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He has NO BUSINESS looking this handsome just from the back

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Seriously the babiest

cutest babies

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A snack

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Backseat Paradise ☼ James Hetfield (18+)

The press of your boyfriend's steel studded rings feels cool against your cloying and clothed back and waist as his wide palms beckon you even closer to him, the heels of your bare feet beginning to lift off of the scalding hot pavement beneath you as he leans back against his car. Blue, mischievous filled eyes peer down at you as you try to glare up at him, an affectionate smile taking over your expression as you're insistently molded up against him. Your oversized jean jacket falls down your shoulders during James' playful movements, leaving you in only your bikini top and denim skirt as he pushes it further down your forearms and tugs it off from around your wrists. Before you can protest and go to bend down to retrieve it, a gentle and sweet kiss is pressed to your lifted lips and a calloused hand comes up to grip the nape of your neck in a firm caress and hold.

"Remind me why you can't come over to mine again?" James asks you, his voice coming out muffled as he teasingly runs his cheeky grin up and down your sun kissed jawline. You purse your lips and bite back a groan as his thumb grazes a sensitive patch of skin, your eyelids nearly fluttering shut as one of his canines latches itself onto the side of your neck and delicately presses itself into the welcoming and overheated flesh of it. You raise a hand to grasp onto one of his wrists as his mouth fully descends down and onto your clavicle, the firm grip on your neck coming in handy as he tilts your head to the side for better and easier access.

The background sounds of the melody coming from James' car's radio and your mutual friends partying in the yard only a few meters behind you become white noise, as a hickey is sucked into the skin surrounding your collarbone and the hand around your waist begins to dip lower.

"Owed our friends a little get together, to make up for all the times I kept bailing on them to spend time with you." You try to tease, your tone of voice ending in a whine as he fully leans back and sits on the driver's sides rolled-down window space, his mouth detaching from your now bruising skin with an audible pop as he does so. James bares you a wolfish grin as you try to compose yourself, your chest unsteadily rising and falling as arousal pools in your gut from just the simple teasing of his mouth alone.

"I don't think our friends would mind very much if I took you away by now," James tuts, his hand lightly patting the plump arch of your ass as he momentarily takes his eyes off of you. You follow his line of sight and breathe out a huff of laughter as you find half of your guys' friends fully inebriated, the other half of them following close behind and stumbling instead of dancing. James' lips inadvertently quirk up at the sound that pillows out of you, the grip on your neck loosening to trail down and caress the bottom half of your spine instead. "So, what do you say? Come home with me."

You glance over at him and playfully squint your eyes as he fixes his expression to look innocent, your heart restlessly pacing in your chest as you catch and digest the intended change from his earlier words. "You play dirty, Hetfield." You muse, scoffing and shoving at his shoulders as he continues to play ignorant and meek. You let up once he pinches at the dimpled skin of your back and let out a squeal as he steadies his hand on the base of your spine and fully lifts you off the ground. Dread temporarily fills you as he leans down to grab at your jacket with just one hand keeping you upright and on him, you nearly turning into the position of beginning a cartwheel and James cackling out a laugh as you tightly grip onto the chest of his own denim.

James haphazardly tosses your jacket into the window closest to the back seat, before placing your feet on top of his and walking you over that way to the passenger's side. You loosen your grip on his jacket once you two make it over safely, and you end up watching delightfully as a blush brightly blazes your boyfriend's cheeks after you give him a grateful kiss, once he opens the door for you and lifts you up once again to slide you in. "Such a gentleman." You mirthfully praise, fully taking advantage of the temporary upper hand you know you'll lose as soon as you two make it home, or at least past the doorway.

James sends the few friends of yours coherent enough to say goodbye to the two of you a wave, before hastily opening his own door and making his way into the driver's sides seat. You stretch your arm out over the long one-seater of the front half of the car to tug the damp and sweat laden collar of his jacket off and away from his neck, grazing your thumb against the exposed skin as he sends you a grateful smile and tries to place the key into the ignition. You silently raise an eyebrow as you watch his hand slightly stammer and tremor in place, before successfully finding the insert. You go to ask him if he's alright, before pausing and widening your eyes as they travel down and find purchase on the obvious and painful looking erection, pressing down and against the zipper of his skintight and constricting jeans.

Self-gratification overflows though you as you realize that he's as on edge as you are, your lower limbs tensing up and closing shut as his cologne and natural scent permeates and surrounds you once he closes his own door and begins to shift gears. A warm and calloused palm engulfs your tanned left leg to slide you over and closer to him, your boyfriend grinning to himself as you gasp out loud and your legs subconsciously and automatically open at his touch. You narrow your eyes and then you grin to yourself, before sliding one of your own hands over and onto his thigh and gripping the meat closest to his groin, a perverse and fulfilled grin overtaking your features as he jumps in his seat and begins to fidget, his foot almost narrowly missing the accelerator as your fingertips lightly tap themselves against his oversensitive and pulsating ballsack.

You send him an innocent smile as he glares over your way, before carefully starting to drive forward. His glare saying, wait until we get home, and your smile responding with, two can play that game.

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Your raise your free hand to wipe at the sweat collecting itself on the precipice of your right eyebrow, fighting back your own annoyance at the upcoming holiday traffic you two are currently stuck in. "Looks like we aren't getting back to your place as soon as we had hoped for." You lightly say in the now quiet and tense silence impeding itself in the car, nudging your shoulder against your downtrodden boyfriend's as his fingers whiten with his tight hold around the steering wheel.

"The only reason I came out today was so that I could come pick you up and get to spend the night with you, before the rest of the band and I have to pack up and travel across state for another venue tomorrow afternoon." James grits out harshly, his head reeling back to rest against the headrest behind him with a thud, eyes absentmindedly looking forward as the line of cars in front of the two of you continuously refuses to move. Guilt begins to weigh you down and you slightly curl into yourself for comfort, the movement catching the attention of your boyfriend and causing him to wrap an arm around your bare shoulders as soon as he catches sight of you in his peripheral vision.

"This isn't your fault, babe. The concerts got pushed forward a week in advance because of the weather and the quick selling of the tickets, and you didn't even know I had to leave so early until now," James frets over you as you rapidly try to blink back tears of frustration, only feeling slight relief once you lean into his touch rather than backing away or out of it. "I'm not upset with you at all. I'm just feeling like shit because I have to leave again so soon, and I've barely even been at home or with you these past few months, and that's where I want to be."

You entangle your fingers in his and sigh out a watery exhale, resting your head against his bicep and sending him a wilted smile as he looks down at you, filled with worry. You go to reassure him that you're alright, before halting as your eyes catch an empty and isolated parking spot on the outskirts of the side of the road.

"Pull over." You breathe out, using your joined hands to point over to the parking spot that's underneath a handful of yellow-orange leaved trees. James furrows his eyebrows in confusion but decidedly agrees with you, and somehow manages to find enough space to maneuver his way around the overabundant number of cars surrounding his own, and haphazardly makes his way into the spot you had just pointed out.

"Why exactly did we get out of the traffic we were nearly already halfway through?" James asks you, his frustration at himself and the situation now long gone, with amusement now filling the entirety of his tone as he takes in your newfound excitement. "Look around." You simply say, causing him to scrunch his nose and twist the key in the ignition to turn off the engine. James squints his eyes but can't see much through the overgrown out and slumped tree branches collecting themselves around the roof of the car. Their lived in limbs rest themselves just inches above the top of the car and hide the windows from any outside eyes and onlookers, only short and beautiful colored beams of light from the fourth of July set ups on lampposts making their way through the protective leaves of the trees.

"Baby, I know I always say I love your imagination, but this might be a little too much." A laugh titters its way from in between your lips, and James watches you incredulously as you hike your skirt up and climb your way to the backseat. You rest your arms near his still outstretched one and nod your head towards the clock still operating on the top of his car's dashboard, your feet on the seat behind you unintentionally kicking your jacket to the floor.

"It's 10:15 pm right now, which means that if we get back into the shit show we call traffic, we won't be back home until close to 12:30am. Which means that we'll both be too tired to have some fun, and we'll both end up blue balled and pissed off once you get on the bus with the rest of the guy's tomorrow afternoon," your heart swells as you watch James bellow out laughter from your words, that giving you enough confidence to keep on going. "So how about instead of that, we put this old can of a car to use, see how far forward this front seat can go, have some fun of our own, then head on home and take a shower together, get some well needed rest, then have an amazing breakfast together, and pack up the rest of the shit you forgot to before you came all the way out here to pick me up?"

You arch an eyebrow upward and rest your head on the collection of your hands in front of you while James watches you with absolute stars in his eyes, before seemingly unfreezing and damn near lunging himself at you and over the front seat.

You let out a shocked bout of laughter as he almost lands on top of you and simultaneously flips you both over all at once. James brushes away the stray hairs that cascade themselves down in the intimate air you two share as you comfortably straddle his waist and lower your upper half toward him.

"Goddamn, do I love you." He breathes out, his declaration taking all of the breath out of your lungs, just like it did the very first time he ever said it to you. You reach back and untie the loops of your bikini top, letting out a wild gasp as James' mouth immediately latches itself onto one of your nipples.

"Show me." You moan, your hips grinding steady, yet erratic circles against his still hard and leaking cock. James grins against your perked areola and watches as your mouth gapes open as he pinches your other erect nipple with his free thumb and forefinger. Gladly, he thinks. He'll show you. With pleasure.

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James watches you hungrily as you ride his heavily ringed fingers, your pleasure almost feeling like his own as he feels the ridges of the inside of your velvet-like cunt suck and dance their way down his curling and soaked three digits. Your hips buck each time you make your way down to his last knuckles, the coolness of the silver of his rings making your clit sting and pearl in the most delicious way.

You let out a resounding cry as your boyfriend beneath you slowly extracts his fingers from inside of you, before fucking them back into you with renewed fervor and brushing along your sponge-like spot, each and every single time. "Am I showing you yet, baby?" James taunts, his cockhead weeping and creating a dark stain against the zipper of his jeans as he twists his wrist and holds you in place as you shake on top of him. You nod instead of verbally answering him, afraid your voice will crack if you speak out loud.

James tsks in disappointment, before removing his fingers altogether and placing your bare sex on the rough fabric of his pants. You let out a wince as your pussy walls tighten from the sensation, a bead of your arousal already bleeding and adding onto his mess as soon as you two make contact.

"I already have you nonverbal, and I'm not even inside of you yet." James playfully teases you, a small grin making its way onto your face despite the fact that you were cheated out of an orgasm. "Please." You whisper, wincing at the sound of the harshness of your own voice, the multitude of screams and moans bellowed out of you already temporarily damaging your voice box.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you," your boyfriend croons in a placating tone, one hand reaching up to delicately wrap it around your throat and the other reaching down to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans. "I always do."

You lick your lips as you feel his erection jump against your already swollen and sensitive clit, and you quietly shake your head and gently brush his hands away. "Want to take care of you this time, baby. Want to give you something to remember while you're on the road." James raises and eyebrow and grins widely, the laughter he felt bubbling up from the sound of your broken voice dying down in his chest as you reach down to grip him through the fabric.

Satisfaction floods your gut as you watch your boyfriend grit his teeth underneath you, the cockiness and self-assuredness quickly deteriorating into want and need as you grip him with one hand and unbutton his jeans with the other. "Going to make you feel so good, baby. I promise." You whimper, your mouth salivating as his appreciative length finally comes into view, your tongue finding purchase on the back of your teeth as your hand can barely fit around his entire girth. James lets out a painful sounding curse as he watches you reach down to your own sex and use your own slick to coat and lube his erection, his balls tightening and raising from just the sight alone.

The audible sound of your slick moving in your palm as it connects and spreads in between your fingers makes you blush in the near darkness, a light blue hue of a star bleeding its way through the leaves and making your expression barely visible in the small confines of the car.

James mentally grips onto every single expression and crease that makes its way on your face as you bring his cock to your soaked entrance and slowly make your way down his sizable length. James brings his free hand up to rub slow circles in the base of your spine as you have to take a break halfway through, nothing but love and praise falling from in between his gaping lips as he watches your pussy slowly swallow him whole, an in synch and harmonious sigh ringing out and becoming a cacophony with your matching moans as you eventually bring yourself up on your feet and press your upper half against his.

"You're doing so well for me, always such a good fucking girl." He whispers and pants, moans into your hair, his hand sliding around to your other hip to give you leverage as you milk him dry with each riding motion you make. You tremble every time you bottom out, his cockhead breaching past your pleasure spot and feeling like it was trying to make its way into your womb to breed you. His zipper scratches against the soft skin on the underside of your ass, almost mimicking the sensation of his nails raking themselves into the skin of your hips as he hoists you up and down on his lap.

Warmth grows and tethers in your groin as sweat accumulates and then cries its way down your arched spine, your hands gripping onto your boyfriend's shoulders as your legs and thighs begin to weaken and burn. "Need you." Is the only thing you have to whisper, before James has you carefully placed underneath him, with each leg of yours on each of his shoulder blades.

James grunts as your walls suck him in and soak his entire shaft and public bone with slick, the car heady with the scent of sex and want and longing as he deliberately thrusts himself inside of you. "Think you can fuck me some type of special way and I won't forget about you while I'm out on the road?" He asks you, the hand not holding him up and tangled in your hair on the seat below the two of you reaching down to harshly rub at your clit. "I'll think of you anyway, all the fucking time. I couldn't even try to think about another woman, you've ruined me." You let out a pleasured scream as you reach your first orgasm, your walls spasming so tightly around James that he has to stop mid thrust to collect himself, his hand on your clit rushing down to make a fist around his throbbing ballsack to stop himself from cumming. James takes in a deep breath and shakily curses out loud, before finding his momentum once again and fucking himself back into you.

"I think about you and finger myself before I fall asleep to the sound of your voice coming from the other side of the phone, when you're out of town and on tour. You've ruined me too." You confess weakly and nearly incoherently, the entire bottom half of your body seizing as he folds you in half and fucks into you blindly, his balls smacking against your backside and creating long, string-like lines with your arousal. "You're trying to kill me." James moans out like a plea, his chest feeling like it's going to give out with how much he's feeling all at once, the love he feels for you, and the death grip you've currently got around the entirety of the shaft of his dick.

Your laugh ends in a gasp as he bottoms out and jack hammers repeatedly against your g-spot, your mouth gaping wide open and a silent scream bellowing itself out of your gut as James fills you to the brim with his seed, your second orgasm gushing and mixing with his, the bottomless amount of your slick and release helping him fuck his cum up to and inside of your cervix. James holds you close as you slowly come back to, white spots still visible and apparent in your vision and your hands still holding on for dear life on his sweat clad shoulders and scratch marked skin.

You both let out a curse as he slowly removes his spent dick from inside of you, him now overly sensitive and your pussy walls relentlessly fluttering themselves shut to hold the rest of his overflowing release inside of you.

James carefully sits up and brings you with him in his lap, apologizing as you let out a soft hiss as his zipper makes brief contact with your still pulsating and spasming clit. "I love you too, by the way." You muse, uncaring of the harsh rasp in your voice as your boyfriend brings your head down to gently rest it against his sweating and heaving chest. Your lips quirk up into an exhausted smile as the vibration of his laughter runs and reverberates through you.

"I for sure fucking hope so."

Hushed sounds of honking and skidding tires and muffled curse words lazily make their way through the half cracked open windows as you two hold each other close, the red, white and blue starred deco on the lampposts shining through and becoming more apparent as time goes by, as if they were celebrating for you two.

You eventually raise your head from James' chest and smile up at him, placing a warm and affectionate kiss to his salty and sweaty lips, uncaring of the taste as he slides his tongue into the depths of your tiresome mouth. A soft hum of content is what you're left feeling as he leans back and blearily opens his eyes back open for you.

"You ready for that ride back home just yet?" You ask him, laughter building in your sore throat as he grunts out a half assed response. "You ready for that hot shower and breakfast in the morning?" Silence envelops the two of you, before James lets out a hearty chuckle and presses a warm kiss to your spent forehead.

"As long as you're here with me for the ride back and breakfast in the morning, I'm ready for anything." You rebut his sentiment with a hum of content yourself, and grin widely in the colorful night as you feel James playfully smack at the back of your bare thigh in retaliation. Raising a shaky hand to place underneath his chin and caress his stubbly skin, you two share a small and warm smile as the traffic slowly parts ways and condenses down to little to nothing, as the other cars and drivers ignorantly pass on by the two of you in your own, little world, protected by the trees and their colorful leaves.

"Together we go, then, baby." "Together we go."

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The way I’d crawl so fast my knees would be scraped and bruised

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He’s so golden retriever puppy 🥺

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I remember this was the gif that did me in. Before this gif ever showed up into my life, not only did I fall in love with this era of James, but horseshoe mustaches in general. I’ll never EVER go back.

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Screaming crying throwing up screaming crying throwing up SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

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cant get enough of this photo

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thoughts of riding 1991 James like a cowboy. god its driving me crazy like godgodgoddgodgogd PLEASE

SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY!

HRRRRHATRRT RARARSR

I’ll be writing… I’m thinking and eating the information for its nutrients.

James hetfield (gender neutral reader)

Genre-smut

You didn’t mean for it to happen… well maybe you wanted to but you didn’t think it was gonna be like this.

You jokingly took James’s hat and wore it… you didn’t know what it meant!

Apparently everyone knows if you wear the hat you ride the cowboy. Everyone except you.

That’s how this happened.

James almost immediately dragged you into his room and looked at you, quite angry actually, “woah. Sorry I didn’t think the hat meant that much to you.” You said but you were cut off by James’s lips on yours. *holy shit is this actually happening?!*

Before you knew it you were half naked and straddling his waist, a moaning mess. It didn’t help that his strong hands were on your hips and he was praising you with that stupid smile on his face, “is this what you wanted? Huh? Come on answer me.”

God he was annoying, you could barely even form a coherent sentence without moaning and whining.

James eventually ruts his hips into you, picking up the pace, “fuck- ‘m gonna cum.” He says, his voice husky and low. He could tell you were close by the way you were whining and gripping onto his shoulders.

You both reach your climax and slow back down to a stop. He pulls out and wipes off his forehead from the small beads of sweat, “You did amazing sweetheart.” He pulls you closer to his chest as you both calm down.

“Why did you do that? I mean I’m not complaining but…you know.” You say, still in disbelief about the whole situation.

“Well you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy. I thought you knew that.” He teases and chuckles softly . Oh, so that’s why. That’s cool, guess you’ll be doing that again in the future.

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I’m really bad at smut, especially stories. But I like it so that’s good:3

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I’ve become OBSSESSED w late 80’s- early 90’s James. The brainrot is real girls

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i have an itch in the back of my throat that only his dick could relieve

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I just imagine 80s!James doing this is your shared apartment, like this is a nightly occurrence to rile up the pet ferret before bed cause he has so much goofy energy.

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I want to be team tagged by them

It doesn’t even matter what era it doesn’t

I want to get back shots from James a have Kirk shove my head on his cock I want to be their fuck toy

Both of them can do whatever they want to me idc

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Been Hiding in Plain Sight

A/N: Thank you for the request! I was literally thinking my next fic should be a fluffy friends to lovers with James and then I got this request. 🥰

Requested by: @dyersseve

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,709

Warnings: none

I was numb. I hadn’t cried and I wouldn’t allow myself to. I found a pay phone and put the change in, dialing the number to the only person I knew I could rely on. 

“Cliff, I’m sorry man, but if you forgot one more thing it belongs to the house now.” His voice came over the phone. 

“James, it’s me, not Cliff.” I said, my tone was even. 

“Oh, Y/N, what’s up?” He asked, I swear I could hear the grin in his voice. 

“I’m sorry to bother you, but can I come over?” I asked. 

“Y/N. How many times do I have to tell you? You have never been nor will you ever be a burden to me.” He scolded. I clenched my jaw and did my best to keep the tears at bay. 

“I know.” I stated. 

“Good. Do you need a ride?” He asked. I paused for a second to calculate how far I was from his house.

“No, I’ll be there soon.” I replied softly.

“Okay, see you in a bit.” He said and I hung up the pay phone. 

I took a deep breath and made my way to the house James lived in with 2 out the 3 members of his band Metallica. 

I met James in high school, it was after his mother passed away and he moved in with his half brother. He stood out with his long hair and taste in music. Not in a bad way, I loved it. We shared a class and bonded immediately. Things weren’t always great in my home life either, so we often met up and listened to music, talking, laughing, crying. James is my person, there isn’t anyone who knows me better than him. Because he’s so important, I never let myself have feelings for him, or at least I did my best to push them down. If something were to go wrong… I could handle losing anyone, but not him, not James. In fact when he moved to the San Francisco area to recruit Cliff Burton into his band, he begged me to come with him. I did, I mean I don’t live with him, I have my own place and my own life, but it is definitely somewhat centered around him. 

I finally found myself on James' porch. 

Before I could knock the door flung open. 

James had a huge grin on his face, I attempted to match his grin, but based on the way his face fell it must have been more akin to a grimace. 

“Are you okay?” He asked with a look of concern on his face.

Shit. Here comes the water works. I could no longer hold them back as they cascaded down my cheeks like a waterfall. All I could do was shake my head and he herded me inside, wrapping his arms tightly around me. 

“What’s going on?” I could hear Kirk ask. 

“Oh shit, she’s crying.” Lars mumbled. 

“If you aren’t going to help then leave.” James hissed at the two. 

“Sorry.” Kirk said as he and Lars scattered. 

“What happened?” James asked as he rubbed my back. I continued to cry and he just held me until I calmed down enough. He pulled back slightly, bending down to meet my eyes. I hiccuped. “What happened?” He asked again. 

“Tom broke up with me. He, uh, picked me up for a date and then he told me that he met someone else more compatible with him.” I explained. I watched a fire light within James' eyes. He looked pissed. 

“I’m going to find him and-“ 

“James, please. He’s not worth it.” I interrupted him, my voice sounding a little croaky. James' face immediately softened. 

“Of course, I’m sorry.” He immediately apologized. 

“It’s okay, your intentions are in the right place.” I said, “could I take a shower?” I asked. 

“Yeah absolutely. I’ll get you some clothes to change into.” He said. He ushered me to the bathroom, I waited and he showed up with a T-shirt and a pair of boxers. 

“Take your time, I’ll order some take out and we can just chill out, okay?” He smiled at me. I took the clothes as tears pricked my eyes again, he chuckled and wiped my tears. “It’s okay, Y/N. Go shower.” He said. I nodded and shut the door. 

I turned on the water so it could warm up and stripped before stepping in. I stood under the warm stream for a few minutes before looking through the different soaps and shampoos, finding James’ and washed up. 

I stepped out and dried myself, I brought his shirt to my nose. The smell is so comforting. I got dressed and brushed my hair. I gathered my things and placed them in the room James shared with Lars. I walked into the living room, James just finished setting out my favorite take out with some drinks scattered on the coffee table. 

“Feeling better?” He asked and I nodded. “Sit down, I just have to pop the movie in.” He said. I sat on the couch as he put a VHS into the player. He grabbed a plate and handed it to me. We filled our plates and tears entered my eyes again as my favorite movie started playing. I always knew James knew me well, and he’s been there for me many times before, but for some reason this time, the food, the movie, the scent. All of it was overwhelmingly comforting.

“I’m sorry I can’t help it.” I blubbered. 

James tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“It’s okay.” He replied. We ate until we couldn’t shove another bite in our mouths. I wasn’t sure when it happened but I found myself tucked comfortably into his side. This felt nice, he felt like home. 

Over the next couple weeks, James and I grew closer than ever before. If I wasn’t at work I was attending some band practices. Going to Metallica shows. Taking turns having sleepovers at the Metallimansion and my apartment. I also grew closer with his band mates solidifying my spot as Metallica’s mascot. 

James and I had plans to hang out at his place tonight. So when I got off work I went straight there. I entered and removed my shoes and put my things in James' room. 

“In the kitchen.” He called out. 

I entered the kitchen and he was at the stove stirring something in a pot. 

“Whatcha making?” I asked, leaning against the counter. 

“Nothing fancy, just spaghetti.” He answered, “how was your day?” He asked. 

“It was good, work went smoothly. How was yours?” I asked. 

“It went well.” He replied. 

We continued to chat as I helped him set the table. 

“Only us two, you don’t need to set out the other plates.” James said. I raised my eyebrow. 

“Where are the guys?” I asked, James shrugged and pulled out my chair. I sat and he pushed it in then sat across from me. He motioned for me to start serving myself and I did. 

“Thank you, James. I really appreciate it.” I smiled. 

“You’re welcome.” He smiled back. 

We ate and chatted comfortably. When we were done, I helped him clean up and do dishes. James washed as I dried and put them away.

As he handed me a plate our hands brushed against one another and my cheeks heated up. 

Despite all the years of convincing myself I didn’t like James, that I could never like James. Over the past few weeks I couldn’t help falling deeply in love with my best friend, and it isn’t just a rebound from Tom breaking up with me. 

We finished cleaning up and went to the living room. I went to sit down, but James stopped me. 

“I need to tell you this before I chicken out.” He began, “when I moved in with my brother I was lost and angry and nobody at school was kind or accepting, except for you. You welcomed me with open arms and became my best friend. You willingly followed me to San Francisco all because I couldn’t imagine living in a different city than you, the thought of us ever growing apart makes my insides feel hollow. For the longest time I thought it was because you were just my best friend, but I’ve realized I have feelings for you, and I’m taking a risk, but if you don’t feel the same we can just pretend I didn’t say anything because I can’t live a life without you, unless that makes you uncomfortable-“ I moved forward grabbing his face in my hands kissing him fiercely. He made a small noise in his throat, it was a sound of surprise before he melted into the kiss bringing me closer to him by my hips. 

We continued to kiss a while longer before we pulled back, breathless and with swollen lips. 

“I really like you, James.” I told him. 

“Really?” He asked, a small blush tinted his cheeks. 

“Yeah.” I smiled at him. He had a goofy grin on his face. 

“Good, because like I said, I really like you too.” He leaned in and kissed me again. 

A few months later.

I sat on the couch with James, we were at his house, the band was still working on some new songs for their new album. They were showing their manager before they traveled to Denmark to record.

“It’s crazy, like I thought those two were in sync before as best friends… no as a couple, it’s like they can read each other's minds. I swear if they don’t get married, the earth is off its axis.” 

I blushed as I overheard Cliff talking to the band's manager. 

James had his arm around my shoulder, and my hand was up to meet his as our fingers interlocked. He was deep in conversation with Lars about a new song, I doubt he heard what Cliff had said. 

It warmed my heart though, to see others around us recognize the love we had for each other. I don’t know if I believe in soulmates, but if I did, I’d have to say with certainty, James is my other half.

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james hetfield x wife!reader | word count: 2746 | ao3 link

You'd be lying if you said you saw this coming. Sure, you've had your fair share of rebellious, reckless moments. It was often a reaction to your mom's nagging or your dad's emotional absence. Jumping out the bedroom window trying to run away and breaking your arm at 13. Skipping classes to make out with your boyfriend in his car at 15. Running away from home a few months after graduating High School with a guy 8 years older, only to dump him a week after arriving in Los Angeles and somehow managing to get by on your own. Compared to all that, having sex with your husband at your cousin's wedding reception seemed downright mild.

✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, james hefield x female!reader, +18, language, romance, mxf sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex, reader has mommy issues lol

You never really cared for family gatherings. Escaping the small-town life when you were young was a breath of fresh air, but occasionally, there were those moments when you felt compelled to show up, no matter how dysfunctional the family could be. Especially in moments like this; with your cousin tying the knot, it seemed less of a hassle to be present than absent.

Yet, at your cousin's wedding reception, it was inevitable that you'd end up doing what you usually did around your family: hiding. This time, you found yourself tucked away in a small office you found while exploring the place, relishing a few moments of peace and quiet before returning to the party.

“Finally found you.” 

You looked up and locked eyes with your husband, James, as he casually leaned against the door, slowly bringing a whiskey glass to his lips. A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth when you saw him; James looked too good in formal attire, even better than usual, if that was even possible. 

“Hey, handsome,” you whispered. Despite having been married for just over a year, he was still somewhat of a stranger to your family, mainly because you were too. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for leaving him alone in a crowd of mostly unfamiliar faces. "Sorry for ditching you. I just needed a little breather."

"Something up?" he strolled into the room and propped himself against the desk, his serious eyes scanning your face for any signs of trouble. You smiled, coming closer to him instinctively. You couldn’t help it; whenever you were around him, you felt like a small moth, helplessly drawn to his fire. Stepping closer to him, you ended up right between his legs, letting out a contented hum when he set his whiskey glass down on the desk and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. "Hey," he called, redirecting your attention to his question. It was so damn easy to get distracted around him; all you wanted was to touch and feel him, even when he was concerned about you. Maybe especially then. "Something on your mind?"

"It’s all good," you whispered, and he snorted. You arched an eyebrow, and he smiled.

"Come on, sweetheart. You only pull this vanishing act when something's bugging you." He tilted your chin up with a finger, making you meet his earnest blue gaze. "What's eating at you? You know you can tell me."

You let out a sigh. It wasn't that you didn't want to open up to James about the million and one ways your mother had to drive you up the wall whenever you two were around each other. But you knew that James and his mom used to be tight. He missed her a ton, and you didn't want to come across as selfish, complaining about something that might not even be that big of a deal.

"You've got a little pout going," James teased, his voice holding a hint of a smile as he pressed his thumb against your lower lip. Tugging your face closer, he planted a quick peck on your lips. "C'mon, spill the beans. What's bugging you? Did I mess up somehow?"

"It's no big deal," you whispered. The mere idea of him assuming for even a second that your frustration had anything to do with him was enough to make you blurt it out. "It's just... It's my mom."

"Oh, no. What did she do this time?" James chimed in with a chuckle, though it was evident he felt relieved that you were finally opening up. You couldn't help but laugh, putting your arms around his neck, your irritation momentarily forgotten. James had this incredible knack for making everything seem okay, no matter the circumstances. It was one of the reasons you fell head over heels for him – how safe he made you feel. He had this way of lightening the mood without even trying.

"She's being such a pain in the ass," you admitted. "Constantly bugging me about when we're gonna start a family. Telling us it's not okay to be married this long without even trying to have kids. We haven't even been married for that long! She's so annoying, it makes me want to run for the hills."

"I could have a chat with her if you want," he suggested, grinning mischievously while his hands gently caressed your hips. "I could tell her we've been going at it hard every night . How I’ve been cumming inside you every day…”

"James!" you exclaimed, and he erupted into laughter. "You can't say that!"

"I'm not going to, dummy," he teased, and you let out a snort. He planted a playful kiss on your lips, then continued, "Unless you want me to. It could be hilarious to see her reaction."

"No, don't! It would be a disaster. She's way too uptight to take it as a joke," you groaned, feeling your cheeks flush. "And besides, it's not even true."

"Hmm? What's not true?" he arched an eyebrow, a broader grin spreading across his face as he pulled you closer. "I'd say our love life is quite active, babe."

"It is, it's just... never mind," you muttered, your face growing even warmer. He raised his eyebrows, pulling you even nearer, his lips grazing your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. He smelled of cologne, and alcohol.

"You know I hate being in the dark, darling. You're gonna have to spill it."

"James, it's nothing," you whispered, and he grunted before giving your thigh a squeeze. You blushed, taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor.

"I'm not asking, sweetheart," his hand drifted from your waist to your back, then down to your ass, causing you to gasp in surprise as he squeezed the soft skin through your dress.

"It's really nothing! I just meant..." you stammered, your heart racing from the embarrassment. "You know, you haven't been, uh, cumming… Inside…"

He pulled back, gave you a quick, amused look, and then burst into laughter, which only deepened your embarrassment.

"James, oh God, stop laughing! " you complained, your face burning as you tried to pull away from him. He wasn't having it, though; he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer before planting playful kisses on your cheek, once, twice, three times.

"You're adorable," he laughed, and you rolled your eyes. "I didn't realize this was such a big deal for you, though. I thought we agreed I'd always use a condom?"

"We did! We did. I don't know why I said that. I'm sorry," you quickly clarified, your face still a little flushed. He smiled, cupping your chin in his hand to make you look at him.

"You don't need to apologize for anything," he said in the sweetest tone, then flashed a mischievous grin and added, "I mean, I'd be more than glad to cum inside you anytime you want."

"You're impossible," you huffed, and he laughed.

"And you love me anyway. But seriously, babe, if you ever want anything, just let me know. I know we agreed not to have kids for now..."

"It's not about that," you said, quickly. It wasn't that you didn't want to have kids, but you also didn't want to follow in your mom's footsteps – having kids too early in a marriage and then regretting it. Not that you felt you would ever regret anything with James by your side, but you just wanted to enjoy being just the two of you for a while before adding a little one to the mix. "It’s just, that one time we did it raw, it was so amazing. So I thought... Maybe on my safe days..." Your voice dropped to a whisper as you watched James' grin widen. Oh, God. He looked like a kid who had just won a lifetime supply of candy.

You were beginning to feel like maybe you shouldn't have said anything when he leaned in closer, his smile wide, and whispered:

"Wanna do it now?"

You'd be lying if you said you saw this coming. Sure, you've had your fair share of rebellious, reckless moments. It was often a reaction to your mom's nagging or your dad's emotional absence. Jumping out the bedroom window trying to run away and breaking your arm at 13. Skipping classes to make out with your boyfriend in his car at 15. Running away from home a few months after graduating High School with a guy 8 years older, only to dump him a week after arriving in Los Angeles and somehow managing to get by on your own.

Compared to all that, having sex with your husband at your cousin's wedding reception seemed downright mild.

You moaned as James slowly explored your neck with his lips and tongue, his fingers skillfully untying the knot of your dress, letting it slide down to reveal your bare breasts. He grunted in appreciation, grasping one of them firmly in his hand, his fingers circling your nipple slowly while he sucked on the other. Your fingers tangled in his hair, a sharp moan escaping your lips as he bit your nipple softly. He pulled back, raising his eyes at you with a smug grin on his face.

"Better keep it down, babe. We don't need anyone to hear us, do we?" he teased, and you shook your head, your cheeks blushing as he kissed you passionately, his tongue invading your mouth.

You could taste the whiskey in his breath as he kissed you, one of his hands grabbing the base of your neck as he pulled you closer to him. You pressed your hand against his crotch, feeling his hard on through his pants. He groaned, his lips going down to your neck again as he finished pulling your dress down, leaving you only on your lace panties as you stood in front of him. You unzipped his pants, pulling them down quickly, a small sigh escaping your lips when you saw his hard cock spring free.  

You kneeled in front of him, holding his cock by the base before licking on the tip. You moved your hand slowly, pressing the tip to your palm and massaging it before going down to his balls, pressing your tongue against the sensitive skin of his tip and feeling the salty taste of his precum. He let out a throaty moan, his knuckles turning white with the strength he used to grip the desk hard and keep himself steady. You raised your eyes to look at him, a sly grin on your lips.

“What did you say about keeping it down, again?” you asked, and he grunted, using one of his hands to grab a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down back to his aching erection. 

“No talking.” he said, using the other hand to grab his cock by the base, pressing it against your lips. 

You opened your mouth obediently, moaning against his skin when he pushed it into your mouth slowly. You tried to keep your breath steady; he was so big it was hard not to choke, even if he was moving as slow as his temper would allow. You moved your head up and down, increasing your pace while you squeezed his thighs with your fingertips. He moaned again, all restraints forgotten as he enjoyed how good you made him feel, arching his hips as his grip on your hair tightened, moving your head up and down even faster. 

You gasped in surprise as he abruptly pushed you away with a grunt.

“My bad, babe, oh shit . It felt so good,” he mumbled, his voice quivering just a bit. He raised your chin, his slightly blurry eyes locking onto yours as he used his thumb to clear the drool around your swollen lips. “Want to cum inside your pretty pussy today, okay?” he whispered, and you nodded, lips slightly open as his words made your pussy clench in anticipation. “Get up.”

You got back on your feet, wrapping your arms around his neck again, moaning in satisfaction when he squeezed your hips with his big hands, getting on his feet too as one of his hands went down to grab your ass firmly. You moaned into his kiss when his fingers went down even further, pressing your clit before penetrating your cunt without warning. 

“You’re so wet.” he whispered, and you moaned again when he started moving his fingers inside you, pressing the palm of his hand against your clit as he curled them inside. “Gonna walk around the party full of my cum, yeah? Gonna fill you up real good, babe. Do you want that?”

“Yes, p-please!” you whimpered, half in pleasure, half in frustration as he pulled his fingers out of you. He laughed, pressing his forehead against yours.

“We’ll come together, okay?” he said, and you nodded. You gasped when he grabbed you by your hips, turning you around with your hands against the desk, standing behind you as he grabbed your ass, spreading one of the cheeks apart to look at your throbbing pussy. You moaned when he pressed his cock against your entrance, pushing inside you. “ Fuck , babe. This is too good. Oh, shit. ” he whispered, and you moaned again, louder this time, tears pooling in your eyes as you felt his huge cock spreading your pussy. 

This was too much; you could feel everything as he moved, his fingertips digging into your waist’s skin as he moaned too. You were too lost in pleasure to care about keeping it down now; everything felt so good, more intense than anything you had ever tried before. He kept pushing deeper and deeper, his thrusts getting stronger as he moaned your name, and you knew that there was no coming back after this; you were addicted to the high of having him inside of you, you could give him anything he wanted from you right now. 

“James, oh God, James!” you moaned, quickly approaching your high as he pushed even faster inside you. 

He couldn't help but moan, his hands all over you, grabbing your hips, your ass, your breasts; it was as if he couldn’t get enough of touching you, as if he wanted to bring you closer and closer as he felt your skin against his. You bit your lip, holding back a sob when he started massaging your clit as he thrusted deep inside you; it was almost too much pleasure to take. 

You could feel his cock twitch inside you as he approached his orgasm, the overwhelming pleasure of his bare skin against yours making your pussy contract as you came, squeezing his cock inside of you. He moaned, thrusting one last time as he came too, his semen filling you up and dripping down your thighs as he pulled out. He grabbed your hip, spinning you around like it was no big deal. You let out a sigh, your breath shaky. Your head fell back as you tried to catch your breath, your pussy still twitching. 

"Fuck… I need to freshen up," you whispered. He groaned, quickly pulling on his pants before approaching you once more. He grabbed your thigh, pushing it so your pussy would be in full view, and then used his fingers to push back the cum dripping down from it inside you.

"No need," he said casually, his fingertips going to your clit and making you moan softly. "We don't want to waste this, right? You're gonna get dressed and head back there like a good girl."

"But, James..." you began, your cheeks heating up as you thought about what he was suggesting. He grunted, yanking you closer by the hips.

"No 'buts,' babe. You're gonna do as I say, got it?"

"Yeah," you murmured, your heart racing as you wrapped your arms around his neck. James knew how much you loved it when he took charge like this; how it made you want him so bad you could barely think about anything but him. He grinned, pleased that his authoritative tone got the reaction he wanted from you.

"Great," he whispered, his thumb teasing your lower lip. "And when this party’s over, we're heading back to the hotel. You better be ready, because I’m gonna fuck you real good, all night long, yeah?"

The rest of the party? You couldn't even focus on it after that.

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