#james hetfield x reader

[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.

[wizard-on-whales]

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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[mariskiii]

James and baby Castor at SKOM !!

[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

[shhinigamii]

Papa Het 💋

[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

[itsmealaiah]

"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 😁

[broidobe]

𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

not requested

⁎⁺˳✧༚metallica masterlist

always going to some kinds of bar

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

he’s all over you

kissing you while you are talking to someone

stealing you away while you are talking to another person

he's sooo protective

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

he stands right next to you, hand around your waist

always taking you on some sort of date

always has you in the studio

kirk has compared you two to yoko and john 

in which you thought was very…unkind

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

that earned him silent treatment for a considerable amount of time

always making jokes about people together

that guy looks like he would…

holy shit is that…

brings you everywhere

points at you while on stage and winks

flexes on the other members (especially lars)

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

did you know that y/n…

imagine not having someone like y/n

lars responds with a sassy little eye roll and walks away

[megadeth42069]

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)

[wizard-on-whales]

Do you think James drew and designed that little logo thing and liked it so much he decided to put it on his vest AND on a shirt?

I like to imagine him relaxing on the couch or something with a sketchbook and just doodling away

[mariskiii]

James gf in the 80s using his clothes ⊹₊ ⋆

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Favourite Crew

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[reincarnationoftheparty]

spot the differen-YEAH THATS RIGHT CUZ YOU CANT DUH

[shhinigamii]

do you guys still fw me?🥺

[nausicaamusiclover20]

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