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Is having a relationship like theirs just too much to ask😭

I genuinely love Nicole and Jason as a couple, they just look so sweet and happy together and I love it

Photo found on Nicole’s Instagram

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Yall I think I finally found a theme I like for this😭

Only took me about 80 different ones to find one

Cannot remember for the life of me where I found this picture

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Not sure if this is new or I just haven’t seen it yet…but may or may not have been a happy girl finding this today when Lee posted lol. I love all his photos, but specifically the ones with James, he always just gets AMAZING shots of James and I love them sm.

The vibe he has, the look in his eyes, just him overall. Like-PARDON

Photo from Lee Jeffries instagram

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You’re like the best writer of smut here ☺️☺️☺️

Please I’m begging 90s James (can be any era) taking reader’s virginity? But he didn’t know she’s innocent and she thinks after all the groupies he fucked he’d be disappointed in her? But he’s actually super turned on, cause no one touched her and now he gets to ruin her??? So I guess corruption kink, purity kink, dirty talk, size kink (he’s big, we all know that)???

A/n: I've had this conversation with a friend a few times, my idea is that -going off of the picture of James on the record, we all know the one- he's roughly 5-7 inches (8 being a generous amount) because he's holding himself in his hand and there's still some poking out, plus he looks flaccid SO by my calculations I've come up with said lengths, let me know if you want to hear more of my thoughts on sixty year old mens dicks🫠

Warnings: Smut, size kink, dirty talk, fingering (f receiving), idk about corruption and purity kinks but I tried lol, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You straddled his lap, arms around his neck with your fingers laced in his hair. James's arms were around you, holding you close while he attacked your lips with your own, his tongue exploring your mouth.

You'd been dating for two months, getting closer to three, and you still hadn't told him he would be your first. You'd gone on a few dates, some highschool romances but those didn't mean anything really.

You were quiet and kept to yourself, you didn't go out, you didn't get dates, how you managed to get him was beyond you but here you were, in his bed, in his lap, in his arms with his hard on pressed firmly against your ass.

Honestly, you didn't think you'd make it this far with him. James was a rocker, the lead singer of a big band, he'd been with so many women it was hard to believe that he went cold turkey just because he met you.

"Sweetheart," he spoke, getting your attention, "what's wrong?" He asked, bringing a hand up to your face and thumbing your cheek in a soothing motion.

"What's wrong..?" You repeated softly, letting him move your face further away so he could look at you. "Nothing's wrong, why?"

"You were thinking about something." He said with a warm smile. "You stopped kissing me."

You gave a small nod, understanding why he was stopping now. "Right, sorry." You leaned closer to kiss him again but you only got a quick peck before he pushed you away again.

"What were you thinking about, sweetheart?" He asked, eyes flicking down to your red lips.

"Nothing." You assured.

James rolled his eyes. "It's not nothing, tell me." He said sternly, looking you in the eye. You chewed your cheek, he knew just what eyes to give to make your knees weak.

"I'm sorry." You finally said. "I know you're used to a lot of women, you're used to groupies, and I'm not them and I don't think it'll be good enough but I want to try, I just literally don't know how..?" You explained.

James blinked at you, expression blank. "Sweetheart, I mean this politely, what the fuck do you mean?" He couldn't hold back a small chuckle. "Are-are you saying you're scared you're not good enough at sex for me?"

Your mouth opened before the words came out. "Well, yeah but that's not exactly what I meant." You mumbled. "I mean... I-I might be lacking in the, um, sex...ual... intimacy? With, you know... others?"

James inhaled deeply, he gave a nod and rested his forehead on your shoulder. "Sweetheart, are you trying -and failing miserably, might I add- that you're a virgin?" You huffed at his comment but you had to nod.

"Yes." You mumbled, fingers curling in his hair to scratch his scalp. He gave a small hum and pulled away from you again, planting a soft kiss on your cheek as he did.

"Right, and I'd be upset because?" You thought for a while but whatever train of thought you were on was cutoff when you felt him twitching against your ass. "Sweetheart, we can take it slow, you just gotta talk to me."

You inhaled deeply, nodding along as he spoke. "Jamie," you started, "I-I want you to take me... my virginity..." Your voice fell to a mumble, embarrassed at actually saying it out loud, so bluntly as well. Straight to his face.

James smiled up at you. "Alright then." He said, hand going to undo your shorts.

Your face flushed as he did so. "What-what are you doing?" You asked, slight panic slipping into your voice.

"Don't worry, I told you we can take it slow." He assured, closing the gap between you for a moment as he helped you out of your shorts. "But that means I have to get you ready for me, sweetheart, it's not gonna be easy fitting me into you if you're not ready." While it made sense you didn't want to think too much about it.

James continued to pepper your face with kisses as he pushed your panties to the side. He ran a finger through your folds, giving a small hum of approval at how wet you were already. He pushed a finger into you, enjoying the soft gasp that left you when he did.

"Tell me, sweetheart, and be honest." He spoke. "You have touched yourself before, haven't you?" He asked, combing his free hand through your hair.

You hesitated before answering, cheeks already dusted a candy red colour. "Um, I-I have toys..." You mumbled, unable to look him in the eyes as you said it.

James's smile widened. "You do, do you?" He asked. "And when you use them, you think of me don't you?" He questioned further, started to pump his finger in and out of you.

Your breaths grew heavy, eyelids fluttering as his finger moved. "I think of you, Jamie." You said, but it wasn't enough, you were already going this far, you had more to get off your chest. "I-I think of you on top of me, I think of the faces you make and I think of what you sound like... I think of you naked, I think of-of what you'd look like with my-my hand around you... your cock... I think about what it-it looks like when you cum." Once you started you couldn't stop, all the filthy things you'd been thinking about coming out like dirty commandments.

James listened in slight shock, he hadn't known you to be so needy. "Filthy slut." He said with a smile, adding a second digit. "Keep talking." He urged. "I want to hear what else you think of when you're getting yourself off."

The addition of another finger made you whine but he slowed down to let you get used to the stretch. You swallowed thickly and nodded, mentally preparing yourself to continue.

You closed your eyes, letting his fingers resume the same motion, in and out, slow and curling to find what made you tick. "I think ah-about riding you, my-my hands on your chest while you tell me wh-ah- what to do, how-how good I'm doing."

"What kind of toys do you have, sweetheart?" He asked, pulling you from your thoughts. You bit your lip, he wasn't even supposed to know you touched yourself, now he was supposed to know what you're using to do it with? "C'mon, I won't judge." He said, kissing the tip of your nose as his fingers curled in you, making your eyes roll and he knew to hit that spot again.

"They-they're vibrators."

"They?" He repeated. "As in multiple?" Your eyes widened as the realization of what you'd admitted to. "Naughty girl." He curled his fingers again, bringing you closer to your already nearing release.

James added another finger, moving his hand faster now as he scissored your hole in an attempt to prep you for his cock. "When you're alone in bed with your toys, that's how you do it, isn't it?" He asked for confirmation.

You gave it willingly, nodding your head as more moans started falling from your lips.

"You're thinking about me." He continued. "What kind of vibrators?" He asked again. "You've never had anything inside you, sweetheart, right? I'll be the first?" You nodded, his fingers making it hard to focus on anything else. He chuckled as he saw how close you were. "That's it, that's my good girl, cum on my fingers."

Your gut tightened before bursting, your eyes rolled back. Your hands resting on his shoulder clutched his shirt in your fists as you came, a string of curses leaving you.

James groaned lowly at the sight, his fingers still moving in you and letting you ride out your high on them.

As you came down from it, though, he let you melt into him, slowly and carefully shifting you to lay on your back on the mattress. Your head fell back onto his pillow, his scent filling your nose, completely taking you over.

James hovered over you a moment, propping himself between your legs and holding himself up with his hands firmly planted on either side of your head. "Is this what you fantasize about, sweetheart?" You could only nod and let him undress you before following shortly after.

"I'll go slow, so just relax." He said, brushing some of your hair out of your face. "And if, for any reason, you want to stop, tell me. I want to know- I need to know if you're uncomfortable with anything for whatever reason, am I understood?" He asked firmly, cupping your cheek in the palm of his hand.

You nodded, staring right back at him as he used his other hand to line himself up with your cunt before pushing in. He did just what he said he would, moving slowly.

He stopped to pepper kisses all over your face and tell you how good you were doing. "That feels good, doesn't it? Feels good when I stretch you out like this." You nodded, arms wrapped around him, hands splayed out on his back.

"You-you're so big." You mumbled, looking down at him in hopes of catching a glimpse of where you both connected. Only, what you saw was a few more inches still needing to be pushed in.

James let out hearty laugh when he saw your eyes widen. "Only halfway, sweetheart, you'll know when I'm balls deep, don't worry."

You slowly relaxed back into the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, mind full. "You're gonna tear me in two." You muttered to no one in particular, James was the only one there to hear and it made him laugh.

"Damn right I am." He agreed. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, sweetheart, no ones gonna stretch you out like this, no ones gonna make you theirs." His eyes flickered over your face, taking in your expression of wide eyes and the small pout on your lips. "No one else gets to be your first."

In a quick motion he pushed the rest of himself into you, burying his cock deep in your cunt. Your eyes rolled back, hands clawing at his back and making him groan. He looked down, grin only getting bigger as he saw the bulge he made in your stomach.

"No one else gets to do that." He purred, reaching a hand down to press on your stomach. A whine left you as he did, your legs tried to close but he was in the way. "Not so fast, sweetheart, we haven't even gotten started yet."

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James in his Skiing outfit is just something I find adorable for some reason

Something about it just makes me wanna genuinely get a hug from him more than I already want too lol

Photo found on Adriana’s instagram

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dawn

summary: reader isn’t feeling too great about her body

pairing: corey taylor x female reader

warnings: mentions of mental illness (scars, hospitalisation, suicide attempt, depression, medication, body image issues), super-ultra mushy gooey comfort

word count: 1584 words

a/n: a kind anon requested this, and i thought that the concept fit well with two other fics i wrote (i had originally planned to make it smutty, but it didn't really fit with the way i was writing it)

It had been ten months since that horrible night. Ten long months. They both knew that recovery was going to be a long and tedious process, but their respective careers seemed to make it even longer and even more tedious.

For Corey, leaving her in the hospital when he had to go away for work was the worst part. He knew she wasn’t going to be alone on the psych ward, since there were plenty of medical professionals and other patients there too, but he knew her inside and out and he knew that she would isolate herself. The day he’d left her there he’d promised to call her every single day and he’d fulfilled that promise, but it didn’t stop him from worrying.

But for her, just being there in the first place was like going through hell all over again.

If she wasn’t completely numb from the medication she had to take, she was on edge from being watched all the time. She felt like she was being judged constantly for what she’d put him through and that she didn’t deserve him. And no matter how many times her therapist told her that that wasn’t the case and she needed to stop thinking like that, it continued to bother her.

Things got easier once she was home, but not much better.

For the first month, she found herself glued to Corey’s side since he was terrified of leaving her alone for longer than five minutes. And thanks to his eternally busy schedule, she had to accompany him everywhere he went.

Everyone knew what had happened and as much as he assured her that nobody was judging her, she could still feel their eyes on her. She didn’t want to be seen as the crazy dead weight following him around everywhere, or the poor little thing that needed to be looked after. She just wanted people to leave her alone; the way they all looked at her made her want to rip her skin off. Or just find the nearest sharp thing and slash at herself until they stopped.

Months and months of therapy followed until she was mostly back to her regular self. She was talking more often and getting more comfortable with being alone or being touched, she felt less like people were looking at her and judging her all the time, but she still had one thing that she just couldn’t let go of.

She didn’t want him to see her scars.

Corey had his own scars, both physical and emotional, but he got those long before she was ever in his life and she didn’t feel responsible for them. She could only cover herself in baggy clothes and long sleeves for so long before breaking down again.

And she could only reject his advances so many times.

She’d managed to bury her thoughts about her body for a while, making sure to cover her arms and avoid mirrors whenever she could. She knew that she still didn’t look well, but catching a glimpse of herself would just make her feel worse about herself.

It was early in the morning when she stepped out of the shower, the sun just starting to rise outside. The warm air in the bathroom caressed her clean skin as she dried off with a fluffy white towel, the various scents of shower gel and laundry detergent drifting up to her nose. Both she and Corey had a busy day ahead of them so she got up earlier than she normally would to shower. 

After moisturising and putting her robe on, she went back into the bedroom to get dressed, the difference in temperature making her shiver. She’d picked out her outfit for the day earlier and laid it out on the bed ready for her. 

She’d just shrugged the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor when she’d noticed her reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room. Just the sight of her naked body made her freeze. Her brain was screaming at her to stop looking and keep getting dressed but she couldn’t tear her eyes away.

She hated what she saw.

Her skin was sallow and tired, as if she hadn’t seen the sun or slept in years. Dark shadows circled her eyes and made them look sunken into her skull, her hair was dry and dull, and she’d lost a noticeable amount of weight. She’d never really been that confident with her body but seeing herself like that was a shock.

But worst of all were the scars. Those awful, ugly scars.

Images of that night flashed in the front of her mind: sitting on the bathroom floor in the dark, taking all of her pills so she’d feel numb, slashing at her arms with a box cutter until there was nothing but blood. Waking up in the hospital, her throat raw. Seeing Corey cry.

She turned away from the mirror and grabbed her robe from the floor before shoving her arms into it and throwing herself onto the bed. Her vision blurred as tears pricked her eyes and she curled into a ball, her arms near her face. She hated how her skin looked now: small lines were scattered around her forearms, but the worst were her wrists where she’d made deeper cuts. Thicker, darker scars stood out on the thin skin, reminding her of what she’d done. What she’d put him through.

Angrily, she yanked her sleeves up over her hands and buried her face into the sheets, letting her tears fall and soak the fabric beneath her. All thoughts of the day ahead were completely gone, replaced with self-loathing and guilt. She didn’t want anyone to see her this way, she didn’t want to face anyone who could see just how guilty she was.

She didn’t know how long she’d been lying there when the door clicked open. The mattress sank next to her as Corey sat down and she briefly turned her head to look at him. He looked so worried that it broke her heart all over again, more tears threatening to spill down her face.

��Hey,” he said softly as he stroked a lock of her hair out of her face. “What’s wrong?”

She opened her mouth to speak, but she could barely get her words out, opting to just shove her hands at him instead.

“What’s wrong with your hands?” he asked, trying to piece together what she wanted to tell him.

“Not my hands, my scars,” she choked out as she pushed her sleeve up just enough to show him. “They’re ugly. I hate them.”

He sighed and took hold of her hands to guide her into his lap.

“I know you don’t like them, but they show that you’re a survivor,” he said softly.

“No they don’t. They’re reminders of what I did to you.”

“You didn’t do anything to me, honey,” he said as he pulled her into a tight hug. 

“I put you through so much shit,” she said into his shoulder, fresh tears ready to fall from her eyes. “I just feel so guilty all the time.”

“You’ll get through it, you’ve just gotta take it one day at a time,” he said before raising her hand to his mouth and kissing her wrist softly.

She cringed slightly at the feeling of his lips on her scars and fought the urge to pull away from him. 

“I know,” she said. “I just feel so ugly. In general.”

He dropped her hands and placed them on her shoulders so that she was sitting upright again.

“Look at me,” he said as he cradled her face with his palms. “You are not ugly. You’re beautiful, scars or not, and just need more time to get well again.”

Another tear rolled down her face and he wiped it away with one of his thumbs.

“It’s just so hard,” she said, her voice watery.

“I know it is, honey, but we’re working through it together,” he said before tenderly kissing her forehead again. “I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

She tilted her head up and captured his lips with hers as she wound her arms around her neck and pulled her closer to him. He eagerly returned her kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly to his chest, as if he was scared of letting her go.

“I love you,” she whispered when they eventually broke apart, their foreheads resting against one another.

“I love you too,” he said as he gently stroked her back. “I just want you to feel better.”

They stayed on the bed for a while longer, lying curled up into each other as the sun steadily rose outside. If it was her choice, she could have stayed in Corey’s arms all day, but the outside world had different plans for them.

“We should get going,” he said when he heard his phone ring in the other room.

“Okay,” she said as she begrudgingly tore herself away from his hold and sat up, suddenly remembering that she was still naked under her robe. “I still need to get dressed.”

“That’s okay, I’ll wait for you downstairs,” he said before giving her one last kiss on her forehead.

Just as she was about to pick up her clothes and start getting dressed, he gingerly touched her wrist.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Baby steps, remember?”

“Baby steps.”

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Explain to me how it’s possible to be so casually attractive

Like, HELLO

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Literally though, so real.

Thank you for all the re-blogs, I feel so special🤣🤭

No problem <3 I love spam reblogging pics, especially of Emily Armstrong :D

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Literally though, she’s gorgeous.

Not me saving that to my camera roll

Thank you very much for so many re-blogs🤣, never felt more special having 50 notifications in my inbox lmfao

Hehe ofc lmao, she’s just way too pretty

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I need to see 2002 James tied up whimpering, begging, sobbing 😊

Warnings: 18+ explicit language, mature themes, sexual content, and depictions of bondage and restraint, power dynamics.

Hope you like it!❤

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Surrounded by Desire

The dim light of the bedroom wrapped around us like a warm, seductive blanket, casting soft shadows across the walls. I looked down at James, his wrists securely restrained to the bed with soft, inviting fabric, and a thrill pulsed through me. He looked utterly divine—completely captive, filled with longing, and exuding raw desire. Every quickened breath he took, laced with excitement, sent heat spiraling through me.

“Y/n…” he breathed, his voice trembling with need. The desperation in his tone stirred something primal within me, igniting a fire that begged to be unleashed. I could see the look in his eyes, an eagerness, a silent invitation to explore every boundary that made my skin flush with anticipation.

“Oh, but where’s the fun in letting you go?” I smirked, relishing the control I had over him. I leaned down, letting my fingers glide over his chest, tracing the hard lines of his body with deliberate slowness. Each caress heightened the tension that swirled between us. “You know you’re all mine tonight. Are you ready to see just how far I can push you?”

His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, his chest rising and falling faster—a clear sign of his eagerness. “Y-Yes,” he admitted, his voice thick with desire, a trust shining in his eyes.

“Good,” I said, my tone low and dripping with sultry promise. Leaning in, I brushed my lips against his ear, letting my breath tease him relentlessly. “Tell me what you want, baby. I want to hear you beg for it.”

“I want you…” he whispered, his breath hitching as I teased him. “Please… I need you. I want you so fucking badly.”

“Want me to do what?” I pressed, trailing my fingers lower, skimming just above the waistband of his boxers, a teasing promise hanging in the air. I could see him squirm, that mixture of urgency and desperation etched on his face as he strained against the bonds, every fiber of his being yearning for release.

“Just… take control. Please… fuck me,” he gasped, his voice strained and filled with need. The sight of him—so obedient, so willing—made my heart race with delight.

“Such a good boy,” I purred, the words escaping my lips like silk. I leaned closer, letting my lips brush against his skin, my breath hot against him. “You look so fucking sexy when you let me take charge of you. How could I possibly resist?”

I slowly pulled down his boxers, exposing his eager length to the cool air. He gasped as I pulled them away, reveling in the way my teasing made him squirm beneath me.

Then, I positioned myself above him, straddling his hips. I locked my gaze on his, a wicked smile on my lips. “You ready for this?” I asked, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“Yes! Please, Y/n, please… I need you!” His eyes were wide, filled with that raw need that drove me wild.

I lowered myself down slowly, feeling him stretch me as I sank onto him. A moan escaped my lips, blending with his sharp gasp as I filled myself with him completely. The sensation sent waves of pleasure radiating through my entire body. “So fucking good,” I breathed, relishing the moment, the stretch, and the heat between us.

“Damn, you feel incredible,” he groaned, thrusting his hips upward eagerly, searching for more as his hand tangled in my hair.

With a wicked smile, I tightened around him, savoring the friction. “You like that, don’t you?” I teased, lifting myself slightly before sliding back down, relishing how he filled me completely. “You’re going to feel even better.”

I teased him relentlessly, using my hips to roll and grind against him, every movement pushing us both closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“Y/n, please… don’t tease like this,” he begged, desperation lacing his voice. “I need more! I can’t take it!”

“More? You want more?” I taunted, turning the heat between us into molten desire. My eyes sparkled with mischief as I began to pick up the pace, riding him harder, the sound of our bodies joining, filling the room. “Then show me how badly you want it.”

“Fuck! Yes! Just like that!” he cried out, eyes dark with lust. “Don’t stop! I want you to ride me harder!”

I leaned forward, pressing my body against his as I continued to ride him, capturing every inch of pleasure coursing through us. I could feel the heat of his body beneath me and hear the desperate rhythm of his breath matching the tempo of my movements.

“You’re doing so well for me,” I whispered in his ear, letting my lips brush against his skin. “I want to feel you come for me, James. Can you do that? Can you give it to me?”

“Y/N, I’m so close!” he gasped, the urgency tinging his voice as I felt him tense beneath me. Every pulse of his body spoke volumes of the pleasure he was teetering on.

“Then let go. Give in to me,” I urged, my voice sultry and commanding. “I want to see you fall apart, scream for me when you do.”

With one last thrust, I pushed him over the edge, his body shaking violently as pleasure rushed through him, sending him soaring into ecstasy. “Y/N!” he shouted, his voice a beautiful symphony of pure pleasure, the sound sending waves of heat rolling through me.

I was entranced as I watched him unravel, the power of the moment coursing through me. As I tightened around him, the sensation propelled me into my own release, and I lost myself in the overwhelming bliss of it all.

As the waves of pleasure finally subsided, I collapsed onto his chest, both of us panting, hearts racing in tandem. The room was filled with the sound of our breaths and the stillness that settled over us. I smiled, brushing my fingers through his hair, feeling the warmth of him beneath me, still connected.

After a few moments of stillness, I looked into his eyes, filled with satisfaction and love. “You did amazing,” I whispered, my voice thick with affection. “You were incredible, James.”

With a soft smile playing on my lips, I grabbed the soft restraints binding his wrists and carefully began to untie him, loosening the fabric that had held him captive. “Now you’re free,” I said playfully, my fingers grazing his skin, igniting a gentle thrill.

He smiled back, eyes twinkling with a mix of affection and slight mischief. “Free for what?”

“Free to come here,” I teased, wiggling my fingers to indicate my lap, as I repositioned myself beside him on the bed. “I might have another way to reward you for being such a good boy tonight.”

He chuckled softly, pulling me close as I settled beside him, safe in the warmth of our shared moment. As I nestled against his side, I felt a mixture of intimacy and excitement swirling in the air between us, knowing this was just the beginning of many adventures we would share together.

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Sometimes you just gotta call a grown man adorable, like now, this is just absolutely adorable

Lowkey need his hair routine from the 80s…would love to have hair like this…

Photo found on Pinterest

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Pretty girl<3

Photos found on Pinterest

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Imagine,

James is coming home from the recording studio, after spending the whole day writing dirty things to you on the phone. He called you before getting in the car: "I'm coming home baby.. put on those panties you told me about earlier in the text, I want to bite them off."

You hear the sound of the keys in the lock, a shiver runs down your spine, you almost feel dizzy with excitement. The door opens slowly, your heartbeat accelerates, you hear his heavy footsteps approaching you. James get closer to the couch without saying a word, he finds you semi-reclining, naked with those white lace panties while reading a book. Your eyes move away from the book to rest on him who towers above you, penetrating you with his gaze.

“How was your day babe?” He asks you, leaning towards you and stretching out his hand on your breast, starting to palpate it slowly, then more and more intensely, continuing to look into your eyes.

"Mmmh I've been pretty busy answering some messages, the guy was... he was pretty insistent and.. ambiguous"  as you speak James moves his hand down, slowly brushing your warm and needy skin. "Yeah? And what did he want? Did he have any special requests?" He tells you in a low tone, punctuated by deep breaths.

"Very explicit requests...mh..." you narrow your eyes as James' hand slides under the lace of your panties. Your sentence remains suspended halfway as you feel the heat of his hand making its way between your legs. His fingers gently brush your clit in slow, circular motions. Your breathing accelerates, you open your eyes and see James looking at you with his mouth slightly open, increasing the pressure on your clit and then moving down towards your now wet folds, making you lose your mind. He inserts the first finger and you arch your back, letting out a small moan at the sensation, squeezing his forearm, "you look so beautiful fucked up like this" he tells you, sighing, slowly inserting the second finger all the way in, also letting out a low growl.

Soon you find yourself with your legs on his shoulders and his mouth on your pussy intent on devouring you like a starving man. You're so excited to see him on his knees in front of you that your brain can no longer think correctly.

Your eyes roll back every time his tongue stimulates the most sensitive spot of your clit with precise and deep strokes. His mouth explores every part of you, tongue popping in and out of your slit, his teeth occasionally bite your plump lips and clit making you gasp. Both your hands push his head towards you, he offers no resistance, you feel him smile and look up at your face.

His blue eyes leave you breathless and the exact moment you look at each other James slips two fingers inside you and continues to lick you increasing the pace with the intention of making you explode.

“Ohhhh fuckkk” you exclaim at the unexpected sensation releasing your grip on his head and arching your back as you grip onto a pillow next to you.

His movements, his intensity and the perfect combination of fingers and tongue make you come in minutes making you scream his name as you writhe under him which goes on until you feel completely drained and spent.

He stretches over you, kissing your abdomen, your breasts, moving to your neck, up to your lips where he gives you a soft, slow kiss.

"Will you come to the shower with me now?" He tells you with an irresistibile smirk pushing the two fingers, which he just used inside you, into your mouth.

Ok. Maybe I need part 2.

sorry for the mistakes, I wrote in one go

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I need more Lars fluff…

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summary: lars has a surprise for his wife

pairing: lars ulrich x female reader

warnings: fluff

word count: 1197

a/n: an ode to lars' hair rip (obviously this takes place just before load was released)

When Lars had told her that morning that he wanted to make a ‘big change’, she wasn’t exactly sure what he meant. Did he want a new car? To change up his drumming style? Maybe he wanted to move them across the country. 

Stop worrying, it’s probably nothing, she told herself as she waited for him to come home.

The new album had been a long time in the making and was close to done, they just needed to shoot some photos for the booklet. She’d spent the ten months of recording with Lars when they’d all relocated to Sausalito and had enjoyed the change of scenery, but now she was ready to go back to L.A. and finally listen to the finished product that had been kept secret for so long.

Plus, she just wanted to have Lars to herself for as long as she could before he was packing up for tour again. If she closed her eyes, she could just imagine him right next to her: his head buried in the crook of her neck as he slept soundly, the scent of his cologne filling her senses, the feeling of his beautiful long hair as she’d run her fingers through it.

That beautiful mane was the only thing she could think about at that moment; how he took so long to dry and style it when he came out of the shower, the smell of his shampoo and conditioner, how soft and thick it was when she ran her fingers through it, how he groaned when she pulled on it during sex. 

Just as she was about to get lost in her thoughts, she heard the click of the front door unlocking before it creaked open. It was roughly eleven-thirty at night, much earlier than she usually expected Lars to come home. By this point in their relationship, she knew that he liked to work late at night, sometimes into the early hours of the morning. Something must have been going on if he was home so sharp.

“Baby?” he called through the house from the front door. “You home?”

She jumped up from her seat in the living room and raced to the front door, ready to see him and his gorgeous hair, only to be greeted by…

A hat. Why is Lars wearing a hat?

She shook the thought out of her mind and moved forward to hug him.

“Hi, honey,” she said as she greeted him with a hug. “How was the session?”

“Oh my god,” he said as he returned her hug and kissed her forehead, “great, but exhausting. I’m just glad that it’s finally finished.”

“So that’s it?” She pulled back slightly to see him. “No more recordings or photos? It’s all done?”

“All done,” he said proudly. “And now you can have me all to yourself.”

“Thank God for that,” she breathed as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I was starting to think you didn’t want to ever see me again.”

“I would never do that to you,” Lars said as he took hold of her face and lifted it to his. “It’s just that this album took longer than it was supposed to.”

“I know, I’m just messing with you,” she said before kissing him softly.

“Anyway, can we go eat? I’m starving,” he said as he broke away from her and headed off to the kitchen, her hand in his.

And still wearing that hat.

“What was this ‘big change’ you were talking about before?” she asked him once she took a seat at the island counter. “Surely it’ll have happened by now.”

Lars gave her a confused look before remembering.

“Oh, that!” he said as he rooted around in the fridge. “That was so long ago I forgot.”

“Well, don’t leave me hanging, what is it?”

“Okay, close your eyes.”

She hesitated a second before closing her eyes and covering them with her hands, making a show of his ‘big reveal’. She heard a brief rustling of fabric and something being placed on the counter, which only made her more curious.

“Okay, open ‘em!” 

She took her hands away from her face and opened her eyes, only to wish she’d kept them closed.

“What do you think?” Lars asked with a smile, showing off his new very short hairstyle.

“Who are you and what have you done with my husband?” she said in disbelief. 

In the entire time she’d known him, Lars had had long hair that he was very proud of and took very good care of. Seeing him without it was just… Weird. He looked like a completely different person, and if he didn’t have that smile that he always gave her, she wouldn’t have recognised him at all.

“Hey, I’m still me,” he said as he rounded the counter to stand next to her. “Me and the guys just wanted to do something different with our hair.”

“You and the guys? So you’ve all cut your hair?” 

“Yeah, well, not all at the same time, Jason cut his hair years ago and then we all ended up doing it. It wasn’t a collective decision or anything.”

“Next you’ll be coming home with tattoos,” she said, trying to recover from the shock of seeing her husband practically bald.

Lars laughed and hugged her sideways, kissed the top of her head before pulling her head into his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen anytime soon, honey.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” she said in a slight singsong.

“Not fucking happening,” he said and let go of her to find something for dinner. “You’ll just have to settle for short hair instead.”

They made dinner together in relative quiet, having run out of things to say and Lars needing the quiet after such a full day around other people.

“You don’t like it, do you?” Lars asked quietly when they were getting ready for bed.

The question took her by surprise. She wiped her hands after applying her lotion and turned to face him.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just…” she trailed off, trying to find the right word. “Different.”

“You time to get used to it, I get it,” Lars said from his place in the bed. “I need to get used to it too. I just know that tomorrow I’ll get up and try to brush it like I normally do.”

She climbed into bed with him and cuddled up to him, their noses almost touching.

“It does feel nice,” she said as she stroked his hair. “It’s really soft.”

His eyes drifted closed and he smiled softly as he let her run her fingers through his hair. He shifted slightly and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her on top of him, lying flat on his back.

“You’ve still got enough length for me to pull on it,” she said, gently tugging at the ends to prove her point.

“See, I still thought about you,” he said before kissing her softly.

“But you’ll grow it back out eventually, right?” she asked, her voice muffled by his lips.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.”

[no-remorse1983]

No explanation needed for this…

Ima just leave that at that…no explanation needed…

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[no-remorse1983]

I’M MADLY IN LOVE WITH YOU - 2004

James just came back in San Francisco after two months of tour in Europe. You missed him so much and he missed you so much too, so the moment you lock the door of your home…

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warnings: smut, sexual content, p in v, daddy kink -a little- , dirty talking

words: 2.1k

special tag: thank you @metallicames for your advices ❤️

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Finally, I saw him. After two months on tour in Europe, the guys were now at San Francisco airport. When I spotted James, my heart began to race. He was scanning the crowd for familiar faces, and when he saw me, a smile spread across his face. He hurried toward me.

His big and strong figure, with his Harley Davidson t-shirt and favourite made it impossible to me to not see him even in a crowd. As he was coming closer to me, my smile got brighter and also a little weak for his majestic height.

Without hesitation, he lifted me off the ground with ease. I cupped his face, smiling. “Hi, Y/N. I missed you, baby.” He gazed into my eyes. “Oh, Jamie, I missed you too.” And in that moment, he wasted no time crashing his lips into mine, the first kiss in months. His hands tightened around my hips, and mine slid into his hair, then down the back of his neck. We needed each other so much. The moment felt perfect, being with him again after all that time—it was everything.

Slowly, he set me back down, still gazing at me—eyes moving from my face down to my body, making me shiver. I knew that look all too well. But before anything else could happen, we were interrupted.

Paparazzi.

We both turned toward them, and James immediately grabbed my hand, pulling me away. It was the first time we’d been caught together and nobody -at that moment- knew who was his “controversial younger girlfriend”. I’m 21, and James is 41. We’ve been a couple for a year, though we first met when I was his kids' babysitter years ago.

I glanced up at him. He didn’t seem thrilled, probably because our privacy was likely ruined by those paparazzi shots. We reached my car and I quickly drove us home before they could snap any more photos. The drive was pretty silent, but James disappointment was so loud.

Once we were inside and I closed the door behind us, I felt his fingers trail up my sides. I turned to face him. “They caught us” I said softly. He nodded. “Our privacy is probably ruined, but I don’t care. I don’t want to hide my feelings for you anymore.”

He slam me to the wall, looking in my eyes with that lustful gaze he made me at the airport. He then looked down at my body again before meeting my eyes again and leaning on for a passionate kiss. Our lips and tongues were synchronised in a dance of passion, while his hands traveled over my curves and mine on his arms. I looked at him for a moment as we stop kissing “I missed you, my sweet girl” he said cupping my cheeks before he started kissing me again, not letting me say a word.

His hands went on my back, to lower the zip of my dress, while I was hugging him around his neck, with my body pressed in between the wall and him. As he fully lowered the zip, I get out of the dress, moving it to the side revealing my body covered just by the last lingerie James bought me. I was so eager to feel him again that I didn’t even let him admire my body like he always love to do, that I immediately helped him getting undressed of his t-shirt and his jeans too.

As he was just wearing his boxer, my gaze was directed down there, he lifted my chin up, to make me look directly in his eyes. “Are you happy? Mmh? Can’t wait for me to pound into your sweet little pussy?” his low voice made me weak on the knees, “y-yes James, yes daddy” I nod looking at him desperately.

His hands lowered to my chest, caressing my curves for a moment,“Oh baby, you know the effect you make to me when you call me like that…” I focused on his tattoos on display and his hands went behind my back to unclasp my bra in a swift move. It fell down on the floor, on my dress and his gaze, fell too, before grabbing my breasts in his hands, making me close my eyes at the sensation.

He lifted me up and he started kissing my collarbone. My back was completely pressed against the door, my legs were hugging his waist and my hands were caressing his strong back while his hands are gripping my butt. He bit, kissed, licked my collarbone, giving me few love bites, then he started sucking on one of my nipples. I arched my back at the contact, feeling needy for his touch, he then looked up at me with his lustful blue eyes, and with the hand he’s no more holding me, he started caressing my inner thigh.

In that moments, I couldn’t think properly, I soft moan escaped my mouth and James stopped giving attention to my breast. “You are so naughty” he commented as he moved my panties to the side. I watched down at his fingers, as they caressed slowly my wet slit, I then looked up at James, that was completely involved in admiring how much I was wet for him, with a smirk in his face. He then put a little more pressure on my clit massaging it, making my back arch again. He made me moan again, touching me in the right spot in the right way, making my hips buckle a little, asking him for more.

I heard him giggle and he stopped giving attention to my clit, just to move his hand a little and he shoved two fingers inside of me. At the feeling of his thick fingers inside me, I moaned louder and my fingers scratched his back, to make him moan too. “Oh yes daddy” my voice was like chocked, the sensation of his fingers moving slowly inside of me made me this effect “i love to see you like that baby, you don’t even know how much I missed you” he said, keep going with his fingers movements.

I looked at him, to grab his face and kiss him again as his movements started going a little faster. He pressed me more against him to feel me closer to him and have a better access to my mouth. He keep going faster with his skilled fingers and not even the kiss could make my moaning mouth shut at the pleasure he’s giving me.

As he broke the kiss, he also removed his fingers from inside me, making me groan as i felt empty again, now making me stand up to the ground.

I looked down at his still covered bulge and I lowered myself in front of James, just to help him get completely undressed. My hands went directly inside his boxers to free my boyfriend of them and as I do so, his hard cock sprang free in front of me, with its head covered with precum.

I looked up at him innocently, grabbing the base of his cock to see his reaction, that was a flustered huff. I then licked the shaft before starting sucking him off, while my eyes never left his.

“Oh yes baby, use that pretty mouth of yours…” he started “look at those not so innocent eyes, oh god, you are so beautiful” he commented with a low tone of voice, that made me wetter if it was possible.

My head went back and forth, my gaze kept being locked with his, while my left hand was at the base of his huge cock and the right one started touching his ballsack. As I do so, he closed his eyes, groaning loud, just before he grabbed my hair in a ponytail to guide me through the blowjob and also, making me wetter than I already was.

My eyes started getting teary at the hugeness of his cock inside my mouth, finding it difficult to breath, so I stopped for a moment, by started licking just the head. The grip in my hair didn’t loosened but he didn’t even forced me to do what was I doing before.

He lowered a little to bring me up again and to give me a kiss, before lifting me up again in his arms, with my back against the cold wall. I looked down at him as he placed himself in front of my entrance, feeling excited every second a little more. He then looked up at me, with a smirk on his face that made me bite my lip.

“You don’t know how much I need you” he tells me, before entering inside of me with his big cock. “Oh daddy” I moaned at the sensation of the stretch inside of me, grabbing his shoulders urgently. He stayed still for a moment before my legs intertwined together behind on his back, as I gave him the sign that he could started moving. He looked at me and he started moving slowly and my breath was already incoherent.

“Mmmh Y/N I missed you so much” he said, while his cock kept pounding in me. His hands were still under my ass and he started guiding my hips from there, making me close my eyes overwhelmed by the pleasure he kept giving me every single moment. As he started moving faster, our skins started slapping against each other, filling the room with dirty noises.

I moaned again and James lips parted in a groan, shutting his beautiful blue eyes and I scratched his back, just to give him a little bit more pleasure. My lips attached his neck, covering it with kisses and feeling him shiver with every single touch. As I see a little drop of sweat slowly running down his neck, I lick it away, savouring the bittersweet taste of it. When I stopped giving attention to his neck, I get back in my original position, with my back against the door, he opened his eyes again and he started moving a little bit more fast.

“Mmmh yes d-daddy” I groaned as he hit my sweet spot “oh baby, you are such a dirty girl” he said, eyes looking down at my bouncing breasts in front of him. “… and what about these filthy noises?” He said referring to the noises we were already making almost at the begging. Those noises are now louder and more persistent, our juices are mixing more and more as he kept moving.

I hugged him tightly feeling the need of having him closer than he already was, with my arms going back his neck and moaning in his hear. He got closer, biting my shoulder just to muffle his moans against me. My legs started shaking around him and I felt myself getting dizzy.

James kept hitting my sweet spot but I could told that his movements where every second a bit incoherent, he was reaching his climax too. “I love you ba-by” he whispered to me, exhausted for the action. I closed my eyes as I felt his shaft throbbing inside of me and my pussy started clenching around it tighter. His balls were hitting the back of my slit, a detail that made me weaker -than I already was- on the knees.

As the orgasm for the both of us was nearly coming I couldn’t help but moan at every single thrust and my nails started scratching his back again slowly but deeply, making James growl. “Mmmh sweet girl, cum for me” he pleaded me starting hitting my spot vigorously “mmmmh Jamesss” I groan arching my back a little, having my body trapped in between my boyfriend and the door. His head get back, he was looking at me “I want to see your face when you cum” he said, each word corresponding to a thrust.

He groaned and he shot his seed inside of me, but he kept trusting for a bit. I look at his face, covered with a small layer of sweat that made his skin shiny, two of his straight blonde locks on his forehead, eyes in mine. “ohhh sweet baby” he groaned before I shut my eyes and parted my mouth, reaching the ecstasy, trembling against him.

“Oh yes, you were so good Y/N” he said, still inside of me. I open my eyes and he gave me a peck on the lips before slowly putting me down. My legs were still trembling a bit due the orgasm and I gripped on his board shoulders making him smile.

“God, James, I can tell you missed me very much”

[no-remorse1983]

Lowkey why is this giving pimp vibes💀

The hair, the outfit, the jewelry, I cannot be the only one who was getting pimp vibes from this photo. Still looks handsome though🤭

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