#Metallica fanfic

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Hiya 👋🏻

It’s not really a kinktober request, but maybe you’ll consider doing it? No pressure though))

Ajaf era James, where he was drinking a lot. He understands that that affects him and turns him into a monster. He’s afraid he’s going to hurt reader, but he can’t break up with her for her safety, he loves her too much. So he comes up with stupid plan of making her break up with him because of his behavior? So he starts to undermine her efforts, e.g. the meals she cooks “could have been better”; makes fun of her simple 9-5 job , saying that’s she lucky she can have a relaxed job cause he’s earning most of the money and covering the bills. Although she’s hurt, she is staying as she loves him and thinks it’s the alcohol talking. James, realizing his plan doesn’t work, makes the final move: after they have sex one evening, he tells her that groupies do a much better job. That’s too much for her to take so she leaves him.

Unfortunately, after break up he feels even worse. Lars is worried so he interrogates him, and drunken James confesses. So Lars finds reader and locks her in the studio with James for them to reconcile (can we have smut here)?

Few weeks later when they start recording black album, James plays her a song (which will become nothing else matters), saying that it’s his way of telling everyone how much she means to him?

I’m sorry I can’t write short asks 🥲🥲🥹🥹

You are a great writer so I really hope this will become a story 🙏🏻

hihi!

and omg its here. took me 9 days to write it lmao but yeah

i cant explain how much I loved this idea pls marry me annon

also ~~~ means POV change (yes there is James and reader pov)

this fic has legit everything so I hope y'all enjoy it bc I busted my ass on it

some parts may be confusing idk

anyways

word count: 10623

warnings: mentions of achohol/drugs, death is mentioned, toxic relationship, break up, angst, smut, fluff, I'm prob forgetting smth

OR SO I THOUGHT (1989)

It had been a rough couple months with James. I felt determined to help him with his only worsening alcoholism, though he only continued to shut me out. I could feel the guilt when he was around, but it didn't make him stop. I tried, I really did, encouraging him to talk to me, to help me help him. 

It was the same sad scene every night. James would come home, probably around midnight, and I couldn't sleep without him next to me, so I was up, all those hours, wondering as I tossed and turned as to where he might be. All I knew is I was in for a scary time when he got back, but I eventually grew tough skin to deal with this.  Understood that this wasn't safe for me, or him, and I stressed that so, so much to him, but James never understood. Well, he never told me he did. Maybe there was more going on in his heart I never knew about. But, of course, I could never discover as he would always close himself off so much.

It was another day where the cycle would repeat. I woke up at three am to the sound of James stumbling in, mumbling something under his breath before he plopped down on the bed beside me, and I knew well enough to hold my tongue, to not provoke him. I pretended I was asleep, which he believed, trying, or at least I think he was trying, to snuggly up next to me, but he had his back to me. His arms weren't around me. Maybe that's all I yearn for now, to be loved and held.

Once I could finally go back to sleep, I was awoken not much later by the sound of my blaring alarm. It was seven am, time to get ready for work. James is a heavy sleeper, he never woke up from my alarms, though I always rushed to turn them off, just in case they would wake him. Slipping out of bed with a groan, I observed his sprawled out body, his shoes still on. I'm glad he made it to the bed this night, as others he would end up on the couch, or in his car, or somewhere I had no idea of.

I pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, like a mother caring for her ill son on a school day. I slipped off his shoes, trying to get him more comfortable. I scurried towards the closet to grab my work clothes for the day before getting changed in the bathroom and rummaging through our medicine cabinet, finding some pain killers and then getting him a cold glass of water, leaving the items on our bedside table. I paused to watch over him as he slept, his slow, steady breaths that rose and fell from his chest. I loved him too much to change this lifestyle. I loved every part of him, and if this was part of him, then so be it. I'll help him get better. He loves every part of me, no matter what, right?

Or so I thought.

I slipped on my heels, walking into our messy kitchen, the sink filled with unwashed dishes James was supposed to do. But, he isn't well, so I must do them for him. After washing the dishes, I brewed coffee, poured myself a cup and left some for him and began to make breakfast. James had been off lately, different to how he already was off, but that slowly became part of our normal, so one new change did not stick out too much, but this one did. I don't know what it is. He just felt… lifeless, cold, I guess. I decided to make one of his favorite breakfast meals, a nice, warm and fluffy stack of pancakes with eggs and bacon, cooked just the way he liked it. I spent extra time trying to make it the best I had. I knew they would probably be cold by the time he woke up, but hopefully he'd appreciate my effort. I ate some eggs before scrambling for a notepad, getting a pen to write him a sweet good morning note, explaining I was at work, when I'd be home, how much I loved him, and where the other meds were if he needed them. I wrote these notes almost daily, but this one I made longer and more love filled. I figured he would want my love.

Or so I thought.

I came home around six pm, the evening traffic being worse than usual. Instead of seeing James' car out of the driveway and the house dark, he was still home. The soft sound of the TV buzzing was easy to hear as I unlocked the door, walking in to see him on the couch, leaning against the couch arm and holding his head up with his hand. He was too engrossed in whatever he was watching to nice me walk in, so I tried to have him notice my presence.

“Im back, Jamie,” I said softly to not startle him, my voice filled with love as I moved to sit next to him, he looked over at me, like a confused puppy. “How are you feeling?” I asked, gently stroking his back, though he moved from my touch.

“Oh, hi. Yeah, I'm fine. Busy right now, yeah?” He mumbled as a response as he resumed watching TV once more, brushing me off with his simple, cold words. I knew I had to respect his space and not probe at him, so I just nodded with a sigh and got up, slipping off my shoes and setting my bags down,

“Are you hungry?” I asked, digging through the fridge to get things to make dinner. He didn't answer. “James, are you hungry? I can make dinner,” I offered again, noticing the cleared plate that I had made him for breakfast, the note missing. I assumed he threw it away, just like the others. I never saw them in the trash cans, but after everything piles up, you can just assume. I heard James sigh from the couch, “Uh, yeah, sure, whatever. Breakfast was cold, so I threw most of it away anyways,” He admitted, and I felt a small ache in my heart. I thought he liked the dish since there was none left on his plate, but clearly he proved me different. Why I even put effort in these things, I don't know. THats a lie, I do. I love him, and want him to know it, to feel it. I should’ve been doing this as part of my own insecurities, but to make sure he knows I'm there for him, always.

I thought of what to make for dinner, seeing if he had eaten anything since breakfast, only finding empty beer bottles and a half eaten bag of chips. It was probably only the alcohol making him act like this. I decided to make steak with potatoes, something he normally liked and said I made pretty well. It was easy to make, and I know it was one of his favorites I made him, but normally I would wait for a bigger step in life, like celebrating something about the band, or something in my career, but I knew he deserved it still.

I finished after 45 minutes, preparing the plate to be gorgeous, something I wish I could hear from his lips for once. But, he loved me. I know he thinks I'm gorgeous, he wouldn't have to tell me. Right?

“Jamie, the food's ready, I made steak,” I said warmly with a smile, setting a dinner table for us. I didn't get a response, just a grunt as he stood from the couch and walked his near empty bottle of beer, finishing it off and grabbing another from the fridge. I sat at the table, waiting for him to come and join me. His eyes landed on the plate, pulling out the chair to sit down. I couldn't read his emotions, he didn't look too happy, but he didn't look mad. He just looked.. plain. James grabbed his fork and began to eat, the metal scraping against the porcelain plate, waiting for his nod of approval. It never came. He didn't talk, but not in a way like he was mad. He just didn't speak. But he didn't need to, he didn't need to say the things I knew already. I took a breath and began to eat, and it might've been one of the best I had cooked in awhile. Perfect tenderness, juiciness, seasoning, and cooked perfectly, something you could get at a restaurant, now in our home. 

“What do you think, baby? I think it's pretty good, no?” I inquired, seeking the validation I craved from him. He just shrugged.

“It's fine, I guess. It could've been better.”

It shouldn't have hurt. It really shouldn't. He just didn't like the dinner I cooked. The dinner I poured my time into. The dinner I made was special. Special for him. But, what did I know? I doubt he meant it. That's why it definitely shouldn't have hurt. He was drinking. ITs just the alcohol making him act like this. He would never say something like that to me. Why did tears prick at my eyes. Why did it actually hurt?

“Oh, uhm…. I'm sorry, I'll do better next time, do you want me to make you something else..?” I choked out, fighting back my tears.

“No, don't waste your time making something mediocre, yeah?” James insisted, insulting me bitterly once again.

I took a shaky breath, another sting to my heart. Hes. Drunk. This can't be what he means, right?

Or so I thought.

“Alright, uh, do you wanna cuddle on the couch..? We can watch anything you want? Or not watch anything, just sit together.” I offered again, pleading to get love from my partner.

“I was probably gonna go to bed. You mind cleaning up?” He pushed me away again, and every word stung. I want him to see me, to notice me, just to love me. But I reminded myself again and again, he's drunk, he doesn't mean it, he doesn't mean it. I'm just being sensitive and pathetic. Maybe it's just my hormones.

I nodded, forcing a smile, “Sure, yeah, go ahead and  go to bed, I'll clean up and join you in a bit, ok?” I informed him and he just nodded and got up, walking to the bedroom, still carrying his battle with him. My eyes stung, and once he was out of sight, I felt tears streak my face, but I continued to fight them away. I quickly got up to clear James’ and my own plate, then  cleaning the kitchen, washing everything with great care to keep it tidy.

I came into the bedroom, James half asleep under the sheets. His hair was astray as he slept near the edge, his limbs tight together. The now empty beer bottle sat on the nightstand, another reminder of James��� habits. I glanced around before getting changed into my sleep clothes, a nice little night dress James had gotten me for Valentines Day earlier that year. It was nice and pink with some fluffy pieces at the bottom and lace dancing across it. It flowed nicely and hugged my body in the right places, going down to a bit above my knees. It had some other pieces, like stockings and a garter. In reality, it was more so lingerie than a bed set. But, it was one of James’ favorites for me to wear. Maybe this would make him open up more, or just show me the love I'm craving. I crawled in beside him, though I doubt he noticed the weight accompanying him, trying to cuddle closer, pressing myself against his back.

“Jamie?” I asked softly, kissing the back of his head.

“Hm.” James answered in a sleepy tone, barely aware of my presence.

“You doing ok? You've been acting differently…” I kept a quiet tone, my hands gently running down his arms and back as I pondered on what may be hurting him so much.

He took a deep and large breath, sighing, “Yeah, I'm fine… why do you ask..?” James mumbled in response.

“Nothing, you just seem off, I guess,” I rushed out. I didn't want to upset him, but he just seemed so soft and sweet, something I hadn't seen from him awhile.

“Oh, well, alright then… love you..” He mumbled out, slowly succumbing to sleep after saying the words I knew were true.

Or so I thought.

The office today was exhausting. Absurdly exhausting. And infuriating. A stuck up and snotty boss whos full of himself ordering me around to do his mundane dirty work, my co workers giving me side glances of judgment for my more rushed than normal appearance, not having as much time this morning as I had to help James with yet another hangover, getting him to the bathroom in time before he painted our bed green in vomit, making him some foods to keep him comfortable and having to buy more pain killers, my 3rd trip this month, all before heading to work. All I wanted was to come home, sleep, relax, and be held by the love of my life. 

As simple as an office job 9-5 may seem, how it is not. No one else wants to do their own work, always needing some kind of assistance, and of course, I none the wiser, agree to help them.

It was another late evening with heavy traffic, not allowing me to come home until seven, again. I had stopped at the market, grabbing food and other supplies we were running low on. And more beer. 

The door to the house was locked, something that had been happening more and more as I came home, only growing worries on James' worsening habits, the idea of drugs coming to mind, but I tried to shake it from my head, just wanting a nice time at home. 

I unlocked the door, the house quiet except for the soft strum of a guitar in James’ mini studio, which was just an extra bedroom we had turned into a spot for him to store his instruments and for his practeing. We hoped one day for it to become a nursery, a room for our future child.

I followed the music, the half open door allowing me to peek at James, hunched over one of his explorers, fiddling with the strings as he danced around the fretboard with his talented fingers. I smiled at the sweet sight, slowly entering the room.

“Whatcha working on?” I asked, announcing my arrival home. James looked up at me, at first a smile on his face, but he quickly dropped it. His actions only confused me further.

“Uhm, not much, just… a couple riffs and stuff for the new album..” He answered, still picking at the strings with something unreadable in his eyes.

I nodded, smiling at him, “It sounds good, I'm excited to hear it,” I responded before speaking again, “Work was so exhausting today, I don't know how I put up with it anymore,” I said with a laughy sigh, trying to lighten the statement.

James just shrugged. “I mean, I don't really see how a nine to five can really be that tiring,” He disputed, but his tone sounded unsure, shaky like how it did when we first met. But there was a force, an anger of some kind.

I was even more lost with his shift in attitude, “Well, what do you mean? You don't work one, you wouldn't know,” I argued back with more aggression than I meant.

“Yeah, I don't work one. Your job is light and relaxing feather work compared to the shit I do. You are out doing twelve hours a day for months on end at a studio, being out for a year just to tour and shit, you don't make anything working that job, I'm the one paying the bills with my money.” James spat, cold and bitter. His words rung in my ears, repeating each syllable like a painful stab. My brain scrambled for reasons to understand his reaction and response to my complaint of work.

James' piercing blue eyes still starred up and me, my mouth agape in shock. Why would he act like this? He loved me. He just told me he did the other week before we went to bed. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. What is wrong in his life that I don't know about, that he wont tell me about.

My eyes scanned the room, searching for anything that might explain this behavior of his. Truly, anything that would help explain such a swift and sudden change in his mood, but deep down ZI knew, I was just looking for bottles, cans, cups, glasses, anything that would contain the fizzy and bitter liquid he loved. The only thing I could find was a half empty bottle, freshly opened next to the chair he sat in. That's it, that's why he's acting like this. He's just drunk. He doesn't mean it. He doesn't mean it.

Or so I thought.

Even with my new found reasoning, his words still hurt a great amount, the pain struggling to leave. A simple insult, just telling me how I don't work as hard as him, that my job isn't as crucial as his. I took a breath, trying to control and reign in my emotions before I could meltdown in front of him for such a stupid reason. Drunken words, not filled or backed by any true thoughts. Right?

But they do say drunk words are sober thoughts.

“I- well,” I tried to speak, but I couldn't come up with the words. What would I say? I didn't want to make him any more upset than he seemed to be, but I didn't want to submit to him so easily, especially after such disrespect. But I knew better. I don't lash out, I keep him happy. We will work this out together, we have to.

“I'm just gonna go to bed,” I muttered under my breath, fighting back tears that needed to spill out, James rude comments only adding fuel to the fire that had been burning in me all day. Not a fire of anger, passion or desire, but a fire of hurt. Once I shut the bedroom door behind me silently, I broke. The bottle shattered, and my tears overflowed my face, covering my mouth as I cried, trying to calm myself down as I got ready for bed at such an early hour, even forgetting to make James something for dinner.

It was my day off, a relaxing Saturday I could use to have some me time, as James was gonna be out with the band all day as the brainstormed for the new album, which was still taking its baby steps into production, nowhere near any concept for songs yet. At Least that I knew of. 

James had been really tense this week, and I had tried everything to get him to relax and cheer up. Taking him out to his favorite restaurants after I came home, making him home cooked meals, getting him gifts and all things. Though there was one thing I hadn't tried. Sex.

I spent all day dolling myself up, wanting to be as bare and beautiful as possible for James. I shaved everywhere, leaving not a single trace of hair anywhere except for my head,, of course. I scrubbed every nook and cranny of my body, putting on James’ favorite set we bought together, doing my makeup just the way he liked it, lighting the candles he got for my birthday, and dousing myself in his favorite perfume I owned. All the lights were out, except for the lowlights of the candles in the bedroom. I laid on the mattress, waiting for James to come home, hoping this would finally get him to unwind from his stress.

I heard James’ keys jingle in the door, and I could feel myself getting more and more excited for his arrival. This would be one of the few times I would have him sober, as when they worked on material they rarely drank or did anything crazy, thankfully. His shoes thudded on the wooden floors, a sigh escaping his lips as I heard him slowly walk towards the bedroom.

“Are you home?” He called out to me before approaching the bedroom door, taking in the sight of me and the room I had spent the evening preparing for this moment.

“Hey baby,” I mused with a smirk, looking up at him with loving eyes. His eyes met mine, looking warm for the first time in awhile.

“What's all this for?” He asked,  still taking in the well decorated bedroom and my sexy form.

“Wanted to help you relax… you've been so stressed,” I replied, grabbing his hand to try and bring him closer, to get into the bed with me.

It didn't take much more conniving, and James had given in pretty quickly to my offer. He was being more loud than normal, probably because we hadn't had the chance to be intimate like this in awhile. I loved this so much. Well, I loved being close to James again. He wasn't hitting the right spots or focussing on pleasuring me much, but that's fine, he's the one who needed to relax anyways, and I have enough time on my hands if I wanted to please myself, I guess. It didn't take long for him to come, pulling out and painting himself on my abdomen and my breath labored, coming down from…. Well, not an orgasm, but being close to one. James was beat after that, and I don't blame him for that. He had been so busy recently, I was happy we just got to share a moment like this together again. 

I laid close to him under the sheets as we both recovered, James already half asleep. I had his hand in mine, kissing each knuckle of his and more, pouting all of my love into that moment. I looked up, having felt James’ eyes on me for a while. I met his blues, and there was a slight guilt in them, a gestation and regret. But, it didn't last long as he blinked it all away, taking another breath. 

“How are you feeling now? Did it make it any better?” I asked, my voice heavy with sleep as I lazily continued to press kisses to his hand.

“I mean, yeah, I guess… It wasn't like, amazing though… I've had better, normally the groupies can do a bit more than that, y’know?” James said cooly, acting as if the words he just said didn't mean anything and had no weight to them.

“What?” Was all I could muster out, the tears already filling my eyes as I tried to process all of this.

“You heard me, the groupies normally do better.” 

The words came so normally from his mouth, as if he was just telling me the date and time. But no, he was comparing me to prostitutes, previous women he has slept with. I began to cry, not just out of hurt and sadness, but this time anger. How could he say something like that to me?

And then the worst part hit.

He was sober.

Something I would've wanted more than anything else just a few days ago is now what is causing this experience to be even worse than it is with the horrible comparison and insults James had spewn at me. He meant it. Alcohol was toying with his brain, making him into the aggravated man I had grown to know quite well over the years.

“Are… are you serious? After everything? I put myself through hell to deal with this, to go to work, to do EVERYTHING for you! I have tried so hard James. And Yet you still compare me to them?! Sluts with prices on their heads?!” I cried, anger and hurt filling the fire in my eyes, and I could swear I saw Jamw\es’ cold attitude falter for just a moment. Maybe it was what I was hoping for, that it was all an act, that he truly did love me deep down, but maybe he didn't. Maybe this is the truth I had been hiding from all these months.

James didn't res;ond, just sighing with a shrug.

That's what pushed me over the edge.

“Are you fucki ng serious? You're not even gonna try and fight for this? Get out of here! We're done. Since you don't appreciate anything I do for you nowadays, I don't want you in here anymore. Pack your shit and leave.” I cursed at him as I continued to sob, processing the moments that passed, feeling as if the earth was slowing, each second hitting me hard and heavy.

I could see a slight guilt in James’ eyes, and as much I wanted to believe it was true, I couldn't give it in myself to do that anymore. I couldn't keep living this lie. He nodded, staying silent as I cried, slipping on his clothes and grabbing some things he'd need for the night.

“I loved you because you loved me, or so I thought you loved me, truly you don't give a shit!” I called out again, hearing James breath hitch at my harsh words, but he just left. No goodbye, the final words spoken to us only filled with hate and hurt, though millions went unspoken.

— —- — —> A FEW MONTHS LATER…

Not a lot has happened since I broke up with James, but a lot has changed. Maybe for the better. I miss him terribly, but a lot of weight is off of my shoulders now. I'm no longer worrying about having to make elaborate meals for him, or to do everything in my power to make him happy as [possible, watching my words at all times to make sure I wont say anything that might upset him. It was a large change. The house is still cold like how it was with him, but its a different kind of cold. There is no warmth of another body. Its quiet, no more TV static and laughter or guitar. Work had only gotten more tiring, but I had recently gotten promoted, something I had wanted for a long, long time.

I haven't spoken to James since we broke up. I know he had come by the next day, as when he left that night he only took clothes to last him the night, and when I came home from work, all of his belongings were gone, and his spare key was left on the counter, all of his music gear out of the house, leaving me a now empty room, not to house his guitars, and no longer holding the hopes and dreams of a future child.

Or so I thought all of his stuff was gone.

I came home after work, the house dark and silent, turning on the lights before going into the former music room, which had now become my office for the time being, as I needed one for the promotion, to be able to have a comfortable spot where I could do other work tasks from home. I set down my purse, sitting in my computer chair and sliding off my heels. I saw something in the corner of my eye, something that somehow had never caught my eye all these months. 

An ashtray, repurposed to hold James’ many guitar picks. It was behind a lamp that was in the corner of the room on an end table. There was more than just guitar pics, but one of his rings. Like the ones he always wore on stage, the cool reflective metal that shone brightly under the spotlight. I paused, only having gotten one heel off, so confused as to how I never noticed. I sat in this same chair, facing the same direction, taking my heels off the same each day. I quickly got the other off before walking towards the table, picking up the ashtray, having remnants of cigarette butts and ash, some of which covered the pics. There had to be at least 20 of those pics, I don't know how James could forget such a thing, along with one of his more favorite rings. He wore it when we met, but I never made the connection as to that being the reason he left it. I missed him, yes, but having these almost made it worse. Like the world was teasing me that he is gone, that I won't be able to be held by him again, because he doesnt love me anymore. How I still love him, I don't know. Part of me still wants to believe he never meant any of it, but the chances of that being true is slim now. But, I didn't have the heart to call him, to return them to him. He would have come to get them by now, right? 

I picked up the cold metal, holding it in my hand before slipping it on my ring finger. It was too large, slipping off quite easily. I tried the next, my middle finger, and it fit well enough to not fall off. It felt so wrong to wear, but it made me feel closer to him. I hated it, but I loved it. A little piece of him to be with me always. ‘God, I sound like a wife mourning her husband who died in a war.’ Was all I could think to myself, setting back down the ash tray and taking off the ring before sitting back down in my office chair, trying to shake my head of the matter so I could focus on the important task at hand, work.

I spent about two hours on the assignment before finishing it among other things, now exhausted even further. I stumbled towards the bedroom, changing into my pajama pants and a sleep shirt. Since the break up, I have refused to wear or even look at the clothes sJames had bought me. I didn't feel any desire to wear those things now that I knew he would be the one to see me in them. I never really wanted to wear clothes like that, but knowing he liked it made me like it. Now that he's gone, so is that enjoyment. I layed down on the mattress, sinking down as it swallowed me and the day whole. I had gotten used to the loneliness of sleeping alone, even after having a body next to me for the last four years. Maybe it was an easier adjustment as towards the end it was like sleeping next to no one.

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The last few months are hard to describe. I can't explain it, I really can't. I've never been more lonely in my life, drowning all of my sorrows in the bitter bottles that wasted away each night and day. I've tried putting my energy elsewhere, focusing more on the band than I was earlier, trying to pour my emotions into guitar and lyrics, but nothing works. Nothing matches what I once had. What I threw away. What I ruined. Though, all my life, through all my struggles, there was one thing I learned.

Mask your emotions, hide your turmoil. It's something I had quickly gotten good at from a young age.

Or so I thought.

I went out for drinks with Lars to discuss lyrics and other parts of music for the record, as we normally had for our other productions and everything. We had another few weeks before we went into the studio, where we planned to record for many months, wanting this release to be the best we ever had. 

Before I had even gone out to the bar with Lars, I had already had a few bars at home, or what I had tried to make into my home. It was a home, yeah, but it didn't feel homey. There was no warmth or touch to it to make it seem whimsical or joyful. I know I have a problem, but what is there I can do. 

When I got there, Lars’s car was already outside, and I knew I was late by thirty minutes, having to build up the motivation to leave the house for a reason other than food, so trying to get up and socialize and talk about important stuff was not on my top choices to do.

I trudged in, my eyes darting around for the Danish, who was never that hard to find. And as I expected, I found him somewhat quickly, taking a seat next to him and ordering a drink for myself.

“Hey man, where the fock have you been? Been waiting here ages for ya,” Lars commented with his laugh, sipping on his own drink.

I just shrugged, “Sorry man, there was just…” I tried to think of a reasonable excuse, but none could come to mind. “Traffic, y’know, it gets bad around five or six, all those people getting off of work,” I explained, thinking I was an expert at this facade.

“Alright, whatever you say. Let's get to work now, yeah?” Lars tried to believe me, but it was clear he knew there was something more to what I said. 

I just nodded, “Yeah,” I answered, and Lars took out his notepad where he already had some ideas for songs. The mask was as strong as stone, no way to see in.

Or so I thought.

 Lars looked back to me, a thought popping back in his mind, “Traffic? There's normally not much in this area, I mean before you moved out of that place, shit, traffic was bad, but here? No way,” Lars questioned me, no longer believing a word I had said. 

“Well, I guess it was just different today…” I muttered, “Let's just start now, leave it be,”. Lars agreed reluctantly, and soon we were sharing ideas sas I jotted down lyrics, Lars taking turns as we debated on the new project.

Of course, as we worked, we were drinking. Me more than him, and it was getting me tipsy, and then drunk. Normally we wouldn't get drunk during lyric writing, just a bit.. Wobbly, I guess. We were just reviewing the lyrics for the third song we were jotting up and I had ordered another drink.

“Jesus man, you only focused on drinking? We got shit to do!” Lars complained to me, and I just shrugged. “Sorry, got my priorities here…” I joked, and Lars only gave a pity laugh.

“Is something up? You've been acting weird as hell for the last few months. We barely see you anymore, and when we do, you're late.” He informed me firmly, clearly not wanting to put up with my demeanor much longer.

“I'm fine, didn't I already tell you that?” I responded, and at this point I just wanted to go home. “Well, you can tell me it a million fuckin’ times and that doesnyt mean Ill believe you,” He rebuttled, and I sighed. “So, what's up with you?”

I didn't want to answer, well sober me would've deflected. But drunk me? He doesn't have much of a filter. Who does when they're drunk anyways?

“Nothings up with me, just dealing with shit…” I answered, taking another sip of my drink.

“Ok, well dealing with what?” 

“The breakup, and everything,” I answered, my eyes avoiding Lars’s own.

“Ohh, yeah, I see. What happened anyways? You never went into detail, just saying she kicked you out in the middle of the night. The fuck did you do to her?” He laughed, but the sting of the memories still remained.

“I.. well, I told her she was a shit cook, lazy, didnt work as hard me, and that groupies fuck better,” I admitted. Lars' face changed from a small smile to a look of shock.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah”

“What would make you say something like that?! That's totally messed up!” I knew this would be shocking, especially coming from me to say something like that. But I didn't expect him to be this shocked.

“No, I did it for a reason, I'm not just some asshole! I didn't want to break up with her, and I didnt want her to break up with me, but I knew I had to get her to break up with me. I keep drinking, and it makes me into… I don't know, I'm a different person and I don't want to hurt her. The only option was to force her to break up with me.” I tried to explain, but Lars was quick to respond.

“Only option?! Have you heard of rehab? Getting help? Did she just let you waste away?”

“I didn't want to go to rehab either, and no, she did try to help, but I don't want help…” It was getting embarrassing at this point, showing how weak I had become.

“James, not everything is about what you want! There's things you need to do, but you don't want to. Those are just as important.” He paused, hoping my worlds would process through me as he thought of an idea. “How about this, clean up your act a bit and I'll get her back over here and you can go back to paradise, alright?” Lars offered and I perked up a bit.

“How the hell do you expect her to come back to me after all of that?”

“I never said she'd come back to you, I said I can get her over here, make you guys talk or something.” He corrected me, and I just rolled my eyes.

“Well how are you gonna get her to come here? She probably hates me at this point,” 

“I have my ways, we were closer friends than you probably remember,” Lars’ words didn't help. He could never explain his plan, and that's what always ticked me off about him.

“Fine, whatever, work your midget magic or something,” I muttered under my breath.

“What did you just say to me?” 

“Nothing, nothing, just do whatever it is, alright?” 

“Fine.”

— — — — > A WEEK LATER…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Time moves slow these days. But not in a bad way, it was nice that life was hitting the breaks a bit instead of the pedal. Though, that joy wouldn't last long.

I sat in my office chair at work, working on some papers my boss had handed me a few minutes ago. He was giving me stack after stack after stack of papers today, all coming with my promotion I got a bit back. More money means more work, and more work means more money, so I guess it isn't all too bad in the long run. I glanced up from my paper, eyeing the now double repurposed ashtray, one being made for the intents of cigarette butts, then guitar pics, and now it held my keys and some other trinkets, including one singular guitar pic of James, one of his favorites. 

I was startled out of my thoughts by hearing the office phone ring, quickly reaching to grab it, assuming it was a customer call.

“Hi, this is Capital Advisors, how can I help you?” I offered in a cheery tone, but the voice I heard response was not what I had expected.

“Hey man, look, it's Lars, something happened to James, you mind heading down to the studio?”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Sure, Lars and I were close, but we haven't talked much since James and I’s break up. My words caught in my throat, processing the second half. “Something happened to James? What happened? Is he ok?” Even though he proved himself worthy of a break up, I still couldn't shake my love and worry for him.

“Uhhhh, yeah, no, sure he's fine, but you just needa come to the studio?” Lars rambled, not sure how to keep up his lie.

“Ok, yeah, of course, when do I need to be there?” My mind was racing, Lars wasn't being direct with what happened, so my mind could only think of the worst. He always poland things off to make them not seem as bad as they were. What if James fell and hurt himself? Overdosed on something? Only darker thoughts hit my mind.

“Like, now, this can't wait,” Lars demanded, and I had no choice but to agree.

“Yeah, I will be there as soon as I can, ok? Tell him I’ll be there soon, I don't want him to worry,” I gave in and then Lars thanked me and hung up. 

Now I don't know what to do. My boss wasn't the type of person to just let me leave whenever I want, and I had already promised to Lars I would be there immediately. Though, my worries got the best of me and I quickly began to gather my stuff together. I grabbed my keys and my purse, quickly heading to my boss's office. 

I always hated going in here, it was freezing since the AC was always blasted, and it reeked of musty air freshener. I gently knocked on the door before I heard his baritone voice respond, telling me to come in. I entered, seeing him sitting there, filing papers. 

“Can I help you?” He said in a monotone voice, opening and shutting cabinets.

“Yes, I need to leave, like right now. ITs an emergency, family matter,” I tried to briefly explain, but it didn't take long for him to come up with a new response.

“Emergency? Of what? Is someone dying?” His eyes looked up from his papers, meeting mine as he waited for an answer.

“I… Well, I don't know,” I muttered, and it was true, I really didn't. With Lars’ vagueness, I tru;y didn't have a reason to not assume James was already on his deathbed.

“How can you not know?” He questioned me as if I was stupid, then noticing my pale and shaky look of true worry, “Fine, yes, you can go, but you're leaving three hours early. I want you working those hours back tomorrow. Understood?” He finally made an offer, and I quickly accepted without hesitation.

“Yes, thank you, and I'm sorry,” I responded with a smile and a nod, quickly leaving the office and getting to my car as fast as possible. Lars never specified where exactly the studio was, but I had been there a few times with James to hear them practice and record. I did my best to remember the way there, speeding in some places and having to make a couple U turns to figure out the exact spot. The whole time my head was buzzing, I could not think of one normal reason as to why James would want me there. He clearly didn’t like me much towards the end, even though I still like to think he never meant it and that it was only the alcohol talking, but I was probably wrong. Why did I still care so much after being so wrongfully disrespected? Part of me still loved him. Still wanted to wake up next to him every morning, hear the faint strumming of a guitar whenever I came home from work. Now those days were gone, and never looked like they would return. I still worried for the worst for James, endless horrid possibilities arising in my brain, all trying to piece the puzzle together.

When I finally pulled up, I saw two other cars out in front, not seeing James’ car, assuming Lars gave him a ride and KIrk giving Jason one. No cop cars or ambulances or fire trucks, so he isn't dying, or maybe they already left. Maybe I was too late? 

I quickly got out of the car, almost running to the studio door, knocking until Lars came and opened it for me.

“Hey! There you are, took ya long eno-” Lars was quickly cut off by my own anxieties.

“Where is he? Is he ok? Was I not fast enough?” I quickly voiced out, my eyes darting around the inside and searching for him.

“Yeah, relax. He's fine. He's inside-”

“If he's fine then why did you make me come here from work?! I thought he was dying or something crazy,” I cut him off, questioning his efforts.

“No, none of that, you worry too much. He just wants to talk with you,” Lars answered, and my previous worries and a new suspicion grew in me.

“Just want to talk? Last time I talked with him he was critiquing me! He hates me! He doesn't want anything to do with me!” I voiced the feelings that had been clawing at me for months, never having anyone to tell them to.

“Or so you think. Look, just talk to him, that's all this is, ok?” Lars grew tired of my attitude and clearly I would have to give in soon.

“I want to, I want to talk to him, but I doubt he wants to talk to me,” I responded, trying to further explain my hesitations.

“I just told you that he wants to talk to you! Go in there, please!” Lars pleaded with me, and I sighed, finally agreeing.

“Ok, ok, I will,” I answered, beginning to head into the studio.

“Thank you! He's just down the hall, in that room with the sound equipment and everything,” Lars informed me, and I followed him, seeing James hunched over a table, scribbling down on a piece of paper. My heart was racing now. I hadn't seen him since that night. I didn't know what I would say to him, I was worried what he would say to me.

Then he looked up at me.

His cold, piercing blue eyes, a newfound softness in them as our eyes met. I avoided his eyes, but felt his lingering on me. Lars guided me in, shutting the door behind himself, leaving us alone. I was unsure of what to say, my eyes lingering on the floor, hearing James set down his pen.

“Uh… hi…” He started, probably just as unsure as I was.

“Hi,” I responded back shyly, avoiding his gaze, though I could still feel his own on me. The sound of footsteps approached me, instantly recognizing them as James’, and then I heard a click. Lars had locked us in here, now forced to talk.

“I.. I'm sorry, I really am,” He mumbled, and I looked up at him, seeing a true guilt in his eyes, “I wish I didn't do it, that I didn't say those things, that I didn't make you hurt so much like that… I should’ve been much more, well, mature about it. I feel like shit for everything,” James explained to me, but this only caused me to have more and more questions.  

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice still a hushed whisper as a wave of various emotions crashed down on me. “I had reasons for what I did, I just wish I went about it differently. I wish I had listened to you when you had offered me help. I didn't want to hurt you with my habits, and I couldn't break up with you, I didn't want to be the one to do that, so… so I tried to make you break up with me, and you did. Everything I said, it was a lie. I never meant it. You're a great cook, you work hard, you're just… you're amazing, you're too good for me.” James confessed, and I could feel a bit of the cold melt away, though still a hurt in my heart.

“Then why make me come and tell me all of this? This would only pour salt in that wound, no?” I was still confused at why he would make such an effort, but I still found it touching.

“Because I still love you. I want things back the way they were. I swear on everything, I've changed. I miss you more than anything-” I cut him off with a sweet kiss to his lips, and he melted into me, wrapping his arms around me in a comforting and loving embrace.

After James pulled away, he looked me in my eyes, “How could you forgive me for saying all of that to you?” He began, “Id think you would just… hate me, I was a total jerk,”

“Or so you'd think. I still love you and miss you more than you could imagine,” I responded with a  small smile, and James matched mine, kissing me again. “Can… can I show you how much I've missed you?” James asked in a mumbled tone, clearly a bit embarrassed. My cheeks heated up at his offer and I giggled, nodding as our lips met a third time, a new hunger and desire now displayed. Slowly, he walked me to the table until I had backed up into it, his hands trailing up my sides until we broke away, his lips now going down my neck, eliciting a needy whine from the back of my throat, my hands pulling him closer, snaking under his shirt to trace his skin. 

James’s fingers slipped under my shirt, working to get it off of my head, leaving my neck for only a second to remove the fabric before attaching himself to my sensitive flesh, feeling him suck and nibble, definitely leaving bruises. He gave a more harsh bite, causing me to whimper, then soothing it over with his tongue before pulling away. Soon his gaze focused on my breasts, still confined with my bra. His eyes met mine again, “Can I take it off?” He asked ,already reaching around my back to work on the clasp, which had become an easy task for him. I nodded, and soon the garment was now on the floor with my shirt. The cold air caused my nipples to erect immediately, and James’ eyes were locked on them, cupping the in his hands as he squeezed them and pinched at my nipples, making me make high needy sounds, causing him to smirk, kissing around the soft flesh, teasing me with every movement he made. 

I began to claw at his shirt, trying to take it off of him, so he reluctantly pulled away from my chest, removing his own shirt, giving me a view I had missed more than I care to admit. My eyes dragged slowly over the newly exposed skin, and his lips crashed down on mine again, pushing me back so far I was now laying down on the table, the cold wood causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. I tugged at James’ pants, feeling myself grow wetter at the moment. He slipped down his pants, leaving him in only his boxers as you pulled down my skirt, leaving me in only my panties. I could see the bulge in his final layer grow at the new sight, and then he got on his knees, gripping the sides of my aunties and taking them off in a swift motion, leaving my glistening folds exposed to his hungry view.. His warm lips teased my thighs, kissing around the area I needed him most, making me writhe with desire. Eventually, his tongue found my center, giving it soft licks at first, parting my folds with his tongue. A moan escaped my throat, and James took it as his sign to keep going, burying his face between my thighs. He licked and sucked at my hole, probing at it with his tongue as his nose nudged my sensitive clit. My hand snaked into his long blonde locks, gripping his scalp tightly as I pulled him closer. I could hear him groan into my flesh, causing a vibration to coarse through me, making me moan again as I came closer to my first high. Eventually James moved further up, giving more attention to my aching clit, giving it gentle licks first to tease me before sucking it into his mouth, biting it softly, making me squeal from his ministrations.

“Jamei, fuck, Im gonna cum,” I whined out, tugging on hair harder, causing him to let out another low groan as he continued to feast on me. “Cum for me pretty girl,” He mumbled into my flesh, and like that my orgasm washed over me, a breathy moan falling my lips, feeling my core pulsate , releasing my grip on James’ head, allowing him to pull back.

James chin was drenched in my essence and his spit, some caught in his facial hair, wiping it off on the back of his hand. I dont think Ive seen anything hotter. His eyes landed on mine, and I noticed a lustful darkness in them, kissing me again as our tongues tangled in a battle for dominance, James winning in the end, and soon his boxers were on the ground, both of us bare in front of each other again.

JAmes broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my neck, leaving new hickeys and bruises in his wake as they now peppered my neck. I felt his tip at my entrance and I squirmed, his lips leaving my bruised flesh. “You ready, baby?” He asked, taking my hand in his, and I nodded, feeling him slowly push into me, the stretching sensation stinging my insides, a delicious stretch my body had missed as I tried to accommodate his size. Once he was to the hilt, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding, squeezing his hand tightly.

I gave him a look of a need, and he gook note, slowly beginning to pump his hips, untwining our fingers as he positioned himself with better support, placing his arms on either side of my head. With every thrust a moan escaped my throat, tears pricking at my eyes from the pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so tight… haven't had anything since me, hmmm?” James whispered to me, and I could only whine in response, his calloused fingers sneaking down to my clit, brushing the bud lightly with the pad of thumb, and I began to squirm around his cock, feeling his thrusts increase with speed, more grunts falling from James.

The table I laid on creaked beneath from our frevorus movements of need, completely forgetting we were still in the studio. The band was still in that studio. This room wasn't for recording, very little sound blockers. Anyone in this building could hear us. The thought didn't pass my mind once throughout the whole experience, only focused and becoming closer with James once again, not just in body, but in our connection reforming with every minstration from either of us.

James' thrusts grew relentless, only increasing the pleasure for both of us as he chased his own high, helping me with mine, continuing to toy with and stroke my clit, moans and whines leaving me with any movement he made. “So pretty like this, baby, taking me so well,” He groaned, his small grunts and moans filling my ears like sweet music. I began to buck my hips, knowing that my orgasm was approaching, James not far behind, his vocal expression of pleasure growing in number and volume, mixing with my own mewls and moans, that and the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room, my nails clawing his back.

My eyes began to roll back, James’ name falling from my lips a thousand times as my legs wrapped around his waist, trying to pull him deeper to finally bring me to edge. James noticed and thrusted harder, hitting that special spot with every movement, making me have to cover my mouth with my hand, the unholy noises escaping me growing too loud for us to stay secret. James disapproved, “Mmmm, don't do that baby, let me hear you cum around my cock,” He cooed, and that was all the encouragement I needed to come over the edge, a high pitched moan coming from me, feeling my walls clamp down on James’ length, pulsating as waves of pleasure cascaded over me. James helped me ride through it, still rubbing my sensitive nub, his thrusts losing rhythm as he approached his own high.

“Fuck, sweetie, gonna cum inside you…” He grunted, his pace increasing as his movement became erratic with pleasure. “Take it, take it like a good girl, baby,” He moaned, his load shooting deep inside of me and painting my walls white with his seed. His hips sputtered, bucking into me as he collapsed on top of me, our sweaty foreheads clinging together as we both recovered from the intense orgasms, trying to catch our breath. James pressed soft, lazy kisses around my face, reminding me how much he loved me and how he'd never hurt me again if given the chance.

After a moment, we both had come down from our highs, James’ softening member sliding out of me with a pop. He looked down at the mess between my thighs, all evidence of our pleasure with each other. “Youre fuckin’ perfect,” He muttered, his eyes dragging over me.

“Are the groupies still better?” I teased him, remembering our bickering that was one real, or so I thought it was real fighting.

“Oh, hell no, they don't stand a chance to this,” He responded with a smile, and I smiled back.

We cleaned up, slipping back on our clothes so we were somewhat presentable. Only now did the realization that we were never once alone in this studio and the rest of the band was outside had hit me. A wave of embarrassment flowed over me, my cheeks flushing even more than they were before given the previous activities. Both James and I looked quite disheveled, our hair a mess and clothes wrinkled. I tried to shake off whatever nervousness I had in me as James put his arm around me. We went to reach for the door handle, only to find out it was still locked. Now it would be even more awkward. James knocked on the door from the inside, calling out to Lars, or anyone else in the studio.

“Guys? Lars? Can someone unlock the door?” And it wasn't long before footsteps approached, hearing a key click as the door swung open, Lars, more curious than ever eyed both my own and James’ appearance, noticing the hickeys, the slight wobble I gave, and any other imperfections that we might have displayed.

“I take it you two worked things out?”

— — — — > A FEW WEEKS LATER…

It had taken some time, a lot of talking, and more than just one hook up for James and I to work out any other issues that we had with each other. We met up a lot in the recent weeks after that, discussing different ways on how to help James with his drinking, and just trying to regain eachothers trust.

Soon enough though, James had moved back in with me. I kept my office space, but now the room was split in two halves. I worked in one half, while James did his guitar work in the other half. It was a fairly large room, so we both had our own spaces and rarely bothered each other. If I had a work call or anything that required silence, James would just migrate to the living room.

It was the same old schedule we had all those months ago, and I was now returning from work. It was Friday, now I would have plenty of time to relax and be with James. I pulled into the driveway, parking and getting out of my car as I walked up to the porch, the click of my heels following my steps on the cement. The lights were on, the door unlocked. I could hear a faint strumming coming from inside, meaning James was hard at work on new material for the album. It was my favorite thing to listen to while doing work assignments at home.

I walked in with a huff, setting down my purse and keys on the counter before heading to the shared office space. James wasn't playing much, just sounded like scales and chords for his warm ups. “How was work, baby?” James greeted me, still focused on his guitar. “It was a bit tiring, but it was good. I think my boss is starting to like me,” I answered, settling into my chair. He nodded in response, going back to fiddling with the strings.

It wasn't until a little later a soft, sweet and melodic tune had hit my ears. Much different than what Metallica normally plates. James hummed along to it, almost like he had lyrics already written out. But knowing him, he probably did.

“What are you playing? It sounds really nice,” I started, listening to a few more notes before continuing, “It's not what you guys normally play,” I commented, and James let out a deep hum in response. “Just something new I'm working on,” He replied, and I nodded, getting back to work.

Only this time, I couldn't focus. Normally James’s music helped me to focus, becoming a comforting background noise. This time though, I couldn't get my mind off of that melody. He kept going, and each second I kept getting more and more captivated by it. 

“That songs really pretty, I like it,” I said, scribbling down whatever notes I couldnt on a piece of paper. “Thanks, it's actually, uhm..” He trailed off, and I knew something was up. I spun around in my chair, going to face him. “It's what?” I asked, confused by his shy demeanor. 

“It's called ‘Nothing Else Matters’,” He stated, finally stopping picking at the strings. “Nothing Else Matters?” I repeated, connecting whatever the lyrics might be in my head to the melody. Normally their slower, melodic songs were dark and heavy topics, so I expected the same with this one.

“Yeah,” James answered, “I wrote the lyrics about you, actually,” He muttered softly, though I still picked it up. “About me?” I questioned, slightly shocked. “Yeah… I've thought a lot about, well, everything recently. Ever since that point a few months back I've reflected and everything… Rumors spread, and I just want everyone out there to get the right idea,” He paused, searching for the right words, “I want people out there to know that you're all I care about, you mean more than the world to me, and I want everyone to know that,” He stated, his tone true and emotional. I had never heard him say sweeter words to me, and I knew that he was speaking nothing other than the truth, I could see it in his eyes, there's a way to read people, and James wasn't easy to read, but you soon could learn the lingo.

“That means a lot to me, Jamie,” I answered, smiling at him. I got up from my chair to sit next to him on the couch, leaning against him. “Thank you,” I said, kissing him on the cheek. “You don't need to thank me, sweetheart,” James responded, wrapping his arm around me.

And now, I knew my whole world was whole again. What was once hatred, or so I thought was hatred, was once again love, everything as it should be.

[hammettsandwich]

james and the reader are best friends and james is in love with her and she accidentally walks in on james jerking off with her panties in his hand and he doesn't notice that she stands there until he finished and then thay and up fucking

first time writing smut😬😪

Caught

Me and James were best friends. We were inseparable, so much so that we would spend nights at eachothers houses. Tonight was one of those nights.

I was getting ready to go grab something from the store, just some snacks for the two of us. I finished putting on my sweatpants and left my bedroom.

I headed towards the spare room in my house where James was so I could tell him I'm heading out to the store. When I made it to the room I heard shuffling and odd noises. I furrowed my eyebrows and slowly turned the knob, making sure I was quiet

My jaw dropped when I saw him laying down on the bed. He was naked with a thin layer of sweat on his chest, and in his hand were a pair of my panties. I turned bright red.

I heard him groaning and breathing heavily, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, his hand moving with long fast strokes.

James held the pair of panties just above the tip. He kept squirming and whimpering, I couldn't make out what he was saying.

It felt wrong to watch this, but I didn't take my eyes off him. The moaning was getting louder, his stomach would dip slightly when he picked up the pace.

Within a few seconds James bucked his hips and ropes of cum shot onto the piece of clothing.

I coughed slightly trying to get James attention. His head shot towards me and he covered himself with the blankets. His expression was one of embarrassment. "Its not what it looks like! I was just-"

I slowly made my way towards the bed. Still looking at him with shock. "Really? To me it looked like you were jerking off.. to my underwear." I looked down at the blanket covering his lower half and removed it. His dick was still twitching.

"Im sorry. I was just.. I don't know." James stuttered. His cheeks were bright red.

I giggled softly. My hands trailed towards his cock. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it. "No need to apologize. I enjoyed the show." James let out a moan as I started to move my hands up and down his erection.

I slipped out of my sweatpants, I wasn't wearing any underwear. I climbed onto the bed and straddled him. "You could've told me that you needed me."

He was still red. "It would've been awkward.." I rolled my eyes at his response. My hand continued to jerk him off at a slow pace. "So?"

James continued to let out a string of moans as I moved my hand. I used my free and rubbed my clit in small circles. Eventually I positioned myself above his dick and sunk down slowly.

"God- Oh, that feels so.. good." James let out more moans and whimpers, he whispered about how good it felt.

I rocked my hips and started to ride him at a good pace. I looked down and James was squirming, his eyes were closed shut. "It feels so good.. Faster, please"

I started to ride him faster, my legs were giving out under me. I felt him twitch inside of me. He was close, so was I.

My pace quickened. "James.. Im c-close." James eyes opened he wrapped his arms around me. "I am too.."

Eventually I reached my peak. I let out a pornographic moan.

Seconds after, James finished inside of me. His warm seed filled me up. My legs were shaking as I got off of him.

I plopped down next to him. "That was.. great." I nodded at what James said. "It was." I cuddled up closer to him and sighed.

"You owe me new underwear though.."

was this good guys😬...

[xanticore]

could you do a fluff/smutty fic with james hetfield where he takes the readers v card pls <33 preferably an established relationship and set in the early 90s but you take the reigns !!

I hope you like this anon! I thought this au was so cute! <3

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Setting: early 90s ; black album era

Warnings: piv, slight choking, mentions of alcohol and drinking. drugs involved (just cigarettes), unprotected. (wrap up)

Summary: Metallica was just about done with their world tour. Their last stops being in the states, selling out arenas and some stadiums they had booked. They were currently on break until it was time to tour North and South America. You guys were at a celebration party, celebrating a successful abroad tour. Though, James wanna celebrate in a different way, of course you couldn't say no to that.

"CHEERS TO A SUCCESSFUL AND SAFE...BLACK ALBUM TOUR. I WANNA THANK EVERYONE ON OUR TEAM FOR MAKING ANOTHER TOUR HAPPEN!" Lars said as he shot his red cup in the air that was filled with some type of alcohol.

Everyone said their cheers and cheered before taking a sip of their drink. "Another tour..another successful album to be quite frank." James raised his brow. You chuckled at his comment. You both were sitting on the couch playing a game of cards with Kirk and his girlfriend. The two couple across from you and nodded. "Dare I say we deserve something for it." Kirk said.

The band wasn't too focused on getting trophies but they highly appreciated the recognition they rightly deserved. You supported James and been with him since Kill em All. You really watched the band grow and become experienced with their sound and instruments. The fact you were able to witness everything in real time just gave you goosebumps.

Not only that, you couldn't stop thinking about how you two were about to celebrate 10 years of being together. 'A decade already?' You thought. Time was sure going fast and as the saying goes, 'Time goes by fast when you're having fun.' Rightfully so. You sure as hell was having the best time while dating James. There was never a dull moment in the 10 years you've been with him. You guys aren't perfect but you both matched each other perfectly.

It was getting late so you guys decided to head on home. You entered your shared apartment and you two were quick to just flop on your soft bed after being out all day. You two were exhausted and just needed some rest for a moment. A moment to relax for a bit.

"Home! god i miss this bed!" James said as his face was muffled in the pillow. He let out a guttural sigh that couldn't help but make you laugh. He turned his head to look at you with a smile.

"What?" You said curiously.

"Nothing...I just, you know..wanna celebrate my tour in a different way~ a quick blow? pleasee?" He asked politely. He knew that you were still a virgin but of course, you two managed to please each other when it came down to any of you being horny, so you wasn't entirely inexperienced.

"Don't you want more?"

"More?"

"Yeah?"

James looked at you confused as he sat up. "More what? I don't want nothing else.."

"Oh so you don't wanna take my virginity then?"

You can see when his heart skipped a beat and had butterflies in his stomach. "Wait- I-"

You just nodded as James obviously didn't have no words to say.

"Are you sure?" He asked. He slowly moved closer towards you. "Mmhm..I'm sure. 100%. I love you so so much and I'm ready." After your words, he kissed your cheek then moved towards your lips pecking them. "I will go easy on you baby. Just let me know when it hurts or you want me to slow down- or even stop ok?" He whispered in between each peck. Eventually, you guys were in a much needed kiss.

His tongue going against yours; exploring your familiar mouth. James had you stripped down in mere seconds. He was taking his time on you and didn't wanna rush a moment like this. He kissed down your stomach and kissed the waistband of your panties. He slowly slid them off exposing your wet cunt.

He loves going down on you ever since the first time you guys did it back in 83. You could definitely tell the difference between 20 year old James with no experience and a 30 year old James, with experience and knows all your rights spots from memory.

He was now at your entrance. He first rummaged through the bed side drawers to take out an unopened box of condoms. James also had a box; just in case for moments like these when you were feeling up for it.

"No-" You said grabbing his wrist. "Don't put it on..." James was taken aback and looked at you for a moment indeed of reassurance. You nodded and he just put the box back. "Damn so i technically bought those for nothing?" He shook his head as you giggled. He was a pretty good size in length and girth. Your heart was pounding and it was way too late to back down now. He slowly pushed himself into, feeling your tight walls around him. "Fuck-" He cursed under his breath. You groaned at the slight pain and even winced a bit. The pain was sharp and uncomfortable and it had you breathing heavily.

"Calm down, breath. I don't want you to pass out." James said as he caressed his cheek. He was now fully inside of you. He kept this position for a minute until you were comfortable and ready. He began moving slowly, his thrust was manageable but it was still highly uncomfortable for you. You soon relaxed your body more and kept breathing. Eventually you got the hand of his movements and his size. The moment you felt comfortable is the moment your body wanted more. James being a gentleman that he is, he still kept going slow.

His low groans and grunts filled the room and it turned you on. "Go a little faster..." You told him in a whisper. "You sure baby doll?"

You nodded.

You didn't have to tell James twice. He increased his thrust speed to a medium. That unfamiliar uncomfortable feeling was finally long gone and out of your hair. You officially lost your virginity to the man you love and,, you didn't mind him using you like some toy.

Once you had a feel to him, James had you in all different positions. Different positions you never thought you could even do. He wasn't going soft and sweet but more rough and sloppy like he hadn't fucked in ages...technically he hasn't but he's willing to wait. You guys were both back to missionary and he moved his hand down to your throat, softly squeezing it; filling your choking kink you always had.

His eyes were dark and his voice was deep and raspy. "Gonna come now baby...fuck-" He moaned out. Your moans were the only sounds being heard throughout the room besides the harsh smacking of skin to skin contact. He was thrusting hard and deep in your cunt. "Yeah..i think- i feel it-" You whined. He subconsciously went even more faster and rougher. You thought he was gonna break the bed but you didn't care. In the heat of the moment you, just wanted to come; and you came.

He quickly pulled out, jerking himself off as he released himself onto your stomach, causing a sticky mess. "Fuck- fucck-" He huffed and took a deep breath. He looked down at you, your face was red and tired from the activity. He grabbed a few tissues and cleaned up your stomach. "Thats my girl...thats.my.girl." He said before landing two kisses on your cheeks. You smiled and watched him lay on his side of the bed catching his breath.

"You know were locked in now...like this." He said putting his crossed fingers. "Im happy to be your first, and I'm willing to be your first in anything else."

"My first husband??"

"Now don't spoil our future...but yeah...your first husband." He turned to wink at you causing your heart to skip a beat.

a/n: I hope you like this fic anon and and anyone else that read it.

dividers: cr to owners

[doubletalkingmaeve]

Jason Newsted sfw alphabet

Needed to get this out of my system so I can sleep peacefully again

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s extremely affectionate and he’s not scared about showing it in public. He’ll hold your hand, have his arm around you, you name it and he’s doing it. He shows affection in a lot of ways but his main language is just being around you. Since he’s touring the world every other day, he likes to spend every second he can with you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Jason would be that one friend that you take everywhere because he’s so easy to talk to and can just read the room clearly. He’s very supportive and I’d see him as the friend who comes round and helps you fix something at your house. The friendship would start either because he knew you since he was young, you were a friend-of-a-friend or he just met you on the road.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves a cuddle!!!! You’re in his arms at every given opportunity. If you’re sitting together, he’d have his arm around the back of the chair you’re sat on. He’s hugging you from behind, arms around your waist if you’re sat on him, like I said before he’s a very affectionate person. After a tough day though, he’s got his head in the crook of your neck and cuddling you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning)

He wants to settle down and he plans to, things are just a little more awkward because of the whole “band” thing. He tries his best to make the balance work and he’s not always perfect with it. He’s a lot better at cleaning than he is cooking. The food he makes is edible but if you want to actually taste something… maybe he better take a step back.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Jase is not a shy person by any means, if he’s grown to be comfortable with you, but unfortunately it’s not working out, he’d tell you in person. He’d call you over for a chat at his and maybe prewarn you over the phone. He’d probably sugarcoat things a tiny bit and I see him as someone who’d blame himself if things went wrong (even if it obviously wasn’t)

F = Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Now, it’s obviously quite known that he isn’t exactly the most loyal man in the world but I feel like when he knows he’s found the one, he’s behaving himself. I feel like he’d wait at least a year and a half to two years before he proposes, and even then the wedding would be a couple months after that. He loves the idea of being a family and marriage is important to him.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Jason is extremely gentle. He’s one of the most patient and supportive people out there. He treats you like a gentleman and would never even dare to be caught dead talking bad about you, let alone treating you bad. He leaves soft kisses on you and is always there to listen. Doesn’t matter what the subject is, he wants you to come to him and share your problems.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

BIGGEST HUG LOVER IN THE ROOM!!! He’s constantly needy, he with smother you with hugs, especially when it’s just the two of you. His hugs are warm and tight but just the right amount. He’s always got either both arms around your waist or one there and the other over your shoulders. He could spend hours just cuddling and hugging you and that’s not an exaggeration.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I feel like after a couple weeks, but it all depends on the situation with you two. It might accidentally come out of his mouth and he just runs with it, but after a couple dates and when he feels the time is right, he’ll say it. After that, he’s always dropping it and will remind you everyday if he has to.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s not an overly jealous person, but jealousy is a normal emotion and everyone feels it some point. He doesn’t get jealous when you’re busy talking and hanging out with other men. The only expectation is when someone gets too touchy with you or says something out of line that be doesn’t like, only then does he get wound up. When Jason does get jealous though he goes deadly silent. The bubbly personality is gone and he’s fully tense. His body language and the death glares he gives speak for themselves.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses start of soft and nice. He likes to be gentle at first and if things are going well he’ll be the one to deepen the kiss. Jason doesn’t force anything on you, he can tell by the way your body reacts and he goes with it. He likes to kiss every single inch of you, but his favourite parts are your lips (of course) and your forehead. When it comes to him, I don’t think he’d every admit it unless you ask, but he has a soft spot for kisses on the side of his neck.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I mean this man is a literal child at heart so he fits right in. He’s likes to be the fun uncle and he takes that position very seriously. Him being more relaxed ultimately means you got the short straw and are now dubbed the strict one. He’s the type of person to completely spoil them even if he doesn’t realise it and whatever they want, they get. He’d gladly babysit if he’s asked to, he’d just be a great person to be around.

M = Morning (How are morning spent with them?)

I don’t see him as the worlds best morning person but I do see him as someone who is easily confused as soon as they wake up. Years of touring has left him with the “what country is this? what time? what--” questions. When he’s half awake he’s always patting his hand on your side of the bed to see if you’re still there which ends with him cuddling you to death or a sulking Jason. He’s always the one to get up and put the coffee on, but if the two of you are in no rush, then it’s cuddle time.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Once again, it depends, but even when it’s a night on tour or back in your home, expect to be served all the attention you could possibly want. The nights you’re on tour you normally have Jase talking about how good the last show was and how he’s excited for the next one. After finishing both of your night routines, you climb into bed and Jase is there with his arms wide open. You talk til you fall asleep. When you’re at home, you watch a movie or just browse the TV together until one of you gets tired. It’s roughly the same, with most nights ending up with neither of you getting sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think if you were friends/best friends before the two of you started dating than he’d be a lot more open to you early on. He’d tell you more personal things and how he feels about that. If you met in any other way I think he’d still be open but it might take two or three dates to get it out of him. Like I said before, he’s not a relatively shy person, he’s just private but if he’s comfortable around you, he’d be more open!

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s relatively patient. He’s just like anyone else with some things/people pissing him off more than others but he handles things well. He doesn’t immediately run his mouth, although he will easily tell you or anybody when he disagrees with something. He just gets quiet and bottles things inside of him until he feels it’s the right time to say it (which is extremely bad!!!)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’s extremely observant and whatever you say to him sticks in his head somehow. Whether you said you liked your eggs a certain way or that your great-great-grandmother’s cousin’s son’s neighbour’s dog was born in France, he’s got it memorised. Sometimes if he’s a little bit tired he might forget certain things but he’s relatively good. Important dates stick to him, he’s got your work schedule memorised. He’s just invested in your life.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

The first time the two of you met and the more banter-y conversations you have. Inside jokes makes him so happy and he’s fully prepared to tease you for years to come if you said something wrong. The first concert the two of you went to, the first time you got drunk, the first kiss, etc.. He’d also remember your reactions to when you all travel to new places that he might’ve already been to but it’s a first for you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Jason makes sure to keep his personal life far away as possible from the public. He’s known to be quite a private guy and will do everything he can to make sure that you are kept safe. He’ll talk about you briefly in interviews but won’t go into details, unless you’re comfortable with it but even then he probably won’t. If you’re going into an area that’s crowded with fans, he’ll walk closely in front of you to shield you from the cameras. For him, it would be the same thing but the other way around. You keeping his secrets private, things he says etc. I also feel like he’d appreciate you standing up for him. If someone is treating him like shit and you call them out, it would make him feel more protected.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in so much effort!!! Whether it’s a birthday or anniversary he’s always putting in so much thought about what to get you and how to make you feel special. Whenever he’s away for shows and you’re not there, he’s always bringing you back small gifts he bought that made him think of you. He just wants to make you happy. When he knows you’ve had a long day at work and he’s home, he’s getting the house ready for you and running all the errands that you’ve been behind with.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He always forgets to check the answering machine when he’s home. If he’s accidentally missed a call or let it right to a voicemail, he’s always got a “I’ll just get back to it later” attitude and he never does!!! If it’s something important he’s answering it in seconds but when it’s anyone else, he’s too lazy.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I don’t think he’s overly concerned with looks, more about what’s comfortable for him. Sure he likes to look nice but once he’s home he choose his comfiest clothes over anything, even if it looms ridiculous. When it comes to being in public/events, he’s more dressed up to keep up with that ‘metalhead’ image (😌). Of course he wants to look good for you so maybe he’ll put in a little bit of effort. Like most of these, it really does depend but generally speaking, he doesn’t care that much

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Every day that he doesn’t see you feels like it’s dragging on forever. Even though you can talk on the phone if you needed to, that doesn’t make up for you being physically there with him. He hates being away from you and tries to drag you on tour as much as he physically can. If you were to ever leave him, it would take a toll on him greatly. He’s used to putting all his energy into you and now you’re not around he feels bored and empty.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Whenever he gets home and he’s trying to get back in the momento and the swing of things, he always leaves you notes on the fridge. When he’s catching up on sleep and you’re off to work early. He’ll write a note the night before for you to read when you make your way to the fridge. It’s always either about how he’s proud of you and how you’re gonna do amazing, something he forgot to mention the other day or just plans he’s thinking of making with you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I feel like with him he wouldn’t like someone who was too overly authoritative with him and what he does. There’s a good thing with being assertive, being able to have the confidence to do what you want to do and being able to back it up, it’s something that he’s attracted to. The problem lies when they try to dictate their beliefs and feelings onto him, and this is with everyone not just a partner. For the more physical side of it, I think having a partner who doesn’t want to do anything in general might not be the best for him. Sure having a lazy day is good (especially after a tour) but he gets bored easily and always has to have something to do.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He is a VERY heavy sleeper when he’s finally sleeping in a proper bed and not some random seat on any transportation. He doesn’t really snore that much but he nearly take up half the bed. He’s either sleeping hugging the pillow or you, whichever one is closer. Once he’s fallen asleep he’s out, there’s no way in hell you can wake him up without the military getting involved. Jason normally falls asleep first, he stays up late but he’s always fatigued. Sometimes he finds it hard to sleep because of his neck so you might have to sacrifice a pillow or two.

[melusinasiren90]

So....I've been reading a lot of awesome Metallica fanfiction by writers like @thenaughtynun, @mustainegf, and @kirk-says-wah. I love you all. I used to be a pretty active fanfiction writer in a couple of fandoms in the 2010s, then I switched gears to work on original work. I have soooo many Metallica ideas, but would it make any sense if instead of fic I wrote original stories with characters inspired by them but with different names? Because honestly, there isn't enough m/m rock star romance about 80s Bay Area thrash bands, anyway.... :) If anyone has feedback on this idea, let me know!

[faghetfield]

EVERYTHING IS ROMANTIC - PT1

no one really asked, but i'm trying to get acquainted to mr. mustaine (& megadeth) so i wrote a little something. really OOC as for james (and dave, but i'm not so sure? bf said hes kinda dominant so here we are), because i simply want him to get fucked as hard as he can, so if you don't like that, just leave lmao.

tags: age gap (J47/D32) / toxic relationship / mlm / nsfw / mutual manipulation & gaslighting / size kink / top dave mustaine / bottom james hetfield / mentions of alcohol/drugs / kind of an au ? / twoshot!! / masturbation / oral sex / dom/sub undertones / DUMB hetfield / bit of dubcon because het is drunk.

"It's been two months now, Hetfield." The strawberry blonde said through the phone, he could see the way the older man was pouting. "You think you can kick me out, say all the shit you said to the press and then ask to be dicked down while pretending that nothing happened?" He huffed, annoyed. "You have been doing this for months, years even!" Mustaine said annoyed. "And i still go and fuck you, so maybe i'm the wrong…" Mustaine mumbled and sighed. "Whatever though, it's not happening tonight. I'm sick and tired of your shit. I really am."

"Please" The older whined, tears in his eyes, hearing that harsh tone did nothing but embarass and arouse him. "I'm sorry, alright? I-It's just that, you know how i am, Dave… I'm an asshole, I have a massive ego and I just couldn't let you steal my spotlight, but I have nothing against you, Dave, I promise, just come, please…" He cried, and Dave just chuckled, turning off his phone.

Despite everything, Dave did go, travelling for an hour just to see James stumble at his own property's steps, it was fun in a way, Dave would never admit, not in a million years, but he liked James, he was shy, quiet, but had a massive ego, ego that sparked constant fights between the two, Dave couldn't be a hypocrite, he too had a massive ego, one of the reasons why they could never share the stage. It would never work.

"Oh, thank fuck…" Mustaine heard the man mumble, opening the door to his home and embracing him in a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Dave, fuck, so sorry, please forgive me." He was drunk, Dave laughed as he saw the man getting on his knees and hugging his legs.

"Get up, man, it's not that serious, let's go inside before anyone sees us." He said, looking around, 'kicking' the man until he got up. He swiftly closed the door and sighed, guiding the older man to the kitchen, like he was the owner of the house. At this point, he could be, spending more time there than at his own home, anyway. he thought. "I don't understand you, not even a little." He laughed, giving him some cold water, trying to get the man back to his senses.

James drank some of it, and got steady on his feet again, looking at the blonde's eyes, Dave wasn't naive, he knew that look, drunk, desperate, a light tint to the man's cheeks, barely noticeable to anyone else, but not Dave, everything about James was noticeable, he learned a lot in 5 years of touring with the man, learned all his weak spots, learned all the things that made him angry, learned that he did not like Dave as a guitarist simply because he was good, and that made James jealous, he wanted to be the only one, Kirk was good, but James didn't think he was better than himself, he did not see Hammett as a threat. But Dave was. Maybe it was the sexual tension between the two, maybe James was just insecure. Maybe it was both, because Kirk was and is better than James, the man just didn't see that.

"Do you think that's how things should have been from the start?" James asked, hugging the man's neck, acting like a teenager. A simple no was the answer Dave gave him.

"It wouldn't have worked, because we don't work, Hetfield." Dave continued.

James sighed, giving him a sad look. "I regret things, I really do, I shouldn't have said what I said, i shouldn't have done what I did." He looked away, letting go of Mustaine's neck. "I'm an idiot, and I know it, it's been like three years years since you left, and its been three years since i regret all the shit i said to the media… I don't know what has gotten into my head to say all that shit." James whined, walking to his living room. Dave followed along, listening, and sincerely, getting bored of all that drama, it happened almost every time they had a public fight. Kerrang! would publish an "EXCLUSIVE!" interview where Hetfield says something horrible, then Dave would answer and would talk shit about each other, accuse each other and then say they were never friends.

Then they would spend a week or two without talking to each other and after all that, James would call, saying he misses Dave, and that he was sorry. It was the second time in like, three months, that they had gone through that, Dave wasn't fazed about it.

They sat on the big couch, James lamenting the past, and Dave rolling his eyes. He eventually got tired of it and pressed his lips against the older man's, he heard a small whine and had to hold back a laugh. Such a manly-man on stage and interviews, now look at you... Dave thought to himself. The other couldn't do anyhting but allow the kiss to happen, so foreign but so familiar at the same time, they have done it at least a thousand times and he still reacts the same way as he did the first time. James was simply melting, hands grasping at his couch's leather.

The kiss got deeper, Dave's tongue invading him, full of control and dominance, James was a goner for it. "Now just shut the fuck up forever, please." Dave sighed, unbuttoning the man's shirt. "You always fuck up, I can't trust you to not say anything, I've known you for years now, I don't buy this I won't say anything else talk." He mocked, pinching one of the man's nipples, seeing him squirm under him, hot and flushed all over. "You always go to fucking, kerrang, rolling stone, all those magazines that think you're so much better than me and say shit that was supposed to be private." Dave changed his tone, starting to get a bit angry. "You know how many times you fucked up? You know how many times you almost fucked this up?" He sighed, cupping one of the man's tits, putting his face close to it, giving Hetfield's nipple a lick. The man moaned, closing his eyes and stuttering a sad sorry. "People are actually starting to wonder if we hate-fuck each other, all because big mouth Hetfield can't shut the fuck up, and can't just get fucked like a regular person, you need me to mark you up." He whispered, leaving a hickey on the man's big chest.

"I think I should stop, seriously, you always come back crying and asking for more, asking for forgiveness that I should have never given you in the first place." Mustaine said, now biting the man's nipple, smirking at his reaction, he loved this. "You are simply too dumb for your own good." He sucked on the nipple, pressing his palm on his own crotch, he lowered his body on top of James' and started humping him lightly, liking the sounds he was hearing. It was a bittersweet melody on his ears, the other almost crying, overwhelmed and embarassed, but so, so aroused.

Dave then got up, suddenly, taking his shirt off and tossing somewhere near, laying on top of the man again, he was smaller than the well built frame of James, but he felt like the biggest man on earth when he made such a big, macho man, cry and whine for his cock. It was fun.

"What do you want, James?" Dave asked, close to his ear, licking at his earlobe and smirking, he tried something, holding James' hands on top of his head, pining him to the couch. He knew James could get out of there in a second if he wanted, but he didn't want that. They both knew how much James liked to submit, be a good boy, or some perverted shit like that. Dave wouldn't complain, they clashed on stage because both were too dominant there. And that was it, because in bed they were perfect for each other, complimented each other so well, James being his submissive counterpart, always needing Dave to think for him, make decisions for him, but it never lasted long though. After a few days of being close they would look at each other weird, start bickering and just hate each other again and then Dave would go home. It was fun while it lasted though.

"I want you to fuck me." Was the answer James gave him, blue eyes staring all watery and sweet, like he was some teenager who never got fucked in his life and needed it now.

[psychotron1992]

Cliff Burton x reader

this is for my friend who'd rather remain anonymous.)

Cliff was on stage, strumming away at his bass with Metallica during their Ride The Lightning tour. There was this girl in the front row that had caught his eye, she had beautiful hair and eyes, she just stood out from the rest of the crowd of greasy sweaty headbanging metalheads.

After the show had ended, he left the rest of the band for a moment to talk to her. he walked up to her, with a friendly smile on his face. "hey, would you wanna come backstage with us?" he asked, looking at her. The girl seemed abit shocked at first, but then nodded. "oh, yes! of course-" she says a little nervous, i mean she was standing before a famous rockstar. Cliff nods and leads her backstage where the rest of the guys were with their girlfriends and friends or whatever.

As they walked, Cliff glanced over at her. "so, what'd you think of the show?" he asked, just trying to make small talk with her. Y/n smiled "it was great, as always. i thought you did really well up there." she said, she had been to one or two Metallica shows before. "thanks, we really try hard to give you guys our best, nice to know it pays off." he says as they arrive. He quickly introduced her to the other guys, they were busy with their own thing so he made it fast.

He then sat on a free couch with her, he grabbed a beer for himself "you want one?" he says, offering her one. Y/n shook her head "no thanks, i have to drive myself home after, but thanks for the offer." she was surprised at how chill and friendly Cliff was, it was a big difference from his stage persona.

Cliff nods, sitting beside her and drinking out of the bottle. Y/n just sat there, completely in awe that she was backstage with Metallica right now. "i cant stay for too long, i have a bit of a drive... but seriously, thank you for this, it was awesome.." she says smiling at Cliff. she then got out a notepad and wrote down her number, putting it in his hand, blushing slightly. "call me sometime, if you want, and we can hang out maybe."

Cliff nods, he wished she could stay longer, but, he could call her another time. "oh! sure, yeah no problem. i will." he says, he stands up and sets the bottle on the table "want me to walk you out?" he asks, and she nods with a shy smile. Cliff walks her out of the dressing room and out of the venue, all the way to her car like the gentleman he is.

Y/n blushed slightly and stood on her tip toes, and kissed Cliff's cheek. "thank you, ill see you soon?" she says and smiles at him, Cliff blushed abit and nodded "yeah, for sure." he says, watching her get in the car and drive off.

[jessybarnes]

Al Min Kærlighed

Chapter Title - Nothing Else Matters

Pairing - Single!Lars x Reader

Other Characters - James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo

Tags - Angst, fluff, flashbacks of an abusive relationship, mentions of drinking, mentions of physical violence, crying, nightmares, hospitals, doctors, nurses, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Word Count - 1.7k

Unbeta’d - All mistakes are my own Y'all.

Fic Aesthetic - Yours Truly

Sleep wasn't something you thought would come easy for you, but with the help of the medicine and Lars, it came rather quickly. You were soon jolted awake by a loud noise.  

What was that? Scraping? Banging? You opened your eyes to see if it was coming from your hospital room, but you soon realized that you weren't there. It was too dark to see anything, but the smell of stale beer and sweat filled your nostrils.

Oh God...you were home and the noises were probably Cole looking for you. Panic seized you and you prayed that this was a dream. Lars and James had been real right? They had to be. This couldn't be happening.

Even though it was too dark to see anything, you ran.  

The noises became louder as your heart thundered in your chest. Soon you heard him. Cole's cold icy voice yelling for you.

“Y/N!!!! C'mon Y/N. You know I was only kidding with you, right? I love you. Stop hiding and come out so we can have that talk you wanted.”

You kept running, trying to get away from him. It felt like the hallway was never-ending. This had to be a dream.  

Suddenly, you ran into something hard, and when you realized what it was you began to hyperventilate. Looking up with fearful eyes you saw his evil smile as he reached out and shook you.

“There you are my sweet. Let's go have that talk now shall we?”

“No... no please Cole... please just let me go....”

You felt around for something, anything, to grab so you could get away. Nothing was there. All you saw was blackness and Cole. The shaking continued as tears started to streak down your face.

“Y/N c'mon now. You know you can't escape me. I'll always be there. Everywhere you look, everything you hear, see, feel... it'll be me. Forever and always remember?”

You shook your head as tears kept streaming down your face. Finally, you opened your eyes again and saw Lars leaning over you with worried frantic eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart c'mere. Everything's okay now. It was just a dream. Shhhh just breathe. Take deep breaths in through your nose and out your mouth. That's it.”

Lars soothed you by pulling you to his chest and rubbing small circles on your back. You breathed in deep. His smelled so nice. You were used to smelling beer and smoke from Cole, but Lars smelled of...what was that...spices? Cinnamon?. You clutched his shirt with your left hand to keep yourself grounded. To make your mind see that it was only a dream.

You pulled back and finally looked into his eyes. He smoothed your hair away from your wet cheeks and wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

“There we go. See everything's alright. I'm right here. You're safe.”

He gently laid you back down on the sheets and got up from the chair to walk across the room. He came back a moment later with a pad of paper and a pen. He smiled as he passed them to you.

“Now can I finally put a name to your pretty face?"

Your cheeks flushed as you took the pen in your left hand and shakily placed it against the paper. He called you pretty! That couldn't be right though. You sure didn't feel pretty, let alone look it. Slowly you began to write your name as well as a thank you note and passed it over to him.

My name is Y/N, and I would like to say thank you for everything. You really didn't have to stay with me. I don't want to be a burden to you and James as well as the rest of your band. I am so grateful.

You could hear the ticking of the clock as Lars read your note. You pulled a string on the blanket nervously as you awaited his reply. He set the notepad and pen at the foot of the bed and gently grasped your hand. He looked into your Y/E/C eyes as he spoke seriously and truthfully to you.

“Y/N huh? What a pretty name for a pretty face. I must tell you that you are not a bother to James or myself, nor are you hindering our band in any way. My concern is with you and what happened to you. I don't know, it's like I feel responsible for you in some way. Like, I know you can probably take care of yourself, but for right now you need someone there. I feel compelled to be that someone."

Lars smiled softly at you, his eyes shining with affection.

"How would you like to come with us when you leave here? You won't have to worry about anything. Money won't be an issue, and neither will transportation. Unless you have something or someone keeping you here? Is there someone here that you need to stay for Y/N?”

Your eyes watered as you reached for the notepad. Lars handed it to you and you began to write a response.

You want me to go with you? I... I don't know what to say. Wouldn't I be in the way? I have no one left here that cares about me. I have no ties to this place. I planned to move to California once I saved up $200 more dollars, but now that won't happen because of the bill from this hospital visit. I truly want to go with you, but I also don't want your invitation to be out of pity.

You wiped the tears that escaped your eyes and passed the notepad back to Lars. Your bottom lip quivered and he rubbed your leg gently as he read what you wrote.

“Y/N, I can promise you there is no pity behind my invitation. Like I said, I feel the need to help you. I won't push, but when you're ready I need to know what happened to you. As far as your hospital bill being too costly, there is no bill. James and I have that covered for you. The way we see it is, you need help, and we make enough as it is. You stumbled into our dressing room beat up and barely alive, and we brought you back from that edge. We've said it before and I will say it for us again, we are glad you pulled through.”

You couldn't hold back your cries then. You put your head in your hands and began to sob. There was no bill, and you had been asked to go with the greatest heavy metal band on tour? This was just too good to be true. These men were angels in disguise. You felt strong arms envelope you in a hug, and you knew it was safe. He let you cry while whispering to you that it was going to be okay. You pulled back and licked your lips again and cleared your throat. You were going to try to talk. You needed to properly thank him.

“Th-Thank you, Lars. I can't...thank you enough... for... for what you've done for me...”

You saw Lars' eyes water then and he brought your hand up to his lips. He pressed a feather-light kiss to your knuckles and smoothed his thumb over them.

“You're most welcome Y/N. Now let me get the doctor and call James so we can make arrangements to get your stuff from your house. Unless you don't want us to? I mean we can always just get you new things. Is there anything you need that's sentimental to you? I think we can whip you into being a great assistant to Metallica. Lord knows we need one!”

You shook your head and gave a short reply.

"Nothing sentimental. I want to go with you."

He winked at you and stood up to grab his phone. Punching in what had to be James' number he placed his free hand on his hip and stalked toward the window of your room. You weren't paying any attention to what he was saying, but you were checking him out.

He had this assertiveness about him, this confidant stance that made your knees weak. You were always a sucker for the confident ones. His accent was something else that made your pulse a little higher than it should be. He had solid muscles on his arms and calloused fingers. Definitely the arms of a drummer.

You loved percussion and wished you knew how to play, but you ended up in Orchestra and the Viola was your baby back in the day. You noticed that he wasn't talking to James anymore, but was staring at you. Crap! How long had you been staring and when did he notice? He smiled at you and moved to sit down next to you again. You hoped he wouldn't notice the blush creeping up the side of your neck.

“James is on his way up here to discuss how we are gonna do this. Now let's get Dr. Anderson in here to see when you can be released.”

He pressed the nurse call button on your little hand-held device and the little red light came on. A few moments later Amanda came in. You really like her. She had been a great nurse.

“Hey there, how are you feeling?”

You went to say that you needed Dr. Anderson, but Lars jumped in before you could so you let him take control.

“She seems better Amanda, could we by chance see Dr. Anderson? I believe Y/N is feeling like she could go home.”

“Sure thing! Let me give him a call and he should be in to see you shortly to discuss what happened as well as when you can be discharged.”

With that, Amanda left the room, and you turned your attention back to Lars. You knew that you needed to tell him what happened, but you were afraid. Not because you thought that he would change his mind, but because you knew that he would want to confront Cole. You didn't want to see Lars or James get hurt. Not because of you.

You sighed and made your decision. Despite what you thought about them getting hurt, you told Lars everything. Told him how you kept a private savings account, worked overtime, took care of the house you and Cole shared, and put up with his threats and abuse. You laid everything out on the table. He watched you with sad angry eyes. It was only a matter of time before he told James, and you knew they would go see Cole.

It was inevitable.

[cryptic--writing]

HI 🦐🐺🧮🥤

1999 KIRK. VAMPIRE. YOU MEET HIM AT A CLUB. YOU DONT FIGURE OUT HES A VAMPIRE UNTIL U GET TO HIS PLACE. NASTY SEX. FROM THE BACK. FULL LENGTH MIRROR. BLOOD DRINKING. CHOKING.(?)

I’m a freak fr jus lmk 👅

hihi!

happy start of Halloween season!!!!! my fav time of year besides summer

highkey pissed at tumblr bc they wouldn't let me post but now they are

im typing all of this on the 24th but it wont be out until Monday prob (not nice enough to give y'all 2 fics in one day..)

also I'm reeditting this before it comes out so it comes out on Oct first bc vampire spooky and other ppl seem to do smut for cotover so if you know why or what that is lmk and perchance I could participate

anuyways this came out shitty but still post worthy and sorry for the wait!!

anyways

word count: 2k something

warnings: smut, drinking, choking, blood drinking, slight degradation, rough sex, poorly written smut, I'm prob forgetting some stuff so lmk

LATE NIGHT TREAT (1999)

I was wearing my best, well, not in the formal sense. My best clubbing clothes. Tight, sleek, short and revealing was my gorgeous black dress, small dark red stripes on the fabric. I had matching heels, a deep dark red. I was stunning, and it seems that the patrons of the club thought so as well, getting drinks offered by other men. None of them were interesting, the same losers who just wanted some fun for the night. Not that that wasn't what I was looking for, it just wasn't from them.

That was, until he offered me one.

“Mind if I get you a drink?” He asked. Something about him, so mysterious and alluring about him. His shoulder length black curls shone under the lights around us. I couldn't figure out what it was about him that was so…

“Yes, thank you,” I answered and he ordered for me.

“You here alone?” He asked, and I nodded.

“Mhm, just me,” I answered again.

“Really? No boyfriend? No nothing” He inquired.

“Yeah, seems so,” I answered with a soft giggle, he smiled.

“Im Kirk, by the way,” Kirk introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you then,” I answered back, smiling.

He nodded, “Mhm, nice to meet you too.. Y’know, I have a room at that fancy hotel down the street, maybe you'd wanna come with me..” Kirk offered in a sultry voice.

I smirked in response, “Sure, I wouldn't mind that at all..” I answered back, and we began to head to the hotel.

Once in his room, it wasn't long before things began to get heated. The door shut behind us and our lips met, gently at first before reaching a more passionate and deep level. Only knowing each other for mere minutes, though it felt like our bodies had known each other for centuries.

HE pushed me towards the bed, our mouths still ravishing each other, laying me down as he began to slip down my dress, my lace matching bra and panties being revealed to his hungry gaze, causing him to groan.

“Fuck, youre just..” He groaned out, beginning to work on his own clothes, stripping down to nothing. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of his hard and throbbing length, working on getting my lingerie off of me, each movement of his hands revealing a new piece of skin.

He unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts as he stared down at them, ogling. He leaned down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, moaning softly at the sensation, when I felt something sharp graze my sensitive skin, making me whine and arch into his touch before he pulled away, taking me into his sight.

There was something in his eyes, lust, desire, need, and another thing I couldn't exactly figure out. It wasn't human.

Kirk began to kiss his way down my body, starting and my neck and trailing down, licking and sucking occasionally, the sensations sending shivers down my spine until he reached the waistband of my lacy panties, looking up to makes eye contact as he bit on them, dragging them off of me with his teeth. The sight made me feel like I was getting wetter by the second, and I definitely was.

His eyes met my glistening cunt, and his pupils dilated.

“Soaked already, hm?” He teased with a grin, licking a stripe up my slit that made my back arch with a maon before he pulled away.

“Taste just as sweet as you look,” He murmured, “Get on fours,” Kirk instructed harshly, and I listened, getting on my hands and knees. Though, that wasn't enough for him, his hand being firmly placed on my back and pushing down, making me arch with my ass in the air, my face slumped into the sheets beneath me.

Kirk teased my hole with the tip, already dripping with precum before he reached down and gripped my hair tightly, pulling my head up, my eyes looking in the full length mirror in front of me.

“Eye contact, the full time. Needa see how nicely you can take my cock,” He purred, and I nodded.

Kirk began to push in, the size stretching my perfectly as I let out a loud moan as he bottomed out. He threw his head back, his mouth open, staring at him in the mirror, I saw something.

Two sharp teeth.

Two sharp canine teeth.

Vampires had become a threat as of recent, but I never heard of them just fucking pope. Maybe he was gonna kill me? I’d die happy.

He began pounding into me, hard and fast as he slapped my ass harshly, causing me to yelp out at the stinging sensation, sure that a mark of sorts would be left over.

Kirk's pace only increased, slamming into me harder and faster as I helplessly moaned and whimpered at his actions.

It was growing too much, my face burying itself back in the sheets before my head was yanked back up by my hair, another harsh slap on my skin.

“Did I say you could stop looking at me, hm?” He scolded me, pounding deeper as I moaned out in response. “Answer me baby, did I say you could stop?” Kirk asked, his tone dark.

I shook my head, “no..!” I moaned out before he let go of my hair.

“That's what I thought,” Kirk muttered before resuming pounding into me, searching for his own pleasure as I began to grow close to my release, fluttering around him as I strained my vocal chords from moaning, only able to muster out whimpers and whines.

Kirk didn't care about my exhaustion, only pounding harder as he grew closer and closer to his own release. He went deeper, harder, faster, hitting every spot in me he could reach, the sensations overwhelming me.

As if I couldn't grow anymore overstimulated, Kirk reached down and began to  toy with my sensitive clit, making me let out a sharp moan, whining and whimpering louder than before, his other hand reaching to snake around my neck, squeezing lightly as he choked me. Just hard enough to make me struggle to breathe and moan as loud.

“Shut up and take it, slut,” He degraded me, squeezing a bit tighter as he rubbed faster.

There was so much going on, tears began to fall from my eyes in pleasure and exhaustion, tightening around him further as I felt him lean forward, his mouth now near my ear as he gave a particularly hard squeeze to my neck, making me choke further before lessening his grip.

“Fuck, im gonna cum..” He warned in a loud groan, removing his hand from myu throat.

Then I felt a sharp pain in my neck, a piercing feeling as his hands were replaced by his sharp vampiric teeth, sucking the blood from my neck making me more and more woozy as I came all over his cock. 

He pulled away from my neck, “Gonna drain you and fill you up at the same time, hm?” He cooed in my ear as he latched his mouth back onto my neck, drinking more blood as he plowed into me one final time and sending his release through me.

Another moment later he pulled away from my neck, a hickey like bruise forming there from his harsh sucking. Kirk wiped his mouth, savoring the taste of my blood as he pulled out, looking at the mess of our combined fluids that now dripped out of me.

“Mmm, we'll have to do that again sometime. Taste just as good as you look,” Kirk complemented, heading into the bathroom to clean up, leaving me there, an exhausted mess that was spent from the means of a vampire.

[hammettsandwich]

I think I deleted the request I cant find it said passionate smut with kirk so😞😞

Just like that

I felt Kirks hand run down my side as he towered over me and kissed me. My hands under his shirt, resting on his stomach. We walked to our bedroom while maintaining the kisses.

Kirk swung the door open and I broke the kiss before laying down on the bed. Kirk climbed on and took his shirt off along with his jeans, leaving him in his black boxers.

He reached for me and took off my shirt. His fingers working quick to unclasp my bra. I did the rest of the work and took off my pants and underwear.

"You're beautiful baby.." I whimpered at his praise. His hands trailed down my body, I was impatient. My hands tugged at his boxers.

"Take 'em off.." Kirk nodded and slipped out of them. His cock hitting his stomach. He gave it a few lazy strokes. His thumb was pressed against my clit, rubbing it in circles.

"Come on.. Hurry up.." I was squirming slightly. Kirk chuckled and positioned himself in between me. "Okay, Okay."

I held the bedsheets tightly as I felt him enter inside of me. I bucked my hips and let a moan. "Oh gosh.."

Kirk stayed still for a few moments before slowly moving. He leaned down and held my head. His mouth was next to my ear, whispering sweet nothings. "You feel so good, I love you so much."

"Right there.. Just like that Kirk, please." I let out more soft whimpers. It felt like I was on cloud nine.

Kirk wasn't going to fast or too slow. Just the right pace. I wrapped my arms around him and let out another moan. "Kirk I'm gonna cum.." My hips bucked slightly.

"Cum for me.. You've been doing so well.." Kirk planted kisses around my jawline. I let out a gasp as I reached my climax.

Kirk did a few more thrusts before pulling out of me. He stroked himself a few times before ropes of cum fell onto my chest.

He collapsed beside me. I grabbed the closest thing to me which was Kirks shirt. I cleaned up the stinky mess that was on my stomach and tossed it somewhere in the room.

I turned over to face Kirk. His arms wrapped around me, I did the same to him. My face was buried in his chest.

"You did so good. I love you so much y'know? Kirk said before kissing the top of my head. I smiled and cuddled closer.

"I know. I love you too."

Woah🦔

[xanticore]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐓

Genre: fluff

Setting: mid 2010s ,, L.A.

Warnings: a bit of an age gap, but reader is over 22 while James is in his early 50s.

Summary: You were hired by Lars Ulrich to babysit his kids. You and his kids were hanging out by the neighborhood pool when suddenly James came to the pool with his own. You always had a crush on him and your friend was there to help you throughout the process of you talking to him...despite you being extremely scared. ( for no reason because he a teddy bear fr lool )

A/N: i honestly dreamt about this when i was napping today. i thought it would be cute for me to put it in fic form

James is a single dad

You and the two kids were walking along the sidewalk on your guys way to the pool. The sky was clear and the sun was blazing down. The kids were bored at home so you thought it was nice to have some exercise and enjoy the day. They were walking next to you, talking about anime and video games-which you didn't fully understand but you still thought it was cool when they occasionally asked you this or that questions. Upon arriving, it was just us three there which had Myles and Layne be extremely happy.

They wasted no time in throwing their stuff on a pool bench and jumping into the pool together-causing some of the cold water to hit you. "You guys be careful ok?"

"OK!"

The two laughed as you laid your towel down on the bench laying right under the big umbrella shade. It was perfect. You took out your book and read for about 30 minutes or so. Your friend, Lani was an off duty lifeguard but did her check ups of the new employees before heading over towards you. "I knew I'd catch you here. How's the two trouble makers?"

Your eyes went up to see your friend and instantly had a grin on your face. "Hey Lani! and no trouble makers here. They are occupied with their water guns and ben10 toys to even think about doing something bad." You joked, laying your book down and grabbing a water.

The two of you talked which seems like an hour or two. The kids were out the pool taking a quick lunch break; talking amongst themselves while you still chatted with Lani.

"MYLES! LAYNE!" You heard two kid voices and footsteps running towards you. "Hey you two!!" Myles got up to hug Marcella and Castor. "Hi miss Lani, I miss (name)" Castor yelled, causing you to give a chuckle and wave. Since they are here, you saw James walk through the gate putting the kid's stuff down. You're heart skipped a beat; making you sit up abruptly.

"What the-" Lani said confused as you startled her. She took notice of the fact you kept eyeing James. He was shirtless, only wearing his black swim trunks. "Ohh I understand-"

"Huh? what nooo pfftt nah he's wayy too old for me-" You quickly argued trying to shut her down and ignored the fact that she had a big smirk on her face. "Be for real right now (name) I know you have a thing for him." She leaned closer to whisper in your ear.

You huffed, rolling your eyes. You couldn't deny it because it was obvious in your stiff body language and sudden lack of communication. You knew you had a think for older men but not to his age. You didn't know why he would make you be so drawn to you. Was it his build? tattoos? personality? all the above? All you knew that he was your type but you couldn't make moves-scared you would get rejected.

"The scary jitters I know...but...Im his kids swimming teacher at the recreation center. Maybe I can help you get to talk to him?"

You listened to her offer as you chewed the inside of your cheek. You relaxed a bit, nodding afterwards. "Tell me how I should go about this-"

Lani went into detail on how to approach him and even how to start conversations. It really didn't help but instead it gave you unnecessary anxiety for no reason. Some key points you did take in consideration was confidence. Standing straight and making sure you look presentable. On the other hand; you are an introvert. The talking part was where you were struggling. You knew him and he knew you; conversation wouldn't be too hard you thought.

"Look, the kids are playing, he's over there on his phone. its the perfect time to get your ass over to that silver fox and make. Some. Moves!" Lani tried boosting your spirits up and that made you stand up and walk towards the spot he was laying down at. "Hey James~" You said a bit nervously. You're voice was shakey but he didn't seem to notice it.

He looked up and gave you a smile before sitting up. "Hey (name) I didn't know you was baby sitting~" He lied. James knew Lars was going to be out and about with his other son today. What he didn't expect was for you to be at the pool as well. You sat down at the edge and tried your best not to make a fool out of yourself.

You looked over at Lani, giving you the double thumbs up. You giggled a bit before turning your attention back to the man next to you. "Yeah im hanging out with them today. it's been fun so far."

"Enjoying yourself though?"

"I am actually. a perfect get away from staying inside all day. I didn't wanna miss out, you know?"

"I understand. Thats why i'm here as well"

You guys made good conversations and took a moment to realize he is very easy to talk to. Each conversation was more intriguing than the last and he was also one to crack dad jokes here and there-you couldn't help but laugh or just tell him not to say something corny again, which happily understood.

The two of you made ways in the pool, playing marco polo with the water guns and match of pool volleyball. James was sometimes very close to you without him noticing it and it made you blush everytime you were near his chest. It was hard for you to not just hug him tightly out of nowhere, but you kept your composure and went on with the pool games.

Lani gave you a quick wink before heading out. You were now scared because your friend wasn't there to give you anymore tips.

"Hey, (name) after this, you think you would like to grab dinner with me?"

James asked, his voice sounded focus and wasn't expecting him to say that as he was aiming shots at Layne and Castor. "Pardon-"

"Only if you..you want to of course-"

"Yeah sure, I would love to go."

"Great...because I was nervous that you probably wouldn't, but im happy you do~"

You smiled to yourself keeping all your excitement to yourself. All your weight was off your shoulders knowing the feelings were mutual.

a/n: then i woke up. i hope yall enjoy my first james fic.

dividers: cr to owners

[fasteddiesstrat]

warning: fanfic spoilers below the cut!!!!!

today is not only an emotional day, but especially emotional bc in one of my stories i’m writing (more so imagining bc when am i actually doing any writing) the accident does still happen, but cliff does end up surviving by some sort of miracle after being in critical condition as well as a coma for a bit. although he was not expected to survive based on how brutal the accident was. jason does still go on to join the band bc cliff has a long road of recovery ahead of him but eventually makes a full one.

then he and his girlfriend savannah, one of my oc’s go on to get married and have a few children together.

oh my god cliff would’ve been such a cool dad WHAT IS WRONG WITH MEEEEE

[allmoshnobrain]

Heartbreaker | A Metallica and Megadeth x OC fanfiction

"In that moment, I wanted him so much I could barely breathe — I only wished he felt the same.

I’m not sure I could bear it if he didn’t."

Eleanore (better known as Nore) was only 18 years old when she moved out of her house. She chose to live with her cousin, Cliff, in the same house where his band was staying - and got involved with all of them much more than she had ever expected to get involved with someone...

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Read chapter 1 here (English) or here (Brazilian Portuguese)

[xanticore]

screaming without the S

so, i lost the req, but basically someone asked for "take a pic" and "picture us" to be a full on series.. so i might have did something..

જ⁀➴ ⌞ 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑯 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 ⌝ 𖦹๋࣭⭑

90s!James Hetfield x Reader

Chapters May Contain Smut.

“At first, I wouldn't have believed in what they call as 'Fate'. The only thing I ever belived in was to work and get money and feed myself. Silly hook ups, maybe. There wasn't much to expect from men these days anyways.

That is until that night I saw him in that damn dressing room.

He was a charmer, famous, rich, talented. Everything every girl wished for. If it was lucky enough for me to be hired to photograph for his band, I don't know what made me give in to be wrapped around his finger ever since that night. And I don't know how, but it seemed as if he was wrapped around my own finger as well.

Since that moment, his guitar seemed to strum love melodies to my heart.

And my camera seemed to shutter with a flash of love for him.„

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖.ᐟ ⤵

📷 𝐈 : ⌞ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐂 ⌝

📸 𝐈𝐈 : ⌞ 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐒 ⌝

More flashes of love to come..

[iheartjameshetfield]

lord forgive me for i am about to sin 🙏🙏

i truly believe that during this specific era, james had the biggest size kink. so big it would drive him feral.

he’s just obsessed with making you seem small just so that he could take care of you in every way possible. he loves how his large hands can cover up almost your entire torso when he’s holding you, fucking into you.

he loves seeing his bulge appear in your stomach. it just makes him fuck you even deeper, wanting to see how big the bulge could get. or the way he rests his elbows on each side of you, trapping you and you try to claw onto him.

whenever you suck him off, he always has to bring his cock to your face, comparing you to him as he wonders how the fuck were you supposed to put all that in your mouth?? he spits over your lips, bringing his hand down to grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open with his thumb, making you suck on it. after he pulls his thumb out, he’d bring his tip, smearing his precum against your lips before motioning for you to open your mouth, tapping his cock on your tongue.

he couldn’t wait anymore, so without any warning, he thrusts himself into your mouth, making you gag. he sees the mark of your lipstick near his base, he lets out a breathy moan. you bring up both of your hands to stroke him, wanting him to feel as good as possible. he loves pulling out paint your face, wanting to make you look as messy as possible with your unruly hair and runny mascara and smeared lipstick. he spreads his cum all over your face, feeding some of it to you.

he remembers the time you wanted to be the one on top for once. you had never tried this position with him yet. he was so gentle, murmuring sweet words of encouragement. you were sat on top of him, knees on each side as you stroke his cock. when you’re ready, he has his hands on your hips, lifting you so he could set you on his dick very slowly. the sight was almost comedic, seeing your eyes pop out as you hiss from the stretch.

“it’s okay, sweet girl, take your time.”

you whine and whimper when you finally take all of him, causing james to groan as he brings his hand to the bulge that appeared in your stomach, rubbing his hand there and around your tummy. you were so tight around him, and he tried his hardest to resist the urge from fucking you at an inhuman pace, but with the way you were clenching around him, he couldn’t take it slow much longer.

he got up from the couch, effortlessly carrying you with him as he cradled you with one arm, and the other rests beside your head against the wall as he fucks mercilessly into you. you cry out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you muffle the sounds of your whines into the crook of his neck. it didn’t take long for the both of you to cum. he brings the hand that was resting against the wall and uses it to stroke your hair, mumbling sweet words as he peppers you kisses,

“you did so good for me, princess. i didn’t hurt you, did i?” he coos.

he continues to baby you, setting you on the couch to clean the cum from his thighs and from you. he lays down on the couch next to you, bringing you into his arms as you both fall asleep, his arm wrapping around the entirety of you.

this absolutely sucked i’m sorry but i just needed to get this out of my system.

[hetfieldml]

FUCKIN HOMO 😡