#james hetfeild fluff

[cryptic--writing]

maybe for kinktober jamie with a virgin reader and he’s trying so hard to hold back and be all gentle for her even though he’s so used to being all rough and stuff with his previous gfs and groupies

also idk why but in my head this is going on on halloween n she’s dressed up like an angel which just sends him over the edge cause she just looks so sweet n innocent ☺️☺️

hihi!! happy Halloween!!!!!!!!!!!!

gonna rush this rant bc Tumblr hates me smh but I changed it up a little bit so its still sweet and stuufff

word count: 3393

warnings: smut, fluff, mentions of achohol/drug use, loss of virginity, kinda confusing bc I wrote it over a course of days but yah

ALL HALLOWS EVE (1989)

I sat at the vanity in my own little apartment, carefully applying my makeup and eyeshadow, all to compliment my gorgeous angel costume I'd be wearing tonight. It was all nice and white with some faux feathers on the skirt on the top of the bodice like top. The skirt went right above my knees, the fabric sparkly and soft. I even had a little angel halo headband and some fake wings. I'd wear a matching pair of white heels to go with the whole look. My makeup was simple, though glittery and pastel. When I was done, I looked like a literal angel. The only thing missing was my other half, James. Even though I consistently pleaded for him to dress up and match with me, he refused, saying he was scary enough going as himself. That disappointed me, sure, but at least I'd still be going out with him.

The thing that disappointed me the most, was this party he was dragging me to. Well, disappointed isn't the right word. I've gone to many parties with James before, but I rarely have fun with them as he goes and drinks with his buddies and I have to just listen to them all talk, the only attention I receive being a  hand on my thigh or his arm on my waist. I hoped tonight would be different, with the halloween spirit maybe adding to the atmosphere this time. I was cut out of my thinking when I heard a familiar knock on my front door, meaning Jasmes was here and ready to pick me up. I grabbed my purse and quickly scurried to the door, opening it to see my gorgeous blonde.

“Jamie!” I smiled excitedly, wrapping my arms around him before pulling back to see a stunned expression from him. This worried me slightly. 

“What's wrong? Do you not like my costume?” I putted slightly, not wanting to disappoint him.

James slowly shook his head no, his eyes still blown wid, “No ,no, it's not that.. You're just.. You're stunning like that, the guys are gonna be all over you…” Hemumbled in slight disbelief, still taking in my perfect costume.

I smiled again, “Thanks! Let's start heading to the party,” I thanked him and suggested, and soon we walked out to his old car, getting in and driving to the house of one of his music friends. I'm not sure if it was another band, a record label person, or a manager, but they were rich. Rich rich. A giant mansion with a gate in front of it is what greeted us as we pulled up in front of the extravagant house, decorated with lights and with music blaring inside so loud you could hear it from out here. The collective cheers and laughs of people outside and inside were also prominent, the noise all quiet overwhelming.

We got out of the car, James quickly came to my side to snake his arm around my waist and hold me near, to ensure I wouldn't get separated or lost in the crowded home. We managed to navigate our way through the groups of people as we walked in, the building reeking of booze and smoke. Eventually James found some guys he knew from ‘way back’. I just did the usual, sitting there and looking pretty as he caught up with his old pals. I looked around the place, seeing different collectives of people engaging in different activities. Some were dressed up for Halloween, others weren't. Some were drunk as hell, some were still slightly sober. If they weren't drunk, they were high. Or getting high, watching people snort coke and smoke weed. I disliked these parties, so much. Not only were they boring, I always thought of them as somewhat dangerous. I knew these activities came with rockstar life, but I never liked seeing James indulge in them. 

I was snapped back to reality as James called my name, his friends asking me a question, which I reluctantly answered. I also found that I didn't really like any of his friends outside of the band. I loved Jason and we had grown close since his three year journey with the band. Of course I got along well with Kirk and Lars, too. I wondered if the rest of the band was here too.

“Jamie, are the other guys here too?” I asked, looking up at his blue eyes that finally met mine after finishing his conversation.

“Uhm, I'm not sure. I don't think so, Kirk is doing his own thing and I have no idea what Jason and Lars are up to,” He quickly responded to me before returning his attention back to his friends.

Great, now I was truly stuck here. I loved being around James, but his friends were the most boring guys. Well, I wouldn't say boring. They partied a lot, and did a lot. They were just not the type of people I wouldn't wanna be around.

After what felt like an eternity, James finally parted ways with his old friends, focussing his attention on me. Tonight felt different. Aside from the whole halloween thing. James seemed different tonight. Ever since he had picked me up, he had been acting differently. More touchy. His hand rubbed up and down my side instead of his arm just resting around my waist. I didn't think much of it though, as it didn't seem like much.

The second those guys were gone, his eyes were glued to me.

“Is something on your mind Jamie? You've been acting funny all night..” I used the pet name for the millionth time tonight, my favorite thing to call him.

James shrugged, “No, you're just really pretty tonight.. I'd rather just spend the rest of the night with you.. Alone..” He whispered the last part, but I didn't catch his meaning. AAll I knew is that meant I would get to leave this party and be alone with James. The only thing I have wanted all day.

“Sure! Lets head back to my place,” I responded with excitement, and James seemed more cheerful. We walked hand in hand back to his car, driving the distance back to my apartment.

The whole drive his hand was on my thigh, which was not unusual, but again, something felt different this time. I felt little butterflies flapping around in me at his more tight touch. I didn't think about it too much, since it didn't seem like much more than my boyfriend being affectionate towards me.

When we got home, he rushed us inside. Once the door was shut, he kissed me instantly. I giggled and kissed him back.

“What's that for?” I teased, but also confused why he couldn't wait for us to even sit down. 

“Just like you a lot..” He answered, kissing me again.

“Jamie, stop, you're smearing my lip gloss!” I giggled again, trying to push him back, and in which he started laughing too.

James stepped back, still laughing slightly. “Ok, o, sorry, didn't mean to. Let's sit down, yeah?” He responded, and soon we were on the couch next to each other watching a scary halloween movie. He had his arm strung around my shoulder as I leaned against him, placing my legs in his lap, keeping us close and comfy together.

We stayed like that for awhile, until I jumped at one of the jumpscares in the movie, causing me to flinch a bit. That's when I felt something. Something poked my leg lightly, and it was  coming from James.

“Jamie, what's poking me?” I questioned him, genuinely confused.

James’ face instantly flushed, his eyes avoiding mine. “It's nothing, baby, dont worry about it.. “ He mumbled in response and pushed my legs off of him.

I was even more confused at his new behavior, “James, what's going on? Is something wrong? ARe you hurt?” I began to worry, maybe he was hiding something from me..

James just sighed, “I don't wanna force you into anything you're not ready for..” He mumbled in response, clearly embarrassed.

This confused me even more. What could he be forcing me into? “Jamie, tell me please.. You're worrying me…” I pleaded with him.

This time he just shrugged, “It's just… you're dressed like that… all pretty and shit.. And you're legs on my lap.. It.. uhm..” James searched for the right words, “It, it turns me on..” He finally admitted. Though, it didn't help much as the term was foreign to me.

“What do you mean it turns you on?” I asked.

“Uhm… it makes me want to… yknow.. Have.. have sex with you.” He muttered in a final answer, and things slowly and somewhat clicked in my brain.

“Oh..” I responded as I tried to understand it all.

“I'm sorry, it's stupid, I shouldn't have said anything, ok? Maybe I should just go.” James responded in a rushed manner, starting to stand up and head for the door.

“Wait, no, stop, why are you leaving?” I quickly questioned, following after him and grabbing him by the wrist so he couldn't go further.

“Home, I made you uncomfortable clearly, and I know that's something you wanna wait on…” He mumbled in a guilty tone, as he truly idd feel remorse for his desire.

“No, Jamie, stay, please?” I asked him, and his eyes still refused to meet mine. “I think I am ready…” I whispered softly into his ear and kissed his cheek, which seemed to set off some alarm in his brain.

“Are you sure? I mean, would you have even suggested that if I didn't like.. Force you into it..? Baby, we really don't have to…” He mumbled again, still feeling guilty.

“I am sure, I was planning on it tonight anyway…” I responded softly. I don't even know if that's true. I wasn't sure about an exact day, but all I knew was soon, and with James.

His eyes slowly met mine, “Are you like, serious? I'm serious, if you don't want to-” I quickly cut him off with a kiss, and that seemed to answer his questions. Slowly he walked me to the bedroom, with him taking the lead and me walking backwards with how he pushed me. I felt his tongue slip in my mouth and things quickly grew more passionate as I opened the bedroom door handle, allowing us inside as he kicked it closed it with his foot, pushing me down on the bed, climbing on top of me, his lips still on mine.

James pulled away from me slowly, his eyes on mine as he slowly removed his shirt before reaching down to help undo and remove my top, leaving me in a white lacy bra as his hands trailed down to my skirt, pulling it down to reveal a matching pair of panties with a slight wet spot on it from my own growing arousal. 

James looked like he would stop functioning, his pupils blown wide as he stared at my heavily revealed form. It made me embarrassed, like I wanted to cover myself up. My cheeks flushed and I tried to look at anything besides James.

“Baby, is there something wrong?” His voice was soft and comforting, his hand reaching up to caress my cheek gently.

“No, nothing wrong,” I quickly answered, “Just… nervous.. That's all..” I answered in a shy tone.

James grabbed both sides of my head so I could look at him, staring into his soft blue eyes I had grown to love. “Ill be gentle, ok? And if you wanna stop, just tell me, we'll go at your pace.” James gently reassured me, and I found comfort in his words as I slowly nodded, and he began to unclasp my bra with ease, sliding it down my shoulders to reveal my bare breasts, my nipples hardening with the cool air of the room.

“Fuck, youre gorgeous, love..” He murmured in amazement, his rough hands gently coughing the soft skin, his thumbs gently grazing my nipples, eliciting a whine from me at the new sensation of pleasure. Before long he wrapped his lips around the pink bud, sucking lightly on the skin which made me moan, arching into his touch as his tongue swirled  around it.

James pulled away with a pop, his lips trailing kisses down my stomach until he reached the waistband of panties, which he removed with his teeth, pulling them down and lifting up my hips, leaving me completely naked and revealed to him. His eyes immediately landed on my damp folds, taking his finger and swiping it through my slit, which caused me to gasp softly at the contact. 

“So pretty…” He cooed, his finger collected my wetness and juices, gently pushing his finger inside me, letting out a moan at the sensations.

“Oh!” I moaned out at the stretch, and he began to slowly thrust his finger in and out of my tight walls before adding a second finger, stretching me further as he prepared me for his cock.

“Holy shit, you're tight as hell…” James mumbled in astonishment, working his fingers in and out of my hole a little faster, building a pace that had me already writhing in pleasure. 

It wasn't long before I could feel myself clamping down on his fingers, a new heat pooling in my lower belly. “Jamie! Feel.. feels funny..!” I moaned, and James kissed my clit.

“Cum for me baby,” He encouraged, and I did just that, gushing and spasming around his fingers, my first orgasm hitting me like a truck, my mouth agape in a moan.

“Fuck baby, that was perfect..” James praised, slowly retracting his fingers, now glistening with my juices which he sucked off.

“Is that it…? I want more…” I mumbled softly, disappointed if this was the end.

James just chuckled, “No, were nowhere near done..” He purred, slipping down his pants to leave himself in just his boxers, which his erection strained against. He removed those as well, now his bare, large cock standing proudly between us, the tip red and dripping. Oh my God. There is no way that is fitting in me.

My eyes went wide with fear but also surprise. It just looked painful, watching him stroke himself a few times before lining up with my entrance.

James could notice the worry in my expression, my brows furrowed with concern. “Something wrong baby? You want me to wait a bit?” He asked softly, gently rubbing my sides as his eyes searched mine for any other signs of hesitation.

“I'm scared, what if it hurts..?” I questioned, my eyes still refusing to meet his.

“It might hurt a bit at thestar, but it'll all go away because you'll feel so good..” He reassured me.

I nodded slowly, my eyes meeting his finally as I assured him I was ready. With that, he slowly pushed into me, inch by inch as I squirmed and whined at the uncomfortable sensation of being stuffed. James kept going slowly until he reached the hilt, bottoming out completely. He stilled inside me, allowing me to stretch and adjust to accommodate him. His hand gently caressed my cheek to provide some comfort.

“Move… Please..” I whispered softly, needing more friction. James hesitated but began to thrust, slowly and gently to not hurt me. I moaned softly with every loving movement of his hips, my walls clenching around him.

“Fuck, youre so tight…” He purred, slowly building a pace as my moans grew in frequency and pitch. I could feel every part of him, his veins and ridges rubbing against my inner walls, my senses highetning along with my pleasure. 

After some time, he was ramming into me, hard and fast, yet with a firm gentleness. James hands were resting under my breasts, holding onto my torso as he watched them bounce from the impact. Tears were forming in my eyes in both pleasure and pain, and soon a  new pleasure was found. James moved one of his hands from my chest down to my clit, rubbing softly yet fast circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, making me moan even louder.

“Oh my God!” I called out, my back arching in pleasure from the newfound stimulation that made me see stars. The combination of hickok thrusting into me and his hand on my clit , I thought I would explode. I could die happily right now, with the man I love most giving me the best things I've ever felt in my life. Soon thongs were growing to be too much, and I could feel James twitching inside me as his thrust started to lose rhythm, groaning and panting softly as he plowed into me.

“Jamie, I think Im gonna..” I moaned, sensing another release creeping up on me. My walls were fluttering around his length, clamping down tighter and tighter than they already were.

“Fuck! Cum for me, baby….” He murmured in my ear, leaning down to press a searing kiss to my lips, my second orgasm crashing down on me as I moaned into his mouth, feeling him release at the same time as me, his warm white seed spilling into me and filling me to the brim. 

Our sweat foreheads clung together as we both tried to catch our breath, James pulling away from the kiss slowly as our eyes met again.

“You alright? Was it too much?” He was very out of breath, his word\s coming out in pants.

Was I alright? Hell, I had never felt better. Sure, I was a little sore, but I was basking in the afterglow of it all, my pleasure still waving and casting a blanket of comfort over me. I nodded, “Yeah, I'm fine… just a little sore..” I responded, my eyes holding his ice ones. 

“Good, I'm glad..” He responded, kissing me on the cheek gently before pulling out, the new empty feeling causing me to whine softly.

“I'll be back in a second, just gonna help clean us up, alright?” James informed me, and I gave him a silent nod as he went off into my bathroom, scrambling for a wash cloth and putting warm water on it. Soon he returned, nestling between my legs as he delicately cleaned my most sensitive parts. After he was done, he put back the wash cloth before helping me get under the covers and snuggling up next to me, wrapping his strong arms around me as he kissed the top of my head.

“You did so good, baby, I'm so proud of you,” He praised, his face nuzzled in the crook of my neck. All I could respond with was a contended hum before drifting asleep in his ars, feeling purely content and at peace.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Hi! So I was just wondering if you could to an angst to fluff one-shot with either James Hetfeild or Duff Mckagan?? (Whichever era and whoever you pick:>. And only if you want to, if not totally fine!)

Basically, just whoever you pick to write for comes home late from the studio on him and readers anniversary and had completely forgotten until he saw reader asleep with dry tears on her face. And the next morning they do everything they can to make up for forgetting their anniversary and ends up succeeding:)

(Hope that makes sense)

A/n: This is quite possibly my favourite angst prompt to exist. When I saw the request I planned to write for both but then I got ever so very carried away with it, I hope that's ok :'3 Also sorry for the shitty ending lol think I could've done better with that one.

Warnings: Angst, I don't know what warnings to add for angst so if you find anything please let me know :'3

Guns N’ Roses had just come back from tour, just in time for yours and Duff���s anniversary. It had been a few days since they got back and he was exhausted, sleeping in late, staying out even later. When the date of your anniversary finally hit you reminded him over and over again up until he left to not be late.

It hurt when he didn’t come home.

You made his favourite meal, got him gifts and put on your favourite outfit to impress him. You expected him home before food was ready but he was nowhere to be found even after you finished setting the table. You decided to do what you could to keep the food warm and wait for him.

11:00 pm rolled around and still no sign of Duff. You told yourself he just lost track of time, you didn’t need to eat together anyway since you ate together every other night as well. You got yourself a plate and ate alone, getting everything else in the fridge for leftovers.

12:00 pm and still no Duff. You decided to just cut your losses and go to bed. You got into something more comfortable for sleep and crawled into bed.

It wasn’t long before you felt tears trickling down your cheeks and you started softly crying into your pillow.

Duff came home much later. He was ready to crash, his body hurt and all he wanted was to crawl into bed with you, but first he needed food so he went to the kitchen and dug around a bit.

In the fridge were his favourite things, all freshly made. Well, freshly made-ish. They’d been in the fridge a while, still good for eating though. He got himself a plate and he could swear that first bite sent him to heaven.

He was eating at the kitchen table and noticed some bags in the corner so he went to investigate. He found a jacket he’d been wanting, shirts and records of his favourite bands, even a new watch he’d seen a while back and mentioned he’d liked. He stared at all of it in confusion, why’d it all suddenly appear? Why was it here?

He thought about it good and hard and finally landed on the reasoning. He forgot your fucking anniversary.

Duff ran into your bedroom to see if you were still awake and of course you weren’t. He kneeled beside you on the floor, pushing your hair out of your eyes to reveal dried tear streaks from puffy, red eyes. “Fuck.” He sighed. He kissed your forehead but you pulled away from his touch. He had to mentally beat himself up after that one.

He saw that the apartment was a bit of a mess and wanted to clean it up but he was just so tired. He made the decision to wait until tomorrow and then he’d get up and do whatever he could to make it up to you.

Duff crawled into bed, tossing and turning a bit. He reached out for you to pull you in so he could hold you but you seemed like you would wake up so he stopped, not wanting to disturb you.

The next morning Duff woke up slowly, groggily rolling over to check the time. The clock on the bedside table read ‘1:34 pm’ and he was filled with panic, suddenly wide awake. He sat up and looked to see your side of the bed empty.

He got out of bed to go look for you. The apartment was suddenly spotless and you were sitting on the couch, peacefully folding laundry while the radio was going. He sat beside you and took the shirt you were folding from you. “Let me do it.”

You stared at him for a moment. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do laundry.” You said, watching his chopping folding skills. “Let alone offer to do it.” Duff stared at the shirt in his hands, disappointed in his own skills, or rather lack thereof. “And now I see why.” You reached for the shirt back but he refused, holding it away from you.

“No! No, I-I’ll get it.” He unfolded the shirt so he could try again. You went to grab another piece of clothing to fold but he stopped you. “I can do it just-just go do something else.” You were confused at his sudden behaviour but decided not to question it. You went to the kitchen to clean some dishes instead.

Duff stood up when he heard the water running and went over to you. “What are you doing?” He asked as he took the plate from you.

“The dishes?” You answered, starting to get a little frustrated with what he was doing.

“No, just do something fun.” He said and set the dish down and turned the water off.

“Something fun?” You repeated, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yeah! Just, like, I don’t know, go read! Watch TV, hell, take my card and go-go shopping, buy whatever you want!” He urged, just wanted to do something for you.

“Something fun?” You repeated, your sadness from the night before and frustration now boiling together. “Something fun I wanted to do was have a nice night with my boyfriend on our fucking anniversary, but I guess we don’t always get what we want, right?” You glared at him for a moment before taking the plate back and starting the water again.

Duff paused and reached for the plate again. “I’m sorry, really, I completely forgot.” He started washing the plate for you and you tried to grab it back.

“Just forget it, alright? It’s fine.” You mumbled and went back to washing it. Duff grabbed it back again.

“Don’t say it’s fine when it’s not.” You grabbed the plate again but Duff didn’t let go. “Let me take care of things today, alright?”

“Duff, I can do things myself.” You stated.

“I know you can because you always do and I’m trying to be nice so please just let me do it!” He pulled on the plate and it slipped out of both your hands, shattering on the floor at your feet. Duff froze, looking between the broken glass and your hurt expression. “I-I’ll clean it up.” Duff said and went to get a broom.

He returned to find you on your knees picking up the little pieces of porcelain. He dropped the broom and rushed over to you, taking your hands away from the broken shards. “What the hell are you doing?! You can’t use your... hands...” He realised what plate it was that broke. A piece of your parents china from their wedding.

Instinctively he went to hold you. “Fuck, I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.” You snapped, pushing him away.

“We can fix it, I promise.” He picked up two pieces and tried putting them together like a puzzle.

“Duff, just stop!” You yelled. He put the pieces down and looked at your face, seeing tears starting to leave your eyes again. He knew if he went to hug you you’d push him away again. He just didn’t know what to do.

So, he got up and went back to the living room, leaving you to cry alone in the kitchen while you pick up the pieces. He knew the only reason the plate needed to be cleaned in the first place was because you used it for what was supposed to be a special occasion, your anniversary.

He tried folding the laundry again, he sucked at it but it didn’t have to be good so long as he could get it done and put away. Anything to help you, even in a small way. He listened to your soft sobs from the kitchen, knowing he couldn’t do anything about it.

He brought the clothes to the bedroom and put everything away where he thought it was supposed to go. He turned around and saw the bed wasn’t made so he started on that next. Afterwards he went back to the kitchen, thinking you’d still be picking up the pieces. Instead you were hiding in the corner, knees pulled up to your chest as you cried.

He didn’t care if you tried pushing him away, he’d never seen you so broken, you could have a gun to his head and he’d still try to get to you in this state.

He pulled you onto his lap and held you close, kissing all over your face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” At this point you didn’t have the energy to push away from him so you just accepted it.

“I-I c-can’t fix it.” Your voice was weak and shaky as you spoke. Duff held you tighter to him.

“It’s ok, just gotta give it a minute.” He whispered. “I’ll help you, alright?” You shook your head, which hurt Duff but he wouldn’t tell you that, you didn’t need to hear that right now. “We could bring it to a professional or something.”

“A professional plate fixer?” You asked. Duff wasn’t sure if you were joking or not.

“I mean, I’m sure we could find someone.” He tried wiping your tears and you stood up. Your legs were shaky under you and Duff went to hold onto you “Where’re you going?”

“Bed.” You muttered. “I just- I want to go to bed.”

“Here, let me-” Duff tried to pick you up but you stopped him.

“No, just- stop.” He did as you asked and let you walk away to the bedroom, watching the door closed behind you.

Duff paused for a moment, trying to think of how he could possibly fix this. He started picking up the pieces of the plate and put them in a plastic container before heading on his journey to find someone to fix it.

He looked around for ages, it was getting dark and he was running out of options when he saw a china shop. He figured if they couldn’t fix it they could at least find him a replica or something.

“Hi, sorry, are you still open?” He asked as he entered the shop. Inside was a Japanese man and his daughter.

“We’re about to close.” The daughter said. Duff let out a heavy breath and placed the container on the counter.

“Can you find me a replica of this? Please?” He asked. The man opened the container and looked at the pieces for a moment before shaking his head. He said something in Japanese, of course Duff couldn’t understand so he looked to the daughter for a translation.

“There isn’t a replica but he said he can fix it.” Duff let out a sigh of relief at that.

“Even better, um, how do you do it?” He asked the man to be respectful even though he knew he wouldn’t understand the answer.

“Kintsugi, it’s a Japanese artform to fix pottery and such.” The daughter explains in a simplified way. Duff nods in understanding and thanks them both before heading back to your shared apartment, hoping he did a good thing.

He made one last stop on his way back home to get your favourite snacks from a convenient store. It’s not much but he wanted to do something, he’d bring you shopping tomorrow and get you more.

“I’m back!” He called as he stepped into the apartment. He carried the bag of snacks into the bedroom where he assumed you still were. Sure enough you were there, under the covers. He went to check if you were sleeping since he thought it was a little early for bed.

“Hey, darling, I got you snacks.” He kneeled down beside you, just as he’d done the night before. There was no response. “I’ll just leave them here for you, alright?” He whispered with a sad, tired smile. He stood up and left but not before giving you a kiss on the forehead. “I love you.” He muttered before closing the door behind him.

He made a makeshift bed for himself on the couch, a thin blanket that didn’t reach his feet, it barely reached his knees, and a small, flimsy throw pillow under his head for some form of comfort.

He managed to fall asleep not long after, only to have a dream of you walking out on him. He awoke in a cold sweat and ran into the bedroom to find you still asleep. He thought about crawling in with you before realising that you could just as easily leave if he was there with you than if he wasn’t.

In front of the door was his solution. He brought over his pillow and blanket and got uncomfortable laying there, now if you wanted to leave you’d have to move him.

You woke up and found the bag of snacks he’d gotten for you, all your favourites of course. You got out of bed to find him crashed on the floor. Thinking he’d overdosed or something you ran over to him and started shaking him awake.

“What, what is it?” He grumbled, slowly sitting up.

“Jesus Christ.” You sighed and hugged him. “I thought you fucking died!” Duff paused a moment before processing it and hugging you back.

“No, I’m fine.” He mumbled, moving his face into the crook of your neck. “You would’ve come to me like that if I died?” He asked with a soft chuckle.

“Fucking idiot, of course I would!”

“Even after everything, you still love me..?” He asked in a much softer tone. You pulled away for a moment.

“First of all, me seeing if you were alive had nothing to do with love.” You stated and pulled him back into a hug. “And of course I still love you, but I can love you and be pissed at you at the same time.” He chuckled at that.

“I found a place to fix your plate, by the way.” He said.

“Is that where you went last night?” He nodded and explained the whole thing to you.

“I was thinking we could hang out today, go shopping and get you some late anniversary presents?” He offered, he was taking you whether you wanted to or not but he wanted it to seem like it was your decision. You nodded and went to get ready.

[ihavenolife346]

Just the Assistant

Pairing: James Hetfeild x f!reader

Summary: When James got divorced, he hired Y/N just to be someone who could help him with things or do something for him when he couldn’t. They got along great even with Y/N being so much younger than him…perhaps they got along better than they should. When Y/N gets snowed in and is forced to stay at his place for the night, this take a turn for the better

Warnings: Age Gap, besides that literally just fluff

@mustainegf

“Y/N? What are you still doing here? You could’ve gone home an hour ago.” James questioned the second he came downstairs and found the woman sitting over on the ground by his front door.

Y/N let out a yelp when she all the sudden heard James’s voice, shooting her eyes up from her phone. “Oh! Hi! I would’ve been gone…just waiting for the snow to die down at least a bit so I can maybe drive home without killing myself.” She shrugged a bit, her tone full of sarcasm, tilting her head over to the window.

James diverted his eyes over to the large window by his front door, his eyes widening when he saw just how bad the snow was, “damn it’s really been coming down.” James mumbled more to himself before his attention went back to the girl. “You do realize you didn’t have to sit on the ground right…? You could’ve waited on the couch.” James chuckled a bit, really not getting why she chose to sit on the ground of all places.

Y/N let out almost an embarrassed laugh, her cheeks flushing a bit when he pointed out the fact that she chose the ground of all places. “Oh-I just didn’t wanna bug you or anything if you were wanting to watch something or whatever since I was still here.” Y/N mumbled out, shrugging a bit.

“Hm…cute.”James thought to himself when he saw her pink cheeks before he shook his head a bit with a smile still on his face and walked over in front of the girl, offering her his hand, “first off, you never bug me. Second off, a movie actually does sound nice so common.” James spoke with almost no room to argue. He really knew he shouldn’t, but the fact that she was stuck at his house for who knows how many hours cause there was no way he would let her drive home in weather like that, it sounded quite appealing to him getting to spend some time with her when she wasn’t working.

Y/N paused for a second, just staring at his hand. She knew she was probably gonna be stuck at his house for the rest of the day, maybe even the night. But the idea of spending actual time with him, alone, in his living room, not working, it sounded incredibly appealing to her. “Yea…sure…” Y/N muttered, shutting off her phone and grabbing his hand to pull herself up, letting her hand linger in his for a moment once she was standing before pulling her hand away from his.

James knew this was probably a really bad idea. He knew he shouldn’t think about her the way he did. She was younger, and his assistant. Yet there was just something about her that made him want her. James grabbed her hand back in his, tugging her along with him to his living room without another word.

Y/N couldn’t help but feel her heart flutter when he grabbed her hand back and led her to his living room, deciding to just let herself enjoy the attention while she could, trying her best not to get her hopes up at the chance that maybe he felt the same way about her that she did him. She happily just followed him over to his living room, not once letting go of his hand until he let hers go when he went to grab the remote.

“Anything you have in mind…?” James questioned, turning his tv on before his attention went back to Y/N.

Y/N shrugged a bit, finding a seat on his couch and letting herself get comfortable, “whatever you wanna watch I’m fine with.” Y/N simply spoke with a small smile still on her face, earning a small nod from James before he walked over and sat a bit closer than needed next to her. Y/N glanced over at him when she noticed just how close he sat next to her, honestly not even minding the close proximity they had. She glanced over at one of the windows in his living room for a moment, “i might be stuck here for a bit so…” Y/N mumbled, seeing how the snow falling still hadn’t died down at all.

James glanced over at the girl with a small smile as he scrolled through what was on tv, “not an issue for me.” James simply mumbled back, not really knowing where the slight confidence was coming from, turning his full attention back to the tv when he realized he was staring a bit.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile just a bit more when James seemed to have no problem at all with her being stuck there for who knows how long, just letting herself get comfortable.

_______________________

Just as Y/N thought, by the time the sun started setting, the snow had just gotten worse. “You may as well just stay here tonight…” James spoke suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence they had after they had found a movie to watch, making Y/N move her gaze back over to him.

“You don’t have to let me stay James…I’m sure I can get home…” Y/N muttered, honestly not wanting him to feel forced to let her stay.

“I’m not letting you drive home in this weather. You’re staying.” James simply spoke back, once again, not leaving any room for any protest.

Y/N was about to open her mouth to argue but shut it and just simply nodded, honestly finding it really sweet how he didn’t even let her argue, glancing over him for a moment before turning her attention back to the tv.

_______________________

Within the next hour, Y/N had started dozing off without even realizing it until she was in a light sleep, her head laying back on the backside of the couch. The only way James even realized she was asleep was when he felt her shift a bit so her body was closer to him. James couldn’t help but admire her and how peaceful she was for a few seconds before he decided to just say screw it, moving just a bit closer to her and gently pushing her head onto his shoulder in a small attempt of letting her be more comfortable, wrapping one of his arms around her shoulders to keep her close to him.

Y/N had been in a light sleep when she felt James move her a bit, letting out a small hum when her head came in contact with his shoulder. She wasn’t awake but she wasn’t asleep, she still knew perfectly well what was happening and could still hear his breathing. Feeling how he was the one who pulled her over to him, it gave her a small sense of hope at the chance that he felt the same about her. She didn’t bother opening her eyes, just letting herself get comfortable and lean against him a bit.

James stayed quiet for a bit, occasionally rubbing his thumb over her shoulder, a smile on her face when he realized she was actually happy being so close to him. When he thought she was completely asleep, James decided to just let words come out of his mouth, “I know you can’t even hear me right now…and I know this is a bad idea if you can hear me…” James started speaking quietly, Y/N feeling his eyes on her face. Feeling her curiosity spike, she just kept her eyes shut and let him talk.

After another moment of silence, “but I think you’re beautiful…sweet…funny…you’re what I want in a woman…even if it’s wrong. You’re my assistant…but I just needed to say it…there’s so much I want to say to you but don’t know how…so I guess what I’m trying to say is I think I’m in love with you…” James mumbled, keeping his voice quite almost as if he was scared of the own words he was saying. “Even if you can’t hear me I needed to say that…” James added, letting out a sigh after really thinking she was asleep, having to have just needed to say something with how close she was to him.

Y/N stayed quiet for a bit, feeling her heart flutter when his words finally registered completely in her head. She simply nuzzled a bit closer to him, her eyes still shut, “I love you too…” she muttered quietly before she felt herself slowly start to fall into a deep and happy sleep, almost feeling her heart skip a beat at the fact that she actually just said that.

James almost panicked when she nuzzled closer to him, making him realize that she was at least awake enough to hear his words. Yet, hearing her say she loved him to…he couldn’t even remember the last time he felt that happy. James opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was just his breathes. James slowly wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her with him as he moved a bit to be laying down on his couch, pulling her with him so her head was against his chest, simply just holding her there with a small smile on his face.

Y/N had fallen into a comfortable sleep, yet when she felt her body being moved again, feeling her head against his chest, she let out another hum, using the last of the strength she had to wrap her arm loosely around his middle, completely relaxing against him. Sure, they’d probably end up talking about this in the morning…but this was the one time Y/N fell asleep actually happy with the Colorado snow coming down as hard as it has been…

[rustboxstarr]

Snow Day Shenanigans

Pairings: Eddie Munson X Plus sized Girlfriend Reader,

Warnings: Pure Fluff!, blurb, dry humping, kissing, talk of masturbation, slightly suggestive

Summary: Eddie will not stop fkn singing when you're trying to have a hot makeout sesh!

A/N: Aight so I did this when i was making out with a girl but to fkn ICP (Insane Clown Posse) and she thought it was hilarious so I just had to write it here, hope yall enjoy.

Wordcount: 700

Masterlist

Laid on your back in the comfort of your boyfriend's bed is how you spent the cold snow day. A snow storm had broken out the night before and you were unable to make it home, no buses went and Eddie couldn't even get his van out of the makeshift driveway. His Uncle Wayne couldnt make his way home from work in time before the storm reached its peak and stayed with a coworker who only lived a few minutes away from the plant. 

Snow drifted down violently outside the window while a white mist lingered over the town of hawkins. Eddie's bed was made and the heater was on full blast. As you lay underneath him, warm kisses to your lips wrapped up in a warm sweater with sweat and fluffy socks on the both of you, the whole scene felt magical. Music played on a speaker propped up on Eddie's desk. 

The familiar notes of Master of Puppets played on Electric guitar played at a moderate volume on the other side of the room. As Eddie lay nestled between your thighs as his hips moved softly back and forth against your core at a steady pace. The past 20 minutes you had layd like this, just kissing and practically dry humping each other. 

He couldn't help himself when the notes of his favorite song played, he began trying to match his movements to the beat of the music, awkwardly. He missed beats and awkwardly waited for an in for him to start again. 

“What are you doing?” you pulled away and leaned into the pillows. “What? Oh nothing” he grinned. He finally found the beat and adjusted his pace. 

“Are you actually humping me to the beat of Metallica right now?” you grimaced. 

“Pfff, what? I wouldn't” Before you could say anything he shut you up by connecting his lips to yours and searching for entrance with his tongue. 

Just as James Hetfeild began singing Eddie ripped away from you. You frowned, shocked till you saw Eddie violently mouthing the words “End of passion play, crumbling away!” He played air guitar as he sat on his knees, your thighs on either side of him. 

You rolled your eyes as he continued “I'm your source of self-destruction”

“Stop!” you whined trying to grasp hold of his hand and pull you back to him. 

“Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear” he pulled away from you and began headbanging vigorously. 

“UGH” you groaned as Eddie began singing along “Leading on your death's construction”

“Shut up!”

“Taste me you will see” you lightly pushed him back. 

“More is all you need” he breathed the next line as he stumbled upwards to sit back up. 

“Dedicated toooo” he sang falsely. 

“Would you shut up and kiss me?!” you voiced loudly over his obnoxious singing. 

“How I'm killing youuuuu” As the short instrumental started he leaned down and planted a very sloppy and quick kiss to your lips before flinging back up and resuming his air guitar skills. 

“Come crawling faster” he started up again. 

“Alright, I'm going to the toilet” you shouted. 

“Obey your master” Eddie continued singing. 

“Get off you big lug!” That's when you pushed him off the bed with the help of your right leg and then kicked him the rest of the way to the floor with both feet. He groaned as he fell onto the carpet. 

“Yeah that's what you get!”

You walked out the door, “On second thought” you peeped through the door where Eddie awkwardly got off the floor. “I may as well have a quick wank since im not getting anything from you” you stuck your tongue out and shut the door, making your way to the bathroom. 

“Oh no you dont!” Eddie scrambled to his feet and ripped the door open. Tackling you as you just stepped over the threshold of the bathroom door. You squealed at the action as you were carried awkwardly back to Eddie's room. You struggled and wiggled till you fell out his grasp right onto the floor. “Let me wank!” you shouted while laughing madly. 

Eddie fell to the floor on top of you, holding onto your face as he sank his face into yours, kissing you deeply. “Alright alright I'll stop singing” he caved as you adjusted yourself on the floor to accommodate him between your legs. You let him continue kissing you until you finally made your way back to the bedroom to resume your shenanigans. 

[waarmsalad]

MY FANFICS SO FAR

(Idk how to fukin make a masterlist)

INCLUDES SO FAR:

Dave mustaine

Unnamed - (smut)

Cliff burton

Unnamed - (fluff)

James hetfeild

Fireworks - (fluff)

[dlongfousky]

hello since im a semi new blogger i wanted to introduce myself:)

my name is Dove i use they/them and he/him prns so please respect that tyty !

i’m currently in the middle of moving to the US so i won’t be able to write anything for a hot minute but once i get settled down i will<3

what i will be writing in the future (i will be taking requests depends what they’re about)

-fluff - angst -smut (depends on who)

what i will not be writing in the future

- self harm - anything graphic -eating disorders -romanticizing drug and alcohol addiction - family abuse (in any way) - writing smut about dead people

keep in mind i will not be writing most of these mainly because i have dealt with a lot of these and do not feel comfortable with writing off of the topics.

- i won’t write something that’s very similar to something else i’ve written already.

- i won’t really write anything that’s based on anime mainly bc i don’t like to and i don’t watch anime.

people who i will write for:

Metallica

-dave mustaine

- kirk hammett

-james hetfeild

- lars ulrich

- jason newsted

queen:

- brian may

- rogger tayler

- jon deacon

guns n’ roses:

- slash (saul hudson)

-axl rose

- duff mckagan

-izzy stradlin

and possibly more.

also if i don’t post for a couple days or weeks at a time i am working with my band to produce an album and EP’S in the future, that and i’m also moving from a different country so it’ll take a while, and i have a life outside of social media so respect that please and thank you.

-🕸️

[deafeningmoontragedy]

Snow Day Shenanigans

Pairings: Eddie Munson X Plus sized Girlfriend Reader,

Warnings: Pure Fluff!, blurb, dry humping, kissing, talk of masturbation, slightly suggestive

Summary: Eddie will not stop fkn singing when you're trying to have a hot makeout sesh!

A/N: Aight so I did this when i was making out with a girl but to fkn ICP (Insane Clown Posse) and she thought it was hilarious so I just had to write it here, hope yall enjoy.

Wordcount: 700

Check out more of Eddie Munson!

Laid on your back in the comfort of your boyfriend's bed is how you spent the cold snow day. A snow storm had broken out the night before and you were unable to make it home, no buses went and Eddie couldn't even get his van out of the makeshift driveway. His Uncle Wayne couldnt make his way home from work in time before the storm reached its peak and stayed with a coworker who only lived a few minutes away from the plant. 

Snow drifted down violently outside the window while a white mist lingered over the town of hawkins. Eddie's bed was made and the heater was on full blast. As you lay underneath him, warm kisses to your lips wrapped up in a warm sweater with sweat and fluffy socks on the both of you, the whole scene felt magical. Music played on a speaker propped up on Eddie's desk. 

The familiar notes of Master of Puppets played on Electric guitar played at a moderate volume on the other side of the room. As Eddie lay nestled between your thighs as his hips moved softly back and forth against your core at a steady pace. The past 20 minutes you had layd like this, just kissing and practically dry humping each other. 

He couldn't help himself when the notes of his favorite song played, he began trying to match his movements to the beat of the music, awkwardly. He missed beats and awkwardly waited for an in for him to start again. 

“What are you doing?” you pulled away and leaned into the pillows. “What? Oh nothing” he grinned. He finally found the beat and adjusted his pace. 

“Are you actually humping me to the beat of Metallica right now?” you grimaced. 

“Pfff, what? I wouldn't” Before you could say anything he shut you up by connecting his lips to yours and searching for entrance with his tongue. 

Just as James Hetfeild began singing Eddie ripped away from you. You frowned, shocked till you saw Eddie violently mouthing the words “End of passion play, crumbling away!” He played air guitar as he sat on his knees, your thighs on either side of him. 

You rolled your eyes as he continued “I'm your source of self-destruction”

“Stop!” you whined trying to grasp hold of his hand and pull you back to him. 

“Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear” he pulled away from you and began headbanging vigorously. 

“UGH” you groaned as Eddie began singing along “Leading on your death's construction”

“Shut up!”

“Taste me you will see” you lightly pushed him back. 

“More is all you need” he breathed the next line as he stumbled upwards to sit back up. 

“Dedicated toooo” he sang falsely. 

“Would you shut up and kiss me?!” you voiced loudly over his obnoxious singing. 

“How I'm killing youuuuu” As the short instrumental started he leaned down and planted a very sloppy and quick kiss to your lips before flinging back up and resuming his air guitar skills. 

“Come crawling faster” he started up again. 

“Alright, I'm going to the toilet” you shouted. 

“Obey your master” Eddie continued singing. 

“Get off you big lug!” That's when you pushed him off the bed with the help of your right leg and then kicked him the rest of the way to the floor with both feet. He groaned as he fell onto the carpet. 

“Yeah that's what you get!”

You walked out the door, “On second thought” you peeped through the door where Eddie awkwardly got off the floor. “I may as well have a quick wank since im not getting anything from you” you stuck your tongue out and shut the door, making your way to the bathroom. 

“Oh no you dont!” Eddie scrambled to his feet and ripped the door open. Tackling you as you just stepped over the threshold of the bathroom door. You squealed at the action as you were carried awkwardly back to Eddie's room. You struggled and wiggled till you fell out his grasp right onto the floor. “Let me wank!” you shouted while laughing madly. 

Eddie fell to the floor on top of you, holding onto your face as he sank his face into yours, kissing you deeply. “Alright alright I'll stop singing” he caved as you adjusted yourself on the floor to accommodate him between your legs. You let him continue kissing you until you finally made your way back to the bedroom to resume your shenanigans. 

[cryptic--writing]

Please I’m begging James breeding kink and size kink together please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

hihi!!!!

thanks for the req!! I've never written stuff like this before so I hope its ok :(

word count: 1132

warnings: smut, breeding kink, size kink, a bit of rough sex, a bit of praise

UNITED (1992)

His lips were on mine, his large hands gripping and groping at my small frame. I whined and writhed beneath him, feeling his hard on pressing further against and into my thigh. I tried to raise my hips to gain more friction, put he gripped me tightly and pushed them back down.

“Patience baby,” James cooed, staring down at my slightly pathetic state with a smirk on his face.

He began to work on getting his shirt off, his larger frame engulfing mine. I always wondered if that was w=one of the reasons he started to date me, because he was so much larger, so much stronger than me. James is about 6’2, and i'm about 5’2, the difference is strong, but it also allows an even more delicious stretch from him pounding into me, a feeling I would soon experience.

My fingers reached up to trace his toned chest, the short hairs tickling my fingertips. James hands became to work on my own shirt, tearing it off of me with ease. I was left in just my oanties and bra, both matching in a light pink lace. James still had his pants on, the rough fabric gliding against the soft skin if my thighs. His calloused hands explored my chest, groping at my breasts before unclapssing my bra, sliding it off of me, my peaks hardening as they are hit with the cold air.

James leaned down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth as I whined, my back arching into his touch, feeling his tongue swirl around the aching bud with a soft groan.

“Gonna get you nice and pregnant.. Have a baby really be sucking on these too..” He murmured against my chest, feeling myself get even wetter at his words. 

James always had a breeding kink, but it grew more and more in the last few years. Sometimes I wondered if he was genuinely serious about wanting to have kids, but I was fine if it was just something that got him going.

James pulled away from my bud with a pop, the skin there now a slight purple color for his insistent sucking. He began to kiss down my body, his tongue tracing down my stomach until he reached the waistband of my panties. James' ice blue eyes met mine, glazed in lust and need as he bit down on the fabric, dragging it off of me with his teeth. I could honestly cum at the sight. 

James' bearded face tickled my inner thighs, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin as his warm breath met my warm and damp flesh. He licked a bold stripe up my slit, causing me to gasp and buck against his face, though he pulled away, snickering at my neediness.

“You need me, sweetie?” He teased me.

“Mhm… please jamie…” I whined out to him.

“What do you need from me?” James acted oblivious, slowly undoing his belt.

I flushed at the question, embarrassed to admit but I knew I needed it. “Need you in me..” I whined again, and his grin grew as he nodded and removed his pants.

“Good girl,” He murmured, removing his boxers to reveal his aching and throbbing cock, the tip red and already dripping with precum. My mouth watered at the sight, feeling him press against me, his tip sliding through my sopping floods as I bit back a moan, my hips bucking against his, urging him to push in.

With a loud groan he entered me with a slow thrust, allowing me to adjust to his size, stretching me deliciously. I moaned at the sensation, my warmth wrapping tightly around him. James' eyes stared at where we connected, astonished in a sense as he began to thrust, deeply with a slow pace.

Each thrust made me moan out, soft breathy sounds as the bed creaked. He placed his arms around my head, and I tried to grip his arms with my smaller hands, only able to wrap them halfway around his muscle.

James' long, slightly curly blonde locks draped down his shoulders and hung by his face, leaning down closer as our lips met in a heated kiss, our tongues meeting. With the kiss, his thrusts grew faster, harder, and more urgent, only causing me to moan louder.

“So tight for me… so pretty baby,” He groaned into my ear as he broke the kiss. I tensed and gasped after a particularly hard thrust. My eyes began to roll back before he pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, making me yelp in pleasure.

“Keep your eyes on me,” James demanded, and I tried to comply, my eyes fluttering occasionally.

His rough, calloused finger reached down and began to rub my clit, sending me into even more pleasure, beginning to squirm a bit, getting overstimulated.

James just snickered at my reaction, speeding up his thrusts, the pleasure soon getting too much to bear as I whined out.

“Shhhh, it's alright baby… needa get you pregnant, just stay still..” James murmured to me, and I had to fight off the tears that stung my eyes. His thrusts grew more erratic, and I could feel myself growing closer. I tried to open my mouth to speak and warn, but before I could, my orgasm ripped through me hard, moaning so loud the neighbors could probably hear.

James didn't relent though, his speed and depth growing as he moaned and groaned into my ear. It was all so overstimulating and overwhelming, almost too much to handle. The tears I had fought off began to spill out, my mascara staining my face.

“Just a little more, needa fuck my babies into you, remember?” James cooed, and soon his hips were bucking even more as he spilled inside me, his warm seed filling me up as he held himself inside, feeling his cock throb and twitch as his orgasm subsided.

James leaned down as kissed me gently, his short bangs clinging to his sweaty forehead, his resting on mine as we tried to catch our breath, my walls still fluttering around his length.

“Did so good for me,” He praised in a breath, already tired from our relentless love making.

After a moment James pulled out, he stared down at the mess of our love, his cum dripping out of my now aching hole. He pushed back in any that threatened to leave me, transfixed on the sight.

“So pretty baby,” He murmured, coming to lay down next to me in bed and hold me, “And even more pretty pregnant..” He teased with a smile, and I giggled.

I never knew if he was serious about the whole ‘baby’ thing, but I wouldn't mind having a child with the love of my life.

[cryptic--writing]

Haiii ‼️🦐🪤

So like ‘88 James gets in a really bad fight, so you clean him up and cuddle with him :3

hihi!!

this req is so so cute so I hoped I did it some justicw

its more of a drabble bc its super duper short

also I'm typing all of this out on 9/25 so y'all will prob see this in a week or so

anyways here

word count: 966

warnings: fluff, light ansgt, gentle descriptions of blood and brusies, a fight (obvi) and that's it

FIX THE BROKEN, TEND THE WOUNDED (1988)

It was a regular night at home, sitting back on the couch while watching some TV and eating some snacks, not paying that much to the show, all of it becoming static in my ears before hearing my boyfriend, James, stumble into the apartment. My eyes snapped out of their haze, glancing towards his bruises, slightly bloody face as a blood trail tickled from his nose.

My concern instantly sky rocketed, jolting up from the couch and iving towards him quickly.

“James, oh my god, what happened to you?” I quickly muttered out, taking his face in my hands as I scanned for any more injuries.

“Just got in a scuffle at the bar… I'll be fine…” He mumbled in pain.

I shook my head quickly, “No! You're not ok! You're all beaten up!” I responded back, taking his hand in mine as I noticed his bloodied knuckles, showing he had gotten into a bad fight. At least he had protected himself, or tried to.

“Baby, let me help you clean up,” I pleaded with him. James was always the ‘strong one’, and rarely seeked comfort in others and would just wallow in his own pain. I was tired of seeing him like that, he needed to understand that it's ok to be human.

James just sighed and nodded, clearly beat (literally) and exhausted. I guided him carefully into the bathroom, having him sit on the edge of the bathtub as I grabbed some medical supplies from our medicine cabinet, saline to clean his wound, tissues, a wet wash cloth and bandages.

I kneeled in front of him, beginning to wipe off the dirt and gunk of his face, wincing as it past his cuts, the sensation uncomfortable for him.

“I know it hurts, just let me help..” I cooed gently in response, continuing to wipe the dirt and blood away until his face was somewhat clean.

“This'll sting, but it's not as painful as an infection,” I warned and assured him, beginning to wash the cut on his cheek, a deeper mark that had a chance to leave a scar, but it would change my love for him. It would probably only make me love him more as it showed more of his story, and our story.

James whined as his face scrunched in pain, and it made me upset to see him hurting like this.

“How did you even get into a fight?” I asked, dabbing away some blood that spilled from his wound, getting a bandaged ready to place over it.

“Some prick shit talking the band.. Saying we sold out.. Normally it doesn't bother me but he started putting hands on me and what not,” James explained in a mumble, so drained and sore it probably only made him more tired to speak, so I wouldn't push him much more to talk.

“That's stupid.. You guys are doing great, and just ignore dumbasses like him,” I comforted, placing the bandage on his cheek.

James just huffed in response, watching as I tended to him, careful with every part of him. After I finished cleaning his battered face, I moved my focus to his hands, holding them in my own as I observed the cuts on his knuckles and dried blood that covered the area, repeating the same process, wiping away the crust and gunk, making sure there was none left as I poured saline on it, drying it and applying more bandages to his poor hands.

After we were done, we went into the bedroom. I helped him get dressed, removing his tattered shirt to reveal a thin, not deep, but long scrape on his side with bruises on his chest and stomach. Who would hurt him like this? It was a hard watch, frowning at the sight.

“James, how badly did this guy get you? We should take you to a doctor..” I worried, still taking note of every mark on his body. 

“He just.. Got an angle on me, I fought him worse anyways…” He mumbled back in response, and I nodded with a sigh, cleaning him up once more, washing his wound and bandaging it as he went to lay on the bed. I helped him get comfortable without pushing too much on his bruises, not wanting him to be in any more pain than he already was.

“Stay here, Ill go get you some pills,” I informed, kissing his forehead softly as he hummed in response before I scurried into the bathroom, grabbing him some painkillers and cold bottle of water out the fridge before turning back to him, his fatigued form curled in bed.

“Here, take these, you'll feel better,” I said, handing him to=he pills and water as I got into bed beside James, waiting for him to finish taking the medication.

“Cmere..” I mumbled, opening my arms for him, and for one of those few times, he came up close and snuggled to me. James loved cuddling, but normally when he was the one cuddling me. But, I feel like I almost preferred holding him over him holding me, stroking his soft, wav golden locks as he huffed, soon to succumb to the tiredness he had endured after his fight.

I knew he would be in even worse pain in the morning, so I had to mentally prepare for his invisibility, but also the sweet side he hid on stage. To the world, he was James Hetfield, a man of metal and crazy, but to me, he was just James. The softest, sweetest guy you could ever know.

“Thanks… I loved you…” He muttered into my chest and I continued to stroke his hair.

“Love you too,” I answered back, and he fell asleep in my arms.

[cryptic--writing]

hihi!

this is for @mustainegf writing comp- I've never written fanfiction (let alone smut) before so i hope this isn't too terrible

(also ik the pic is MOP era but its the only pic of them in the snow with cliff so pretend its RTL era)

word count: 4,334

warnings: fluff, eventual smut (it takes awhile), kissing, really awkward moments, reader blushes way too much and is too nervous around james

𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙄𝘾𝙀 (1985 james)

Every so often, my brother, Lars, would allow me to join him and his band, Metallica, on tour. This was one of those every so oftens as the band traveled to our home country, Denmark. I always enjoyed these times traveling with him. I loved the scenes and the music, but, I mostly looked for to getting to spend time with one of his closest friends, James. 

This stop of the tour was a longer one, instead of the regular show-and-go, the five of us were going to spend the weekend here in our place of childhood, Gentofte Municipality, Denmark. We were able to muster the money to rent a 2 bedroom cabin, which wasn't too convenient with five of us planning to stay there the full weekend. 

As much as it would've joyed me to share a bed with James, I knew it would've been awkward for not just us, but the whole band, so I took the couch in the end. Lars and James would share one of the rooms, and Kirk and Cliff in the other. 

The cabin was slightly cramped, for five people at least. The scenery was beautiful, a perfect, homey, and cozy feeling.

It was the second day of our time here, so the place had grown quite messy due to the boy's frequent drinking and rowdy behavior. They had performed the night prior, so the fridge was empty, with nothing to eat or drink.

It was nearing 8 PM, and we were all thirsty and hungry for something to eat.

We were all sitting in the messy living room, scattered with empty cans and bottles of beer with chip bags scattered about as well.

“The storm is only gonna get worse, we should go get something before the stores close.”  Lars finally decided, glancing around the other four of us, who all collectively nodded.

“I’ll go with you, I need to get out anyways, it's too tight in here.” Kirk agreed, standing up to grab the keys of the rental car we had gotten.

“You guys wanna go?” Lars questioned James, Cliff, and I. 

Cliff nodded, standing with a sigh, “Uhm, sure I guess, I’ll go.”

“James? You gonna come?” Lars asked again, to which James shook his head.

“You think I’d go out in that shit? No, I'll stay in here.” He said with a scoff.

Lars nodded with a sigh, “Alright, you?”

I shook my head, “Nah, I'm good.” I said, my tone slightly hesitant.

Lars nodded, saying goodbye as he walked out with the other two, heading towards the car.

It seemed that with them leaving, the room felt hotter, even with missing three bodies. I wasn't paying much attention, my eyes absentmindedly staring at James.

The two of us had never really had time alone, it was always with Lars or the whole band there. I watched as he fidgeted with his thumbs before standing up and walking towards the window, my eyes following his every move.

I didn't think he could see me staring, as I never made it too obvious, but he could feel my eyes boring into him. 

“Storm is only getting rougher out there, it's gonna be a mess when they come back,” James observed, though his words were just an absent hum as I was lost in my thoughts, staring at the man I had been crushing on since I met him. 

My eyes traced each of his features, studying how his messy, long, curly blonde mane draped on his back and shoulders, his muscular frame, and his strong jaw. My thoughts began to wander, too far maybe, thinking of how his bangs would cover his sweat-coated forehead, his muscles twitching as he groaned while.

“Hello? Did you hear me?” His words quickly snapped me out of my thoughts as he caught my eyes with his own. 

I paused, “Uhm.. yeah, what were you talking about?” I said, my face heating, a small pink on my cheeks as he held eye contact with me from across the room.

He rolled his eyes, “I said that the storm outside is getting pretty bad. The guys may struggle to get back before everything freezes. Were you even listening?” 

I nodded, “Yeah, totally, just.. spaced out a bit..” I said, my tone slightly embarrassed. 

I was such a terrible liar, I hadn't even heard a word the man had said. I was too lost in the thoughts of him.

James sighed, walking back towards the couch and sitting next to me.

“Kinda cold in here, don't you think?” He asked, glancing at me as I kicked the blanket off of myself.

Cold? How is he cold? My body feels like it's on fire! With this proximity, just the two of us? How could he be cold?

“Do you dislike questions or something? Or is it me?” He teased me for not responding to his questions for the second time.

“No, sorry, just.. thinking, I guess,” I paused, trying to remember what we were talking about in the first place, “Uh, no, I don't find it too cold. It's kinda hot in here.” I said, my eyes once again wandering to him, though avoiding his own.

“Hot? It's like, 54 degrees in here, it's cold!” He said with a soft laugh.

I shrugged, god how I loved his laugh, so soft and sweet. I forced an answer, “Uh, yeah. Maybe I just need some fresh air outside..” I said, slowly standing up. I could feel his eyes follow me until I reached the front door, though it wouldn't budge. I pushed the door harder, though still, the door didn't open.

“The door is stuck,” I said, giving the door another push.

James stood, walking towards the door, standing closely behind me before gently moving me out of his way and to the side with his hands. I felt my skin burn where he touched, my face turning slightly red. He gave the door a push with all of his body weight, though still, the door wouldn't move.

James moved the curtain away from the window, seeing nothing but white snow. He scoffed in annoyance and surprise, “Seems like we're snowed in.” He stepped back, shrugging his shoulders.

I let out an annoyed groan. Now I truly was stuck in this home with him. The thought always excited me, as I would dream of getting time alone with him. But now that it's in fruition, I couldn't be more embarrassed and nervous. The snow most likely wouldn't be gone until tomorrow afternoon. How would I last with him?

He sighed, sitting down on the couch, and picking  up the blanket I had kicked onto the floor, “You gonna use it?” James asked, watching me as I walked towards him and sat down next to him again.

I shook my head, “Nope, go for it.” I said, keeping a respectable half-foot between us. As much as I’d love to snuggle up to him, I'm not sure if he would.

He laughed softly again, the sound making butterflies flutter in my stomach, “This blanket isn't too warm. How did you and Lars survive living here for more than a few days? It's like the Arctic here!” 

I gave a small laugh and shrugged at his comment, “I'm not sure, guess we just.. adapted.”

James smiled lightly, “I like your laugh, it's.. cute.” He admitted softly, causing me to feel like my face was on fire.

The butterflies were no longer fluttering, but fighting and dancing with each other to get out. I had to force myself to speak, or think. “Oh, uhm..” The words wouldn't come out, I felt like an idiot.

This moment felt like years and years, though it was thirty seconds. Though, James beat me to speak.

“I'm sorry, did I say something wrong? I didn't mean it like that if that's-” He said guiltily before I cut him off,

“No, no, sorry, just, spaced out again. Thank you.” My words were rushed and embarrassed. I still couldn't get over the compliment. It wasn't even a real compliment, just a comment on my laugh.

The room had an awkward, uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. I felt like I could start sweating, which I did. A small bead of sweat formed on my forehead, which I wiped away.

“Why are you sweating? It's cold in here.” James questioned me, which I shook my head in response to.

“No, I'm fine,” I mumbled out, fidgeting with my thumbs.

James nodded, “Alright, well, if you aren't, then I'll turn on the heater if you don't mind.” He said, already walking towards the heater.

I sighed, nodding and forcing a smile, maybe he didn't feel how I did about him, “Sure, go ahead.”

He pushed buttons on the thermostat, trying to get it to turn on, grumbling a few ‘cmons’ to himself as he tried to heat the cabin, which failed. He groaned in annoyance,

“The damn thing won't work! I'm gonna freeze to death in here!” He complained, which he seemed to do a lot of.

I was starting to cool down, even though my face was still slightly warm. Was I really that needy for him? Pathetic.

James sat back down on the couch, though leaving no gap like how I had. The heat of my face began to build again, only after a short break of peace. He stretched his arms out, his long, strong arms across the top of the couch, like how they did in cheesy rom-com. 

His fingers brushed my shoulder, making me tense slightly. He had to know what he was doing. As if he knew how I felt, he moved even closer, our legs now touching, even with his blanket on his legs. I glanced up at him, catching his gaze. Was he staring at me? I didn't know if I should say something, but holding eye contact like this, this close, just felt.. Weird. It was something I had only dreamed of, except my dreams were never this awkward.

“What's up?” I forced myself to ask, dying to break the awkward silence.

James shrugged, “Nothing, just..” He trailed off, his eyes still on mine.

I could feel a change in the air, no longer friendly, but now with a hint of something more. 

I couldn't take my eyes off of him, he was so captivating, and he couldn't let go of my eyes either. 

Eventually, I couldn't stand the tension, deciding that it'd be best if I started to get ready for bed. “Uhm, I'm gonna start getting ready and put on my pajamas,” I said softly, breaking my eyes away from his as I got up and walked towards the bathroom.

James nodded, “Alright.” He acknowledged, waiting for me to return as his eyes followed me until I vanished into the bathroom.

I stood in there, staring at the mirror. For once I felt the coldness James was talking about. Maybe it was the room, maybe it was the tension, or maybe it was how I felt for him truly bubbling to the surface. I've always had a massive crush on him, but we've only had maybe 4 conversations alone that had nothing to do with the band or Lars. 

I took a deep breath, quickly changing out of my sweatpants and t-shirt island into a tank top and shorts, which was not practical for weather like this, but it's what I had. I opened the door and stepped out into the living room. I was freezing and didn't see James, which confused me.

“In here,” James called out from Lars and his room. I spun around, walking down the short hallway and into the doorway, seeing him sitting on the bed in a shirt and sleep pants. I was shivering slightly, the cold air stinging my skin for the first time since the rest of the band had left. It was a relief, though I quickly got tired of the cold.

“Ya cold? You're shaking a bit.” James noticed, and I could feel his eyes raking over my now more revealed figure.

I was never one to wear smaller, skimpier clothes, so this was a sight few got to see, and I never expected James Hetfield, my crush of 3 years to see me like this. I still handt answered and a few seconds had passed. I shrugged with a nod, 

“Yeah, a bit,” I admitted, crossing my arms on my chest as I tried to rub my hands up and down my arms to warm myself up.

“Maybe I could. Warm you up a bit?” He asked, slightly hesitant. His eyes didn't meet mine, as they were too busy tracing my figure.

I froze a bit. There were so many ways to interpret that. A blanket? Warm drink? Cuddling? Making out? Or even-

“Like cuddling, or, if you don't want to it's fine.” He muttered, embarrassed that he even asked.

I nodded, a small blush creeping up on my cheeks, “Oh, uh, sure, yeah..” I agreed softly, walking towards him as he moved across the bed, lying down, and getting under the covers. I sat down on the bed, giving him a glance at the question, which he didn't answer, but I took it as a yes. I lay down next to him, moving closer, feeling his arms wrap around my waist, making my face burn up again. James pressed his chest against my back, I could feel every muscle of his against my back, my heart beating faster.

“You ok? You seem tense.” James questioned me, and he was right, I don't think I’ve ever been more nervous and excited at once.

“No, I'm fine,” I muttered. Though, he wanted to test that. It was almost like he knew that he was the source of the tension in my body. He moved closer, pressing himself against me, making me burn red in my cheeks, and my heart beat faster if that was even possible.

“Am I bothering you? I'm not that scary, I promise.” He teased me.

I tensed slightly at his teasing, how could I ever play this down? It was clear he knew what he was doing, and it was driving me crazy.

“No, I'm fine, James,” I muttered, my words rushed.

He chuckled softly at my reaction, leaning his face closer to the back of my neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps. It was getting harder to deny what he was doing was having a major effect on me. His lips ghosted the back of my neck, making me bite back a whine of need, feeling heat pool between my kegs.

As much as I had dreamt of this moment, god, it was torturous. 

After another minute of his teasing, I couldn't take any more of it. I rolled onto my side, now facing him, my eyes meeting his. He gave a sly smirk, which only seemed to irritate me. We stared at each other for what felt like years, though it was mere seconds. Slowly, I leaned into him, pressing a soft, gentle, and loving kiss to his lips, and he reciprocated. This was something I had only ever dreamed of. 

The kiss felt like hours, though it was brief. We pulled back from each other, our eyes meeting, a small smile on both of our lips.

“You aren't great at hiding your feelings, you know?” James teased me. I rolled my eyes,

“Oh shut up, James,” I mumbled against his lips before kissing him again, this time with more need and freedom.

He nipped at my bottom lip, asking for entrance which I allowed, and what was once an awkward night on the couch changed into a steamy makeout session in bed.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as he tangled his fingers in my hair.

The moment only grew more intense, a plethora of soft moans and groans escaping our lips. I had never felt so alive, so good.

We began to run out of breath, pulling away and gasping for breath. James pulled me on top of his, kissing him again. 

No words left our mouths, just filthy noises as we ravished each other's mouths. I straddled his hips with my legs, making him groan as I hovered above him. He pulled away from the kiss, staring up at me in awe,

“God, you're something else..” He mumbled, snaking his hands under my tanktop, pulling it over my head, exposing my breaths, my nipples hardening at the cold air, making me shiver slightly as goosebumps rose on my skin.

He groaned at the sigh, his hands reaching up to toy with them, making me moan softly, causing him to smirk, “You sound so pretty..” He murmured, squeezing them and pinching my nipples making me squeal.

I reached my hands down towards his shoulders, trailing my fingers down to the hem of his shirt, taking it off of him and seeing his sculpted body, making me blush at the sight. 

I had never imagined that this trip would lead to this, but I was loving every minute of it. 

My eyes roamed over his chest, taking in the sight I dreamed of. He noticed my staring, giving me a teasing grin,

“What? See something you like?” He teased me with that stupid grin. I rolled my eyes, moving off his lap so I could remove his pants, dragging them down his legs to reveal his hardness pressing against his boxers, making me smirk a little at the sight. 

I couldn't help but tease him a little, similar to how he did me, gently tracing the outline of it with my finger, making him groan at my touch, light as a feather. 

He adjusted, sitting up more, leaving me with better access as I snaked between his legs, continuing to toy with him, darting my tongue out, tracing along the fabric, earning me a much louder groan.

“You're cruel..” He groaned out, gripping my hair. I chuckled at his complaints and groans,

“You were doing the same thing to me just a bit ago..” I teased him back in response, which he wasn't pleased with, groaning again as he tightened the grip on my hair.

After a few more minutes of torturing him, milking him of his whines and groans before pulling away, admiring the wet spot now clearly evident on his boxers. I glanced up at him, wanting to make sure he wanted to do this.

“Are you sure?” I asked though I was praying full-heartedly that he'd say yes.

He nodded, “Fuck yes Im sure, hurry up..” He groaned, and I smiled, pulling down his boxers.

I gawked at the size, his cock standing proud and tall, and I could feel myself growing wetter at the sight alone.

I paused for a moment, staring down at his erection and back up at him. I had only had sex once or twice, and I was slightly unsure of what to do, which James took notice of.

“If you do not want to, that's fine, I don't wanna make you-” I quickly cut him off,

“No, this is something I've wanted forever, James. Just, I'm a bit nervous. I've only done things like this once or twice.” I admitted, embarrassed by my inexperience, especially in front of a guy who probably gets with groupies every night or so.

James nodded understandingly, sensing my fear. “That's fine, I'll guide you.” He assured me, and it helped a bit.

I nodded, sitting up and slipping out of my shorts, leaving both of us naked except for my panties. James couldn't take his eyes off me, reaching his hand out to the waistband before glancing up at me,

“Can I?” He asked gently, to which I nodded quickly, watching as the garment was discarded, James tossing it to the floor and his eyes raked over my fully exposed form, taking in every detail as if he was putting it to memory. I waited a moment before sitting back on him, straddling him, my hips hovering over his tip. 

I glanced at him again, not wanting to rush things. He nodded, giving me the final ok as I sank onto him, a loud moan escaping my throat as he groaned, filling me fully and instinctively reaching for my hips, which he gripped so tightly I was sure he'd leave bruises. I sat there a moment, still adjusting to his size, as he was much bigger than the other man I had been with, I didn't feel anything, at least emotionally, but now I did.

Slowly, he began to thrust his hips up, making me moan as I slowly matched his movements, riding him as he pumped himself deeper into me.

Each of his movements allowed filthy, obscene noises to escape my lips. He moved my mouth to my neck, kissing and sucking on my sensitive flesh, stimulating me greatly, causing,e to whine and moan more.

James was breathing heavily on my neck, groaning with each thrust, “God, you're so beautiful.. So tight.. So pretty, all for me..” He groaned against my neck, slowly increasing his pace, and making me moan louder.

I needed to hold something, gripping his shoulders and digging my nails into his flesh, making him hiss through his teeth as he continued to pump into me.

I could feel myself growing tighter, clenching around him as I neared my release.

As if the pleasure couldn't grow anymore, he reached his thumb down and began to toy with my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure and need through me, making me moan louder as he continued to leave hickeys and bite marks all over my neck, marking me as his.

“You're doing so well.. Taking me so well.. You're so good..” He whispered praises to me in between his kisses, making me whine.

He continued all of his ministrations, rubbing my clit and sucking on my neck, pumping his cock deeper, faster, and harder into me, all overwhelming my senses.

“Fuck.. James, I.. I'm gonna..” I moaned out, feeling myself clench around him tighter as he groaned louder.

“Me too, baby.. Just let go..” He whispered to me, and with one final, harsh rub to my clit I came undone around him, moaning his name so loud that anyone nearby probably heard, but I didn't care. The man I've wanted for years just made me feel so good, and now he's mine, and I'm his.

He came at the same time, shooting his load deep into me, painting my insides white.

My hole continued to milk him of every last drop, pulsing around him until I could feel him soften, pulling his face away from my neck and resting my forehead against his.

“I love you, James. I have since we met..” I whispered to him, and he smiled softly in response.

“I love you too.” He murmured back to me, kissing me gently and the lips as I pulled off of him, laying down beside him as he stood up, “I’ll go get a towel to clean us up, ok?” He informed me, and I nodded with a smile.

He returned with a damp washcloth and a dry towel, carefully wiping up my most sensitive areas, not wanting to hurt me. 

After he finished, he laid back down next to me, wrapping his arms around me, whispering sweet nothings and praises to me as we slowly fell asleep.

“I love you.. You're so beautiful..” James mumbled to me softly before falling asleep, and I followed soon after.

In the morning

As the sun rose, the snow slowly began to melt, freeing the door of its lack of movement.

The rest of the guys had returned, having gotten so drunk they decided to stay at a different hotel for the night.

I woke up to the sound of the front door opening, too groggy and half asleep to get up and see who or what it was, moving closer to James’ hold, which he seemed to enjoy in his sleep. I glanced around the room, taking in the surroundings.

Our clothes were scattered on the floor that surrounded the bed, though I didn't pay it any mind, as no one would come in or care.

Though, it seems I had thought wring when Lars barged through the door.

“What the fuck happened here?” He yelled out at James and me. The sight was a messy one, the two of us cuddled up, limbs sprawled, hair messy, various hickies and marks on my neck, and with our clothes all over the floor didn't paint a good light.

I was quickly snapped out of my sleepy state, pulling the blanket over my chest as James began to wake up.

“Get out!” I shouted at my brother.

He had seen me with a guy one other time, but that guy wasn't his best friend or his bandmate. He didn't move for a moment, just shaking his head as James groaned, still waking up.

“..What..?” James asked, his voice groggy and full of sleep, rubbing his eyes as he took in the sight of Lars in the bed frame, the other guys not far behind him.

“Did you sleep with my sister?” Lars called back at James.

I could feel my face heating up, god how embarrassing this was.

“I said get out you dickhole!” I yelled back at Lars, who scoffed and shut the door.

James was still half asleep, looking at me, slightly confused, “What's going on..?” He asked me sleepily.

“Lars isn't happy that I fucked you,” I admitted, still really embarrassed about this.

James scoffed, “Whatever, I’ll talk to him.” He muttered, tossing his arm around me.

“What will you tell him? He seems to have quite the stick up his ass about this.” I complained, my eyes meeting his.

“That I love you.” He answered with a smile, kissing me gently on the lips.

[cryptic--writing]

writing rules and stuff

hihi!

so i decided that i wanna keep writing so here's a list of what i will 100% write

will:

people:

james hetfeild

kirk hammett

jason newstead

cliff burton (not smut i cant bring myself to do that)

dave mustaine

rdr2 charecters

eventually ill do more people, so just ask and ill prob do it! (if i dont know them much, then it may not be as good)

catagories:

basically anything (fluff, angst, smut, etc) 

what about “wont”?

tbh if i dont wanna write it i just wont so send in any request, ill probably do it unless its crazy messed up, like _ r*ping reader or smth

other notes:

i would really like to write series and stuff with a good amount of plot, or atleast oneshots that build up to wtv. i really like angst and stuff so ill gladly write stuff like that

i also just tend to have longer writing things so idk i like build up and detailing things so yah!

feel free to request anything! i wanna start getting a lot of stuff written before school starts for me in september :)