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James and his little sweet treats









He's definitely the type of old man to have a bowl of ice cream every night...and it's probably butter pecan too
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#james hetfield#metallica#james hetfield x reader#james hetfield fanfiction#james hetfield smut#metallica fanfiction#metallica smut#papahet
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bended over the table, raised against the wall, pressed on the mattress, turned in any position, choked, open hand spanked on the ass, gripped forcefully by the hips, squeezed against his chest until you struggle to breathe, on every surface, in every place, everytime he wants.
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Ok hear me out
James being readers stepdad or like dads best friend or smt and reader has an OF and James finds out
If we’re going stepdad route there’s angst with reader wanting him to break it off with their mom but James has to be careful with his public image and shit and like also doesn’t want her to hurt too bad Yk?
Going dads best friend route
Dave is your dad and we can all see the angst coming from that




Extra gifs I found and wanted to share
THE SECOND ONE IS KILLING ME I NEED HIM
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Happy Valentine’s Day to those who are in a relationship and to those still searching for love. But in both cases, I love you all, my dearest ones. And hey, if love doesn’t find you today… there’s always chocolate❤
Warnings: smut, nsfw, sex themes, mature themes, jealousy, a bit of possessive behaviour, fluff in the end
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☙Valentine's day☙
The roar of the crowd still echoed in my ears as James Hetfield and I stepped into the dimly lit bar. The scent of whiskey, smoke, and sweat clung to the air like a lingering ghost of the night’s concert. It was February 14th, but to me, it was just another evening of heavy drinks and heavier emotions.
James had always been more than a friend to me—an unspoken tension lingered between us like a song left unfinished. A touch that lingered too long, a glance that seared too deep. But neither of us had dared to cross that line. Not yet. But tonight… Tonight, there was something different in the air.
We sat at the bar, glasses filled with burning amber liquid, our laughter echoing through the hazy atmosphere. My heart clenched as I looked at him, his rugged face illuminated by the dim light, the faintest hint of sweat still on his brow from the stage.
Then, just when I thought this night couldn’t get any crueler, she appeared. A blonde groupie, dripping in confidence and arrogance, sauntered over like she owned the damn place and plopped herself right onto James’ lap.
“Jamie,” she purred, her fingers playing with a strand of her golden hair. “It’s Valentine’s Day. When are you gonna declare your love for me?”
I clenched my jaw, swirling the drink in my glass, feigning indifference. But my sarcasm slipped out before I could stop it. “Well, he never does,” I muttered dryly, taking a sip. “He only thinks about something else.”
James turned to look at me, his smirk flickering, his eyes unreadable. There was something there—something deeper, darker—but he said nothing.
Lars, ever the shit-stirrer, leaned toward me with a knowing smirk. “What’s with you? Jealous or something?”
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Jealous? Please. Actually, I was thinking about heading out. Someone’s waiting for me.”
James’ fingers tightened around his glass, but he said nothing.
Lars let out a low chuckle. “Oh yeah? Who is he?” He leaned forward, intrigued. “Describe him. What’s he like?”
I smirked, playing into it, knowing exactly what I was doing. “Tall. Dark hair. Strong hands.” I let my fingers trail along the rim of my glass. “Knows exactly how to touch me.”
James exhaled sharply, his jaw ticking.
Lars grinned. “And in bed?”
I leaned back, savoring every second of the tension. “Man, he’s divine. No one fucks like him.”
The air grew heavy. James’ grip on his drink tightened, his knuckles going white. His jaw flexed as he slowly turned to face me, his stare burning into my skin.
I stood abruptly, grabbing my coat and walking out. The cold night air slapped me, a cruel contrast to the heat bubbling inside me. I barely made it a few steps before I heard rapid footsteps behind me.
“Y/N!”
I turned, my breath hitching as James stormed toward me, his face unreadable but his eyes dark and intense.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, feigning surprise, though my pulse was hammering.
He stopped just inches away, his breath warm against the night’s chill. “Is it true?” His voice was low, rough. “You got someone waiting for you?”
I tilted my head, smirking. “Maybe.”
His eyes flashed with something dangerous. “Ah, yeah? I wanna meet him.” His voice dropped lower, sending a shiver down my spine. “He knows how to fuck well?”
I let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh. “Oh, absolutely. The guy’s practically a saint in the sheets. You should take notes.”
James’ expression darkened, his body going rigid. Before I could react, he grabbed me—strong arms lifting me off the ground as he threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.
“James, what the fuck?!” I shrieked, kicking against his hold as he strode toward his car.
“You’ll see,” he growled.
The drive to his place was silent but thick with tension. The moment we stepped inside, he was on me—his lips crashing against mine, hands gripping my waist with a possessive urgency that sent heat pooling between my legs.
“You wanna test me?” he growled against my lips, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth. “I’ll fucking show you.”
His hands gripped my hips as he backed me against the nearest wall. The world blurred as we stumbled through the house, knocking over furniture, bodies colliding in a desperate battle for dominance. My clothes were gone before I could blink, my skin burning under his rough touch.
“Tell me again,” he muttered darkly, his lips trailing down my throat, his teeth grazing my skin. “Tell me how fucking ‘divine’ he is.”
I gasped, my nails raking down his back. “Fuck you.”
His hand wrapped around my throat, tilting my head back. “Oh, sweetheart,” he growled, pressing his forehead to mine. “That’s exactly what you’re getting.”
James’ hands roamed over my skin, fingers dancing along the fabric of my dress, teasing but not revealing, as if he were savoring every tantalizing moment. “Such a pretty dress, but it’s not gonna last long,” he murmured against my ear, his breath hot and heavy, sending shivers down my spine.
With one swift motion, he gripped the hem and yanked it over my head, tossing it aside as if it were nothing, leaving me standing there in nothing but my lace panties. “Damn, you’re beautiful,” he growled, his eyes dark with desire, drinking in the sight of me. But I saw that flicker of jealousy, the way his jaw clenched at the thought of me with someone else.
“That asshole doesn’t know a damn thing about you,” he spat, the intensity in his gaze igniting my own desire.
Before I could respond, his hands were on me again, gripping my hips tightly as he guided me to the couch. “Get comfortable,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. I sank down onto the plush cushions, my heart racing as he knelt before me.
James lowered himself, his mouth inches from my core. “Let’s see how well he knows you,” he teased huskily, trailing his fingers along my thighs, drawing closer to that burning heat between my legs. I gasped, arching my back in anticipation.
“James,” I whimpered, urgency flooding my voice.
“Hush, sweetheart,” he replied with a wicked smirk. “I want to hear you, not speak.” He lowered his mouth, lips brushing against my panties, teasing the fabric as my body responded instinctively. “Tell me, is he better than me?” he taunted, his eyes glinting with possessiveness.
I hesitated, wanting to tease him just a bit longer. “Maybe… if that’s what you want to believe,” I replied, a playful lilt in my voice.
His breath hitched, a low growl escaping him as he pressed his mouth harder against me. “You’re playing with fire, beautiful,” he warned, his fingers gripping my thighs like a vice.
When he finally pulled those lace panties aside, my breath hitched in my throat. His tongue flicked out, teasingly slow at first, before plunging deep, igniting a fire within me. I moaned loudly, arching my hips as I dug my fingers into the couch, gripping the fabric to keep myself grounded.
“James, please… don’t stop,” I begged, my voice thick with need.
He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body. “You taste fucking addictive,” he murmured, mouth moving hungrily. “But I want to hear you say it. Tell me how good I make you feel.”
I bit my lip, feeling the tension building. “You feel amazing,” I breathed, my voice shaky. “So much better than I ever imagined.”
“Better than him, right?” he pressed, a wicked grin stretching across his face.
“Maybe…” I teased, confidence surging through me.
His eyes darkened further, primal need taking over. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re about to find out what ‘better’ really means,” he growled, his fingers working my clit in perfect rhythm. “I bet he never got you this worked up.”
I was nearing the edge, the pleasure overwhelming. “James… I need—”
“Need what?” he teased, leaning closer to me, his breath warm against my core.
“Just… don’t stop.”
“Good girl,” he praised, his tone sultry as he drove me to the brink. When I finally fell apart, my body quaking with pleasure, I cried out, “James!” waves of ecstasy washing over me.
His satisfaction was palpable as he climbed over me, body pressing against mine. “That’s just the start,” he whispered, his fingers tangling in my hair, tilting my head back to claim my mouth.
The kiss was hungry, desperate—filled with all the pent-up emotions we had danced around for so long. As he stripped off the remains of his clothes, I swallowed hard, taking in the sight of him.
“Now, let’s see what else you’ve been missing,” he said, pinning me against the couch again, breathless laughter accompanying his possessiveness.
“Are you ready for me?” he growled, eyes darkening with need.
“James, I—”
“Just say yes, and I’ll take care of the rest,” he interrupted, his voice low and commanding.
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling the heat pool between my legs again.
With a swift movement, he entered me, filling me completely. I gasped, clenching around him as he began to thrust, each movement pushing me closer to the edge once again. “You feel so damn good,” he groaned, eyes locked on mine as he continued to move, each thrust deliberate and deep.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he hissed, punctuating each word with a forceful thrust, possessive and hungry. “Better than what you had before.”
“I—oh god, yes, James!” I cried out, my moans mixing with the sounds of his thrusts. I couldn’t manage anything more than gasps—the pleasure overwhelming, my world reduced to the sensations of him moving inside me.
As James thrust deeper inside me, his breath came in ragged gasps. “Does my cock feel better than his?” he growled, a smirk curling at the corners of his lips.
I didn’t answer, lost in the overwhelming pleasure as he drove deeper, his hips slamming against me, pushing my body to the edge.
“Can you take it all?” he demanded, thrusting harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
Still, I only gasped, my body writhing in response to the sheer ecstasy of his movements.
“Do I fuck you better than he ever did?” he pressed, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts, each one sending shockwaves through me.
I met his intense gaze, heart racing, but I couldn’t find my voice, even as the pleasure surged within me.
“Tell me! Are you forgetting him?” he growled, thrusting even harder, causing my body to respond instinctively to the force of his movements.
Finally, I felt the pressure building to an unbearable peak, and I gasped out, “James!”
He paused, a flicker of triumph in his eyes, and then he pushed into me with an unforgiving thrust. “That’s right, scream my name. You’re mine tonight” he demanded, a wicked grin on his lips as he leaned close.
“James!” I cried out, feeling the tension coiling tighter within me.
“Good girl,” he praised, his voice low and sultry. “That’s it. Let go for me. Let me hear just how good I fuck you.”
With a few more powerful thrusts, that coil unraveled, sending me spiraling into ecstasy once again. I could feel him right there with me, his own pleasure peaking as I clenched around him, pulling him deeper.
“Y/N!” he roared, his hips slamming against me one last time before he stilled, a growl escaping his lips.
The aftermath of our reckless, feverish passion wrapped around me like a heavy blanket. My heartbeat gradually slowed to match the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. His head rested on me, his hair damp against my skin, and his arm lay draped possessively across my waist. His fingers, rough and calloused, traced lazy circles against my ribs, grounding me in the reality of what just happened.
I ran my fingers through his hair, savoring the quiet intimacy. It felt surreal—James, my unresolved tension for so long, and now he’s lying here with me like we’d broken through some invisible barrier we’d pretended didn’t exist. I didn’t want to think about what came next. I just wanted to stay like this forever.
But, of course, James had to break the silence.
“So…” he muttered, voice rough and low. “You never answered me.”
I tilted my head to look down at him. His chin rested on my chest now, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Answered what?” I asked, feigning innocence.
He raised an eyebrow. “The guy.”
My lips twitched. Oh, I was going to have fun with this. I gave a nonchalant shrug, letting my fingers slip through his hair. “Ah, yeah. Him.” I bit my lip and let my eyes go unfocused like I was lost in thought. “Mmm… yeah, he’s pretty unforgettable.”
James froze. His fingers stopped their lazy tracing, his entire body going rigid against mine. His jaw flexed, his eyes darkening as he pushed himself up onto one elbow. The weight of his stare pinned me beneath him.
“Is that true?” he asked softly. His thumb brushed along my cheek, the touch gentle even though the intensity of his gaze made my stomach flip. “You really got someone waiting for you?”
The jealousy in his eyes was almost palpable, but I wasn’t ready to give in yet. I raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a wicked grin. “Maybe.”
His nostrils flared slightly. His thumb drifted down, tracing the curve of my jaw. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He looked away for a moment, jaw tight, before his eyes met mine again. The vulnerability in that look hit me like a punch to the gut.
“That shit killed me, you know,” he admitted. His voice was rougher now, the teasing bravado completely gone. “Hearing you talk like that. Thinking there might be some other guy… someone who gets to touch you like this. Someone who…” He hesitated, his thumb ghosting over my lips. “Who gets to have you.”
My heart squeezed. I opened my mouth to respond, but the words caught in my throat.
James let out a humorless laugh, his eyes dropping to my lips. “I’ve had women throwing themselves at me for years. Groupies who don’t know a damn thing about me beyond the stage.” His lips twisted into a grim smile. “And yeah, I could’ve had any of ‘em. But I didn’t.”
I swallowed hard. “Why not?”
He inhaled slowly, his eyes meeting mine again. “Because the one I ever wanted is you”
The air left my lungs in a rush. My pulse raced, my skin prickling as his words settled in. Holy shit.
Before I could respond, James pushed himself off the bed. I sat up, holding the sheet to my chest as I watched him stride naked across the room. He disappeared into the hallway, leaving me there, heart racing and mind spinning.
What the hell was he doing?
I was still catching my breath when he returned a minute later, his large hand clutching something. As he stepped into the warm glow of the bedside lamp, I saw it clearly: a single red rose with a black string tied around its stem. Attached to the string was a small folded note.
My lips parted in surprise as he held it out to me. His fingers flexed slightly when I took it.
“I was gonna give this to you earlier,” he said, voice low and rough. “Before the whole ‘I got a guy waiting for me’ thing.” His mouth quivered in a half-smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Guess I chickened out.”
I unfolded the note with trembling fingers, my heart threatening to crack my ribcage.
Will you be my Valentine?
I stared at the words, my vision blurring with the tears that sprang up uninvited. My lips parted, but I couldn’t speak. The simplicity of it, the rawness… it shattered me in the best way.
James shifted on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. “You don’t have to say anything,” he said quickly. “I just… I needed you to know. I’ve felt this way for a long time.”
I let the rose fall to the bed and surged forward, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to me. My lips crashed into his, pouring everything I couldn’t say into that kiss. His arms came around me instantly, crushing me against his chest as he kissed me back with the same desperate hunger.
When we finally broke apart, I cupped his face, smiling through the tears. “Yes,” I whispered. “I’ll be your Valentine.”
James exhaled shakily, his forehead resting against mine. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I smiled. “Always.”
He groaned softly, pulling me into his lap. His lips brushed against mine, softer this time. Slower. Like he was savoring the taste of the answer he’d wanted all along.
But I couldn’t resist one last poke. I ran my fingers through his hair and tilted my head. “Although, I gotta say… the other guy might be jealous.”
James froze mid-kiss and leaned back, eyes narrowing. “The fuck?”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing.
His jaw clenched, and that dark possessiveness returned, his hands gripping my waist. “Y/N…”
I couldn’t hold back the laughter anymore. I let my head fall back as it spilled out, echoing through the room. When I looked at him again, his mouth was a tight line, but his eyes were soft.
“You’re cute when you’re jealous, Hetfield,” I teased, running my fingers along his stubbled jaw.
“Yeah? Keep laughing, sweetheart,” he growled, a smirk finally breaking through. “But you’re mine now. And if that imaginary asshole ever shows up…”
“Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do?”
His lips brushed my ear, voice a low, delicious growl. “I’ll remind him exactly who you belong to”
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Give em the ole razzle dazzle
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That belly......
Those low ride pants ......
#james hetfield#metallica#papahet#papa het#james hetfield smut#mind in the gutter#pardon me while i drool
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I think about this clip all the time.
Imagine the reaction if like, Lita Ford said this about 8 guys though.
#James Hetfield#“plenty”#he's so proud of himself#NEM behind this is making me laugh#like it's sad#but it is kinda cus tub tarts make me sad#I'll think about this when I hear NEM from now on#james hetfield smut
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"What a night"

Contains: fluff and smut
Trope: Nerdy james x popular reader
Warnings: james having a huge crush on you, kissing, protected sex, public sex, some profanity, praise/ slight degradation, fingering
Enjoy!
Lately, James eyes had been on you more than ever before, and he knew exactly why. He had been paying attention to you nonstop these past few weeks, because he had a growing crush on you. You just seemed so sweet and polite to him, but he couldn't ask you out, mainly because you were so much more popular than he was. I mean, there was really no way you could've liked him back, right?
Well, he was wrong. You had noticed him looking at you in the hallways, at lunch, and even in some of your classes, not even hiding it. He was pretty cute, if you were being honest, with his long blonde hair and the goofy smile he always had plastered onto his face. It was quite adorable. Prom was coming up in the next few weeks, and he seemed like a good person to go with, especially since all the popular guys were footballers who were noisy and highly unmannered.
In english, he saw you again, and he blushed, noticing you were looking at him as you entered the class. He tilted his head down, but his eyes were still on you, watching you sit down in your seat. You began to talk to your friends, chatting before the bell rang for class to begin. Once the bell rung, the teacher got up from her desk, telling the class to settle down, and announced that she was assigning a project, and that the students could choose the groups. You looked at your friends, smiling. She let you divvy up into groups, and James was alone, his face a little bit red in embarrassment. You noticed, and invited him over to join you and your friends.
He came over to where you all were sitting, a small smile on his face. "Thank you" he said, giving you a grateful look. You smiled back, and began to work on the project with him and your friends, making sure he was included.
Over the next few weeks, you both became close friends, and he began to sit with you at your lunch table every day. You found out he was not only sweet, but he had a great sense of humour as well, and your whole table liked him a ton. He was also very polite in how he spoke, and you felt your crush on him growing each day. Prom was this weekend, and though you had already picked out a dress, you wondered if he was even going to ask, or if he even liked you back.
However, he was already planning when and where to ask you with his friends, and they had all decided on the english class after school, where you both started to first talk. On thursday afternoon, he had "forgotten" his english binder in the class, and said he needed to go get it, asking if you would come with. You followed behind him, but what you saw once you got inside the classroom made you gasp. There was a large sign that read "It'd be sweet if you'd go to prom with me" with small lollipops taped to the edges of the poster board, and you covered your mouth, a wide grin on your face. "So? will you go to prom with me?" He asked, and you let out a loud "yes!" He beamed, hugging you and giving you the flowers he had gotten just the day before.
When it was the night of prom, he seemed like he couldn't look any happier than with you on his arm. He held your hand the entire night, danced with you, and wouldn't leave your side. You highly appreciated this, and you couldn't stop smiling throughout the entire night. You took photos with him at the photo booth, and nearing the end of the small photoshoot, he gave you a small kiss right on your lips, making you blush heavily. You returned the kiss, giving him a longer lasting one, which made him grin.
The photos came out of the machine, and after that, you both left early, going to his car, where he grabbed your chin softly and kissed you, grabbing the back of your head as he got more into it. You moaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip inside, and it became heated. He placed another hand on your head, kissing you deeply, and then he broke the kiss, panting. "Backseat?" "Backseat" you giggled back, crawling into the back and lying down on the seats. He grabbed a condom from the compartments, and joined you. "Where'd that come from?" You asked, and he smiled. "I bought some just in case this might've happened" He leaned down, kissing you softly. "you're so sweet" you murmured, struggling to unzip your dress in the back. He leaned backwards, helping you sit up and he unzipped it for you, assisting you in getting out of it as well. Next your underwear came off, and so did his pants. He left his boxers on for now, knowing from his friends that in order to have good sex, the girl had to be warmed up. They had taught him how, by showing him what to with his fingers multiple times before tonight.
He pushed one finger inside of you, finding you already wet, and began to thrust it in and out softly, trying to find the spot his friends said made girls start to moan. You tightened your grip on the leather of the seat, letting out a small whimper. "r-right there" you tilted your head back, closing your eyes and enjoying the sensations. He nodded, fully concentrated on hitting that spot inside of you over and over, not changing anything up. He leaned over you, giving you another kiss, and then put another finger in. He thrust them back and forth until he felt liquid begin to drip on his fingers, and he figured that was a good thing, that meant that you were ready. He took off his boxers, sliding the condom on, and slowly pushed inside of you, being careful not to hurt you. You let out a louder moan, and he thrust slowly, beginning a rhythm that had you seeing stars. "O-oh, james" You said, gripping his hair softly, your mouth wide open in pleasure. "A-am I doing it right?" He asked, not knowing if that was a good oh or a bad oh. "Y-yes, you-you are, keep going"
He nodded, feeling good that he was doing this right and making you feel good. You gripped his shoulder tightly, feeling that coiling inside of your stomach start to bubble up. "F-fuck, i'm gonna cu-cum" you whimpered. "What's that mean?" He looked up, seeing your face looking blissed out. "is that good?" He asked, a bit nervous to what you meant. "i-it's good, very good" you assured him, feeling him hit that spot one more time before you came, moaning his name. "Am i supposed to do that too?" He questioned. "Did you not?" He shook his head. "Well do you want me to give you a handjob?" "su-sure, i guess" You nodded, taking the condom off of him, and began to rub him up and down, flicking your wrist. He tilted his head back, letting out a small moan. "you like that?" you murmured, sitting up and gently kissing his neck. He gulped, feeling your fingers dance gently over the head of his cock, rubbing the skin.
You nipped at his neck softly, leaving small love bites on the skin, going from a pink shade to a light red within a few minutes. you let go of his cock for a moment, unbuttoning his suit to get to his collarbone, your lips never leaving his neck. He was heavily blushing, the new sensations making his body respond in ways he didn't know they could. You pushed the suit jacket off, and tilted his head to the side, allowing his collarbone to show more prominently. You bit at the skin between his neck and his shoulder, marking him with larger love bites this time, and they turned dark purple. You smiled, returning your hand to his cock, massaging the head, hearing his breath hitch. He came not too long after, the pleasure of your lips and hand on him too much to handle. He collapsed in your arms, exhausted. "Was that good?" You smiled, leaning away from his neck and taking your hand off. He nodded, and you both got re-dressed, getting into the front of the car and driving back to your house. You thanked him, leaning over the center console and giving him a kiss, before leaving and entering your home.
He drove back to his own place, a goofy smile on his face. "what a night" he thought to himself, giddily happy with how it turned out.
Also, requests are open! Feel free to send some in 😁
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Metallica Masterlist


⭒ James Hetfield ⭒ Requests (open)
Playtime (16+) ˚ (suggestive, bondage contemplation, ambiguous ending)
Play Me (18+) ˚ (phone sex, partial long-distance relationship, ambiguous ending)
Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with jason, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)
Summon Me (18+) It Will Come Back (18+) ˚ (demon!james, dorm sex, oral sex while standing/carrying receiver, fingering, minor blood play, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, ambiguous/happy ending)
Deprivation (18+) ˚ (breath play, hotel sex, happy ending)
Sunny Side Up (18+) ˚ (morning sex, kitchen sex, creampie, happy ending)
Missus Eat Pavement (18+) Mister Meet Gravel (18+) ˚ (rockstar!james, smalltown!reader, oral sex, ambiguous ending)
Desert Hills Motel (18+) ˚ (traveling!james, smalltown!reader, hotel sex, happy ending)
Add One More ˚ (domestic fluff, partial angst, happy ending)
Leap Of Faith (18+) ˚ (angst, backstage sex, rough sex, happy ending)
After Afterparty (18+) ˚ (fluff, hotel sex, shower sex, long-distance relationship, happy ending)
Hell's Angel (18+) ˚ (hellsangels!au, angst, violence, sex on top of a desk, drug use, happy ending)
Backseat Paradise (18+) ˚ (car sex, light angst, fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)
Counterproductive Tendencies (multi-chapter, 18+) ˚ part one, part two, part three, part four (fluff, smut, angst, drug use, alcoholism, semi-public sex, oral sex) ⭒ ongoing series
Needy Little Fucking Thing (18+) ˚ (softdom!james, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)
(Un)Still Shots (18+) ˚ (semi-public sex, sexually explicit photography, breath play, fingering, dry humping, happy ending)
A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, semi-public sex, fingering, bondage, phone sex, mutual masturbation, creampie, happy ending)
Backstage Birthday Pass (18+) ˚ (birthday surprise, fluff, smut, oral sex, fingering, dressing room sex, mirror sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)
⭒ Kirk Hammett
A Nightmare On Elm Street ˚ (fluff, slightly suggestive, happy ending)
Scream (18+) ˚ (couch sex, rough sex, horror movie elements, happy ending)
Unwind Me (18+) ˚ (fluff, backstage sex, happy ending)
Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with jason, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)
A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, oral sex, mutual masturbation, public sex, cumshot, bondage, sex tape, roleplay, voyeurism, happy ending)
Pages Deep (18+) ˚ (fluff, smut, mutual masturbation, fingering, partial edging, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)
Blood Is Pretty (18+) Don't Ya (18+) ˚ (blood fixation, blood sharing, guided masturbation, thigh riding, oral sex, sixty-nine, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)
⭒ Jason Newsted
Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with james, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)
Extended Cut (18+) ˚ (submissive!jason, studio sex, oral sex, ambiguous ending)
Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with kirk, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)
A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, begging, bondage, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, sixty-nine, creampie, roleplaying, semi-public sex, voyeurism, vibrators, happy ending)
⭒ Lars Ulrich
Ride The Lightning (18+) ˚ (angst, rough sex, sex against drum set, happy ending)
Baseline (18+) ˚ (partial angst, fluff, oral sex, public sex in shower room, rough sex, creampie, happy ending)
⭒ Cliff Burton
You Make Loving Fun ˚ (domestic fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)
Follow My Lead ˚ (fluff, surprise birthday party, happy ending)
⭒ Dave Mustaine
A to Z (18+) ˚ (alphabetical sex list, bondage, oral sex, sixty-nine, edging, hickeys, unprotected sex, creampie, masturbation, overstimulation, bdsm, voyeurism, vibrators, happy ending)

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James Hetfield HeadCanons

lord 1999 is so beautiful and beefy I love him oh so much, like guys it’s actually insane
anywho my headcanons for S&M/99
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SFW
he’s comfortable to lay on (I don’t even know if this counts as a headcanon) ether on his arm or chest sometimes his thighs
he’s quite literally your personal bodyguard always standing behind you making sure no one’s in your way (or no one flirts with you)
lots and lots of kisses I don’t know why but he always has to kiss you like before going on stage before you leave for work before he leaves for tour/the studio always you don’t mind it though
Staying on topic with physical affection he needs his arms around you at all times always holding on to you
Literally on your shoulder on your hip/waist (and if your at an event and you’re sitting down his hand is on your thigh)
If you at a show or event with him he always makes sure your not a uncomfortable is anyway asking if your alright or if your overwhelmed and if you need to leave
He wants what’s best for his girl he also loves cooking for you especially your favourite meals (although this can go with any era) even if it might not be the best you still appreciate it
NSFW
He’s a fucking beast in bed (totally not a reference to those pair of underwear he had) he’s folding you in half literally fucking you into the mattress than going into missionary
it’s like he’s bipolar he doesn’t know if he wants to fuck you rough or not
(I read this somewhere but I don’t remember where) Jame is the kind of person to call you a good girl and a dumb slut in the same sentence (especially this era)
he’s also such a tease he’ll fuck you bring you so close to orgasm before just stopping leaving you a sobbing mess
he love to edge you literally making you cry and beg to cum before he kisses you sweetly and fucks you like a animal (NIN reference)
but after all that sex he’s bathing you with kisses and compliments and that you did so well for him before he wraps you in his arms and falls asleep
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sorry this took so long still trying to find the he time and motivation
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Till Next Time

Warnings: depression, angst
Happy Valentine's day ���☝️
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She had been acting strange these past few weeks, timid, shy, something told me she was hiding something but I couldn't quite place it. Not until she handed me the little pink stick, the positive mark undeniable. My heart almost exploded in my chest as I scooped her into my arms, placing kisses all across her face. My darling, my love, carrying our child. I didn't think I could get happier.
Over the months things started to change, I sobered up, her belly got rounded, our house became more of a home, somewhere we could raise our little family.
She looked so beautiful with her round belly and glowing skin; like an angel that had stepped straight into my life. As the weeks went by our little baby girl grew more, becoming active and kicking and squirming in her mommy's tummy. I would place my head against her stomach, my hands on either side, waiting patiently to feel my little girl move around. She didn't like being poked so I did it as often as I could just to feel her movements.
When I laid against my darling's stomach she would hold her hands in my hair, gently stroking it and smiling down at me with the loving look I had grown to know so well. It had been the greatest comfort to me since I was a kid, since we were. Every bad day became a good one as long as she was there to hold me.
When she was 8 months along almost everything was ready. A little pink nursery was finished, just waiting for one last addition to sleep in the little crib. We had a name picked out already, Cynthia; after my mom and it couldn't have been more perfect.
The night it happened was when everything changed. I woke up to my wife shaking me, a panicked and pained look on her face. I grabbed the hospital bag and her hand, gently but quickly guiding her to the car and helping her in. The whole way there she squeezed my hand tightly, groaning in pain and clutching her stomach. It was hard for me to see her like that, knowing she was in so much pain and there was nothing I could do for her.
She was in labor for almost 20 hours, sweating and crying and shaking from pain as she laid in the hospital bed. Her face was pale and exhausted as I swept hair away from her forehead and placed a gentle kiss against it. They were about to take her to the operating room for an emergency C-section. Our stubborn little girl was facing the wrong way and no matter how hard they tried to move her they couldn't.
I paced back and forth in the hallway for what felt like forever before a nurse came out holding a little pink bundle in her arms. I let out a breath and smiled widely, love filling me fully as I eagerly sat down and held my arms out.
As they handed me my sleeping baby girl I felt my heart swell more than it had ever. She was wrapped in a white hospital blanket, a small pink cap covering her little head, her soft brown tufts sticking out from underneath. To me, she was the most precious thing in the world, a little angel who looked just like her mother. I smiled down at the tiny human, cooing softly before looking back to the nurse with a smile. My heart thumped in my chest when I finally saw the expression she wore on her face.
“And my wife, how is she doing? Will she be in the room soon?” I question, my concern for darling hitting me again as I'm taken out of the trance from holding my baby girl for the first time.
“We’re so sorry, Sir, there was a complication during the surgery…she didn't make it.” The whole world stops the second those words come out of the nurse's mouth.
“What…”The word spilled out without a second thought, my body stiffened in the chair, the baby almost forgotten in my arms as I stared in disbelief.
“We did everything we could but she unfortunately passed a few moments after the baby was born. They are having her body prepared for you now.” I felt like I had been hit by a truck as the nurse continued to speak as if this was something simple for her.
I couldn't move or breathe as the nurse moved to take the baby from my arms. My wife…dead? No, it couldn't be. Just yesterday I woke up to her in my arms, smiling widely at me with her perfect lips, giggling with her soft and beautiful voice. Now she's gone?
I stood behind the glass watching them take the cover off of my wife's body, her bare, pale skin lying on the cold metal mortuary table. I felt sick and empty as I looked at my wife's shell lying there. The woman I had spent many days holding and many nights loving, the woman who was always alive and warm under my touch, cold and lifeless within a few hours. It all happened so suddenly I didn't know what to do, I couldn't cry as I looked at her. That wasn't my girl, I didn't want to believe it. My girl is coming home with me to take care of our baby, to help me change diapers, to feed her at her breast, to watch her grow. My girl wouldn't do this to me, she took my heart and promised to take care of it not to shatter it into a million pieces. Lying there on that table was not my darling and I wouldn't believe it.
The days that followed were hard. Going home to an empty house with only my baby felt strange. We had talked so many times about what it would be like to bring her home. How happy and full of life the house would feel. But now it was quiet and cold, every surface unwelcoming. The kitchen still had dishes in the sink from our last meal together. The couch still had her favorite blanket crumbled up in the corner. Our bed was unmade from our hurry to the hospital.
I place the car seat in my hand onto the floor and fall to my knees beside it. None of it had hit me until now…not until I smelled her perfume which always lingered in the air of our home. I would never smell it on her again…never curl up with her and press my nose into her freshly washed hair.
“Oh god…” I clutch my chest and let out a strangled sob, curling into a ball on the floor.
“Why'd you leave, why'd you leave! You promised to never hurt me…baby…why,” I repeat to myself through sobs, my throat painfully tight, my chest burning. In the mix of my sobs I hear a small whine from the car seat. I quickly look over and pull the small blanket back, scooping my little girl against my chest and holding her there.
“It's okay, Daddy's here,” I mutter quietly through my tears, gently rubbing her back. I wanted to fall apart, I wanted to give up and move onto the next life, meet my darling wife somewhere in the sky, but I couldn't. I had to be strong for our little baby. My new girl.
Through the years it never got easier. The reminder of my wife always lingering. Her clothes lay untouched in our dresser and closet where they would always have a home. Her perfume sat on her nightstand and whenever I missed her I'd spray it against her pillow and hold it tight, which was most nights.
My baby girl grew in front of my eyes, learning how to crawl, then walk, babbling sentences and words the best she could, and every day she looked more and more like her mom. Those same pretty bright eyes I had fallen in love with, the same girlish giggle, the same love for all things pink.
I was so proud of my little girl and her accomplishments but it was hard to see them knowing it was only me here to witness them. I wanted to look over and smile at my wife, see the same excitement in her face as mine but whenever I looked over she wasn't there. Well…I knew maybe she was in some way, watching over the two of us, but it wasn't enough and I felt selfish to say it.
When the sun shined through the bedroom window in the morning and woke me when I needed, I couldn't help but feel it was her. She was an early bird, always the one to wake first and place gentle kisses against my face to wake me. When the warm sun nipped my face in the early hours of the summer I knew she was there. When I was looking for something and it would seem to suddenly appear, I knew it was her. When I sat in the backyard and watched our little girl chase bugs and butterflies, I knew her mommy was keeping her entertained for me.
Her presence was always with me, holding me up on my worst days, helping to keep me strong for our daughter. I knew I would see her again someday, it was hard to wait but I would be with her again eventually, and as long as I got to see her pretty face once more, that's all I needed to keep a smile on mine.

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Sobbed while writing this. If I can't be happy on Valentine's Day then no one can
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Morning Lights




@metalmaidenn thank u for your precious help 🤍
Description: you and James (load era) are expecting your first child, you wake up in the morning cuddling and making love, he takes care of you making you feel loved.
Warnings: sweet love making, pregnant reader.
My nose rubs against the cool pillowcase, the numbness of the night is still heavy on my body.
Opening my eyes slightly, the warm light of the morning welcomes me, immediately flooding me with a feeling of well-being and peace. I instinctively move back to seek contact with James qsleeping behind me. His warm chest and slow, relaxed breathing lulled me and almost put me back to sleep. As I get closer to him I hear a slight moan followed by the movement of his arm that surrounds me and holds me close.
"Good morning, how are my babies today?" his low, warm voice is like a cuddle.
“Good morning to you daddy.. we're fine! This week is going great, no nausea or tiredness, we're finally settling in" I'm happy with the fact that the discomfort I felt in the previous months is slowly disappearing and that now that I'm at the end of the fourth month of pregnancy I can finally relax and enjoy every moment . James' warm hand slides towards my slightly swollen belly and begins to gently caress me, cradling me softly. “Finally! I felt bad seeing you suffer like that. It's growing... last week it wasn't like that or am I wrong?” - “Yes, it's true, I was noticing it last night, I feel more swollen than in the last few weeks. In a few months I'll be a ball” I say jokingly.
My hand meets his and our fingers cross around my navel, releasing a warmth that pervades my whole body making me feel happy, loved and complete.
We spend a few minutes in silence cuddling, touching and enjoying the moment in the silence of our home.
I feel James' kisses on my neck behind my ears which give me shivers and I instinctively squeeze his forearm with which he is holding me to him. “Your skin is so soft and fragrant, I would stay here like this all day” the sound of his voice is like honey, sweet and soft.
I wish I could stay like this all day too, in the warmth of our bed leaving the whole world outside but with James it's almost impossible to have a whole day just for us, being a rock star's wife also means this.
James' caresses slowly concentrate first my hips then my breasts. He slowly touches them, holding me to him and I can feel his erection pressing against my backside.
I know what he wants and I want it too, after months of abstinence I need it.
“Do you want to make love with me?” his breath against my neck is the drop that breaks the camel's back, I turn my face looking at him out of the corner of my eye "Please" is the only thing I say while I slowly touch the erection in his boxers with one hand. James lets out a low growl against the back of my neck as he moves my panties to the side with one hand and delicately begins to massage my folds with two fingers, slowly and gently awakening all my senses.
“I need you so bad..” I let escape from my lips, sighing and squeezing his leg with my fingers. James smiles and kisses my neck before pulling down his boxers and slowly penetrating me, wrapping his arm around me and holding my hips with his free hand. He waits for me to adapt to him and then starts moving with slow and sensual movements inside me sending shocks of pleasure throughout my body. "How do you feel? Do you like it like this?“ he whispers in my ear between sighs, I nod, letting out a light moan as confirmation.
He has never been so delicate, so attentive and thoughtful during sex, it almost seems as if he is afraid of breaking me and although I can feel his desire growing in the way he breathes and the way he keeps me attached to his body, he maintains the control in every movement holding back from being too rough. In his gestures I feel all the love he feels for me and for our baby, he caresses my hair while he continues to push himself inside me "I love you so much Y/N" he whispers panting, I feel short of breath and involuntarily my my eyes become teary, I feel a love so deep and visceral that makes me dizzy.
“Everything ok baby?” he asks me with a worried expression, decreasing his pace and giving me a kiss on the neck. “Yes Jamie this feels so good.. I love you” my words are interspersed with sighs, James starts moving inside me again slowly panting, I tighten my legs and the further friction brings me to the limit, I squeeze his leg behind me with my fingers and I push against his pubis while James continues to grind into me. “God.. oh my god James I'm coming” I tremble as I feel the orgasm spread through my body. “Let yourself go..I got you Baby” James holds me close, slightly increasing the pace and depth, my moans come out uncontrolled from my mouth as I let my body be overwhelmed by ecstasy.
While I catch my breath James stands up leaning on his elbow and looks at me moving the covers and starts kissing my shoulder tenderly, moving down my arm and then towards my hip "You're so beautiful, can you get on top of me? I want to look at you."
His words and the way he says them make my heart explode "You're droving me crazy" I smile at him and move away, James rests his head on the headboard of the bed I position myself astride him completely naked, his eyes are never been such bright states, his gaze follows my every movement. I slowly start to ride him following my rhythm, looking into his eyes and bringing his hands to my breasts, he touches me gently panting as I tighten around him.
“You're amazing” his voice altered by pleasure and his hands on my body make me lose my mind. I rest my hands on his shoulders moving up and down his length, grinding on him slowly while he looks at me in the eyes, I know damn well that this is beyond sex, is an inexplicable connection.
I'm starting to feel more tired than usual in my movements. James seems to notice it and, holding me by the hips, he starts to move under me, giving me light strokes that make me pant: "Relax baby, I'll take care of it". Our movements synchronize and after a few minutes I feel his fingers grip my hips tightly and his pace becomes more irregular, shortly after I feel his release as he continues to move, slowing his thrusts beneath me “mmmmh god this is too good.. damn” he exclaims panting as he stares at the point where our bodies join almost as if he wad bewitched. His hands move from my hips to my belly, and as I move slightly above him he gently caresses me while looking at me in adoration.
“I love you infinitely” I tell him looking into his eyes, smiling, he smiles back “I love you too”. I slowly lie down in bed partially covering myself with the blankets, I sigh satisfied and completely relaxed James kisses me on the temple as he gets up from the bed.
"Stay here, rest, I'll prepare the tub for you, okay?" Then when you're done I go to rehearsals." James knows that I love taking hot baths especially lately when I feel particularly tired. “Aww thanks baby, but aren't you late? Rehearsals start in half an hour..."I exclaim looking at him “If they start without me, no one will die, I don't want to leave you alone while you're in the tub”.
“Okay whatever you want, but come in with me” I smile at him waiting for his answer. “that's a great idea” he says winking at me.
I watch him leave the room completely naked, while I hear him doing things in the bathroom I relax, smelling his pillow, I love his smell, it's like an anti-stress for me I can never do without it.
Once the tub is ready we enter, I position myself between his legs, leaning against his chest. The hot water makes me relax to the point that I almost fall asleep as he kisses my temples and massages me with his hands while humming a melody in my ear in a low voice.
How I wish all days started like this.
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Current James seducing a younger+naive reader? Lying to her that he’ll pull out but instead filling her up? Of course after a few months she ends up pregnant and she’s scared but that was his plan all along?
A/n: I wrote a good chunk of this story and then my computer glitched and I FUCKING LOST IT I'm losing my mind :D
Warnings: smut, daddy kink, size kink, belly bulge, age gap, breeding kink, mirror sex, dubious consent, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You were part of the crew for the 72 Seasons tour, mostly just running errands for the rest of the crew but occasionally you'd get jobs straight from the band.
James saw you around and thought you were cute, young and innocent, perfect for him, so he made it his mission to talk to you as much as possible; at the airport, on bus rides, backstage, wherever he could find you.
This continued after the tour, he got your number and used it regularly to see how you were doing, inviting you over for dinners, cooking and cleaning while he was on call with you.
It was on one of your dinners that he planned to finish what he'd started.
"Sorry for the late notice, I wasn't planning on dinner." He said to you over the phone, leaning back into the seat of his car as he drove up the highway on one of his drives. "I just had a bad day, you know? Dealing with Lars... I just want to see you, sweetheart." He said, knowing the petname made your knees weak.
"I'll be there soon, Jamie, just let me get ready." You responded, already closing the app you were ordering dinner from.
"I'm sure you'll look pretty no matter what you've got on." He said, grin widening. "Especially if you've got nothing on." Your brain short-circuited at that and he laughed at your silence. "I'll get dinner started before you get here." He ended the call with a dorky kiss, something you were used to from him.
It was late, which was exactly what he wanted. There wasn't a practice, no plans for a new album, there was nothing. James spent all day at home just waiting for the perfect chance to talk to you.
Everything went as usual, you talked and laughed and ate and when it was time to clean the dishes James acted like he hadn't even considered how late it would be when it was time for you to head home.
"Why don't you just stay here?" He offered. "It's too late to drive, just stay the night."
You thought it over in your head, it was late, you didn't feel like driving. You took James up on his offer and let him lead you through the maze of a house he had to a room once you were done with the dishes.
He'd given you a tour of his house before but it was huge and you always got lost, the only rooms you knew were the kitchen, the bathroom nearest to it, and the living room, though you didn't spend much time there. You didn't think twice when James showed you to his room, you didn't know it was his.
The door closed behind him and his lips were on yours in an instant, hands roaming your body, mentally mapping out every curve of your figure while pulling you out of your clothes until you were left in just your underwear in front of him.
He tugged at the lacey band of your panties. "Who were you wearing these for, sweetheart?" He let go of the strap and it snapped back to your skin, making you jump. "Just wanted to feel pretty under your clothes?"
You bit your lip as he spoke to you, looking down at you with a dark lust swirling in his eyes.
Without a response he led you further into the room. You stood in front of the mirrored closet doors, saw how James towered over you, how his hands held your hips. "I'm gonna ruin you, sweetheart." He leaned down, lips caressing the shell of your ear as he whispered. "And you're gonna watch, and you're gonna love every fucking second of it, isn't that right?"
You nodded, thighs pressing together. "Yes, Jamie, of-of course." He chuckled at your eagerness, the shine in your eyes evident.
"Keep that energy, sweetheart, and I'll give you anything you want." He said as he pulled his shirt over his head. You'd seen him shirtless before, he often showed you his tattoos and muscles, he liked showing off and you indulged his habits.
His jeans followed shortly afterwards and his boxers didn't stay for long. He was eager to be inside you.
He pushed his hard cock against your ass, calloused hands on your waist. "Take them off for me." He said, looking over you in the mirror.
You reached behind your back and unclipped your bra, letting the straps fall limply off your shoulders and to the ground before pushing your panties down to your ankles and kicking them off, leaving you just as naked as he was.
His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight to him. One arm went over your chest while the other went to your stomach, hand moving lower and his fingers slipped between your folds.
James groaned, feeling how wet you were already. He slipped a finger into you with ease. You gasped as he did so, back arching. "Oh, you're naughty." He said, danger in his voice. "Already played with yourself earlier, didn't you?" You swallowed thickly and gave a small nod. "Just couldn't wait, could you?"
You shook your head. "I-I'm sorry, Jamie, every-every time I come over I have to." You looked at him through the mirror, a pout tugging at your lips as you did. "I just think about you and I-I can't help myself." You rambled, thighs pressing together again around his hand.
"Got yourself all prepped for daddy." He mused, kissing your cheek and moving down to your neck. "Such a good little thing." He pulled his finger out of you and brought his hand to his cock, giving it a few good pumps. "Just stay pretty for daddy while he fucks you, yeah?" You nodded eagerly, pushing your hips back on him.
James pushed his tip through your folds, gathering your wetness before pushing into you and bottoming out with one thrust. You moaned loudly, knees buckling at the stretch but James held you up right.
He brought his hand back to your hip, holding you in place while he gave you time to adjust. "Fuck, you're so tight." He groaned, looking over you in the mirror again, the slight bulge that formed in your stomach from his cock.
He pulled back only to slam back into you, drawing another moan from you. His eyes never left the bump in your gut, watching it come and go with every thrust. His hold on your hips tightened as his thrusts got faster and harsher, all to see you come undone at his hands.
"That's it, sweetheart, don't take your eyes off the mirror." He cooed, resting his chin on your shoulder, guiding your gaze to the mirror in front of you so you could see the way your body jolted with every buck of his hips, the way your face morphed in pleasure. "Such a perfect little thing for daddy." He mused.
You were clenching around his pulsing cock, aching for release. A realization dawned on you and your eyes widened. "Condom!" You said, grabbing at his arm over your chest. "We-we need a-agh, oh god, a-a condom."
James huffed, irritation slipping into his mind at your worry. "Don't worry about that, just relax." He said, lips going back to your neck.
"Jamie, we-we need a condom, what if-!"
"I'll pull out, alright?" He bit, turning your head with his hand so he could shut you up with a kiss. His other hand, the one on your hip, went back to your cunt, this time to rub your clit and snap the knot building in your gut.
You'd been waiting for James since the start of the tour, when he first talked to you. He was much older, you figured it would never happen, he saw you as a daughter that's why he called you sweetheart, why he always tried to cook for you and take care of you, why he wanted you close. That's what you told yourself, there was no way he was into you, it was all in your head.
He was buried deep inside you, groans becoming more frequent as he neared his own high while you rode out your own around his cock. Your eyes were glazed over, lips parted in a soft 'oh', you'd have no idea if he came inside you now.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he came, abdomen tightening with the last few thrusts to push his seed deep in you.
He turned you around, pushing right back into you the second he could to keep his cum in you to marinate. James carried you to the bathroom and set you down on the counter, your legs wrapped around his hips as he used a cloth to wipe you down, using warm water to clean the thin layer of sweat off your body.
It was late, you were tired, your body was tired, you fell asleep in his arms with his cock in you before he even finished cleaning up. It was perfect in his mind, he could carry you to bed and let you fall asleep on of him without worrying about you trying to get off him.
You stuck with him for a while after that, finally getting the relationship you wanted. James let you keep some things at his place, you weren't spending much time at your apartment anymore anyway so most of your clothes ended up there, not that you wore them in the house, usually opting for James's clothes.
James was sitting in bed, going through something on his phone when you hesitantly came out of the bathroom and crawled in next to him.
He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you tighter to his side. "What is it?" He asked, a smile already forming on his face. He knew what you were going to tell him.
Your hand trembled as you handed him a positive pregnancy test.
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First time-James Hetfield
Cockwarming-Dave Mustaine
Wax play-Kirk Hammett
Somnophilia-James Hetfield
Blindfold-James Hetfield
Knife Kink-Kirk Hammett
Aftercare-Kirk Hammett
Rough sex-Dave Mustaine
Sex Pollen-Lars Ulrich
Car Sex-Dave Mustaine
Daddy Kink-James Hetfield
Bondage Sex-Dave Mustaine
Bath Sex-Kirk Hammett
Stripping-James Hetfield
Lap dance-Dave Mustaine
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Oh to sit on his lap and grind against his huge çøćķ
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Oh! Hello James!
#james hetfield#metallica#papahet#papa het#james hetfield smut#metallica smut#love this view#could get really used to this view#totally lost in dirty thoughts view
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