#metallica fluff

[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 😁

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 30: Subspace

A/n: first attempt at writing Subspace 💪

Warnings: smut, rough sex, teasing, Subspace, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

This gif I can’t 🤤

You loved teasing James, it was the highlight of your week and you’d do it at the worst times for him.

He’d be at a meeting or work dinner or something and his phone would buzz, he’d check it only to find a video of you touching yourself wearing his shirt.

He never let you have toys for this exact reason.

Metallica was on tour and you couldn’t come, but you’d made sure James didn’t get a moment alone or a moment of peace.

You made sure Kirk, Lars and Jason were keeping him busy, if not them then a crew member. You made sure he always had a roommate and his only breaks were bathroom breaks.

It’s not that you wanted to keep him stressed, it’s just that you were always sending him pictures of yourself, your body, calling him just so he could hear you cum. You wanted him pent up and aching in his jeans for you when he got back, and that’s exactly what you got.

You were sleeping when he got home, it was around 2:00 am. He didn’t care, after everything you’d just put him through, and he knew it was your doing, he needed to ruin you.

You yelped as he pulled you out of bed, he scoffed when he saw you weren’t wearing anything, not a shirt, no panties, nothing. And you had his pillow between your thighs.

He held you up against him as he tore off his own clothes, keeping you standing and pinned to his chest until he got his hard, pulsing cock and got to fuck you.

He wasn’t focusing on you, not caring if it was too much too soon because he knew you’d adjust in a minute anyway.

One arm held your torso tight to him while the other gripped your hip so tight it was sure to leave bruises. His hips slammed against you, tip causing a bulge to form in your stomach.

The room filled with the sound of skin hitting skin and your moans that bordered screams as your legs shook, the only thing keeping you standing being James.

“I fucking hate you, you little bitch.” He spat through gritted teeth right next to your ear. “And you know exactly why, you know what you did, you motherfucker!” A harsh hand came down on your ass and you squealed.

You didn’t get much of a chance to recover before he was throwing you back onto the bed, climbing over you and pinning you down, pushing your face into the mattress to muffle your sounds.

You’d already had your fun thinking about how he’d react earlier, already ditzy and dazed, but now, with him breaking your back, you couldn’t even think of anything else but him, how he made you feel, how close you were, the only words formulating were his name over and over again.

He made sure you were screaming his name, sheets drenched in your mixed juices. He kept manhandling you into new positions, however he wanted, spitting curses and insults at you like it was nothing.

However, as the night wore on and the sun began to shine through the curtains, casting a warm golden glow over the room and the both of you, he calmed down a bit.

James had been so done with you, so ready to come home and break you, and he did, but now he just missed you. His thrusts got slower and he paid more attention to your noises, your body language, making sure you were still ok through the whole thing.

“So good for me, so, so good for me, sweetheart, just give me a little more, yeah? A little more and we can sleep, darling.” He mused in your ear, kissing down your neck.

You felt everything go fuzzy, your mind and body. Your vision went white and you were in ecstasy, letting the warm feeling flood over you.

James saw this and smiled down at you, pulling out and laying beside you. “That good, huh..?” He asked, voice no louder than a whisper. He knew he couldn’t touch you, not when you were like this, it would feel too much. “I’ll be back in a minute, sweetheart.” He said, kissing your forehead and leaving.

You were left floating in your pleasure until he came back with a tray of things, snacks, drinks, a bowl he’d fill with warm water and a cloth to wipe you down with when you were ready.

He didn’t want to touch you but he couldn’t just leave you like that so he pulled a nice warm and fluffy blanket over you, running his hand over your stomach through that to add some pressure and see how you’d react.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said, laying beside you and just staring at you, “I’m not going anywhere soon, we can stay here and sleep.” He let out a heavy sigh, exhaustion weighing on him as well. “And afterwards you can tell me why you decided to be such a bitch while I was away.” He said through soft laughter, still admiring the galaxy swirling in your eyes.

[ghostbustting]

some lazy sex with James in the afternoon,like they are just sitting on the couch and she straddles him and rides him slowly and lazily(ig load/reload James would fit this scenario) thank u <3

♯ ; “𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑳𝒀„ ༘⋆

James Hetfield x Reader.

Contains smut (p in v, riding), slight fluff.

Song: Heavenly by Cigarettes After Sex.

The damp state of the pavement I step on caused the steps of my boots to sound louder as I walk up the steps to my home, the door that awaits looking as welcoming as ever, my body seeks the warmth that one of my favorite places always provides me with. Also with the knowledge that the man I seek love in was also waiting for me behind those walls.

A perfect combo of what I need right after a long tiring day of work and endless lectures from my boss.

Turning my attention away from the beautiful gradation of afternoon skies, my hand dug into the bag hanging on my shoulder, wriggling through items and items till I find the cool metal of the silver key, pulling it out right away.

Unlocking and opening the door themselves feels like a reward. A fresh air of home to breathe. As a child, you might wish to be out of your house most of the times. But now, I truly wish nothing more but to have even the tiniest time in the universe to just get the chance to lay in my bed with my arms around him while rain pours outside, not a single care of the world and definitely not a single lecture ringing in my ear from that sissy man I had the torture to call my 'boss'.

The first few steps I took into the house, I can already see him, feeling that damn flutter in my heart whenever my eyes land on him- almost as if I haven't been with him for years by now, almost as if each new sight of him makes me a new woman.

James was sitting on the couch with his body leaned back all the way, his head resting on the folded arms he had behind his head while his eyes had a focused stare at the show playing on the television set in our living room. My eyes didn't leave out the sight of his spread legs, the fabric of his dark jeans stretching out. The focus he had on the telly wasn't long the moment my presence became noticeable, his eyes darting away from the screen and towards me, his pupils lighting up with a lazy smile on his face.

What a sight you are, James Hetfield.

"If it isn't my hardworking woman." He teasingly spoke in a breath as one of his arm leave the back of his head to beckon me with his fingers to come closer. "How was your day? That old guy still being a pain in the ass?" He chuckle softly.

My hand discarded my bag away, tossing it onto the floor without another care for the things packed inside of it, my care only for him. The closer I get to him, the more I notice the way his eyes weren't as energized as they usually were, James looking rather... sleepy. Yet still, it didn't really change the fact his face looks so fuckable kissable.

I sigh as my body gently yet immediately drop onto his lap with my legs on each side of his thighs, almost like a reflex or a habit by now. His lap seemed to be the only rightful place for my ass to be placed on and James was definitely not going to deny that. In fact, he'd be the one who claim that in the first place.

My chin rest on his shoulder as I mumble into his ear, "Don't wanna talk about my day." I let out a small tired out grunt before relaxing to the feeling of the touch of one of his hands on my back, rubbing soothingly up and down while the other was running through the strands of my hair instead, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

"That bad?" He chuckles yet again, head leaning down to press a soft kiss to my temple before trailing to my neck, settling on the crook of it, a small shaky breath escaping my lips when I feel the ticklish feeling of his moustache rubbing against my skin. The feeling of his body under mine felt like being burried in layers of warm thick blankets, the warmth of his skin was exactly what I needed after a long day in a season such as this.

”You’re here now, that’s all that matters..”

Pressed against my neck, I can feel the curve of his lips form a soft smile at my words, the smallest gesture that cause much more to me, my body relaxing so muh to the point i feel like turning to jelly, my body soon molding into his.

”Tired, mm?” He whisper as he stroke my hair again, that same hand slowly trailing down to my shoulder where he’d rub soothing circles to my skin before trailing down yet again, this time to my back. However, he was not stopping till he eventually reach my waist and his fingertips land on the waistband of my pants. “Just relax… You deserve it.”

The post-work tiring state my body was in was too consuming that I almost fell asleep right on his body, oblivious to the way his hands move across my body and the absence of my clothes. All I know was that just out of nowhere, the only thing on me was my button up shirt, which was now half undone, as well as the disappearance of James’ jeans that I had been sitting on, my ass now up in the air with the help of James’ large warm palm holding my ass, his other hand focused on aligning his now unleashed cock with the entrance of my cunt.

Scenarios such as this one wasn’t rare to be found during tiring Afternoons like this. We would occasionally find ourselves having gentle and sweet love making in order to relax. In a way, the way our soul and body meets and connects in this one particular activity, it feels so heavenly. His soul was is exactly where I want to be, where I belong. Just giving our love to each other feels like a gush of wind that was able to blow away all our stress that were once acting as a heavy weight on our shoulders.

I let out a small sigh of relief by the time he slowly drop my body, his full length almost immediately filling me up to the brim, yet so gently that it didn’t hurt me one bit, whereas it usually would with his often rough style of making love. I can feel the veiny skin of his length against my gummy walls, gently clenching around him.

My hands rest on his chest with my head laying completely on his shoulder, putting every bit of my weight on him as he welcomed me with his arms wrapped around my waist, fingertips grazing up and down my skin every now and then, his touch so gentle yet with so much love beneath all those gentleness.

”How lucky I am to find such a hardworking woman like you..” He whisper with his lips pressed onto my ear, his hot breath fanning against my skin here and there while goosebumps appear on my skin from the touch of his hand on my back, stroking my skin with feather-like touches. Each touch of his skin on mine felt like a dream.

A small whine left my lips, “The luck is all on my side..” I manage to whisper back before I try to lift my hips up, only managing to lift it shortly before dropping back onto his length, my body choosing a lazy ride to our releases. “My man..” I mumble as I lift one of my hand from his chest to lay upon his cheek, my head leans in just enough for our lips to meet one another, the kiss was rather slow yet sloppy as well, tongues meeting and wrestling every here and there.

Still, I maintain my lame attempt of a ride, using the smallest effort to push my hips up. Yet he didn't complain one bit, James seemed to rather enjoy the slow ride, the proximity allowing me to catch onto his small breathy grunts, holding and stroking my lower back.

Now and then, I feel the tip of his cock gently nudge a spot in me, nudge- not hit, due to the lack of energy I put in riding him. Pulling back from the kiss, my head have made a comfortable stay on his shoulder, one of the hands I had on his chest came up to play with the choker and the wolf pendant that loops around his neck. His eyes were unavoidable. His gaze soft yet cutting right through me even when I'm not looking.

As time goes by, I stop trying to ride on him, giving up. Instead, I slowly grind my hips against his again and again, the friction pulling out a small whine from the back of my throat, "James.." I mumbled out his name, almost unconsciously. Anyone would mistake me to be sleeping with my half lidded eyes. But I'm just simply loving the moment.

"Close?" His voice whisper into my ear, pulling my hair away so he could have a clear view of my dazed face, leaning down to press a kiss to my cheek. "C'mon, angel. Release it. You deserve it.."

I let out a sigh as I force myself to open up my eyes and softly smile up at him. I can feel him throb inside me, as well as my walls clenching around his length. My hands were holding onto his broad shoulders as eventually I feel my orgasm control over me, warm fluids of my release gushing out and around his cock, triggering his own release which was soon shooted into me, his cum painting white all over my walls as we sat there, body still connected as one, soul forever united.

James wrapped his arms around me, slowly pulling me down with him on the couch to lay down, my head resting on his chest that acts like a pillow to me, his cock slipping out of my cunt with a pop. The last thing I hear before falling into dreamland being,

"Sleep tight, angel. Dream of me."

[metalliixx]

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

𝘦𝘳𝘢: 𝘮𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 90'𝘴

. ╰──╮𝜗𝜚╭──╯ .

the second he found out you were pregnant, he started looking into moving your soon to be expanded family into the countryside, away from the noise of the city. he never neccesarily liked it, and now that you were to have kids, he wanted to raise them in the privacy and quietness of nature.

during your pregnancy he'd spend all the time he wasn't helping you on reading books about parenting, wanting to be as ready for the coming of the baby as he possibly could.

he'd feel really gulity if he had to leave you and go on tour while you were pregnant, and he'd try to call you as often as he could

you'd first child would be a girl, after finding out he'd be a little dissapointed, since he hoped for a boy. but the second he saw your baby girl for the first time all those thoughts left his head immidiately

you find him praying along with your daughter when you're done collecting the vegetables of your garden

if you had sons later on, he would teach them all the things he knew, he would take them hunting when they were older, teach them the chords to his favorite songs, play them the music he liked growing up

[nausicaamusiclover20]

haiii I like your works sm, hope you'll like my request!!

James in his BL cowboy era works on ranch of reader's dad(reader is much younger than James). Reader and him fell in love with each other, while her dad is not good with it and prevents Reader from interacting with James. One night, James steals the reader away from home and they spend a passionate but tender first night together in his little ranch house, where Het takes her virginity and then tenderly takes care of her after making love... ahh I can't stop thinking about how hot cowboy James is😞

love ya!!

God, I love cowboy James, I hope you like it❤ Love ya too!

Warnings: Soft smut, age gap, loss of virginity

The cowboy and the rose

The summer air was thick with the scent of hay and wildflowers, a lazy breeze carrying the hum of cicadas across the ranch. I sat on the porch swing, the wooden slats creaking beneath me, as I watched James work in the fading light. There was something magnetic about the way he moved, his sun-kissed skin glistening under the weight of hard labor. My father had hired him months ago, but from the moment James set foot on our land, I knew he was trouble—the kind of trouble that pulled at me in ways I couldn’t explain.

James wasn’t like the other ranch hands. There was an air about him, a quiet confidence, the hint of a smirk beneath his dusty cowboy hat. He’d catch my eye now and then, his gaze lingering just long enough to make my heart race. It wasn’t long before my father noticed the way I looked at him—and the way James looked at me.

“You stay away from that man, Y/N,” my father had warned one evening, his voice firm as we sat around the dinner table. “He’s not good for you. Too old, too wild. He’ll bring nothing but heartache.”

I didn’t argue. There was no point when my father had made up his mind, but his words only fueled the fire inside me. James wasn’t reckless; he was kind. He’d stop to help mend a fence or comfort a scared horse, his touch gentle despite the strength in his hands. And when he looked at me, I felt seen—not as the rancher’s daughter, but as a woman.

We’d stolen moments where we could. A whispered conversation in the barn, our hands brushing as we worked side by side. Once, late at night, I’d snuck out to meet him by the river. He’d pulled me close under the stars, his arms wrapped around me as if to shield me from the world.

But my father’s disapproval loomed over us like a storm cloud. He’d started keeping a closer eye on me, his sharp gaze following me wherever I went.

That night, everything changed.

I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of my father’s rules pressing down on me. Then I heard it—the soft tap of pebbles against my window. My heart leapt as I peered outside. There he was, James, standing in the moonlight, his truck parked at the edge of the property.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice barely carrying through the night. “Come with me.”

I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed my boots and slipped out the window, my heart pounding as I crept across the yard. When I reached him, he took my hand, his grip firm but warm.

“Are you sure about this?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

He looked at me, his dark eyes steady. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

We drove to his small ranch house on the edge of town, the truck rumbling through the quiet night. When we arrived, he helped me out of the cab, his hand lingering on my waist. The house was modest, but it felt like a sanctuary. Inside, the scent of leather and cedar enveloped me, the warm glow of lamplight casting shadows on the walls.

James turned to me, his expression serious. “I know this is a lot,” he said, his voice soft. “If you want to go back, I’ll take you. But if you stay… I need you to know how much you mean to me.”

My breath caught in my throat as I stepped closer. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His lips met mine, the kiss slow and tender, as if he was savoring every moment. He led me to his bedroom, the simplicity of the space reflecting the man himself. There, in the quiet of the night, we came together for the first time.

James kissed me deeply, his hands cupping my face as he murmured against my lips, “You’re so beautiful.” The words sent a warmth through me, making my skin tingle. His touch moved down my arms, his fingers grazing my skin like a whisper, until they settled on my waist, holding me close.

He unbuttoned my blouse with care, his eyes meeting mine with each undone button. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he said, his voice steady but filled with need. I shook my head, my breath catching as I helped him shrug off his shirt. His chest was firm and warm, and I let my hands explore the planes of his skin, marveling at how strong yet gentle he was.

When I shivered, he wrapped his arms around me, his lips brushing along my temple. “Cold?” he asked.

“No,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Just nervous. This is my first time.”

James’s expression softened, his hand coming up to gently cup my cheek. “I know,” he said quietly. “And I’ll take care of you, I promise. We’ll go slow, okay?”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I nodded, trusting him completely. “Okay.”

He laid me down on the bed, his movements deliberate and tender. His lips followed the curve of my neck, tracing a line to my collarbone as his hands mapped every inch of my body. I gasped when his touch became more insistent, his kisses trailing lower.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice low but gentle.

“Yes,” I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair. “Please.”

His touch became more purposeful, his hands and lips exploring me with a reverence that made me feel cherished. As he finally joined us together, he moved with a slowness that showed his care for me, pausing just enough to let me adjust, whispering softly, ""Are you okay, sweetheart?" he whispered, moving with a slowness that showed his care for me.

He paused to let me adjust, brushing a soft kiss against my lips, his hand gently cradling my face. "How do you feel?" he asked, his voice a soothing murmur that wrapped around me like a warm embrace.

I hesitated, my words catching in my throat as I tried to make sense of the unfamiliar sensations. "I don’t know," I admitted softly. "It’s strange… but it feels right, being with you."

“I’ll go slow,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm to my nerves. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

I nodded, my breath trembling as he began to ease into me. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of discomfort and an unfamiliar fullness. Sensing my tension, he stilled, his forehead pressing gently against mine.

“Breathe, sweetheart,” he whispered, his thumb stroking my cheek. “We’ve got all the time in the world.”

I exhaled shakily, relaxing under his tender encouragement. Slowly, he moved again, giving me a moment to adjust to every inch. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a low rumble of concern and love.

“Yes,” I whispered, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. “Don’t stop.”

He pressed another kiss to my lips, his movements careful and unhurried. As the discomfort faded, a new kind of warmth spread through me, and I found myself meeting his rhythm. His whispered words of praise and love grounded me, each one like a lifeline.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “So perfect.”

I clung to him, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. “I’m yours, James,” I whispered, tears slipping down my cheeks.

He moved with a mixture of passion and tenderness, as if every touch and motion were a declaration of his feelings. The room was filled with soft gasps and murmured words, the world beyond the walls fading away entirely.

When we reached our peak together, I felt as though the stars themselves had fallen into the room. James collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms, our breaths mingling as we lay entangled.

Afterward, he cleaned me with a warm towel, his movements unhurried and soothing. “Does that feel alright?” he asked, his voice still husky but tender.

“It’s perfect,” I replied, watching the way his brow furrowed with concentration as he cared for me.

He climbed back into bed, wrapping the blanket around us and holding me close. “Come here,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “I��ve got you.”

I rested my head against his chest, his heartbeat a steady reminder of everything we’d just shared. “I love you, James,” I said softly, the words spilling out before I could stop them.

He tipped my chin up, his lips brushing mine in a featherlight kiss. “I love you too, Y/N. More than anything.”

We lay there, the weight of the night sinking into us, but instead of fear, I felt a profound sense of belonging. For the first time, I understood what it meant to be truly seen, truly loved, and I knew I’d never let it go.

[valwrites-stuff]

Do you every think like older kirk wold take care of his girl like pleasure her and make her feel safe or love or like he wold go slow for her and or idk my brain is thinking of so much 😭

Omg yes I need that 😭 I think it fits skom era Kirk best 💕

Caring touch

Kirk Hammett x Reader ☆ smut, comfort sex, oral

It had been an awful day, the worst. A day filled with mishaps, frustrations, and disappointments. From the moment I woke up, everything seemed to go wrong.

By the time I finally made it back home, I was exhausted both physically and emotionally. As I entered our bedroom to get ready for a peaceful night in, I could feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.

I kicked off my shoes and slumped down on the bed with a heavy sigh. Kirk looked at me with concern in his eyes, wondering what could have happened, that left me so drained. "What happened, love? You look like you've been through a war," he said softly, sitting down beside me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. How could I put into words the frustration and disappointment that had plagued me from morning until night? But Kirk was always there for me, to listen and offer comfort.

So I began to recount the events of the day, letting out all the pent-up emotions that had been building inside me.

As I spoke, Kirk listened intently, his hand gently rubbing my leg in a soothing gesture. He didn't interrupt, he simply listened, letting me rant.

When I finished, telling him every detail of my miserable day, I looked up at him, feeling a mix of gratitude for his emotional support.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that," he said, his voice filled with compassion. "But I'm here now, and I want to take care of you."

Kirk leaned in closer, his warm breath caressing my cheek as he gazed into my eyes with concern. Slowly, giving me time to pull away if I wished, he closed the distance between us. His soft lips met mine in a gentle, comforting kiss.

For a brief moment, I found myself hesitating, my body tensing slightly. The events of the day still weighed heavily on my mind, making it difficult to fully surrender to the intimate gesture.

Yet as his caring eyes met mine, shimmering with unwavering devotion, something inside me shifted. A quiet voice whispered that, maybe, allowing this tender moment was exactly what my weary soul needed.

Slowly I tilted my chin up to meet him halfway. Kirk's lips brushed against mine, soft and gentle as a butterfly's wing. As our kiss deepened, the tension and stress of the day seemed to slowly melt away.

As our lips parted, Kirk's gaze remained fixed on mine, his eyes now darkened with desire, yet still brimming with deep affection. He spoke, his words a mere whisper that carried the weight of a powerful promise, "I want to make you feel better. Let me take care of you."

With a gentle hand, he reached out to caress my face, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. His touch was light, yet it sent shivers down my spine. His fingers trailed down my neck, then along my collarbone, causing me to shudder involuntarily.

Kirk began to undress me slowly, his hands moving delicately over the fabric of my clothes, peeling them off one by one until only my panties remained.

Kirk's fingers danced across my skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. His warm hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, coaxing them to harden under his touch.

Leaning down, he captured a nipple between his plump lips, suckling gently, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

His mouth trailed downward, kisses dotting a path across my stomach until he reached the waistband of my panties. With deft fingers, he slowly pulled them down. He tossed the delicate fabric aside, his heated gaze drinking in the sight of me laid bare before him.

Kirk settled between my spread legs, his breath hot against my most intimate area. His shoulders pressing against my inner thighs as he looked up at me with smoldering intensity.

Kirk's warm smile was reassuring, his dark brown eyes filled with tenderness and longing. "Just relax for me, okay?" he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

I nodded, unable to form words as I fixated on his face, my heart pounding in anticipation of the intimacy to come.

With a gentle hand, Kirk guided my thighs further apart, creating a comfortable space for himself before he lowered his head, his breath ghosting over my sensitive folds before his mouth made contact.

The first touch of his lips sent a ripple of delight through me, and I felt myself begin to melt into the mattress. Kirk's tongue darted out, tracing the contours of my sex with a feather-light caress that left me gasping.

His tongue delved deeper, exploring every hidden crevice with a sensual curiosity that drove me wild. He lapped at my clit with increasing fervor, the wet sounds of his ministrations filling the room.

My hips bucked reflexively, seeking more of his skilled attention. As he worked me into a frenzy, Kirk added a finger to the mix, sliding it into my clenching heat alongside his tongue.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as I felt the waves of ecstasy he created. His finger pumped in time with his oral attentions, curling and twisting to hit that sweet spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

Kirk's relentless assault on my senses pushed me to the edge. The combination of his skilled tongue and probing finger proved too much for my overwrought nerves to withstand.

With a soft cry of his name, I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me like a wave. Kirk lapped at my spasming flesh, drinking in every drop of my release.

Only when the tremors subsided did he withdraw, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Oh baby, you did so well. Let me show you how much more you deserve." Rising to his feet, he began to shed his clothes, revealing his tan physique.

Kirk's naked form gleamed in the soft light as he moved towards the bed. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he climbed back onto the mattress, settling his weight atop mine.

For a few heartbeats, we simply breathed together, our chests rising and falling in sync. I could feel the heat of his skin against mine, the steady thrum of his pulse, and the way his hardness pressed insistently against my thigh.

He captured my lips in a searing kiss that stole my breath and set my pulse racing once more. Breaking the embrace, Kirk's eyes searched mine for permission, for consent as his body nestled against mine.

I wrapped my arms around him, welcoming the heat of his skin against mine, the strength of his muscles flexing beneath my fingertips as he sunk deep into my heat.

Kirk's movements were languid, unhurried, as if savoring every moment of our connection. He kissed along my neck, pausing to nibble at the sensitive spots he knew drove me wild.

Each touch was a whispered promise of pleasure and satisfaction. As he gently rocked against me, the drag of his length against my soft folds sent jolts of electricity through my body.

I arched up to meet him, desperate for more of that exquisite friction. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, two pieces of a puzzle fitting together seamlessly.

As he picked up pace, Kirk angled himself just right, hitting that spot deep inside that had me seeing stars. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in even deeper, wanting to be consumed by him utterly.

Kirk's movements became more urgent, his thrusts growing deeper and more insistent as he listened intently to my soft moans of pleasure. Our hands intertwined above my head as I could feel the tension coiling tighter within me.

Kirk's gaze never wavered from mine, his eyes blazing with desire. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "Let me see you come apart for me."

Hearing his words and feeling his gentle but intense thrusts continue, I felt the dam break within me. A moan tore from my throat as I came, my body trembling beneath him. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless and in bliss.

Through half-lidded eyes, I watched Kirk's face contort in delight as he found his own release. His soft groans mingled with my faint gasps and when the last tremors subsided, he leaned down, capturing my lips in a loving kiss.

Pulling back, Kirk gazed at me with an expression of profound affection, his chest still heaving with exertion. With a careful withdrawal, he settled his body beside mine, wrapping his strong arms around me in a protective embrace.

Kirk chuckled softly as he held me against his chest and pressed feather-light kisses to my forehead, my eyes meeting his as he smiled softly. "Feeling better, baby?"

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips as I snuggled closer to Kirk's warmth.

"I'm feeling much better, you always know just what I need."

The comforting weight of his arms around me chased away all the tension and worry from the day, replaced by a sense of peace and happiness in his embrace.

Pressing another tender kiss to my forehead, Kirk murmured, "Good, that's my girl." His thumb brushed lightly over my cheekbones. Our eyes locked, and in their depths, I saw only love and devotion.

[vinyldreamsfuckup]

So High School

A: this was a random thing I came up with. I hope it’s cute

Warnings: fluff, drinking, smoking weed, smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, Kirk x fem

You and Kirk had been together since your sophomore year of high school. You were both the "weird" kids in high school. So when you got sat next to each other in third period history it almost felt like fate. You talked to each other nearly everyday since then. You always loved how much Kirk loved his comic books and horror movies. You could listen to him go on and on for hours and never get bored of him talking. You’d been in love with him since the moment you met him. When he joined Metallica you quickly became friends with all of the guys. You’d loved watching him play and being around him. There was simply just nothing better than being with him.

Though, one thing you never did was go to prom. It felt stupid and it seemed like a dumb thing to think about, but when you looked back at pictures from high school you’d always wished you had a picture in some stupid dress standing next to him. He knew this. He hated high school dances and didn’t really care, but he knew it was important to you, so when he surprised you with a “prom” at your old high school you were over the moon. It was just you, Kirk, James, Cliff, and Lars but it was going to be perfect regardless. Because you had him.

You wore a long, mint green, satin dress. It was a corset like dress that helped extenuate your body while still trying to look nice. There were laces up the back that showed your freshly tanned skin. Kirk wore a white shirt that was only halfway buttoned and black jeans with his black converse. He never cared for school dances in high school but he knew this was important to you and he wanted to do this to surprise you. So if you could only get jeans and a nice shirt then you’d take it. It being mostly unbuttoned was just a plus. You were standing in your backyard waiting for him to walk out with your corsage.

"You look beautiful," Kirk said as he walked out of the house. A smile spread across your face.

"Thank you, baby. You don't look too bad yourself," You giggled. Kirk chuckled and grabbed the corsage and wrapped it on your wrist. James and Lars giggled as they were snapping picture after picture as the two of you got ready. Kirk leaned in, his lips touching your ear.

"We should just ditch the whole thing. I can take you to the hotel and we can have a good time," Kirk whispered. You playfully hit his shoulder.

"Pose for the damn picture," You laughed out. He rolled his eyes and put his hand around your waist and looked at the camera. The two of you smiled taking a couple nice pictures before you both broke out into silly faces. Kirk ushered me to his car and we got in.

"You sure you wanna go to the dance and not just back to the hotel?" Kirk asked as he started the car. You laughed.

"I'm sure. Now lets go try to have a good time," You responded.

That's what the two of you did. You went and danced and ate some food. You both drank and smoked weed, getting undeniably high as fuck. You talked all night long, not even worrying about anything else. James, Lars, and Cliff all brought random girls to keep them company. They were all dressed up and getting shitfaced. You couldn’t help but smile at how sweet the whole thing was, but mostly you were just focused on Kirk and how happy he made you. You grabbed his hand and lead him out into the hallway and to your old locker. He pushed you against them just like he used to and connected your lips in a feverish kiss. The taste of weed and beer still on his you.

“Can we go back to the hotel now?” Kirk mumbled against your lips, his hand traveled up the strings of your dress, grazing the skin.

“Mhm…” You mumbled back with a nod. Kirk smiled and lifted you up bridal style before running back toward his car. You giggled as he ran.

You quickly arrived at the hotel and he lead you into the room and sat you on the edge of the bed. Your heart was full everything feeling so heightened. You two had sex all the time but for some reason this felt so much more intimate. He sat next to you on the bed and carefully undid the ties of your dress. He helped you out of it before pressing his lips to yours.

“You’re beautiful,” Kirk breathed out as he pushed you down on the bed. He trailed kisses down your chest and torso. His hands hooked around the lace of your thong before carefully pulling it off. A small groan left his lips as he stared at you, “so beautiful.”

He gently kissed down your thigh before settling between your legs. He licked between your folds groaning as he did so. Your hand tangled in his hair as a moan left your lips. He started to fuck you with his tongue, his thumb rolling against your clit.

“Fuck…Kirk…” You moaned out as your hand tangled into his hair. Kirk’s tongue quickly pumped in lapping up every last molecule. He groaned as he moved feeling you spasm beneath him.

“You’re so good,” Kirk mumbled, “So wet. So good.”

Your hips bucked against his tongue. He pressed your waist down on the bed and started to move his tongue quickly. His thumb spreading up against your clit. You were soon moaning out and finishing all over his tongue. He licked up your slick before standing up.

Your hands went to his shirt and quickly undid the rest of the buttons while he pulled himself out of his jeans. He was now standing in front of you naked, his dick standing tall and ready for you. He quickly pushed into you a loud moan leaving your lips as you adjusted.

“You’re so beautiful.” He groaned, “you’re so fucking wet.”

His hips started to rock and long moans left your mouth. Your hands gripped his back and your nails slowly raked down his back. He moaned out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He slowly picked up his pace ramming into you harder. He picked up your thigh and he lit by his stomach adjusting the angle. He fell in deeper hitting every spot perfectly.

“Kirk…oh my god,” you moaned out.

“That’s it, baby,” Kirk breathed out. He moved slightly faster.

“Don’t stop. That’s it. Yes…” you moaned out. He nodded and kept his pace ramming into you over and over. Your body started to shake and you loudly came, his name falling from your mouth

“Fuck…” Kirk groaned out. His hips still moving quickly chasing his orgasm. Your moans turned into loud whimpers as he kept going. Overstimulated and sensitive as he kept moving against you.

“Come on baby,” you whined. His head fell back and a loud moan left his mouth. He pulled out and came all over your stomach.

“Fuck…” Kirk said breathlessly. You nodded in agreement.

“Was this a good prom night?” Kirk chuckled out as he pulled away for a moment.

You nodded and smiled, “wouldn’t imagine it any other way, my love.”

[boundbyeclipse]

angels of snow

genre : fluff

word count : 673

tags : younger!reader x current!james, a curse word used, all of this just purely fluff

a/n : idea suggested by my 👻 anon, this was so much fun to write even if it’s short and not a full on fic. i hope you enjoy this one! 🤍

It was a cozy little evening with you and James both relaxing at home. You were in the kitchen making some tea while James sat on the couch, watching some tv. The sky was getting darker within minutes as clouds emerged together, creating a gloomy atmosphere outside.

“Here’s your tea, darling” you made your way back to the living room and put the cups down on the table right in front.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Did you put any honey in it?” James flashed you a smile while rubbing the back of your palm with his thumb.

“Fuck” you whispered and rushed to get some honey while he was laughing at the way you almost ran to the kitchen. James always found it quite funny how you cursed to yourself whenever something minor would happen, whether it’s you forgetting stuff or just being clumsy. But he liked it, it made you even more lovable and special in his eyes. Even if you both had an age gap and people gave you certain looks whenever you two went out, overtime, you grew to not give a damn about that. And James was more than proud of you for being so brave and strong.

Right when you closed the doors of the cabinet you took a look outside and noticed a thin layer of snow quickly building into a thicker one as it began to snow with chunky snowflakes. You gasped at the view.

“James! It’s snowing!” you let him know.

He looked over in your direction and stood up, making his way to the kitchen’s window. While you stood there watching, a set of tattooed thick arms found their way around your waist as James stood tall behind you. It painted a smile on your face and you turned your head a little, looking up at him.

“Do you want to go outside and make some snow angels?”

“I’ve got an angel right here in my arms” he says, booping your nose to which you reacted with a giggle.

“Come on! Let’s put on our coats and get a little playful, please?” you gave him puppy eyes with pursed lips, hoping he gives in and agrees to this idea. He sighed and nodded.

“Let’s go. But let’s make it quick, or the tea will go cold”

“Okay” you nodded with extra excitement and gave him a kiss on the lips as you went to dress up.

Once ready, both of you stepped outside and found a perfect spot in your backyard for the snow angels. It was snowing aggressively the first few minutes, but as soon as you got in positions, the weather suddenly calmed down and it was now slow and pretty.

“It’s snowing so beautifully, don’t you think?” you asked, looking over at your man.

“I agree with that. Crazy how it switched up so fast too”

“I know” you giggled, reaching to grab his hand which you held onto tightly.

With one look, you both began to do the snow angels while skilling to yourselves in happiness. Moments like this felt magical and you wished they could last forever. But the cold snow began to send shivers down your body and you got up first.

“It’s really cold, we should go back”

“Yeah. I really need that tea” he smiled, walking you both to the back door and opening it for you to enter first. That gesture of his always made you feel giddy and happy. Excitement was always hard to cover up when it came to James being a gentleman. You absolutely adored him.

“Here’s the honey I forgot”

“Thank you, love. Do you think we should watch a movie now”

You hummed and narrowed your eyes, bringing your index finger to your chin while figuring out what that movie could be.

“What about Grinch? Old classic”

“That’s perfect, babe” James looked at you while stroking your cheek and gave you a warm kiss as he pulled a blanket over you both and handed you your cup of still warm tea.

[sourbites]

Can I request a Kirk smut!! Friends to lovers kinda thing. For instance yall are smoking weed at your place and feeling a bit insecure about still being single and he makes a move on you???

Can't Tell You Why

thank you for the request! this was a lot of fun to write. i chose to write this imagining early 80s kirk, just to really amp up that clumsy love that friends share. hope you enjoy :)

The tip of the joint crackles, embers glowing as you coax smoke down into your lungs. The atmosphere in your bedroom is thick, smogged with smoke and giggles. There's soft rock playing in the background — some band Kirk chose.

"You're avoiding the question," He laughs, all love-me-tender brown eyes and crooked white teeth. You're both having fun, he's teasing you, you're teasing him. But still, you hesitate, exhaling smoke from your nose thoughtfully.

"I don't know," You wipe one hand on the front of your jeans. "I've only done it, like, once. Wasn't that fun, either— we were in this tiny car, and there was so much bumping around."

You twist on your bed, leaning up against the wall. Kirk moves, too, leaning his weight on a hand. "Once?" He repeats, surprised.

"What's that supposed to mean? You think I've been around?" You laugh, although there's some discomfort at his reaction lurking around in your mind. His mortification catches up with him two beats later. Eyes wide, laughing nervously along with you.

"I didn't mean it like that," Kirk exhales, smoke floating and swirling around the both of you. It hazes everything up: the light from your lamps scatter differently. Shadows look hesitant. He mulls over how to explain himself, self-conscious as he adjusts his position again. "I— I just meant, that you," He swipes a hand over his face, groaning in embarrassment through those hesitant chuckles. "You're smart, and— and real pretty. And charming enough to get anyone you'd want, so— I dunno, I mean, I'd..." He trails off. He speaks unintelligible nonsense for a few moments, before trying again. "You get what I mean." He concludes.

"Do I?" You take the joint from him. Something within you makes you feel sick with a feeling you wouldn't like to meet.

Kirk, ever the conversationalist, gives you an eye-roll. "So who was he, anyway?" He gestures to you, his index and middle finger steadying the shrinking joint.

You shrug. "Just a friend of a friend. I already told you."

He didn't say anything after that. Just hid behind his curly bangs, working his fingers into your bedsheets. Honestly, you're unsure why you even entertained this conversation. It's not like you'd find camaraderie within Kirk, not these days— tons of women want his attention. They want to taste his plump lips, hold his baby face, and kiss the crease between his brows when he frowns. You want to claw this bitter taste from your mouth. Gut the barbed vines in your stomach. As cool as you want to present, it isn't the most brag-worthy thing. Your first and only time being a half-baked hookup in some cramped-ass Ford Pinto? Get out the confetti. Your train of thought became an internal train wreck.

"Well," Kirk begins to roll another. "Where would you rather it happened?" Just briefly, his brown eyes glance up at your face to read your expression.

"Where else could it happen?" You ask no one in particular, voice hushed and ironically smoky in your fogged-up bedroom. You hum thoughtfully, picking at the thin rolling papers sprawled out on your bed. "Is it boring if I say a bed? Nothing else I can think of sounds appealing."

For some reason, you're allowed first drags. Pouring over you, Kirk lights the fresh joint between your lips. "Not boring at all. It's a classic for a reason, real nice when it's done right." He speaks easily, shrugging slightly. He's trying to soothe you. His smile makes your insides twist— and you enjoy it, in some macabre way. Teeth vibrantly white against warm lamplight and fuzzy shadows and black curls. You want to eat his mouth.

"Right." You sigh. Smoke billows from your parted lips. "I suppose you have? Done it right?" You're not sure why you ask that. You just want something to say. Preferably not about your (totally lacking) sex life.

Finally, it's Kirk's turn to bristle hesitantly. Easing his nerves, you pass him the joint.

"I've had some good nights, yeah." His answer is guarded. Your eyes glitter. What's he hiding? You nudge his side with your knuckles.

"But...?" You invite.

Kirk watches you for a moment or two, concluding you won't let this go. "But," He echoes, nudging you back. "I wouldn't say I've done it right."

"Why not?" You lean in. Drinking up the smoke that rolls off of him. You can smell him in the air, too, smoke-smouldering something spicy and musky.

He tilts his head to see you better. "Can't tell you," He whispers, grinning, wholly contradicting the inviting way his body slants to indulge you.

"Kiiiiirk."

Sigh. He's giving you the eyes. The eyes. Round and big, brown eyes so sparkly that they disarm anyone he's gazing at. You lean to him, attentive as a statue. You could soak him up if you wanted to; you're that close. Discarded smoke, already exhaled with all that high-inducing goodness soaked up, swirls around the both of you, murky white tendrils making you want to sway with them, beckoning you to move. Speak. Breathe. Live.

"Ideally," He shifts again, wanting to reshuffle his atoms. "Ideally, it'd be a bed..." A warm palm brushes your wrist and sneaks the joint from your fingers. "With you..." Your heart pauses. You stare at him, bewildered. "And me..."

What. The. Fuck.

Kirk takes your silence as a sign you want him to keep going. One hand cups your cheek, so tenderly you're tricked into thinking you're made from glass. "C'mon. How many more hints do I need to drop?" He coos at you before taking a much-needed drag of the joint to ease his own racing heart.

The funny thing is, you've hoarded his name in your throat for months. You didn't realise he had been holding his own breath for you.

Why? Out of everyone— you?

Kirk runs his tongue over his teeth, getting antsy. Softly urging you, he brushes the pad of his thumb along your lower lip while you just stare at him, amazed. You watch him from beneath your eyelashes as if he hung the stars in the sky. It comes again: the longing. The desire with no name, because no one has yet given you the language to speak it in.

Wordlessly, you draw his hand into yours. "That, um. Sounds nice." You reply, with what limited cohesive brain cells you have left.

Testing the waters, Kirk brushes his lips against yours, his breath mingling with your own. And it's hands down the most intoxicating thing you've ever had— you want to swallow it down in handfuls. Your eyelashes flutter again, and you almost feel drunk. He holds your cheek with clumsy, gentle fingers. He puts a heat in you that you didn't think was possible. And it feels so unfathomably perfect to feel wanted.

It's slow. Gently, you gravitate towards Kirk as if you're floating. Your mouths connect with a little more certainty this time. He laughs softly against your mouth. There is no better taste than that, you decide. Someone's honeyed laugh on your tongue. You're dizzy— should you feel dizzy? You want this feeling to stay.

Restless, he abandons the joint in the ashtray. With both hands in use, they swipe over your back, worship your thighs by the handfuls, winding and sewing roots in your hair.

"Can I take care of you?" Kirk whispers into the edge of your face, right underneath your chin. His mouth- wet and wanting, marks the uncharted territory of the soft underside of your face with a slow, hot kiss that ripples through you, reshaping you into something with an emptiness that's hurting to be filled. His tongue is laving wet and dripping with eagerness, building a taste for your skin as it glosses his spit down your throat. He tilts in to suck below your ear.

"Fuck, Kirk. Yeah— yes." You stumble out, nodding, your hips squirming in their cage of your jeans. You sweep your aching palms along his back, mussing his curls. He tucks your earlobe between his teeth, grazing the bluntness of his front teeth slowly along your skin. His breath sends chills down your spine. He grinds both hands beneath the waistband of your jeans, reading your mind.

He's aching to get a taste of you. The softness of your inner thighs swath around his head, dark curls rasping against your skin. His hot mouth is drinking you up through your panties, nosing into your pelvis. He wants to breathe as many 'I love you's' as he can into your skin, he wants to rake his tongue against your slit, lick your cunt open. Kirk can tell you're soaked— arousal drooling through the fabric that covers you, teasing him with the cock-hardening punch of girl flavour that he loves so much, seeping along the edge of his mouth.

Your underwear is thumbed off, his face shoved right into your cunt, and yet you still want to steer him by the shoulders and pull him closer. He takes slow, indulgent sucks on your quickly throbbing clit, that snowball into big, broad licks, tongue flat and mopping up your slick from bottom to top. He sinks two fingers into you, each pump straight down to the knuckle, creating crude squelching noises with the purest, stickiest arousal simmering within you. It's all burning hot, hot, hot.

Kirk swoops down again, filling his starving mouth with what he thirsts for: your leaking pussy. His cute nose is smooshed against your pelvic bone, and every dirty lap of his searing tongue forces your hips to scatter restlessly and yanks a whine from your throat. He's wild and heartache and sin, and it leaves you reeling from his every touch, every curl of his fingers and every relentless, starved suck of your clit, until his cheeks hollow.

"Can't believe I went so long without this," He groans with lusty delight, releasing your aching clit with a pornographic, wet pop. He kisses your parted entrance, tips his head down and spits on your slit. Whatever honey-soft brown was left lingering in his baby-love eyes has been devoured by total blackness, glimmering in delight as he watches his work of art, your soaked, spit-slick sex. He goes back in, shoving his parched mouth onto you, sucking in a fold, nipping the other, thumbing at your throbbing, swollen clit. He wants to eat you whole. Every salacious lick of his neverending tongue thunders within you— your cunt, tight and hot and so adored by Kirk's divine mouth, squeezes of arousal building within you until they morph into full-body trembles, your abdomen clenching and un-clenching, taut.

He glances up at you, dark eyes glittering behind his curly bangs, eyeing the heave of your tits with each tremoring breath. He touches you where hands simply cannot. His thick tongue eagerly tastes your heat: flesh, sweetness, salt. His cock is bursting against his too-tight boxers. You roll your hips against his mouth, chasing every lap of his tongue, every brush of his calloused hands. Softly, he becomes endless in you, and the searing pleasure he paints for you becomes explosive. Your volatile hands fist into his hair and yank, grinding down against his pretty face as gasps block your airways. He's drinking your soul - stuffing his mouth with every morsel of your worship-worthy pleasure.

You wail through the orgasm, something deep within you awakened and booming; how you survived him, you don't know. Your cum, sticky and warm, ebbs down Kirk's plump lips, smearing on his chin as he laps you up, thumbs spreading your cunt open to ensure he's licked every part of you clean. Even then, the impish flicks of his tongue do not go unappreciated.

To get him to stop his (wonderfully feeling) assault on your cunt, you peel Kirk away from you, a hand in his hair and your other palming at his shoulder. "How'd," You breathe, stupefied, "How'd you learn to do that?"

Kirk hides behind his curly bangs as if he has the right to get coy after gorging on your pussy so filthily. His teeth, white and charmingly crooked, glitter as he grins flusteredly. He wipes his mouth of spit and slick with the back of his hand. You feel a pang of emptiness without both his hands somewhere on your overheating body. "I, uh, I have a thing for it, I guess."

Great. You sigh, lost for words.

"Can we keep going?" You murmur out, gingerly pressing a warm palm to his worn-soft denim jeans, which are all warped and taut from his hard bulge.

Kirk's hands, all slow tenderness to soothe you, cup your cheeks, fingers sweeping into your hair. He lays a kiss on your lips with his own hungry mouth, kissing away at your senses. "Of course, beautiful."

His bulge swells right beneath your pussy, your orgasm simmering away and dirtying his denim jeans. Handsy with it, he palms off his belt and throws his jeans and boxers somewhere in your room. You let one of your legs fall open while he scoops up the other, forcing your thigh high up his waist, his palm sliding down to grab a handful of your ass. He sinks inside the molten ache of your eaten-raw cunt. He kisses you into oblivion at the sight of his thick cock disappearing within you.

The odd thing is, it all feels so easy. You're choked with the sincerity of the moment. Kirk's hands are devoted worshippers, thumbs stroking along your skin where you tremble, holding you where your thigh and hip meet, cradling you. Weightlessly, and yet with heavy limbs, you lay into the bed. You're full of paradoxes tonight. Light, heavy, friend, lover. They're all the same.

Your hands glide up his taut biceps, sliding down the slope of his back, tracing along muscles and bone. You hook him in, keep him close. Kirk's biting down on his lower lip, his eyes lidded, fluttering at the dreamy feeling of your dripping cunt clenching down on him in searing hot pulses. You shift your hips a little— you can feel his cock smushed into your cervix. Kirk groans low near your ear.

This hot, fulfilling fullness seems to seep deeper and deeper within you, endless. With a hitching breath, Kirk's hips withdraw, taking his body-hot heat with him. Until it pours all over you again in waves, easing your abuse-swollen sex, his thumb dipping down to gather the sopping wetness of your slick, cum, and his drool, and stir it around your puffy clit in full circles. All while he takes you in long, eager strokes, delicious friction causing your hands to skirt around his shoulders, putting a cramping, throbbing, ache in your hips.

You shudder, going tight around him. Kirk presses his face where your shoulder meets your neck. You can feel his baby face, sweet cheeks and plump mouth, those fawn brown eyes of his squeezed shut. Those charming features on a man who is fucking you with so much impeccable spirit that you're surely driven crazy with every rock of his hips, snapping up to wallop into the tenderly sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Every wet sound of his mean cock scraping the velvet insides of your aching cunt draws sobs out from deep within your stuffed-full belly. Your heart feels like a bass pounding in your ears, surrounding you with so much noise, every throbbing thump causing your breaths to shake.

Tangled bodies feel like they're cooking with all the hot friction between them. It smoulders, threatening to ignite— as if the hazy smoke of your social chainsmoking wasn't enough to put you in an awestruck daze. You clench your teeth, scraping your nails up the hollow of Kirk's shoulder blades, your own back arching off the bed, (which he uses as an excuse to get another gropeful of your ass) while he works your throbbing clit even harder. You want to squirm and writhe, but that'd disrupt the gorgeous rhythm of his cock. He drags himself through your wound-tight pussy, sloppy, indescribably thorough whacks of his pelvic bone right on the beginning of your slit.

You forget who's air you're breathing. Or if you're breathing at all.

In carnal screams that scratch up your sore throat, you murmur something akin to more more more don't stop, Kirk. Please. Kirk. His pace stumbles, landing right on his high while you're already curling around him, nails anchored in his skin, cries spilling from your lips. You squeeze around him with so much zeal that Kirk quite literally cannot move for fear of splitting you in two. All epic highs have lows, however: you scrape your hands down, tracing where your cunt oozes out your climaxes, feeling the boiling heat settle down, watching Kirk's glistening cock withdraw from you.

Everything feels suspended. Mid-air, hanging on the edge of something. Maybe it's longing. By some phenomenal stroke of luck (maybe it's your lucky day), the joint you were sharing is still lit. Kirk takes a long drag, exhaling against your clammy, bare skin. His mouth reaches your shoulder, and he kisses it with that pretty, insatiable mouth until you feel faint.

"Fuck," You take the joint he offered to you. Although you're not sure that this moment can get softer and warmer. "That was definitely better than my first time."

Kirk grins at your words, grunting quietly as he lays beside you, guiding your splayed-out hair away from your neck. "Just you wait. That was just a warm-up."

[rockstarslutt]

nsfw alphabet for james pls ?? i loves ur dave one ☺️☺️

Hey!!! I love nsfw alphabets and I obv also love James so I really hope I didn’t fuck up and made it good. Ty for the request and sorry I responded so late.

Also I decided to make it in the 90s era cuz that’s the hottest.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Because he’s extremely rough he would literally wreck your body, but he also loves you very much and needs to take care of you afterwards. He’d carry your bridal style to the shower and get in with you, cleaning you and worshipping your body.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs)

James is a tits guy and don’t tell me otherwise. Big or small he loves them. He loves seeing them bounce while he’s ramming into you, or grabbing them out of nowhere. And even sucking on them!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Being a tits lover, he’d pull out and cum all over your chest. If he’s giving you backshots, he’d pull out, flip you and cum all over them. Even better if he’s fucking your head.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

James carries a Polaroid of your tits in his wallet🤭

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

If it’s in the early 80s he’s pretty much just searching for his own high, but in the late 80s and later he’s fucking you like he owns your body. He knows what you like and where you like it and will torture you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves seeing you ride him. He has a bottom view of your boobs and even if you’re on top, he still has control over you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s all the way serious. He’s focused on you and you only. Your high, his high. That’s it. If you ask him 2+2 he’d say 6.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

James is a hairy guy, but not too hairy. The sexy kind. He’d never shave completely because he thinks it feels weird, so he only grooms a bit of it gets uncomfortable.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Only on special occasions he’ll be romantic and loving. The other times he would fuck you like he hates you. But you like it so there’s nothing to complain about.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

James jerks off a lot. He can’t control his hormones so he just jerks off when he can’t fuck you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink. He always talks about getting you pregnant. He points out how good you’ll look with a belly. You think it’s just a thought that turns him on… or is it something more?

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed, couch, table, car, studio, pool. You name it. If it exists, he’ll fuck you in it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dirty talking. He loves when you guys are flirting, even though you’re together. Flirting just makes his dick throb.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Being the possessive guy he is, he’s the biggest threesome hater. He’d never share you with no one. Not even his band mates. He wants you all to himself.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He adores eating you out. He thinks you taste amazing and hearing the little moans and whines makes him so horny. He’d slurp your juices like the thirsty man he was. But he loves receiving too. He’s fuck your head like you’re some kind of pillow while you gag around him (that’ll be fine).

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

As I mentioned before, he’s fucking you fast. It doesn’t matter how many times he cums. He needs you to literally writhe beneath him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’s not a big fan of quickies. He likes some good, long sex. He’s not finished until he’s tired, so quickies are not his favourite.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

James is very risky. Fingering you under he table is the least he’d to. He’d make you sit on his lap while he grinds against your heat.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for about 10 orgasms, that’s for sure. Cum doesn’t stop him from fucking you. He needs that satisfaction that he ducked his girl rough and hard.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He rarely uses them on you. Only when he’s in the mood to destroy you. He’d overstimulate you with a vibrator against your clit while he fucks your pussy, and with a plug in the ass.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

James doesn’t have the patience to tease you. He wants you then and there, and he’ll fuck you with no hesitation.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

More than low grunts and growls he’d only whisper dirty shit in your ear.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He gets turned on when he sees you eating ice cream or licking a lollipop.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A solid 7 inches. Maybe 7.5 when he’s hard. He thick and has big and heavy balls.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sex drive is very high. Like insane. All he thinks about it sex. He’s also hella horny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not until you fall asleep. He also loves watching you sleep, hearing the breaths and your heartbeat while your chest rises and falls.

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[90shetfield]

Lessons - Jason Newsted x f!Y/N

When Y/N gets the opportunity to learn bass from Jason Newsted she takes it, excited to be learning from her literal idol. Is it only lessons though? Or is there something more to it as soon as she sets eyes on him..

Genre: Fluff W/ some suggestive themes at the end!

Word Count: 1376

Lessons

1991

You’ve always wanted to learn an instrument just not sure which one you would see. All these guitarists melting peoples faces off with their earth shattering distorted noise as they rip through a solo. Sure that was cool, but it just wasn't for you. The guitar is always an instrument that everyone wants to play. You much prefer being in the background focusing on laying down the rhythm section

Then the Bass came to mind. The bass could be one of those show off instruments or it can just be a foundation and you loved that. The low tones as you pluck the E string with your finger still not calloused yet from inexperience. Everything about this instrument made you more and more obsessed by the day. The all black matte body with a mahogany fretboard, every time you saw your bass in the corner of the room you would smile at how pretty it is.

Just one problem… You didn't know how to play it.

At all…

Sure you know that you can use your fingers as a walking pattern or even a pick, but you’re especially starting from nothing. None of your family members play instruments or even listen to that much music so you couldn't ask any of them. The next step was to find someone to help you learn the basics or even more to the instrument.

That's why you’re sitting in a random room in this guy's house while he gets something you can't even remember what he was getting. The room was filled with band posters and had a few stands for his basses. Some papers were scattered around leaving your eyes to gaze. One of the papers had a title on it called “my friend of misery”

Now you knew he was in Metallica trying so hard not to fangirl over THEE Jason Newsted but every time you saw his long curly locks or his grayish blue eyes you’d remember that the whole reason you’re learning this instrument was seeing how he played it. When you would watch their videos or interviews on MTV your eyes would be locked on the quiet and reserved bassist.

You heard the sound of the door opening, there he was flipping his hair out of the way handing you a bottle of water. You take it, cracking it open and sipping a little before placing it down on the floor.

“Sorry the rooms a little messy” He sighs trying to make it look a little presentable for you. He runs a hand through his hair letting out a soft grunt realizing he's not gonna get it all cleaned in 30 seconds. He sits down in front of you giving you a small smile.

“Oh don't worry about it Mr. Newsted!” you respond a little nervous, not even a little you were really nervous. From what you’ve heard he doesn't want anybody in his house for lessons. Somehow he still let you come though. Just the thought of that made you blush a tiny bit.

“You don't have to call me that, you can just call me Jason” He lets out a small laugh, grabbing one of his basses from the stand. Both you and Jason’s basses look almost identical, whether you did that on purpose or not, we’ll never know.

“Okay, so how much do you know about the bass?” His soft voice gives you reassurance, that it's okay that you don't know anything. “I-i- actually don't really know anything, I know you usually don't take people for lessons due to how you're a famous rockstar and everything but im really struggling. I decided to learn this really late” You look to the side avoiding his promising gaze. It's embarrassing to be such a beginner in front of a literal bass god!

He holds your chin in his hands lifting your face up. He smiles at you again immediately making all the thoughts of not being good enough disappear with one touch. Your cheeks flush up a slight hint of a dusty pink. God you hope he doesn't see how his touch is making you feel.

“Listen, I don't normally take people in general. Fame or not, but you have potential. I can see it. You’ve got connections how else would you have contacted me, you went for me instead of all the other bassists in the world I like you” He releases your chin from his grasp softly not wanting to hurt you. Your cheeks flush up even more. “Shit he can totally see it now” you tell yourself.

That was true, Your good friend used to work with Metallica actually and recommended Jason. She asked and he agreed on it surprisingly. Jason Newsted always just likes to sit back and be his own shoulder. You can tell that bothers him a lot though, being so alone at times.

“Okay enough of that let's get started!” Jason inched his chair closer to you resting his hand on his thigh.

“Do you know what an e string is?” You nod hitting the first string, The lowest one. His face lights up already looking so proud for such a little thing. He runs through the rest of the open notes with you doing little mannerisms that you pick up on. Everything he does is cute, the way he would guide your fingers to a string or when he would bite his lip in anticipation yelling out joyfully when you did get it.

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Finally as the clock struck 8 pm he wanted to teach you a simple scale but you couldn't get it no matter what you did. Probably because your fingers hurt really bad being sore and aching from the non stop playing they’ve endured.

“Shit! Sorry Jason, I don't know whats getting over me” You answer honestly feeling scared that you couldn't get it.

“Here let me just show you” He gets up, gets behind you and kneels down. You feel his hot breath on the side of your neck as you tense up. Not because you were weirded out but because you were in such a close position with Jason. He took your hand in his placing your fingers on every single fret guiding you towards it. With every note change the air would get thicker and thicker.

His face turned to look at you. His eyes looking down at your lips then back up at your eyes. The grey tint in them almost makes them look mysterious. His lips part not wanting to look away from you. Your eyes flutter, taking your hand and wrapping it around his long hair.

“Y/N..” he muttered, clearly feeling this too.

“J-Jason” You inch your face closer to his seeing if he’ll take the bait.

He trails your jawline with his rough calloused finger looking at you deviously. He gripped your arm tightly probably leaving marks later  but you really didn't care. All you could think about was how he tasted

What are you doing though Y/N!? Yeah he's cute and he's just your type, but he's your mentor, the man you looked up too. You’re his student and he's the teacher. You guys might be the same age but it just doesn't feel right.

At the same time it feels so right… Like you’ve wanted this ever since you saw them live a couple of months ago.

You needed this, and clearly so did he because his lips crashed into yours pushing your bass out of the way he climbed on top of you still kissing you needily. Your bass ended up somewhere on the floor as you and Jason made out. He pulled away panting. His cheeks red and flustered with his soft pink lips. He looked like a mess and god was it hot.

“I'll see you next week then huh?” he giggled still catching his breath, he pecked your cheek before getting up from off of you running a hand through his hair again. The pink on both our cheeks is not going away anytime.

“Yeah next week” You respond tilting your head back trying to hide how happy you were.

Sorry if this is short or just not up to expectations!! I might make a part two depending how this goes!! I have a lot of other fics to finish and post so I'll be back for a little while but I'll probably be taking a break again just this fic was already finished so I thought I'd post it.

tysm for reading I love you all!! </3

-Maxine

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Hellooo 👋🏻

James being into rough sex, like bruises, bites, making sure you’re limping next day? Reader actually doesn’t like it, but takes it as she afraid he’ll break up with her? He doesn’t notice that she’s is pain and is enjoying seeing marks all over her body. Until one night he wakes up and finds her in the bathroom crying and trying to clean herself after the rough session? And he’s upset that she didn’t tell him she wanted him to be gentle? He takes her back to bedroom and they do it slow and passionately?

I’m thinking ajaf James or black album?

Warnings: smut, implied rough sex, bruises, hickeys, fingering (f receiving), angst, crying, aggressively cleaning skin, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You scrubbed and scrubbed but it didn’t stop the deep purple from spilling under your skin. Your neck, arms and legs all littered in bruises, muscles sore and voice hoarse, tears rolling down your cheeks in streams.

You bit your lip to keep your sobs down, not wanting to wake James who was fast asleep just down the hall. He’d gotten back from tour the day before and after sleeping the day away he was ready to release all his pent up emotions on you.

He loved seeing you all marked up, hickeys and hand prints, all from him. He loved owning you, claiming you as his for everyone to see, it was his favourite part and you were so convinced that if he ever knew how much you hated it, he’d hate you.

You couldn’t lose him, you loved him, the pain was worth it… right?

James woke up to find himself naked in bed, alone. It wasn’t normal for him to be alone at home, you were always there, you didn’t work because you didn’t need to, he didn’t want you to. He figured you’d just gone to the bathroom and would be back soon.

Then he heard a clattering sound and thought something happened, so he went to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” He asked, leaning closer to the door. He heard you sniffles and water running before you shut it off.

“Yes, yeah, I-I’m fine.” You said, struggling to keep your voice flat but managing, just barely. “I’ll, uh, I’ll be right out.” You kept working with the cloth, trying clean up the mess James couldn’t have been bothered with. At some point it became less about the sweat and cum, you were rubbing your skin raw trying to get the marks off, the scratches and bruises.

James waited a moment longer, listening to the faint sounds he could hear. He sighed with a nod. “Just be quick.” He said, turning and walking away.

He sat down in bed and waited for you to come back. He waited a whole minute, if even, before going back to the bathroom and knocking again. “Let me in.”

You jumped at his knock, not expecting him a second time. “I’m sorry, Jamie, I-I promise I’ll be out in a minute.” The words came out rushed and panicked, you didn’t know what he wanted or why he was here but it scared you all the same.

“No, I wasn’t asking, sweetheart, let me in.” He demanded, trying the doorknob but it was locked. You hesitated, then you questioned why you were hesitating. All he wanted was to get in the bathroom because he heard you crying, why were you scared.

You didn’t know what he was going to do to you, you didn’t know how he was going to react to you crying over the marks he put there but you assumed it would end tragically.

You unlocked the door and it swung open, making you step back, you gripped the counter for stability. James caught the notion, eyeing you closely.

You stood naked in front of him, covered in marks he put on you. Your skin was red and irritated but it wasn’t from him, the wet cloth in the filled sink gave him a decent idea of what you were doing.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” He asked, taking a step closer to you. You instinctively took a step back before mentally slapping yourself and moving closer to him again. He sighed and took a step back himself, not wanting to make you more uncomfortable, he could practically see your skin crawling. “I’m not mad, darling, I love you and I’m worried, what happened?” His voice was firm but gentle, full of love.

You crumbled, unable to hold it in anymore. You fell to your knees crying, James quickly got to his knees in front of you, pulling you closer until you were sitting in his lap. He gradually tightened his hold on you, planting kisses wherever he could reach in hopes of calming you down but he didn’t want to force you to stay in his lap.

You were scared of him, terrified even, and that broke a piece of him. He never wanted you to be scared of him, he wanted to be your safe place, who you came for when you cried. Here you were, hiding from him as you broke down.

You tried to speak but it came out mumbled and slurred, voice all choked up and you coughed between sobs so he just held you and kissed you all over, letting you catch your breath before you tried speaking again.

“It hurts!” You cried, the first thing he heard clearly.

“I get that but what hurts?” He asked, keeping his voice soft and low.

“You hurt!” You yelled, looking up at him with glassy eyes and a quivering lip. He stared back at you, eyes wide and flickering over your heartbroken features.

“I hurt..?” He repeated, words coming out barely above a whisper. “Sweetheart, no…” He tightened his hold on you, pulling your head to his chest. “Why wouldn’t you say something..?”

“I-I didn’t want- didn’t want you to leave-leave me…” You managed to get out.

James shook his head. He brought his hand to your face, cupping your cheek and tilting your head up to look at him. “I’m not leaving you anytime soon, love, if I do or say something you don’t like you have to tell me, you don’t deserve to be treated like that if you don’t like it.” He kissed you and let you rest against him once more.

He held you in his lap on the bathroom floor until you stopped crying when he carried you to bed and curled up with you. He lay behind you, an arm around your torso with his hand resting on your stomach, his other arm under your head, free hand playing with your hair.

James placed soft kisses to the back of your neck and leading down to your shoulder, the hand on your stomach moving down to rub your clit slow circles. You bit your lip to quiet yourself but it felt good and a few slipped.

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” He said, kissing your jaw. “Just relax, don’t try to stop your body, alright? Just feel good.” Your lip slipped from between your teeth and more moans left your.

“Want more, Jamie.” You said in a whisper, not sure if you wanted him to hear it or not.

“More?” He repeated, pulling his hand away for a moment. “Just tell me if it’s too much.” He said, pushing into you with a low groan.

He moved his hips slow, letting you feel and savour ever moment of it. His hand went back to your clit, the pace was nothing he’d done with you before, it was always fast and hard, words harsh and degrading. This was different.

“You’re doing so good for me, darling, just keep making those noises, let me hear you.” He muttered, leaving kisses on you to leave kisses on you, not to mark you. Your skin was littered with James but they would go away, James loved you too much to put them back. As long as you loved him and knew he loved you nothing else mattered.

“Jamie-! Jamie, feels-feels good.” You whined, clutching the sheets, the hand playing with your hair went to grab yours, letting you squeeze him.

James didn’t have anything to say, leaving more kisses in his wake, feeling his own high coming up on him. Your eyes fluttered and rolled back, body melting into James’s as he came, filling you to the brim with his seed.

He moved, going to pull out but you stopped him. “Stay, Jamie.” You said, looking back at him over your shoulder. “Just stay.”

He smiled back at you and nodded, pulling you tighter to him. “I’ll clean up in the morning, then, alright?” You nodded, letting sleep take over you.

[ghostbustting]

Hey, I was wondering if you could write something about the fact that the reader has been James's partner for 5 years, and while they are at their friend's birthday party they argue over silly things but they both take it to heart, so the reader decides to make James jealous with x man (nothing too far-fetched) then James gets really upset and takes the reader to his house and they have rough sex (where James takes out his annoyance on the reader) And by the way, let it end with some good ending.

I imagined this scenario with James 1998, when he becomes beefier 🤭.

thank u anon, I shall say the word "beefier" on a daily basis now.

╰┈➤“𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾

𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 .ᐣ„ ๋࣭⭑

‘98!James Hetfield x Reader

Contains smut.

Hand in hand, James and I carefully step into the bar that we were told to go to by his bandmate Kirk and his wife Lani, finding all of our friends and some faces we haven’t recognized yet all gathered around the bar to celebrate the guitarist’s wife’s 27th birthday.

Smiles are on everyone’s face while I release James’ hand in order to pull Lani into a warm embrace, “Happy birthday!” I congratulate her, pecking her cheek and stepping back, watching as James congratulate her as well.

Kirk stood by her side with an even wider smile than I usually see on him daily, it warms my heart to see how many love he have as his eyes stays on Lani, seemingly mesmerized by her.

James and I stood back with the others as someone brings in Lani’s birthday cake, I feel his arm around me as he kiss my head, making me lean against him as we watch her make a wish and blow the candles.

Then, Kirk wrap his arms around her and kiss her passionately before exclaiming to the crowd, “Happy birthday to this amazing wife of mine!!” His cheeky smile spreads to Lani’s own face as everyone cheer.

I watch the look they share with each other, my eyes slowly falling to the wedding rings on their fingers.. then to my own empty finger.

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot of how Kirk and Lani had only been dating each other for one year only, yet they have already gotten married not long ago in January.

I can’t help but compare the both of them and their marriage to my five year relationship with James.

We’ve been together for so long, yet only ever keeping things as boyfriend and girlfriend. Sure, maybe it means he’s extremely loyal. But is it wrong if I just want to make things even more serious with him? I only ever wanted to be tied to him by an unbreakable vow and strengthen our love.

James and I sit down with the rest, drinking. My eyes slowly gaze upon him, the smile on his face as someone make a crappy joke. I feel the need to try to talk about it to him, finding the couple in front of us as a perfect topic starter.

I wait patiently for the perfect moment, clearing my throat as he drink. “Hey, James?” I slowly call out to him. His blue eyes look over at me and he grin, “Yea, baby?” He place the glass of drink back down on the table.

Taking deep breaths, I slowly speak. “So.. Kirk and Lani make a pretty couple, right..? Can’t believe they’re already 11 months into marriage.”

“Yeah, but eh that’s love.” He answer casually.

I look down and sigh, “I um.. Well, what about us..?” I start again, he look at me with a raised eyebrow, a small hint of confusion on his face. “We’ve been dating for five years now, so I’m wondering—”

“God..” He mutter and sigh, taking another sip of his glass.

I cut myself off when I hear this, a bit surprised by his attitude. “Excuse me?” I lean back in my seat and furrow my eyebrows, “What’s with the sigh?” I ask, sounding a bit offended.

He drowned his drink and sigh as he swallow the liquid, setting the glass down. He slowly turn his gaze towards me, shrugging. “Look, I love you and you love me. Isn’t that enough luck for you?”

“Luck? That’s what you call our love? Not fate?”

He groaned and run a hand through his blond hair, “I don’t mean it like that! I’m just saying, we don’t need to concern about marriage as long as we love each other.” He rambled out, rolling his eyes.

Though his words are partially correct, it’s his attitude that bugs me. “But don’t you think we should start a family? It’s been five years, James. Five goddamn years—” But then he cut me off yet again.

“Yea you said that already. Besides, you’re already a family to me like I probably am to you.”

“But—”

“Can you just stop thinking about it? It’s a fucking birthday party, not a couple counseling.”

Feeling sick of his attitude, I sigh and stand up from my chair. “Where do you think you’re going?” James ask me, a hint of surprise in his voice. Instead, I simply shrug him off and take my glass with me as I walk away to another side of the bar.

I didn’t know why, but knowing he reject the very thought of creating an actual family, tying an ever tighter bond between us, making our love even more true, breaks my heart. I know he’s probably not ready yet. I know I’m supposed to accept his choice.

But I can’t stand the fact all of my friends had to shove their wedding rings in front of my face.

Sliding into a stool, I sigh and place my glass on the bar counter. I rest my elbow on the counter as I bury my face in my hands, rethinking the situation in my head. I find his harsh responses to be terribly unnecessary, he could’ve just responded with a softer response and try patiently to make me understand.

That’s when I hear someone slipping into the stool that was placed next to the one I’m currently sitting on. My eyes slowly peek through my fingers to see the mystery person, finding a guy I have never seen before. To be fair, I don’t know most faces here.

“Hey there.” He greeted me, a charming smile on his face, his arms resting on the counter as he tilt his head and look at me with those chocolate eyes.

“Hello..” I answer hesitantly.

Eventually, I discover that he was a close friend of Lani back then. He’s actually quite a nice and charismatic man, his style is a huge contrast to James’, yet no less intriguing. His brown eyes always looking serious whenever I speak, appreciating every letter that enters his ears. But of course.. there wasn’t any real special interest I have for him.

As he speak, I glance around the bar a little, a smile on my face now as he have lifted up my mood again. It didn’t took long before I notice the cold jealous eyes from across the bar that belongs to none other than my one and only boyfriend, James Hetfield.

Usually, it was a danger to play with fire when the James you’re dealing with is this type of James. But seeing the way his eyes sends daggers into the guy in front of me, the way his fingers grip his glass tightly to the point it seems like it’s about to shatter, the look of jealousy in his face..

I can’t help but grin to myself before I turn to the guy again.

Leaning slightly closer to the guy, I start talking more with him, making sure to laugh at a shitty joke he slip in that I’d probably actually call cringe if only I wasn’t testing James.

I put on my most stupid smile an twirl a piece of hair around my index finger as I listen to this guy ramble about something I surely and never will partake any interest in. He was definitely not James. He doesn’t share the same interest as the ones that James and I would talk about nonstop almost everyday of every year.

Bored, I take my glass of drink and take a sip of it. That’s when.. I feel a hand harshly grip my arm and tug on it.

When I turn my head, I was met by a stern looking James. It’s hard to tell what emotion was exactly built up inside those icy cold blue eyes of his, whether it’s jealousy, anger, annoyance, or everything in once. Nevertheless, the way his eyes immediately stare right into my soul gave my heart a quick pang of shock.

“Wha—”

“We’re leaving.”

“But—”

“No.”

Before I can say another word, he just drag me by my arm out of my seat and out of that bar, simply yelling to his friends; “See you, man!”

I was forced to stay silent as he bring us over to our car and push me into the passenger seat before jogging to the other side of the car and get into the driver seat. I look at him cautiously as I slowly relax into the seat.

The ride to his house was filled with tension, he didn’t even spoke a word or glance a bit at me, yet he kept his hand on my thigh, gripping it tightly and even massaging the flesh every now and then, especially when he got pissed off by the other drivers on the road.

Sure, I planned for him to fully unleash his jealousy. But I never really expected him to be this.. intense.

My heart was practically jumping in and out of my chest by the time we arrive on the driveway of his house, I try to speak. “James—” Then again, my words fail to come out as he immediately exit the car and go around to my side.

He opens my passenger seat door and suddenly grab me without another word, throwing me over his shoulder while he close the door with his other hand. I gasp and squirm on his shoulder as he carry me all the way into his house.

“James- put me down..” I practically whined and grab onto his shirt, scared of falling and possibly hitting my head hard on the floor. I let out another gasp when he take his hand and land a harsh smack to my ass. I stop squirming and wince.

I could’ve sworn I heard him mutter something under his breath that I couldn’t really hear clearly while I watch as he close the front door and lock it, still holding me on his shoulder as he start to walk us upstairs.

I wasn’t quite sure what was happening. He was quiet. Way too quiet. All I could hear and feel is my own loud heartbeat while holding tightly onto his shoulder, I can smell the stinging but nice scent of his cologne filling my nostrils.

Even without being able to see his face, I can sense how he surely isn’t playing anymore.

Then before I know it, we were in his room and he kick the door shut before storming his way to the bed and technically throwing me onto it, causing a small grunt from me.

His bed has always been comfortable, the sheets has been a witness of all the love we shared in his room and on his bed. Innocently, and.. not so innocently.

His large hand slammed down on the spot next to my head, his face leaning down close to mine, just a few inches apart. “You fucking slut.” He spat, his voice deeper than I remember and his eyes colder than I ever saw. “You did that on purpose didn’t you?”

“Did what..?” I try to play dumb, though my eyes were slightly widened, intimidated by the proximity and how much tension he’s putting on tonight. I can’t help but press my thighs together, feeling an oh so familiar soaking spot on my panties.

“You know damn well what.” All of a sudden, he flip me over and push my dress over my ass, my eyes widening and I try to squirm out of my position of which is underneath him.

Denying my effort, he pull me back and keep me in place as he lift my hips up a little, pushing my head into the sheets as his hand lands harshly on my ass, leaving a red mark in the shape of his very own large hand, a loud gasp and a wince coming out of me. “Trying to make me jealous? That jerk didn’t even look half good as me.”

I can’t help but let out a small scoff at his statement, only earning another harsh spank to my ass. I wince and try to pull down my dress back, failing when his hand slapped mine away and hit again, even harsher this time.

He was mean. Always has been when he’s not in a good mood.

The worse part is I love it.

“Did you really think I’d let you go home with a dick that small? Don’t you know you’re mine?” He chuckle and pull down my panties slowly, I just knew he was smirking wide and cocky when he saw the sinful pool on my panties. “Dirty girl..” He mutter as he throw the panties away.

An even louder gasp leaves me when I feel his tongue on my cunt, his hands holding my hips tightly in his grasp. “James—” I was cut off by another spank to my ass along with a harsh suckle on my clit, I moan and whimper, hips wiggling uncontrollably as he work his tongue’s magic on me.

I can feel him spitting onto my pussy before diving back in, his groan muffled. He sucked and licked and bite and technically made out with every part of me he found down there. Every single one of those action never failed to pull out the loudest moan from me.

My visions turns blurry, the pleasure always way too much to handle every single time. I will never underestimate the power this musician holds on me. He knows way too much about my weakness. Perhaps, that’s because he’s the only man I’ll ever let discover the dirties part of me.

The moment his tongue slips through my folds, I lost it.

I was a moaning mess, gripping every part of the sheets that I could reach while he ate me out like a starving man. Yet his cock haven’t even made it out of his boxers.

“James please.. ahn.. more..”

I whined when he delivered even more rough spanks onto my ass, feeling the mark he left stinging and will surely make sitting a difficult task for me to do later on. Each time his palm meets my skin, more tears build up in my eyes.

A tight knot is felt in my stomach and the moment he gave a harsh suck on my pussy, I start to release on his tongue, moaning loudly to the point I’m sure these walls around us might betray us and spill my pleads for him to our neighbors.

I can feel him lick me clean one last time before pulling back, his hand immediately going to his belt and unbuckling it. “Who said you can cum? Hm?” He sounds breathless yet annoyed at the same time.

Hips back down on the bed, I was still recovering from my strong release, tears spilling from my eyes to the sheets underneath me, soaking it. That’s when I feel him tap his cock on my ass. “Hips. Up.”

What else can I do other than obey him and lift my hips up, though my weak state only allowed me to do lift it a little, which then James force with his hands to be up high in the air on display for him to completely ruin.

“I’ll show you what that fucking dickhead can’t give you.” He hold onto my ass before guiding his cock in with his other hand, immediately thrusting in a harsh pressure, meeting that one special spot in me right away.

I gasp and grip onto sheets, “Oh fuck!” I cry as he grab ahold of my hips and hold it still, his hips ramming back and forth into mine, his well-sized cock stretching me out and hitting all the right spots in me I’m sure he knows all too well.

His grunts along with the sounds of his balls slapping against my pussy fills my ears, yet they were no competition to my loud moans, they just keep pouring out of my mouth and might make me lose my voice later on. But I could care less. If this man stuffed inside me felt the need to take out his annoyance to me and show me who I belong to, I’m ready all night for him.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He murmured and deliver another hit to the already numb skin of my ass.

“I’m yours!” I moaned, “I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours!!”

“So you do know your place, huh?”

That’s when I feel his fingers in my hair, fisting it into a ball. I wince when he tugged on it and hold onto it as his hips move in a surreal speed, thrusting in and out of me in a speed of light. My lips were parted as I pant and whimper at the feeling, almost like a dog. It was humiliating. But at the same time arousing for him.

My eyes rolls to the back of my head, tears rolling down my cheeks uncontrollably, my hips try to move to his rhythm as well, adding to the pleasure. I slowly turn my head back towards James, finding him smirking smugly, still groaning with every thrusts. “Yea? You like that?”

He pulled me up by my hair and my back meets his chest, his arms wrap around me as he continue to thrust into me, my hands grip onto his arms as I lean my head on his shoulder. “C’mon.. answer me, baby.” He pull down the top of my dress now to pull out both of my breasts, cupping them in his hands.

“I love it!” I moaned out.

He chuckle and took ahold of my face, his lips finding mine in an instant, starting a sloppy and desperate kiss, our tongues meeting and rubbing against one another lazily. I whimper and look down when we pull away, “James.. wanna cum..” I mumble, breathless.

He bury his face in my neck and start kissing and biting there, a mark was made right below my ear. “Do it with me, baby. C’mon.”

With one last weak yet desperate thrust, we held onto each other and let out the most sinful noises ever as we release our load together. His cum shooting into me while mine came gushing out and mixing with his while he pull out his cock.

Too weak, I fall onto the bed and whine as I feel our mixed cum slowly dripping out of my swollen and used cunt.

He let out a heavy sigh as he fell onto my back, kissing from my shoulder, to my back, to the back of my neck, and to my other shoulder. I just hum tiredly, appreciating his caring gesture in a small soft smile as I turn to him.

I lift his arm up and slip right into it, “I’m sorry for—”

“No, I am.”

I look up at him with raised eyebrows, a bit taken aback by his sudden apology and refusal of my own apology.

He shook his head and look down, his hand reaching up to play with my hair, a habit he does every aftercare. “I shouldn’t have said it like that to you.. I was being a complete unreasonable jerk. I should’ve told you I’m not ready..” He sigh and kept his head low with his eyes away, as if he’s embarrassed of himself.

“James..” I sigh and reach up to cup his cheek, “Don’t be sorry, please..” I whisper and kiss his nose, smiling softly. “What happened earlier is just a silly misunderstanding, okay..? I love you and you love me, as long as we have love and each other, the world doesn’t matter.” I spoke, using his own words yet with a better arrangement. My voice gentle as I paint his face with kisses, pulling out his own smile as his blue eyes met mine again.

“God bless your mom and dad for creating you.” He mumble as he tuck a couple hair behind my ear. I laugh softly and close my eyes as I rest my head on his chest.

[aishnico]

https://www.tumblr.com/aishnico/727555979828412416/more-cliff-please-omg

It was so beautiful can you do one about a daughter pls …. Mommy with lol

#𝘾𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙁 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙊𝙉: 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

» summary: the talented bassist cliff burton himself plants flowers with his wife and daughter

» word count: 2.8k

» warnings: none, except tooth-rothing fluff (+ 🎁) allusions to suggestiveness ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), grammar issues

» a/n: i’m not gonna excuse myself for posting this after more than a year (i bet whoever sent me this request hates me even 😞) it was kinda difficult for me to write this because before the final version, i wrote couple of other versions which i’ve found them cringe (this is also) so i deleted them. anyway i hope y’all like it 😓💕

cliff burton is a great bassist of one of the best bands in the world. he’s written many iconic songs, and has performed in countless stages both around the country and world legendarily. he is loved at almost every corner around the world, and a lot of people are following the road he leads and wishing to become like him.

who would ever think that he’s good at gardening too?

“sweetheart, what are you doing?” cliff paused digging a hole in the soil. he just got a giggle from your daughter, obviously knowing that she’s up to something. “nothing~ why would you ask that?”

“aren’t you the one who pleaded to buy these flower seeds? and yet here i am, doing all the work… not fair, dove, not fair.” he dramatically sighed, causing another giggle let out from her.

“i’ll join you just in a second, daddy.” there was a mischief in her tone. and he felt her tiny hands on his long, auburn hair again. he could see where was this going, but didn’t say anything more.

“where’s mommy?” cliff asked, changing the subject. she shrugged off, “she said she’ll pay a visit to auntie bonnie but that was like an hour ago?”

“auntie bonnie?” he paused, lifting an eyebrow. “she didn’t say anything about it to me.”

she didn’t reply as she started to hum a familiar song he couldn’t recognize yet. he decided to ask you about it later. “hey, can you pass me that flowering can?”

he sighed quietly when he realized she was too busy to braid his hair, not to mention that she was putting a couple of flowers here and there. she frowned when he suddenly stood up, causing his half-braid to come loose and flowers falling. “daddy, you ruined everything!”

“ruined what, doll?” he chuckled, grabbing the watering can he mentioned. “if you’re not gonna help me, i’ll get no presents for you from tours.” obviously lying…

“wha- that’s not fair!” she pouted, causing him to laugh. with one quick move, cliff lifted her, causing her to gasp loudly. “put me down!” soon the sounds of laughter filled the backyard as he started to spin her in his arms.

“are you gonna help me now?” he planted a kiss on her cheek, and she squeezed her eyes in discomfort. “your mustache tickles.”

“i’m not gonna shave it though.” she could feel his hidden smirk.

“yeah, don’t do it. it suits you.”

“oh yeah? good to hear that.” when he was about to kiss her cheek again, the parking sound of a car was heard. she look at him, excited. “do you think it’s mommy?”

“there’s one way to find out.” he only hyped up her, causing her to smile more. “c’mon”

cliff sneaked to the front of the house with your daughter in his arms, trying to imitate a secret agent to excite her more. “what do you see?” she whispered to him.

“hmm,” he saw nothing but your car and your thoughtful figure as you were looking at some papers. he wondered if this was somehow connected with his sister. “i see our runaway and the car she stole without any permission.”

“oh no!” she put her hands on her mouth, covering. “do you think she’s hiding something from us?”

“i’m afraid, that’s how it seems…” he dramatically lowered his gaze and pressed his lips together. she gasped loudly again in response.

you heard some whispers behind the house, lifting your left eyebrow in curiosity and checking if there was someone there. as you heard the familiar gasp, you smirked to yourself and put the papers inside your bag. you made your way to the backyard in big, slow steps. the whispers stopped, and when you turned your head to look behind the house you gasped, horrified. “boo!”

“sh-“ you look at cliff with a panicked face, not finishing what was coming. “sweetheart, you scared me!”

“teehee, you deserved that, mommy!”

your right hand was still holding your chest to ease up. “what did i even do?”

“you left us without saying anything in the morning, i woke up in the cold bed, you know..” you felt cliff’s free hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “hi, love.” he murmured against your neck.

a soft sigh left your mouth as you planted a gentle kiss on top of your daughter’s head while your other hand was patting your husband’s fluffy hair. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to worry both of you.”

“it’s okay, now that mommy’s here, we all can plant the flowers right?” she asked with excitement.

“yeah, but first, i’m gonna change my clothes.” you smiled and pinched her cheek while freeing yourself from cliff, not missing shooting a wink to him before entering the house. cliff put her down, fixing her hair. “i’ll be right back, don’t touch anything before we return okay?” when she nodded to him he followed you behind.

you were checking yourself out in the mirror when cliff bursted inside the room. there was a confused look on his face which you couldn’t understand why. he made his way towards you and wrapped his long arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck once again. “hi again, love.”

“hey,” you didn’t move as you let him stay like this a little bit more. “is everything alright?”

“yeah, it’s just like i said, i was a little bit sad when i woke up without you by my side, you know i’m leaving soon.”

“ugh don’t remind me…” you sighed in sadness. “sorry again.”

“where were you by the way? princess told me that you went to see bonnie.”

“uh, yeah.” you slightly shifted from your position. “i needed to talk to her about something.”

you felt him move his hands from you, moving to the bed. “you act so mysterious, you know, but i’m not gonna question it.” he threw one of his t-shirts to you before leaving the room. you quickly put it on and followed him behind. it caught him off guard when you wrapped your arms around his torso, slowly moving his head backward to meet your gaze.

“hey, i’m not hiding from you okay? nothing bad i mean…”

“oh so you are hiding something?” he playfully asked, making you break the eye contact with a little bit of shyness.

“we’re going to talk about it later, yeah? promise.” you planted a short yet gentle kiss on his lips on your tiptoes. when you wanted to walk away, cliff pulled you gently to himself, putting his large hands on your already-heated cheeks. he connected your lips in a second, starting a gentle kiss. you hummed and opened your mouth for more access. he smiled before deepening the kiss without realizing it, then leaned his forehead on yours.

“cliff,” you broke the kiss unwillingly. “we should get going before she starts whining.”

“yeah, right” he sighed and intertwined your hands, leading you to the door. when you reached the backyard again, you saw your daughter lying on the grass, making a flower crown of various ones while humming a song. you stopped cliff, turning your face to him.

“babe, can you please get the camera from the living room? i really want to take a photo of her in that position.” he hummed then made his way back to the house again. you smiled at how your little girl was looking beautiful and serene. that moment, you decided to sneak behind her and surprise her like she did to you. but when you got closer to her, she suddenly shifted her gaze to you with a smile.

“well well, what do we have here?” you made her blush as you laid beside her. “hi, mommy! i missed you.”

“i missed you too sweetie! auntie bonnie says hi and misses you too. asked me to kiss you for her.” she giggled when you planted a wet kiss on her cheek. “i miss her too,” then she gasped. “can i go sleepover at her?” her eyes shone.

“for tonight?”

“yeah!”

“all right, i’ll ask her. but you have to help us to plant all these seeds which you begged us to buy, remember?”

“right..” she huffed and rolled her eyes. “when they are even going to bloom?”

“well, roses will bloom in about one and a half months. as for lilies and dahlias, it might take three or four…”

“that’s so long!” she whined. “but baby, we warned you when we were buying these.” there was a pout now on her face, and you decided to tickle her to make her laugh as you heard cliff’s approaching steps.

you slid both of your arms under her armpits and started to tickle her. seconds later sounds of non-stopping loud laughter filled the backyard. “m-mommy sto- hahaha!”

“think about how gorgeous they will look after months, love. we’re going to be the prettiest ones i swear.”

“really?!”

“yeah, all of our friends and relatives will want to take them for themself. but we’re not gonna let them, will we?”

“of course n- hahahaa! s-stop!” when her eyes welled up due to laughing you did as she said.

“say cheese!”

both of you turned your faces where the voice came from with the same expressions.

*click*

cliff walked towards you and laid beside both of you while waiting for the photo to come out. seconds later, you saw your and your daughter’s breathless and wide smiling faces. she took the photo of him and giggled. “we look so good, aren’t we, daddy?”

“damn right you both do.” he smiled but his face got wrinkled when you hit his chest with your elbow. “ouch!”

“what’s ‘damn’?” she asked curiously.

“what, did you mishear? he said ‘darn’, sweetie. now go and put the photo somewhere safe.” she nodded and ran a little bit far from you.

“you weren’t supposed to say that, you know?” you whispered quite annoyed.

“sorry, babe. it’s just out of habit.” he managed to quickly kiss you before you could say anything. you melted the moment you felt his lips on yours.

“she told me that she misses her auntie nowadays. even wants to go sleepover to her tonight.” he mumbled to your ear, making you blush a little bit. “she said the same things to me as well.” you replied.

“what do you think, hm?” it wasn’t helping when he was rubbing his nose on your cheek.

“i said, i’ll think about it.” you bit your lip and when your daughter was approaching you pushed him off.

“so, the seeds!” cliff cleared his throat then stood up while reaching his arm to you to help you stand up. you gladly took his hand.

“first, dig some not-too-deep holes okay? leave some space between them.” he instructed her as she hummed, doing as he said. “how many i should?”

“three seeds per flower should be enough.” you answered while watering the seeds cliff planted before.

“three is not enough!” she whined.

“sweetie, those nine seeds will tire you out before you can think of planting more.” cliff replied, putting little colorful flags she had made near the seeds. “you done?” she nodded in response.

“great, now grab the rest of the seeds and bury them into those holes. don’t forget to place these cute flags you made near them to remember where you buried them, alright?”

“yeah!” she excitedly ran to the little table where the packet was. seconds later, she returned and started to place them into holes. cliff glanced at her and walked to her side. “hey hey hey, if you’re gonna bury dahlias, you need to dig a little bit deeper.”

“but you said ‘not too deep’.” she got confused.

“well, glad i glanced at you now. i forgot to tell you an important thing about this. seeds of roses are small, that’s why you should bury them not too deep. size of lilies is bigger than roses so you need to bury them a little bit deeper than them. and dahlias’ seeds are bigger than these two. so you need to bury deeper compared to them.”

while he was explaining her details about seeds, you decided to take advantage of this moment and take a photo of them while being busy burying seeds. you grabbed the camera which wasn’t too far from you and positioned it comfortably.

she was digging and he was watching her movements carefully. when he told her to stop, both of them put a seed in a hole and then started to bury it.

*click*

both of them froze and then looked in your direction. you smiled at them and approached them. seconds later, the photo where they were planting appeared in your hands. “both of you look so good, i won’t distract you again.” you moved off from them after kissing their cheeks. cliff smiled like an idiot, watching you go in another direction with melted eyes. this didn’t escape her notice as she grinned. “daddy!” she called out to move his attention.

“ahem! yeah right, now put those flags and then you can start watering them.”

after spending about half an hour in the backyard, three of you decided to finally rest at home. cliff fell asleep on the bed more quickly than you expected. while you were lying beside him, moving his hair out of his face, the door slowly opened. it was no one but your daughter, looking secretly behind the door. you smiled and invited her to lay beside her daddy. her mouth opened in excitement then left the room. a confused look appeared on your face, trying to understand what happened. about five minutes later, she appeared in your room again this time with a couple of flowers in her hands. she sneakily got on the empty side of the bed with a grin.

“baby, what are you up to?” you asked in a whisper.

“while you were gone, i wanted to try something new on daddy. but he must have understood what i was trying to do so he ruined it.” she whispered back, already playing with his hair.

“ruined ‘what’ darling?”

“shh! you need to sleep too.” you just chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully, continuing to examine your oh-so-handsome husband, fingers caressing his pale cheeks. a couple of minutes later, your daughter got out of bed with a satisfied smile. “done, i’ll be right back.”

still being confused, you didn’t think much about her intentions. suddenly, his eyelashes started to flutter with furrowed eyebrows. you chuckled at his grumpy face. a loud yawn escaping from his lips as he tries to open his eyes wildly. when he saw your figure next to him, his expression changed into soft immediately. his arms wrapping around your torso once again. “morning, beautiful.”

“it’s actually afternoon but anyway. morning, handsome.” you giggled.

“a perfect way to wake up...” he mumbled with his husky voice, eyes now examining your face with pure adoration.

“i talked with bonnie, she said she would be delighted to have her as a guest tonight.” you gave him a sly grin.

“perfect, i’ll take her there in the evening.” he grinned the same way you did.

“cliff,” you bit your lip. “you know i can’t keep secrets from you right, so i’m gonna tell you something really important.”

his expression changed again into a serious one, eyebrows were furrowed again in worry.

“no, no, there’s nothing to worry about okay?” you inhaled, trying to find words to continue.

sounds of heavy steps were heard behind, cliff slowly turned around to look. and then…

*click*

cliff furrowed his eyebrows more, this time in confusion. “sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

“nothing, you just look really pretty, daddy.” she giggled and then ran in a second. cliff looked at both of his sides and then froze in place. “cliff?” you straightened up and looked in his direction then a gasp left from you.

his hair was in a long braid with various flowers.

he chuckled at the sight. touching his stylish hair. you smiled and put your head on top of his shoulder. “it suits you.”

“so that was what she was trying to do since morning huh…” he laughed.

“i saw her making a flower crown, she was probably gonna put it on your hair and then take a photo of you. but since you made her work today, she couldn’t get a chance before.”

“i don’t mind though if it makes her happy.”

“you’ll mind it if she shows that picture to her metallica uncles.” you smirked mischievously. his face fell exactly at that moment, quickly got up and went after her. “princess, if you show that photo to others, you’ll regret it later!” he shouted behind her.

sounds of giggles and laughter filled around the house not much later. while you were lying on the bed alone, you thought how lucky you were to have them and how you were gonna tell them that another flower was about to bloom nine months later.

dude was a family man i’m sure he would be happy to have more kids 🫂

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Since I love November, I couldn't help but write something about the vibes it gives me. Anyway, I got this idea while I was walking in a park.

Wrapped in love

The November air bites at my skin, and I pull my scarf tighter around my neck, wishing I'd grabbed something heavier than my thin coat. The park is almost empty now, with only a few stray leaves dancing in the wind. James walks beside me, his steps steady, matching mine without a word. The trees are bare, their limbs reaching up to the gray sky, and the world feels still, like it's holding its breath in the cold.

I shiver, my breath puffing out in little clouds, and James glances over at me, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Are you cold?" His voice is soft, but I can hear the concern in it.

I shake my head quickly, trying to brush it off. "No, I'm fine. Really. It's not that bad."

But he looks at me, his eyes soft and searching, and his expression softens even more. "Y/n," he says, his tone quiet but firm. "You're freezing. Come here."

Before I can protest, he's already pulling off his sheepskin coat, the familiar warmth of it making me smile a little even before it's wrapped around me. It smells like him—like leather and something else I can't quite name—and it feels like home.

"James, I'm okay," I begin, but he's not hearing it. He carefully drapes the coat over my shoulders, his fingers brushing against my skin, and I feel the warmth seep into me immediately. But it's more than just the coat. It's the way he looks at me—tender, like he wants to take care of me, like he *always* wants to take care of me.

His hands linger for just a moment on the collar, adjusting it around my neck, and I can't help but watch him. There's no rush, no hurry. Just him, looking at me with that soft affection I've come to know so well.

"You're shivering," he says quietly, his voice low, full of concern. "I'm not going to let you freeze."

I smile at him, my heart fluttering at how much he means it. I move closer, pulling the coat tighter around me and instinctively stepping a little nearer to him, wanting to share the warmth he's offering me.

"Don't freeze because of me," I murmur, pressing a hand against his arm.

James looks down at me, his expression softening even more, and I feel that little spark between us—a quiet, intimate connection that's always been there, but now feels a little more special. The way his fingers graze my cheek as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear makes my breath catch. I don't even try to hide the smile that spreads across my face.

"I'll survive," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "But you're the one I'm worried about."

I pull the coat tighter around me and shift just a little closer to him, resting my head on his shoulder for a moment. It feels natural, like this is exactly where I'm supposed to be.

"Thank you," I say softly, my voice full of affection, of trust, and more than just gratitude for the coat.

James's lips curl into that familiar smile, the one that always makes my heart race. "Anything for you," he says, the words carrying a weight that makes my chest feel full.

I look up at him, feeling the love between us in the air, and for a moment, I just want to stay like this forever. In this little bubble where nothing else matters but the two of us.

"I think you're right," I tease softly. "It does look better on me."

James laughs, the sound rich and warm, and he leans in to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. "I don't mind," he says with a grin. "I'll just have to steal it back later."

I roll my eyes playfully, but the truth is, I never want to give the coat back. It's not just the coat that makes me feel warm, though. It's him. "Always him."

We sit on a bench beneath a bare tree, the last of the leaves fluttering around us. I'm still wrapped in the coat, and for a long moment, neither of us speaks. I can feel his presence next to me—so familiar, so comforting. The way he looks at me, the way his hand brushes against mine, like we've always been this close.

Finally, I whisper, "I'm keeping it. For tonight."

James smiles that sweet, knowing smile. "Keep it as long as you need," he murmurs. "I don't mind being the one who's cold for a while, as long as you're warm."

And just like that, the world fades a little—just the two of us, the cold night, and a coat that's shared.

Suddenly, I feel like I can't leave him in suspense any longer. Without thinking, I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. It's gentle, full of affection, and when I pull back, I see the surprise in his eyes. But it's not awkward; instead, he smiles, warmth radiating from him in a way that only makes me love him more.

"Thank you," I whisper again, my voice barely more than a breath. But this time, it's not just for the coat. It's for everything. For the love he gives me, for the way he cares, for the way he makes me feel like I'm the most important person in the world.

James pulls me into a hug then, strong and sure, wrapping his arms around me like he never wants to let go. I bury my face into his chest, feeling safe and loved, my heart swelling in my chest.

"Always, Y/n. I'll always take care of you," he murmurs into my hair.

And with him holding me like this, wrapped up in the warmth of his embrace, I know—I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.

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Embracing Imperfections

Reader is feeling insecure about her body and Kirk is there to tell her how much he loves her body.

Kirk Hammett x Reader ☆ Fluff and tiny bit of smut, body insecurities

Standing in front of the mirror, dressed in a pair of tight cycling shorts, you can't help but feel self-conscious about your thighs. You had been feeling that you had gained some weight recently, and it was starting to affect your confidence. You sigh, running a hand over your curves and wishing you could just magically make them disappear. You turn this way and that, trying to get a better look at yourself from every angle.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should voice your insecurities. But Kirk's comforting presence makes you feel safe, and you decide to open up to him. "Kirk baby," you watch him through the reflection of the mirror as he sits on the edge of the bed. "I feel like I've gained weight, especially in my thighs. I don't feel very attractive right now," she admits, her voice quiet.

Your eyes meet and Kirk smiles at you reassuringly. "You look beautiful, as always," he says and notices your critical expression as your turn around to face him.

"You're perfect just the way you are,"

But despite Kirk's reassurances, you can't shake the feeling of insecurity that has crept into your mind. You've always been conscious of your body, always striving for perfection. And now, with the added pressure of society's unrealistic beauty standards, you can't help but feel like you're falling short.

Kirk looked up into your eyes, placing his hands on the back of your thighs. "Baby, I want you to know something. I think you are so fucking hot and I love every single part of you. And that includes your thighs."

You raise an eyebrow, unsure of where this was going. "I just feel like I've gained some weight lately..." You said, feeling self-conscious.

Kirk shook his head. "You haven't and I don't care about that. To me, you are the most gorgeous woman in the world. And I love every inch of your body, including your thighs. They are strong and soft and just perfect."

You felt a blush spreading across your cheeks. "Really?"

"Really." Kirk said, pulling you closer. "I want you to know that I love you just as you are. And I want to show you just how much."

With that, he pulled you down onto his lap, leaned in and kissed you deeply, bodies pressed together. You could feel the heat and desire building between you as you explored each other's bodies.

Kirk trailed his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He moved lower, his hands caressing your curves as he went.

When he reached your thighs, he paused, looking up at you with a wicked grin. "These are my favorite part of you." He said, before a hand slipped between your legs and he presses a hungry kiss onto your soft lips.

You gasp as he continues to explore your body, his touch setting your skin on fire. You tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him closer as you both lose yourself in the passion of the moment.

As you eventually come together in a rush of pleasure, you knew that Kirk truly did love every part of you. And you felt more confident and beautiful than ever before.