#james hetfield fanfiction

[wizard-on-whales]

This look was so hot but at the same time he needs some of his chub. I'll feed you well pookie dont worry

[metallicames]

Teenage dream

Part 2

Description: James and the reader haven't seen each other for ten days and when they finally manage to meet, passion takes over.

Warnings: age gap, smut, oral sex, sex, dirty talkinkg, unprotected sex.

⸻⭒⸱ 🖤 ⸱⭒⸻

It's been ten days since James and I last saw each other, ten endless days of waiting, sexting, calling at any time of the day or night until I reached a point where I almost thought I was going crazy.

Ten days of texts like "I can't stop thinking about being inside you, I'm so hard" during classes, of midnight calls like "Touch yourself for me baby girl, let me hear how bad you need me" while I'm locked in my room under the covers trying to imagine being touched by his hands while his deep sexy voice guides me towards pleasure. Imagining him without being able to actually have him was exhausting but finally the wait is over.

I park outside his huge house with my heart pounding, as I approach the door I am impatient, feverish. I enter through the main door, greeted by a soft and warm light and spicy scent. I find James behind the kitchen counter, as soon as he sees me he stops fiddling with the grill and he comes towards me. As he approaches I hold my breath, every time his rough beauty makes me falter. He comes close, the weight of his presence is overwhelming, his stature commanding the space. I feel small under his gaze, he takes the bag from my hand making it fall to the floor and without saying a word he kisses me holding me thight to him with both arms. His warmth immediately envelops me and we let ourselves go in an intense and passionate kiss, I can feel how much he craves me just by the way kisses and squeezes me. His embrace is tight, like he’s afraid to let me go, and I can feel the fire in him, burning through every touch. His hands immediately end up under my dress grabbing my buttocks with force lifting me on his hips "what if we talk later about how it goes and what we have done these days?uhm?" he says in a teasing tone starting to kiss my neck going down towards the shoulder blade.

Once we enter his bedroom he pushes me against the wall, I feel his erection between my legs while the hand that is not holding me up makes its way under my dress reaching one of my already turgid nipples. “God James...how much I missed you…” my whispered voice is punctuated by sighs while James pushes me even harder against the wall kissing me hungrily.

Shortly after he sits on the bed after taking off his pants and boxers, I missed seeing him naked, eager, hard just for me. I immediately get on my knees between his legs still wrapped in my good girl flower dress while James begins to slowly touch himself along the entire swollen and veiny length. He is so hot that I would stay still and watch him pleasure himself but the desire to make him enjoy and make him feel how much I missed him takes over. I lower myself and begin to kiss and lick his balls delicately taking them in my mouth and then caressing them with my tongue while he continues to jerk off with slow movements starting to pant loudly. I move up towards his length with my mouth, his hand ends up in my hair letting me take control. “Look at me while you suck it sweety... mhh like that” he breathes out, I obey looking up while my mouth is busy giving him pleasure and I already feel wet just looking at him and hearing his moans.

The grip on my hair becomes more vigorous as the minutes pass and when I slightly increase the pace, letting it slide completely into my mouth, James raises his hips against my face as he cums copiously in my mouth "Good god..yess" he purrs. I slow my movements and then I get up while I smile at him running a hand over his abdomen “damn, that was a lot” James says with labored breathing while I see a few more white drops coming out of his swollen tip which I promptly lick.

While James recovers I stand up in front of him and slowly undress, his eyes light up, his gaze penetrates me following my every movement, I get closer to his face kissing him and biting his lower lip.

“Ride me baby, let me feel how needy you are” his hot breath brushes my ear while with one hand he brings me closer to him. I position myself on top of him completely naked and wet without even being touched staring into his eyes, I take his already hard cock in my hands bringing it closer to my throbbing core. “I missed you so much” James whispers while I lower my hips feeling him sink inside me stretching out slowly my walls.

I start riding James, grinding on him, our bodies are entwined and our breaths labored, his large back is leaning against the headboard while his eyes clouded with pleasure observe my every movement, my every expression as I move on top of him rotating my hips, feeling every inch of him inside of me “This feel so good… God” I whisper panting “I know baby.. I know.. I feel how much you enjoy it.. how wet you’re… ssshhittt”. While we are enjoying the connection of our bodies his hands move from my hips pushing my arms behind my back, blocking me in that position. The moment I let my head fall back looking up I notice our reflection on the mirror attached to the ceiling. I keep riding him but my gaze never left the mirror that gave me a new perspective on our bodies “Do you like what you see baby?” James asks with a husky voice, tightening the grip on my wrists and giving me an unexpected thrust from underneath. “F-fuck yess” I say almost breathless as my mind is focused on the imagine and the sensation of our bodies moving in sync.

His strong grip on my wrists and the feeling of his thick cock buried deep inside me is all I need to come as I grind myself hard against him seeking even more friction against his pubic bone before collapsing against his chest with shaking legs: “my fucking god James” I breathe out. James releases his grip on my wrists and wraps his arms around me, holding me close to him, continuing to move underneath, giving me small slow thrusts, making the feeling of ecstasy prolong throughout my body: “Good girl.” He whispers, kissing my shoulder.

As I’m filled with a long wave of pleasure James moves me under him taking control and crushes me against his body, pushing himself into me so deep that I can’t breathe from the overstimulation. I cling to him with my nails, crossing my legs around his waist, watching the movements of his naked body through the mirror. Every muscle of his powerful back tense as he pushes himself into me slowly but with strength. Our moans echo throughout the room accompanied by the sound of the headboard slamming forcefully against the wall- thank god he has no neighbors.

With an unexpected move James rises slightly bringing my ankles up to his shoulders, he penetrates me again emitting a low growl “I’m going to destroy you.. fuck-” he lets out tightening his hand around my wrist next to my face. I'm completely lost, my eyes roll back in my head as I feel him moving inside me at an increasing pace, going deeper and deeper without ever stopping. “James keep going god.. I’m so close”.

James increases the pace even more looking into my eyes intensely: “I’m close too.. where do you want me to come?” I’m so fucked I can’t even answer, “mmmh? C’mon where do you want my cum?” he leans even more on me pushing my legs against his chest, buries balls deep inside of me, “I-inside of me..” I stammer, “tell me where baby girl” his hand tightens my neck and I see his eyes light up, “Come inside of my pussy.. please” I whimper clinging to his shoulders, James pushes against me crushing me under his body so deep that it seems to feel his big cock in my stomach. I look up at the ceiling, seeing him from that perspective, with his skin slightly moistened by sweat and hearing him pant and swear under his breath in my ear makes my vision goes blurry as I come shaking, pressed on the mattress by his weight as my moans come out uncontrollably from my mouth.

James follows shortly after, growing against the crook of my neck, holding me still with his hands until he finishes filling me completely.

Satisfied, he abandons himself on top of me, breathing deeply. I caress his short hair, slightly damp with sweat, and enjoy his smell as we try to recover from our hight, my eyes never stop admiring his broad back reflected in the mirror.

"You're quiet.. are you ok?" He asks me with his sigh altered while he's still inside of me. "Oh yes.. I'm enjoying the moment, you're... You're amazing" I whisper in his ear.

We stay in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, the soft warmth of the blankets surrounding us. We look into each other's eyes, not in a rush, savoring the quiet moment. Time seems to slow down as we remain there, feeling the rhythm of our breaths sync, content in the stillness.

"Are you hungry? I wanted to cook something before you came into the house in that little dress" he says to me in an amused tone.

"Yes, let's eat something." I reply with a smile.

We spend the next hour laughing and joking while James grills some game meat he hunted a few days ago. I love being with him and watching how our relationship is evolving even though I haven't told anyone about us yet for fear of breaking the spell.

"Y/N jokes aside, I want to talk to your dad, he deserves the truth, I don't want to hide, I really like you" he tells me in a serious and firm tone while he fills my plate and sits down in front of me.

"I like you too... a lot. You're right, I just have to find the courage, but it's the right thing to do." The fact that James wants to share our relationship with other people makes me realize that he cares about me and that he really wants to establish something deeper and this thing makes me feel euphoric and electrified as if I were living a dream.

When we finish eating the quiet hum of the evening settles between us while we tidy up the kitchen. I find myself lost in the details of him: his face scars, his jawline, the way his lips curve, and the strength in his shoulders and arms as he moves. My gaze lingers a little longer than it should, drawn in by the quiet magnetism that seems to surround him.

“I haven't told you this yet, but you're gorgeous” he suddenly whispers in my ear as he leans against my back, pushing me lightly against the kitchen counter, making me feeling the smooth surface cold against my heated skin.

I can feel his presence close, steady and comforting, yet intense.

Then, in a moment that feels inevitable, he finally bends me against the counter, his grip tightening with the force of who knows exactly what he wants, claiming what’s his, again.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Lost Somewhere in Time

A/n: don’t ask where this idea came from but I have like twenty more scenarios with this same plot

You time travelled and James wanted to see how much he improved in fucking you???

Warnings: smut, fingering (f receiving), whiny James, dom James, slight daddy kink, praising, double penetration, overstimulation, size kink, it’s not specified but (younger) James is a virgin, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 2 Part 3

“You’re not fucking doin’ it right.” James said, swatting his younger self on the top of his head. “She’s never gonna cum like that!” He groaned.

You were sitting in young James’s lap, naked, back against his clothed chest. You were in his room, on his bed, the blonds older version sat next to you and watching closely, judging the younger technique.

“At least I can still get it up.” James grumbled, chin resting on your shoulder as he watched what he was doing, rubbing the general area of your cunt with three flattened fingers. It didn’t feel bad, per se, but you were used to the more experienced hands of your silver devil.

James scoffed. “Yeah, that’s not helping you finger her.” The short haired man said while the other rolled his eyes. “Look, one finger and just push it in slow.” He directed, arms crossed over his chest, watching as his younger self grudgingly did as he said.

Your face scrunched as he pushed a finger in. “Daddy.” You whined, looking to the boyfriend you knew.

“I know, I know, sweetheart.” He assured, rubbing your thigh. “Smaller than you’re used to.”

“Bitch!” James yelled, hand snapping -he wanted to slap himself but stopped, remembering he was still with a beautiful woman that he couldn’t wait to call his- and making you moan.

You’re glad you met James when you did, 80’s James was not exactly great with his hands yet, they weren’t thick like you were used to, slim and flimsy. You weren’t wet, but his older counterpart had at least guided him enough to use his spit as lube.

“Do that.” The older said. The younger looked back to you, pushing his finger in and pulling it out a moment later. “Faster, hard and fast, like a guitar.”

“M’not a guitar.” You mumbled, running your hand up the younger arm, amused at his untatted skin. It was a new sight, definitely a fun one.

“I know, but he’s stupid.”

“I’m you!”

“And I was stupid.” Their voices were different, one higher and cleaner, whinier, the other was deeper and raspier, more commanding and dominant, but they both that boyish sunshine to them.

James huffed, brows furrowed in annoyance and frustration. He looked back to you, placing a few kisses on your cheek and jaw, moving down your neck while his wrist repeated the snapping motion until the room filled with your moans.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” Older James encouraged, eyes flickering between your needy cunt , sucking in the younger’s fingers over and over as he added a second and then a third, and pretty expressions, face morphing in pleasure. “Right there, there it is, oh, that’s so good, isn’t it, sweetheart?” He mused, watching you cum, back arching against James chest.

He wore a band shirt and jeans, both clearly having been worn for ages, now there was a wet spot soaking into his jeans. His free hand was on your side, arm over your stomach and holding you tight to him, forcing you to push back into him.

“Give ‘er here.” The older said, nodding to you and gesturing with his hands.

“Why?” The younger asked, getting possessive over you now. Same man, different packaging. “She’s good here, nice and comfy, with someone her own fucking age, weirdo.”

The older man didn’t care for his words and rolled his eyes, pulling you onto his lap. “My turn.” You got nice and comfy in his lap, the familiarity of his size, encompassing you in his warmth.

His hand, gruffer and thicker than the others, went to your neglected clit, rubbing it between two fingers. “Oh, that’s nice, isn’t it?” He asked, kissing the other side of your face, making his own marks on you, darker and more prominently placed.

You nodded eagerly, hooking your knees over his. The younger was given a full view of your anatomy, eyes wide and lips parted slightly.

A wide smile spread across your face as the James behind you rubbed you senseless and you reached for the James in front of you. “C’mere.” You bubbled.

He didn’t need to be told twice, hurriedly getting to his feet, tossing his shirt aside and hopping out of his jeans, nearly tripping over them as they got stuck on his big ass grippers, something you constantly teased your boyfriend over -he put an end to that recently, making you ride his boot after you made a joke on a bad day.

His boxers were soaked through with his cum from earlier, peeling off his hard cock sticky. He climbed onto the bed and reached for your hips, pulling you closer until he was lined up with you.

Oddly enough, he looked up to his older self, who was just giggling at the size difference. Not to say that he was ever really small, but he definitely got better as time went on.

He pushed into you with a groan, eyes screwing shut and jaw dropping in pleasure. He couldn’t hold himself back, hips rutting and thrusting into you, bucking helplessly into your warmth.

“Fuck, you don’t care about her at all.” The silver headed man grumbled, fingers still on your sensitive nub. He pulled away from you for a moment, pulling down his jeans and pulling himself out of his boxers.

As soon as you heard the zipper you knew what was to come but nothing could prepare you for the stretch of double James, eyes shooting open and a cry ripping from you.

You lurched forward, arms wrapping around the younger and clawing at his shoulders, making him groan -the noise was high and really it barely classified as a groan, he moaned right in your ear and they only got needier as he got closer, feeling James grinding against him inside you, it was all too much for him.

The sound of the twins moans and groans, grunts and whines, in opposite ears at the same time, it was melodic. You didn’t even have to do anything but sit pretty on your knees for them, let them fuck you into oblivion.

“Fuck, I-I can’t- oh god.” The younger mumbled, muffling his voice by hiding his face in your neck. His thrusts were losing the little rhythm they had as he spilled his seed in you. He kept moving, overstimulating himself, cock twitching and pulsing inside you, tears brimming his eyes.

The older of the two leaned down to your ear, nipping your earlobe while he chuckled, a low grumble of a noise. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not even close yet.” It was a brag, a brag that he could last longer than himself but a brag nonetheless.

The other James heard it, whining into your other ear as he forced himself to keep going, not ready to admit he wasn’t ready for this, for you.

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Give em the ole razzle dazzle

[ilovepapahet]

James Hetfield HeadCanons

lord 1999 is so beautiful and beefy I love him oh so much, like guys it’s actually insane

anywho my headcanons for S&M/99

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SFW

he’s comfortable to lay on (I don’t even know if this counts as a headcanon) ether on his arm or chest sometimes his thighs

he’s quite literally your personal bodyguard always standing behind you making sure no one’s in your way (or no one flirts with you)

lots and lots of kisses I don’t know why but he always has to kiss you like before going on stage before you leave for work before he leaves for tour/the studio always you don’t mind it though

Staying on topic with physical affection he needs his arms around you at all times always holding on to you

Literally on your shoulder on your hip/waist (and if your at an event and you’re sitting down his hand is on your thigh)

If you at a show or event with him he always makes sure your not a uncomfortable is anyway asking if your alright or if your overwhelmed and if you need to leave

He wants what’s best for his girl he also loves cooking for you especially your favourite meals (although this can go with any era) even if it might not be the best you still appreciate it

NSFW

He’s a fucking beast in bed (totally not a reference to those pair of underwear he had) he’s folding you in half literally fucking you into the mattress than going into missionary

it’s like he’s bipolar he doesn’t know if he wants to fuck you rough or not

(I read this somewhere but I don’t remember where) Jame is the kind of person to call you a good girl and a dumb slut in the same sentence (especially this era)

he’s also such a tease he’ll fuck you bring you so close to orgasm before just stopping leaving you a sobbing mess

he love to edge you literally making you cry and beg to cum before he kisses you sweetly and fucks you like a animal (NIN reference)

but after all that sex he’s bathing you with kisses and compliments and that you did so well for him before he wraps you in his arms and falls asleep

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sorry this took so long still trying to find the he time and motivation

[broidobe]

𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

not requested

⁎⁺˳✧༚metallica masterlist

always going to some kinds of bar

james is pretty low pda but as SOON as he gets drunk he is insanely needy

he’s all over you

kissing you while you are talking to someone

stealing you away while you are talking to another person

he's sooo protective

backstage when they are meeting fans, he will NOT let anyone near you

he stands right next to you, hand around your waist

always taking you on some sort of date

always has you in the studio

kirk has compared you two to yoko and john 

in which you thought was very…unkind

james answered with “yeah cause i’m smart and she just whines”

that earned him silent treatment for a considerable amount of time

always making jokes about people together

that guy looks like he would…

holy shit is that…

brings you everywhere

points at you while on stage and winks

flexes on the other members (especially lars)

guess what i'm doing after this? i'm going to y/n’s place

did you know that y/n…

imagine not having someone like y/n

lars responds with a sassy little eye roll and walks away

[ghostbustting]

some lazy sex with James in the afternoon,like they are just sitting on the couch and she straddles him and rides him slowly and lazily(ig load/reload James would fit this scenario) thank u <3

♯ ; “���𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑳𝒀„ ༘⋆

James Hetfield x Reader.

Contains smut (p in v, riding), slight fluff.

Song: Heavenly by Cigarettes After Sex.

The damp state of the pavement I step on caused the steps of my boots to sound louder as I walk up the steps to my home, the door that awaits looking as welcoming as ever, my body seeks the warmth that one of my favorite places always provides me with. Also with the knowledge that the man I seek love in was also waiting for me behind those walls.

A perfect combo of what I need right after a long tiring day of work and endless lectures from my boss.

Turning my attention away from the beautiful gradation of afternoon skies, my hand dug into the bag hanging on my shoulder, wriggling through items and items till I find the cool metal of the silver key, pulling it out right away.

Unlocking and opening the door themselves feels like a reward. A fresh air of home to breathe. As a child, you might wish to be out of your house most of the times. But now, I truly wish nothing more but to have even the tiniest time in the universe to just get the chance to lay in my bed with my arms around him while rain pours outside, not a single care of the world and definitely not a single lecture ringing in my ear from that sissy man I had the torture to call my 'boss'.

The first few steps I took into the house, I can already see him, feeling that damn flutter in my heart whenever my eyes land on him- almost as if I haven't been with him for years by now, almost as if each new sight of him makes me a new woman.

James was sitting on the couch with his body leaned back all the way, his head resting on the folded arms he had behind his head while his eyes had a focused stare at the show playing on the television set in our living room. My eyes didn't leave out the sight of his spread legs, the fabric of his dark jeans stretching out. The focus he had on the telly wasn't long the moment my presence became noticeable, his eyes darting away from the screen and towards me, his pupils lighting up with a lazy smile on his face.

What a sight you are, James Hetfield.

"If it isn't my hardworking woman." He teasingly spoke in a breath as one of his arm leave the back of his head to beckon me with his fingers to come closer. "How was your day? That old guy still being a pain in the ass?" He chuckle softly.

My hand discarded my bag away, tossing it onto the floor without another care for the things packed inside of it, my care only for him. The closer I get to him, the more I notice the way his eyes weren't as energized as they usually were, James looking rather... sleepy. Yet still, it didn't really change the fact his face looks so fuckable kissable.

I sigh as my body gently yet immediately drop onto his lap with my legs on each side of his thighs, almost like a reflex or a habit by now. His lap seemed to be the only rightful place for my ass to be placed on and James was definitely not going to deny that. In fact, he'd be the one who claim that in the first place.

My chin rest on his shoulder as I mumble into his ear, "Don't wanna talk about my day." I let out a small tired out grunt before relaxing to the feeling of the touch of one of his hands on my back, rubbing soothingly up and down while the other was running through the strands of my hair instead, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

"That bad?" He chuckles yet again, head leaning down to press a soft kiss to my temple before trailing to my neck, settling on the crook of it, a small shaky breath escaping my lips when I feel the ticklish feeling of his moustache rubbing against my skin. The feeling of his body under mine felt like being burried in layers of warm thick blankets, the warmth of his skin was exactly what I needed after a long day in a season such as this.

”You’re here now, that’s all that matters..”

Pressed against my neck, I can feel the curve of his lips form a soft smile at my words, the smallest gesture that cause much more to me, my body relaxing so muh to the point i feel like turning to jelly, my body soon molding into his.

”Tired, mm?” He whisper as he stroke my hair again, that same hand slowly trailing down to my shoulder where he��d rub soothing circles to my skin before trailing down yet again, this time to my back. However, he was not stopping till he eventually reach my waist and his fingertips land on the waistband of my pants. “Just relax… You deserve it.”

The post-work tiring state my body was in was too consuming that I almost fell asleep right on his body, oblivious to the way his hands move across my body and the absence of my clothes. All I know was that just out of nowhere, the only thing on me was my button up shirt, which was now half undone, as well as the disappearance of James’ jeans that I had been sitting on, my ass now up in the air with the help of James’ large warm palm holding my ass, his other hand focused on aligning his now unleashed cock with the entrance of my cunt.

Scenarios such as this one wasn’t rare to be found during tiring Afternoons like this. We would occasionally find ourselves having gentle and sweet love making in order to relax. In a way, the way our soul and body meets and connects in this one particular activity, it feels so heavenly. His soul was is exactly where I want to be, where I belong. Just giving our love to each other feels like a gush of wind that was able to blow away all our stress that were once acting as a heavy weight on our shoulders.

I let out a small sigh of relief by the time he slowly drop my body, his full length almost immediately filling me up to the brim, yet so gently that it didn’t hurt me one bit, whereas it usually would with his often rough style of making love. I can feel the veiny skin of his length against my gummy walls, gently clenching around him.

My hands rest on his chest with my head laying completely on his shoulder, putting every bit of my weight on him as he welcomed me with his arms wrapped around my waist, fingertips grazing up and down my skin every now and then, his touch so gentle yet with so much love beneath all those gentleness.

”How lucky I am to find such a hardworking woman like you..” He whisper with his lips pressed onto my ear, his hot breath fanning against my skin here and there while goosebumps appear on my skin from the touch of his hand on my back, stroking my skin with feather-like touches. Each touch of his skin on mine felt like a dream.

A small whine left my lips, “The luck is all on my side..” I manage to whisper back before I try to lift my hips up, only managing to lift it shortly before dropping back onto his length, my body choosing a lazy ride to our releases. “My man..” I mumble as I lift one of my hand from his chest to lay upon his cheek, my head leans in just enough for our lips to meet one another, the kiss was rather slow yet sloppy as well, tongues meeting and wrestling every here and there.

Still, I maintain my lame attempt of a ride, using the smallest effort to push my hips up. Yet he didn't complain one bit, James seemed to rather enjoy the slow ride, the proximity allowing me to catch onto his small breathy grunts, holding and stroking my lower back.

Now and then, I feel the tip of his cock gently nudge a spot in me, nudge- not hit, due to the lack of energy I put in riding him. Pulling back from the kiss, my head have made a comfortable stay on his shoulder, one of the hands I had on his chest came up to play with the choker and the wolf pendant that loops around his neck. His eyes were unavoidable. His gaze soft yet cutting right through me even when I'm not looking.

As time goes by, I stop trying to ride on him, giving up. Instead, I slowly grind my hips against his again and again, the friction pulling out a small whine from the back of my throat, "James.." I mumbled out his name, almost unconsciously. Anyone would mistake me to be sleeping with my half lidded eyes. But I'm just simply loving the moment.

"Close?" His voice whisper into my ear, pulling my hair away so he could have a clear view of my dazed face, leaning down to press a kiss to my cheek. "C'mon, angel. Release it. You deserve it.."

I let out a sigh as I force myself to open up my eyes and softly smile up at him. I can feel him throb inside me, as well as my walls clenching around his length. My hands were holding onto his broad shoulders as eventually I feel my orgasm control over me, warm fluids of my release gushing out and around his cock, triggering his own release which was soon shooted into me, his cum painting white all over my walls as we sat there, body still connected as one, soul forever united.

James wrapped his arms around me, slowly pulling me down with him on the couch to lay down, my head resting on his chest that acts like a pillow to me, his cock slipping out of my cunt with a pop. The last thing I hear before falling into dreamland being,

"Sleep tight, angel. Dream of me."

[bleedthafreak]

hello😁 do u mind writing something like 1991 james screwing reader that’s in a new band and the bands meet eachother or something & obviously it eventually leads to getting absolutely piped LOLOL thxthxthx

The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the sharp scent of sweat, a mix of adrenaline and exhaustion. It was the usual chaos of a backstage area—roadies hauling gear, musicians nursing drinks, the occasional groupie slipping through security. The band had just wrapped up their first opening slot for the tour, still high on the rush of playing for a crowd bigger than anything they'd seen before.

She still wasn’t used to this. Being on tour, having to bite back the urge to fangirl over the bands she had posters of back home. She gripped her drink tightly, her heart racing with excitement more than nerves, soaking in every moment like a dream she didn’t want to wake up from.

And then there was him.

James Hetfield was all confidence and raw magnetism, moving through the crowd like he belonged in every room he walked into. Which, in a way, he did. He barely needed to glance in her direction, but when he did, it was with an intensity that made her stomach tighten

"Nice set," he said, voice husky from whiskey and years of screaming into microphones.

She hesitated, gripping her beer. "Thanks. You too. Obviously."

His laugh was a low rumble, and the next thing she knew, they were talking—about music, touring, the thrill of the stage. The alcohol made her loosen up, her shy exterior cracking. She found herself gushing a little, the fan side of her slipping out between slurred words.

"I mean, it’s Metallica. You guys are fucking legends," she blurted, cheeks warm from the booze and too tipsy to be embarrassed. "I used to try and copy your guitar tone. Never got it right, though. You just—fuck, you play like you mean it."

James let out a low chuckle, taking a sip of his drink. "That’s ‘cause I do mean it. Every note, every riff—it’s gotta come from somewhere real, or people can tell when it’s bullshit." He tilted his head slightly, eyes locked onto hers. "That’s why you were good tonight. You felt it."

Her breath hitched slightly, caught off guard by the compliment. "I—uh—thanks."

He leaned in closer, voice dropping. "You ever wonder what else could feel real?"

One drink turned into two, into three, and at some point, she realized just how close they were standing. She wasn’t sure who moved first, only that one second they were still talking, and the next, he had her pressed against the wall of a dressing room, lips hot and demanding.

It was an accident. A heat-of-the-moment, an absolute reckless mistake. His hands were rough, calloused from years of playing, gripping her waist like he’d been waiting for this. It was rushed, filthy, desperate. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he took what he wanted, as she let herself drown in it just this once.

And then, it was over.

She was jolted awake by the sound of someone pounding on the door. Groggy and sore in ways that made her gasp, she barely had time to register her surroundings before a familiar voice called out, "Get your ass up! Bus is leaving in ten!"

Her heart pounded as she sat up, rubbing her eyes. Reality hit her like a freight train. James Hetfield. She had slept with James Hetfield. A wave of almost-regret—or maybe just overwhelming disbelief—crashed over her as she scrambled to find her clothes.

What the hell had she been thinking?

If she thought that night was a one-time thing, she was dead wrong.

That was, until she grabbed the setlist before soundcheck—and her eyes widened a bit. Right at the top, clear as day: Metallica.

They were the opening act tonight.

A flicker of nervous energy running through her. Still, she forced herself to shake it off. He was a rockstar. Hookups like that probably happened all the time for him. He probably didn’t even remember it.

So why did her pulse quicken just a little at the thought of seeing him again?

She felt a little off during the set, her focus slipping at times, fingers faltering over notes she could usually play in her sleep. It wasn’t nerves, not really—just a nagging awareness in the back of her mind. A couple of times, she caught her bandmates glancing her way. Still, she pushed through, refusing to let it distract her.

And then, after the final song, she walked offstage—only for James to suddenly appear beside her, effortlessly falling into step.

"Where you headed?" he asked, smirking.

"Uh—backstage? My room," she muttered.

"Good. I’ll walk you," he said, not giving her a choice, his hand lightly resting on her lower back as they moved through the halls.

Her heart pounded. Mind freaking out but still not speaking up or stopping him, too curious and maybe even excited.

Once they reached her dressing room, James stepped inside without hesitation, pushing the door closed behind him—but not locking it. Her breath caught as he took a slow step forward, backing her against the wall with an easy confidence, his body crowding hers.

"Happy to see me?" he asked, voice low, amused.

She bit her lip smiling, looking away. "Maybe a little."

He smirked, his fingers brushing lightly over her arm. "Good. ‘Cause I’ve been thinking about you all damn week."

James didn’t give her time to respond before his lips were on hers, urgent, rough. He backed her up until the backs of her thighs hit the table in front of the mirror. She gasped as he turned her, bending her over, pressing a hand against the small of her back.

Slipping her shorts and panties down. He spread her open with his thumbs, tracing her wet drooling pussy. "Missed me, didn’t she?" he murmured, his breath hot against her that had her shivering. "Poor thing’s been neglected all week. It’s okay, I’m back now. Gonna give her all the attention she needs."

Before she could react, his mouth was on her, sucking her clit into his mouth before licking deep, his beard scraping against her soft skin. Her moans filled the small room, her thighs trembling as he devoured her like a man starved.

"Fuck, james!" She said loudly, gripping the edge of the table as her vision was looking fuzzy.

He groaned against her, tongue fucking into her before pulling back to whisper, "So damn sweet.”

She barely had time to catch her breath before he stood, grabbing her face so she can look at herself in the mirror. "Look at yourself," he ordered. "Look at how fucking wrecked you are and i haven’t even pounded you yet." Letting her head fall as he went to unzip his pants and pull out his cock.

It was thick and hard as he moved it up and down against her, smiling as he watched her juices lube him up before pushing himself in, stretching her inch by inch. The wet squelch filled the air, mixing with their heavy breathing. He gripped her chin, forcing her to watch herself as he fucked into her. "God, you take me so well," he groaned. "Still fucking tight as last time."

Her moans grew higher, her body tensing as her orgasm built. James’ grip tightened on her hips, his thrusts growing rougher, deeper, his balls slapping against her soaked cunt with each snap of his hips. The wet squelch of their bodies colliding echoed in the small room, filthy and unrelenting.

"Fuck—listen to that," he groaned, voice thick with lust. "So messy, sweetheart. You gonna make a mess for me?"

She gasped, fingers scrambling for purchase against the table, her legs trembling as he fucked her harder, his cock hitting that spot that had her seeing stars.

"That’s it," he murmured, leaning over her, his breath hot against her ear. "Come on, let me feel you."

Her body gave in, her walls clenching tight around him as her orgasm crashed over her. A cry ripped from her throat, her whole body trembling as pleasure overtook her. James cursed, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own high, but then he suddenly slowed, laughing darkly.

"Shit, sweetheart…" He pulled back just slightly, enough for her to feel the emptiness before slamming back in, making her cry out. "Anyone could walk in and see you like this, bent over, dripping for me."

The thought sent a shiver down her spine, a whimper escaping her lips. "James—"

"Yeah? You like that?" He grinned against her neck, rolling his hips in slow, deep strokes that had her squirming, overstimulated but desperate for more. "Bet you’d just let ‘em watch, huh? Let ‘em see how good I fuck you?"

"Shut up," she gasped, but the way she clenched around him betrayed her.

James chuckled, his grip bruising as he pounded into her harder. "Not when you’re squeezing me like that. You want more, don’t you?"

She couldn’t answer, couldn’t form words—only breathy moans as another orgasm built fast and sharp. He felt it, too, his thrusts growing desperate, relentless.

"Come again for me, sweetheart. One more time."

The coil in her stomach winding tighter, but this time, she didn’t just take it—she moved. Bracing herself, she began rocking back against him, meeting his thrusts with eager desperation, her ass smacking against his hips with each bounce. The obscene squelch of their bodies filled the air, mixing with her breathy whimpers and his low, guttural groans.

"Fuck, look at you," he rasped, gripping her hips tighter, watching in the mirror as she fucked herself onto his cock. "So eager. You gonna take what you need, sweetheart?"

She gasped, nodding frantically, her fingers slipping on the table as she arched her back, pushing him deeper. "James—fuck—gonna—"

"Yeah, you are," he growled, snapping his hips harder, making her cry out. "Come for me. Let me feel it."

A broken sob left her lips as her body trembled, her legs threatening to give out. James cursed under his breath, his movements growing erratic before he suddenly pulled out, stroking himself quickly. With a deep groan, he spilled hot and thick over her ass, admiring it for a little before tugging her panties back up. He smirked as he watched his cum seep into the fabric before grabbing her shorts, sliding them up her shaky legs.

He started at her back, pressing slow, lingering kisses along her spine before moving to her shoulder, then up to her neck. Each touch was deliberate, teasing. He chuckled softly as she shivered beneath him, still trying to catch her breath, her body weak from pleasure. 

Yeah she had a feeling this wasn’t going to be a one time thing.

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write something that involves sweet sex with 80s!James I beg you i luv him so much

i tried making this really sweet!! hope i managed it <3

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“You’re a needy little thing, huh?” he grinned against your lips, a cocky smirk that made it clear he knew he was the one making you feel that way; needy for him, for his love, for his affection. You grunted. “Told you I missed you,” you replied, as if that explained everything, because it did. He kissed you again, no more words required, slowly unhooking your bra and pulling you closer, your bare breasts pressing against the fabric of his tee. 

✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, james hefield x female!reader, +18, language, romance, mxf sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming

“Is this alright?” your boyfriend murmured, his voice slightly muffled as he pressed his lips against the soft skin of your neck. His thumb traced slow circles on your thigh as you sat between his legs on the bed. You let out a soft laugh, half giggle, half sigh as his hot breath against your skin gave you goosebumps, your heartbeat quickening in anticipation.

"Way more than alright," you said softly, letting out a small, contented hum as he kissed your neck again, this time giving it a playful nibble. He chuckled softly, pulling you closer with his arms wrapped around your waist. You cupped James' face in your hands, biting your lower lip with a smile as you admired his slightly flushed cheeks and his blue eyes, brimming with a mix of love and amusement. "I missed you."

"Hmm," he mumbled, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss. You giggled against his lips, tangling your fingers in his hair as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Missed you too."

Being in a relationship with James was pretty smooth sailing, but there was one thing that proved tougher than you'd bargained for: his schedule. With his band's rising fame, every day seemed to bring more chaos. It wasn't like you couldn't handle a few weeks apart here and there, but nothing beat having him back after a tour, his arms a well deserved reward after being apart for so long.

He always seemed to have a knack for knowing what you needed, too; James could read you like a book, and he knew when you wanted him to be rough, when you wanted him to be gentle. This time, all you craved was his love, and of course James could sense that, his lips tracing lazy patterns on your skin as you smiled contentedly.

"Can I take your shirt off?" he husked, one hand already slipping under the fabric to caress your stomach. You nodded, blushing as he peeled the shirt away, his eyes sparkling with mischief when he spotted the black lace bra underneath. He grinned at you. "Nice bra, babe."

"Shut up, James," you muttered, cheeks flushed, and he chuckled.

"I'm just giving credit where it's due!"

"I know, it's just..." You pulled his face closer to yours, pressing your lips to his, and he grumbled, one hand holding your waist firmly while the other fumbled with your bra clasp.

“You’re a needy little thing, huh?” he grinned against your lips, a cocky smirk that made it clear he knew he was the one making you feel that way; needy for him, for his love, for his affection. You grunted.

“Told you I missed you,” you replied, as if that explained everything, because it did. He kissed you again, no more words required, slowly unhooking your bra and pulling you closer, your bare breasts pressing against the fabric of his tee. 

You giggled breathlessly, fingers tangled in his hair as his lips danced with yours, his tongue exploring your mouth leisurely. James hadn’t always been this confident, but after a couple of years together, you could say you both knew exactly what the other liked, and you adored being kissed by him, slow, tender kisses that you knew were just the start of something more.

"Want to get into a comfier position?" he mumbled, planting a few small kisses on your lips. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he effortlessly lifted you, laying you down on the bed. His body hovered over yours as he peppered soft kisses along your jaw, one hand caressing your cheek in the sweetest way.

"Don't you ever get tired of kissing me?" you smiled, tugging at his shirt until he pulled away briefly, taking it off before diving back into kissing you. He nibbled on your lower lip gently as he pressed his body against yours. You sighed contentedly, closing your eyes as you felt his warm skin against yours.

"Why would I?" he grunted, his lips trailing down to your neck as he unbuttoned your pants. "You're so pretty, I don't think I'll ever get tired of it."

"Cut it out," you murmured, a stubborn grin on your lips as he pulled your pants down, revealing your panties, black lace matching your bra, which was discarded somewhere on the room's floor. "You're making me blush."

"I'm just speaking the truth," he said softly, his fingers tracing the outline of your puffy lips through the fabric of your panties. You could feel him getting harder, the bulge in his pants growing more pronounced, sending a pleasant shiver up your spine as you bit your lower lip softly. He pressed his thumb against your clit, and you gasped. "You're the prettiest girl I know."

"Is that why you're all worked up?" you murmured, and he snorted. He gently pulled you by your shoulder, laying you on your side and lying down behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You blushed as you heard the soft sound of his belt being unbuckled, his zipper being pulled down as he removed his pants and underwear. He grabbed your hips, pressing the heat of his arousal against your ass, planting soft kisses on your shoulder.

“You’re one to talk. You’re soaking wet,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, his hands pulling down your panties to finish undressing you. He raised his upper body slightly, using one arm for support as he turned your face to kiss your lips again. You moaned, your hand seeking out his cock, and he grunted into your mouth as you found it, swiping your thumb slowly over the tip, using his precum to massage it.

You guided him into you, letting out little sighs of pleasure as James pressed his cock against your entrance, pushing just the head inside before sinking completely into you with a grunt. You closed your eyes, letting out a small moan as your walls clenched around him softly, adjusting to the way he stretched you out as he filled you up.

“Fuck,” James moaned, burying his face in the curve of your neck, and you chuckled breathlessly as he kissed your shoulder softly. “Fuck, babe, you’re so warm… Can I stay like this for a while?”

“Yeah,” you answered, moaning softly when his fingertips found your clit, massaging it in slow circles. 

You closed your eyes, feeling James' lips planting gentle kisses on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your body instinctively reacted, tightening around him, craving more, the lack of movement only making you wetter and needier. Tilting your head to the side, you met James' lips with your own, the urgency in his kiss igniting a fire within you, his tongue moving against yours amidst soft moans and sighs. He shifted just enough to press himself closer, prompting a sharp moan from you that earned a chuckle from him.

"Damn, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his fingers picking up speed on your clit, making you lift your leg, grinding against his hand. You could feel his hardness inside you, your tightness begging for him to move; you tried to rock your hips, but he quickly grabbed them, keeping you still. You gasped, tears welling in your eyes. James grunted. "Not yet, princess."

"Please..." you whimpered, squeezing around him deliberately. He let out a deep groan, his grip on your hips firming. "Please, Jamie, I need you so bad..."

“I’m right here, babe,” he groaned, easing into you with a slow thrust that made you shut your eyes, a soft moan escaping your lips. You couldn't believe how he managed to keep it together, especially when you felt yourself melting all around him from just his touch. “My sweet girl…”

“You’re gonna make me come,” you moaned, cheeks burning as you felt yourself tightening around him, his words sending a rush of warmth through your body. He chuckled softly, easing you onto your belly and lying on top of you, his warmth and scent surrounding you. You let out a sharp moan as he slid into you slowly once more, settling into a gentle rhythm that sent shivers through your entire body. "James..."

"Just giving you what you asked for," he replied, his breath hot against your ear, his voice thick with desire. You squeezed your eyes shut, fingers gripping the bed sheets as your body pulsed around his slow thrusts, his cock stretching you open with each deliberate movement. James let out a soft groan, hands gripping your hips as he picked up the pace slightly, lips trailing against the tender skin of your neck. You whimpered as your entire body clenched around him, the tension in your belly building with each of his thrusts, his uneven breaths against your skin sending shivers down your spine. "Love you so damn much," James moaned, nipping at your ear as he tugged gently on a handful of your hair. "My girl..."

"James, I'm... Oh!" you moaned, biting your lip as you felt your pussy clenching around his cock slowly. James grunted, his self-control slipping as he thrust harder, pounding into you while moaning into your ear. Fuck. It was too good — you couldn't hold back anymore. You let out a small cry, burying your face in the mattress as your body trembled, the tension in your belly releasing as you came around James' cock. His grip on your hair tightened, causing you to whimper softly as he emptied himself inside you with one last thrust.

You let out a small gasp as James pulled out, your cunt clenching around nothing, already missing the feel of him inside you. He planted a soft kiss on your shoulder, then settled on his knees between your hips as you rolled onto your back, pleasure still lingering in your hazy eyes as they met his blue gaze. A smile spread across his face as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. You sighed contentedly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He peppered kisses on your lips, then your cheek, then your jawline, before pulling back and lying down beside you, his forehead resting against yours.

"Love being with you," he murmured, and you smiled, your fingertips tracing along his lower lip slowly.

"Because of the sex?" you asked, and he chuckled.

"Yeah, that's a bonus," he said. You giggled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as you nuzzled into his chest. You pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone, your lips trailing up his neck to his jawline.

"I love you, Jamie," you whispered, and he let out a low, contented hum before his lips found yours again.

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Pull Me Down Hard ✩ James Hetfield (18+)

Request (anonymous): Imagine James coming home after tour and he hasn't seen you in a long time, and he brings you to the Metallimansion of course. But he has the biggest need to fuck you, but the others are downstairs, so he ends up cockwarming and grinding you, while talking dirty and then fucking you senseless.

The pent-up energy that's brought back home with the guys after tour never gets old, whether they've only been gone for a few weeks at a time, or for months. This one has been their longest one and time away so far, and their wide and exhausted smiles are more than welcome, as they pile themselves out and excitedly walk your way. The other members and your guys' mutual friends speed up to you and swoop you into deep and seconds lasting long hugs, before quickly moving on to their loved ones still waiting for them beside you, and your heart pounds in your chest as you wait for James to finally come into view.

As soon as he does, your already wide smile begins to further beam, and you're unable to stop yourself from unwringing your hands and running the short distance. Freed strands of dirty blonde hair caress the sides of your shoulders as you're lifted into the air, and something akin to comfort settles in your chest as his large hands mold themselves around your waist. The end of the summer breeze cascades itself along you both, as well as the other members and their families chatter in the background, as you two tightly grasp onto each other and take each other in. Soon, you're unwinding your arms from around James' shoulders, and being welcomed by his own ecstatic grin, as you lean forward to rest your forehead against his.

"Back so soon?" You rasp with a teasing lilt, gasping around a short bout of laughter as he slaps your jean clad ass in retaliation, before loosening his grip around you to nearly let you dangle. You tighten your fingers in his barely there and loose fitted top, and send him a fake glare as his laughter reverberates throughout you. The tips of your shoes almost scrape against the rough texture of the pavement beneath you as you hang, and you only soften your gaze when his lips brush against yours.

Your body moves on its own accord. Regardless of how long it's been since you two have last touched and seen each other, your mouth opens on instinct, and eagerly widens and spreads itself thin for the tip of his tongue and stuttering breath. His slightly rough and chapped lips glide against your own with the helpful slide of your guys' shared saliva, and you two only part when multiple people clear their throats behind you. A sigh is filtered and warm upon your cupids bow as you two separate, and as you're fully placed back down onto the ground.

Lars' face is amused and mirthful when you finally reopen your eyes and peer over your shoulder, and embarrassment floods you as realize that they haven't even dispersed yet. You're saved by Cliff ushering his family inside first, and when Kirk soon follows suit, you and James fall into each other's sides in a fit of silent laughter. The rest of the afternoon is filled with shared memories that are obviously filtered due to their families being there, and glares are thrown over chilled beer bottles when they're forgotten to be, and then are chastised for it afterwards.

Throughout the entire time their collected families are there, James is attached to you like another limb. A chair is left open on your guys' right side, originally meant and assigned for you, and whenever you get up to get another drink or helping of food, he's following after you, like he's lost. The one time you two are left alone in the kitchen area, you're being backed up against the fridge and nearly eaten, with your hair being left astray and your lips kissed swollen, with your belt buckle undone. You manage to avoid everyone's eyes during that time, and by the time you're halfway back to sitting down on his lap again, you're getting yanked down. His warm and calloused hands are eagerly pressing themselves into the denim of your bottoms and almost compressing you two into one. It's only until their family members are getting ready to leave, do you realize that he is just desperate, and you're beginning to get wet.

You force yourself to stand up and detach yourself from James to say goodbye, and you press your reddened lips together as his fingers graze in between your upper thighs with the motion. If your face is as red and blotchy as it feels as you hug them all before retreating, they're gracious enough to not bring it up. Cliff sends you a knowing look as James presses himself against your back as you close the front door, and you groan audibly as laughter rings out around you.

"It's only been three months, man. Keep that shit in your pants, at least until our parents are fully down the driveway." Kirk bellows, his smile shaky around a cackle as he lowers himself onto the tattered sofa facing the tv. Lars is already half drunk out of his mind and giggling to himself before landing haphazardly on top of Kirk, while Cliff is fully immersed in cutting a nugget of weed into a fine powder. He looks up for only a second to glance over with a soft and warm glimmer in his eye, before leaning over his small pile to reach for his lighter and rolling paper.

"Just remember that we're in the house too, is all." He drawls, his tone lax and uncaring, even as he teases you both. You twist yourself to the right and go to walk towards the bathroom, only to be lifted up once again, and then be redirected towards the stairs.

"Just remember to mind your business." Is James' weak rebuttal, and you duck your head down to hide your smile, even if it isn't visible to him in his current hold of you. You're only let down minimally enough to place the first half of your socked feet on the carpeted stairs on the way up, and you two share a laugh as you stumble in the partial dark. As soon as you two reach the yellow lamp and twist it on, his room comes to alight, and you're able to take in the room you both have missed so much. You have a key to the mansion, but don't use it too often, because it feels overly empty without them there.

It's all still the same. Posters taped crookedly on the white painted and chipped walls, with the Amsterdam drape collecting the rest of the natural light within its fabric, in front of the bedroom's windows. Your favorites of James' shirts that you like to wear are still folded up messily in a half-opened drawer, from the last time you came over and needed a piece of him to remind yourself that he's still coming back home, just not yet. You're so in your own thoughts that you don't even notice that he's let go of you, until you're gently being turned around and pressed into the desk now behind you. The gentle chill that comes with the wood making contact with the small sliver of bare skin on your back, has a chill running through you as you tilt your head up to meet his blue eyes. His irises are nearly black, and his hands almost shake as he steps into the small space he's created in between your thighs.

"Come here, baby," He husks, his voice sounding weighed down and dry at the same time, like his tongue is feeling heavy, and he can't seem to find his own words. You breathe the rest of his in as you arch into the ghost of his touch, until your undone belt buckle makes contact with the end of his zipper, and as his left hand reaches behind you to enrich itself in the lower of your back. "Just like that." Is being murmured into the small space left between you two, and your chest stutters as heat begins to collect in your gut. If James' desperation is quiet yet obvious, yours is slowly seeping. Held deeply yet felt overwhelmingly, and with every centimeter you two close until you're flush and nearly one without breaking contact, it nearly overflows. The rest of your restraint is broken as his fingertips dig themselves into your flesh, and your teeth clash with his as you surge yourself upwards.

The slight taste of stale beer lingers, although it's barely prominent as your guys' tongues reconnect in the middle, and then glide. Your fingers are barricading themselves in the thick and long strands of his hair, while his free hand comes up to firmly grasp at the nape of your neck, a wanton moan escaping through the small confines and cracks of your lips, as a slow and steady pulse comes to life in between your legs.

The word jump is being pressed into your slick pout within a grunt, and you're quick to obey, your fingers tightening into a fist in his hair as you're both blindly walked backwards. The back of James' knees give out when they make contact with the end of his bed, and you both gasp as you're firmly planted onto his lap with a bounce. The friction is just enough to flick itself against your clothed and swollen clit once, twice, and just enough for you to feel the full imprint of your boyfriend's hard dick, straining painfully against the confines of his jeans. The kiss turns into hurried gasps as you frantically attempt and manage to get your jeans off halfway, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as his teeth hungrily burrow themselves in your bottom lip. Your own denim is down near your knees and your hand is shoved into his own, when he whines an admission that makes something wired inside of you just snap.

"I missed you so fucking much," he begins, sounding drunk as you desperately tug his jeans and boxers right down past his ass. His hand that was pressing into your lower back earlier, is now pushing the thin fabric of your underwear to the side, and you watch the way his eyelids flutter in a haze, when you lean back to shallowly suck in a breath. "Missed the taste of you, how you feel," your essence collects on your sex, and you hiss out as it makes haphazard contact with his thigh as he partially lays back. There's a matching pulse in your lower lip to your clit as you blindly grind your pussy against the rough fabric of his crumpled jeans. It's only a temporary chase, and you can't hold back the startled sob that escapes you as the hand he used to hold himself upright, makes its way down to cup your center. "How messily wet you get for me."

His hair pillows out beneath him as he kicks both of you up the foot of his bed, and with every inch and jolt, his palm makes teasing contact with your sex. You're sloppily leaning into the hold and nearly dripping through the small gaps of his fingers at the precipice of his palm by the time he relaxes, and you're delirious with your want by the time he stares up at you, and slowly dips one of his fingers inside of you. Your hands tremor as you try to find something solid to hold onto, and as his second knuckle bends upwards to massage the upper part of your warm wall. He lets out a tsk as you mewl, the sound ricocheting across the room, and past his still open bedroom door. "That won't do."

Your breath is nearly nonexistent, while he's adding another thick and long finger inside of your sex, and as he shallowly begins to fuck them into you. "You have to be quiet, doll," he hushes, his own eyes unfocused as his hips jolt on their own accord, and as his red and flushed, pearling cockhead bumps itself against your inner thigh. He lets out his own sound around a choked curse, and he rests his palm against your pulsing clit as he tries to steady and calm himself. "You heard what the guys said earlier, we have to be quiet," his digits curl and brush right up upon his favorite spot, that has you spasming and writhing on top of him in seconds. Tears spring to your eyes as you clamp your thighs around his own and you force yourself to not make a sound, your nails digging themselves in the lines of his abdomen as he massages the rough bundle of skin with finesse. "I can't cockwarm or fuck you if you're just going to a loud mess and let everyone know what's going on, can I?" His tone is almost condescending, and you hate how it makes you even more reactional.

Your stomach sucks itself in towards the navel as you coerce yourself to silently nod and not wail, your spine fighting the urge to bend itself forward and shape you into a riding position. "Yes, I'm sorry." You whimper, the own sound of your voice sounding foreign, nearly drowned out by want, yet sounding placated at the same time. You tighten your walls to firmly grasp onto his fingers and knuckles as they're taken out of you, and your mouth is falling open into a silent shout as they're quickly replaced with his cockhead instead. Strands of your mane fall into your peripheral vision as James blindly, yet knowingly, guides his cock into your warm and welcoming heat. And with each inch he thrusts into you, your eyes flutter shut. He groans underneath you, his upper spine supported enough and leveled high enough so he can see himself slowly becoming enveloped in your pussy and your welcoming walls. By the time James' groin is flush against yours and his hand are cradling your ass and hips, you're both entirely out of breath and barely holding on.

You can both feel each other's pulse where you're intimately connected, and the air seems to dense and thicken in the clouded room as you two stay forcibly still. Your nails create temporary indentations in the tan lines of his flesh as you fight back the urge to just ride, to gather enough strength in your legs to plant your feet on the bed, and give in. To slant yourself in the just right angle, to where he'll hit your spot and then graze your cervix, and you'll convulse around him until he cums and paints your walls.

"I swear, I'll be quiet," you beg, your voice wavering as his thighs jump and then tense, the small movement having just enough momentum to have his shaft perfectly sheathe itself against your slick heat. Your walls convulse, and you're unable to stop the tear from falling down your red left cheek, your chest heaving as you lick your bruising lips. "If you move, I swear, I'll be so good." You watch through blurred vision as his resolve starts to waver, a small bead of sweat collecting near his browbone, just to fall down when he decidedly and desperately nods, and then grinds his hips upward.

The relief is instantaneous. Your eyebrows furrow and your bottom lip trembles as the coarse and trimmed hair surrounding his pelvic bone makes delicious contact with your hammering clit, and you pant as his hands dig themselves into your skin, his heated-up rings pinching themselves along your cloying flesh in just the right way. His right hand comes up to encircle itself around your left hipbone, and heat sears in your middle as he uses his new hold to drag you up and down in small motions. Enough for him to feel slight relief in the way your walls pulse around his shaft and head, and enough for you to not feel like you're only pent up with no ease.

You can tell that James is beginning to feel impatient and restless with the way his fingertips keep pressing themselves into your hip and your asscheek, and you're nodding along before he can even finish his sentence. "If you can keep yourself quiet enough, I'll fuck you," he shakily offers as you purposefully clench around his shuttering girth, and you can't help but tiredly smile as he glares up at you with no heat. His hand slides around to grab ahold of your other hip in retaliation, and your mouth falls into an o shape when he lifts you up, just an inch or two, and then slams you back down. The slap is audible and echoes, and the slight sting that comes along on the inner and backs of your thighs insurmountably adds on to your pleasure. "You can be good for me, can't you?" James asks you, and something tethers and coils in his middle as he watches you struggle to answer.

You can only nod and slide your sweating palms up for purchase on his shoulders, as he lifts you up on his rising lower half, and plants his feet on the ruined sheets beneath him. He's humming out a low and satisfied, hungry sounding laugh, before murmuring of course you can, and then fucking up into you. The first full pull and shifting of his cockhead on your inner walls nearly has his eyesight narrowing and fading to black, and he can barely hold himself back from using his hold on your ass to impale you on him entirely. Your bitten back wails and shouts just seem to egg him on, and your arms almost weaken and fall out from under you as he begins to praise you.

"I knew you could be good," is keened against your lips when you temporarily weaken and lean your head down on his. "You feel so fucking good around me," is punctuated with unyielding shallow and deepened thrusts within every word, and your brain short circuits when he moans around "like you were made for this, me fucking into you and using you."

At some point during him deciding to no longer hold himself back, and his slightly absentminded thought of fuck his roommates, he finds himself fucking himself into you with reckless abandon. Whatever sort of boundary he placed in his mind about wanting to hold himself back since they just got back from being on tour and his friends need some rest, just flies out the window, and then he begins to hyper fixate on you. What he knows will bring you the most amount of pleasure, what makes you tick, what nearly makes you cry and buckle on his lap and fall limp.

The hand he has gripping your asscheek comes forward to incessantly rub at your clit, and he grins around a lick into your mouth as you fully body spasm around his dick and lower half of his body. Your knees buckle and slide with the force of his thrusts, and just when you think you it can't get any better or more intense, he uses his hand on your hip to bear you down to match the force and speed of his. The biting of skin and the staccato of each high pitched and unrestrained plea falling from your lips becomes louder and louder, and when he finally yanks you down and pulls you until you're flush against him, in just the right angle, with his thumb roughly pressed into and rubbing figure eights on your swollen nub, you fall apart. Warm slick collects near the bottom on James' length, and the sound is filthy. Thwaps of your essence collect like spit like strands on where you two connect and almost part, and your head rests dumbly on his as you allow him to use you for his own pleasure and release.

Your overstimulated and sensitive walls constrict and stammer around his beading and red pulse, and on his final thrust inside of you, while you envelop him in heat and flutter to collect his seed, he fills you up.

You clench around him with each pull his ballsack makes against your soon to be bruised upper thighs and lower ass, and you force your eyes to stay open, as his own roll back in ecstasy. You slowly find the strength in your upper legs and knees to rise, and you raise and lower yourself until he's gasping underneath you and using the rest of his energy to try and hold you in place. Your chest heaves as you rest your hands in their original place on his stomach, and you straighten your spine as you run your fingertips along the scratch marks you made while you were cockwarmed and then spent, used and stretched.

Calloused palms slide upward and run themselves along your curves, before resting upon the middle of your spine, and silently pressing you down into a much-needed embrace. A content sigh seeps in the small space between you two, and as movement stirs and then starts again from the first floor, you guys share an exhausted and satiated kiss, before separating as footsteps echo up the stairs, and as a curse is drawn out in a familiar sounding drawl and accent.

"Welcome home," you sluggishly muse, and hide your smile in your boyfriend's chest as Lars begins to yell, fully coming into view as soon as James covers you both with the disheveled sheet and blanket you two earlier made askew.

"What in the fuck does 'we're still here' even mean to you?"

[wizard-on-whales]

Gave myself tendinitis in my wrist from how fast I was flicking my bean staring at this photo

(no I actually gave it to myself from sewing too much 😿) maybe he'll come every sensually massage my wrist for my 😍

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[metallicames]

Teenage dream

Part 1

Description: After a night of passion, the reader must return to reality and face her father and James and figure out which direction to go and whether to follow her feelings.

Warnings: angst (very little), age gap, petting.

⸻⭒⸱ 🖤 ⸱⭒⸻

The silence of the return trip overwhelms even my thoughts. My father has obviously been weird all day with me and James and now I don't know how to start the conversation. I feel terribly guilty and embarrassed but I want to make him understand that I did what I did because I wanted it for a long time and that James treated me in the best way possible.

"So... how long have you liked James?"

His question throws me off, I stop staring at the fields outside the window and turn to him.

"Well.. I've always had a crush on him to be honest." I confess embarassed.

"I would never have expected this thing... from either of you!" his tone is dark and serious, I can see he gripping the steering wheel tightly with one hand.

“Dad…I’m sorry, but I want you to know that it started with me…James behaved well, he didn’t-” my sentence stops halfway.

“Y/N don’t justify him, you’re a girl, he's a man, he could have avoided it!” the words come out of his mouth almost shouted.

“But I’m 20, I’m not a little girl anymore! You’re just annoyed that he’s your friend!”I exclaim almost trembling with anger.

"No, you don’t understand…you're my daughter I don't want you to suffer. I’d rather you never see each other again!” His words hit me, a lump forms in my throat and I try to swallow, holding back the tears.

"I don't even know if he'll be interested in seeing me again, it might have been the first and last time..” my voice shakes I don't want to believe my own words, in my heart I hope that James likes me even if this would make things complicated, especially with my father.

“Y/N I'm sorry to tell you but it's better this way, he's always on tour you're studying and you have to commit to college, it's not a feasible thing”. His tone becomes calmer and sweeter, I know he's right but I wish it wasn't like that. I go back to looking at the fields out the window getting lost in my thoughts until we arrive at our destination.

I spend three days with my head completely elsewhere, in class I can barely take notes my brain continues to process possible scenarios of what could happen. I don't even know if James has spoken to my father, I don't know what his intentions are, I feel suspended unable to act and think clearly. I don't talk about it with anyone, not even my roommate with whom I have a good relationship, I'm afraid that she'll confuse me even more and that she'll deceive me just to make me feel better.

While I'm lost in my thoughts in the college's yard my phone rings making me literally jump out of the bench and I come back to reality, I read the name on the screen - Hetfield - my head spins and I feel my heart rate increase, I stare at the phone unable to act, after a few seconds I take a deep breath and I answer.

"Hello? James?" I try to keep a calm and relaxed tone but inside I feel like I'm dying, "Hey! Sorry to bother you are you in class?" - "I just left", I lie shamelessly, actually I'm on a bench staring into space.

"Sorry, I'll be quick, what time do you finish today? I was thinking of picking you up, I need to talk to you” his tone becomes uncertain and I understand that my father must have said something to him, I remain silent for a moment before answering.

"Ummh. Ok fine, I'll finish at 6.30 pm, I'll send you the address of the exit so we can meet there" - “Perfect, see you in a couple of hours.” His tone is almost cold, detached as if he does not want to reveal any emotion and I begin to fear the worst.

We say goodbye and I spend the next few hours paranoid.

It's 6:20 pm and I head to the bathroom to get myself ready while I try to calm down, I don't know why I'm so nervous I almost want to throw up and my heart is racing like crazy. I take one last look in the mirror, -with my girly skirt, my college sweatshirt and my backpack I look even younger, shit- I think to myself.

I head towards the exit and find James' black pick up parked outside, the sun is setting, I cross the road and look around hoping no one sees me.

"Hey, hi James" I exclaim as soon as I get in the car, even though it's only been three days I've missed seeing him and smelling his perfume.

"Hi Y/N! How are you?" he turns towards me he takes off his sunglasses and looks at me smiling, I notice a change in his gaze the light I had seen when we were in the mountains has gone out and I glimpse a hint of worry. "I'm fine, and you? Are you tired?" I ask as I fasten my seat belt trying to avoid his gaze. “A little, I'm thoughtful, I talked to your dad. Wait let’s go to a quieter area...” While he speaks he moves the car away from the entrance. There is a few moments of silence in which I try to process the information. “What.. what did you say to each other?” My eyes look at him as he is intent on driving, I want to cry but I don’t want to create even more embarrassment so I hold back the tears with all my strength.

“He’s worried Y/N, and I feel like shit, you know, he’s a good friend of mine and I don’t want to wrong him. I don’t even know what to do, what happened the other day it's stuck with me.”

The pick up stops near my apartment and James looks at me again, his gaze penetrates me and makes me feel completely exposed, as if he could see my thought.

“I talked to him too, he wants to protect me but at the same time he forbids me from doing something that makes me happy, because I like being with you James, you make me feel good.” While I speak I turn towards him with my body shortening the distance, I see James’s gaze linger for a few moments on my legs and then rise to my face.

“Me too Y/N, I’ve thought about you often in these three days, but there’s always a part of me that tells me that it’s wrong. I’m much older than you and I should make the right decision even if it hurts.”

The faint hope that had been created inside me vanishes, I shrug my shoulders and start playing with the edge of my skirt so as not to show my disappointment. I thought he wanted to continue seeing me instead he seems to have found a nice way to tell me that he wants to move on with his life even if his body language confuses me. He seems cold and detached since I got in the car as if he wanted to keep his distance but at the same time I notice that he is holding back as if he fears what he might do if he let himself go, his eyes betray him.

"Ok, I thought you cared.. so.." I feel so stupid.

He moves closer with his body, reaching out a hand towards mine and squeezing it: "Of course I care Y/N, and seeing you here in front of me makes everything more difficult..".

The warmth of his hand makes me melt, without realizing it he is making the situation even more painful.

"If this is your decision I don't want to force you...it'll remain a good memory I hope for both of us and... I don't know what to say James.. " My eyes fill with tears of disappointment I look out the window avoiding his gaze.

An almost surreal silence follows, his eyes are fixed on me then I improvise, I undo my seat belt I take my backpack I open the door.

As I prepare to leave James grabs my arm forcefully, I turn around confused and I linger on his eyes, dark, intense.

Why is he doing this to me?

before I can process his gesture James comes closer to me, tightening his grip on my arm and kisses me tenderly on the lips, resting his forehead against mine, running a hand up my neck and then resting it on my cheek.

“your dad is right when he says it's complicated and if we keep going we'll hurt each other, I know what's right, but I need to keep doing the wrong thing” he murmurs.

I'm almost in shock, the constant alternation of different feelings leaves me in a daze that fades away when James kisses me again this time with more passion. I let myself go trying to turn off my brain for a moment while James slowly slides his tongue into my mouth, letting out a little moan. Our tongues meet, rolling over each other, savoring and intertwining with more and more passion and desire, stopping when lips are just barely touching and we breath each other's air, our breathing already labored. “I can’t resist you…” he whispers, placing a hand behind my neck.

I put a hand on his warm chest, and as James begins to kiss my neck I slowly lower it, feeling every part of his torso covered by the thin layer of his shirt under my fingertips, stopping just above his belt. I feel his altered breathing in my ear as he bites my lobe, returning to kiss me shortly after. My hand goes down meeting his big erection pressed against his jeans, I touch it making him pant harder in my mouth, I want him so much that I'm going crazy, his body is a magnet, I can't resist him.

Our hands explore each other's bodies, his fingers make their way along my bare legs giving me goosebumps, they creep under my skirt, I open my legs slightly to make room for him and I feel his big hand approaching my core. His thumb moves on the fabric of my panties sending shocks of pleasure through me as it reach my clit, I squeeze my legs slightly at the sensation and he smiles at me letting out a little giggle. While our tongues meet again his thumb applies more and more pressure moving my panties to the side making me wet from the growing stimulation.

Our mouths search and devour each other, our tongues intertwine while our bodies become impatient as do our hands.

I start to undo his belt and slide my hand into his pants, feeling his bulge under my fingertips and start to palpate it making him gasp deeply. When I open my eyes to admire him and stare into his blue iris out of the corner of my eye I see a car parking near us.

“Shit… that’s one of my roommates” I pull away from James and wave at her pretending to be indifferent while he still has his fingers stuck on my cunt. “Do you think she saw us? Do you want us to move?” he asks me almost dazed with his pupils completely dilated and his lips glossy.

“I don't know! Is better if I go back inside, they’ll all be back home now. I want to take it slow, I mean, see how it evolves and tell them about this later.” Obviously my body would like something else but I try to be rational and not give in to my instinct.

"Ok.. so are you leaving me go home in this state? You’re a mean girl!” he says looking between his legs, my eyes follow his gaze stopping on his boner, I swallow noisily.

“I know, I know fuck James… if someone sees us doing it in the car it would be pretty embarrassing, I'm saying this especially for you” I really care about him, I don't want any pictures or strange news about us to come out in some newspaper, even if a part of me would like to get in the back seat and do literally everything with him.

“Yeah.. You're right...unfortunately” he caresses my face delicately looking at me tenderly. “Will we talk in the next few days? I'm away this week but I would like to hear from you and maybe see you when I get back.” he stares at me with a sweet look but still dazen and horny.

“Of couse, we'll be able to reconcile our commitments, I'm sure”. We give each other one last soft and slow kiss I get out of the car with butterflies in my stomach.

I cross the doorstep with his taste still on my lips, I feel ecstatic, even though I know it will be difficult to hang out with someone like James the connection between us is too special not to try.

As I am about to fall asleep under the covers in my room, my phone vibrates, I immediately pick it up with a very quick movement, instantly coming out of my torpor.

Hetfield: "I still have your scent on me, I don't think I'll sleep tonight".

Well, I don't think I'll get any sleep either.

𝓣𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓮𝓭...

Part 3

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Favourite Crew

A/n: that video of James jerking off a mic… yeah… that

Warnings: smut, shower sex, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, rough sex, masturbation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

James was in the shower, letting his muscles relax after a concert. Metallica had been touring for two months straight and this was their first stop where they actually got a hotel so he was taking advantage.

Water hit his back and neck, trickling down his toned torso. He adjusted his weight, leaning back slightly. He rolled his neck as a low groan left him and he moved his hand faster.

He held himself in both hands, one wrapped around the base of his hard cock while the other worked effortlessly up and down the length of it. His tip was all blushy, pre leaking from his slit. The hair leading up his abdomen and around his girth was wet and clung to his skin.

“Oh, fuck.” His voice was low as he groaned out your name. You were so hot, all sopping wet and on your knees, only when he opened his eyes it wasn’t you in front of him, waiting for him to spill his load on your face.

“That’s no my name.” The woman said, some groupie he pulled from the crowd. She had similar features to you, the cut and colour of her hair, her eyes were a close enough colour. “If I’m just going to sit here with my mouth open you could at least get my name right.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him.

James took the hand stroking his cock and brought it to his head, pulling her hair harshly and forcing her to look at him. “I brought you to my room, if you wanted someone to care about you you should’ve found someone else, right now you Y/n, got it?” He ordered, waiting for her to nod before he let go of her. “Good, now open your fucking mouth.”

She did as he ordered, as anyone would, and didn’t flinch when he brought his tip closer to her. James smeared his pre-cum over her face, tapping her cheek with an unamused look on his face. “Choke on it, you fucking pig.” He grumbled bringing his hand back to her hand and forcing her to take all of him.

The small room filled with his guttural groans, grunting out your name every chance he got. It wasn’t you but this was close enough.

He could feel himself pulsing down this woman’s throat, getting closer and closer to his release. He didn’t care how loud he was being, this was the first chance on the tour so far he got to be alone with someone, even if it wasn’t you it would suffice.

He loved you, he spoke to you every day. Surely you wouldn’t mind if he was with someone else so long as he was thinking of you, right? He wouldn’t mind that he was thinking about you while he was getting off.

He choked on his words as he came, hot strings of cum shooting down the groupies throat and gagging her. He pulled out and washed his cock clean of her spit while she coughed.

“Get up.” He ordered, not bothering to spare her a glance as he turned the water off. When she didn’t immediately do as he asked he cut the water off and repeated himself louder. “Jesus, are you fucking deaf? Get the fuck outta here, no one wants to see that.”

He got out of the shower and dried himself off, being kind enough to toss the woman a towel as well, if you could call it that.

A knock came to the door his room, wanting to get to it fast he just tied the towel around his waist and went to it.

“Who the fuck is- Y/n.” He said, blinking in surprise when he saw you standing on the other side of the door. Your eyes went wide when you saw what he was wearing, and what he definitely wasn’t.

You shook your head and cleared your throat, reminding yourself of what you came for. “Um, one of the sound guys, his rooms just next door, he said you were calling for me..?” You explained, hoping the reason wasn’t what you thought it would be.

[reincarnationoftheparty]

spot the differen-YEAH THATS RIGHT CUZ YOU CANT DUH

[accihoe]

Still The Most Beautiful to me

Pairing: Current!James Hetfield x fem!reader

Summary: Cheering him up when he feels that you're too young and good for him.

Warnings: Two swear words.

A/n: He makes me want to rip all my hair out and scream he's so beautiful.

Also in this story Y/N is a virgin. You can decide on the age gap in your mind, but be conscious that as I write this I am talking about two adults, well over 25. If you'd like to imagine a younger Y/N, that's on you.

Xxxx

She could see it from where she sat across from him in the hotel room's lounge; James's thoughts were getting the better of him.

He sat in the white loveseat, left ankle resting over his right knee, knuckles of his right hand pressed under his chin as said elbow rested on his thigh.

His lips pouted, along with a deep crease between his brows. As sexy as he looked in that pose dressed in all black, Y/N could see the worry etched into his frown, the droop of his shoulders.

Unable to watch a moment longer of her man in despair, Y/N crossed the lounge and went to him, joining him on the loveseat. She rested her hand on his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze to draw his attention.

"Hey, you alright?"

She whispered. He exhaled, nodding his head, seemingly dazed. It was as if her presence snapped him out of a trance. Y/N gave James a worried glance, wondering what could be bothering him. Was it to do with the tour? Was it to do with the missing luggage? Were his children alright?

"Jamie, talk to me."

She pleaded, and he rubbed a hand across his face before turning to her with a tired smile.

"I'm alright,"

His voice was hoarse from the little use and the morning's cigar. He moved his hand to rest across hers, sparks igniting within his stomach at the feeling if her skin. Those sparks, however, were drained with the dreadful feeling of guilt. His eyes raked across her face, observing her features, taking them in as if for the last time.

"Hey,"

She brought her hand up to his face, cupping his jaw, a frown now carved into her face as well. James put his free hand over hers, stroking her skin with his thumb. '

"You're so beautiful."

He whispered, barely audible. A smile took over Y/N's face, but it did little to deter the worry.

"James."

She gave his cheek a little pinch, dragging him from the hole his mind was creeping into. His eyes glanced over her again, taking in every detail of her figure. Y/N's pulse started to increase, worried about whatever she could see he was about to say.

"I need to talk to you about something."

His eyes met hers again, and he pulled away, shifting back a bit as if to get a better view of her. Y/N's stomach dropped and her mouth went dry, she leaned her hand on the loveseat, nodding. He inhaled sharply, eyes darting to her left hand that he so yearned to adorn with a band and a ring.

"I-... I don't..."

He sighed once again, hand reaching out to hold hers lightly, she gave his hand a light squeeze.

"Y/N you're so, so beautiful. Inside and out. You're an amazing woman. Smart, kind, caring, funny, fun to be around, and did I mention beautiful?"

He chuckled lightly at his joke, and Y/N squeezed a small smile.

"And me... I'm not what I used to be. Not by a long shot. I'm old, and fading. I know that no matter what age I was, or will be, you'd have been and will always be the most beautiful to me. You'd always have been and always will be the one I adore the most."

Hope started to flicker within her chest as he spoke. Was he going to propose? His next statement, however, shattered her heart.

"But Y/N... I'm ran through. I'm old and dilapidated. You being with me, is the best gift I could've been given, especially at this age. But I can't continue to hold you back anymore. You've got a whole life ahead of you to live, and I don't want to be the old meat weighing you down. You deserve someone young and vibrant, someone closer to your age. I love you, I love you so much. I always will. And shit it's killing me to have to do this... But... I-I think it's time I let you go. Let you live your life."

She knew better than to interrupt him and tell him how utterly wrong he was, she knew that he needed to get what was inside his head off his chest. Toward the end, the last two sentences, his voice dropped to below a whisper, throat straining as he fought back tears. Her silence cracked him inside, and he withdrew his hand, wanting to get up.

"James,"

She eventually breathed, moving on the loveseat to sit right up against him, hands reaching up to cup his face. Delicate and beautiful. She gently turned his face to look at her, eyes searching across his face.

"I love you. And there is nothing you can say or do to change that. I chose you, remember? I was the one who influenced this relationship. If I thought that you'd hold me back, I never would've went to you at the wine tasting in the first place-"

"You may not see it or feel that way, but I know that I am. I'm dragging you down. I'm ripening you before your age, Y/N/N. With me you're going to settle down soon, you'll be a mother even before you've lost your virginity, well step mother, but still a mother. You're closer in age to my kids. So with me, you'll just about be fulfilling grandmother duties. Instead of partying on the weekends you'll be stuck at home, or out hunting with me, or something boring to you-"

"James Alan Hetfield. Shut your mouth. Who ever said that I didn't enjoy 'grandma duties'? And who ever said that I want to be out partying on the weekends? I enjoy the life that we have, James. I enjoy being domesticated. And most of all, I enjoy doing it with you."

"But even if you do enjoy all that it doesn't defeat the object of my physical being. I'm not who or what I used to be. I don't look the same. You're a fresh and beautiful ripe grape, and I'm a raisin-"

"Hey, you listen here to me. You are still the most beautiful man in the whole wide world to me. You are the most beautiful man I have laid my eyes on. You are so much more handsome than you realize, James. You are divine, inside and out. You, James Hetfield, have aged like that expensive wine that prompted us to meet. With every year added to your age you just get more and more attractive and delicious. I promise. Shoot me dead right now if I'm lying. You truly are so, so beautiful."

His eyes had begun to gloss over with tears, relieved by her words, and his hands came up to gently clasp around her wrists.

"And I know that you feeling this way was most likely influenced by the media. But I want you to remember this, James. I am not in a relationship with the media, the press, the public, tabloids, Instagram or anything. I'm in a relationship with you. So I frankly could not care less about their opinions. All I care about is you, James. So if you feel the need to let me go, and it is entirely your own decision, then I will respect that. Otherwise, I'm staying put."

By the end of what she had to say he gave up on holding in the tears, by the end of all that he was sure he could be comfortable around her. A soft smile broke out over Y/N's face and she leaned closer, nudging James' nose with hers. She kissed him gently, and his eyes fluttered shut. For the first time in years, he fully allowed himself to accept and embrace the love given to him. He no longer feared a potential breakup when things don't go as planned, when a hurdle comes to path. He knew that together, they'd jumped over the hurdle together, hand in hand.

She was the first to pull away, stroking his tears away with her thumbs.

"Please come to me when you need me, I promise I'll be there to the best of my abilities. I love you."

She sealed her promise with a kiss between his brows, ironing out the crease. James smiled, brighter than he had in a while and took her hand, kissing her left knuckles. She got up, taking her phone, he frowned in confusion with a tentative smile.

"Sit like you were just now, with your ankle over your knee and your chin on your fist- yes, just like that."

James shifted, sniffing and fixing his hair when he realized what she was doing, and put on his 'handsome thinking expression'. She took a photo before joining him on the loveseat.

"Look at you, model. You're hotter than all of those Victoria's Secret chicks combined."

She grinned, showing him the photo. James took the phone, holding it far enough to see, and a smile spread across his features.

"Send that to me, please."

She put her phone aside, moving to sit on his lap, and draped her arms across his shoulders.

"We're not done with this topic yet, sweetheart."

She'd adapted to using his pet names. His hands moved to lightly rest on the base of her spine.

"I love you. I love everything about you. I want you to always be aware of that. And please don't ever think that you are weighing me down, or keeping me from things. If I want to do something, I will. But I'll have you as my partner. That's the only difference. And obviously I don't expect you to go along with everything, but I expect you to know that not once have you ever held me back from doing something I wanted to do. Alright?"

James nodded, gazing up at her with a gentle smile. Her hands moved to cradle his neck and the back of his head as he pulled her into a tight hug, face tucked into the crook of her neck.

"I love you so damn much."

"I love you too, more than you'll ever know."

xxxx

Fin. If I'm correct I think this is my first publicly posted James fic. Hope it was good :)

[broidobe]

𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

requested by @mariskiii ! i hope you LOVE this lol.

(this is specifically 97' james)

⁎⁺˳✧༚metallica masterlist

very private

like VERY

won't give any details of the wedding

“what dress did she wear?”

can’t remember

i think it was bright pink with sparkles..?

not sure

SO LOVING

but not overly romantic

he would totally show his love through actions not words

supporting you with whatever you need

especially in your career

his love for you is steady and reliable honestly

helping you with the little things

chores

making sure your okay

spending time with you when he’s home

PRIORITIZES YOU

very loyal

very defensive

someone disrespects you?

he’ll make it VERY clear that NO ONE messes with his family

totally has an apron he wears that says “grill em’ all”

loves to barbecue (tell me you don’t see what i see. i'll wait)

and BIG on the dad jokes

and prides himself in it

what do you call a fish with no eyes? fshhhhh

BAH DID YOU HEAR THAT

THAT WAS GENIUS

I MADE THAT ONE MYSELF