#papa het x you

[bubbledtee]

Okay but imagine calling James daddy for the first time likeeee🙈🙈🙈

hngngnrjdnd omg

it’d ignite something so deep within him. like he’d be fucking you, your legs thrown over his shoulders as his hips pound into you, and your little quivering voice would whine out “don’t stop, daddy. pl-please!” and he’d just absolutely lose it.

“fuck, call me that again, baby.” he’d growl, his thrusts harshening quickly.

you'd hesitate slightly, embarrassment taking over as you let the word slip out again with a whine. "it feels so good, daddy... 'm so full,"

the groan he'd let out would be so guttural as he fucked you at an ungodly pace, "yeah, baby? feels good when daddy fucks you rough like this?" you'd clench around him at his use of the name, the sensation causing him to drop his head to your shoulder with a loud grunt. "god, you're like heaven, baby. daddy's gonna breed you nice n full. such a good little girl..."

i need to be sent to the ward my god

[reincarnationoftheparty]

He’s so golden retriever puppy 🥺

[metalcowgirl]

☆ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ☆

listen while you read

written 4 @bubbledtee !! i saw your concept and HAD to write about it

warnings: smut, age gaps, adult film, reader is female, degradation, manhandling

word count: 1,598

james was popular in the adult film industry. everyone always talked about how respectful he was to his co-stars and that he would always do his best to make sure you were comfortable.

 he was also rumored to make girls squirt with just his mouth alone. you were an amateur, scoring this job as sex was something you valued and considered yourself good at. you also thought doing adult film would help your confidence so you decided to give it a shot.

it was the first day you were meeting james, your partner for this scene. the fellow girls practically stared a hole through you as you walked through those doors, muttering and murmuring about what james would think of you.

it was a teacher / student scene and james had to fuck you in ways you’ve never been before. he had to be super rough with you so he decided to sit and talk to you to make you comfortable beforehand.

you saw the silver fox sitting on the sofa in the main room in the house you were shooting in. he was taking a drag from his cigar. he looked up and saw you, giving a bright smile, 

“y/n, right? i’m james, pleasure to meet you” 

he held out his hand and you gladly shook it. he was definitely super attractive for a guy his age, older guys had always been your sort of thing, and this was just adding fuel to the fire.

 “yeah.. i’m super nervous about this..” you nervously chuckled. 

“that’s understandable but i assure you, if you want me to stop at any point you have my word. promise” he gave a sweet smile.

you two talked for a few hours before you had to shoot your scene. you had already gotten so comfortable with him, and maybe even got a little flustered from his flirtatious comments about what a beautiful young woman you were. 

you went to change into what the producers/directors had given you. the casual skirt, thong and polo you usually saw in these types of pornos. you did your makeup and touched it up in the living room mirror. you noticed james in the reflection and couldn’t help but stare at him in that suit. it hugged his body just right, the shirt rolled up, showing his many tattoos and buff arms. 

you gulped nervously, flustered again as james complimented you once more.

 “5 minutes!” the cameraman yelled. 

you nervously took a deep breath, james taking notice, “remember what i said, tap me three times for me to stop doing whatever i’m doing, darlin.” you nodded in agreement, understanding him.

the scene began, and you two started off with the casual and cheesy “raise my grades” scenario. james grabbed you by the hips and started to kiss you, trailing down your neck kissing and sucking. you lightly moaned and whimpered at the sensation of his teeth against the skin of your neck. he suckled until he left hickies all over. the camera man moved to an angle so he could capture the both of you.

 james shoved you on the desk and slowly removed your panties with his teeth while on his knees. you bit your lip, staring down at the silver fox. you wanted nothing more than him to ravage you. ravage you on camera for the whole world to see. standing back up, he smacked you across your face,

 “you’ve always wanted this huh? you’re a little slut, always dressin’ like this for your teacher to see. what a gross girl you are.” 

he grabbed you by your face and told you to open wide, spitting in your mouth. he picked you up, putting you ontop his face whilst standing, eating you out. so thats how he stayed so buff at such an age.

tongue exploring your folds and your hard clit, you threw your head back in pleasure. legs already shaking from how sensitive you were, now you knew the rumors were true. this man ate you out like he was starved. the flicks of his tongue made you whimper.

animalistic growls emerging from the back of his throat, he swirled his tongue around your clit. you felt the knot begin to form in your lower half and with that, released all over his face. you began to squirt. it got all in his mouth but he didn’t care. he lapped it up like a dog. he was thirsty for you, like he needed you his entire life.

 he lifted you from his face, slamming you back down on the desk as he roughly put fingers to your clit, rubbing quickly, overstimulating you. your eyes widened and quickly rolled back, never feeling a sensation like this before. he was so rough but knew how to make it feel good. he gave your cunt a slap, sending a jolt through your body. you whimpered, earning a chuckle from him.

“get on your knees…”

 he groaned as he stroked his cock slowly. you abided, getting on your knees looking up at him with longing.

 “open that pretty mouth..”

 he chuckled as you did so, slowly pushing himself into your mouth

. “i’m gonna fuck this pretty face” he grunted,  make this makeup run..” 

you gagged in response, putting a hand to your pussy fingering yourself as he began to thrust into your mouth. he grabbed your head, holding it, thrusting in your mouth sloppily. the groans that came out of him were loud and deep. “rub that pussy for me, darlin” he thrusted a few more times before pulling out. he didn’t want to cum in your mouth—it had to be inside of you.

you got up off of your knees, getting shoved against the desk once again. he bent down to your height, whispering in your ear, “you want me to wreck this pretty little pussy, yeah?” he slowly rubbed at the spot he earlier hit, teasing your folds with his fingertips. you quickly nodded, whimpering a small “yes.”  

he roughly spread your legs, his calloused hands rubbing and running against your thighs sending a shiver down your spine. his hot breath hitching against your neck as he kissed down to your chest, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it. he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, slapping it on your clit a few times. 

you whimpered slightly earning a chuckle out of him. he slowly pushed himself into you. the adjusting to his size caused you to gasp, biting on your lip as you looked up to him with tears forming in your eyes. your makeup was already messed up from him fucking your face. once you confirmed with a smile that you adjusted to him, he wrapped a calloused hand around your throat and began squeezing as he pounded into your cunt. 

you could barely breathe from the feeling of ecstasy at this point. you needed more of him. you looked up at him with teary eyes, begging him to go harder. he smirked down at you, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he quickened his pace.

he was balls deep inside of you at this point and you enjoyed every minute of it. you could not wrap your head around how good it felt—he was the most skillful, experienced man you had ever been with. you hoped to have scenes with him in the future. no one has ever made you feel this good. 

your thoughts were interrupted by a slap across the face which made you giggle. you were practically a braindead slut at this point, the only thing being on your mind—his cock. his breathing got heavier and more intense. 

“gonna cum in this pretty pussy…you want this old man to cum inside you baby?” 

he chuckled as you whimpered in response and nodding your head. his thrusts got sloppy as he tightened his grip on your throat again. your eyes filled with tears once again. he bent down to your ear, whispering into it, 

“you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever fucked…papa’s gonna fill you up nice and full”

your cheeks flushed pink, eyes rolling back just from his words. what he said made your cunt twitch and you loved every minute of it. you wanted nothing more than to see what it was like for him to cum inside of you. with a few more sloppy thrusts, he spilled inside of you. his cum felt warm, and this moment felt so right. cum spilling out of you and down your thighs, he placed a kiss on your lips. 

the cameras cut. james held you for a few minutes, whispering sweet nothings to you before you got yourselves washed up and showered. he stopped you on your way to your dressing room

“hope i wasnt too rough back there, you did damn good for your first time… never came that much before” he chuckled.

his words once again flustered you,  “oh really?”

he nodded in response, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, “i meant what i said to you by the way..you really are the prettiest woman i ever fucked..”

“and you’re the most handsome man i ever fucked..” you both chuckled, just staring in eachothers eyes for a moment.

there was so much tension between the two of you. that was something you couldn’t ignore. 

you two kissed then and there. he held you close, wrapping arms around you. that moment could last forever. he was such a gentle person outside of sex and you only hoped to have him to yourself.

[distorted59]

HIII! I have a request if you have time, but after seeing what you did for Larsy Poo I need, - in fact, I am on my hands and knees for head cannons for James Het PLEASE 🧎🏻‍♀️

Thank you 😊 MWAH

Hey lovely!!! sorry it took a whole while, I'm finally back home and school and work are biting my ass. but, here it is!!! hope you enjoy! @buzzbuzzbowie also asked for this, thank you both! <3

Okay, so if we’re talking about 80s James, (like ‘81-’87), he’s definitely submissive asf!! he’s just… just… he was so shy and pretty LIKE SHUT UP SFKFSKSFSKJS. (he still is)

He def has mommy issues. So, he craves validation and care. Especially in the beginning, he’s still young and just into fame, could learn a thing or two. Once he gets older, more masculine, angrier and his voice deeper and deeper. He still has that need, it’s an itch no one can really scratch but you.

He was sexually inexperienced, (due to his family’s religions he had to leave health class and all that stuff). so just IMAGINE teaching young Jamie some things!!!! oml i’m melting!!!!! 

“Am I doing okay?” James pants from in between your thighs. He’s looking up at you through his bangs that are sticking to his sweaty forehead. His blue eyes twinkling with eagerness and lust.

“You’re doing great, baby.” You reassure him as you caress his hair lovingly. 

“Hmm, you taste so good.” He moans into your pussy and continues fucking you with his tongue.

Loves it when there’s a emotional connection, normally he’d fuck the shit out of girls/groupies without thinking twice. But, he loves it when he’s taken care of.

Loves the aftercare as well!! Cuddling or showering together, loves it when you wash his hair!

praising kink, mommy kink????? i dunno. I just know his whimpers and begging would be so pretty <3. 

Would get jealous pretty fast, he wants all of your attention on HIM. 

He’s also pretty protective of you, even as friends. Like, just imagine you and the bar hanging out at a bar, early Metallica days, and some guys are bothering you. This man would be prepared to throw hands. (just like he did for Larz, cuz he has a big mouth).

He has a big nose, so you can sit on it. (no headcanon tho, it’s the truth.)

He would call you all needy from his hotel room. (I see black album!James in my head). And i mean you know he’s fucking groupies, you know he is. but, he’s never satisfied, you got your fucking claws in him.

“Come on, pick up…” James mutters into the phone, he’s horny and desperate, only wanting to hear your voice.

“Hello?” Your tired voice rings through his ear.

“H-hey, sweetheart.” James stammers. “How are you? i miss you. Did I wake you?” he rushes through his words not wanting to be rude, but he is just so horny.

“hm, I’m good, baby.” you yawn. “You did wake me, but that’s okay.” 

He stays silent for a bit, he’s slowly stroking himself. Just your voice is enough to make him crazy. You can hear some hitched breaths through the phone and decide to play with him a little.

“What are you doing, baby?” 

“N-nothing, I’m just tired.” he quickens his pace, knowing what you’re doing.

“Do you miss me?” you ask, your hand wandering to your panties.

“Fuck, yes. Of course, baby.” 

“I miss you too, your voice, your touch…” You sigh. “you inside of me.”

“Oh, baby…” James lets out a strangled moan. “I need to feel you wrapped around me, I can’t take it.” 

James starts stroking his cock faster while you already have started playing with your clit. 

“Every night when I come off stage. I just think of you and I can’t….” James groans. “Can’t take it… need you here.” 

“You wanna know what I'd do?” 

“Yeah…”

“I’d ride you silly, until you’d see stars.” you moan.

“Fuck, so i can look at your pretty tits?” James gets closer to cumming.

“That’s right, darlin’.” 

“Are you playing with yourself too?” He asks, his mind is driving him wild. He is so jealous of your fingers right now. 

“Mhm.” you hum.

“Oh fuck, gonna cum, baby.” 

“Cum with me, babe.”

Both of you would cum all over yourself and say loving words to each other before falling asleep <3.

Now, if we’re talking about current James. holy fucking shit. the dilfiest fucking dilf on this fucking earth. 

His hands!!!! his fingers are super fucking skilled, this man can WORK them. stroking your hair, holding your hand, squeezing your thighs, making you suck his fingers while you look up at him innocently, lightly squeezing your throat with his other hand when you stop looking at him, finger-fucking you ‘till you cry… I can go on.

James and his cigars>>>>>>

Just imagine you sitting on his thigh, needy and desperate. He’s wearing some bootcut jeans that fit him perfectly. You’re in some comfortable pj shorts and slowly rubbing yourself on the material of his jeans. He’s really enjoying the view while smoking his cigar and puffing the smoke in your face. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” He places his free hand on your hip, secretly guiding your grinding. 

“Need more…” You whimper. “Please.” 

“Hmm… I don’t think so, baby.” he takes another drag and slowly blows the smoke in your face. “I think you can easily cum like this, can’t you?” 

He grins and holds the cigar close to your mouth, making you take a drag. You slowly inhale while maintaining eye-contact, James groans loudly and grips your hip tighter. You blow the smoke back into his face and try to kiss him. 

He gladly accepts the kiss and you can taste the cigar on his lips. You start grinding faster and moan into his mouth. James keeps guiding you and smirks up at your needy state. 

“Gonna cum all over my jeans, princess?”

He’d spoil you like crazy. You don’t want much, just him. but, he still takes care of you in every single way he can. 

 Feel like he might have a breeding kink, daddy kink and all that. He just wants to fill you all up and claim you. Mark you, show the world and everyone in it you are his. <3

 Imagine car rides with James???? I’d sell my left tit for that. (maybe not). Just a chill ride in one of his muscle cars, or his truck, love me some of that. Some music on low volume, the weather’s nice, the sun's about to set. Yes, just yes. 

Or staying at his house for dinner??? I would fucking love to chill in his backyard and he’s working over at the bbq. I just know this man can cook up a mean steak. 

Damn, now I’m hungry for James AND his cooking. 

[slvtforjaymz]

BLACK ALBUM JAMES IS SO SLUTTY AND HOT HE WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVORITE IDC

[w0niecult]

AHDHAJA I WAS ON PINTEREST AND I FOUND A CENSORED PICTURE OF KIRK IN A SHOWER CAP AND SOMEONE IN THE COMMENTS SAID TO LOOK UP LARS ULRICH SHOWER CAP PIC AND IF YOU CLICK ON ONE OF THE PICTURES AND SCROLL YOU'LL SEE AN (ALBEIT GRAINY) UNCENSORED PIC OF KIRK

i can rest easy having seen that pic, but the point of this was have YOU seen the pic?

I know the exact pin on Pinterest, and photo of Kirk that you’re talking about💀💀

and being reminded of it’s existence is, well, unpleasant.

EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT PHOTO IS SO INCREDIBLY CURSED😭😭😭

THE WAY HES JUST HOLDING IT WITH A BIG SMILE😀😀😭💀💀

here’s is the uncensored photo btw

[hearts4hetfield]

the love of my life (james hetfield of metallica) is fighting in the war (touring with his band in a different continent) and i haven't heard from him in weeks (hasn't come back to my country in 30 years). i miss him (he's never met me in his life), i have to wait for him to come back home to me (play a concert in my country). i would steal every star from the sky to be with him (spend a lot of money on plane and concert tickets) and i must see him again (see metallica live). he is the only man i will ever love (i have severe daddy issues and am a slut for men older than my father)

[multifandomgirl08]

Girlfriend? [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: You meet Nico.

Warning(s): Google Translated Dutch, Fluff

A/N: Thank you @maximeverstappen for the request. And a big thank you to @severalforraelee for helping me with this request. I was having a bit of writer's block with this. This is the second version of this that I wrote. That's why it's a little bit shorter than normal. I didn't like the first version so I completely re-wrote everything but the first paragraph. This will be the last thing for this series that I published out of order (hopefully), unless someone sends in a request for something that hasn't already been planned.

Words: 0.7k

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The first time that Nico met you was an accident. You had been over at Max’s apartment after getting lunch and had decided to stay for a bit since Nico would be with his sitter for a while longer. Nico’s sitter had called letting Max know that she was dropping him off just as you were grabbing your bag to leave.

"Papa!" You heard a boy yell as you stood in the doorway of Max’s apartment saying goodbye knowing that Nico would be home soon.

You turned your head to see Nico standing halfway down the hall holding the hand of who you assumed was Nico’s sitter. She was an older woman in her 40s. Nico stood there, a backpack that was too big for him around his shoulders.

Max looked at you in question before leaning down and opening his arms for Nico before the little boy dropped his bag and ran into his father’s arms.

“Heb je genoten van je dag vandaag?” Max asked before Nico started to nod.

You just watched as they interacted, Nico absorbed in Max while you and Nico’s sitter stood there.

Max looked over at you with a knowing smile. You had talked about meeting Nico before but it was always an eventual thing. Never planned and never set in stone.

“Nico, this is Y/N.” Max looked at Nico, and then turned to you.

Nico looked over at you, keeping his head up as your eyes met the little boy’s blue ones. As you looked at Nico, it just solidified in your mind that those Verstappen genes were strong, even Victoria’s kids looked like Max.

“She’s Papa’s friend.” You were okay with Max introducing you to Nico as Max’s friend. He probably didn’t know what a girlfriend was.

“Girlfriend?” Nico asked.

“Where did you hear that word?” Max asked carefully. He wasn’t sure who Nico had been spending time with for him to know what that meant.

“Dan,” Nico remarked as if that explained everything.

Daniel looked after Nico when Max had something going on for work, or if you wanted to spend a quiet evening together, and it was pretty easy to set it up since Daniel lived downstairs.

“Yes, like a girlfriend.” Max echoed, giving you a wide smile.

Max had told you that Nico was pretty smart given that he had just turned 2. You had just thought it was Max gushing about Nico. But you couldn’t help but laugh at the exchange of words that was going on.

If there had been any tension what so ever as you stood there with Nico and Max, it was definitely broken after that moment.

Max had invited Nico’s sitter inside but she said that she needed to be on her way.

She had left the three of you together before Nico leaned into Max’s ear whispering something that you couldn’t catch.

“Weet je het zeker?”  Max asked before Nico nodded in confirmation.

You gripped your bag a little tighter before Max looked over at you again. “Would you want to come with us out, to dinner later?” Max offered.

“I would love that.” You quickly agreed.

A little while later, around 5:30 Max had texted you with where you were going to meet the two of them of dinner. It hadn’t taken too long for Nico to open up to you once dinner had started and the food was delivered, he kept talking to you in his adorable broken english, and if he didn’t know that word would ask Max what it was.

As the meal went on Max seemed to recline further into his chair watching as the two of you interected across the table from one another. Nico had hugged you goodbye before Max made a gesture that he would call you.

You had gone back to your hotel for the night, and had been sitting on your laptop getting a few last minue work things done when your phone had gone off.

It was Max. You had spent the next hour talking first about dinner and then about the next time that you would be able to see one another again. Before you had switched topics halfway through you couldn’t help but ask Max, “Do you think he liked me?”

Mas stayed silent for a few seconds. Nico not liking you was something that could really make or break the relationship. “I’m sure he likes you Schat, he couldn’t seem to fall asleep when we got home.”

As you talked on the phone with him, you were excited to be able to spend more time with Nico. Even at the age of 2, Max had raised him well.

translation:

Heb je genoten van je dag vandaag? - Did you enjoy your day today?

Weet je het zeker? - Are you sure?

taglist: @karmabyfernando, @barcagirly, @sachaa-ff, @iamahallucinationnn, @musingsbyshreya

[gabigabigabby]

all the things i hate about you | eddie munson

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 coming soon

eddie munson x celebrity!fem reader

synopsis: you had put your past with eddie munson as part of the emotional baggage that turns into a songwriting drive. you finally come back to your birthplace of hawkins indiana for the last show of your tour. you invited your entire circle to the show, but you forgot that by your entire circle, your ex boyfriend would be showing up too.

wc: 1.8k

category: INSANE AMOUNTS OF ANGST. with a happy ending (:

content/warnings: flashbacks. lovers to strangers. toxic relationship.

a/n: inspired by this blurb, i decided this should take a modern twist, where the songs are all from this age. there's so much angst to this, pls prepare yourselves LMAO. the songs i will be referencing besides linked are 'blonde' by maisie peters and 'die first' by nessa barrett

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"y/n y/l/n: rage like a metalhead world tour."

now where has eddie munson heard that album title before? oh. right. the last metallica concert he dragged you to. and probably the very last metallica concert he'll ever attend.

"time to rage huh?" you stood in line with eddie, your facial expression pining for eddie to say those four words you adored coming out of his mouth.

"rage like a metalhead." eddie grins, pulling you under his arms as you wait in line to see papa het downstrum the fuck out of the songs.

that memory, you had wiped away from your mind the day you packed up your shit and left the munsons' trailer. you left wayne stunned, and eddie nonplussed. if eddie thinks his friends are more important than your love and relationship, that's the biggest sign for you to up and leave without looking back.

you were going to lend eddie munson the spotlight too. to help corroded coffin out by getting them multiple gigs in new york. hopefully by the end of all that, sign to the record label that took you in. go on tour. play the fucking garden if eddie so chooses.

two years later, your debut album did well, making you one of the biggest rock sensations in the united states. headbangers, eddie's favorite metal and rock radio station would receive requests to blast at least one of your songs every night. it's as if no matter where he goes and what he does, eddie munson can never get away from you.

"oh hey, it's y/n on the radio!" gareth smiled one night when your newest hit song 'blonde' blared on the radio. all eddie did was sigh, look out the window and smoke his joint.

baby, if you thought that i was trouble, then you're gonna hate what's coming next

"lighten up munson," gareth glared. "the least you could do is be happy for your ex."

"i am, man. but there's a reason why we're exes, gareth," eddie snapped. "she left me. to go to fuckin' new york and live her dream. our dream. it was ours."

kinda like your worst nightmare but double. is that an angel? no it's your ex

"yeah man, because you said we are more important than she is. you're supposed to say she's more important. it's all on you." gareth shrugs, taking a drag of his blunt.

"shut up man, are you on my side or hers?!" eddie shouted, smacking gareth's arm with his right hand and gesturing at the radio with his left.

remember when you screwed up when i was a brunette? i don't think you knew just what you'd done

woah, oh, i'll fuck your life up as a blonde

the last interview he saw of you, you had recently bleached your hair in honor of your brand new single. eddie couldn't take his eyes off you when he tuned in at the hideout. and since you and eddie were a regular to the bartenders, one of them approached eddie while he was boring his brown eyes through the tv screen.

"big star now huh, y/n y/l/n?" harry the bartender nudged his head upwards. "thought you'd be tagging along since you're... joined at the hip." harry air-quoted.

"nah, harry," eddie took a sip of his whiskey on the rocks. "she left me."

"bummer," harry winces. "sorry 'bout that, eddie."

"it's okay," eddie cringed harry's apology away. "you think she already has a boyfriend?"

harry chuckled. "i don't wanna hurt you eddie, but a beautiful girl like y/n, no man is stupid enough to walk past her and not double take her."

and harry was right. no man wouldn't double take you. if eddie saw you out on the streets and you both never knew each other, he'd double take you any day.

"earth to eddie!" robin's clapping her hands before eddie's zoned out eyes. "are you listening to us?"

"no. shit, sorry," eddie sits up, rubbing his eyes. "what'd you say?"

"y/n put all of us on the guest list for her hawkins show in three days." robin explains, sounding exasperated that she has to repeat herself.

"if you don't want to go then that's alright." steve shrugs, his arms crossed.

eddie pfts. "i won't miss a kickass rock concert in hawkins just because y/n's my ex, alright? i'm goin'." god, did eddie wish he didn't say that up front.

++

yep. eddie munson is starting to regret coming here. he didn't even bother to get nicely dressed. he wore an old band tee that he ended up cutting the sleeves off because he hates how tight they were on his biceps. he threw on a pair of black ripped jeans and paired them with his favorite checkered vans. his hair was pulled up in a low messy bun, adjusting his flyaways to the sides of his face. it framed his face perfectly.

robin had asked him about his choice of tee before they left. "it constricted my fucking arms when i tried them on, buckley!" he argued. "plus, it looks better sleeveless. that way girls can see the sweet ol' tatties i got."

"girls?" robin scoffed. "you mean y/n?"

"no, man. girls. like, legit girls. who knows, i might find the one at this concert tonight."

"this concert?" robin repeats, flabbergasted. "this concert? it's y/n's concert, eddie. it's not just somebody else's concert where you could find a one-night stand and call it a day. you don't wanna be there for your ex, then be there for your friend."

"alright, jeez." eddie glares, walking out to his car and starting the engine, waiting for robin to get in the passenger seat.

and so there eddie stood, max and eleven on his left and robin and nancy on his right, screaming every single word to 'blonde', the song you had confirmed in an interview was written about an ex of mine. as much as eddie wants to scream fuck you! to you, he wouldn't quit staring at you like you were the only girl in the world. because no matter what eddie says about you to his friends, you'd still take his breath away just by existing.

"thank you so much, you guys, for showing up for me tonight," you preen to the massive crowd before you. "this is the last show of the tour and i'm just so excited to be able to finish it here in my hometown of hawkins, indiana!" the crowd goes wild, because if they didn't, eddie himself would get on the barricade and force a clap and cheer out of them.

"listen," the crowd dies down as you begin to speak. "i wanna thank the most amazing friends a girl from hawkins could ever have. lemme call you guys out real quick; steve harrington, robin buckley..." the crowd cheers after every name you mention. "mike and nancy wheeler, will and jonathan byers, dustin henderson, max mayfield, el hopper, lucas and erica sinclair... and most importantly. the man i used to call the love of my life, i wanna thank you for being here." for the first time, eddie saw the first smile you've ever flashed at him since the big breakup.

"eddie munson, thank you for everything. i mean it," your right hand pats your chest, where your heart rests underneath. "and thank you for being the inspiration for this next song. i love you." the giggle at the beginning of the song starts to play. the crowd screams again. because who doesn't recognize that giggle? eddie's smile disappears within a split second.

this song, you wrote it about eddie. it seemed like your entire career was the flower that managed to bloom out of the eroded soil of you and eddie's relationship. you weren't afraid to admit that, but who knows what the press would say if you did.

take a bow, you've got everybody fooled, i got you figured out

you make eye contact with eddie. oh god damn it. if eddie munson was made out of frozen milk, he'd be melted ice cream by now. your stare was sharp as daggers, you could kill the metalhead on the spot.

now you're choking on your words, well, you should spit it out

god, if only he could dig a hole into the ground of this stupid arena, crawl into it and die.

know that i gave you the world and you just gave me hell

your eyes pan back to eddie, giving him that sharp stare again.

and you gave me hell

eddie's just confused now; did you mean it when you said that cursed eight letter term of endearment, or did you just say it because of the irony of the next song you were going to play?

felt like a hundred punches, too many tough pills to stomach

i watched you making it public; lights, camera— fuck it

the song he wrote about you. of course you heard it. steve and robin had sent the mixtape to you in new york. his lyrics were along the lines of you left me, well, that's too bad. i hope i'll never meet another you. god, you hated it. him, the song, the fact that he wrote about you and played it to the drunkards of hawkins as if they could give two fucks. this was your revenge.

you're a showstopper, a bad liar, homie hopper, drama starter...

eddie munson was truly the worst liar. all the times he would lie about hanging out with chrissy cunningham instead of you. oh, he hurt you bad. but you never said anything. what has love turned you into? a non-confrontational asshole, that's what.

that homie hopper line was the worst thing you've ever had to experience. eddie, you and the gang had decided to drunkenly play seven minutes in heaven at steve's birthday party two years ago. shocking enough, the bottle had landed on both eddie and nancy. and i'm sure you know how seven minutes in heaven works. they either stand in the closet awkwardly or do something unforgivably wrong. in this case, eddie had decided it be fun and risky to make out with nancy wheeler.

eddie walked out with nancy's lipstick all over his lips, but it was smeared in such a messy manner to avoid you seeing it. but of course, you saw. jonathan had to walk out of the room when he noticed nancy's lipstick on eddie's neck. you immediately told steve to drive you home the second you realised the lipstick all over his face.

all my friends are fucked, we all got you in common

chrissy cunningham and nancy wheeler. need you say more? you've forgiven the two, though. but eddie? you could never forgive him for that.

you're so fake and everyone should know about it, and all the things i hate about you

"don't look down munson. look at me." you smirk, embarrassing him even more. oh you love when he gets all flustered and ashamed.

all the things i hate about the way you manipulate me, left you with no explanation

every word is true, all the things i hate about you.

++

part two will be coming. like, reshare, reblog and maybe... you'll get part two tomorrow 😌

[bubbledtee]

𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡

Warnings: none, just domestic fluff with Jamie and your daughter,

Summary: Your daughter, Aurora, has her first snow since she was a baby and James and you take her out to play.

Pairing: Death Magnetic!James Hetfield x fem!reader w/ 18-month-old daughter

Word count: 1295

A/N: forgive me if this sucks guys i didn't proofread and I finished it at 12:15 pm last night.

“Go to Daddy, baby! I’ll be right there,” you tell the toddler, gaining a big smile from her before she turns and runs to the front door from the kitchen, the sound of her little nonsensical babbles as she ran down the hallway melting your heart.

“Daddy!” she calls out, making James chuckle as she jumped into his arms as if it was the first time she’d seen him that day.

“Daddy!” she calls out, making James chuckle as she jumped into his arms as if it was the first time she’d seen him that day.

“Hi, baby.” he hums, soaking in her big bear hug as much as he could as he kisses her cheek. “I love you,” he whispers as he squeezes her for a moment before she leans back from the hug, breaking away from it. James reluctantly lets her go, picking up her shoes from the floor beside him. “Alright, sit down, hun.” he says, to which the toddler listens, plopping down on the floor.

“Shoe!” the toddler exclaims, to which both you and James laugh as you walk into the room.

“That’s right, that is a shoe, sweetie.” James chuckles as he puts the shoe on her foot and buckles the velcro before grabbing the other and repeating the same process with her other foot.

You look out of the window to watch as the snow falls, the ground completely covered in inches of white flurries. “You’re gonna have so much fun out there, Rora!” you tell her as you reach for your own coat and pull it on, your little girl smiling up at you with so much joy that you thought she could just explode.

“You haven’t seen snow since you were itty bitty last year, huh?” James asks the toddler.

“Yeah,” she nods, making you and James smile even harder.

“You understand just about everything mommy and I say now, don’t you?” James chuckles as he slips her hands through her coat.

“Yeah,” Aurora repeats with another nod.

“You’re so smart, sweetheart,” James says, slipping his own coat on before grabbing Aurora’s hat and putting it on her head.

As you slip your coat on and zip it up, you look down at her, “You ready to go play, Rora?” you ask, gaining a little nod from the girl.

“Let’s go then, princess,” James smiles and grabs Aurora’s mitten-covered hand as he opens the door, revealing inches upon inches of snow to her. Immediately, the little girl squeals in pure excitement and allows James to guide her out into the yard, snowflakes falling all around.

You laugh as you trudge behind them, watching as James lets go of her hand and she immediately plops down in the snow. She grabs a clump of the white powder in both of her hands and smiles up at you and James, “Snow!” she exclaims.

“You’re so smart, Rora,” you say as you sit down in the snow with her, James groaning as he sits too. You lean against him, attempting to absorb his warmth in the freezing temperature of your surroundings.

James looks down at you with a loving grin, his eyes soft. “Have I ever thanked you for giving me such a perfect daughter?” he asks, making you giggle slightly.

“A time or two, maybe,” you respond sarcastically, “Have I ever thanked you for being such a perfect dad to her?”

James chuckles before responding, “A time or two, maybe,”

He bows his head down, planting a few kisses on your lips as you bring your hand up to the back of his head. The kisses linger as you gently run your fingers through his hair, his beard scratching slightly at your face until you were suddenly interrupted.

“Daddy!” Aurora exclaims, standing up and running over just to plop right between you two.

You giggle as James speaks to her, “Oh, do you need love too, Rora?” he asks, wrapping her into a hug and peppering her face with kisses. The bubbly giggles that erupted from the little girls chest were enough to melt a frozen heart, her tiny voice echoing through the air while James’s beard scratches her face.

“Daddy! No!” she hiccups out between laughs as she attempts to weakly push him away, her body wriggling in his grip.

“But I thought you wanted love, sweetheart!” he chuckles before planting more kisses to her cheeks and forehead. The girl shrieks as she somehow wriggles from his grip and lands in the snow before climbing to her feet and darting into your arms.

The girl giggles as she hides from James within your arms, “Is Mommy protecting you now?” he asks with a hearty chuckle, watching as the girl hides her face against your chest with a little laugh. “You’re silly, baby.” he says before laying on his back in the snow with a firm grunt, “Guess I’ll just have to make a snow angel all alone then,” James sighs, his sarcasm making you laugh as you adjust your hold on Aurora.

“You’re not gonna make a snow angel with Daddy?” you ask the toddler, brushing a melted snowflake from her rosey cheek. She peeks over at him as snow falls onto his face, the flakes sticking in his beard and melting on his skin.

You set the girl down again, her curiosity obviously piqued as to why James was laying on the ground. She waddles over to where James’s head lays, and crouches down to observe him for a moment before deciding to lay down, too. 

“Now move your arms and legs, princess.” James instructs as he demonstrates the action. It doesn’t take long for the girl to pick up on it as she begins moving her arms and legs too, forming her own snow angel beside James. “Good job, baby! So smart,” James praises as he watches her.

“Mommy!” Aurora exclaims, trying her hardest to tell you it was your turn with the limited vocabulary she had.

“Alright, alright.” you laugh before laying on your back and repeating the process the other two had just done, making a snow angel of your own. As James stands, he picks Aurora up, being careful not to ruin the creation either him or she had made.

“Look at how tiny yours is, sweetpea.” James coos to Aurora as he stands back and observes the family art piece. “But mine’s not quite right is it, hun?” he asks the girl, setting her down on her feet as you stand.

“What’s wrong with it?” you ask as you brush the snow from your pants and move to pick Aurora back up, her head almost immediately leaning on your shoulder in exhaustion as you rest her on your hip.

James doesn’t answer you as he draws a halo around the tops of both yours and Aurora’s angel’s heads, only to draw a pair of devil horns on his own.

“Much better,” the man chuckles, making you giggle as you stand back and observe with him, your hand gently rubbing at Aurora’s back in a soothing motion. “A devil and his two beautiful angels.” he murmurs as he looks down at you, sending a red flush across your already-pink cheeks.

“Oh, shut up, James…” you laugh before he leans down and presses a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Never,” he chuckles softly before planting another kiss on the top of Aurora’s head. “‘Cause then I couldn’t tell either of you ‘I love you’,” he nearly whispers. His hand rubs a small circle into Aurora’s back as he speaks up louder again, “Alright, let’s go get you somethin’ to eat and then a nap then, munchkin.” he says as you start walking back toward the house together. “Maybe we can all nap together, how’s that sound?”

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Screaming crying throwing up screaming crying throwing up SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

[metalcowgirl]

thinking about cowboy james…

sitting under a tree on the farm you two own, sitting in his lap as he takes a drag from his cigar. feeling the cool breeze on your skin. his little southern accent…oh my god

orrrr riding his thigh, the friction making you more desperate wanting to cum and ride out your high but he won’t let you as he wraps a hand around your neck, calling you his little slutty cowgirl…

[slvtforjaymz]

oh my god

he is so😩😩😩

[in-hav3n]

 𝓕𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 ?

The sun was already peeking through the curtains when a snore and a light cough roused you from your deep sleep. Still asleep, you blinked several times, taking your time to adjust to the brightness and emerge from your dream. One advantage of being a roadie was that you didn't have to get up too early, since the whole team was usually busy until late at night. You laid motionless for a few moments in the warmth of the comforter, staring at the pattern on the curtain in front of you, until you realized you weren't in your room. Where were you?

You glanced over your shoulder, rubbing your eyes as you searched for clues, until your eyes fell on the sleeping body beside you. A smile stretched across your lips as your mind recalled what had happened last night. You didn't leave this time, accepting to live in the moment, without asking yourself whether it was right or wrong. James wanted you to stay, and just after you'd settled under the covers, his strong arm encircled your hips. You felt that pleasant sensation of having an arm around you to keep you warm and you fell asleep, completely exhausted. You assumed James was too. How could he not be after a two hours gig and a making love session.

A warm sensation invaded you and burned your core, as you blushed at the thought of what you've experienced. It was incredible…You'd only spent a short time together but you shared something quite intimate. Anyone would have thought it's ridiculous to say something special had happened, but that was the feeling you had. James made you feel complete, different. Special even. It was hard to explain.

But now you had to make up your mind ; the night was over and so was this affair. It was time to go back into the real life. 

Your eyes sought out the alarm on the bedside table, the red digits telling you it was past eleven. You still had time to enjoy these last moments and the human warmth you'd been missing. Also more time to wake up, to have a quick breakfast and to pack. The first leg of the European tour was over and the next concert would be in a month's time, giving everyone a bit of a break.

You sighed, thinking it was really the end of a lot of things…yet you still couldn't understand one thing: why had James insisted that you stay with him? It didn't make sense to you, especially since he still hadn't explained. You'd hoped that you'd parted ways without actually having to have this discussion, but he'd decided otherwise. That said, he was a middle-aged man, so did he need to justify himself to you? Certainly not, you thought with a sigh. All you had to do was be grateful for the time you spent with him and move on.

James let out another light snore in his sleep and rolled over onto his left side, facing you. This still left you enough room to turn onto your back and stretch slowly, before moving to your right side, facing him in turn. He looked like he was fast asleep, and his features, usually a little more drawn, seemed more rested. His body moved to the slow, regular rhythm of his breathing. You watched every detail of his face, every wrinkle that made him so special and charming, smiling as you realized this man had chosen to share an intimacy with you, and you felt lucky.

A few minutes later, his leg moved under the comforter, his eyes began to move before opening to stare at you. You smiled at him, hoping he wouldn't find it strange that you were watching him.

“Morning…”, his harsh and deep morning voice breaking the silence. He stretched his arms far above his head, making the comforter move slightly, uncovering your bare shoulder.

“Good morning”, you whispered back with a tired smile and sleepy eyes. 

"I hope I didn't take up too much space during the night. I'm not really used to sharing my bed anymore"

“You didn’t”, you shook your head with a smile, thinking it was funny to hear him saying such a thing. He was so tough and beefy that you'd have felt it. But how you'd have loved to sleep on him, taking him as personal pillow. “I can be pretty invasive in bed myself too”. 

“And you weren't”, he assured you, smiling back. 

There was silence as he, in turn, took the time to wake up. Meanwhile, you remained silent, not daring to disturb him.

And very quickly, your mind began to think, wondering what to do next. He had asked you to stay, but what should you do? Get close to him and snuggle in his arms? You'd love to enjoy that last embrace, but wasn't that a bit over the top, given the nature of your relationship? You preferred to remain silent, waiting for James to make the first move.

"On what time do you have to be at the stadium today?”, James asked, scratching his grey hair.

"Early afternoon", you told him, adjusting the position of your head on the pillow. "We have the clean up the place and put all the boxes into the trucks. But I have to clean up my room and pack up my things before going there. It’s past eleven, I’m not late”.

A new silence settled in. You were still looking for a way to ask her what to think about all this, but it was too early for you to think properly. You were afraid of how he'd react, or that you'd come across as a strange girl making up stories. For his part, James didn't seem in any hurry to give you any more explanations. So you decided to take the easy way out…

"Well...I wouldn't want to disrupt your schedule, I think I should leave now" you said with a slight, embarrassed smile, pushing back the blanket, one leg already off the bed. But James stopped you before you could go any further, grabbing you by the arm. You looked up at him, over your shoulder, before he pulled you to against his chest. His lips settled on yours for a gentle kiss, his hands gripping your forearms, as if he wanted to hold you back and prevent you from leaving.

Butterflies made a party into your belly, a strong feeling of joy and content crossing all your body. But all this was far too dangerous. All these attentions to you made you forget the true nature of your relationship, making you hope for other things. And this wasn't good for you...

When your lips parted, you shared a glance that could mean many things. James was the absolute master of confusion.

“You always seem in a hurry to leave me…Why?”.

You didn't respond immediately, pulling away slowly and looking down at your hands. You didn’t need a mirror to know you were blushing hard. Your cheeks were burning and burned more when James placed his palm on it.

“What’s wrong baby? Tell me”. He encouraged you, his fingertips stroking your cheek in a pure torture way. He wasn't making it any easier

“I just…”, you started, but immediately let out a sigh, looking away again then back down. You felt so stupid that you are avoiding his gaze, staring at your hands.

You sat up on your knees beside him, the comforter around your hips to cover your naked lower body. “It’s hard for me to understand all of this. I mean-...", you sighed, daring to stare at his beautiful blue eyes. "I thought you just wanted to have fun with me and I agree with that. And then…you asked me to come back and here we are". You shrugged, scratching your head as you felt uncomfortable. Damn, you'd have loved to disappear, to hide from his gaze. "I’m just confused. And I know it’s completely silly…”.

James cut you off with a finger on your lips and a warm smile. Even tough his gesture pleased you, it wasn't still what you wanted him to do. You needed him to say it loud, to make you face the truth sooner than later. “I just want you to be honest with me. I'm not delusional and I know I shouldn't expect anything after. I'm not here to beg you for more. I just want you to say it to me...". There, you finally let it out.

James leaned on his elbow, looking up at you with a frown. "And what should I say to you?", he wondered, trying to understand the purpose of this talk.

"Say to me it was fun but now it's time to say goodbye. Say to me you have other things to do and that I should go back to my room and do my job. Why asking me to stay the night with you? I don't understand. It's just so-...confusing".

A huge weight finally left your shoulders as you sighed deep, waiting for what was coming next. Now you felt you were ready to hear it.

“What if I say…", James started, his glance looking around before setting back up on you. "I did have fun but...I want more”.

Speechless and more than surprised by his statement, you stared at him for a moment, completely lost. More? What did that mean?

“At first, I thought it would be nice to have fun, for just one night", he explained, one of his hands taking yours to play with your fingers. "But then, I realized I was maybe ready for something…different. That’s why I asked you to come back last night. I wanted more. I wanted to see what my intentions were…”.

“I still don’t understand-...", you replied, shaking your head in disbelief. "I’m just a normal girl, a roadie. Why wasting your time with a younger girl like me ?"

Gently, James rose to stand over you, the skin of his torso touching yours, making you shiver. You looked into his eyes, your hands resting naturally on his chest as you searched for answers to all the questions running through your mind. He slowly leaned upon you to kiss you tenderly, making you shiver.

"It's not about who you are", James said, looking deep into your eyes after he pulled away. "It's about what you make me feel and...I can't really explain it but... I'm feeling a connection, something that makes me think I should trust".

He let out a slight chuckle when he noticed no reaction coming from you. "Are you okay?".

"Yeah, I just_", you said with a nervous chuckle, your fingertips touching his soft hair chest, circling his tattoos. Your heart was pounding fast, definitely not prepared for this and it was kinda hard to believe his words. Maybe you were dreaming? "It's just that I still can't believe what I heard. I didn't expect such a confession".

"It's the truth though", James gave you a smile, chuckling again, amused by you reaction. "I enjoy spending time with you and...", his hand softly caressed your cheek, "if you agree, I'd like to see you again".

"But what about...my age? The fact we're not living in the same state ? Now tour is over, we're heading back home. Plus, you're famous and I'm just...me. I mean, let's face it. Could it work?".

"We can make it work", he assured you, nodding. "All I care about is what we can do. I don't care about the rest sweetheart..."

Master of confusion was striking again. James seemed so sure about it, about everything while you were still questioning yourself, your mind slowly realizing he confessed his desire to be with you. But was it a good idea? How could you be sure he was honest with you?

"I'm going back to Colorado tonight. Maybe you can meet me there? We could spend some time together, getting to know each other...even if I think we have skipped the intimate part yet", his joke made you chuckled. You looked deep into his eyes, chewing your lips. Your heart was telling you he was sincere, your soul was more than enthusiastic about the idea but it was so unexpected...

You decided to follow him again yesterday and it had been magical. Why wouldn't it be if you stay with him? Would it be enough to make you forget all your fears?

"Alright, I'll meet you there but I don't want people to know. I want this to be only you and me".

"Don't worry about it. Only you and me...", he promised, as he leaned upon you again, a big smile on his lips. His face came closer until he pulled you for a tender kiss. You replied with the same passion, your arms encircling his neck. You abandoned yourself to him, ready to experience something else with this man that was making your heart jump of joy and was making you feel so special. You just hoped you made the right decision...

A/N : So sorry for the delay, I struggled a little with this part! I wanted something cute and special, not too cliché and I hope I did something interesting. Stay tuned, next parts are coming. Thanks for your support, love you all ❣️

[w0niecult]

taking this pic with yours and death magnetic era!james’s baby :(

— mini me ☆彡

soft baby coos fill the room as you both gaze down at your sweet daughter.

Her chubby little fingers peeking out from her blanket, sleepy eyes threatening to fall shut at any moment now.

“She’s incredible,” he whispers.

He leans down to pepper her face with tiny kisses, your little girl rewarding him with an adorable gummy smile.

“She looks like you,” you hum, looking up at him with nothing but love in your eyes.

“Are you kidding? she’s your little mini-me!” James laughs.

Your daughter let out a loud huff, seemingly offended by her dad’s remarks.

“Oh well, excuse me, little lady,” you retaliate playfully.

“See? She has your sass, 100% you right there,” he adds.

You lovingly caress her little hand with your finger, softly gasping when she grabs it with her impressive baby strength.

“James, James, go take a picture, quick!” You whisper.

james pulls his phone out, his hand holding her smaller one, and snaps a quick photo of the adorable scene in front of him.

he moves towards you and softly kisses your forehead, “thank you for giving me our beautiful daughter.”

[nyoomzz]

Thanks for answering my ask about why I suddenly love BL and GL more than het romance....I'm grateful to know that there is someone who also knew how I feel....

Do you mind if I ask your top 5 (or top 7) favorite BL and your top 3 (or top 5) favorite GL? And why do you love them? Sorry if you already answered them....Thanks again....

hiii no problem! sorry this took a while to answer im always bad at choosing top picks so this time i just went with my favorites that i consider still haven't seen talked about that much :D

(the titles with a star next to it are mature themes and/or has nsfw scenes, please don't read them if you're still below 18 years old)

yuri:

- *tsukiatte agete mo ii ka na (how do we relationship): i love how simply candid and honest it is at portraying messy relationships between not-quite-adults doing their best to grow. i really enjoy where the story is going because it's something you rarely see in manga!

- ohana holoholo: i wish there's more family-themed gl but im always happy we have this! it's painfully sincere and i love how we dive in into their lifes and see how they're involved with the bigger cast of characters

- shoujo manga protagonist x rival-san: a bit more of a lighthearted comedy, taking the standard trope of shoujo protagonist vs the love rival and putting a silly sapphic spin on it which is something that i absolutely need. its cute moments really shine through!

- yuri de naru ❤️ espoir (yuri espoir): my beloved that i can never shut up about. the cute artstyle takes you in a fun spin on meta commentary of yuri tropes only to slowly reveal that things might not be as sweet and happy as it seems... no one is doing it like them

- yuri to koe to kazo matoi: revolving around the feelings of women finding their place in the world, chasing for what they truly want. this is a bit of a spoiler but it centers around characters in the aromantic and asexual spectrum which makes it even more special to me!

bl:

- *iki dekinai no wa kimi no sei (breathless momentum): i love everything from the premise to how they grow to care about each other, it's hilarious and cute and their dynamic will always remain one of my favorites ever

- *tabun kore kara ai no hibi: the main theme about the joy and pain of creating just resonates so hard, the main characters' struggle portrays it very well and seeing the growth really made me happy!

- tonari ni: natsume ono's paneling and writing is just so special, there's this somber quality to it that absolutely draws me in. it complements very well the quiet yearning in the story

- *tenjite koi to iki: tbh this is just an excuse to talk about hayane dento's works, i always have a hard time choosing a favorite because they all have such great writing! i think about this one the most because of how melancholic it was paired with their beautiful storytelling

- boku no papa to papa no hanashi: ive read a lot of family-themed bl but this will always take the cake! the love this little family have for each other and how they grow together will always get to me

- *link and ring: just an absolutely loving relationship, you can see how much the main couple cares for each other it's just so sweet to read!

- achira kochira bokura: more slice of life than bl really and that's why it's so dear to me, it's a very natural depiction of two boys with opposite natures slowly being part of each other's lives. there's a sequel too!