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[hetfieldsdaddy]

I WANT HIM

𝚂𝙺𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙱𝙾𝚈

My morning was silent, just as any other morning. It was only until my phone rang that I had really realized how quiet my apartment was.

The familiar sound of James' voice was heard from the other line when I picked up, sounding more ecstatic than he normally was. To my surprise, he had called me over learning a new trick on his skateboard. Maybe I thought it was dumb, but I agreed to come over to watch him try it. It just made me excited hearing how giddy he was over some small thing. It was like he was a teenager.

Soon enough, I was sat on the grass in front of his house, watching him try to land his so-called trick he told me about. I was a little afraid he would get hurt, but I just let him go at it.

He lifted his head from his feet, locking eyes with me. "I'll land it. I swear." He reassured me, almost begging me to keep my eyes on him.

"I know, Jamie.. Just go, I'm here all day." I leaned back, putting my weight into my arms while I watched him.

I doubted him landing it a little, but I wanted him to keep trying. I never failed to give him encouragement when he needed it. He seemed to have the hang of it, but seconds tried for the thousandth time, he managed to mistake his footing and fell to his knees. I knew he'd brush it off, but I was still worried about him.

"Shit.. Are you okay, baby?" I rushed to his side, brushing the gravel off of his palms, making sure he wasn't bleeding.

He simply just nodded at my question, pulling his hands away from mine to brush them off on his pants. He looked more frustrated than he was hurt, and it disappointed me. I kept my hand on his shoulder, helping him up to sit on the steps of his house.

He didn't say much, but he eventually slouched his head down for it to rest on my shoulder. I could tell he was upset, but I didn't wanna push him into trying again. I ran a hand through his tousled hair, planting a kiss to his head, mumbling my next words.

"It's okay, Jamie. You'll get it. I know you will." He nodded his head again, tilting his head to look up at me.

"I love you." He nuzzled his head into my neck, giving me a few light pecks before he returned to his slouched position against me.

"Love you too." I was sure he could feel me smiling again his hair, relishing his words. Slowly but surely, the frustration settled, and he had forgotten about his board entirely, whispering sweet little mumbles into my ear.

this was my first time writing smth like this so thank u for reading 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

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v v inspired by my amazing mootie @mustainegf s goth gf hcs go show her some love 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐.

My favorite holiday. The one time of the year I wasn't judged, that I fit in with all these blonde bimbos giving their best attempt at dressing like vampires. This stupid party was full of them, left and right, and I couldn't possibly escape them even if I tried.

I was startled by a voice behind me, the man it came from clearly tipsy. "Quite the costume y'got there.."

I turned around to face him, now seeing this clearly drunken man face to face. Really, I couldn't tell if his little remark was rude or if it was him checking me out, but it didn't matter.

"It's not a costume." I shot back at him, a little more attitude in my voice than I intented there to be.

"Oh, so you're one of those spooky goth chicks, huh?" He gave me another glance up and down, his eyes practically burning holes through my body.

To me, this was like any other encounter. Insults and glares, it was all the same, although.. Really, I didn't think he could be talking, since he didn't have a costume on either.

I let out a soft sigh, hesitating to answer, to give him that snarky response he wanted. Of course, I didn't want it to be backhanded or insulting, but it was. "Guess I am. Don't you have some fake goth girl to go coo at anyway?"

His drunkenness seemed to simmer down with each word he spoke, a hint of flirtiness and desperation hidden behind his words. "Not tonight, no. You're the real goth girl I'm lookin' for."

"Oh, am I?" I simply scoffed at his words, unable to believe them. In my mind, they were untruthful, just.. odd. Unfamiliar to my ears.

Without an invitation, he took my hand and led me away to the middle of the room, swaying to some unfamiliar -yet romantic- love song. He took his time to know every little detail about me, starting with the simple things such as my name and whatnot.. It was a change of pace from all his flirty-talk.

After mere minutes, he had begun to kiss me, a sense of urgency behind it all. He didn't care who saw, if he had makeup plastered across his face, all that mattered was me, surprisingly.

I pulled away with a soft gasp, a look of shock etched on my face. I was speechless, but his name managed to roll out of my mouth breathlessly. "Dave, I.."

Before I could speak again, he interrupted me with a soft nip at my neck. "Shh.. Cmon."

I was taken aback, stumbling behind him while he dragged me into the bathroom. He pinned me up against the wall, his lips lowering to my neck, whispering teases in my ear that seemed to drive me insane.

He grabbed ahold of my hips and propped me up on the counter, slipping my skirt up over my thighs. I couldn't stop him, but regardless, I was enjoying this cat and mouse chase.

"God, you are beautiful.." His mouth dropped to my ear, softly peppering down my neck, stopping at the necklaces laying upon my cleavage.

My eyes fell down to his heaving chest, slowly making their way down to the evident arousal in his jeans. Presumably, he'd keep teasing, but he was just as needy as I was.

He steadily unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, his boxers following, his arousal springing free right in front of my eyes. "God.." I whispered to myself, a vocal thought.. His size surprised me, but.. I didn't have time to just coo over his cock.

He gently trailed his calloused fingers over the lace of my panties, pulling them down my legs, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He met my lips in another soft kiss, sincere and loving with his movements. He pulled away, his forehead resting against mine, looking down to slowly guide his length through my folds. My eyes followed his, earning small gasps from my throat while he continued his thrusts.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nails digging into his shirt, deep enough press through and leave a mark on his skin.. The pleasure was unbearable, each moan stifled by my teeth sinking into my lip.

"They can't hear us, sweetheart. Be as loud as you wanna." He managed to whisper to me through pants, his hands keeping me upright on the counter. Although I still wanted to silence my moans, they couldn't be contained for another minute.

I struggled to pull him closer to me, my hands tangling in his hair, my legs beginning to tense. I was insubstantial, entirely limp as I came. "Oh, god.. Dave, Dave!"

"Fuck, fuck.." The clenching of my walls had sent his following behind me, his head falling to my shoulder as his thrusts came to a stop. He pecked his lips against mine in a gentle manner, brushing my stray hairs out of my face. "You're coming home with me tonight, doll.."

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4 lovely @mustainegf contest 😊

no warnings js fluff enjoy

𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟐.

Excitement coursed my body as I snuggled up on my couch, the fire gently crackling in front of me as I closed my eyes. It felt very festive, in a way, with a blizzard outside and countless families with Christmas decorations up for season.

I was woken from my shallow sleep by a rapping at my door, an unusual sound for such a late time.. I assumed that I was hearing things, but I heard it a second time.

I was hesitant to answer, but it had me a bit worried. What if it was someone looking for shelter - especially with weather like this? The possibility seemed quite low, but in my mind, I needed to answer.

I hustled my way to the front door with my blanket still wrapped around me, slowly and cautiously opening it.. I was met with the sight of Nick standing in front of me, wrapped up in scarves and layers like he was a snowman. I wasn't expecting him one bit, but deep down, I felt a bit of excitement getting to see him.

"Hey," he stated bluntly, giving me a soft smile. His rosy cheeks shined under the warm street lights, causing an almost ethereal glow upon him, despite the way he was dressed. "Sorry I didn't call, I just-.."

I interrupted him suddenly, gently grabbing ahold of his hand, ushering him inside. His hand felt like ice, but it felt like little fireworks were set off in my body once I had touched him. "Forget about that, it's freezing outside.."

He slowly followed behind me, but what I didn't notice was the way that his face had lit up when he had seen me. He looked at me with a fire in his eyes, a childish smile on his lips that I had seen countless times before. It made me love him even more - but the fact was, he had no idea.

When I turned back at him, it was that same look, but he tried to brush it off like it was nothing. I didn't think much of it, but more importantly, I wanted to know why he had come around so late, and with the blizzard outside..

"So, why are you here, again?" I led myself back to my couch, softly sinking into the cushions as I watched him follow.

He didn't say a single word, but instead, he shot me a shit-eating grin and walked back to the counter where he had dropped his jacket. Understandably, I was confused and clueless as to what he was doing. "Cause I got you something." He came back with a small box in hand, presumably a jewlery box, holding it out for me to take.

"Are you serious?" I scoffed a little at his offer, staring up at him with wide eyes. I was surprised, but I finally took it from him - with hesitation.

"Yeah, for Christmas.." He sounded a bit shy admitting it, but I appreciated his efforts.

A wide smile played on my lips, only a small show of the love I felt for him. I tackled him into a hug, giggling a little as I felt his arms wrap around me. "Thank you, Nick.."

Before I pulled away, I pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, and I could feel his face burn beneath my lips. He looked back at me with a shy grin, hesitantly letting me go before he spoke once again.

"Guess I should get going, huh?" He shoved his hands into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders as he eyed back at me.

"No, no, no, no.. You are not leaving in weather like that." I insisted, grabbing his arm and tugging him down onto the couch.

He just laughs at my persistence, leading himself down beside me, the couch sinking beneath him as he sat down.

We had been speaking for hours about everything and nothing all at once, and it brought me a sense of joy. One that a little kid gets around Christmas, that feeling when you can't seem to sleep for even a second. It was somehow nostalgic, in the midst of it all.

He interrupted after a while, taking a deep breath to settle from our giggles. "Hey, do you want something to drink?"

I wasn't so sure as to why he was asking, but regardless, all the talking was making my throat dry. "Yeah, sure. There should be some hot chocolate somewhere.."

Sometimes, I felt like he knew my house better than I did, and it amazed me quite a bit. He treated me like the guest, despite him being the one coming over..

He came back after a while, being careful not to drop the glass, holding it out to me. In the process of grabbing it, our fingers brushed across each other. Just like before, it felt like small fireworks had gone off in my body, and it made my heart pound against my ribs.

"Careful, it's hot.." He warned me, and I simply nodded my head at his words. Maybe he didn't see it as much, but it was a kind act of service in my eyes.

Again, we got lost in our words, and we continued our conversation where it had left off. My time with him was spent well, despite how fast it seemed to fly by. The fire was beginning to die down, much like the energy left in my body. Only the embers were left, and I took it as a sign to head off.

"Hey, I think I'm gonna head to bed.. You can stay the night. You can join me in bed, if you want.. I mean.. the couch isn't very comfy.." As embarrassing as it was to offer such a thing to him, that feeling quickly faded away when he nodded his head in agreement.

Soon enough, I was climbing into my sheets, with Nick following slowly behind. For some odd reason, I couldn't seem to fall asleep, even if I closed my eyes for what felt like an eternity. Maybe it was the pit in my stomach, the way I felt so nervous with him right next to me. It was an indescribable feeling, but somehow, so familiar.

I could hear him stirring beside me, and I quickly shut my eyes in hopes he wouldn't catch me awake. Presumably, it worked since his stirring had come to a stop.. But there was one thing that surprised me. In spite of me pretending to be asleep, he believed it, and he draped an arm over my waist. It finally dawned on me that he felt the same about me as I did him, and he was waiting for the right moment, which happened to be now.

"I love you, goodnight.." He softly mumbled into my ear, pulling himself closer to me, his lips gently pressing against my cheek as I had done to him.

I hesitated to respond, but I knew if I didn't take this chance for granted, I would never have it again.

"I love you too, Nick." I mumbled through my smile, carefully turning around for my eyes to meet his own. My lips met his, and it felt like the world had come crashing down around us. For once, it wasn't the saddening fireworks, and it was an exciting one. "Goodnight."

[hetfieldsdaddy]

Final Goodbye pt 2.

pelle ohlin | mayhem | morbid

Two years gone by. Everyone was passing away left to right. From parents to siblings then friends. Øystien passed away 3 months ago. It's painful, but knowing what he did to Pelle was even worse. I forgiven him before he died but he probably didn't give a shit. Everything about him changed once Pelle died. But he was still a close friend. That wasn't going to change.

Norway was shitty so the same year I moved back to Sweden. I was very close to his family and friends so it was heartbreaking for them when I told them. They were waiting for him to visit again, never happened. His grave was filled with flower, dead animals and things he would've loved from fans. Its heartwarming to know strangers from all over the world cared for him. The love was never going to end.

As I sat down by my window, I had recently re-found all of Pelles old work and letters. But one letter caught my attention. It was a bit hard to read the handwriting as the ink was slowly fading away, luckily the paper wasn't crumbled or messed up. A bit of dried blood was splattered. My name was the first word. 

It read.

I am happy for the decision I made tonight. Nothing was going to change this, no one can stop me. Not even you. Thank you for all the great things you given me. I will never forget you. Hope you won't forget me either. Enjoy life with a family.

 See you soon,

Pelle. 

I grabbed a lighter, tempted to burn the letter. But decided to just keep it until I die.

This was a wake up call.

It was time to move on and start fresh. 

So that's what I did.

pt. 1

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Final Goodbye.

Pelle Ohlin | Mayhem | Morbid

Life was miserable in Norway. Currently unemployed and my place was simply shitty. Only person who could make me feel better would be Pelle. I remember our conversation the night before, he was acting like his old self. It was strange but felt amazing. 

It was late in the afternoon and I decided to give them a visit. Knocked on the door three times but no answer. Weird, Pelle was usually in his room and Oystien was in the living area. After a bit, I heard Oystien come down the stairs, opening the door. He was holding a camera? "Hey..." everything was weird made me nauseous.

"Why are you holding a camera? Wheres Pelle?" Oystien quickly put the camera down and stopped me from doing anything. "Shit. Listen to me okay? Listen. Do not. Do. Not. Go upstairs or anything." I furrowed your brows and wanted to disobey him. "Why-" "because I said so." He huffed and went to his room for a split second. 

Ignoring his warning I walked upstairs either way opening Pelles room door. "Hey! Stop!" Life is miserable. No life is hopeless. I just sat there crying. Nothing was going to bring him back. Why didn't I help him? Why wasnt I able to stop him? Why? Eventually all my tears flowed out, I kissed his hand and his necklace. Then went through his desk to keep any of his works. Before some dumbass would burn it or throw it all away in the future. 

"He better be buried properly." Last words I said to Oystein. Nothing more and nothing less. 

"Pelle. I miss you." I smiled softly. "Me too..sometimes I miss our childhood days. But at the same time not really. Dont you?" "Yeah." "Next time you and me will be happily married. No band. No worries." Tears threatened to fall. "That sounds..perfect." "you're perfect. I would love to be with you for an eternity." "Me too." 

The last perfect conversation.

pt 2.

[hetfieldsdaddy]

back from hiatus. lord👅😈🙈

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yeetallihaw w some discord friends ^_^

dave, james, kirk, and cliff’s (partially) designs r not by me

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i have returned to tumblr… but i come with QUESTIONS!! would anyone be interested in a metallica roleplay? i was thinking about starting a group with this other person, and i was wondering if anyone would actually want to😞😞😞

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Step brother James x Reader where they’re having sex late at night and he has a CRAZY praise kink and has to hold her mouth shut so no body hears them :3

BABE WAKE UP HETFIELDSDADDY POSTED!!! also yes i am getting to everyones requests theres alot 😞👍 but they are coming metallica nation. enjoy this one for now 💪

I hated my step-brother. I hated the mischievous looks he’d give me from the other side of the dinner table whilst we sat beside our parents. I hate how he stole all my things. I hated that every time I laid eyes on him, I had to push down the arousal and need I felt towards him. It had all started when he moved back in with us, after his stupid band project backfired and he needed somewhere to stay; he was stupid, jobless, and broke.

Obviously, my Dad and Step-mom sympathised with him. I just found it annoying. He was a few years older, yet acted like a little kid, always treating me with playful meanness like I was his biological sister. If that was the case, I’d probably kill myself immediately.

Our whole family sat at the dinner table, silently eating whatever burnt meal Dad had prepared for us, James only just walking down the stairs after being called umpteen times. I played with my food, eyes fixed on James as he sat down next to me.

He looked beside him, taking in my appearance before resting the side of his face on his palm. I took a small bite of my food, trying to atleast pretend I was enjoying the crime against humanity on my plate. I nearly choked on my food as I felt a hand run up my thigh, my face flushed as my eyes darted around the room, gaze then fixing on James. He gave a small smirk in return, parents too busy talking about.. whatever it is they constantly ran their mouths about.

I cleared my throat, “I.. uh— May I be excused?” I said, legs tensing up. “What? You’ve hardly touched your food.” Dad says, a small frown on his face, “I’ll eat it later, I’m just- not hungry right now.” I quickly rose from my seat, brushing James’ hand off of my thigh as I did so. I sped upstairs, closing my bedroom door behind me tightly and pressing my back against it, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

It was getting increasingly harder to ignore what he did to me. I clambered into bed, laying my head on the pillow and just making an attempt to sleep off the confusion.

I only managed to get about an hours worth of sleep, when I was suddenly awoken by fingers brushing along my shoulder. I jolted up, the room pitch black. “Shh.” A familiar voice shushed me, putting his hand over my mouth.

“James??” I spoke, speech muffled by the palm of his hand. He pulled his hand away, pulling the sheets off of me and leaning over, hands rested at both sides of my head. “James, I don’t—“ I could hardly believe what was happening. Was this even real? Was I even awake? James’ breath hitched, a hint of regret in his expression.

He took his hands away, moving to get off of me, but I quickly stopped him and held him in place. “Stop it. I want.. this.” My tone of voice was flustered. It felt strange to be admitting that, but it felt good to know he felt the same way about me. “I think Dad’s still awake..” He whispered, gaze shifting to my bedroom door. I reached up and turned his head back to look at me, “Then we’ll just have to be quiet..” I mumble, pulling him down slightly to press my lips against his. He deepened the kiss, rubbing my waist and groaning into my lips.

He pulled away, “Fuck.. I need you.” He muttered, his voice shaking slightly. “I’m right here..- Please.” I gripped onto his shoulders tightly, stomach dropping when he rolled down my shorts and underwear, admiring my body beneath him. I quickly reached down, undoing the clothes on his bottom half and desperately pulling them off. He laughed quietly, “Someone’s eager..” James mumbled, voice hardly above a whisper.

He lifted me upwards and onto his lap, holding me in place by my waist and littering my neck with bites and kisses, before lining himself up with my pussy, sliding himself inside suddenly and without warning. I cried out loudly, only to have a quick hand cover my face. He slides it further in, my moans of pleasure muffled against the palm of his hand. Once he had allowed me to adjust, he moved his hand away.

I slumped over him, body leant against his chest and hear rested in the nape of his neck. “That’s— so good.. you feel so good inside me..” He jolted and let out a grunt upon hearing what I had said. Clearly, he enjoyed the praise. He thrusted up into me, arms wrapped around my waist to hold my body close to him. “James, you’re doing so good..” I cooed into his neck, one of his arms pulling off my body so he could press his palm to my mouth again. “Fuck.. be quiet..”

He whispered, speeding up his pace slightly; he was clearly unable to hold back. I whined against his hand, moving my hips back and forth to meet his thrusts. I shivered as he twitched inside of me, pulling my head away from his hand and leaning into his ear, “Please do it inside me.. don’t pull out.” I said firmly, his grip on me tightening when he fucked me faster. It felt strangely good. I had sex before, but it never felt like this, it was strange that my step-brother managed to be the one to please me, of all people. “I’m gonna cum..” He mumbled into my ear, voice trembling and tainted with desperation.

I cried out as he took ahold of my waist, pushing me down onto it and filling me up to the brim. I tried my best to stay quiet, but it was hard, quiet moans escaping my lips. He pulled out, laying me down on the bed and pulling his boxers up before laying down next to me. “That was— good..” I whispered. “They definitely heard us, though.” He replied.

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I was reading what you don’t write and like…wtf is scat?😭

shit

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getting around to the last few requests now, and im in a writing mood wink wink.. feel free to shoot reqs freaksters

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ABOUT ME

My name’s Kel, I use he/him pronouns and I’ve been writing for a good few years now; probably around 5 years of writing fanfiction.. lol. I don’t just write fanfics, I also roleplay, so if anyone’s interested in that then shoot me a message and I’ll get back to you.

REQUESTING

things I will not write:

scat

watersports

too big of an age gap

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i’m always looking for mutuals or new friends so don’t be afraid to msg me :)

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[hetfieldsdaddy]

OK not a request but what's ur fav Metallica song?? :]

this is probably the hardest question ever. but personally, my favourite metallica songs are sad but true, moth into flame, battery and their s&m live performance of enter sandman 🤓

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hhiii ! do you write for jason ? if so , something with sub jason if youre comfy with that ? praise kink please 🙏

NGHH jason😋 for this one i did male reader, so enjoy :))

I came home after work, spotting Jason stood in the kitchen, leant against the countertop, beer in hand. I smirked to myself, slipping my jacket off and placing my bag down at the front door. I walked into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around him from behind and pressing a kiss onto the back of his neck. “Miss me?” I mumbled into his skin as I began littering kisses along the back of his shoulder. He rolled his eyes, staying silent and letting the occasional cut off whine slip out from his lips.

I pulled away, stretching as I grabbed a drink from the fridge, only then noticing Jason’s flushed face. “Whats.. wrong?” I step a little closer, leaning against the counter and moving his hair out of his face. I knew something was wrong when he didn’t give me his usual attitude the minute I entered the room. “..I need you.” He mumbled underneath his breath, I cocked my head to the side, “I’m sorry? Need me to what?”

He glared at me, taking a long pause before speaking up again in that same shaky voice, “I need you to fuck me. Please.” I raised my brows, unsure of how to react to his sudden request, but it was getting more and more difficult to ignore the tightness in my work trousers. I put my drink down, gripping onto his wrist tightly and dragging him to our bedroom, slamming the door behind me and pushing him down onto the bed.

I unbuttoned my shirt and climbed ontop of him, pressing my lips tightly against his as I rubbed his waist, sliding my tongue into his mouth and undoing his trousers as quickly as I could. “W-Wait..- Slow down-“ He mumbled against my lips, “You’ll take what I give you..” I grunt out, wrapping his legs around my waist as I undress myself, erect cock springing out from my boxers. I look back at him, his flustered face causing me to throb with desperation. I wanted nothing more than to break him. “You’re so adorable like this..” I mutter as I lean over to grab a bottle of lube from the side table, applying some to my index and middle finger.

I rubbed my fingers up against his entrance, watching him squirm beneath me. “Stop teasing me.. just—“ He paused to let out a groan, “Just do it already..” I laugh and prod myself up against him, hissing as I pushed myself inside of him. “F-Fuck..” I moan out, leaning over him and placing my hands of both sides of his head, setting out an even pace and thrusting inside him slowly. He lets out a long whine, back of his hand covering his face as he looks up at me with those same pleading eyes from before.

I grunt and lower my head, breathing heavily against his skin as his insides clenched around my cock. I placed gentle kisses against his skin, nipping at all the sensitive parts on the nape of his neck. “So perfect..You’re doing so good, baby..” I mumble. “Please.. more. More..” He whimpers into my ear, wrapping his arms around my neck. I speed up, the tip of my member hitting all the right spots, earning shrill whines and moans from Jason. He always knew how to please me.

This was the side of him nobody but me could see, more importantly have to myself. I move my hand down and start pumping his cock to the same pace as my thrusts, feeling him throb and twitch in my hand. “Good boy.. such a good boy.” I whisper into his ear as his legs tense around me. “I can’t— you’re gonna make me cum..!” He cried out, body jolting as he clung onto me tightly.

I couldn’t help but find it adorable, “It’s okay. Cum for me, baby..” I mumbled, my voice gruff. “Fuck..! Mmh!!” He moaned loudly one final time, orgasming and shooting his load all over himself. I came soon after, a wave of exhaustion creeping over me as I looked down at him with a hazy expression. I lean down, licking the cum off of his stomach and then placing a gentle kiss on his chest. “Tell anyone about this and you’re dead to me..” I simply laugh, pulling out and laying down next to him.

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hello elena…. 😈 can you PLLLEAAASE do reader x submissive kirk pegging 🙏

GUYSSS THIS REQ WAS MADE BY MY LOVELY FRIEND KEL!!! SHE WRITES SUCH GOOD STUFF GO CHECK HER OUT!!!!! @hetfieldsdaddy

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄 ¹⁹⁸⁵

One night, after a very intimate conversation, Kirk kind of awkwardly mentioned that he wouldn't mind being pegged. So I decided to make it an occasion filled with love and trust, because I knew he would be nervous.

I had everything ready, a comfortable soft harness and a medium sized, silicone strap-on. As I was putting the harness around my waist, I could observe Kirk taking a very cautious interest. He was breathing quicker with every move, cock twitching in eagerness.

"Are you okay with this, baby?" I cooed in a whisper of a voice, softening my gaze as I watched him.

He nodded, his voice sounding a shivery but insanely determined. "Y-yes, I'm ready—I w-want this".

I just smiled warmly and leaned down to kiss him gently. "You're so brave, Kirk. I'm so proud of you."

I readied him slowly. I knelt between his legs and applied ample lube to the silicone and his entrance, taking my time to do it properly so he would be relaxed and prepared. My fingers worked gently, massaging and stretching him carefully, freeing soft moans from his lips.

"Does that feel alright?" I asked slowly, rubbing up his thigh to remind him that I was here, no matter what.

Kirk mumbled a soft whimper, his eyes closing as he nodded. "Yeah… that feels good. Just please… go slow."

"Of course, baby. I'll take care of you," I whispered, kissing his thigh.

He gasped when finally just the tip of the strap on was applying pressure to his opening. I paused to let him adjust, my hand softly caressing his hip. Gradually, I pushed in, feeling him tense but then slowly relax as I entered him.

"Oh, God…" he groaned, his hands gripping the sheets and almost ripping them.

"You're doing so well, Kirk..." I whispered, voice drenched with total love.

Continuing, finding a slow, steady rhythm, Kirk's moans very quickly grew in intensity. He was not in the least bit explicit with the sensations, every slight bit or piece of pleasure he felt.

"That feels so fucking good," he hissed, face shoved into the pillow as his tummy arched from the mattress. "Please, please, don't stop..."

"You're taking it so well, Kirky. I'm so proud of you, for being such a good boy," I murmured, my hands caressing his thighs and hips as I fucked his hole for the first time.

"Oh fuck, yes!" he cried out as I continued to thrust, his body bowing upwards with each pump. "You feel so good inside me!"

I smiled wickedly, feeling my own arousal building as I watched him squirm beneath me, and take it so well for his first time. Kirk was always so vocal during sex, but tonight he seemed especially eager to express himself.

"Talk dirty to me, baby... What are you feeling?" I urged, my pace quickening as I picked up speed, pushing in a little further, hoping to find his sweet spot.

He gave in without hesitation, his words falling out. "You're so fucking- ngh! You're filling me up- s..so good!" He paused for a second, his breath faltering. "I can feel it stretching... me open... Oh god, yes!"

As he continued to beg for more, I reached down and wrapped my hand around his erection. Kirk's eyes rolled back in ecstacy as I began to stroke him, matching the beat of his pleasure.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he shouted, his body tensing and shaking beneath me.

"Good boy," I cooed softly, encouraging him to let go and cum.

Finally, after just seconds of his announcement, Kirk's orgasm smacked him. He cried out as his seed spilled onto the mattress below us, coating it in his hot, sticky cum.

I could feel his muscles spasming around the dildo, his pleasure so thick it brought a few stray tears to his eyes.

He panted, and I slowly pulled out very gently, removing the harness and setting it aside before climbing onto the bed and gathering his shaky form into my arms, holding him close.

"You did so well, baby. I'm so proud of you, so proud," I mumbled before kissing his forehead.

We laid there for a while, snug in each other's arms. He let a hand rest across my chest, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on the upper flesh of my breasts.

"I love you," he murmured, his voice soft and sweet like it always was.

"I love you too, honey," I smiled, knowing he was my everything.

[hetfieldsdaddy]

After the accident and the death of Cliff

[hetfieldsdaddy]

So I read the story about caching james jerking off

Lets reverse that

James catches the reader touching herself watching a tape of him performing

i love this idea sm… ask and u shall receive! (nsfw warning)

James had just arrived back from Metallica’s tour around Europe. He was exhausted, but for some reason, that didn’t stop him from going out with his bandmates to the bar. His drinking had become a problem, but I tried to brush it off. I sat on the bed in our room, having just tidied up the mess he made when he came home the previous night. I huffed and rolled over onto my side, spotting James’ unpacked suitcase dumped in the corner of the room. Great, I thought to myself. Could he be any less inconsiderate?

I stood up and groaned, placing the luggage on the bed and unzipping the case, taking out all his dirty clothes whilst I wrinkled my nose in disgust, folding them into a pile. I paused, my gaze landing on two tapes in the case. I quirked an eyebrow, “The hell..?” I took them out, sitting down on the mattress and reading the text that was printed on the front. ‘Metallica EU 1992.’

I stood up and walked to the VHS player beneath the TV, sliding the tape inside and hitting play, sitting back down on the bed. It was just a plain old tape of one the band’s concerts, but for some reason, when the camera landed on James, my stomach dropped. I couldn’t shake off the arousal. The way his strong arms gripped his guitar sent shivers down my spine; in that moment I wanted nothing more than those hands all over my body.

I subconsciously lowered my hand into my underwear, leaning back against the headboard as I rubbed two fingers against my clit, letting out soft whines as I stared at the TV screen. I moved one hand up to my chest, cupping my breast, “James..!” I moaned out his name, as if he was the one doing this to me.

I was so lost in my own pleasure that I almost didn’t take notice of James stood in the doorway of our bedroom, a shocked expression on his face, and even more shockingly enough, completely sober. “What’re you?—“ He spoke up. I gasped, fingers still rubbing against my pussy as the tape played loudly. “Fuck— Get out!!” I yelled desperately, unable to stop myself from continuing. For some odd reason, his presence and the feeling of his eyes fixed on me as I did something so private and intimate only turned me on more. I covered my mouth with the back of my hand as I orgasmed, legs twitching as I threw my head back. “Mmf.. fuck..”