#castor hetfield

[heavnlyhetfield]

castor <3

[killerqueenhetfield]

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE

[idyllic333dreams]

WASN'T HE SHY!!?? WASN'T HE RESERVED????

[metalbrojack]

Castor was so pouty 😭

Like cheer up a little bit buddy 💔

[k0if1shh]

PLEASE CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIM PLEASE

[marcusbassp2]

The water is too cold.

[llittletingoddess]

Collectively going feral over this, right?

[riveroflayne]

can we talk abt him for a second..

[bubbledtee]

CASTOOORRRRRR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Creekside Scandal

First post here, hope it's up to your standards lol. If you like my writing and have any requests send them in and I'll be happy to put my twist on them, in the mean time enjoy this :3

Warnings: Not proof read, smut and fluff, fingering, oral sex(on reader), squirting?(gn!reader so it depends on how you're reading it ig) I literally just finished this but can't remember what I wrote so if you see anything you think I should mention feel free to tell me :3

Word count: 1997

You and Castor have been seeing each other for a while. You met after one of his band's concerts and just hit it off.

Things were going great between you, he was the sweetest thing while also being the biggest tease you’ve ever met.

You two were staying at his dads ranch for the weekend. You do this every so often just as something fun to do, you’d usually spend your time helping out around the house, making meals and such. Just having an all around fun time with your boyfriend, James popping in every now and then and making some stupid joke or teasing the two of you.

This morning was different. When you woke up you were not greeted by Castor’s warm arms around you, instead you were alone and his side of the bed was cold. The bed was actually rather small and you basically slept on top of him. You always assumed that’s why he enjoyed spending so much time here.

Smelling something buttery and good you ventured out into the hallway and to the kitchen, thinking he might’ve decided to make breakfast for a change. Nope, James was at the stove making French toast. He offered you a seat at the table, saying he was almost done. You sat down and he handed you a plate with two slices of French toast, setting maple syrup and butter down on the table as well before getting his own plate and joining you at the table.

“Do you know where Castor is?” You asked, spreading some butter on your breakfast.

James shrugged. “Said he had something special planned.” He winked at you with a cheeky grin, causing you to roll your eyes. Still, you couldn’t hold back a smile.

After breakfast you did what you normally would, helping out around the house and with yard work, whatever James needed help with. You just couldn’t find Castor, not that you ever really went far enough to look. It was strange, usually you couldn’t go five minutes without him crying for a kiss. It was honestly a little worrisome.

It was now around five o’clock and you decided to set yourself up on the porch to read a little outside before the sun set. That’s when you heard the revving of a bike. A quad, to be specific. And there was Castor, finally coming around to the front lawn where you were facing.

He doubled back and looked up at you with a bright smile. “Come down here!” He called, obviously you couldn’t deny him. You marked your page and set it down on a nearby table before heading down to meet him.

“Where have you been all day?” You asked, unable to conceal your smile at seeing him again.

“C’mon and I’ll show you.” He said with a chuckle, patting the seat behind him. You joined him on the quad, wrapping your arms around his waist. “Ready?” He asked, glancing back at you over his shoulder. You couldn’t resist kissing him, you’d been missing his lips all day, it was only fair.

“Ready.” You smiled. He drove you down across the fields, weaving around cattle and other livestock before coming to a small creek where you saw a picnic all set up.

There was a big blanket spread out a little further away from the riverbed to keep it dry, a small basket, a bouquet of your favourite flowers along with a few lit candles spread around. This romantic little shit, you thought.

He stopped the quad a little further away, turning it off before getting off and helping you down as well. “Do you like my surprise?” He asked, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, gently guiding you over to the picnic. The sun was starting to set, lighting the place up with a golden glow.

“It’s perfect.” You gleamed, holding his hands against you.

Castor giggled and sat you down. “Alright, alright, hang on, it gets better.” You chuckled at his enthusiasm as he rushed off to a nearby tree where there was a small speaker. He pressed a few buttons on it, fiddling with the settings until “Last Kiss” by Pearl Jam came on. It wasn’t too loud, just soft and in the background, adding to the romantic atmosphere Castor had set up for you.

He came back and sat beside you, his arm snaking around your waist and holding you close as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Your hand found its way to his shoulder, moving up his neck.

Soon you were in his lap, both your hands tangled in his long, blonde hair. Soft moans escaping you while his hands explored your body. “It’s been so long.” He mumbled against your lips. He trailed kisses up your jaw and down your neck. He knew from past experience where your sensitive spots were and started sucking and nipping at them, drawing more noises from you.

“Fuck- Cas, need you so bad.” You whined, grinding against him. His big hands went to your hips, holding you down.

Castor gave a soft chuckle. “I know, that’s why I brought you out here.” His fingers dipped into your shorts, undoing the button and pulling them down. You helped him out a bit with getting them along with your underwear off, leaving your bottom half open to him.

You shivered and pressed your lips to his again. “Cas, it’s cold.” It was mid spring, but still a bit chilly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you nice and warm.” Castor smiled and pulled off your shirt. He got you onto your back and kissed over your collarbone, licking and flicking your nipples, pulling more moans out of you. He watched you carefully as he kissed down your torso. “This is what you wanted, right?” He kissed the inside of your thigh. You nodded, biting your lip to muffle the noises you desperately wanted to let out. Castor bit the same spot. “You have to use your words.”

“Yes! Yes, please. Please, just fuck me.” He laughed at your pleas. He licked a strip up you and began to suck, swirling his tongue around you and making you squeal. Your hands went to his hair, tugging on it. He groaned at the feeling, sending vibrations through you. A knot was building in your stomach, familiar and warm. “Fuck- Cas, ‘m gonna-gonna cum.” You managed to get out through your moaning.

Just as the knot was about to burst Castor pulled away. You whined at the abrupt stop. He sat up on his knees. “Didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?” He asked, looking down. It was condescending in a sense but sent shivers up and down your spine.

Castor pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. You admired his built frame while he fumbled with the fly of his jeans before he finally got them off, tugging his boxers down with them. His cock sprung free, you bit your lip at the sight, hands sliding down your sides before going to touch yourself. Castor swatted your hands away. “That’s my job.” He took your hands in his, holding them above your head in one as the other came to cup your cheek. “Such a sweet thing for me.” He praised before his lips crashed against yours again.

The hand on your face caressed all down your body, stopping to pay some attention to your chest before continuing down and pushing inside you. Your lips parted in a moan and he took it as his chance to get his tongue in your mouth. He had two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a fast pace with the heel of his palm hitting you just right to add to the pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back. “Hah- fuck, Cas, I-I can’t-can’t take it, please!” You whined into his mouth. He pulled away a bit to look down at you, his fingers still curling inside you and hitting just the right spots.

“Can’t take what? C’mon, you gotta use your words.” He teased, pulling his fingers out until it was just the tips. “Want me to stop?” He knew the answer, of course.

You shook your head. “No! No, no, no, please! Want you! Want your cock, please!” You cried, squirming beneath your boyfriend. He laughs at your sad attempt to get some more friction.

“Alright, since you’ve been so good, I’ll give you a reward.” He let your hands go and pulled his fingers out of you, lining himself up to your now pulsing hole and slowly thrusting in. Your jaw hangs open as a long, breathy moan leaves you at the familiar stretch. When he’s all the way in he stops, giving you a second to adjust. His hands move up and down your sides in a comforting fashion. “Would you look at that?” He hummed, pressing down lightly on your stomach to reveal a small bump. “I missed that, you know?” He pressed his lips to yours for a moment before he started moving, slowly at first and then his thrusts picked up.

Castor held your knees to your chest, rutting into you with harsh thrusts, his hips slamming against yours. Low grunts and groans left him while you were left a moaning, crying mess, weakly tugging at the blanket and grass around you. “Please! Please, please, please! Cas, Cas, I can’t- Cas, please!”

“Please- fuck, please what, Doll?” He asked, barely containing himself.

“Please, let me cum, please! I-I’ve been good, promise!” The knot was building all over again, twisting and turning and heating up.

Castor’s eyes screwed shut and he bit his bruised bottom lip, his head tilted back at the pleasure jolting through him. “Fuck, cum for me, baby. Cum on my dick.” You let out a squeal, your legs shaking and your back arching off the ground. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw dropped open but nothing came out as you squirted all over yourself and Castor. It didn’t take long for his thrusts to get sloppy, your walls fluttering around him and he just needed to reach his own high. “Fuck- Can I- can I cum inside? Baby, let me cum inside, please.” It was always fun to watch him beg, the way he’d hold himself back until you gave a clear indication of what he wanted. You gave a small nod and he shot his load deep inside of you, letting out loud, guttural groans.

Castor’s hands came beside you as he slowly lowered himself, laying down at your side and pulling you to him so he wouldn’t have to pull out just yet. “Fuck, I love you so much, you know that, right?” You gave a small nod, still reeling from your high. “Tired?” He asked with a soft smile, you nodded again. He held your head to his bare chest and chuckled. His breathing was still heavy, his heart beating fast and hard.

Castor cleaned you up, the basket he brought didn’t actually have any food in it, just a soft cloth to get the both of you cleaned off afterwards. “You had a whole picnic set up just for sex?” You asked.

“Just go to sleep.” He said with a laugh and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “I’ll get you back home.” He rubbed your cheek softly with his thumb and went back to packing everything up.

You managed to fall asleep while he got everything put away. When you eventually woke up again you were already back in bed at the ranch house, head on Castor’s chest while he lazily played with your hair. You looked up at him, not fully awake. “I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you more, Doll.” He whispered back, kissing your forehead. “Now go to sleep, don’t wanna be tired tomorrow.” You smiled and nuzzled back against him, cuddling closer before falling back asleep.

[heavnlyhetfield]

finally found a pic of castor at the bastardane show i missed 🥺

he’s got his dad’s horse teeth

[killerqueenhetfield]

THIS IS SO CUTE

[idyllic333dreams]

I CAN'T WITH HIM 😭

Bro really Said "my honest reaction" to the whole fake acc stuff

[metalbrojack]

Why is he so sad ?

Myles(? I think) is unfazed by everything going on lol💀

[k0if1shh]

I AGREE WITH ANON CASTOR EATS PUSSY SO GOOD. LIKE LOOK AT HIM.

he loooveesss eating it. like especially when you’re sitting on his face… 🤭🤭 he doesn’t care how little or how big you are you are SITTING on that man’s face. he won’t have it any other way.

YES STOP HE WOULD LOVE FACE SITTING1!1!1!

he’d have his hands on your thighs so he could look up at you and smirk into your pussy

“yea feels that good baby? yea it does look at you”

god he’d be so smug too always smirking when you’re moans get louder

“fuck look at you.. oh my god.”

“so pretty like this honey.. you really are enjoying this huh?”

god i hate him. (i want him to marry me)

[rhapsodynew]

There are many stories in the world of rock music when the children of musicians continue the family tradition and become stage stars.

The new band BASTARDANE, which includes a drummer Castor Hetfield, son of METALLICA frontman James Hetfield

Bastardane is a wild mix of sludge metal, thrash metal, progressive and melodic rock. It consists of Jake Dallas (vocals and bass), Ethan Sirotsky (guitar) and Castor Hetfield (drums).

Slipknot

The cult metal band Slipknot featured 33-year-old drummer Jay Weinberg, the son of the famous Max Weinberg, who stood at the origins of the legendary E Street Band and worked with Bruce Springsteen. Weinberg Jr. was part of Slipknot from 2014 to 2023.

Suspect208

London Hudson, 21, the son of Guns N’ Roses guitarist Slash, is the drummer of the Los Angeles band Classless Act, as well as the founder of the band Suspect208.

"208 is my studio number, and it was here that Noah [Weiland] and I started composing music together. It was our refuge, where we could spend days and nights, composing, playing, sleeping. This was our secret place. And all the shit that's going on out there, it's very suspicious," London shared. And the word "suspect" just translates as "suspicious".

SWMRS

Joey Armstrong, the drummer of SWMRS, is the son of Green Day frontman Billy Joe Armstrong. The resemblance is striking!

As Lions

As Lions frontman Austin Dickinson is the son of the famous Bruce Dickinson from Iron Maiden. Austin noted that the main task of As Lions is to create "the coolest and heaviest hard rock they are capable of."

Inhaler

Elijah Hewson, vocalist and guitarist of Inhaler, is the son of U2 frontman Paul Hewson, better known as Bono. Hewson's parents hold the position that Elijah must achieve everything on his own. They don't help their son more than they need to: even when his hotel reservation was canceled during the band's first tour, his parents told him to sleep "on a park bench." Interestingly, the band's name, which translates as "inhaler", was given to the band because of Hewson's asthma.

The Wallflowers

54-year–old Jacob Dylan, the frontman of The Wallflowers, is the son of iconic singer and songwriter Bob Dylan. The Wallflowers became famous in 1996 after the release of the album "Bringing Down the Horse", which won two Grammy Awards, and the songs "One Spotlight" and "6th Avenue Heartache" became hits.

Motel 7

The Motel 7 line–up includes Anton Khabbaz and Dylan Jagger Lee, the son of Mötley Crüe drummer Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson. The guys don't get hung up on any particular musical genre and experiment with different styles, combining them: from modern alt-pop and shades of hip-hop to the light sound of indie/alt-rock of the 2000s.

Taipei Houston

Taipei Houston is a new band featuring two sons of Metallica founder Lars Ulrich, Miles and Lane, who play drums and bass guitar respectively. After Lars heard them perform the classic Beatles' Eleanor Rigby, he said he was proud of his sons. In his opinion, none of the covers of this song were filled with such energy and madness of garage rock.