#james hetfield stab me and drink my blood

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𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔧𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢

requested by @mariskiii ! i hope you LOVE this lol.

(this is specifically 97' james)

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very private

like VERY

won't give any details of the wedding

“what dress did she wear?”

can’t remember

i think it was bright pink with sparkles..?

not sure

SO LOVING

but not overly romantic

he would totally show his love through actions not words

supporting you with whatever you need

especially in your career

his love for you is steady and reliable honestly

helping you with the little things

chores

making sure your okay

spending time with you when he’s home

PRIORITIZES YOU

very loyal

very defensive

someone disrespects you?

he’ll make it VERY clear that NO ONE messes with his family

totally has an apron he wears that says “grill em’ all”

loves to barbecue (tell me you don’t see what i see. i'll wait)

and BIG on the dad jokes

and prides himself in it

what do you call a fish with no eyes? fshhhhh

BAH DID YOU HEAR THAT

THAT WAS GENIUS

I MADE THAT ONE MYSELF

[broidobe]

𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩

requested by 🐊🕸! thank youu!

☾james gets drunk and lashes out at his girlfriend, but the next morning, he apologizes (yay)☽

☾warnings: alcohol use, verbal abuse☽

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james was already a few drinks in by the time you showed up. the band had just wrapped up a leg of the tour, and everyone was blowing off steam. you could tell he was in a mood—the way his jaw tightened when you tried to ask how his night was going, the sharp edge to his laughter that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

you stayed close, trying to keep things light, but it wasn’t long before he started picking at you.

“you gonna just stand there all night?” he said, his voice louder than it needed to be. “real exciting, babe. no wonder everyone loves having you around.”

the words stung, even if you knew he didn’t mean them. you laughed it off at first, brushing a hand over his arm, but he pulled away.

“what?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. “what’s going on with you?”

“nothing’s going on,” he snapped, turning to face you fully now. “but maybe if you weren’t so busy being a know-it-all, you’d see that.”

it was like he couldn’t stop himself. every little jab hit harder than the last, until finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“what the hell is your problem, james?” you shouted, your voice breaking. “why are you being such an asshole tonight?”

that seemed to snap him out of it, at least for a moment. he looked at you like he wanted to say something, but instead, he just turned and walked away.

you didn’t stick around to see where he went.

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when he woke up the next morning, his head was pounding, and the memories of the night before came rushing back. he groaned, running a hand over his face, but the guilt settled in deeper than the hangover.

you were still in bed, curled up on your side with your back to him.

“babe,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. he reached out, his hand hesitating just above your shoulder. “pretty girl, wake up.”

you stirred, but you didn’t turn to face him.

“hey,” he tried again, softer this time. “can we talk?”

when you finally looked at him, your eyes were red and puffy, and he felt like the biggest piece of shit on the planet.

“i’m sorry,” he said, the words spilling out in a rush. “i was a total asshole last night. i was pissed off about something stupid, and i took it out on you. you didn’t deserve that.”

you didn’t say anything, but you didn’t pull away when he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “you’re the best thing in my life, and i can’t believe i hurt you like that. i’m so sorry, pretty. please forgive me.”

you buried your face in his chest, and he held you tighter, his hand gently stroking your hair.

“just… don’t do it again,” you said finally, your voice muffled but firm.

“i won’t,” he promised. “i swear.”

and in that moment, you believed him.

[broidobe]

𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔤𝔲𝔶

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you leaned in, your warm breath dancing across james' skin as you whispered, "you know, i've always had a thing for you, james." your hands slid up his thighs, the denim of his jeans rough beneath your fingertips. you could feel the tension in his muscles, the anticipation building as you worked your way higher.

finally, you reached the zipper, and with a sly smile, you began to work it down. james's eyes fluttered closed, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you freed him from the confines of his pants. your thighs wrapped around him, the heat of his skin radiating up to meet you.

as you began to move, james' head fell back, his mouth opening on a sigh. but instead of the expected sounds of pleasure, a whiny tone crept into his voice. "oh, god, this is so…so…embarrassing."

you paused, a teasing glint in your eye. "embarrassing?" you repeated, your voice low and husky. "you're getting a thigh job from a fan, and you're embarrassed?"

james' face flushed, his eyes snapping open to meet yours. "shut up," he muttered, his voice still laced with that annoying whine. "just…just keep going."

you chuckled, the sound low and throaty. "oh, james," you whispered, your breath dancing across his skin once more. "you're so cute when you're embarrassed." your hands began to move again, but this time, you made sure to tease him, to draw out the sensations and make him squirm.

as you worked him over, james's whines turned to moans, his face growing hotter by the second. you could see the embarrassment written all over him, the way he tried to hide his face, to look away from you. but you just laughed, the sound echoing through the room as you continued to tease him, to push him further and further.

finally, with a last, strangled cry, james came, his body shuddering beneath your touch. as he slumped back, his face still flushed with embarrassment, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear. "you know, james," you whispered, "you're really not very good at this whole 'tough guy' thing."

james' eyes snapped open, a scowl twisting his face. "shut up," he growled, but you just laughed, the sound ringing out as you pulled back, a sly smile still playing on your lips.

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omg guys i’m so active today. is this what life turns into when you forget to take your meds? i’ve become an unstoppable fanfic writing force who must be held back in chains before she teleports to 1983 to grope the shit outta james hetfield. uh anyways i’m taking any requests! go wild!