#castor hetfield

[duffsmckagan]

Next Gen Metallica: Castor Hetfield , Tye Trujillo, Layne Ulrich, and Myles Ulrich!

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

james and castor on drums ♡

[heavnlyhetfield]

castor <3

[metalbrojack]

When their dads are guitarist but they end up being drummers >>>

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Can you do a Castor fic with Kirk daughter, they are secretly dating, I think that would be cool (anything ignore this XD)

A/n: I don't know if this is exactly what you were talking about but more Castor is always good

Warnings: None

Sneaking behind your dads backs was the easiest thing in the world while also being impossible.

On the one hand, you could freely be inseparable, you had been together pretty much since birth, as friends anyway. When Castor eventually confessed to you, accidently of course, it was as if nothing changed. Maybe you sat a bit closer when you watched movies, spent more nights over than usual, nothing big.

On the other end, your dads were close too, always around. If you were at Castor's house, James was at the house, if Castor was at your house, Kirk was at your house. More often than not there was always some form of supervision, purposefully or not.

You told your dad you were going on a trip with some friends, it's all you'd been talking about for months and months but as soon as Kirk asked who those friends were you shut it down and averted the question somewhere else.

However, Kirk had to know at some point, and there was just no getting past it. So, you blurted out a random friends name. Your bestfriend, it made sense, Kirk knew them, had met them and trusted them. He let you go after calling, and, your friend being the friend they are, went along with this little plan without hesitation.

All was well and you were set to go off with Castor on tour with Bastardane, even once you on tour there was nothing off about anything, until you got that god forsaken text.

"Your dad knows"

Kirk had been shopping and apparently ran into the friend that was supposed to be on the road with you. Crazy enough, they weren't.

Kirk didn't text you while you were away, not about meeting your friend, anyway. He asked how you were, how your trip was, normal things.

It wasn't until you came back that he said anything.

Castor dropped you off at the end of the driveway, hoping to get home scotch free. That is, until James yelled at him to get out of the car, saying that they had to have a talk.

You were both sat down at on the couch, pillows set up like a wall between you as yours dads lectured you. They just wanted to make sure you were being safe, you wanted to kill yourself as you listened to the two go on about sex, Castor looked to be in the same boat.

Now that they knew there was no more sneaking around. Which also meant no more alone time, you had to keep your doors open when you were alone, communication was key for them to allow this. Both your parents were fine with your relationship, a little too comfortable at times, always making jokes. At least you weren't the only one not laughing at Kirk's jokes.

You would tell your dad if you were going over to Castor's or if he was coming over. You were allowed visits even when they weren't around, neither parent was especially strict, they just wanted to know you were safe.

You also got to use James's power against Castor anytime he got on your nerves. You'd never actually go through with it but just seeing the look of panic on his face anytime you brought it up was good enough.

[killerqueenhetfield]

STOP THIS IS SO CUTE

[marcusbassp2]

The water is too cold.

[llittletingoddess]

Collectively going feral over this, right?

[riveroflayne]

can we talk abt him for a second..

[bubbledtee]

CASTOOORRRRRR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[duffsmckagan]

Like father, like son

[catatonicsymphony]

scenario ⸝⸝ it's somewhere around the time range 2023 - 2024, it's decently recent, and the member of a band named bastardane has arrived to the party. the drummer, castor hetfield, james’ hetfield’s son! he saw his bandmates on tumblr and decided to try it.

headcanons/identity ⸝⸝ castor is bisexual questioning, he's kinda in the closeted phase where he's not sure yet, he’s also just cisgender, but he's fine with the usage of any pronouns, she/her, they/them, and he/him.

[heavnlyhetfield]

finally found a pic of castor at the bastardane show i missed 🥺

he’s got his dad’s horse teeth

[metalbrojack]

Castor was so pouty 😭

Like cheer up a little bit buddy 💔

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Can you do a castor fic where the reader is also in a band? your castor fics are soo good btw <3

A/n: tysm <3 I'm so glad people love Castor as much as I do! I need to write for him more :') I know not many people write for him, I've also been thinking about London Hudson(Slash's son) a lot recently and was wondering if anyone would be interested in something about him🤔

Warnings: Smut, finger(f receiving), oral(f receiving), squirting, size!kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Bastardane was going on tour and decided to bring along another band with them, that band just so happened to be yours. You were the drummer of another small band and when you guys were offered the chance to go on tour with another metal band you took it with open arms.

The tour wasn’t a break for your band as you were working on songs for your next album, the driving was a good opportunity for writing and banging out some good riffs and whatnot for when you got back, and when you did you guys went straight to the nearest studio.

During your time with Bastardane your band got pretty close with them. They were great people with great energies to be around and it made the whole trip such a positive experience.

You ended up especially close with the other drummer, Castor. You kept chalking it up to being because you were both drummers but on more than one occasion you two had been caught cuddling together, dancing together and doing other romantic things. Still, you refused to believe it was anything more than just being friendly... 

This particular day you were so tired of everyone and everything. You dropped by a grocery store because you were running low on food, a group of girls started following you around and doing whatever they could to make your time a living hell. A random dude yelled at you when your card didn’t work the first try and you almost left without any of your things.

Finally, when you thought you were in a place where you could get out some of that anger you kept messing up on your parts. You started too soon, too late. You hit the wrong drum, repeatedly. Nothing was going your way.

Your band went to get lunch, they wanted you to come but you declined, refusing to leave until you’d gotten through a full song with no mistakes. They asked you over and over again to come with them but you wouldn’t budge and they eventually left with the intention to bring you back something to eat.

Not long after they left you heard a knock on the door and it fucked up what you were playing. You threw your drumstick and it bounced off your hi-tom. The door opened and in came Castor, although he entered hesitantly after having seen your little fit.

“How’s it going?” He asked with a soft smile as he slowly came closer to you. You reached over to pick up your stick and went back to getting through the song, starting at the beginning again. “That good, huh?” You didn’t hear him, choosing instead to just go harder until you had it right.

It wasn’t that easy and you made another mistake. This time you just froze and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before throwing your stick again. It made it across the room and hit the wall on the other side with enough force that it snapped in half.

Seeing the two pieces on the floor you just sat back on your seat and let out the breath you took. Your seat rocked and you tipped back, landing hard on your tailbone. “Mother fucker!” You yelled, getting up and throwing the seat away as well. You were huffing and could feel tears brimming in your eyes.

A hand came on your shoulder and you turned to see Castor looking down at you with a worried expression. “Uh, I was told you were having a rough day.” He said, glancing around the room. “Didn’t know it was quite this bad.”

“Oh, fuck off, would you?” You groaned and went to get your seat back.

“Why don’t you take a break?” He asked, trying to keep a calm tone in hopes of calming you down as well. “Might help clear your mind so you could get it right without putting a hole in the wall.” He had a small smile, adding a teasing hint to his voice.

You dropped your seat back in its spot. “I don’t need a break.” You grumbled.

“I think you do.” Again he turned you to face him.

“I’m fine, I just need to get this right.” You said, taking a step. Castor stopped you, lifted you onto your drumset with ease.

“You’re taking a break.” He repeated more firmly. You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest.

“What, am I just supposed to sit here?” You looked up at Castor and noticed his gaze was wandering. “Cas?” His eyes quickly met yours and he gave a small hum in acknowledgement. You looked down to see what he’d been looking at.

You were wearing a skirt, a tight faux leather one, one that rode up your thighs when you spread your legs even slightly and revealed your panties at the right angle. You looked back up at Castor and his gaze had fallen to your panties again, this time he seemed less embarrassed to do so, biting his lower lip.

You enjoyed the way he looked at you. Hungry, lustful eyes, a window into his filthiest thoughts.

Castor got on his knees between your legs, looking up at you for affirmation that this was ok. You bit your lip and give him a quick nod. He pushed your skirt up a little more and pulled your panties down your thighs. He admired your slick folds for a moment, pressing a few kisses to your inner thighs before lapping up your juices.

You watched him between your head rolling back and your eyes closing from the pleasure. He was watching you, seeing what made you feel the best, how your face morphed when he did something you liked.

He pushed one long digit into you, curling it inside you until he heard a noise he liked. He proceeded to hit that same spot over and over again, relishing the way it made you squirm.

When he noticed you were close he pulled away. You whined loudly at the sudden lack of sensation only to calm right down when Castor undid his jeans and pulled himself out of his boxers. His cock was hard and leaking, begging for you just as much as you were for him.

He held a hand out to you. “Spit.” He ordered. You did as you were told and spit in his hand. He stroked himself a few times, using your saliva as lube before pushing himself into you.

You let out a loud gasp as he hit deep inside you, making your stomach bulge slightly. You always thought you just liked that he was taller than you because it made cuddling easier, you’d never thought it would go deeper than that. Both figuratively and literally.

Castor gave you a moment to adjust to his size, not moving until you told him he could. He went slow at first, trying to savour the feelings but soon the sounds you were making got to him and he couldn’t stop himself from going faster.

He held your hips as he rammed his hips into you, making you moan louder and louder. He groaned in your ear, mumbling about how good you felt around him, how badly he wanted this.

A knot built in your gut, a familiar yet different feeling. “Fuck, Cassey, ‘m gonna cum.” You mumbled. Your hands were on the toms behind you, needing to hold onto something. Castor moved a hand and started rubbing circles on your clit. You came hard around him, watching your cum squirt over his abdomen, soaking into his shirt and jeans.

You knocked your cymbals over and the rest of the set eventually went down with it, drowning out both your sounds. Castor didn’t stop. He held you close while he fucked you, bouncing you on his dick. You could feel him twitching inside you, ready to burst and soon he did. You could feel his hot cum hitting your gummy walls while he moaned into your ear.

He carefully set you back down farther away from the fallen drums. You pulled your skirt back down, Castor examined your drumset. “Nothing seems broken.” He said, picking up your panties off the floor and shoving them in his pocket. He got himself back into his damp pants before turning to you.

You had a knowing look, your arms crossed over your chest once more. “What?” He asked, feigning innocence. He patted the small bump in his pocket. “I’m keeping these.” You smiled at him, taking a few steps closer and leaning up to kiss him. Knowing that he’s a giraffe, he met you halfway.

When you pulled away you looked back to the mess, chewing your cheek. “I don’t wanna clean this up.” You said, looking to Castor for an answer.

“Lunch?” He asked, holding a hand out for you to take. You happily accepted the offer and followed him out of the studio.

[killerqueenhetfield]

THIS IS SO CUTE