#metallica

[polar-3clipse]

James and his fuckass mullet❤️❤️

[yankikkie]

playing guitar together🎸

[iiheartt]

doodles

[saul-gone-man]

HATE! I’M YOUR HATE!

[metallicames]

From: "yes Sir I'll take your daughter home at 10 pm"

To: "Your daughter calls me daddy too"

@metalmaidenn our minds always connected

[mentalmilkshakes]

James & Kirk

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Anything distantly farm related with James has me man

Gardening with him

Watching him and his little beekeeping hobby

Sucking his tiddies like he’s a cow 🤤

james in overalls

okay that’s all i needed to say thank you

[wizard-on-whales]

Obsession so bad Pinterest sends me emails about him

[duffsmckagan]

It’s 2025 and we still do not have James’s sex tape filmed by Kirk 😔.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

I want james to be so mad at me that he fucks me as rough and deep as it gets. Oh! And throw a spit kink for good measure. (Please)

Warnings: smut, rough sex, degradation, praise kink, spit kink, implied age gap and height difference, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

This picture and him talking you through touching yourself 🤤

It was a rough tour, Lars was unusually annoying, which was a hard feat for even him. James was getting finally sober and it was taking everything in him to not head to the nearest bar after the show.

They had hotels for the night, which didn’t happen often so he was excited, or he would be if he wasn’t feeling violently angry.

He just flopped over into bed, still in his clothes from the show. He knew he had to change and shower while he could but he couldn’t bring himself to. Then there was a knock at the door.

“What?!” James called, barely holding himself up from the bed. You called for him but didn’t say anything else before knocking again. You were just a crew member sent to inform him of the flight delays for the next morning. “What! What the fuck do you want?!” He yelled again.

You flinched from the other side of the door. “I-I need to come in, sir.” You stammered out, already feeling like this was a bad idea. Your suspicions were confirmed when you heard his heavy footsteps coming across the room.

The door swung open and you were met face to face with all six feet of James’s fury. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pushed you across the slim hallway, pinning you to the wall. “Speak.” He ordered.

You held his wrists but it did nothing to get him off of you. “Uh, there-there’s a storm coming, all flights are grounded until, uh, until further notice… I think…” you explained, squeaking out the last part.

“You think?” He asked, lifting you off the ground. “Are you fucking kidding me? You come here with news like that and you just think?!” He stared at you a moment, seeing the panic in your eyes. He pulled away from you, letting you down again. “Spit or swallow?” He asked. Your face flushed a deep shade of red. “Forget it, doesn’t matter, c’mere.” He ordered, leading you into his room.

To say you didn’t find James attractive was just a lie, a terrible one. He was big and tall and you’d heard every story about him in bed, even finding groupies after they got out of his dressing room and asking about him. He’d caught you staring at him, which was why he figured you’d be fine with this, and you were, but you were still caught way off guard.

He was kissing your neck and saying you looked pretty like the girls all said. He pushed you on the bed and ordered you to strip, which you obviously obliged.

“Wait.” He said once you’d gotten down to your panties and bra, a matching lacy lingerie set. “What’re you wearing that for?” He asked. “Expecting someone?” He pushed you further onto the bed, making you lay down. He was only in his boxers as well, you’d been eyeing him closely, from his muscular legs, the pudge of his belly, the hair trailing out of his waistband and under his arms, his tattoos. You could feel the heat between your legs.

“Maybe…” You said, trying to play along with him, but it was hard when he was already pissed and scary, and so fucking hot.

“Fucking whore.” He bit, hovering over you, pushing your legs up. “That’s why you came up here, isn’t it? Hoping I’d finally fuck you, right?” His hand came down on your thigh, making you yelp. “Swallow, pretty girl.” He ordered. You opened your mouth, wanting to be disgusted as he spat into your mouth, but you couldn’t be, you loved it, the taste of him, of cigarettes in his saliva as it slid down your throat. “Good girl, guess you could be good for something.”

That’s all you ever wanted to be, a good girl for him. You yearned for his praise, aching for his attention and affection, you were made for him, made to be his perfect cocksleeve.

“Be quiet, the walls are thin.” He grunted, pushing his tip into your cunt. You bit your lip, muffling the moan you wanted to let out as he slammed the rest of his cock into you. He had no remorse of sympathy, not waiting for you to get used to him before pounding you.

He pushed your knees into your chest, feet over his shoulders as he folded you in half. You slapped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet, he filled you up just right, cock stretching you out so good.

“Doing your best and you still can’t shut up.” He said through gritted teeth. “Pretty good sock, though, let me hear how easy you are.” You didn’t hesitate, jaw dropping as moans flooded past your lips. You gripped the sheets tightly in you fists, this was all you’d wanted since the tour started. “Fuck, what a good little slut.”

Your head fell back. “Oh fuck, James!” You moaned, back arching off the bed. He smiled widely, proud of how quickly he could ruin you, didn’t even have to find your g-spot, his cock hit every spot without even trying, each harsh snap of his hips bringing you closer to the edge.

“Gonna cum?” He asked, laughing at how close you were, how fast he brought you to orgasm. “Come on then, soak my cock like the whore you are, fucking milk it with your pretty little puss.” His words were so filthy, praise hidden in degrading words, it made the knot in your stomach tighten and snap. You were practically screaming and his thrusts were relentless, still chasing his own high. “Fuck- take it, take it like a good girl.” He said, taking your face in his hand and holding it in place, making you look up at him as you still rode out your high.

With a few more thrusts he came, filling you to the brim with his salty cocktail. His breathing was heavy as he pulled out of you, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Sit there.” He mumbled, getting up and heading to the bathroom.

He returned a moment later with a wet cloth, wiping you down. “Gonna keep you with me, alright?” He said, leaning down and kissing your temple. “You’re a good cumdump, don’t say no, getting off on being called a whore… dumb slut.” You smiled proudly up at him and he chuckled, tossing the cloth away.

He got you out of your lingerie and gave you his shirt, he fixed himself in his boxers and pulled you under the covers with him, getting you comfortable. “Gonna train you to be my bitch, understood?”

[6feet8inches]

i didn’t see lars’ pants for a sec and i got super scared

Dude

[hitsaump3china]

HELP

[robertlover64]

true n factchecked btw

[x-solara-x]

I made this a while back to be a sticker on Airbuds. Enjoy!

[0bs3ss3d0fc]

the only man ever

We don’t talk abt full beard and moustache James enough😍😍

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