#hetbangers club

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James Hetfield imagine (early 80s)

Requested by anon 

 A/N: I am sooooo sorry this took so long – I’m gonna get working soon to get to the rest of the requests done so I can have some qued for yall.

               You had never shared an apartment with anyone but your friend from college, so staying in one frequented by four wild boys was quite a transition.  You had both moved to San Francisco together about a year ago to get away from your “boring lives,” but you soon realized that living on your own in a strange city was more work than play.  Especially when your friend met a rich boy and decided to move in with him, leaving you to find a place cheap enough to afford on your meager payroll.  

               That’s when you decided to look for a new roommate – but ended up with four. . . .  You had first met James at a bar on a Friday night, you had been captivated by his piercing blue eyes as he smiled at you from across the room.   You were surprised at how well the two of you got along; it was as if you’d known him for years.  He invited you to see his band play at a club downtown the next weekend, and you could hardly wait to see him again.  You loved watching them play, you had never heard anything as loud or as fast as this band before, and you loved every minute of it.

Hanging out after the show, he mentioned needing to find a more affordable place to live.  Soon enough, you had both agreed that living together would beneficial for both of you, since you could split the rent and both needed a new living situation asap. Well, it would at least be beneficial for him, since you were the one with the steady job, but the thought of sharing an apartment with your attractive new friend was more than enough to convince you to abandon your better judgment.  At least until you found out his bandmates would be coming too, you almost backed out, but thought,

“Oh well, if they’re all paying rent, it’s less money out of my pocket. What’ve I got to lose?”

You certainly didn’t think very far ahead and soon lost all hope of ever having a clean living space, as well as any semblance of privacy.  There were people coming and going constantly, you almost never had any time alone anymore.  The only thing that kept you there was your feelings for James, which grew stronger and stronger by the day.  You were left wishing you could tell him somehow, but you were also scared he wouldn’t  feel the same way – even though you had become good friends and spent so much time together.   So many negative thoughts clouded your head. What if he wants to stay “just friends.” What if it put a rift in his relationship with the boys? Would they be jealous? Could we still all live together?

You had been so lost in thought during your drive home from work that you forgot the boys had all gone out drinking for the evening – and there were no friends or other band members or anyone at the apartment for once, leaving you with the peace and quiet that you’d missed so much since moving here. You cleared the beer bottles off the table and made yourself a nice dinner – for once uninterrupted by ravenous roommates.   And yet, you thought of James the whole time.  You wished he was there, and that you could talk – that you could finally be alone long enough to share your feelings with him.  All these thoughts only made you lonelier . . . and more turned on.  The more you thought about being with him, the worse it got.   Finally you decided to escape your self-pity by just going to bed.

Or so you thought.  You lay on the bed, with no intention of going to sleep. Not even bothering to get undressed or pull the comforter off the bed, you were still thinking of James. Slowly, you reached under your shirt and unhooked your bra, flung it off the bed, ran your cold hands up your torso. You cupped one of your breasts with one hand, and began unzipping you pants with other.  Your fingers slid down into your underwear, making you inhale sharply.

In the other room, James started to come to, and realize that his friends had left him behind – napping – while they went out to drink.  At first he couldn’t believe his luck, but then he couldn’t believe his luck.  Standing in the hallway, he could hear his name coming from your room.  As quietly as possible, he tiptoed closer till he was standing in the open doorway.

“Oh. . . James. . . .,” you were moaning under your breath.

Though the room was dark, little beams of streetlights poured in through the cracks in the blinds and  he could clearly see your hand down your pants and your chest rising and falling rhythmically. He stood there at the door frame for a minute, dumbfounded, not believing his ears.   The girl who had been on his mind all these weeks, had him on her mind as well.  

“Oh my God. . . .,” he thought he said to himself.

Your eyes opened in an instant and you saw his silhouette in the entrance of your room.  

“It’s not what it looks like!” you said without thinking, as you sat up and put both your hands behind you.  

“Are you sure? I was really hoping it was,” James replied skeptically, clearly not buying your hasty excuse.  “If you feel things for me, don’t play gam--,” he tried to continue but you cut him off.

“Yes.  I do have feelings for you. I have since I met you, but I was too worried about the consequences, and what would happen to our living situation, and. . . .,” your rapid fire of words suddenly trailed off as he moved to stand in front of you.

“I’m glad I finally found out somehow, because I was beginning to drive myself crazy just thinking about you every day.” He leaned down to kiss you.  “Don’t worry about what the boys will think, or what will happen.  If we want this to work, then dammit! It’ll work,” he gave you a wicked smile.

“Well are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna finish the job?” you questioned, gesturing to your unzipped jeans.  

He glanced down and his grin morphed into an expression of sheer hunger. Without hesitation he slipped your shirt off, and then his own.  Laying you back down on the bed, he slid his strong hands down your torso before tugging down your jeans; every touch felt 100x better than it had been when it was just you alone, just a few minutes ago.  You ran your hands along the crotch of his jeans as you felt your way do undo his belt. He was already hard from watching you – if it wasn’t so dark, he would’ve noticed you blush even more.  As he pulled your waistband down your legs, you trembled at every movement he made.  You couldn’t help but feel complete, after what seemed like years and years of waiting and wanting.

His hand slid down and started where you had left off, at first rubbing your clit, then venturing further down to feel just how wet you were.   Pleased, James hurriedly flung your panties off from around your ankles and pushed you legs up.  You thoroughly enjoyed every second of him entering you, and you moaned his name – this time for real.  You both seemed made perfectly to fulfill each other’s needs, as a throaty moan soon escaped his lips as well.   He pushed further in and began rolling his hips against you, making you shudder in pleasure.  His hands wandered you body, resting behind your head just long enough to tilt your lips to his in a fiery kiss.  A tangle of blond locks brushed against your face and neck; you moved it away from his ear and whispered between moans.

“Oh …  James… I’m... so close….”

“Me – fuck… me too,” he breathed

His hips rolled harder as he thrust deeply once more before you both climaxed, his thrusts slowly growing sloppier until he finished.   He gradually seemed to lose all strength, and his sweaty body began to melt into your frame.  He lay there for a few minutes, taking in the sensation of your warm breaths on his neck.

Later you were both cleaned up, dressed and sitting on the couch watching tv when the boys finally stumbled into the apartment.  

“Hope you don’t mind we decided to let ya sleep,” Cliff smiled sweetly, as if they hadn’t ditched him for such a dumb reason.

“Nah, it’s fine, all that extra rest really did me good,” James responded without missing a beat, hoping he didn’t sound too fake.

As they moved along out of the living room, Lars grumbled something about never being able to tell whether or not James was being a “sarcastic little fuck.”

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I love how every1 here is talking about Jaymz I wanna be part of the Hetbangers club

Ahah we even have a logo now!

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Load era James Hetfield imagine

A/N: for the anons who requested a dominant reader imagine and a "dirty valentines" one. Hope y'all don't mind me combining the two - I just thought they'd work well together. :)      You had really wished you didn't have to work on Valentine's day this year, but it was a small comfort knowing James had to work too. Well, "work," because recording album seemed almost like play compared to your job.       "As long as I make it home before him," you thought to yourself.      You had both decided beforehand to stay in for the evening, and you were determined to make this year's Valentine's all the more memorable.      During your commute, all you could think of was all the brand new lingerie that you had purchased especially for this night.  As soon as you were sure you certain were the first one home, you hurried to the bedroom and unwrapped the tissue paper that was hiding the garments. You wasted no time in putting them on -- you knew James would be trying to get home earlier than usual today.  You put on your tallest black stilettos and decided to curl your hair, hesitating when you realized James would probably have it in a mess within seconds.      "I guess I just won't let him touch it this time," you said to yourself with a devilish grin.       No sooner had you finished primping, you heard James, car outside the window.       You waited until for the click of the door being unlocked, then you stepped out into the hall.  James' eyes widened and he dropped the bouquet of roses he'd been carrying.  You couldn't help but smile at the childlike wonder on his features. As he stepped towards you, his expression quickly changed to match his determined stride.  It was empowering to evoke such a reaction, and you knew from that moment on that it was you, not James, who would be in control tonight.      "You... you look... ," James fumbled for words.      You held him at arm's length as he reached to pick you up.  "You can look, but you can't touch," you said with a wink. He stifled a groan, but you pretended not to notice as you strutted over to the stereo and put on "Poison" by Alice Cooper. You instructed James to sit on the couch as you first danced, then strip-teased to the song, taunting him mercilessly.  By the last chorus, you had lost everything but your heels and thong.     You stood, straddling his knees as you pulled his tee-shirt over his head. His broad chest began to rise and fall more visibly with his heavy breathing.  He had tried to wrap his hands around your waist and pull you on to him, but instead, you grabbed them and held them as you began kissing him.  Keeping your body just a few inches away, you pushed him back down on the coach everytime he tried to make a move.   Your nails dug into his wrists as the two of you continued to make out.      "You know I wouldn't have to wait like this if I didn't want too... ," James breathed between kisses, "but I actually kinda like you being in control."      "Well good," you smiled at him mischievously, "because you're definitely gonna be on the bottom tonight."       "As you wish, *cowgirl*. But can you please take those off first?" He pointed at your stilettos, which must've looked extremely dangerous to him.      "I guess I'll give ya that. Everything else is my way though, " you winked.     You kicked off your shoes as you both headed for the bedroom.  James watched you as you slid off your lacy underwear, and you enjoyed how hard it made him. You pushed his shoulders back down against the mattress as you loosened his belt and unzipped his jeans. He whined as your fingernails grazed down his thighs, slowly tugging off his boxers. He was more horny than ever now, as you began to crawl over him.  His hips rolled upward as he tried to find some form of gratification.      "Please... ," he half whispered, half growled.    "Please what?"     "Just please."      Finally, and without warning, you let him enter, releasing the tension that had been building for so long.  He let out a deep moan as his hips bucked forward, making you scream. You couldn't control him anymore. All the charm and allure in the world was no match for his energy and raw power.  You leaned forward, hands beside his head to steady yourself as he began massaging your breasts.  Together, you found your rhythm, and your hips began to move along with each of his hard thrusts.      It felt like he was somehow going and deeper and deeper with every movement; soon you were at the perfect angle and his body moved against your's in all the right spots. Your perfect hair had began to hang limp as you leaned down into his sweaty neck.  He moaned deeply underneath you, and you knew he was almost there.  You both hit your peak in unison - you tightening around him one last time before falling on the bed next to him.      You laced your fingers through his as you both laid there, bodies glistening with sweat, until your breathing evened.    "Well," you turned to him, "was that worth the wait?"      "Ohhh yeah, darlin, you bet it was... Happy Valentine's Day."

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James Hetfield (2010s) imagine

A/N: For anon who requested “like 80% smut and 20% fluff” lol hope this is what you had in mind

The smell of a homemade steak dinner wafted through the house. You had spent the better part of the afternoon preparing for James’ return and were just putting the finishing touches on the meal when you heard footsteps outside the front door.      The long, even strides were a stark contrast to your racing heart. You had been dreaming of this moment for months… . Ever since the first day of this past tour you had been aching for him; you had missed him so much you were all but sick with anticipation.  It seemed as though an hour had passed by the time you heard his key in the lock.      Within seconds his smiling face appeared in the doorway, and he wasted no time marching across the room and scooping you up in his arms. You felt like you were living in a movie as he breathed softly into the back of your neck, telling you over and over again how much he missed you. He smelt so sweet and familiar, and you wished you never had to leave his embrace… .       But as soon as he smelled the steak, he had set you down and proceeded to the kitchen, telling you about how hungry the traveling had made him - and how much he missed when you’d cook for him.      After dinner, throughout which he had never stopped complementing your cooking, he helped you clear the table.  More like, half helped, half took every chance he could to stand behind you, wrap his arms around you, and give you a peck on the cheek.  Needless to say, you picked up on his behaviour fairly quickly, and you were soon both headed to your bedroom.      Again, he had scooped you up - this time carrying you all the way up the stairs and placing you in the middle of the king sized bed. He pulled your shirt off, but you stopped him before he could take off your pants.      “Wait!“  You slid off the bed and started to undo his belt.      “I have a better idea,” you purred.      He gave you a wink as he moved to the edge of the mattress and allowed you to pull his jeans down. You slid the tee shirt off his muscular torso, and kissed each of his collarbones. As you began to work your way down his torso, you felt him exhale shakily at your touch. What you were doing was working, but just to make sure, you felt him through his boxers. This only turned him on more. Without hesitation, you pulled down on his waistband, and he helped you work it down over his hips.      You spit in your hand and used it to wet him just a little before going down on him - slow at first, but gradually speeding up. His hand reached down tangled in your soft hair, guiding you up and down. “Fuck…,” be breathed, “But why don’t you come up here now?” His strong arms lifted you up onto the bed with him. In no time, he was removing your pants and unclasping your bra. You stood on your knees, hovering above him as he gently pulled your panties down your thighs. The slow movement of his calloused fingertips along your legs drove you wild in a mere second. Once they were off, you playfully pushed his shoulders back down against the bed. Down on all fours, you moved over him, slowly lowering yourself. Your two bodies met in perfect rhythm. He moaned as his hips thrust upward. It had been too long and he felt better than you remembered. After a few more thrusts, you sat up and rode him, enjoying the fact that he sometimes let you take control like this. Your hands on his, his on your hips, you were able to move just the right angle - getting you very close to finishing. Your sighs got louder, and his moans got deeper; both of you bringing each other to the edge. You welcomed the tingling sensation deep within you and readily it consume your whole body. You felt him release and then you collapsed forward onto his panting chest, lying still together until your breathing evened. You awoke late the next morning to golden sunshine pouring into your room. Carefully, you rolled over to face the still sleeping James. The soft sunrise reflected off his greying locks, making them sparkle. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched his sleeping form. This was it, this was where you both belonged

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Yeah my fave song is Cat But True by Cattallica and James Catfield is my fave (I saw this in the Sad But True video and had to post it here) (Insert crappy early 2000s MS paint as I draw cat ears and whiskers and nose and all that lmao)

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James Hetfield hair evolution

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James Hetfield imagine

Imagine waiting backstage with James before a show. He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso and began to whisper in your ear all the things he'd like to do to you after the show. . .     His hot breath made your hair stand on end and little shivers run up and down your spine.  The touch of his powerful hands reminded you of how much bigger he is than you, stature - wise, and it only made you more eager for the late night with him.  

         * * * * *

    You had waited until the last song was over before excitedly making your way to the tour bus. Heart pounding, you slipped between venue staff and roadies - avoiding all people and obstacles with ease. There was one thing on your mind and it made your focus crystal clear.     The maze of halls and corridors was nearly solved; you were close to back of the venue now. Close to where the bus was parked... Close to James.     A firm grasp on your shoulder sent you spinning 180 degrees. A million thoughts passed though your mind before a second hand gripped your other shoulder, leaving you face to face with the object of your desire.     "And where do you think you're going so fast?", James' voice was almost nothing but a low whisper, after playing a whole set and chasing after you shortly after.     "T- to the bus," you responded, slightly confused.     Did he not remember all the promises he made just an hour ago?     "Fuck that", a little more feeling in his voice now that he'd caught his breath. "Too far away. Let's find somewhere a little more... 'now'."     He was already striding down the hall, with you in tow, struggling to match his determined strides. Without warning, he turned sharply and the two of you were suddenly in a dimly lit room. The weak lighting revealed shelves of old sound equipment, not much else.     In one swift move, James locked the door and pinned you to the wall behind it. His hold on you so tight, you felt as though he could snap your fragile frame in two if he wanted. You could feel his stubble gently scratching against your neck as he trailed sloppy kisses behind your ear and down to your collarbone, every now and then leaving bite marks.     "I didn't think I'd make it through the show," he breathed between kisses.     "I didn't think you would either," you said with a smile as you reached down and felt him through his black jeans, knowing that he was already very hard.     You enjoyed the little noise he made when you did so, even though it was barely audible as he continued to work his way kissing along your neck and down onto your chest.     "Oh no you don't, not yet," he said tauntingly.     He pushed you harder against the wall, pinned one arm with his body and the other with his hand. The energy between you two was electric, as James was focused on dominating you. When his mouth finally reached fabric instead of skin, he used his free hand to move your shirt out of the way. Only what seemed to him a mere repositioning to him actually ended up ripping the fabric. Your shredded top hung off your shoulder, and James didn't seem to mind as it gave him easier access to reach around and unclasp your bra.     Obstacles removed, he continued to make his way down your torso, sucking on one breast while grabbing the other. As you felt them harden, you let out a loud moan that had been building. Despite his best efforts to be in complete control, you sensed him metling a little at the sound. You took advantage of the split second and wriggled one hand free to undo his belt and pants.     When you palmed him this second time you could see how much you were really doing to him, even though his physical size seemed to put him at an advantage.  He released your breasts and used both his hands to slide your jeans down. Even as turned on as you already were, the touch of his hands on your thighs made you even more wet.     He didn't even bother to take them all the way off.... Once both jeans and panties were out of the way, he touched you, thrilling you so much your shoulders pushed back into and your back arched towards him.  He continued to rub between your legs as you hurriedly undid his pants the rest of the way and reached down along his smooth, sweaty hips to pull away his underwear - all the while still writhing at his touch.     Satisfied with your reactions, he finally allowed the fulfillment you'd both been waiting for.  Once inside, he filled you completely and it made the small wait worthwhile. You kicked your jeans off your ankles, and he wrapped your legs around his waist - simultaneously hoisting you off the ground and further up and into the wall.     He knew exactly what to do and he did it very well, hitting all the right spots. You must've felt great on him too, because his head went back and a low, throaty moan escaped him. The two of you went on, in perfect rhythm, him speeding up just when you needed it. Your fingernails began to dig into his shoulders as you felt yourself getting close. James was nearing climax too, his fingertips leaving faint bruises on your thighs.     "Fuuuuck," he breathed.     The final wave of ecstasy hit the two of you in harmony, and you felt yourself completely give in to the pleasure that had been building in your core.  Finishing in sync with you, your "mighty lion" then dropped his head into your shoulder.  His wild mane fell all around you as you both savored the last of the high together.     Once redressed, you both cautiously stepped out of the room and back into the hallway. The foot traffic had died down considerably and you thought the two of you would make it back to the bus undetected. Just when you thought you'd made it, Lars stepped out of seemingly thin air and addressed James,     "What the fock, man I've been looking everywhere for ya. If you don't hurry to the bus, the beer's gonna be gon--".  He noticed you trying to hide your torn shirt and bite marks by positioning yourself behind James' big arm. "Well nevermind," he winked, "I see you had something better."    

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I'm jealous of how close gaga got to papa. I would have made that performance sexy and started grinding against him and his guitar. Everyone would have been pregnant by the end of the show from all the sexiness

ahhhh yesss I was sooo jealous of her omg.  if I were her I woulda given him the fuckin mic lololol.

but yeah, she did her best to make it sexy with the other members, did you see her all runnin up and down Krik oml

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I bet Jaymz gives you the kind of sex you want. Like those days you just need to be pounded and he's talking in your ear with that sexy deep voice with his hand around your throat and a fistful of your hair. And those days you want it slow and gentle and he's gently kissing your neck and chest and looking into your eyes and being all loving. And then those days where he gives you what he wants and you have absolutely no choice but to take it and love every minute of it.

fuuuuck I'm turned on lol but yesss he'd be so good at it

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In 2003 metallica came to my city and my sister got Jaymz to sign her jeans on the inside of her thigh. It was awkward for him to do so he got on one knee and made her sit on his knee and he started right from the middle of her crotch down her thigh and he wrote Jaymz metallica yea! I thought it was the hottest thing ever. Too bad I was a painfully awkward teenager cause I would have done it as well.

OHHH MY GOD that is soooo hAWT. I am jealous of your sister (I bet she never washed those jeans again lol)maybe you'll catch em on tour again and get him to sign you this time;)

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Well James would never have to pull out from me AAAYYOOOOO

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Do you ever just stare at james' crotch and think to yourself "damn there's his dick in there"

haha yesss😁😏 all the time

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I'm pretty sure James enjoys getting head lol. There's a story in Slash's autobiography where he walked in on James receiving head and James repeatedly exclaiming "That'll be fine!"

OMG really??!! that's awesome lol😆😂(and yet another reason I need Slash's book!)

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I want a sweaty James to come into my room, aggressively start making out with me and look me straight in my eyes when he asks me "are you mine?" I want to make him lay on his back, lick his chest and then ride his lightning, hearing him moan louder and louder until he turns me around grunting, going faster and harder, biting my neck, climaxing. But I also want to play with his hair in the afterglow, and hear his soft snoring when he falls asleep.

omggg yessss

and the playing with his hair afterward would be heAVEN… I mean look at this angelic mane 

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I wanna lick whipped cream off of James's belly button. I'm not sure why but I find his belly button sooo hot.

ahhh same… but why stop at his bellybutton? what about licking whipped cream all the way down his stomach ^_^

(or maybe let him lick whipped cream off you?)

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Lets talk about Papa Het!❤