#james hetfield oneshot
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I had this fantasy all day and I couldn't help but write it down
Paring: !ProfessorxStudent!reader
Word count: 8k
Warnings: Explicit Content, Mature Themes,Sexual Content, mature language, Age Gap (15-year difference) Power Imbalance, Adult Themes
Playing with fire
The university had become my second home, and I loved every minute of it. The quiet spaces for studying, the hustle of students on the move, and the occasional moments of clarity when everything just clicked. It was all thrillingâexcept for one thing: Professor James Hetfield,the Professor, who despite the 15-year difference, I was attracted to.
He was a constant presence. Not just in the classroom, but in my thoughts. Every class, every interaction with him felt charged. He never showed favoritism, not even toward the brilliant students like me, but I couldnât help the way his cold blue eyes always seemed to find me, to watch me. Every lecture, every question he posed, there was something about the way he looked at meâintense, almost as if he could see through the mask I wore.
The lectures were always intense, filled with complex material that many of the students struggled to understand. But for me, it was all too easy. I was always ahead of the curve, always absorbing the material faster than most. Yet, the more I proved myself, the more I felt his gaze upon me, even if he never admitted it. And somehow, it made everything even more exciting.
When the day of the final exam arrived, the weight of it felt suffocating. It wasnât just the usual pressure of examsâit was the pressure of having to live up to the quiet challenge I had set for myself. There was something about impressing Professor Hetfield that made every question feel like a test of my worth, something that wasnât just about getting the answers right but about making him acknowledge me in a way he had never acknowledged anyone else.
The room was filled with students, the air thick with the sounds of papers shuffling and anxious whispers. But I felt calm. Focused. As I looked around the room, I saw them all sweating, struggling over the hardest questions. But my mind was clearâmethodical. I answered each question with ease, my pen flying across the page as if the answers were written in my blood. It was exhilarating to feel so confident, so ahead of the game.
It didnât take long for me to finish. I was the first one done, though I didnât want to leave yet. The tension between Professor Hetfield and I was like a live wire, and I wasnât ready to break that connection just yet.
I stood, glancing briefly around the room. The other students were still scribbling away, oblivious to the fact that I was already finished. Without hesitation, I walked up to the front of the room and placed my paper gently on his desk.
Professor Hetfield was seated, marking papers with his usual cool, detached demeanor. His blue eyes flickered up to meet mine for a split second before returning to the paper in front of him. I took a seat in the front row, my hands resting on my lap, trying to keep my composure. As I sat, I felt the anticipation building in my chest. Did I make a mistake? I thought to myself. I couldnât remember the last time I had doubted myself, but in that moment, uncertainty crept in.
What if I had missed something? What if he saw something wrong in my answers, something I had overlooked? His sharp eyes could spot even the smallest mistake, and that thought gnawed at me. I watched as he methodically went through the other papers, his eyes scanning each answer with cold precision. But when he reached my paper, he paused.
My stomach clenched.
His gaze lingered on my exam, studying it with the same cold attention he always gave everything. I couldnât read him. Did I mess up? Was there something he had spotted in my work that I hadnât seen? His pen stopped moving for a moment, then continued with a quick, decisive motion. I felt the silence stretching between us, my pulse quickening.
Professor Hetfield finally placed the pen down, his gaze rising to meet mine. I sat up straighter, trying to read him, but his face was unreadable.
âYou finished already?â His voice was the usual low, gravelly tone, but there was something different about it todayâsomething softer, almost impressive. âYou didnât take long.â
I swallowed, trying to maintain a cool facade. âNo, I didnât,â I replied, not trusting my voice to sound steady. He must have seen something wrong, I thought. Itâs too quiet.
He looked at me for a moment longer, his eyes piercing through the calm surface of my thoughts. Was he really going to say anything?
I started to second-guess myself, wondering if he was silently critiquing every little thing in my paper. The questions were challenging, after all. But no, I told myself. I nailed it.
âImpressive,â he finally said, his voice clipped. But there was something else in itâa faint admiration buried beneath his usual coolness. âYouâve done well.â
I couldnât help the small breath that escaped my lips. Was that... a compliment?
His blue eyes lingered on me for a moment longer than usual, a quiet intensity simmering beneath the surface. âPerfect,â he added, almost as an afterthought. His gaze softened, but just barely. âGood work, Miss Y/N.â
I felt a strange warmth spread through me. I had expected more formality, more distance, but there was something about the way he said those words that felt different, more personal. I tried to keep my composure, but my heart was beating harder now.
As the class began to file out, I remained seated for a moment, my fingers lightly brushing over the edges of my papers as I adjusted them, feeling a slight tremor in my hands. I wasnât sure if I was still processing his words or the intensity of the moment. I wasnât sure if I wanted to leave, or if I wanted him to say something moreâanything, really.
But he didnât. His attention moved back to the papers on his desk, the cold, professional mask returning. But I knew what had just passed between us. The tension still hung in the air, thick and undeniable. I could almost taste it. I shifted in my seat, feeling the weight of the silence pressing against me.
The room had emptied, leaving just the two of us in this quiet space. My mind raced, trying to make sense of everything. Was he still aware of me? Even as his gaze never fully met mine again, there was something about the way heâd looked at me that made me feel as if we were still connected, even in that silence.
As I stood, I moved to adjust my backpack over my shoulder, trying to regain some normalcy. My fingers fumbled slightly as I pulled it on, my thoughts still tangled. I could feel his eyes on me once more, even though he wasnât directly looking. It was as if he was aware of my every movement.
Just as I reached the door, I heard his voiceâlow, commanding, sending a jolt through me.
âYou did a good job, Miss Y/N,â he said, his voice a smooth draw. âAlways impeccable.â
The words struck me like a spark in the quiet room, and my breath caught. I froze for a moment, feeling the weight of his praise and the underlying intensity behind it. My cheeks flushed a deep crimson, warmth flooding my face as I quickly turned my head, trying to mask the sudden rush of heat.
âThank you,â I said, my voice softer than usual, betraying the sudden rush of emotions swirling inside me.
Without another word, I stepped out into the hall, my pulse pounding in my ears. The game had changed. And as much as I tried to tell myself it was just another day, I knew deep down that something had shifted between us.
I had to admit, the thought had been nagging at me for days. Was I just another student to him? Did he really see me only as that? Or was there something more behind the way he kept glancing at me in class, his eyes lingering a fraction longer than they should have? It was maddening to think about, and I couldnât stop the curiosity from eating away at me.
The game was funâno doubt about itâbut I needed answers.
So I decided to test it again. This time, I was going to make sure the Professor couldnât ignore me, and if he did, then that would prove everything I needed to know.
The idea had been swirling in my head for days now, gnawing at me. I couldnât shake the feeling that there was something more between him and me. He was always so composed, always so in control, but when our eyes met, there was something there. Something I couldnât explain.Â
As I settled into my seat, I tried to act casual, pulling out my notebook and pretending to be absorbed in my notes, but my heart was pounding. I could feel his presence at the front of the room, but I kept my eyes trained on the page, waiting for the inevitable.
The room began to fill up as other students entered, taking their seats. He stood at the front, greeting a few students, his voice low and steady as always. But my mind was elsewhereâon him. I couldnât help but glance up occasionally, but I didnât want to make it too obvious.
Class began, and he fell into his usual rhythm. His voice was calm, steady, and clear, filling the room with his authoritative presence. I let my mind wander, knowing the moment I had been waiting for would come soon enough.
I noticed his eyes sweeping over the room as he began his lecture, but they didnât land on me right away. Instead, they passed over my usual seat, scanning the rows of students. For a moment, I wondered if heâd even noticed the change, but I stayed still, pretending to pay attention to the lecture.
Minutes passed, and still, his gaze didnât linger on me. I almost started to second-guess myself. Maybe he hadnât noticed. Maybe it wasnât as obvious as I thought.
But thenâ
I caught a subtle shift in his movements. His eyes flicked back to the room, scanning again. They moved from one student to the next, and thenâIt was like a switch had been flipped. His gaze landed on me.
It wasnât immediate. At first, I thought I imagined it, but then his eyes stayed fixed on me, no longer scanning the room in a casual manner. For a moment, I could see the slight hesitation in his expression, like he was piecing something together. His eyes narrowed slightly as if searching for the right words, trying to figure out why I wasnât where I usually sat. I felt a thrill of excitement surge through me. He had noticed. It took him a while, but he had noticed.
I didnât move, pretending to be absorbed in my notes, my heart racing in my chest. My breath caught, and I couldnât help but glance up again. This time, our eyes metâhis deep, piercing blue eyes locking onto mine.
I saw something in them that hadnât been there beforeâa flicker of recognition, of something more than just the usual professor-pupil dynamic. It was brief, but it was enough. He quickly broke the gaze, his expression stiffening as if he were trying to regain his usual composure.
But I knew. I knew he saw me now.Â
My mind raced, but I kept my expression neutral. I didnât want to give away that I knew exactly what had just happened. The rest of the lecture passed in a blur, but I couldnât stop thinking about that momentâthe way his gaze had lingered on me, the way his eyes had found me in the back of the room.
 Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. The students began filing out, and I stood slowly, packing my things. I kept my movements deliberate, as though I had all the time in the world, but my pulse was racing. I glanced around the room to see if anyone else noticed, but most students were too busy gathering their things and heading toward the door.
I walked out with the others, trying to keep my face neutral, but a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. As I made my way down the hall, the satisfaction of what had just happened settled over me. Professor Hetfield had noticed meâreally noticed me. The way his gaze had locked onto mine, the brief hesitation in his usual calm demeanorâit was all the confirmation I needed.
I smirked to myself as I walked down the hallway, knowing that the game had changed. He had watched me, and now he knew. I had made my point.Â
As the students filed out, I made my way over to Professor Hammett, who was talking to a couple of people by the door. He was always easy to talk to, and today, I had the perfect excuse to strike up a conversation.
âHey, Professor Hammett!â I said, casually walking up.
âY/N!â he greeted, his usual easy grin spreading across his face. âWhatâs up? Youâre looking way too cheerful for someone who just survived a lecture with Hetfield.â
I laughed, adjusting my bag. âOh, you know, Iâm just doing great in class. But I was thinking about that old horror flick I watched last nightâThe Texas Chainsaw Massacre. I love how gritty and real it feels.â
His eyes lit up at the mention of the movie. âAh, classic! That whole atmosphere, the suspense⌠Itâs one of those films that gets under your skin. How about The Shining? Now that oneâs pure psychological horror.â
I smiled, getting into the conversation. âFor sure. Itâs all about that tension, right? You donât need to see the monster to feel the terror. Itâs all in the build-up.â
He leaned in with a mischievous glint in his eye. âYou know what? We should have a movie marathon. Old-school stuff. What do you think?â
âIâd be down for that,â I replied, enjoying the easy banter. But as we were talking, I caught the glint of familiar cold blue eyes across the hallâProfessor Hetfield. He was standing with a few students, but his gaze was locked on me. I quickly turned back to Professor Hammett, but the tension in the air was undeniable.
As I continued the conversation with him, I noticed the professor step closer, his usual reserved demeanor barely concealing the sharp focus in his eyes. He greeted Kirk briefly, then turned his attention to me.
âAfternoon, Miss Y/N,â he said, his voice low and almost a little too casual. But there was something thereâsomething in the way his eyes lingered on me just a little too long.
âGood afternoon, Professor Hetfield,â I replied, trying to keep my tone light, but inside, my heart was racing. I couldnât help but feel the shift in the air between us. It was like the silent tension from the horror movies weâd just discussedâunspoken, but thick.
Kirk smiled and stepped back slightly. âIâll leave you two to chat. Catch you later, Y/N.â
âSee you, Professorâ I said, my smile still in place, but I could feel the subtle power shift now that it was just Professor Hetfield and me. As Kirk walked off, he moved a little closer, his eyes never leaving mine.
âI see youâve been talking to Kirk,â he said, his tone still polite, but there was an edge to it now. The subtle jealousy was unmistakable. I could practically feel the heat radiating off him as he gave a small nod in Kirkâs direction.
I raised an eyebrow, leaning in a little closer. âJust talking about old horror movies, the classics.â I gave him a small, teasing smile. âWhatâs your take on them, Professor? Or are you too serious for something like that?â
He stared at me for a moment, then gave a tight smile. âI think Iâm more interested in your take on them, Miss Y/N. You seem to have a particular passion for these films. Maybe you can give me some recommendations.â
I couldnât help but smirk. âOh, Iâve got plenty. Youâre missing out on some of the best stuff. Iâll make you a list,â I said, my voice light but purposeful. The more I pushed him, the more I saw the barely-contained frustration in his eyes. Before I could say anything more, Professor Hetfield quickly glanced away, as if pulling himself back from the moment. He cleared his throat. âGood job in class today. Your answers were... always impeccable.â His voice dropped slightly, as though he was forcing the words out.
I gave him a sly smile, my cheeks burning slightly from the attention. âThanks, Professor. Iâll be sure to give you more to think about next time.â
As I turned to leave, I couldnât help but feel the smirk forming on my lips. Iâd pushed just the right buttons today, and I could see the jealousy simmering beneath his usually cold exterior.
As I walked out of the hallway, I could feel his eyes still on me, even though he didnât say a word. It was like a scene from one of those horror movies weâd joked aboutâwhere the tension builds and youâre not sure when the next jump scare will come, but you know itâs coming.
I had him now. Professor Hetfield was interested, even if he wouldnât admit it.
It had been days since Iâd started playing my little games with Professor Hetfield. Each class had felt like a silent war, a dance of glances, subtle challenges, and unspoken words. I could feel his eyes on me more and more, could see the tension building every time I answered a question or made a move in his class. It was almost like a game of cat and mouse, and I was enjoying every second of it.
Today was no different. I was the last to leave the lecture hall, as usual. I liked to take my time, let everyone else rush out. There was something intoxicating about the way Professor Hetfield always seemed to watch me leave, his eyes following me as I gathered my things. And today, I was determined to make him feel something more.
I slung my bag over my shoulder slowly, savoring the quiet of the empty classroom. I had done it againâmade him want more, made him chase me without him even realizing it. I thought Iâd done enough to leave the class without another glance back, but today felt different.
Just as my hand touched the doorknob, I heard his voice. Low, controlled, but unmistakably commanding.
âMiss Y/N.â
I froze, my heart skipping a beat. I turned slowly to face him. He was standing by his desk, his gaze fixed on me. There was a new intensity in his eyesâa flicker of something deeper, something darker that hadnât been there before.
âLeaving so soon?â he asked, his voice casual, but there was an edge to it now, a hint of something more.
I gave him a playful smile, leaning back slightly against the door. âJust thought Iâd take my time, Professor. You know, savor the moment.â
His lips twitched at the corner, a small smirk playing on his face as he walked slowly toward me. âSavor the moment? Interesting choice of words.â
I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. âWhy? Does that make you uncomfortable, Professor?â I could see the flicker of challenge in his eyes, but he didnât back down. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming.
âNo,â he said quietly, his voice lowering, âbut it makes me curious.â
The air between us thickened. Every step he took felt like it brought him closer to something dangerousâsomething that neither of us had fully acknowledged until now. I could feel the electricity crackling in the room, like we were standing on the edge of something we couldnât control.
I took a step back, my heart racing. âI should go,â I said softly, trying to maintain control, even as the desire building between us felt undeniable.
But as I reached for the door, he moved quickly, his hand slamming against it, stopping me from leaving.
I froze, caught off guard by the force of his movement. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up at him, his blue eyes locking with mine. He was so close now, the heat of his body radiating against mine.
âNot yet,â he said, his voice low and commanding.
My heart pounded in my chest. The space between us was electric, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. His hand stayed on the door, his other hand slowly lifting to brush a lock of hair behind my ear. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I could barely breathe under the weight of his gaze.
âYou like playing with me, donât you?â His voice was almost a growl now, the words wrapped in dark intent. âYou like making me chase you, testing me, seeing how far Iâll go.â
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breath, but I couldnât deny the heat that rushed through me. This was the momentâthe moment. âMaybe,â I whispered, my lips almost brushing against his as I spoke. âMaybe I do.â
His smirk deepened, and in that instant, he closed the distance between us. His lips crashed against mine, fierce and hungry, as if he couldnât hold back anymore. The kiss was everything I had imaginedâpassionate, urgent, full of unspoken desire. His hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer, the heat of his body making me melt against him.
I responded in kind, my hands threading through his hair, pulling him even closer. The kiss deepened, and I could feel his desire growing, matching my own. The world outside the room ceased to exist. All that mattered was the tension between usâthe need that had been building for days, now finally unleashed.
His hands moved to the small of my back, pushing me against the door as he kissed me deeper. I could feel his breath against my neck, his lips trailing down to the sensitive spot just below my ear. I gasped as his hand slid down, dangerously close to where I wanted him, but just as quickly, he pulled away, his eyes dark with lust.
âYouâve been playing with fire, Miss Y/N,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire. âAnd now⌠itâs my turn.â I think,â he said, his voice soft but filled with purpose, âthat I should remind you whoâs in charge here.â
I looked up at him, my chest rising and falling with every breath. My heart was racing, but I couldnât help the smirk that tugged at my lips. âIâve been waiting for this,â I whispered.
His gaze darkened, and without another word, he pulled me toward him again, this time more forcefully, as his lips descended on mine once more. The kiss was all heat and urgency, the taste of him intoxicating as his hands roamed over my body, taking control in a way that made me feel both exhilarated and completely powerless.
I responded, parting my lips slightly, inviting him in. The kiss deepened, his lips moving against mine with a tenderness that belied the intensity of the connection between us. My body seemed to melt against him, every inch of me craving the touch I had been teasing him with for so long.
His hands found their way to my waist, pulling me closer, and for a brief moment, I thought he might push me further. But he didnât. Instead, he gently guided me toward his desk, the action so smooth, so deliberate, I couldnât help but follow.
He stopped just before the edge of the desk, his eyes locking onto mine. âSit,â he said, his voice soft but commanding.
I obeyed without hesitation, sitting on the edge of the desk, my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for what would come next. The anticipation was almost too much to bear.
He stepped back, taking in the sight of me sitting there, the tension thick in the air. âYouâve been teasing me,â he said again, his voice softer this time, but no less intense. âBut you want more, donât ya?â
I nodded, unable to find the words. My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve alive with need.
âYouâre so needy for me, Miss Y/N,â he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire. âAnd I think you know exactly how far youâre willing to go.â
The weight of his words hung in the air, but before I could respond, he was back in front of me, his lips capturing mine once again. The kiss was hungry now, desperate, like we were both starved for this connection. There was no turning back. He first unbuttoned my shirt a bit, playing with them a bit, but surprisingly he ripped my shirt leaving me with only my bra. I smirked at his action, and with confidence, I started removing my bra, slowly looking at him, with a smirk. My fingers hesitated for just a second as I reached for the straps of my bra, but I knew he was watching, and somehow, that made me move slower, more deliberately.
As I pulled the fabric down my shoulders, I felt his eyes trace the curve of my skin. I could see the shift in his postureâhow his breath seemed to catch, how his chest rose and fell a little faster. His eyes never left me, and I could feel the weight of his stare like a touch, lingering on my exposed skin. When the bra finally slipped down, I couldnât help but notice how his gaze followed every inch, lingering on my breasts with such intensity that it made me feel completely exposed.
His jaw tightened, and I saw his hand flex at his side, as if he was fighting the urge to move. He didnât look away. In fact, it was almost like he was drinking me in, like he couldnât get enough of what he was seeing. There was hunger in his eyesâraw, powerfulâand yet, there was something else too, something almost reverent, like he was seeing me in a way no one else ever had.
His breath was shallow, quick, and I noticed how his body shifted, how he leaned in just slightly, drawn to me without even realizing it. I could tell he wanted to reach out, to close the distance between us, but he stayed still, rooted in place, just watching. His eyes flicked back to mine for a moment, and the heat between us seemed to grow, thick and heavy, leaving no room for anything but this moment.
I let the bra drop fully, and still, his gaze never wavered. I felt a flush spread across my skin, not from shyness, but from the raw intensity of how he was looking at me. He was hungry for me, but it wasnât just physical. It felt deeper, like he was searching for something in me, something more than just the surface.
At that moment, I realized I wasnât just undressing for him. I was giving him all of me, and he was taking it in, slowly, carefully, like he was afraid if he blinked, it would all disappear.
âYou really love teasing, donât you, darling?â His voice was low, almost a growl, like he was savoring the words, letting them linger between us. His gaze never left mine, intense and predatory, but there was something playful in the way he spoke, as if he enjoyed watching me revel in the power of the moment.
 met his gaze, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. His words hung in the air, heavy with that unmistakable edge of desire. âYes,â I said softly, my voice breathless but confident. âI love it.â I let the words linger between us, daring him to respond, daring him to make the next move.
His eyes darkened, and the moment stretched taut between us, the space narrowing. Before I could even register the shift in his posture, his hand was on meâhis touch firm, almost possessive as he reached for my breast, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin. I gasped, my body instinctively tilting toward him, but he guided me with ease, his touch a mixture of control and dominance.
âYouâve had your little games,â he murmured, his voice low and filled with intent. âNow itâs my turn to have fun.â His thumb stroked the curve of my breast, sending a shiver down my spine. âYouâve teased me enough, darling. But nowâŚâ He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, his grip tightening slightly. âNow, itâs my turn to see just how much you can handle.â
His hand didnât stop, didnât falter. The intensity of his gaze pinned me in place, even as my breath hitched and my knees felt weak. Without a word, he guided me back until I felt the cool edge of the desk against me. His touch was deliberate, firm but not rushed, as though he wanted to savor every reaction he could draw from me.
âLie back,â he murmured, his voice deep and commanding, the kind of tone that sent a shiver through me and left no room for hesitation. I obeyed, lowering myself onto the desk, the smooth surface pressing against my back as he loomed over me.
His hands moved down, exploring every inch of me, his fingertips brushing over my exposed skin with an unhurried precision that made me feel like I was unraveling under his touch. When he reached the hem of my skirt, his eyes flicked up to meet mine, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.
âYouâre full of surprises, arenât you?â he said, his tone teasing but heavy with desire. He slid the fabric higher, baring my thighs inch by inch, watching as goosebumps rose on my skin. His fingers lingered just at the edge of my panties, tracing the line where the fabric met my skin, a maddeningly light touch that made my pulse race.
âYou like to tease, but look at you now,â he murmured, his voice low, almost a growl. His thumb brushed over me through the thin fabric, his movements slow, deliberate. I couldnât stop the soft gasp that escaped my lips, and his smirk deepened.
âAlready so wet,â he said softly, almost to himself, his fingers pressing just enough to make me squirm. âTell me, darling, was this all part of your little game? Or is this just how much you want me?â
The way he looked at me, the way his hands moved, made my mind spin. I couldnât find the words to respond, couldnât do anything but feel as he kept teasing me, his touch igniting every nerve in my body. He was in complete control now, and I could only hold onto the edge of the desk, letting myself get lost in the way he looked at me like I was his to claim.
His fingers toyed with the edge of my panties, his touch maddeningly light as though he was savoring how much I squirmed under him. I managed a smirk, though my breath was already unsteady.
âYouâre good at this,â I murmured, the tease in my voice thin but still there. âBut what about you, Professor?â My words dripped with mock innocence, daring him. âYou shouldâve seen the way you were looking at me earlier.â
His eyes darkened, his jaw tightening for just a moment as if Iâd struck a nerve. The smirk that spread across his lips after was slow, deliberate, dangerous.
âYou have no idea,â he said, the words making me shiver. âHow many times Iâve dreamed of thisâof having you like this, spread out, completely mine to touch, to tasteâŚâ His hand slid lower, his fingers grazing the soft fabric that clung to me. âTo fuck you senseless,â he finished, his tone rough with restraint, his breath hot against my skin.
âDonât you have rules about this?â I asked, my voice low and teasing, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. âMaking out with your student?â
He paused for a fraction of a second, his eyes locking onto mine. The intensity in his gaze made my stomach flip, and then he leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear as he whispered, his voice rough and full of heat.
âIâd break every rule for you, darling,â he said, his breath hot against my skin. âEvery single one.â
His hands moved with purpose then, slipping beneath the waistband of my panties, hooking the fabric, and pulling it down slowly. The deliberate way he did itâlike he wanted me to feel every second of itâmade my pulse race.
âLift,â he said, his tone low and commanding, and I obeyed without a second thought, letting him slide them down and away. The cool air against my bare skin made me shiver, but his warm hands were already there, settling on my thighs, pushing them apart with a quiet authority that sent heat rushing through me.
âOpen up for me,â he murmured, his voice soft but firm, his eyes dark with intent. The way he looked at me, like I was something heâd waited too long to touch, made me tremble.Â
He leaned in, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, his breath warm, every touch deliberate and unhurried. I gripped the edge of the desk, barely able to breathe as he moved closer, the tension in the air thick enough to drown in.
âYou teased me long enough,â he murmured against my skin, his voice a low, gravelly promise. âNow, let me take care of you the way Iâve dreamed of.â
His hands tightened on my thighs, spreading them wider as he leaned in, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. The weight of his gaze alone made me feel exposed, vulnerableâbut in a way that only made me crave more. His touch was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every moment, every reaction I gave him.
I tried to steady my breath, but it was impossible when every second of his tongue left me more breathless. His lips brushed over my skin, soft and teasing, but I couldnât stop the way my body respondedâhow I arched toward him instinctively, needing more.
âRelax,â he murmured, his voice low and smooth, with a hint of command. âLet me make you feel good.â
The tension in my body built with every deliberate stroke of his tongue on my clit, every soft press of his lips. I could feel my pulse racing, the heat spreading through me, getting more intense with every move he made. The way he took his time, exploring, licking, making sure I felt every inch of his attention, was driving me crazy. I couldnât help the quiet moans that escaped my lips, each one only fueling his need to tease me further.
I could feel the pressure building, growing tighter and tighter inside me, until it was almost unbearable. His movements were steady, perfect, and it was clear he was enjoying the way I was coming undone beneath his touch. My body trembled with anticipation, and I couldnât hold it back anymore.
âProfessor⌠professor⌠Iâm c-coming,â I gasped, my voice shaky as the words tumbled out before I could even stop them.
The moment I spoke, he pulled back slightly, his lips still brushing against me as he glanced up at me, his expression filled with a wicked, knowing smile.
âCall me James, babe,â he murmured, his voice rough and possessive. There was a playful edge in his tone, but underneath it was an unmistakable authority that sent another wave of heat rushing through me.
He didnât stop, didnât slow downâhe kept moving with that same steady rhythm, drawing me closer to the edge again. The way he moved, the way he touched me, left me no choice but to surrender to the pleasure.
âJames...â I gasped, the sound of his name falling from my lips like a plea, a release. It pushed me over the edge, and I couldnât help but let go, the pleasure crashing through me in waves as I fell apart beneath his touch.
I could hardly catch my breath as the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed away, my chest heaving with each shallow inhale. Slowly, I sat up, trying to regain some sense of control, my body still trembling slightly from the release heâd given me.
But he wasnât done. I felt his hand gently, yet firmly, guide me back, pushing me to lay across the desk.
âDid you think I was done, Y/n?â His voice was low, confident, full of quiet authority as he loomed above me, his eyes dark with intent. âI told you... now itâs my turn to play.â
His hands moved with purpose, his fingers undoing his shirt. I watched as he pulled it off, revealing his toned chest, each muscle defined and impossibly perfect in the soft light. The sight of him, so composed yet hungry for me, stirred something deep inside.
He unzipped his trousers, the sound of the zipper sharp in the otherwise quiet room. As he stepped closer, his gaze never left mine, steady and filled with something that made my heart race even faster.
âI know you want it, babe,â he murmured, his voice low and filled with unspoken promise. âYou donât know how long Iâve dreamed of this... to make you scream my name while I fuck your little pussy. I can feel it... the way youâve been craving me, just like Iâve been craving you.â
I could feel the tension building again between us, the heat in the room growing almost unbearable. His hands moved firmly to my shoulders, guiding me back until I was lying flat across the desk, my heart racing with both anticipation and uncertainty. The shift in position made everything feel more intimate, more real, and I could feel my body instinctively surrendering to him.
His touch was possessive now, his hands gentle but unyielding, pressing me firmly against the desk. My breath hitched as he loomed over me, his presence a weight I couldnât escape. Every movement he made was deliberate, as though he was savoring each second, each shift of power.
âYouâre not going anywhere, Y/N,â he murmured, his voice low and filled with an unmistakable edge of command. His tone was both soothing and thrilling, the way he said my name sending a rush of heat through my body. The way he used itâlike he was taking controlâmade my pulse quicken.
It felt as though every inch of my body was attuned to him, and I couldnât help but let go of the resistance, letting myself sink into the moment, into the connection we shared.
His hands slid gently under my ass, lifting me as he positioned himself between my legs, his presence commanding. I could feel the weight of his touch as he leaned down, his lips brushing lightly over the inside of my thighs. The kiss was slow, deliberate, each movement sending a pulse of warmth through my body.
âYouâre mine now, Y/N,â he murmured, his breath hot against my skin, sending shivers through me. âIâm going to make you feel things youâve never felt before.â
He leaned in, starting moving slowly but sending shivers down my spine. Each thrust was deliberate, slowâalmost too slow for the need I felt building within me. My body wanted more, needed more, but he was taking his time, letting every moment stretch out, making me ache with wanting.
I could feel him shift slightly, his hands gently gripping my hips, pulling me closer, but still, he didnât move any faster. The anticipation was maddening, and I couldnât hold back the soft whimper that escaped my lips.
âPlease,â I breathed, barely able to control myself. âFaster, please.â
His eyes locked onto mine as he paused, the intensity in his gaze making my heart race. There was a moment where I could feel his control slipping, but he only smiled slightly, the hint of a challenge in his eyes.
âYouâre such a desperate girl, Y/N,â he murmured, his voice low and rough, almost like a growl. There was a teasing edge to his words, but they only added to the heat building inside me. His tone, though commanding, held something moreâa knowing that made me shiver in response.
The pace had quickened, and every movement he made sent waves of heat through me. His hands were gripping my hips, holding me in place as he thrust harder, faster. My breath was coming in ragged gasps, my chest rising and falling with each moment. I could feel every inch of him, the way his body moved with control and purpose, making every nerve in my body come alive.
I could feel his gaze on me, intense and dark with desire, as he continued to move with a rhythm that was both steady and relentless. âYou wanted this, didnât you?â he whispered, his hands sliding up to my ribs, his fingers curling slightly as he held me tighter, his thumb brushing over my skin.
âYes,â I gasped, the word slipping out before I could stop it. I was already lost in the sensation, my mind spinning with the intensity of everythingâhis touch, his voice, the way he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in that moment.
Without missing a beat, he increased the pace again, and I couldnât help but gasp, the sensation overwhelming. His movements were smooth, confident, his body pressing me down into the desk as I gripped the edges, my fingers digging into the cool surface. Every thrust sent shockwaves through me, the intensity building until I could feel my body starting to tremble with the pressure.
âGood girl,â he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear, the sound of his voice sending a shiver through me. His words were a promise, something deeper, something real. âYou feel so good, Y/N.â
I couldnât speak, couldnât form a coherent thought. I was lost in the feeling of him, the way his body moved with mine, the way everything seemed to align as if we were both caught in the same moment, the same rhythm. The connection was undeniable, each touch, each thrust, drawing me closer to the edge.
My breaths were shallow now, the pressure building more and more. I could feel myself starting to tremble, my legs tightening around him, desperate for release. âJames,â I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper, but he heard it, responding without hesitation.
âWhat did you say, darling? I didnât hear youâ He said, looking at me with a smirk on his face. âJame-â I tried to say but only a moan came. âI don't hear you babeâ and he thrusted harder now and I felt dizzy for a second. âI told you I want you to scream my name, but I donât listen nothingâ âJames, fuck me harder!â I cried, I donât even know how my voice came. He looked at me with a smirk.
His hands moved down to my thighs, gripping them firmly, and he shifted, adjusting his position just enough to make the sensation even more intense. My body arched, a soft gasp escaping me as the new angle took over, the pressure building in all the right ways.
It was almost too much, but I couldnât stop it, couldnât pull away. I wanted this, needed this, and as the rhythm of his movements quickened again, I could feel my own body responding, chasing that overwhelming release.
" James... I'm close," I breathed, my voice shaky, barely a whisper. Every part of me was on fire, the heat inside me almost unbearable, but I couldn't stop it. I was caught between control and the overwhelming need to give in to what he was offering.
"Cum for me, Y/N, come all over my cock such a good girl you are" he whispered, his voice low and filled with a quiet intensity. The sound of his words sent a shiver down my spine, like a signal that it was okay to give in, to let the pressure that had been building inside me finally break free.
 I finally let go. The sensation hit me all at once, a wave of heat and release that took over, making my entire body tremble. I couldnât stop the soft, breathless moans that slipped from me, each one an echo of the intensity coursing through me.
"I need just a bit more," he whispered, his voice strained. His hands gripped my hips tighter as he pulled me closer, urging me to meet his rhythm.
The pace quickened, the sounds of his breathing growing louder. His movements became more erratic, his grip on me tightening, his face a mix of focus and something deeper.
"Y/N..." he muttered, his breath catching. His body shuddered against mine, the tension finally snapping as he released a soft exhale, the rapid rise and fall of his chest matching the frantic rhythm of the moment.
For a few moments, we both stayed still, breathing heavily, connected in the quiet aftermath.
He gently guided me to sit, but I remained on the edge of the desk, my legs draped around his waist, as he stood just in front of me. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close, his chest pressing against mine as we both caught our breath. I could feel the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart beneath my cheek. We both smiled, a moment of quiet intimacy between us.
"Wow," I murmured, my voice still breathless. "That was intense."
He chuckled softly, his grip tightening slightly as if reassuring me. "Iâm glad you liked it," he whispered, his voice thick with something I couldnât quite place. A playful glint danced in his eyes, but there was also something deeper, an intensity that lingered.
I looked up at him, my fingers tracing lightly over his shirt, my lips teasing the words I could feel bubbling up inside. "What if I wanted to play again?" I said, my voice soft but daring, the words laced with challenge.
He smirked, holding me a little tighter as if pulling me further into him. "If you play with me again, there will be consequences," he said, his tone playful yet firm.
I met his gaze, leaning in just slightly, my lips brushing near his ear. "Then Iâll gladly play again," I whispered, my voice a breath against his skin.
He chuckled softly, but then his expression shifted. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, a serious edge creeping into his voice. "I forgot to mention something," he said. His hand moved to the back of my neck, his touch gentle but firm. "If I hear you talking the way you did earlier, with Professor Hammett, Iâll make you pay for it."
My heart skipped a beat at his words. I looked up at him, my lips curling into a teasing smile. "Are you jealous, Professor?" I asked, my voice light, but there was a part of me that wanted to know just how heâd react.
His grip on me tightened, just enough to send a shiver through me, but his smile didnât waver. "Yeah," he admitted, his voice rough but with a hint of warmth. "And maybe, just maybe, Iâll make you regret making me feel that way."
A playful laugh escaped me, but there was a softness in my chest, a warmth I couldnât quite explain. Without another word, he leaned down, pressing his lips gently to mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck. It was slow at first, a tender kiss that deepened as we both surrendered to the quiet pull between us. When we finally broke away, his forehead rested against mine, our breaths coming in unison.
"Iâve wanted to do that for so long," he whispered, his voice thick with something more than just desire.
I smiled softly, running my fingers along the edge of his shirt, a quiet thrill coursing through me. "I think we both have a lot more to explore, donât we?"
He chuckled, pulling me closer once more, his arms holding me as if to keep me from ever slipping away. "Definitely."
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james and the reader are best friends and james is in love with her and she accidentally walks in on james jerking off with her panties in his hand and he doesn't notice that she stands there until he finished and then thay and up fucking
first time writing smutđŹđŞ



Caught
Me and James were best friends. We were inseparable, so much so that we would spend nights at eachothers houses. Tonight was one of those nights.
I was getting ready to go grab something from the store, just some snacks for the two of us. I finished putting on my sweatpants and left my bedroom.
I headed towards the spare room in my house where James was so I could tell him I'm heading out to the store. When I made it to the room I heard shuffling and odd noises. I furrowed my eyebrows and slowly turned the knob, making sure I was quiet
My jaw dropped when I saw him laying down on the bed. He was naked with a thin layer of sweat on his chest, and in his hand were a pair of my panties. I turned bright red.
I heard him groaning and breathing heavily, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, his hand moving with long fast strokes.
James held the pair of panties just above the tip. He kept squirming and whimpering, I couldn't make out what he was saying.
It felt wrong to watch this, but I didn't take my eyes off him. The moaning was getting louder, his stomach would dip slightly when he picked up the pace.
Within a few seconds James bucked his hips and ropes of cum shot onto the piece of clothing.
I coughed slightly trying to get James attention. His head shot towards me and he covered himself with the blankets. His expression was one of embarrassment. "Its not what it looks like! I was just-"
I slowly made my way towards the bed. Still looking at him with shock. "Really? To me it looked like you were jerking off.. to my underwear." I looked down at the blanket covering his lower half and removed it. His dick was still twitching.
"Im sorry. I was just.. I don't know." James stuttered. His cheeks were bright red.
I giggled softly. My hands trailed towards his cock. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it. "No need to apologize. I enjoyed the show." James let out a moan as I started to move my hands up and down his erection.
I slipped out of my sweatpants, I wasn't wearing any underwear. I climbed onto the bed and straddled him. "You could've told me that you needed me."
He was still red. "It would've been awkward.." I rolled my eyes at his response. My hand continued to jerk him off at a slow pace. "So?"
James continued to let out a string of moans as I moved my hand. I used my free and rubbed my clit in small circles. Eventually I positioned myself above his dick and sunk down slowly.
"God- Oh, that feels so.. good." James let out more moans and whimpers, he whispered about how good it felt.
I rocked my hips and started to ride him at a good pace. I looked down and James was squirming, his eyes were closed shut. "It feels so good.. Faster, please"
I started to ride him faster, my legs were giving out under me. I felt him twitch inside of me. He was close, so was I.
My pace quickened. "James.. Im c-close." James eyes opened he wrapped his arms around me. "I am too.."
Eventually I reached my peak. I let out a pornographic moan.
Seconds after, James finished inside of me. His warm seed filled me up. My legs were shaking as I got off of him.
I plopped down next to him. "That was.. great." I nodded at what James said. "It was." I cuddled up closer to him and sighed.
"You owe me new underwear though.."
was this good guysđŹ...
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If ur okay with doing headcanons do you have any honeymoon ones for james please and thank you
HIIII ANON! thank you so much for my first headcannon request. also, thank you for asking for something sweet which cheered me up. been brushed with the kiss of plague since last week (i have a cold), so i haven't been up to writing much. with that being said, if this is sucky, i am lowkey whiskey-drunk, so please blame it on that. i didn't know if you wanted anything smutty, so i left it at the endâ feel free to skip it if you didn't want it. enjoy! <3
Honeymoon James HCS:
Big ole sweetie pie. From the second you guys hop on the plane to the second you get home after the festivities, he's doting on you. He's probably still suuuper loved up from the nuptial thrill of getting married, and we all know he's real sentimental, so he really, really wants you to have a phenomenal time. In his eyes, the honeymoon sets the tone for the marriage, so a good honeymoon is essential to a thriving relationshsip. Every second he's like, "Can I get you a drink?" "Are your bags too heavy?" "Too cold? Want my jacket?" He lives and breathes to see you happy right now.
He's content to go anywhere for a honeymoon trip, so long as there's things for him to do. If you want a beach resort, he'll pack his fishing rod. If you want to cosy up in a winter cabin somewhere, he'll bring his ski boots. He just wants you happy. You get first pick of everything.
James is a very tactile guy, especially with someone he's so smitten with. He's touchy all the time. But with the person he loves, on their honeymoon, with that belly-fluttering dreaminess of having the new weight of wedding rings on fingers? Yeah, he's a goner.
Will find any excuse to touch you. If you wear makeup, he's watching you in the mirror, sweeping his hands all over your sides. If you got some food on your lip, he's brushing his thumb against your skin so sweetly that he just ends up letting his wandering hand trace over your jaw, your throat, until he kind of just... forgets there's something on your face.
His wedding vows to you were wholly original, and very genuine. Every night, he scoops you into his arms in bed, and through warm kisses to your temple, he whispers them to you. James brushes his lips against your slow, easy pulse, and presses kiss after kiss after kiss, so lazily that he's just mouthing your skin at this point. With every pause of the beat of your heart, he kisses your skin. "You are safe with me," Kiss, "You are loved by me," Kiss, "You are welcome to me." It's his new routine.
He's a pretty private person, so he probably would only share one or two, but he'd take so many photos. Mostly of you. Some of the landscape, of activities you do together. He just wants to document everything. He's never been so at peace, so he doesn't want to forget a single second of the honeymoon. If you printed out his photos and put them in a cute photo book or even framed a few of them, he'd probably want to marry you all over again.
James wakes up each morning wanting you. When you first started dating, it was your voice. Then your opinions on matters. Your skin, your scent. Now it is your heart, your hands, the peace your presence brings him. Would definitely be the type of guy to want to start his days of being your husband by having your naked body on his. Sure, sometimes he's just incredibly hornyâ but a lot of the time, sex also brings this intimacy that he's never felt in his life before you. Your bodies just blur together and he's obsessed with it. His libido is all-consuming, especially now he's married. He'd wake you with the usual hungry kisses, and if you ran your hands along his scalding muscle, threaded them through his dirty blond hair, he'd take the hint. And it'd make him so giddy the rest of the day. Even though you're married, he still lights up at your touch, he swoons at any morsel of flirting you feed him. His whole expression is just puppy-dog awe, practically saying: 'Oh, you want this! You want me!'
Even after the honeymoon, James is still amazed that he's your husband. If you end up taking his surname, and he'd see letters addressed to your new name, he'd just trace over the printed out letters. He might have the urge to kiss the paper, just to get a slight taste of his love. It looks so right on you, his surnameâ your surname. Sometimes he'd just think to himself, what did his name mean before you? What did his fingers do before they held you? How was he even alive before he got a taste of this love?
When he gets a teensy bit more secure that yes, you have accepted him, and that you two are forever, he's fully comfortable with everything. He never really shook off that schoolboy shyness until he married you. But the guy definitely has a breeding kink. He cums a lot anyway, but especially when he can fill you up with it. Something about seeing your skin, your spent cunt all leaky with his opaque, milk-tinted cum is so satisfying to him. Feeling raw flesh, all hot and wet and aching, being able to empty everything within you, see your tummy bulge with him, it drives him crazy.
Following that note, he'd have this weirdo fetish (that isn't actually weird at all) of cumming on your wedding ring. He'd lay his hard cock on your slit, gathering your slick and his precum until he hits that sweet spot of delicious friction. He'd interlace his hand with yours, because he can't breathe without you. He'd paint your abdomen and wedding ring in those hot ropes of cum, saturating the sparkling stones in the wedding band until it doesn't shimmer with those glittery rainbows anymore. But don't worry, he'll clean it for you afterwards. And then do it again.
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HIII! I have a request if you have time, but after seeing what you did for Larsy Poo I need, - in fact, I am on my hands and knees for head cannons for James Het PLEASE đ§đťââď¸
Thank you đ MWAH
Hey lovely!!! sorry it took a whole while, I'm finally back home and school and work are biting my ass. but, here it is!!! hope you enjoy! @buzzbuzzbowie also asked for this, thank you both! <3



Okay, so if weâre talking about 80s James, (like â81-â87), heâs definitely submissive asf!! heâs just⌠just⌠he was so shy and pretty LIKE SHUT UP SFKFSKSFSKJS. (he still is)
He def has mommy issues. So, he craves validation and care. Especially in the beginning, heâs still young and just into fame, could learn a thing or two. Once he gets older, more masculine, angrier and his voice deeper and deeper. He still has that need, itâs an itch no one can really scratch but you.
He was sexually inexperienced, (due to his familyâs religions he had to leave health class and all that stuff). so just IMAGINE teaching young Jamie some things!!!! oml iâm melting!!!!!Â
âAm I doing okay?â James pants from in between your thighs. Heâs looking up at you through his bangs that are sticking to his sweaty forehead. His blue eyes twinkling with eagerness and lust.
âYouâre doing great, baby.â You reassure him as you caress his hair lovingly.Â
âHmm, you taste so good.â He moans into your pussy and continues fucking you with his tongue.
Loves it when thereâs a emotional connection, normally heâd fuck the shit out of girls/groupies without thinking twice. But, he loves it when heâs taken care of.
Loves the aftercare as well!! Cuddling or showering together, loves it when you wash his hair!
praising kink, mommy kink????? i dunno. I just know his whimpers and begging would be so pretty <3.Â
Would get jealous pretty fast, he wants all of your attention on HIM.Â
Heâs also pretty protective of you, even as friends. Like, just imagine you and the bar hanging out at a bar, early Metallica days, and some guys are bothering you. This man would be prepared to throw hands. (just like he did for Larz, cuz he has a big mouth).
He has a big nose, so you can sit on it. (no headcanon tho, itâs the truth.)
He would call you all needy from his hotel room. (I see black album!James in my head). And i mean you know heâs fucking groupies, you know he is. but, heâs never satisfied, you got your fucking claws in him.
âCome on, pick upâŚâ James mutters into the phone, heâs horny and desperate, only wanting to hear your voice.
âHello?â Your tired voice rings through his ear.
âH-hey, sweetheart.â James stammers. âHow are you? i miss you. Did I wake you?â he rushes through his words not wanting to be rude, but he is just so horny.
âhm, Iâm good, baby.â you yawn. âYou did wake me, but thatâs okay.âÂ
He stays silent for a bit, heâs slowly stroking himself. Just your voice is enough to make him crazy. You can hear some hitched breaths through the phone and decide to play with him a little.
âWhat are you doing, baby?âÂ
âN-nothing, Iâm just tired.â he quickens his pace, knowing what youâre doing.
âDo you miss me?â you ask, your hand wandering to your panties.
âFuck, yes. Of course, baby.âÂ
âI miss you too, your voice, your touchâŚâ You sigh. âyou inside of me.â
âOh, babyâŚâ James lets out a strangled moan. âI need to feel you wrapped around me, I canât take it.âÂ
James starts stroking his cock faster while you already have started playing with your clit.Â
âEvery night when I come off stage. I just think of you and I canâtâŚ.â James groans. âCanât take it⌠need you here.âÂ
âYou wanna know what I'd do?âÂ
âYeahâŚâ
âIâd ride you silly, until youâd see stars.â you moan.
âFuck, so i can look at your pretty tits?â James gets closer to cumming.
âThatâs right, darlinâ.âÂ
âAre you playing with yourself too?â He asks, his mind is driving him wild. He is so jealous of your fingers right now.Â
âMhm.â you hum.
âOh fuck, gonna cum, baby.âÂ
âCum with me, babe.â
Both of you would cum all over yourself and say loving words to each other before falling asleep <3.
Now, if weâre talking about current James. holy fucking shit. the dilfiest fucking dilf on this fucking earth.Â
His hands!!!! his fingers are super fucking skilled, this man can WORK them. stroking your hair, holding your hand, squeezing your thighs, making you suck his fingers while you look up at him innocently, lightly squeezing your throat with his other hand when you stop looking at him, finger-fucking you âtill you cry⌠I can go on.
James and his cigars>>>>>>
Just imagine you sitting on his thigh, needy and desperate. Heâs wearing some bootcut jeans that fit him perfectly. Youâre in some comfortable pj shorts and slowly rubbing yourself on the material of his jeans. Heâs really enjoying the view while smoking his cigar and puffing the smoke in your face.Â
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â He places his free hand on your hip, secretly guiding your grinding.Â
âNeed moreâŚâ You whimper. âPlease.âÂ
âHmm⌠I donât think so, baby.â he takes another drag and slowly blows the smoke in your face. âI think you can easily cum like this, canât you?âÂ
He grins and holds the cigar close to your mouth, making you take a drag. You slowly inhale while maintaining eye-contact, James groans loudly and grips your hip tighter. You blow the smoke back into his face and try to kiss him.Â
He gladly accepts the kiss and you can taste the cigar on his lips. You start grinding faster and moan into his mouth. James keeps guiding you and smirks up at your needy state.Â
âGonna cum all over my jeans, princess?â
Heâd spoil you like crazy. You donât want much, just him. but, he still takes care of you in every single way he can.Â
 Feel like he might have a breeding kink, daddy kink and all that. He just wants to fill you all up and claim you. Mark you, show the world and everyone in it you are his. <3
 Imagine car rides with James???? Iâd sell my left tit for that. (maybe not). Just a chill ride in one of his muscle cars, or his truck, love me some of that. Some music on low volume, the weatherâs nice, the sun's about to set. Yes, just yes.Â
Or staying at his house for dinner??? I would fucking love to chill in his backyard and heâs working over at the bbq. I just know this man can cook up a mean steak.Â
Damn, now Iâm hungry for James AND his cooking.Â
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Meeting + Dating James Hetfield

(Iâve never actually written for a real person.. huh? Also, guess whoâs back! Yeah I feel so much better after that break and plan to start writing again. Just on my own time of course đŠˇ)
- In 1981, You were fresh out of college and decided âHey, Iâm an adult now. I could move away and start a new life!â And so, you did!
- you got a stable little job as a waitress, lived in an apartment and began to build yourself up from nothing.
- it wasnât until 1984 that you met James, and oh boy was it the best year of his life
- You had heard about some new metal band performing at one of the local bars and since you didnât have anything planned that night, you decided to go. I mean itâs one concert! Itâs not like itâs gonna change your life.. right?
- The show started around 7:00 and ended at 10:30. For those 3 hours and 30 minutes, James could not help but glance at you in the crowd, and the fact the light made you look like an Angel sent from above didnât help either. God, he was in love.
- After the show the usual happened; Fans came to ask for pictures, autographs and the whole nine yards. Originally he thought you had left, so imagine the shock that went through him when you bought a band shirt and asked him to sign it.
- He could feel the eyes of his bandmates as he signed your shirt and brought up a conversation with the usual starter. âWhatâs a pretty/handsome little thing like you doing in a place like this?â
- He had to whack Lars and Kirk on the back of the head once they got backstage because he wouldnât stop making kissing motions with their hands
- You found him sweet. The way his lips practically disappeared when he smiled, the touch of interest in his eyes when you asked how long he had been performing.
- He was truly a breath of fresh air. He was polite unlike the frat boys you were used to and god the look on those eyes made you feel like the only person in that room.
- The offer of a few drinks was something you could not resist. He was sexy, good with his fingers, offering to pay for your drinks and was willing to spend time with you after rocking the hell out? How could you say no?
- The whole night was a blur of dancing, giggles and a hole lotta bitter tasting booze. You hadnât had this much fun since college!
- The next morning you woke up with an extremely painful hangover, curled in the blankets that were left in the tourbus.. with passed out James Hetfield beside you with a mess of curls.
- He was embarrassed. The poor guy had planned to ask you out the night before and had wanted to take you on a decently romantic date. Change of plans I suppose?
- Needless to say, he took you to get some McDonaldâs fries to ease your hangover hunger and the two of you seemed to bond.
- After a day on the town, he brought you back to the stadium since the band had another week of shows in your town and of course, offered to take you on a proper date.
- James is a very social person, the type of boy who could make friends with a corpse. So if you two do date expect to know/ be introduced to a lot of the people he knows.
- Heâs very loving. His main display of affection is touch.
- definitely the type of guy to put you in a headlock and smother you with kisses.
- Get ready to be at a lot of concerts and backstage, itâs like a whole new world.
- helping him write lyrics
- hanging out with him and the band! You get along with everyone and itâs mostly a fit of giggles between you and Kirk.
- Heâs an ominous jealous type. Heâll just quietly watch from the distance as a guy openly flirts with you, glaring daggers into his head.
- Loves to slow dance with you. Itâs a great way to just destress from the famous lifestyle.
- He does plan on marrying you. He just canât exactly afford it at the start of the Metallica gig.
- sneaking away at parties to kiss or just be wholesome
- having matching necklaces that little girls would usually wear (like the ones you see at Claireâs with the hearts or unicorns.. he doesnât give a shit.)
- wearing his band shirts
- if you're going out at night with your friends, best believe you're being sprayed with his cologne. The last thing he needs is a man flirting with you when heâs not there.
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KINKTOBER 2023!!

i wont be doing full 30 days and i will be starting on the seventh, i have a list of who and what âŹď¸ but may end up posting more. Also feel free to ask for a person + kink and i will post for it IF i have time or switch one.
idea credit: (not doing all obvi but i chose from it, not sure where this person post bc i saw a repost but yeah creds to them)

and now finally....

10.7: (langire, body worship) KIRK HAMMETT (1/3)

includes: fem body worship, love, sex with feelings, creampies, multiple orgasms, praise and degration.
10. 11: (face sitting) IZZY STRADLIN (1/2)

includes: face sitting, no touch orgasm, Multiple orgasms, cum eating, possibly more...
10. 14: (loss of virginity) IZZY STRADLIN

includes: reader!virginity loss, gental sex, tad bit of blood.
10.17: (rough/sadistic sex) KIRK HAMMETT

includes: crying, slight biteing, overstim, male dom, spanking, choking, spiting, edging, teasing, possibly more.....
10.21: (size kink) JAMES HETFEILD

includes: size difference kink, rough, bj, face fucking, creampie after creampie, squirting
10. 31: (horror,size dif) KIRK HAMMETT:

includes: sorta horror themed, vampy kirk, mega biteing kink, size diff kink, possibly more...

so i may not be posting these 100% on time bc i just got really fucking sick and idk if i'll be able to wright while i feel like this. I am getting meds sent to my house tonight hopefully that works and i can write.
!!IGNORE SPELLING MISTAKES TO SICK TO EDIT!!
#kirk hammett#kinktober#smut#oneshots#kirk hammett smut#izzy stradlin#izzy stradlin smut#james hetfield#james hetfeild smut#metallica#gnr
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KIRK HAMMETT
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Š rockmetalbabe ⢠PROHIBIDA la traducción, copia o publicación (incluso con crÊditos) de mis trabajos.
#metallica#metal#kirk hammett#james hetfield#lars ulrich#cliff burton#jason newsted#robert trujillo#rock#classic rock#oneshot#oneshots#imagine#imagines#scenario#scenarios#metallica imagines#metallica imagine#metallica oneshot#metallica oneshots#metallica scenarios#metallica scenario
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Please someone take away my internet privileges bc I have been FOCUSED on a post that said James "gives off werewolf vibes" and I am READY to write some shit for it
#i will write it for spooky season#i already have a oneshot series for james on ao3 so-#james hetfield#james hetfield x reader#problem as i type this#idk how to write monster fer fics#...#ill figure it out
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So, apparently my crush on James reached the stage when just reading stories isnât enough, I have to start requesting them)))
Black album James x ballerina reader (pretty please smut), where heâs just obsessed with their size difference and the fact that sheâs very flexible? Like she pretty much drowns in his shirts, her hands are fragile compared to his, etc? one day, he comes to hotel after sound check and sees her doing her stretches in his shirt and her pointe shoes and thatâs too much for him? He just has to make love to her? Maybe he is making references to Beaty and the beast ballet? Like James, the beast (metal band, rough guy, always grumpy) finally captured his beauty and will not let her go?
Thank you))
I hope you like it!â¤
Warnings: Explicit Content,Adult Themes, Sexual Content light Possessiveness, Physical Intimacy
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In the Arms of the Beast
I didnât hear the door openâI was too lost in my stretches, the slow pull of muscles and the grounding rhythm of my breath keeping me focused. The air in the hotel room was still, save for the faint rustle of fabric as I moved. Jamesâs shirt, massive on me, slipped over one shoulder as I bent forward, palms flat against the floor.
The shirt smelled like himâleather, a touch of smoke, and something warm I could never quite name. It made me feel wrapped in him, even when he wasnât here.
I was midway through a stretch, my legs extended in a perfect split, when a familiar growl broke the silence.
âYou trying to kill me, darlinâ?â
I jerked upright, my heart skipping a beat. Turning my head, I found him standing there, his broad frame nearly filling the doorway. His boots were still on, his hair slightly mussed from the dayâs soundcheck, and his eyes⌠Oh, God, his eyes. They were locked on me like a predator that had found its prey.
âI didnât hear you come in,â I said, my voice softer than I meant it to be.
âDidnât mean to interrupt.â He didnât move, just stood there, drinking me in. His gaze traveled slowly, lingering on my legs, then the shirt that barely reached the tops of my thighs. His expression darkened, his lips curling into a crooked grin that sent a shiver down my spine. âHell of a sight to walk into.â
Heat flooded my face, and I tried to play it off, standing and brushing down the oversized shirt. âI was just stretching.â
âStretching,â he repeated, his voice low and rough, like gravel under heavy boots. He finally moved, stepping closer, and my pulse quickened. âYou look like youâre dancing for me.â
I laughed nervously, though his intensity made it hard to breathe. âItâs not like that.â
But he was already closing the distance, his big hands finding my waist. His palms were rough against my skin, but his touch was gentle, reverent even. âYouâre drowning in this shirt,â he murmured, his thumbs brushing over the fabric. âLook at you. So damn tiny.â
My hands instinctively rested on his forearms, the contrast between us impossible to ignore. His arms were solid, his muscles thick and corded under my fingers. Next to his, my hands looked fragile, almost doll-like. He noticed it too, his gaze dropping to where I touched him, a quiet groan escaping his lips.
âYouâre beautiful,â he said, his voice soft but loaded with something raw. âLike somethinâ out of a story. Beauty and the Beast.â
I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could, his hand slid up, tilting my chin so I was looking right into those piercing eyes. The next thing I knew, his lips were on mine, warm and commanding. The kiss stole my breath, every bit of him consuming me in the best way.
His hands moved, gripping my hips as he pulled me against him. âMine,â he growled against my lips. The word sent a thrill down my spine. âYouâre mine, and Iâm not letting you go.â
My heart pounded as I clung to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bed like I weighed nothing at all. His shirt rode up as he laid me down, exposing my bare legs and the ribbons of my pointe shoes.
He paused, hovering over me, his eyes dark with hunger. âYou drive me crazy, you know that?â
âJamesâŚâ I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and desire.
His hands were everywhereâexploring, testing. He bent my leg, his touch slow and deliberate, as though marveling at my flexibility. His grin turned wicked as I arched beneath him, a soft gasp slipping from my lips.
âShh, darlinâ,â he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to my neck. His teeth grazed my skin, sending a jolt of heat through me, and then his tongue followed, soothing the spot. âLet me take care of you.â
Jamesâs hands slid under the oversized shirt I wore, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His eyes darkened as he glanced up at me, a low growl escaping his throat.
âFuck, baby, you look so good in this shirt. But itâs in the way,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire. âI need to see you.â
I didnât need to be told twice. I lifted my arms as he tugged the shirt up and over my head, throwing it to the side without a second thought. I was left exposed before him, my skin flushed and my breath shallow as he took in the sight of me, his gaze almost possessive.
âYouâre so damn beautiful,â he muttered, his voice rough as his hands traced down my arms, over my shoulders, and to the curve of my waist. His touch was like fire, leaving me aching for more.
His lips trailed along my neck, his breath hot against my skin, before moving lower, over my collarbone. As his hands gently cupped my breasts, I gasped at the feeling of his thumbs brushing over my nipples, hardening at his touch.
âYouâre perfect,â he murmured, his mouth descending further, kissing along the top of my chest before moving to one nipple. He flicked his tongue over the hardened peak, sending a shiver through me.
I arched into him, my hands tangling in his hair as he lavished attention on me, his beard brushing against my skin in a way that made my entire body hum with pleasure. The sensation was both tender and intense, and I couldn't help but moan softly, feeling my body come alive under his touch.
But it was the way his hands moved, the way his fingers lightly traced the curve of my hips, that drove me wild. The gentleness with which he treated me, as though I were something precious, only added to the fire building inside.
"Please," I whispered, my voice trembling. It was a plea, though I didnât know for what exactly, only that I needed him to make me feel.
With a soft chuckle, he pulled away for a moment, eyes dark with desire. "Youâre so eager, darlinâ. Iâm not going anywhere. Just need to take my time with you."
His words, those quiet promises of patience, set my heart racing. Slowly, he lowered his body, kissing his way down my chest, over my stomach, and further still, until he hovered between my legs.
His eyes locked with mine, filled with a heat that made my breath catch. "Let me taste you, baby," he whispered, his voice hushed, reverent.
The words, the way he said them, stirred something deep within me. I parted my legs slightly, giving him the space he needed, feeling my pulse quicken with every inch closer he came.
 Suddenly, he lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the cool wall, enveloping me with his warmth. I felt my heart beating faster, his strong frame looming over me in a possessive yet gentle way. The heat of his body radiated against mine, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine.
"Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending a thrill through me. "I couldnât resist. Youâre just too tempting right now."
âMaybe I wanted you to,â I whispered back, feeling bold, excitement dancing in my chest.
Before I could respond further, he leaned in, capturing my mouth with his. His kiss was electrifyingâhunger mixed with tendernessâas he poured his desires into the moment. I melted into him, my hands instinctively sliding into his hair, gripping the soft strands as he began to explore.
He broke the kiss to trail his lips along my jawline and down to my neck, where he lingered, his breath hot against my skin. I gasped, tilting my head back, giving him better access. âGod, you taste so good,â he breathed against my collarbone.
âThen donât stop,â I urged, shivering at his words.
As if sensing my need, he slowly sank to his knees in front of me, his eyes smoldering with intensity. I felt vulnerable yet safe under his gaze, my body aching for him.
âPlease, James,â I begged softly, my voice barely above a whisper, my fingers curling tighter in his hair, a mixture of desperation and exhilaration coursing through me.
With a smirk, he leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against my core. âJust relax, sweetheart. Iâve got you,â he said, his tone both commanding and soothing. And then he buried his face between my thighs.
The sensation was overwhelmingâhis tongue skillfully teasing me as he explored every inch of my softness. I gasped, the pleasure sending jolts of electricity coursing through me. I couldnât help but rock my hips closer, urging him on, craving every pleasurable flick.
âJames,â I moaned, the sound of his name spilling from my lips like a sweet invitation. His smirk against me made my heart race even faster.
âFeel good, baby?â he murmured, pausing briefly. The wicked look in his eyes only fueled my desire.
âMore than you can imagine,â I breathed, arching my back, desperate for more. âDonât stop, pleaseâŚâ
As he continued, I felt myself teetering on the edge, every flick of his tongue driving me closer. âYouâre so good at this,â I panted, lost in the moment. âYou know how much I crave this.â
âOnly the best for you,â he replied between teasing kisses, his voice low and sultry. He paused and gave me a look filled with heat. âYou deserve to be spoiled, babe.â
With my hands gripping his hair tighter, I pulled him closer. âThen spoil me.â
He was relentless, his mouth devouring me in a way that sent shockwaves through my body. âYouâre delicious,â he said, a hint of possessiveness lacing his words. âI could stay here all night.â
âGod, James,â I gasped, feeling another wave of pleasure building inside me. âIâmââ
He cut me off with a hard, swift move, pushing me over the edge, and I cried out in ecstasy. Colors exploded behind my eyelids as waves of bliss washed over me.
When I finally came down from my high, he stood, brushing his lips against mine with a possessive smirk. âYou okay?â he asked, concern mingling with the raw desire in his eyes.
âBetter than okay,â I whispered, feeling electric currents still dancing through my body. âNow I want you.â
His brow arched playfully, desires swirling like a tempest in his eyes. âYou think you can handle me?â he teased, leaning closer.
I smirked back, feeling daring. âIâve handled you before, havenât I?â
âTouchĂŠ,â he said with a chuckle, but his expression turned serious. âYou ready for this?â
âAlways,â I assured him, feeling a thrill of anticipation.
With a single motion, he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around him as he pressed me against the wall. I could feel him, hard and ready, throbbing against my core, and the intensity made my breath quicken. âYouâre so desperate for me, arenât you?â he said, his voice thick with need.
âOnly for you,â I breathed. âAlways for you.â
He grinned wickedly, his breath ghosting across my ear. âThen letâs see how much you can take.â With that, he sank into me in one smooth motion, and I gasped as he filled me completely.
âGod, yes,â I breathed, losing myself in the sensation. âYou feel incredible.â
âDamn right I do,â he growled, driving deeper. âAnd youâre mine.â
The rhythm of our bodies colliding filled the air, the sound a symphony of passion and urgency. âLook at me, Y/N,â he demanded, his eyes locked onto mine. I nodded, surrendering completely to him, my heart racing as I matched his intensity.
âTell me how good it feels,â he urged, his breath ragged.
âJames, it feelsâoh god, it feels amazing,â I moaned, my body arching against his. âYouâre everything Iâve ever wanted.â
âThat's right, baby. I want to hear you say it. I want you to remember how good I make you feel,â he said, his voice low and dark, sending shivers up my spine.
âJames, you make me feel so good,â I whimpered, desperate for him. âDonât stop. Just like that.â
With each thrust, he buried himself deeper, igniting flames of pleasure that threatened to consume me. The heat between us crackled, the world beyond us fading to nothing as we lost ourselves in each other.
âCâmon, babe. Let it go for me,â he urged, his voice a gravelly whisper as he picked up the pace, the need pushing both of us toward the brink.
âJames, Iâm so close,â I gasped, urgency flooding my voice.
âThen let go for me,â he commanded, thrusting harder, each movement focused solely on driving me to that sweet release. I could feel myself slipping, my breath hitching.
With one final deep thrust, I came undone, a wave of pleasure crashing over me, drawing out a desperate cry that echoed in the room. I felt him surge with me, his grip tightening as he lost himself inside me, his own moans harmonizing with mine.
In the aftermath, as our breaths mingled, he cradled my face in his hands, his touch gentle amidst the overwhelming intensity. âYouâre incredible,â he whispered, his eyes softening as they bore into mine.
I smiled, relishing the aftermath of our passion. âSo are you,â I replied, my fingers trailing along his jaw. âYou always know how to make me feel amazing.â
He chuckled softly, brushing his thumb across my cheek. âAnd Iâll keep making you feel that way, because you deserve it.â
With a warmth filling my chest, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his once more, feeling grateful for this moment and the man who held me so tenderly yet fiercely. In Jamesâ arms, I knew I had found something extraordinary.
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guys help
i keep reading (insert character i simp for) x afab reader smuts knowing damn well iâm amab but like i canât find any
if anyone has like
james hetfield x amab reader (doesnât even have to be smut idc) (or other characters that illl list in tags) oneshots on here plz send me them i require
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Wildsun
Pairing: James Hetfield/Reader (circa 1997) Contains: Cowboy/Rancher James AU, stupid banter, mentions of a breakup, overall just James and reader self-sabotaging, slowburn-ish (i time skip a lot), sappy James at the climax and resolution of the fic, and smut (i had to stay on brand). Notes: FIRST AU HOW ARE WE FEELING. hopefully i didn't keep you guys hungry for cowboy James for too long. if this was enjoyable (it sparkled and pleased with the masses), please let me know you'd like more AUs for future sourbites posts <3 Word count: 7,716
The only thing that is ever guaranteed in life is change. The backbone of life: progression. You needed that. Desperately. No more did you revel in bustling city life or cheesy billboards at every glance. Or the fact that no one seemed to stick. Your world had quickly morphed into an unknown landscape where your heart no longer had the zeal to beat.
James Hetfield had recently rescued a thoroughbred racing horse whose career was cut short. He had an accident, leaving him unable to race again. His original owners were going to euthanise him. Instead, they sold him to James. The horse, originally named something stupid like Mustang Haze, wasn't strong enough to be transported back and forth to the nearest place that was qualified to care for horses. Which also happened to be where you were employed. You, needing a change, and James, needing a professional to handle Blue (his James-given name), seemed to come to an agreement.
It's all so new and exciting. The sun's premature sunbeams scatter on the horizon, the mountains scraping the light around until it looks washed out. The fields are wide and openâ the wind is screeching in your ears, amplified by the trees, prickling with its needled breeze at your spine. It's so flat; there's not much architecture to shield you from the wind or the sun. It's barely even daybreak. James wanted you here early for your first day. (You suspect he thinks you're some city-slicker, as the cowboys say.)
Just before the train ride to the ranch, you had researched him a little. Just to know who you're working with. He's a simple guy who keeps to himself, it seems. Unlike Blue, who's decorated in plaques and rosettes for his shows. It's a shame he won't be able to perform againâ though something within you is glad he's out of his jockey's hands because the facts tell you he wasn't being loved in his former life.
"Hi," You offer James a professional, friendly smile. "I'm here for Blue?" He's got massive shoulders. He's kneeling on the floor of the barn, you think either tying up or cutting the string keeping a haystack together. Wind rocks straight through you as you wait for him.
His acknowledgement comes in the form of a grunt. "Stables." James answers, monosyllabic, his well-muscled back facing you. Weren't cowboys supposed to be, like, charmers? Isn't that in all the Western movies? This guy's so rude. Foolishly, you stand there for a few moments, expecting something. Maybe he'd shake your hand, welcome you, introduce himself. Or at least point you in the direction of the stables. Nope. Nothing. As if you're not even there, he ignores you, going about his business.
Eventually, you just kind of... shuffle off.
Okay. Bad first impression. But maybe he had just woken up or something. Maybe he was in desperate need of a cup of coffee.
The ranch seems to stretch on for years. Total neverending, ancient-looking land. Like a set for some 60's folk horror movie. The spindly trees are lonely, naked without their greenery. Spring is hesitant to arrive here. The fields were boundless and near-empty. As you navigated around, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being watchedâ but maybe you've got jet lag or something. (If that even happens on trains.)
The stables inside were quiet. Thick with the smell of leather and hay, tickling down your throat. Blue is in his stable, visibly guarded off, his ears turned back. He's mostly brown, with a cute marking on his head that looks like a milk spill going down his forehead. In a way, you and him are alike: in this new place, hoping it'll heal your wounds. For a moment or two, you just observe each other, exchanging an animalistic intimacy.
Hm. There are a couple of scrapes and blotches of lost fur starting from his neck and going down. You know well enough not to go prodding with a strong, skittish horse in a new environment. You purse your lips, thoughtful about what can be done immediately.
The easy, soft thud of footsteps comes from behind you. "He's in a bad way," You turn your neck, sympathy gleaming in your eyes, glancing at James from over his shoulder. He's cutting up an apple with a knife. You cringe each time the blade meets the pad of his thumb, but it doesn't end up slicing him.
"He's tough. He'll make it." James doesn't even spare you a glance. His voice is so low, so certain. Taking the chance while you have it, you turn properly to face him, studying him. He seems more feral than his animals at this moment.
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It turns out that the wounded, anxious horse wasn't the tough nut to crack at the ranchâ but its owner.
In the bleakness of April, when everything seems to be keen on swallowing grief, Blue appears to be born again. He's got quite the personality.
The gravel crunches under your boots (you had to swap out loafers pretty quickly on a ranch, you had realised) as you near the stables. James, the early riser that he is, is already there, going about his duties. He hasn't noticed you yet. This means you get to watch him, study him, coloured fascinated. He seems to have an affinity for strays. He'll pick up any pellets of feed that fell from the cup and put them back in, appearing to pluck the exact runaway pellet each time. He'll give Blue two sugar cubes just because he can.
"I can do that," You offer, watching James get a good grip on the horse brush handle. He barely lets you do anything. You're beginning to wonder if he thinks of you as incompetent. He gives you a blue-eyed look of surprise. Wordlessly, he surrenders the brush to you as you step forward to claim it like a trophy.
You smooth a palm over the side of Blue's neck. "Hi, buddy," You speak softly, gliding the brush through his coat. His ears twitch, tilting forward.
Blue isn't the only one observing you. "He doesn't like when you brush like that."
Initially, you want to argue with James. Animals have ways of showing discomfort, don't they? Blue's fine. But then your whole body does that flaring with embarrassment thing, realising he was judging you so intensely. Sighing, you look to him, "How would you do it?" You ask. You extend the brush to him. Show me, then.
And fuck. His skin is so hot in that brief morsel of a second where his big hand swipes against your own. For someone so rugged, he's so tender with how he interacts with the world. Then it's an awkward stare-off where the hair at the back of your neck stands up.
True to his word, James schools you like a pro. One broad hand scratches at Blue's coat in a downward motion, and then the brush follows. You've worked with animals long enough to know when to push and when to leave it be. But after two, three beats of silence, you square your shoulders and clear your throat.
"So..." You begin, stomach immediately twisting in knots at your impulsive decision to be chatty. You're not sure what you expect from him. This distance between the both of you is heavier than the awkward silence that hangs in the air like a noose, swinging around and around no matter how hard you try to catch it and unwind it. "You, uh... going to do anything with Blue once he's better?"
James pauses. Glances at you. You can't read himâ he looks at you like you spoke in a foreign language. Sheepish, you smile, seeking and searching to understand him. To make your job go down easier. Sure, the city was awful, but at least you had human interaction then. Even if it was just ordering coffee or getting hollered at by a motorist when you jaywalked. But here? You're going crazy. Not in the cute I love Jeff Buckley crazy, but the drawing on walls and singing nursery rhymes to myself crazy.
One low, rumbling hum comes deep from within James' chest. "Nah." He decides coolly. "Jus' gonna let him be. Let him live. He's done enough in his life." He adds, brushing Blue, looking at him with so much respectâ so much regard. You'd kill to be viewed by James like that.
Contrastingly, something within this moment unfurls. Noiselessly so, creeping up upon the both of you. Your hands swipe up the horse's coat, doing it for the love of it, soft fur scraping against your skin. You mull over what James said. He won't put Blue to work. He'll give him a noble life, just being fed and caressed and free. That's not very entrepreneurial of him. However, something within you likes that. He didn't see this broken-down, injured horse as a business opportunityâ but a life. To be respected and cherished as life should be.
There's no real need to ruminate, but you do regardless. When your district manager sent out a mass e-mail detailing this job, you didn't accept it solely because an animal was in need. Guilt gnaws at the marrow of your very bones. You saw it as an opportunity. When you had given your yes, you had imagined yourself as some outlaw, freed from the weight of your life's missteps, wind in your hair, the whole nine yards. That maybe... wasn't the noblest of your decisions. But James? He had visited Blue multiple times. Invested time, and money, and love and fuel (yes, that's important. Have you seen fuel prices?) into him. And not because Blue had a use for him, a benefit. James didn't need any more incentive other than he was needed. So he answered.
Stupid, girlish embarrassment writhes within you once you realise you haven't exactly replied to James. You flick your eyes over to him, wide with what could only regally be described as mortification, already rolling around generic responses in your arsenal. But James... doesn't even care. He's contented with the silence, which honestly makes sense now that you think about it. He does have a weird tendency to lean towards solitude.
You genuinely try not to think about him too much. You're just so hyperaware of him. Aware of every soft sigh, of how he shifts his weight on his long legs, of how some metal will clink if he moves too much: his belt buckle, his ring against his necklace if he adjusts his collar. Your heart is racingâ why is it racing? You're just... petting a horse. You're not a gazelle being hunted for sport. Why can you feel every pulse of your heart, rattling the bones of your ribcage?
Maybe you're just psychic. James slides the brush into your hands, his burning hot palm on the back of your hand, guiding you, moulding your dexterity to be sufficient for his impossible standard. He smells like leather, obviously, but also some hazy, nostalgic molasses-sweetness. Citrusy, you realise. He smells like a fucking elixir. You can physically feel every single atom of his against yours. He holds your hand (and the brush by proxy, but who cares about that) with so much skill, and yet you get this taste in your mouth that tells you he's withholding himself. His fingers flex around the sides of your hand hesitantly, the fingertip of his pinky finger unintentionally - or maybe intentionally. You pray it's intentional - sweeping down the base of your hand, hooked under the side of your outer wrist. You shudder. In your head, you blame it on the cold wind. But that excuse won't be around for much longer when May comes bumbling in like an idiot.
He mystifies you, just standing there behind you.
"You're good with animals." The words tumble from your mouth before you can stop them. You're pinned between Blue and James. Each heavy thump, thump-thump, thump of your heart drums within your ears between every syllable you speak. You don't really expect a reply from him. Monosyllabic as he is, you thought you'd get a low-effort, Mhm, and nothing more.
"I find 'em easier than people." James lets his hand uncurl from your own. Palm flat against your forearm, where it drags up until the inside of your elbow, then he cruelly withdraws all that safe body heat from you. "Most days." He adds with a smoky chuckle, the vibration within his chest smothering against your back.
He's reeled you in perfectly. Sucker. "I'm listening, James."
He seems pleased by your words because he leans in to pat Blue's flank, giving you a nice view of his juicy forearm, tanned from working outside all the time, his sleeves rolled up an inch or so before his elbows. "There's no judgin'. No hate, war, violence. Anything they do is to live and persevere. S' noble, don'cha think?"
Your smile slanted into a thoughtful frown. There's more to James than expected. Maybe you're overthinking it; maybe you want to be close to him because you know he's the only human connection you've had in three weeks and, by the looks of it, for a few months more. Humans are social creatures, after all. You just want to know him, understand him. He wants to be understoodâ doesn't he? Or is that you projecting? Point is, you were too critical of the poor guy. He speaks with so much clarity, yet so absent of vehemence or frustration. Like he's just accepted it all.
"You're wrong." You murmur, unsure if these are the right words. Unsure if they're your words or someone else's, like a book character or a politician. They can be borrowed words, then. "About people, I mean," You add quickly, not wanting to slander any cute puppy or silly little chipmunk. "Hate and war comes from humanity, not humans. And animals are violent, too, with their prey or to assert dominance." The brush against Blue's coat pauses for a moment. "Humans are just as capable of love and art as they are of some nuclear blast. Good and bad in everything, y'know?" You end awkwardly, trying not to come off as too philosophical. You're a hired hand on a ranch, not Socrates.
All the warmth you've ever known is filtered away from you as James withdraws, not without a parting pat to Blue. "Yeah," He wipes his hands on his jeans, "maybe you're onto something, huh?"
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"I'm fineâ stop fussin' over it." James gruffs out, steering your hand away from his own. You grumble, exasperated. The stupid idiot basically punctured his finger with a nail. Summer thunderstorms are kicking up, which means the inevitable weather wreaks hell on manmade structures outside. James was repairing a broken fence when it happened. He didn't even tell you he was hurt; he just soldiered on as usual. You only managed to notice he was hurt because you've recently been, uhm, attentive to his hands, one could say.
You try again, reaching for his hand. He flexes it, hesitant, but somehow doesn't recoil from your touch just yet. "S' fine. Wasn't rusted, so I don't have tetanus or anything. Leave it." He urges again. Through your eyelashes, you glare at him warningly.
"You don't get tetanus from rust, James. Try literally anything else. Like dirt." You deadpan. You've learnt that James listens most when you're blunt and honest. Though he's smart enough to decipher any flowery language, he doesn't prefer it most days. You wonder if he'd be any good at writing those sappy birthday cards people throw in a scrapbook.
His brows raise, those mesmerising blue eyes gleaming as he smiles. "Seriously?"
You wonder how he managed to get by alone for so long. He's no sage, that's for sure. Maybe a nomad? You know he moved a lot when he was younger. And besides, his accent is a funny amalgamation of valley girl meets brooding cowboy. By the threshold of his doorway, on the welcome mat, he looks as golden as ever. The sun dips low into the horizon, reaching out by the sunbeams to caress and lave all over James' complexion. You cannot bite back the smile that infects you. James already forgets about the pulsing cuts on the back of his knuckles.
To humour you, James walks through the entryway and into his kitchen, sitting comfortably up on the countertop. He points you in the direction of the first-aid kit (you're surprised he knew where it even was, considering he likes to walk any injury off or some stupid thing like that), watching you with some unfamiliar yet welcome glimmer in his eyes. It is sturdy, unwavering as he observes you like some long-lost friend, with the same heat of a lover and the same affliction of a betrayer. He studies you like poetry. Unsure how he feels while trying to assign a meaning to you. Interpret you. While furiously dissecting you piece by piece. But you can't prosecute him for his curiosityâ you do the same to him.
"I can't believe you managed to whack yourself with a nail like that." You laugh, preoccupied with rolling gauze around the base of his finger and the side of his hand. James' legs are between you, brushing against your side ever so slightly. The slight touches of your skin on his births brief bursts of electric contact. There are tiny little flecks of blood staining where the gauze settles onto James. You watch in real-time as his cheeks colour red, his lips pursing nervously. You didn't realise he was squeamish.
"I know," He agrees. It almost sounds like a thank you in that masculine, velvety timbre that you've grown to recognise (and revel in).
Once you give him a once-over, ensuring he'll live, you step away, satisfied with your work. "All done, Cowboy." You call him, decided in a fraction of a second. Impulsivity seems to suit youâ because James is more than pleased with your nickname, giving you the best performance of schoolboy shyness on a man's face and build. He throws in a little aw, shucks, scraping his uninjured hand over the stubble along his mandible, palm eventually falling down into his lap.
James watches you for a moment, wetting his lips with his tongue. There's a hesitant gleam in those blue eyes of his, reaching out and staring at you. After living alongside him for a few months, you can tell when his nerves are needling around in his guts. He clears his throat, looking at his hands in his lap for a secondâ gathering his bearings. You watch him, amused and admittedly a little curious. "Thanks. For, uh, for being here. You're actually a good help."
You raise your brows, smiling. Your open palms press into his hands gingerlyâ because they're resting on his lap, and he's been messing with them all day, and they're right there. The perfect place for you to rest your hands. His skin is so warm; it climbs up your arms in steady, tingling bursts. A deep, low sigh drains from James, his shoulders un-tensing. He squeezes your hands back, revelling in how it feels to be touched like this. He hasn't had it in a whileâ touching someone, feeling the tender stumble of girl's hands along his skin. His heart lurches and writhes within his chest.
A warm, steady palm cups the swell of your cheek. Your entire nervous system implodes with all those good, buttery and fluttery feelings. Maybe there is a God aboveâ because things don't just feel like heaven if you haven't had a taste of it yet. The easy, subtle throb of hot skin against your cheek lures you in. You look up at James, peering at him through your eyelashes. You want to peel that armour of his, strip him to the bone until you can see all those wires that make him tick.
He slowly eases off the countertop, and he's still infuriatingly tall. The other hand (the one not cupping your cheek) coasts down the length of your arm. You could sit with this feeling for hours. You're scooped in his arms and herded into his steady chest. In a matter of seconds, you have fallen terribly in favour of how all that spiked loneliness drips from your organs like tar, falling asleep the moment your ear rests over his beating heart in his chest. You flatten your hands against him, just under his ribcage. You reach out to each other wordlessly.
His breath is hot against your skin, you want to close your eyes and bask in it like it is your own sun. James' hands on you ease you into him until you're standing chest-to-chest. He dips down low, the tip of his nose gliding against your own for a second. Then, you barely tilt your head up, your lips catching his. You lay your mouth onto his in a burst of impulsivity, and yet, ironically, it was always going to end up this way. You squeeze his tricep, urging him to react. He hums lowly, like an engine purring, vibrating against your frame. He inches closer, his stubbly facial hair rasping across your skin, sinking into you: a steady anchor within a tempestuous ocean. It's one of those kisses that should be framed for the work of art that it is because you can taste his soul through this sugar-lipped kiss, and it tastes like red. Palms outward on his Herculean-chiseled body, you're in his teeth, and he's kissing you with a mouth that tastes like everything you've searched forâ looking for it at the bottom of a bottle, in the pages of a book, in the eyes of everyone you've ever been hungry enough to gaze upon. It's all him, and he's right here, holding the side of your face in his hand as if he had never let it go. It puts everything into perspective for you; every single puzzle piece falls into place, every riddle solved, because the two of you have spent an entirety of four months alone, but together. He's here and he wants this. His atoms tell you so.
"Wow," You're stupefied, head fogged with the smell and the heat of him. "That's one way to thank me."
James chuckles, his mouth brushing against your temple, unwilling to truly part so soon. You've never seen him - or any man, really - wear happiness this way before. "Easy, Darlin', don't swoon too hard."
Your fists curl around the collar of his shirt, your back arching felinely as you tiptoe up to reach him since he's not helping you by swooping down like last time. Last time, your heart trembles. Last time, when you kissed him. "Don't backtrack now, Cowboy."
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Late August bites you by the wrists, the sun saturates the earth and refuses to let up. The familiar crunch of gravel under weight creeps up behind you.
"Hey," James rasps, wiping his hands on his jeans, trying to get that sticky, annoying palm sweat off his skin. "Can we talk?"
You pat the warm slate you're perched on, inviting him to sit. You get a morsel of a cool breeze as his weight shifts through the thick, densely heated atmosphere to accept your invitation. Things between you and James have been difficult lately. Not to be a chicken or coward or anything else that would elicit a bunch of nine-year-olds to hurl their meanest insult towards you, but you've been toying with the idea of leaving the ranch.
Two weeks ago, the both of you were playing poker. Or, James was playing poker, and you were emptying out your wallet with the flushed cheeks of a sore loser. You both got talking, just some innocent conversation about your lives before a few months back. To before you had met. "I want to know everything I can about you," James had said, shuffling the cards for the billionth time. "You've got your head screwed on, I'm surprised you came from the city. What were you there for?" He had grinned, pushing the wads of money over to his growing pile. Knowing James, he'd be a good sport and find a way to give you your money back. Save for five dollars or somethingâ just to teach you a lesson. You were giving him a lot of smack-talk in the beginning before he schooled you so hard you're still embarrassed.
"Work, mostly. And some guy I was seeing, but we split up." You dropped your measly hand (a two-pair) onto the table. "Oh yeah? You break up with him?" James eyed you carefully. You nodded: "Yeah, he was cheating on me with a colleague. That's why I'm genuinely grateful for the opportunity to work away from the city, clear my head. I was really lost, you know."
"M' sorry for what I said," James murmurs, taking a cautious glance at your expression.
"Wait, when did you end it with him?" He paused, leaning back in his seat. There were cards and cash scattered over the table. "March. A week before I arrived here." He had scoffed at that. You didn't like that noise. It stung you. "So that's why you're really here, not because you care about helping others. Because all of this - me - it's an escape to you."
"It's fine," You shift your melting limbs in your spot on the stone. Your tone doesn't quite match your words. The air is blurry and fiery, the day is plagued with a heat that gnaws away at your synapses.
"What? No, that's not it at all. It's just thatâ I don't know if I would've been brave enough to move if I didn't need a fresh start, that's what I was trying to say, that being here's a good thing for me." You had scrambled to salvage the evening, drenched in your own nerves. "Fresh start," James echoed in disbelief. "And what happens when you're bored of playing house? You're going to pack your bags and leave, aren't you?" You bristled at that, too. His voice was growing in intensity, and you felt he was patronising to you, trying to get you backed into a moral corner. "Did you expect Blue to need my help forever? It's a job, James, I came here to make him better, and yeah, I'll probably leave when he's good and healthyâ because it's my job."
James had shook his head. You'll never shake that look on his face. He looked so mad, and so hurt. You couldn't fathom how the evening had soured so quickly. You remembered, strangely, that you wanted to pull at his throat and hope he'd reshuffle those syllables into something kind. "Don't hold your breath, now. He's right as rain, so you can leave any time you'd like." James spoke, the final nails in your coffin. The wooden chair squeaked a cry against the floor as you stood up, erect and furious, and nursing an aching heart full of raw upset.
"No," James sighed, pushing a hand through his hair, the other holding onto his hat. "No, it's not. I shouldn't have questioned you like that. It wasn't my place, an' I'm real sorry, Darlin'." His voice is velvet-smooth, softly insisting, coaxing you to melt. You cross your arms, frowning, wuffing out a breath.
"I'm not that mad because you questioned me. I'm upset that you just flipped out on me." Your chest aches. With every deep inhale, your lungs hit this knotted-up cramp as they expand.
He rests a palm on your knee. "Look, I know I treated you awfully. I'm trying to apologise here, okay? Lemme make it up to you, I know you're not using me for an escape or distraction or whatever it was that I said."
Your guts are a mangled mess of guilt and hurt and shame, and it all conflicts and festers off each other, growing like steel and tar and acid all at once. You're not sure about it anymoreâ are you using James? You do like him, but he's not like anyone else you've ever known. You want these feelings to be real. As much as it hurts, you push his hand off your leg. You can't risk it. Hurting him. Or yourself, because you'll eventually leave the ranch, and probably sometime soon considering how well Blue is doing, and if your feelings are true, and you end up ripping yourself away from a man you have genuine feelings for, then you're an idiot. You feel like an idiot anywayâ for letting it all get this far. At the first spark when he touched your hand with his, at the first sign of butterflies in your stomach at his voice, you should've turned back and ran. Stupid, stupid, stupid. This is what you get for jumping the gun, thinking you're ready for such a huge change: people get hurt.
"Darlin', please," James speaks again, his expression crumbling. Fuck, how does he manage to look like a kicked puppy?
"I'll get back to work." You slide off the stone wall, shoes hitting the ground with a crunchy thud. You give him one glance before you walk away, maybe just to punish yourself, seeing that slow, skin-burning upset of James' pretty blue eyes and handsome face sink into your memory.
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The high-pitched squeak of your bags being zipped up holds more weight than a Judge's gavel. September slices everything loose. Just like a guitar string caught between scissors, forcefully exploding, flung at two separate ends.
"Here's the spare keys," You murmur to James, your eyes on the table where you lay them, metal clinking together in protest. James didn't think you were serious about leaving. It had been established since day one: you'd show up, help Blue, and leave. But he just... didn't think it was real. Letting you go would be so much easier if he hated you. He wishes you'd have been rude off the bat, he wishes you weren't so fucking perfect. Then he'd be glad to be rid of you. But he's not, and this hurts so much he cannot breathe. He doesn't want to hate spring and summer because it's too sweet, and it reminds him of you.
"Do you need anything?" James asks, trying to buy some timeâ delay the inevitable. You shake your head, throat blocked with an aching lump of everything you want to say.
He steps towards you cautiously. His hands are up as if he's approaching an animal, eyeing you for any sudden shift or bristle. "Hey," He coos, laying his palms flat on your shoulders, brushing his knuckles against your jaw. "Come have a drink with me. Even if it's just to make the train ride go down a little easier."
Whiskey-lipped, your blood burns with a buzz that puts all that ugliness to rest. James is the same, shuffling closer to you on his couch, touched with liquid courage. Your head is humming and it won't go.
You lay your head on his shoulder, watching the fireplace cast tall shadows, caricatures of the furniture and your silhouettes. "Whaddya say I give you a kiss goodbye?" James' hot mouth purrs into the shell of your ear, echoing and rattling around until you can't point his words out from your own blood thrumming around your head.
He sweeps your hair from your beginning to flush cheeks, tucking it behind your other ear as you pull away from him to sit upright. His mouth is warm and wetter than you expected. He is lovely even in this maddening heartache. His breath becomes yours, and yours becomes hisâ in your very own symbiotic relationship. He just wants you to stay. You can taste it on his lips, you can feel it in his touch. Stay, stay, with me, stay here. You want to go back to the golden-winded days where James would chase you with an alien-looking bug, and you squeal overdramatic profanities at him.
But today tastes like an epilogue, no matter how hard you try to gorge on the niceties of last season's harvest. So you break the kiss with a heavy heart, lay a kiss onto James' cheek and whisper the best, proper goodbye you're strong enough to wield. Which is just a measly I'll see you, because you're not brave enough to actually say goodbye. They feel too final.
He follows you all the way to the front door, after a few seconds where he was too surprised to do anything but watch your frame get smaller and smaller away from him. He doesn't like that sight. You hesitate to step out the front door and onto the welcome mat. You get that familiar fear like you've forgotten something. You hope you have. You hope you forgot your necklace in his life, just so you have the excuse to come back and get it. But it's around your neck.
It's a long, gruelling road out of the Garden of Eden.
James locks his arms around you, face shoved into your neck. "Don't go."
Any protest that cooks in your brain is spoiled the second you feel those fucking-hell-big hands on your hips, with his stubble on your neck, with his hot mouth smooshing pleas into your skin as if he thinks you can absorb them like a sponge. You twist in his arms, bags forgotten, and squeeze your arms together, sitting them on his broad shoulders. He pulls you from the welcome mat and back inside.
"M' such an idiot, pushing you away like that," He huffs out, kissing down the curve of your neck, unbuttoning your shirt. His fingers blur together with the speed at which he opens you up, skimming his glowing-hot palms over your exposed midriff.
"It's my fault too. I was such an idiot." You grab onto the collar of his shirt as he swoops down, mouthing at your pulse.
"No." James quickly protests, "You're not an idiot." He stresses this belief with a kiss on your chin. A great deal of heat falls on everything. Give me more, you seem to say, fisting at his shirt.
You're eased onto the floor, which isn't as cold as you anticipated (probably because you're lying on your shirt), near the fireplace. You don't need it to keep you warm from the sinister chill of the September evening because your body is warm enough. James put this heat within you, and now he must ease it.
"Tell me you'll stay," He pleads, kissing down your stomach, his hands eagerly unbuttoning your jeans. You nod, your appetite for him creating an ache of emptiness deep within you, buried beneath all that tissue and skin. You can't even point out where it achesâ it's just all over. A need so intense that you've made it corporeal, and it's demands are undeniable.
"Yes. Yes, I'll stay." You roll your hips up per his request, letting his hands strip your jeans from your legs. Humming, pleased with you, James tugs your bra down, flattening his tongue and licking across your nipple. You squirm, prompting him to nudge his knee between your legs, pinning you to the floor and forcing his bulge to smoosh against your wettening-in-real-time underwear.
He moans once he feels it: your wet cunt, drooling for his cock. "I don't deserve you." He mutters, in between sinking his teeth into your shoulder, groping handfuls of your soft, sweet thighs. It's taken you months to strip him down of all those façades, to unwind the temper and the aloofness to get a taste of the James you always knew was in there. And now you've had a taste of it? A slice of that Paradise? Yeah, you're not going anywhere.
He's got that knife-edged jaw and bewitching blue eyes, golden hair. You're not walking away from that. You slip a hand down onto his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, with a little less dexterity than he did yours. He unhooks your bra with one clean motion, so unlike anyone else, who would always fumble to get it undone. It's as if your bra undid itself. James kisses everywhere he can think of: your tits, nose, mouth, hair, collarbones, ribs. You cup his bulge.
"Baby," He manages against your pelvis (how'd he get there?), trying so hard to be good and gentle the way you deserve. "Are you sure? I've got a lotta making up t' do first..."
You bump your hips into his, "Please, James? Need you to show me I'm wanted here." You look up at him. For you, it's just a look. For James, it's two big, gleaming, pleading, baby-doll eyes that he'll never be able to shake from his memory, so pretty and sweet his cock hardens fully at just one glance that you spare for him. There's this underlying cadence to your voiceâ because it's not just about sex, but about feeling like you're welcome here, like you belong, like he wants you, and not just because you're chill with his horses. But you also do want him to fuck you until your brain melts.
"Oh, you're wanted, alright." He confirms, grinning at you. This moment feels like the solution to all hardships. When you lose people, either through death or outgrowing the other, or when you spill a drink you were really looking forward to enjoying, and you think, what's the point of all this? You have your answer in the here and now.
You make a soft, happy noise in the back of your throat, easing his opened shirt off his shoulders as his fingers twist into the waistband of your panties.
"There we go, you're so gorgeous." James rasps against your pelvis, tossing his shirt and your panties aside before subtly shifting his hips. You weave your hands into his short hair, wondering what it'd look like right now if it was long like he told you it was in his early twenties. Your fingers in his hair like this are all the inviting welcomeness that he needs. The way he's kissing you, hovering over you, you know you'll be riddled with homesickness the moment it's over.
His hand cups your pussy for a moment, his mouth busy on your ribs again. James slips lower and lower, and with your go-ahead, pushes his middle and ring finger within you, his thumb, index, and pinky all splayed over the natural fold of your thighs. "Hear that?" He coos, his voice ringing hushedly and sexily beneath the lewd way your wet cunt squelches with glossy arousal. "Hear how much this pretty pussy wants me?" He dips down to press a kiss to your hardened, puffy clit. You tremble, practically dissolving into his mouth.
He gives your slit a couple of flickering licks to your sensitive cunt with his tongue, laving over you, sucking and kissing and making a mess of you. Your skin, coated in his spit and your slick, glistens in the light of the fire, the whole room all orange and pinkish from the burning flames. The raw nerves of your pussy are detangled and worshipped; until he's grinding his constricted cock into anything he can bump it againstâ until his cute nose is smooshed into the delicious skin above your clit.
He wants to keep going, but he has the rest of his life to indulge in the taste of your cunt. And you're acting super squirmy and whiny. You want him. You want the intimacy that comes with being impaled by a thick cock (which you know James has got, considering it's rubbing in a side-to-side motion against your thigh).
With two eager sets of hands, James rids himself of his jeans and boxers. You're winded by the sight of him. Head all juicy and pink with precum. You make a mental note to suck his cock later. And then another mental note to remember your mental note: because you're not sure how brainless you'll be by the time he's finished with you. He dips his lazy temple to rest on your knee, which is bent and steered to wrap around his waist. He watches himself, his entire length dragging up and down the length of your sex, just wetting his cock with you. A happy purr drizzles out of you, and you stir your hips a little, chasing the friction that consoles your anticipating nerves.
James pulls away. You lock the leg he had around himself, trapping him against you on instinct, both your hands digging into his arms for extra security. "What're you doing?" You ask.
He bursts into chuckles, kissing at your hairline to soothe you. "Was gonna get a condom, Darlin'."
The tensed air rolls out of your lungs in relief. "Could've asked, I would've said I'm on the pill." You lecture jokingly. James, endeared by you, smacks his wet mouth onto your nose bridge. You scrunch it up, giggling out a melodramatic ewww, although you're definitely charmed by it. Or himâ just all of him.
"You're phenomenal, y'know that? You sure you wanna do it like this?" His jaw is clenched, holding back that all-possessing urge that demands he immediately takes you up on that offer, sibilating his words into the swell of your warm cheek.
You nod, teetering your fingertips down his spine coyly, feeling the delicious plane of his well-toned back. For good measure, you press your hips into his, immediately slicking up his shaft with your cunt. A bit of incentive couldn't hurt, right? You conjure up the image of James' cum oozing out of you and add it to your vision board.
You're kissed through it, face glowing with heat so intense that the fireplace seems a little dimmer all of a sudden. James inches into you, his cock is one-hundred-per-fucking-cent as thick as you assumed, forcing your hole to open up for him to roll into you enough to bottom out. His bulbous cockhead slots within the deep channel of your cunt so perfectly you're half sure that maybe soulmates are real; because no two people can match up this perfectly without being cut from the same universal cloth.
You squeal out a giddy, keening yes that trickles out from the top of your throat. You're stuffed to the brim with outlaw cock, and you blame this hazy heat on being so close and so low to the fireplace. Goosebumps prickle on your clammy skin. James pours out a low groan into the underside of one of your tits. The head of his cock slicks into your sex so pathetically easily. You can feel the thirst on James' hungry mouth for you, tongue sucking at the tender skin of your breast.
He's on his knees between your legs as you lie spread out below him, his hands scraping up your calves and sides and arms, in pure disbelief that you're still here and you're going to stay. Everything invades your senses, most notably the cindering of wood into ashes, and the smoky, musky leather that seems to constantly cling to James, with the natural earthy-saltiness of naked bodies. Your hips are dragged up to meet the needy thrusts of his cock.
James is a big guy, and it seems he's elected to forget that fact right nowâ because he's battering your puffy cunt until it's a wet, swollen ring around the base of his relentless cock. Every thrust punches you into and sometimes a centimetre up the floor. You're squeaking out his name like they're hymns. Why not? James is kneeling against you like you're an altar.
In fact, there's something so endearingly first-human about having sex with someone for the first time. It's just intimate learning and enjoyment. You go there, I go here, oh! You like it when I do that! The next time you and James have sex (yes, there will be a next time), he will know exactly how to swirl his tongue around your clit the way you like because he's already discovered it this time around.
He gives you his all, truly a gifted lover, kissing all around you, whispering warm, sweet, and filthy-mouthed things into your sweat-tacky skin. He feels too big for your body to physically take, but by sheer force of will maybe, your cunt easily welcomes him each time he burrows back within you. There's so much pleasure mounting at the base of your spine, seeping into your hips through your bone marrow.
The room is stuffyâ and filled with the glorious sound of thick, wet sounds of his cock pounding into you in a rhythm your heart will beat to for the rest of your days. It's sometimes punctuated with the crackling of fire consuming the firewood.
You think James cannot get any betterâ and then boom! He does! The pad of his thumb scrapes against your clit, and you tighten around him like a wind-up toy, just all springs and well-intended consequences.
Sobbing - truly sobbing his name - you shudder, your cunt tight as a fist as it pulses and gingerly squeezes around him with every rolling wave of your orgasm. You crash against the shore of the hardwood floor, pawing at his thick, broad shoulders. James whispers poetry books full of comforting niceties into your temple, brushing your hair back and cooing at you: at how proud he is, how pretty you are, how perfect and sweet you are to him. Your muscles ache, and your nervous system has been totally and completely scrambled into something new.
While you had the most intense orgasm ever recorded in history, you didn't realise James was filling you up with every hot spurt of his cum. You only realise it when he inevitably withdraws his hips from between your locked-in-place, shaking-like-a-bunch-of leaves-legs.
Spent, James just lays on top of you. His weight is oddly comforting, even if he makes breathing ten times more difficult. In more ways than one, too. He noses into your clavicle. "I'm real glad you've decided to stay. Gotten too used to you, now." You feel him smile against your clammy skin.
You hum softly, patting his shoulder. "You just love adopting strays, don't you?"
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A Week In San Francisco pt.2


summary: after sharing a heated kiss the night before, James and y/n are a little on edge when they visit the beach.
pairing: Kill 'Em All!James x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw/smut, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, p in v, james likes to beg a little, cute lil' aftercare in the end
word count: 3344
A/N: sorry it took a while! honestly took me longer than expected lol. hope you enjoy it, babes! xo
part 1
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The fact that she even got a few hours of sleep is a fucking miracle itself. The butterflies in her stomach almost made it impossible to fall asleep.Â
But, here she is. Sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and a cigarette in her hand. Sheâs wearing a beach-sundress and a simple bikini underneath. And honestly, sheâs really excited to go to the beach.Â
Kirk shuffles into the kitchen, wearing his glasses and his hair is messy. His favorite âDraculaâ t-shirt is completely wrinkled and slightly raised, showing his belly.Â
âMorning,â y/n grins. âI see you slept very well?â
"Mhm." Kirk kisses the top of her head and yawns.Â
He goes over to the counter and pours himself a cup of coffee, he is a bit wobbly but he can still keep his balance. He goes to sit down next to y/n and smiles at her.
âHow did you sleep? Did everything go okay last night?âÂ
She almost chokes on her coffee, but luckily she doesnât. A slight blush creeps on her face. Y/n quickly puts out her cigarette in the ashtray in front of her and tries to hide her blush with a smile.Â
âYeah, I slept fine!â She assures him.Â
"Great." Kirk moves his hand through his hair. âYou know, James told me he spoke to you last night.â
âHe did?â She looks into his eyes. âWhat did he say?âÂ
âThat he told you weâre going to the beach today!â Kirk grins excitedly. âI see youâre all ready to go!âÂ
Y/n breathes out slowly through her nose. It would be kinda dumb to immediately tell a guy you kissed his sister, right? But, hey. Anything can happen with these guys.Â
âYeah, you know I love going to the beach!âÂ
They sit in a comfortable silence for a bit, sipping their coffee and enjoying the morning sun that is shining through the kitchen window.Â
Until that is interrupted by a fucking war cry.
âCliff! I swear to god, man! I claimed the bathroom first!âÂ
âYouâre too slow, Hetfield!â    Â
Lars walks into the kitchen rolling his eyes, âMorning, guys.â He opens the refrigerator and grabs a carton of orange juice. âHow did your first night in the Metallica Mansion treat you, y/n?âÂ
âIt treated me wonderfully, thank you.âÂ
âGreat!â He smiles. âThatâs really good to hear.â
Later on, Cliff walks in with a big grin on his face. He sits down next to Kirk and looks at y/n and her cigs. âGood morning, can I?âÂ
âMorning! âCourse you can.â She slides the pack towards him and he lights one. Cliff thanks her and shoots her a wink, y/n nods back and grins.Â
âDude, are you flirting with my baby sister?â Kirk leans back in his chair and raises his brows.
âMe? Oh, I wouldnât dare.â Cliff grins, âCanât say Iâm speaking for everyone, thoughâŚâÂ
âMorning everybody!â James walks in, unusually cheerful for this time of the day. âIs there still some coffee left?âÂ
âYeah,â Kirk says. âOver on the counterâ
âThanks, dude!â He grabs a mug and pours himself some, leaning against the counter and eying y/n curiously.Â
Itâs almost like she can feel it, because she turns around and smiles at James. She holds up her mug. âJames?â Her voice is sickly sweet, oh yeah, today is going to be that type of day. âCould you pour me another one?â
His eyes almost popped out of his skull, he hadnât even really noticed what she was wearing. The way sheâs looking and talking to him is making James weak at the knees.Â
âY-yeah, of course!" He takes the mug from her hands and shakily pours the coffee in, trying not to spill.Â
The other guys are talking about what they're planning on doing at the beach today. Kirk and Lars are arguing over something and Cliff doesnât know what conversation he wants to keep up with.Â
âHere you go.â He decides to sit next to her this time and puts on his best charms.Â
âThank you!â She grins.Â
âSo,â James starts. âDid you sleep okay, sweetheart?âÂ
Her heart skips a beat at the nickname and she looks at him without breaking eye contact.
âI slept great. How about you, sweetheart?â she grins playfully.Â
âMe too, me too.â He looks into her eyes, not saying anything else.Â
The argument between Kirk and Lars has quieted down and one of them lets out a cough.
âSo, is everyone ready to go?â Lars speaks up.Â
âYes, more than ready.â Kirk eyes James and y/n suspiciously. âLet's get moving.âÂ
Everyone gets ready and grabs their stuff; towels, sunscreen, and beer. You know, the essentials.Â
Itâs a short walk to the beach, but the morning heat isnât really working with them. James keeps trying to walk next to y/n, but Kirk doesnât allow it. everytime James tries to pick up his pace, Kirk closes the gap between him and his sister.Â
âWhat are you doing, dude?â y/n raises her brows at Kirk.Â
âJust walking next to you, is that a problem?â He nudges her shoulder.
âNo, butâŚâ She starts.
âGood, weâre almost there.â Kirk cuts her off and smiles.Â
They arrive at the beach and find a good spot, putting their towels down and enjoying the warm sun on their already tanned skin.Â
Y/n takes off her dress and sits down on her towel, all of the boys take a quick glance at her and sit down as well. Kirk glares at the three, but doesnât say anything.Â
âAw, man!â Kirk groans in annoyance. âWe forgot the radio!âÂ
âWhat? No way, I definitely grabbed it before we left!â Cliff frowns and looks around.Â
âWell, Itâs not here.â Lars sighs. âWeâll go grab it.â He grabs Kirkâs arm and drags him along.Â
Kirk protests and looks over at y/n, who is grinning at her brother and gives him a small wave.Â
âWhy do I have to come along?â He whines, but walks with Lars anyway.Â
Y/n lays down and shuts her eyes. Feeling some movement beside her, she holds her hand in front of her face so that the sun won't bother her eyes, and looks up.
âCan I lay next to you?â James asks.Â
âOf course!â She tries to hide her excitement.Â
âThanks, sweetheart.â He grins and lays down.Â
Cliff starts laughing and lights another cigarette. He sits up and cracks open a beer. âYouâre welcome, guys.âÂ
Both James and y/n turn to look at Cliff with confusion, this only makes him laugh more.Â
âWhat?â He grins. âYou got a little more freedom with Kirk gone, right?âÂ
âDude, what the hell are you talking about?â James raises his brows.
âThe radio, I hid it under my bed.âÂ
Y/n starts laughing too, she nudges James and hands him a bottle of sunscreen. âCould you get my back?â
âYeah!â James' eyes widen and so does his smile. "Definitely!"Â
She turns around and loosens her top, making sure he gets every inch of her back. James puts some lotion in his hands and starts putting it on her back, squeezing every curve.Â
âI still donât get the radio thing.â He whispers.Â
âBabe, heâs buying us some time.â
âBabe?â James grins. âTime for⌠oh, oh.â
His hands go a little lower, they slide over her waist and his fingers go down to her waist. He goes back to her shoulders and he gets closer to her ear.Â
âCould you put your arms up for me, babe?â He whispers.Â
She complies as she simply canât answer him. She wanted to reply with a snarky comeback, but she couldn't. His voice sending shivers down her spine, she can feel his breath against her hair.Â
âThere we go.â James gives the back of her neck a slight squeeze and his hands slide down her sides. He slowly caresses the side of her breasts and then quickly goes to her back, tying her bikini back up. âYouâre all set, gorgeous.â
âThanks.â She breathes out. Holy fucking shit, his hands feel good.Â
He lays down on his stomach and scoots a little closer to her, his fingers playing with the back of her top.Â
âOr do you want me to keep going?â He whispers. âI could if you let me.â
âWhere are you getting all this confidence from?â She looks into his eyes, trying to read him.Â
James smiles and his hand wanders lower, sliding to the side of her bikini bottom.Â
âI finally figured out what I want.âÂ
âAnd that is?â
âYou, y/n. I need you.â He looks at her lips. âThe way your lips felt on mine is driving me crazy.âÂ
âHm, you are a good kisser.â y/n smiles and turns to lay on her side.Â
âSo are you, baby.â He slides his hand over her waist and he stops at her hips.
For a moment, they just stare at each other, he leans closer to her face. Jamesâ weaves his fingers between the fabric of her bottoms, his gaze wandering as he admires her curves.Â
âCareful there, big guy.â She whispers, teasing him with a smirk. âWe donât want to give all these people a show here, do we?â
She glances at some beachgoers who are watching them fool around. She feels his eyes on her and turns to face him, raising an eyebrow flirtatiously.
âHm, I donât care.â James grins, leaning closer to her. âPlease, I want you.â
âDonât you think you need some too?â y/n grabs the sunscreen and holds it up, a mischievous smile on her face. âI wouldn't want you to get sunburned, babyâÂ
âOh, youâre mean.â he groans.Â
âSo, you donât want it?â She raises her brows. Â
âI want⌠something.â James looks at her through his bangs. âPlease?âÂ
She chuckles and lays down on her stomach again. The sun warming her skin and the waves crashing on the beach almost lull her to sleep. James huffs beside her and lays on his back. His hand creeps over her arm, tracing small circles over her soft skin.Â
After a while of enjoying the sun and each other's company, Lars and Kirk finally show up with the radio.
âThere you are, what the hell took you so long?â Cliff speaks up.
âWhyâd you hide it under your bed, dude?â Kirk huffs, wiping his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.Â
âDude, what?â Cliff tries to hide his smile. âI have no idea what youâre talking about, brother.â
The three bicker about the radio and y/n smiles, slowly closing her eyes again. The soft static of the radio and the crashing waves are really calming. She sighs softly and dozes off.Â
Y/n wakes up a little while later, not knowing how much time has passed. Her back feels a little sore and she immediately winces, she still got burned. She looks over at James, who also fell asleep and gasps.Â
âJames!â She shakes him slightly.Â
"Mhm?" He opens his eyes. âYeah?âÂ
His entire chest and stomach are red, along with his face. This idiot didnât apply any sunscreen at all.Â
âDude! You got burned!â Lars yells. âLike, bad!âÂ
âWhat?â James moves towards Lars and winces. âOw, fuck! that burns.âÂ
âYeah, no shit.â y/n sighs. âYou are so fucking stubborn.âÂ
âItâs gonna hurt even more in the morning.â Kirk grimaces and looks at his sister. âYouâre back looks fucked up too, sis.â
Y/n nods her head at Kirk. She stands up and puts on her dress, grabbing her stuff.Â
âYou have to get out of the sun, James.â She says. âI have some Aloe vera lotion in my bag at the house, you can use it.âÂ
James' eyes widen as he looks up at her, is this actually happening?Â
âAre you going with him?â Kirk raises his brows.
âYes, I am.âÂ
James doesnât even speak, he is too busy grabbing his stuff. Heâs almost like a madman, trying to find his shirt.Â
âOkay,â Kirk kisses the side of her head. âBe careful.â He gives her a knowing look and squeezes her shoulder.Â
âOw!â She winces. âKirk, that hurts!âÂ
âSorry!â He chuckles.Â
She walks away and nudges her head, motioning James to follow her. He doesnât waste any time and runs after her. Lars throws him the keys to the house.
âHave fun, fuckers!â Lars yells after them.
âDude!â Kirk groans and throws his shirt at Lars. âPlease donât!âÂ
James and y/n walk home together, the walk back almost seems slower than it was before. Their hands dangerously close to each other, every time their fingers brush they share a look. He shoots her a quick and excited smile and she returns it.Â
James tries to unlock the front door but his hands are too shaky, eventually he gets the key in and opens it.Â
âItâs in my room, come on.â She grabs his hand and pulls him down the hallway.
They both walk into her room and she pushes him to the mattress. âSit.âÂ
James obliges and takes his shirt off, slightly uncomfortable with the feeling of the fabric against his sensitive skin.Â
Y/n finds the lotion from her bag and walks closer to him, crawling onto the mattress and pushing him on his back. âCan I sit?â she motions to his lap.
James nods his head so hard it almost falls off. âFuck yes, you can.âÂ
She smirks and straddles him, both of them letting out a quiet gasp. She can feel him hardening in his shorts and he can feel her heat.Â
âMmhâ She hums softly and starts to put the lotion on his chest.Â
âAh!â He gasps. âThatâs cold, y/n!âÂ
She giggles and continues to take care of his sunburn. Her hands slide over his chest, softly squeezing her fingers into his shoulders. James looks up at her with nothing but love in his eyes, he squeezes her hips making her moan softly.Â
âDo that again.â James whispers.Â
She grins and leans down to kiss his chest, making her way up to his neck. He lets out a growl and leans up, smashing his lips onto hers. She kisses him back passionately and smiles into the kiss. Jamesâ grip on her hips tighten as he flips her around, laying her on her back.Â
âJames!â She gasps. âMy back, remember?âÂ
âDonât worry, baby.â He whispers. âIâll take care of you.âÂ
He rubs the inside of her thighs and he goes a little higher, feeling how drenched her cunt already is.Â
âYouâre already so wet for me, baby.â He smiles and starts kissing her neck. âGonna make you feel so good.â
âJames, pleaseâŚâ She looks up at him, begging for him to stop teasing.Â
âWhat? I have to prepare my girl, donât I?â He smirks.Â
She pushes him back and takes off her dress, along with her bikini top. James takes off his shorts, his cock springing free, begging for some attention.Â
âHmm, so pretty, baby.â He mutters, his eyes not leaving her breasts. âFuck, you look perfect.â
James leaves another trail of kisses down her neck and breasts, his fingers playing with the hem of her bottoms. His other hand touching and squeezing her breast, while leaning up to kiss her lips hungrily.Â
âCan I take these off, baby?â James whispers against her lips.Â
âYes, Fuck. Yes, you can.â y/nâs breath hitches in her throat. She looks up at James, her eyes glossy and her lips parted.Â
He slides them off, desperate to feel her cunt around his cock. James slides his hand down her belly and starts to run circles on her clit. She gasps and reaches for his cock, starting with slow and agonizing strokes.Â
âFuck, you really like to play mean.â James stifles a moan and rubs his fingers over her folds.Â
âDonât hold your moans in, baby.â She pouts. âWanna hear you too.âÂ
Y/n starts stroking him a bit faster, she feels her hand getting covered in his pre-cum.Â
âAh! ngh- Fuck!â James lets out the moan that has been stuck in his throat. âmhm! y/n⌠gonna⌠gonna prep you for me, okay?âÂ
She nods and kisses him again, moaning into the kiss as he slowly slides a finger into her drenching cunt. He starts finger-fucking her at a steady pace, the room is filled with sloppy wet noises and their moans.Â
He adds another finger and goes faster, curling up his index and middle finger to hit the right spot.Â
âFuck, James!â She moans. âYour fingers⌠they⌠feel so good!âÂ
âYeah? You like how I work my hands on you, baby?â He groans and goes faster. y/nâs hand starts tightening around his cock.Â
âIf you keep squeezinâ me like that, Iâm not gonna last long.â James chuckles and leans down to kiss her again.
âBaby, âm close, please!â She moans and lets go of his cock.
âCum on my fingers, baby.â He curls his fingers deeper into her and feels her cunt squeeze around them. All he can think about is how her pussy is gonna feel around his cock.
âFuck!â y/n cums all over his fingers, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.Â
James pulls his fingers out and sticks one of them into his mouth, tasting her juices. He lets out a delighted moan and sticks his other finger in her mouth. She sucks it clean without a single thought, looking up at him through her lashes.Â
âWanna be inside youâŚâ He mumbles. âPlease?â His face gets a little more flushed.Â
âItâs cute that you ask so nicely.â She smiles up at him and guides his cock to her drenched pussy. âYou gonna fuck me good, baby?â
âMhm.â He slides his cock over her folds. âGonna fuck you so good, baby.âÂ
He slowly pushes it inside of her and starts bucking his hips into her. Y/n cries out in pleasure, heâs hitting all the right spots. James leans down to kiss her again and thrusts a little faster.Â
âFuck!â James whines. âBeen wanting to feel this pussy for so long!â He almost starts crying with how good it feels, how good sheâs making him feel.
âJamesâŚâ She moans âKeep going like that, please!âÂ
âI will, baby. I will.â
She doesnât feel the sunburn on her back anymore, she only feels the incredible amount of pleasure James is giving her. She wraps her legs around his waist which makes James pound into her even harder.Â
âGettinâ close, baby.â James whispers against her neck. âIâm gonna need to pull out.âÂ
She just nods, she doesnât care what he does to her. She just wants to cum around his cock.Â
His thrusts are getting sloppier, meaning heâs gonna cum soon. He lets out some more strained moans and whimpers.Â
âGonna⌠gonna cum.â He pants.
âMe too, baby.â y/n whimpers.
He makes her cum, her stomach exploding with pleasure. Sheâs almost seeing stars with how hard sheâs squeezing her eyes shut. James lets out a grunt and quickly pulls out, finishing all over her stomach. He keeps fucking his fist to ride out his high.Â
âShitâŚâ James breathes heavily.Â
âYeahâŚâ Her chest moves up and down, trying to calm down from the pure ecstacy sensation.
âIâm sorry for the mess.â James has a stupid grin on his face, but that canât hide the tremendous blush which reappears on his face. âLet me clean you up.â
He grabs one of the beach towels that were scattered on the floor and starts wiping her stomach. He throws the towel on the ground and lays down on her chest.Â
âYou were amazing, baby.â y/n smiles and kisses him tiredly.Â
âSo, were you, babe.â James smiles into the kiss.Â
They lay in each other's arms for a while, enjoying the comfortable silence between them. He has pulled her into his arms and they are softly caressing each other.Â
âCan I sleep here with you tonight?â He whispers.
âWhat do you think, baby?â She giggles. âYou just screwed me silly, of course you can.âÂ
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Talk Show
Request: can you do a james hetfield x actress reader where she is super famous and just got done doing a movie so now she is promoting it and she is on a talk show or something and they meet while doing the interview because they are doing the interview at the same time and all of the metallica boys are in awe because they are all a fan of hers but james gets flustered and all shy and reader gets shy and blushy too because she is also a fan of them and her and james just click and all flirty
Authorâs Note: Sorry for taking so long. Writerâs block is a real thing, and then just being busy with school. I promise not excuses just explaining. Also, I just made up a handful of movies, not really sure if there was any true movie. Any resemblance to a real movie is coincidence and not purposeful.
Y/N had just finished her recent movie, and honestly she was thankful. It had taken months to do, but in her opinion it was her best work yet. Now, her managers were having her go on talk shows to promote the new movie. It was something that she had always hated. She was afraid that she would reveal too much or not enough.
There was also that other fear of them just making fun of her while she was there. There had been a few jokes about how she got such important roles so quick, ignoring the fact that she just knew what movies she would be good in and what she wouldnât. And that her agent knew to not bother with the ones that wouldnât put her in something worthwhile.
It also didnât help that one of her favorite bands was also being interviewed on this set at the same time. She had been listening to Metallica since their first album which she had just heard by chance at some party. The song Seek & Destroy just took over and sucked her in.
âYouâre on, Y/N,â one of the crew members said, motioning for her to follow after him.
She put on a smile and walked towards the curtain. She watched for the countdown and stepped out onto the stage. The audience was cheering as she walked over to the chairs. She let out a little gasp, seeing that the band was out already. Y/N didnât know that she would be doing the interview with them as well.
All of the boys looked at her in awe, but her eyes landed on James who seemed to be blushing just a bit. She glanced down at her feet, suddenly shy. She had seen the videos of him and the posters, and yes, Y/N did find him attractive. But they hadnât prepared her for what he looked like in person and what he looked like when he was blushing almost like a nervous teen.
She moved her feet just a little faster, knowing that she was slowing the flow of the show. Her nervousness and in a long gown was not a good combination. Her foot caught on the fabric and sent her flying forward.
Y/N let out a loud gasp and shot her arms out to break her fall when she felt an arm wrap around her and got her back to her feet. She looked over and saw James had caught her.
âOh, uh, thank you,â she said, feeling her cheeks heat up.
James pulled his arm back to his side and smiled nervously. Almost like he didnât know what to say. His cheeks reddened even more.
âLooks like we have some falling stars on set tonight,â the host Johnny said, motioning to the set on the other side of him.
Y/N went over and sat down. She looked at Kirk, Lars, and Jason who were all staring at her in amazement. Her almost face landing didnât seem to phase them any. Then her eyes went back to James who was still blushing and still looking like he didnât know what to say.
âSo, Y/N, howâs that movie coming along?â the host asked, bringing the attention to her.
âJust finished up on filming the last scenes, and I have been told that it will be released in the next few months,â she replied, remembering what her manager said about the movie. Everything had to be hush, hush.
âThese boys told me that they were fans of your work,â Johnny said, looking over at the members of Metallica. âAnd I just had to bring you out to introduce you to them.â
Y/N was surprised to say the least. She hadnât expected any one of them to enjoy her work. They were mostly rom-coms, and she knew it was mostly for women, but she wasnât going to judge.
âItâs an honor to know that they like my movies since I am a fan of their music,â she admitted nervously.
âYou do?â Lars asked, loudly.
âI knew she was cool like that,â Kirk added on before Y/N could say anything.
She let out a nervous laugh, surprised by their excitement at her admission. She glanced over at James who was smiling so big.
âHave you ever been to one of our concerts?â James asked. There was a since of hope in his voice.
Y/N could feel Johnnyâs eyes switching off between all of them so intrigued by the whole conversation, seeming to not want to step in.
She shook her head. âNo, I havenât. Honestly, never been to one,â she said, looking down at her hands.
âMiss Y/N has never been to a concert,â Johnny said loudly, looking out to the crowd in front of the stage. It was clear that he was trying to get a rise out of them.
âWeâre playing tomorrow. Why donât you come out? Iâll give you the whole behind the scenes tour,â James said, winking at her.
She blushed, not expecting that wink. But she found herself nodding, not wanting to turn this chance down. Honestly, she was wanting to see them live because all of her friends had said how amazing they sounded live.
âIâll make sure you have fun,â James said as he blushed deeply. His words made her think that he didnât think that she would say yes.
âIâm sure the crowd is jealous,â Johnny said, dragging the attention back to him. âBut rest assured that we are going to announce that someone in the crowd is going to win two tickets to the concert at the end of the show.â
The audience cheered loudly. A few even whistled. This was something that Y/N didnât quite enjoy during these talk shows. It was one thing for her to be on set doing a show, but she didnât have people cheering and inspecting her every reaction.
âSo, boys, what is your favorite movie of hers?â Johnny asked looking over at them.
âUh, I think mine was The New Day,â Lars said.
âThat was the first one I watched of hers, but I liked the one she did after that,â Kirk said. âRest Of Our Lives.â
Jason smiled and said, âThat was a favorite of mine as well.â
Y/N was surprised that those two movies were their favorites. She had felt that they werenât her best, but yet it was some of the peopleâs favorites.
âWhat about you, James?â Johnny asked.
âUh, honestly, I love them all. I always think the newest one is my favorite until the next comes out,â he said.
The rest of the boys laughed. âIf he knows that she is in the movie, he will watch it,â Lars teased.
âJames is the reason why we ever heard of her,â Kirk added.
Y/N blushed just as James did. It warmed her heart that he liked her movies. And the way the rest of the band made it seem like he had a crush on her was adorable because honestly she had a crush on him herself.
âOh, I hate to say it, but itâs time for a break. When we come back, we will draw the name for who wins the tickets to Metallicaâs concert tomorrow night,â Johnny said. âI would like to thank Y/N for coming, and remember to go see her new movie.â
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Matters of the heart - Izzy Stradlin & James Hetfield
Request:Â Hiii could you please do something with Izzy and the reader dating but the reader starts liking James Hetfield and they start hooking up and Izzy finds out. And please make it agnsty and you can decide the ending:))
A/N: Loveeed writing this oneee, hope you enjoyed it as well!!
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To be honest, everything happened too quick. You were working for with Metallica as a tour photographer, that meant spending literally every second with them, from the moment you woke up until the moment you closed your eyes to sleep. And although it kept you really busy, you never kept in contact with Izzy while he was on tour as well, and it was challenging, sometimes you two spend days without talking because of work and not knowing where the others hotel was.
It happened out of nowhere, you and James always had a weird sexual tension, and although there was always some lame flirting that was all it was.
You were taking pictures of him currently, before he went on stage to play, the boys were all still getting ready, pregaming, spending their time with some girl, but not James, he had stayed back and while you documented his actions, he was talking to you, lame flirting while having a few drinks, offering you some as you spoke.
It felt like a blink of an eye when, suddenly he was kissing you, and to your surprise you were kissing him back. It was rough from the beginning, your heart was beating really fast, and it wasn´t out of lust or anticipation to what was about to happen, it was out of guilt, but somehow you couldn´t seem to stop.
It was like he knew all your weak points by kissing your roughly, holding you close to him by your waist, and as the kiss grew more intense you needed more of him, he needed you as well.
His growing was pressed against your crotch, as he kissed down your neck and groped you, and fuck did you like the way he felt touching your body. It had been a while since you hadnât been with Izzy and masturbating was just not enough, so you were needy. And James could tell by the way your body moved with his, by the reactions you gave and the sweet heavenly moans and groans you emitted.
This is exactly how he wanted you, submissive to his touch, pushing him closer to you, kissing him messily and caressing his body. Clothes were discarded and you two stood naked in the dressing room backstage, by now you were bend over the snack table, and by snacks, I mean drugs and alcohol, his hand grouping your ass and boobs as he stood behind you, pinching at your nipples.
He lined himself up in your core, and with one slow thrust he was in you, it was painful at first, you were used to his size, and slowly he began moving, holding you by the waist. ¨You good baby girl? ¨ You only nodded, the intense feeling of pleasure washing over your body, his cock so deep into you. Â
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It had been a few days since that one first time with James, and ever since that day you only grew closer to him, although you were still with Izzy, and James knew about it. The guilt would eat you up every time you were alone, so that being the case you tried to spend even more time with the boys
And when you managed to talk to Izzy it wasn´t as exiting anymore, you never had anything new to tell him, scared that you´d say too much, suddenly spending so much times with he boys was as annoying, which he noticed, you were always tired, and rather listen to him talk about how his tour was doing, every time he tried to initiate some dirty talking that intended to lead to some phone sex, you would shut it down quickly, since you now shared a room with James, not that Izzy knew anyway
James and you never really talked about yours and Izzys´ relationship, he liked you, a lot. But also understood that he was the side piece, not really sure how he was feeling about it; he tried talking about it before, trying to understand were you two were going to, if there was a future, that he was truly wanted, or if it was just temporary. And so the downfall of the relationship between you and Izzy, Izzy and James, and you and James began, all thanks to his jealousy.
Izzy and James werenât friends, but they knew each other from press.
The boys decided to go out to some local bar that night, and James asked you to go as his date, not the photographer of Metallica, and eventually you agreed, there was going to be press as soon as the band entered the bar anyway, so you were ready to keep it casual in front of the cameras, so that it wouldn´t appear on any gossip magazine.
Your name was pretty known since you had been a photographer for a lot of known bands, also since you were Izzy Stradlins´ girlfriend. But as the night went on, drinks had been drunk and suddenly you were dancing some song with James, while his hands were all over your body, kissing your lips and neck, crotches against crotches, the bulge on his pants being more than noticeable. That night you ended fucking him on the barâs bathroom. And it was all over the magazines and local papers the next fucking morning. James´ plan
To your surprise that next morning was also the morning in which Guns n Roses had a scheduled shared performance, something you had totally forgotten about, Izzy had mentioned it on your last call together.
And now he was on the same hotel, different room, reading and seeing the pictures of you and James together, that Axl had brought to him to see. He didnât say anything to his bandmates but on the inside his heart had been crushed. Now he understood why you were so distant, and wondered if it was something he had done to push you away, he was aware that you two hadn´t been speaking much, but it didn´t meant he didnât care, he hadnât been with anyone else since he last saw you.
He didnât bother to look for you, hoping that maybe you would look for him, after all, he had told you the room number he was staying on. And that room by the end of the hall of yours and James room you had been avoiding the whole day. You didnât know all that plan to get drunk and have the press shoot you and him together was all James idea to end your relationship with Iz and end up with him instead.
It was until it was time for the show that you saw Izzy, he was alone, sitting by the stage, waiting for his band to be announced with guitar in hand. You knew he knew what you had done, fuck, everyone knew, and although all the Metallica crew didnât care, the Guns n´ Roses crew cared, at least the band members, specially Axl and as soon as he saw you he just couldn´t help himself and made a scene.
Calling you names and acting as if you had cheating on him instead of him friends, and while you were trying to ignore him and not giving him the answers he wanted from you, it almost turned physical once James heard him and gave him all the reactions Axl was looking for, all while Izzy just stared.
He stared at you get in between Axl and James, and thatâs when opened his mouth. ¨Axl donât bother, it´s not worth it. ¨
To which you looked at him, ¨Izzy can we just talk about what happened? We can just get closure from all this¨
¨Closure? So, you donât even want to try and fix your mistake? That quickly you flushed down our relationship? All over some asshole? ¨
You didnât even think about the possibility of fixing the relationship, you didnât even know that was option, and although your heart was confused you werenât sure if you wanted to fix the relationship.
¨Izzy that´s not what I meant¨ you were reaching out to him by now, he had walked closer to you as he spoke.
And just as he was about to speak, his band was called out on stage. You were holding his arm, trying to keep him from going, your eyes were connected and you just couldnât help but notice all the hurt on his eyes, they were red and although it was often from weed or whatever drugs he was on, you could tell this time he was sober and his red eyes had been from crying, and that broke your heart; it was never the goal to hurt anybody.
And then he pulled away from you, not saying anything and yet saying everything with eyes as he turned around and walked towards the stage.
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can someone make a angsty/sad fic of one of the metallica boys standing in the crowd at their ex's show while they sing a song that was made about them (cliche i know)
and then he realises how miserable he is without her and how badly he fucked up so he tries to talk to her backstage

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1992 James Hetfield smut
I walked around the arena in Toronto with my backpack full of camera equipment. I was completely lost, I knew I shouldn't have separated myself from the guys but I really had to pee and they didn't even wait for me. It was hours before Metallica played their set and I was their on tour photographer. It was my job to follow them around and take pictures, it was pretty fun but I always ended up getting drunk with them. So not only was I lost, I was hungover from last night. I walked down the halls looking for these guys, and then I saw James finally coming towards me.
"We lost you, where did you go?"
"I had to pee and you didn't even wait!" I informed him and playfully pushed him.
"I'm sorry, I should have waited." He pulled me into his chest and kissed the top of my head. We kinda had a thing. It wasn't much of a thing but we made out every chance we got when we were alone. "Don't be pissed ok?"
"I'm just so hungover, I don't know how you guys do it."
"You want me to make you feel better?" All I could do was smile as he took my hand and we walked out of the arena. He was so handsome, his long blonde hair swaying in the wind. He took me to the tour bus and grabbed my ass as I walked into the bus.
"Hmm I wonder what we could do in here." I giggled as I crawled into his bunk.
"Just get in and I'll show you what I'll do to you." He said in a low deep voice that gave me goosebumps. He crawled in after me and drew the shade. He pulled off my tank top and undid the buttons on my jeans and grabbed my waist and put me on my hands and knees. He leaned over me and kissed the back of my neck and proceeded to kiss and bite all the way down my back. When he got to my jeans he pulled them down a little aggressively and cupped my ass with his palm. "Fuck me, look at that ass, baby." Thank God I wore a thong today. He grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed it tightly and lightly spanked me. "Mmm fuck you look so good." I felt his hand lightly rub my ass and then he made his way down to my panties. I moaned as he forcefully ran his thumb up my panties until he came up to my clit and rubbed it slow but aggressively with his fingers.
"Oh my god, James." I softly sighed.
"Quiet." He reached up and forced my face into the pillow. "Keep that ass up, baby." He hooked his finger around my panties and pulled them to side and rubbed his middle finger around my slick folds. "You're so wet already" and he slowly pushed his finger inside me and sloppily tasted it. "Mmm you taste delicious" he squeezed my ass while his tongue forcefully spread my pussy apart. I got so incredibly turned on by the noises he was making. Kissing and slurping at my clit and tongue fucking me.
"J-James..." I whispered into the pillow as he began to push two fingers into my aching core. "Mmm God that feels so good baby."
"Do you want me to keep going or do you want my dick in there?" He pumped his fingers faster into my pussy.
"Ughhh, wait. Keep going please. Mmm. Yes." Â He continued to do what he was doing, I was so close to finding Jesus so quickly. "Oh James. Keep going. I'm almost there. Ugh, fuck yes." I panted and squirmed while he finger fucked my pussy and kissed my lower back, his mustache grazing my body, adding to the intense sensation of his thick fingers inside me. Â "Oh my god, James!" I squealed. I felt my pussy squeeze around his fingers and he pumped them in and out slowly until my loud moans turned into quiet satisfied sighs. I slowly relaxed and laid on my side and he cuddled me from behind, his arms wrapped around me. He felt so good.
"Do you feel better?" He whispered into my ear and kissed my cheek. "You sound so fuckin good when you cum"
"I feel so much better." I giggled and laced my fingers with his and enjoyed him kissing my ear and neck. "Do you want me to return the favor, James?"
"No, baby. I gotta go get ready for the show. But later, you're gonna get it." He informed me before getting out of the bunk. "You think that was good, wait til later." He winked and leaned into kiss me once more before walking away.
"I'm looking forward to it." I said as he walked away. God he was hot
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