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stevenssticks · 10 months

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based on an ask i got about young bestfriend!james, kirk and dave with a virgin reader but i LOST THE ASK. so here you go anon wherever you are i’m so sorry i lost ur ask i hope you enjoy

let’s just pretend kirk dave and james are all besties for this okay?

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you, kirk, james, and dave had been lifelong best friends. you watched them as they grew up, as they watched you. from when james had that awful acne that he couldn’t get to go away, and when dave got drunk for the first time and you had to drag him away with his knuckles bloody at 16. when kirk got his first girlfriend, and you had a mini celebration with him in your room when he finally broke up with her.

now, in your early adulthood, your friday’s are spent together on the couch, taking your pick of movies to watch. it’s kirk’s choice tonight, and so of course the boy picked out a new horror movie he wanted to get into. so far, it hasn’t been so amusing. kirk has even fallen asleep, head on your lap, eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar as your eyes droop despite the screams coming from your shitty TV.

james’ head that was previously on your shoulder has lowered to be mashed into the side of your boob, slender legs half-thrown over the armrest of the couch. dave’s head is on top of yours on your right, hands resting where kirk’s legs are thrown over his lap. you’re all a little tipsy still from the beer you had (too much), and when you nudge dave’s head off your shoulder to look at him with half lidded eyes, dave suddenly gets the burst of confidence to lift a hand up to your cheek, and go in for a kiss.

you make a surprised “mmmph” noise into dave’s mouth before returning the kiss happily. these feelings you’ve had for all three of them have been bubbling up for years, and you would never be able to choose just one of them. maybe you don’t have to, you think, as you feel a second pair of lips on your neck. james has removed his head from where it was resting to lick and suck at your clavicle, and then your jaw. you pull away from dave to look down at him, bringing his lips to yours as dave takes james’ place at your jaw.

now a pair of hands are massaging your thighs, a third set of lips leaving kisses where your sleep shorts have ridden up. kirk. you eye him and see him grin up at you with those crooked teeth you find so pretty. you let out a sigh as two pairs of hands fondle your tits, reaching behind.m the fabric of your shirt to rub at your nipples.

“james.. dave.. oh fuck.” kirk feels left out, taking a bite of your thigh resulting in a startled yelp of his name that seems to satisfy him. this is the farthest you have ever gotten with anyone. the rest is unknown territory that you’re enthusiastic to explore. you wouldn’t trust anyone else to take you there but the three boys pressed against you right now.

kirk slides completely off the couch, asking a little “okay?” as he grips the waistbands of your panties and shorts in his hands.

“yes,” you reply, breathless from kisses, and kirk slides your undergarments off your legs and fans his warm breath over your soaked pussy. you open up for him more as james rips off your shirt to get a mouth on one of your nipples, while dave tweaks the other with two fingers.

“thought about this for so long, fuck…” dave whispers. you throb for him, grabbing his free hand and clenching down as kirk presses a kiss to your clit. the warmth and wetness of his tongue is addictive, you decide, as he licks a stripe up your center before pressing his tongue between your folds. james and dave start a back and forth exchange of praises.

“so pretty, look at you.”

“doing so well. bet kirk loves the taste of you..”

“can’t wait to get my mouth on you myself.”

your head is spinning with it. and dave asks “you wanna help us feel good?” in which you nod so hard that you feel like a fool for it. but you don’t think about it for too long as you hear two pairs of jeans unzip, and you look down to see dave’s cock right up close, and then james takes your hand to help guide you in jerking him off.

“give it some kisses for me, baby,” dave says all sly, grin on his face. you look up at him as you do just that, eyes boring into his and he has to look away so he doesn’t cum too quick. while james guides your hand, dave brings your head down over his cock for you to lick and suck at him. your moans from kirk still eating you out sending vibrations up his spine. “look so good with your mouth full like that. oh- shit…” you swirl your tongue around him in a way you would imagine feels good as kirk pulls away from you, breathless.

he comes up to slot his legs between yours (when did he get his pants off?!), the head of his cock pushing at your folds. dave has you pull off him momentarily, and james stops holding your hand in his.

“you want this?” kirk asks, all sweet, big doe eyes staring at you with so much love it hurts.

“only ever wanted it with you three,” you respond and they all smile and blush a little at that. dave leans down to kiss you deeply.

“breathe for us,” james says, and then kirk is pushing into you slowly. the stretch makes tears run down your cheeks. dave and kirk both praising you and telling you it’s going to feel so good soon. james is rubbing your clit in slow circles as kirk starts to move. for the first time that night, kirk’s lips interlock with yours. his thrusts get faster, less coordinated, and you know he’s gonna cum. he’s so overwhelmed by the feeling of you and he would be embarrassed if he wasn’t so caught up in the moment.

“auh- fuck… i’m cumming!” and then kirk is spilling inside you (thank god for birth control). he pulls out slowly, watching his cum leak out of you, before dave is pulling you to your hands and knees on the couch.

“open,” he says, and you do so immediately. letting him push his cock into your mouth as james comes to push his into your swollen pussy. you moan as they push you back and forth, kirk bringing a hand up to rub at your clit. you’re all so close. you can feel dave twitching in your mouth, james’ grip on your hips tightening. kirk rubs your clit faster.

“i can feel you squeezing me, you gonna cum? i’m so close, know dave is too. want you to come with us.” james is breathless, his words coming out strained. “that’s it baby. there you go. you can do it..” and then you’re cumming on james’ cock, moaning around dave. dave grips your hair in his hands to push you down as far as you let him, letting out a slew of punched out moans that have you roll your eyes back in your head as james spills into you with groans of his own.

you swallow the best you can around dave, some of his cum leaking out of the corners of your mouth and down your chin. after he pulls out he wipes your lips with his thumb, feeding the rest of his cum to you which you lick up. james pulls out of you, breathless and thoroughly fucked out. as soon as james lets go of your hips your legs give out, collapsing onto the couch, breathing heavy.

“you did so good for us,” kirk whispers to you. dave takes you in his arms to carry you off to your shared bathroom, starting a bath to get you cleaned up.

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COUGH COUGH AGAIN IM SORRY FOR WHATEVER THE HELL HAPPENED BUT HERE. hope you enjoyed nonetheless<3

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davemybeloved · 7 months

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Must be quiet

(METALLICAERA!Dave Mustaine X Reader)

Just imagine: you are James’ sister and you promised him to not touch any of the member of his band.

Warnings!: smut, use of alcohol and weed, NON!sober sex, no grammar rechecking because I’m lazy

It was just one of the usual night where your brother James and his friends came over at your place to practice but just end up in them drinking and passing out on the floor. Usually you preferred to smoke over drinking, but that night you just gave in and drank a little more.

It was 2 a.m., James, Lars and Cliff were laying down on the ground, peacefully sleeping while you and Dave were the only ones awake. You decided to go in your room to smoke a joint, so you two would be able to talk without waking up the others, even tho you knew they wouldn’t woke up anyway, you really just wanted some intimacy. You promised your brother to not touch any of his band members, but a couple of months ago you and Dave had some drunk sex and from then on you started to secretly date. You planned to confess that to James, but you thought it was still too soon.

You took a deep drag, feeling the marijuana immediately hit your already alcohol-distorted mind. You never smoke and drank at the same time, and that was the reason why “Jeez, you wanna smoke it? I think it’s better for me to stop.” You snorted, handing him the joint.

Dave chuckled and took one last drag before putting it in the ashtray, clearly tipsy himself. He stared at me for a few seconds before speaking“You’ve been a bitch these days.”.

“What? No that’s not true, what are you talking about?” You asked even tho you knew exactly what he meant.

Dave laughed and landed closer, the smell of alcohol and weed surrounding him strongly “oh yeah, always acting mean and cold when I was around, rushing out of the room as soon as I entered it…” he was getting closer every second it passed, but you were too embarrassed to notice.

“Yeah- I mean no, no it’s not true! It’s because of James- I mean I think his suspecting something… jeez I drank too much I think I’m drunk..” i sight until I felt Dave’s hand on my thighs, making me quickly look at him again

“Well I am too” he said nonchalantly, caressing my thigh teasingly, climbing with his hand and getting closer to your panties.

“Dave what are you doing?! James is out there!” You whispered pointing at the closed door. Dave just laugh it off and said: “we’ll be quite.” And then he just smashed his lips over yours once again.

You didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol or just because of the feelings you kept hidden deep down all the time because of James, but when you returned the kiss it felt amazing. It was the best kiss you and Dave ever had, his lips moving at perfect synchro with yours, like they were meant to each other. Or maybe it was just the weed.

But still… It made you forgot about the promised you made to your brother to not sleep or flirt with any of his band members.

You quickly pulled off your shirt, leaning back again in a sloppy kiss. The weed amplified your desire and love so much, it was beautiful and painful at the same time, you felt like you weren’t on earth anymore, you were somewhere else.

He started to play with your breasts as he kissed you neck, leaving little marks on it. Soft moans sighs of pleasure escaped your mouth, so you quickly cover it as Dave started to kiss and bit your left nipple.

One hand was working on the other nipple as the other hand got lower, and lower until he reached your miniskirt, which he was quick to pull off.

“Dave…” you whispered looking down at him. When he look up at you, you just lost it. He had this look of love and desire in his eyes even tho he was clearly high as much as you. His red and happy eyes were the most beautiful thing you ever saw in your entire life. In that exact moment, when he raised his face from between your legs to look at you, looking into his eyes you realized you were in love with him.

Dave smiled at you and kissed you on the lips sweetly “just let me make you feel good baby, trust me.” He looked at you in the eyes to get a consent from you. When you nodded, biting your lower lip, he got back at kissing your chest as his hand started to rub small circles on your clothed clit, making you whimper.

He slid two fingers between your fold, feeling how wet you were “so wet for me.” He teased.

“Dave please…” You begged, needing his touch.

He kissed you to make you shut up as he pushed two fingers into your throbbing pussy, making you whine in pleasure.

He quickly started to finger fuck you as he felt your wall clenching every time he sped up.

“Fuck Dave… oh Dave please… I need you” You whispered, trying to not be so loud. You didn’t want to wake up the guys, especially James.

Dave pushed his fingers inside you for another couple of minutes before pulling them out and bringing them on your lips “suck them” He demanded, and you immediately did that as he watched you the eyes as you did so, feeling his cock hardening even more.

He then positioned himself at your entrance and you let out a surprised moan as he entered you balls deep without warning. “Fuck!” You whined, pushing your head on the pillow and rolling your eyes back.

“Good girl- shit your already clenching.. you’re so tight- fuck” He moaned softly as he started moving at a quick peace, making you bit your lips and cover your mouth to not be loud.

A tears of pleasure dropped your eyes as you closed them. Dave leaned closer, and kiss it away before biting your earlobe “look at me, baby” He whispered into your eyes as he slowed his thrusts.

He quickly covered your mouth with his hand “shh, we don’t want to wake up the others, right baby?” You nodded “good, you think you’ll be able to be quiet for me, sweetheart?” You felt your walls tightening as he said so, this man really turned you on by only speaking to you. You nodded again.

“I love you so much” he whispered, leaving sweet and caring kisses on your neck before pushing his head back to look at you in the eyes.

You uncovered your mouth, surprised by his words and then kissed him “I love you to baby”

After a couple more minutes, his thrusts became inconstant and messy, your walls started to clenching more as you hit your orgasm.

“Just like that baby, so good for me” He praised you as he came too into you, filling you up with his seed before collapsing on top of you.

“Thank you Dave” you whispered into his ear before kissing his cheek as he pulled out.

He smiled and rested his head on your chest, leaving a sweet kiss on it “I love you.”

#dave mustaine #megadeth #dave mustaine x reader #metal #james hetfield #80s Dave mustaine #80s James Hetfield #Metallica #smut #megadeth smut #Metallica smut

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mustainegf · 2 months

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Angry again (NSFW)

Hair pulling (NSFW)

Massage (NSFW)

Daddy Kink (NSFW)

I’ll Get Even (NSFW)

Tired (NSFW)

Nervous (NSFW)

Oral (NSFW)

Gentle (NSFW)

Worship (NSFW)

Teaching you how to masturbate (NSFW)

Skirt (NSFW)

Thigh riding (NSFW)

Desperate (NSFW)

Thunderstorm (NSFW)

Breeding (NSFW)

Baby’s first kick

Pregnant & passionate (NSFW)

Fight (NSFW)

Orgasm denial (NSFW)

Curvy (NSFW)

Toy (NSFW)

Goth gf headcannons

Bubblebath (NSFW)

Rivals (NSFW)

Overstimulation (NSFW)

The interview (NSFW)

The Space Between Us [ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ]

80s Friends to lovers (NSFW)

rough (NSFW)

Friends with benefits (NSFW)

Period cramps (NSFW)

Best friend headcannons

Bed sharing (NSFW)

First time (NSFW)

Subby James (NSFW)

Panic attack

Degrading (NSFW)

Teachers pet (NSFW)

Facefuck (NSFW)

First time masturbating (NSFW)

Ride me cowgirl (NSFW)

Rough oral (NSFW)

Yandere Headcannons (NSFW)

Caught (NSFW)

Kinky (NSFW)

Baby from past relationship headcannons

Party (NSFW)

Cuddles

Stepdaddy (NSFW)

Movie Night (NSFW)

Baking

Truck Sex (NSFW)

Breeding (NSFW)

Restaurant (NSFW)

Lip gloss (NSFW)

Dads best friend (NSFW)

Marathon sex (NSFW)

Braids

Sextape (NSFW)

Young parents

Tutor (NSFW)

Vacation (NSFW)

Cinema (NSFW)

Dirty Diana (NSFW)

Natural Talent (NSFW)

stargazing (NSFW)

My Bestfriend (NSFW)

Jealous (NSFW)

Piercings (NSFW)

Tour bus (NSFW)

Breeding kink (NSFW)

Distracted (NSFW)

Hallway (NSFW)

Teeth

Fluff Drabbles

Animal (NSFW)

Shower (NSFW)

Hotel (NSFW)

pussy slapping (NSFW)

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chrchofsuicidal · 5 months

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!!!: threesome, video taping, oral sex (male/fem receiving), fingering, praise/deg, creampie

the three of you wanted to do something different for once, trying to up your sex game as if it weren't kinky enough. with dave mustaine and james hetfield, how vanilla could it really be?

you were fully naked, laid across the blonde as dave watched james play with you. your ass was exposed to him, slapping at the skin, seeing it turn a bright red as you jumped and let out a whine from pain and pleasure.

"awe, you liked that?" james put on a fake sympathetic voice, "you like davey being all rough with you?" he chuckled when you nodded.

dave took the hint, him having the camera up to your face, making james hold it since he was closer.

the ginger spread your legs apart before shoving two of his calloused fingers inside your pretty pussy. you were already wet for the two of them, only turning him on more.

he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, wet, slick sounds coming from in between your legs.

"oh, there we go, baby.." dave hummed, grabbing you by your hair, forcing your head back roughly before picking up his speed.

"who's this perfect little pussy belong to? hm?" he growled, slapping your cunt in the middle of your response which only made you whine and bite your lip from anticipation.

"better answer that fuckin' question, darlin'. dave asked you a question, baby. speak up and use your big girl words for us," james spoke, grabbing your chin so you would look at him.

your eyes were all over the place, not knowing who or where to look at, so you just made eye contact with the camera lense.

"y- you two!"

your voice was soft, before dave started rubbing your throbbing clit slowly.

"that's the right answer, baby." his speed quickened again before he looked at james.

"suck jamie off while you relax on my tongue. how about that?" he stated, lifting your hips up so that your ass was in his face, lips attaching to your juicy cunt.

james couldn't pull down his jeans fast enough, him holding it for you as you kissed the tip making him shudder. he was already leaking, smothering your puffy lips with his precum before shoving it in.

you couldn't help but close your legs around dave's head and trap him there, trying to focus on both of the things happening.

"atta girl.. taking us so well, ain't ya? so pretty when your full." james huffed, tangling his hand in your hair, guiding your head up and down.

all you could do was lay there and look pretty, looking up at jame's, moaning around his cock making him moan. dave was slurping and groaning into your pussy like a starved man who couldn't get enough.

"your mouths so warm- feels so good. gonna cum-" james moaned out, pulling out before he pumped his hand up and down up to your face, aiming at your lips but of course it decided to paint your whole face.

he quickly wiped the fluid off of your face, sticking his fingers inside of your mouth to taste him.

"such a good girl for us, doll. did davey make the pretty girl cum yet?" he asked, the same voice from before coming to action.

you shook your head, pouting before dave lifted his head. lips, chin, and nose covered in your fluids.

"no?" james gave a fake pout, rubbing your cheek. "well cmere and we'll make sure you're doing it again and again, sweetheart."

your positions flipped, you on your back, while the other two were standing infront of you, pants down, ready to be inside of you.

two of them rubbed their lengths against your folds, using your slick as lube. soon enough, shoving the entirety or eachother inside of your pussy. your gummy walls sucking and tightening around them the moment they entered.

"fuck!"

the two of them hissed in unison, james throwing his head back as dave held one of your legs up, wrapping it around his waist.

"taking us so well-" he huffed, leaning down to kiss and suck at your neck. "gonna make me cum too, princess."

the pace they had was slow and rough, tears pricking your eyes as they stretched you out to the max.

"pl- please! i wanna cum-"

you pleaded, holding the both of their forearms, nails digging into their skin.

"mm? don't gotta ask, sweetheart. go on-" james panted, close to his second high and so was dave. their tips twitching against eachother made them lose it, immediately spilling inside of you as you squirted and came along with them.

"oh! oh- ohhh" was all that came put of your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as your legs started shaking violently, the two pulling out to see their seed spill like a waterfall.

"fucking hell..." dave mumbled, zooming in on your flooded pussy.

you kept squirming trying to call down from your high as the camera stopped recording, the two grabbing either side of your cheek and showered your face with kisses.

james pet your hair and dave kissed down your body.

"didn't go to hard, right? felt good?" james asked and you nodded, you head still fuzzy from what just happened.

"let's go get cleaned up then, hun." dave picked you up bridal style, kissing your face all the way up the stairs to the bathroom as james followed from behind.

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SORRY I GOT LAZY W THIS ONE IM SO TIRED.... also please send in reqs! id love to write whatever you have on your mind :3

#megadeth #metallica #dave mustaine #james hetfield #dave mustaine x reader #james hetfield x reader #smut #ns/fw #fanfic

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luvrboydave · 10 months

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AAAAA i love your writing sm !!!! 😭😭 u write so good n so much omll

Idk if u take requests or not but can u make smt abt modern 2000s dave n 99 james w u (if u do that) 💔

i feel like they'd be the type to wanna "make a movie" iykwim n be the most nastiest mfs together .....

i need these 2 so bad 😭😭😭

movie magic

pairing: dave mustaine x fem!reader x james hetfield

warnings: smut, threesome, oral sex (m & f receiving/giving), double vaginal penetration, creampie, dirty talk, pet names, name calling, filming

a/n: tysm for your request!!! i hope it lives up to your expectations as i'm not very well-versed in writing threesomes...but this was great practice for me!! enjoy!

i’m imagining it now…dave and james have you on the bed, a camera set up on the nearby dresser recording your every move. they’re both all over you; dave is mouthing at your neck and rubbing at your clothed cunt while james kisses you sloppily. james’ hands make their way up your shirt to grope your tits, and you gasp, tangling your fingers in the base of his hair. when dave pulls his hand away from your cunt, you let out a low whine. he chuckles lightly, muttering, “so needy for us, aren’t you, sweetheart…” as he lifts your shirt over your head, exposing your sensitive nipples to the cold air of the bedroom. dave leans down to take your left nipple into his mouth, lapping at it softly. as he continues to play with your tits, kneading and sucking on them, james kisses you again, one hand wrapping around your neck and the other slipping into your shorts to run a finger through your folds.

in an instant, you find yourself lying flat on the bed. james is slipping your shorts and panties down your legs, discarding them somewhere in the room. from the corner of your eye, you take notice of dave unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down below his ass. turning towards dave, you take his cock in your hand and let a glob of spit fall from your lips, looking up at him as you spread it over his dick. his hand weaves into your hair, pushing your mouth towards his cock. you take his tip into your mouth, tongue coming out to lick it slightly. slowly, you take more into your mouth, and dave groans, “fuck sweetheart, mouth feels so fuckin’ good…” he pulls you away from his cock, leaning down to kiss you messily before guiding himself back into your mouth. it’s so messy, drool running down your chin and pooling on the bedsheets.

james kisses down your body, stopping to mark your thighs. he moves in closer to the apex of your thighs, bringing a finger up to glide through your sopping folds. he licks a long stripe along your cunt, sucking at your clit. the noises coming from between your thighs are lewd; james is slurping at your pussy like a starved man. His face is covered in your slick, bearded chin glistening with your wetness. you gurgle around dave’s cock at the feeling of james’ tongue, pushing your hips forward into his mouth. james reaches up to rub your clit slowly, still licking and sucking at your soaked cunt. at this point, james is fucking aching in his pants. he unbuttons his jeans and slips his cock out, giving it a nice rub as he eats you out.

next thing you know, you’re being manhandled to lay on top of james as dave takes his place behind you. your back arches, and you clench at the feeling of a cool liquid sliding down your cunt. you crane your neck to the side, seeing that dave had grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer. james reaches down to guide his cock into your cunt. he slips in with ease but allows you to adjust for a second before dave slowly slips in as well, snug against james’ cock. “shit, so good…taking both of our cocks in this slutty hole…” james groans from beneath you. they stretch you out deliciously, moaning once they both bottom out completely. “puttin’ on a show for the camera, huh? dirty fuckin’ girl…” dave whispers, grabbing a handful of your ass and thrusting into you. james is gripping your shoulders tightly, holding you flush against his chest as he fucks up into you. they both pick up their pace, and you clench around them. your eyes roll to the back of your head, a moan tearing from your throat “oh fuck- i’m cumming!” your cunt flutters around their cocks, making them groan. dave’s hands are gripping your ass again, and he’s fucking into you steadily. they’re both so loud, grunting at the feeling of your warm cunt. james groans, his eyes squeezing shut, “fuck- i’m gonna cum…you’re gonna make me cum, princess.” he empties his load inside of your already soaked pussy, and dave follows not too long after, cumming inside of you with a loud moan.

they both slip out of your ruined cunt, dave spreading your cheeks apart to watch as a mixture of their cum seeps out of you. he brings two fingers up to push it back inside, flashing you a cheeky smirk “don’t go wastin’ that, now, sweetheart.” james pulls you in for a kiss, big hands cupping your face. He breaks the kiss, muttering, “did so good for us, princess. bet we made such a good movie…” you smile at him and lean up to give him another kiss before laying your head on his chest. you watch as dave moves towards the camera, pressing the button to end the recording. he turns to james, and you can immediately tell he’s up to no good. “how do you feel about posting this online, huh…showing the world how much of a slut our girl is for us?”

#dave mustaine smut #james hetfield smut #dave mustaine x reader #james hetfield x reader #metallica smut #megadeth smut #metallica fanfiction

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allmoshnobrain · 3 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫: 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 01 of 06 | masterpost

word count: 5,1k | ao3 link | fic's playlist

✦ on this chapter: NSFW!!!, james hetfield x female!oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, grief, mxf sex, unprotected sex

✦ a/n: The epilogue's finally here! As I said before, I had to split it into a few parts because it turned out really long and I wanted to tie all loose ends lol I haven't finished writing it yet, but I'll try to keep posting twice a week. Many things will have changed in this, since it's set mostly in 1992. We will have some flashbacks, but I dated all the parts so it wouldn't get confusing. Hope you enjoy the read, feedback is welcome! ❤

December 31, 1991

San Francisco in December hit me with that familiar chill as soon as I stepped off the plane; I quickly slipped on my gloves and shrugged into my coat, letting out a sigh as the cold nipped at my nose and fogged up my breath. It felt weird being back after so long, back to the city where I'd lived, loved, and grown up all those years ago.

I’d bid farewell to San Francisco two years back when my art career started picking up steam, making the move to LA seem like the logical next step. Coming back to the city stirred up a pain that ran deep in my bones — a constant reminder of the happiness I once knew but could never quite recapture, a bittersweet flashback to all I'd experienced — and all that had slipped away.

Lars had invited friends and family for a massive bash at his vacation home, ringing in the end of the year and welcoming 1992 with a bang. I had a hunch the extravagant party had something to do with his recent divorce, after a rushed marriage which had barely lasted two years. He'd even sent his driver, Simon, to scoop me up from the airport.

It was a relief not to have to wrangle a taxi amidst the chaos of folks flying in for the last flights before New Year's Eve. Slipping into the Jaguar, I peeled off my sunglasses with a sigh; those shades had become my shield against being recognized in the last few months. Ever since I'd started doing TV gigs, getting spotted by strangers and paparazzi was becoming a regular thing. It came with the territory, sure, but sometimes, a girl just wanted a little peace and quiet.

"Good afternoon, Miss Burton," Simon greeted me with a smile as I hopped into the car, and I shot one right back at him. "Mr. Ulrich was really looking forward to your arrival."

"Thanks, Simon. Are the others already there?" I inquired, my gaze drifting out the window as we cruised away from the airport.

"Yes, Mr. Hammett and Mr. Newsted are. Mr. Hetfield will show up later; I'll swing back to get him after dropping you off. And Miss Summers won't be joining us."

I let out a sigh. Ever since Cliff had passed, Leanne had drifted away from the group, moving to another city and cutting most ties. She said it hurt too much to stick around — too many reminders of him . I got where she was coming from and harbored no hard feelings, but her absence had definitely put some distance between us over the years.

"Well, I'll have to shoot her a call later and wish her a Happy New Year," I mused absentmindedly. "Do you know if my aunt and uncle are gonna make it?"

"Yes, I'll pick them up later," Simon replied, earning a small smile from me. Despite Cliff's passing hitting us all hard, Aunt Jan and Uncle Ray had been a steady presence for me and the guys. They'd practically become like second parents to all of us over the years, always there in the Metallica routine, whether it was on the professional front or at family and friends' get-togethers.

It took us a bit to roll up to Lars' vacation home, a big old mansion tucked away in one of San Francisco’s most expensive neighborhoods, a far cry from the tiny house we used to live in back in the day. Simon pulled up at the main entrance; the door was wide open, and I caught a glimpse of the staff buzzing around, putting the final touches on the shindig. Judging by the crates of booze being unloaded, this was gonna be more than just a cozy New Year's bash with a few friends.

"Thanks for the ride, Simon," I said, grabbing my bag and popping open the car door. "Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year, Miss."

It didn't take me long to spot Lars; the moment I stepped into the foyer, there he was, barking orders to his assistant at lightning speed, champagne glass already in hand. I couldn't help but grin; classic Lars, hitting the booze before anyone else. He turned my way at the sound of my footsteps echoing on the polished floor, breaking into a smile as he strode over.

"Nore!" he exclaimed, pulling me into a bear hug. "I'm so stoked you made it."

"Hey, Lars," I grinned, returning the hug. It had been a hot minute since I'd seen him or any of the guys; 1991 had been a whirlwind for all of us, and work had pretty much consumed our lives at warp speed.

"How was the trip? Did Simon take good care of you?"

"Yeah, it was smooth sailing. Simon's a pro, always has been. But seriously, Lars, you shouldn't have him grinding away on the last day of the year."

"Oh, he's getting compensated handsomely for it, don't you worry. Hey, you remember your way around the house, right? Kirk and Jason are probably chilling in the sauna. Oh, Allie!" Lars called out to his assistant, a dark-haired girl who looked eager to please. "Got the guest list handy? Can you show our girl here where she'll be crashing tonight?" Allie nodded briskly, and Lars flashed me a smile, turning back to me. "Party kicks off at 9 PM, so I'm just tying up loose ends. Make yourself comfy, grab some grub if you're hungry, alright? Consider the place your own."

I trailed after Allie to my room, a fancy suite with a king-size bed that looked like it had never been slept in. Lars always had a flair for the extravagant, but Metallica's success in recent years seemed to have kicked that into overdrive; his new vacation house was straight-up lavish, with more rooms than I could count, a massive pool, a sauna, and even a private movie theater.

I decided to chill in my room until the party kicked off; as much as I was itching to catch up with everyone, I was straight-up wiped out. Lately, I'd been craving more time alone, away from the chaos of the ragers my friends used to live for. But hey, I knew we'd all cross paths eventually, and sure enough, when I finally made my grand entrance, one of the first faces I spotted was Kirk's, rolling in with James, who apparently had arrived while I was hiding out.

"Nore!" Kirk grinned, pulling me into a hug. I chuckled, hugging him back. "Damn, you're looking good!"

"Thanks, Kirk. It's all Lars' doing; he picked out the dress," I replied, nodding at the long red number I was sporting. I’d found it laid out on the bed in my room with a note telling me to rock it for the night. I eyed Kirk's suit, a slick navy number with gold accents. "You're looking sharp yourself."

"Yeah, that's all Lars' handiwork too. Dude's on a mission to throw the ultimate party. But hey, who am I to complain? There's champagne!" Kirk chuckled, clinking his glass against mine.

"Hey, Nore." I glanced up at the sound of his voice, meeting James' intense blue gaze. A faint smile tugged at my lips; being around him always stirred up a whirlwind of emotions that were hard to untangle. Love, sure, but also heartache. It stung, yet it felt oddly comforting. Like coming home.

"Hi, James," I greeted him softly. Kirk shot us a quick look.

“Well, I'm gonna go track down our host. Catch you guys later!" He excused himself. I watched Kirk saunter off, a slight jolt running through me as James' hand landed on the small of my back.

"Have you grabbed a bite to eat yet? Lars said you got here before me," he murmured, his voice low. I looked up at him, seeing his eyes scanning the crowd of guests, a champagne flute in his other hand.

"Not yet."

"Want me to snag something for you? Lars went all out with the spread this time."

"I'm good, James."

"Didn't drag your boyfriend along to the party?" he quipped, and I couldn't help but snort.

"What boyfriend?"

"That... Brian guy? I dunno, it's hard to keep up with all the dudes you've cycled through since we split," he remarked, a hint of irony dancing in his eyes. I furrowed my brow; was he joking or dead serious? It was getting tougher to read James these days.

"If you wanna know if I'm seeing someone, just ask," I shot back sharply. He let out a sardonic laugh and rolled his eyes. I held his gaze. "And what about your 'Nothing Else Matters' chick? She bailed on the party?"

"I ended things with her," he replied, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone. "And I've told you that song wasn't about her."

"Then who was it about?"

"Do I really need to spell it out?" he growled, stepping closer. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze head-on. James and I had been locked in this dance for a while now, his anger clashing with my pain like sparks flying. It didn't shock me that Kirk wanted no part of our little reunion.

"I'm gonna go track down Lars," I tossed back dryly before strutting off. I could practically feel James rolling his eyes as he polished off the rest of his champagne in one gulp.

I didn't cross paths with James again until much later, well after midnight had come and gone. We’d all gathered on the balcony to catch the fireworks, dishing out Happy New Year wishes and hugs left and right. When the crowd filtered back inside, I lingered behind, a cigarette dangling between my fingers as I stared up at the star-studded sky, grappling with the bitter irony that another year had kicked off without Cliff here to see it.

"I did wanna know, actually," a voice cut through the silence, jolting me. I turned to find James leaning against one of the pillars, his gaze fixed on me with a serious edge.

"What?" I murmured, my heart picking up its pace as he closed the gap between us.

"You said if I wanted to know if you were seeing someone, I just had to ask. And I did wanna know," he replied, so close now I could smell the booze on his breath.

"I'm not," I answered, and he grunted, satisfied, before pulling me into his arms, his lips finding mine.

He tasted like beer and tobacco, his lips moving against mine in a familiar dance, the echoes of an old tune. No matter how much time passed or how much it hurt, James and I always found our way back to each other.

"You know that song was about you," he murmured, his kisses trailing down my neck, his grip tightening on my hips as he pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together. "Do you really have to mess with me like this?"

I didn't answer; instead, I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him back to me, his arms holding me tight as he kissed me with urgency, nipping at my lower lip. He wasn't holding back as he pushed me against the balcony railing, his hands hiking up the skirt of my dress, his touch igniting a fire in my belly.

"My room or yours?" I gasped against his lips.

"Does yours come with a bathroom?" he quipped, and I chuckled softly, nodding. "Figures. Lars always hooks you up with the best ones."

"Mine, then," I murmured, a faint smile playing on my lips.

We made our way up to my room, James guiding me through the labyrinth of hallways and rooms in the house with his hand in mine. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, his hands were back on me, pulling me close as his lips trailed hungrily along my neck, tugging at the straps of my dress.

"James, you're gonna wreck the dress..." I protested weakly, my fingers tangled in his hair. He grunted, yanking it down, and I heard a rip that probably meant the garment was already ruined anyway.

"I'll get you another one," he grumbled. "As many as you want."

With urgency matching his, I stripped off his shirt, a few buttons popping off and bouncing across the bedroom floor. Before I could even blink, he lifted me, depositing me on the bed and positioning himself over me. I kicked off my heels, sending them flying into some forgotten corner, releasing a low moan as he pressed against me, his arousal evident through the fabric of his pants. There was no time for calm contemplation, no room for hesitation or second-guessing if this was the right move; our desire for each other was insatiable, ravenous and desperate, and I felt it would consume me completely if we didn't satisfy it right then and there.

I sighed as his lips reclaimed mine, his hand tangled in my hair, gripping it firmly as I worked on unbuttoning his pants, easing them down. He pulled back for a moment, shedding the rest of his clothes before sliding off my panties, emitting a low groan as he entered me. I shut my eyes, clutching onto his arms tightly, my nails digging into his skin. He wasn't holding back; and honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Look at me," he growled, his hand guiding my chin as he thrust into me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I obeyed, meeting his gaze as tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, my mouth slightly agape as I let out small, sharp moans. He shifted his hand to my neck, pressing his forehead against mine.

"James..." I moaned, my grip on his arms tightening as he picked up the pace, sending shivers down my spine. "James..."

"I wanna ruin you. You get that?" he growled, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body at his words. Of course, I got it. What were we if not each other's downfall? What more could I want than for him to consume me entirely, even if just for a moment? For all the pain and heartache to vanish, if only while he was inside me. "I want you to be mine, all mine, all mine... Fuck..." he buried his face in my neck as my climax washed over me, my body clenching around him, my legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him deeper. "Nore..." he groaned, his own release crashing over him, filling me completely as he continued to move until the intensity of his peak forced him to collapse onto me.

He rolled away, settling beside me, leaving a pulsating void inside me where pain and pleasure danced together in my womb and heart. I shut my eyes, focusing on steadying my breath, and let out a soft chuckle when I felt his lips on my neck, his arms pulling me close in a fleeting but genuine comfort.

"My girl..." he murmured against my ear, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. I'd lost track of how many times he'd called me that, but it never failed to stir something in me. "Why do you keep running from me? Don't you know I love you so?"

I opened my eyes, locking onto his gaze, a blend of longing and yearning reflected back at me. Nestling into his embrace, I placed a soft kiss on his lips, feeling his gaze soften into a tender warmth that sent tingles down my spine.

"I'm here now," I murmured, tracing my fingers gently over his face. He sighed, closing his eyes, intertwining our hands and pressing kisses to my palm, one, two, three times before pulling me close in a tight hug.

Peace hadn't been a frequent visitor in my life for a while, but in that moment, I found it. I'd always find my way back to James, and he'd always find his way back to me. That certainty coursed through my veins, leaving me feeling whole in a way I hadn't in ages.

The next day, we'd be back in the spotlight, the distance between us creeping back in like a toxic fog. But for now, on that night, I was content. I was at peace.

I was home.

September 28, 1986

The shrill ring of the phone pierced through the silence of the empty house, yanking me out of a deep slumber with a groan. I blinked, the heavy rain drumming against the bedroom windows registering in my foggy mind. Stretching out across the bed, I groped for James, only to remember he wasn't there; my boyfriend was off on tour with my cousin and my friends. That left just Leanne and me holding down the fort.

Dragging myself out of bed, my eyes still weighed down by sleep, I shrugged into my robe and slipped on my slippers before trudging out of the room, descending the stairs at a snail's pace. Flicking on the lights in the living room, I scowled at the clock — it wasn't even seven in the morning. This better be an important call, I grumbled inwardly. I was itching to crawl back under the covers.

"Hey," I mumbled, stifling a yawn and rubbing my eyes in an attempt to shake off the sleepiness.

"Hey, Nore," James' voice crackled through the receiver, but in my grogginess, I barely registered the tense undertone, so unlike his usual laid-back demeanor.

"Babe..." I murmured, another yawn threatening to escape. "I know you're in a different time zone, but it's way early here. I was out cold..."

"I'm sorry. I had to call," he replied, and this time, the strain in his voice didn't go unnoticed. I furrowed my brow, sinking down onto the couch beside the phone, suddenly wide awake.

"Is everything alright? Did something happen?"

"Yeah, something happened. Is Leanne there with you?"

"I think she's asleep. Why?"

"We had a crash," he said, and my heart clenched, a surge of unease and dread knotting my stomach. "We were on the road... Late at night. The driver lost control..."

My breath hitched, and in that instant, a sense of foreboding washed over me. Something felt off, deeply unsettling. It just didn't add up. I knew I should be getting this call from someone else. I knew my cousin; I knew Cliff would want to speak to me and Leanne directly, to break the news himself.

Like when he shared he was leaving Long Beach for San Francisco. Like when he announced he was joining Metallica. Like when he called to tell me Dave got booted from the band, or when he rang to say Metallica was wrapping up tour and he wanted me there for their first hometown gig after dropping the first album.

Something wasn't right.

"James," I whispered, my voice trembling, tears pricking at my eyes as if I already knew what he was going to say. "What happened to Cliff?"

January 1st, 1992

I jolted awake, my cheeks damp with tears that refused to cease flowing. I sighed heavily, my breath shaky, the early morning sunlight just beginning to seep through the curtains. James' arms were wrapped snugly around me, his breath warm against my shoulder as he softly snored.

That dream, again.

It always seemed to resurface whenever I was near James. Maybe my subconscious still linked him to that chilly morning, to that phone call that’d shattered any hope of happiness for the rest of that year and beyond. A call that tore a hole in the fabric of my world, leaving an ache in my heart that felt like it would never mend.

The call that had shattered my heart for good, leaving no chance of putting the pieces back together.

I carefully shifted James' arm away from me, slipping out of bed and heading to the bathroom. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I took in my tired blue eyes framed by dark circles, my brown hair tumbling in waves over my shoulders, and the red marks on my neck and collarbone left by James the night before. With a sigh, I opened the bathroom cabinet, my hands trembling slightly as I reached for the pills I knew would help ease my anxiety.

I lacked the courage to return to bed, so I nestled into one of the armchairs in the corner of the room, observing James' peaceful slumber as the daylight gradually filled the space. He stirred awake soon after, as if sensing my absence beside him, his eyelids fluttering before he groggily opened his eyes. With a puzzled frown, he reached out for the bed, only to find it empty, prompting him to scan the room. A sigh escaped him when he spotted me, a sense of relief washing over his features that tugged at my heartstrings.

"Bad dream?" he inquired, and I simply nodded in response. "You wanna hop back into bed?"

"I'd rather not risk slipping into another nightmare," I admitted, and he sighed, sitting upright.

"Well, I know a surefire way to keep you awake, if you're interested," he quipped, and I managed a shaky laugh. I much preferred this relaxed and caring version of James to the sarcastic and irritable one from the night before. "So, spill. What was haunting you this time?"

"The usual. That day," I murmured. It wasn't anything new; I'd replayed that nightmare countless times, and James was well aware. My demons weren't a mystery to us, but that didn't make them any less terrifying.

With a sigh, he got up and strolled over to me, scooping me up effortlessly, which elicited a surprised gasp from me. He carried me back to bed, settling me down beside him, his hand securing my waist while the other supported the underside of my thighs, lifting one leg and tucking it around his waist. I hugged him tightly, nuzzling into his chest. It was a brief moment of warmth and solace, a fleeting calmness that I knew would vanish as soon as the day kicked into gear and he walked out that door.

"Are you taking off today?" I whispered softly. I understood that once James and I dove back into our regular routines — fame, commitments, the whole mess — things would get complicated again. I'd lose him once more; I'd been through that too many times in the last few years to entertain any other outcome. But as long as we were together, there, shielded from everything else, he was mine. And I craved his presence. I craved his warmth.

"Do you want me to jet today?" he countered, and I shook my head no. He grumbled under his breath, the rumble vibrating against my cheek as I snuggled closer. "Then I'll hang tight. I suppose we can annoy Lars a bit longer."

"I'm too scared to doze off," I admitted weakly, grappling with the heaviness of my eyelids, which threatened to seal shut from exhaustion. James planted a kiss on the top of my head, gently stroking my hair.

"I ain't budging. If you slip into that nightmare again, I'll be right here when you wake up. Deal?" he whispered, and I nodded.

I knew that as soon as I drifted off, that same haunting dream would likely rear its ugly head. It was just one more cruel reminder of the growing chasm between James and me. It felt like we were broken, perpetually out of sync, and his nearness both healed and wounded me in equal measure. But in that moment, I was willing to bear the pain if it meant he'd stick by my side.

"I love you, Jamie," I murmured, and he sighed, pulling me close as my body surrendered to sleep.

"I love you too, Nore," his voice was the last thing I heard before drifting off.

February 18, 1992

The bouquet of red roses James had given me was beginning to droop, the once vibrant petals shriveling and browning with each passing day. Yet, the fragrance lingering in the air remained sweet and evocative, as if the flowers were still in full bloom.

I sighed as I ran a brush through my hair, eyeing the dress laid out on the bed for the evening bash. It was the launch party for the new TV network schedule I'd been hired for, and showing up was not just a courtesy but a must.

I hadn't crossed paths with James much since our time at Lars' getaway spot. His absence had become a familiar ache over the last few years, a kind of shield we'd unintentionally built between us over time. Yet, there was always that tiny flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd call out of the blue and bring back that sense of ease with his voice.

To my surprise, the phone did ring that day. I set the brush down on the vanity, hurriedly making my way to the bedside table to answer it, a rush of excitement coursing through me.

“Nore?” the voice on the other end wasn't James', but it still warmed my heart, prompting a smile to spread across my face as I sank back onto the bed, cradling the phone to my ear.

“Lea!” I exclaimed, feeling a surge of joy. “It's been too long! How've you been?”

“I'm great! And you?”

“Oh, you know. Just hanging in there. How's Joe?” I swiftly changed the subject. As much as I adored Leanne, I wasn't ready to spill my guts about how I was really feeling.

“Oh, he's doing fantastic. Actually, that's why I rang you up. We're getting married!” she announced, her excitement palpable, and I couldn't help but smile.

“Lea, that's incredible! When's the big day?”

“It's in August. We figured summer would be perfect. I'm calling to extend the invite; would you do me the honor of being one of my bridesmaids?”

I leaped up, my grin stretching wider across my face. Leanne and I had been thick as thieves since day one; seeing her so thrilled about tying the knot, and knowing she wanted me to be part of her big day, warmed my heart.

“Oh, absolutely!” I exclaimed, a bubbling laugh of joy and surprise escaping my lips. Lea chuckled in response, matching my excitement. “Thank you! I know it's going to be beautiful. Can you fill me in on all the details later?”

The rest of my day sparkled with newfound energy after the news; I even caught myself humming an old song as I finished getting dolled up for the evening bash, weaving my hair into an intricate hairdo my mom had insisted on teaching me.

When I finished getting ready, I checked myself out in the mirror, pretty pleased with the result; the dark blue spaghetti-strap dress hugged my curves just right, with the skirt flaring out at the waist and skimming down to my ankles. A dainty golden choker with crystals adorned my neck, and my long brown locks were styled to perfection, framing my face in all the right places, with my eyes sparkling, cheeks a touch flushed, and lips painted red.

But, of course, I couldn't roll up to an event like that on my own; right on the dot at 7 p.m., I heard the honk signaling my ride had arrived. I sauntered down the stairs, arching an eyebrow in surprise as I stepped outside and spotted the limo parked up front. My old friend Charlotte rolled down the window from the backseat, flashing me a big grin.

“Hey, Nore!” she chirped as I slid into the car, handing over a glass of champagne, which earned a soft chuckle from me. “Ready to rock?”

“I guess I’m a bit jittery. First time going to a party like this one,” I admitted. Now that I was on my way, the thought of facing a swarm of photographers and journalists at the event’s entrance was making me more nervous than I cared to admit, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it.

“Well, it's gonna be a blast, trust me! Everyone who's anyone will be there. I'll be your wingwoman, so don't worry about a thing. I'll make sure you rub elbows with all the big shots you haven't bumped into yet during the shoots.”

I nodded, taking a bit of champagne to settle my nerves, the bubbles dancing on my tongue and momentarily diverting my attention. If my acting career was taking flight now, it was all thanks to Charlie; she'd been the driving force behind my return to the scene after I’d graduated High School, persuading me to switch gears from the Visual Arts program up in San Francisco to Drama School down in Los Angeles, and had even helped me snag my first TV gig.

I'd recently jumped into acting over at the same TV network where Charlotte had been working as an actress for a while. Even though I hadn't wrapped up recording my first project yet, the buzz around a relatively unknown actress snagging the lead in the latest drama series had caught the media’s attention. In just about a year, my life had changed completely, going from being just another face in the crowd to even having paparazzi tail me. But truth be told, I was still getting the lay of the land at the network. Charlie had hit the nail on the head; this party was prime time to make some connections.

We rolled up to the party spot; I soon realized that navigating through the sea of photographers and reporters on that red carpet was no joke. But once I got past the Q&A, which mostly revolved around my work and career, it was time to get down to business. Charlotte ushered me into conversations with all sorts of folks: actors, musicians, executives, and even some of the network's shareholders. It hit me quick that networking at these parties was just as much a part of the job in the entertainment industry as being good at your craft.

The hours zoomed by amid chats, laughter, drinks, and nibbles. Soon, I was feeling drained and decided to grab a bite from the buffet before taking a breather. As I was fixing my plate, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, expecting it to be Charlie, ready to introduce me to someone new.

Never in a million years could I have guessed what awaited me in the next few seconds.

"Nore... Is that really you?" the man exclaimed, looking utterly astonished, and suddenly I was eighteen again, my heart racing in completely uncontrollable pirouettes as my breath hitched, my surprised gaze meeting his, the world filling with color and song as I stared into the eyes of Dave Mustaine.

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