#metallica x you

[wizard-on-whales]

Feminine and Sweet

NSFW 17+

Warnings: Innocent reader, James being a freaky little pervert, both are 19, masturbation , wrote this in like 10 minutes and didn't double check grammar

Word count - 1.5K

Pt.2 here

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It started out as a small, innocent crush. He'd see her at the book store she worked at. She would either be behind the counter or placing new inventory on the shelves. He thought the way her hair fell over her shoulder or her long skirt flowed with each step was intoxicating. When he heard her speak for the first time it was like the sweetest honey, he couldn't get enough of it. Soon after he would notice her around the small town they lived in. She'd be buying groceries, scanning through crates of records, looking for a new skirt at the department store. Eventually he gained the courage to speak to her, get closer to her. She was the sweetest girl he had ever met. Kind eyes, nice smile, innocent…Her family were the strict religious kind, similar to his, so he related to her on that level. Only difference is, despite being the same age, she clearly never learned the stuff he did. Offering her a drink was out of the question obviously, but when he made a sex joke and she gave him a puzzled look, all his control was thrown out the window.

Suddenly he wanted her more than ever, he wanted to make her his and no one else's. Just the thought of another man speaking to her filled him with rage. So he did what any clearly sane man would do and asked her out. She was hesitant at first due to her strict parents but she said yes, as long as they didn't find out for now. And he vowed they wouldn't.

Eventually it led to climbing the tree next to her bedroom window to get to the second floor, climbing in at late hours of the night just to speak to her. Nothing happened for a while, until one night she gained the courage to kiss him. It was inexperienced, and a little awkward but he thought it was the greatest feeling in the world.

“I have church in the morning, you'll have to leave before my mom comes to wake me” This was her reply when he asked to stay for the night. When he climbed into her pink frilly bed filled with stuffed animals he felt a little silly, but having her curled up against him washed it all away. Her head was on his chest, the scent of her shampoo filling his nostrils…and the sight of her in that nightgown made his pants feel a little tight.

And as promised, when the sun was starting to rise he carefully peeled himself away from her and climbed out of the window into the tree. He stayed for a few moments, listening as her mom came to wake her as she had told him. He decided to innocently watch her for a few moments, a smile on his face as she sits up to rub her eyes and stretch.

She got up from her bed, padding over to her closet where he assumed she was pulling out clothes for church. What he didn't expect however, was for her to peel her nightgown off, tossing it aside. His eyes went wide as he saw the full view of her bare back. Her hands went to the hem of her underwear, pulling them down and kicking them off to the side. He almost fell out of the tree at the sight. He felt a little weird for watching her but his horny teenage mind wouldn't let him look away. The way she so delicately slipped a fresh pair of panties on and clipped a bra on had his head spinning. The sight of her pulling her dress up, zipping it up as it seemed to cling to her with just the right amount of modesty, but in his mind all he could see was her naked form underneath.

James was practically drooling as he watched her do her hair and make up, clearly completely oblivious to the fact that he was watching her through the window. She'd be mortified if she found out but that was the last thing he was thinking of. She grabbed a small purse and slipped on a pair of flats before leaving her room. He could hear her family leave the house, watching from the tree as the car drove off.

He couldn't help himself, he had to be in her room. He pushed the window back open and climbed through, the smell of her perfume hitting him once more. Right on the floor where she had left them were her panties. He felt like a rabid dog as he picked them up and held them to his nose, taking in the sweet and feminine smell of her. All of his dignity was lost as he shoved them into his pocket to save for later.

He stepped towards her bed, laying down on it as he had done the night before, only without her in his arms this time. He grabbed her pillow, holding it to his chest and inhaling once more. His jeans felt tighter as he thought about her…how she looked through the window. He didn't think his shame and self humiliation could get any worse after what he had just done but he quickly found out it could. He sat up on her bed palming himself through his jeans for a moment before taking them off, he dropped his boxers to the floor before getting back into her bed and straddling her pillow.

The feeling of the soft, plush material dragging against his hard cock caused him to gasp. He rolled his hips, just barely grinding against it, sending a shiver down his spine. In his mind it wasn't her pillow, it was her. She was under him, making soft noises, begging, moaning his name, her nails scratching his back. He lowered himself further down as he grinds harder, groaning and gripping her sheets.

His hips move faster and harder, the headboard lightly hitting the wall with each motion. Her name slips off of his lips as he grips the pillow tighter, keeping it in place between his legs. For a moment he almost forgot where he was. He knew this wasn't right, that he shouldn't be doing this, but the images of her in that sweet dress, the bow in her hair made him feel even hotter. He pushed his shirt up, feeling himself up before he gripped the edge of the bed tightly, grounding himself. He could feel the coil on his stomach tightening already, his moans becoming louder as he inched closer and closer. The headboard banged louder against the wall, creating a beat with the frantic rhythm he had found.

He groaned loudly, squeezing his eyes shut, and arching his back lightly as he came hard against the pillow. His body shook from the intensity of it, think strands squirting out and making a mess of her sheets. He swore that it was the most intense orgasm he had ever had. Once his senses came back he sat up lightly, seeing the mess he had made and the dents in the wall from the headboard. His breath was labored as he quickly pushed himself up and off of the pillow, his body still shaking lightly. He stared at the pillow as he sat next to it, taking in the sight of it, taking in what he’d just done to it, what he’d just done on it, and he let out a soft, shaky chuckle as a smile came onto his face, feeling almost proud of himself. But shame quickly over took him as his high wore off. He had to figure out a way to clean this up before her family got home from church.

He slid his jeans back on before stepping out of her room to look for the bathroom. He grabbed a few wash clothes, wetting them before going back to her room and cleaning up her sheets the best he could, feeling slightly mortified by what he had done. He quickly cleans up before placing everything back where it was and stepping towards her window, slipping out of it and heading home.

He stepped into his own bedroom and sat down on the edge of his bed. Despite his shame, he smiled lightly to himself at the thought of what he had done, at the thought of her. The thought of her sleeping in those same sheets he had just made a mess of. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pair of panties he had stolen, placing them to his nose again. He knew those things would be put through hell tonight.

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This was a little rushed but I had the idea and had to get it out before I forgot or didn't have motivation :3

[nausicaamusiclover20]

hear me out... early 20s!reader is some really hot but reserved girl working at the studio and the tallica boys all have an eye on her but... shes kirks gf and he gets a bit jelly and takes her home ect ect🙈 possessive smut where hes a desperate and showing her why the others could never replace him. i was thinking maybe 1991 or load kirk? if not, i totally understand!! have a great day <3

Have a great day too, I hope you like it!❤

Warnings:mature themes, emotional intensity, and light possessiveness

No One Else's, Only Mine

The studio always had an energy to it, one that hummed through my body every time I stepped through the doors. Today was no different—amps buzzing faintly, the occasional clink of drumsticks against the floor, low laughter echoing down the hall. It was exhilarating and yet oddly comforting, like the calm before a storm. I adjusted my leather jacket and tucked my hair behind my ear, keeping my head down as I passed the main control room.

Being around Metallica had a way of making you feel small. Not because of anything they said or did, but because they just were so much. James with his loud, raspy jokes. Lars constantly pacing, his hands in motion like he was conducting some invisible orchestra. Jason with his easy, boyish smile. And then there was Kirk.

My Kirk.

He was leaning over his guitar, fingers idly plucking out a riff. His curls fell into his face, and his lips curved into a faint smile when he saw me lingering at the door. “Hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice soft. Always soft with me, even when everything else about him was electric.

“Hey,” I murmured, stepping inside. “Need anything? Coffee? Water?”

He shook his head, setting the guitar down and crossing the room in a few long strides. Before I could blink, his hands were on my waist, pulling me close. “Just you,” he said, low enough that only I could hear.

A flush crept up my neck, but before I could respond, the door creaked open behind us.

“Y/N!” James’ voice boomed. “You’ve been holding out on us, huh? Got some secret training or what?"

I laughed, stepping out of Kirk’s grasp before anyone could make things awkward. James had this way of teasing that always felt just a little too sharp, like he wanted to see how far he could push before you snapped.

“Just lucky, I guess,” I replied, brushing past him to grab a clipboard from the counter.

His eyes lingered a beat too long, and I felt Kirk stiffen behind me. I knew the way they all looked at me. I wasn’t oblivious to the glances, the subtle comments when they thought Kirk wasn’t listening. And I wasn’t blind to how Kirk saw it all. He never said much about it, but I could feel the tension rolling off him like a storm cloud.

By the time the session wrapped up, I could tell Kirk was on edge. He hadn’t said a word since James’ latest round of jokes, and his hand was tight around mine as we left the studio.

“You okay?” I asked once we were in the car, the city lights blurring outside the window.

He glanced at me, his jaw tight. “They don’t get to look at you like that,” he muttered. “Like you’re some kind of...prize.”

I sighed, resting my hand on his thigh. “They’re just being themselves. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“I do worry about it,” he snapped, then immediately softened when he saw my expression. “Sorry. It’s just...you’re mine, Y/N. I need you to know that.”

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I bit my lip, trying to ignore the heat pooling in my stomach. “Take me home,” I whispered.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened, and he didn’t say a word as he pressed down on the gas.

The door had barely closed behind us before his hands were on me, pulling me flush against his body. His lips crashed into mine, all desperate heat and raw emotion.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against my mouth, his hands slipping under my shirt to grip my hips. “Not theirs. Not anyone else’s. Just mine.”

“Kirk,” I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair as he kissed down my neck, teeth grazing over sensitive skin.

He groaned, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to the bedroom. The world blurred around us, and all I could focus on was the way he made me feel—claimed, adored, his.

As he laid me down, his fingers brushed over my cheek, then down to the hem of my shirt. “Let me,” he whispered, his eyes searching mine for permission. When I nodded, he tugged the fabric over my head, his hands exploring the newly exposed skin like he was memorizing every inch.

“They don’t know you like this,” he said, his voice low and thick. His lips followed the trail of his hands, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone. “They don’t know the way you taste, the way you feel when you’re falling apart for me.”

My breath hitched as he slipped his hands beneath the waistband of my jeans, his touch possessive yet tender. “They couldn’t handle this,” he continued, his mouth brushing against my ear. “The way you moan my name. The way you’re so perfect, so mine.”

His words sent heat rushing through me, and I arched into his touch, craving more. He took his time undressing me completely, his gaze never leaving mine as he peeled away the layers. It wasn’t just physical; it felt like he was baring my soul, reminding me with every touch and kiss that I belonged to him.

When he finally joined me on the bed, his hands slid up my thighs, and he hovered above me, his lips ghosting over mine. “No one else will ever love you like I do,” he murmured, his voice breaking with emotion. His hips pressed forward, and I gasped at the connection, the heat, the overwhelming sense of him claiming me completely.

“No one will ever make you feel like this,” he whispered against my lips, his breath hot and ragged. He thrust into me slowly, deliberately, each movement drawing a cry from my lips. “No one else knows how to touch you—how to worship you.”

The slow, deliberate rhythm he set made every nerve in my body light up. Each thrust made me gasp, the intensity pulling soft moans from my lips that I couldn’t contain. “Kirk,” I whimpered, my fingers digging into his shoulders, desperate to hold on to something solid as I trembled beneath him. 

“That’s it,” he growled, his voice thick with need. “Let me hear you. No one else will ever make you sound like this. Only me.”

His pace quickened, each thrust deeper, more deliberate, and with each movement, his voice dropped to a raw whisper against my ear. “They could never know how to make you feel like this,” he groaned. “They could never have you shaking like this, so perfect, so mine.”

A shudder rippled through me, and I clung to him, my body trembling under the weight of his passion. “Kirk,” I gasped, his name spilling from my lips like a mantra, each syllable thick with the overwhelming sensation of him. 

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “They’ll never touch you. Never make you fall apart like this. Never make you cry my name the way you do.”

The tension coiled tighter, his movements becoming almost frantic as he chased the edge with me. Each thrust carried more emotion, more desperation, as though he was pouring every unspoken word into me. My body arched against him, trembling as the sensation became too much. 

“You’re mine,” he rasped, his voice breaking, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses along my neck, collarbone, and down to my breasts. Each touch of his lips was reverent, worshipful, as if he were marking me in ways deeper than words. “Only mine. Forever.”

The intensity built until the world around me dissolved, leaving nothing but him—his touch, his voice, his love enveloping me completely. When we finally shattered together, the release tore through me, leaving me gasping his name as my body quaked beneath him.

He held me through it, his arms wrapped around me as though he’d never let go. His forehead pressed against mine, his breaths ragged, and his voice low but full of reverence. “No one else could ever have you like this. You’re mine, Y/N.”

When it was over, he held me close, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.

“You’re everything to me, Y/N,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Don’t forget that.”

I smiled against his chest, my body humming with satisfaction. “I’m not going anywhere,” I promised. And I meant it.

[ghostbustting]

OKOK i’m thinking maybe this happens backstage two weeks after his burn incident. Maybe your just a casual friend and while your backstage helping him put gel on his arm he makes a joke about not being able to jerk off properly without both hands and you take it a bit too seriously and get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

this has been haunting my dreams for a week lord save me

𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓎

╰┈➤“𝑫𝑶 𝑰𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼„ ๋࣭⭑

James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut

I sigh as I sit down on the chair I had pulled out next to James, my eyes on his arm, the skin red as he was still healing from the pyrotechnic accident he had not long ago at the concert they did in Montreal.

I wince seeing the state of his poor left arm, let alone if it was me who had been in his position, feeling what he felt.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I slowly spoke, “So.. you said.. the skin rose off..?” I ask hesitatingly, almost like a doctor would, yet my face was scrunched up as I try to image what it looked like.

James instead chuckled like it was nothing, moving his arm closer to me, “Guess you can say I’m immortal.” He say with a cocky and arrogant smirk, one that I've found myself rolling my eyes to for years. “Now chop chop, I got a show to play.” He gestured towards the gel I previously placed on the dressing table in front of us.

I rolled my eyes and huff, “Bossy.” I muttered.

My hand reach out towards the tub of gel and open it, placing it back on the table before dipping my fingers in it, gathering some of the gel on the tips of my fingers, not too much and not so little.

"How are you even going to play your guitar?" I genuinely ask, slowly and gently applying the gel on his arm, my other hand holding his wrist to keep his arm up.

James sighed in what seemed like relief from the cool gel, leaning back as he begin to relax from the soothing feeling. "Who said I'm playing the guitar?" He answered.

"Eh? Then who is?"

"Kirk's guitar tech, John."

I raise my eyebrows and avert my gaze to his face, a hint of surprise in my expression and voice. "The tall guy?" I ask. Pretty sure that John Marshall guy was about 6 foot.

He shrugs, his eyes on his arms as I continue to apply gel soothingly on the red skin, "I mean, you being short surely exagerates it." He laughed out loud, shaking his head to the point his blond hair shook like a lion's do.

My face scrunched in annoyance, raising my hand to smack his arm out of habit. It was a good thing he stopped me before I could actually hit him, his other hand holding my wrist. "Hey! That's not nice.." He huffed, his face similar to a child being sulky.

I yank my wrist back and roll my eyes. James' immature of a behavior was something I'm used to yet not able to deal with at the same time. So I look down and continue to gently apply the gel over his arm, feeling his gaze upon my fingers as I did.

"So you just sing then?" I ask, this time only keeping my focus on his arm.

I hear him hum at my question as his way to say yes to it. For a while, he and I stayed silent. The only noises were all the movements I did; grabbing the gel, applying the gel, grabbing more, and so on in a loop.

We can also still hear the loud noises from outside of the dressing room; laughters, voices, music, etcetera.

Not long after, James then spoke up again. Even without looking up, I can hear the smirk in his voice. "There's a lot of things I can't do with this arm in this condition actually." He sighed dramatically, making me roll my eyes for what felt like the millionth times today.

He slowly begin listing them off one by one, I had to force my own ears to listen to each and one of them, really. "Put on my clothes properly.. sleep on my left side.. play my guitar, obviously.."

For some reason, he trailed off for a while. Leaving me hanging and curious on what he could be thinking about.

Finished with applying the gel on his arm, I turn the chair I was sitting on and reach forward for the tub of the remaining gel and the lid. Thats when he say,

"...can't jerk off as well.."

I stop dead in my position, slowly turning my head to finally look at him, and just as I thought, there goes the smirk on his face, wide and proud of his own words. Any smart person could see that he was either trying to get a rise out of me, or tease me.

But today was not a perfect day for him to go around and play with me. Not when I woke up in a bad mood, got a bad hair day, ran out of toilet papers, and genuinely had a bad day.

Slowly, I lean back in my seat, my eyes' gaze still lingering on his face and the smirk he had proudly on his lips, how I wish to have the ability to wipe that off his face.

"Let me help you then."

Those words somehow manage to leave my lips.

My previous wish was granted when his smirk finally drops and his eyes widens. For once, his face wasn't filled with such cockiness and instead, filled with whaf seem like genuine surprise.

And for once, the James Hetfield stays silent. For once, the James Hetfield have no words to respond with, no witty comebacks, no laughters. He just.. froze. Quite unlike him, may I note.

Instead, the smirk once wore on his face was transfered to my own face, wearing that same smirk like the roles had switched.

Tilting my head, I let out a chuckle at his dumbfounded reaction. "Cat got your tongue?"

Slowly, I got down from my seat and to the floor, sitting on my knees right in front of him, his manspread position was quite cooperating with my movement, making me sit right between his legs.

I didn't even know what I was thinking. I never thought that one day I'd have zero self respect and just sunk to my knees right in front of my friend.

"You.." James let out a rather awkward chuckle, his body shifting in his seat a little. His body was no longer relaxed, his back no longer resting against the back of his chair, instead he was sittingup straight.

"You're fucking joking—"

"And you're fucking hard."

I rephrased his own words. As a way to answer his confusion and oblivion, my gaze slowly averts down to the crotch of his pants, where a tent was seen due to what was definitely— and surprisingly his hard cock.

Despite the wide playful smirk on my face, there was no doubt I felt surprised inside me at how fast he could get hard just by a silly joke I was doing.

Plan A was to joke around with him and go on with my day.

But seems like I've moved on to Plan B already.

Slowly, I look back up at him and smile softly instead of what was once a playful smirk. I tilt my head, slowly placing my hands on his knees. "Will you let me do it for you?" I ask in a soft innocent voice.

Angel to his eyes, devil to his cock.

James looked down at me with a look in his eyes that I find myself not able to read, no matter how hard I try to find a familiar expression through those blue eyes. For a moment, the heavy breath he let out was the only thing my ears were able to catch. Until he say,

"You have to take off my pants for me though."

Soft smile thrown away, my lips shows him a wicked grin instead, my teeth just ever so slighty peeking through those lips of mine, gloss painted over my lips.

Meanwhile my hands that were placed on his knees slowly travels further up him, to his thigh, then.. to his belt, where I begin to unbuckle his belt.

Our eyes were locked still to each other's. His unreadable eyes to my playful ones.

Yet the eye contact was soon broken when his eyes looked down at the way my hand was already starting to pull down his pants, tugging on it before finally managing to pull it down his thighs.

Once I did, I was met by little James. Wait.. already?

"God, man.. use some boxers!" I grunt and smack his leg, knowing damn well he did not have an injury down there.

He huffed, almost kicking me with his leg. "Hey! I told you it's hard to put on clothes properly!" He exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes at his excuse before turning my attention back to the.. thing.. in front of me.

My gaze was running up and down it, taking notice of every veins seen on the skin, the stiffness of it, and the precum leaking just at the tip. It was twitching just the slightest, something I heard was painful for boys once it isn't taken care of.

Well thank God I have my non existence dick then.

Without even thinking nor wasting another second, my hand grasped onto his cock. A loud sigh being heard above me, a curse slipping out with that sigh that I couldn't quite make out.

Slowly, I begin moving my hands up and down his shaft, somehow managing to be completely casual with it, trying to ignore the way a sweat ran down my forehead.

My fingerpads run over those veins, my grasp slightly tightening every now and then, which manage to pull out hitched breath from James, a noise I unexpectedly grown to love by these seconds.

"F-fuck..." He hissed. I could also take notice of the way his hips slowly thrusts up my hands every now and then. "Faster, damnit.. My hands are way more skillful than yours at this.." He grunted out.

I scoffed, finding it offensive. "Can't fucking say that with that state of an arm, can you?"

Seeking justice, I start to fasten up my strokes, my grasp tightening as far as I can, wrist twisting from time to time, meanwhile more precum seems to be seeking freedom, leaking out in beads from his tip.

James groaned at the feeling, "That's more like it. Oh fuck.." He grunted out through more groans and moans, "Good girl.." Who would've thought other than screaming those lyrics he can also let out such beautiful yet filthy noise like this?

Right, the groupies.

"Still think you're better?"

I spat onto his length, my spit making my stroke on his cock even much more slick, moving at an incredible pace now.

He laughed out loud, "Abso-fucking-lutely I am—"

Before he could stop talking, my mouth cut him off and silenced him. Though this time, instead of cutting him off with words.. I shoved his cock into my mouth.

Bad idea? Possibly. He was.. big, to say the least. Most likely not a size you can see every day, even if you're a cheap whore.

The contact of his cock in my mouth made him much more talkative and nosy, moans were heard more often rather than groans. Not that I'd complain to either of those noises.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" He yelled, one of his hand— his healthy one, travels down to my head, stroking my hair before gripping onto the strands, guiding me little by little as my head bobs up and down his shaft.

The tip of his cock would reach my throat every now and then, I had to force myself to control my throat as his hand was preventing me from letting go of his cock.

At the same time, not long after, he begin to become more urgent in his movement and voice. It was getting more and more crystal clear that he was close to release.

He groaned as he hold my face still, thrusting up into my mouth. "Fuck fuck.. I— shit!!"

Fingers in my hair again, he pushed my mouth down on his cock, my nose brushing against the pubic hair he had right where his cock starts. Tears wells up in my eyes, squeezing shut as they start rolling down my cheeks.

Soon, he began shooting his cum into my throat, the liquid felt warm in my throat as he continued to fill me up with all of his release.

Once he's done, his fingers finally let my hair have their freedom, allowing me to pull back, panting from the lack of breath I had all this time. He was panting as well, leaned back on his chair with his hand on his forehead.

"So this.." I panted out, "..this is what those groupies felt.."

Looking up, I see James shaking his head with a weak grin. "Maybe.. but this is surely not what they make me feel with those lack of skill in their hands.." He chuckled.

I watch as he lean over and wipe off a droplet of cum that was spilled over my lips using his thumb, which he slowly then place in my mouth, not wanting to waste a single cum without me tasting it. His eyes watching my face as I take in his thumb willingly.

"Definitely not as skillful as you."

[allmoshnobrain]

write something that involves sweet sex with 80s!James I beg you i luv him so much

i tried making this really sweet!! hope i managed it <3

from the rockstar girlfriend au │requests are open! send yours here

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

james hetfield x reader │ word count: 1,7k

“You’re a needy little thing, huh?” he grinned against your lips, a cocky smirk that made it clear he knew he was the one making you feel that way; needy for him, for his love, for his affection. You grunted. “Told you I missed you,” you replied, as if that explained everything, because it did. He kissed you again, no more words required, slowly unhooking your bra and pulling you closer, your bare breasts pressing against the fabric of his tee. 

✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, james hefield x female!reader, +18, language, romance, mxf sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming

“Is this alright?” your boyfriend murmured, his voice slightly muffled as he pressed his lips against the soft skin of your neck. His thumb traced slow circles on your thigh as you sat between his legs on the bed. You let out a soft laugh, half giggle, half sigh as his hot breath against your skin gave you goosebumps, your heartbeat quickening in anticipation.

"Way more than alright," you said softly, letting out a small, contented hum as he kissed your neck again, this time giving it a playful nibble. He chuckled softly, pulling you closer with his arms wrapped around your waist. You cupped James' face in your hands, biting your lower lip with a smile as you admired his slightly flushed cheeks and his blue eyes, brimming with a mix of love and amusement. "I missed you."

"Hmm," he mumbled, his lips meeting yours in a slow kiss. You giggled against his lips, tangling your fingers in his hair as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Missed you too."

Being in a relationship with James was pretty smooth sailing, but there was one thing that proved tougher than you'd bargained for: his schedule. With his band's rising fame, every day seemed to bring more chaos. It wasn't like you couldn't handle a few weeks apart here and there, but nothing beat having him back after a tour, his arms a well deserved reward after being apart for so long.

He always seemed to have a knack for knowing what you needed, too; James could read you like a book, and he knew when you wanted him to be rough, when you wanted him to be gentle. This time, all you craved was his love, and of course James could sense that, his lips tracing lazy patterns on your skin as you smiled contentedly.

"Can I take your shirt off?" he husked, one hand already slipping under the fabric to caress your stomach. You nodded, blushing as he peeled the shirt away, his eyes sparkling with mischief when he spotted the black lace bra underneath. He grinned at you. "Nice bra, babe."

"Shut up, James," you muttered, cheeks flushed, and he chuckled.

"I'm just giving credit where it's due!"

"I know, it's just..." You pulled his face closer to yours, pressing your lips to his, and he grumbled, one hand holding your waist firmly while the other fumbled with your bra clasp.

“You’re a needy little thing, huh?” he grinned against your lips, a cocky smirk that made it clear he knew he was the one making you feel that way; needy for him, for his love, for his affection. You grunted.

“Told you I missed you,” you replied, as if that explained everything, because it did. He kissed you again, no more words required, slowly unhooking your bra and pulling you closer, your bare breasts pressing against the fabric of his tee. 

You giggled breathlessly, fingers tangled in his hair as his lips danced with yours, his tongue exploring your mouth leisurely. James hadn’t always been this confident, but after a couple of years together, you could say you both knew exactly what the other liked, and you adored being kissed by him, slow, tender kisses that you knew were just the start of something more.

"Want to get into a comfier position?" he mumbled, planting a few small kisses on your lips. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he effortlessly lifted you, laying you down on the bed. His body hovered over yours as he peppered soft kisses along your jaw, one hand caressing your cheek in the sweetest way.

"Don't you ever get tired of kissing me?" you smiled, tugging at his shirt until he pulled away briefly, taking it off before diving back into kissing you. He nibbled on your lower lip gently as he pressed his body against yours. You sighed contentedly, closing your eyes as you felt his warm skin against yours.

"Why would I?" he grunted, his lips trailing down to your neck as he unbuttoned your pants. "You're so pretty, I don't think I'll ever get tired of it."

"Cut it out," you murmured, a stubborn grin on your lips as he pulled your pants down, revealing your panties, black lace matching your bra, which was discarded somewhere on the room's floor. "You're making me blush."

"I'm just speaking the truth," he said softly, his fingers tracing the outline of your puffy lips through the fabric of your panties. You could feel him getting harder, the bulge in his pants growing more pronounced, sending a pleasant shiver up your spine as you bit your lower lip softly. He pressed his thumb against your clit, and you gasped. "You're the prettiest girl I know."

"Is that why you're all worked up?" you murmured, and he snorted. He gently pulled you by your shoulder, laying you on your side and lying down behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You blushed as you heard the soft sound of his belt being unbuckled, his zipper being pulled down as he removed his pants and underwear. He grabbed your hips, pressing the heat of his arousal against your ass, planting soft kisses on your shoulder.

“You’re one to talk. You’re soaking wet,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, his hands pulling down your panties to finish undressing you. He raised his upper body slightly, using one arm for support as he turned your face to kiss your lips again. You moaned, your hand seeking out his cock, and he grunted into your mouth as you found it, swiping your thumb slowly over the tip, using his precum to massage it.

You guided him into you, letting out little sighs of pleasure as James pressed his cock against your entrance, pushing just the head inside before sinking completely into you with a grunt. You closed your eyes, letting out a small moan as your walls clenched around him softly, adjusting to the way he stretched you out as he filled you up.

“Fuck,” James moaned, burying his face in the curve of your neck, and you chuckled breathlessly as he kissed your shoulder softly. “Fuck, babe, you’re so warm… Can I stay like this for a while?”

“Yeah,” you answered, moaning softly when his fingertips found your clit, massaging it in slow circles. 

You closed your eyes, feeling James' lips planting gentle kisses on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your body instinctively reacted, tightening around him, craving more, the lack of movement only making you wetter and needier. Tilting your head to the side, you met James' lips with your own, the urgency in his kiss igniting a fire within you, his tongue moving against yours amidst soft moans and sighs. He shifted just enough to press himself closer, prompting a sharp moan from you that earned a chuckle from him.

"Damn, you're gorgeous," he murmured, his fingers picking up speed on your clit, making you lift your leg, grinding against his hand. You could feel his hardness inside you, your tightness begging for him to move; you tried to rock your hips, but he quickly grabbed them, keeping you still. You gasped, tears welling in your eyes. James grunted. "Not yet, princess."

"Please..." you whimpered, squeezing around him deliberately. He let out a deep groan, his grip on your hips firming. "Please, Jamie, I need you so bad..."

“I’m right here, babe,” he groaned, easing into you with a slow thrust that made you shut your eyes, a soft moan escaping your lips. You couldn't believe how he managed to keep it together, especially when you felt yourself melting all around him from just his touch. “My sweet girl…”

“You’re gonna make me come,” you moaned, cheeks burning as you felt yourself tightening around him, his words sending a rush of warmth through your body. He chuckled softly, easing you onto your belly and lying on top of you, his warmth and scent surrounding you. You let out a sharp moan as he slid into you slowly once more, settling into a gentle rhythm that sent shivers through your entire body. "James..."

"Just giving you what you asked for," he replied, his breath hot against your ear, his voice thick with desire. You squeezed your eyes shut, fingers gripping the bed sheets as your body pulsed around his slow thrusts, his cock stretching you open with each deliberate movement. James let out a soft groan, hands gripping your hips as he picked up the pace slightly, lips trailing against the tender skin of your neck. You whimpered as your entire body clenched around him, the tension in your belly building with each of his thrusts, his uneven breaths against your skin sending shivers down your spine. "Love you so damn much," James moaned, nipping at your ear as he tugged gently on a handful of your hair. "My girl..."

"James, I'm... Oh!" you moaned, biting your lip as you felt your pussy clenching around his cock slowly. James grunted, his self-control slipping as he thrust harder, pounding into you while moaning into your ear. Fuck. It was too good — you couldn't hold back anymore. You let out a small cry, burying your face in the mattress as your body trembled, the tension in your belly releasing as you came around James' cock. His grip on your hair tightened, causing you to whimper softly as he emptied himself inside you with one last thrust.

You let out a small gasp as James pulled out, your cunt clenching around nothing, already missing the feel of him inside you. He planted a soft kiss on your shoulder, then settled on his knees between your hips as you rolled onto your back, pleasure still lingering in your hazy eyes as they met his blue gaze. A smile spread across his face as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. You sighed contentedly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He peppered kisses on your lips, then your cheek, then your jawline, before pulling back and lying down beside you, his forehead resting against yours.

"Love being with you," he murmured, and you smiled, your fingertips tracing along his lower lip slowly.

"Because of the sex?" you asked, and he chuckled.

"Yeah, that's a bonus," he said. You giggled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as you nuzzled into his chest. You pressed a soft kiss to his collarbone, your lips trailing up his neck to his jawline.

"I love you, Jamie," you whispered, and he let out a low, contented hum before his lips found yours again.

[villainsapologist]

the interview

Summary: You’re the newest member of the band and you’re doing your first sit down interview with James – who is definitely in love with you.

Warnings/Tags: James Hetfield x Reader, RPF, load era james, fluff, mutual pining, explicit language, sexually suggestive content, no smut though, still intended for 18+

Wordcount: 1.97K

PART TWO

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“Tell us how you first got in contact with these guys.” The interviewer asked. You are sitting beside James on the couch with barely any space between the two of you. The interviewer faces you both, his recorder resting on the arm of the single seater with a pen and notepad in his hands.

“Well we actually connected through my friend Brandon who worked as an assistant producer on one of the records on the album.” You spoke calmly, acutely aware that everything you say, every movement and miniscule expression will probably be written about by the interviewer. And to add to that you could feel his eyes staring into the side of your face. James had his arm slung across the back of the couch, you could feel the heat radiating off his body. 

“Yeah it’s actually really interesting because our newest member here was only supposed to come in for one day.” James spoke up.

“Brandon and I had been friends for a long time and together we would make little things here and there for fun.” You had often spent your Saturdays with him playing and writing together. When he told you about the opportunity he had gotten to help produce a Metallica album you were so excited for him. 

“He has a studio in his house so we would hang out and just come up with stuff, you know.” You glance upwards in James’ direction, a tight lipped smile playing across your face. In response he gives you that familiar grin, the one where basically all his teeth are on display. 

“And one day we stumbled upon something that he thought the guys would really like and could get some inspiration from.” You answered, turning back towards the interviewer. “So I went in one morning and was basically only supposed to be there for a couple of hours. But before we knew it we had spent the entire day working together.” 

“By the end of the week we had completed one of the tracks and she was so ingrained in the whole thing that there was no way we could play it without her.” James explained.

“That’s the one you guys played during her debut right?” The interviewer questioned. Less than twenty-four hours ago you played your first show with them. An experience that you are still reeling from. You would never have believed anyone if just a year ago they would have told you that you would be onstage playing with one of the greatest bands of all time. 

“Yes, and wasn’t she amazing” James answers, never missing an opportunity to go on about how talented you are. “I mean the crowd loved her solo so much, I just knew they would.” He beamed, thinking back to the day before. You were beyond nervous, the entire thing almost a blur. The smoke machine, the crowd, the music, it all blended together. You only remember James saying your name over the mic and the wind between your fingers as you pulled at the strings of your guitar.

— — — 

“What about the dynamic between you all? How has it been working with these guys as not only the newest member but also the youngest.” The interviewer asked as he perched up in his seat, eyes glancing between the two of you. “Is it a sibling thing or are they more like your daddies?” 

Your head slowly turns to James who couldn’t help himself as he burst out laughing. “My daddies? What…” An air of confusion in your voice. 

“Right, huh?” James agrees with your confusion, his eyebrows furrowed with a smile on his face. Although to be totally honest he seemed more amused than confused.

“Definitely more of a sibling dynamic I would say. I mean they’re all really cool and have been very welcoming. We’ve also been hard at work so…”

“So who would you say is your favorite so far, if you would dare?” The interviewer cuts in, eyebrows raised, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“Definitely not Lars.” James cheekily admits. “I'm just kidding, she hates us all now.” You shake your head at James’ comments. 

“I wouldn’t say hate, but I definitely liked you guys more in the beginning.” you add, only half joking. “No, but seriously Kirk’s a sweetheart and we got some time to bond over our guitars. James and I both write and with the album I also got some vocals in, as you probably heard.”

“I know she seems like a sweet little thing, but she’s actually very strict.” James tells the interviewer. “What's the word you used again?” he turns back to you.

“Boundaries.”

“Yeah that. Boundaries. No touching without permission. And when those headphones go on, you would be an idiot to disturb her.” James tells the interviewer. 

“I know it seems odd but I promise if you spend almost every waking moment with these guys for months on end you would see that it’s necessary.” You added to your defense. Truthfully you weren't really bothered by them touching you. It was fun and you enjoyed being silly with them. You just had to come up with something to stop James specifically from touching you. Reason being well…the body does have a mind of its own and whenever he would so much as brush past you, your breath would begin to waver and your body would heat up in a flash.

Case in point that one late night at the studio when it was just you, James, and a few others from the tech team. He sat beside you holding a photo album he found with an assortment of early days Metallica photos, excitedly showing off and recounting stories from the time period.

He had seemingly… unknowingly snaked his free arm around your waist as he used his other hand to turn the pages of the album. At that point your mind became so fogged that you couldn't even comprehend anything he was saying. You were holding your breath so silently beside him. And then it got worse, you were wearing a thin fitted baby tee with nothing beneath it and of course your nipples had to start getting visibly hard. 

“Have some fucking self control.” You scolded yourself internally. It was so embarrassing, but if James had noticed he never said anything. You really didn't want to be that person. You wanted it to remain as friendly as possible with the guys. The thought of everything becoming awkward and the judgement you feared you would face if people found out that you were romantically involved with one of your bandmates, made you recoil.

You feared that you would not be taken seriously and that your hard work of getting into the band and creating such amazing art that meant so much to you would be summed up to you just fucking the guys and getting what you wanted. So you took the opportunity one day when the guys were being playful with each other and consequently you, to act increasingly annoyed with their antics. 

“Get off! New rule, no touching me without permission. Where are the boundaries in this group? Damn.” You didn’t mean it but you had to come up with something. 

— — — 

“You said that you guys have been hard at work. Is that all you guys have had time for – no bonding moments outside of that?” The interviewer continued. Considering that James only looked at him when he was asking him a question, coupled with the fact that he was staring holes into you – the interviewer was sure he had an idea of the dynamic budding between the two of you.

“Well James is a bit of a redneck, I’m not sure if a lot of people know that. So he took me fishing and hunting for the first time. It was definitely an experience…” You trailed off, recounting that day.

“More so fishing, there was very little hunting done. Someone started crying so we had to wrap that up quickly.” James remarks in a teasing tone. 

“I so didn't cry.” You rolled your eyes.

“You so did cry.” James rebutted, side-eyeing you with that grin.

“Maybe a little. If the animal also had a gun then I would feel much better and maybe then I would call it a sport. But on a brighter note I caught a really big fish! That was fun.” James couldn’t help the warm feeling in his chest as he watched you talk about the time you spent together – just the two of you. Honestly from the first moment he saw you he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since. Every minute of every hour, now consumed with you. 

When he suggested you two do an outdoorsy activity you were elated to finally be doing something other than music, just for a little while. Plus you would get to know another aspect of who James is. 

There is always more to James than meets the eye. It was something you had suspected before you really knew him but now you know for sure. His exterior suggested a more hardened individual but as you spent more time with him, you were met with this incredibly attentive and caring person. More times than not if you looked at James you would find his eyes already on you. At first it made you shift a bit nervously on the spot and made a certain shyness creep up on you. But now it brings you comfort. Now it feels like you have someone who sees you, and for the most part likes what they see.

— — —

“Nice. I’m sure your family, friends and partner are thrilled for you. Although now you probably won’t see them much. You’re going to be on the road for quite some time from now on. How have you been navigating this new change with them?” The motive for the interviewer's line of questioning wasn't lost on you. Both you and James had caught it, “partner”. You debated whether or not you would address that particular part or just ignore it. 

“Yeah they can’t believe it, honestly I’m still coming to terms with it myself. But they are very supportive, I’m lucky to have them.” You ignored it. But as it turns out the interviewer had no intention of letting you off the hook that easily.

“Ah so your boyfriend is very supportive then. That’s great considering how much time you have to now spend so closely with a group of men who aren’t him”. There it was, probably the first of many pushy press interactions to come. You chuckled nervously and as you were about to speak up, James did it for you.

“I don’t think I recall her saying anything about a boyfriend just now. Did I miss that?” His smile is gone as he turns to the interviewer, a puzzled look on his face. James knows he should pull it back, he shouldn’t be so negatively affected by this question but he really couldn’t contain it. He was an emotional and impulsive person to begin with, and when it came to you everything went into overdrive. 

“I didn’t, but it’s alright.” You assured James, acutely aware of his growing frustration. The interviewer on the other hand seemed to get exactly what he was hoping for. A barely audible “hmm” comes from him as he scribbles something in his notepad. 

“Well just a couple more questions.” He closes his notepad and looks between you and James. Thankfully the questions that followed were routine. Although you were only giving him half of your full attention. James had now moved his arm from the back of the couch to rest behind you. His fingers brushing your elbow.

He made up his mind, after this he had to let you know how he felt. No more subtle suggestions. He’ll do it tonight. 

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A/N: first of all i need him and part two is posted.

PART TWO

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[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.

[sourbites]

Bruise

"Stop messing with it," Lars smacked your hand away, giving you a glare out of the corner of his eye. Your brows furrowed defensively.

The atmosphere in the recording studio is wirily tense. It's late at night, quiet, and so overwhelmingly empty. There's so much tension weighing down on your temples. Your jaw clenches, a tightness of agitation against your teeth. Stubbornly, you keep your hand fixed to the mixer.

"Is that how you ask?" You sneer, shoving his hand away with your own.

Lars turned to you, "Wasn't asking." He gives your hand another shove with the side of his palm.

This back-and-forth has been going on for months now. Since you came onto the producing team, Lars has fought you (literally and figuratively) every step of the way. It's infuriating. Tonight taps a gun to your skull and demands you be everything you're not.

"How about this," You clear your throat, hoping that sense of clarity will go to your scrambled, over-cooked brain. "You let me do my job?"

"I would if you could do it right," Lars immediately huffs out, his pink lips forming a little frown. He's not sad, though. Just smug. So stupidly smug.

This nasty bitterness in your stomach isn't from sleep deprivation or stress. "I guess we both need to work on stuff. My producing, your drumming." You say, bitingly. You know you're being snarky. And justifiably so— Lars deserves to be knocked down a peg or two.

"You don't appreciate good sound. That's obvious by the mess you've turned this song into."

You physically turn in your seat to actually, properly stare holes through Lars. Defensively, you wring your hands. "Ride The Lightning is the title track, dumbass, it needs to be memorable. And right now, there's nothing real about it to make it stick." You point out. Maybe you're being a bit blunt about it. But, like... are you wrong? No. No, you're not. Lars probably knows that. Deep down. That's probably why he's being so snooty with you right now. He's just looking for a fight. Like always.

"Real?" He echoes mockingly. Incredulously, Lars continues to run his stupid mouth. "You wouldn't know real sound if it hit you in that pretty face of yours. That's why you're stuck as a producer instead of actually making the song. Stop trying to commercialise what we stand for. Just do your job."

"Yeah? Well, I fucking quit."

You're not sure why you said it. As soon as the words left your mouth, you wanted to pluck them from the atmosphere and shred them up. It's just... it's late, and you're so, so tired. You're sick of fighting with Lars— not to be confused with intending to make peace with him. You loathe him with every drumstick flick. You loathe him with every breath you draw in your body. But constantly squabbling is certainly draining. Especially when it's so late at night, and all you truly want to do is wrap up in your cosy bed at home. Regardless of whether you meant it or not, you're too stubborn (and unwilling to be embarrassed) to take it back.

Hesitantly, like you're being controlled by someone else, you rise from your seat. You hear Lars scoff in disbelief behind you. The sight of the door gets closer and closer.

"What do you think you're doing?" Metal chair legs scrape against the floor. Lars catches you, barely quick enough to latch onto the side of your shirt.

"Leaving." You mutter, rendered monosyllabic from just how fast your heart writhes in your chest. Quitting shouldn't be this intimidating, should it? You'd find another job somewhere.

"You're such a fucking coward." He hisses, hooking his fingers into your shirt; the fabric pulled taut from the tension.

You twist around to face him, supercharged with irritation and frustration. And hatred. Mostly hatred. "You are the most difficult, stuck-up brat that I have ever worked with. You listen to nothing, absolutely nothing that I suggest to you. Why'd I stick around? For sleepless nights and insults? Fuck you, Lars. Fuck you!" You draw in a deep breath that goes smoothly down your chest. "You don't get to talk to me like that." You add, your voice a little more even, less manic than that episode of pure fury needling down your spine. Although, it still sounds like you're snarling.

Lars is still for a few moments. He blinks. Once, twice. A sick, sweet feeling of pride blooms within you. Finally, he listens. Finally, he shuts his mouth. Finally, he takes you seriously. In this strange purgatory of wordlessness, you get a good look at him. Your eyes search his. Are they blue or green? He looks tired. Maybe that's just because he's under the gory yellow lighting of the studio. Lars' mouth forms a line. He looks almost shell-shocked — is that because of you? What, never been yelled at before?

You give him a look.

"You want me to give you something real? Fine. Just don't fucking ruin it this time." He rasps, huffing, his tone biting.

At full tilt, Lars bee-lines into you, half dragging you into him and half scuffling his shoes on the floor to meet you. He rips you through the air towards him by your wrists. If your head wasn't spinning, maybe you'd realise that his hands tremble around you, his mouth watering. Your lips smack together, matching in a twistedly tender overlap of his top lip between yours, your bottom lip between his. Your hands fist into the collar of his dumb shirt, one of those ones where the neckline's gone in some botched DIY job. His nose bumps yours, teeth clashing in your mouth, and you find yourself allowing the kiss, letting your eyes close. Although he still makes you steam with rage.

You swallow awkwardly when the kiss is broken. You stare at him. "Well," You take in a breath, still feeling the warmth of him on your lips, "I suppose you think that makes up for your attitude?"

Lars scoffs again, glaring down his straight nose bridge at you. "Yeah, I wasn't apologising. Did nothing wrong." His hands slide up your wrists, up your arms, then slope down your sides, cupping you by the hips.

You don't like Lars. You truly don't. He's stubborn and blunt and argumentative and crass. You glare at him through your brows. But you'd be a fool to deny that he's pretty. "Yeah, you did," You laugh humourlessly. "You're always whining."

"Because you always ruin the songs." He snaps back, his hands tightening on your hips. He looks like a parent telling off a little kid: that condescending, patronising tone of voice. He's so fucking patronising. God, you want to strangle him.

You roll your eyes. Lars taps your cheek a few times, enough to feel it tingle on your skin. "Don't you give me that." His eyes burn like cigarettes, smoking with pure heat. His voice — his glare, hits something deep inside you, nothing but nerves. You've never seen him like this before. You chew your lower lip nervously. It excites you. It shouldn't excite you.

Stupefied, the only thing you manage is: "You're such a fucking dick." You meant it as some snarky zinger, but it comes out so breathless, so caramel, and so velvety.

God, you want him. You don't want to want him. It's been so long since someone's kissed you moon-struck, traced their palms down your sides, held you close...

You're staring. He's staring. Grinning, actually. You shift from foot to anxious foot. A quiet, dirty-minded smile softens up his pink lips. "Play nice, sweetheart." Lars hums, thumbing your hip through your shirt. Um.

Screw it. You shove both hands into Lars' shirt, twisting and tugging. He lands in a chair with a whoosh, gazing up at you wordlessly. Just a stupidly pleased grin and those perfect eyes. His hands squeeze you at the waist, yanking you into his lap, the air whuffed out of you.

"I can't fucking stand you," You mutter, yanking up his shirt. You hear the fabric crackle as it's stretched. You don't care. Lars dips his head down to your neck, kissing and mouthing at the delicate skin, unrelentless, your throat glosses with hickeys, spackled red and blooming blue. He bites, licks, sucks, mouthing at your pulse until it hurts, as if he's got you by the neck and he's desperate to bite until your pulse fizzes out.

"Shut the fuck up," Lars hisses into your neck, his fingers gauging into your sides, rattling your clothes around you as you're fighting to stay steady on his lap. God, can't he ever let anything be gentle? He forces his words out in choppy pieces, biting at your skin with his teeth, grazing over your thumping pulse, developing a taste for your flesh. You laugh dryly, winding your fingers into his hair at the nape of his neck, yanking it back, tugging his insatiable, watering mouth from your throat.

"What did you say to me earlier? Play nice, sweetheart. I could easily walk away from this right now." You threaten, your eyes glowering like steel into his ocean of irises. Lars' hand tugs at your jeans again, his knuckles prodding into the softness of your belly as his hand is half-shoved down into the waistband. All while you're staring at each other with so much intensity, so much heat, that your skin feels like it's on backwards. You think you've been gulping down his hate potion by the gallon. He controls your very mind, twisting in the lust-fog daze of your brain, swirling and coaxing you to be just as hard-edged, just as snappy.

His hands slowly, almost cautiously, undo you. If I'm going down, you're coming with me. You lean in, transfixed, and graze your own teeth over his lip. His jaw. Earlobe. You taste the good and the bad in his mouth, and you want both. Insatiably, you want him. He sighs quietly into your hair, straining and wrestling your jeans down. The petal-soft skin of your inner thighs grate against the denim of his own jeans. Your panties are rearranged across your hips awkwardly, thanks to the way Lars fleeced your jeans from you so aggressively. You eye the growing bulge nestled almost uncomfortably snugly between his legs. Fucking pervert.

"How do you want it?" Lars asks as he undoes his belt, with only a little meddling from you. He leans back in his seat. On your throne (his lap), you're pulled into him of your own accord this time, following him like a magnet, scraping your hands along the sharp angles of his shoulders. You feel your slit gush in your panties. It was like leaning into the sun with him. Just heat everywhere, fire licking at your tenderised flesh, stripping you down to the bone. Rational thoughts rise like steam, abandoning you.

You're manoeuvred around for a few moments while Lars pushes down his jeans just to reveal that perfectly tented bulge. He cups your thighs in gulpfulls, shoves your legs apart, and presses you down, so your hips carve against his, groping you into grinding on his hard cock. The weight in your chest intensifies. You stab your hooked fingers into the enragingly perfect sharp cut of his shoulders, anchoring yourself as he rocks you against him. Now you know how the Titanic felt. You're going down, deep into his cold ocean.

All fucking month Lars has been chipping away at you. Days of quips and jabs and nudges. You're half surprised he didn't try putting gum in your hair or something. Childish little fuck. "Just like this is fine," You say, maybe with too much teeth, gritting out the words as if you don't want to give him the satisfaction of a somewhat peaceful conversation. This earns a deep, rumbling chuckle from within his chest.

"Fine," He echoes, rolling the word around in his mouth. "Not for long. You'll be singing my praises soon."

God, you wish you could take him down a peg or two. The vicious volcanic lava bubbling with hate in your gut quickly swaps with this aching emptiness, this vacuum of space that's yearning to be filled with heat again. Lars presses a tingling-with-heat palm flat to your belly, slowly sliding down, plucking the waistband of your panties as if it's a string, before releasing. He's smirking. You flinch, and those whittled-down shards of loathing come back tenfold. To break even, you shove a hand into his boxers and tug, his blushing cockhead springing out to smack against his happy trail.

The pair of you sit there, watching his cock stand proudly, leaky and snug between your pelvises. Your chest heaves. Lars peels your panties off to the side, tracing the pad of his thumb along your slicked, puffy slit. The breaths in your belly ripples. Your head is spinning. You fist Lars' dick, white-knuckled, handling him with all the bruising tenderness you need just to get it out of your system. His big eyes glisten over with lust. You squirm in your seat on his thighs. He scrapes you up closer, steering you by the hips. His palms smother into your hipbones until it hurts. Everything within you tightens at his touch, your breath hitching.

Lars' whispering is whiskey-warm as you swing your hips forward, pelvis-first, impaling yourself on his thick cock. It pushes a noise out of you. Eyelids drooping, lashes fluttering, you look almost drunk. Your arousal rolls down his shaft, slow and molasses-thick. You take a fistful of Lars' hair, ruining how he styled it in that seventies-esque look. Your sopping wet slit engulfs him, choking him down. Through his despising you, his hands settle on the small of your back and splay at the angled juncture where hip meets thigh, encouraging you — more eager to bottom out in your cunt more than anything else.

Your hole splits raw on him, a cry rippling through you. Embarrassed, you quickly hiss out: "Fuckin' hate you." Just for good measure. Just to remind him. Your flesh burns, sticky with sweat. The rippling squeeze of you around him is too close to paradise to be real. The gnawing in your head never ceases. As he entered you, he became your intense hunger. Lars rocks you across his lap at a vicious pace, in an animal tempo that makes you suspect he's bringing you to the slaughter. You almost want to close your legs as his tip bites into your cervix again and again and again, rolling and rippling as your cunt squelches in cries around him, slick bleeding out between you.

He sinks between your legs again and again, your tits bouncing in your shirt with each salacious stroke and hip bump upwards. Cries and insults die on your tongue, thoughts fuzzing away like angry bees trapped in their sticky beehives. "Spoilt," Lars hisses, the bluntness of his nails digging into the swell of your hips. He shoves his head into your neck and loses it. "Getting the best fuck of your life and you're still complaining." His breath scalds your clammy skin. You squirm. His hair rasps against the underside of your chin.

Lars leans back to fuck you in powerfully furious strokes, your skin hot and tingling with every slapping-sounding impact. He gathers you up in gently bulging biceps and veined forearms. You're folded into his chest, his breaths coming out in frantic puffs that warm you through your shirt. You absorb every pump helplessly, clinging to his shoulders and clawing at his skin until your nails leave red-hot roadmaps over every dip of muscle and bone.

"God," You cry hoarsely, curling your back into him and shuddering as the heavy, coiled knots in your guts settle and rattle against your slit. "Do you ever shut up?" You smoosh a flushed cheek into his soft hair, leaning on him for support. Your skin is beaded in sweat. You jolt, pelvis cramping as he finds your poor, swollen clit, and presses a burning fingertip into it. You feel the brush of his lips in a smirk against your throat. Your hair sticks to the back of your neck.

You want to tear him apart. He wants to split you open. He stuffs you with bullets. You burn with gunsmoke. Lars prods his knuckles into your arched back, keeping you there. He kisses your pulse surprisingly tenderly. Then, he remedies it with a bite. Does that hurt, too?

"Could ask you the same thing," Lars grunts, pawing and palming at your flesh until it aches. He is a fever you are learning to coexist with. He stains you with every touch. He drives his hips forward, feeling your slicked sex tear apart and split open on his hilt. He licks his lips, hungry — remembering how sweet your mouth tasted when it was too busy spilling out insults.

"Shut up shut up shut up." You hiss, squeezing your eyes shut. You can feel your cunt stretched around him, your flesh sizzling. The tissue in your body pulls taut. Lars plants sloppy, wet kisses down your neck. It's delicious agony. Who knew heaven was a place for sinners — because you're certain that the flashes of white behind your eyes are salvation. You brace yourself, shoes creased as you push the tip-toed soles into the floor. Lars smooshes a groan between his lips and your collarbone, soaking up every sharp, wild clamp of your pussy as he drags his cock deep and slows within your battered, tender walls.

Your orgasm comes jagged and spiked, pouring out and squelching between the both of you, skin slick with you. When does a war end? When the spoils are irrelevant? Lars, the evil fucker he is, fucks you through your orgasm. He steers you to sink onto him in long strokes. He rolls his hips and coos condescendingly, "That feel good?"

In frenzied sobs and manic pulses of your cunt, wet heat pools and lingers and feels so disgustingly good that you shudder, your spine still forced into that deep arch. Lars' knuckles have just enough room to fit against the shape of your vertebrae that lie beneath your singeing skin. The dull, happy throb of your orgasm hasn't died down yet, and Lars is spilling into you with vicious, vehement whacks of his hips that even manage to rip a shaky groan from his own throat.

Then, you're smooshed to his chest, your skin sticking together like wet sugar that caramelises in the grooves of your fingertips.

"Two stars," You mutter pridefully, breathless, as if that wasn't the best lay of your life. Lars gives a warning smack to the globe of your ass.

"Then I suppose we'll have to keep practising."

[metalliixx]

𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

𝘦𝘳𝘢: 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 80'𝘴

he had a complicated relationship with god, which saddened you quite a bit, since it was a massive part of your life, but after a few months together, his view on religion stopped being so low and his hatred towards god started to taper off and fade

he's acutely romantic and he adores the idea to spoil his romantic partner as often as he could, showering you with small gifts and details every once in a while

at first you were a bit worried about dating him, due to his skin being a darker color and your family's reaction to it, but he assured you he was just asian

he's naturally a very calm person, shying away from conflict, not wanting to argue. it's really hard to annoy him enough for him to snap completely and start yelling, though, he would never snap at you, no matter what you did. in the beginning of your relationship you had conflicts often due to the difference in faith, but he always tried to talk them out and resolve them before they escalated

being a rockstar, he obviously loves music and over the years accumulated a big collection of vinyls and cassettes

gospel music is the last thing he'd thought he'd ever be into, but after you showed him christian rock he was hooked

he’s extremely caring and protective of you when you’re pregnant, always going out of his way to make sure that you're not doing any heavy work and that you're comfortable. he’s constantly reassuring you and cuddling with you

[mysadcorner]

James Hetfield Dating Headcanons

James would be very devoted to you and care for you throughout your entire relationship together. He would try his best to do everything he possibly could for you and would make you the centre of his attention as often as he could, even when he has other things he has to do.

He's very protective of you and would gladly argue with someone if he felt that there was any disrespect targeted towards you. He probably wouldn't want to make a scene in front of you, but if you weren't there to settle him down, things may get out of hand. He can't help himself, it's just to stop others from being rude about the person he loves.

James wouldn't be the most overactive person when it comes to things like PDA, but he will definitely give you affection and slight touches when in public as a way to show you off as his. He's much more touchy in private, and simply can't keep his hands off of you because of how much he adores you and wants to be close to you.

He will be the type to drag you into some funny or strange situations, especially due to the antics of his friends and other people in his band. He finds the comedic situations much more favourable than the calm, so you'll have to find a way to put up with this constant behaviour.

James would be the type of person to spoil you as much as he could. Whenever he sees something you might like he immediately gets it for you and this tends to happen at least on a weekly basis. You might have to remind him to stop getting you so many things as you end up accumulating so much clutter, but this only results in him taking you places or giving you new experiences for a short while instead.

James isn't the best at expressing his love for you through words when the two of you first enter into a relationship, but he will try his best to express his love for you through body language and the things he does for you. He does feel bad that he wasn't able to tell you how much he loves you quickly enough, but once he's used to expressing himself in such a way he'll do it as much as he can.

[accihoe]

The Feline Emperor

My cat (who borderline hates me) decided to sit on my lap because she wants warmth and comfort in the rainy weather. I could die from happiness. Here's a rainy weather Cliff drabble.

Pairing: Cliff Burton x reader

Summary: Y/N, unable to find her beau, is amused in the position she finds him.

Warnings: none

A/n: Maybe I'm dumb and misread somewhere, but I couldn't find much information on whether or not he likes animals. So pls don't come at me.

Xxxx

Thunder roared in the sky, reminding Y/N to look up from her pile of paperwork. A break would do me good, she thought. She rubbed at her burning eyes before getting up.

Her vision blurred from the hours spent staring at papers. Cliff was no longer peacefully perched on the bed, as she had last seen him. When did he leave? She hadn't even heard him leave.

She gathered the mugs and glasses from the wooden desk, looking out at the pouring rain.

"Cliff, honey, where are you?"

She asked as she gathered the rest of the dishes in the room. No reply.

"Cliff?"

She called out again, halting to hear him better. Still nothing. A quick survey of upstairs declared that he wasn't upstairs. She walked to the kitchen, putting the cups in the zink.

"Cliiiiff? Where are y-"

Walked into the lounge, stopping in her tracks when she saw him. A slow grin stretched over her face as she came to stand before him.

"I was scared she'd jump off if I answered."

"I thought you didn't like cats?"

She tilted her head with a smile.

"I don't. But this one is alright."

"More than alright, Cliff. She has you pinned in place."

"That's right. I was hardly allowed to breathe."

Y/N laughed, stepping closer.

"The Feline Emperor."

Said Cliff, a large hand resting over the fuzzy back of the cat. Y/N bit her lip before bursting out in laughter. Cliff grinned up at her.

"This is so sweet."

She muttered underneath her breath. She walked by Cliff, patting him on the shoulder.

"You have been chosen by the Queen. You'll be her prisoner until she gets tired of your scent. Her throne."

Y/N said in a dramatic Shakespearean voice as she walked off.

"Wait!"

Cliff whispered, leaning his head back. A hiss escaped his lips when the cat grumpily clawed her nails into his thigh; he breathed too much according to the cat's liking.

"Could you please pass me my tea?"

Y/N walked to the coffee table and shook her head when she picked up the mug.

"It's cold. I'll make you another cuppa."

"How's your studying going?"

"Went fine until I realised my emotional support rockstar boyfriend is missing. I didn't even hear you leave."

He shrugged, stroking the cat.

"So why are you allowing her up there?"

Y/N sat down on the coffee table, chewing her bottom lip. Cliff fell slightly more in love.

"Figured I'd have to learn to accept this if I wanted to get closer to you."

Y/N tilted her head with a warm smile.

"I'd like you the same, Burton. With or without my cat on your lap. Wish it was me, though."

Y/N gazed at the cat.

"I'd rather have you on my lap than the cat."

"No, you two bond. I'll make tea."

She got up, laid her hand against the armrest of the chair, kissed the cat between the ears, and then Cliff on his hairline. His eyes followed her as much as they could when she walked away.

"Your mother and I aren't that serious yet. But you mark my words Feline, I'm going to marry her. So you best behave and not dig your nails into my skin. I'd rather have he-"

He froze as her voice called from behind him.

"What brand of tea would you like?"

"...Twinings?"

"I'm afraid my 4 various options don't range as far as that. How about some Lipton?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

Cliff shot a glare at the cat, who looked smugly up at him. The cat stood, circled around, and Cliff thought he was going to be freed. Then it plopped back down, the cat heaved through its nose from its own weight.

The bassist sighed in defeat, drumming his fingertips against the armrest. He liked his girlfriend's home. He preferred it over any other place. The only thing he disliked was the stupid, furry-

Y/N walked in, setting two cups of tea down. She got a blanket from the basket near the fireplace and put it on the couch. Wordlessly, Cliff watched her walk to him. She picked the cat up off his lap. The cat made her irritation clear with a lengthened and pitched meow.

"Off you go, go stretch."

She stroked the cat. Cliff looked confuzzled as the cat ran off, stopping at the staircase to stretch.

"She can understand you?"

Y/N shrugged, sitting down on the couch.

"Cats are cleverer than most think, though I think her and I are more in sync than her necessarily understanding me."

He fell more in love.

"Would you like a blanket?"

Her offer relieved him. The cold had been seeping through his denims. Y/N grinned, able to read his expression.

"Come here. I'm too lazy to get up."

Within moments, he was on the couch, sat right against her. She covered both of their laps with the blanket, shoveling into the cushions.

"Thank you for coming over today. I know you were going to go out with the boys."

"I would've preferred to be here anyway. Don't be surprised if they're all sick tomorrow."

Y/N chuckled, reaching for their tea. She handed Cliff's mug to him. To be honest, he preferred coffee, but she had him in a chokehold. Whatever she liked, he instantly started liking, too.

"I'm done studying, for the day. I can pick up where I left off tomorrow again. I'd rather sit down here with you."

"I know you're bright enough to pass without studying, but your scholarship isn't earning itself."

She nodded, swallowing her tea.

"You're right about that. Tell me more about yourself, Clifford Lee Burton."

"We've been going out for a month. I'm sure you know enough about me to pass an exam on me."

"I want to know more. Your likes, dislikes. Pyjama pant size."

The last one caught him off guard, and he chuckled into his mug.

"I'm serious. The storm could pick up and trap you here, leaving you with no pyjamas."

As if on cue, a loud crack of lightning whipped, sending a tree tumbling. Cliff and Y/N watched it tumble down and onto the power lines, calmly sipping their tea. With a whirr, the power cut.

"I brought pyjamas with. I wasn't planning on leaving anyhow."

Cliff admitted. Y/N grinned in the darkness.

"Cheeky. But clever. Very cheeky but clever. Thank goodness I boiled the kettle, huh? Wonder where the cat is."

He admired her spontaneous topic changes. Strangely enough, the cat came running in. It jumped onto the couch, curling up on Y/N's lap.

"She's found a new prisoner."

Y/N snickered at Cliff's comment.

"Well, since the pyjama matter is out of the way, tell me about your likes and dislikes."

"Those'll be revealed as we get further into our relationship."

"Fair enough, keep your secrets."

"One thing I can admit to liking is you."

"I'd hope so."

Y/N nudged his knee with hers.

Xxxx

Fin

Hope it was nice:)

[girlwifteef]

"The Real RomCom" Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

Summery: You and Kirk are talking and clear the air of any awkwardness on why you’re so shy and bond :P (fluff, fluff, fluffy, fluff.) (also not proof read)

TW: Alcoholism, mentions of drugs, name calling, anxiety, language.

PT 3

1984-85 Kirk Hammett

Your conversation migrated back to the kitchen where you both are now sitting opposite from each other on the counter top drinking water.

“I knew you guys were before I came here.” you embarrassingly admitted. It is an every day that you meet a famous band. You were shocked you were going through telling Kirk this, but here you are. “ as you can see, I have a great taste in music.” You jokingly boast pointing to your shirt. The only way you knew how to hide your anxiety was to laugh your way out of the situation.

Kirk left at your sarcasm, “Yep, I’m well aware.”

“I’ve been reading about you guys too. Listening to the music was awesome but I like reading what makes up the band, you know?”

Kirk quickly agrees with you, “Yeah absolutely! I do the same thing with music and movies. But why didn’t you say you were a fan?”

They were it was. The question you were dreading the whole night, “why are you so quiet?” you thought, “does she speak?” there is no denying you had social anxiety, but you didn’t like having to blow out about it when someone decided it was a problem. You didn’t want it to be anybody’s business because you’re the one who has the problem. You have several lines you have picked out when the situation in springs itself onto you. Most of them, being sarcastic, rude, and snarky with a dash of smart ass. But you knew now that you wanted to be honest with the guy you like. “ Well, I have some anxiety when I’m at parties, which is a big reason I don’t go to them, Beck does, though, all the time.” You say, trying to keep your voice loud enough so Kirk can hear you but quiet enough that other people can’t.

Kirk understandably nods, taking a mental note that you don’t like party’s. “I know it doesn’t seem like it but I don’t like being around people all that much either.”

You blink at his words, “But you’re a performer. You’re constantly on stage in front of thousands of people.”

“Yeah, but the talking part is my downfall.”

You tilt your head back while making an “ooo” sound. “Well, you’re not doing too bad right now.”

He chuckled catching your tone, “Heh, thanks. I could say the same. Could.” He smirked.

You let out a laugh, “Wow. Thank you so much Kirk, my anxiety is cured.” Lightly nudging his leg with your foot, you realize what song started to play. “Hey I know how to play this song!” You yelled over a very loud version of “The Trooper”.

Kirks eye were as wide as saucers, “You play?!” He asked, shocked and impatient waiting for your answer.

You nod quickly, “yeah on my guitar!”

Hearing this, Kirk wasted no time jumping from the counter, taking your hand and pulling you out of the kitchen. “Whoa, whoa, slow down! Where are we going!?” You laughed as Kirk and you ripped through the swinging doors and b-lining for the stairs. Barely missing the people you both were zipping passed

“You’ve got to be the coolest fucking chick here. I’m gonna show you something.” He said taking two at a time up the stairs. You never read anything saying Kirk had agility, you were impressed.

You quickly pushed the thought away as Kirk had almost run into someone as you approached the top of the stairs. “Holy hell Kirk, slow down! You’re gonna kill someone!” You cackle as you hear a faint apology leave him.

By shear luck, you both make it to the top of the stairs in one piece. You catch Beck’s curious eyes. “Don’t mind us!” Kirk yelled, whilst everyone now minding us. Not knowing in the moment how to respond to Beck, you shrug your shoulders as Kirk pulls you out of sight.

-Earlier after Beck’s chat with Lars:

Lars plopped down onto the couch with Beck sitting in the love seat across from him. “Beck I swear we were just having fun- Ow!” James and Cliff look up from the conversation they were having.

Beck cut off Lars’ statement by chucking a pillow at him. “I don’t wanna fucking hear it, I told you that she doesn’t drink like that and it wouldn’t help.” She yelled pointing her finger in an accusing way at Lars, in result made him sink lower in to the seat.

“What the hell did you do now Lars?” James asked shooting a questioning look over to his friend. Lars opened his mouth to defend himself but was quickly interjected by Beck, “You’re drummer got my best friend drunk because he thought she “needed it”. You don’t know how she get when she’s drunk! It can be a serious hand full sometimes.”

“Dude it’s not like I drugged her!” Lars spat.

“I don’t fucking know that!” Beck fired back.

“Well I’m sure she’s fine now, Kirk’s got her downstairs, so could you both please. Chill the fuck out.” Cliff supplied, quieting the “brats” of the group as Kirk put it one day. Beck and Lars gave each other a glare before sulking quietly in their seats.

“Do you guys want to play Gin or do you wanna continue hating each other?” James asked. Beck gave a final look to Lars as Beck sighed and got out of her seat to play. Lars following suit and ironically, forcing to sit next to her. “Okay,” James began. “We all know how to play yes?” Beck, Cliff, and Lars all nod. “Great, Cliff you’re on my team.”

“What? Why do I have to be stuck with her!” Lars whined, like a child.

Beck whipped her head towards him and scoffed, “Fuck you, deal with it!” She yelled.

Lars shook his head and brought his elbows to the table so his arms could hold his head up. “Let’s just play.” He said admitting defeat which gave Beck a small sense of pride.

“So, it’s regular Gin but each set you make your opponent has to take a shot, for each run you make your opponent has to take a double shot.” James explained. They all nodded and began to play with Lars passing the 10 cards on either side of the table. It’s not even halfway through the first round when James knocks on the table.

“Fuck already?” Beck asked, not believing they’ve already gotten their cards sorted out.

“What do you wanna do now?” Lars asked Beck, there really wasn’t much they could do at this point, they barely had a set and the run they were trying to make looked pitiful.

“Well throw that one away and let’s see what we get.” Lars nodded and did what he was instructed. The card he pulled didn’t work in their favor.

Lars lowered his head, “Fock.” And Beck agreed. They knocked indicating they were done and they all laid their cards out. You couldn’t believe the luck Cliff and James had. Two sets and a run.

James grabbed the vodka and two shot glasses, “Read’ em and weep ladies. Time to drink.”

Smirnoff, Beck thought, of course. Lars and her both let out a defeated grumble as the reached for the glasses. Cliff poured the first, “Whoa, whoa, easy!” Beck held up a hand but Cliff stopped when he felt like it. Lars sighed with Beck and tapped the glass on the table before forcing the liquor down their throats.

Lars put his glass down first, “This was more fun earlier.” He pouted. Beck elbowed him as Cliff poured another tall one. This one was downed then two more, taking their punishments like champs they set their glasses down.

“Okay, again. This time we’re gonna win.” Beck stated catching her breath with Lars agreeing. James set it up and Cliff dealt the cards. Drone then on the game went like that back and forth. Soon, they were all too tipsy to even remember the game’s name and Beck completely forgetting her best friend down stairs.

“Ha! A red Ace!” Lars yelled drunkenly, “Go Fish!” Everyone laughed out loud.

“You fucking idiot, this is Black Jack!” James snorted, reaching to smack Lars and Becks cards.

Beck was pulled from the conversation when she heard what sounded like a stampede of buffalos up the stairs. “What the fuck?” She said turning her attention towards who was at the stairs. Her eyes were darting back and forth, struggling to stay on a still object. Oh, it’s Y/N, she thought. Why was she being dragged by someone who looks like Kirk?

“Don’t mind us!” Beck heard. She saw you shrug and disappear. “Well, ok then.” Lars said and everyone started laughing again as Beck hadn’t realized they had caught everyone’s attention. Beck went back to conversing with the group as her subconscious mind reassured her you were ok and with Kirk.

END OF PART 3!!!!!

A/N: Um let’s pretend that I didn’t just ignore everyone for half a year 👀. I hope you enjoyed, I’m currently working on Dave stuff so tell me what you want to read. Smut is iffy for me but if you request I’ll keep it in mind. Thank you sm for being this unbelievably patient.❤️❤️

Tag-list: @mybloodyvalentine09 , @lunesispunk , @kirkslov3r

[wizard-on-whales]

Feminine and Sweet Pt.2

NSFW 17+

Warnings: Innocent reader, James being a freaky little pervert, both are 19, masturbation, p in v sex, unprotected sex

Pt.1 here

Word count - 2.8K

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James felt like he had been tweaking all day. The thought of her getting home from church and potentially cuddling up in her bed, unaware of what he had done made him crazy horny. And the feeling of her underwear in his pocket just made it worse. His roommate Lars was home all day meaning he couldn't take care of the growing problem in his jeans once more…but Lars was going out tonight, which meant he had the apartment to himself.

He tried to busy himself all day with various tasks, picking up the disaster of a room, playing his guitar, trying to watch a movie, but he couldn't focus on anything. Lars had noticed how antsy he seemed to be, asking if he was alright, causing James to flush. He brushed it off, leaving the living room to go lay in bed, only thinking of her. He tossed and turned for a while before he finally heard it, Lars leaving the house, his car driving off.

Almost immediately his pants were dropped and his shirt thrown somewhere in the room. James laid back against his pillow, staring up at the ceiling as he slowly stroked himself. He let out a sigh of relief, tension in his body slipping away. He grabbed her panties, pressing them to his face, a groan leaving his lips. She smelled so good, it made him want to bury his face between her legs, tease that innocent little cunt of hers and show her how to feel good. How to feel just like he did now. His hand stroked himself faster, his breathing ragged as he shamelessly moaned out her name once more. He moved her panties from his face and wrapped them around his painfully hard cock, shivering at the feeling, shivering at the thought of it being her hand or her pussy wrapped around him instead. He felt so sensitive, his body jerking slightly at his lewd feelings, his hand moving faster, hips raising off of the bed. He wondered what noises she would make if she was on top, how hypnotic her breasts would look while she was riding him. How it would feel to have her bouncing on his lap, how much she'd soak his abdomen with her juices.

James couldn't help it as he let out a whine, his eyes shut tightly in pleasure. His hips jerked further as he came all over her panties and his hand. His movements slowed but he didn't stop, he teased himself, feeling overly sensitive, whimpering her name as if she was there torturing him. His hand ran up and down his chest, teasing his own nipple, wishing desperately it was her hand. His body shook lightly as he finally stopped, taking in harsh breaths to calm down. He propped himself up against his pillows as he reached over to grab a few tissues, wiping his mess off of his hand and stomach.

The sight of her sticky panties made him moan again, but the thought of her wearing them just like this was almost unbearable. He needed that, he needed to see her, to feel her…he needed to taste her.

His fingers played with the mess on the fabric before he brought them to his face again. He was a little nervous, hesitating since the idea was a little weird. Slowly he stuck his tongue out, tasting himself and maybe even her on the fabric. It was crazy but he enjoyed it anyway, the thought of her taste being on the dirty panties sent another bolt of desire through him. The more he savoried his feelings, the more dirty and perverted thoughts filled his head.

He couldn't wait any longer, he needed to see her. He swung his legs over the side of his bed and reached for his jeans and boxers. He looked at the panties in his other hand, the thought of putting them on crossed his mind but even that was a little too insane for him. He opted for shoving them back into his pocket as he put his clothes back on.

James grabbed his truck keys before sprinting out of the apartment, quickly driving off. He parked down the street from her house, getting out and walking towards the tree he would climb. All of the lights on the house were off. It was perfect. James climbed the tree and slowly opened her window, climbing in.

“James?” Her soft voice cut through the quiet, dark room. Just the sound of it sent a shiver through him.

“Yeah, it's me,” He replies, stepping towards her bed. His eye started to adjust further to the dark, seeing her sitting up and watching him, she leaned over and turned on the small lamp by her bed.

“What are you doing here?” She asks quietly, squinting and blinking a few times from the bright light. She was leaning up against the same pillow he had violated earlier causing him to smirk lightly.

“I wanted to see you, I couldn't wait any longer,” He tells her, sitting down on the edge of her bed, his hand resting on her thigh through the covers.

“You can't come every night, James. I'll get caught and get in trouble eventually,” She scolds him a bit causing him to chuckle softly. He sits further onto her bed before crawling over to her and laying next to her.

“We won't get caught, baby,” He reassures her, gently toying with the ends of her hair which was neatly braided. The sight of her in that nightgown was almost too much. He wanted to pin her down right there but he knew he couldn't, he had to go slow with her.

“I have work in the morning, I don't want to stay up too late,” She explains, shifting lightly to face him, resting her head against his chest.

“Well, I thought we could try something tonight, babe. It will be worth staying up for,” James grins down at her, continuing to play with her hair, his other hand starts to gently trail across her arm.

“Try what?” She asks curiously and innocently, not realizing his intentions. James sits up a little, leaning against the headboard before pulling her leg over his lap so that she is straddling him.

“Something like this,” He says quietly, pushing her nightgown up her thighs just a bit, exposing skin he had never seen before. His heart speeds up at the sight and he has to bite back a groan.

“What are you doing?” She asks him confused and a bit worried, placing her hands over top of his.

“Do you want to feel really good, baby? Because I can make that happen,” He asks with a small grin, pulling her a little closer so that her chest was almost touching his. She hesitates, still a little confused before nodding her head. James leans forward and places a kiss on her lips.

“Good girl. Now you like when I kiss you, yeah?” He asks another question, his hands wandering further up under her nightgown. The feeling of goosebumps rising on her skin caused him to smile wider, anticipation growing further.

“Of course I do,” She says innocently, nodding her head and smiling sweetly at him as he places a quick kiss against her. She moves her hands from his wrists and places them around his shoulders.

“Well I'm gonna kiss you everywhere…is that all right?” He says, leaning further forward, his nose brushing her jaw lightly.

“Everywhere?” She asks a bit confused, and a little shocked. He chuckles softly, kissing her jaw a few times.

“Everywhere…and it will feel so good, I promise.” James replies, trailing his kisses across her jaw before they reach her neck. He felt her shiver lightly as he lightly nips her skin.

“...Okay,” She says, her voice still a little hesitant but he could hear her curiosity. He hums in satisfaction, smiling as he continues to kiss her neck, reaching her collarbone. His hands slide further up her nightgown before pulling it off. He couldn't help but groan at the sight of her breasts, her nipples soft and perfectly feminine.

“You're so beautiful…most beautiful woman I've ever seen,” He whispers before his lips attach to her breasts. She lets out a small yelp, grabbing his head lightly as if going to push him away but she stops. The feeling of his lips on her breasts was unexpected…but she loved it. One breast was occupied by his mouth, kissing and licking and nipping lightly, the other being kneaded by his hand. A quiet moan slips from her lips causing her to cover her mouth.

“Why can't I control that?” She asks him a bit confused. He laughs quietly, looking at her for a moment.

“That's just your body's reaction to something that feels really good, baby. You like what I'm doing, don't you? “ He smiles at her. She noticed the wild look in his eyes, the slight obsession in his touches but she doesn't think much of it.

“I like it…keep going,” She nods, giving him permission to keep kissing her. He grins happily before burying his face back into her breasts, moaning quietly himself. He sits up a bit further before pushing her onto her back, hovering over her light and kissing down her stomach.

“If you like me kissing you there, you're gonna like this a whole lot more…but you gotta promise to be quiet, can you do that?” He speaks to her softly. She nods her head, looking down at him as his head trails lower on her abdomen. His fingers loop under her panties, his heart leaping to his throat. He was about to taste her, really taste her and this time it was real. But her hands grabbed his wrists before he could pull them down.

“You're going to kiss me down there?” She questions, looking a bit mortified. He chuckles once more, grinning up at her.

“I am, and it will feel so good, baby. So good you'll be shaking.” He says, waiting for her to give him permission. She hesitantly moves her hands back to his shoulders. He pulls her panties down further being met with the sight of her cunt. So untouched, so sweet, and he was the one that got to ruin it. He was definitely drooling at this point, his body trembling in anticipation and excitement. He doesn't take his eyes off of her as he tosses her panties off to the side. He leans down further, moving her legs to hang over his shoulders. He looked to her face to see her innocently and curiously watching him with her perfect little doe eyes. Fuck, he was doomed. She had ruined him in ways she didn't realize…and he was about to ruin her in ways she didn't understand.

He lowered his head, the full smell of her intoxicating, filling his senses and making him dizzy with pleasure. He connected his lips to her, kissing gently to gauge her reaction. She jerked lightly, her movements unsure as she watched him. He kissed her again, letting her expect it, letting her dwell on it. She doesn't try to stop him so he continues, licking her this time.

“Oh!” She lets out quietly, he smiles against her, his eyes flicking up to her face, watching her as his mouth keeps moving. He could tell she was struggling to not make noise, her face contorted in a pleasure she didn't quite understand. He couldn't help but grind his hips down against the bed, starting to feel uncomfortable in his jeans. His hands gripped her thighs tighter as he pressed his face further between them, getting lost in the taste of her and the feeling of her pussy against his tongue. He couldn't help himself, he moved one hand and gently pushed a finger into her. She moaned a little louder, making him smile.

“Shhh, gotta be quiet, remember,” James reminds her, slowly moving his finger in and out of her. God she was tight…he needed to feel her around his dick.

“You like the way that feels, baby?” He questions her. She watched his wrist moving slowly as he fingered her. She nods, looking up at his face with half lidded eyes, clearly filled with pleasure. He pushes a second finger into her, seeing her eyes practically roll back, her lids fluttering shut. It took so little to set her off, he thought, so many new feelings causing her body to jerk with sensitivity. He watched her closely, feeling like he could explode in his pants at any moment but he couldn't…he wanted to be inside of her when he did that. She covers her mouth as another uncontrollable noise slips from her lips, her hips raising off of the bed.

“Do you want more?” he asks her, stopping his fingers for a moment.

“More?” She questions, panting lightly. He smiled down at her, pulling his fingers out, taking in the sight of her slick covering them for a moment.

“Yeah, I can give you a lot more,” He tells her before being unable to resist the urge to stick his fingers in his mouth, moaning as he tastes her once more. He brings them down to her lips, she hesitantly opens her mouth, sucking on his fingers.

“You taste so good, Birdie,” James tells her quietly, she just nods as she sucks his fingers. He grins before removing them. He stands up from the bed and peels his shirt off before pulling his jeans and boxers down. Her eyes go wide as she sits up on her elbows, looking at him.

“Think you can handle it?” He asks, feeling even more confident as he pulls her closer to the edge of the bed, placing her ankles on his shoulders.

“You're going to put it where your fingers were?” She asks a bit nervously, looking up at him with her pleasure filled doe eyes.

“I am, baby. It will feel even better than my fingers. You're gonna be a good girl and take it right?” He smiles down at her, his hands groping her chest lightly. She nods once more. He grabs her hands and places them on her chest, making her play with her own breasts. He groans lightly at the sight before gripping her thighs once more and slowly pushing into her. Holy fuck he almost bust immediately. But he didn't, he wanted to feel her come around him first. She clamped her hand over her mouth, hiding her noises as he kept going. He could feel her legs trembling already, her eyes squeezed shut. He slowly bottomed out, feeling his own body trembling at the feeling of her tight walls squeezing him. He pulled out most of the way before slamming into her once more, causing her to let out a high-pitched squeal, muffled by her hand.

He could feel her getting wetter, loosening around him causing him to pick up his pace. With each thrust he watched her breasts move, and felt her squirming under his touch. His hands gripped her hips tightly to keep her in place as he pounded into her. They both kept as quiet as they could but there was nothing they could do about the filthy noises coming from between their legs, her slick practically dripping out of her and onto her sheets. They needed to be washed anyway from what he had done on them this morning.

“Jamie! I- it feels weird,” She pants quietly, biting her lip to keep quiet. Her hands grabbed his wrists as if bracing herself for something she didn't know was coming…well, her. She was coming.

“Let it happen,” He grunted, finding it difficult to speak as he held himself back. The feeling of her sensitive squirming getting worse and her walls fluttering around him drew his own orgasm to the surface. Her back arches, her hand clamping over her mouth once more as she squeals again, her eyes rolled back into her head as her body lightly convulses. He couldn't hold it any longer, he felt thick spurts of cum shoot out of him, somehow even more than this morning. He grips her thighs tightly, trembling as he whimpers softly, his own eyes shut as he's overwhelmed with the most intense feelings he has ever felt.

They stay like that for a few moments, catching their breaths and trying to calm down before he pulls out of her. He doesn't care about the mess as he climbs onto the bed and lays down, pulling her against him, their hot skin sticking together.

“You were right, that was worth staying up late for.” She says quietly, looking up at him with sleepy eyes. He smiles once more, placing a kiss against her lips.

“I told you,” He says softly, pulling her even closer.

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Honestly this might be my new favorite out of fics I've written...

[nausicaamusiclover20]

been thinking about kirk taking freaders virginity, really praising her and everything because shes rather shy n stuff🙈 take care!

I hope you like it!❤

Warnings: mature themes,first-time intimacy,vulnerability and emotional tension,nervousness and hesitation,consent and reassurance,physical intimacy

Trusting him

Kirk’s hands rested gently on my waist, warm against my skin. His touch was slow, as though he was giving me the space to decide what I needed. But the closer he got, the more I could feel his body against mine, and it stirred something inside me—something I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

I shifted slightly, feeling the pressure of him against my thigh. It startled me for a moment, and I pulled back, my heart racing.

“I... I don’t know, Kirk,” I said, my voice shaky. “I’ve never done this before. I’m scared.”

He stopped immediately, his expression serious but calm. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice steady. “I’ll be gentle. If it hurts too much, just give me a sign. You can tap my shoulder, or say stop—I’ll listen. You don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

His words weren’t overly sweet or soft—they were just firm and understanding. It made me feel more in control, like I wasn’t being rushed into anything. His hands remained on my waist, giving me the space to decide.

I hesitated for a moment, my chest tight with nerves, but then I nodded. “Okay,” I whispered. “I trust you.”

Kirk’s lips pressed softly to mine, warm and unhurried, his hands cradling my face. My heart was racing, a mix of nervous energy and anticipation thrumming through me. His thumb brushed my cheek as he deepened the kiss, his touch grounding me.

His hands slipped to the hem of my shirt, and he paused, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “Is this okay?” he asked, his voice steady and full of care.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. I wasn’t scared—just overwhelmed by the intimacy and the trust I felt in him.

He smiled, a small but reassuring expression, before lifting the fabric slowly. His fingers skimmed along my sides as he removed it, his touch warm and gentle. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over me with an awe that made my cheeks flush. The way he looked at me, like I was the only person who mattered, eased some of my nervousness.

As he guided me to lie back, he hovered over me, his weight supported by his forearms. His knee brushed between my legs, and I shifted instinctively to give him space. His movements were slow, deliberate, and when he settled between my thighs, the closeness made my breath hitch.

He kissed my forehead, his lips soft and lingering. “Are you okay?” he asked gently, his voice low.

I nodded, my fingers curling lightly around his shoulders. “I’m okay,” I said quietly, though my chest felt tight with nerves.

He moved carefully, positioning himself and pressing lightly against me. The first sensation made me stiffen, my body reacting to the unfamiliar pressure. The discomfort was sharp, and I let out a small sound before biting my lip to keep quiet.

Kirk stopped immediately, his brows furrowing as he looked down at me. “Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“A little,” I admitted, embarrassed but wanting to be honest. “It’s okay. Keep going.”

His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently over my skin. “We can stop anytime, Y/N,” he said firmly. “You’re in control.”

I shook my head. “I want to. Just... go slow.”

He nodded, his gaze softening. “We’ll go slow,” he promised, his voice steady and calm. He moved again, inch by inch, his eyes watching me carefully for any sign of discomfort. The pressure lingered, and I couldn’t help the small wince that crossed my face.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured, his lips pressing soft kisses to my temple and jaw. “Just breathe, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

After a few moments, the sharpness began to ease, and I exhaled a shaky breath, the tension in my body starting to melt away. The discomfort dulled, replaced by a new warmth that spread through me. When I let out a small, unintentional sigh, he paused, his forehead resting lightly against mine.

“Better?” he asked softly, his voice full of care.

“Yeah,” I whispered, feeling a flicker of something unfamiliar but pleasant. “It’s better.”

His lips brushed mine again, tender and slow. “You let me know if you want me to stop,” he reminded me.

“I will,” I said, my voice more certain now. “You can go a little faster.”

His eyes searched mine for a moment before he smiled faintly. “Okay,” he said, kissing me deeply. He adjusted his pace, his movements still gentle but more fluid, and I gasped softly as the sensations shifted again.

The warmth grew into something more intense, a pleasure I hadn’t expected. I let out a soft moan, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but Kirk’s expression changed, his eyes darkening with emotion. “Hearing you like that,” he murmured, his voice thick. “You’re amazing, Y/N. So perfect.”

His hands held my hips, steadying me as he moved, his lips finding mine again and again. The rhythm built slowly, and I found myself clinging to him, my hands gripping his shoulders as quiet sounds spilled from my lips. He kissed along my neck, his words a constant stream of praise and reassurance. “You’re incredible,” he whispered. “So good for me.”

As we reached the end, the world seemed to blur into a haze of warmth and connection. Kirk stilled above me, his breath ragged, and I felt my body relax completely as a wave of calm washed over me. He leaned down, kissing me deeply, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face.

When he pulled away, his expression softened, his eyes full of emotion. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice tender.

“Yes,” I said, my voice quiet but sure. “I’m okay.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead before easing off me carefully. “Stay here,” he said softly, brushing his fingers along my arm. “I’ll be right back.”

I nodded, my body still tingling as I lay there. He returned moments later with a warm cloth, kneeling beside me. “This might feel a little strange,” he said, his tone gentle as he cleaned me up with care, his movements slow and deliberate.

[ghostbustting]

Going on vacation with current james and he is always horny because he is seeing you in a bikini all the time soooo (maybe Marathon sex??) ☺️

kinda short, but mmgmtmdhdjsns 🤭 (also, happy late late birthday to semaj)

╰┈➤“𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝒀„ ๋࣭⭑

Current!James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut.

My body felt terribly weak, limp, tired. As well as my throat feeling sore from all the filthy noises I have let out for the past.. two hours, possibly, or three. I couldn’t even tell how long have we spent our time on this vacation just in our hotel room, bedsheets messy, our minds completely forgotten about the seconds ticking on the clock, not even noticing when rain starts trickling down onto the hotel room balcony, not even stopped by the time the rain stops.

His body was all I felt, his soul connected to mine. My eyes couldn’t help but gaze up and down the beautiful man in front of me, bare. Meanwhile I had to give in to his request, my bikini set staying on my fucked up state of a body, sweat all over my skin as I let the older man take great care of me— or rather, himself.

The whole morning, as we spent our time at the beach, my skin weren’t so oblivious to the eyes that rakes up and down my body, the only thing covering me being my bikini set that James seems to adore on me, his eyes never leaving the way the bikini top desperately try to cover up my breasts as I play around the beach, or the way my bikini bottom almost failed to cover up my ass, never failing to make his tongue dart out to swiftly lick over his bottom lip.

No wonder he was stuck on that damned deckchair the whole time, the towel we got from the hotel draped across his lap, a pathetic attempt to hide his hard boner that’s seeking freedom from behind his swimming trunks, one of his hand tucked under the towel and the trunks, desperately trying to get off before the boner gets worse, thinking I wouldn’t notice the quiet fucking moans leaving his lips every now and then, it was so obvious. And it was obvious as well that jerking off at this point did not work for him.

I supposed that was what led us here, on the hotel bed, fucking for what I remembered is our seventh round by this point.. or was it eighth?

James had me on all fours for him, his hands on my hips as he was on his knees behind me, his fucking jerk of a dick leaving and entering my numb and swollen hole, weak and desperate whimpers leaving my lips as I try to hold onto my position, my legs and hands shaking.

”Fuck.. so nice.. so good..” He groaned, fingers on my ass cheeks, nails digging into the soft skin ever so slightly, red from the countless times he had hit me there previously. Not that I mind.

Several parts of my body felt itchy, especially my neck, chest, and thighs. Those are from what I suspect are his teeth bitten marks, always hurts yet always make me feel so good, wanted, needed. The moment James loses control of himself, he was always like a puppy that’s been let out of his cage. Wild. Mean. Uncontrollable.

Tears were streaming down my red cheeks, pouring down onto the pillow below me, now soaked from my salty tears. I couldn’t quite feel my body completely, feeling several aching, yet the way his cock fill my desperate hole up is just way too irresistible, feeling him move in and out of me, the tip of his cock hitting every spots I didn’t even know exist in me before he showed me.

My breath came out in gasped heavy ones with every thrusts he made, fingers clutching onto the sheets below me tightly, trying to hold onto something desperately, cause it truly feels like I’m about to fall and drown into a sea of unbearable lust if I didn’t hold onto anything.

”J-James.. please..” I gasped out, panting as my hand gave up on keeping my position up, my body falling from being on all fours, limp on the bed, flinching every time he thrusts into me as small sobs leave my lips, “A-ah.. mm..” I whimpered, biting into the sheets to prevent myself from letting out more noises.

I just felt so weak. I can’t even release anymore, my body was aching so much. But at the same time, he felt so good. He make me feel so loved.

James grabbed my hips and pull them up, making my ass perk up on display for him as he held onto my waist, his cock thrusting in and out of me like there was no tomorrow. “Shit.. one more, princess.. okay? Can you do that for me?” He breathed out, shaking his head as he try to focus on his movements.

Despite being terribly weak, I force myself to nod and whimper out a silent, “Y-yes, James..”

He let out a breathless chuckle, stroking my skin as he whispered out in that goddamn seducing voice, “Atta girl..”

My eyes were as wide as they can get, almost popping out of their sockets as his thrusts make my mind swirl, losing control of myself as all I could do was just lay there underneath his big body, voicing out the pleasure he make me feel, eyes rolled to the back of my head.

”God.. fuck.. you’re so fucking enchanting.. that fucking bikini.. it makes me go insane.. what did your parents do to create you?”

His endless compliments only increased the tightness of the knot that was yet again appearing in my stomach for what felt like the thousands time now, my moans coming out in between my choked sobs, my fingers grasping to any part of the bedsheets I could hold onto around me.

”Let go, princess.. let go..”

And that’s what I did, my release this time gushing out fast, squirting all over his cock as I screamed out his name like my life depended on it, my walls clenching around his cock one last time as he pumped in and out of me and let go of his own release as well, groaning loudly.

I feel the sticky cum of his coat the inside of me, making me whimper at the feeling, overstimulated by how many times he had done that for the past two hours, not even able to feel anything now. Just numb. But so fucking pleased by the way he treated me.

Slowly, I begin to relax into the mattress below me, my chest heaving up and down, the breath coming out of me were unstable and shaky, my legs still shaking somehow. “You’re fucking crazy, James..” I shook my head with a huff.

James leaned down to my face, his fingertips coming to touch my cheek, his thumb darting out to wipe away my tear and stroke my cheek lovingly before he whispers, “Too bad we’re not done yet.”

[allmoshnobrain]

Hello, lovelies! 

I decided to try taking part in kinktober for the first time this year. The stories will be all reader inserts and mostly less than 2k words unless I get in the mood to write longer ones. I’m not sure I’ll be able to post every day, but I did come up with a 31 prompt/pairing list that I fully intend to finish even if it takes a while!

Fandoms featured: Metallica/Megadeth, Venom (band), Call of Duty, Supernatural, Naruto 

You can also participate in the writing list with my FREE SPACE dynamic. There are some free spaces for specific pairings and you can shoot me asks with suggestions for kinks and plots featuring them. I will choose one for each character featured to write!

(I may still write non featured requests outside of kinktober, though. And if I get no asks for any of the characters I’ll just choose something to write about them on my own lol).

Free spaces available: Sam Winchester (SPN), Jason Newsted (Metallica), Cap. John Price (COD), Kakashi Hatake (Naruto), Cronos (Venom) 

I will keep posting my other stories and requests like Valley of Roses if I write them, even with kinktober going on!

You can check the full list with characters and prompts for the month below:

Week 01: 10/01 to 10/05

10/01: Caught in the Act + Voyeurism | Jason Newsted x Reader x James Hetfield

10/02: Gun Play | Dean Winchester x Reader

10/03: Biting + Hickeys | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/04: Sex Toys + Public | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/05: Blindfold + Group Sex | 90’s Metallica x Reader

Week 02: 10/06 to 10/12

10/06: FREE SPACE | Cronos (Venom) x Reader

10/07: Edging | Kirk Hammett x Reader

10/08: Mirror Sex | Cronos (Venom) x Reader

10/09: Breeding Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/10: Size Kink + Gentle Dom | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/11: Dacryphilia + Spanking | James Hetfield x Reader

10/12: FREE SPACE | Jason Newsted x Reader

Week 03: 10/13 to 10/19

10/13: Cockwarming + Begging | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/14: Degradation + Angry Sex | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/15: Phone Sex | Lars Ulrich x Reader

10/16: Public Sex | Cap. Price x Reader

10/17: Choking | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/18: FREE SPACE | Cap. Price x Reader

10/19: Praise Kink + Daddy Kink | James Hetfield x Reader

Week 04: 10/20 to 10/26

10/20: Aftercare | Cliff Burton x Reader

10/21: Masked Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/22: Car Sex | Cliff Burton x Reader

10/23: Filming + Threesome | Lars Ulrich x Reader x Kirk Hammett

10/24: FREE SPACE | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/25: Bondage | Lars Ulrich x Reader

10/26: Thigh Riding + Handjob |  Dean Winchester x Reader

Week 05: 10/27 to 10/31

10/27: Virginity Loss | Sam Winchester x Reader

10/28: Friends with Benefits + Keeping quiet | Jason Newsted x Reader

10/29: Period Sex | Kirk Hammett x Reader

10/30: FREE SPACE | Sam Winchester x Reader

10/31: Halloween Special: Sex Pollen + Fuck or Die | Dean Winchester x Reader

[hetfieldcest]

warnings: none( i think???) also it’s kinda short mb

-Death of a Party Girl 1989

It was just two years ago that you lived life to the fullest, having fun and partying with a joy that seemed to know no bounds. You rarely relaxed when you could be somewhere else having the time of your life. It was at a party when James first laid eyes on you, captivated by the way you danced and laughed with your friends. He couldn't believe how you kept going and going, never pausing for long except to take a quick sip of beer before resuming. Your smile never faltered, a sense of pure happiness that was like a disease you spread.

The first date you had with james you two spent the entire day in his pool, laughing and splashing like children. He loved the way your soft, content smile never left your face as you lay on your stomach, letting the warmness of the sun kiss your skin. When night fell, you and james took a walk around the block, feeling the rocky pavement under your bare feet as you looked up at the sky’s stars shining down you two.

But that was two years ago, and now, at the age of twenty six, you found yourself exhausted and trapped in a cycle of depression and fear. You feared that your life was slipping away before it had really even begun, and the weight of those fears weighed heavily on your shoulders. Thoughts raced through your mind, worrying that your James, would eventually leave you, or worse, you’d end your life someday, and you knew that day was closer than ever.

James had came over and instead of going out and having fun like old times you both sat on your sofa together watching a movie in silence. Your instincts told you that James' feelings for you had grown distant, and the thought of him staying out of pity or indecision tore at your heart. You tried to fight back the tears, not wanting to let him see how much his indifference hurt you. You discreetly waved your hand in front of your face, fanning the tears that threatened to fall.

I’m dying.

You unsteadily rose from the couch and made your way to the kitchen, your hands trembling as you poured yourself a glass of wine. As some of the liquid spilled onto the counter, you took a brief moment to compose yourself before returning to the living room. remembering that time you confessed to James that you felt something was wrong with you, that you had faded away. His response cut deeply: ‘Yeah, I kinda miss the old you.’ The words stung, and you crumbled inside, feeling like you shattered into a million pieces.

As you took the last few steps into the living room, you collapsed onto your knees, wine spilling out from the shattered glass as it hit the floor. Startled, James swiftly rose from the couch and rushed over to you, his concern written on his face. He knelt down beside you, his brow furrowed in worry as he looked into your tear-filled eyes. "Babe? What happened?" he asked, his voice tinged with alarm. He reached out to wipe away the tears streaming down your cheeks with his thumb, continuing to call out "babe" seeking an explanation.

No words could escape your lips as the overwhelming flood of emotion waved over you. Your sobs became more intense, mixed with hiccups that gasps for air, as the weight of your despair grew heavier. Or what yourself would have described it two years ago, ‘ugly crying’. James instinctively wrapped his arms around you, gently holding you close and allowing you to rest your head on his chest. Yet, your own arms remained limp at your sides, unable to muster the strength to return his embrace. In a tender gesture, he began to rub your back, feeling the wetness of your tears soaking through his shirt. “You’re okay,” He tried to comfort.