#james hetfield fic

[killazilla777]

James wearing a hat tbh

[ghostbustting]

some lazy sex with James in the afternoon,like they are just sitting on the couch and she straddles him and rides him slowly and lazily(ig load/reload James would fit this scenario) thank u <3

♯ ; “𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑳𝒀„ ༘⋆

James Hetfield x Reader.

Contains smut (p in v, riding), slight fluff.

Song: Heavenly by Cigarettes After Sex.

The damp state of the pavement I step on caused the steps of my boots to sound louder as I walk up the steps to my home, the door that awaits looking as welcoming as ever, my body seeks the warmth that one of my favorite places always provides me with. Also with the knowledge that the man I seek love in was also waiting for me behind those walls.

A perfect combo of what I need right after a long tiring day of work and endless lectures from my boss.

Turning my attention away from the beautiful gradation of afternoon skies, my hand dug into the bag hanging on my shoulder, wriggling through items and items till I find the cool metal of the silver key, pulling it out right away.

Unlocking and opening the door themselves feels like a reward. A fresh air of home to breathe. As a child, you might wish to be out of your house most of the times. But now, I truly wish nothing more but to have even the tiniest time in the universe to just get the chance to lay in my bed with my arms around him while rain pours outside, not a single care of the world and definitely not a single lecture ringing in my ear from that sissy man I had the torture to call my 'boss'.

The first few steps I took into the house, I can already see him, feeling that damn flutter in my heart whenever my eyes land on him- almost as if I haven't been with him for years by now, almost as if each new sight of him makes me a new woman.

James was sitting on the couch with his body leaned back all the way, his head resting on the folded arms he had behind his head while his eyes had a focused stare at the show playing on the television set in our living room. My eyes didn't leave out the sight of his spread legs, the fabric of his dark jeans stretching out. The focus he had on the telly wasn't long the moment my presence became noticeable, his eyes darting away from the screen and towards me, his pupils lighting up with a lazy smile on his face.

What a sight you are, James Hetfield.

"If it isn't my hardworking woman." He teasingly spoke in a breath as one of his arm leave the back of his head to beckon me with his fingers to come closer. "How was your day? That old guy still being a pain in the ass?" He chuckle softly.

My hand discarded my bag away, tossing it onto the floor without another care for the things packed inside of it, my care only for him. The closer I get to him, the more I notice the way his eyes weren't as energized as they usually were, James looking rather... sleepy. Yet still, it didn't really change the fact his face looks so fuckable kissable.

I sigh as my body gently yet immediately drop onto his lap with my legs on each side of his thighs, almost like a reflex or a habit by now. His lap seemed to be the only rightful place for my ass to be placed on and James was definitely not going to deny that. In fact, he'd be the one who claim that in the first place.

My chin rest on his shoulder as I mumble into his ear, "Don't wanna talk about my day." I let out a small tired out grunt before relaxing to the feeling of the touch of one of his hands on my back, rubbing soothingly up and down while the other was running through the strands of my hair instead, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

"That bad?" He chuckles yet again, head leaning down to press a soft kiss to my temple before trailing to my neck, settling on the crook of it, a small shaky breath escaping my lips when I feel the ticklish feeling of his moustache rubbing against my skin. The feeling of his body under mine felt like being burried in layers of warm thick blankets, the warmth of his skin was exactly what I needed after a long day in a season such as this.

”You’re here now, that’s all that matters..”

Pressed against my neck, I can feel the curve of his lips form a soft smile at my words, the smallest gesture that cause much more to me, my body relaxing so muh to the point i feel like turning to jelly, my body soon molding into his.

”Tired, mm?” He whisper as he stroke my hair again, that same hand slowly trailing down to my shoulder where he’d rub soothing circles to my skin before trailing down yet again, this time to my back. However, he was not stopping till he eventually reach my waist and his fingertips land on the waistband of my pants. “Just relax… You deserve it.”

The post-work tiring state my body was in was too consuming that I almost fell asleep right on his body, oblivious to the way his hands move across my body and the absence of my clothes. All I know was that just out of nowhere, the only thing on me was my button up shirt, which was now half undone, as well as the disappearance of James’ jeans that I had been sitting on, my ass now up in the air with the help of James’ large warm palm holding my ass, his other hand focused on aligning his now unleashed cock with the entrance of my cunt.

Scenarios such as this one wasn’t rare to be found during tiring Afternoons like this. We would occasionally find ourselves having gentle and sweet love making in order to relax. In a way, the way our soul and body meets and connects in this one particular activity, it feels so heavenly. His soul was is exactly where I want to be, where I belong. Just giving our love to each other feels like a gush of wind that was able to blow away all our stress that were once acting as a heavy weight on our shoulders.

I let out a small sigh of relief by the time he slowly drop my body, his full length almost immediately filling me up to the brim, yet so gently that it didn’t hurt me one bit, whereas it usually would with his often rough style of making love. I can feel the veiny skin of his length against my gummy walls, gently clenching around him.

My hands rest on his chest with my head laying completely on his shoulder, putting every bit of my weight on him as he welcomed me with his arms wrapped around my waist, fingertips grazing up and down my skin every now and then, his touch so gentle yet with so much love beneath all those gentleness.

”How lucky I am to find such a hardworking woman like you..” He whisper with his lips pressed onto my ear, his hot breath fanning against my skin here and there while goosebumps appear on my skin from the touch of his hand on my back, stroking my skin with feather-like touches. Each touch of his skin on mine felt like a dream.

A small whine left my lips, “The luck is all on my side..” I manage to whisper back before I try to lift my hips up, only managing to lift it shortly before dropping back onto his length, my body choosing a lazy ride to our releases. “My man..” I mumble as I lift one of my hand from his chest to lay upon his cheek, my head leans in just enough for our lips to meet one another, the kiss was rather slow yet sloppy as well, tongues meeting and wrestling every here and there.

Still, I maintain my lame attempt of a ride, using the smallest effort to push my hips up. Yet he didn't complain one bit, James seemed to rather enjoy the slow ride, the proximity allowing me to catch onto his small breathy grunts, holding and stroking my lower back.

Now and then, I feel the tip of his cock gently nudge a spot in me, nudge- not hit, due to the lack of energy I put in riding him. Pulling back from the kiss, my head have made a comfortable stay on his shoulder, one of the hands I had on his chest came up to play with the choker and the wolf pendant that loops around his neck. His eyes were unavoidable. His gaze soft yet cutting right through me even when I'm not looking.

As time goes by, I stop trying to ride on him, giving up. Instead, I slowly grind my hips against his again and again, the friction pulling out a small whine from the back of my throat, "James.." I mumbled out his name, almost unconsciously. Anyone would mistake me to be sleeping with my half lidded eyes. But I'm just simply loving the moment.

"Close?" His voice whisper into my ear, pulling my hair away so he could have a clear view of my dazed face, leaning down to press a kiss to my cheek. "C'mon, angel. Release it. You deserve it.."

I let out a sigh as I force myself to open up my eyes and softly smile up at him. I can feel him throb inside me, as well as my walls clenching around his length. My hands were holding onto his broad shoulders as eventually I feel my orgasm control over me, warm fluids of my release gushing out and around his cock, triggering his own release which was soon shooted into me, his cum painting white all over my walls as we sat there, body still connected as one, soul forever united.

James wrapped his arms around me, slowly pulling me down with him on the couch to lay down, my head resting on his chest that acts like a pillow to me, his cock slipping out of my cunt with a pop. The last thing I hear before falling into dreamland being,

"Sleep tight, angel. Dream of me."

[boundbyeclipse]

hiii can you write smut number 5 with current James????

black velvet

genre : smut

word count : 1227

tags : current!james, female!reader, age difference (not specified how much), reader is a tattoo artist, a little rough james, semi-public sex (i think?), that’s about it

from the prompt list : 5. “don’t cover your mouth. i wanna hear you”

a/n : sooo i saw a photo of James getting a tattoo done and i thought hey, that’s a perfect idea for one of my requests! it really stuck to me and i had to write it. i really hope you enjoy this one x

‘Poison’ by Alice Cooper played in the background after you returned from your dinner break at work. You hummed along to the lyrics while lightly bopping your head to the beat. You absolutely loved rock and metal, so the playlist used at work always consisted of bands who did exactly those genres. It always gave you motivation and boosts for some energy, no matter if you were sad, angry or irritated.

While preparing for your next client, the sound of the entrance door opening and closing reached your ears. Technically, it was just a bit too early to show up, but hey, this one’s a regular and you didn’t mind at all.

“Hey there” you greeted him while putting some black gloves on your hands.

“Hey. Mind me showing up before I should?”

You gave him a warm smile, shaking your head left to right.

“Nope. You can come take a seat actually, I’ll go print out the tattoo and get more ink”

“Alright” James smiled back, hanging his jacket on the rack and making his way to the big, comfortable leather chair. He watched you walking around and you didn’t quite pay any attention to him, at least at first. Or, you just didn’t want to.

No matter how many times you’ve done tattoos on this man in the past few years, there has always been some sort of a tension between you both. It wasn’t anything like what you’ve had before with other men. They might have complimented you, made you smile, even blush, but none of them put you in such a vulnerable position with their presence alone. And there have been many times where his eyes would pierce right through you in the middle of getting his skin drawn on, creating the impression of him wanting to do some things to you. The lust was purely emitting from him the whole time. And you cannot forget about those moments when his fingertips would brush against your skin, making you shiver and think of scenarios in your head that were not so innocent. Sure, he was much older than you, but that didn’t stop either of you from craving each other every time.

Not too long after, you were already seated next to James, with his hand extended out as you were drawing lines on his skin.

My, oh my, did those large hands of his drove you insane.

“You got any more people coming after me?” he suddenly asked, his blue eyes hinting at something.

“Nope, you are the last one today. Puts my mind at ease knowing my last client is a regular. No need to overthink”

One side of his mouth curved up into a small smirk.

“Are you sure your mind is at ease? Because I can feel you’re all tensed up”

You swallowed and bit your lower lip hard after he said that. Trying to hide your growing frustration, you giggled.

“Maybe I am, I’ve been here since seven in the morning, you know”

He cocked an eyebrow up, not quite believing what you were saying. James could clearly see how you bit your lip, adjusted in your seat and giggled due to getting thrown back by his comment.

“It’s kind of easy to tell that it’s not because of the work. You don’t need to hide it”

Your breath hitched in your throat, and your body froze for a moment before you looked up at him and asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you secretly think about all the possible ways I could use my hands on you,” you could not believe what he just said, but it was totally true, “it’s written all over your face. Even your body language gives it away with how you shake, squirm in your seat, how you breathe heavier when I’m around. I know you think of me”

“James, don’t-“

“Just finish the tattoo first, then you can explain yourself”

Not even ten minutes later, you had your body pinned against the door of your break room, with no way to escape the tall man who hovered over you. His hands roamed your body while he kissed your neck, sucking on the sensitive spots to make you even weaker. The way he held you by your hip against the door made you so vulnerable and so turned on, that you could not help but moan into the heated kiss.

With one swift move, James opened the door behind you and the both of you walked backwards, still all over each other until the back of your calves hit the lounge couch that was in the room. James helped you with taking your shirt off, leaving you in a black lace bra. You sat down and watched James from below, eyes full of desperation and need, looking right into his own. He removed his shirt and tossed it away, unbuckling his jeans and unzipping them, then hovering above you as he laid you down slowly, but with rough kisses and a tight grip on your waist.

Your hand reached into his jeans and you cupped him through the fabric of his underwear, giving it a couple squeezes as James groaned in response. He was big, thick and hard, and you could feel yourself getting so wet that it started to hurt. You really needed him.

With no clothes left on your bodies, he was now inside you, moving his hips as he watched your face, loving the way your eyes rolled back with each thrust. The way your back arched, your naked bodies touching against each other, it put you in such a trance. Every second of it - you just loved.

With your moans becoming louder, you felt a little embarrassed, and your hand found its way to your mouth to silence yourself. But James wasn’t going to let you hide.

“Don’t cover your mouth. I wanna hear you”

Carefully, he took your hand and now had both of your hands pinned above your head. Your moans filled the room as you wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting to feel every single inch of his length in you. Almost to the point where you could barely take it.

“I can’t- I can’t take it”

“Yes, you can. Just hang on for a little bit more for me, okay?”

You gave him a nod in response, eyes watery and lips parted as you breathed heavily, your high hitting you right then and there. It happened so quickly, that you could not even tell James that you were close.

Another moan slipped out of his mouth as you coated him in your juices, your walls pulsing whilst he was still inside you, able to feel everything.

“Almost there” he told you as he gave you his final thrusts before pulling out and cumming on your stomach. Both of you were panting, with small beads of sweat on your foreheads and hair all messed up. But as soon as you got your breathing back to normal, it was time to clean up and go home. Though, James just wasn’t quite keen on leaving you so soon.

“I’ll give you a ride back home, so don’t worry about taking a bus in this weather” he gave you a warm smile as he put his jacket on and waited for you at the entrance door.

[holbrookswifey]

Cure my pain

James Hetfield (1989 ajfa era) x reader

Summary: You woke up with your period while sleeping in bed with James. When he wakes up and sees you in pain, he tends to you and helps you to like an amazing boyfriend

Warnings: No major warnings just blood and period talk

A/N: I wasn't planning on posting this on Tumblr since it was a private fic for me and my friend @metallicames but they encouraged me to post it, so here it is! Enjoy a calm and gentle James fic 🥰

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It's very early in the morning, and you're in bed with James. As you start to awaken from your sleep, you feel a sharp pain run through your lower body, making your eyes snap open. The pain comes back again a bit stronger in waves, so you decide to head to the bathroom to see what was causing the pain.

As you peel back the blankets, you see a small spot of red underneath you and on the sheets. Blood. You had forgotten you were due this week, but the pain isn't helping much. You clutch your stomach as you make your way to the bathroom, pulling down your pants as you sit on the toilet to check yourself, to which you see a lot of blood in your underwear, illiciting a pained but frustrated sigh, rubbing your forehead with your other hand.

You slide down your blood soaked underwear and sweatpants onto the floor, putting them in the hamper as you wrap your towel around your waist and heading back into the bedroom to grab some fresh clothes.

James wakes up to the sound of the nightstand drawer closing as well as the bathroom door opening and closing with a soft click. He sits up and rubs his eyes, a bit concerned why you're up so early and hiding in the bathroom.

"Babe?" He calls to you, but he sits his hand close to where you were laying before, touching wet fabric. His eyes immediately look down and peel back the covers, seeing the blood on your side of the bed.

He immediately pieces it together that you're on your period, so he climbs out of bed only wearing sweatpants of his own as he pads over to the door, gently knocking on the door with his knuckles.

"Babe, you okay?" James asks quietly before he hears the lock on the door click open, to which he turns the door knob and looks in, seeing you with your shirt on but a towel around your waist, sitting on the edge of the toilet seat. He walks over to you and crouches in front of you, resting his hands on your towel covered legs.

"What's going on, baby?" James asks in a surprisingly soft tone. "Just in a lot of pain." You reply, still clutching your stomach.

James strokes your knee with his thumb, a solemn look on his face. "You got your period?" He asks another question with pure understanding and concern.

Your cheeks turn pink as you remember the blood on your side of the bed.

"I'm sorry, James. I forgot it was this week and i-i'll change the sheets soon I promise." You stutter, almost on the verge of tears from both pain and embarrassment.

Before you can say anything else, he shakes his head and rests his hand on your cheek. "Babe, no it's okay. You can't control when you start bleeding. And don't worry about the sheets, okay?" He replies, his eyes soft and comforting.

You know you can't protest against his words, so you just nod in response. James leans up and presses a tender kiss on your forehead before he asks you another thing. "How about you have a nice warm bath, and I'll fix you up some cocoa and we can watch a movie?" He asks, his eyes widen for half a second and go back to normal with a handsome smile on his face, knowing that you love those things.

You crack a smile before you nod, which makes James smile even more, tapping your knee before he stands up, leaning down and kissing you on the lips tenderly before he walks over to the tub, turning on the water, adjusting it to the temperature he knows you like the most and helps you undress, guiding you into the tub with gentleness you never knew he had.

As soon as you sit down in the warm water, he leans down again so he's crouching, helping you clean yourself up from the blood that got all over your thighs. While you finish cleaning yourself up, he rubs your back with gentleness and peppers you with kisses to help you feel better.

"I'll be back, okay?" James says, which you reply with a nod. He smiles softly and presses a soft kiss to the side of your neck before exiting the bathroom.

He comes back after a little bit of time, and he crouches back down next to you, reaching over and gently caressing your back with his hands. You close your eyes and you sigh in content as he massages your back to take your mind off of the pain you're in, wishing nothing more than to take it away from you to stop your monthly suffering.

He keeps whispering words of support and assuring you that the pain will go away as time goes on, his big hands still working on your tensed up back muscles to help you feel better at least a little bit of the pain. He keeps pressing gentle kisses across your neck, lips, cheeks and all over your face from time to time, not minding that his shirt is a little wet from touching the lingering water on the sides of the tub.

What seemed like an eternity, he hears the kettle boil the water that he turned on a while ago. "Meet me in the living room, baby. I have a surprise that you'll like." He says softly as he stops the massages and walks out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

After a while, you finish cleaning yourself up, and you hop out of the bathtub, letting the water drain as you dry yourself and put on your clothes. When you put on your underwear, you see that James has left both a pad and a tampon, which makes you feel a lot of happy emotions. You finish getting dressed and you exit the bathroom, the pain in your stomach has settled a little as you enter the living room.

When you enter the living room, you see a small basket with your favourite snacks, comfort items and a little note from James. As you pick it up and read it, it says:

"Hi, my love. I know you're in a lot of pain so I decided to make you this while you were in the 'tub. I remember everything you like, so I hope this makes your day a little less painful and more smiley and happy. Oh and I also changed the sheets so don't worry about those too.

- Love your handsome boyfriend xo"

You smile as you read the little note, inspecting the basket. Right on cue, James walks in with two mugs, placing them down on the coffee table.

"Hey baby." James says with a comforting smile before sitting down next to you. He reaches over and hands you your cup of cocoa, smiling softly as he sees your smile when you take it.

"Thank you, babe. I can't believe you did all of this." You say with a hint of surprise, still in awe of the basket. "It's the least I can do." He replies as he hands you some period relief medication.

"Take these. You'll feel much better." As he says that, you take the pills, taking both pills one by one with a mouthful of cocoa.

You smile in appreciation as he returns the same look, reaching over and grabbing the TV remote before leaning back and pulling you closer to his side, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he scrolls through the channels. He stops before he smirks, offering you the remote.

"What're we watching, baby?" James asks as you take the remote with gentleness.

"Something we both like." You reply as you turn on a movie you both love.

You both lay back and relax, resting your head on his shoulder as he brings his hand around your waist, being very delicate and caresses your side before his hand searches for yours. Once it does, you both interlace fingers as you hold hands, watching the movie with content and relaxed looks.

[in-hav3n]

𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

You are roadie for the M72 tour. During rehearsals, you get caught daydreaming...but this lead you to an unexpected pleasant experience with the man of your dreams.

WARNINGS : NSFW - smut and maybe angst in future parts - age gap

Part 1 : Let me show you

Part 2 : Don't be shy

Part 3 : Meet me again

Part 4 : Love me again tonight

Part 5 : What are we ?

Part 6 : coming soon

[gremlintheslut]

Kinktober

Day 1 knife play & blood play

James hetfield

Summary: James carves his name into your thighs.

Warnings: blood play, knife play, carving names into skin, consuming someones blood, consuming your own blood, crying, both people are naked.

Master list (main pinned)

I lay back with a smile on my face. James glides the cold knife along my breast not cutting me. I shiver a little from the cold. He hasn't cut me get and the suspense is killing me. I don't need to look at him to know that he's smiling as well. He takes the knife away from skin so it doesn't heat up from my body temperature. I look over at him as he twirls the knife. We both stare at it as the light from the street pours into the bedroom and reflects off the knife beautifully.

He takes his eyes of the light and looks at me. He stops twirling the knife and I look back at him. He begins to grin at me. That either means I'm going to be waiting a while before he does anything or he's about to cut me. James moves from sitting next to me to straddling my hips. His cold bare skin is heated up my mine as he sits on top of me. I look up at him and he leans down to kiss me. Our lips connect. His tongue slips into my mouth dancing with mine. I feel the cool metal of the knife press against the side of my face.

He pulls away and moves the knife. He turns it so the now warm side is facing away from me. He presses the cold side of the knife to the opposite side of my face. "Your so fucking pretty" he says smiling slightly. "I'd be prettier if I was bleeding" I say back a smile forming on my face. James takes the knife away from my face. He moves off of my lap and kneels between my thighs still on the bed.

He glides the knife along my right thigh before moving to the left. Then he presses the knife against my right thigh. One small line going straight across. I bite my lip. The cut is small so the pain is mild but I still feel it.

Then a longer one going straight down starting in the middle of the first cut. Tears prick my eyes as this cut stung. Then he quickly does two small lines. The first one starting at the end of the longest line going straight left. The second starting at the end of the third cut going diagonally up. The four cuts forming a fucked up J.

A single tear falls from the corner of my eye and I wipe it off not wanting it to go in my ear. I think he's going to do his initials JH. Next to the J he carves two diagonal lines going down that both touch at their starting points. The two lines almost match up with the length of the J. He cuts a small line connecting the two lines forming an A. I continue to wipe my tears as I find getting tears in my ears incredibly annoying. James cuts two straight lines a decent distance away from each other next to the A.

He cuts a diagonal line going down from the once closest to the A. Starting at the end of the previous line he cut a diagonal line going up to meet the top of the second straight line. Then he moves onto the E. A straight line going down matching the lengths of the previous letters and three small lines coming off of it going right. The S is a tricky one but we know from past experiences that trying to get it curved is a nightmare and looks bad. So it takes his time making it out of seven small lines for my sake.

Then he goes to my left thigh to carve his last names. The H out of three cuts, the E out of four, the T out of two, the F out of three, the I out of three, the second E out of three, the L out of two and the D four. The needs of blood have started to drip and the cuts on my right thigh have started to bleed onto sheet. He places the knife on the sheets and moves further down the bed. He messily licks up the blood allowing it to get on his chin, lip, all around his mouth, as well as some on his nose and cheeks.

I laugh at him when he pulls away from them. The blood on his chin begins to drip down his neck as he straddles my lap again. He leans down to kiss my getting blood all over my face.

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Thank you for reading💋- gremlin

[horny4hetfield]

Everybody Loves a Parade - Part 8

Warnings: All Fluff

Monday

I am all tangled up in the blanket and my robe.  It’s dark out the window.  My back is achy, but my nipples hurt more.  I can hear something.  Then I realize that it’s James.  He’s in his studio.  Happily making music.  Or at least I hope he’s happy.  I grab his pillow and drift back to sleep.

His hand pressing between my shoulder blades wakes me.  “Morning.”

“How long have you been up?”

“I woke up about 5:15 with a riff going through my head.  I had to capture it.”  His voice is a happy rumble.  He kisses my shoulder, “Thanks to you, I was able to do that.”

“mmm.  I’m glad” I murmur.

He pats my ass, “C’mon.  Up.  Breakfast will be here shortly.”

“Whaaa?”  I’m confused.

“I called Carl who told me to call Rudy who put me in touch with someone who knows a guy at the Tavern.”  He smirks, “Breakfast will be here shortly.”  He flips the blanket off me, “C’mon sleeping beauty.  Up.”  I grunt.  He grabs a nipple. 

“I’m moving!” I squeak.

Grinning wickedly, “A little sore, are they?”  I just give him a look.  “I’ll take that as a yes!”  He kisses my forehead. 

Searching in my closet, I pull out another Hawaiian print dress and pull it over my head.  The soft cotton fabric is tender on my sore nipples.  James grabs me from behind, cupping my boobs, “That bad?”

“I’m considering bandaids.”

“Ahh.”  He kisses my neck.  “Sorry.”

I smirk back at him, “No you’re not.”

He smiles, “You’re right, I’m not” as he not too gently grabs my nipples.  My knees threaten to buckle.  His arms tighten around me keeping me from hitting the floor as he chuckles.

The doorbell rings.  James makes certain that I’m able to stand before going to answer it.  I cup my own boobs as I leave the bedroom, “Saved by the bell indeed.”

Carl is rolling a taller cart with several bags from Tavern on the Green on top. 

James is grinning like a cheshire cat again helping move the bags to the dining table.  “Carl, I can’t thank you enough for helping to put this together for me!”

Carl grins back, “It was all Rudy’s doing, James!”

“Oh sure!  You can call him James but can’t call me Kira!” I snark with a grin on my face.

Holding up a finger as he pushes the cart toward the door, “Ahh, James is not an owner in the building!”  The front door closes.

I see James stuff something into his pocket.  I pat him on the bicep, “He wouldn’t have taken it.”

“What?”

“The tip.”  I smile at him, “It can get added to the holiday packet I drop on his stand at Christmas.”

“Ahhh.  I wondered if you – ahem – took care of him.”

“And Monty and Sebastian.”

“Whose Sebastian?”

“The maintenance guy.”  I look at the table, “James.  What did you order?”  My eyebrows are in my hairline.

“I finally did what I’ve always wanted to do!”  The cheshire cat goes psycho grin.  I just raise my eyebrows.  “I ordered the whole breakfast menu!”

“What?!?”  I start looking into the containers.

“I couldn’t make up my mind!”

I turn to him, “The Tavern doesn’t do breakfast on weekdays!”

He smiles, “Turns out one of the cooks is a fan.”

“Chef.”

“Huh?”

“Not cook at the Tavern.  Chef.”  James just nods.  “Maybe we should send the chef a snap?” as I pull my eyebrows out of my hairline.

We arrange the food so that all the items can be seen.  James sits at the table holding up a fork and knife with psycho grin spread across his face.  I can barely hold his phone still for the laughter.  I send myself a text with the snap and hand James his phone back.  He sends it to the chef.

“I give it ten minutes and it will be online” James says.

“Five.”

We both dig in.  It was all amazing!  “Man!  I thought I’d overdone on Thanksgiving!” I lean back patting my belly.

James’ phone buzzes.  He checks.  And starts laughing.  He hands it to me.  It’s a screen grab from Facebook of the photo we’d taken from the Tavern’s page.  The caption:  James Hetfield goes crazy for Tavern on the Green’s breakfast!  Laughing, I hand his phone back.  I hear my phone buzz.  Looking at the clock, “I’m late.”

“For what?”

“Work.”  I stand up, “I need to at least put on a bra.”

“Why?”

“Zoom meeting.”

“Ahh.”  James stands and starts cleaning up the table.

I grab his hands, “I’ll get this.  These meetings are never long.” 

He bends over and plants a kiss on me which I gladly return.  “Then, I’m going to my studio!” he grins.

I walk with him to the studio door, “I hope it’s a good commute” I grin.

“Ahh man, traffic can suck!”  He kisses me again. "Traffic jam" he chuckles.  My phone buzzes again.  We both laugh.  He goes into the studio, I go put on a bra.

Back at my desk, I log into the meeting: “Hi Boss!”

“Morning Kira!  Damn that Gala dress, girl!!

“James had it made for me.”  I can feel my cheeks flame in blush.  “Who’s mad at me.”

“Besides the creepy mail room guy?  No one.  Now, the good news.  Margo is now on maternity leave.”

“She ok?”

“Yes.  Just the little dude wanted out early!  So, you get the novel.”

“How far along was Margo?”

The rest of the meeting went quickly.  After ending the meeting, I pull up the files for the book that Margo was working on.  It was almost done.  Remembering that I’d told James I would clear up breakfast, I quickly take care of it – nibbling on the bacon while clearing up.  I sigh as I get ready to close the fridge.  I don’t think it’s ever been this full.  Returning to my desk with a can of Severed Lime, I decide to go back to the beginning of the book Margo was working on.  Pulling my legs into my desk chair I get started.  My background music is provided by James.

I love working with Margo.  She’s the one that taught me, so taking over her project is a breeze.  I’m almost caught up when I feel James’ hands on my shoulders.

“How’s it going?”  His lips press against my neck.

Stretching some, “Well, curve ball.  One of the other editors’ is suddenly on maternity leave.”

“She ok?” James asks sincerely.

“Yes, just early delivery.  Mom and baby are fine.”

“Good.”  James’ fingers gently rub my shoulders.  “You hungry?”  I just rotate my chair and look at him.  “I’ll take that as a no” he grins.

“I should go have something sent to Margo.”  I uncurl my legs and stretch again.

James runs his hands down my arms, “What’s your deadline now?”

Closing out the files, “I have two weeks.”  I send a text to my boss that I’ll be offline – baby shopping - for the balance of the day.  I get a thumbs up response.

“That be enough time?”

Standing up, “Yes.  Margo was almost done.”

He cups my head and kisses me, “Good.”  He strokes my hair.  “I think that you need to go shopping.”  He grins.

“Would you like to go with me?” I wrap my arms around his waist.

He smiles gently at me, “Sure.”

“Did you finish your song?” I look up into the glorious blue eyes.

His grin gets bigger, “Yes.  I was even able to chat with Lars on it.”  He pulls me from my office.  “He’s jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Yeah, that you gave me a room with a view for a studio.”  I give him a look.  “Jess made him set up his drums in their basement” he laughs.

I smile up at him, “I liked hearing you play while I edited.”  I stand on tip toe to kiss him.  His hands hold me close.

“I think it’s going to turn out great.  Lars is already putting drums to it.”  I sink back to my flat feet.  “What?”

“That blows my mind!” I smile.

“What?  That I can start something here, Lars can add to it from Denmark, Rob will be working on it in SoCal and Kirk will lay his solo from Hawaii?”

“Think about what you just said” I say as I take his hand and led him to the bedroom.

He stops shortly after entering the room, “Damn.”

I just nod at him and chuck a shirt at him.

Twenty minutes later we are exiting the cab in front of Bloomingdale’s.  The store is completely done up for Christmas and is amazing.  We take our time getting to the infant’s section.  Going to the counter, I am given Margo’s registry list.  James follows me as I look over items.  Since he’s had kids, he is able to give me some feedback on what is on Margo’s wish list.  I pick out the stroller that will grow with the kid.  James picks out the highchair that can also be adjusted as the kid grows up.  He also suggests a toy that all of his kids adored.  That will be sent from both of us.  The salesperson assures us that if we sign gift cards, they will make sure that those are attached to the wrapped gifts before delivery.

James just smiles and puts a scary guy on his.  “You know she’s going to die when she reads the gift cards!” I smile up at James.  I thank the salesperson and we leave the infants department. 

“Do you want to look around?”

James wraps an arm around me, “What do you want to look at?”  I just point at the Christmas area.  He hugs me a little tighter smiling, “Ok!”

I have more fun just watching him check out all the decorations.  Slowly, I led him to a tree in the corner.  “Hey.”

He grins, “Hi.”

“Where do you want to spend Christmas?”

He gives me a look.  “Where do you want to spend Christmas?”

I work my hands inside his open coat and rest them on his chest.  “Colorado” I say looking at his chest.

He lifts my chin, looks me in the eye, “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

He wraps one arm around my waist, the other around my shoulders and tenderly pulls me to him and just looks at me.  All I can do is smile at his blue eyes.  “You are positive, aren’t you?”  I just nod.  “Ok.  Colorado Christmas it will be.”  He cups my head and slowly kisses me.  I snake my arms tighter around him under his coat and kiss right back.

Someone clears their throat.  James looks up, pulling me a little closer.  I twist my head and there stands a security guard, whose eyes are now really big.  “Can we help you?” James asks with a huge smile.

“Just makin’ sure that things are fine back here.”  I can see the guy’s really nervous.  “Can’t let the Page 6 girl get into trouble on my watch.”

I blush and shove my face back into James’ coat.  I can feel him chuckle, “Yeah.  We good.”

“Sorry to interrupt.”

“No worries.  Thanks for looking out for the women, buddy.”

“Hey, it’s my job!”

From inside James’ coat I say “Merry Christmas!”

“And Merry Christmas to you ma’am!”

I feel James shake the guards hand “Merry Christmas!”  That hand rests on the back of my head.  I look up.  James is almost giggling at me.  “You OK?”

“I’m never gonna live that down!”

He actually laughs, “And I’m not gonna let ya!”  He kisses my forehead and walks me out of the corner.  “Do you need anything from this store?”

“I can’t think of anything.”  I look up at him, “You ready to go home?”

“Home here home, or home Colorado home or home California home?” he asks with a twinkle in his eye.

“Here home!” as I smack his chest softly.

“I can go home here now.”  He smirks at me.

“aagghh!”

He pulls me into him, kissing my hair, chuckling. 

As we sit in the cab on the ride back the apartment, “When do you want to go home Colorado home?” he asks.

I look at him.  He’s smiling like a damned cheshire cat again.  I huff out a laugh, “Two weeks.  I can get a lot done on Margo’s stuff and most of the top of the pile on mine done.”

“That sounds like a plan.  I get two weeks to break in my studio here home – uhm – home here studio – er – studio home here.”

I shut him up by planting a kiss on him.

[akamitrani]

Redheads supremacy as always 💋💋

ELENA HEAR ME OUT I GOT A GENIUS (?) IDEA

Imagine James cheating on reader and she’s devastated and he regrets it too cause he was drunk. But one day she bumps into Dave and he comforts her cause he DEFINITELY knows how it feels to be betrayed. And soon this develops into marriage? And imagine Metallica and Megadeth are on the same festival together a few years later and Dave just have to shove it into James’s face that she’s his wife know and they have a kid together? Like it’s his ultimate revenge? Can be we have a line “I don’t know how dumb you have to be to cheat on her, no way she kept you unsatisfied”.

I KNOW ITS WEIRD IM SORRY

AAHHHH I LOVE A GOOD REVENGE STORY this is such a dave/james trope

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐇 ¹⁹⁹⁰⁻¹⁹⁹⁶

What I am going to say now is that I had always known that James Hetfield had his own demons. Well, hell, I had mine too.

When the whiskey slurred his words and the nights ended in shattered bottles tears rather than I love yous. I thought I was strong enough to manage things or probably even mend it, but I turned out wrong.

I stood across our living room, staring at him, when I came to know about the other woman.

James slumped his shoulders, his blue eyes swam with guilt, yet there was something more in them, a look that told me he was somewhere else already, with somebody else.

"How could you?" My words were a whisper, choked in my esophagus.

"I was drunk, baby," he muttered thickly. "It didn't mean anything. I was out of my head… I swear it."

"Out of your head?" I parroted. This disbelief cut like a sword. "So what? That’s the best you have to offer as an excuse? You destroyed everything we had because you couldn’t control yourself for one night?"

He stepped toward me, reaching out to perhaps touch me, comfort me, but I flinched back. His touch was a branding iron, burning with his betrayal.

"I love you," he said, his voice finally breaking. "I never meant to hurt you. It was a mistake, one I'll regret for the rest of my life. Please..."

The damage was done. The trust split in two. The man whom I had loved was now a stranger to me, a ghost. I shook my head, feeling the tears finally soak over my face.

"I need a break, James. I need space," I admitted, my voice shaking. "I just can't be around you right now. I don't know if ever I'll be able to again."

His face crumpled, a look of sheer devastation slapping him in the face. "Baby, don't go. Don't leave."

But I was already walking away, grabbing my jacket, and reaching for the door. I needed to breathe.

Stepping into the rain, the droplets cold against my skin as they mixed with my tears, the sky was crying alongside me.

I don't know how long I wandered, the rain soaking through my clothes. There was no place to go. I just didn't know what to do further. Clearly, all that was clear was the impossibility of going back to James. Then, fate had decided to intervene.

I ran into him… Dave Mustaine.

It had been years since I last saw him, but the fire in his eye was clear. In so many ways, he looked the same, yet different, like a man who the years had only sharpened at the edges, this man I used to know.

"Oh.. Hey," Dave's voice cut through to me, that unique and endearing voice of his. "You look like you've been through hell."

I managed a small bitter laugh. "Something like that."

Dave took in my drenched and trembling form. "What happened?"

"James," I whispered, the name tasting like poison on my twisted tongue. "He… cheated."

Dave's face almost reconfigured: His jaw was clenched in anger. Of all people, he knew how it felt to be betrayed by James, to be messed over by one you called brother. And I could see that look flash in him.

"That son of a…" he muttered, shaking his head. "I always knew he had it in him, but I didn't think he'd really do it. I’m sorry..."

I looked down nervously. "I don't know what to do, Dave. I don't know where to go."

"Come with me," he offered without a second of hesitation. "Stay at my place for a while. You don't need to be alone right now, and not with him either..."

There wasn't anyone else I could turn to, and the idea of being alone was terrifying. I nodded, and he steered me toward his car, using his jacket to shield me from the rain.

The 6 years went by, and life with Dave became my new normal, full of love, and a stability I never thought I would ever have. We did eventually get married in a very small, private ceremony with just ourselves and some very few very close friends. It wasn't about all the fuss but about the love.

Then our son came along, a little ball of fire with his daddy's red hair and my sweetness.

We named him David Jr., though to all of us he's just DJ. Most people just think it’s his name, From DJ’s first day on the planet, Dave was smitten, and watching him hold our son made me fall in love again.

Today we’re together, huge rock festival that included both Metallica and Megadeth, among many other bands. This was the first time that the two bands had shared a stage in… well ever, and I knew what that meant to Dave. It wasn't just a performance—it was the sweetest revenge.

As the festival approached, I saw the old sparkle in Dave's eyes again, that exact fire which had warmed me years ago.

The day of the festival, we went backstage with DJ in hand. He was excited to see his dad perform, all bouncy, bouncy with the kind of energy only a 4 year-old could contain. Dave was focused, his mind obviously on what was to come, despite the chubby little hand tugging at his pointer finger.

Within seconds, in front of us, was James.

He had been standing by the catering table, talking to one of the crew members, but when he saw us, he stopped, his eyes finding mine first, then shifting to Dave's. No one said anything for a second or two.

Dave was the first to talk, his smirk curling onto his lips as he went up and down on James. "Well, if it isn't the great James Hetfield," he said, his tone with sarcasm. "Long time no see."

James met my gaze for a moment, and I thought I saw a flash of regret in his eyes, but before he could say anything, Dave moved to stand in front of me. “This is my wife, I believe you two have met,” Dave grinned.

“I- uh, congratulations…” James mumbles, offering an extremely forced smile. "I don't know how dumb you have to be to cheat on this gorgeous woman," Dave chuckled bitterly. "No way she kept you unsatisfied."

James sucked in a breath through his teeth, his face whitening. He opened his mouth to reply, but DJ chose that moment to run up, grabbing onto Dave's leg. "Daddy, are you gonna play soon?" DJ asked, staring up at his father with wide, blue eyes.

James's gaze fell to DJ, and I watched as understanding hit him with the subtlety of a freight train. This was my son, Dave's son.

Dave's smirk grew wide as he started to playfully rub his hand on the top of DJ's head. "Yeah, buddy, I'm gonna play real soon." Then his gaze drifted back to James once more, his eyes steely and hard. "I hope you enjoy the show, James. And thank you by the way, wouldn’t have my wife or son without ya." Dave grinned, looking more satisfied than ever before.

James didn't say a single word. He just stood there, dumbfounded, as we walked away.

[mirkhammett]

anything having to do with dave mustaine + breeding kink.. we are incredibly delulu tonight, yes indeed 🗣📣❗❗

oh yes u r so right. and oh yes we are!!

kiss of life

summary: a quiet night on dave’s tour leads to a late night confession of his, which leads to something more.

warnings: unprotected sex (don’t do this), breeding kink, one mention of drug misuse, consent is not verbally said, sleepy sex, dominant dave, he’s so cute kill me, all that jazz, dirtiest thing ive wrote yet also the shortest

w/c: 2.2k

sorry this is shorter than usual, i couldn’t think of a good plot idea for this, so it’s very basic lol ^.^ not proofread so correct me on mistakes!!

the almost minuscule tv on the beside table hummed muffled sounds in confluence, a showing of an old 60s movie, (which seemed so ancient now), radiating the bedroom with hues of grey, and even darker greys. you couldn’t say it was the best hotel room you had stayed in, but it wasn’t even close in being the worse. it was comfortable, and that was enough for a night, or a few.

you lay on your side, facing the diminutive television, though only really paying attention when the room would light up white, your hands clasped together under the not so unusually thick, hotel pillow. so much for comfort, when you could deem the single pillow practically thicker than the mattress.

dave was propped up beside you, his large hand calloused with litters of guitar scars from playing too harshly, (which you had berated him for many times), draped over your waist. his other hand was holding him up so he could see over your body, eyes glazing over the tv lazily. his shirtless body was pressed against your own, the only thing separating the embrace of pure skin on skin being the lacy silk night dress you were sporting, the colour a captivating mix, or so dave thought, between cream and an off white.

“are you even watching this?” he muttered, a mix between a question and a statement, the hint of a smile slipping through his words. he suddenly let himself flop down into the mattress, the bed rumbling sideways with a soft thud.

“no,” you murmured, turning to face him. “are you?” you questioned, already knowing the answer from his body language. he was laying on his back, facing the yellowed popcorn ceiling, that had a multitude of darker splurges, probably from a leak that was never fixed.

he shook his head, turning on his side to face you, the remnants of a grin visible through his features, his eyes a slight crease. he lifted his arms, wiggling those calloused fingers as a signal for your comforting touch.

“how was the show?” you whispered, rolling into his arms, your face fitting perfectly between the crook of his neck, his head resting just above yours. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his left hand working through your hair, detangling strands that were slightly caught up from your movement in the bed. you hummed.

“good,” he replied, his usually gruff spoken voice soft with eloquence. the show was good, and you knew it. the way the band performed was just so perfect everytime, well, at least all the shows you had been there for since joining him on tour- what your question really meant, was how he had found the show. he never really said much about it, but his dedication to his fans through every show was so clear. you knew what he really wanted to say, though the words never came to life. good, to him meant great.

it was rare for a night to end this way for him. usually, the band would go out to celebrate and blow some steam, (by snorting up god knows what), only stumbling back to the hotel at some stupid hour late into the next day, to repeat it all again the same night. but tonight wasn’t one of those nights.

you curled into his touch, slipping your arm through the tiny gap between your body and his to rest on his bare chest, a leg hooked over his hip. this seemed to awaken something inside of him, a fire of some sort, as he suddenly came to his senses, becoming more awake. he moved his hand from your now deranged hair to massage your thigh, pulling you further into his embrace.

he shuffled into a position where he was able to sit up and look at you, all while still keeping you connected. to him with an invisible string. the change of position allowed you to completely straddle him, your silky night dress now hooking up by your hips. you played your head down on his chest, your ear against his skin catching the sounds of his comforting heart beat.

“you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he spoke, almost grunted, his voice now sounding much more restrained than it previously was. he brought his hand to scratch gently under your chin, an amiable purr escaping through your plumped lips.

“yes.” you murmured into his chest, your breath a hot contrast to the slight chill of the room. he used the same hand to pull your face up, sculpting you in a particular position to be facing him, his thumb brushing up and down, up and down gently, like a broken record on repeat.

“good,” his subtle grin showed excitement, but his eyes deceived him, his excitement clear- and then it all clicked. “because i’ve been thinking about this all day, baby,” the state you were once in- your eyes, that were oh so ready to flutter closed for once and for all until the morning sun arose, now felt incredibly awake, entranced, even- that state had dissipated. “can you be that good girl for just a bit longer? then i’ll let you rest.”

you nodded, and there was no time for either of you to waste, no time for you to even think before your night dress was slipping off your shoulders, the cream silk having an easy escape. you smoothly pulled your arms out of the thin sleeves, easily but with little agility, your exhaustion catching up to your, your panties wetted.

one of his hands cradled your chest, groping your breast and rubbing his pointer finger against your blushed nipple, squeezing it between his thumb, soft whimpers escaping you. his other hand found its place against your bare back, holding you up and steady on his lap, but not for long. he ravenously manoeuvred both of your bodies, so that you were lying, back pressed firmly against the mattress, pulling your sleepwear down your legs and flinging it off to the side, landing on the floor with a gentle thump.

and then he was ontop of you again, your hands suddenly feeling frail and useless as he placed his weight just above yours, his body height emitting like blazing yours, your fingers stretching against his sides. you hadn’t even realised he had already shed himself of his boxers.

he slouched his head down so was face to face with your breasts, licking his lips to gather up wetness, before harshly sucking on your left breast, leaving trails of spit in his wake, a sloppy, messy kiss. “can’t wait until one day, when these are so full and plump,” his voice had grown in an octave since you had last heard it, his words muffled, his breath heavy on your bare chest. you sucked in a tight gust of air. “the mother of my children.”

his words caused an instant change in your body, your arousal wetting your thighs and your cheeks turning a sweet red, cascading down your neck and into your nimble fingertips. he released his grip in your boob with his mouth, quickly moving down your body, his hands trailing down, his fingers giving your right nipple an endearing squeeze.

he spread your thighs with his weaker hand, his stronger one inspecting your gushing pussy, a tender finger spreading it apart, a thumb pressing down onto your clit. you released an enthralling whimper, and a grin graced his pretty face, his ginger locks falling onto his features like a sculpture. “already so wet f’me,” he noted, the movements of his thumb causing a full body jerk out of you. “does the idea of having my children get you off?”

you nodded frantically like a maniac, his words combined with his teasing tone making everything feel just a bit more fuzzy than it already was, your eyes threatening to flutter shut. but he wouldn’t let that happen, not yet anyway.

in seconds he pulled himself back up, his arms caging you in, his dick hitting your lower stomach. he lifted his right hand, spitting on it, (which somehow made you much more wetter, if that was even possible), bringing it down to pump his dick a few times, holding it against your pussy lips.

“look at me,” he spoke, stern and dominating. and so you did, bringing your eyes to his, his brown orbs filled with hunger and love, his adoration for you never fading. “are you ready, baby?” his features held concern for your sleepy state, fighting off the feeling of his pulsing dick for just a few seconds to check your head, clear your mind. you nodded. “i need to hear you say it.” his brows furrowed.

“yes, yes, please.” you begged, wrapping your soft arms around his neck, pulling him down, closer to your frame- and that was all the conformation he needed. seconds had never felt longer than they did now, the quick slip of time before he pushed in agonising for the both of you.

and with a mutual moan, he was in, slotted perfectly into you like he was your missing piece, your puzzle finally completed. he didn’t waste any more time before he started to thrust, slow at thrust, getting deeper as he took his time with you. by the 4th thrust of the in and out motion he had acquired, he was fully in, filling you to the brim, his balls flush against the smooth slope of your ass, your whimpers starting to fill the along, along with the stench of sex that was starting to quickly take over your senses.

“i wanna pump you up, all nice and full,” his words could hardly catch up with the speed of his thrusts, your whole body jerking at bouncing to the rhythm, everything about him sending you into a cacophony of melodic infatuation, words beyond comprehension, a sonnet of love. “you want that too, baby?”

and when you thought he possibly couldn’t get any deeper, he made it happen, his dick practically impaling you.

“m’ gonna breed you, make you my wife,” it was like he wasn’t even thinking before speaking, all these words falling out and escaping his lips, all the truth. like a fantasy he had dreamed for, for months beforehand, all these confessions piling up and making it hard for you to do anything but whimper, but moan and beg for more, to please him, because god knows that’s there’s nothing you would want more to be his wife, and eventually one day mother his children. “you’ll look so pretty, full with my babies.”

his thrusts became more erratic by the minute, and you could sense him nearing his release, his words spurring the both of you along to that sublime heaven, that gushy feeling in your stomach beginning to bubble up, fizzing as it nears its burst- and dave knew this too.

“you want me to come inside you, fill you up until you’re leaking?” his balls slapping against your ass made you just want to close your eyes and succumb to the bliss, though his harsh movements weren’t making it very easy. “my dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“uh-huh, mhmm,” you moaned, profanities spilling from your lips on repeat, unable to stop yourself, or the squeaks and whimpers that he found oh so delightful.

somehow he was able to grin through the immense pleasure, his lips curling at the sides, his face wrinkled with his eyes half shut, beads of sweat dripping down his face, rolling down his arm due to his languid efforts to please, his arm propping himself up growing shakier as he neared release.

“my sweet girl wants me to come inside her, all nice and deep,” he grunted out, breathing heavily as his thrusts became sloppier, your thighs sticky and wet with the combination of your juices, and his sweat, a thin layer adorning his whole body, his chest olied and faint abs clear as day. “i’m gonna give you what you want.” his thrusts became ever faster, his hips moving at incredible speeds as he spurted his cum out inside your gushy walls, a guttural groan escaping him.

his orgasm had him pulling you down with him, your own making you see stars, crashing down on you like a malicious wave, your vision going white as you held your eyes tightly shut. he rode you down out of your orgasm, his thrusts becoming slower and more controlled, his breathing shaky and unsteady, your own chest rising and falling uncontrollably, completely spent. he realised this when he finally pulled out, the look on your face telling him all that he needed to know, your shut eyes then proving it.

his expression was filled with love as he admired you, bringing a shaky hand to brush your hair out of your face and tuck it behind your eyes, smiling down at your exhausted form. “always so good for me. i know i was rough tonight, honey, but you did so well,” he begrudgingly lifted himself from your body, admiring your features as he kneeled beside the bed, stroking along your arm as gentle as he possibly could muster up. you had made him soft. “i’ll get you all cleaned up, you just rest now.”

he leaned over, placing a soft, wet kiss to your forehead, before standing up. he hesitated for a few moments, until he knew you were okay, and only then going to the bathroom to retrieve clean up supplies, wiping you down with a lukewarm wet paper towel. “goodnight, baby.”

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hi)) I was rewatching the “year in life of Metallica” recently and apparently the walls of studio they used were covered with girls from adult magazines plus they used to call strippers in (there’s actually a scene of one of these girls dancing in the studio). So I was thinking that James doesn’t want his fiancé to come to studio cause “we’re too busy and it’s gonna be boring for you”. One day she comes to bring him and the guys some dinner, but then she discovers the magazines and through the ajar door sees the stripper. The worst past is that even James is enjoying the show; Kirk, Jason and Lars were going through tue divorce at the time so technically, they get a pass. She rather shy and not very self confident, so she just leaves, without making a scene. However, that makes her think that James doesn’t find her sexually attractive, otherwise why the magazines and the stripper? She pretends like nothing happened until one day he complains about something so she snaps and telling him that he can always leave her and go to live with that stripper?

I hope you like it!❤

Behind closed doors

The smell of rosemary and roasted chicken fills the car as I pull into the studio parking lot. My hands tremble slightly on the steering wheel, a mix of nerves and excitement twisting in my stomach. James has been working so hard—late nights, long hours, always coming home smelling like beer and exhaustion.

“It’s boring, babe,” he always says when I ask about coming to visit. “Just us sitting around, arguing about riffs and drinking too much coffee.”

But I know it’s more than that. He’s protecting me from something, though I’ve never been sure what. Maybe it’s the stress, or the chaos, or just the raw intensity of his world.

Tonight, though, I wanted to surprise him. Bring dinner for him and the guys. Show him that I’m here, supporting him, even if I’m not part of that side of his life.

The studio hallway is dim and quiet, except for the faint thrum of bass vibrating through the walls. I balance the takeout bags in one hand and push open the heavy front door with the other, stepping inside. My sneakers squeak against the polished floors as I follow the music toward the main recording room.

When I reach the door, it’s slightly ajar, just enough for me to peek inside.

The first thing I notice is the walls. They’re covered in glossy pages from magazines—pages of women. Beautiful, confident, nude women. My breath catches, and I instinctively step back, the bag handles digging into my palm.

Okay. It’s just... decoration. Maybe it’s been like that for a while, and I never knew. It doesn’t mean anything, right?

But then I hear the laughter—Lars’s sharp, boisterous cackle, Jason’s low chuckle, Kirk’s unmistakable snort. And then, over the music, I see her.

A stripper.

She’s dancing in the center of the room, moving in time with the heavy beat of a song I don’t recognize. Her body sways effortlessly, her confidence filling the space. The guys are cheering her on, their voices blending into a chaotic roar of approval.

And then I see James.

He’s leaning back in his chair, a beer in hand, his lips curved into a wide grin. He looks relaxed, entertained... happy. My James. The man who tells me I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. The man who promised me I was all he’d ever need.

I feel like the ground has crumbled beneath me. My heart pounds painfully in my chest, and I take a shaky step back, my vision blurring. My head is screaming at me to walk in there, to confront him, to demand an explanation. But my feet won’t move forward.

Instead, I turn and walk away.

The bag of food feels heavy in my hand as I make my way back to the car. I toss it onto the passenger seat, climb in, and slam the door. My chest aches, but I don’t cry. Not yet.

The next few days pass in a haze. I don’t tell James what I saw. Every time I look at him, I see the walls, the stripper, the way he smiled at her. And every time, the thought eats away at me a little more.

I try to push it down, to pretend it doesn’t matter, but the questions won’t stop. Am I not enough for him? Does he need that kind of excitement to be happy? Why didn’t he want me there?

By the fourth day, I’m barely holding it together.

“What’s wrong?” James asks, his brow furrowing as he watches me pick at my dinner.

“Nothing,” I lie, forcing a smile that feels like it might crack my face.

He doesn’t buy it. “You’ve been acting weird all week. Did I do something?”

And just like that, the dam bursts.

“Did you do something?” I slam my fork onto the table, the clang echoing in the silence. “Oh, I don’t know, James. Maybe you should ask the stripper in your studio if you did something!”

His eyes widen in shock. “What are you talking about?”

I push my chair back and stand, my chest heaving. “I came to surprise you with dinner. I saw everything, James. The walls, the magazines, her. You told me it was boring, that I wouldn’t want to be there. But it didn’t look boring to me. You looked like you were having a great time.”

“Y/N—”

“No!” I cut him off, tears streaming down my face. “Do you even want me anymore? Or am I just the boring one you come home to after you’re done living your real life at the studio?”

“Stop it,” he says, his voice breaking.

“Why?” I throw my hands up. “It’s true, isn’t it? If I was enough for you, you wouldn’t need those walls. You wouldn’t need her.”

For a moment, he just stares at me, his face pale and stricken. Then, slowly, he moves toward me, his hands reaching out as if he’s afraid I’ll bolt.

“Y/N,” he says softly, his voice trembling. “I’m so sorry.”

I shake my head, pulling away from his touch. “Sorry doesn’t fix this, James.”

“I know,” he says, his hands dropping to his sides. “But you have to believe me. None of that—none of it—means anything to me. It’s stupid. It’s just... studio crap. I didn’t think. I didn’t realize how much it would hurt you. But you... you’re everything to me.”

I look at him, searching his face for any hint of a lie. All I see is regret. And love.

“Why didn’t you want me there?” I whisper.

“Because I didn’t want you to see that,” he admits, his voice raw. “Not because I’m ashamed of you, but because I’m ashamed of myself. You’re so much better than all of that. Better than me.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut.

“I don’t need better,” I say quietly. “I just need you.”

He steps closer, his hands trembling as he cups my face. “Then I promise you, Y/N. No more walls. No more excuses. I’ll fix this. I’ll fix us.”

For a long moment, I just stand there, letting his words wash over me. Finally, I nod, leaning into his touch.

“We’ll fix this,” I whisper.

And for the first time in days, I feel like maybe, just maybe, we can.

[cryptic--writing]

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

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

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

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

word count: 3393

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

ALL HALLOWS EVE (1989)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[killazilla777]

anybody know what happened to Alana (30-3am) the barefoot author? loved that fic but also loved her 😭 she was so funny I miss her

[ghostbustting]

OKOK i’m thinking maybe this happens backstage two weeks after his burn incident. Maybe your just a casual friend and while your backstage helping him put gel on his arm he makes a joke about not being able to jerk off properly without both hands and you take it a bit too seriously and get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

this has been haunting my dreams for a week lord save me

𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓎

╰┈➤“𝑫𝑶 𝑰𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼„ ๋࣭⭑

James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut

I sigh as I sit down on the chair I had pulled out next to James, my eyes on his arm, the skin red as he was still healing from the pyrotechnic accident he had not long ago at the concert they did in Montreal.

I wince seeing the state of his poor left arm, let alone if it was me who had been in his position, feeling what he felt.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I slowly spoke, “So.. you said.. the skin rose off..?” I ask hesitatingly, almost like a doctor would, yet my face was scrunched up as I try to image what it looked like.

James instead chuckled like it was nothing, moving his arm closer to me, “Guess you can say I’m immortal.” He say with a cocky and arrogant smirk, one that I've found myself rolling my eyes to for years. “Now chop chop, I got a show to play.” He gestured towards the gel I previously placed on the dressing table in front of us.

I rolled my eyes and huff, “Bossy.” I muttered.

My hand reach out towards the tub of gel and open it, placing it back on the table before dipping my fingers in it, gathering some of the gel on the tips of my fingers, not too much and not so little.

"How are you even going to play your guitar?" I genuinely ask, slowly and gently applying the gel on his arm, my other hand holding his wrist to keep his arm up.

James sighed in what seemed like relief from the cool gel, leaning back as he begin to relax from the soothing feeling. "Who said I'm playing the guitar?" He answered.

"Eh? Then who is?"

"Kirk's guitar tech, John."

I raise my eyebrows and avert my gaze to his face, a hint of surprise in my expression and voice. "The tall guy?" I ask. Pretty sure that John Marshall guy was about 6 foot.

He shrugs, his eyes on his arms as I continue to apply gel soothingly on the red skin, "I mean, you being short surely exagerates it." He laughed out loud, shaking his head to the point his blond hair shook like a lion's do.

My face scrunched in annoyance, raising my hand to smack his arm out of habit. It was a good thing he stopped me before I could actually hit him, his other hand holding my wrist. "Hey! That's not nice.." He huffed, his face similar to a child being sulky.

I yank my wrist back and roll my eyes. James' immature of a behavior was something I'm used to yet not able to deal with at the same time. So I look down and continue to gently apply the gel over his arm, feeling his gaze upon my fingers as I did.

"So you just sing then?" I ask, this time only keeping my focus on his arm.

I hear him hum at my question as his way to say yes to it. For a while, he and I stayed silent. The only noises were all the movements I did; grabbing the gel, applying the gel, grabbing more, and so on in a loop.

We can also still hear the loud noises from outside of the dressing room; laughters, voices, music, etcetera.

Not long after, James then spoke up again. Even without looking up, I can hear the smirk in his voice. "There's a lot of things I can't do with this arm in this condition actually." He sighed dramatically, making me roll my eyes for what felt like the millionth times today.

He slowly begin listing them off one by one, I had to force my own ears to listen to each and one of them, really. "Put on my clothes properly.. sleep on my left side.. play my guitar, obviously.."

For some reason, he trailed off for a while. Leaving me hanging and curious on what he could be thinking about.

Finished with applying the gel on his arm, I turn the chair I was sitting on and reach forward for the tub of the remaining gel and the lid. Thats when he say,

"...can't jerk off as well.."

I stop dead in my position, slowly turning my head to finally look at him, and just as I thought, there goes the smirk on his face, wide and proud of his own words. Any smart person could see that he was either trying to get a rise out of me, or tease me.

But today was not a perfect day for him to go around and play with me. Not when I woke up in a bad mood, got a bad hair day, ran out of toilet papers, and genuinely had a bad day.

Slowly, I lean back in my seat, my eyes' gaze still lingering on his face and the smirk he had proudly on his lips, how I wish to have the ability to wipe that off his face.

"Let me help you then."

Those words somehow manage to leave my lips.

My previous wish was granted when his smirk finally drops and his eyes widens. For once, his face wasn't filled with such cockiness and instead, filled with whaf seem like genuine surprise.

And for once, the James Hetfield stays silent. For once, the James Hetfield have no words to respond with, no witty comebacks, no laughters. He just.. froze. Quite unlike him, may I note.

Instead, the smirk once wore on his face was transfered to my own face, wearing that same smirk like the roles had switched.

Tilting my head, I let out a chuckle at his dumbfounded reaction. "Cat got your tongue?"

Slowly, I got down from my seat and to the floor, sitting on my knees right in front of him, his manspread position was quite cooperating with my movement, making me sit right between his legs.

I didn't even know what I was thinking. I never thought that one day I'd have zero self respect and just sunk to my knees right in front of my friend.

"You.." James let out a rather awkward chuckle, his body shifting in his seat a little. His body was no longer relaxed, his back no longer resting against the back of his chair, instead he was sittingup straight.

"You're fucking joking—"

"And you're fucking hard."

I rephrased his own words. As a way to answer his confusion and oblivion, my gaze slowly averts down to the crotch of his pants, where a tent was seen due to what was definitely— and surprisingly his hard cock.

Despite the wide playful smirk on my face, there was no doubt I felt surprised inside me at how fast he could get hard just by a silly joke I was doing.

Plan A was to joke around with him and go on with my day.

But seems like I've moved on to Plan B already.

Slowly, I look back up at him and smile softly instead of what was once a playful smirk. I tilt my head, slowly placing my hands on his knees. "Will you let me do it for you?" I ask in a soft innocent voice.

Angel to his eyes, devil to his cock.

James looked down at me with a look in his eyes that I find myself not able to read, no matter how hard I try to find a familiar expression through those blue eyes. For a moment, the heavy breath he let out was the only thing my ears were able to catch. Until he say,

"You have to take off my pants for me though."

Soft smile thrown away, my lips shows him a wicked grin instead, my teeth just ever so slighty peeking through those lips of mine, gloss painted over my lips.

Meanwhile my hands that were placed on his knees slowly travels further up him, to his thigh, then.. to his belt, where I begin to unbuckle his belt.

Our eyes were locked still to each other's. His unreadable eyes to my playful ones.

Yet the eye contact was soon broken when his eyes looked down at the way my hand was already starting to pull down his pants, tugging on it before finally managing to pull it down his thighs.

Once I did, I was met by little James. Wait.. already?

"God, man.. use some boxers!" I grunt and smack his leg, knowing damn well he did not have an injury down there.

He huffed, almost kicking me with his leg. "Hey! I told you it's hard to put on clothes properly!" He exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes at his excuse before turning my attention back to the.. thing.. in front of me.

My gaze was running up and down it, taking notice of every veins seen on the skin, the stiffness of it, and the precum leaking just at the tip. It was twitching just the slightest, something I heard was painful for boys once it isn't taken care of.

Well thank God I have my non existence dick then.

Without even thinking nor wasting another second, my hand grasped onto his cock. A loud sigh being heard above me, a curse slipping out with that sigh that I couldn't quite make out.

Slowly, I begin moving my hands up and down his shaft, somehow managing to be completely casual with it, trying to ignore the way a sweat ran down my forehead.

My fingerpads run over those veins, my grasp slightly tightening every now and then, which manage to pull out hitched breath from James, a noise I unexpectedly grown to love by these seconds.

"F-fuck..." He hissed. I could also take notice of the way his hips slowly thrusts up my hands every now and then. "Faster, damnit.. My hands are way more skillful than yours at this.." He grunted out.

I scoffed, finding it offensive. "Can't fucking say that with that state of an arm, can you?"

Seeking justice, I start to fasten up my strokes, my grasp tightening as far as I can, wrist twisting from time to time, meanwhile more precum seems to be seeking freedom, leaking out in beads from his tip.

James groaned at the feeling, "That's more like it. Oh fuck.." He grunted out through more groans and moans, "Good girl.." Who would've thought other than screaming those lyrics he can also let out such beautiful yet filthy noise like this?

Right, the groupies.

"Still think you're better?"

I spat onto his length, my spit making my stroke on his cock even much more slick, moving at an incredible pace now.

He laughed out loud, "Abso-fucking-lutely I am—"

Before he could stop talking, my mouth cut him off and silenced him. Though this time, instead of cutting him off with words.. I shoved his cock into my mouth.

Bad idea? Possibly. He was.. big, to say the least. Most likely not a size you can see every day, even if you're a cheap whore.

The contact of his cock in my mouth made him much more talkative and nosy, moans were heard more often rather than groans. Not that I'd complain to either of those noises.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" He yelled, one of his hand— his healthy one, travels down to my head, stroking my hair before gripping onto the strands, guiding me little by little as my head bobs up and down his shaft.

The tip of his cock would reach my throat every now and then, I had to force myself to control my throat as his hand was preventing me from letting go of his cock.

At the same time, not long after, he begin to become more urgent in his movement and voice. It was getting more and more crystal clear that he was close to release.

He groaned as he hold my face still, thrusting up into my mouth. "Fuck fuck.. I— shit!!"

Fingers in my hair again, he pushed my mouth down on his cock, my nose brushing against the pubic hair he had right where his cock starts. Tears wells up in my eyes, squeezing shut as they start rolling down my cheeks.

Soon, he began shooting his cum into my throat, the liquid felt warm in my throat as he continued to fill me up with all of his release.

Once he's done, his fingers finally let my hair have their freedom, allowing me to pull back, panting from the lack of breath I had all this time. He was panting as well, leaned back on his chair with his hand on his forehead.

"So this.." I panted out, "..this is what those groupies felt.."

Looking up, I see James shaking his head with a weak grin. "Maybe.. but this is surely not what they make me feel with those lack of skill in their hands.." He chuckled.

I watch as he lean over and wipe off a droplet of cum that was spilled over my lips using his thumb, which he slowly then place in my mouth, not wanting to waste a single cum without me tasting it. His eyes watching my face as I take in his thumb willingly.

"Definitely not as skillful as you."

[boundbyeclipse]

metallica and their main kinks

ʟᴀʀꜱ

hair pulling (g and r). lars is a freak who loves to have you at his mercy, pulling on your hair when he pounds you from the back on the leather sofa. he loves the way he can control you when you give him head too, your hair in between his fingers as he tugs on it quite strongly. but he also loves it when you ride him and have his hair in your fist, pulling and digging your nails into his scalp.

ᴋɪʀᴋ

oral (giving). we all know that this man just loves to eat a girl out. loves tasting you, teasing you and smirks against your folds if you cry out his name. looks up through his eyelashes from time to time to watch your face, his eyes dark and lustful. he also really enjoys edging you just to hear you beg for permission to cum. will be done on his own terms, not when you tell him to.

ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ

choking (giving). with those large hands of his covered in tattoos, he knows the power he has over you. can jokingly wrap a hand around your neck, but he loves it and it drives him insane how you get so vulnerable so quickly. absolutely loses his mind if you’re under him, head thrown over the edge of the bed, with his fingers wrapped around your neck to choke you.

ʀᴏʙ

fingering. he knows what he’s doing, let me just say this. rob knows how good it feels for you when he uses his thick fingers to please you, curling them up and hitting the spot every single time. once he’s done with you, he will suck on his fingers and taste your juices that are dripping down his hand. as a bonus, for more pleasure, rob will use his palm to press on your clit.

ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ

manhandling. aware of his strength, jason uses it to his advantage. don’t worry, because even if you’re chubby, he’ll make sure to throw you on the bed and use his muscles to pin you down so you quit squirming. quite aggressive, but to an extent. won’t hurt you, unless you enjoy pain.

ᴄʟɪꜰꜰ

hickeys (g and r). your neck, chest, thighs, whatever it is - he will kiss and suck on to mark what’s his (a hint of possessiveness). loves the way your skin gets covered in goosebumps once his teeth come in contact with your skin. but he also enjoys receiving love bites from you. so it’s like an indicator that the both of you belong to each other only.

[in-hav3n]

𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒

James sighed of tiredness when the elevator brought him to the 6th floor. He just finished rehearsals for the next gig and felt extremely exhausted. They had been touring since a month and a half now and even if he loved the energy brought by the fans and the share of their music, sometimes he just needed a break. And this is exactly what he wanted now.

He opened the door of his hotel suite, wondering if you would be there already. You told him you wanted to do a bit of sightseeing and shopping today since you were in an interesting city. Sometimes you were coming to the rehearsals but not all the time. As James girlfriend, you had also the right to be free and do whatever you wanted.

"(X/Y) ?", James called as closing the door behind him, removing quickly his boots that he kicked away. He scratched his head as he quickly pour some water in a glass to hydrate himself.

"Here baby!", he heard your voice coming from he bathroom and smiled. He was happy you were there cause what he needed right now was a big cuddle time session on the bed, relaxing. He made his way over there to greet you and propose you this wonderful idea until he got an interesting surprise.

"Oh...I see someone Is enjoying herself...", he said with a smile as leaning against the doorframe. You turned around when you heard his voice and smiled back at him. You collected some foam in your hand and blew it in his direction with a giggle.

"Hello handsome! Wanna join? I'm bored to enjoy it all by myself", you replied with a malicious tone. James chuckled and shook his head.

"No need to ask me twice sweetheart". He walked in, closed the door and started to undressed, putting his clothes in a pile next to the sink. Impatient to welcome him in, you already moved inside the tube to give him space. James came in carefully, trying to not fall or broke one of his leg.

"Damn baby, it's hot!", he exclaimed as soon as his ass touched the hot water.

"It's a bath baby! It won't be cold," you giggled as coming behind him when he sat completely in it. You opened your legs and put them on each side of his body so as to have your chest against his back, your tiny arms around him. Naturally your head rested on his shoulder.

"How was your day?"

"Exhausting", James said as taking your hands in his, intertwining your fingers under water.

"Some problems ?", you asked as caressing softly his hair. You knew how hard it could be for them to give 100% of energy at every show with sometimes lack of rest between it. That's why you were always careful that he could have a relaxing time from time to time.

"The usual. Techs problems. Guitars problems and band problems", he sighed and leaned back against you. You cupped his face from behind and kissed his temple.

"Now it's over. Relax baby", you whispered as you started to massage his shoulders in slow movements.

James quickly closed his eyes and moaned of satisfaction. It was feeling so good and this is what he needed right now. You smiled when you felt him untensed under your touch and you couldn't resist to spread some kisses all over his neck.

"I love you...", he whispered, lost in his thoughts.

He was so lucky to have you with him. You two talked a lot about you coming on tour with them because of the difficult schedules and lot of travels all the time but now he realized it was the best decision you two could have ever taken. He needed some time off from Metallica, the bands discussions. With you it was always calm and relaxing and this what he needed the most.

"I love you too..", you whispered back with a smile as kissing his shoulder now, your hands stopping the massage for spreading some sweet caresses on his back.

You always loved this tenderness between the two of you. You never imagined James would be like this, considering his metalhead style and his behavior on stage or with the others, but with time, you discovered that it was what he needed. Maybe because this is what he missed the most when he was a kid ? You didn't know and probably never knew but you were happy to provide him and to share this with him.

After a while, James turned on the tube and decided to switch your positions. He leaned against one of the side, opened his legs and arms to welcome you. You smiled at the index he moved on to invite you to come and in a move, you ended up leaning against his chest for a cuddle. He embraced you from behind, holding you tight as he smelled the place just right behind your ear.

"Can we stay forever in this bath?", he whispered, closing his eyes. He never felt so peaceful since a long time and it's always with you by his side.

You chuckled softly, lifting up your hand to caress his cheek. "We can baby...but we'd be crumpled after".

"I don't care, as long as I'm crumpled with you in my arms...", he seriously said and this made you chuckle again.

Your head rested on his shoulder and you both kept silence. James softly caressed your hair, caressing them from your scalp as you absentmindedly played with his fingers, analyzing every detail of them, every little mark left by his guitar chords. You took every finger and started to kiss the tip tenderly, like if you wanted to heal them.

"They are used..", you let out after some time.

"I know..", James smiled behind your back and bend to look at it. "But I'm not in pain... Maybe I'll be in 40 years"

You chuckled at his joke. "I hope not. I want to listen to you playing music forever...". James only answered with a tender kiss on top of your head.

When the water started to get cold and when you were crumpled enough, you decided to go out of the bath. James helped you to carefully stepped out of the basin without falling on the ground. After a quick thanks, you grabbed a towel to wrap yourself up in it while you already prepared one for him.

Once he was on the bathroom carpet, James smiled at your tender gesture. He was used to be the one that was taking care of you but he also appreciated when you were changing roles. You gently wrapped him up too, taking an extra towel for his hair that you slowly dried with it. From all his height, James looked over you caressing your cheekbone when you finished your task.

"You're sweet", you told him with a smile as moving on your tiptoes to smack him sweetly on the lips. James smiled, holding you by your shoulders before embracing you.

You told him to go to bed while you tidied up a bit the mess in the bathroom, cleaning the bathtub and so on. In less than ten minutes, you went back into your room and found James completely naked, on his stomach, head on the pillow, sleeping like a baby. He was so tired that he didn't even put on his boxer to sleep.

You smiled and climbed on the bed like a cat to lay down next to him in the same position, moving carefully to not awake him. Then your leg intertwined with his and you embraced him with your side, caressing slowly his arms. He was completely exhausted, you could tell with the deep breath you were hearing. You lovingly smiled at this cute vision of him and slowly rubbed his back.

"Good night my love..." you whispered as plating a soft and delicate kiss on his temple.

A/N : Another sweet ask from an anon, hope you'll like it! Thanks to my good friend @liltingoddesss for her help with this!

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Take Me Down To The River † James Hetfield (16+)

Part One of Two

Mentions/Warnings: smalltown!james, smalltown!reader, angst, hurt and comfort, exes to lovers, suggestive content

Cicadas croon in a repetitive notion as you slowly make your way down the seemingly never-ending road and pathway, the tattered and overworn lace on the bottom of your dress caressing itself against the tops of your boots with every step you trudge forward. The sky is gray and an offset blue, yet heat still permeates itself through the thickened clouds as music eventually begins to make itself known within the distance between you and the familiar looking, abandoned church ahead. Cars line themselves in hazardous and haphazard lines on each side of the jagged and uneven damp dirt road, and irritation starts to sear in your stomach as loud voices and engines begin to surround you.

You halt mid step and contemplate turning around and creating a false excuse as to why you were unable to show up to the party on your way back home, before you flinch back at the sound of a truck barreling its way down the pathway you're currently stood on, and as dark and browned water spatters itself against the now ruined bottom half of your dress. The muddied liquid immediately absorbs itself within the cotton of your outfit, and a grimace paints your already downtrodden features as the material latches itself onto your newly soaked skin. You look down in numbed disbelief as droplets collect themselves in the hem and then pummel downward, and you're hardly able to fully lift your head up again before a voice is yelling out and at you.

"Holy shit, I swear I didn't see you there," an oddly sounding familiar voice cries, and brakes are soon squeaked to a stop soon after, the high pitch constriction sounding the complete opposite of the slow music echoing itself down the road. Blonde and disarrayed strands of mane cover the left side of the man's face, and your heart stutters in your chest as the muddled air brushes it away to show the features underneath. James pauses in the middle of opening his door, and only comes out of his stupor when someone else in the car shoves him forward. He's barely able to catch his weight on his forearm resting in the created opening of the window's edge, and his own face twists in disgust as his left shoe makes contact with the soot textured filth he covered the bottom half of you with. "Are you alright?"

The second the question is verbalized, he's shaking his head at his own inquisition, and his lips move inward as you take a step backward and go to walk towards the small opening in between the rows of cars. "Wait!" He requests, yet you sift your fingers down the fabric and bunch it up instead, before lifting your other weighed down boot and continuing your half blind travel. The sun is now pivoting behind the earlier clouds, and you ignore the unyielding calls behind you as you attempt to find the source of running water you remember visiting only a few years ago. There's a halted moment and a pause within James calling out to you, and you suck in a deep breath of relief, just as a warm hand encircles itself around your right forearm. Your body's first instinct is to flinch away, even as the cool and familiar temperature of his rings press themselves against your bare skin and silently beckon you in.

"I didn't know you were back in town," the slight stammer in his now deeper tone softens your hardened shell, even as you tense under his hold, and as his grip loosens once he notices your demeanor. The dual sound of your guys' shoes and boots squelching as they imprint themselves in the mud is the only consistent cadence, before the cicadas round again, and as his fingers absentmindedly run their pads down your goosebump ridden flesh. Your fists clench themselves in the material of your dress as he retracts his hold from around your lower arm, and you force yourself to look forward as he clears his throat. "I'm really sorry, if I had known it was you, I would have slowed down."

Your lips raise on their own accord, despite the awkwardness and tension in the air, and you can feel James' eyes rest on you as your shoulders shake with your uncontained laughter. "And if it wasn't?" You edge, your knuckles relaxing against the wet cotton, the dress's material sliding back down to cover the rest of your legs as you catch sight of the river to your left. James allows himself to fully catch up with your own steps, and you subconsciously lean into his warmth as his clothed shoulder brushes and caresses itself on your own bare one. The smile in his voice when he answers is obvious, and if you'd allow yourself to relax any further, it'd almost feel like you two are eighteen again. Meeting up for a date by the river, or for a moment of silence, while your mutual friends raise hell not so far behind.

"I'd speed up and get even closer," he instigates, his smile turning into a smug grin when you look over at him in amused shock, your features brighter and livelier than a few minutes prior. "It's common sense and knowledge around here to walk in the grass anyway, most locals know that," his left elbow bends and purposefully collides with yours, both of your guys' smiles mellowing after he finishes his sentence. "Even if they've been gone for a while."

You're saved from answering as you pivot and carefully inch yourself towards the edge of the side of the river, the mud covering the bottom of your boots aiding you as you squat down to level yourself with the flowing water. James keeps himself a step behind you, and without even having to look back, you already know that he's got both of his hands positioned to catch you in case you fall. You place your dampened palms on the rocks and rest your backside against the cool surface, a shiver wracking up your spine as you place your lower limbs into the current. Hurried waves of excited and once still water wash ashore on the worn leather of your boots and stained dress, and you watch as both of your reflections look back at each other in the darkened liquid.

"It's been two years," you remind him, your breath leaving you in a shuttered exhale, and you wet your lips as you watch his features withdraw and close up. "You chose what you wanted to do, and I chose as well, I suppose. I'm not upset about it anymore." The tightness in your chest constricts as renewed guilt reawakens on his face, and you situate your eyes on the other side of the river, instead of having to see him relive the last day you two spoke to each other.

"You didn't abandon me, regardless of all of the fucked up things I said back then," James iterates, finally fully meeting you at the edge, and the large rock beneath you two shifts, before it recenters and seeps back into the soil. His left hand rests right next to your right, and you coerce and stop your fingers from spreading in a blind search of his own. "You did the right thing for yourself back then, and I did too." You twist around to try and look back for the truck he had driven in with, but it was too far back and blanketed within the others.

"Found the rest of your band members, huh?" You search gently, and hum around a renewed smile as you see him nod in your peripheral. The coil unravels in your chest, and for the first time since you've seen him again, it nearly feels easy to breathe. A ripple of cool water lifts the bottom of your dress from the tops of your boots, and you peer down as it naturally folds and rests on the middle of your shins. You brave yourself enough to look over at him, and the breath halfway exited from your chest halts, as your irises immediately find and latch onto his. "I knew you would." You breathe, you voice barely audible over the rush of water, the background music and cicadas, and the erratic beating of your own heart. It's pathetic how something as simple as a reciprocated look from your first love can have the last few years apart, feel like only seconds.

You swallow thickly and press your tongue to the roof of your mouth as his blue eyes track the movement, your fingertips pulsing against the cold stone beneath the two of you, as you cautiously wait for his next move. Expecting him to be as impulsive as much as he is shy has you tensing, and your spine relaxes as he instead looks away and inches forward. Reddened and calloused hands reach forward to gather the material of your dress, and you raise your legs in front of you for better access. The residual water he wrings out the cotton sounds like temporary pouring rain, and you can't help but shudder as he curves a roughened palm around your right calf to tug you in closer. His fingertips coalesce to scrub out some of the mud spatter and browned water, and you purse your lips together in an attempt to hold back a titter of laughter as it just makes it worse, the river's water doing nothing but softening whatever had hardened on the travel over.

"It's alright," you try to placate, your voice sounding tight as you try to swallow down your own mirth at the situation, it becoming harder to do so as he rubs the material back and forth together with annoyed vigor. You see his hands beginning to turn a light hue of purple, and you hastily bend forward to take his own in yours. "It's okay, James, it's only a dress." Your words are ignored as he continues under your hold, and you're only able to gather his full attention once you grab ahold of both of his wrists. You bend your knees and rest your now completely soaked boots on top of the rock beneath you two, and James follows as you beckon him to fully sit back down next to you.

"I can buy you a new one, or I can take it to the dry cleaners. I promise you; I'll figure something out this time." His words seem hushed and hurried, and you absentmindedly rub your thumbs against his pulse points, feeling his blood pumping anxiously underneath your digits. You tug on his unsteady hands and lay them on your right thigh, and send him a gentle look when he rests his unfocused gaze onto you.

"There's nothing to figure out, because everything is fine. See," you purposefully trail your eyes down the expanse of your body, and you make sure that he follows suit. His eyebrows furrow when you two get down to your boots, but he's already quickly relaxing into your hold. "I'm right here, we're both in one piece. We're all good to go."

He tsks and shakes his head to himself, before following your earlier movements by looking behind you both, seemingly trying to find his truck throughout the others. "I've got a spare outfit or two in the truck's backseat," he offers, and he's up onto his feet before you can fully digest his words, gently twisting his wrists out of your hold, only to mold his own hands against yours and squat down in front of you. "I said I'll figure something out this time, and I meant it. I may have broken both of our hearts and nearly drowned you in mud, but I can at least offer you a shirt that hasn't been cleaned in the past three days." He's got a familiar looking playful and hopeful gleam in his eyes in response to your own wry look, and you know it's best to follow him instead of trying to fight back and disagree, so you place the heels of your feet underneath you and allow him to bear the rest of your weight.

You hold back any reaction to the wet gush of water that covers your toes once you're fully stood back up, and you give yourself permission to hold onto the hands you've tried to convince yourself you haven't missed. You walk behind him through the tight rows of cluttered cars and trucks, and try not to reminisce on the times you two were in a similar position. Just having gotten out of the swimming pool back in senior year, with a wide smile on your face, and you lifting yourself up onto the tips of your toes to press the physical representation of your happiness into the middle of his shoulder blades.

The only sources of light down the long road and pathway are from headlights that were left on, and from taper candles that were brought earlier on from the actual party throwers. The tinged and artificial yellow light gives off a warmer atmosphere as you two shuffle yourself free from the onslaught of vehicles and back onto the slab of dirt, and you feel James let out a hefty sigh once you two do. You carefully untangle a hand from his and move forward to stand beside him, your relief becoming palpable as the red truck that must be his comes into immediate view. He's reaching forward into the truck with its window still down and pushing it open from the inside, before twisting the high beams off and motioning you to head inside first. You pause once you're able to stabilize yourself on your knees on the large front seat, and kick off your boots before you fully get into the truck. James is repeating the motion and barely has his door fully closed, before he's got a forearm and bicep disappearing in the direction of the backseat.

Your lips nearly split with the size of your disbelief ladened smile, as a shirt you once gifted him is tugged free from a messy pile. Red and black overworn and stretched out cotton is strewn onto and over your lap, and you clutch onto it as you try to figure out his expression. James stares forward as you slowly and carefully lift your hips up to tug the sticking material from your still dampened skin, and you hold back a shiver as you free your bottom half. You can see in the yellowed light from the other cars multiple feet away from his that his hands are gripping the steering wheel, and his teeth are pressing themselves into his bottom lip, worrying the natural swell. You tug the remainder of the dress off of you and drag the shirt and his scent over your mussed hair and head, and slowly lower yourself to lay back against the tinted leather.

By the time you've got your dress half folded up and resting near your bare feet, James is loosening the hold he has on the steering wheel and turning his head to look in your direction. You tug at the collar of the obviously worn and stressed shirt. "You kept this," you unhelpfully point out, and your breath hitches as you catch the familiar glint of metal on the keychain attached to the keys that were left in the ignition. "And you also kept the gift that I got you for our one-year anniversary."

"What about it?" He grates, his tone aggressive, yet saddened. James' hand lowers to almost protectively touch the keychain, as if he's reminding himself that it's still there. You push yourself up into a fully sitting position, uncaring as the material of the shirt lifts to rest on your upper thighs, as you begin to feel frustrated as well.

"The night I came and told you about me getting accepted into a college out of state, the first words out of your mouth were just take it and go, leave me already. That our relationship was essentially bullshit, and that neither one of us should hold each other back," you're unable to hold your emotions at bay, your tone becoming weaker. Tears burn and make themselves known at the precipice of your waterlines, and James stares at you helplessly as they begin to make their way down your reddened cheeks. "You broke up with me the week after you thanked me for always being by your side, and right after you got news of Cliff wanting to join the band. We celebrated the night before, and we made plans. To travel together and figure our shit out on our own time. That the timeline of things didn't matter, as long as we have each other."

James reaches out to take ahold of your hand, and you edge them further back, averting your eyes to not have to see his reaction to your rejection. You hear a broken exhale, and then the faint sound of something dripping onto leather. The hand James originally reached out to you with is raised temporarily, and then brought back down, now wet with tears. "You don't understand," he begins, the earlier strength and sureness behind his tone now nonexistent. "You were the only person there for me for years, and then an opportunity of a lifetime was offered to you, and I couldn't have let you miss out on that. I know you, and I know that if I had asked you to stay closer or wait another year on your dreams for me, you would have," you look up at him to intercept and disagree, but you hold yourself back when you see the expression on his face. "You gave up so much for me within the years we were together, and even before then. The least I could've done then, was give up the fear of holding you back."

"We could have made it work; we could have figured something out." You try to reason, but let go of trying to rationalize it all when you finally have him in front of you to explain. You reach out this time, and instead of being rejected like you did with him earlier, he meets you halfway. The air pillowing in from the rolled down window smells like moss and post rain shower, the light is artificial and it's getting darker as each minute passes by, but you're here together. And with the first swipe of his thumb across the second knuckle of your left forefinger, you're moving in closer. Your bare knees make brushing contact with his right thigh, and his free hand intertwines itself with the material of his shirt.

"As soon as you left, I ran headfirst into finding the rest of the members of the band. Lars and I almost lost our minds with it, and I needed the distraction. We went days without telephones and nearly without food. Even if we could've tried to make it work, we wouldn't have been how we were," he traces the faded and ripped lettering and guides his fingertips up to the collar, before using it as leverage to usher you forward until you're both only centimeters apart. His exhale becomes your inhale, and as you blink, you can feel as your eyelashes skim and make brief contact with his cheekbone. "I think I needed to lose you, to figure out what shit really matters."

Hope blooms in your chest. And despite being partially freezing cold, terrified of making the wrong move, overstepping and then getting out of the truck alone, being in such a close proximity to him brings you so much comfort and warmth. "And what shit really matters?" You ask, tilting your head up with a nod, and fighting back the urge to close your eyes as your lips brush against his. You can sense and feel his answering grin without even having to glance down. And for the first time in two years, and instead of being kissed goodbye, you're being welcomed back in.

"You matter." Is murmured within a gasp, and you're unable to process anything but the touch of him again. Each brush of lips and the teasing swipe of tongue has you letting go of his hand and instead freeing your own to grip onto the handle of the driver's side door, only to use it as leverage to climb onto his lap. His hands are on you instantly, easily finding their way underneath his gifted shirt to dig his fingertips into your heated up flesh, his palm making direct and firm contact with your spine to push you even closer up against him.

You have to lean back and disconnect your guys' lips to suck in a much needed inhalation of breath, and James takes advantage of your newly exposed skin once you do. His tongue lengthens itself down and leaves trails of saliva and marks in its wake, and by the time he's got you littered in marks and nearly rutting against his lap, he's pleading with you. "Tell me you're going to stay."

You raise your hand to reach up and grasp onto his long, blonde locks, your lips swollen and bruised red, and your breath still lost. With a gentle tug and an answering groan, you whisper.

"Give me a reason to."