#james hetfield x dave mustaine

[haywire-hetfield]

soft hetstaine plz? 🙏🏻

Sure thing!

The Life Of The (After) Party

Words: 745

Warnings: Drunkenness, cuddling, realization of feelings (kinda)

The bedroom was too warm as Dave laid on top of the blankets, curled into himself a bit. Outside of the thin walls, the party still raged on, but the enjoyment of it had worn off a while ago. He needed to rest for a bit now. He tried to count the minutes before James came looking for him, but his perception of time was screwed up. Dave thought he could have laid there for five minutes or five hours before he finally heard the bedroom door creak open.

James didn’t say anything as he shut the door and made his way to the bed, shoes being kicked off loudly. He slipped into bed behind Dave and immediately plastered himself to the man’s back, invading his personal space. His movements were too uncoordinated, hitting Dave’s back too roughly, but Dave ignored it. James always got out of hand when he was drunk, though he never intended to. Part of Dave even found it adorable, but he kept that thought to himself and couldn’t imagine actually calling James cute.

Dave rolled his eyes when he felt a kiss being pressed to his throat. It was a bit too rough and didn’t actually touch skin, blocked by his hair, but the gesture was sweet. Juvenile. It made him remember how young they actually were, time slowing down and reminding him neither were as old as they felt sometimes. The feeling was pleasant and made him relax into the moment, laughing when James’ hand moved hair away from his throat. 

James had big hands, warm and clumsy on the best of days, but he was even more uncoordinated now. His fingers brushed over Dave’s hair multiple times as he tried to get to the skin beneath it. It was easy to enjoy the feeling and James eventually laughed. Too loud, too deep, too James . Dave thought maybe something being too James wasn’t a bad thing, though. 

“You have too much hair,” James told him, sighing once he finally cleared all the soft curls away from Dave’s skin. Lips were pressed to the skin as soon as it was revealed to him, lips warm and chapped when they left kisses all along the span of Dave’s neck. “You’re soft,” He mumbled against him, the hand that had been on Dave’s hair moving to settle over Dave’s hip. Fingers rubbed uneven circles over Dave’s clothed skin and he settled back against James’ chest more, his own hand reaching up to press long fingers into James’ hair.

“You’re one to fucking talk,” Dave retorted, not sure if he meant James had too much hair or that he was equally soft, but both worked. James had always been like an overgrown puppy, fluffy and soft to the touch, excitable about everything he came across. Dave barely bit back a laugh at the thought, fingers scratching at the other man’s scalp gently. “Thought you were enjoying the party,” Dave murmured, the question behind the statement obvious. 

“It wasn’t as fun without you,” James said and Dave grinned like a maniac at those words. It had been the answer he hoped for, that James had wanted him. The alcohol had loosened James up enough to say it and himself enough to be able to accept that as truth. “I missed you so much,” His face nuzzled into the side of Dave’s throat, the slight stubble on his face scratching Dave’s skin. 

Perhaps this was the part of it that Dave loved the most. He would slip away from the party just to have James chasing after him. The alcohol in his system allowed him to be introspective enough to realize that what he really enjoyed was the fact it made him feel wanted. James wanted him enough to chase. He noticed his absence from the party and sought to amend the space between them, and that was what Dave needed. 

“Of course, it wasn’t as fun without me. I’m the life of the party,” Dave shot back to him, closing his eyes. His words betrayed his feelings, tone dripping with confidence meanwhile, he hadn’t been sure James would come find him at all. It was shockingly easy to let James cuddle him, falling into the other man’s hold. It wasn’t easy for Dave to be vulnerable, but here in this room, it was just James and himself. When they were alone like this, it was frighteningly simple for Dave to let his walls down.

[realmustaine]

Do you guys want me to start working on Stairway again or should I just wait and see if i get any other fic ideas

[mariskiii]

James and baby Castor at SKOM !!

[shhinigamii]

do you guys still fw me?🥺

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

okay this is the first time ever requesting anything EVER! But I love ur writing so I had to. I’m think a three way between the reader, James and Dave. But it’s like they’re fighting over who’s doing it right? And the reader is kinda innocent and has no experience. And they end up fucking her, taking turns like a competition bc they both in love w her? And, idk, maybe they met her bc she works for a catering business so they both know her? Idk if that makes sense lmaoo. Obviously only if ur comfy w it, but I beg!!!!

A/n: I will never not be mad that my computer glitched AFTER I FINISHED THIS and none of it saved so I had to start from scratch all over again 🥹 I WAS LITERALLY ADDING THE TAGS kill me 😩

Two days later and I’m still mad IT WAS PERFECT I genuinely think I peaked with that one 😫

Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), slight breeding kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Masterlist

“What-what do you want, Dave?” You asked, struggling to bite back moans as James curled his fingers at just the right angle.

Dave could picture you now, doing everything you could to get off on your fingers without him there to help you. “I was just checking in, see how you were doing in the new place.” He said, twirling the phone cord in his fingers. “Didn’t realize how needy you were, want me to come over?”

“What’s he saying?” James asked, barely pulling away from you, his hot breath fanning over your cunt. His fingers didn’t stop, still thrusting into your tight hole to prep you for him.

Dave heard James over the receiver, anger already boiling in him. “Who’s that?” He asked, struggling to hold back to venom in his voice. “Are you with someone?”

James took the phone from you and hung up on Dave, going back between your trembling thighs. "Don't think about him, just think about me." He said, flicking your clit with his tongue. "Let me show you what you've been missing with Dave."

You wanted to get him to stop, you knew you should've, but you couldn't. His tongue, his fingers, he felt so good. Your head fell back and you reached down to him, fingers lacing through his hair and pulling him closer.

You’d just moved to L.A. not long after your tour with Metallica. They weren’t the first band you’d gone with for catering and such, organizing dinners whatever. First you went out with Megadeth where you met their lead singer, Dave Mustaine.

He seemed to have a thing for you, you didn’t catch on right away but he didn’t make an attempt to hide it.

Dave was great and helped you move into your apartment, it wasn’t far from his place which was why you gave him a key. Now you were regretting that decision.

Your moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. Still, you heard the keys jingling in the door, followed by Dave storming over.

He stormed into the room, swinging it open and stopping dead in his tracks at the sight. James between your legs with a firm hold on your hips as he thrust in and out of you at a brutal pace.

“What the fuck.” Dave hissed, pulling his shirt off over his head and making his way over to you. By the time he got to the bed he was just as naked as you and James.

Dave reached over for your head, turning you to him as he stroked his semi hard dick. He lined himself up with your bruised lips but James pushed him away before he could really do anything.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He demanded, unable to take most of his attention off of you wrapped around him. "She-she's never done this before, Dave, you can't just-just choke her."

Dave stared at James who was abusing your hole right now with his thrusts that lacked any rhythm. He was so close, he tried to push it off but he couldn't help the high that he was so close to.

Dave rolled his eyes and looked back to you, he knew, as much as he didn't want to, that his former bandmate was right. Your lips parted, moans left you, but you could barely handle this, let alone any more.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipped under his weight. Dave brushed your hair out of your face and cupped your cheek in his hand so you could look at him. He smiled down at you so warmly it distracted you for a moment from James brutal thrusts. "You're doing so good, darling." He purred. "You look so pretty like this."

"So fucking breedable." James grunted, his hand pressing down on your stomach where a bulge had formed from him. A soft gasp left you, Dave's eyes shot up to James, glaring daggers into him.

With a few more thrusts James came, painting your walls with his cum. He pulled out of you, letting his cum drip down your ass as he laid down beside you.

James wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his side, letting you rest your head on his arm.

Dave scoffed. "Couldn't even make her cum."

James shot him a look. "I made her cum."

"Not with your dick, you didn't." James rolled his eyes at Dave's words. "You fuck like a bitch in heat."

"At least I fucked her." Dave had to stop himself from punching the blond.

He moved to kneel between your legs, looking over you a moment and running his hands along your sides with a featherlight touch. "Not good enough, obviously." He muttered. He leaned down, kissing your cheek and jaw, nipping at your earlobe. “Sweet thing needs it soft and slow.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt Dave’s cock push between your wet folds, bumping your clit. Dave let out a low groan as he pushed into you, feeling your walls around him squeezing so deliciously.

Dave paused to let you adjust even though there wasn’t much difference between him and James, as much as he hated to admit it.

Dave started rolling his hips, watching your reactions closely until his dick was angled just right inside you. You squeaked, eyes shutting tight.

Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him impossibly closer to you. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Dave asked, giving your hip a gentle squeeze. “You look so pretty like this, taking me so good.” He cooed, smiling warmly down at you.

Not wanting to lay there uselessly James traced shapes on your stomach, hand moving lower until his rough, calloused fingers found your clit, rubbing it in pace with Dave’s thrusts.

His attention was on you the whole time, James hated that he wasn’t the one making you feel this good. He hated that it was Dave, of all people it had to be Dave. He made you cum on his fingers and he’d be damned if he couldn’t do it again.

Dave kept his rhythm, rubbing your thighs and sides, trying to ignore James’s fingers bumping his groin every few thrusts.

Your mind was a muddled mess, eyes fluttering in pleasure. You couldn’t focus on anything but the way they were making you feel, the way the veins on Dave’s dick dragged on your gummy walls, the bulge that came with him fucking you so deep. James’s fingers rubbing you smoothly, jolts of electricity shooting through you.

“That’s it, darling, just relax.” Dave purred, letting you come undone from every little sensation. You head fell back, back arching off the mattress as you came on Dave, walls fluttering around him and he followed suit not long after, filling you to the brim with his seed.

A low groan left him, his hips jerking a last time before he pulled out and laid down on the other side of you.

You shifted closer to James, the two mens cum mixed together with your own juices as they spilled out of you.

“Are you kidding me?” Dave demanded. “After that, you go to him?”

“Dave.” James said, rubbing your side and squeezing your waist. “Look at her.” He rolled you onto your back, letting Dave see the glazed over look in your eyes, your lips parted slightly with heavy breaths.

Dave couldn’t exactly be that mad at you now, not when you were so out of it. “Fucked dumb, huh?” He cooed, kissing your temple. “Just sleep now… I’ll kick James out later.”

The blond rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to him, taking you for himself while he could.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

First time-James Hetfield

Cockwarming-Dave Mustaine

Wax play-Kirk Hammett

Somnophilia-James Hetfield

Blindfold-James Hetfield

Knife Kink-Kirk Hammett

Aftercare-Kirk Hammett

Rough sex-Dave Mustaine

Sex Pollen-Lars Ulrich

Car Sex-Dave Mustaine

Daddy Kink-James Hetfield

Bondage Sex-Dave Mustaine

Bath Sex-Kirk Hammett

Stripping-James Hetfield

Lap dance-Dave Mustaine

[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.”

[ghostbustting]

𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒔?

Flash Of Love (Series - Slow Updated/Paused)

Hold On

Don’t You Know You’re Mine?

Don’t Worry Baby

Wrong Answer

We Connect

Do It For You

Beauty

Kiss Kiss

Desperation

Heavenly

Distraction

Lost In Your Eyes

Camera Roll

Warm as Daylight

'Til I Kissed Ya

In the Dark

Unbearable Need

There’s A Kind of Hush

Morning Treat

One Time

Behind The Bunny

Wait For You

Cold-Blooded

[allmoshnobrain]

Hello, lovelies! 

I decided to try taking part in kinktober for the first time this year. The stories will be all reader inserts and mostly less than 2k words unless I get in the mood to write longer ones. I’m not sure I’ll be able to post every day, but I did come up with a 31 prompt/pairing list that I fully intend to finish even if it takes a while!

Fandoms featured: Metallica/Megadeth, Venom (band), Call of Duty, Supernatural, Naruto 

You can also participate in the writing list with my FREE SPACE dynamic. There are some free spaces for specific pairings and you can shoot me asks with suggestions for kinks and plots featuring them. I will choose one for each character featured to write!

(I may still write non featured requests outside of kinktober, though. And if I get no asks for any of the characters I’ll just choose something to write about them on my own lol).

Free spaces available: Sam Winchester (SPN), Jason Newsted (Metallica), Cap. John Price (COD), Kakashi Hatake (Naruto), Cronos (Venom) 

I will keep posting my other stories and requests like Valley of Roses if I write them, even with kinktober going on!

You can check the full list with characters and prompts for the month below:

Week 01: 10/01 to 10/05

10/01: Caught in the Act + Voyeurism | Jason Newsted x Reader x James Hetfield

10/02: Gun Play | Dean Winchester x Reader

10/03: Biting + Hickeys | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/04: Sex Toys + Public | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/05: Blindfold + Group Sex | 90’s Metallica x Reader

Week 02: 10/06 to 10/12

10/06: FREE SPACE | Cronos (Venom) x Reader

10/07: Edging | Kirk Hammett x Reader

10/08: Mirror Sex | Cronos (Venom) x Reader

10/09: Breeding Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/10: Size Kink + Gentle Dom | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/11: Dacryphilia + Spanking | James Hetfield x Reader

10/12: FREE SPACE | Jason Newsted x Reader

Week 03: 10/13 to 10/19

10/13: Cockwarming + Begging | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/14: Degradation + Angry Sex | Dave Mustaine x Reader

10/15: Phone Sex | Lars Ulrich x Reader

10/16: Public Sex | Cap. Price x Reader

10/17: Choking | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

10/18: FREE SPACE | Cap. Price x Reader

10/19: Praise Kink + Daddy Kink | James Hetfield x Reader

Week 04: 10/20 to 10/26

10/20: Aftercare | Cliff Burton x Reader

10/21: Masked Kink | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/22: Car Sex | Cliff Burton x Reader

10/23: Filming + Threesome | Lars Ulrich x Reader x Kirk Hammett

10/24: FREE SPACE | Kakashi Hatake x Reader

10/25: Bondage | Lars Ulrich x Reader

10/26: Thigh Riding + Handjob |  Dean Winchester x Reader

Week 05: 10/27 to 10/31

10/27: Virginity Loss | Sam Winchester x Reader

10/28: Friends with Benefits + Keeping quiet | Jason Newsted x Reader

10/29: Period Sex | Kirk Hammett x Reader

10/30: FREE SPACE | Sam Winchester x Reader

10/31: Halloween Special: Sex Pollen + Fuck or Die | Dean Winchester x Reader

[wizard-on-whales]

Guys...I'm so sorry...I've seen this photo several times and only ever paid attention to James but this whole time I was thinking that was Dave LMFAO 😭 I paid attention for once and it is in fact definitely not him 😁☝️

This is Dave though I know that for a fact please forgive me 🙏

[mariskiii]

It's one of those children's coloring books aaaargh!!!!!

[shhinigamii]

my favorite gay anime yaoi characters 🥰🥰🥰

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

I'm literally CHOMPING AT THE BIT thinking about 2000s dave mustaine x a lil younger (early20s) reader but she got the opportunity to be the producer for metallica and he started picking her up from work n bringing her coffee. Therefore Dave is bound to meet James and Lars everytime he does and he gets quite possessive of her, bc his girl is constantly working in close proximity to James who mayhaps had an eye out for her but then gets confronted by Dave regarding his advances towards her. Maybe it'd end up with Dave getting almost pungent with the pda whenever tallica is in the same room, some possessive smut ecttt

Warnings: Smut, jealousy, Dave being possessive, rough sex, semi public sex, fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), cum eating, voyeurism, masturbation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Dave always tried to be supportive of you, you wouldn't let him use his name or money to get you anywhere but he was always right there with you.

When you got the gig you knew he wouldn't be happy, he'd get you anything else in the world but letting you sit for weeks at a time with Metallica alone? He wouldn't allow it, so you didn't tell him who you were producing the record for.

It was going fine, you were getting the sound just right for them and the band was nice to you, especially James. Because you distanced yourself so much from Dave on a professional level they never knew you were together, which led James to believe he had a shot.

You'd come home and talk about your day, smiling and giggling about it and Dave would sit there and play with your hair and rub your shoulders, or you'd talk while making dinner with him. You weren't interested in James in any way, but he was nice and funny so you were bound to tell stories, being careful to not disclose his name.

Dave was paying a little too much attention to it at times, that smile, that laugh, it was his. "Maybe I should drop you off tomorrow." He said while he stirred the pot.

"I told him about you, Dave." You assured, hugging his arm.

"I wasn't asking." He said more firmly, he still gave you a smile. Your chest tightened, this wasn't good, Dave finding out you'd been around his ex-band this whole time, it had been James hitting on you this whole time.

You tried to focus on other things but it was hard, your mind continuing to run back to Dave finding James alone with you. You stayed cuddled up to him throughout the night as you always did and then got ready in the morning, Dave hovering over you as you did.

You gave him the directions while he drove, holding your coffee he bought you between your thighs. You stared out the window anxiously as you neared the building. "You're sure this is the right place?" He asked, of course he knew what building Metallica was in, or the general area, you just hoped he wouldn't put two and two together, but he wasn't stupid.

"Yeah, just drop me off on the curb." You said, already reaching for the door.

Dave chuckled and reached for your hand, stopping you. "I'm not your dad dropping you off at school, I'll take you to the front door." He said, resting his hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing small circles on you.

You bit your lip, watching as the doors got closer. All you had to do was kiss him goodbye and get out, mission possible. Until James came out to greet you.

Dave stopped the car short and stared at James, waiting for him to walk away but he didn't. When James started flirting with you you told him about your relationship with Dave, it didn't make him stop though. "Why's he staring at us?" He asked, looking to you with a knowing look. "Sweetheart, tell me why he's staring at us." Your gaze fell and he tilted your head up to look at him. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He asked through gritted teeth.

"I didn't want you to over react." You said, pulling his hand from your face and holding it in yours. "It's just work, Davie, you know I wouldn't do that to you."

"It's not you I'm worried about, it's him, the fucking cunt." He stated. "I don't want you in there with them."

You sighed, glancing back to James who was watching with a cigar in his mouth, enjoying the show. "I can't just stop now, Davie, I have work to do." You said, looking to him with a small pout.

He let out a heavy sigh, gaze flickering between you and James. "Go." He ordered. "I'll bring you lunch later."

"What time?" You asked as you grabbed your things. He just gave you a look and watched you leave. If he gave you the time you'd know when he was coming, crazy, he wouldn't be able to catch anything if there was something to catch.

He waited as you walked to the door, James watched too, eyes shamelessly trailing down your body because he knew Dave was staring at him. James walked up behind up, tossing his cigar on the ground and stomping it out as he came up to you, resting his hand on your waist as you slipped into the building, out of Dave's view.

You tried to keep your distance from James, you knew you weren't doing anything wrong all the other days you were just being cautious. Dave could be jealous, and he wasn't one to back down from a fight, your only real hope was that he never started fights. So you sat away from James and tried to keep the conversation as professional as possible.

It didn't help that it would just be you and James working on vocals, he liked to have his time perfectly to himself, said it helped him get focused on in the mood. He was genuinely doing the work to get the record done, but slowly. Metallica had money to spend and it was just his time, he could do whatever he wanted in the studio. Just the two of you.

James was fumbling around with the buttons, he wasn't stupid he knew how those boards worked. He was just trying to get things to sound the way he wanted while you sat on the couch flipping through one of the magazines lying around. "Your boyfriend doesn't like me, does he?" James asked in a teasing tone.

You chuckled and shook your head. "He likes you, you know that." You said, they'd already made up after everything, it was good for them, didn't mean Dave was fine with him hitting on you. "He just doesn't like us."

"Oh, so there's an us to like?" James said, smiling brightly as he swiveled the chair around to look at you. Your face lit up, you hadn't meant it like that.

"No, jesus, just like... You know." You mumbled, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

James got up and made his way over to you, taking the spot next to you and throwing his arm on the back of the couch, leaning in to you. "Why're you even with him, huh? What does he have that I don't?" You didn't like the way he was talking, even if it was just some twisted little joke to him.

You pushed him off and he went without a fight, moving away from you and giving you space. The movement didn't go unnoticed when Dave walked in right on time to catch it, immediately thinking the worst. "You motherfucker-" He growled, taking a few steps closer before you got in the way.

"Dave, please," you started, holding your hands to his shoulder to stop him, "let me explain."

"What's there to explain?" He demanded, voice raising. James sat on the couch still smiling.

"See, he sees you with another guy and loses all trust in you." James said, knowing he was getting under Dave's skin. "I wouldn't do that, I'd let you sit in their laps because I know, at the end of the day, you'd be getting back into my bed begging to be stuffed with my cock." That was it for Dave.

He dragged you out of the room and down the hall to a nearby room. He threw you in and slammed the door shut, locking it. "You never let him fuck you?" He asked.

"Excuse me?" You asked, furious he would even ask such a thing.

"I know you didn't just say it."

"No! I did not fuck James, but maybe I should have if you were going to treat me like I did anyway!" Dave grabbed you by your neck, squeezing just enough to make you shut up.

"Don't you ever say anything like that again." He said through gritted teeth. He let go of your neck and started undress you, ripping your blouse open, sending buttons flying every which way. He didn't bother much with your pants, getting them halfway down your thighs before pinning you to the door.

He brought his hand down hard on your ass, making your body jolt. "Fuck were you doing wearing these here?" He asked, voice right in your ear as he spoke, tugging on the thin straps of your panties, a fancy pair. "Don't even remember these, when'd you get them?" James got them, it was for your birthday and you hadn't thought much of them... Only you definitely had. "Bitch." Again his hand came down on you, the other cheek this time.

"I'm sorry, Dave, I love you, only you, I promise."

"Are you sure about that?" You heard the unbuckling of his belt and then the zipper of his jeans. He pulled his cock out and pushed it through your folds, gathering your wetness. "Gonna take me, gonna tell me how much you love getting fucked by me, and you're gonna make sure James hears it from down the hall, got it?"

You nodded eagerly. "Yes, I-I will, gonna be loud for you, please, just fuck me." You begged, hands on the door and pushing your ass back into him.

"Good girl." He purred, tip pushing into your pussy before he bottomed out in a quick thrust, making you gasp. Dave was big, more than just length he was also thick and veiny. "Oh, fuck, pussy's so tight, just keeps sucking me in deeper." He chuckled as he started moving, he knew it took you a minute to get used to him so he went slow but it quickly got faster, thrusts getting harsher, his hips snapping into yours.

Moans ripped from your throat, Dave just laughed, loving that he was making you scream for him, and James just had to sit there and listen. He knew just where to hit, the angle that made you the loudest, and he hit it repeatedly. "Hah! Oh-oh, fuck-fuck, Dave!" You moaned, back arching under him against the door.

He had his hands planted on either side of your head on the door, foot planted on either side of yours, caging you in. You couldn't move if you wanted to but it was getting harder to stay standing. "Gonna-gonna cum, gonna make me cum!" You moaned, hitting the door to get out how good it felt. Dave laughed harder.

"That's it, keep doing that, let everyone know how good I fuck you." He mused, leaning down to your ear to whisper; "Let James know how full you feel with me inside you."

You hit the door again, gasping as you felt your high approaching. "So-so full, can't- fuck! Can't think." You babbled, leaning against the door completely, letting Dave sandwich you between him and the wood. He held your hips now, holding you in place so he could pound you through your high.

"That's right, getting all fucked stupid on my dick." He said through grunts, his own high creeping up on him. "Cock's in your brain, sweetheart, making you all dumb." You couldn't take it anymore, heat hitting you hard as you came, juices running down your legs.

Dave didn't stop, chasing his own high which hit him soon after, your gummy walls squeezing every drop of cum from him. He let out a few deep grunts in your ear as he came with a few final thrusts, hands a bruising hold on your hips. "Fuck... such a good girl for me." He praised, kissing down the back of your neck. "But I can't send you back in there with him like this, can I?" He asked, pulling out of you and getting on his knees.

You stared down at him with wide eyes as he turned your around and started kissing up your inner thighs, licking up the mess that had spilled. "Wait-wait, Davie, no, you-you can't just- ah!" You were cut off when he started lapping at your cunt, eating his cum out of you.

Your hands ran through his hair, pulling and tugging on it as more moans ripped from you, flooding from your lips like a second language. "Fuck- Davie, gonna-gonna make me-!" Again you were cut off when he pushed two fingers into you, pumping them in and out of you while his tongue went to work on your clit. Your eyes rolled back and your knees buckled.

Dave was nice enough to help you down slowly as you came again. He pushed his fingers into your mouth, making you taste him while you sat in his lap. Dave smiled down at you and kissed your temples. "So good for me." He purred, littering kisses all over your face.

He waited with you, letting you get back to your senses before lifting you up. "Gotta get back to your job, right?" You nodded, clinging to him.

"Not gonna leave, are you?" You asked, looking up at him with a small pout.

Dave chuckled and shook his head, happily letting you lean on him, an arm wrapped around your waist. "No, I'm not leaving, I brought lunch for both of us, that is if James didn't eat it." He opened the door and there he was, James standing across the hall with a smile on his face. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his hand shoved in his shorts groping something long.

"Couldn't have stayed in there a little longer? Liked hearing your pretty voice." He mused, hand shifting beneath the fabric.

[ilovewrinklyoldmeninbands]

Lars is readers brother

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

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

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

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

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

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

"okay lars? im a adult leave me alone"

"still my younger sister??" he said harshly

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

"thank you, dave" you said quietly,

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

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

"why not talk now?"

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

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

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

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

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

"pretty isnt it?" you mumbled,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you guys are dicks."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mirkhammett]

pls send me thots especially for kirk.. baby’s taken over my life rn o.o

he’s so silly i need to play with his hair and give him pretty bows ^_^

I NEED THEM SO BAD RAAAHHHHHH

[villainsapologist]

James Hetfield

the interview , the confession , the date *upcoming

prime sugar daddy james

toxic boyfriend james

mid 90s james x rockstar!reader

early 80s james x bff!reader , part II *upcoming

post rehab james x reader

2000s james *upcoming

Lars Ulrich

the assistant

Kirk Hammett

friends-to-lovers *upcoming

Duff McKagan

the babysitter