#james hetfield x reader

[ilovepapahet]

imagine walking in on James jerkin it and I mean JERKIN IT

he’s head fallen back again the pillows of your shared bed, his legs spread WIDE and his HANDS moving up and down at a god like pace

his abdomen is flexing as his cock twitches in his big now messy with pre cum hands, as well as the slutty wet sounds from jorkin it

at some points he thrusts up into his hands, but he has to stop because of how bad his rhythm as gotten that he has to restart

his forehead and chest are glistening with sweat as well as his hair that it’s literally pornographic at this point

the noises that he’d let out that only YOU have the pleasure of hearing

[wizard-on-whales]

He went from looking like a white trash duchebag to such a sweetheart with one hair cut

Oh load James....my beloved 🙏

[mariskiii]

this man must be illegal in some countries...

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

I BEG YOUR PARDON, IM GONNA NEED A PART TWO TO THAT FIC YOU JUST WROTE TO SLEEP PROPERLY

-sincerely, same person who requested it

A/n: This is not late at all right on time don't lie to yourself I'm practicing my gaslighting

Warnings: Smut, mutual masturbation, use of toys, daddy!kink, degradation, phone sex, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 1

You found the nearest camera, the one in the living room, but then you had a better idea and went outside to the front porch. You still had James on your cell, he was doing whatever on the computer to find you.

"Come on now, sweets, tell daddy where you are." He urged, flipping through the camera's he had throughout the large property.

"Come find me~" You purred, stripping while watching the camera closely, waiting for it to find you.

You heard it the moment James saw you, the camera turned to you and James let out a heavy sigh, a roughness to the sound. "Oh, sweetheart... what a good girl for me." He could already feel his cock twitching back to life, hand finding it fast and gripping the base. "Sit your ass down." You smiled and took his order, sitting in a nearby chair.

There was a cool breeze, you wouldn't lie and say James and you had never done anything around the property, you'd just never done anything by yourself outside, and definitely not in view of the road where people could just drive by and see you.

"So fucking wet, I can fucking see it on the camera." James groaned, stroking himself real slow, eyes glued to the screen of his laptop. "Use two fingers, do your best to stretch yourself out, just like you're prepping for daddy to come home." You nodded, hooking your knees over the armrests of the chair and bringing your hand to your cunt, pushing two slender fingers past your needy opening.

They got sucked in with a soft moan, James watched your lips part as the noise left you. You knew your body well enough, curling your fingers and finding that good spot, the spongey one that had your vision going white. "That's good... Go slower." James instructed. You whined but listened, slowing down the pace your fingers were pumping in and out of you. "Slower, sweetheart." Your eyes widened slightly and your brows knit together.

"Jamie, I-"

"Jamie?" He asked. "Come on, do you even want to cum? Say my name right." His voice was harsh, sharp and threatening.

You huffed. "Daddy, I can't go any slower or my fingers won't move..." You whined, lips pursed into a pout. You couldn't see it but James's grin widened, his cock twitching as he watched you sit there, all helpless and alone.

"And I said go slower, you wouldn't want to disrespect daddy now would you?" He knew you'd listen and shake your head. "Sit there with your fingers inside, don't fucking move."

Cockwarming him was one thing, you never lasted more than an hour and even that was one time because he was working on something so you couldn't do anything. James was big, thick and veiny, girthy, he made you needy and when he would twitch inside you you'd lose it and start bouncing on his cock until he flipped you over, pinned you to the nearest surface, and blew your brains out with his load.

Your fingers did nothing. You had a hard enough time getting yourself off, that's why you loved James because he was experienced and he knew how to touch you, just what you liked. His fingers were thick and calloused, yours were slim, manicured shorter than his. They didn't do much when they were moving, just sitting with them in you in the cold with cars passing by...

James watched you get progressively more pissed off as he groaned into the speaker, watching you sit there all huffy and bored, uncomfortable even. "Alright, sweet girl, go to the bedroom and then wait for my instructions, can you do that?" You nodded eagerly, pulling your fingers from your cunt and racing into the house, running straight to your shared room. James chuckling in your ear the whole way up only fueled your need. "Get that clear toy I like."

You flicked the lights on and went to the closet, pulling out the small box of toys James kept for you for when he was away and you were missing him, of if he wanted to have a little extra fun with you. You pulled out the clear toy, only six inches and much slimmer than James, not what you were used to at all but it would work.

There was a camera in the corner of the room by the door, so it could see the whole room when it was aimed properly. Now it was aimed at the foot of the bed, the floor. "Sit pretty for me." He instructed, hand moving along his length once more, a little bit faster now. "Stick that pretty toy on the ground, get on your knee, and you're going to listen very close, do you understand?" He watched you nod but it wasn't good enough. "Use your words, slut! Daddy needs to hear you."

You suctioned the toy to the ground and looked to the camera, holding your phone to your ear. "I understand..." You paused, nearly forgetting a very important part of that statement. "Daddy."

James chuckled lowly over the line and nodded approvingly. "Good girl, now look at the camera and you're going to take all of it slowly." You kneeled over the toy, cunt hovering over it and then sinking down, obeying James's command. "Good... and up all the way.... good, back down." You followed his orders for what felt like forever, the painfully slow pace infuriating you.

"Please, daddy, let me go faster?" You begged, looking up at the camera with your best pout and beadiest eyes. James was following your movements, his hand moving with you on his cock so he could pretend. It felt much better for him than it did for you.

"No, this is good for you, maybe it'll teach you to be a good girl." You chewed your cheek, something snapping in you at that. He wasn't here, you wouldn't have to deal with the fallout for at least another month or two... however long it was until he came back.

You dropped yourself on the toy, a moan falling from your lips. "Bitch!" James barked. "Do yourself a favour and listen." You thought about it for a moment before shaking your head and riding the toy like you wanted to ride him, fast, picturing his rough hands holding your hips and guiding your movements up and down, hips snapped against his.

As angry as he wanted to be with you your defiance was hot to him, not nearly as hot as watching you get yourself off, but definitely hot. "Fuck, you're just asking for it when I get back, huh?" He asked, hand moving faster along his length. He could feel another high approaching him, his third while you were barely reaching for a first. "Both know you're not getting yourself off, just gonna spend all day on your knees for nothing, begging daddy to come back." His words were helping, he knew they would and he could hear your moans getting higher.

"In the nightstand, baby." He muttered, making you pause to think for just a moment. You got up and grabbed the bullet vibrator he kept in his nightstand and went back to where you were. You bent over, giving him a good view of your ass before pushing the toy into your pulsing pussy and turning it on. Immediately it had an affect on you, making it hard to stand.

You went back to the toy on the ground and resumed your pace, though it was harder with the toy. Each time you took the toy in it pushed the bullet deeper, hitting all the best spots. Your movements became erratic, James's groans followed the pattern, his hand losing its rhythm as well as he held back his orgasm. "C'mon, pretty girl, cum for me, cum for daddy." He was on the verge of begging, he needed this so bad. Pre was leaking out of his tip and dripping down his hand. "Be a good girl for daddy." Spurts of cum were already shooting from his cock onto the screen when you finally came, chest heaving and eyes rolling back as loud moans ripped from you.

James swiped a finger across the screen, gathering his cum and licking it off his pointer. "Go on and crawl back into bed, ok?" He muttered, it was nearly noon for you now, you'd not done much all day and your eggs were waiting for you downstairs, probably cold now. "Just wait for daddy to get there, I'll get a flight back tomorrow. Be ready."

[reincarnationoftheparty]

spot the differen-YEAH THATS RIGHT CUZ YOU CANT DUH

[hetfieldcest]

Warnings; smut, p and v unprotected, good girl usage, rough ,idk

-Angels of Passion 1986

You and James were tangled in the sheets, having spent the entire night talking and messing around. As the clock read 1:58 in the afternoon, James slowly opened his eyes, slightly strange. He glanced over at you, still soundly asleep. Looking to the bed next to him, Lars was nowhere to be found. With a low groan, James rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the grogginess.

James shifted slightly in the bed before his eyes slightly widened. he sat up and quickly lifted the sheet off of him, noticing the bulge in his boxers. "Jesus Christ..." he mumbled under his breath, a hint of frustration in his voice. He cast a glance at you, still asleep in the bed with messy bed hair and a dried-up drool on your cheek. With a small grunt, he rose from the bed and headed towards the bathroom, hoping it would just magically go away.

a couple minutes later it just wouldn’t go away, he huffed silently and headed back to the room. He opened the door to see you, still a little groggy as you rubbed the dried-up drool off your cheek and attempted to tame your messy hair. He walked over to you and sat on the bed by your side. "Morning, baby." Using his fingers, he gently brushed through your tangled locks, his touch soft and comforting.

“Morning,” you grumbled, leaning your head on james’s shoulder and closing your eyes. he kissed the top of your head and let out a long exhale. “

"Good morning," you mumbled sleepily, resting your weary head on James' shoulder and closing your eyes. In response, he gently kissed the top of your head and let out a long, but it was because you only made his erection grow more. You lifted the sheets off of you and james quickly looked at your panties, never taking his eyes off as you began to put on your shorts.

He could feel himself grow harder and harder, even when he closed his eyes and tried to think about other things. You wrapped your arm around James’s shoulder and laid the both of you down before your eyes noticed the rock-hard bulge in his boxers. You quickly sat back up at covered your mouth, trying not to laugh. “babe,” you said, holding back laughter. He sat up as well “I know, I know!” he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed a little, you scooted closer to him a little. “Do we have any condoms?” you asked, gently rubbing his thigh.

He reached over and opened the drawer next to him and scrambled in it, looking for a condom. “Fuck, we don't.” he huffed. You thought for a moment before remembering, “Oh yeah, we used the last one a week ago!” you recited with a small smile on your lips as if it was a funny memory. He groaned a little before he slid off his boxers, his cock springing out free. “That feels so much better,” he whispered.

You leaned your head on his shoulder. “We can try to be careful. Y’know, since you're always telling me that we don't need a condom because you ‘know how to keep it safe’.” he looked at you with a slight glare. “You clearly don't know what a joke is…” he grumbled and you slightly furrowed your brows. “sounds like you don't want me to help,” you said slightly teasingly. He groaned an slid off his boxers fully and grabbed your shorts, forcefully taking them off, something you never expected him to do.

You lightly giggled and captured his lips, you kissed him passionately while he kissed you desperately. his tongue slipped into your mouth and explored the familiar surroundings, you’re fingers gently touched his cock feeling how much he needed this, how he needed you. He pulled away from your lips, a small saliva string still connected your lips together before he wiped it off and quickly moved his mouth to your pussy.

He gently kissed your clit as he raised your knees to your chest, you whimpered slightly and he quickly dove in. licking a thick strip in between you legs and hungrily eating you out, your hand gripped his hair and lightly pushed him closer. he softly moaned against your core and it caused you to arch your back slightly, his tongue then began to go in and out of you. you gasped and wrapped your legs around his head, his muffled moaned stirring you up and you began to grind yourself against his face.

he held your thighs close to him before pinching you, a signal to let go, you sighed softly and released him. He sat up and He couldn't wait any longer. He pushed you back onto the bed and spread your legs apart again, positioning himself between them once more and shoved himself inside you with a groan, he loved how soft your pussy felt. Your back arched and you moaned out in ecstasy. “Fuck…!” He held your hips tightly as he started to thrust in and out of you, his pace rough and deep. He grunted with each thrust, his eyes rolling back slightly at the feeling of being inside you. His thrust caused the headboard to hit the wall repeatedly.

And the sound of the headboard hitting the wall only spurred him on more. He leaned down and bit your shoulder. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans mixed with his animalistic grunts. You and him both never knew he could get this hard and fast.

“oh shit James!” you moaned out, knowing you couldn’t take the fast and rough pace. In an instant you released on his cock, your juices dripping down onto the bed, his nails digging deep into you as he then emptied himself into you. “fuck!” he groaned through his teeth. His warm seed spilled into you and dripped out of you as he pulled out.

his cock was still hard in his hand. “t-turn around…” He said breathlessly. You slowly nodded your head and flipped over, your face resting on the pillow while your ass was up. He gripped them and squeezed them tightly before giving them a light smack, causing you to softly moan. He leaned down and harshly bit it, causing you to lift your head up and gasp. He sat back up and pushed inside, you whimpered and bit the pillow. he leaned over you back and quickly thrusted, yours and his juices mixing together and the slick noise filled the room.

“J-James!” you muffled into the pillow, as your mixed juices dripped down your thigh and into the bed. he pushed your head deeper into the pillow as he kissed your shoulders. “good girl, good girl…” He whispered, something you both again thought he would never say. James was determined to cum again, anything to make him do it just one more time. He lifted your shirt and unclipped your bra, not caring if you fully took it off or not but he began to knead your breasts with his hands. Your back arched and you began to move your hips along with his thrusts.

James let out a prolonged moaned and your climax hit you by surprise you, you came hard around his cock and he kept thrusting. But your wetness caused james’s cock to slip out of you but he didn’t stop and he continued to smash his hips against your ass. He then noticed and quickly put himself back in and just a couple more thrusts he had spilled inside of you again. He groaned as his hips shook, he slowly pulled out, his cum dripping out of you and onto the bed.

you slowly fell onto the bed and flipped onto your back, slowly catching your breath. James fell next to you and breathed heavily, you both found each other’s hand and intertwined them together.

[papahetsleftnut]

oh my god???

i could write like thirty fics about this man in 2 weeks. (my fics in my drafts are buns)

[shhinigamii]

Papa Het 💋

[villainsapologist]

Skom James fucking u for the first time since getting out of rehab ⁉️he gets so lost in the sauce that he starts whimpering and begging ‼️

A/N: one eternity later...

Warnings/Tags: James Hetfield x Fem Reader, SMUT, very lewd language, RPF, oral (f!receiving), p in v, creampies, premature ejaculation, ass eating (kinda), 1.7k words, explicit content 18+

It feels like forever. You missed him so much that it hurts. James had been away getting the help he needed and you were so proud of him. 

Unfortunately, that also meant that for the first few days you had no contact with him and after that it was heavily restricted and monitored. You got to talk on the phone once per week and it was only for a couple of minutes. 

The calls usually consisted of I love you’s and I miss you’s. That was all you two had time for.

Marking the final ‘X’ on your calendar, you’re buzzing with excitement. Today was the day James finally got to come home. 

He said he didn’t want you to make a big deal out of it. That he was content with just being back home with you. 

Respecting his wishes you settled for some Welcome Home balloons and a cake. 

— — —

When James came through the door with his luggage in hand, he wasted no time cupping your face in his hands and smashing his lips against yours.

You wanted to welcome him home, give an entire spiel about how proud you were— but nope.

He gathers you in his arms with no words, his tongue down your throat. 

As his lips move to your neck you get the opportunity to speak, just as soon as you got to catch your breath.

“Hi baby. I missed you so much!” In response all you get is a low grunt.

You catch on to how this welcome home greeting is going to go and accept your fate.

James carries you up the stairs to your shared bedroom. The room where for the past few agonizing weeks you slept alone. 

He sets you on the bed so that you're standing. He’s so tall that you are still able to be face to face with him. 

“I need you so fucking bad baby.” You can see the desperation in his eyes. Reaching out, you touch his face and he takes your hand into his, bringing it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on your fingers. 

“I’m right here James, take whatever you want from me.” 

He begins to peel your bottoms off, first your yoga pants then your panties. 

As you go to remove your top you’re stopped by his hands moving you down to lay on the bed.

You let out a squeal as he flips you over to lay on your stomach. His arm scooping you up by the waist so that your face is buried in the sheets and your ass is up in the air.

“So fucking perfect.” You feel his breath on your pussy so you're pretty sure he wasn’t necessarily talking to you.

“Ohhh fuck–” You let out as James buries his face in your ass. His tongue licking a long strip from your clit to your asshole.

You fist the sheets tightly, your eyes squeezing shut. He moves back to your pussy, his tongue continues to swirl around your hole, getting it nice and wet. 

James pushes his tongue into you ensuring to hold you firmly around the waist. He moves his head from side to side and you can feel the hairs on his chin brushing ever so slightly on your clit.

You're a writhing whining mess as James holds nothing back from his assault on you.

He’s a man starved— lapping at your juices as they spill from your leaking cunt. 

Your legs begin to shake as you feel the tightness building in your lower abdomen. You're drooling into the sheets beneath you as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

All that James hears from you are the faint ahh’s and ohh’s that you whimper out. 

He feels that you're close and moves a finger to rub your clit, his tongue still working its way in and out of you. 

“James please—” He squeezes your side harder. 

Still being a man of little words in this moment, he complies with your request to cum by picking up his pace. He switches his tongue and fingers— inserting his middle and index fingers into you while his tongue laps at your clit.

This new rhythm unravels you in five seconds flat. He gets to move his fingers in and out of you maybe three times before he feels the extra squelch and wetness around them. 

He holds you tightly as you try to squeeze your legs together. You haven't orgasmed like this since before James left. 

You tried to get yourself there on your own while he was away but it just wasn't the same. You needed him.

As you try to catch your breath and come down from your high, you collapse into the bed, your knees weak. 

In your post climax haze you feel James gently turning you over on your back. 

You lay there satisfied as your chest rises and falls, your eyes closing. 

That was until you heard the familiar sound of his belt being undone.

Immediately you feel the heat blossom in your stomach. It was pavlovian at this point. The clink of the buckle never failed to make you begin to leak between your thighs.

James doesn't say anything he just moves between your legs, his broad body forcing them wide open.

His face instantly falls into your neck as he lines his cock up with your entrance. 

With one long deep stroke he buries himself completely in you. Your mouth going wide as you gasp at the feeling of being filled completely with him.

Everything is so slippery down there. You just came mere seconds ago and the feeling of James’ weight on top of you was doing something extraordinary for you.

You completely wrap your legs around him— locking them in place. Your hands clawing at his back.

“It’s so good baby…” You cry out as your nails dig into him. “You always fuck me so good.”

James only responds in grunts and groans. It’s the only way you know that he’s even hearing you.

By now he’s practically grinding into you. The hairs at the base of his cock stimulate your clit as he moves his body on yours.

You feel his teeth on your neck. He nips and licks at you, moving to your collarbone and over to the next side. He is definitely leaving marks.

You're blissed out— enjoying everything that he is giving you, your second orgasm slowly creeping up on you.

That was until you felt it. The warm milky white substance that you knew all too well.

He just came— with no warning. 

“Baby did you just—” You’re cut off by his loud groan in your ear.

James doesn’t stop. He just keeps fucking you— sliding in and out as his seed spills out of you with each thrust.

He lifts up his head from your neck and rests his forehead against yours. 

His eyes trail down your body to where the two of you are connected. He stares intently watching you swallow him up everytime he goes in. His cock is a mess, it’s covered in both your cum. 

“Fuuuck me—” It’s literally the third thing he has said since he got home. “Need it so fucking bad please.”

James was not really quiet in bed but he definitely never did all this begging and whimpering.

His face goes back to the crook of your neck.

“I love your pussy so fucking much, please cum for me baby.” 

You feel something wet on your skin. Maybe it was sweat— maybe it was his tongue.

But as James rises up again to look you in the eyes, you see his glistening.

“Please— please…” He lets out with his eyebrows knitted.

He really must have missed you because you have never seen him this desperate and unraveled for you.

Usually James fucks you with confidence, making it clear that he was the one responsible for making you come undone. You were the one doing the begging and crying.

However, today the roles seemed to have been reversed.

“I don’t ever want to be away from you ever again. I can’t stand it.” He’s rambling, breath uneven as he goes as deep as possible every time.

You pull him close— chest to chest, and kiss him hard. You move your hand to his hair and start grinding up against him. You lift your lower half off the bed to meet his strokes.

“I’m right here James, you have me. I promise.” You flutter around his cock, still milking him. He slips in so easily.

“I need you to come. I need your perfect cunt to cum around me— please I can't take it.” 

Moving your fingers down to your clit you begin to rub yourself in circles. As a result your pussy clutches on to James even tighter.

This sends him over the edge, his forehead is drenched in sweat. He squeezes his eyes shut as his mouth contorts into that O shape. 

“Ohh my— fuck!” It’s all he says as he spills into you for the second time. Following suit, your back arches as you cum again around him. 

The lewd sounds of James still moving in and out of you are intensified by the wet slaps caused by all the cum making its way out of your hole. 

“Thank you so much. I love you so much.” He cries between breaths. 

Finally he slows down his strokes, halting deep inside you as he collapses on you. But it was only for a second, he’s still careful not to crush you. He rolls over onto his back and lays you on his chest.

He wraps his arms around you tightly. 

As you both stabilize your breathing you just lay there taking in each other. You listen to his heartbeat as it begins to slow down to its normal rate.

“You really missed me huh?” You ask him. However, there was no response.

You peer up at his face— yeah he’s asleep.

Letting out a chuckle you move up to place a peck on his lips and bring the blanket over to cover both of you.

With that you close your eyes and snuggle into him. You missed him so much.

[gearsofwaar]

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

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

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

And then there was him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then, it was over.

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

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

What the hell had she been thinking?

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

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

They were the opening act tonight.

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

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

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

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

"Where you headed?" he asked, smirking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

can i please get 5 big booms from you guys (reblogs)

[ilovepapahet]

James Hetfield HeadCanons

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

anywho my headcanons for S&M/99

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SFW

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NSFW

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[wizard-on-whales]

All of the stars will realign and world peace will happen the day James finally goes shirtless on stage again 🙏

TAKE IT OFF BIG BOY.

Licking my screen

[mariskiii]

James Hetfield and his fluffy hair on the back of his neck...

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Lost Somewhere in Time

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

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

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

Part 2 Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know, but he’s stupid.”

“I’m you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Give em the ole razzle dazzle

[bew1txched]

"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. 

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