Dimebag Darrell - Blog Posts

Super Sick article from the autographed mag I got a Doc’s Records in Texas. My uncle partied with them back in the 80s, RIP Dimebag

So jealous of men rn because I could absolutely rock a nu metal goatee or something. Why aren’t guys doing this anymore you’re wasting your potential.

I LOVE DIMEBAG SO MUCH

i want his hair HEHE (rip😞). Idk i wanted to show to you my pic of him on the wall👹

when in doubt, dime that shit out

that airtime is something serious though, he tryna escape the Floods?????

Vulgar Display of Power

a rough phil anselmo short oneshot

𖤐 phil decides to humble you in front of a more than intrigued dimebag darrell 🎸

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forced submission; rough, degradation, slight dacryphillia, implied spanking, voyeurism. in short, ragdoll reader!

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"Goddamn, dude. Fucking look at her."

You hear the gruff voice of your lovely and brooding Phil Anselmo growl out above you. All you could hear was echoes and rings by this point. Vision tainted through teary eyes, smudged mascara stains both your face, and the comforter below you. You were currently being absolutely drilled into from behind, laying damn near flat on the hotel bed; with one arm roughly pinned to your back, and your hair tightly wrapped around a large fist, restricting you from even daring to jerk away from him. Drool was pooling from your mouth as your oh-so quivery cries of both pain, and pleasure were bountiful and uncontrolled. Your throat felt raw.

Your lover was indicating how miserable he'd successfully made you look, and all in front of his very intrigued bandmate—Dimebag, who was watching the scene unfold from the couch directly set in front of the bed—your average hotel suite setup. He has a hand down his unzipped, cargo-like shorts, massaging himself; a black baseball cap on, his fluffy curls waterfalls down, and the look on his face tells all.

"Droolin' like a fuckin' mutt, I tell ya." Dime comments with a low grunt following after. His eyes trace the way your body lays out on the bed beneath the focused, sweaty, frontman. The way you're trampolining the mattress due to Phil's strong and steady pace into you, Dime appreciates the crimson bruises on your backside given to you several minutes ago, only worsening with every skin slapping thrust from his bandmate. They just craved to see your ass jump and wear—Phil giving you that nice little "punishment" to warm you up earlier—in which you didn't know which had gotten redder, your face from embarrassment, or your backside. The stinging added more pleasure-pain to your current predicament. They loved to see how pushed your limits were, seeing you cry, hearing you helplessly whimper, seeing how ruined you were all over.

You can't even chalk up a coherent sentence due to all of this stimulation, all you can do is make pathetic little noises. Your relatively smaller frame to Phil's large and threatening one berates you physically, and you know you can't fight against him. Your neck is shooting pain from how tight he's holding your head up; had your head fell, you would have been somewhat hanging off the foot of the bed, showing greatly your tiredness and defeat. Dime's eyes greet yours yet again, and he gives you a smug expression, making you slightly resent the both of the guys more and more for taking you like this.

You feel Phil's hand leave your pinned arm and he pulls out temporarily, letting out whispered and broken curses as he starts to reposition you two. His other hand still tightly held on to your hair. With one hand, he reaches under you to palm your lower stomach and guide your lower half upwards to line up with his hips, rubbing at your clit on the way, sending harsh chills through your body. By this time, you were on your way to your third orgasm of the session. Phil made it a promise to wear you out tonight.

Now in a doggy position, he drags you back further into the center of the bed, and shoves your head down into the mattress, he lets out a very teasing laugh as he lands a smack on your raw backside, making you chirp. "You're giving ole' Dime here a good show..." He groans as he trails his nicely sized package up and down your slit. You say nothing as you pant, trying to calm your breath down to speed. All you hear is a distant chuckle from a more than pleasured Dimebag, then a sharp smack to your ass breaks the air, your whimper loudly following. "So fucking pathetic. You see this shit?" Phil chortles, squeezing one of your cheeks, "Shut the fuck up." he lets go of your hair and his hand meets his other at your hip.

"Nah, dude. Rev her up. Let me hear her." Dime persists, his free hand reaching to his half drunken beer on the table beside him, then proceeding to take a swig. With this, Phil snakes his hand through your legs to your soaked center once again, and rubs your swollen valley. This action is just the thing you need to ride you to number four, making you purr against the comforter like a tigress in heat. He concentrates on your bud as he speeds it up, you feel more of your own slick painting your inner thighs and drooling onto the bed, Phil talking you through it, spewing curses like a mad man.

"Thaaaaat's it. Yeah, you fucking like that shit don't you?"

He draws uneven circles with heavy, coarse fingers, and you ache and quiver with absolute pleasure, anticipating your next comedown. Moans slipping your vocal chords as your teeth are clamped against eachother.

"Goddamn, that's what I like to hear." Dime grunts, enjoying every last second of this. You hear him mention something about how he regrets leaving his camera on the tour bus. "Can't wait to put that pretty little mouth to good use." He muttered brashly. Nervous butterflies overtake you atop of shameful anticipation.

You feel Phil's other hand cup at your ass again, spreading you apart, he spits at your slit and continues to violate you, chuckling once again. "That's it, bitch. Fuck, 'love seeing you like this." The words rush to your core, you know this is wrong, but you just can't seem to help yourself. This is the first time that phil has gotten you humbled like this, and this is the first and only time that he has done you like this for an audience; not like you're completely opposed to it anyway, just a little humiliated to say the least. "Gonna fuck you dumb."

Your thoughts and slow burning pleasure were then again interrupted by Phil suddenly stopping his motions, hand grabbing at your waist, and the other pumping himself, then guiding back to your entrance. You brace yourself as he breathlessly sighs his way back into you. You bite the comforter as he mercilessly fucks his way back into a punishing pace with no warning. His animalistic grunts filling up the room clashing with your helpless songs of pleasure. Hands hold onto your waist, easily crashing you back into him, good and hard.

You challengingly try to pull yourself away a little bit, catching him off guard at first, to which is almost immediately shut down by Phil dragging you right back to him; his hands now firmly set in place on your hips, practically digging into you. He doesn't stop, or seem to slow down. His commanding tone shakes you, "Where you goin'? You stay right fucking here." and lands you another crisp smack to your ass. You're left powerless, and flustered all over, and you quickly feel yourself nearing your next summit.

Shame is farrrrrrrr out the window, and the night is farrrrrrrr from over.

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Phil and Darrell

Phil Anselmo and Dimebag Darrell PART 2

Pantera (Glam Era) 🔥

Phil and Darrell

Y'all, give me phil/dime or dave/david ideas,, send them on asks and I'll see what I do !!!

I'm open to smut, angst, fluff, anything pretty much :3

PHIL AND DIMEBAGGGG AMBATAKUMMM,,, i have another phil/dime fic idea, might post this week as well. Now, real freaky pantera yaoi bellow

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Phil Anselmo/Dimebag Darrell

Summary:

After Phil loses a fight in a bar, him and Dime head back to Dime's place to patch up and cool off. After a little talk, the sight of blood on Phil's face is a real turn on for Dime, and one thing leads to another and they end up getting caught fucking in the kitchen by Vinnie.

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1990

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65984050

I finally posted some smut, IT'S PANTERA RRAAAHHH, I recently started hyperfixating on them and I couldn't let go of this gold oportunity to write some doomed yaoi.

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Phil Anselmo/Dimebag Darrel

Summary:

Dime flopped down on the bed next to him, half on his stomach, head turned sideways as he lit what was probably their fifth joint since the encore. He took a slow drag and exhaled toward the ceiling. “Y’know... I give a mean back massage.”

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1998

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64708957