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girlwifteef · 1 year

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"The Real RomCom" Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

Summery: You and Kirk are talking and clear the air of any awkwardness on why you’re so shy and bond :P (fluff, fluff, fluffy, fluff.) (also not proof read)

TW: Alcoholism, mentions of drugs, name calling, anxiety, language.

PT 3

1984-85 Kirk Hammett

Your conversation migrated back to the kitchen where you both are now sitting opposite from each other on the counter top drinking water.

“I knew you guys were before I came here.” you embarrassingly admitted. It is an every day that you meet a famous band. You were shocked you were going through telling Kirk this, but here you are. “ as you can see, I have a great taste in music.” You jokingly boast pointing to your shirt. The only way you knew how to hide your anxiety was to laugh your way out of the situation.

Kirk left at your sarcasm, “Yep, I’m well aware.”

“I’ve been reading about you guys too. Listening to the music was awesome but I like reading what makes up the band, you know?”

Kirk quickly agrees with you, “Yeah absolutely! I do the same thing with music and movies. But why didn’t you say you were a fan?”

They were it was. The question you were dreading the whole night, “why are you so quiet?” you thought, “does she speak?” there is no denying you had social anxiety, but you didn’t like having to blow out about it when someone decided it was a problem. You didn’t want it to be anybody’s business because you’re the one who has the problem. You have several lines you have picked out when the situation in springs itself onto you. Most of them, being sarcastic, rude, and snarky with a dash of smart ass. But you knew now that you wanted to be honest with the guy you like. “ Well, I have some anxiety when I’m at parties, which is a big reason I don’t go to them, Beck does, though, all the time.” You say, trying to keep your voice loud enough so Kirk can hear you but quiet enough that other people can’t.

Kirk understandably nods, taking a mental note that you don’t like party’s. “I know it doesn’t seem like it but I don’t like being around people all that much either.”

You blink at his words, “But you’re a performer. You’re constantly on stage in front of thousands of people.”

“Yeah, but the talking part is my downfall.”

You tilt your head back while making an “ooo” sound. “Well, you’re not doing too bad right now.”

He chuckled catching your tone, “Heh, thanks. I could say the same. Could.” He smirked.

You let out a laugh, “Wow. Thank you so much Kirk, my anxiety is cured.” Lightly nudging his leg with your foot, you realize what song started to play. “Hey I know how to play this song!” You yelled over a very loud version of “The Trooper”.

Kirks eye were as wide as saucers, “You play?!” He asked, shocked and impatient waiting for your answer.

You nod quickly, “yeah on my guitar!”

Hearing this, Kirk wasted no time jumping from the counter, taking your hand and pulling you out of the kitchen. “Whoa, whoa, slow down! Where are we going!?” You laughed as Kirk and you ripped through the swinging doors and b-lining for the stairs. Barely missing the people you both were zipping passed

“You’ve got to be the coolest fucking chick here. I’m gonna show you something.” He said taking two at a time up the stairs. You never read anything saying Kirk had agility, you were impressed.

You quickly pushed the thought away as Kirk had almost run into someone as you approached the top of the stairs. “Holy hell Kirk, slow down! You’re gonna kill someone!” You cackle as you hear a faint apology leave him.

By shear luck, you both make it to the top of the stairs in one piece. You catch Beck’s curious eyes. “Don’t mind us!” Kirk yelled, whilst everyone now minding us. Not knowing in the moment how to respond to Beck, you shrug your shoulders as Kirk pulls you out of sight.

-Earlier after Beck’s chat with Lars:

Lars plopped down onto the couch with Beck sitting in the love seat across from him. “Beck I swear we were just having fun- Ow!” James and Cliff look up from the conversation they were having.

Beck cut off Lars’ statement by chucking a pillow at him. “I don’t wanna fucking hear it, I told you that she doesn’t drink like that and it wouldn’t help.” She yelled pointing her finger in an accusing way at Lars, in result made him sink lower in to the seat.

“What the hell did you do now Lars?” James asked shooting a questioning look over to his friend. Lars opened his mouth to defend himself but was quickly interjected by Beck, “You’re drummer got my best friend drunk because he thought she “needed it”. You don’t know how she get when she’s drunk! It can be a serious hand full sometimes.”

“Dude it’s not like I drugged her!” Lars spat.

“I don’t fucking know that!” Beck fired back.

“Well I’m sure she’s fine now, Kirk’s got her downstairs, so could you both please. Chill the fuck out.” Cliff supplied, quieting the “brats” of the group as Kirk put it one day. Beck and Lars gave each other a glare before sulking quietly in their seats.

“Do you guys want to play Gin or do you wanna continue hating each other?” James asked. Beck gave a final look to Lars as Beck sighed and got out of her seat to play. Lars following suit and ironically, forcing to sit next to her. “Okay,” James began. “We all know how to play yes?” Beck, Cliff, and Lars all nod. “Great, Cliff you’re on my team.”

“What? Why do I have to be stuck with her!” Lars whined, like a child.

Beck whipped her head towards him and scoffed, “Fuck you, deal with it!” She yelled.

Lars shook his head and brought his elbows to the table so his arms could hold his head up. “Let’s just play.” He said admitting defeat which gave Beck a small sense of pride.

“So, it’s regular Gin but each set you make your opponent has to take a shot, for each run you make your opponent has to take a double shot.” James explained. They all nodded and began to play with Lars passing the 10 cards on either side of the table. It’s not even halfway through the first round when James knocks on the table.

“Fuck already?” Beck asked, not believing they’ve already gotten their cards sorted out.

“What do you wanna do now?” Lars asked Beck, there really wasn’t much they could do at this point, they barely had a set and the run they were trying to make looked pitiful.

“Well throw that one away and let’s see what we get.” Lars nodded and did what he was instructed. The card he pulled didn’t work in their favor.

Lars lowered his head, “Fock.” And Beck agreed. They knocked indicating they were done and they all laid their cards out. You couldn’t believe the luck Cliff and James had. Two sets and a run.

James grabbed the vodka and two shot glasses, “Read’ em and weep ladies. Time to drink.”

Smirnoff, Beck thought, of course. Lars and her both let out a defeated grumble as the reached for the glasses. Cliff poured the first, “Whoa, whoa, easy!” Beck held up a hand but Cliff stopped when he felt like it. Lars sighed with Beck and tapped the glass on the table before forcing the liquor down their throats.

Lars put his glass down first, “This was more fun earlier.” He pouted. Beck elbowed him as Cliff poured another tall one. This one was downed then two more, taking their punishments like champs they set their glasses down.

“Okay, again. This time we’re gonna win.” Beck stated catching her breath with Lars agreeing. James set it up and Cliff dealt the cards. Drone then on the game went like that back and forth. Soon, they were all too tipsy to even remember the game’s name and Beck completely forgetting her best friend down stairs.

“Ha! A red Ace!” Lars yelled drunkenly, “Go Fish!” Everyone laughed out loud.

“You fucking idiot, this is Black Jack!” James snorted, reaching to smack Lars and Becks cards.

Beck was pulled from the conversation when she heard what sounded like a stampede of buffalos up the stairs. “What the fuck?” She said turning her attention towards who was at the stairs. Her eyes were darting back and forth, struggling to stay on a still object. Oh, it’s Y/N, she thought. Why was she being dragged by someone who looks like Kirk?

“Don’t mind us!” Beck heard. She saw you shrug and disappear. “Well, ok then.” Lars said and everyone started laughing again as Beck hadn’t realized they had caught everyone’s attention. Beck went back to conversing with the group as her subconscious mind reassured her you were ok and with Kirk.

END OF PART 3!!!!!

A/N: Um let’s pretend that I didn’t just ignore everyone for half a year 👀. I hope you enjoyed, I’m currently working on Dave stuff so tell me what you want to read. Smut is iffy for me but if you request I’ll keep it in mind. Thank you sm for being this unbelievably patient.❤️❤️

Tag-list: @mybloodyvalentine09 , @lunesispunk , @kirkslov3r

#kirk hammett #cliff burton #heavy metal #james hetfield #lars ulrich #metallica #kirk hammett x fem!reader #kirk x you #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett x you #metallica x reader #metallica x you

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reincarnationoftheparty · 3 months

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He’s so golden retriever puppy 🥺

#james hetfield #james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield x you #kirk hammett #kirk hammett x reader #lars ulrich #cliff burton #metallica #metallica fanfiction #rob trujillo #papa het #james hetfield smut

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munsonfire · 7 months

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corroded coffin's lead guitarist Eddie Munson in Paris, 1990

Could you please RB and/or comment to help me reach new people here? repost with credit! my twitter: aysviola

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pizzaqueen · 1 year

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Eddie is forever grumbling about “losing” his shirts, storming out of their room and flopping dramatically on the couch, declaring his favorite shirt is gone forever, it was there one minute and now it’s just gone. Gone gone gone!

And Steve will sigh and say it can’t be lost, shirts don’t just get up and walk out and Eddie will say this one did! all but harrumphing. So Steve will go in their room, look through the same pile of shirts Eddie looked through a moment ago, and come back out, holding it up, saying “this shirt?”

And Eddie will say it wasn’t there when he looked and they’re all black, it was camouflaged, and take the shirt half-annoyed, half-sheepish and murmur something about how there’s definitely a shirt stealing gremlin living in their walls that takes Eddie’s shirts then puts them back for Steve to find and make Eddie look like an idiot

And Steve will roll his eyes and try not to smile knowing it will happen again and again. And some days he finds it amusing, others annoying, but it’s all part of living together

#steddie #Steve x eddie #steddie headcanon #Eddie munson #Steve harrington #brought to you by me being convinced I lost my softest Metallica shirt for the last two days #and then finding it right where I’d already looked lmao #Steve definitely does this too and doesn’t have the excuse of most of his clothes being black :P #or he does the where are my glasses thing when they’re on his head lol #we’ve all been there right?#also why did I write most of this in future tense except a couple of sentences in present ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#alsooooo sorry if someone’s written something similar!!!#i had a vague feeling after posting someone might have 🙈😫#pizzaqueentxt #pizzaqueenfic

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distorted59 · 7 months

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First of all, I love your works soooo much! And I love you too

Please I really want Kirk Headcanons. He’s the love of my life! I want to cuddle him and also something smut things too

thank you lovely!! I'm sorry for taking so long, i hope you enjoy!! <3

He’s really shy!! When you first met him, he was very nervous. Blushing and stumbling over his words. (You thought it was absolutely adorable of course!!!) When he first shook your hand, he felt electricity running through his body. After a while he fell right into your trap, he was hooked. Begging for more every day.

He gets flustered a lot when he’s around you. He would mess up riffs during rehearsals or stumble over his words. One time he didn’t sleep very well, because he was overthinking all night. (May or may not have been horny all night) and he’d show up tired and sexually frustrated. You’d welcome him with open arms and took a nap together, when he woke up (hard) he got nervous. Your smell and arms around him drove him crazy. You noticed him stiffening once he woke up and quickly figured out what was happening. You’d start kissing his neck and rubbing him over his jeans. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

loves to eat pussy. Like he devours it. All of the boys would be into it but he’s addicted to it. Very good at it as well. He’d pull you to the edge of the bed so he could grind himself against the mattress while eating you out.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” Kirk moans against your cunt. His hips are unrhythmic and desperately grinding against the bed.

you moan and tug on his hair, keeping him in place right between your thighs.

“Hmm!” you let out a squeal as he hits just the right spot. Kirk is humping against the bed like an animal.

“gonna make me cum just like this, honey, fuck!”

I feel like he gives the best hugs ever! Loves to cuddle and hold you close to him.

80s Kirk is such a cutie, I just wanna hold him and kiss all his worries away. like, he’s such a geek with all his comics and action figures. Imagine going with him when he wants to buy new toys.

“Oh my god, babe!” Kirk whisper-yells at you and holds up a new issue of ‘Monster Magazine’.

“Is that the new one, baby?” you smile at him, finding it overly adorable how excited he always gets.

"Yeah!" He looks at the back. “I’m gonna get this.”

He smiles excitedly at you and kisses your cheek. You giggle and blush a bit, not expecting the kiss.

“Can I read it after you’re done?”

“Of course, baby!” Kirk grabs your hand. “We’ll read it together!”

Talking ab horror…. he would be into monster roleplay…. HE WOULD DONT DENY IT. Like him dressing up as dracula and you are the girl who got lost….. like!!!????? and he finds you and traps you and bites you and fucks the absolute life out of you. Thank you for listening.

Also, the fact that in all those videos where he makes a joke and no one laughs??? c'mon now… baby is just trying to have some fun :(

his stutter is so cute!!! he still gets nervous sometimes and can’t look you in the eye or form a sentence. but you don’t mind. <3

I have been thinking about this a lot lately; giving Kirk head for the first time. him all whiny and excited, not knowing what to expect.

“I’ll be gentle, okay?” You look up at him through your lashes.

“Mhm.” He has his fingers over his mouth, unable to even speak. You stroke him lazily and smile at him. He throws his head back and lets out a huge moan when you lick the tip.

“Ooh~, baby!” He whines. “ngh.. fuck!” his chest moves up and down and he tries to hold your hair back for you.

you lick him from the base up and put him in your mouth. You’d think he’s seeing stars, cause he lets out the most heavenly moans you’ve ever heard.

“feels so good, baby~”

yes, just a silly little thought.

the older he gets the rougher he gets, i feel. I mean, the fame and money definitely upped his confidence. which isn’t a bad thing AT ALL.

One of my favorite eras of him is htsd, his hair is starting to gray a little bit, and his skin has that old deep tan. the mustache, the goatee. yes just yes.

I feel like he’s such a tease!!?? imagine going out for dinner with some friends, or the rest of the band. and he’s touching you all over.

“Does my baby wanna feel good?” he slides his hand over your thigh. He’s been touching your thighs an kissing your neck all fucking night.

“Kirk, please.” you whimper. “Not here, why here?”

“Why here?” he smirks against your neck and moves up to whisper in your ear. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this as much as I do, princess.”

GIMME THAT I NEED IT NOW

He’s a really sweet boy, has a kind heart and actually looks too cute to be in a metal band. His voice is so sweet, his hands are very soft. (they become more and more calloused over the years). He would trace his fingers over your skin and whisper sweet things in your ears and place soft kisses on your neck.

ALSO Kirk with eyeliner!???? just imagine you making him feel so good after a show or sum and he starts crying in pleasure and it just drips down his face!!???? His face is messy and his eyes are red with tears as he craves more and more of you.

actually need that rn

and going to the beach with him!! maybe he'll teach you how to surf or just chill with you enjoying some drinks in the shade and going for a casual swim. <3

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iheartjameshetfield · 8 months

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THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT OH MY GOD I CANT BREATEH I NEED THIS MAN SO BAD HES SO FUCKING FINE BRO WHAT THE SHIT I’M FR SCREAMING AND CRYING AND MOANING AND CRYING SOME MORE CUZ OH MY FUCK???

#james baby come home the kids miss you #I NEED HIM BAD BRO #i would do anything for this man.#sobbing on the floor rn i’m not even joking #my daddy issues are surfacing so hard rn #james hetfield #metallica #james hetfield smut #metallica smut #james hetfield fanfic #james hetfield metallica #james hetfield x reader #asks and replies

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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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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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One Hot Ticket

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 1,898

Summary: You win Metallica tickets on the radio and Eddie is the only person you want to take to the concert.

Author’s Note: Was this what I had planned for this weekend? Nope. Do I have a bookshop AU Eddie half done. Yep. Do I have two Bucky ideas ready to go. Yep. Did this thought invade my mind and take over. Yep. I just can’t get enough of kissing Eddie. I need to until forever. Thanks for sticking with me through all these little adventures and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the sweet @wannabehamlet thank you love🥰

Warnings: lots of fun, flirty fluff :)

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @infinite-orangepeel thanks so much lovely 🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

“Hey Steve.”

“Hi babe, what’s up?”

“Not much. How’s work?” you ask.

“Ok. You know…work,” he shrugs.

“Yep. Is Eddie around?”

“Yea, he’s in the back,” Steve answers, motioning behind him.

“Thanks. I have something for him.”

You can feel Steve watching you as you move around the counter and head toward the back room. You knock lightly and wait to hear Eddie’s voice before you push open the door.

“Hey!” he says, brightening as soon as he sees you.

“Hi Eddie,” you smile.

“Did you come to see me?” he asks, pointing his finger at his chest.

“I did,” you tell him, walking closer with your hands behind your back. “I have something for you.”

“For me?” he questions, his surprise evident.

You nod with a smirk.

He studies you, his eyes dropping to your hidden hands.

“Do you have a Gremlin behind there or something?” he jokes.

“Not quite. Better.”

“Really? What could be better than a Gremlin?” he asks wryly.

“Oh I don’t know….” You sing as you move closer to him.

He’s seated on one of the chairs, his legs spread wide and his D n D book in his hand.

You stop when you’re between his legs and lean down close to his face, pulling the book from his fingers and placing it on the table. The atmosphere instantly changes, the small space between you now charged with tension.

You can hear his breath hitch as his eyes drift to your lips. You fight to keep your own eyes on his, wanting nothing more than to close the distance and kiss him. His head tilts to the side and his hand reaches out to touch you, the light brush of his fingers making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

Without another word you whip your hands from behind your back and slide two tickets in front of his face.

His head jerks back and he stares at you before he looks at the tickets.

“No,” he whispers. “No FUCKING WAY!”

His voice gets louder the longer he looks at them and with shaky hands he takes them from your fingers and looks from the tickets to you several times before he let’s out a scream of happiness.

He starts dancing around the room, jumping up and down and shaking his head all around. His hair is wild and curly and his eyes are wide and he’s grinning from ear to ear.

Steve rushes into the back room, his head on a swivel as he looks between the two of you. Eddie rushes at him and grabs Steve’s shoulders, shaking him violently and screaming about Metallica.

“What the hell is going on?” Steve asks when he turns to you.

“I won Metallica tickets on the radio,” you say excitedly. “So Eddie and I are going this weekend.”

Eddie starts yelling again and fist pumping the air. He twirls his way back over to you and grabs you in a bear hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning around.

“Eddie,” you mumble into his hair.

He loosens his hold on you and you slowly slide down his body, feeling every inch of him.

When he finally sets you back on your feet his eyes roam over your face, his cheeks slightly pink. You flatten your palms on his chest and pull on one of his curls.

He swallows hard, licking his dry lips and asking in a breathless whisper, “are you really taking me to see Metallica?”

“Of course,” you answer. “Who else would I want to take?”

Before Eddie can answer, Steve chimes in and pulls you both from the moment.

“Oh, I dunno…ME MAYBE! Remember me? Your best bud Steve?”

Both you and Eddie make a scrunched-up face of confusion.

“You don’t listen to Metallica,” you tell Steve.

“Yea,” Eddie adds. “It’ll be too loud for your tender ears.”

“My tender…I don’t…I like…I listen to plenty of music!” Steve stammers.

Eddie grabs you again and crushes you to his chest.

“This is the BEST!” he says, not loosening his grip until you wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you.”

“Are you excited for tonight?” Robin asks Eddie.

Eddie is leaning over the counter, his fingers tapping across the top and his leg bouncing.

“I cannot fucking wait,” he answers, singing lyrics to himself. “I still can’t believe she’s taking me.”

“I know. She called as soon as she won the tickets and sounded so excited to tell you,” Robin says with a smile. “Then we were talking about what songs they might play and what she’s gonna wear but I’m not any help with that part so…”

Eddie slowly turns his head toward Robin, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Why would it matter what she wears?” he asks as he straightens up.

“Because it’s a date,” Steve chimes as he walks by with a stack of video tapes.

Eddie’s head whips around so fast his face disappears behind a mass of curls before his terrified expression is revealed.

“A date…” he mumbles. “But…but…”

“What’s the problem Munson?” Steve asks with a mischievous grin.

“She never said it was a date!” Eddie squeaks. “Why is it a date? It can’t be a date!”

Robin shoots Steve a death glare and then carefully approaches Eddie, resting a soft hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t listen to him. Just go and have fun,” she tells Eddie.

“But what if I fuck this up?” Eddie asks, his eyes huge. “I mean…she’s perfect and I’m lucky she’s even my friend and if I do something stupid and then she hates me and then we can’t even be friends…”

He drops his head and digs his palms into his eyes, muttering to himself.

“Munson,” Steve says softly. “Come on, isn’t it obvious she likes you too? And why would you do anything stupid?”

“NO it’s not!” Eddie cries then shakes his head and throws his hands up.

“You’re a major butthead,” Robin whisper shouts to Steve before she elbows him. “FIX THIS BEFORE HE LEAVES FOR THE CONCERT!”

Eddie arrives at your house early and waits outside in the van, his music blaring. The porch light catches his eye and he turns to see you open the door.

You step outside and give him a wave.

“Jesus H Christ,” he whispers, staring as you approach.

With another curse he wills himself to move and hops out of the driver’s door to rush around the front of the van and greet you.

His eyes sweep down your body before he catches your knowing smile.

“Hey,” he says and it comes out breathless. “You…uh…you look beautiful.”

“Thanks,” you giggle, reaching for the door.

Eddie quickly recovers and grabs the handle to open it for you.

“I love the bandana,” you tell him once you’re buckled in and he’s pulling out of the driveway. “The whole look works.”

He looks down at himself then back up at you with blinking eyes.

“Yea, you know…this is my usual stuff. I always look like I’m going to a rock concert.”

He turns his face back to the road and winces at his awkwardness.

“I know,” you tell him. “I really like it.”

The corner of his mouth lifts slightly and he lets out an exhale.

By the time you arrive at the venue his palms are sweaty and slipping from the steering wheel and his heart is hammering against his rib cage.

“Are you ok?” you ask him as he helps you out of the van.

“Yea,” he says with a vigorous shake of his head. “I’m great. Never better actually. I can’t fucking believe we’re about to see Metallica live!”

You squeal in excitement and grab his hand. “COME ON!”

As you weave through the crowd and head toward the stage you hold tightly to Eddie’s hand, his rings digging into your skin.

“Is this close enough?” you ask him when you stop on a less crowded spot on the grass.

“Holy shit,” he says, taking it all in.

“I know!” you say in agreement, giving his hand a squeeze.

You talk and wait as the start of the concert approaches and the area around you fills with more and more people. The crowd presses in and you step closer to Eddie, your side pushed up against his. A big and tall guy with a kind smile accidentally bumps into you, apologizing freely.

“Aw man, sorry babe,” the man says gruffly. “You ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks,” you tell him with a smile.

“Better watch your girl man, it can get crazy out here,” the man warns Eddie kindly before he saunters off.

You turn your face to Eddie and he grins at you, throwing his arm around your shoulders and tucking you protectively into his side. You curl an arm around his waist and sneak the other between his leather jacket, resting your palm on his soft stomach.

When the lights on the stage go out and you hear the first chord of the guitar you and Eddie start screaming with the rest of the crowd.

Every song in the first set is amazing and your voice is hoarse from singing and screaming and your feet hurt from dancing around. Eddie never lets go of you the entire time and he always keeps you protected with his body.

When the first set is over Metallica leaves the stage for a short intermission and you and Eddie grab some beer and take a breather.

As you’re heading back to your spot you can feel Eddie’s eyes on you and you look over to see him staring.

“What?” you ask.

His gaze settles on your face and he slides his hands around your waist, tugging you closer to him.

“Thank you,” he says, his voice gravelly. “This has already been the best night of my life and it’s not even over yet.”

Without thinking he presses a quick kiss to your lips. He goes still and pulls away. He holds his hands up, his face pinched with worry as he starts to apologize.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart,” he says. “I shouldn’t have done that without asking. Shit, shit, shit. I knew I was gonna fuck this up and now you’re gonna…” he tries to keep rambling on, but you grab the sides of his leather jacket and drag his mouth back down to yours.

At first he’s too surprised to react but the moment you whisper his name against his lips, your tone pleading, he snakes his hands along your curves and slides one up your back, grabbing the back of your neck.

His other hand lifts to your face, his thumb brushing along your jaw before he cradles your cheek and deepens the kiss. You cling to him, sighing into the kiss when his tongue parts your lips. Your fingers climb and delve into his hair, the strands like silk along your skin.

The stage lights brighten around you and you barely notice, your body pressed so close to his you can feel his heart beat against his chest.

When you break apart to breathe he can’t take his mouth off you, trailing kisses down your throat before he finds your lips again. His hands tremble slightly as they explore any part of your skin he can find.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips.

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 1 month

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That'll Do It

A/n: I won't be posting for the next few days because I'm going away but please keep sending in requests and I will get to them once I get back, I love writing peoples idea's they're so fun :3 This wasn't requested but it came to mind and I spit it out in a few minutes so I hope it's good :3

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, degradation, breeding kink, unprotected sex, sex toy, I think that's it but if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy!

James had you on all fours before your arms gave out underneath you. He held your hips with a bruising grip as he slammed into you.

You screamed into a pillow at the pleasure rocketing through you, his rock hard cock hitting spots deep inside of you, spots making you see stars thrust after thrust.

“Fuck! Such a pretty little whore, all whiny, needy for me, aren’t you?” James grunted, emphasising his cruel words with harsh thrusts. The room filled with skin hitting skin along with your cries and James’ grunts and groans.

You’d already cum more times than you can count, your ass was red from how many times he’s slapped it. Your lips are bruised, your walls are puffy and so are your eyes. Your poor clit has been so abused even the air seems to be stimulating you at this point.

Yet you didn’t want him to stop.

You were loving every second of it and you wanted more. You needed more of him. You wanted James filling every hole, covering every inch of your body. You wanted him to keep you safe in his warm embrace while calling you his good little slut, because that’s what you are. You’re his, and he’s yours.

James was losing his rhythm, you could feel him twitching between your legs and you knew he was getting close after all this time. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” He groaned as his head rolled back. “C’mon baby, make me cum, make me fill you up so you can get nice and pregnant for me.” That had you clenching around him, nearly cumming for the nth time.

You clenched around him and he let out a deep moan. “Ah, fuck~! That’ll do it, fuck! Do that again, let me fill you up.” You couldn’t deny him even if you wanted you as your gummy walls squeezed him so good his thick, white seed spilled out inside you, painting your insides with him. That was enough to get you to cum on your own.

Your legs shook and gave out, luckily James was still holding your hips so he got a good view of you squirting all over him and the bedsheets. Your voice was gone by this point and all you could do was twitch and shake as your eyes rolled back into your head.

“Holy fuck...” James mused. “Didn’t know you could do that.” He said with a soft chuckle.

He reached for the bedside table and pulled out a small buttplug, quickly stuffing it inside of you before flopping over beside you. He pulled you close, bringing your head to rest on his chest and he kissed your forehead. You looked up at him with glazed over eyes and a love filled expression. “Couldn’t let any spill out, now could I? Said I’d get you pregnant, I plan on sticking to that.” He gleamed and kissed you again.

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allmoshnobrain · 6 months

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𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

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james hetfield x wife!reader | word count: 2746 | ao3 link

You'd be lying if you said you saw this coming. Sure, you've had your fair share of rebellious, reckless moments. It was often a reaction to your mom's nagging or your dad's emotional absence. Jumping out the bedroom window trying to run away and breaking your arm at 13. Skipping classes to make out with your boyfriend in his car at 15. Running away from home a few months after graduating High School with a guy 8 years older, only to dump him a week after arriving in Los Angeles and somehow managing to get by on your own. Compared to all that, having sex with your husband at your cousin's wedding reception seemed downright mild.

✦ on this fic: NSFW!!!, james hefield x female!reader, +18, language, romance, mxf sex, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex, reader has mommy issues lol

You never really cared for family gatherings. Escaping the small-town life when you were young was a breath of fresh air, but occasionally, there were those moments when you felt compelled to show up, no matter how dysfunctional the family could be. Especially in moments like this; with your cousin tying the knot, it seemed less of a hassle to be present than absent.

Yet, at your cousin's wedding reception, it was inevitable that you'd end up doing what you usually did around your family: hiding. This time, you found yourself tucked away in a small office you found while exploring the place, relishing a few moments of peace and quiet before returning to the party.

“Finally found you.”

You looked up and locked eyes with your husband, James, as he casually leaned against the door, slowly bringing a whiskey glass to his lips. A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth when you saw him; James looked too good in formal attire, even better than usual, if that was even possible.

“Hey, handsome,” you whispered. Despite having been married for just over a year, he was still somewhat of a stranger to your family, mainly because you were too. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for leaving him alone in a crowd of mostly unfamiliar faces. "Sorry for ditching you. I just needed a little breather."

"Something up?" he strolled into the room and propped himself against the desk, his serious eyes scanning your face for any signs of trouble. You smiled, coming closer to him instinctively. You couldn’t help it; whenever you were around him, you felt like a small moth, helplessly drawn to his fire. Stepping closer to him, you ended up right between his legs, letting out a contented hum when he set his whiskey glass down on the desk and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. "Hey," he called, redirecting your attention to his question. It was so damn easy to get distracted around him; all you wanted was to touch and feel him, even when he was concerned about you. Maybe especially then. "Something on your mind?"

"It’s all good," you whispered, and he snorted. You arched an eyebrow, and he smiled.

"Come on, sweetheart. You only pull this vanishing act when something's bugging you." He tilted your chin up with a finger, making you meet his earnest blue gaze. "What's eating at you? You know you can tell me."

You let out a sigh. It wasn't that you didn't want to open up to James about the million and one ways your mother had to drive you up the wall whenever you two were around each other. But you knew that James and his mom used to be tight. He missed her a ton, and you didn't want to come across as selfish, complaining about something that might not even be that big of a deal.

"You've got a little pout going," James teased, his voice holding a hint of a smile as he pressed his thumb against your lower lip. Tugging your face closer, he planted a quick peck on your lips. "C'mon, spill the beans. What's bugging you? Did I mess up somehow?"

"It's no big deal," you whispered. The mere idea of him assuming for even a second that your frustration had anything to do with him was enough to make you blurt it out. "It's just... It's my mom."

"Oh, no. What did she do this time?" James chimed in with a chuckle, though it was evident he felt relieved that you were finally opening up. You couldn't help but laugh, putting your arms around his neck, your irritation momentarily forgotten. James had this incredible knack for making everything seem okay, no matter the circumstances. It was one of the reasons you fell head over heels for him – how safe he made you feel. He had this way of lightening the mood without even trying.

"She's being such a pain in the ass," you admitted. "Constantly bugging me about when we're gonna start a family. Telling us it's not okay to be married this long without even trying to have kids. We haven't even been married for that long! She's so annoying, it makes me want to run for the hills."

"I could have a chat with her if you want," he suggested, grinning mischievously while his hands gently caressed your hips. "I could tell her we've been going at it hard every night . How I’ve been cumming inside you every day…”

"James!" you exclaimed, and he erupted into laughter. "You can't say that!"

"I'm not going to, dummy," he teased, and you let out a snort. He planted a playful kiss on your lips, then continued, "Unless you want me to. It could be hilarious to see her reaction."

"No, don't! It would be a disaster. She's way too uptight to take it as a joke," you groaned, feeling your cheeks flush. "And besides, it's not even true."

"Hmm? What's not true?" he arched an eyebrow, a broader grin spreading across his face as he pulled you closer. "I'd say our love life is quite active, babe."

"It is, it's just... never mind," you muttered, your face growing even warmer. He raised his eyebrows, pulling you even nearer, his lips grazing your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. He smelled of cologne, and alcohol.

"You know I hate being in the dark, darling. You're gonna have to spill it."

"James, it's nothing," you whispered, and he grunted before giving your thigh a squeeze. You blushed, taken aback by his sudden change in demeanor.

"I'm not asking, sweetheart," his hand drifted from your waist to your back, then down to your ass, causing you to gasp in surprise as he squeezed the soft skin through your dress.

"It's really nothing! I just meant..." you stammered, your heart racing from the embarrassment. "You know, you haven't been, uh, cumming… Inside…"

He pulled back, gave you a quick, amused look, and then burst into laughter, which only deepened your embarrassment.

"James, oh God, stop laughing! " you complained, your face burning as you tried to pull away from him. He wasn't having it, though; he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer before planting playful kisses on your cheek, once, twice, three times.

"You're adorable," he laughed, and you rolled your eyes. "I didn't realize this was such a big deal for you, though. I thought we agreed I'd always use a condom?"

"We did! We did. I don't know why I said that. I'm sorry," you quickly clarified, your face still a little flushed. He smiled, cupping your chin in his hand to make you look at him.

"You don't need to apologize for anything," he said in the sweetest tone, then flashed a mischievous grin and added, "I mean, I'd be more than glad to cum inside you anytime you want."

"You're impossible," you huffed, and he laughed.

"And you love me anyway. But seriously, babe, if you ever want anything, just let me know. I know we agreed not to have kids for now..."

"It's not about that," you said, quickly. It wasn't that you didn't want to have kids, but you also didn't want to follow in your mom's footsteps – having kids too early in a marriage and then regretting it. Not that you felt you would ever regret anything with James by your side, but you just wanted to enjoy being just the two of you for a while before adding a little one to the mix. "It’s just, that one time we did it raw, it was so amazing. So I thought... Maybe on my safe days..." Your voice dropped to a whisper as you watched James' grin widen. Oh, God. He looked like a kid who had just won a lifetime supply of candy.

You were beginning to feel like maybe you shouldn't have said anything when he leaned in closer, his smile wide, and whispered:

"Wanna do it now?"

Compared to all that, having sex with your husband at your cousin's wedding reception seemed downright mild.

You moaned as James slowly explored your neck with his lips and tongue, his fingers skillfully untying the knot of your dress, letting it slide down to reveal your bare breasts. He grunted in appreciation, grasping one of them firmly in his hand, his fingers circling your nipple slowly while he sucked on the other. Your fingers tangled in his hair, a sharp moan escaping your lips as he bit your nipple softly. He pulled back, raising his eyes at you with a smug grin on his face.

"Better keep it down, babe. We don't need anyone to hear us, do we?" he teased, and you shook your head, your cheeks blushing as he kissed you passionately, his tongue invading your mouth.

You could taste the whiskey in his breath as he kissed you, one of his hands grabbing the base of your neck as he pulled you closer to him. You pressed your hand against his crotch, feeling his hard on through his pants. He groaned, his lips going down to your neck again as he finished pulling your dress down, leaving you only on your lace panties as you stood in front of him. You unzipped his pants, pulling them down quickly, a small sigh escaping your lips when you saw his hard cock spring free.

You kneeled in front of him, holding his cock by the base before licking on the tip. You moved your hand slowly, pressing the tip to your palm and massaging it before going down to his balls, pressing your tongue against the sensitive skin of his tip and feeling the salty taste of his precum. He let out a throaty moan, his knuckles turning white with the strength he used to grip the desk hard and keep himself steady. You raised your eyes to look at him, a sly grin on your lips.

“What did you say about keeping it down, again?” you asked, and he grunted, using one of his hands to grab a fistful of your hair, pushing your head down back to his aching erection.

“No talking.” he said, using the other hand to grab his cock by the base, pressing it against your lips.

You opened your mouth obediently, moaning against his skin when he pushed it into your mouth slowly. You tried to keep your breath steady; he was so big it was hard not to choke, even if he was moving as slow as his temper would allow. You moved your head up and down, increasing your pace while you squeezed his thighs with your fingertips. He moaned again, all restraints forgotten as he enjoyed how good you made him feel, arching his hips as his grip on your hair tightened, moving your head up and down even faster.

You gasped in surprise as he abruptly pushed you away with a grunt.

“My bad, babe, oh shit . It felt so good,” he mumbled, his voice quivering just a bit. He raised your chin, his slightly blurry eyes locking onto yours as he used his thumb to clear the drool around your swollen lips. “Want to cum inside your pretty pussy today, okay?” he whispered, and you nodded, lips slightly open as his words made your pussy clench in anticipation. “Get up.”

You got back on your feet, wrapping your arms around his neck again, moaning in satisfaction when he squeezed your hips with his big hands, getting on his feet too as one of his hands went down to grab your ass firmly. You moaned into his kiss when his fingers went down even further, pressing your clit before penetrating your cunt without warning.

“You’re so wet.” he whispered, and you moaned again when he started moving his fingers inside you, pressing the palm of his hand against your clit as he curled them inside. “Gonna walk around the party full of my cum, yeah? Gonna fill you up real good, babe. Do you want that?”

“Yes, p-please!” you whimpered, half in pleasure, half in frustration as he pulled his fingers out of you. He laughed, pressing his forehead against yours.

“We’ll come together, okay?” he said, and you nodded. You gasped when he grabbed you by your hips, turning you around with your hands against the desk, standing behind you as he grabbed your ass, spreading one of the cheeks apart to look at your throbbing pussy. You moaned when he pressed his cock against your entrance, pushing inside you. “ Fuck , babe. This is too good. Oh, shit. ” he whispered, and you moaned again, louder this time, tears pooling in your eyes as you felt his huge cock spreading your pussy.

This was too much; you could feel everything as he moved, his fingertips digging into your waist’s skin as he moaned too. You were too lost in pleasure to care about keeping it down now; everything felt so good, more intense than anything you had ever tried before. He kept pushing deeper and deeper, his thrusts getting stronger as he moaned your name, and you knew that there was no coming back after this; you were addicted to the high of having him inside of you, you could give him anything he wanted from you right now.

“James, oh God, James!” you moaned, quickly approaching your high as he pushed even faster inside you.

He couldn't help but moan, his hands all over you, grabbing your hips, your ass, your breasts; it was as if he couldn’t get enough of touching you, as if he wanted to bring you closer and closer as he felt your skin against his. You bit your lip, holding back a sob when he started massaging your clit as he thrusted deep inside you; it was almost too much pleasure to take.

You could feel his cock twitch inside you as he approached his orgasm, the overwhelming pleasure of his bare skin against yours making your pussy contract as you came, squeezing his cock inside of you. He moaned, thrusting one last time as he came too, his semen filling you up and dripping down your thighs as he pulled out. He grabbed your hip, spinning you around like it was no big deal. You let out a sigh, your breath shaky. Your head fell back as you tried to catch your breath, your pussy still twitching.

"Fuck… I need to freshen up," you whispered. He groaned, quickly pulling on his pants before approaching you once more. He grabbed your thigh, pushing it so your pussy would be in full view, and then used his fingers to push back the cum dripping down from it inside you.

"No need," he said casually, his fingertips going to your clit and making you moan softly. "We don't want to waste this, right? You're gonna get dressed and head back there like a good girl."

"But, James..." you began, your cheeks heating up as you thought about what he was suggesting. He grunted, yanking you closer by the hips.

"No 'buts,' babe. You're gonna do as I say, got it?"

"Yeah," you murmured, your heart racing as you wrapped your arms around his neck. James knew how much you loved it when he took charge like this; how it made you want him so bad you could barely think about anything but him. He grinned, pleased that his authoritative tone got the reaction he wanted from you.

"Great," he whispered, his thumb teasing your lower lip. "And when this party’s over, we're heading back to the hotel. You better be ready, because I’m gonna fuck you real good, all night long, yeah?"

The rest of the party? You couldn't even focus on it after that.

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mysadcorner · 4 months

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James Hetfield After A Show Headcanons

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• James practically feeds on the energy given to him during a show by the fans and other band members, so he’s absolutely going to be more energetic than he was before the show. He’s always full of energy, so you’re going to have to put up with his antics regardless of the situation.

• He’s always going to be surrounded by people, after a show it’s quite difficult to get him alone. However, if you hold a special place in his heart then he’s going to find the time to be with you alone no matter what, especially as he gets older.

• When he was younger you would have definitely had to put up with his wild and rowdy behaviour, and he probably wouldn’t have realised how troublesome he may have been at the time. But no matter what he’d always keep you entertained, and you would absolutely have to change your sleep schedule just to keep up with him.

• As James gets older he will start to settle down and be more relaxed on nights after a show and you will have plenty more time to spend with him. He may still have rowdy nights with the people he usually hangs out with when after a show but hardly as much as he used to, and even if you both are surrounded by people he’ll be much more relaxed.

• Despite his persona that so many people are used to seeing, James is always proud of himself for putting on such a good show no matter what state he gets himself into afterwards. It takes a lot for him to actually perform and act confident when in reality the man he is on stage is far from how he usually is. After every show he’s always happy to say that he did a good job to himself.

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princessofdorkness · 3 months

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Me: Nah I try not to judge people too much.

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reincarnationoftheparty · 4 months

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Screaming crying throwing up screaming crying throwing up SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

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vaginalsauce · 1 year

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Caught

warnings;

smut, fingering, unprotected, cockwarming?, mentions of being high, nicknames, semipublic, exhibition

a/n;

just a funny lil smut drabble, kirk is so yummy fr

summary;

You, Kirk, James, Cliff, and Lars have a movie night on tour, and it leads to you and Kirk doin some naughty naughty.

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The movie was nearing the halfway mark, but your head was too fogged up to pay attention. Kirk had his hand on your thigh, and was progressively sliding it higher and higher. You were positive he could feel the heat radiating from your cunt, hear your heartbeat, hear your breathing stagger.

The group had scattered around the hotel room, focused intently on the movie playing from the VHS.

You carefully spread your thighs, as Lars was laying at the foot of the bed. Kirk smirked to himself, leaning into your ear and pressing a kiss to the skin right below your earlobe. "Be quiet, baby."

His whisper sent shivers down your spine, and you almost lurched forward when he cupped your cunt, rubbing you through your shorts. "Think you can take these off for me?" He mumbled, tracing the hem. You nodded subtly, glancing around for a moment.

Never before have you been so grateful for a blanket in your life.

You let out a shaky breath as you gently lifted your hips, slipping the shorts down your thighs. No one even glanced, just assumed you were getting comfortable. Of course, even if they knew, it wasn't like they'd care much.

Kirk grinned, pushing your underwear to the side and immediately tracing a finger through your slick folds. You let out a shaky moan, to which you covered up with a cough, but with the glance you saw James and Kirk exchange, James was catching on.

It wasn't long before Kirk easily slid a finger into you, watching you closely out if the corner if his eye as your face threatened to twist into pleasure.

Your thighs almost closed, but Kirk caught your leg with his, keeping it pulled wide as he slowly began to pump his finger in and out of you, watching as you threw your head back. "Focus, pretty girl, gotta focus." He mumbled, just low enough as to not alert the others.

You were now pretty sure you were about to cry. Fuck, you just loved his fingers, but without the ability to vocalize your enjoyment, it was surprisingly frustrating. You raised your hips a bit to match with his hand movements, letting out a gasp as he curled his finger.

That got their attention.

"What was that, Y/N?" James chuckled, teasing. He knew for sure what was happening, but he wasn't gonna say anything. As for Cliff and Lars, they were clueless.

Kirk turned to look at you, his eyes big and focused on your face, tilting his head as if to act confused. "U-Uh, just thought I f...forgot to lock the door wh... uh.. when we left."

Kirk was making it so hard for you to talk. If it wasn't for the fact you usually talked slow when you were stoned, they would've been extremely concerned.

Lars shrugged, turning back to the TV.

"So wet for me, baby. Does this turn you on? Getting off on my fingers, just feet away from our friends?" Kirk's whispers were low and raspy, his mouth hanging open slightly as you arched your back against his chest, and your ass rubbing against the very prominent bulge in his pants.

"Kirk, baby, they're gonna know--" Kirk cut you off with a nip to your neck, kissing the marks softly right after. His fingers moved in and out of you slowly, before Kirk removed them completely.

Kirk lifted his hips up and unbuttoned his pants, tugging them and his boxers down as far down as he could without being noticed.

He pulled you back up to sit on him again, his pretty cock nestled perfectly between your lips.

"Feel how hard I am for you, honey? Need to be in this pretty pussy, 'kay? Gotta be quiet f'me. Can you do that?" Kirk muttered, hand reaching around you again to slowly grope at your tits from under your shirt. He pulled and tugged on your nipples, before releasing them and just running his fingers over the swollen buds.

"Kirk, I--" You were cut off by a loud shushing noise from Lars, earning a piece of popcorn being launched at him from James.

"You're literally being louder than them by doing that, you idiot."

While the bickering between James and Lars ensued, Kirk took the chance to lift you up and pull you down onto his cock, letting his head fall back. He bit the insides of his cheeks, and you let out a loud moan. All the heads in the room snapped to look at you, including Kirk's.

"No. No no no no no-- you are not--" Lars jumped up quickly, yelling loudly. James let out a loud cackle, and you just watched in horror as Lars began to yell.

You felt Kirk give a small thrust, just chuckling.

"Dude, I was going to sleep on that bed! I was two fucking feet away from You! Are you still-- Get out of her, dude, at least go somewhere else--!"

Kirk pulled the blanket from the bed, wrapping you in it after he pulled out. Not bothering to fix his pants, he picked you up bridal style, and packed you into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

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This is the first smut I've written in a literal year I am so sorry

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