skwisgaar x you

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possibly-in-mordland · 6 months

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Imagine Nathan dating a mortician tho

like he needs ideas for songs

and his mortician gf is just like "sometimes when a pregnant woman dies and is far enough along the pressure from the gasses build up and she shoots the baby out like a postmortem baby bazooka"

Nathan: 💡💡💡

#metalocalypse #nathan explosion #nathan explosion x reader

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baka-bakeneko · 1 year

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Shut Up - Nathan Explosion x Fem! Reader

tags: migraine, attempts at comfort, cnc, roll over i'll make it better type beat, pet names (babe, Honey, whore), accidental squirting, backshots

word count: 1.6k

synopsis: you have a headace. Nathan has a solution.

a/n: *ahem* *leans into mic, mic gives off feedback, stares at mic while adjusting it* Nathan is a whore.

"Nathan, please," you muttered, pulling the dark comforter up and over your head. "My head hurts."

"Aww," he offered with his distinct gravelly tone. "I-I'm sorry, babe. I'll try to be quiet."

You had just crawled back into bed after getting up early to do some remote work. No matter the amount of caffeine or medicine you took, your migraine was throttling the shit out of your head.

Your temples throbbed as you cocooned yourself further under the comforter, balling up to savor the warmth.

Nathan was busy trying to write for the latest album but he was unfortunately very vocal about the lyrics he liked the best. And that came in the form of his most guttural death roar, one that hit egregiously through the room and panged against your head to make your worst rock concert.

Still, you appreciated his effort to try and hold back his form of excitement while spending time with you in bed. Even though he couldn't help much.

He'd gotten one of his Deth henchmen to bring you some chamomile tea along with another dose of headache medication though it sat on your nightstand while you tried to sleep.

Now he was staring at his notepad with his glasses slipping from his nose, acknowledging your uncomfortable squirm next to him. Nathan tried to mouth the next lyrics softly though, getting into it again, another growl revved in his throat before it escaped at his highest pitch.

"Nathan," you whined, kicking behind you at Nathan's shin. "I told you."

Nathan bit back his growl in an instant, sneering down at the lump of you under the comforter. "D-do you want me to leave?"

You shuffled, your eyes tightening to shut. "No, just...please."

He exhaled deeply, reaching a hand out to rest over your place within the comforter. "Okay, I'll try."

You hummed in response, your eyes softening at his touch. With a deep inhale, you made a little opening at the top of the comforter, near your pillow to breathe in fresh air.

Nathan's hand pet gingerly over your body, losing focus while he tried to map which part of you he was touching. He registered it as your hip, the dip of it giving way to your ass.

Nathan tried to keep his eyes on the paper, his pen paused at the end of a line while his hand pet in the same back-and-forth along your hip. He familiarized himself with the curve, admiring the dip to your stomach before sliding his hand further down to cop a good feel of your ass.

You grumbled at that, only shifting from your side to your stomach as you found your comfortable position; your knee hiked up on the mattress, folding your arms under the pillow while you stretched out your back.

Nathan slowly let his notepad slide down his lap and to the floor, his hand now sliding down to your thigh. You drifted off to sleep, feeling Nathan's warm and heavy hand make its way to the small of your back as he peeled back the comforter to get you some fresh air.

He used his other hand to pet down your static hair then drew the comforter back further. You'd sweated through your other pajamas due to your headache and opted to wear one of Nathan's black tees.

Nathan quirked a brow, gingerly grabbing the hem of your borrowed shirt to lift it up. He sucked a sharp air between his teeth when it was just as he suspected and hoped. No panties.

"H-Honey," he tried, dropping the hem of the shirt back down and admiring where it rested on your thighs.

Nathan even acknowledged the black socks of his that you stole from his dresser. He rested his hand back to your thigh, tracing concentric circles with each of his fingers as he weighed his options.

He moved to lie down next to you, slowly peeling you up from the mattress to press against his body. You released a tired moan, one that came from your throat. Nathan scrunched his nose, warring with himself as he thought of it.

"I-I got some headache relief for you," he muttered, his hand going down to brace your inside thigh. Nathan slowly massaged at the soft skin there, admiring how you felt in his hands.

So pliable and agreeable, not eager to please him when you were this far gone.

"Hmm?" you offered, your tired eyes now fighting to open as you felt his hand slip further up to lightly tease your slit.

"Fuck, babe, you look so good right now," he reasoned, his other hand taking a handful of your breast through his shirt. "I want to make you feel better."

You smiled sleepily. "That's nice, baby."

Nathan withheld a growl, burying his face in your shoulder. "I need to fuck you now," he offered into the fabric, his hot breath wafting through the cotton and earning a stir from you.

You sighed and slowly nodded at his statement, shifting your hips against his waist. Nathan's cock was already at attention, had been since the first time you told him to be quiet.

Without a second guess, he pulled his hand back to force his briefs down then flipped the back of your shirt up and angled his cock to your pussy.

Nathan offered a dribble of spit on his hand and slathered your pussy with it before immediately pushing inside. You stirred softly, your hips wiggling as your knees pressed a bit tighter together.

Nathan's other hand at your breast went to your mouth, clamping it shut as he turned into your ear. "Now I'll tell you to shut up. Let me work."

Your eyelids slowly gained traction and rose, an electric volt shocking your system awake. You looked down at your bare pussy, then back to Nathan balls deep inside of you while you began to actively writhe against him.

"I know, babe, I know. It feels real good," Nathan urged, forcing his shoulder weight onto you and rolling you on your stomach.

You moaned into his hand, dropping your head in the crevice of your two pillows. Nathan took it upon himself to prop you up on your knees, nudging them apart while he carefully pumped into you.

You were wetter now, easing Nathan's hot cock in and out of you. His palm on your mouth slipped, his middle and ring finger hooking into the side of your mouth.

"Take it like my little whore," Nathan growled, the guttural from his throat straight-lining up your back and to the base of your neck.

You groaned, arching your back to allow Nathan full access. He obliged with pinching your clit between two fingers and pumping at an unmatchable pace.

You jostled against the bed, looking down the mattress to see your body dripping openly on the bedsheets. You squinted an eye shut, trying to hold on longer but you were finished at the sight.

Your hand reached out to stop Nathan, your fingers trembling to grab his thigh. You were ready to tap out then, but Nathan took it upon himself to flick at your clit in an uneven motion.

Your knees slid further apart on the bed, your hips now angled up to meet Nathan's hard thrusts. You felt your body shaking, the pain in your head subsiding as it fought a new urge deep within you.

Nathan reached to shed your shirt fully from your body, leaving your arms hold the heap of shirt. He reached to paw at your tit, using his hold to back you up on his cock harder.

You groaned against his fingers in your mouth, attempting to tell him he was on the edge of something new. Nathan ignored you, continuing his hardened pace before your pussy clenched hard and stopped him.

You felt the sudden wet on your ankles, the gush from you dribbling down your thighs and making your knees tremble at the sheer force. Nathan paused, moving over your back to make eye contact with you.

The look on his face was quizzical, almost concerned before he reached to touch at your sensitive pussy.

"You made a mess," Nathan said softly, resuming his pace a bit slower now.

You groaned at that, your pussy pulsing in time with Nathan's thrusts.

He pulled both hands back to rest at your hips, guiding you to meet his pumps with a slower pace. The rest of your body rolled with it, each stroke striking surplus pleasure through you.

"Fuck, baby, please," you begged, holding on as much as you could after coming so hard the first time. "I'm so tired."

"Shh," Nathan shushed, picking up his pace a bit as he planted a foot. "I'm almost there, just shut up."

You growled then, knowing it was only payback for what you told him but feeling yourself warming up another time. You didn't want that as much as your body was believing you did.

Nathan started rolling out of a rhythm, fervently chasing a high before he pulled out and came on your back. He took hold of his cock just against your ass and stroked again, streaking your back with more warm lines of his come. You collapsed to the bed, grumbling lowly at the feeling of your body now past tired.

Nathan stroked a few more times, sprinkling the small of your back with droplets of his essence before he pulled his briefs back up.

"No headache now, huh?" He asked, going to pick up his notepad from the floor.

You turned your head to look at him from its nuzzled place in between the pillows. You narrowed your eyes at him then shoved your knee into his calf.

"Asshole," you offered in response, slowly shrugging your borrowed shirt back on and sitting up to go to the bathroom.

"Happy to help, babe," Nathan raised his voice after you, returning his focus to his lyrics.

#nathan explosion fanfic #nathan explosion x reader #nathan explosion #metalocalypse #bakeneko

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azurethebassist · 11 months

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ok ok hear me out, if you’re dating Nathan and you wear a “that’s doable shirt” and nothing else he’ll think it’s really funny but he’ll probably want to fuck you right there tbh

#implying you’re doable #metalocalypse #dethklok #nathan explosion #nathan explosion x reader #i’m funny right

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boywriters-blog · 5 months

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Nathan Explosion x bio male reader (he/him)

I’d like something spicy but please keep it within your comfort zone !!

(if you don’t feel like doing something spicy you could do some like little cute thing)

thaaanks :3

Nathan/Bio!Male Reader

babes i am so sorry if this isn’t the greatest, tbh i haven’t written a lot of spicy content so just be warned !!

this is my favorite request so far omg thank you sm what

warnings: spicy, suggestive, basically smut, no sex

Tonight was like any other, you alone in bed, while Nathan was in his room. You started liking Nathan after a few months of working for Dethklok. You of course would never say anything, he’s too ‘brutal’ for emotions. Or so you thought.

You were kind of Charles assistant. Your job essentially was to make sure the band didn’t do anything too dumb. To watch over them when he wasn’t there. You liked to think you’d done a pretty good job over the few years you’ve been here.

You liked to. The boys did not make it easy. Sometimes you thought you didn’t do enough for the band. Whenever they put themselves in danger you started doubting yourself, but Nathan was always there to reassure you. He would tell you that you’re doing a good job, that you were a perfect fit for this band.

That’s when you started falling for him. He would stay up late with you, when he was done fucking groupies and they all passed out. You were always still awake for some reason, you had a hard time sleeping. He knew this. So when he was done having his fun, he would typically walk over to your room and find you awake, at your desk, usually on your laptop.

Sometimes you looked at news articles of yourself, calling you gay, wrong for the band, saying you did nothing to protect the boys, and of course much worse. Sometimes you would watch YouTube videos of the past bands the boys had been in. Other times you were just watching a stupid show to calm your brain down.

This time you were looking at news articles. You sighed and scrolled through all the hateful words, taking them to heart even though you knew you shouldn’t. You had tears in your eyes and you cursed yourself for them. You walked over to your bed, laptop in hand, and lazily scrolled.

That’s when he showed up again. When he was done having his fun. Or so you thought. He slowly opened the door after knocking a couple times, knowing it was usually okay to just walk in. He looked over at your desk and then your bed, sighing when he saw you looking at the news articles.

You quickly shut your laptop and sat up. He didn’t usually come around this early..and he’s still in his clothes, but he wreaked of booze and weed. He walked over to your bed and sat down. You stared at each other for a moment before speaking.

“Listen- I know I told you I wouldn’t, but I had to. Or at least I felt like I had to-“

“Y/N.”

“You know I honestly don’t know how you guys do this, how you don’t let stupid news articles get to your head-“

“Y/N.”

“It’s funny because you never think you’ll take it to heart, you think you’ll just laugh it off, and never think about it again-“

“Y/N!”

“-Huh? Oh- Yeah? Sorry. What’s up?”, your face flushed a light pink, embarrassed. You sat up straighter and looked him in the eyes.

“Don’t listen to those dildos. They don’t know what they’re talking about. They’re dumb fucks who literally lie for popularity and fame or whatever. We think you do a great job and that’s all that really matters, right?”, he smiled a little and you smiled widely back. You hugged him hesitantly and he hugged you in return.

“Thank you, Nathan. You always know what to say to make me feel better. Even if your trashed.”, you didn’t want to stop hugging him, you let it go on for longer than you usually would, and he did too.

“Wanna smoke some weed? Maybe It’ll help you calm down and sleep.”, he suggested. Normally you would say no, out of keeping a clear head, but tonight you said yes.

He broke the hug to get a joint from his pocket, and he took your hand, leading you to the patio. He took his lighter and lit it, taking a few hits before passing it to you. It had been a while since you smoked, you typically only did it when the boys were on vacation and didn’t need you.

You took a few smaller hits, and almost coughed a lung out. You had to pass it to Nathan and hold onto the railing for a couple seconds while you caught your breathe. You laughed as Nathan took a huge hit, passing it back to you.

You took a couple hits and passed it to him, he would take a huge hit and pass it back. This was the cycle until you both reached the end of the joint. You were pretty blazed and so was he, but he had also been smoking beforehand.

After it was finished you both went inside, making small talk until you reached your bed again, both of you laying down on it, giggling.

“You know- I almost didn’t take this job.”, you started, and he stared at you with wide eyes. You continued, “I was so worried I wouldn’t be good enough, or that I wasn’t ready to take on the responsibilities of taking care of my favorite band. I actually almost quit after a few months. But I decided to stay.”, you giggled thinking about it. “I’m glad I did, I wouldn’t have met you otherwise. The real you.”, you smiled at him.

He was stunned, looking at you with those wide eyes. “No way. You may be a complete dildo sometimes..but you’re our family or whatever now..You do a better job than most of the idiots that would’ve taken it. I’m ..”, he thought for a second, grimacing at what he was about to say, “I’m glad you’re here..or whatever. I’m glad you took the job.. You’re fun to be around .. and you like..make us smile I guess.”, he struggled to say.

Your eyes were tearing up again and you smiled. You knew it was hard for him to say that. You got on his lap and hugged him again and he groaned, hugging you back. “You’re sweet, Nathan. You’ve always been my favorite. Don’t tell the others though, you know how they’d get..”

This time he didn’t let go, maybe it was the weed and the booze. He put his face in your neck and sighed. He sounded..happy? You smiled and held him closer to you. “You know, Nathan, I had a huge crush on you for a really long time..”, you admitted in your hazed state.

He loosened his grip to pull back and look at you in the eyes, “Are you serious?”, he said with his infamous serious face. Your eyes widened a bit at your confession and you panicked inside, squirming a bit to get off him, but he kept you on his lap, awaiting your response.

“U-Uhm- yeah- I did- a-and I know that’s gay- so super gay - but-“, he cut you off by pressing a finger over your mouth, tears filling your eyes. He looked like he was thinking of what to do. You were fucked. You just fucked up your entire relationship and career. You were crying silently at this point. He wiped your tears and sighed. “Don’t cry.”, he said sternly, but you couldn’t help it. “I-I’m sorry- Please forget I said anything - just -“, he cut you off by kissing you this time.

You were shocked, your eyes widened. You kissed him back immediately. He put his hands on your waist and yours went around his neck. You had stopped crying and instead you were smiling.

Nathan put one hand on your ass and squeezed it, causing you to squeak into his mouth. You could feel him smirk against your lips. You raised one hand to the back of his head, lightly pulling on his hair as you started to grind against him in retaliation. He broke off for a moment, groaning, and then pulling you in again to kiss you sloppily.

You could feel yourself getting harder, just as you could feel him through his jeans. He was shifting a little in discomfort, the fabric becoming uncomfortably tight. You raised yourself and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to his knees, not breaking the kiss for a moment.

You kept his boxers on, you didn’t want to go too far tonight. Keeping your own pajama shorts on as well. You resumed grinding against him, his hands tightening against your waist and pulling you down, his hips thrusting up to meet you. Your lips moved from his to his neck, biting and sucking, leaving marks.

Normally he would hate a groupie leaving any sort of hickies or marks on him that couldn’t be hidden, but he didn’t seem to mind when you did it. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. So much so that after a few minutes he decided to return the favor. You had to stop and moan because he knew exactly where to bite somehow. Your grip tightened on his hair, your grinding speeding up.

He made sure to leave as many as he could on your neck, making it obvious that you belonged to him and him only. Your grinding became sloppier and more desperate, feeling the build up in your stomach. He recognized this and put a hand on your appendage, stopping your movement, he brought his own to his hand, and began jerking the two of you off. His hands were huge and rough, he could easily fit both of them in one hand.

Your hand on his shoulder tightened more than before, and you kissed him. He kissed back frantically, feeling his peak close by. You were both sloppy and reckless. You gripped his hair harder and he gripped you both harder in exchange. You felt his sex next to yours, throbbing and his hand gripped tighter, speeding up.

Even through the fabric, the friction was almost too much. Almost. He groaned and looked into your eyes, you looked back into his. And at that moment you felt yourself burst, him cumming moments after. You moaned loudly into his mouth, a string of curse words and his name. You shook on his lap, even as his hand tried to stabilize you. He moaned your name into the room, not caring who heard.

After a few more strokes he let go. Breathing heavily. You practically collapsed on him, almost unable to move. He moved his hands to wrap around you, holding you close to him. You did the same as you caught your breathe.

You chuckled and looked up at him. “So- I guess I’m not the only gay one, huh?”, you smiled, happy to not be alone, and happy that the person you loved, loved you back. He grimaced and chuckled along with you.

“I guess so.”, he smirked softly and his grip on you tightened. “Just..promise you won’t quit? Ever? Or at least..be like..my boyfriend, or something..”, he looked away embarrassed and nervous, even if he knew you would most likely say yes, he still worried you would say no.

“Of course I will. You don’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll be more than happy to be your boyfriend, Nathan. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that.”, you confessed and hugged him tight, tears filling your eyes once more, but this time happily.

He kissed you and you kissed him back. You couldn’t believe this was happening. He broke the kiss and looked down at the both of your crotches. His jeans on the ground, having slipped off while all of that was happening.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”, he picked you up in his big arms, carrying you over to your bathroom, helping you undress and undressing himself, turning on warm water and taking a shower with you.

Let’s just say you ended up sleeping great that night.

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extra:

The rest of the band were in the hot tub, watching some stupid show when they saw Nathan walking over to your room. They didn’t think much of it since he did it almost every night.

That was until they heard moaning coming from your room. You weren’t quiet. Something they would tell Nathan later.

“Holy schit!! thatsth stho gay!! They’re gay!!”, William exclaimed as he began to get out, but Pickles shoved him back into the water. “Shut up and leave ‘em alone! God knows they both needed this. You see the way Nathan talks about ‘em!”

“Ja Moiderface, maybes he’ll shuts up nows.”, Skwisgaar said as he played his guitar. Toki just nodding and agreeing with what everyone else is saying. He was just happy that you and Nathan were finally doing something about your feelings.

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i’m so sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted, i’m a bit rusty in the spicy compartment!! as always let me know if you need anything else!

-Mooshi

#boywriters-blog #nathan explosion #reader #nathan explosion x reader #metalocalypse #dethklok #pickles the drummer #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #william murderface

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vivicheri · 8 months

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Things I Write (I’m new to Tumblr)

Yes:

Fluff/angst

Smut - 18+ only please!

HC’s - Yeah, I have a LOT of those!

Reader x character

OC x character

My self insert x character

character x character SOMETIMES cuz I don’t ship a lot of things that some people do

Characters I Write:

Toki Wartooth (Metalocalypse)

Skwisgaar Skwigelf (Metalocalypse)

Nathan Explosion (Metalocalypse)

All but a few MTL characters but those three are specialties.

Some Total Drama characters

This is all the characters I think I can do for now, however that could be subject to change!

And, I take requests but if it’s weird then yeah I won’t be doing that!

#metalocalypse #toki wartooth #mtl #skwisgaar skwigelf x reader #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #metalocolypse x reader #skwisgaar skwigelf #i love toki wartooth #william murderface #nathan explosion x reader #toki wartooth x reader

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transmasclittledestiny · 6 months

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Got a request for dethklok x twin groupies but the person that requested it supports aged up nsfw of minors so I blocked them but I only realized after I wrote it all out so I'm just gonna repost it without them attached.

Nathan:

- I honestly think after the whole Trindle incident and being rejected by Abigail, Nathan would be kinda turned off from groupies or intimate relationships in general for a while, but after some time he would become more comfortable with it.

- He never expected to fall for another groupie, ESPECIALLY not twin groupies.- He isn't complaining though.

- It would honestly probably (partially) cure his fears surrounding intimacy

- Eventually once he's comfortable with being in a relationship with twin groupies, he'd probably go around with both of them

- He'd definitely have a hand wrapped around each of them

- When it comes to sex, I think he'd be close but not as great as Skwisgaar when it comes to orgies.

- He might be a bit more sloppy with his technique, but he is passionate.

Skwisgaar:

- He is the pro

- Dealing with multiple partners at once in bed isn't anything new to him and he loves it

- Twins too? Mega bonus for him.

- He doesn't feel the need to show them off, but he does enjoy both of them

- He thinks having sex with twins is a crazy concept, it's like fucking the same person twice at once.

Murderface:

- Murderface? Having a groupie? That's crazy.

- Him having TWO is even more crazy.

- He kinda cherishes the relationship, even if it's just sex with some groupies.

- Hey, he'll take what he can get

- He doesn't care much about the whole twin aspect, he's more focused on having groupies.

Pickles:

- I honestly don't think Pickles would care too much about the twins aspect

- he's more focused on making the sex good

- and possibly including alcohol in some way idk

- sorry I don't have many ideas for Pickles

Toki:

- I feel like since Toki goes through age regression after his trauma, he wouldn't feel comfortable with sexual stuff

- (and also I don't feel too comfortable writing nsfw of a character who is now agere)

- I think he would like having 2 groupies who are twins though

- He'd think of it like having 2 of the same great thing maybe

- He makes sure to give both of them the same amount of attention

Yeah that's it for now, I don't really have any more ideas sorry

#dethklok x reader #metalocalypse x reader #nathan explosion #nathan explosion x reader #skwisgaar skwigelf #skwisgaar skwigelf x reader #william murderface #william murderface x reader #pickles the drummer #pickles the drummer x reader #toki wartooth #toki wartooth x reader #nsft

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polyklok · 11 months

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nate might have really intense kinks but he is a MASTER of aftercare.

if you’re a groupie and/or one night stand, he’ll still tend to your injuries albeit hastily as he doesn’t want you to spread rumors that ruin his “grrr scary tough guy” image and out him as an actually good person. he’s a bit weird about it, doing it silently while pushing and grabbing you in all the places you’ve been hurt, but he isn’t rough—not nearly as rough as he was. if you make a sound out of pain he’ll stop and look at you before returning to the injury with an even gentler hand.

if you’re his partner though, god he will not let go of you for a second. he loves cuddling after sex—especially if it was rough—to make sure you know he still cares about and loves you. he’ll quietly ask if you’re okay while he runs his hand down your thigh or back. if you’re injured, he’ll honestly feel pretty bad if you can believe it (post-nut clarity) and will jump at the chance to take care of you. he needs a bit of reassuring on occasion; let him know you aren’t afraid of him or angry with him for what you two did. remind him that it was consensual and you had fun. he’ll gently kiss your forehead and start to get dressed.

sorry i’m fucking gay

Bro, I AGREE, you don’t need to TELL ME-

LOOK AT HIM

Btw I’m writing this since I love this but idk what do with it-

Aftercare W/Nathan Explosion!

Nathan rolls over, taking his weight and warmth off of you. Only when the cold air hits do you finally realize how hot your own face is. You stare at his ceiling, blinking away tears from your blurry vision, a mellow sense of pleasure still swishing in between your thighs; it’s wonderful. You try to take some deep breaths but only let out pitiful whimpers. You’re still shaking, still caught up in his powerful motions that now only ghost over your body. You can feel Nathan beside you, breathing out his own grunts. The entire room has a strong scent of sex.

You’re unsure how long you’re laying there next to him, could’ve been a few seconds, a few minutes, lots of minutes. But at some point your body years for warmth again. As soon as your shakes are replaced with shivers, he somehow knows and pulls himself up to encase you. Big mistake. Once he moves your body even an inch closer to his, it becomes horribly clear just rough he had been. All the cuts, scratches, bruises, bite marks, and sore spots begin to scream on your skin. You moan, in agony rather than bliss, as your body is consumed with aching and stabbing. You begin to weep again. The pain alone, you could’ve handled, but the sense of pleasure and love fighting pain and embarrassment overwhelms you to tears.

Nathan cringes. Just moments ago, it was so lovely to torture you whilst you lay underneath him, screaming his name. But the aftermath was nothing short of hell and he couldn’t stand to see you go through it. Of course, it wasn’t entirely Nathan’s fault, you had begged him to ruin you and he had happily obliged. The two of you have always had your moments of…cruelty in the bedroom, but never before had it been so much and all at once. Tonight became particularly passionate and therefore particularly harmful to your anatomy, and now the consequences were reaching you. You were bleeding in random places. Bright hickeys and bruises were beginning to form all over. Your throat was strained from all the noises you made. Your legs wanted to die. Tomorrow, the pain would be even worse.

“I’m sorry,” he grumbled, running his hands over you, light as a feather, “I’m so sorry.” God, his voice was addictive.

You tried to forgive him, but your words tangled in your mind and refused to leave your throat. You moved a hand up to brush over his scalp. He understood the sentiment. Still, he began to kiss every single mark he made that was visible on your body, and there were plenty. His lips sent your mind into fuzziness. The rough pads of his fingertips gently danced over your thighs, caressing your bruises oh-so-lightly before a warm kiss took over. Your face buried into the pillow, letting him heal the wounds he had created. It was wonderful, he was wonderful.

“Love you,” He grumbled, mouth pressed again your flesh. The vibration of his rich voice gave you goosebumps. His tongue slipped over a patch of dried blood on your hip, where he had used the most beautiful blade to slice you open. He had never been shy about blood, in fact, he seemed to thrive in it, as he now made a guttural sound from tasting yours.

You whispered, all you could manage, “I love you, too.” You had stopped crying, luckily. Now you basked in warmth and tried to soothe your throbbing head.

He stared up through his dark lashes, mouth still attached to you. As much as he hated to see you in pain, this moment of vulnerability made his heart melt in ways that he could only describe in the lyrics. He pities the past Nathan, who still destroyed you all the same and yet refused to show such courtesy to fix you back up. It was once minimal, hasty, even harsh the way he seemed to be so eager to be over with you. Never again. Now, he was willingly addicted to your touch and drowned in the way you felt underneath him as he slowly treated you with all the compassion he could muster.

Nathan loved to fuck, torture, violate you until you were a mindless mess for him. But, just as much, he learned to nature and cherish the wonderful body that you so kindly submitted to him.

#polyklok is real #metalocalypse #dethklok #metalocalypse x reader #request filled #tw bloodplay #tw wounds #nathan explosion #metalocalypse nathan #nathan explosion x reader #dethklok x reader

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