#get me a james hetfield

[no-remorse1983]

♡♥Heartbreaker♡♥

Part 2

Pairing: Black!Album James Hetfield x f!mom!reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcoholism, and pregnancy, arguing

Summary: James didn’t remember anything about what you or him said that night

Characters: James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Jason Newsead, Kirk Hammett, Julie (readers daughter)

Pt 1: heartbreaker Pt 3: heartbreaker

She was right in front of him. James never once in his life thought that he would ever see her again. Looking straight at her, and looking back down at the kid in front of him. James wanted to say something to her, he wanted to say so much to her. He knew if he ever saw her again, he would apologize for whatever it was that made her leave him. He never knew why she did. One day they were fine, the next he woke up to her packing her things crying. She was so sad yet also pissed. He tried getting her to stay, he tried getting her to tell him what he did, all she said was “don’t play fucking stupid”. Hell, even Lars didn’t talk to him for a week after Y/N left.

It completely destroyed him. Whatever it was that he did, he knew it was bad. She was there with him through everything. When his mom died, when he started drinking, she never left his side even when he tried getting her too. She was a hard person to piss off, yet he did somehow. Yet now, there she was, right in front of him. James wasn’t sure what to do. He had pushed any thought of the show to the back of his head. “James!” Derek snapped James out of his gaze. Derek came running up next to James with his guitar in hand, barely even a minute left until Metallica was on stage.

James only turned to grab his guitar for maybe a second. He was hoping he could give her a silent plea to just talk to him for even just 15 seconds. But by the time he turned back around, Y/N and the kid were gone. James snapped his head back around, watching Y/N gently pull the kid along with her, “Y/N!” James blurted out. He watched as she stopped in her tracks. Y/N turned around, making brief eye contact with James. She looked as pale as a ghost, she looked terrified to see him.

“James! Come on! We’re on!” Jason came up next to James, pulling his lead singer to the side of the stage with him. James didn’t wanna go. He didn’t wanna lose sight of Y/N, not after all these years. He didn’t know where she was going, he didn’t even know why she was here, and he didn’t know how long she would stick around. The only thing he could assume was that Lars had convinced her to come, he knew they were still friends. Hearing their cue to get on stage, James followed right behind Jason, hearing the roars of the crowd. He was still going to put his best effort into the show. When Kirk stared the into to “Creeping Death”, James still had Y/N lingering in his mind, he had his eyes searching the crowd for her. His mind wouldn’t let her leave, and then came the lingering thought of that little girl Y/N kept close to her. The little girl that looked 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 like him.

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Y/N panicked. The second he wasn’t paying attention to her or Julie, she practically ran up to Julie and got them both out of there. She didn’t know what he was thinking. She couldn’t read him like she used to be able too. But hearing her name come out of his mouth…that was her breaking point. She felt her eyes fighting off tears as she was trying to get her and Julie to where Lars said so. “Come on baby, we don’t wanna miss more of the show.” Y/N tried getting Julie to walk just a bit faster, hearing the opening riff for “Creeping Death” playing.

Julie happily picked up her pace, keeping up with her mom. Julie was excited to see her uncle playing live. Hearing her name come out of his mouth…it brought back memories she wish she had forgotten. It brought back the warmth she used to feel when he said her name. Y/N’s mind kept wondering back to the way he looked at Julie. He looked like he was terrified and confused. Could he tell how much she resembled him? Could he tell that she was his? “Mom?” Julie snapped her mom out of her gaze.

Stopping her walking, Y/N looked down at her daughter. “Y-yea baby?” Y/N put on the best smile she could, finally sitting a place they could watch the show from.

“Are you ok?” Julie looked up at her mother with a sympathetic smile, noticing that she was trying not to cry.

“Yea baby, im ok. Im just really happy to be seeing your uncle play.” Y/N nodded over to Lars with a soft smile on her face.

“Me too!!” Julie grinned, making sure her headphones are on as they should be.

“Yea baby…yea I am.” Y/N sighed, somehow finding her eyes landing right on James. Watching him sing, run around on stage, it made her happy knowing he achieved his dream.

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They weren’t even 5 songs into their set before James kept a lot of his focus on Lars. Lars was the 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 person who still talked to Y/N. He was the only reason James even knew she was still fucking alive.

Lars could feel James’s eyes on him whenever he wasn’t singing. Lars could feel the tension James had in him. Looking up from his drums, Lars made immediate eye contact with a pissed, confused, and almost helpless James. That look on James’s face told Lars all he had to knows. James knew 𝘴𝘩𝘦 was here, he knew Y/N and Julie were here.

They made it through the first 3 songs before Jason greeted the crowd. “How we doing tonight St.Louis!!!” Jason yelled into the microphone, earning screams and yells from the crowd.

James took this time to walk over to Lars. As much as he loved interacting with he crowd, this was more important right now. “Did you know?” James almost growled at Lars.

“I invited her.” Lars yelled just loud enough for James to hear him.

James wasn’t sure if he should be mad at the Dane or if he should be happy that he had invited her without telling him. “Why didn’t you tell me!?” James felt betrayed that Lars didn’t bother telling him.

“Wasn’t my place to. If she wanted you to know she would have told you face to face herself.” Lars wasn’t in the mood to argue with James for once, at least not in front of 80,000 people.

“You ha-“ James started, quickly being cut off by Jason.

“Now! If you would turn your attention to Mr.Hetfield, he’ll show us how to get this next one started.” Jason threw his arm up in James’s direction.

“Harvester of Sorrow.” Lars could tell James had no clue what their next song was, only getting a nod out of him.

James diverted his eyes back to the crowd. He knew if Y/N was in the crowd, she would be closer to the front. She always loved being closer to the stage every concert he took her too. Yet she was nowhere to be seen. And he knew he would never miss her beautiful Y/E/C eyes, her soft Y/H/C hair, he would 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 miss her. So where the hell was she?

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Y/N tried keeping her eyes on Lars and Kirk the entire show. Lars was a complete beast on the drums, and Kirk was just as amazing as she remembered him being. Julie seemed to be having the time of her life. She was dancing and was singing every lyric she knew. Lars had made sure to check in on them every couple of minutes, simply mouthing “you guys all good?” Then going back to his drums.

Y/N had seen Lars and James’s interaction. Y/N could only assume James was practically interrogating Lars. Y/N never did think she would ever see James again. After what he said to her, after what he said about their child, she didn’t think she would ever even want to see him again.

Y/N tried her best to push the thought of James out of her mind for the rest of the show. Yet she still always found her eyes lingering right back to him. She didn’t want to look away from him. Y/N had no idea how much she missed him until she finally heard his voice call out for her.

But Y/N managed to make it though the show. And frankly she absolutely loved it. But now that the band was saying their goodbyes, she was gonna find Kirk and Lars, congratulate both of them, answer Kirk’s questions, and get her and Julie the fuck out of there.

“Come on baby, let’s go find your uncle.” Y/N smiled at the girl who had not stopped smiling since Metallica started playing.

“Ok mom!” Julie skipped off with Y/N close behind her. Y/N was hoping that James didn’t want to see her again, she was hoping she wouldn’t have to talk to him.

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Lars knew James well enough by know to know that he was going to find Y/N the second he walked off stage in a hurry. “We need to find Y/N and Julie.” Lars practically dragged Kirk along with him, in a hurry to get to them before James.

“Yea ok.” Kirk nodded. He didn’t know much about Y/N and James’s break up, all he knew was that it was bad, really bad. It pissed off Lars, and Y/N to the point that she disappeared. Kirk figured as much that Y/N didn’t want to see James.

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Y/N was trying to remember the way to Lars’s dressing room without running into James. But she wasn’t fast enough. “Y/N!!” James yelled the second he saw her, once again with the kid he still had no clue about.

Y/N stopped in her tracks. She knew she couldn’t get away from him this time. Y/N darted her eyes around, desperately trying to find Lars or Kirk. She knew she couldn’t get out of talking to James this time, she at least needed Julie out of there. “Y/N! Please don’t run this time!” James picked up his pace. He was almost desperate to talk to her, and he wasn’t sure if she was gonna run again.

“Y/N!” Lars yelled seconds after, Kirk trailing right behind him. Y/N immediately started in their way.

“Take her, please.” Y/N lightly pushed Julie over to Lars the second she could.

“What about him?” Lars had already spotted James.

Y/N sighed. She knew James had seen Julie, he was face to face with her. She knew he wasn’t that stupid. Y/N knew if she needed too, he at least had a right to know his daughter’s name. “I’ll be ok…don’t worry about me.” Y/N turned her attention to Julie. “You’re gonna go hangout with Uncle Lars and get to know Uncle Kirk here for a bit. I gotta go say hi to another friend of mine.” Y/N summed it up for the small girl.

Y/N wanted to laugh at Kirk’s face when she said “Uncle Kirk”, he had never been called that before. “Ok mom!” Julie grinned, grabbing onto her uncles hand, practically dragging him with her before he could say anything back to her mom.

“You sure you’re gonna be ok?” Kirk stayed behind for a second.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll talk to you in a bit Kirk.” Y/N let out a shaky breath.

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“What.” Y/N couldn’t bring herself to look at him when he finally reached her.

“What? Are you fucking kidding me!?” James snapped at her bitchy tone.

“Can we please not do this here Hetfield?!” Y/N couldn’t bring herself to even say his name.

“Oh you can’t even fucking say my name can you?!” James was now more irritated. “Come on.” James grumbled, pushing past her on his way to his dressing room, Y/N hot on his tail.

It’s didn’t take more than a minute before James was slamming his dressing room door shut. He was going to be nice, but when she greeted him with the bitchy tone she did, he snapped. She was the one who left, yet she was the one acting like he did something wrong. “What the fuck?!” James threw his hands in the air.

“Oh what the fuck what?!” Y/N shot back.

“You just decide to leave one day and now all the sudden you just show up and act like you fucking hate me!! You won’t even say my fucking name Y/N!” James watched as she broke at him saying her name. He never knew what it was that he did to make her leave. He never knew why she was crying that morning. He didn’t know, or remember anything.

“Oh cause you’re so fucking surprised I act like I hate you! Of course I’m still fucking mad at you James! Of course I fucking left!! All the shit you said to me, all the shit you said about Julie, yes i fucking hate you!” Y/N accidentally blurted out Julie. She was so worked up, she wasn’t even sure what she was saying. Y/N never thought she would have this conversation with James, she never even thought she would see him again.

“What the fuck do you mean?! What the hell did I say to you?! I don’t remember shit from what I said! I woke up one morning with a killer hangover only to find out you were fucking leaving! And who the actual hell is Julie!!!” James shouted, rolling his eyes at the girl. The image of the little girl who was practically a copy of him hadn’t left his mind either. He figured that Julie must have been her.

Y/N stopped for a second. He didn’t remember anything from the night before she left? He didn’t remember what he said to her? If he didn’t remember…he didn’t remember Y/N telling him she was pregnant. “W-what do you mean you don’t remember what you said…?” Y/N’s voice broke to a whisper.

Even though he hasn’t seen the girl for 7 years, he knew he still loved her with all his heart. He hated seeing how her face immediately dropped. Taking a breath, James tried to calm himself down. “What the fuck did I say to you Y/N…” James didn’t know what he felt. He was mad at her yet at the same time he was hating himself right now.

“Oh my god…” Y/N started pacing a bit. “You don’t remember.” Y/N finally got the guts to look him in the eyes. She felt herself break. He didn’t remember. He was hammered when she told him. He didn’t know Julie existed…

“No I don’t.” James held eye contact with the girl.

Y/N didn’t know how to get the words out now. She thought she was doing the right thing by leaving. It’s what he wanted, or at least what he told her. But instead she took away his chance of getting to see his daughter grow up. “You said you never wanted to see me again…” Y/N’s voice was hardly above a whisper as she made her way to the small couch in the room.

“I said that to you?” James didn’t think that was something he would have ever said to the woman he loved. But he could tell by the look on her face that there was something much more than that. Standing next to the couch, James was silently asking permission to sit next to her.

Getting a small nod from the girl, James quickly took the seat next to her. “You told me you thought I was trying to trap you. You said “I never want to fucking see you again”. you told me you didn’t want anything to do with me…or the baby.” Y/N finally let it slip. She could almost feel the brick wall hitting her like it did him. James’s face completely dropped.

“B-baby…?” James felt like he could hardly move. He had said all those things to her, all because what he could assume was because she told him she was pregnant. James wasn’t even close to mad at Y/N anymore. He was pissed off with himself. He knew the way she thought. After he told her he never wanted anything to do with her or the kid, he knew she thought she was just granting his wishes. He saw her reasoning for leaving. He understood why she did now.

“Yea…baby.” Y/N nodded, wondering if he was going to put two and two together.

The image of the blond little girl from earlier came through his mind. He could only assume she was the baby. Julie as James could guess, looked almost nothing like Y/N. She had long blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and the same grin he had. “Wait…the…” James couldn’t even get a sentence out.

Y/N already knew what he was trying to ask. “Yea…that’s her.” Y/N felt tears start to well up in her eyes. She felt terrible…she thought she was doing the right thing when in reality he didn’t even remember what he said to her.

The pair of them sat there in silence for a moment. Neither of them really knew what to say. It really was all just a huge misunderstanding. Y/N couldn’t help it anymore, she let the tears fall. “I’m sorry…” Y/N stuttered out.

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They sat there in silence for a solid 10 minutes. Neither of them could get much more out. James was in complete shock. Had Julie ever asked about him? Did she think he just left her? Did she think he didn’t want anything to do with her? “I’m so sorry James…” Y/N choked, letting her tears fall, allowing James to feel ok doing the same.

James was hesitant but he slowly wrapped his arms around the girl. Y/N really felt herself give in then. “I-I’m so sorry James.” Y/N stuttered out again, leaning into James, feeling him let himself go as well. She hadn’t realized how much she missed his touch, how much she missed his words, Y/N didn’t realize how much she had missed him.

“I-I’m sorry too.” James knew he was also to blame. He told her basically to fuck off. He told her he wanted nothing to do with either of them. Truth is, James wasn’t really sure how they would’ve handled a kid at the time for those first few years. But he still would’ve been there. He still would have provided for both of them. And with the money he’s making now he could’ve taken care for all three of them without an issue at all. This wasn’t all to blame on her. James hadn’t even gotten the idea of having a kid wrapped around his head yet. “Wait…so Lars…” James started, feeling Y/N nod into his shoulder.

“I told him not to tell you anything about her.” Y/N muttered, trying to pull herself back together.

James felt his heart clench. His best friend kept this from him…his best friend knew his daughter more than he did. “Has she…has she ever asked about me?” James pulled himself together at this point, still trying to go to wrap his head around the idea.

“A few times.” Y/N lifted herself up from his arms. “I’ve jsut told her things with us didn’t work out. She never asked more than that.” Y/N sighed. She couldn’t believe all these years he didn’t remember anything about that night. All these years their daughter could have known her father, all these years they could have still been together. She took away his chance to see Julie grow up.

James sighed. From what he understood, she didn’t think he left her. She didn’t even seem to bothered by the fact that he wasn’t there. Then again, she was only 7. “I…umm…can I meet her…?” James asked quietly.

Y/N smiled softly. She was amazed at how comfortable they both got with each other all the sudden. “Yea, yea you can. Come on.” Y/N got up from the couch, heading towards the door with James right behind her.

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A comfortably silent walk later, the pair were in form of Lars’s dressing room. “She’s gonna like you.” Y/N saw how much James was shaking. It all seemed to be crashing down on him at once now. She had never seen him this nervous.

“What is she like?” James wanted a general picture.

Y/N laughed softly. “Shes you in the form of a 7 year old girl.” Y/N always did admire how much Julie was like her dad. She was an exact replica of him.

James relaxed a bit at the sound of her laugh. He really knew he missed the girl in front of him. “Ok…” James nodded, letting out a breath as Y/N made her way into Lars’s dressing room.

“Mom!” Julie grinned, jumping up from her spot on the floor, dropping her Barbie and running over to her mom.

“Hey baby.” Y/N knelt down to hug her, noting the concerned looks form Kirk and Lars. Y/N only nodded over to them. “I have someone I want you to meet.” Y/N spoke softly, nodded her head behind her at James.

“That’s the man from earlier!” Julie pointed out with a smile. “Hi!” Julie greeted again.

James gulped, “h-hey Julie…” James was in complete shock. She was beautiful. She looked so happy. Everything about Julie seemed perfect.

“Yea, it’s the man from earlier. This is James.” Y/N introduced the pair properly, smiling softly at the smile she saw appear on James’s face.

[emily-decomp]

i can only imagine how sweet and comforting james would be when youre sad:(

You and James had stayed home for the weekend, but you've been kinda quiet these past few days. Being quieter than usual, not really interacting, and barely smiling when James says something funny.

He knew something was up, and despite your best efforts to seem fine, he could see right through you. You hated how he could read you like a book, but you liked it at the same time.

You two were laying in bed watching tv, his arms clutched around you holding you close as your head rests on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. James had tried everything in the book to make you feel better, but nothing really worked. The most he got out of you was a smile- but something's better than nothing, right?

But if you were being honest, you didn't know exactly what was wrong either.

You suddenly get dragged out of your thoughts as your boyfriend looks down at you and whispers, "Are you okay?"

And that was it.

Those stupid words. Those three words were enough to make you break down in tears. Tears well in your eyes and start streaming down your face, leaving James concerned and rather confused.

His arms tighten around you, holding you even closer against him as he rubs your back.

"Shhh, you're okay, baby.. i've got you.." He whispers softly, kissing your head gently. He knew that whatever got you like this was definitely bothering you, you never really let things affect you like this.

He also knew that he didn't have to know what was wrong. As long as he was here, and you were safe, that was all that really mattered for now. Tears roll down your cheeks, soaking through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, causing it to stick to his bare chest.

But he didn't care.

He holds you close for as long as you need him to, his heart breaking into a trillion pieces at the sight of you breaking down like this. He looks down at you, watching over you as he holds you close, letting you cry as much as you need. There wasn't a whole lot he could do since he didn't know what was wrong, but he knew he could be here for you. And that's certainly what he was doing.

Finally, once the tremors in your body subside and the tears slow down, he kisses your forehead soothingly, rubbing your back some more.

"I love you baby, and I'm here for you, okay?" He whispers, which you just nod in response, snuggling closer into his embrace.

"Love you too," You murmur quietly.

[unforgiventoo]

random screenshots from yet another rewatch "a year and a half in the life of"

[hetfieldlovebot]

JAMES FUCKING READER WHO IS DAVE’S GIRLFRIEND AFTER KICKING HIM OUT OF THE BAND (sorry dave 😭)

YOU ARE SICK AND TWISTED AND I LOVE IT

i did a drabble on this before but it was never public so using some stuff from that hehehe (80s jamey obviously)

hetfield x afab reader

part 1(?)

cw: smut, pre established story, cheating, fingering, light degrading, praise, sneaking in

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you and James had been messing around for months, despite your terrible guilt youcouldn’t resist James, it had all started months ago when you were at a party hosted at Metallica’s shoddy little group house they shared. you were quite tipsy, Dave had filtered off somewhere and passed out while talking to Lars, James had sat down on the couch next to you and offered you a cigarette which you graciously took.

you really did care for Dave but as of recent you couldn’t take his behaviour, that night they had argued and Dave’s hotheaded temper left a bitter taste in your mouth, but you promised Cliff at least you’d be at that party. A few drinks and a couple cigarettes later, you and James were feverishly making out on the couch and getting a little too handsy in the absence of everyone else, the two of you had connected as friends but it all devolved with the drinking and talking.

the next morning you swore to yourself you’d never let it happen again. but a sobering fact was thrown in your face, Dave was kicked out of the band, suddenly he was on you like a fly on shit being so clingy. you felt awful, you were planning to break up with him because of last night’s events left you considering your relationship and the passion you were missing but Dave was such a sweet guy, you couldn’t do it. the guilt was immense but you couldn’t add to that right now, it’d be so cruel.

that never stopped James, for the next few weeks the cocky bastard would sneak into you place, climb through you bedroom window, sometimes even when Dave was there, he’d find a way to get to you.

this particular evening you were laid on your stomach on your shared bed in the home you shared with Dave, kicking your feet idly, studying for a course you were taking, the air was nice and breezy, the window wide open on that particular summer evening. it was around 7pm and the sun showed no signs of setting, casting a warm glow all across the house through the windows. you were twirling and fidgeting with your hair as he was reading, humming lightly to a Metallica song (yikes) as you read your textbook, your mind just absorbing as much information as possible and getting so lost in it you didn’t even hear the sound outside the window fully. you assumed it was Dave who was downstairs playing guitar and shrugged it off, your mind drifting off to James for a second and you felt your whole body fill up with adrenaline, lust, excitement and heavy guilt all at the same time. A confusing mix that left you breathless, always.

and when James was around? you were practically a brainless and needy mess even if you would repeat over and over again how they couldn’t, how violently wrong it was, how they couldn’t do this, James would always get you in the end.

the two of you hadn’t gone the full way yet but something in James’ brain knew that you wouldn’t be able to resist him much longer. he could tell you felt so giddy whenever you thought about James, he’d seen it in passing before he’d crawl through your window most nights, the way your eyes would light up randomly whenever his songs came on or you discovered something he’d left subtly to mark his territory as - that’s what he considered it as.

he was your secret, your horrible, awful….dirty, exciting, secret and you had absolutely no idea James was currently climbing up to and slipping through his window for the umpteenth time these past few weeks, approaching you from behind sneakily to get you spooked.

It wasn’t until you felt cold hands brace the bottom of your back, curling around your hips that you squealed, that was until a large hand came around to cover your mouth.

“miss me, baby?”

he cooed quietly, a shit eating grin on his face as he met your eyes in the mirror by your bed, chuckling softly as your body relaxed, he took those few seconds to flip your body to face him, your legs dangling off the edge of the bed as he leaned over you.

“James! you scared this shit out of me! you can’t be here!”

you’d protest, as usual, and as usual it would fall on deaf ears. his hands were already working away, tugging your shirt up and pulling your shorts down.

“don’t lie, sweetheart, you missed me so much, look at you…already soaking…mm, Dave really has to up his game before i steal you away for myself, huh?”

he purred in your ear, condescending as usual but he knew you liked it, being belittled and praised all at the same time. the power he had over you made him dizzy, made him crave this over any other random hookup he could get, obvious in the way he touched you with outright desperation, eager fingers delving into your panties and right over your clit in torturous circles.

“s-stop! stop, Jamey, we can’t! he’s downstairs! i told you not to come here anymore…I-…”

the moan that escaped your lips was even more desperate than his frantic touch, you knew in that moment that you’d given as much away, and judging by the sly grin on his face and the small tilt of his head, you were in for it.

“oh? did you say something, darling? i can’t quite hear you over those needy moans of yours.”

you tried to protest again, honestly you did, but before you could even make a sound, his fingers slipped in and curled right up to that sweet spot that had you trembling.

“you were saying?”

he teased, pumping his fingers slowly, just enough to have you whimpering which was quickly silenced by his lips, crashing against yours in a frenzy, a deep sigh of satisfaction escaping him as you let him in once more, tongues exploring. he’d been waiting for this all fucking day, between long hours at practice and droning conversations with managers and people who thought they knew better than him, relief teetered right on the edge and he intended to take it.

“what? can’t speak all of a sudden?”

you hated how he got to you like this, but you nodded in agreement anyways, it was agony, pure sweet agony,. he kept hitting the right spot each time, every pump his pace picked up, the whimpers and moans escaping your muffled mouth were filthy and he loved it, his hand over your lips adding to the taboo of the whole ordeal and as much as it was awful, it was intoxicating and it got you off like nothing else. soon enough that familiar feeling was brewing, taut in your belly like a string about to snap, your eyes met him in a silent beg.

he grinned once more, that familiar smile that he knew you hated because it always signalled mischief, he pulled his fingers out right when you needed them the most, leaving you looking dumbfounded and pathetic. tonight was the night, the night he would truly have you, he cupped your face and leaned in for a surprisingly gentle kiss, leaving the both of you dizzy and flushed, he nipped on your lower lip before pulling back and whispering.

“spread your legs, sweetheart, i’ve got plans for you, can you be a good little slut and take it?”

[sk4rlette8008]

This is part 1 <3

[the-mighty-het-speaks]

For Cliff, taken after Ktulu - 29/09/24

© Ross Halfin

[bloodletterbutch]

nothing is more intimate idc idc

[iheartjameshetfield]

SO JAMES IS MY ALL TIME FAVE PERSON (like youuu). And recently, ive been thinking of 1989 James. Like ajfa James. YOU KNOW WICH SEXY ASS ERA IM ON ABOUT.

This oneeeee.

And ive been making tiny scenarios in my brain (to help me sleep at nigh) of james fucking me on a hotel room floor.

HEAR ME OUT!!!

He has been out with the band for an interview and y/n has been in the hotel room, waiting for James. And when he comes home, hes so fucking needy. This leeds him to fucking you infront of the big mirror in the hotel room.

Doggy style, he pulls your hair and tells you to look at yourself, with mascara drooling down your face. RAHHHHH ITS ON MY MINDDDDD

VEE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THIS IS SO???????

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD.

he would’ve been thinking about you like alllllll day and it was driving him fucking insane right? so when he comes back and sees you in his boxers and one of his shirts and the way you come running to greet him in a huge hug and repeatedly kissing him, the only sane thing for him to do was to fuck you like both your lives depended on it.

it only made sense.

so here you are, forced into your hands and knees, barely holding yourself together. if it wasn’t for james’ grip on your hair and hips, you’d probably flop on the bed.

“oh, fuckkk you’re so tight. look at you, holy shit.” he’s in awe of the way your cunt keeps swallowing him and the precious moans that leave your throat. it was surely a sight to see, and he wanted you to see it as well.

“i said look at you.” he uses the grip he has on your hair as leverage to pull your head up, forcing your eyes to look at yourself in the mirror in front of you both. it was beautiful. filthy, but also beautiful. nonetheless.

you both watch the way your breasts jolt forward witch each trust, the way you’re barely holding it together. he shoves your face into the blanket, pulling your head to the side just enough to see you. he grabs your wrists, forcing them behind your back as he pulls you into him to meet him halfway with each pump.

you shut your eyes, crying out in pleasure which earns you a harsh slap to your ass, leaving a mark. he tugs on your wrist to pull your back against his chest as he rasps into your ear. “keep your fucking eyes open.” he orders.

all you could do is nod, too focused on getting to your release. you roll your hips onto his, feeling a familiar knot in your abdomen. james rests himself on his heels to get a better view of you pleasuring yourself on him.

“that’s it, baby, work for it. atta girl” he squeezes your hips as an encouragement. he uses one arms to cradle your stomach into him while his other sneaks down to rub your clit, helping you get to your release.

his breathy, pleasurable moans is what released the knot in your stomach, causing your cum to trickle down the length of him and onto your thighs. you rest your head in his shoulder as he continues to fuck up into you, getting to his own release.

he stills inside of you as he cums, making sure not to pull out until every drop of him is inside you. the both of you shudder when you feel him pull out, the sounds of your slick visible. he spreads your folds, showing you the way both of your cum seeps out of you in the mirror.

“so fucking beautiful.” he mesmerizes to himself more than to you

he’s so fucking beautiful how is he real????

[a5trocreep]

james colouring practice

[slightlymad]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES HETFIELD! — august 3, 1963

[no-remorse1983]

Don’t Forget Me PT.2

Pairing: 1998/2002 James Hetfield x f!reader

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, and crying

Characters: James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, Jason Newstead, Lars Ulrich, Francesca Hetfield, Y/N

Summary: James never meant to fall in love with a woman who wasn’t his wife. They fell in love…but knew they couldn’t be together as long as they wanted too.

Requested: Yes, one of my friends asked me to write a second part so here you are babes:>

Link to part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/

“Hi pretty girl.” His voice rang through her ears. Even though it was 3:18 in the morning in France, Y/N was wide awake now.

She could never mistake his voice…she never could. “J-James.” Y/N, shot up from her bed. It’s been 4 years since she had left…4 years since he told her his wife was pregnant. Y/N honestly never did expect to receive a call from him ever again. Though that never meant she stopped thinking about him. Somehow, no matter where she was, who she was talking to, who she was working for, he always lingered back into her mind.

Y/N heard James let out a loud sigh, “god you have no idea how happy I am to hear you.” Y/N found herself lightly giggling at his expression. As happy as she found herself being that he called, she was still wondering why he was. As bad as Y/N felt about it, she was hoping he was calling because it wasn’t working with Francesca anymore. But if he was just calling cause he needed a friend, she was ok with that too.

“Yea…it’s really good to hear you too James. What’s wrong?” Y/N could tell he was bothered by something. Even after 4 years, she could still read him like a book.

“Can I not call you cause I miss you?” James slightly teased, visibly relaxing at the sound of the small giggle she let out.

“You know what I mean James.” Y/N tried her best to sound serious, unable to contain the fact that she was really happy to hear from him. Y/N remembered exactly what she wrote in the letter she left him. She was being serious when she told him if things didn’t work out, or if he ever just needed a friend.

James remembered just how stubborn she was. When she had a question, she never stopped still she got the answer. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said in your letter.” James’s voice was hardly above a whisper.

Y/N softly smiled. That sentence gave her what she mainly wanting to know. “And?” Y/N pushed on.

James took a pause for a second. “Things haven’t been going good for a long time…” James knew he should feel guilty about giving up on his marriage, but he didn’t, he knew it wouldn’t work, and he tired, so he didn’t feel guilty.

Y/N knew it was wrong, but she felt happy the second he said that. “I’m sorry to hear that James.” Y/N tried to sound understanding.

James immediately started busting up laughing, “we both know you aren’t.” James wasn’t even offended.

Y/N started laughing as well, “can’t blame a girl for trying to make it seem so.” Y/N heard Dave groan next to her. Every tour, they always shared a room when Jordyn wasn’t touring with them.

“Shut the hell up Y/N.” Dave grumbled, throwing one of his pillows over to her bed in attempt to hit her.

Y/N grumbled, “one second James.” Y/N didn’t even let James respond before she took the phone away from her ear. “Shut the hell up Dave, you’re fine.” Y/N snapped back playfully, earning the finger from her friend before he turned back around to go back to sleep.

James felt his heart stop when he heard a man’s voice in the background. Was Y/N seeing someone? Was she is the same bed as another man? “Hey, sorry. Dave decided to be annoying.” Y/N snickered.

“It’s ok…who’s Dave…?” James asked hesitantly, not wanting to come off as jealous. It’s been 4 years, he wouldn’t blame her if she had found someone else.

Y/N knew his tone, that was the tone he used whenever something was bothering him or when he was jealous. Y/N lightly giggled at the fact that he was bothered by it. “Oh Dave? Just the guy I work for. Dave Grohl.” Y/N giggled at how jealous James sounded.

“Oh shit,I forgot you were working with them, still are I take it?” The name immediately clicked in James’s head.

“Yea! I have been since I left.” Y/N shrugged. She had grown quite close with the Foo Fighters members over the past few years.

“Y/N….! You know I love you, but please shut the actual hell up please.” Dave groaned, almost fully awake now.

“Fine…” Y/N sighed. “I’m sorry, I really have to go.” Y/N really didn’t want to hang up, but she knew she had stuff to do in the morning.

James sighed, “yea, yea, that’s perfectly fine. Call me back whenever you can.” As much as he didn’t want her to go, he knew it was late for her, and that she had things to do in the morning.

Y/N didn’t want to hang up, “Can you call me again 3:00ish your time? See ya rockstar.” Y/N sighed.

“Yea, yea I will. Bye pretty girl.” James felt a small appear on his face. It felt so good to hear her voice again.

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“Soooooooooooo.” Dave came up behind Y/N, making her almost choke on her sandwich.

“D-dude!” Y/N choked, slightly jumping. “You scared the shit out of me!” Y/N playfully slapped the guitarist.

“You gonna tell me who you were talking to last night?” Dave blew off her other comments, a grin on his face.

“How’d I know this was coming.” Y/N giggled.

“Well you woke me up at like 4:00 in the morning, so yes, yes it was coming.” Dave hand a snarky grin on his face. “Welllllllllllll?” Dave drew out his question.

Y/N knew she had no way out of this. “God damn you…fine.” Y/N grumbled, watching Dave grin from ear to ear. “So…you know that I guy I told you about from San Francisco?” Y/N started, getting a nod from Dave.

“Yea, the guy you were with but ended things cause his wife was pregnant.” Dave remembered the story word for word.

“Well I got a call from him last night…” Y/N hadn’t taken their conversation out of her mind ever since she woke up.

“Based on how much yapping you did, I’m going to guess it went well?” Dave teased.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile, “yeaaaaaa, he wants to see me again.” Y/N sounded like a little girl with her first crush.

“How much time do you need off?” Dave didn’t even bother asking to already know what she was wanting.

“Oh no, it’s ok, I can just tell him that I can go see him at the end of the tour.” Y/N didn’t want to miss any pay she could get.

“Payed leave, you never take vacations, you deserve it. And I can tell you wanna see him. How long do you need off?” Dave remembered the stories she told him about who she claimed to be the love of her life, he remembered laughing his ass off when he found out it was James Hetfield.

“Maybe a week and a half?” Y/N knew she wouldn’t win this.

“I’ll put you in for two weeks.” Dave got up to get back to rehearsal for tonight’s show.

Y/N knew he would t let her talk him out of 2 weeks, “thank you Dave!!” Y/N couldn’t wait to get James’s call tonight.

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Right on time, the phone rang, making Y/N practically run to pick it up. “Hi!” Y/N spoke the second she picked up the phone.

“You sound happy.” James smiled.

“I am…” Y/N trialed, “quick question.” Y/N added.

“What’s up?” James wondered. He wasn’t too worried about the guys getting mad that he was on the phone, when he told them what happened the night before they were all perfectly fine with him calling.

“Can you pick me up from the airport ok Friday?” Y/N grinned. She found everything she needed, flights, hotel, all she needed to know was if he could pick her up or if she needed a car.

“Wait, you’re coming on Friday??” James wanted to make sure he heard her right. Him and Francesca were already sleeping on separate beds, he could always get a hotel for a few nights to see Y/N and to get away from her.

“Dave gave me two weeks off, wanted to make sure everything was cool with you before I booked it.” Y/N couldn’t get the smile off her face.

James didn’t even have to think about it, “yes! Yes! Book it. Do you need money?” James hadn’t felt this excited in years.

“Ok! I’ll book it, I’ll be in San Francisco Friday afternoon at like 2:00 I think. And no, I don’t need any money.” Y/N giggled. She remembered how he always liked to make sure she was taken care of with whatever it was.

“Ok! Let me know the flight details and when you land then.” James felt like a little kid on Christmas.

“Yea, yea, I will! Ok well…I’ll see you Friday!” Y/N couldn’t believe she could say that now. She was seeing him again. “Oh! What’s your cell number? My phones weird overseas, doesn’t show me your number. Just so I can text over the flight info.” Y/N asked.

“Oh yea, of course. It’s *** *** ****.” James hadn’t wiped a smile off his face ever since she picked up the phone.

Writing down the numbers, “ok! Well I’ll text that over to you once I get booked, and I’ll text you sometime tomorrow. I have a busy morning.” Y/N once again didn’t wanna go, but she knew she had too.

“I’ll let you go then. I bet it’s late. Um…I can’t wait to see you.” James still hadn’t processed that Y/N was going to be with him in not even 3 days now.

“I can’t wait to see you too James. I’ll text ya tomorrow.” Y/N grinned.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow then.” James had never wanted Friday to come faster in his life than now.

[jameshetfieldlittlebug13]

Jason is a bottom no one can tell me otherwise

[liltingoddesss]

this. man's. smile.

it's so beautiful, bright, comforting, happy, sweet, imperfectly perfect, cute, warm.

there are some people whose smiles are literal sources of light.

they smile and a warm cozy feeling fills your heart.

he's one of those people-

you're welcome (coz i know you're silently thanking me for the smiling james compilation)

[dy3rs3v3]

James looking utterly gorgeous at Metallica's M72 World Tour Night 2 in Arlington, TX, 20.08.23

Pic by Camilarsz

[5magics]

he is seriously so dreamy

[killerqueenhetfield]

Bet he gives the softest forehead kisses