#james hetfield fanfic

[iheartjameshetfield]

lord forgive me for i am about to sin 🙏🙏

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[llittletingoddess]

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 🥀

«When the night comes, the stars begin to shine and the greatest crimes begin to come into life»

part 1

part 2

part 3 of multiply

°•○ warnings: age gap, slow burn, original character, cursing, smoking, drinking, mentions of death, mentions of murder, mentions of abduction, manipulation, abuse, national hate, politics mention, discrimination, shooting mention, blood mention, injury mention

°•○ Note from Author: FINALLY! You can't believe how long I wanted to finally release this chapter, cause it's so important for the story, but, unfortunately, this chapter became a healing process for me personally. Through highs and lows, after losing all materials, inspiration and wish to write, after months of hiatus - here it is. And you know what's funny? As I finished this chapter I finally closed that part of my life and I am finally feel free. Lesson learned, and now, despite of having zero free time, I am the happiest, cause I know that I have a shoulder to cry on 🤍 Anyways! I hope you'll enjoy this new chapter!

To the person who deleted months of my work without saying sorry  - Karma will return you your receipt one day

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III. All Within My Hands

Los Angeles, California

“It’s gonna be one of our biggest meetings ever”, James’ assistant said with a confident tone, making James smirk proudly. After all those long years - here he is, on his peak as the owner of the biggest music company completing his monopoly game. The whole world was in his hands, and God, did it feel nice. James smirked, thinking about such a big success in such a short amount of time and nodded. “Are all of the possible integrations’ partners invited?”, he asked, excited. 

This meeting was supposed to be not only a way to show his success and increase his positions in the music industry’s monopoly, but to invite some world-known partners for a nice integration. That was the best strategy to gain more audience and make more promotion - wouldn’t it be nice to get money from the teenagers who will ask for a premium subscription just to listen to their favorite music non-stop, and later turn it into the biggest and the most expensive family subscription. “Denon didn’t make it but we still have Meta here, so our biggest integration is 90% done”, an assistant said, following James through the long corridors of the Blackened Corporation building. 

He felt inspired and joyful - his company finally got its recognition. Who wouldn’t be happy? After all these long years he was proud to say that he accomplished something he always wanted. James entered the conference room, greeting his colleagues with a smirk and received a round of applause. God, James felt so proud. His ego was treated so damn well, everyone was welcoming him, cheering him, recognizing his success and all the years of hard work he has done.

 “Good morning, colleagues”, James said with a fake smile, hiding his self-rating deep inside. He hated these people so much… narcissistic billionaires who didn’t know what hard work is. Little FBI’s bitches, doing everything to keep their platform growing. But they didn’t need to know how James felt about meeting all these rich faces from “Forbes” and “Time” magazine covers. He walked on the little pedestal that was built so well for him, recognising him, son of poor parents that never supported him and fixed his blazer with a quick touch of his fingers on the fabric. “I hope you are feeling as inspired and proud as I am today”, he said with a bossy tone, holding the sides of the stand with papers on it. 

“First of all, I thank you all for coming here today to celebrate the “Blackened Corporation” growing success. We are living in an incredibly interesting time, time of innovations. And as you all might already know, innovations in the 21st century are equal to capitalism. As I will present the results of Blackened Corporation’s work with audience during the last six months, I hope our success and absolute leadership in the industry will inspire you to provide our product on your platforms”, James said, coughing a little and stared on the big screen behind him, that showed a logo of his company. His assistant started a promotional video, showing what Blackened was all about. There were some new faces and this video was necessary for them to watch. 

“As some might not know, Blackened is all about providing the best music in all ways possible”, he started, staring at the video of people listening to music through his app. “Our engineers make everything possible to provide the best quality of the audio to our customers. We are working with Dolby Atmos technology to make the sound experience as good as possible, so you won’t even notice that you’re actually in your headphones. Blackened App provides the best number of settings and equalizer modes for every different music genre type and every specific task of our customers. Comfort, simplicity, creativity and the best sound experience are our main criteria for work and our credo in developing our application”, James said proudly, looking at the faces of possible investors. Were they curious? Were they interested in the collaboration with his company? He wanted to finish that Meta contract and get the biggest deal his company ever did, and for that he needed to prove to the “Ginger Zucky” that there were no others like James and his corporation.

“With this upcoming season end I am happy to announce that this is the most successful season in the history of Blackened Corporation”, he said, nodding to the applause of his colleagues and partners. James looked at them silently, adoring this glory he fought decades for, and looked at the screen with some diagrammas on it. “This past season, because of our new international contract with the European market our profit increased to 256%. With our new contract with Russian partners we’ve got ten million new subscribers. Our investment in promotion and advertising helped us to reach new highs and find some issues that we quickly fixed. “Blackened App” is an undisputed leader in the field of streaming platforms and I am happy to announce that next year we are going to set new standards in the world of streaming. Not only are we setting the goal to double this year’s profits, but we are looking for new agreements. Next year, “Blackened App” will…

Knock. Crunch. Whistle. Gasps. Panic. James didn’t have time to understand what just happened when a shooting pain crossed his shoulder. He looked at his left shoulder that stained his silver blazer with his own blood, still trying to realize what was going on. Only when he saw blood stains on the screen and his bodyguards covering him with their bodies James realized: he just survived an assault. But how did it happen? Conference room was so high in his skyscraper and his possible partners couldn’t bring any weapons here because he had a strong security system in his headquarters. He grabbed his shoulder and huffed, slightly groaning from pain. “Take care of them first, I’m fine. Cody, stay with me, Jay, Roman, lead them to the safe space. We’ll finish the conference next time”, James said with a pause and turned to look at the direction from where he was almost killed. The glass had a tiny hole that was evidence of the assault. Someone tried to kill him from the roof of the building beside the headquarters. James stared at it, wondering if the sniper was still there and he looked surprised when he saw a silhouette of a person. 

“Cody, there! There’s someone on that fucking roof!”. He shouted, pointing at the building and his bodyguard didn’t need a command to understand what to do. Whoever was that sniper - he lost the shot. James kept staring at the person and.. the person was staring at him? Though it was at least 100 meters from the building, he could tell that the sniper was staring at him fearlessly. “You’re dead, little loser”, he murmured to himself, staring at his killer and smirked when the person escaped the roof, followed by the police sirens. Whoever that was, his days of freedom were over. 

20 minutes later, James received medical help, while Blackened Corporation headquarters were filled with the police officers that already worked on protocol of the assault. Paparazzi and news correspondents were there as well, trying to be the first to get the hot headline for their source. Thankfully, Ryan, his manager, took them on himself. “Mr. Hetfield is receiving medical help and is feeling okay. The upcoming updates will be provided in our social media, so I ask you to leave the building and give Mr. Hetfield some privacy to recover”, the well-looking man said to the journalists, leaving them with a lack of information. 

Meanwhile at the extra exit James was put into an emergency carriage. Medics said that he needed surgery to take off the bullet, and James didn’t have any other choice - just like his killer. When Cody came inside of the carriage, James thought that his killer was caught. Bodyguard panted, holding something in his hand and gave it to his boss to see. “Mr. Hetfield, this was all we found on the roof”, he said, expecting anger from his boss. “How in the hell did you let that asshole escape?” James spat with annoyance and opened the cloth, wondering what was inside, and the thing he saw wasn’t what he expected. A red rose. He stared at the flower in confusion and noticed a piece of paper beside it. He unfolded it and immediately squeezed it after reading a short note from his killer, throwing it into Cody. 

“I need all the information about The Wild Rose”.

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Los Angeles, California

Leah was going to the city center, staring silently onto posters with announcements of different concerts and events in the city. Carriage had the smell of a middle class people - heavy hot air mixed with the smell of sweat, cheap perfume and cigarettes. That was what she disliked the most in the metropolitan - though she was far away from Moscow, the only difference metropolitan in Los Angeles had were more modern carriages. She held close the guitar case that was on her lap, protecting deep secrets that were hidden into it. 

For the public she was just a young pretty girl-musician that hurried up to her guitar classes. 

For the new world order of this planet - she was The Wild Rose.

Leah left the carriage, fixing her guitar case on her shoulder, fixed her deep black hoodie and put on her favorite playlist with post-punk songs that reminded her about Russia. Its grey, dark, unfriendly streets that were covered in thick smoke, old Soviet apartment buildings and void in grumpy people’s eyes… “Жить тяжело и неуютно, зато уютно умирать”, she quietly hummed to the song’s lyrics, walking out of metropolitan. “To live is hard and uncomfortable, but so comfortable to die” - isn’t it the credo of every person that ever thought about suicide? So comfortable to die.. Leah smirked on the words, getting the quick step to get to her starting point quicker to finish her task by the end of the hour. 

Center of Los Angeles was such a noisy place… after seven years of living in Moscow she was used to the big crowds of people, but LA felt like three Moscows at the same time in the same place! Leah huffed, putting on a hood on her head, trying to be as invisible for people as possible and sneaked into tiny streets with big skyscrapers. She checked the address of Blackened Corporation headquarters in her map and hummed, following the little blue dot on the map. Stupid Los Angeles with tons of houses.. But she couldn’t get a taxi - it was the easiest way to give cops a witness and leave a ton of evidence. She should be careful, and “Careful” was her second name - she’s got her reputation as one of the best international elite killers, she was a joker of the Russian mafia and their secret “emergency button” they pressed in case of someone being way too brave. Like her newest victim, James Alan Hetfield.

Leah knew his name before because she was a customer of his music app, and she was pretty curious to meet him today. What does he look like? Is it a young, tough man full of ambitions with a sporty body? Or was it an older man in a business suit with grey hair? In any case, if he wouldn’t be her victim today she would love to find a way to ride him in his little office. She smirked at her thought and bit her lip, walking to her location. Having quickies with rich men was pretty fun for her. No one knew who she was, and she could’ve made her little fantasies come true: from being a mistress in the house of a big scary KGB boss to being an innocent tourist from Russia who ended up meeting a member of The Royal Family in Buckingham palace. It was her hobby and her lifestyle - after all, she was a free woman and she can do whatever she wants while her personality is being anonymous!

She looked up at the haunted building full of graffiti and broken glass at some places and hummed, walking in. On the opposite side of the building, about a few hundred meters away there was a fancy building of the Blackened Corporation. Leah climbed the stairs in a relaxed mood, chewing her gum and still in her headphones, having a quick look inside of the building. Looked like a place of living for homeless people, and smelled exactly the same. Whatever, she thought, but it better be empty for the next 30 minutes. She didn’t want extra blood today - she won’t get any money for a dead homeless guy.

Once on the roof Leah paused music on her phone and turned the headphones off, letting them hang on her neck. She looked at her location, enjoying how fresh breeze played with her skin and hummed, slowly walking to the edge. She put her hood more on her head to make her face hidden in the shadows and opened the guitar case, revealing her sniper gun. She took a moment to adore it with a smile, pulling gloves that were in the case on her hands to not leave any fingerprints and moved her hand on the cold metal, enjoying the feeling. “Time to get shit done, Becky”, Leah said with a smile and began to install the stander for her gun, doing everything quick and smooth. It wasn’t the first time she used her “Becky”, in fact it was her favorite gun after “Roger” - her little pocket gun with a red rose on it. 

She placed Becky on her stander and turned it into shooting mode, laying on the ground to set it perfectly onto the window of the conference room of the Blackened Corporation. She noticed that there were a lot of people and hummed - too many witnesses, what if someone will notice her? Leah frowned, squirming a little to hide behind the gun and looked at the clock on her phone. It was almost 10AM, so the conference was about to start and she will kill James Hetfield, whoever he was, with only one bullet, like she always did. 

Leah checked her gun one more time in case it wasn’t ready and stared into the conference room through the spy glass of Becky. A door was opened and he saw two men walking in. By the attitude of people, seeing how everyone got up when they entered the room Leah understood who it was. Here he was, James Alan Hetfield in his pride. She watched him, how proudly he walked on the stand that was obviously built for him and smirked, holding Becky tighter. She couldn’t hear what he was talking about and just watched him through her eye-spy glass. 

Her first impression about him was similar to other people’s who met James for the first time - selfish, narcissistic guy with a big ego he loved to treat. Spoiled, he obviously loved the way people looked at him. Leah watched his grin, the way he looked at his potential partners like a wolf at its prey and hummed, understanding why Russians were chasing his head. But the way this man fooled them made her feel respect for him. He wasn’t afraid to take a risk and for some reason it was.. seductive.

Leah watched James, holding her finger on the trigger and tried to stay focused, while her eyes explored him. The way he looked, the way he talked, the way he stood in that room, everything screamed about the power that was inside of this man. Was he one of those men with a golden spoon in his mouth? He went on a big scene right about the time when she went with Konstantine to Moscow. She didn’t know much about him, neither did Russians, how it turned out. James Hetfield was one of the most unknown people that became Leah’s victims and it was such a big contrast with every normal billionaire she chased.. To be known worldwide but unknown to anyone - just like she was. 

Could he feel lonely in this big world like she did? Could he hide his vulnerability deep inside, deep in his stone cold heart like she did? Could he hide all his insecurities and fears under the mask of a powerful businessman? For some reason Leah felt empathy for him, but she shouldn't! He was a victim and she was a killer! She will live with these questions until her own death, never finding out answers to them. She clenched her teeth and pulled the trigger, focusing on her goal and looked in the conference room. 

Did she kill him? 

But what she saw next wasn’t something Leah expected. 

She looked in the spyglass and saw bleeding James still standing on his feet and three bodyguards around him. “Shit!”, she hissed, quickly placing Becky into her bag. She hid behind the edge of the roof and quickly took a piece of paper and paper from the guitar case, writing a little note to him, placing a red rose beside it. Red rose was the sign of her work, so now James will know that it wasn’t over yet. Leah got up, looking on the toned broken glass and had a feeling that someone watched her. She sighed, realising that she left too much evidence and bit her lip, thinking that it was for the better. Now she had the opportunity to find answers to her questions.. But not now. She grabbed her case and rushed away from the roof, jumping through the stairs to have time to escape, and she did it just in time. 

Leah hid in the bushes when men that looked like bodyguards entered the building, searching for her. She slowly moved away from the building, looking for a safer spot where police wouldn't notice her and quickly took off her black clothes, staying in jeans and white t-shirt. She fixed her hair, turning into a guitar student she was supposed to be and carefully sneaked between buildings, putting sunglasses on her eyes. Leah escaped again, but she didn’t kill James like she was supposed to. His image stuck into her mind and she didn’t understand why. But now she needed to disappear from this world in her hideout, expecting Konstantine’s screams and feeling a need for self-reflection. Did she miss her shot on purpose?

[lolamarlowe65]

Just saw a picture of mid 80s James naked and so far i’m holding on well.

(It’s not true i’ve been screaming in my pillow for the past minutes)

[thearsenalofmegadeth]

Could you write a Dave Mustaine x James Hetfield with Top! James and Bottom! Dave? I've been looking for a James and Dave fic where they both have facial hair, maybe the year could be 1992? I want James to be really rough on him and I want some masochistic behaviour from Dave. They could have angry sex or something, I dunno. Can't wait for the fic!

sure thing! i'll start writing tonight, chapter 1 could be done by tomorrow. thank you for your suggestion!

[jessybarnes]

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[thecitysgraveyard]

can you make a fic where the reader is in the crowd at one of Metallicas concerts (load era) and Kirk or James gets eye contact with her and instantly falls in love it can end with fluff or smut

ahh yes, i kinda wanna do both honestly but lets go with james hehe :) and thank you so much for requesting nonnie! and also don't be afraid to request i seriously need more kirk or james requests and i kinda left this at a cliffhanger and its fluff so i hope you don't mind nonnie <3

well here you are, at a metallica concert, finally

honestly this didn't even feel real anymore, you were so excited, last night cause of the excitement you couldn't sleep and now here you are at the event

as you show them your ticket and go, there are literally thousands and thousands of people waiting for them to come out, you push your way toward the front somehow and look at the stage, they were about to show up and your adrenal was pumping

as soon as they came on stage everyone cheered including you, it was amazing seeing them there, infront of you, on stage

everyone looked nice but james really caught your eye, you've always liked him but he looked amazing in real life

god you wished someway or another you could talk to him

as the concert went on, the more you noticed james's eyes falling upon you, maybe it was your imagination you thought

why would he look at me?

and soon the concert came to an end, it was great and as you were walking out the place of the event, you saw james and a crowd of people around, at that moment you didn't want to really go into that crowd cause there were already so many and you didn't have anything to really get signed

as james signed whatever that crowd wanted, you looked at them debating whether you want to say 'hi' or just walk away

after the crowd went away, james started approaching you?

why you? was there someone behind you or what?

you thought and looked around, until he stood infront of you, looking at you and he said with a slight smile "hey, how are you?"

you mind was running a thousand times more than usual and you say "hello I'm doing well what about you?" your voice sounded a bit nervous but you still put up a smile

he smiles back and says "I'm doin' just fine and if I may what is your name pretty lady"

he called you 'pretty lady'

holy shit james hetfield called you 'pretty lady'

at this point you had a slight blush and you say "well my name is y/n"

he grinned and looked at you as he said with a playful tone "a pretty name for a pretty lady"

you looked at him surprised that he was talking to you

"well y/n would you like to come backstage with me?"

you definitely wanted to, this would probably be your only chance and you were going to take it

you nodded and said with a smile "yes I would"

he led you backstage where you met his bandmates, they were all pretty nice and as he talked to them, you looked at james

he looked really nice honestly, you would never imagine yourself being here, with him and the rest of the band

after sometime his bandmates went back to their rooms, now you and james were alone

he looked at you and said "you really caught my eye y/n you know that?"

"really?" you say surprised while looking at him as he comes closer to you

your noses are touching a bit and you blushed as you realized that, is this a dream? you thought

"yeah you did" he smiled and got his hand to your cheek, his calloused hand against your cheek, his eyes go to your lips and then your face

his face seemed to get closer and closer as he leaned forward, towards you

you looked at him as he gets close enough so your lips touch a bit and he asks in a sweet tone "may i kiss you y/n?"

you nodded and said "you may"

james kisses you, his body completely pressed against her. His touch on her body brought him to a sense of euphoria as he felt her soft curves, her warm body being pressed so closely to his.

Her soft lips and her sweet taste were driving him insane. The urge to take her and make her his was becoming too strong to ignore.

as you both pull apart breathlessly, he smiles and looks at you and holds your hand as he says "I know we just met but I already love you, as soon as I saw you there in the concert, looking at me i-i just instantly fell in love with you"

<3

[hetfieldml]

FUCKIN HOMO 😡

[hammettsandwich]

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

first time writing smut😬😪

Caught

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You owe me new underwear though.."

was this good guys😬...

[iheartjameshetfield]

THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT OH MY GOD I CANT BREATEH I NEED THIS MAN SO BAD HES SO FUCKING FINE BRO WHAT THE SHIT I’M FR SCREAMING AND CRYING AND MOANING AND CRYING SOME MORE CUZ OH MY FUCK???

[llittletingoddess]

WHERE THE WILD ROSES GROW 🥀

«When the night comes, the stars begin to shine and the greatest crimes begin to come into life»

part 1 of multiply

°•○ warnings: age gap, slow burn, original character, cursing, smoking, drinking, mentions of death, mentions of murder, mentions of abduction, manipulation, abuse, national hate, politics mention, discrimination

°•○ Note from Author: Here it is, my first-ever work that was written on English! I'm so excited to finally share it with you all. This was a spontaneous idea but it came out so good so far! I'm really can't wait to show you what I'm cooking for the final, and truthfully - you've already seen a spoiler, but shh! Hope you will enjoy this very first piece I did, and I promise - I won't forget about updating it! Have fun and leave your comment if you'll like the text! I love you all <3

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1. From The Start

Los Angeles, California

Los Angeles.. the city of stars, dreams, fame and lights. The image of the perfect american life as they could tell. Money rivers, cameras, the most popular people are living here, basking in the Californian sun and sipping their thousands dollars-worthy drinks. The perfect picture of a Hollywood life perfectly hid its other side, that Los Angeles tried to hide so desperately. 

Los Angeles.. the city of crime, blood, money and murders. When the night comes, the stars begin to shine and the greatest crimes begin to come into life. No one knows who it is, no one knows how deep and long this network is and especially - how to stop it.

And while famous people represent the golden side of the city, its darker side getting their weapons ready to kill them all.

How could you possibly have any agreements with Russia being American in such dark and dangerous times? No one knows. Not the President, not the Government, and not even the Pentagon. But when you have money and the possibility to break the system - surprisingly everything’s possible. Especially when you have friends in the FBI that could easily cover you, one of the best PR managers in the world and the perfect reputation, at least you think so. And even the danger of World War can’t stop money going into your pocket when you are one of the richest people in the world. Actually, it has many advantages.

  Living on the golden side of this life was a pleasure. He worked hard for years to get what he was now. Interviews, luxury meetings with the first class people of the world, a place in the Forbes’ lists of the richest, the most influential people of the planet, the prettiest girls to spend nights with, rivers of alcohol, a few yachts and a successful business - his life was perfect. The name of James Hetfield was known and he was so proud of who he has become. 

It all started from a small project that should’ve failed on the day of its release. A small network of musical markets that were developed into the biggest music store in the world. James was passionate about music. He loved to play guitar and in his younger days he wanted to have a band to play. But with lots of circumstances this idea was scrapped but not forgotten. Instead, he decided to invest in music. It all started with a small instrument market that had a low percentage of sales. It was meant to die from the start, but everything changed when his markets began to make custom instruments. 

And now, decades later, he was the owner of the biggest music market in the world which continued to develop. The network of markets, online-shops, custom salons, music labels - it all came from one passionate idea. Was James proud? Oh hell yeah he was.

James was a good-looking man, though he didn’t think about himself in such a way. Though he was one of the richest people on Earth, he was pretty down to it, and for that he was loved even more and had his perfect reputation he was proud of. No one knew about his connection with the FBI, which he hid so carefully. Though he was in his late fifties, his age wasn’t a problem for him. He was married to one of the most popular models of America, but it was obvious that this marriage had nothing with things they called “love” and “happiness”. 

Truthfully, he never was really happy. His parents never supported his passion for music, they never supported him at all. When he said that he’ll start his own music market his father yelled at him for being stupid and investing money in “crap”. If only he could see who his son has become.. Sadly, James’ parents died in a car crash, and that made his persona even more hard-working and cold-hearted.

His latest concept, the music app that gained one billion customers in half a year, was that one project James wanted to move to Russia, avoiding all the sanctions. It was planned to be big! Whilst James’ rivals kept losing their customers, his brand will keep growing. All he left to do was to have a private meeting with Russian investors and sign the deal. Just a touch of the pen and he will create history - getting american dollars from silly Russian people. 

The only problem his brand could possibly meet was its own Russian market. Their culture provided the support of motherhood products, and having a new rival on the monopoly would be an experience. He should know what to expect from this opportunity, so now he spends all his days in his office, reading information about the Russian market, its opportunities and advantages. But even though he acted legally, the promo campaign of his app was started way earlier to prepare people for the upcoming sensation. And how he was satisfied when he fooled Russian investors and got the client base from Russia! But now, to avoid all the problems, he needed to make it official. All he saw now is the biggest deal in the history of his brand with perfect terms and conditions and big investments for its development in Russia. Pure perfection.

But James didn’t know that perfection is a lie.

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Moscow, Russia

While everyone thought that Russia is a cold and unfriendly place, Moscow proved that it could greet everyone with some style and grace. Old Soviet buildings mixed with modern skyscrapers, lots of cultural and historical monuments that were slowly fading in the time and nature gave the megapolis some charm that make Russia so popular for foreign tourists. Everyone was curious to see the Kremlin’s House, The Red Square and Lenin's grave. Russia had a lot of story behind it and it definitely had a lot to show to the one who was interested in it.

But she wasn’t.

Modern Russia was different from its big ancestor. Now it looked like an infamous nineties era, with its bands and leaders of all classes, but there was one big difference - now these leaders were one of the world’s biggest mafias, setting their own rules and killing everyone who was against their politics. Russia was a big totalitarian country which despised any western innovations. But more than that, they despised America as their main rival. And their newest position against America worked so damn good for them as a plan to get rid of the western stuff they hated. They thought it influenced their children, doing an american propaganda for the zombified Putin’s nation. And sanctions were the perfect plan for the russification of the youth and the younger generation.

Things got different though when they got a private partnership suggestion from Blackened Ltd, a private American musical brand which was focused on music. A nice business partnership to avoid politics and sanctions, to bring good money to the States and give Russian customers some quality service avoiding sanctions. It was a good idea, right? But the Russian mafia didn’t think so. After a big council meeting with russian musical directors from Yandex and VK it was obvious that the american suggestion was declined. But it turned out that the American businessman wasn’t that easy when Russian services began to lose their audience during the VPN usage for the Blackened App. After some investigation they found out that Blackened Ltd. created a promo campaign that was focused on the russian audience, and it was the point when the unofficial world monopoly war began.

She sat in the crowded carriage, listening to the useless Russian small talks and smirked at how easy life was for them no matter that the country was one leg in a world war. Someone was worried about a gift for his girlfriend, another one shared their opinions about other nations, races and even sexuality of people. Why do they care so much? She didn’t understand why Russians were so cold and mad. She lived there for five years and she felt like she was the slave of the regime. No right to love who you wanna love, you can’t say anything provocative cause you’d be in a prison immediately, and the police officers everywhere she went just made her feel herself tensed. Even if she worked for the first heads of Russia now, it didn’t make her feel less protected when she was just a simple citizen. Even though, she was an American, and this whole nation hated America. They thought that the american nation should die and it didn’t make the situation better.

She was known as “The Wild Rose” for her abilities to plan her murders and her clean work. Every loud political murder was caused by her and she was still untouchable. Police couldn’t find her and when she was almost caught her boss covered her with a big bag of money. They called her one of the best when it came to observation and spying, they called her one of the best when it comes to the murder. And even though she had some serious rivals to contest with, they always rooted for her. 

Leah Bennett was a quiet girl from the Florida coast. She was the only child in her family, and somehow, her parents weren’t too joyful with her presence in their family. Her dad was an alcoholic, her mother was an animal. She always said that Leah is not enough, whatever she did - if she did not get the highest grade in the school, if she didn’t take out the trash immediately after her mother told her, if she didn’t help, doing her own business and so much other stuff. Her father yelled and beat her, telling that she would never become a big person and would never do anything good for her family. But she did. 

Killing her parents was the first time Leah tried blood in her life. Even though it was spontaneous, she felt a relief when she cut her father’s head in pieces with an axe. Police began an operation to neutralise her, to make her suffer for what she did, and that’s when her journey began. She needed to run away. Leah was hidden within homeless people, fighting for a plate of soup and killing some more people to stay alive. This time she did way better, without witnesses and blood stains on her clothes. When her parents’ story calmed down she came back home, living without electricity to not cause neighbours to call the police again. 

She was an average girl - blue eyes, dark curly hair, the type of girl high school boys would like but they never did. Leah was a quiet girl that preferred to stay alone than enjoy big companies of people, reading detectives and showing surprisingly good results in Sports and Maths. If only she knew how these skills will help her in her future..

When she was 18 she was kidnapped by a russian agent and deported to Russia to be trained by the best killers in Russia. At first, Leah did small kills for small money that didn’t make any sense, but the better she became the more she wanted. And that’s how her international fame as “The Wild Rose” began. Leah didn’t know why Russians picked her as their great weapon against the world's biggest money networks, but as long as she was paid and she was safe - she didn’t care. 

She missed America though… It was a good moment of nostalgia for her when she had some missions there - from small kill to big, she felt way better being on her own field instead of grey Russia’s panel houses. Her biggest wish was to stay in America and continue her work there, in her Motherland, but Russians always watched her - being an American for them was almost the same thing as being a black man for a white racists. Though they raised her and made her a professional, they didn’t trust Leah - neither did she. 

Leah finally left the carriage with a heavy sigh of relief, slowly walking to the place of her destination. She looked at the people and she understood why everyone called Russians the grumpiest nation in the world. Everyone was just so sad, so grumpy and unfriendly that sometimes it made Leah pissed. She had no mood to live and breathe, she felt like a bird in a cage in Russia, and her masters enjoyed it. She put on her earpods and turned on some metal to try and increase her mood. This was the only way for her to set herself on the right wave before her tasks.. This morning she received a message about her newest victim and it was time to find out some more details. Leah begged for it to be some annoying American when she could kill and finally escape her cage. She didn’t know what she would do there - get herself a house? Adopt a cat? Get a lover? It was boring.. 

Leah knew that she would have some time to think about it on her way to the mission. She put on a smile to annoy some strangers and walked to the headquarters of her bosses. Today she had a big hope for the better…

[xanticore]

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

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

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Setting: early 90s ; black album era

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" You said curiously.

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

"Don't you want more?"

"More?"

"Yeah?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

"My first husband??"

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

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

dividers: cr to owners

[no-remorse1983]

My own peace

Pairing: 2006!James Hetfeild x f!reader

Summary: James really just needed to relax after a bad day, he was tired, and just done with life. He just needed her, even if he didn’t have the energy for anything.

Warnings: some swearing, smut (to a degree), Cockwarming, only slight hint of Somnophilia.

James was just done with life for the day. Everything that could’ve gone wrong, went wrong for him. Lars was arguing with him all day, Bob just seemed to want to pick a fight with him, a few of his guitar strings broke, he was just done with life for the day. He wanted to just go home, lay down, and just hold his girlfriend. Though he knew they had dinner plans for the night, he didn’t want to disappoint her, he knew she was excited, but my lord he didn’t have the energy for anything at all.

From the second he walked in the door, his eyes immediately went to Y/N who was just peacefully sitting on the couch and reading one of her books. “God she’s gorgeous” he thought to himself when he realized how nice her hair looked, he could tell she got herself all dolled up, he knew she was excited to go out for the night, he was just telling himself to push through the night.

When she heard the door close, she finished reading the page she was on before she turned her head and looked over her shoulder once James started walking over to her. She could just tell he was exhausted from the bags under his eyes, the way his shoulders were slight slumped, but a genuine smile crawled onto her face the second she saw him. “Hi baby…” she greeted with a happy tone when he walked up behind the couch and leaned over her a bit.

James gently put his hand on her chin, tilting her head back a bit to properly look at her even if she was looking at him upside down, a tired but happy smile falling on his face as he glanced over the beautiful white dress she had been wearing, “hi sweet girl…you look beautiful…” James spoke in a soft murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to the girl’s forehead.

When she heard just how tired he sounded, she almost immediately realized he probably didn’t wanna go out tonight. “Thank you baby…you tired?” She questioned, her head falling back against the couch to keep looking up at him.

James let out a quiet sigh, nodding ever so slightly, trying to cover up just how tired he actually was. “Just a bit…but I’ll be ready to go here in about 15 minutes or so.” James gently patted her cheek, making the girl nod softly, placing another kiss on her forehead before he stood back upright and heading upstairs without another word.

As excited as she was about going out for the night, she knew he had a bad day, and probably just wanted to stay home. She really just cared more about him feeling ok and for them both to actually having a good time instead of him forcing himself to go out just for her sake. Once she heard their bedroom door shut, she set her book down on the coffee table and grabbed out her phone, finding the restaurant’s number within seconds. She made the choice the second he was upstairs to go ahead and cancel for the night and just let him relax. She simply just explained to the lady who picked up her call that plans changed and they couldn’t make their reservation, and decided to just reschedule for a night she knew for a fact James wasn’t to busy on.

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James had taken what he thought was just a second to lay down on their bed and close his eyes once he had gotten upstairs, just trying to get his mind to shut off and his body to relax even for just 5 minutes before he started getting ready. He had only opened his eyes once he heard their bedroom door open and shut quietly, almost immediately starting to panic that he may of actually fallen asleep and they would be lays to their reservation. “Shit, I’m sorry baby, I just need like 5 minutes then I’ll be ready.” James rambled when he saw her standing at the doorway with that same smile on her face, almost immediately shooting up from his laying down position.

She almost immediately shook her head softly, wandering over to their bed and sitting down on the edge of the bed next to where he was sitting, gently pushing his shoulder back down so he’d lay down. “I canceled the reservation…rescheduled for next Saturday…” she muttered, her hand gently stroking his cheek for a second.

Hearing that she had rescheduled their reservation, he almost immediately felt terrible about it. She looked so beautiful with her hair done the way it was, the makeup she put on, and that beautiful white dress he got her a few weeks prior, “aw beautiful…you didn’t have too…I can be ready in just a few.” James muttered apologetically, one of his hands reaching up to keep the hand she was caressing his cheek with against his skin.

She shook her head softly again, a small smile still on her face, “you’re tired…I know you are…and I know you’re not that busy next Saturday…nothing to feel bad about, just pushing back dinner is all.” She reassured with a gentle tone, leaning down and pressing a quick peck to his nose. “Besides…cuddles all night? It’s a win win for me either way.” She snickered quietly, making it clear that she wasn’t gonna take an argument but still at least wanted cuddles, pulling her hand away from his face for only a moment just so she could get up and get changed into something more comfortable.

James let out a quite chuckle, honestly having to have much different plans for them for the night for after they got home, but god he was just grateful that she canceled and that he could just hold her for the night. Though he still felt bad about not taking her out, or making her feel good like he planned to, or having to have her change plans after knowing she was excited, he didn’t have the energy to really argue it at all. He watched as he went over to the bathroom, assuming she was going to take off her makeup, eventually deciding to just go ahead and get comfortable. James slipped off his t-shirt and jeans, leaving him in just his boxers before he just laid back down on top of their blankets, just waiting for her to come back.

Within two or three minutes, Y/N came wandering back into their bedroom, her makeup off and hair back to just being down, reaching behind her to unzip her dress as she wandered over to their dresser. James’s eyes almost immediately went over to her the second she came back into the bedroom, still feeling bad that he really didn’t have much energy to do anything for her. Staring at her for a second as she rummaged through the dresser, he got an idea that he figured he could at least try. “Hey sweet girl…C’mere.” James mumbled out tiredly, moving a bit so his back was against the pillows and he was somewhat sitting upright, reaching out a hand for her.

Y/N glanced back over her shoulder when she heard him pipe up, unzipping her dress before she turned and walked back over to where he was laying. “Yea baby…?” She questioned softly, placing her hand in his.

James laced his fingers with hers the second she placed her hand in his, his free hand reaching up to gently tug on one of the straps of her dress to try and pull it down. “Get this off…” James murmured softly, looking up at her with an apocalyptic yet happy look.

Y/N looked at him a bit curiously, but did as told and took her hand out of his for a moment to slip her dress off, leaving her in her panties and bra in front of him before she laced her fingers back with his. James let his eyes wander over her body for a moment, a very fond look on his face before he gently tugged on her hand, making her sit back down on the edge of the bed. Even though he really did just wanna sleep, he still wanted to at least do something for her. “Good girl…now c’mere…” James murmured, reaching out and grabbing onto her thighs and moved her so she was straddling his lap.

Y/N let out a soft giggle when he moved her onto his lap, letting herself get comfortable with her legs on either side of his thighs. “Whatcha doing baby…?” She questioned softly, her hands eventually slowly trailing up and down his chest.

“Just let me do something for ya…” James murmured, doing this both for her and himself, gently lifting her up just a bit to slip his cock out of his boxers while his other hand moved her panties to the side. He just wanted to feel close to her, he wanted to hold her and at least love on her for the night. James didn’t even give her a second to say anything before he lined himself up with her entrance and slowly sank her down onto his hardening cock, a quiet groan leaving her lips within seconds.

Y/N knew from the second he lifted her up a bit and she felt her panties get moved aside, she knew what he wanted and honestly she was more than happy to comply. She let out a soft, quiet moan when she felt his cock slide inside her and bottomed out, feeling that warmth she always felt when he touched her pool between her legs just from that one motion, her head almost immediately falling onto his shoulder, “god-baby…” she whined quietly, growing used to the feeling of him inside her after a moment, knowing he just wanted to hold her right now and honestly, feeling him as close as he possibly could be, it made her feel warm and just happy inside.

“I Gottcha baby…” James murmured, feeling his cock harden just from being inside her. As much as he wanted to move and just fuck her and tell her how much he loved her to make up for ending up canceling dinner, he honestly felt like he could fall asleep right then and there. James brought a hand up to the back of her head, gently holding her head against his shoulder while his other arm wrapped around her middle to keep her close to him. Feeling the skin to skin contact, feeling her so close to him, and just being inside her in a completely intimate way, that was exactly what he needed after his day. “Just let me do this for you…I’m sorry I’m so tired…” James murmured softly into her ear.

“Don’t apologize…this-this is perfect…I love you…” Y/N muttered against his shoulder, honestly quite enjoying the warmth of his skin pressed against hers and feeling him inside her. She was perfectly content just sitting here for however long he wanted her too, as long as she was spending time with him she was perfectly happy, and she really couldn’t think of a better was to spend time with him at all.

“I love you too my sweet girl…” James pressed a few kisses to her shoulder before letting his head rest against hers, pretty much basking in the feeling of her in his arms and her just letting him be inside her. This was what he needed right now, he needed to feel the warmth she always provided him, he needed to feel her close to him, even if they weren’t necessarily being sexual, he just needed to feel her. James really did want to do more for her, he felt himself getting harder just from feeling how tight and wet she was around him, normally he would but he was just exhausted right now and planned to spend either the whole not or 99% of the night with his cock buried inside her and holding her close. All he knew for a fact was that he would be making up for it before she even woke up.

[holbrookswifey]

Seven minutes

James Hetfield (1998 Garage Inc era) x f!reader

Summary: You went to a party with the Metallica members and drink a lot alongside them until you're dared to play seven minutes in heaven with James. Everything is going well until it gets spicy in the closet.

Warnings: Smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, intercourse while intoxicated, mention of alcohol, handjob, choking kink.

A/N: I was planning to post this for a while until I hit a writer's block, but I hope you enjoy some James smut! Also, I'm taking requests, so feel free to leave any requests in my questions on my profile. Love you all that show support on my fics! ❤️

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It's late at night and you're at a party with James and the other three boys. You and James have drank quite a lot, and it's only 11pm, but everyone is also very drunk based on how slurred their speech is and how wild everyone is behaving. A lot of couples that were invited are making out in the corners of the rooms, or even on the couches in the house.

You've drank a lot tonight which has made you feel a little more than tipsy as you have a glass of bourbon in your hand while James and the other boys have beer bottles, making them almost to the point of drunk out of their minds.

It hits 12am and everyone is drunk out of their minds, especially Lars and James since they have drank very heavily but somehow still aware of what they're doing. Someone in the party suggests to play truth or dare, which you were unsure of at first, but the boys made sure you were involved, so you gave in and joined in.

You all sit down in a circle, which you have James on one side of you and Kirk on the other, making you feel intimidated in a way because most of them are guys and some of their girlfriends have joined to play, so there are almost ten of you playing the game.

One of the guys grab an empty beer bottle, holding it up like a trophy, speaking like a baseball game announcer.

"We shall use this bottle." He says in a slightly slurred tone.

"Isn't that just spin the bottle then?" You ask, slightly confused based on the premises of how using a bottle in truth or dare instead of playing spin the bottle.

Everyone looks at you before looking back at the clearly intoxicated guy, basically siding with you and your logic. His smugness falls as he thinks about it.

"Eh. Truth or dare, spin the bottle, I don't care." He slurs again, placing the bottle in the middle of the group, to which the game begins.

After almost fifteen minutes, there's been a lot of crazy truths that have been spilled and dares that have been done from a guy and a girl swapping shirts to two guys making out in front of the group, which has made most of them laugh, including yourself. Some of them even had to go either pantless or shirtless for certain amounts of time to make everyone laugh.

Now it was Lars' turn to have a go, which you see his eyes look at you mischievously. He's always been known to make fun of you liking James since he once looked at a letter you wanted to send to James bit he somehow got to it before you could send it, so he and Kirk knows that you like James.

"Y/n. Truth or dare?" Lars asks, making you feel put on the spot even though you feel buzzed and almost drunk out of your mind.

You contemplate between embarrassment and humility for a few seconds before you make up your mind. "Dare."

Lars, even in his drunken state, eyes both you and James before he decides to take this dare to the next level.

"I dare you to play seven minutes in heaven with James." Lars says as he points at James.

James looks over at you. You can tell that he's obviously drunk but he's well aware of what's going on around him. You feel your cheeks burn and tinge with a pink colour, your heart racing at the thought of what you and James could get up to while you're locked away in the small, confined closet, but you decide to get it over and done with.

"Fuck it." You say while climbing to your feet, looking at James who's already on his feet, walking towards the closest closet.

You and James find one in the next bedroom, slipping into it and sitting on the floor next to him. You both sit in silence, not sure what to say to one another.

You look around the closet just to take in your surroundings before your eyes land on his pants on accident, seeing that he's semi-hard. Your eyes widen a little as to why he has an erection until you feel his blue eyes looking at you staring at him. He has a half smirk on his face, causing your cheeks to heat up and burn with embarrassment.

"Looking for something?" James asks in somewhat of a purr, but also amused at the same time.

You look away from his gaze, but he tests you based on how you feel since you're getting an achy sensation in your lower stomach. He moves closer, still not ashamed of his hard on as he says something in a low voice. "We only have seven minutes. Gotta do something to pass the time, right?" He says

You realise that he's right. This is a chance to make a move. If you can even get to it first. He suddenly cups your cheek with his hand, pulling you in for a kiss, which you immediately kiss him back. He pulls away after a few seconds before he kisses you again, pushing his tongue into your mouth slowly, trying to prolong the sensation.

He pulls you onto his lap, wanting to let you take the lead. You both pull away from the kiss, breaths heavy and loud.

"I never pegged you the submissive type." You tease James, but also curious as to why he'd be submissive when he was always the one to take the lead.

He smirks, knowing that this question was going to come around sooner or later. "You'd be surprised." He growls, hearing the slight purr in his voice when it's groggy, and it's beginning to turn you on.

He reaches for your shirt, pulling it open without the buttons falling off as he begins to kiss you on the side of your neck, one of his hands pulling your shirt open the rest of your way and sliding his hand underneath your bra. His hand slithers underneath and cups your breast, caressing it and giving it a light squeeze every so often as he feels your nipple harden against the palm of his hand, tickling his skin of his palm.

You moan softly, loving how he's touching you and making out with your neck at the same time that could you would think he could send you into an orgasm right now. You feel him begin to suck on your neck, feeling a hickey form right under his lips as he moves his hands to the sleeves of your shirt, pulling it off and unclipping your bra.

He slowly pulls your bra off your shoulders, revealing your breasts and your hard nipples that is caused from your high arousal. He kisses you again as you tug at his shirt, your lips pulling apart as you pull his sleeveless hoodie over his head and your lips meet once again, your bare chests touching as you make out.

He moves his hands down to your waist encircling them around you as your hand slides down to his black jeans, sneaking into them and past his boxers to find his hard cock, your hand wrapping around it and slowly beginning to pump him, making him moan, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he squeezes his eyes closed.

His breaths are hot against your neck as he lets out moans and whimpers of his own as you slowly pump him, his cock hardening even more than it already has. You swipe the tip of his dick, feeling the pre-cum begin to leak out of the hole and wet the pad of your thumb before he pulls your hand out of his pants. He immediately lets his hands move to the buttons on your shorts, undoing them and unzipping the zipper and tugging them off, seeing the lacy panties you're wearing underneath the denim of your shorts.

He can see the wet spot that has formed in the fabric, feeling a rush of pride as he lets your shorts fall next to the rest of your clothes. You decide to reach down for his jeans, but he stops you, his hands doing the same thing you were just about to do. He unzips his jeans, sliding them down his legs and letting them pool around his ankles with his boxers, his cock slapping his lower stomach where he's more hard than he ever has been in his life.

As you're about to reach down to jerk him off again, he stops you, his own hand wrapping around himself and pumping himself a few times, getting himself ready as he lets himself go and reaches down, slowly dragging your panties down to your ankles as he sees your folds are also glistened with pre-cum. He leans back, letting you be in charge, so you take the hint and climb onto his lap, your pussy lips hovering over his hard cock, your insides throbbing with the thought of him inside you.

You lower yourself down, gasping softly as you take him inside you slowly, moaning as you keep lowering yourself mixed with gasping as you've never been with someone with a perfect dick like his. He groans too, letting out a small sound between a low whimper and a moan which turns you on even more since you like a guy who's not afraid to make sounds during sex.

You slowly rock your hips, rolling them slowly at first to get used to his size, soft moans falling from your lips as you feel his cock head hitting that spongy spot inside of you, eliciting a whine from both you and him. He gently grabs the back of your head, resting your forehead against his own as his lips are parted slightly, same as yours and his eyes are closed tight, trying to keep his orgasm at bay.

He grabs your hips, guiding you to the pace he likes, making him hit your sweet spot over and over again that you're sure that you can feel him hit your cervix and maybe even your intestines, making the moans you're eliciting become louder and louder. His moans grow loud too, which a hint of submissiveness flashes in his icey blue eyes, looking into your own.

"Choke me." He whimpers, almost begging you to do it.

"What?" You ask, slightly surprised that those words slipped from his mouth considering he was never the one to be submissive, even to the most kinkiest women.

"You heard me." He replies, seeming very interested at the thought.

You hesitate before you bring your hand up to the front of his neck, wrapping your fingers around his thick neck. You can feel his heartbeat inside, even the blood pumping around in his neck. He immediately closes his eyes, his moans getting as loud as yours.

"That's it, mama." He whimpers in a deep voice, your eyes widening but a wave of arousal swims around your body, making you move your hips even faster.

He holds your lower back with both of his big and surprisingly soft hands, guiding your thrusts on top of him as he soaks in the feeling of you choking him. When he opens his eyes, he looks up at you, giving you his signature open-mouthed smile, making your stomach flutter at the sight of it. You lean down and kiss his neck, sucking on it to leave a few hickies like what he did to you.

As he feels his orgasm approach, he groans, setting his hand on top of yours that's on his neck, his eyes pleading as he acts submissive. "Mama...can I cum?" He asks, his puppy dog eyes showing. You feel his Adam's apple bob when he swallows, pushing against the skin of his neck and the palm of your hand.

You nod, not denying him his orgasm even though you think you're not cut out to be the dominant type. "Yes, daddy." You reply, wanting him to feel powerful.

His eyes darken again, but he doesn't take over. He makes your hand tighten around his neck as he cums inside of you, biting his lower lip as he lets his orgasm release.

He holds the side of your neck, his thumb against your jawbone as his eyes are dark with lust, replacing the pleading eyes he had not long ago. He thrusts himself up into you, trying to get you to release.

"Come on, mama. Let daddy feel you cum on his dick." He praises, trying to tip you over the edge.

You let out a whimper and a moan as James thrusts up one last time before you cum, feeling you squirt onto his lap and pelvis bone. You let your hand unwrap from around his neck as you both come down from your high.

He holds you tight and strokes the back of your head, the padding of his thumb moves up and down on top of your hair as his chin is resting on the other side of your head. You rub your hands up and down his back, feeling the slickness of sweat layered on the muscles of his back but you don't mind as you both sit there in each other's arms as you recover.

As you pull away, you hear someone yell from the other room. "Your seven minutes are up!"

You both slowly climb off each other and get dressed, helping each other straighten your clothes and hair, trying to make sure you both look like you just didn't pull off having sex in the closet. You both exit the closet, making your way back to the group.

As you enter through the doorway you see Lars' eyes on you and James, smirking. As everyone notices you both walk in, a majority see the hickies on each other's necks, knowing exactly what the two of you did. You feel embarrassment rise within you whereas James looks content and carefree.

"Looks like you two had a fun time in the closet." Lars comments with a knowing smirk.

"Shut up, Lars." You reply in an annoyed tone, sitting next to James to continue the game.

[ilovewrinklyoldmeninbands]

Lars is readers brother

my writing isnt gonna be good, im new too this. criticism is appreciated:3

you were in a garage of the shared house. you always had a crush on dave, but you KNEW you couldnt date him, he was your brothers bandmate?? but it didnt really stop you, it kinda encouraged you even more. you were watching them play, lars kept nagging you too watch him, but you kinda just watched dave, the way his veiny ass hands played so well, the way him and james laughed.

they finished playing after like two hours, you kept staring at dave, and he didnt exactly notice. james and lars were talking and lars noticed you staring at dave, las came up too you.

"whatre you lookin at? whyre you lookin at him?" he questioned

"leave me alone lars, im not starin." you muttered, looking away frok

"hes not the guy you want, hes kinda a dick? he poured beer on ron man, made him leave."

"okay lars? im a adult leave me alone"

"still my younger sister??" he said harshly

you just start ignoring lars, james told him too lay off and he just did. your knees were too your chest, just watching everyone, dave say next too you on the worn couch and offered you a beer, you took the cold beverage out of his hand, you struggled too open it and he did if for you, making him chuckle

"thank you, dave" you said quietly,

"your welcome, you dont talk too me enough, how come? your always here."

"im not sure, we should definitely talk more."

"why not talk now?"

you looked at him, that cocky smirk, you just nodded. this was the start of a conversation that lasted HOURS, not even noticing its been that long. the time just went by so quickly. you talked about everything and anything, he definitely had some interesting opinions, you could feel yourself falling for him more and more. his attention fully on you, yours fully on him, he told funny stories from when he was a teenager, and you did the same.

everyone else was asleep, it was just you and dave talking. he was so interesting. after a few hours you both got tired. he walked too his room, sahing goodnight. not wanting too leave you but he had too. you just layed your head on your arms, stomach down on the couch and fell asleep. your clothes were jeans and a hoodie so you were pretty comfortable already.

it was the morning, you woke up with a horrible back pain, why do you always sleep on your stomach??, you just got jp and sucked it up. you walked into,the kitchen, everyone was still asleep- or just in there rooms. you got bagels and made yourself some. you didnt bother with a plate and grabbed a bottled water, your socks didnt do much against the cold hardwood ground, you walked out too the porch and just ate your food, watching the sun rise highsr and higher. kinda zoned out. you finished eating and kept staring. dave walked out with a smile, he didnt expect you,roo be awake

"good morning" his voice was still raspy from sleep,

"good morning, dave" you said with a slight smile, he sat next too you and looked at the sun with you, his orange hair being shined on, it honestly looked like he was made too be in the sun. you could feel yourself staring then quickly looked away, looking at the sunrise again.

"pretty isnt it?" you mumbled,

"yeah, like you." he gave a silly grin

"oh stoppp" you said teasingly, you couldnt deny the blush creeping up your neck.

as the day progressed you noticed how distant everyone seemed too dave, their faces a little annoyed? but you just ignored it, you talked too him whenever you could, so he didnt feel upset. james still grinned and dave but it was off- you didnt pay much too it though.

the guys stayed up almost all night drinking, you didnt wanna be around it so you just went too your room, you heard a little fighting but didnt care that much. they were probably being drunk and dumb, but you couldnt help but feel worried for dave, what were they doing down there?? you eventually fell asleep, this time not on your stomach.

in the morning you walked downstairs, you noticed james and dave were gone, you asked lars and he just shrugged, you asked cliff, who seemed upset. then you heard his responce, you,couldve swore your heart stopped.

"what do you mean they kicked him out??"

" man youve seen how he acted sometimes- he'll be fine? hes a grown man."

"you guys are dicks."

you walked back too your room, your shaky hands calling his phone, no answer, you tried again, no answer. you felt tears in your eyes. the next week you refused too talk too anyone, dave was the only one that really got you, did he miss you? did he care? you felt so bad for,him, he treated the band like brothersk and they just, kicked him out?

it was around 9pmm you decided you wanted too,get takeour. you were walking downtown and just looking at people, hoping youd see him but you knew you wouldnt. you didnt know where he was, was he okay? you knew he would be stubborn and not talk too anyone for awhile, you were lost in your thoughts and accidentally brushed shoulders with someone aggressively, not really on purpose.

"excuse you?" the voice sounded familiarm you stopped and turned around and saw his orange hair.

"dave?" he was looking away, but when you said,that he locked eyes with you,

"oh.. hi.." he said sheepishly, waiting for your response,

"hi.. dude im sorry about what happened.." he looked so sad.

"yeah man.. its fine though, i just- they were brothers too me man. they just left me like that." he said quietly,

you didnt know what too say, you felt really bad. you guys began talking alot, it was like it never changed, just talking. he offered too pay half on a apartment if you pay half. you nodded, you desperately wanted too move out of the other house.

its been months since dave got kicked out, he started his own band. you two started dating, you barely talked too,anyone from the band, rney were all pissed at you, for just leaving for the 'asshole', but you were happier. dave was in your arms, you two habe only been dating like 3 months, he was listening too your heartbeat.

"you,know i love you,right?" he let the words stay in the quiet air before you responded

"i love you too dave. ive been loving you" you said softly, running your fingers threw his orange hair.

"good. cus id be pretty mad if you only just started lovin me" he chuckled, making you,chuckle. you knew he wws the one you wanted the rest of your,life, no matter what happensk youll be there.

I need too be beat up,and laughed at ahaha i😔💔 ty wierd genetic fuckup for helping md btw ily pooks

[valwrites-stuff]

heyyy you write beautifully for current James and I was wondering can I request one, if that’s alright please? They both are best friends knowing each other since they were born(they both are famous rockstars) After James divorce the reader comforts him (you can add the smut part here if you want 🙈) James realized that she was the one who he should marry not his ex wife. Feel free to add something else🖤🖤🖤

Hope you like this ❣️

Blind

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ smut, friends to lovers

You and James had been best friends since childhood. Growing up together, you shared everything from secrets to dreams. Both of you had a passion for music, and as you got older, you both pursued your dreams of becoming rockstars.

You found success with your band, while James found fame with his own. Despite being in different bands, you remained close friends, always supporting each other through the ups and downs of the music industry.

When James went through a tough divorce, you were there for him every step of the way. You listened to him vent and reminded him of his worth. You were his rock during his darkest days, and he couldn't have been more grateful for your unwavering support.

As time passed, James began to see you in a different light. He realized that you were the one who had always been there for him, the one who truly understood him and cared for him. He started to see that you were the one he should have married, not his ex-wife, realizing that he was slowly falling in love with you over all these years.

One day, as you were sitting together backstage, after a show, your band being the opening act for Metallica. The energy from the show still buzzing in the air.

James let out a sigh, running a hand through his sweaty silver hair  "Man, that was a killer show. Thanks for being a part of it." You smiled with a hand on his shoulder. "Of course, James. Today was so great. You guys were amazing as always."

He nodded, but you could see the weight of something else on his shoulders. "What's on your mind? You seem a little off."

James hesitated for a moment before opening up. "It's just...my divorce. It's been weighing on me a lot lately. I thought I was okay, but it's still hard, you know?"

You nodded sympathetically, knowing how tough it must be for him. "I'm here for you, James. You know that, right?"

He smiled gratefully, but then his expression turned serious. "There's something else I need to tell you, though. Something I've been keeping to myself for a while now." You raised an eyebrow, curious. "What is it?"

James took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. "I...I have feelings for you. More than just friendship. I've been trying to ignore it, but it's been eating away at me."

You were taken aback, not expecting this confession. But as you looked into his eyes, you saw the sincerity and vulnerability there. And at that moment, you realized that maybe he always secretly had the same feelings for you as you had for him. Wondering if you could have been married to him all this time instead of his ex-wife, sparing him the difficult divorce. But perhaps the divorce was needed to make space for something new.

"I...I don't know what to say, James," you stammered, feeling a rush of emotions. "I never knew you felt that way."

He reached out, taking your hand in his. "I understand if you don't feel the same. I just had to tell you. I couldn't keep it inside any longer."

You squeezed his hand, feeling a warmth spreading through you. "James, I...I think I feel the same way. I did for a long time, actually. I never thought you would like me in that way."

A smile spread across his face, relief evident in his eyes. "Really? You mean it?" You nodded, feeling a weight lifting off your chest. "Yes, James. I mean it."

And in that moment, backstage after a show, you and James shared a tender, heartfelt moment that would change the course of your friendship forever. Love had been hiding in the shadows, but now it was out in the open, ready to be embraced.

James smiled even more, sitting closer until you were mere inches from his body, his hand resting on your knee. He looked into your eyes, blushing. After a pause, he spoke up, his voice soft as though he was testing the waters. “I don't know what to say, um...maybe I...Can I... do something?”

You look into his blue eyes, managing a nod. James smiled tenderly, a little nervous, and lifted one of his hands to cup the side of your face, gently caressing your skin with his thumb. Without another word, James leaned in and kissed me, his lips soft and tender against mine. The kiss quickly deepened, igniting a fire within me that I had never felt before.

James hummed into the kiss, enjoying it more than he could ever imagine, which caused him to pull you closer against his body until you were pressed flush, almost no space between you two. He softly nibbled on your lower lip, silently asking for permission to continue further.

You felt your body temperature heat up and parted your lips as James slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth, his hands now gripping your hips firmly, pulling you to him. His tongue explored your mouth hungrily, a low hum reverberating in his chest.

You melt into him, now desperate for more. James continued to kiss you, his hands gripped your hips, almost possessively now, as his tongue began to gently and slowly swirl around your own. His mind was filled with you, and nothing but you. He slowly pushed you backwards until your back hit the soft cushions of the sofa.

You let out a sigh and wrapped your arms around his neck as James' body hovered over yours, strong tattooed arms kept you locked in place.

James broke the kiss for a moment, his breathing coming out in short, shallow breaths as he looked down at you, his eyes slowly raking over your form. "You're so beautiful...was so blind..." He was panting slightly, his cheeks flushed, as he lowered his head towards your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses from your jawline down to your collarbone, all the while hardening in his pants.

"Should have told you years ago, I'm sorry..." You whispered, running your fingers through his silver locks. James mumbled against your skin, his words low and his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck.

He began to leave a trail of small, gentle nips and kisses across your collarbone, his hands slowly making their way down to grip the back of your thighs. “Nevermind that... ‘m gonna make up for lost time now...”

James groaned low against your skin when you wrapped your thigh around his waist. One of his hands quickly slipped underneath it, his fingers gripping the back of it to hold you in place against him. He left a trail of kisses up the underside of your jaw, reaching your ear, and nipping at the soft lobe, gently pulling it between his teeth, his hips shifting to press against your core.

"Mhm James, I need to feel all of you...waited so long..." James groaned softly against your neck before he quickly lifted his head to look down at you. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in the sight of you. He was panting, his breath coming in shallow gasps now. “Are you sure? I don’t know if I can stop once I start, princess...”

"I don't know if I want you to stop once you start." You smiled and watched him expectantly. James looked at you for just a moment before he gently cups one side of your face with his large hand, his thumb caressing your cheek gently.

He lent down and presses a soft, slow kiss to your lips, all while his other hand slowly slides under the hem of your shirt, his fingers slowly skimming over the soft skin at your waist. When he pulled away from the kiss, he whispered against your lips. “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.”

James slowly began to pull your shirt up, exposing more of your skin, all while his mouth began to leave a trail of kisses down the new bared skin, stopping to remove the piece of clothing from you, throwing it aside.

He looked down at your bra for a moment before he gently palmed your breast through the fabric until his other hand snaked around to your back to undo the hook of your bra. “God… I’ve imagined seeing you like this… so many times… couldn’t get the sight out of my mind…”

James gently slipped your bra off and quickly tossed it somewhere, his eyes slowly raking over your bare chest. He swallowed thickly before he looked back at you, his breath catching in his throat for a moment. “You're perfect."

You shivered once the cool air hit your naked chest, nipples standing tall in anticipation. James slowly lowered his head to your chest, his gaze never leaving your own as he began to lay a trail of open-mouthed kisses and gentle nips along your collarbone, down the center of your chest, his hands squeezing you gently, followed by a pause to undress from the sweaty shirt he's wearing adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor.

He kicked off his boots before opening his leather pants to undress, before he placed hungry kisses on your belly. James warm breath caressed your skin, you felt a shiver run down your spine. His gentle kisses left a path of tingling desire in their wake.

When he reached the waistband of your shorts, he paused, seeking silent consent. Your body was arching subtly into his touch, as if begging him to proceed. With a soft hum of approval, James eased your zipper down, his fingers grazing the sensitive flesh beneath. He peeled back the fabric, revealing the lacy edges of your panties. A slow, sensual smile spreads across his face as he pulls the heeled boots from your feet, followed by your shorts.

You watched his every move, impatiently waiting to finally feel all of the man you always dreamed of. James admired the sight before leaning down to place a soft kiss right above your clit, through the lace, making you wetter by the second.

The delicate lace of your panties was no barrier to James's questing mouth. He pressed tender kisses against the damp fabric, his breath hot and enticing against your most intimate area. Each kiss sent ripples of pleasure coursing through your body, making you squirm restlessly beneath him. The friction of the lace against your swollen clit heightened your sensitivity, and you couldn't suppress a needy whimper as your hips lift involuntarily, seeking more contact. "James, please, I need you."

James chuckled low in his throat as his hands slid up your thighs, thumbs brushing against the outer lips of your sex through the thin material. Slowly, almost reverently, he begun to peel away the lacy barrier, exposing your glistening folds to his eager gaze.

He discarded his boxers with haste, freeing his impressive length from its confines. It sprang forth, thick and hard. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him, your tongue darting out to wet suddenly dry lips. He looked magnificent, all sinewy muscle and raw masculinity. When he wrapped one large hand around his shaft, giving himself a slow stroke from base to tip, you couldn't tear your gaze away.

The movement was mesmerizing, his calloused palm gliding over velvety skin. He pumped himself languidly, his thumb swirling around the leaking head, smearing the clear fluid. All the while, his heated gaze remained locked on yours, dark with promise and barely restrained hunger.

"Up to your expectations, sweetheart? Tell me, do you want this?" James hovered over you, hot and ready.

Without breaking eye contact, you reached up and grasped James's firm buttocks, pulling him closer until the tip of his cock nudges against your slick folds. "Give me what I wanted for so long."

Your words, laced with longing and yearning, serve as a catalyst for the intense moment about to unfold. With a sigh, James lined up with your entrance before sheathing himself within your welcoming heat. A collective gasp echoed through the room as he fills you completely, his girth stretching your inner walls deliciously.

For a fleeting instant, you remained still, savoring the sensation of being utterly joined. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, James began to move. Each stroke was a masterful blend of tenderness and passion, designed to stoke the flames of your desire to a fever pitch.

As he picked up pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, punctuated by your breathy moans and James's guttural groans.

Your body responded instinctively to James's rhythmic thrusts, undulating beneath him as waves of pleasure began to crest. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, so deeply connected to another, was almost overwhelming in its intensity.

With each powerful stroke, James seemed to hit that sweet spot inside you, sending jolts of electricity coursing through your veins. Your nails dig into his back, urging him on as you lost yourself in the relentless build of ecstasy.

James's hands roamed your curves possessively, one palm cupping your breast while the other teases your clit. His touch was electric, every caress heightening the ardor between you until you were both panting and straining towards the precipice of climax.

"Oh fuck, Jamie. I'm coming..." Your breathy cry of impending release spurred James on, his hips pistoning faster as he drives into you with renewed vigor.

"I've got you," James rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own orgasm. "Let go, sweetheart. Come for me."

His thumb on your clit rubbed tight circles around the swollen nub as he continues to pound into you. The dual sensations prove too much, and with a keening wail, you tumble over the edge into oblivion.

Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over you, your inner muscles clamping down around James's shaft as you convulse beneath him.

James' body tensed, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he buries himself to the hilt within you. His hot seed pulsed forth in powerful spurts, filling you to the brim as he rides out the intense climax.

For a few moments, you remained entwined, caught in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. James' face was a mask of satisfaction, his eyes closed as he savors the feeling of your warmth enveloping him. You could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your own, a soothing counterpoint to the chaos of emotions swirling inside you.

Slowly, James pulled out, his softening member slipping free with a wet sound. A tender smile played on his lips as he brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "I was a blind man, very blind..."

"And I was just plain stupid to not tell you what I feel..." As you lay there, breathless and spent, you knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. Despite the challenges and obstacles that lay ahead, you were certain that your love would conquer all.

And as you held each other close, you whispered, "I love you, James. I always will." And in that moment, you knew that you were meant to be together, now and forever.

[ilovepapahet]

Since my fanfics are taking awhile to come out how about some James Hetfield Viking HC

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SFW

James as a Viking I feel like he’s very stoic and mean when it comes to others (not Kirk, Lars, Jason and Cliff though) he likes to keep to himself and do whatever tasks he has to do around the village… until you came along

As soon as he’s eyes laid on you he wanted you he’s very over protective of you and hates and I mean HATES when another man from the village flirts with he won’t say anything though at least not yet as soon as the man walk away he’s walking (running) up to the guy and telling him your taken

He dose this to almost every guy who talks to you unless it’s one of his friends (unless it’s Lars but he won’t be aggressive like he is with other men)

James will end up making small talk to you being super nice and gentle with you which surprises you considering how much of a tough guy he is with other people but you don’t mind it though

you both end up talking a lot and you start to like James but how could you not when he’s been so sweet and nice to you

out of everyone in the village who isn’t friends with him you’re the nicest to him and he appreciates you in a way no one has

he helps you with the most simple tasks and duties it’s kinda funny Lars teases James about it cause he knows how much he likes you

sometimes when it’s really cold out James with give you his fur coat and you can’t argue with him no matter how hard you tell him your fine and you don’t need it he gives it to you placing in gently on you shoulders and making sure you comfortable

it’s heavy on you and it’s so comfortable the soft bear fur giving you comfort you fall asleep in it often and James will sit beside you until you wake up and thank him for giving you his coat when you didn’t even need it in the first place

James will do anything in his power to make you happy literally anything he loves seeing you smile or hearing you laugh he finds it so cute when you do

NSFW

We all know he’s top no doubt and he’s rough he’ll go from his sweet caring nature towards you to folding you in half and slamming his hips into yours

he’ll hold you down when he fucks you because you’d be squirming and withering underneath him to much but it’s not your fault his dick is big and he’s rough

he’ll leave marks all over you not caring if anyone saw them he wants people to know that your his and only his that he’s the only one who can make you feel so good in bed and he very VERY proud of it

He loved admiring your face when you cum or when you hold on to him when he finds that sweet spot deep inside you

When he’s being soft on you slowly thrusting into you he’s kissing you all over and telling you how pretty you are and how much he loves you he’ll hold you in his arms keeping you close until you both cum at the same time

And he’s great at after care he’ll clean you up first and ask if you need anything he’s staying with you until you fall asleep and your comfortable giving you the best cuddles ever and he’s brushing the hair out of your face watching you as you sleep (in the least creepiest way possible)

He always makes sure you fall asleep before him making sure your not in any discomfort and makings sure he wasn’t to rough with you

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I’m in love with Viking James