#james mop era

[nickybloodhead]

Kinktober day 15: Temperature play

Lately they had been experimenting with new things in bed, James had been somewhat shy at first but now he was the one bringing new spicy propositions. It was like they were in mating season or something, because they couldn't keep their hands off each other at any time.

You were having a steamy make-out session on the couch, the movie you had been watching had become just background noise, James' hands were roaming up and down your legs and buttocks, you were stroking the back of his neck and tangling your fingers in a few strands of his hair.

"There's something...I'd like to try" he murmured between kisses, you smiled because you knew an idea was coming that would probably leave your legs shaking, you looked into his eyes and bit your lip.

"What's it about Het, what will you do with me this time?" You moved closer to him, leaving a path of kisses from his jaw to his neck, you heard him gasp as he slapped your ass, you startled a little and laughed.

"Uh, well... Maybe I want to surprise you a little, that's okay?" he asks caressing your face tenderly, you melt at his show of affection and nod "You could go to the room, I'll be there in a moment.... I need some things for what we are going to do."

You look at him curiously but agree, you give him one last kiss before going to the room. You wait for a couple of minutes and he comes back with a bowl full of...ice? You arch your eyebrow and gii a bit sheepishly, already imagining what's on James' dirty mind.

He left the bowl on the bed and leaned over you to kiss you, his hands working to remove your shirt and bra. He pulled apart to see your breasts, cupped them in his hands and looked at you as if asking for confirmation of what he was about to do, you nodded.

He took one of the ice cubes and put it between his lips, he moved closer to your tits and run the frozen piece across your nipple, your body immediately reacted making your skin bristle, it was a little strange feeling but it made you squeeze your legs together because it made your pussy contract. You both looked into each other's eyes, you stroked his hair and pushed his face towards you so that he would continue.

The cold wetness against your sensitive skin made your body tingle a little, James' lips brushed deliciously having made it feel so fucking good, his hand went down and pushed one of your thighs open, the wet spot on your panties gave away how horny you were, he smiled haughtily and slipped his fingers under the fabric to proceed applying pressure to your clit.

A squeal came from your mouth and you couldn't help but pull harder on James' hair, causing his mouth to crash against your nipple, the ice burning the little mound which caused a wave of moans; it felt so good, you arched your back for more of that stimulation as you rolled your hips, looking for him to play with your sensitive spot.

"That...seems to feel good, huh?" his voice has a playful tone to it as he licks the water from his lips, you give him a soft smile and that's when he has you lay back, he spreads your legs and putting another ice in his mouth, he goes for your pussy. The cold sensation against your warm folds is almost too much to bear, you scream out his name and grab the sheets, his cold tongue crawls up your slit until he starts to thrust into your hole, he eats you with the ice still in his mouth, the melted drops sliding down the crack of your ass and making you tremble with pleasure, two of his fingers massaging your clit.

"James...I'm close" you gasp, closing your eyes as you feel the familiar tingle heralding your climax. Suddenly, you feel two fingers enter you, you didn't know at what point he had stuck them in the bowl with ice so they were completely cold inside you, they moved quickly hitting the sweet spot inside you, it was all it took for you to come spurting all over his fingers and mouth.

Your eyes were slightly averted as you came to, little spasms crossing your hips as you breathed hard. When you managed to focus your vision, you saw the mess you had made on James' face, his chin was dripping with your cum and yet he was grinning from ear to ear as he licked his lips, tasting you.

"As soon as you recover, I want you to suck me with a cold mouth baby" You caressed his cheek and giggled dumbly, giving him an affirmative look. Oh, you'll do more than give him a blowjob, he deserved it.

James from 1986 because I know he was a little shy but he would be horny all the time.

[paulainchains]

[dy3rs3v3]

2023 // 1985

Metallica at Donington now and then. It's wild to think how much they've accomplished and been through between Ross capturing these two photos.

Pics by Ross Halfin

[mxtal-up-ur-ass]

DAWG WHAT IS THIS. IS THIS REAL????

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Cliff Burton signing autographs at the Odeon Theatre in Birmingham 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 England, September 20th, 1986.

(📸 ?????)

[amsmuch]

I found this picture of James with 8 polish fans that invited Metallica to drink vodka with them after a concert

The picture was taken February 10th to 11th at night, 1987

[sanman2022]

Just spamming pics and gifs of metallica

[garyholt]

James Hetfield and Cliff Burton talk about their relationship with their fans. MTV Heavy Metal Mania (1986)

[saintyveningstar]

Overture to "A Midsummer Night's Dream", Op. 21: Allegro di molto

Cliff gets his little sister out of drug trouble with their parents

Cliff turns down the volume on his bass when he hears shouting coming from the living room. Like a child, he peeks his head out of his bedroom door to snoop. 

"Simone, a fourth of the alcohol is missing, and then this?! Explain this!" Their mother shouts, and Cliff is surprised. His little sister Simone has always been a goody two-shoes, as far as he could remember. 

A fourth of the Alcohol missing? He thought, What else did they find?

"Simone, answer your mother." Ray says, and Cliff has a feeling that whatever they found was bad. Of course, his mother didn't particularly like it, but they let him grow weed in the house and sell it out of his backpack — so whatever Simone had must've been horrible.

He heard his little sister's voice, "I-It's not mine."

"It was in your bathroom, Simone!"

"Mama ... I—" She's at a loss for words now, she doesn't know what to say.

Cliff decided he should intervene. And hey, It probably wasn't hers. Oh, and that alcohol missing? Yeah, that was him. What, he didn't think they'd actually notice.

He pulled the guitar strap over his head, and left his bass on the nearest flat surface he could find — which happened to be his cluttered desk. Whatever, he'd fuckin ... buff out the scratches later, he guesses.

He stalks into the living room, where Simone is standing sheepishly in front of their parents, crying. There was a little baggie of yellow, red, pink, and white pills. Then, there was another little baggie with white powder in it.

Holy shit.

"Oh shit, Ma, you found it! I've been looking everywhere for those!" He said.

"Mind your language, Cliff, c'mon." Ray said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Is that what all this is about, these pills?" He asked.

"So these are yours, then?" Jan asked.

"Yeah, you didn't know? You thought they were Simone's? C'mon, Ma."

"You said you wouldn't use marijuana as a gateway drug, Clifford. That's what we agreed."

"Mom, I have them with the intent to sell. My bass is coming out of the shop soon, which means I have to pay soon. Relax. Hey, maybe you should take one of these." Cliff said, matter of factly.

"Alright, boy." Ray said, "That's enough. Get your ... pills off the table. Take your sister with you."

Jan crossed her arms, practically turning her nose up. Cliff took the drugs off of the end table, looking his sister in her eyes and nodding towards the hallway. Simone followed him back to his room, and he closed the door behind them.

"Have a seat." He said, going over to his radio and turning the volume up. His parents didn't need to hear this conversation. Cliff sat down on the bed across from her, wiping his nose and sniffing. "Ya owe me, Simba."

Simone was still crying, wiping her eyes. "They really aren't mine, Cliff. I swear—"

"Hey, I believe you. You're going to make yourself faint if you don't calm down. Breathe, you're not in trouble anymore." He said. "Now, why do you have PCP ... and whatever this stuff is?" he held them up.

"My friend, Libby, her boyfriend is like a dealer, I guess, and he was going to get in trouble at school. We were on the bus, and she stuffed it in my backpack right before her stop. And I didn't know what to do, so I hid it in the bathroom." She looked up at Cliff, barely meeting his eyes. She expected him to be disappointed in her, but she only saw his heart breaking.

Cliff clicked his tongue,"Libby's not your friend, Simone." He said, softly. "She sees you as a scapegoat. You don't have to snitch or anything, but cut her out of your life. It's as simple as that. Did you take any?"

"No, never." She shook her head.

"Good, that's good. Cause then, I'd have to kick your ass."

Simone smiled and laughed, "But what are we gonna do with them? I can't just keep them."

"What, did you think I was kidding? Those repairs ain't gonna pay for themselves, Simba. These are my drugs now." Cliff chuckled.

"Seriously?"

"Hey, what do you say I give you 'bout .. mm, 20%. Can we call it a deal?"

Simone held out for hand for him to shake, smiling widely, and Cliff took it. Then, he pulled her into a hug. 

"Yeah, we can call it a deal."

[bubbledtee]

am i in the wrong for thinking abt having a baby with modern!80s!james rn.

[kirkhammettssnatchedguitar]

This is such a cool photo.

[cryptic--writing]

hihi!

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

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

word count: 4,334

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

𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙄𝘾𝙀 (1985 james)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the morning

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get out!” I shouted at my brother.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[paulainchains]

[ilovepapahet]

James Hetfield HeadCanons

Im doing hc’s on my favourite eras of James (they are going to come up a lot in story’s and fanfics) Im starting off with 1986 or MOP I hope you like them

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SFW

He’s so silly

He loves to tease you when ever he gets the chance he can be mean too but in a good way

he’ll teach you how to play guitar (but I feel like he’d do it whatever the era) you’d be sitting on his lap as he’ll place his fingers on the frets and you’d follow suit

he loves kissing you all over showing you how much he really loves you

he’ll take you to band practices too he loves showing you off because he thinks he’s the luckiest man alive to be dating you

If your laying down on your bed or couch on your stomach he’s lay his head on your ass and tell you about his day

sometimes he’ll tickle you to just to hear you laugh because he thinks you have the sweetest laugh ever (he’ll tell you that every time you laugh)

if you go out to a bar or just out in general he’s a fuckin guard dog and will never leave your side making sure no ones bugging you or flirting with you

he’ll take pictures of you when you least expect it and there the most foul photos ever and he’ll tell you your adorable (the photos are horrible)

he has his hands on you at all times cuddling the fuck out of you

he loves to cook with you (or at least try his best) but you also wouldn’t consider him cooking it’s just him following you around the kitchen

sometimes when your in your room working he’ll just walk in stand there for a few seconds making you very confused before he farts and walks out and you’d yell at him (he thinks it’s so funny)

NSFW

he can’t stay serious at all sure there are times when he’s being all loving and passionate but half of the time he’s making you laugh while being balls deep inside you

he’d say something stupid and it make you laugh

but when he is being loving he’s the sweetest praising you and literally worshiping you

I feel like he’s more soft in the 80s than in the 90s like he can definitely be rough but not as rough

he’ll play with your tits taking one into his mouth as he slowly thrust into you

he’ll leave hickeys on your tits and thighs where no one can see them and he’s so proud of himself because he’s marking you as his and he lets you know all the time

I feel like he loves and I mean LOVES to eat pussy out in this era (as well as two others I will mention later on) he’d ether eat you out like a mad man or lazily lick and kiss your pussy

He just loves to be in between your legs

Same with you giving him head he’d let out sounds only your ears have the grace of hearing (you don’t complain at all) he’d buck his hips up into your mouth when he’s close and praise you when you swallow all his cum

and to be honest he’s not that great at after care (he’s still learning don’t worry) he’d flop down on the bed wrap his arms around you and call it a night

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I hope you guys liked this one, there are still 8 more to come

[jarofalicesgrunge]

Rare picture Cliff and James at backstage with John Marshall who replaced James on guitar when he had broken his arm in a skateboard accident, circa 1986.

[mustainegf]

hi there! I was the one who requested the MOP Era james. I just want to say I love your work and I think you're an amazing writer! If you ever ever the chance could you do like a fluffy smut with kirk? Like one where they are best friends and the reader is a virgin and kirk offers to help her and they take it slowly and have sweet sex? Again you're an amazing writer! P.s. my name is Henna 😊

I already had something like this written so I hope that’s okay. Its a little tweaked, their both virgins soooo idk I hope you like it!! Also hiii henna!!!

Ilooked into my best friends eyes, and I wanted nothing more but to kiss him. He was so beautiful.

Those big pink lips, doe eyes, and long black curly hair. I held myself back, I couldn't imagine ruining this friendship we had.

I was so scared of what would happen if I did. But tonight, he was staying over at my house. We were watching a movie in my room, and we were both on the bed. The lights were off, and it was just us two in the dark room.

I was wearing a long, comfy shirt that went down to my knees. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

We were sitting on the bed, and I could feel his body heat next to mine. We were both nervous about what would happen next.

"Kirk.." I let out softly, not fully realizing what I had said.

"Yeah?" he replied, turning his head to look at me.

All I could do was stare at him, drowning in his dark pools of eyes. I couldn't fight it anymore. I pushed myself forward, cupping his soft cheek and letting our lips meet for the first time.

I could feel his warm breath on me, and the softness of his lips against mine. It was heavenly.

He pulled away slowly, looking at me with a mix of surprise and desire in his eyes. "Wow.." he whispered, breaking the silence that had filled the room since we started kissing.

I smiled, feeling a rush of emotions. I had never felt this way before, and it was both scary and exhilarating. "Yeah..." I replied, my voice shaky with emotion. He leaned in again, his lips finding mine once more.

This time, his kiss was more passionate, more intense. I felt my body respond to his touch, my heart racing and my breath coming in short gasps.

He pulled away slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm glad you feel the same way," he said softly.

I blushed, feeling my cheeks flush with heat. "I do," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in again, his lips brushing against mine in a soft kiss. I felt the electricity between us as our tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths with abandon. Kirk quickly pulled away, looking at me for a moment. "Do you have condoms?"

His transparency turned me on, I could see how desperate he was. I shook my head no.

"I don't," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. He looked at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine. "It's okay," he said, his voice gentle and reassuring. "We can still have fun." He leaned in again, his lips brushing against mine in a soft kiss. "We'll be careful." He murmured.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel his lips against mine, soft and warm. His hands were on my hips, holding me close to him.

We began to slowly undress each other.

I was in awe of his body. He was so strong and muscular, with just the right amount of fat to make him look soft and cuddly. I couldn't help but run my hands over his chest, feeling the muscles underneath. He pulled me closer to him, our bodies pressed together.

"Wait, Kirk." I hesitated, looking up at him.

"What’s up?" He asked in a whisper, his warm breath almost melting me.

"I'm a virgin." I blurted out, my face turning red.

He looked at me for a moment, then smiled.

"That's okay." He said, his hands still on my hips.

"Um... so am I" Kirk admitted quietly.

"I wanna be your first, and I want you to be mine" He said softly. God he was cute.

My eyes trailed down to the tent in his boxers. Holy shit.

"See something you like?" Kirk breathed, glancing down at the clear buldge In his boxers.

I nodded, my eyes widening. "Good" He said, his hands moving to the waistband of his boxers. He pulled them down slowly, revealing a 7 inch dick.

It was thick and uncut with a large head and veins running up its length. Oh my god.

I couldn't help but stare. "Like what you see?" He asked, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock and stroking it slowly. "Yes." I whispered, my eyes fixed on his hand as it moved up and down the length of his cock. I gulped, my eyes locked on his cock. "You can touch it if you want" He said, his voice low and sultry, and a little awkward. I moved closer to him, my hand reaching out to grab hold of his thick member. I wrapped my fingers around it and started stroking up and down the length of it.

Kirk immediately let out a gasp of a moan, just at the feeling of my hand on his cock. "I didn't know you were so sensitive, Hammett.." I teased, softly kissing his chest.

"I'm not," he laughed, "you just know how to touch me."

“Oh really?" I asked, teasingly. "You want me to show you how I know what you like?" He nodded eagerly and then bit his lip. He was so cute when he did that. He looked at me with those beautiful eyes of his and I couldn't help but lean in for a kiss.

I slid my hand down his cock, applying a slight bit of pressure to the head. Kirk flinched, moaning loudly.

I took my hand away, and then slid it back down.

"Ahh..." Kirk moaned again. I could tell he was enjoying this, but I wanted to tease him a little more before taking the next step.

I slid my hand up his cock again, applying more pressure this time.

"Ohhhh.. fuck.." Kirk moaned. I started to slide my hand up and down his cock, slowly at first, but then faster.

Kirk moaned louder and louder as I continued to stroke him. I could tell he was getting close to cumming, so I slowed down my strokes again. He was quite vocal, and that only aroused me more.

I gently leaned down, setting a soft kiss on the tip of his cock.

“Oh my god.." Kirk whimpered.

I kissed the tip of his cock again, and then licked it.

"Ohhhh..." Kirk whined as I started to stroke him again. "Oh my god... oh my god..." he whimpered as I continued to stroke him faster and faster. "I'm gonna cum... aaahhhh..."

I watched his face twist pleasure, his hands gently holding my hair.

"Yes, yes.." he whimpered as I kept stroking him. Kirk moaned as his cock started to twitch and throb in my hand. "I'm cumming!" Kirk whined out, and I quickly took his cock into my mouth, sucking on it hard as I continued to stroke him.

I felt his cock pulse in my mouth, and I swallowed the first few spurts of cum that shot out. His body tensed up as he came, and I kept sucking on him until he was done. "Holy shit..." he moaned as his orgasm subsided.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and gave it a few more strokes. "Fuck..." he moaned as I milked the last few drops of cum from his cock. I stood up and looked at him, smiling as I licked my lips. "How was that?" I asked, teasingly, still unsure if I had really done it right.

"Fucking amazing." He replied, breathing heavily.

"I've never cum that hard before.”

“You liked it?" I asked, my heart racing with excitement.

"You wanna return the favour?" I asked sneakily, running my hands past his chest. "Please..." Kirk growled.

Kirk grabbed my waist, laying my down below him. He nudged himself back, carefully reaching for my panties.

He pulled them down my legs, throwing them on the floor. I had always been a little self conscious about my body, but Kirk seemed to love it. "You're so fucking hot." He said, before lowering his head towards me. I felt his warm breath against my skin as he began to kiss me all over. His breath teased my pussy.

I was so wet, and he knew it. He began to kiss my inner thighs, working his way up to my heat.

"Fuck." He said, before sticking his tongue out and licking me. I moaned loudly as he continued to lick me all over. His tongue felt amazing against my clit as he sucked on it gently.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I moaned as he continued to suck on my clit. He slid his finger inside me and began to pump it in and out of me. His tongue felt amazing against my clit as he sucked on it gently.

"Fuck, Kirk." I moaned loudly as he continued to lick me all over.

"Ohhhh.. Kirk.. baby..." I whined, bucking my hips slightly. Kirk smirked from between my legs.

He used his free hand to snuck around my and hold my hips down.

I was squirming in pleasure. "You’re so wet." He said as he continued to lick me. "You taste so good." He added, taking his finger out of me and replacing it with his tongue. "nghh..." I moaned loudly at the feeling of his tongue darting in and out of me.

He look his tongue out of me, very slowly licking all the way from top to bottom. It was so slow it made me writhe.

"Kirk, please... please Kirk I need you inside of me." I moaned, as good as it felt, I couldn’t wait anymore.

Kirk grinned, as he continued sucking on my sensitive skin.

"Mmm, you want me to fuck you?" He asked. I nodded, but he just continued to tease me. "You want my me inside of you?" He asked again. I whimpered in frustration and tried to push his head away from my pussy, but he was too strong for me.

"Kirk, please. I need you." I pleaded.

"Mmm, you want my dick?" He asked again. "Yes! Please Kirk!" I moaned as he continued to tease me with his tongue and lips. He finally stopped teasing me and started to lick the length of my pussy again, but this time he was faster and more aggressive in his movements.

I was so close to cumming.

He moved his tongue faster and faster, he licked my clit and I finally gave in. "Ohhhh, fuck I'm cumming!" I screamed as my body shook in pleasure.

Kirk slowed, still teasing waver so slightly. "There's what I was looking for" he grinned. "Kirk, please! I need you." He sat up and started to kiss me again as his cock brushed past my swollen pussy lips.

Kirk hovered over me, propping himself up with his one arm. I kissed down his neck. "Okay, are you ready?" Kirk asked gently.

I nodded, "I'm ready." Kirk watched me with carful eyes. "Alright, please tell me if it hurts, okay?"

"I will." I whispered, holding his arm for support.

Kirk smiled, "Okay." I felt his cock slide against my entrance. I gasped as he pressed into me. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking down at me with concern. I nodded and he began to push further in. I moaned as he filled me up completely, his cock stretching my hole to its limits.

"Let me know when I can move" Kirk said softly, his face contorted at the new feeling enveloping his length.

I nodded, taking a second to get used to his size

I felt him twitch and he let out a small moan.

"I'm ready." I said, my voice hoarse. Kirk nodded and began to slowly move in and out of me. I gasped as he pulled back, then moaned as he pushed back in. He kept up this slow pace for a few minutes before picking up the pace slightly.

"Oh my god..." Kirk's head fell into my shoulder, his long curly hair resting over my boobs and neck.

I felt his breath on my neck and it sent shivers down my spine. He started to thrust faster, our bodies slapping together. "Fuck!" he groaned as he kept up the pace. His hands moved from my hips to my breasts, cupping them in his large hands and pinching at the nipples gently.

"Oh god, Kirk," I moaned. My legs were shaking and my toes curled as he continued to fuck into me.

This whole new feeling took over my entire body, as I gripped at Kirk's back. "I love you" Kirk mumbled as the room filled with wet slapping.

"I love you too" I said as I arched my back and moaned.

"Ohhh... Ahh." Kirk whined.

I never wouldn't thought my first time having sex would be this good. And I never thought it would be with Kirk. But god, I'm glad it was.

I was laying on my back, with my legs wrapped around Kirk's waist. I could feel his cock going in and out of me, and it felt so good.

The room was filled with the sound of our moans and the wet slapping of our bodies together.

I was in a state of euphoria, my mind was hazy and I could feel the pleasure building inside me. I had never felt this way before, it was like nothing else mattered except for the feeling of Kirk inside me.

“Oh, fuck!" I moaned. "You feel so good." Kirk groaned in response, his hips moving faster as he fucked me harder. The bed creaked beneath us as we moved together in a rhythm that was both primal and intimate.

I could feel his member throbbing inside me, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.

"Fuck.. you're so pretty..." Kirk moaned, watching me as he brushed some of my hair out of my face.

He looked so good. Never in my life would I have guessed I would ever see Kirk like this. Hovering over me, groaning and thrusting as he lovingly fucked me.

I was so in love with him. "Kirk..." I whimpered, feeling my body quivering as he continued to pump into me. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back, but I could see the slight smile on his face as he fucked me. Iloved his cute crooked teeth.

I loved his nose. I loved his lips. "Fuck... Kirk..." I moaned, my eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck me with such love and passion.

He was so gentle, but the way he fucked me made it feel like he was taking control of my body and making it do what he wanted.

"Kirk! Oh god your gonna make me cum!" I cried out, feeling that familiar knot forming in my stomach.

"You're gonna cum for me?" he asked, his voice low and sultry. "Yes! I'm gonna cum!" I whimpered, my hips bucking. "I want you to cum all over me." Kirk groaned, his thumb finding my clit.

"Oh god! Oh my god!" I cried out, my body tensing.

My pussy clenched around his cock as I came, the orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. "Ohh kirk, I love you..." I gasped, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Just a bit longer... I'm so close.." Kirk whimpered into my ear, his thrusts continuing.

The overstimulation was a lot to take, and it made me writhe in pleasure. I knew he was so close to cumming.

"Oh god, oh my god... I'm cumming!" he cried out, his cock twitching inside me. Kirk quickly pulled out of me, jerking himself off before spurting his seed on my stomach and hip bones. "Ahhh.... Oh.." Kirk shut his eyes, riding out his orgasm.

"Hammett... oh that was so good..." I panted. Kirk fell beside me, locking his fingers with mine.

"God I've been wanting that for so long.." Kirk breathed, kissing my cheek.

"I can't believe we actually just had sex" Kirk chuckled softly.

"I can't believe it either... I never thought you'd be the one to take my virginity" I smiled. "I hope that was okay for you?" Kirk asked, a little worried. "It was more than okay" I reassured him, pulling him into a kiss.

"We should go clean up" Kirk laughed gently, kissing my cheek again.