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can u write james getting caught masturbating in a pool float because he couldn't stop staring at fem!reader in her bikini end it ends up freaky šš
A/n: love this idea so much hope you like my āØrenditionāØ of it <3
Warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Just realize his nose is red

Your older brother was friends with Jamesā older half-brother since theyād worked together. You and James were around the same age but werenāt all too close, nonetheless you were dragged over to his place more than once and it only got worse when his band started taking off.
He got a nice house with a pool in the back and wanted to show it off, once again you were dragged along. You stayed in the shade and enjoyed the warm weather while you read at the poolside, that was until yours and Jamesā brothers had to leave for work or something, you werenāt listening when they were leaving.
James came over, staying in the pool as he spoke. āYou coming in or you plan on keeping your streak of being boring?ā He teased.
You set your book down. āWhat?ā
James scoffed. āOh, come on, youāre always boring, you never do anything fun.ā You chewed your cheek a moment the stood and walked away. āWhat, youāre just leaving?ā
āIām not changing in front of you?ā You called as you went inside.
You returned a moment later with a towel wrapped around you. James was on a pool float and watching you curiously. You dropped your towel and set it with the rest of your stuff, not missing the loud splash behind you.
You spun around and saw James coughing up water, his hair completely drenched.
You smirked as you came over and sat on the edge of the pool and dipped your feet into the water. āFall in?ā
James coughed a few more times before he regained his composure. āI slipped.ā He mumbled. He reached for an inflatable ball and tossed it at you, you swatted it out of the way and slid into the pool.
It was deep enough you couldnāt quite stand but James could, he came over and let you hold onto him so you didnāt have to work so hard to have a conversation.
Once you got talking to him he was nice. Heād float around on his back and let you use him as a float. He was invested in your life, asking questions and follow up questions, laughing and teasing.
You never guessed it, he was always so loud and obnoxious around you.
Even so, you did have a crush on him when you first met. He was tall, had strong arms and his hair looked so soft. His jawline, lips, his eyes all captivated you. Watching him play guitar had you going weak in the knees.
You were talking when your stomach growled. You paused and James laughed. āHungry?ā You scoffed and made your way to the edge of the pool.
You tried to pull yourself out of the pool but couldnāt quite do it yourself so James helped you, holding your hips in a tight grip, waiting an extra second before letting go once you were out of the pool. You thanked him and hurried inside.
James stared at you blankly, his jaw slack as he watched your ass shake when you moved. He could feel his swim trunks getting tight but he ignored it and just tried to keep floating around, eventually getting onto an actual pool float.
He laid there in the sun, letting his mind wander. He thought about you in your bathing suit, the way you moved, then he couldnāt stop himself.
He thought about you naked and between his legs, looking up at him with teary eyes as you took his cock down your throat. He thought about you on top of him and using him to get off. He thought about you beneath him, moaning and begging for more as he fucked you, how youād call out his name, the face youād make when he made you cum.
āJames..?ā You asked hesitantly as you sat on the edge of the pool, effectively drawing James from his thoughts.
His mind was foggy and his breathing was heavy. He followed your gaze and his eyes widened when he saw his hard cock in his hand. He panicked to cover himself, rocking the float and falling off again.
He managed to get himself back in his trunks by the time you'd gotten over to him. Your hands were on his shoulders to keep yourself afloat, James hands went to your waist, holding you close to him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just-" You kissed him, he didn't hesitate to return it.
Your legs wrapped around him, your arms around his neck as his hands ventured over your body, teasing and groping whatever he could reach. He pushed you against the side of the pool as he started kissing down your neck, groaning softly as you rubbed against his hard on.
He kept kissing down your body, lifting you up so you were sitting on the edge. He tugged at your bottoms, you tried to help him get them off before he ripped the stringed sides off. You gasped softly, enamored by his strength once more.
Fuck, the look of pure and utter awe in his eyes as he stared at your cunt. He pulled you right to the edge, your knees over his shoulders as he licked between your glistening folds, sucking on your clit and swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub while his skilled fingers went to work on your needy hole.
He groaned as he pushed a finger into you, your gummy walls sucking him in deeper. You hands went to his hair, tugging on it and pulled him closer to you.
Between his tongue and his fingers fucking you and stretching your hole for him you were already close. Your moans got louder and James chuckled, sending vibrations through you.
James pulled away and you whined the sudden loss of friction. You stared down at James who looked off over the hedges behind you. You glanced over your shoulder, breathing heavy and mind running wild, you heard the sound of kids screaming and playing around.
You looked back to James, eyes wide. āDonāt worry.ā He said and pulled himself out of the water. You took a moment to admire his taut body, muscular arms, broad shoulders, the prominent tent in his trunks. āThey canāt hear us inside.ā He grinned, reaching his hand out to pull you up.
You got up with him and excitedly followed him inside, forgetting for a moment how exposed you were.
You barely made it through the door before his lips were on yours again and he was lifting you onto the kitchen island.
He dropped his trunks and let out a groan as he pushed into you. āFuck, if Iād known youād feel this good I wouldnātāve waited so long.ā He started kissing your neck, biting when he heard moans he was particularly fond of. āSound so pretty when I do that.ā He gleamed, sounding so proud of himself for making you feel this way.
āJamie-Jamie, please move.ā You mumbled, rolling your hips. James chuckled and pulled his hips back before snapping them into yours.
āLike that?ā You nodded, moaning softly. James continued to kiss your neck, trailing down to your collarbone as he fucked you.
Your legs wrapped around him, keeping him close as you leaned back on the cool stone counter top. Your moans echoed off the pristine walls along with Jamesā low grunts and skin slapping.
Jamesā wet hair framed his face, a few strands sticking to him. His jaw was slacked, his eyes locked onto where your bodies connected, how your hole kept pulling him back in, the bulge in your stomach with every thrust.
āHah-! Fuck, James, feels sāgood.ā You moaned, head falling back. That familiar warmth bundled in your gut, ready to burst at any second. James brought his hand to your clit, rubbing circles on it with his thumb.
You gasped, eyes shooting open as you came undone. James wrapped his arms around you, his movement speeding up as he chased his own high. He pulled you off the counter and you cling to him, still relishing in the feeling of him moving inside you, how he pushed against your insides, hitting every spot.
A string of curses left him as he came, his thrusts finally coming to a halt.
He pulled out of you but kept holding you, knowing your legs would be weak. He watched his cum deep out of you and drop on the tiled floor and down your legs.
āFuck,ā he breathed, āyouāre really making a mess.ā He said with a laugh. You swatted are his chest.
He kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back. āYou got anywhere to be tonight?ā He asked, looking down at you with soft eyes.
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James Hetfield HeadCanons

lord 1999 is so beautiful and beefy I love him oh so much, like guys itās actually insane
anywho my headcanons for S&M/99
āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
SFW
heās comfortable to lay on (I donāt even know if this counts as a headcanon) ether on his arm or chest sometimes his thighs
heās quite literally your personal bodyguard always standing behind you making sure no oneās in your way (or no one flirts with you)
lots and lots of kisses I donāt 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 donāt 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 youāre 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 whatās 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
Heās a fucking beast in bed (totally not a reference to those pair of underwear he had) heās folding you in half literally fucking you into the mattress than going into missionary
itās like heās bipolar he doesnāt know if he wants to fuck you rough or not
(I read this somewhere but I donāt 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)
heās also such a tease heāll 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 heās bathing you with kisses and compliments and that you did so well for him before he wraps you in his arms and falls asleep
āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
sorry this took so long still trying to find the he time and motivation
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Only exception- James Hetfield

Summary: You hate physical touch but James is the only exception
Warnings: mention of claustrophobia, Alcohol but not much, I think that's all š«¶š»
It has always been a well known fact that you hated being touched. It was just something about it that rubbed you in the wrong way.
You hated being able to still feel people's touch on you even hours after they hugged you. You hated feeling claustrophobic when someone gives you a hug or has an arm around your shoulder.
You hated it.
Even though you hate physical touch, your boyfriend however is obsessed with it. It's his love language.
He would always touch you in some way. Whether it would be a hand on your lower back, holding your hand or just having his leg touch yours when you're sitting.
And you just took it like a champ.
One day, you and your boyfriend, James, were sat in the living room of your shared apartment. The boys were there too. They all sat scattered around on the couch, watching some random movie you picked out, with a beer in hand.
James had an arm around your shoulder. His hand was gently rubbing up and down your upper arm, and he was cuddled up into your side.
The whole time, the boys were giving you weird looks. It was weird to them seeing you so relaxed while someone was in your personal bubble.
They have seen you on the verge of tears a handful of times when someone intruded your personal space.
"What?" You mouthed when you made eye contact with Lars.
Lars just pointed to James, who was cuddled up against you while being completely focused on the movie.
You just rolled your eyes and returned your focus to the TV. Your nails were scratching James's scalp and slightly tugging at the hair here and there.
After a while, James fell asleep. The combined comfort of cuddling you and your nails scratching his head easing him into his sleep.
"I thought you hated being touched" Lars asked you. He didn't mean it in any negative way. He was just confused.
"He's the only exception" you replied and gave Lars a small smile.
Lars just rolled his eyes playfully and turned his attention back to the movie, casually sipping on the beer in his hands while Cliff and Kirk just 'awe'd .
I know this isn't good but I HOPE YOU ENJOYED
Have a nice day šš
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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 :)
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listen while you read
written 4 @bubbledtee !! i saw your concept and HAD to write about it
warnings: smut, age gaps, adult film, reader is female, degradation, manhandling
word count: 1,598
james was popular in the adult film industry. everyone always talked about how respectful he was to his co-stars and that he would always do his best to make sure you were comfortable.
Ā he was also rumored to make girls squirt with just his mouth alone. you were an amateur, scoring this job as sex was something you valued and considered yourself good at. you also thought doing adult film would help your confidence so you decided to give it a shot.
it was the first day you were meeting james, your partner for this scene. the fellow girls practically stared a hole through you as you walked through those doors, muttering and murmuring about what james would think of you.
it was a teacher / student scene and james had to fuck you in ways youāve never been before. he had to be super rough with you so he decided to sit and talk to you to make you comfortable beforehand.
you saw the silver fox sitting on the sofa in the main room in the house you were shooting in. he was taking a drag from his cigar. he looked up and saw you, giving a bright smile,Ā
āy/n, right? iām james, pleasure to meet youāĀ
he held out his hand and you gladly shook it. he was definitely super attractive for a guy his age, older guys had always been your sort of thing, and this was just adding fuel to the fire.
Ā āyeah.. iām super nervous about this..ā you nervously chuckled.Ā
āthatās understandable but i assure you, if you want me to stop at any point you have my word. promiseā he gave a sweet smile.
you two talked for a few hours before you had to shoot your scene. you had already gotten so comfortable with him, and maybe even got a little flustered from his flirtatious comments about what a beautiful young woman you were.Ā
you went to change into what the producers/directors had given you. the casual skirt, thong and polo you usually saw in these types of pornos. you did your makeup and touched it up in the living room mirror. you noticed james in the reflection and couldnāt help but stare at him in that suit. it hugged his body just right, the shirt rolled up, showing his many tattoos and buff arms.Ā
you gulped nervously, flustered again as james complimented you once more.
Ā ā5 minutes!ā the cameraman yelled.Ā
you nervously took a deep breath, james taking notice, āremember what i said, tap me three times for me to stop doing whatever iām doing, darlin.ā you nodded in agreement, understanding him.
the scene began, and you two started off with the casual and cheesy āraise my gradesā scenario. james grabbed you by the hips and started to kiss you, trailing down your neck kissing and sucking. you lightly moaned and whimpered at the sensation of his teeth against the skin of your neck. he suckled until he left hickies all over. the camera man moved to an angle so he could capture the both of you.
Ā james shoved you on the desk and slowly removed your panties with his teeth while on his knees. you bit your lip, staring down at the silver fox. you wanted nothing more than him to ravage you. ravage you on camera for the whole world to see. standing back up, he smacked you across your face,
Ā āyouāve always wanted this huh? youāre a little slut, always dressinā like this for your teacher to see. what a gross girl you are.āĀ
he grabbed you by your face and told you to open wide, spitting in your mouth. he picked you up, putting you ontop his face whilst standing, eating you out. so thats how he stayed so buff at such an age.
tongue exploring your folds and your hard clit, you threw your head back in pleasure. legs already shaking from how sensitive you were, now you knew the rumors were true. this man ate you out like he was starved. the flicks of his tongue made you whimper.
animalistic growls emerging from the back of his throat, he swirled his tongue around your clit. you felt the knot begin to form in your lower half and with that, released all over his face. you began to squirt. it got all in his mouth but he didnāt care. he lapped it up like a dog. he was thirsty for you, like he needed you his entire life.
Ā he lifted you from his face, slamming you back down on the desk as he roughly put fingers to your clit, rubbing quickly, overstimulating you. your eyes widened and quickly rolled back, never feeling a sensation like this before. he was so rough but knew how to make it feel good. he gave your cunt a slap, sending a jolt through your body. you whimpered, earning a chuckle from him.
āget on your kneesā¦ā
Ā he groaned as he stroked his cock slowly. you abided, getting on your knees looking up at him with longing.
Ā āopen that pretty mouth..ā
Ā he chuckled as you did so, slowly pushing himself into your mouth
. āiām gonna fuck this pretty faceā he grunted,Ā make this makeup run..āĀ
you gagged in response, putting a hand to your pussy fingering yourself as he began to thrust into your mouth. he grabbed your head, holding it, thrusting in your mouth sloppily. the groans that came out of him were loud and deep. ārub that pussy for me, darlinā he thrusted a few more times before pulling out. he didnāt want to cum in your mouthāit had to be inside of you.
you got up off of your knees, getting shoved against the desk once again. he bent down to your height, whispering in your ear, āyou want me to wreck this pretty little pussy, yeah?ā he slowly rubbed at the spot he earlier hit, teasing your folds with his fingertips. you quickly nodded, whimpering a small āyes.āĀ Ā
he roughly spread your legs, his calloused hands rubbing and running against your thighs sending a shiver down your spine. his hot breath hitching against your neck as he kissed down to your chest, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it. he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, slapping it on your clit a few times.Ā
you whimpered slightly earning a chuckle out of him. he slowly pushed himself into you. the adjusting to his size caused you to gasp, biting on your lip as you looked up to him with tears forming in your eyes. your makeup was already messed up from him fucking your face. once you confirmed with a smile that you adjusted to him, he wrapped a calloused hand around your throat and began squeezing as he pounded into your cunt.Ā
you could barely breathe from the feeling of ecstasy at this point. you needed more of him. you looked up at him with teary eyes, begging him to go harder. he smirked down at you, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he quickened his pace.
he was balls deep inside of you at this point and you enjoyed every minute of it. you could not wrap your head around how good it feltāhe was the most skillful, experienced man you had ever been with. you hoped to have scenes with him in the future. no one has ever made you feel this good.Ā
your thoughts were interrupted by a slap across the face which made you giggle. you were practically a braindead slut at this point, the only thing being on your mindāhis cock. his breathing got heavier and more intense.Ā
āgonna cum in this pretty pussyā¦you want this old man to cum inside you baby?āĀ
he chuckled as you whimpered in response and nodding your head. his thrusts got sloppy as he tightened his grip on your throat again. your eyes filled with tears once again. he bent down to your ear, whispering into it,Ā
āyouāre the prettiest girl iāve ever fuckedā¦papaās gonna fill you up nice and fullā
your cheeks flushed pink, eyes rolling back just from his words. what he said made your cunt twitch and you loved every minute of it. you wanted nothing more than to see what it was like for him to cum inside of you. with a few more sloppy thrusts, he spilled inside of you. his cum felt warm, and this moment felt so right. cum spilling out of you and down your thighs, he placed a kiss on your lips.Ā
the cameras cut. james held you for a few minutes, whispering sweet nothings to you before you got yourselves washed up and showered. he stopped you on your way to your dressing room
āhope i wasnt too rough back there, you did damn good for your first timeā¦ never came that much beforeā he chuckled.
his words once again flustered you,Ā āoh really?ā
he nodded in response, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, āi meant what i said to you by the way..you really are the prettiest woman i ever fucked..ā
āand youāre the most handsome man i ever fucked..ā you both chuckled, just staring in eachothers eyes for a moment.
there was so much tension between the two of you. that was something you couldnāt ignore.Ā
you two kissed then and there. he held you close, wrapping arms around you. that moment could last forever. he was such a gentle person outside of sex and you only hoped to have him to yourself.
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haiii I like your works sm, hope you'll like my request!!
James in his BL cowboy era works on ranch of reader's dad(reader is much younger than James). Reader and him fell in love with each other, while her dad is not good with it and prevents Reader from interacting with James. One night, James steals the reader away from home and they spend a passionate but tender first night together in his little ranch house, where Het takes her virginity and then tenderly takes care of her after making love... ahh I can't stop thinking about how hot cowboy James isš
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God, I love cowboy James, I hope you like itā¤ Love ya too!
Warnings: Soft smut, age gap, loss of virginity
The cowboy and the rose
The summer air was thick with the scent of hay and wildflowers, a lazy breeze carrying the hum of cicadas across the ranch. I sat on the porch swing, the wooden slats creaking beneath me, as I watched James work in the fading light. There was something magnetic about the way he moved, his sun-kissed skin glistening under the weight of hard labor. My father had hired him months ago, but from the moment James set foot on our land, I knew he was troubleāthe kind of trouble that pulled at me in ways I couldnāt explain.
James wasnāt like the other ranch hands. There was an air about him, a quiet confidence, the hint of a smirk beneath his dusty cowboy hat. Heād catch my eye now and then, his gaze lingering just long enough to make my heart race. It wasnāt long before my father noticed the way I looked at himāand the way James looked at me.
āYou stay away from that man, Y/N,ā my father had warned one evening, his voice firm as we sat around the dinner table. āHeās not good for you. Too old, too wild. Heāll bring nothing but heartache.ā
I didnāt argue. There was no point when my father had made up his mind, but his words only fueled the fire inside me. James wasnāt reckless; he was kind. Heād stop to help mend a fence or comfort a scared horse, his touch gentle despite the strength in his hands. And when he looked at me, I felt seenānot as the rancherās daughter, but as a woman.
Weād stolen moments where we could. A whispered conversation in the barn, our hands brushing as we worked side by side. Once, late at night, Iād snuck out to meet him by the river. Heād pulled me close under the stars, his arms wrapped around me as if to shield me from the world.
But my fatherās disapproval loomed over us like a storm cloud. Heād started keeping a closer eye on me, his sharp gaze following me wherever I went.
That night, everything changed.
I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of my fatherās rules pressing down on me. Then I heard itāthe soft tap of pebbles against my window. My heart leapt as I peered outside. There he was, James, standing in the moonlight, his truck parked at the edge of the property.
āY/N,ā he whispered, his voice barely carrying through the night. āCome with me.ā
I didnāt hesitate. I grabbed my boots and slipped out the window, my heart pounding as I crept across the yard. When I reached him, he took my hand, his grip firm but warm.
āAre you sure about this?ā I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
He looked at me, his dark eyes steady. āIāve never been more sure of anything.ā
We drove to his small ranch house on the edge of town, the truck rumbling through the quiet night. When we arrived, he helped me out of the cab, his hand lingering on my waist. The house was modest, but it felt like a sanctuary. Inside, the scent of leather and cedar enveloped me, the warm glow of lamplight casting shadows on the walls.
James turned to me, his expression serious. āI know this is a lot,ā he said, his voice soft. āIf you want to go back, Iāll take you. But if you stayā¦ I need you to know how much you mean to me.ā
My breath caught in my throat as I stepped closer. āIām not going anywhere.ā
His lips met mine, the kiss slow and tender, as if he was savoring every moment. He led me to his bedroom, the simplicity of the space reflecting the man himself. There, in the quiet of the night, we came together for the first time.
James kissed me deeply, his hands cupping my face as he murmured against my lips, āYouāre so beautiful.ā The words sent a warmth through me, making my skin tingle. His touch moved down my arms, his fingers grazing my skin like a whisper, until they settled on my waist, holding me close.
He unbuttoned my blouse with care, his eyes meeting mine with each undone button. āTell me if you want me to stop,ā he said, his voice steady but filled with need. I shook my head, my breath catching as I helped him shrug off his shirt. His chest was firm and warm, and I let my hands explore the planes of his skin, marveling at how strong yet gentle he was.
When I shivered, he wrapped his arms around me, his lips brushing along my temple. āCold?ā he asked.
āNo,ā I whispered, my voice trembling. āJust nervous. This is my first time.ā
Jamesās expression softened, his hand coming up to gently cup my cheek. āI know,ā he said quietly. āAnd Iāll take care of you, I promise. Weāll go slow, okay?ā
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I nodded, trusting him completely. āOkay.ā
He laid me down on the bed, his movements deliberate and tender. His lips followed the curve of my neck, tracing a line to my collarbone as his hands mapped every inch of my body. I gasped when his touch became more insistent, his kisses trailing lower.
āIs this okay?ā he asked, his voice low but gentle.
āYes,ā I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair. āPlease.ā
His touch became more purposeful, his hands and lips exploring me with a reverence that made me feel cherished. As he finally joined us together, he moved with a slowness that showed his care for me, pausing just enough to let me adjust, whispering softly, ""Are you okay, sweetheart?" he whispered, moving with a slowness that showed his care for me.
He paused to let me adjust, brushing a soft kiss against my lips, his hand gently cradling my face. "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice a soothing murmur that wrapped around me like a warm embrace.
I hesitated, my words catching in my throat as I tried to make sense of the unfamiliar sensations. "I donāt know," I admitted softly. "Itās strangeā¦ but it feels right, being with you."
āIāll go slow,ā he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my nerves. āTell me if itās too much.ā
I nodded, my breath trembling as he began to ease into me. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of discomfort and an unfamiliar fullness. Sensing my tension, he stilled, his forehead pressing gently against mine.
āBreathe, sweetheart,ā he whispered, his thumb stroking my cheek. āWeāve got all the time in the world.ā
I exhaled shakily, relaxing under his tender encouragement. Slowly, he moved again, giving me a moment to adjust to every inch. āAre you okay?ā he asked, his voice a low rumble of concern and love.
āYes,ā I whispered, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. āDonāt stop.ā
He pressed another kiss to my lips, his movements careful and unhurried. As the discomfort faded, a new kind of warmth spread through me, and I found myself meeting his rhythm. His whispered words of praise and love grounded me, each one like a lifeline.
āYouāre perfect,ā he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. āSo perfect.ā
I clung to him, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. āIām yours, James,ā I whispered, tears slipping down my cheeks.
He moved with a mixture of passion and tenderness, as if every touch and motion were a declaration of his feelings. The room was filled with soft gasps and murmured words, the world beyond the walls fading away entirely.
When we reached our peak together, I felt as though the stars themselves had fallen into the room. James collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms, our breaths mingling as we lay entangled.
Afterward, he cleaned me with a warm towel, his movements unhurried and soothing. āDoes that feel alright?ā he asked, his voice still husky but tender.
āItās perfect,ā I replied, watching the way his brow furrowed with concentration as he cared for me.
He climbed back into bed, wrapping the blanket around us and holding me close. āCome here,ā he murmured, kissing my forehead. āIāve got you.ā
I rested my head against his chest, his heartbeat a steady reminder of everything weād just shared. āI love you, James,ā I said softly, the words spilling out before I could stop them.
He tipped my chin up, his lips brushing mine in a featherlight kiss. āI love you too, Y/N. More than anything.ā
We lay there, the weight of the night sinking into us, but instead of fear, I felt a profound sense of belonging. For the first time, I understood what it meant to be truly seen, truly loved, and I knew Iād never let it go.
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This is part 1 <3
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thinking about watching him play so handsome and concentrated, then run and hug him tightly, face on his neck with his hair tickling and just stay there smelling him.
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angels of snow
genre : fluff
word count : 673
tags : younger!reader x current!james, a curse word used, all of this just purely fluff
a/n : idea suggested by my š» anon, this was so much fun to write even if itās short and not a full on fic. i hope you enjoy this one! š¤



It was a cozy little evening with you and James both relaxing at home. You were in the kitchen making some tea while James sat on the couch, watching some tv. The sky was getting darker within minutes as clouds emerged together, creating a gloomy atmosphere outside.
āHereās your tea, darlingā you made your way back to the living room and put the cups down on the table right in front.
āThank you, sweetheart. Did you put any honey in it?ā James flashed you a smile while rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb.
āFuckā you whispered and rushed to get some honey while he was laughing at the way you almost ran to the kitchen. James always found it quite funny how you cursed to yourself whenever something minor would happen, whether itās you forgetting stuff or just being clumsy. But he liked it, it made you even more lovable and special in his eyes. Even if you both had an age gap and people gave you certain looks whenever you two went out, overtime, you grew to not give a damn about that. And James was more than proud of you for being so brave and strong.
Right when you closed the doors of the cabinet you took a look outside and noticed a thin layer of snow quickly building into a thicker one as it began to snow with chunky snowflakes. You gasped at the view.
āJames! Itās snowing!ā you let him know.
He looked over in your direction and stood up, making his way to the kitchenās window. While you stood there watching, a set of tattooed thick arms found their way around your waist as James stood tall behind you. It painted a smile on your face and you turned your head a little, looking up at him.
āDo you want to go outside and make some snow angels?ā
āIāve got an angel right here in my armsā he says, booping your nose to which you reacted with a giggle.
āCome on! Letās put on our coats and get a little playful, please?ā you gave him puppy eyes with pursed lips, hoping he gives in and agrees to this idea. He sighed and nodded.
āLetās go. But letās make it quick, or the tea will go coldā
āOkayā you nodded with extra excitement and gave him a kiss on the lips as you went to dress up.
Once ready, both of you stepped outside and found a perfect spot in your backyard for the snow angels. It was snowing aggressively the first few minutes, but as soon as you got in positions, the weather suddenly calmed down and it was now slow and pretty.
āItās snowing so beautifully, donāt you think?ā you asked, looking over at your man.
āI agree with that. Crazy how it switched up so fast tooā
āI knowā you giggled, reaching to grab his hand which you held onto tightly.
With one look, you both began to do the snow angels while skilling to yourselves in happiness. Moments like this felt magical and you wished they could last forever. But the cold snow began to send shivers down your body and you got up first.
āItās really cold, we should go backā
āYeah. I really need that teaā he smiled, walking you both to the back door and opening it for you to enter first. That gesture of his always made you feel giddy and happy. Excitement was always hard to cover up when it came to James being a gentleman. You absolutely adored him.
āHereās the honey I forgotā
āThank you, love. Do you think we should watch a movie nowā
You hummed and narrowed your eyes, bringing your index finger to your chin while figuring out what that movie could be.
āWhat about Grinch? Old classicā
āThatās perfect, babeā James looked at you while stroking your cheek and gave you a warm kiss as he pulled a blanket over you both and handed you your cup of still warm tea.
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HELLO??!!??!?? I FOUND THIS ON PINTEREST TODAY AND I'VE NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE WHAT
#metallica#james hetfield#80s metal#thrash metal#GODDAMN#my beloved#those white shorts istg#so many pics of him wearing those#and i love all of them#AAAAAAA#i need him#james hetfield smut#james hetfield fluff#80s
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Day 30: Subspace
A/n: first attempt at writing Subspace šŖ
Warnings: smut, rough sex, teasing, Subspace, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Kinktober
This gif I canāt š¤¤
You loved teasing James, it was the highlight of your week and youād do it at the worst times for him.
Heād be at a meeting or work dinner or something and his phone would buzz, heād check it only to find a video of you touching yourself wearing his shirt.
He never let you have toys for this exact reason.
Metallica was on tour and you couldnāt come, but youād made sure James didnāt get a moment alone or a moment of peace.
You made sure Kirk, Lars and Jason were keeping him busy, if not them then a crew member. You made sure he always had a roommate and his only breaks were bathroom breaks.
Itās not that you wanted to keep him stressed, itās just that you were always sending him pictures of yourself, your body, calling him just so he could hear you cum. You wanted him pent up and aching in his jeans for you when he got back, and thatās exactly what you got.
You were sleeping when he got home, it was around 2:00 am. He didnāt care, after everything youād just put him through, and he knew it was your doing, he needed to ruin you.
You yelped as he pulled you out of bed, he scoffed when he saw you werenāt wearing anything, not a shirt, no panties, nothing. And you had his pillow between your thighs.
He held you up against him as he tore off his own clothes, keeping you standing and pinned to his chest until he got his hard, pulsing cock and got to fuck you.
He wasnāt focusing on you, not caring if it was too much too soon because he knew youād adjust in a minute anyway.
One arm held your torso tight to him while the other gripped your hip so tight it was sure to leave bruises. His hips slammed against you, tip causing a bulge to form in your stomach.
The room filled with the sound of skin hitting skin and your moans that bordered screams as your legs shook, the only thing keeping you standing being James.
āI fucking hate you, you little bitch.ā He spat through gritted teeth right next to your ear. āAnd you know exactly why, you know what you did, you motherfucker!ā A harsh hand came down on your ass and you squealed.
You didnāt get much of a chance to recover before he was throwing you back onto the bed, climbing over you and pinning you down, pushing your face into the mattress to muffle your sounds.
Youād already had your fun thinking about how heād react earlier, already ditzy and dazed, but now, with him breaking your back, you couldnāt even think of anything else but him, how he made you feel, how close you were, the only words formulating were his name over and over again.
He made sure you were screaming his name, sheets drenched in your mixed juices. He kept manhandling you into new positions, however he wanted, spitting curses and insults at you like it was nothing.
However, as the night wore on and the sun began to shine through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the room and the both of you, he calmed down a bit.
James had been so done with you, so ready to come home and break you, and he did, but now he just missed you. His thrusts got slower and he paid more attention to your noises, your body language, making sure you were still ok through the whole thing.
āSo good for me, so, so good for me, sweetheart, just give me a little more, yeah? A little more and we can sleep, darling.ā He mused in your ear, kissing down your neck.
You felt everything go fuzzy, your mind and body. Your vision went white and you were in ecstasy, letting the warm feeling flood over you.
James saw this and smiled down at you, pulling out and laying beside you. āThat good, huh..?ā He asked, voice no louder than a whisper. He knew he couldnāt touch you, not when you were like this, it would feel too much. āIāll be back in a minute, sweetheart.ā He said, kissing your forehead and leaving.
You were left floating in your pleasure until he came back with a tray of things, snacks, drinks, a bowl heād fill with warm water and a cloth to wipe you down with when you were ready.
He didnāt want to touch you but he couldnāt just leave you like that so he pulled a nice warm and fluffy blanket over you, running his hand over your stomach through that to add some pressure and see how youād react.
āDonāt worry, sweetheart,ā he said, laying beside you and just staring at you, āIām not going anywhere soon, we can stay here and sleep.ā He let out a heavy sigh, exhaustion weighing on him as well. āAnd afterwards you can tell me why you decided to be such a bitch while I was away.ā He said through soft laughter, still admiring the galaxy swirling in your eyes.
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James Hetfield HeadCanons

Im doing hcās on my favourite eras of James (they are going to come up a lot in storyās and fanfics) Im starting off with 1986 or MOP I hope you like them
āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
SFW
Heās so silly
He loves to tease you when ever he gets the chance he can be mean too but in a good way
heāll teach you how to play guitar (but I feel like heād do it whatever the era) youād be sitting on his lap as heāll place his fingers on the frets and youād follow suit
he loves kissing you all over showing you how much he really loves you
heāll take you to band practices too he loves showing you off because he thinks heās the luckiest man alive to be dating you
If your laying down on your bed or couch on your stomach heās lay his head on your ass and tell you about his day
sometimes heāll tickle you to just to hear you laugh because he thinks you have the sweetest laugh ever (heāll tell you that every time you laugh)
if you go out to a bar or just out in general heās a fuckin guard dog and will never leave your side making sure no ones bugging you or flirting with you
heāll take pictures of you when you least expect it and there the most foul photos ever and heāll tell you your adorable (the photos are horrible)
he has his hands on you at all times cuddling the fuck out of you
he loves to cook with you (or at least try his best) but you also wouldnāt consider him cooking itās just him following you around the kitchen
sometimes when your in your room working heāll just walk in stand there for a few seconds making you very confused before he farts and walks out and youād yell at him (he thinks itās so funny)
NSFW
he canāt stay serious at all sure there are times when heās being all loving and passionate but half of the time heās making you laugh while being balls deep inside you
heād say something stupid and it make you laugh
but when he is being loving heās the sweetest praising you and literally worshiping you
I feel like heās more soft in the 80s than in the 90s like he can definitely be rough but not as rough
heāll play with your tits taking one into his mouth as he slowly thrust into you
heāll leave hickeys on your tits and thighs where no one can see them and heās so proud of himself because heās marking you as his and he lets you know all the time
I feel like he loves and I mean LOVES to eat pussy out in this era (as well as two others I will mention later on) heād ether eat you out like a mad man or lazily lick and kiss your pussy
He just loves to be in between your legs
Same with you giving him head heād let out sounds only your ears have the grace of hearing (you donāt complain at all) heād buck his hips up into your mouth when heās close and praise you when you swallow all his cum
and to be honest heās not that great at after care (heās still learning donāt worry) heād flop down on the bed wrap his arms around you and call it a night
āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
I hope you guys liked this one, there are still 8 more to come
#james hetfield#master of puppets#james hetfield x reader#james hetfield smut#james hetfield x you#james hetfield fluff#metalica#James Hetfield Head Canons
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No one else - James Hetfield

Summary: James comforts you when you feel like you aren't enough
Warnings: none just fluff and reader being insecure <3
You were sitting on your bed in the home you shared with James. Your knees were tucked to you chest as you stared at nothing.
James was out somewhere with the guys, so you had the place all to yourself. Which meant that you had nothing to distract yourself with.
Nothing to keep the overwhelming thoughts that moved rapidly through your head at bay.
You didn't understand it. You knew James loved you. Hell, he proved it to you by putting a pretty little rock on your ring finger. But there was just something in the back of your mind that kept telling you that you weren't enough.
You had all these thoughts of James leaving you for someone prettier, someone who didn't need constant reassurance, someone who didn't have such a crippling fear of what people thought of them to the point they didn't even have friends.
Even thinking about it makes your heart clench
The sound of James's voice pulled you out of your thoughts and your little staring contest with the wall.
"Baby, I'm back" You heard him yell as the sound of his keys being dropped onto the table echoed throughout the house.
"Honey?" It was quiet, too quiet. Usually, you would be on the couch, watching some random show that became your newest obsession. Or you would be in the kitchen trying out a recipe you saw on the internet. But you weren't.
You couldn't move. For some reason, your legs were stuck in that position, and you couldn't bring yourself to speak. You just sat there staring into nothingness.
"There you are, you had me worried for a second," James's voice was soft as he walked into the bedroom. A look of relief washed over his face at the sight of you, but it quickly turned into a worried one when he saw the state you were in.
"Hey," a rough, calloused hand stroked your cheek as James sat on the edge of the bed.
"You okay?" James asked as he tilted your head to make you look at him. His eyes were full of worry.
"Mhm, why?" You hummed as you put on your best fake smile. You knew James would see right through you, but it wouldn't hurt to try.
James gave you a deadpanned look that made you sigh.
"I was just thinking" you tried your best not to make eye contact with him.
"About what?" He asked as he tapped your cheek lightly to make you look at him again.
You let out a huff as you realized that there was no getting past him and just putting on a fake smile
"About how you would leave me for someone else" You had a defeated look on your face.
James's heart dropped slightly. He never understood why you had these thoughts. You were the most beautiful person he has ever laid eyes on. Inside and out. He loved you more than anything. He would literally die and kill for you if it meant that you were happy and safe.
To him, you are the only thing that makes him believe that there is good in the world. To him, you are the light at the end of the tunnel. You are the reason he has hope.
"Why would you think that?" He asked. His voice had this softness that made you feel comforted and at ease.
"Don't you want someone prettier than me or someone who doesn't need so much reassurance that it drives you insane." You asked as tears started to form in your eyes.
James frowned at your words
"No, I don't want someone else. There is no one in this world for me other than you. Baby, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen. You not only have a beautiful face but a beautiful soul. You are the most gentle and loving person I know." James's finger wiped away a few tears that spilled over.
"And it doesn't ''drive me insane'' when you need reassurance. Everyone needs some reassurance now and then. Even me. I'm happy to give you that if it means you feel better or comfortable." You smiled softly at the words
"I love you. There is no one else for me, and I don't want anyone else that isn't you, " James said sweetly as he brushed his lips softly against yours before pulling you into a deeper kiss.
Once you pulled away to get some air, you rested your forehead against his.
"Now that we have that settled. What do you want? Chinese or Italian or both" James asked with a small grin on his face.
Sorry for taking so longggg. I will Try to post more š©·š©·
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nicky I need to share smt with u, James loves showering with you, like, really. Having you between his legs in the bathtub and laying against his chest while the two of you are just in silence after a long day, or venting to you, even talking some shit and both of them dying laughing at the idiocy... I imagine this in any era of James, more specifically the 80s, he's just so cute I can't š
shit, it took me a while to respond to thisā¦ sorry anon
But this was fucking cute to imagine, I have the image in my head in two different eras. 80s James and early 00s James because I think it would be very different to be in the bathtub with them.
With 80s James it would be after he gets home from the tour, he'd be all touchy with you, he'd have you glued to his chest while he tells you everything he saw during the tour, while he talks he'd caress your thighs, your tummy, literally anywhere he could reach but not in a sexual way (you guys already took care of that a couple of hours ago) after talking, you'd help him "wash off the road smell" but that's really just an excuse to pet him and play with his messy hair, he'd also play with you, putting foam on your head and splashing water on you until you both left a mess in the bathroom.
There would be lazy kisses with you sitting on James' lap until the water cooled down, at the end they would get out of the tub with intentions of continuing their little reunion party in bed.

Now, I think about James from 2004. They would be on a break from the tour in early August, it's also the first tour with James sober so it's hard for him. Luckily he has you so you welcome him with open arms at home to make him relax and forget about the road while he is with you, you would prepare him a hot bath in the tub and your intention in the beginning would be to spoil him, give him a massage and take away the stress, however he wouldn't stand not having you with him so with puppy eyes he would ask you to join him. Clearly you couldn't refuse so you would get in the tub with him, sit behind him so James could lie against you and let you continue with the care you had in mind.
There would be no words from either of you, you would just lie there relaxing and enjoying the skin to skin contact that James missed so much, the only sounds would be little hums of satisfaction from him as you stroked his scalp, you would laugh softly because in the end, James is just a big teddy bear wanting affection and love.
I love smut but I'm a bitch for domestic fluff
#this is so cute and i want it#I would spoil that man like no one else ever has#cuddling with james sounds like heaven#that big man should give the best hugs#james#jaymz#james hetfield#james my beloved#james hetfield fluff#james hetfield x reader
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After the long wait... - James Hetfield x f!y/n
You cant wait to see your boyfriend after a long grewling wait while he's on tour. At the airport you finally reconnect with him missing his soft blonde hair
Sorry if this is really short!! its just a little dabble I did because why not you know? I'll try to post more frequently with new fics cause I really haven't done fics in like a month lol
Word count: 824
1991
The feeling in your gut eats away at you. All of the flashing lights clouding your vision. Todayās the day! you tell yourself carefully, taking each step with more and more feeling. Holding your brown leather bag tightly against your waist you tread lightly through the airport. The tune playing in the background catches your attention, it's one of those synth pop songs from the 80s you loved. You hum quietly still having a while before the plane lands.
The soft summer sun set low in the evening's horizon. You walk up to the big glass pane of the window placing your hand on the glass. The tips of your fingers tap the glass looking at the bright steaming sun. You smile to yourself as the clouds pass by just like all of the people trying to get back to their cars with gigantic luggages.Ā
From the corner of your eyes you see a certain plane start to land. A big smile presses up your rosy cheeks. You quickly run from the window to go see the planeās arrival. Some people look at you weirdly as you're running as fast as you can. The wind from the speed blows your hair. It feels uncomfortable but you don't stop needing to see the plane.
It was a private plane only for certain occasions like a..tour maybe? Because your boyfriend is on that plane right now on tour for his album with his band. The missed calls and all of the letters and gifts werenāt enough, you have to see him in person. The long humiliating months you spent apart feeling your hearts strain each and every day.Ā
It's great that you can finally see the love of your life after so longā¦.it really isā¦your heart flutters at the feeling.
You twist the diamond ring on your ring finger hesitating. It lights up your world remembering the day he gave you that. A whole crowd gathers around the plane's gate screaming for Metallicaās name even with signs and posters they want the band to recognize.Ā
The cries of the fans get louder, the band finally stepping into the airport blinded by the flash of the camera directly on them. But there..there he isā¦ His long dirty blond hair, the thick strand of semi-curly hair falling a tad beneath his shoulders on top of the frizzy blonde heep of hair is a leather cowboy hat with the dark glasses making any way of looking at his eyes impossible. The button up shirt lets his chest slightly be exposed with some of the buttons unbuttoned. The chest hair sends shivers down your spine. They are paired with a leather belt with a big silver belt buckle and baggy jeans with cowboy boots. He's holding a light black jacket.
He looks around like heās trying to look for something. He taps his foot on the floor nodding his head along with it.
āJames!ā you scream out. God will he remember your voice? It's been so longā¦.
His head snaps in your direction dropping the jacket pulling the glasses off his face. His blue eyes glistened at the sight of you. You look back at him, tears in your eyes running to meet his arms wrapping yourself in his warm comfortable embrace. The embrace you got so used to but yet needed so much more of them. He slides his arms around you resting his face in the nape of your neck.
Your voice cracks up as the tears fall down, you can hear his voice cracking with hoarse tones. He never liked to show such vulnerable emotions in front of people. He's always the mean frontman of Metallica but in your home he's the most caring and understanding person with sensitive feelings. He's human and trusts you enough to let his true self out.
āHi Jamesā you grip him tighter, all the emotions and feelings cloud your mind at rapid paces spinning your mind around but you're okay with it because he's just here with you and comforting you like this? It's helping even if it's a little thing like this embrace.
āHi y/n, I missed you princessā he gently kisses your ear whispering softly in it.
āGod I missed you too, so muchā you let your hands dance around his back. He twirls you around laughing, the flashing of the cameras taking every frame of it. He puts you back down on the floor looking up at your eyes then down at your lips. He kisses youĀ
Ā Now you guys are together again as one even if it might be for a short time before he goes on tour it's still a lot. Spending even just aĀ miniscule second is enough for you if it's with James. You both are wearing the rings that he got wishing this embrace will never end and it probably never willā¦
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Since I love November, I couldn't help but write something about the vibes it gives me. Anyway, I got this idea while I was walking in a park.
Wrapped in love
The November air bites at my skin, and I pull my scarf tighter around my neck, wishing I'd grabbed something heavier than my thin coat. The park is almost empty now, with only a few stray leaves dancing in the wind. James walks beside me, his steps steady, matching mine without a word. The trees are bare, their limbs reaching up to the gray sky, and the world feels still, like it's holding its breath in the cold.
I shiver, my breath puffing out in little clouds, and James glances over at me, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Are you cold?" His voice is soft, but I can hear the concern in it.
I shake my head quickly, trying to brush it off. "No, I'm fine. Really. It's not that bad."
But he looks at me, his eyes soft and searching, and his expression softens even more. "Y/n," he says, his tone quiet but firm. "You're freezing. Come here."
Before I can protest, he's already pulling off his sheepskin coat, the familiar warmth of it making me smile a little even before it's wrapped around me. It smells like himālike leather and something else I can't quite nameāand it feels like home.
"James, I'm okay," I begin, but he's not hearing it. He carefully drapes the coat over my shoulders, his fingers brushing against my skin, and I feel the warmth seep into me immediately. But it's more than just the coat. It's the way he looks at meātender, like he wants to take care of me, like he *always* wants to take care of me.
His hands linger for just a moment on the collar, adjusting it around my neck, and I can't help but watch him. There's no rush, no hurry. Just him, looking at me with that soft affection I've come to know so well.
"You're shivering," he says quietly, his voice low, full of concern. "I'm not going to let you freeze."
I smile at him, my heart fluttering at how much he means it. I move closer, pulling the coat tighter around me and instinctively stepping a little nearer to him, wanting to share the warmth he's offering me.
"Don't freeze because of me," I murmur, pressing a hand against his arm.
James looks down at me, his expression softening even more, and I feel that little spark between usāa quiet, intimate connection that's always been there, but now feels a little more special. The way his fingers graze my cheek as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear makes my breath catch. I don't even try to hide the smile that spreads across my face.
"I'll survive," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you're the one I'm worried about."
I pull the coat tighter around me and shift just a little closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder for a moment. It feels natural, like this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.
"Thank you," I say softly, my voice full of affection, of trust, and more than just gratitude for the coat.
James's lips curl into that familiar smile, the one that always makes my heart race. "Anything for you," he says, the words carrying a weight that makes my chest feel full.
I look up at him, feeling the love between us in the air, and for a moment, I just want to stay like this forever. In this little bubble where nothing else matters but the two of us.
"I think you're right," I tease softly. "It does look better on me."
James laughs, the sound rich and warm, and he leans in to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. "I don't mind," he says with a grin. "I'll just have to steal it back later."
I roll my eyes playfully, but the truth is, I never want to give the coat back. It's not just the coat that makes me feel warm, though. It's him. "AlwaysĀ him."
We sit on a bench beneath a bare tree, the last of the leaves fluttering around us. I'm still wrapped in the coat, and for a long moment, neither of us speaks. I can feel his presence next to meāso familiar, so comforting. The way he looks at me, the way his hand brushes against mine, like we've always been this close.
Finally, I whisper, "I'm keeping it. For tonight."
James smiles that sweet, knowing smile. "Keep it as long as you need," he murmurs. "I don't mind being the one who's cold for a while, as long as you're warm."
And just like that, the world fades a littleājust the two of us, the cold night, and a coat that's shared.
Suddenly, I feel like I can't leave him in suspense any longer. Without thinking, I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. It's gentle, full of affection, and when I pull back, I see the surprise in his eyes. But it's not awkward; instead, he smiles, warmth radiating from him in a way that only makes me love him more.
"Thank you," I whisper again, my voice barely more than a breath. But this time, it's not just for the coat. It's for everything. For the love he gives me, for the way he cares, for the way he makes me feel like I'm the most important person in the world.
James pulls me into a hug then, strong and sure, wrapping his arms around me like he never wants to let go. I bury my face into his chest, feeling safe and loved, my heart swelling in my chest.
"Always, Y/n. I'll always take care of you," he murmurs into my hair.
And with him holding me like this, wrapped up in the warmth of his embrace, I knowāI'm exactly where I'm meant to be.
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