Valwrites-stuff - Val Writes

Don't summon the devil

Dave buys a book about witchcraft just for fun. Once he's really getting into it, he decides to put a spell on someone he despises only for it to actually work and strange things keep happening, scaring the shit out of him until one night he wakes up from a nightmare, shaking him to the core and resulting in a panic attack. You are there to take care of Dave, him promising to get rid of the book.

Dave Mustaine x Reader ☆ Angst, Horror, black magic, panic attacks, nightmares

Dave had always been interested when it came to anything supernatural. So when he stumbled upon a book about witchcraft at a yard sale, he thought it would be a fun little read to pass the time.

He walked into the apartment, a mischievous grin on his face as he held up the dusty old book he had purchased. "Check it out, babe! I bought a book about witchcraft!" he exclaimed, excitement evident in his voice.

You raised an eyebrow, skeptical of his purchase. "Witchcraft, Dave? Really? What are you planning to do with that?"

Dave shrugged, still grinning. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe cast a spell or two, summon a demon, you know, the usual stuff."

You rolled your eyes, not buying into his playful act. "Come on, Dave. You don't actually believe in that stuff, do you?"

Dave chuckled, flipping through the pages of the book. "Of course not! I just thought it would be fun to mess around with. Plus, who knows? Maybe we'll discover some cool spells or something."

You sighed, shaking your head. "Fine, have your fun. Just don't go summoning any demons into this house, okay?"

Dave laughed, placing the book on the coffee table. "Don't worry, I'll be careful. But hey, who knows? Maybe we'll have a little Halloween fun with this book."

But as he delved deeper into the book, he found himself fascinated by the spells and rituals described within its pages. The idea of having the power to change his reality with just a few words and ingredients was intoxicating.

One day, after a particularly bad encounter with a bouncer at a bar, Dave decided to put one of the spells to the test. He gathered the necessary items and recited the incantation, not really expecting anything to happen.

But to his shock, strange things started happening. The bouncer he had targeted had been arrested the next time Dave visited the bar and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at his newfound power.

However, as the days went by, the incidents became more and more bizarre and Dave couldn't believe what was happening. Objects would move on their own, strange shadows would flicker in the corners of his vision and Dave would hear whispers in the dead of night.

He had always been skeptical of magic and the supernatural despite being fascinated by the topic, but now he was faced with the undeniable proof that his spell and witchcraft had worked.

As you sat in the dimly lit apartment one night, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of his stomach. The bouncer's arrest had been just the beginning. Strange accidents seemed to follow Dave wherever he went.

One day, as he walked down the street, a car swerved out of control and narrowly missed hitting him. Another time, a tree branch fell from above, missing him by mere inches. Each time, Dave couldn't help but wonder if it was just a coincidence or if his work with witchcraft was somehow responsible.

He tried to convince himself that it was all in his head, that he was just being paranoid. But deep down, he knew that something was wrong. The power he had unleashed was beyond his control, and he didn't know how to stop it.

As the incidents grew more frequent and more terrifying, Dave knew he had to do something. He gathered the necessary items once again and tried to reverse the spell, but it was too late. The darkness had already taken hold.

One fateful night, Dave lay in bed, paralyzed with fear, a dark figure materialized at the foot of his bed. Its eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its voice echoed in Dave's mind like a sinister whisper.

"You have meddled in things you do not understand, mortal," the figure hissed. "Now, you will pay the price for your arrogance."

Dave felt a surge of terror wash over him as the figure reached out a hand towards him, its touch like ice against his skin. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worst.

"Dave!" He felt the hand grab him, he woke up screaming in terror and shot up in bed, gasping for breath, feeling like the walls were closing in on him before his eyes found yours, you being the one who held onto his arm with a fearful look on your face. "Y/N..." Dave gasped, his voice trembling.

"Hey, it's me...it was just a nightmare." Dave's eyes darted around wildly as if searching for something. He slowly came back to his senses but his heart raced and his skin felt clammy with sweat. He turned to face you.

"I... I had the worst dream," Dave stammered, trying to catch his breath. "It felt so real."

"Do you want to talk about it? Sometimes it helps to get these things off your chest." You gently brushed a red lock from his forehead, your touch attempting to ground him.

Dave took a deep shuddering breath before whispering. "I should have never bought that book and got into black magic. These evil forces will even hunt me in my dreams..."

You reached out for his clammy hand. "Hey don't say that. I'm sure there must be a way to stop all this..."

Dave's hand trembled in your small one as he spoke, struggling to keep his words steady. "I...I thought so, too, but it's getting worse every day. Whatever spirits I unleashed, they're powerful. I don't know what to do..."

You could hear the crack in his voice at the last sentence before Dave looks away to avoid your eyes and hold back tears of desperation.

He clenched his jaw, fighting back a wave of despair. In a broken whisper, his true vulnerability slipped out. "I'm scared... I can't even sleep properly. The nightmares are relentless, and the fear just claws at me every waking moment. I feel like I'm losing control. What did I do?"

You watched your boyfriend with great concern until Dave found the courage to look at you, eyes watering, daring to spill over.

The tears finally escaped, rolling down his cheeks. In a quivering voice, he admitted his guilt. "I should've known better! I just wanted to explore what's possible. But I was a fool, and now it's tearing me apart from the inside out. I don't know how to make it stop..."

Your heart broke at the sight of Dave, realizing how serious the whole situation was. "Hey, baby...come here. We're gonna find a way out of this." You carefully wrapped your arms around him and just let him sob into your shoulder, tears streaming down his face.

His body clung to you as if you were the only thing keeping him from drowning in his despair. "I just want it to stop... I'll do anything... I can't live like this, I can't..."

"It's gonna be alright, I promise..." You held him tight and just listened to him cry, feeling how tense he was before his body started to shake in your arms as Dave quietly choked on his tears.

Dave could barely catch his breath between sobs, the weight of his fear and exhaustion crashing down on him. His words came out in disjointed fragments, raw with emotion. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have messed with things I didn't understand... I thought I was strong enough...that I could control it...but I was so wrong—"

"Dave, baby, breathe." You let go of him to clutch onto his hands, realizing Dave's cries turning into a panic attack, his chest heaving as tears streamed down his face. You could see the fear in his eyes as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Dave, it's okay. You're going to be okay," You said, trying to calm him down. "I can't breathe, I can't breathe," he gasped, his shoulders shaking.

"Yes you can. Look at me, focus on your breathing, baby. In and out, slowly," You instructed, holding onto his hands tightly as you tried to help him regulate his breath.

"I can't!" he repeated, his voice trembling.

"You can, Dave. You're strong, you can get through this," You reassured him, your heart racing with worry.

Dave tried to follow your instruction, struggling to regain control of his panicked breathing. His breaths were shallow and ragged as he fought unsuccessfully against each subsequent sob. He forced himself to speak, the words coming in halting gasps.

"I-I'm trying... I just can't..."

You could feel the anxiety and worry wash over you as you watched Dave struggle and reached out to take his face into your hands, staring into his tearing eyes. "Dave, baby, please breathe. We'll get through this, I'm here. Breathe with me, in and out."

Dave's eyes locked onto yours, finding a brief moment of clarity. His breaths were still shaky as he struggled to match yours, the sheer effort of focusing on something so simple proving difficult under the weight of his anxiety.

"I-I'm trying..." He tried to match your breathing, but it was still ragged and irregular, the fear and despair making it difficult to keep a steady rhythm. But bit by bit, he managed to slowly draw deeper, more stable breaths.

Dave's breathing slowly begun to steady under your calm, steady pace. His shoulders slumped slightly in relief as he finally felt his heart rate began to calm.

He nodded shakily, his words coming out in broken spurts between deep, steadying breaths.

"You got this. Just like that." A small and relieved smile crept onto your face as you saw him calm down slowly before you wrapped your arms around his exhausted body.

Dave's body slumped against you, the exhaustion suddenly hitting him hard. He clung to you tightly, his head resting heavily on your shoulder. He didn't speak for a long while, just focused on his breathing and the soothing comfort of your embrace.

The fear and despair haven't disappeared, but the overwhelming panic seemed to have subsided, leaving him feeling wrung out and emotionally drained. "Fuck, what was that?"

You soothingly rubbed his back as you answered. "You just had a panic attack." Dave nodded weakly, the reality of what just happened slowly sinking in. When he found his voice again, it was quiet and filled with embarrassment.

"I've never had one like that before..." He let out a shaky sigh, burying his face further into your shoulder. "I feel like such a mess."

As you cradled Dave, you stroked his hair soothingly, whispering reassurances meant to calm his racing heart. The warmth of your embrace seeped into his bones, gradually easing the tremors wracking his body.

"You're not a mess, Dave," you murmured gently, your breath tickling his ear. "Panic attacks can be terrifying and overwhelming, especially when they happen for the first time. But you're safe now, and I'm right here with you."

You pulled back slightly to meet his gaze, your own eyes shining with empathy and understanding. "There's no need to feel embarrassed. This wasn't your fault, anxiety and panic have their own way of taking over sometimes."

Dave's cheeks flushed with gratitude as he looked up at you, his fingers curling around yours instinctively. In that moment, the weight of his anxiety lifted, replaced by a profound sense of comfort and security in your presence.

"How do I stop what I started? There has to be a way." Dave whispered, desperate for an answer to his actions with black magic and the book he brought into his life.

"You need to get rid of that book. Maybe burn it, I don't know. We can ask your sister for help maybe, she's got experience with the occult."

The color drained from Dave's face as he considered your suggestion. The idea of confronting his sister about his dark misdeeds filled him with dread, but he knew deep down, that she may be their only hope to fix this.

He exhaled heavily, shoulders slumping in resignation."You're right. As much as I hate to admit it, she might be the only one who can help us undo the damage I've caused."

Tentatively, he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against your cheek. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this mess I created. You deserve better than being dragged into my twisted mistakes." You placed your hand over Dave's, holding it firmly against your skin.

"Hey don't apologize for what you can't change. We'll find a way, I promise." You said as you stared at each other, seeing the relief and gratitude on Dave's face.

The next day, you wasted no time in reaching out to his sister. She was surprised to see both Dave and you at her doorstep, but once you explained the situation and asked for help, she was determined to offer her assistance.

After looking in her books, she requested a returning spell to fight off dark spirits. Dave and you exchanged nervous glances, but you both knew that you had to do whatever it took to help him find peace. You agreed to try the spell, no matter how crazy or scary it seemed.

In a blinding flash of light, the spell was cast. You held your breath, waiting to see if it had worked. Slowly, the darkness that had been haunting Dave began to recede.

A sense of peace washed over him as you stood there, bathed in the warm glow of the candles before you finished the ritual by burning the book that brought dark clouds over Dave's life.

The darkness may have tried to consume Dave, but with your help, he's found a way out. And as you throw your arms around him to hold him close, you know that you'll always be there to guide him, to keep him safe from the shadows that lurk in the corners of his mind.

Kirk Hammett for Guitar Center

Hi. Love your work so much. Can you please write about Lars × reader being friends for years but they both had crush on each other secretly and they never showed their real feelings for each other and finally Lars confesses about his feelings? And please include smut and thirst 🙈 sorry for my bad English anyway

All the words I don't say

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ smut, friends to lovers

Lars and I had been friends for years. We met after one of their shows in the early days of Metallica and instantly hit it off. We shared the same sense of humor, the same interests, and the same group of friends. But there was always something more between us, something unspoken.

We both had a crush on each other, but we never dared to admit it. We were afraid of ruining our friendship, of making things awkward between us. So we kept our feelings hidden, buried deep inside.

One night, Lars invited me to a party at the Metallimansion. He opened the door and we smiled at each other before he pulled me into a hug. "Hey I'm so glad you could make it," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

I returned his hug, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "I wouldn't miss a good party." I replied, feeling a rush of happiness at being in his arms.

Taking my hand, Lars energetically pulled me into the house, where the air was filled with the thumping bass of music, towards the rest of Metallica standing near the makeshift bar area. They were laughing loudly at some joke when they noticed the both of us approaching.

"Hey guys! Look who's here." Lars announced with a wide smile, pulling me closer to him possessively. His hand still holding mine tightly.

James raised an eyebrow at the sight of our joined hands. A smirk played across his lips as he looked between the two of us knowingly. "Hey Y/N, how you doing? You two look pretty comfortable there."

Kirk and Cliff chuckled knowingly and Lars quickly let go of your hand, his cheeks turning crimson. "Sorry Y/N. Let's get you something to drink, what do you want, beer, shots?"

I looked from our hands to Lars' blushing face. "It's ok...beer would be nice, yea..."

Lars nodded, grateful for the change of subject and hurried off to grab two bottles from the kitchen.

In the meantime, Cliff sidled up beside me with a sly grin. "So, you and Lars, huh? Never thought I'd see the day."

Before I could respond, Kirk chimed in excitedly. "Ooh, dish the deets! How did this happen? Did he finally work up the nerve to talk to you?" His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned in closer.

My thoughts were suddenly all over the place, confusion written all over my face. "Wait, guys, what are you talking about? You seem to get something wrong..."

Just then, Lars returned with the drinks, handing one over to me carefully. He shot his friends a warning glare before they raised their hands in surrender, smirked and wandered off to find James.

I had no clue what was going on with Lars and the sudden assumptions but decided to find out later, feeling the need to get drunk first.

A few drinks later, I stood and mingled with some friends, I couldn't help but steal glances at Lars. He looked handsome as ever, with his feathered hair and easy smile. Seeing him talk to any girl made me feel a pang in my chest, knowing that I could not have him.

Intrigued by the boys' earlier words plus Lars's weird behavior, I decided to ask James about it, when I saw him standing outside by himself, but unfortunately, I only got a snicker and a shrug with the words, "Don't ask me, he needs to tell you himself."

The words echoed in my mind all night as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Could it be possible that Lars felt the same way about me?

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, Lars eventually pulled me aside. He looked nervous, his hands fidgeting with his drink. "Hey, can we talk?"

I nodded before he led me to his room, away from the noise and prying eyes.

"Lars, what's going on with you tonight?" I asked, concern and confusion lacing my voice.

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine. "I have something to tell you," he said. "I was acting weird because...I've been trying to figure out how to tell you something."

"Alright, here goes nothing..."

Lars took another deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say, his heart pounding as he looked into my eyes.

"I...I like you, Y/N. Like, really like you. More than just friends." The words tumbled out in a rush, as if he couldn't hold them back anymore. "I have for a while, but I didn't know how to tell you."

He reached out tentatively, taking my hand in his. His palm was sweaty, betraying his nerves. "I understand if this changes things between us. If you don't feel the same way. But I needed you to know."

Lars held his breath, waiting for my response. I was speechless. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Lars had feelings for me? It was like a dream, too good to be true.

"You... you like me?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with a mixture of shock and uncertainty.

"Yes, Y/N," he replied, his gaze unwavering. Time seemed to stand still as I processed the implications of his words. Had I been so oblivious to his feelings?

"I don't know what to say, Lars," I admitted, my voice barely above a murmur. "I never expected this."

"I understand," he said softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "This is... quite unexpected, I guess."

I took a deep breath and met his gaze. "Lars," I said, my voice filled with a newfound confidence, "I think I feel the same way."

He looked back at me, surprise registering in his eyes. "You do?"

"Yeah I always had a little crush on you to be honest...I just thought you weren't interested in me..."

He looked taken aback for a moment, but then a smile slowly spread across his face. "I had no idea... You're quite good at hiding it, playing it cool, you know."

Lars stepped closer, the gap between us slowly closing. "Maybe I should have been less subtle...and do this." He gently cups my cheek and leans in to press his lips against mine.

The kiss was gentle and slightly hesitant at first, a silent question in his touch. But slowly he deepened it, his other hand coming up to rest at the small of my back, pulling me closer.

Before long, we moved onto the bed, sharing fiery kisses. Lars hand slipped beneath my top, gently caressing my skin. I arched into him, craving more of his touch as he broke the kiss and leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he murmured, "I've wanted this for so long."

"If this is just a dream, don't wake me up." I heard him chuckle and smile before he started to undress me until I was almost left bare, his own clothes following right away.

Lars' lips crashed into mine once again, his body covering mine as he settled between my thighs. His hands circled my breasts as his muscular chest pressed against my soft mounds and his arousal brushed against my belly, a clear indication of the desire coursing through his veins.

As he pulled back from the kiss, his fingers wandered and brushed against my damp panties, making me gasp.

"You sure about this?" Lars' eyes were dark with lust as they locked with mine, a silent promise of the pleasure that awaited and I could only nod, eager for more. "I'm sure."

He smiled and pulled my panties down my legs before his skilled fingers danced along my slick folds, teasing my throbbing clit with feather-light touches that sent jolts of electricity through my body. I arched into his touch, desperate for more contact, more pressure.

He lavished attention on my neck now, peppering kisses along my jaw. My skin prickled with goosebumps as he worked his way down, leaving a trail of heated passion in his wake.

Lars positioned himself between my spread legs, his cock, hard and insistent, prodded at my entrance, seeking permission to claim me fully.

He paused, searching my face for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, but found only lust-filled eyes gazing back at him.

Slowly, deliberately, Lars pushed forward, sinking into my welcoming heat. A soft moan rips from his throat as my walls clench around him, enveloping his shaft in slick, pulsating warmth.

Once he was fully sheathed, Lars stilled, allowing us both to savor the intense sensation of being joined so intimately.

As he began to move, I stared up at him with dreamy eyes before he leans in to kiss me once more, whispering against my lips. "You're utter perfection."

The tenderness of his declaration contrasted beautifully with the passion of his lovemaking. Each deliberate stroke of his cock inside me sent waves of pleasure crashing over my senses. My legs wrap around his waist, urging him deeper, my heels digging into the small of his back.

The world narrowed to the feel of skin on skin, the sound of heavy breathing, and the relentless pulse of our hearts beating as one.

With each stroke, Lars brought me closer to that yearning sensation. "Lars, don't stop."

"Never, babygirl," Lars said, his voice strained with pleasure as he continued to piston in and out of my slick heat. His hips snapped forward with increasing urgency, driving his length deeper into me.

My nails dug into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as the coil of tension in my belly wound tighter and tighter. Every fiber of my being screams for release, begging to be swept away.

"Lars!" I cry out, my voice a desperate whine. "I'm so close!" In response, he angled his thrusts to hit that magical spot within me, sending shockwaves of bliss rippling through my core.

The pressure built, cresting higher and higher, until finally, with a loud moan suppressed by his mouth capturing my lips, I came undone, my body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.

At the peak of my climax, Lars buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he reached his own summit with a passionate moan.

"Oh fuck, that was incredible. "Lars cradled me close, his heart hammering against my chest as he kissed my lips.

Eventually, the storm subsided, leaving us both spent and sated. Lars carefully withdrew, his softened member slipping free with a wet pop. He gathered me into his arms, holding me tightly as we both basked in the warm aftermath of our lovemaking.

"You're amazing, I think I love you..." Lars murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

"I think I love you too..." I mustered a bright smile, and just lay there with him, embracing the warmth of Lars' strong arms, I allowed myself to drift into a peaceful reverie, the pounding music and laughter from below fading into insignificance.

After a while, Lars gently disentangled himself from me. "We should probably get dressed and rejoin the party," he suggested, a hint of reluctance in his tone.

With a sigh, I nodded, knowing he's right. The night was still young, and our friends would surely wonder where you've disappeared to.

"What are we gonna tell the guys?" I asked with a chuckle. "Are we gonna show off?"

"We don't. They knew all along. And yes, we're gonna show off because you're stuck with me now." Lars answered with a smirk.

"Stuck with you, huh? Well, I suppose I can live with that."

OH MY GOD

Embracing Imperfections

Reader is feeling insecure about her body and Kirk is there to tell her how much he loves her body.

Kirk Hammett x Reader ☆ Fluff and tiny bit of smut, body insecurities

Standing in front of the mirror, dressed in a pair of tight cycling shorts, you can't help but feel self-conscious about your thighs. You had been feeling that you had gained some weight recently, and it was starting to affect your confidence. You sigh, running a hand over your curves and wishing you could just magically make them disappear. You turn this way and that, trying to get a better look at yourself from every angle.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should voice your insecurities. But Kirk's comforting presence makes you feel safe, and you decide to open up to him. "Kirk baby," you watch him through the reflection of the mirror as he sits on the edge of the bed. "I feel like I've gained weight, especially in my thighs. I don't feel very attractive right now," she admits, her voice quiet.

Your eyes meet and Kirk smiles at you reassuringly. "You look beautiful, as always," he says and notices your critical expression as your turn around to face him.

"You're perfect just the way you are,"

But despite Kirk's reassurances, you can't shake the feeling of insecurity that has crept into your mind. You've always been conscious of your body, always striving for perfection. And now, with the added pressure of society's unrealistic beauty standards, you can't help but feel like you're falling short.

Kirk looked up into your eyes, placing his hands on the back of your thighs. "Baby, I want you to know something. I think you are so fucking hot and I love every single part of you. And that includes your thighs."

You raise an eyebrow, unsure of where this was going. "I just feel like I've gained some weight lately..." You said, feeling self-conscious.

Kirk shook his head. "You haven't and I don't care about that. To me, you are the most gorgeous woman in the world. And I love every inch of your body, including your thighs. They are strong and soft and just perfect."

You felt a blush spreading across your cheeks. "Really?"

"Really." Kirk said, pulling you closer. "I want you to know that I love you just as you are. And I want to show you just how much."

With that, he pulled you down onto his lap, leaned in and kissed you deeply, bodies pressed together. You could feel the heat and desire building between you as you explored each other's bodies.

Kirk trailed his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He moved lower, his hands caressing your curves as he went.

When he reached your thighs, he paused, looking up at you with a wicked grin. "These are my favorite part of you." He said, before a hand slipped between your legs and he presses a hungry kiss onto your soft lips.

You gasp as he continues to explore your body, his touch setting your skin on fire. You tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him closer as you both lose yourself in the passion of the moment.

As you eventually come together in a rush of pleasure, you knew that Kirk truly did love every part of you. And you felt more confident and beautiful than ever before.

AHHH

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