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bubbledtee · 1 year

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𝐎𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐰!𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: mentions of violence typical to the Wild West.

Summary: Headcanons of early 90s!james as an outlaw in the Wild West.

A/N: this made me so happy to write guys I'm def gonna make this like a series probably ^-^ (also this is for @31-4am 🤭🤭 here you go lana)

He’ll act big and tough whenever necessary, but deep down that man is just a big teddy bear who’s just done a few unspeakable things.

He keeps to himself quite a bit, though he does have a big voice when needed.

(For scaring away both animals and men who lay hands on their women and children)

At 6’ 4”, he’s taller than just about everyone he’s ever surrounded by, so he’s hardly bothered when riding through town, following up on leads.

Because of his sheer size and strength, he’s often written off as a big dumb brute.

Which, most of the time, is not an assumption that is all that wrong.

“Goddamnit, where the hell is my hat? I swear, I just had it!”

“It’s on your damn head, dumbass.”

However, he does have his moments of intelligence.

For example, he knows exactly how to, despite his huge appearance, be so quiet and invisible that people in saloons will talk about things like trains and coach routes that are carrying bonds right next to him and not even second guess that he might be listening in. He just always is leaned over, head down with his hat covering half of his face while he sips his beer, somehow being both the largest and smallest person in the room at the same time.

He’s also extremely smart when it comes to animals. Wildlife, livestock, dogs, horses, pretty much all animals, he seems to have unlimited knowledge.

At around 15 when he learned to read after he was picked up by the gang he’s in, one of the first books he really read through was a book on natural history and that really sparked his interest in not just hunting, but the appreciation of the wildlife as well.

And every horse he’s ever had was always treated almost perfectly by him.

They were always fat, happy, and loved.

If any of them were ever stolen (which a few have been in the past.), he’s felt like he needed to go find them.

And he did find them every time.

And every time that he’s had to put down his own horse, it would leave him broken for months, even if he didn’t show it.

It’s his heart of gold that makes him so soft for animals, and sometimes he curses himself for it.

Finally, James’s gunslinging skills are practically flawless, too.

Most people think he’d be too big and clumsy to be able to quickdraw well, so whenever he’s challenged to a duel, both his opponent and bystanders are ready to see him shot straight through the chest.

Though, it never happens.

He’ll always be way too quick for his opponent, and thus he wins every duel he’s apart of.

He doesn’t duel as much as he’s gotten older, though. It was more of a reckless, adrenaline-filling thing he did in his late teens and early twenties, but he realizes just how much he has to provide now that he’s older and higher in the gang, so he’ll only duel if absolutely necessary.

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vetornic · 10 months

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just thinking about james fucking the shit out of me like literally ripping my cunt with his huge cock then just eating the sweets and cookies he would've bought for me by the time before????? still naked ofc

the duality of this mans got me screaming.

like??? idk but i want him to be sweet and caring while putting my favourite pieces of chocolate into my mouth still feeling my pussy throbbing from the overstimulation

I FEEL THAT IT IS HIGHLY POSSIBLE. you cant prove me wrong

#is it too much to ask #rail me handsome boy #fr #i feel like im going insane #but im probably insane lmao #james hetfield #papa het #metallica #vets thoughts #james hetfield fluff #papa het fluff #james hetfield smut #i cant take it #i love him #papa het smut #smut mention

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slvtforjaymz · 5 months

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80s james aka the cutest baby everrrr

i just wanna kiss his cute face and cuddle with him

#james hetfield #james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield smut #james hetfield fluff #papa het #metallica #metallica smut #metallica fanfiction #jaymz #metallica x reader #80s james hetfield #baby i love him sm #he deserves only happiness #80s #80s rockstars #80s james

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metalcowgirl · 5 months

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☆ 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ☆

listen while you read

written 4 @bubbledtee !! i saw your concept and HAD to write about it

warnings: smut, age gaps, adult film, reader is female, degradation, manhandling

word count: 1,598

james was popular in the adult film industry. everyone always talked about how respectful he was to his co-stars and that he would always do his best to make sure you were comfortable.

he was also rumored to make girls squirt with just his mouth alone. you were an amateur, scoring this job as sex was something you valued and considered yourself good at. you also thought doing adult film would help your confidence so you decided to give it a shot.

it was the first day you were meeting james, your partner for this scene. the fellow girls practically stared a hole through you as you walked through those doors, muttering and murmuring about what james would think of you.

it was a teacher / student scene and james had to fuck you in ways you’ve never been before. he had to be super rough with you so he decided to sit and talk to you to make you comfortable beforehand.

you saw the silver fox sitting on the sofa in the main room in the house you were shooting in. he was taking a drag from his cigar. he looked up and saw you, giving a bright smile,

“y/n, right? i’m james, pleasure to meet you”

he held out his hand and you gladly shook it. he was definitely super attractive for a guy his age, older guys had always been your sort of thing, and this was just adding fuel to the fire.

“yeah.. i’m super nervous about this..” you nervously chuckled.

“that’s understandable but i assure you, if you want me to stop at any point you have my word. promise” he gave a sweet smile.

you two talked for a few hours before you had to shoot your scene. you had already gotten so comfortable with him, and maybe even got a little flustered from his flirtatious comments about what a beautiful young woman you were.

you went to change into what the producers/directors had given you. the casual skirt, thong and polo you usually saw in these types of pornos. you did your makeup and touched it up in the living room mirror. you noticed james in the reflection and couldn’t help but stare at him in that suit. it hugged his body just right, the shirt rolled up, showing his many tattoos and buff arms.

you gulped nervously, flustered again as james complimented you once more.

“5 minutes!” the cameraman yelled.

you nervously took a deep breath, james taking notice, “remember what i said, tap me three times for me to stop doing whatever i’m doing, darlin.” you nodded in agreement, understanding him.

the scene began, and you two started off with the casual and cheesy “raise my grades” scenario. james grabbed you by the hips and started to kiss you, trailing down your neck kissing and sucking. you lightly moaned and whimpered at the sensation of his teeth against the skin of your neck. he suckled until he left hickies all over. the camera man moved to an angle so he could capture the both of you.

james shoved you on the desk and slowly removed your panties with his teeth while on his knees. you bit your lip, staring down at the silver fox. you wanted nothing more than him to ravage you. ravage you on camera for the whole world to see. standing back up, he smacked you across your face,

“you’ve always wanted this huh? you’re a little slut, always dressin’ like this for your teacher to see. what a gross girl you are.”

he grabbed you by your face and told you to open wide, spitting in your mouth. he picked you up, putting you ontop his face whilst standing, eating you out. so thats how he stayed so buff at such an age.

tongue exploring your folds and your hard clit, you threw your head back in pleasure. legs already shaking from how sensitive you were, now you knew the rumors were true. this man ate you out like he was starved. the flicks of his tongue made you whimper.

animalistic growls emerging from the back of his throat, he swirled his tongue around your clit. you felt the knot begin to form in your lower half and with that, released all over his face. you began to squirt. it got all in his mouth but he didn’t care. he lapped it up like a dog. he was thirsty for you, like he needed you his entire life.

he lifted you from his face, slamming you back down on the desk as he roughly put fingers to your clit, rubbing quickly, overstimulating you. your eyes widened and quickly rolled back, never feeling a sensation like this before. he was so rough but knew how to make it feel good. he gave your cunt a slap, sending a jolt through your body. you whimpered, earning a chuckle from him.

“get on your knees…”

he groaned as he stroked his cock slowly. you abided, getting on your knees looking up at him with longing.

“open that pretty mouth..”

he chuckled as you did so, slowly pushing himself into your mouth

. “i’m gonna fuck this pretty face” he grunted, make this makeup run..”

you gagged in response, putting a hand to your pussy fingering yourself as he began to thrust into your mouth. he grabbed your head, holding it, thrusting in your mouth sloppily. the groans that came out of him were loud and deep. “rub that pussy for me, darlin” he thrusted a few more times before pulling out. he didn’t want to cum in your mouth—it had to be inside of you.

you got up off of your knees, getting shoved against the desk once again. he bent down to your height, whispering in your ear, “you want me to wreck this pretty little pussy, yeah?” he slowly rubbed at the spot he earlier hit, teasing your folds with his fingertips. you quickly nodded, whimpering a small “yes.”

he roughly spread your legs, his calloused hands rubbing and running against your thighs sending a shiver down your spine. his hot breath hitching against your neck as he kissed down to your chest, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it. he rubbed the tip of his cock against your folds, slapping it on your clit a few times.

you whimpered slightly earning a chuckle out of him. he slowly pushed himself into you. the adjusting to his size caused you to gasp, biting on your lip as you looked up to him with tears forming in your eyes. your makeup was already messed up from him fucking your face. once you confirmed with a smile that you adjusted to him, he wrapped a calloused hand around your throat and began squeezing as he pounded into your cunt.

you could barely breathe from the feeling of ecstasy at this point. you needed more of him. you looked up at him with teary eyes, begging him to go harder. he smirked down at you, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he quickened his pace.

he was balls deep inside of you at this point and you enjoyed every minute of it. you could not wrap your head around how good it felt—he was the most skillful, experienced man you had ever been with. you hoped to have scenes with him in the future. no one has ever made you feel this good.

your thoughts were interrupted by a slap across the face which made you giggle. you were practically a braindead slut at this point, the only thing being on your mind—his cock. his breathing got heavier and more intense.

“gonna cum in this pretty pussy…you want this old man to cum inside you baby?”

he chuckled as you whimpered in response and nodding your head. his thrusts got sloppy as he tightened his grip on your throat again. your eyes filled with tears once again. he bent down to your ear, whispering into it,

“you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever fucked…papa’s gonna fill you up nice and full”

your cheeks flushed pink, eyes rolling back just from his words. what he said made your cunt twitch and you loved every minute of it. you wanted nothing more than to see what it was like for him to cum inside of you. with a few more sloppy thrusts, he spilled inside of you. his cum felt warm, and this moment felt so right. cum spilling out of you and down your thighs, he placed a kiss on your lips.

the cameras cut. james held you for a few minutes, whispering sweet nothings to you before you got yourselves washed up and showered. he stopped you on your way to your dressing room

“hope i wasnt too rough back there, you did damn good for your first time… never came that much before” he chuckled.

his words once again flustered you, “oh really?”

he nodded in response, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, “i meant what i said to you by the way..you really are the prettiest woman i ever fucked..”

“and you’re the most handsome man i ever fucked..” you both chuckled, just staring in eachothers eyes for a moment.

there was so much tension between the two of you. that was something you couldn’t ignore.

you two kissed then and there. he held you close, wrapping arms around you. that moment could last forever. he was such a gentle person outside of sex and you only hoped to have him to yourself.

#kits writings ¡! ❞#james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #metallica smut #metallica #james hetfield fluff #metallica fanfiction #metallica scenarios #papa het x reader #papa het #james hetfield x you

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in-hav3n · 10 months

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𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒

James sighed of tiredness when the elevator brought him to the 6th floor. He just finished rehearsals for the next gig and felt extremely exhausted. They had been touring since a month and a half now and even if he loved the energy brought by the fans and the share of their music, sometimes he just needed a break. And this is exactly what he wanted now.

He opened the door of his hotel suite, wondering if you would be there already. You told him you wanted to do a bit of sightseeing and shopping today since you were in an interesting city. Sometimes you were coming to the rehearsals but not all the time. As James girlfriend, you had also the right to be free and do whatever you wanted.

"(X/Y) ?", James called as closing the door behind him, removing quickly his boots that he kicked away. He scratched his head as he quickly pour some water in a glass to hydrate himself.

"Here baby!", he heard your voice coming from he bathroom and smiled. He was happy you were there cause what he needed right now was a big cuddle time session on the bed, relaxing. He made his way over there to greet you and propose you this wonderful idea until he got an interesting surprise.

"Oh...I see someone Is enjoying herself...", he said with a smile as leaning against the doorframe. You turned around when you heard his voice and smiled back at him. You collected some foam in your hand and blew it in his direction with a giggle.

"Hello handsome! Wanna join? I'm bored to enjoy it all by myself", you replied with a malicious tone. James chuckled and shook his head.

"No need to ask me twice sweetheart". He walked in, closed the door and started to undressed, putting his clothes in a pile next to the sink. Impatient to welcome him in, you already moved inside the tube to give him space. James came in carefully, trying to not fall or broke one of his leg.

"Damn baby, it's hot!", he exclaimed as soon as his ass touched the hot water.

"It's a bath baby! It won't be cold," you giggled as coming behind him when he sat completely in it. You opened your legs and put them on each side of his body so as to have your chest against his back, your tiny arms around him. Naturally your head rested on his shoulder.

"How was your day?"

"Exhausting", James said as taking your hands in his, intertwining your fingers under water.

"Some problems ?", you asked as caressing softly his hair. You knew how hard it could be for them to give 100% of energy at every show with sometimes lack of rest between it. That's why you were always careful that he could have a relaxing time from time to time.

"The usual. Techs problems. Guitars problems and band problems", he sighed and leaned back against you. You cupped his face from behind and kissed his temple.

"Now it's over. Relax baby", you whispered as you started to massage his shoulders in slow movements.

James quickly closed his eyes and moaned of satisfaction. It was feeling so good and this is what he needed right now. You smiled when you felt him untensed under your touch and you couldn't resist to spread some kisses all over his neck.

"I love you...", he whispered, lost in his thoughts.

He was so lucky to have you with him. You two talked a lot about you coming on tour with them because of the difficult schedules and lot of travels all the time but now he realized it was the best decision you two could have ever taken. He needed some time off from Metallica, the bands discussions. With you it was always calm and relaxing and this what he needed the most.

"I love you too..", you whispered back with a smile as kissing his shoulder now, your hands stopping the massage for spreading some sweet caresses on his back.

You always loved this tenderness between the two of you. You never imagined James would be like this, considering his metalhead style and his behavior on stage or with the others, but with time, you discovered that it was what he needed. Maybe because this is what he missed the most when he was a kid ? You didn't know and probably never knew but you were happy to provide him and to share this with him.

After a while, James turned on the tube and decided to switch your positions. He leaned against one of the side, opened his legs and arms to welcome you. You smiled at the index he moved on to invite you to come and in a move, you ended up leaning against his chest for a cuddle. He embraced you from behind, holding you tight as he smelled the place just right behind your ear.

"Can we stay forever in this bath?", he whispered, closing his eyes. He never felt so peaceful since a long time and it's always with you by his side.

You chuckled softly, lifting up your hand to caress his cheek. "We can baby...but we'd be crumpled after".

"I don't care, as long as I'm crumpled with you in my arms...", he seriously said and this made you chuckle again.

Your head rested on his shoulder and you both kept silence. James softly caressed your hair, caressing them from your scalp as you absentmindedly played with his fingers, analyzing every detail of them, every little mark left by his guitar chords. You took every finger and started to kiss the tip tenderly, like if you wanted to heal them.

"They are used..", you let out after some time.

"I know..", James smiled behind your back and bend to look at it. "But I'm not in pain... Maybe I'll be in 40 years"

You chuckled at his joke. "I hope not. I want to listen to you playing music forever...". James only answered with a tender kiss on top of your head.

When the water started to get cold and when you were crumpled enough, you decided to go out of the bath. James helped you to carefully stepped out of the basin without falling on the ground. After a quick thanks, you grabbed a towel to wrap yourself up in it while you already prepared one for him.

Once he was on the bathroom carpet, James smiled at your tender gesture. He was used to be the one that was taking care of you but he also appreciated when you were changing roles. You gently wrapped him up too, taking an extra towel for his hair that you slowly dried with it. From all his height, James looked over you caressing your cheekbone when you finished your task.

"You're sweet", you told him with a smile as moving on your tiptoes to smack him sweetly on the lips. James smiled, holding you by your shoulders before embracing you.

You told him to go to bed while you tidied up a bit the mess in the bathroom, cleaning the bathtub and so on. In less than ten minutes, you went back into your room and found James completely naked, on his stomach, head on the pillow, sleeping like a baby. He was so tired that he didn't even put on his boxer to sleep.

You smiled and climbed on the bed like a cat to lay down next to him in the same position, moving carefully to not awake him. Then your leg intertwined with his and you embraced him with your side, caressing slowly his arms. He was completely exhausted, you could tell with the deep breath you were hearing. You lovingly smiled at this cute vision of him and slowly rubbed his back.

"Good night my love..." you whispered as plating a soft and delicate kiss on his temple.

A/N : Another sweet ask from an anon, hope you'll like it! Thanks to my good friend @liltingoddesss for her help with this!

#james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #papa het #request #request 3 #black album era james #romantic/fluff #james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield fic #Cute moment with James

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tenderyellowbluefics · 5 months

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I’m so unbelievably not normal about James with a mullet it’s concerning.

#need him #down so unbelievably bad #do I need therapy?#possibly #james hetfield #james hetfield metallica #james hetfield smut #papa het #james hetfield fluff #metallica

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w0niecult · 1 year

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AHDHAJA I WAS ON PINTEREST AND I FOUND A CENSORED PICTURE OF KIRK IN A SHOWER CAP AND SOMEONE IN THE COMMENTS SAID TO LOOK UP LARS ULRICH SHOWER CAP PIC AND IF YOU CLICK ON ONE OF THE PICTURES AND SCROLL YOU'LL SEE AN (ALBEIT GRAINY) UNCENSORED PIC OF KIRK

i can rest easy having seen that pic, but the point of this was have YOU seen the pic?

I know the exact pin on Pinterest, and photo of Kirk that you’re talking about💀💀

and being reminded of it’s existence is, well, unpleasant.

EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT PHOTO IS SO INCREDIBLY CURSED😭😭😭

THE WAY HES JUST HOLDING IT WITH A BIG SMILE😀😀😭💀💀

here’s is the uncensored photo btw

#bambi’s thoughts ⛧#hi nonnie!#metallica #kirky kirk<3 #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett fluff #kirk hammett smut #kirk hammett #james hetfield #jamie my beloved #papa het #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield smut #the Pinterest comments of fans whining about the size #do you seriously expect him to be packing 12 inches of dick #Like why are they so obsessed #😟😟

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wa1ks · 7 months

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Hey Waiks! I saw your new and you seem so sweet oml😭

I was wonderin if you would do this request as your too a James gurlie like meee

So my vision is your James girl best friend and have been for a long long time. Little do you know, James has a size kink and has a PHAT crush on you. He adores the fact your only 5’1 and curvy (in total just his type from head to toe) and you’re on tour with him.

He just finished a concert and was pissed off for some random reason so you innocently ask him what’s wrong. Your drinking a beer with him in your hotel room but he soon enough gets impatient and fucks your brains out.

LIKE UGH OMG I CANT🙇‍♀️

Many many thanks, Vee <3xx

CW: Smut, P in V, alcohol, size kink

WC: 1.6k

Thank you sm omg you're so sweet <33

AHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA!! I can imagine any era james for this but blackalbum! james is whats popping up in my brain for that (if its not good im sorry 😭)

Being best friends with James Hetfield is quite a roller coaster, but I love him, and if going on tour with him makes him happy, then I'll do it without a second thought.

I'm sitting on the side of the stage waiting for the guys to finish their set so I can congratulate them for another amazing show, but something seems off about James. I mean, he always performs to the best of his abilities, but tonight he just seems more...angry?

The guys finally finish the set and thank the crowd for the amazing night. As James walks up to me, I can feel his anger radiating off of him. What best friend would I be if I didn't check to see whats wrong?

"Hey boys, that was an amazing show you put on tonight, but I'm going to take James back to the hotel for the night."

Lars begins to say, "Ooh, Hetfield, you're going to get some pus." In a pissed-off tone, James cuts him off, "Shut it, Ulrich."

We make it to the car, and James is in the drivers seat. After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, I speak up.

"James, you know you can come to me for anything, right?"

James turns to me with a fake smile planted on his face and says, "Dude, I love you to bits, but I don't think you want to hear about my girl's problems."

As he said it, all the air in my lungs seemed to vanish, and a feeling of dread washed over me. Don't let your feelings show; this is James' moment, and I need to worry about him.

"Girl problems, eh? Well, I'm a girl, so maybe I could help you figure everything out for you."Don't let the jealousy show, please, not now; James needs me.

"It's fine; she probably doesn't like me back anyway," James whispers.

"James, you are so blind; how could someone not like you? but if you want to drop it, we can."

Just like that, there's a gleam in his eyes again as he replies, "Thank you, and when we get back to the hotel, we are so going to drink since you rudely stole me away from the guys."

We got back to the hotel and decided to bunker up in my room for the night since it was more convenient. I tell James that I'm just going to get changed into some comfy clothes and that I'll be right out. I walk back into the living room in some shorts and one of James' shirts and see James' gaze linger over my exposed thighs. Huh, weird.

I grab us both some beers and settle into the couch, but James is still looking at my thighs, so I pull my legs up to my chest and sit like that.

"James, are you sure you don't want to talk about anything? You seem really off today."

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I didn't get enough sleep last night, though." James says he's still looking at me like I'm a goddess or something.

I shuffle around a bit on the couch and hear James' breath hitch. My thoughts are now running wild with how he's looking at me. Calm down; he's probably just lost in thought.

We talk for about 10 minutes before I notice there's something else in his eyes. I can't quite decipher it yet. We're just aimlessly talking at this point when James leans in and kisses me like his life depends on it. He pulls away and gets up, grabbing his things in a rush and mumbling things like "why did I do that? I'm such an idiot" and "I just ruined the best thing that ever happened to me." I finally manage to catch on to what he's doing and grab his arm, trying to get him to look at me.

"James, calm down; I'm not going anywhere. I promise" He looks back at me and says, "But I just kissed you."

I look at him like he has three heads, and suddenly I get what's up with him tonight.

"James, it was ok—more than ok, actually. I enjoyed it."

He turns around, and suddenly he's lunging at me, and when he finally gets to me, our lips smash together in a mess of desire and admiration. Years of longing and lust all spilled out in a matter of moments.

We pull away for air, and he says, "You don't know how long I've been waiting to do that."

He adds, "I've been in love with you for years, you idiot." With a huge smile on my face, I reply, "It seems like we're both idiots, because I've been in love with you for years too."

James then pushes me onto my back on the couch and gets on top of me, encompassing me with his arms stationed right above my shoulders and his long hair blocking us out from the outside world. And my thoughts are filled with "james, james, james, james."

He gives me a quick peck before moving down my neck, licking and sucking at it like a madman, before looking back up at me and asking me if he can take my shirt off. I nod at him, but he stops. "I'm going to have to hear you, hon."

I whine as my cheeks burn from how much I'm blushing, and I plead, "Jamie, please, I need you. Stop teasing me."

"That's what I wanted to hear."

He continues where he left off, but he's doing it slower. I'm getting so worked up, but he can't tease me without consequences, so I brush my foot against his hardening cock, and he stills his movements. And straight-up growls

He pulls us off the couch, and when I try and ask him what he's doing, he pushes me against the wall.

"Aww, look at you—so little and fragile in my hands. I could easily pound into you right here; do you want that doll?" James speaks through his teeth.

I try to speak, but the only thing that escapes my mouth is a moan.

"Does my bunny like me crowding her like this, huh? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

James has me pinned to the wall, and his knee is between my thighs, and the friction is so delicious.

"James, can you please hurry up and fuck me?" I whine out.

"Don't worry, hon, we'll get to that later, but right now I'm enjoying watching you get yourself off my thigh," he laughs.

I don't want to sound like a brat, but I need him, and I need him now.

I feel my release building up, and when I'm about to finish, James pulls his leg away with a wicked smile, and I almost cry.

"Don't cry, sweetheart; you'll get your release soon. Can you pull your shorts and panties down for me now, please?" I do as he says, and he praises me for it.

"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?" He knows I am; he just wants to draw this out for as long as he can.

"Mhm, been ready for you, Jamie."

James pulls his pants down and thrusts into me, filling me to the hilt. After I've adjusted to his size, he starts slowly dragging out his thrusts. I squeal because he feels so good. "Feel so full, Jamie, so good. Keep going, please, please."

He seemed to enjoy that, and his pace quickened, pounding into me at a brutal pace. Through gritted teeth, he manages to say, "This pussy feels so tight and warm, just for me, yeah?"

"Just for you, Jamie, all yours; I'm all yours."

He adjusts his arms under my ass so he can get a better hold on me, and while doing that, he gives my ass a smack.

I let out a moan. "Right there, Jamie, keep going; feel so full." "M'girl, you're gripping me so hard; if you keep it up, I'm not going to last."

With one particularly hard thrust, we both let out moans that are borderline pornographic. His thrusts are getting sloppy; he must be close.

"Jamie, I'm going to cum. Can I cum please? I've been a good girl for you. Please let me cum."

"Hold on a little bit longer, hon. Wanna cum together?" "Where do you want it?"

My mind is shouting at me at this point. "Inside, please Jamie, I just want to feel you."

James then says, "Now, let go, hon. C'mon, cum sweets." With a final thrust, we both finish. I can feel his warm cum filling me up to the brink. When he pulls out and some of his seed spills out, he uses his thumb to push it back in and then gets me to suck it clean.

"Wow, that was something," I say out of breath.

James doesn't say a word; he simply lifts me up bridal style, puts me down gently onto the bed, and walks out. For a second, my heart cracks, and I think, "He just used me," but he comes back with a warm washcloth and cleans up the mess between my thighs. After he's done with that, he puts some boxers on me and lays beside me.

"Feelin' ok, sweetheart?" James says softly "Better than ok, Jamie, thank you." "Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?" "Jamie, stop worrying. I feel amazing; you're amazing." "I meant it; you know what I said earlier. I do love you." And in that moment, he seemed so vulnerable, so I hugged him. "I love you too, Jamie. I love you so much it hurts."

"D'ya wanna be my girlfriend?" He says it shyly. "You just fucked my brains out and gave me the best orgasm of my life, and you're getting shy about asking me out? but of course I'll be your girlfriend, you big idiot."

With a huge smile on both our faces, we slowly drift off to sleep, embraced in each other's arms.

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nostallicca · 8 months

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The Memory Remains

~ Heavy rings hold cigarettes, up to lips that time forgets, while the Hollywood sun sets behind your back. And can’t the band play on? ~

Episode 1: Mirror Vain

Warnings: Alcohol usage, mentions of throwing up, mentions of drug usage

Fortune, fame Mirror, vain Gone insane But the memory remains

The year was 1999 and you had just graduated high school. 18 years old...18 years old. That's when they say your life truly begins. You have your whole life in front of you. All the milestones are still there for you to experience. Finding the right man, getting married, having children and living an ordinary, predictable life. But you wanted something not ordinary. You wanted something extraordinary. Despite outside pressure, you did not know what you wanted but you knew that it was not what they wanted for you. And you were fine with that.

You checked the time. 6:37PM. You sat in front of the mirror, applying the last strands of your eyelashes with mascara. The ball of anxiety in your stomach was almost enough to cancel all your plans right there. But you had decided to not let the anxiety make your decisions for you anymore. You downed the last of your beer, hoping that the last mouthful of alcohol would eventually have the effect that your were chasing. You took a quick peek outside your window and saw the car you had been waiting for. Celeste. Celeste was your best friend and she had managed to fix a ride to this party you were going to. You had no idea who was going to be there and that's maybe what made you so god damn anxious. You were not a particularly shy person, just timid? Yeah maybe timid was the right word. You hurried, grabbing your purse and a worn out jean jacked that actually matched your outfit for once. You were wearing a tight, white mini dress with a pair of white, slightly dirty sneakers and the jean jacket. Your hair was kind of messy but somehow it looked intentional. You took a glance in the mirror, touching up your lipgloss when you heard the car honking the horn one more time. You stepped outside and was hit with the stifling weather of San Francisco on this particular summer night. Stepping in to the car you were hit with the smell of weed smoke and beer. The two girls who were sitting beside you in the back were complete strangers to you. Amanda, a petite blonde with major fuck me eyes and red pouty lips. And Hannah, a curly haired brunette with big brown eyes. They were nice enough but Celeste who was sitting in the front seat was the only reason you were even here. Celeste's boyfriend was driving, slightly annoyed by the constant chatting coming from Celeste and your mouths mixed with the loud instrumentals of Mötley Crue's kickstart my heart, combined with Amanda's and Hannah's voices somehow managing to overbear the actual music. Celeste handed you a beer and you quickly chugged it knowing you were going to need it.

Arriving at the destination of the party made you squirm. First of all, you had to enter a closed gate and then drive for a while to reach the actual house. The house was huge, with a slight farm vibe. There were people everywhere. On the front yard, on the outside patio and the music was LOUD. The music was definetely up to your standards though. Pantera, The Misfits, The Stones were just a few bands that were piercing through your ears. You, Celeste and the two girls Amanda and Hannah joined forces and started walking up the rocky trail leading up to the house. Before even entering the house you were faced with a few girls throwing up on the front yard and a few girls holding their hair back. If they weren't friends before that, they would definetely become friends after that. That's a universal bonding experience for all girls. As soon as you entered the house, Celeste brought you in to a bathroom for a couple shots of cheap, imported, lukewarm vodka. The bathroom was very big with hard wood floors, two sinks with two big slightly stained mirrors. A big very fancy shower with marble flooring. The bathroom smelled like a mix of aftershave, wood and smoke. You could feel the two shots of vodka coupled with the three beers you had catch up to you, impairing your already barely there judgement. Walking out to the party, all of a sudden you came to halt. You felt like you had just collided with a brick wall, head first. It took a few seconds for you to realize that it was in fact NOT a brick wall but a human chest. A man's chest to be precise. You apologized before you even raised your head to face the person you just bumped your head into. Raising your head, you were faced with a tall and buff man with shoulder length, dirty blonde hair. Wearing a white t-shirt slightly covering a few tattoos on his arms. He let out a low chuckle and a slight grin ''Woah, watch out there sweetheart'' he said before walking past you and into the bathroom while having a blonde chick glued to his arm, entering the bathroom with him. That same ball of anxiety had entered your body once again which forced you to drink yet some more. You found a bottle of Jägermeister on a dresser that looked to have cost more than your monthly check. You grabbed the bottle and took a few chugs from it.

Taking a small tour of the house you noticed who's house you might have entered. You saw a few platinum and gold certified albums hung up on the wall. A bunch of guitars and gear that only someone who was professionally into music would possess. It was clear that the house you were in belonged to one of the members of Metallica. You knew Metallica obviously. Everyone on the face of the earth probably knew about Metallica. You were not a particularly big fan but they were a good band and you had heard some of their songs. But just the knowledge of you being in a world renowned rockstar's house was enough for you to get slightly more excited than you were before.

You and Celeste were having a good time dancing and fighting off unwanted attention from absolutely hammered guys who definetely had a drink or two more than they should have. Your vision hade become slightly blurred after the extra chugs of Jägermeister that you hadn't even noticed that the man standing across the room from you was the same guy you collided with while exiting the bathroom. The same blonde chick was still attached to his arm as if she was afraid he could find someone better any second and leave her behind. He was something different. He had an aura about him that was so unique. It was almost as if he had a visable halo around him at all times. Your eyes were now stuck on him and he couldn't help but notice you as well from across the room. You saw him place the beer bottle to his lips and taking a big chug while locking his eyes with yours. With the liquid courage now in your body, you couldn't bear to look away. None of you broke eye contact for the next however many seconds that felt like an eternity until the blonde girl permanently attached to his arm seemed to notice and managed to steal his attention from you for a second by dragging her hands up his arm to his shoulder. He sneaked a quick glance to her before shifting his eyes to you again. You still had your eyes on him when you left Celeste's side and walked off in to the kitchen. You placed your back against the kitchen counter and took a few deep breaths. Somehow that man who was a complete stranger to you had managed to take your breath away by just a look. By just existing. You didn't turn around until you heard a low yet strong voice that was somewhat familiar to you. ''Looking for something?'' You turned your head quickly to look where the voice was coming from. There he was. Standing tall and proud while opening another bottle of beer with the help of the kitchen counter's edge. ''Oh, no not really'' you said with a slightly slurred speech. He looked you up and down which made your knees weak and gave you a slight shiver across your chest. ''You want a beer?'' he said while taking a sip. ''Sure, thanks''. He grabbed a bottle of beer and yet again opened it with the help of the kitchen counter edge. He reached over the counter to give you the bottle. You took it from his hand and the slight touch of his big hand sent a warm flush across your body. He took his hand and pushed some of his dirty blonde hair back ''So, what's your name?'' He asked while staring into your soul. ''I'm Olivia''. ''Olivia...hm'' he said dragging out the a at the end, making it sound better than ever before. ''How did you end up in my house anyway?'' The question gave you a weird feeling. You felt misplaced and put on the spot. Was it just an innocent question or was it intented to make you feel nervous? If it was the case, he certainly managed to do so. You felt your cheeks become hotter and you looked down while answering in a lower tone than usual ''I came with a few friends''. He nodded while gritting his teeth. ''Well, welcome to my shithole'' he said while letting out a small chuckle. You flashed him an inch of your smile while putting the bottle of beer up to your lips and taking a sip. ''Thank you, it's an honor''. He downed the last of his beer while keeping his eyes on you before letting out a small grunting noise and walking over to you. Your body became tense immediately and he seemed to notice. He grabbed your hand and dragged you along with him. You followed him aimlessly while holding the beer bottle with your other hand. You could feel your hand slightly gliding off the bottle because of your sweaty palm. You could feel people's eyes on you which made you push your head down to avoid any and all eye contact. You walked up behind him on a flight of stairs. Up there it was a lot more calm, almost no people. As if he had told everyone when they entered his house that this part of the house was off limits.

END OF EPISODE 1 - I did not want to end it here but the word count was too much. Let me know if u like it and if u want me to continue <3

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liltingoddesss · 10 months

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thinking about writing a story <3

black album james x reader OR original character (not sure yet, i'll probably post a poll soon)

#james hetfield #metallica #papa het #james #hetfield #black album #fanfic #fluff #smut #angst #i need him #i'm excited about this idea #hope y'all like it

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bubbledtee · 1 year

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𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡

Warnings: none, just domestic fluff with Jamie and your daughter,

Summary: Your daughter, Aurora, has her first snow since she was a baby and James and you take her out to play.

Pairing: Death Magnetic!James Hetfield x fem!reader w/ 18-month-old daughter

Word count: 1295

A/N: forgive me if this sucks guys i didn't proofread and I finished it at 12:15 pm last night.

“Go to Daddy, baby! I’ll be right there,” you tell the toddler, gaining a big smile from her before she turns and runs to the front door from the kitchen, the sound of her little nonsensical babbles as she ran down the hallway melting your heart.

“Daddy!” she calls out, making James chuckle as she jumped into his arms as if it was the first time she’d seen him that day.

“Hi, baby.” he hums, soaking in her big bear hug as much as he could as he kisses her cheek. “I love you,” he whispers as he squeezes her for a moment before she leans back from the hug, breaking away from it. James reluctantly lets her go, picking up her shoes from the floor beside him. “Alright, sit down, hun.” he says, to which the toddler listens, plopping down on the floor.

“Shoe!” the toddler exclaims, to which both you and James laugh as you walk into the room.

“That’s right, that is a shoe, sweetie.” James chuckles as he puts the shoe on her foot and buckles the velcro before grabbing the other and repeating the same process with her other foot.

You look out of the window to watch as the snow falls, the ground completely covered in inches of white flurries. “You’re gonna have so much fun out there, Rora!” you tell her as you reach for your own coat and pull it on, your little girl smiling up at you with so much joy that you thought she could just explode.

“You haven’t seen snow since you were itty bitty last year, huh?” James asks the toddler.

“Yeah,” she nods, making you and James smile even harder.

“You understand just about everything mommy and I say now, don’t you?” James chuckles as he slips her hands through her coat.

“Yeah,” Aurora repeats with another nod.

“You’re so smart, sweetheart,” James says, slipping his own coat on before grabbing Aurora’s hat and putting it on her head.

As you slip your coat on and zip it up, you look down at her, “You ready to go play, Rora?” you ask, gaining a little nod from the girl.

“Let’s go then, princess,” James smiles and grabs Aurora’s mitten-covered hand as he opens the door, revealing inches upon inches of snow to her. Immediately, the little girl squeals in pure excitement and allows James to guide her out into the yard, snowflakes falling all around.

You laugh as you trudge behind them, watching as James lets go of her hand and she immediately plops down in the snow. She grabs a clump of the white powder in both of her hands and smiles up at you and James, “Snow!” she exclaims.

“You’re so smart, Rora,” you say as you sit down in the snow with her, James groaning as he sits too. You lean against him, attempting to absorb his warmth in the freezing temperature of your surroundings.

James looks down at you with a loving grin, his eyes soft. “Have I ever thanked you for giving me such a perfect daughter?” he asks, making you giggle slightly.

“A time or two, maybe,” you respond sarcastically, “Have I ever thanked you for being such a perfect dad to her?”

James chuckles before responding, “A time or two, maybe,”

He bows his head down, planting a few kisses on your lips as you bring your hand up to the back of his head. The kisses linger as you gently run your fingers through his hair, his beard scratching slightly at your face until you were suddenly interrupted.

“Daddy!” Aurora exclaims, standing up and running over just to plop right between you two.

You giggle as James speaks to her, “Oh, do you need love too, Rora?” he asks, wrapping her into a hug and peppering her face with kisses. The bubbly giggles that erupted from the little girls chest were enough to melt a frozen heart, her tiny voice echoing through the air while James’s beard scratches her face.

“Daddy! No!” she hiccups out between laughs as she attempts to weakly push him away, her body wriggling in his grip.

“But I thought you wanted love, sweetheart!” he chuckles before planting more kisses to her cheeks and forehead. The girl shrieks as she somehow wriggles from his grip and lands in the snow before climbing to her feet and darting into your arms.

The girl giggles as she hides from James within your arms, “Is Mommy protecting you now?” he asks with a hearty chuckle, watching as the girl hides her face against your chest with a little laugh. “You’re silly, baby.” he says before laying on his back in the snow with a firm grunt, “Guess I’ll just have to make a snow angel all alone then,” James sighs, his sarcasm making you laugh as you adjust your hold on Aurora.

“You’re not gonna make a snow angel with Daddy?” you ask the toddler, brushing a melted snowflake from her rosey cheek. She peeks over at him as snow falls onto his face, the flakes sticking in his beard and melting on his skin.

You set the girl down again, her curiosity obviously piqued as to why James was laying on the ground. She waddles over to where James’s head lays, and crouches down to observe him for a moment before deciding to lay down, too.

“Now move your arms and legs, princess.” James instructs as he demonstrates the action. It doesn’t take long for the girl to pick up on it as she begins moving her arms and legs too, forming her own snow angel beside James. “Good job, baby! So smart,” James praises as he watches her.

“Mommy!” Aurora exclaims, trying her hardest to tell you it was your turn with the limited vocabulary she had.

“Alright, alright.” you laugh before laying on your back and repeating the process the other two had just done, making a snow angel of your own. As James stands, he picks Aurora up, being careful not to ruin the creation either him or she had made.

“Look at how tiny yours is, sweetpea.” James coos to Aurora as he stands back and observes the family art piece. “But mine’s not quite right is it, hun?” he asks the girl, setting her down on her feet as you stand.

“What’s wrong with it?” you ask as you brush the snow from your pants and move to pick Aurora back up, her head almost immediately leaning on your shoulder in exhaustion as you rest her on your hip.

James doesn’t answer you as he draws a halo around the tops of both yours and Aurora’s angel’s heads, only to draw a pair of devil horns on his own.

“Much better,” the man chuckles, making you giggle as you stand back and observe with him, your hand gently rubbing at Aurora’s back in a soothing motion. “A devil and his two beautiful angels.” he murmurs as he looks down at you, sending a red flush across your already-pink cheeks.

“Oh, shut up, James…” you laugh before he leans down and presses a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Never,” he chuckles softly before planting another kiss on the top of Aurora’s head. “‘Cause then I couldn’t tell either of you ‘I love you’,” he nearly whispers. His hand rubs a small circle into Aurora’s back as he speaks up louder again, “Alright, let’s go get you somethin’ to eat and then a nap then, munchkin.” he says as you start walking back toward the house together. “Maybe we can all nap together, how’s that sound?”

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vetornic · 11 months

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I'm just thinking about ranch au with james

for example, how after hard day at the barn, you would get on your horses, go into the forest to get a ride, and just have a moment for yourself doing what you both love.

James, being James, would race you on his beloved bay mare, wanting to win at all costs. He was just like a little kid, giggling and goofing around. You watched him being all happy from the top of your gelding. It was all you needed.

However, when you got home, James would not spare his tenderness towards you. He'd kiss the top of your head, put his hands on your hips rubbing on them. His grip was intense. You knew what he wanted and you were more than delighted to give it to him.

"How about you save the horses tonight and ride a cowboy instead?" he purred his voice being low and husky.

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slvtforjaymz · 4 months

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hes so daddy like i cant take it anymore i need him.

imagine you are cuddling with him in bed skin to skin. your back is pressed against his chest and his arm is around your body. he whispers sweet things in your ear with is deep voice which sends your stomach into butterflies. gahhhhhhhh i want him so bad please like i can’t describe the way he makes me feel

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metalcowgirl · 5 months

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𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝟗𝟑

based on is there somewhere by halsey.

listen while you read

warnings: tear jerking angst, unrequited love, smut, sex, mentions of alcohol, drunk james

word count: 835

hotel rooms. there was a sense of intimacy and familiarity about them. there are only those who occupy the room as well as the four walls surrounding it. a thin wall allowed you to hear conversations, whispers and buzzing fluorescent lights. a silent symphony of whispers and secrets seemed to sound from the thin walls of the hotel room

conversations from neighboring rooms leaked through, the muffled cadence of footsteps and distant laughter creating a sense of solidarity. it had become a sanctuary for you over the past six months, a place you could hide secrets and steal kisses. it was the place where you would meet james nightly.

like clockwork, james walked in at exactly 3:00am. he wasted no time pulling your shirt over your head, getting ontop of you and placing soft kisses on your neck. he said nothing as his fingers lowered down to the band of your jeans sliding them down. he hooked his fingers in your laced panties and looked at you for your approval. you let him.

you knew you would never have him. his presence was bittersweet. forever a reminder of the harsh reality. but this was the closest you would ever be to loving him—him loving you. this love was confined to your heart and your head only. never to leave this room. the words “i love you” to never leave james’ lips.

his fingers entered your core, you melting into his touch. you moaned into his mouth as he gently kissed you. it was hard to ignore the taste of alcohol and cigarette smoke. it infiltrated your nose, the taste hitting the back of your throat. james knew just how to please you.

james was clearly drunk, just as he often was on nights like these. he pulled down your panties, hungrily going down on you. his tongue danced across your clit, sucking and licking on the sensitive bud. you gripped the stained sheets, toes curling and noises emerging from the back of your throat.

james inserted two fingers inside your pussy, curling them upward. almost on command, you released all over his fingers as he gazed up at you. he pulled his fingers out, sticking them in your mouth making you taste your own juices.

james sat up, undoing his pants. his already rock hard cock springing free. he positioned himself against your entrance, “you look so beautiful like this…” he said, his breath against your face. he slowly pushed in, earning a moan from you. he grabbed one of your breasts, squeezing it in one hand.

james gripped your hips with such force that it would leave bruises for a few days. he slowly thrusted into you. his rhythm was off as he was clearly intoxicated. the sweat dripped down his face. he bit and sucked on your neck, leaving love bites.

james looked at you with such lust yet love in his eyes. you knew that it would always be like this, nothing more. james’ thrusts started to get sloppy, signaling he was close. he placed a few more kisses on your lips as he then wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling you closer.

with a few more thrusts, he released while rubbing your clit with his thumb. he moaned out. he slowly pulled out, his load dripping from your hole and down onto the already stained motel bed sheets.

james looked at you, giving you a kiss before getting up and going to shower.the moment hung in the air for a few moments. ‘maybe there’s a chance’ you thought. so, once james emerged from the bathroom, you decided to sit him down.

"i understand that you're with lacey, and i respect that. i don't expect you to feel the same way. i just needed you to know, for my own sake. it's okay if you can't reciprocate these feelings. i value our connection, even if it can't be what i wish it to be."

james looked at you, shocked at the words that were spilling from your lips,

"i appreciate your honesty," he finally responded, his tone once filled with confidence, laced with vulnerability and guilt, "i want to be transparent too. i care about you a lot, but my feelings are not romantic. i'm in a different place right now. i’m with lacey…but you make me feel so good..isn’t that what’s important?” you said nothing, instead falling further into james’ arms as he held you. he soon fell asleep.

as morning rose, you awoke to james being gone. a note was left on the nightstand: "y/n,

i find myself at a crossroad. lacey deserves my full commitment, and it's time for me to honor that.

you have made me feel alive in ways i can't fully express, but i must navigate life further without you.

take care of yourself. you deserve all the happiness the world can offer. maybe in another life we will work out.

james."

room 93 would forever represent what could have been.

#maddie's writings ¡! ❞#james hetfield #james hetfield x reader #metallica #papa het #metallica smut #james hetfield fluff #james hetfield smut

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