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one day I am gonna grow wings 🪽

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faded ink

the reader appreciates James' tattoos and he decides to tease her about it and have some fun with her

warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, female reader, age-gap (current James x reader in her 20s), unprotected sex (do better guys), oral sex (F and M receiving), choking kink, dirty talk, creampie, a little bit of fluff at the end cause I just can't help it

It's my first time posting a fan fiction, english is not my first language so excuse me if the writing is crappy!

If anyone has some tips I would definitely appreciate them, also if I missed any warnings let me know, otherwise enjoy!

also, can you tell how much I love the whole 'Papa Het' thing?🫠

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You've always had a thing for the tattoos that littered James' body, but you've always been too embarrassed to ask him to sit down with you and just show each one of them to you.

You just didn't want to seem weird or creepy, or something like that.

It didn't take long, though, for him to notice how you always stared in awe at them every time you could.

Actually, after a while, it became impossible to ignore how flustered you got when he placed his tatted hand on your thigh while he was driving, or when you saw how the muscles in his arms flexed under his tattoos while he played guitar.

You were sitting on his lap, facing him, with your arms around his neck, when you just blurted out "Your tattoos are so pretty"

He chuckled and decided it was finally time for him to have some fun with you.

"That's why you always stare at me like that?"

He softly drew circles with his fingertips on your clothed back.

"Yeah" you looked up at him with eyes full of stars, lightly tugging at the hem of his t-shirt "Can I see them all?"

He smirked at you

"Of course, sweetheart"

You helped him take off his black t-shirt and threw it somewhere behind you.

You caressed his skin, feeling the soft white hair that covered his chest.

You began tracing with your finger the lines of ink that were slightly faded by the passage of time.

"Some of these are older than you"

You looked up at him as he stared at you with his icy eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust.

The tension in the air became unbearable, and you just gave in.

You clashed your lips on his, feeling his mustache and the stubble on his cheeks tickling your skin.

His hands moved to your hips and encouraged you to grind on his growing hardness.

He let out a low growl, as his right hand landed hard on your ass.

You gasped a little and threw your head back, and he took it as an opportunity to attack your neck with his lips, leaving open-mouthed kisses and sucking on the sensitive skin.

You knew he was going to leave some marks, and usually, you would try to stop him, but you didn't care about anything in that moment.

You just needed him.

He sneaked his hands under your shirt and urged you to take it off.

You got up and shimmied out of your shorts, and kicked them away, leaving yourself only in your bra and panties.

You kneeled in front of him and began unbuckling his 'PAPA HET' belt and unzipping his pants.

He lowered his underwear just enough to let his hard cock spring free.

The tip was red and already leaking precum, as he slowly stroked his length with his hand.

You looked up at him as you replaced his hand with yours, and licked a long stripe up his shaft, leaving a kiss on his tip.

He let out a long groan, as his head fell back on the back of the couch, and one of his hands found its way into your hair.

You began taking him in your mouth, setting a slow pace and bobbing your head up and down.

His groans got louder, and he began taking control by pushing you further down his cock.

You felt him twitching inside your throat as he heard you slightly gagging around him.

He let go of your head and let you take a few breaths, then you went back down on him, focusing on swirling your tongue around his sensitive tip.

After a while, he let out a deep moan, while he shot load after load of his white cum into your throat.

You let his cock out with a 'pop' and swallowed everything, showing your empty mouth to him after.

He grinned at you and stroked your chin gently but firmly

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you?"

After helping you get up, he got rid of your bra and panties and pushed you down on the couch,

He settled between your legs, holding your thighs open with his strong arms, while softly dragging his lips on them and leaving sweet kisses.

When he got to your pussy, he spread your wet folds with his fingers.

"You're so wet for me, darling"

He licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit, making you gasp from the sudden contact.

He began working on your clit, alternating between quick flicks of his tongue and sucking on it.

He completely made out with your pussy, eating you out as if it was his last day on earth.

You let out soft moans and whimpers, which only urged him to keep going.

Your hands moved down to his hair and tugged firmly at his silver locks.

He groaned on your pussy, and slowly inserted a finger inside of you, making your back arch at the sudden intrusion.

He soon followed with a second finger, working them deep inside of you.

Just as you felt yourself getting closer to your high, he interrupted his attack with his mouth

"You said you liked my tattoos?"

You raised your head to look at him in confusion.

"Yeah..."

He smirked at you

"The ones on my fingers look even better while they're buried in your pussy"

You moaned at his dirty talking, as he let out a soft laugh and went back to licking and sucking your clit.

You felt yourself getting close to your climax again, as he hit your g-spot with every thrust of his fingers inside of you.

Your orgasm rushed over you like a wave, while you moaned softly and your back arched.

He lapped up all of your juices and slowed his movements to a halt.

You let out a few shaky breaths and looked down at him to see him crawling over to you.

After spitting on his hand, he gripped the base of his cock —which already got hard again— and gave it a few strokes.

He hovered over you and kissed your cheek softly, lining himself up with your entrance.

He slowly pushed himself inside, stretching you out inch by inch.

You hooked your arms around his neck and tugged at the hair on the back of his head, whimpering under him.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, letting out low-pitched moans and breathing in your smell.

After giving you a moment to adjust to his size, he began moving, and you whimpered with every slow drag of his cock against your warm walls.

He let out a shaky breath on your skin

"You're so fucking tight around me" he whispered in your ear "You have no idea how hard it is for me to hold back from fucking you raw on this couch"

You scratched his back with your nails, as you felt your pussy clench around him.

"Then don't, please" you stroked his cheeks with your hand and locked your eyes with his "please, James, I need you"

He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a low groan.

He picked up a fast pace, moving with hard and calculated thrusts.

You moaned and scratched his back hard, probably drawing some blood, but it drove him crazy and encouraged him to go even faster.

The growls he let out were primal, he clinged to your body and tried to hold you as close to him as humanly possible.

He latched his lips onto one of your nipples, and massaged your other breast with one of his big hands, making your back arch and getting you closer once again to your high.

He moved his hand to your neck and squeezed lightly on it, slowly cutting off your breath supply.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you clenched down even harder on him, as he looked at his hand with the 'PAPA HET' tattoo covering your neck completely, with a smug grin on his face.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, as well as your desperate moans and his low groans.

He loosened his hold on your neck, his thrusts getting frantic and sloppy as his orgasm got closer.

He moved one of his hands down to where your bodies met and started circling your clit with his thumb, as you cried out.

"You're such a mess for Papa Het, uh? Come for me baby, just let yourself go"

You let out a high-pitched moan as your orgasm washed over you and as your pussy clenched around his cock.

He gave one final thrust and collapsed on your body while he coated your walls with his seed.

After catching your breaths and riding out your highs, he slowly pulled out of you and layed beside you with an arm around your neck.

"You didn't tell me their meaning, though."

He looked at you, confused.

"The tattoos" you punctuated "I wanna know what's the meaning behind all of them"

He laughed and shook his head

"Alright, it's gonna take a while..."

You could've listened to him talking about his stories and his memories forever.

And while he told you everything there was to know about his tattoos, he secretly admired you and felt insanely grateful for having someone who loved him so much by his side.

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Some Metallica rizz for you freaks out there

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the prettiest boy ♡

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typical girlhood 🩰

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DENNY MY BELOVED 😭💔

credits to @nicolegrogan on tiktok :)

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fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this

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the insane experience of missing a fictional character . like you can always go back and reread the book , replay the game , rewatch the show or movie , you can always go back & see them , but you can never experience them & their story for the first time again . its absurd to miss them because they'll always be there , but you'll miss when there were still new things for them to say .

for a small time they were real & growing and changing and you hung onto every new word, but now all they can do is repeat the same story forever&ever & they're not real anymore because you know everything they're going to do. & you miss them. its fucked man...

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"he would not fucking say that" but you ever be looking at fanart and suddenly its "he would not fucking have abs"

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me and my moots <3

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We deserve this.