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templeofalice · 23 hours ago
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Still miss him... 🩵
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(february 10th, 1962 - september 27th, 1986) 38 years without you ♡
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melgra241 · 1 day ago
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laramieee · 2 days ago
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my gooooooooood
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wizard-on-whales · 2 days ago
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Just started my period so I'm obviously going to imagine James taking care of me and specifically this James🥹 🙏
You'd wake up that morning and he'd already be gone at the studio but you reach out for him anyway, searching for his pillow which always smelled like him in some way. That familiar nauseous feeling pooled in your stomach, the sharp, needle-like pain in your lower abdomen letting you know it was going to be a bad day.
You'd do nothing all day, just laying in bed, praying the pain would go away. Not even medicine could help the overall uncomfortable feeling you always got, that strange numbing in your legs and the ache of your back and hips.
By the time James got home it was late afternoon, you'd hear his keys jangling in the door, his boots falling to the floor as he kicked them off and your name spilling from his lips. The empty and quiet house he was welcomed with made him instantly know something was off. He'd make his way to the bedroom where he found you exactly where he had left you that morning, curled up under the sheets. The cord from a heating pad sticking out and the bottle of medicine next to your water bottle made him aware of what was going on.
"Hey, baby," He'd cooed softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. His hand would make its way under the covers and to your stomach, massaging the soft skin gently.
"I missed you," You'd reply quietly, looking over at him with a tired expression. He'd give you a gentle smile, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
"yeah? I missed you too. You feelin' bad?" He'd question, already knowing the answer. You'd hum in response and nod your head. His other hand would come up to your hair, stroking it gently to get it out of your face. He'd feel your warm skin underneath his touch, making him worry further. He knew there wasn't much he could do to help when you were on your period but he always tried his best.
"You need anything?"
"just you," your soft reply would get him moving in an instant. He'd match his way over to his dresser and peel off his clothes before putting a clean shirt and sleep shorts on before heading back to the bed, joining you under the covers. He'd pull your back flush to his chest, his hand finding your stomach again as it continues to gently massage the skin, knowing it helped your cramps a little.
"Try to sleep, Birdie," He'd coo again, peppering your neck and cheek in small, feathery kisses. The warmth and comfort from his body and touch would relax you just enough you could slip unconscious, blissfully unaware of your pain as you slept.
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90s-2000s-barbie · 2 days ago
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My Bedroom in 2009
By 2012, I got so many photos printed from school and original vintage 1980s - 1990s magazine posters of Metallica from my dad’s metal headed friend, that u couldn’t see the paint anymore. I made the kill ‘em’ all poster, large cut out logos too.
(DO NOT USE / REPOST ANYWHERE)
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gorehoundhammett · 2 days ago
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this is what I mean by filled out.
from Seoul 2006.
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princess-lvcifer · 1 day ago
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I love how you can tell they were already sick of him here by their faces lmao
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becauseallhellseeisme · 22 hours ago
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Lars really would look that pretty.
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FEMTALLICA
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duffsmckagan · 2 days ago
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choose your player ♡
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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 2 days ago
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Hiiii
can you do 80s jason fucking you for the first time and he cums to quickly but he gets hard again in a second and he fucks like a god ?
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A/n: I'm guessing this isn't quite what you were talking about but I was craving soft Jason 🥹
Warnings: Smut, riding, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
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You'd been taking it slow with Jason for multiple reasons, he was busy with bands, he'd never been with anyone like that before, also he just wanted it to be perfect for you.
It was your birthday and Jason went all out. He took you on a walk around a park to a picnic he'd set up by a creek under a willow tree, it was quiet and candle lit and he made your favourite meal.
Then, he brought you back to his place. There was a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom.
He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. "Is this a good end to the night?" He asked, his voice soft as he waited for your approval. "We can just go to sleep if you want, I was just thinking... I don't know." He mumbled, resting his chin on your shoulder.
"No, no, it's perfect." You said, turning to face him. "You did great." You smiled, stretching to kiss him.
"Well then, I guess we should get going." He said awkwardly. You giggled at his nervousness and took his hand in yours, leading him to the bedroom.
You crawled onto the bed, Jason hovering over you with your lips connected. You helped him get your clothes off before he sat back to take care of his own clothes, all while you shamelessly admired him.
Jason was down to his boxers and he paused, looking you up and down. "Where... do I start?" He asked, worried he might make a mistake.
You chewed your cheek as you thought about it but Jason was already moving down the bed and positioning his head between your thighs.
His tongue was on you in a instant, lapping up your juices, dipping into your cunt and bumping his nose on your clit. Your hands were in his hair, tugging on it and pulling him closer. You’d never fucked before but he’d definitely gone down on you a few times, although he was nervous you’d also blown him on occasion.
It’s not that either of you were virgins, neither of you were exactly experienced but you weren’t virgins. Jason just wanted to it to be perfect.
Of course, that meant he had to help you cum before he could cum. Plus he just loved making you feel good so starting by eating you out was perfect in his mind.
Your back was arching off the mattress already as his calloused fingers prodded that spongey spot, drawing a gasp from you along with your first high of the night.
He let you come down from it, running the pads of his fingers up and down your sides to make you twitch. He was gentle and sweet but he wanted to get a reaction from you whenever he could, in whatever way he could.
You smiled up at him, reaching for him and wrapping your arms around his neck when he moved over you. “Are you ready, love?” He asked, kissing up your jaw and nibbling your earlobe.
You nodded eagerly, giving him a gentle squeeze, feeling your walls fluttering as he pushed himself through your folds, gathering your juices to use as lube before pushing into you. You could tell that much was already a lot for him and he refused to move, partially to let you adjust.
He groaned and hid his face in the crook of your neck, hips twitching as he came inside you, mumbling apology after apology while you held him and assured him it was fine.
When he was ready he sat up and kissed you before reaching to the nightstand and grabbing the bottle of water that was there. It was nice to just feel him inside you but you were more than ready for more, so much more, and he was willing to deliver.
"I'm sorry, love, you just felt so good." He said, chuckling softly, a bit out of embarrassment. Maybe a lot out of embarrassment. "I'll do better, I promise." He kissed your lips a last time as you smiled up at him.
"Whatever you give me I'll take." You said, pulling him back for another kiss, this one didn't break so soon and Jason started rolling his hips into yours.
He kept a slower pace, taking into account the sounds you made and when you made one he especially liked he angled himself to keep hitting that spot. His lips trailed down your jaw to your neck, leaving your mouth open for moans to slip out.
He ran a hand up and down your side before finally landing on your clit, rubbing it with his thumb to match his thrusts. Gradually he got faster, always keeping in mind how you felt and muttering praise in your ear. "You're doing so good for me, such sweet sounds." He said, kissing just under your ear.
You felt your second high creeping up on you, slowly washing over you and lasting what felt like an eternity. By the time you were coming down from it Jason was laying beside you, holding you to his side and littering your face in kisses.
Looking down you could see he was still hard and just ignoring it, despite how red he was.
You kissed his shoulder as you looked up to meet his gaze. He was smiling down at you, happy he got to make you feel good. It didn't matter all too much how much pleasure he was deriving from it, he could help himself to that later, his attention was on you.
Your attention was on him.
You moved to straddle him, grinding down on his length and hearing a soft grunt from him. "What're you doing, sweetheart?" He asked, a hand moving down to your hip. He didn't hold you still, didn't guide you, he just wanted to touch you, feel you under the pads of his fingers.
"I want to feel that again." You said, adjusting and sinking down on him, face scrunching as your body was still reeling from the earlier pleasure.
Jason laughed at that, his cute little giggle sending butterflies to your belly as you started moving on his length. He put his thumb back to your clit, rubbing it in those sweet, sweet circles.
Not wanting to make you do all the work he kept moving his hips, thrusting up into you, still watching for those pretty moans of yours. If you tried to go faster he slowed you down, you were both sensitive and he knew it, if you just let that high find you it felt better, washing over you and making you see white.
It hit you again, coming up slowly until Jason was helping you to lay down on him, only this time he didn't pull out. Instead he went faster, hips losing all sense of rhythm. Being sensitive it made you whine right into his ear, only adding fuel to his fire, your body bouncing on his until he was painting your walls with his cum, unintentionally bringing you over the edge a fourth time.
Even after he didn't pull out, keeping you on top of him and holding you tight as you both caught your breath.
"Thank you." He whispered, kissing your cheek. "Felt so good." You only nodded in respond, kissing his neck and drifting off to sleep on top of him, not minding the sticky sensation between you and only craving his warmth.
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aspartame-parent · 2 days ago
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@sprrlnklez COMING IN WITH ALL THE FACTS OMG
THANKS SO MUCH :D
METALLICA FANS
i’m begging you to give me your fav lil fun facts about the guys!!!!
i feel like i keep hearing the same old “kirk said he was bi that one time” and “he fawking left the band” and “no warning? no second chance?” yknow what i mean!
gimme your favorite fun fact or quirk in the replies or in my inbox or in the tags!!! i need knowledge!!!!
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kirkhammettsnailpolish · 1 day ago
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Some more pics of Kirk in the red suit (the red suit will always be iconic!!)
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scythelordsucks · 2 days ago
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watching a year and a half
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mustainegf · 3 days ago
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idk if this is like too far im sorry if it is<3
the reader having a miscarriage and one of the metallica boys comforting her?
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: miscarriage, mention of blood
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𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 ¹⁹⁹²
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I was puddled on the cold tile floor in our bathroom, my back to the wall, knees against my chest. Harsh fluorescent light overhead fluttered in the silence. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision as I stared blankly at the cream-white walls.
The door creaked open, and Kirk stepped inside, the knit of concern deep in his brow. "Baby, what's wrong? Are you alright?" His voice was woven with panic as he knelt beside me, placing a warm hand on my shoulder.
I couldn't bear to look at him, to see the fear and concern across his handsome features. Instead, I buried my face in my hands and let out another gut wrenching sob. "I...I lost the baby," I finally managed to choke between hiccuping breaths.
Kirk's face buckled, like a balloon that had been Burst as the weight of my words hit him. Kirk looked shattered by what I had said. His shoulders, so strong and broad, sagged under the crushing weight of grief. Wordless, he got to his feet then and stumbled to the sink, leaning hard on it like the cool porcelain would support his weight.
His face disappeared into his hands, fingers tangled through his curly hair while he struggled to make sense of the news that was so devastating. I watched him, heart aching for the man who had been so full of hope and excitement about becoming a father. Now that dream lay in tatters on the bathroom floor, along with the tiny life we had nurtured inside me.
There was silence between us, except for the soft sound of our crying.
Tears spilled afresh down my cheeks as I listened to Kirk's muffled sobs. The anguished sounds coming from my fiancé ripped at my heart, every choke and breath reminding me of what we'd lost.
I hauled myself up off of the floor, sore joints and all, shuffling my bare feet across the cool hardwood to where Kirk stood doubled over the sink, his shoulders trembling with the violence of his sobs.
I wrapped my arms around him from behind, gentle, pressing my cheek against his back as I held him close. "I'm so sorry," I whispered, my tears soaking into his shirt. "I'm so sorry, Kirk..."
He spun around in my embrace, burying his face in the crook of my neck as his arms encircled my waist.
"I should have been there," he sobbed, scalding tears soaking through the thin fabric of my shirt. "I should have protected you both." His words were muffled against my skin, but the guilt in them cut deep.
Smoothing his hair, trying to stroke the pain from him, inch by labored inch. "It's not your fault," I whispered, though a small, treacherous part of me thought perhaps things could have been different if he hadn't been away on tour. If I hadn't been alone when the bleeding started, when the razor sharp cramps had ripped through my abdomen, stealing our child from me. But I still knew none of this was at his fault.
But succumbing to what ifs would serve no purpose. All we could do was cry together, cling to one another as the shards of our broken dreams fell around us.
As Kirk's sobbing had started to subside to a steady cry, that I knew was going nowhere anytime soon, I found my own tears welling up again, this time in a stormy flood. "This is my fault." I whisper.
"No, don't say that," Kirk begged, seizing my arms to snap my attention back to real life. But my words were out there, tumbling into the air like rocks into some stillness of water.
"I killed our baby," I whispered again, the admission shredding my throat in a scream. "I wasn't strong enough, I failed..."
Kirk pulled me flush against him, his forehead coming to rest atop my head as he rocked me gently. "Shh, stop," he ordered, voice firm, yet trembling. "This is not your fault. It is no one's fault."
I clung to Kirk, desperate for comfort that only he could give me. "How can you be sure?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "If maybe I had gone to the hospital sooner, maybe if I had taken better care of myself during-"
"Enough," Kirk said firmly, his fingers closing around my chin and tilting it upward so that I was forced to meet his eyes.
His eyes, so bright and filled with warmth, were now dark and haunted. "We're going to do this together, okay?"
I nodded, wanting to believe him, needing to cling to the thin, fragile thread of hope he offered.
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