James Hetfield X Reader - Blog Posts

UGH HHJ HHHHHHGHHHGHHH UGH

summers in the air baby heavens in ur eyes 🫀

i should write a oneshot about this sentence

i have an itch in the back of my throat that only his dick could relieve

Do yall ever wonder how James would actually be if yall were a couple-? Like imagine going out with him and he just gets freaky because he feels like it-

#get out of my head you weird old man

#his face says it all

#its that damn smirk

I just KNOW that he wouldnt be able to keep his hands off you in any way shape of form—he would be on you 24/7 like a puppy

You CANNOT tell me that this strangely attractive and hot old man does not look like an absolute freak

these clips do NOT help his case 😔💔🖐️ (also MULLET JAMES IS SO HOT CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF

And his singing in loverman…i didn’t know songs could rail me but apparently this one can cuz his singing is SO HOT IN IT😋

anyways thank you for listening to my ted talk

“Older is always better”(smut+fluff)

Writers note->Guys hear me out—2000-2014 james hetfield was peak dilfism like you cannot convince me otherwise- look at his tattoos and his lean but buff body+ THE FAUX MOWHAWK he looks SO FINE IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS 🖐️😔💔 (anyways enough abt my ovulation ENJOY!!)

Foreword> You meet your long term boyfriend, James Hetfield, after a concert to give him a special birthday surprise, but it turns out he’s surprising you…

Dynamics

James-Dom

Reader-Sub

Warnings: MINORSDNI!!, Explicit Smut Rough sex, Degradation, Size Kink, Age gap (10 years-TTN era James, reader is 32) , Consensual, Oral (m receiving), Hickeys, safeword mentioned, cockwarming, edging, did not double check grammar or tense

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You tap your foot eagerly as you sit on the plush leather couch. If you knew it would take so long, you would’ve worn something less revealing against the chill of the air-conditioned room. The show ended 20 minutes ago and James still wasn’t back from the stage. Metallica was in the process of filming their new movie, Through The Never, which was due to be screened in a month's time. You suddenly hear a familiar laugh, low and rumbly- joined by high pitched laughter shortly after. The door to the dressing room swung open and you were greeted by your boyfriend’s sweat-laden face, his bandmates following behind him guffawing in laughter before their eyes rested on you, noticing your presence. 

“Oh my god sweetheart, I haven't seen you in forever!” He picked you up effortlessly in one hand, kissing your lips passionately. As his hand slipped under your skirt, Kirk piped up from behind James. “We’ll leave you lovebirds to it-“ he sniggered, walking towards the door as the others followed suit, throwing jabs at you and james 

“Don’t mess up the couch! I plan to sleep on it later dude” Lars chuckled 

“I better not find anything weird in my suitcase later!” Rob continued

With his lips still pressed against yours, James threw them the middle finger as they shut the door behind them and locked it. “Happy birthday honey, how could I ever forget?” You say through grins as you bring your top up and above your arms, boobs spilling out of their confines . He sits on the sofa, straddling you in his lap. His right hand comes up to toy with your nipple, a moan escaping your lips as you feel the stimulation he’s giving you. You feel his lips curling into a smile as he pulls you closer to him “Fuck..I missed you” He pants into your ear as his free hand trails down your back, letting his fingertips graze your slick-stained panties. “So wet…and i haven’t even taken it off yet-“ He sneered, “Did my pretty little slut get ready for me beforehand?” You couldn’t help but nod your head at his sweet but degrading words. Suddenly he stopped. “Are you sure you can take me today? Im already an old man you know…” He asked hesitantly, a twinge of uncertainty in his voice.

“Older is always better“

You could tell he wanted more than you could take, but hell were you ready for him and you wanted what he was going to give you, so you nodded in agreement. James still looked uncertain so you just reassured him. “It's your birthday and i want to make you happy, so i'm absolutely thrilled with anything you can give me-Just remember our safeword.” Little did you know what he had in store for you…

 A devilish smile spread across his lips as he put you down on the ground, ripping off every article of clothing you had on. His faux mohawk soaked with sweat as he towers over in front of you, his visible bulge threatening to pop out at any moment as his aching cock was restricted in the confines of his jeans. “Please James I need it so bad…” Hearing your words, his hand went to grip your hair into a makeshift ponytail, muttering as he saw you on the floor, impatiently waiting for sweet release. “Open it sweet-shit, that's what you want, dontcha?” He purred. You gulp as you bring your hand up to unzip his fly, the heat between your legs growing by the second.

As soon as his zipper was brought down all the way, his long, throbbing and painfully hard cock slaps you square on the face. He chuckled as he spread the pre-cum over his tip, tapping it incessantly on your lips. “Open up sweetheart, show me how bad you want this old man’s cock…“ He degraded as you part your lips. In one smooth motion, his hardness enters your mouth, making you gag on its size. James pulls out, sniggering as he sees your lipstick stain on the base of his cock. He rested its underside on your face, wondering how you got it all to fit into your mouth. Without warning, he quickly slammed himself back into your mouth. He smiled as he saw you taking his full length down your throat, his balls slapping against your chin and the only sounds in the room being his grunting and the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Suddenly he ordered you.

“Turn around”

He asks you to stand up and turn around, placing your hands delicately on the sofa behind you. He kicks your legs to spread them apart wider, admiring your dripping cunt between them. You whine in anticipation as you feel his fingers gently circling your clit as he slowly pushes his digits into you, hissing at how eager you were. You like that, don't you?" James barked. "Love it when you're treated like the little whore you are.” You couldn't help but nod as he slowly licked long stripes up your slit, humming in satisfaction into your cunt as his tongue traversed it. 

Finally, you felt his calloused palms grabbing your hips as he rammed his hardness into you. You squirmed under the stretch, a sharp scream making its way out of your mouth. “Fuck, Jamie, 'm so close." You whined, receiving a heavy hand on your ass. He smashed his hips against your backbone, keeping the mind numbing rhythm you were used to. Just as you felt the knot in your stomach come undone, he pulled out. Exasperated, you turned behind to glare at him, a Cheshire cat-like grin spread on his face as his head tilted ever so slightly upwards. From this angle, he couldn’t look hotter. “You don't get to come till i say so” he grunted as his chest rose and fell. James pushed back into you and went right back to fucking you as if you weren't on the brink of tears. 

He kept at this for a while, getting you so close to the edge and then pulling out just to hear you whine and beg. “Fuck baby, so wet and tight ju-just for me..” The whole night he was just trying to see how many positions he could bend and fold you into, enjoying your face as different expressions appeared with every thrusts. James had a habit of praising and degrading as he edged you;

“You’re being such a good girl for me”

“I'm so lucky to have a cocksleeve like you”

“That ass and that pretty pink puss in that tight skirt…god woman do you wanna kill me?”

Finally, his hips rutted against your backside as you felt the sweet release of our shared connection, his arms gripping themselves to your chest as he came inside of you. "You've been so good, tonight, you know that?" He whispered into your ear, peppering your forehead with kisses. You nodded as you both drifted off to sleep with you in his lap, forgetting that his cock was still inside of you–but that's a problem for another time.

i need to be locked up for some of the things i think about when i see this dilf 💔

The Newcomer (Part 2)

Warnings> Smut, MINORS DNI!!!, slight fluff at the start and end, Degration+Praise, Hair pulling, Pet names, spitting, consensual,VERY rough sex, Oral (both m and f recieving), double p in v, teasing,  extremely fucking filthy- lemme know if i missed anything!

Dynamics:

Jason-Softdom

James-Harddom

Reader-Sub

Kirk and Lars were just passing through this as filler characters…anyway enjoy ya animals!

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It had been 5 days since I was invited to stay and help out at the Metalli-mansion. It was going extremely well, much to my satisfaction and surprise. My day consisted of usually cleaning up the rooms, washing the bathrooms, preparing food, and mopping the floors. Dinner was my favourite time because i got to eat with the whole band together. Kirk and Lars would often have their own conversations at the opposite end of the dining table, while James, Jason and I would joke about on our side. 

God, I loved how they talked and interacted, like how James’s hands caressed his thighs when he laughed, or how Jason's biceps bulged whenever he raised his arms above his waist level. But I had to remember, I was working for them- and I couldn’t let them ever know what my true thoughts were. 

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“Alright guys, me and Lars are gonna head off, we have some unfinished work at headquarters so we’ll be back in a day- y/n, don't mess up my room!” Kirk joked as he walked out the door with Lars trailing behind him. I splattered some dish soap on him, giggling at his antics.

 As I finished washing the plates, I saw James and Jason in the corner of my eye. I guess it was just me and them now, but I didn't mind. The clock struck 9pm and i wished everyone goodnight.

My eyes landed on the clock, it was 12am. My stomach rumbled. I got up, groaning as i got up to go get some food downstairs. Passing by, I realised that James was awake, talking to someone in his room, his door slightly ajar. I heard the bright tone of Jason's voice coincide with the roughness of Jameses. They were talking about…me?-

“She's so hot, i don’t know how much more i can take-the way y/n walks and talks i just need her-“ i heard jason, a groan emitting his lips. 

“Obviously- she’s a bombshell, have you how she looks at me and you, it's just makes me wanna-“ James was cut off by me swinging the door open-unprepared for what i was about to see.

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Here I was, standing in front of my idols (who were, apparently having said discussion on the floor-) , after hearing them talk about me- their hard-ons evident through their thin jeans. They scrambled to their feet, their hands covering the tent in their pants. 

“OH-uh- y/n, please don’t tell us that you heard what we were talking about-“ Jason squeaked as he squirmed.

My face blushed red, I could feel my panties getting soaked. My hand trembled as I felt a knot in my stomach forming.

“I don’t mind…” my voice trailed off as I took a step towards them. I could see how much pain they looked like they were in-their faces flushed with sweat. “If you wanted to, all you had to do was ask” Without another word, I palmed them through their jeans, feeling them twitch at the same time.

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In a matter of minutes, clothes were being thrown erratically on the floor. My mouth found solace with James as he smashed his lips against mine, his now short, blonde locks messily pressed up against his forehead. The taste of cigars and whiskey lingered on his tongue as our lips fought. I could feel Jason's warm body pressed up behind me as he began trailing kisses down my back down to my clit. Jason crawled onto the bed and beckoned to me. James picked me up and threw me onto the bed, the irises blue eyes full of lust. “On your back-Now” He commanded. I didn’t waste another second as I settled on top of Jason, my back flush against his chest. His fingertips caress the soft fabric of my panties and James lets out a low growl. I stop in my tracks, resting my head on Jason's shoulder closing my eyes, desparate for more.

James takes his hand closer to his mouth and spit on it and he reaches my clit, starting rubbing it with his fingers, slowly sliding 2 digits inside of it. Underneath me, I could feel Jason rubbing his fingers against my ass to stretch it out, his eyes closed in ecstasy. “Don't worry baby, you're doing so well. We just gotta get you ready-right?” James said to Jason, who nods in agreement, bringing his hand up to toy at my free nipple. 

Jason's hands are everywhere I want them to be, skilled and unrelenting, drawing sensations so intense that I can hardly keep up. James’s fingers pump in and out of me, lubing me up. Just as i moaned, they stopped their actions, making me whine at the lack of stimulation. However, i heard the sound of cloth rustling as they proceeded to remove their boxers. I gasped when i saw the lengths they packed. James’s cock was long and beautifully curved. Jasons was around the same length, but slightly girthier. Wasting no time, they immediately slammed into me, the stretch making me wince in pain, but soon the pain turned into pleasure as they matched each other's thrusts. 

Moans spilled out of me as they fought for dominance over my lower half. Tears fell from my eyes as I tried to keep up with their pace, but it was no use. Finally, the knot in my stomach came undone, and I spilled all over both of them. They pulled out as I started to drip on the sheets, my legs trembled as I came down from my high, panting and shaking. I looked over to James and Jason, they were still hard. 

“Round two?” I mused, watching a cocky smile appear on their faces

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“J-Jason…ask the–shit…ask the slut what she wants” James sneered through laboured breaths, looking down as he towered over me. His newfound meanness only made him hotter.

Jason smirked as lowered himself to me, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back.“Whaddya want sweetheart?” He whispered, the intoxicating smell of his sweat mixed with pheromones made my clit pulse back to life.

“Everything”

That was all the confirmation they needed. James spouted another command, as Jason swiftly positioned me between his legs. He guided my mouth, his hand still locked onto my hair, down his shaft. Tears brimmed in my eyes once again as my head bobbed up and down his girth. Every time Jason pulled it out, he compared it to my face, wondering how the hell I got it all to fit. After a while of teasing, he had enough. Grabbing the roots of my hair, he slammed my head down on his dick, making me feel his hardness down the back of my throat. ”Honey, you’re wonderful…” he whimpered through grit teeth. As he pulled out, he let go of my hair. Throughout this whole time, i caughy james in the corner of my eye on a chair, stroking himself off to the sight of me getting skull-fucked by his bandmate. I gripped the sheets, nails digging into them as I tried my best to hold myself up. Moans and whines turn shaky, the tears finally escaping my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. 

“All yours now James” Jason groaned, taking a seat where James once was, his hand already rubbing the head of his hardness. I looked at James’s aching cock. His was way longer, and I just know he would send me to the hospital if he even tried to fit it in my mouth.

“Hands and knees, i want you to watch the show” James mocked, his lips curling into a smile as he lined his tip with my aching slit. I knew he would be rough, but I was finding out the hard way now. He spread me open and slid himself into me. My eyes widened as he grabbed me by the hair, pounding into me ruthlessly as I could hear the squelching of our bodies colliding.”We’re gonna fuck you brain-dead,” James sneered from behind me, his free hand giving my ass a tight slap. He gave out a low, menacing laugh, as his hand made its way down to my face to pull it back.  He shoved himself back into me, making me gasp in pleasure. My tits jerked forward with every thrust of his hips, my mouth parted in a silent moan. He flipped me over and ruthlessly abused my cunt over and over again. My nails raked down his back, my hands tangling and pulling his messy blond locks back as he smashed into me with reckless abandon. “Ja-Jamie! I'm gonna-“ without saying another word, he slammed so hard into me I could feel his cock in my ribcage. Pleasure shot through me like a bullet as I saw him pull out his sopping wet member from me.

As I tried to get off the bed, Jason caught my arm. “Where do you think you’re goin sweetie?” He quipped, a devilish smile forming on his lips. 

Fuck, more?

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I felt myself get hoisted into the air as I felt a heavy hand come down on my ass. James lifted me up and hoisted me down on his still hard cock. I heard it squelch underneath me as my walls hugged his length, feeling it pit in my stomach. From behind I could feel Jason peppering me with kisses, suckling love bites into my supple skin. He lined his shaft with James’s, feeling his breath on my neck, his hand once again coming up to toy with my nipples, slowly kneading it and fiddling. Without a warning, James dropped me down onto their combined lengths, his hands still gripping my arms. I shrieked as I was speared by their dicks. James moved me up and down their combined lengths, groaning and shuddering from the stretch. He wrapped his free hand around my throat, silencing my moans. “Y-Fuck..You’re a loud one, gonna train you to be quiet, right baby?”

I grunted, a moaning muddled mess. I could feel every inch of him in me, obliterating my insides.”Bet you like this, huh? Being my little fucktoy.” James grunts, his voice low and husky. Their contrasting personalities really shined through as I could feel the combined efforts of their movements, Jason being more careful from behind while James roughed you up from the front. 

James goes faster, not bothering to be shy about the groans and whines he makes, his eyes never once leaving me. “Fuck, taking us s-so good baby…that tight cunt of yours-“ It only takes a few more minutes before he makes a mess across his abdomen and hand, his seed spilling in large quantities over his skin. I looked over at Jason, then i looked over at his…still stiff as a stick. As James sat on the couch bubbling in his own ecstasy, Jason brought me down onto the bed. I instinctively spread my legs to my sides to give him access to my clit. He rubbed soft, slow circles on it, occasionally slipping a finger in. 

“Jason…please-i need more”

As his eyes met mine, I saw unbridled passion. “Oh-baby you’re so perfect..” Praises left his lips like a prayer, his eyes sealed shut in anticipation. He gripped my waist and lined his cock with my clit, slamming into me again and again. “Ahh! Fa…faster! I’m gonna-!” His name left my lips like a prayer, my nails raking down his back as he slammed into me. Driven by wild frenzy, I bucked my hips into his thrusts, begging for more friction. “Go on sweetheart, let me taste you” He purred into my ear.  Finally, the nth knot in my belly gave way, and i released. He followed soon after, groaning as he saw his seed splatter on my chest and abdomen.

“Wait here, ill get a washcloth for you sweetheart” Jason whispered as he got up to go to the kitchen. As I was still in my ecstasy fueled daze, I realised that I had forgotten about James. I pivoted my head to look at him, only to see him changing back into his clothes, stuffing his dick back into his pants, huffing and straining. He noticed me staring and let out a chuckle.

“You are one hell of a woman you know that?”

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i wrote this at the PEAK of my ovulation week

Part 3 Coming soon 🖐️💔😔

The Newcomer (Part One)

Warnings> No smut, mostly fluff+Just James and Jason being friendly to y/n (was thinking maybe either black album James and Jason OR Load James and Jason)—ANYWAYS ENJOY 🗣️‼️💥

The merciless glare of the bar lights in my eyes made me squint as I took another swig of whiskey from my glass. I slammed it on the table and nestled my forehead in-between my elbow, sighing as I attempted to drink my troubles away. Work as a maid had been rough lately and I had been waiting for my raise, but it seemed like thay day would never come. I was just glad the next day was a public holiday. The distant hum of the bar's radio sounded as though the air was whispering lyrics to me. Every time I drank I could feel the exhaustion creeping into me, my eyelids drooping with every word that floated into my ear. “Life it seems will fade away, drifting further every da…” the lyrics to ‘Fade to Black’ thrummed inside me. That song always resonated with me, standing  by my side through thick and thin, from high school to the current day, especially from my favourite band. Soon enough- the last thing i remember was trying to being shaken awake by bar staff, before ‘thump’ my head slumped forward as I blacked out.

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A cool breeze brushed past my face as I slowly pried my eyes open , my head pounding. ‘Where the fuck am I?’ I looked around as I checked for any indication of where I was. Surrounding me was multiple guitars hanging and framed beautifully on the wall. There were Explorers, Flying Vs, Les pauls, which made me wonder wh the hell lived here. I stood from where i was and slowly looked to see what was written on the tape plastered to a white explorer guitar. I read out loud “EET FU-“ Suddenly, a door swung open behind me. I froze in shock, afraid to turn my head. 

“Oh the beauty’s awake!” A warm-sounding voice chucked.

“She oughtta be, we saved her ass last night! Did you see what those bastards had planned for her?? She would’ve been scarred forever-” Another responded, having a more low, southern and gravelly voice compared to the latter

As I spun around, I was faced with two burly men, one slightly taller than the other. Although my eyes tried to focus, i could tell one was an auburnette and the other was a dirty blonde. I suddenly felt arms around me, bringing me back down to the sofa i was sat on.  “Oh dear” the auburnette cooed “i don’t think shes really in the right mind yet James-“  “No shit jason, she just got back on her feet” The blonde retorted 

James?…Jason??

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Finally my mind made the connection,I was in the Metallimansion- the home of THE Metallica. My mind struggled to comprehend the notion that I was just saved by my idols. The clarity hit me like a freight train and my legs sprung me up to my feet.

“Hey there missy, calm down-we just wanted to let you know you're in good hands.We were just finishing a show so we went to the bar you were, but turns out it was already closing time. Some weirdos were gonna rough you up because you were slumped-drunk on the counter, But thank god we stopped them.” James drawled, a friendly smile on his lips, arms akimbo as he looked proudly on.

Holding my head in my hands, I was absolutely starstruck. I had posters of these guys everywhere in my dorm room, although i would be ashamed to admit what I imagined when i looked at them. “Seems like shes familiar with us!” Jason grinned through his pearly whites. 

“Familiar?? Hell I know everything about yall!” I could barely contain myself as they smirked at my enthusiasm, hearing me ramble about every nitty-gritty detail I knew about the band.

“If you’d like you can hang with us for a few weeks, besides its probably not safe for you out there right now because those guys took your ID and if they find you god knows what they'd do- and don't worry about pay. We saw the logo on your clothes which said “Sunrise Cleaning”-“ Jason started 

“After a bit of researching and much deliberation, we know you work as a maid. So if you'd like you can just work here and clean the mansion, it's definitely better than working for some dusty old rag- plus we’ll give u a room“ James finished

Head over heels, I obliged- one opportunity to work for Metallica, who would say no? I nodded my head and my fate was sealed. 

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(Im not ovulating yet but part two will be coming when it starts so yes coming soon!!)

Can you pls do a new years fluff or smut with James? :)

Happy new year! 🍀❤️

Midnight magic

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ fluff, friends to lovers

It was New Year's Eve, and the party you got invited to, was in full swing. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and everyone seemed to be having a great time. But for me, there was a cloud of frustration and sadness hanging over my head.

I watched as couples kissed and danced, their eyes filled with love and adoration for each other. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I longed for that kind of connection with someone. Specifically, with James.

James and I have been friends with benefits for a while now. We had mutually agreed that we weren't made for relationships and that catching feelings was off the table. But despite our agreement, I couldn't help but fall for him.

As I watched him across the room, laughing and flirting with another girl, my heart ached. I wanted to be the one he was dancing with, the one he was kissing at midnight.

Despite trying to enjoy the party, I found myself still lost in thought as I mulled over my complicated situationship with James. We were more than friends, but less than a couple.

At first, it was all fun and games. The sex was great, and we enjoyed each other's company. But as time went on, I found myself wanting more. I wanted something real, something meaningful. I wanted love.

But James was content with our arrangement. He was happy with the way things were, and he didn't seem to want anything more. And that realization left me feeling kind of hopeless.

I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same way I did. Did he ever think about us being more than just fuck-friends? Did he ever imagine a future where we could be together, truly together?

But deep down, I knew the answer. James was not in love with me. He enjoyed our physical connection, but he didn't feel the same emotional attachment that I did. And that realization hurt more than I cared to admit.

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, I couldn't help but feel a pang of desolation. I knew I wouldn't be getting the famous midnight kiss this year once again. Instead, I would be left alone, surrounded by friends but feeling utterly alone.

Sipping on my drink, I looked up and let my gaze wander over the crowd of familiar faces. James eventually caught my eye from across the room.

He must have noticed the somber look on my face because he made his way over to me, concern etched on his handsome features. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

"Yea sure, everything's fine. I was just lost in thought for a moment." I forced a smile and nodded, not wanting to ruin the mood of the evening. But deep down, I knew that I couldn't keep pretending that everything was fine between us.

"Really? I don't quite believe that." James replied, eyeing me skeptically as he finished his drink.

His skepticism made me suddenly feel exposed. His piercing blue eyes bore into mine, dissecting my facade with ease.

"Why?" I retorted curtly, trying to maintain my composure despite the increasing pressure building within me.

"I know you." James said softly, standing much too close. "And right now...you're clearly lying." His words hung heavy in the air, a stark reality that I've been avoiding.

"Why would I lie to you...?" My voice trailed off, uncertainty creeping into my tone as I grappled with the truth of my feelings.

"Will you come with me? We really need to talk." James exhaled sharply before he grabbed my wrist and watched me intently, waiting for my reaction.

His touch sent a ripple of uncertainty through me and I nodded, knowing I couldn’t avoid this conversation any longer.

He led me outside onto the rooftop, away from the noise of our friends and the intoxicating haze of the party. The view was breathtaking, twinkling lights stretched across the skyline like a sea of stars. But despite the beauty surrounding us, my heart felt heavy.

James held out a cigarette for me to take, lighting it up before he lit his own, taking a long drag to calm his mind. "Now tell me, what's on your mind? Did I do something?"

I hesitated for a moment, watching the smoke leave my mouth, twirling into the cold night air. "No, it's just...what's this thing between us? Is it all a joke to you?"

James took another drag from his cigarette, his brow furrowing as he considered my words. He exhaled slowly, choosing his next words carefully.

"No, it's not a joke at all," he said quietly, turning to face me fully. In the moonlight, my eyes seemed to glow with emotion - confusion, hurt, hope. His gaze dropped to my lips and an almost overwhelming urge surged through him to close the distance between us and finally taste my sweetness for himself.

But no, he couldn't rush this. Couldn't risk ruining whatever tentative bond was forming between us with his impatience. I deserved more than a drunken make-out session or casual quick fuck.

"What we have...It's confusing and complicated and maybe even a little crazy given the circumstances, but it's not some prank or game."

James stepped closer, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering against my cheek, his whole being screaming to call me his as his other hand keeps me in place, holding on to my hip.

"James, stop. I can't do this anymore. We need to end this. I should've known this was a big mistake..." I whispered as I tried to gently push him away, but he held on to me tightly.

"Y/N, I know I can be an ass sometimes. I know I push your buttons and get under your skin, say shit I don't mean. But there's a reason for that."

James tightened his grip on my hip, pulling me flush against him as his thumb caressed my cheekbone. His blue eyes burned into mine with raw intensity, a storm of emotions swirling in their depths.

"What reason would there be?" I asked, my voice shaking with uncertainty.

"I'm an ass because I don't know how else to handle my feelings. And it terrifies me because I don't know how to do this."

"No, I mean, I'm the one who broke our agreement and caught feelings..."

James let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his tousled mane as he looked away briefly, clearly struggling with his words.

When he met my gaze again, his eyes were filled with a vulnerable sincerity that made my heart ache. "You think you're the only one who broke the rules here, Y/N?"

"You're the only one who makes me feel anything at all. The only one who sees through my bullshit. The only one who makes me want to be better than I am."

"You really mean it?" I breathed out, my mind having a hard time processing his words as I stared at James, his blue eyes boring right into my soul.

"Why don't you let me show you, how much I mean it?" He spoke tenderly and leaned in to press soft lips onto mine before I could process it.

James pulled me into him, his hands coming to rest on either side of my face as he moved his lips against my own, molding together perfectly and I felt the familiar electricity spreading through my body with an intensity I'd never felt before.

We seemed to forget about time as the clock stroke midnight and the first fireworks burst overhead, painting the night sky with vibrant hues of red, gold, and purple. James broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against my lips, "Happy New Year, Y/N. I love you."

Then, with a smoldering intensity, he captured my mouth once more in a passionate kiss that left me breathless.

The explosions of color in the sky seemed to mirror the fireworks of sensation igniting within me, each spark of pleasure fueled by the heat of James' embrace.

Lost in the magic of the moment, I forgot about everything except the man holding me close, the taste of his lips and the solid strength of his arms around me as I could finally call him mine.

heyyy you write beautifully for current James and I was wondering can I request one, if that’s alright please? They both are best friends knowing each other since they were born(they both are famous rockstars) After James divorce the reader comforts him (you can add the smut part here if you want 🙈) James realized that she was the one who he should marry not his ex wife. Feel free to add something else🖤🖤🖤

Hope you like this ❣️

Blind

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ smut, friends to lovers

You and James had been best friends since childhood. Growing up together, you shared everything from secrets to dreams. Both of you had a passion for music, and as you got older, you both pursued your dreams of becoming rockstars.

You found success with your band, while James found fame with his own. Despite being in different bands, you remained close friends, always supporting each other through the ups and downs of the music industry.

When James went through a tough divorce, you were there for him every step of the way. You listened to him vent and reminded him of his worth. You were his rock during his darkest days, and he couldn't have been more grateful for your unwavering support.

As time passed, James began to see you in a different light. He realized that you were the one who had always been there for him, the one who truly understood him and cared for him. He started to see that you were the one he should have married, not his ex-wife, realizing that he was slowly falling in love with you over all these years.

One day, as you were sitting together backstage, after a show, your band being the opening act for Metallica. The energy from the show still buzzing in the air.

James let out a sigh, running a hand through his sweaty silver hair  "Man, that was a killer show. Thanks for being a part of it." You smiled with a hand on his shoulder. "Of course, James. Today was so great. You guys were amazing as always."

He nodded, but you could see the weight of something else on his shoulders. "What's on your mind? You seem a little off."

James hesitated for a moment before opening up. "It's just...my divorce. It's been weighing on me a lot lately. I thought I was okay, but it's still hard, you know?"

You nodded sympathetically, knowing how tough it must be for him. "I'm here for you, James. You know that, right?"

He smiled gratefully, but then his expression turned serious. "There's something else I need to tell you, though. Something I've been keeping to myself for a while now." You raised an eyebrow, curious. "What is it?"

James took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. "I...I have feelings for you. More than just friendship. I've been trying to ignore it, but it's been eating away at me."

You were taken aback, not expecting this confession. But as you looked into his eyes, you saw the sincerity and vulnerability there. And at that moment, you realized that maybe he always secretly had the same feelings for you as you had for him. Wondering if you could have been married to him all this time instead of his ex-wife, sparing him the difficult divorce. But perhaps the divorce was needed to make space for something new.

"I...I don't know what to say, James," you stammered, feeling a rush of emotions. "I never knew you felt that way."

He reached out, taking your hand in his. "I understand if you don't feel the same. I just had to tell you. I couldn't keep it inside any longer."

You squeezed his hand, feeling a warmth spreading through you. "James, I...I think I feel the same way. I did for a long time, actually. I never thought you would like me in that way."

A smile spread across his face, relief evident in his eyes. "Really? You mean it?" You nodded, feeling a weight lifting off your chest. "Yes, James. I mean it."

And in that moment, backstage after a show, you and James shared a tender, heartfelt moment that would change the course of your friendship forever. Love had been hiding in the shadows, but now it was out in the open, ready to be embraced.

James smiled even more, sitting closer until you were mere inches from his body, his hand resting on your knee. He looked into your eyes, blushing. After a pause, he spoke up, his voice soft as though he was testing the waters. “I don't know what to say, um...maybe I...Can I... do something?”

You look into his blue eyes, managing a nod. James smiled tenderly, a little nervous, and lifted one of his hands to cup the side of your face, gently caressing your skin with his thumb. Without another word, James leaned in and kissed me, his lips soft and tender against mine. The kiss quickly deepened, igniting a fire within me that I had never felt before.

James hummed into the kiss, enjoying it more than he could ever imagine, which caused him to pull you closer against his body until you were pressed flush, almost no space between you two. He softly nibbled on your lower lip, silently asking for permission to continue further.

You felt your body temperature heat up and parted your lips as James slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth, his hands now gripping your hips firmly, pulling you to him. His tongue explored your mouth hungrily, a low hum reverberating in his chest.

You melt into him, now desperate for more. James continued to kiss you, his hands gripped your hips, almost possessively now, as his tongue began to gently and slowly swirl around your own. His mind was filled with you, and nothing but you. He slowly pushed you backwards until your back hit the soft cushions of the sofa.

You let out a sigh and wrapped your arms around his neck as James' body hovered over yours, strong tattooed arms kept you locked in place.

James broke the kiss for a moment, his breathing coming out in short, shallow breaths as he looked down at you, his eyes slowly raking over your form. "You're so beautiful...was so blind..." He was panting slightly, his cheeks flushed, as he lowered his head towards your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses from your jawline down to your collarbone, all the while hardening in his pants.

"Should have told you years ago, I'm sorry..." You whispered, running your fingers through his silver locks. James mumbled against your skin, his words low and his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck.

He began to leave a trail of small, gentle nips and kisses across your collarbone, his hands slowly making their way down to grip the back of your thighs. “Nevermind that... ‘m gonna make up for lost time now...”

James groaned low against your skin when you wrapped your thigh around his waist. One of his hands quickly slipped underneath it, his fingers gripping the back of it to hold you in place against him. He left a trail of kisses up the underside of your jaw, reaching your ear, and nipping at the soft lobe, gently pulling it between his teeth, his hips shifting to press against your core.

"Mhm James, I need to feel all of you...waited so long..." James groaned softly against your neck before he quickly lifted his head to look down at you. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in the sight of you. He was panting, his breath coming in shallow gasps now. “Are you sure? I don’t know if I can stop once I start, princess...”

"I don't know if I want you to stop once you start." You smiled and watched him expectantly. James looked at you for just a moment before he gently cups one side of your face with his large hand, his thumb caressing your cheek gently.

He lent down and presses a soft, slow kiss to your lips, all while his other hand slowly slides under the hem of your shirt, his fingers slowly skimming over the soft skin at your waist. When he pulled away from the kiss, he whispered against your lips. “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.”

James slowly began to pull your shirt up, exposing more of your skin, all while his mouth began to leave a trail of kisses down the new bared skin, stopping to remove the piece of clothing from you, throwing it aside.

He looked down at your bra for a moment before he gently palmed your breast through the fabric until his other hand snaked around to your back to undo the hook of your bra. “God… I’ve imagined seeing you like this… so many times… couldn’t get the sight out of my mind…”

James gently slipped your bra off and quickly tossed it somewhere, his eyes slowly raking over your bare chest. He swallowed thickly before he looked back at you, his breath catching in his throat for a moment. “You're perfect."

You shivered once the cool air hit your naked chest, nipples standing tall in anticipation. James slowly lowered his head to your chest, his gaze never leaving your own as he began to lay a trail of open-mouthed kisses and gentle nips along your collarbone, down the center of your chest, his hands squeezing you gently, followed by a pause to undress from the sweaty shirt he's wearing adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor.

He kicked off his boots before opening his leather pants to undress, before he placed hungry kisses on your belly. James warm breath caressed your skin, you felt a shiver run down your spine. His gentle kisses left a path of tingling desire in their wake.

When he reached the waistband of your shorts, he paused, seeking silent consent. Your body was arching subtly into his touch, as if begging him to proceed. With a soft hum of approval, James eased your zipper down, his fingers grazing the sensitive flesh beneath. He peeled back the fabric, revealing the lacy edges of your panties. A slow, sensual smile spreads across his face as he pulls the heeled boots from your feet, followed by your shorts.

You watched his every move, impatiently waiting to finally feel all of the man you always dreamed of. James admired the sight before leaning down to place a soft kiss right above your clit, through the lace, making you wetter by the second.

The delicate lace of your panties was no barrier to James's questing mouth. He pressed tender kisses against the damp fabric, his breath hot and enticing against your most intimate area. Each kiss sent ripples of pleasure coursing through your body, making you squirm restlessly beneath him. The friction of the lace against your swollen clit heightened your sensitivity, and you couldn't suppress a needy whimper as your hips lift involuntarily, seeking more contact. "James, please, I need you."

James chuckled low in his throat as his hands slid up your thighs, thumbs brushing against the outer lips of your sex through the thin material. Slowly, almost reverently, he begun to peel away the lacy barrier, exposing your glistening folds to his eager gaze.

He discarded his boxers with haste, freeing his impressive length from its confines. It sprang forth, thick and hard. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him, your tongue darting out to wet suddenly dry lips. He looked magnificent, all sinewy muscle and raw masculinity. When he wrapped one large hand around his shaft, giving himself a slow stroke from base to tip, you couldn't tear your gaze away.

The movement was mesmerizing, his calloused palm gliding over velvety skin. He pumped himself languidly, his thumb swirling around the leaking head, smearing the clear fluid. All the while, his heated gaze remained locked on yours, dark with promise and barely restrained hunger.

"Up to your expectations, sweetheart? Tell me, do you want this?" James hovered over you, hot and ready.

Without breaking eye contact, you reached up and grasped James's firm buttocks, pulling him closer until the tip of his cock nudges against your slick folds. "Give me what I wanted for so long."

Your words, laced with longing and yearning, serve as a catalyst for the intense moment about to unfold. With a sigh, James lined up with your entrance before sheathing himself within your welcoming heat. A collective gasp echoed through the room as he fills you completely, his girth stretching your inner walls deliciously.

For a fleeting instant, you remained still, savoring the sensation of being utterly joined. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, James began to move. Each stroke was a masterful blend of tenderness and passion, designed to stoke the flames of your desire to a fever pitch.

As he picked up pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, punctuated by your breathy moans and James's guttural groans.

Your body responded instinctively to James's rhythmic thrusts, undulating beneath him as waves of pleasure began to crest. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, so deeply connected to another, was almost overwhelming in its intensity.

With each powerful stroke, James seemed to hit that sweet spot inside you, sending jolts of electricity coursing through your veins. Your nails dig into his back, urging him on as you lost yourself in the relentless build of ecstasy.

James's hands roamed your curves possessively, one palm cupping your breast while the other teases your clit. His touch was electric, every caress heightening the ardor between you until you were both panting and straining towards the precipice of climax.

"Oh fuck, Jamie. I'm coming..." Your breathy cry of impending release spurred James on, his hips pistoning faster as he drives into you with renewed vigor.

"I've got you," James rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own orgasm. "Let go, sweetheart. Come for me."

His thumb on your clit rubbed tight circles around the swollen nub as he continues to pound into you. The dual sensations prove too much, and with a keening wail, you tumble over the edge into oblivion.

Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over you, your inner muscles clamping down around James's shaft as you convulse beneath him.

James' body tensed, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he buries himself to the hilt within you. His hot seed pulsed forth in powerful spurts, filling you to the brim as he rides out the intense climax.

For a few moments, you remained entwined, caught in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. James' face was a mask of satisfaction, his eyes closed as he savors the feeling of your warmth enveloping him. You could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your own, a soothing counterpoint to the chaos of emotions swirling inside you.

Slowly, James pulled out, his softening member slipping free with a wet sound. A tender smile played on his lips as he brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "I was a blind man, very blind..."

"And I was just plain stupid to not tell you what I feel..." As you lay there, breathless and spent, you knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. Despite the challenges and obstacles that lay ahead, you were certain that your love would conquer all.

And as you held each other close, you whispered, "I love you, James. I always will." And in that moment, you knew that you were meant to be together, now and forever.

Hi, you write so beautifully for current James and I was wondering if I could request one, if that’s alright please? They both meet by chance and feel some connection towards each other. Reader isn’t very confident, but decides to give in and experience some loving even if it’s temporary and maybe not real. They spend an intense night full of passion, lots of emotions, different poses, etc. James is very sweet and worships all of her. They also talk to each other about everything and their bond only gets stronger. Day comes and he wakes up alone in bed as she left knowing that there never could be something between them. Feel free to add either a happy or sad ending. Thank you!! ❤️

So sorry this took me so long, I hope this is what you had in mind ❤️

Sweet connection

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ Fluff and Smut 

Beneath the fluorescent lights on the inside of the gas station, the day unfolds like a cracked vinyl record, the same monotonous tune repeating itself with every passing hour. You stand behind the counter, absentmindedly sorting through a delivery of tobacco products. It was just another boring day where customers came and went, each interaction as forgettable as the last.

“Hey, can I get one of these, please?” a voice calls out, breaking through your dull concentration.

You turn, expecting to see a tired regular or a bleary-eyed traveler seeking a caffeine fix. Instead, your heart leaps into your throat as you process the sight before you, the unmistakable silhouette of James Hetfield, standing in front of you with casual confidence.

You blink as the world suddenly dims, the buzzing lights and distant sounds fading into the background. “Oh, um... sure!" You manage, scolding yourself for how utterly starstruck you feel. You can practically feel your cheeks turning crimson.

James raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Is that a yes?” His voice was rich and deep, like the heavy thrum of a guitar riff, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“Y-yes! Right away!” you stammer, focusing your attention back to the display of cigars as if the neatly arranged packages would provide you with the composure you desperately need. Your fingers tremble as you fish one out, nearly dropping it twice before you turn around to the register and the Metallica frontman.

As you scan the item, you risk a glance at him. James was studying you with an amused expression, those piercing blue eyes strangely warm, as if they saw more than just a stranger. “You a fan?” he asks with a chuckle, seemingly being able to see right through you, leaning against the counter, his presence both intimidating and thrilling.

“Uh, yeah! I mean, I am, but—” you interrupt yourself, unsure how to express your admiration without sounding like a babbling fangirl. “I just didn’t expect to see you here. Like, in this... gas station,” she replied awkwardly.

He chuckles again, that rich sound echoing in your ears, and you can't ignore how his soft laughter makes you feel all fluttery inside. “Yeah, I tend to haunt the unlikeliest of places."

“I can see that,” you say with a shy smile, thankful that your voice seems to be regaining some of its earlier confidence. You hand him the sealed package and your fingers brush slightly, sending a jolt of electricity through you. His gaze lingers on yours, and time feels like it has hit the brakes.

He glances around, as if noticing for the first time how small and mundane the place is. “You know, it’s nice to get away from the limelight sometimes. Just bought a house around here. That's if you're wondering what I'm doing in a small town like this." 

His words take you by surprise. You had never expected to hear something so personal from a rockstar. It was as if he felt a strange sense of trust in you, despite knowing you are a fan.

"I can understand that, Mr. Hetfield," you reply, your voice trembling slightly. "It must be hard to live a life in the spotlight."

He nods, a hint of weariness in his eyes. "Yeah. Sometimes, it's nice to just be... normal, you know? To have a quiet place to retreat to."

"It's nice here, would you like me to show you around sometime?" You ask, the question spilling from your lips before you can stop it.

He looks at you, surprised, then a slow smile spreads across his face. "I wouldn't mind that," he says, his eyes twinkling.

"Well I...you know where you can find me." You smile and watch his curious features before he pays for his cigars and gas.

You talk for a few more minutes, your conversation flowing effortlessly despite your nervous demeanor.

As he turns to leave, you can't help but feel a strange sense of connection with him. Despite your vastly different lives, you share a common desire for peace and simplicity.

"Thank you." he says, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "It's nice to talk to someone who understands. Oh and call me James."

With that, he strides out of the gas station, leaving behind a lingering sense of wonder and an unexpected memory. As you watch his car disappear into the distance, you can't shake the feeling that you just had an encounter with a man who, beneath the rockstar persona, was simply a human being longing for simple connection.

You feel your gaze drawn towards the window, the cars passing by, a welcoming distraction from your rambling thoughts. Lost in your reverie, you barely notice the incessant buzzing of a phone.

Glancing down at your own, you realize with a start that it was not the source of the noise. Your eyes fall on the foreign device resting on the counter—James' phone. A sigh escapes your lips as you realize the predicament.

Tossing up your options, you decide to return the phone after work. You know you could inquire in town about his new abode or simply search for his distinctive car.

Curiosity mingles with a sense of anticipation as you plot your evening adventure. You'll find a way to make his forgotten phone a bridge, a chance to cross the space that separates you, a chance to maybe find your way into his life.

You clock out of work at the end of your shift and get into your car, ready to face your mission. As you drive your heart beats a little faster and after a few wrong turns, you finally navigate your way to a lakeside neighborhood, where the air carries the scent of pine and tranquility.

There you spot it, a sleek black luxury SUV parked in the driveway of a very modern style country house. You park your own car and step out, your pulse racing. As you approach the house, each step is a mixture of excitement and trepidation. What if he’s not home? What if he is? Would he even remember you?

You walk up to the front door, the air thick with anticipation and ring the doorbell. Moments later, the door swings open, revealing that familiar face. He blinks in surprise, and his eyes widen in recognition. "It's you!" he exclaims, and suddenly, the world fades away.

“Your phone,” you manage to say, holding it out like a peace offering. His soft laugh dances through the evening air.

"Oh wow, there it is, I had no clue where I left my phone, I was searching the whole house. Can't believe you went through all this trouble to bring it back to me despite not knowing where to find me...," he says, his voice filled with gratitude.

"It was no trouble at all...it's a small town you know..." you reply, trying to keep your cool despite the fact that you were standing in front of one of your biggest idols. "I just wanted to make sure you got it back."

"Well thank you, I appreciate it," James says, a small smile playing on his lips. "Would you like to come in for a drink? I feel like I owe you one."

You can't believe your luck. Not only are you standing at James Hetfield's front door, but now he is inviting you into his home. "Oh I...I would love to," you say, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice.

As you walk into his house, you can't help but take in every detail. A very rustic farmhouse style but at the same time very modern and the air was filled with the faint scent of incense. James leads you to the living room and offers some coffee which you gladly accept.

"So, I didn't get your name did I?" James asks from the kitchen, before taking a seat on the couch next to you after placing two cups of coffee on the wooden table in front of you.

"I'm Y/N," you reply, feeling a rush of nerves at the thought of actually having a conversation with him.

"Well, Y/N, I have to say, I'm impressed by your honesty and determination, I haven't even realized I lost my phone for the longest time, and that anyone who found it would respect my privacy is quite a rare thing I guess...," James says, his eyes meeting yours.

You feel your cheeks flush at his words. "Oh I promise I haven't touched it since finding it on the counter...I just couldn't let your phone go missing," you say, trying to sound casual.

James chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, I'm glad you did. And who knows, maybe it was fate that brought us together. It's nice to get to know someone from around the area you know." 

You can't believe what you are hearing. Is James Hetfield actually flirting with you? You take a sip of your coffee, trying to calm your racing heart.

As the evening goes on, you talk and laugh, sharing stories and getting to know each other. And as the hours pass, you realize that maybe, just maybe, this chance encounter at work could turn into something more for real.

"You know I'm having quite a hard time these days, after my recent divorce..." James says as he's staring ahead as if to avoid your gaze despite deciding to tell you about his personal problems.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. I can only imagine how difficult it must be for you," you reply sympathetically, reaching out to touch his hand in a gesture of comfort.

"Yeah, it's been tough. I never thought I would be going through something like this. I thought she was the one, you know?" James says, his voice filled with a hint of sadness.

"I understand. It's never easy when a relationship comes to an end, especially when you thought it would last forever," you say, trying to offer some words of encouragement.

"I just feel a little lost, like I put so much of myself into that relationship, and now it's gone," James tells you.

"It's okay to feel that way, James. It's all a part of the healing process. Just remember that you are not alone, and there are people who care about you and want to help you through a difficult time," you say, squeezing his hand gently.

"I appreciate that, I really do. It's just hard, you know." James says.

"Take it one day at a time. Allow yourself to process your feelings. And remember, there is always hope for a brighter future, even in the darkest of times," you say, offering him a small smile of reassurance.

"Thank you for listening, and for being here for me. It means more than you know," James says, finally meeting your gaze with a look of gratitude in his eyes.

"Of course, James. I want to see you happy. You deserve nothing less," you say, giving his hand one final squeeze before letting go.

As you sit in silence, the weight of James' words hanging in the air, you realize that sometimes the greatest act of kindness is simply being there for someone in their time of need. And in that moment, you know that you will do whatever it takes to help James find his way back to happiness. As much as you can do that is.

"Thank you, really. I'll be fine, I just had to get away for a bit, so I came here and bought this house. You know a place I can come back to whenever I need to clear my head for a while."

"You sure made the right decision like you'll love it here and this view? Look at that, it's fantastic." Admires the sight out of the large windows, giving you an amazing overview of the lake outside. 

As you stare out into the scenery, James nods but keeps his eyes on you, having a much better view, admiring the person in front of him, yearning for something that makes him feel desired and something that reminds him of his once felt love towards someone. 

The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, reflected in the still surface of the lake. "I know it's beautiful," James says, his voice calm and soft, "but not quite as beautiful as you..."

You turn your head, catching the warmth in his gaze. He had moved closer, his arm resting against the back of the sofa, his hand gently resting on your thigh. A shiver runs down your spine, not from the cool air, but from the intensity of his eyes.

"James..." you breathe, your heart hammering against your ribs. He doesn't speak, simply leans in, his lips coming to brush yours in a feather-light touch. His kiss was slow, a gentle exploration, tasting of the unspoken desires.

You feel a rush of emotions flood through you as you melt into his touch. The world around you seems to fade away as you lose yourself in the moment. His hand moves from your thigh to cup your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

You can feel the heat between you, the electricity crackling in the air. It seems to be a moment of pure connection, a moment where everything else ceases to exist. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own.

You kiss him back eagerly as he pulls you closer. And then, suddenly, he grabs your leg and pulls you into his lap, holding onto your thighs to keep you seated.

His touch is electric, sending a jolt of desire through you as you look into his eyes, dark with desire. "Do you want this?" he whispers against your lips, his breath hot against your skin.

You nod, unable to form words as you lean in to kiss him again. The connection between you is intense, a fire burning between you that threatens to consume you both.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, you look into his eyes and whisper, "Yes, I need this..."

And with that, you surrender yourself to the passion that had been building between you, letting go of all inhibitions as you give yourself over.

You can feel James' hands grabbing onto your hips, pulling you closer to him, body pressed against his. The contact is making you shiver and your heart pound in your chest. 

His lips find your neck, placing hot kisses on your skin and you moan softly, hands moving to the hem of his shirt, fingers finding their way underneath the fabric, feeling his warm skin. 

Your touch makes goosebumps rise on James' skin, his lips moving to your ear, breath hot against your flesh.

"You're so fucking sexy," he whispers, his hands moving to your thighs, fingers digging into them. You bite your bottom lip, hands wandering to the front of his pants, your fingers nervously fumbling with his belt. You can already feel the hardness through James' jeans, your body influenced by the action.

You let out a soft breath as your digits finally manage to undo his belt, hand slipping inside his pants, your fingers wrapping around his hard cock.

"Fuck, Y/N," James gasps, his hips bucking into your hand. You start to stroke him, hand moving up and down his length, your thumb brushing over the head of his cock, spreading the precum that had leaked out. You can feel him getting harder in your palm and you lean forward once more, lips finding his, your tongues dancing together as you continue to stroke him.

"I want you, James," You whisper against his mouth and James lets out a soft groan, his large hands moving to your ass, pulling you closer to him.

"I want to feel you inside of me." You murmur into the kiss. "Fuck, if you continue doing this, I'm gonna cum," James moans as you can feel him getting closer. 

He lets out a soft sigh, his hands moving to your shirt, undoing the buttons. You squeal internally as he removes it from your shoulders, hands going to your bra, undoing the clasp. As the bra falls away, James's hands replace it, cupping your petite breasts, thumbs gently brushing over peaked nipples. He kneads the soft flesh, his touch both possessive and adoring. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his lips finding yours again, his kiss tender and deep.

You moan into the kiss, body trembling with need. James's expert touch drives you wild, and you can feel your pussy getting wetter by the second. You pull away slightly, eyes dark with desire. "James, please."

In response, James moves to gently push you down onto your back, bare skin touching the texture of the sofa and your legs wrapping themselves around his waist. 

He kicks off his shoes before pulling the shirt over his head, your eyes locked on his delicious appearance, body well maintained, tattooed arms strong and ready to keep you in place.  

James's hands move to the waist of your pants, quickly undoing the button and pulling the zipper down. With a swift motion, he peels the pants off, leaving you in only a pair of skimpy lace panties.

James gazes at your naked body, a look of appreciation on his face. "You're gorgeous," he breathes, his eyes raking over your form. "I can't wait any longer."

With that, James is on his feet and quickly sheds the rest of his own clothes, his cock erect and proud, throbbing with need. "I want you inside of me," you murmur.

Groaning, James climbs back onto the sofa, hovering over your body, hooking his inked fingers into the waistband of your panties before pulling them down your legs. Left bare, he situates himself between your spread legs. He rubs his tip teasingly against your wet entrance, causing your hips to buck instinctively. "You want it, baby?" he asks, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me how much you want this." 

"I want it so bad." You pant, eyes fixed on where both of your bodies join. "Please, fill me up. I need to feel you, take me hard."

James doesn't need to be told twice. With a savage growl, he plunges deep into your tight and welcoming heat. You cry out, your back arching off the sofa as you feel every inch of James's thick cock filling you up.

He starts to move, his hips snapping as he establishes a steady rhythm. Your hands grasp his ass, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper. "Fuck me, James," you moan, voice breathy. "Harder, please."

James complies, slamming into you needily with each powerful thrust. Your eyes roll back in your head as you cling to James, nails digging into his flesh. "That's it, baby," James growls, his hands holding onto your thighs, spreading them wider to allow even deeper penetration. "Take it all. You're doing so good."

The sound of your flesh slapping together fills the room, accompanied by your whines of pleasure. James leans down, capturing a swollen nipple with his mouth, sucking and biting gently as he continues to thrust. "You gonna cum for me?" he urges, his voice rough. "Let me feel you come around my cock."

Your soon to be happening orgasm hits you like a freight train. You cry out, body shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washes over you. James feels your pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, milking him, and it's all he can take. With a few more powerful thrusts, he spills himself deep inside of you, moaning freely as his release coats your gummy walls.

Collapsing onto your sweaty body, James tries to catch his breath, his own body slick with sweat. Your arms wrap around him, a satisfied smile on your face. "That was incredible," you whispered, stroking James's silver hair.

James chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "We're not done yet," he promises, already feeling his cock stirring again. "I have a feeling this night is going to be very long and very satisfying."

And it was. James and you explore each other's bodies with relentless passion, discovering new ways to pleasure each other with each passing hour. It was a night of uninhibited desire, one that both would remember with intense satisfaction for a very long time.

The sheets were a tangled mess, and your bodies were spent, but the smile on your faces said it all. It was a night of pure, unadulterated, erotic bliss but it all seemed to end too soon when James awoke in his bed by early morning, left with nothing but a cold and empty mattress next to him, your presence still lingering in every cell of his body, making him let out a sigh as he stares at the ceiling wondering when he deserves to feel that certain kind of happiness again, not just for one simple night but for a brighter future.

But little did he know that you would come back with a warm smile and a fresh breakfast waiting for him, driving all the way to the best bakery in town by early morning, hoping he would still be asleep and not sad about your disappearance. And after the sun rises he would be one happy man with wonderful hopes for the future. 

Hiii can you do a part 2 of forbidden encounter

Happy about your request, I hope you like it, tried my best 🥰

Forbidden Encounter 2

After your last secret encounter James invites you to a party at his house where you end up having another spicy adventure in his garden shed.

Read Part 1

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ Smut, age gap

It was a perfect summer day, the sun shining brightly in the sky and a gentle breeze blowing through the air. You had been invited to a BBQ party at James' house, and you couldn't wait to see him again after your last encounter. As you arrive at the party, you can hear the sound of laughter and chatter coming from the garden where everyone was gathered. You walk over to join the bunch of people, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at being around James again.

You spot him standing by the grill, chatting with some friends. He looks handsome as ever, his tattooed arms peeking from his shirt as he takes care of lighting up the barbecue with a big smile on his face as he talks. You can't help but feel a flutter in your chest as you make your way over to him. He turns to face you as you approach, his smile widening at the sight of you.

"Hey, there you are," he says, reaching out to give you a quick hug. "I'm so glad you could make it."

You return his hug, feeling a rush of warmth at his touch and the smell of his perfume intoxicates your mind . You can't deny the chemistry between the two of you, and being in his presence only heightens your feelings.

"Hey James. Do you need help with anything?" You speak, offering your assistance.

James looks over at you with a knowing smile. "No, it's alright. Just sit back and relax."

You nod, feeling a little guilty for not making yourself useful. "Are you sure? I don't mind helping out."

He shakes his head, waving you off. "No, no. I've got it under control. Why don't you go grab a drink and enjoy yourself? The grill won't be ready for a little while."

You hesitate for a moment, but eventually relent. "Alright, if you're sure. I'll go grab a drink then."

You shrug and walk inside to the large kitchen, chatting with some friends before grabbing a drink from the cooler pouring the inside into a plastic cup.

Once a beverage in hand, you head out into the garden where the party is in full swing. The sound of laughter and chatter surround you as you scan the crowd for familiar faces.

You spot your dad talking animatedly with Lars and another friend. You make your way over to them, a smile on your face as you greet them both. Lars pulls you in a quick hug and smiles. "Hey! You like to hang with the old farts huh? Or just making sure your old man stays out of trouble?" Lars jokes and your dad smacks his head jokingly with a playful glare making you laugh. "Maybe I do. James invited me so I came." You shrug with a smile, playing it cool but you can feel your dads eyes watching you curiously.

As you chat, you can't help but steal glances at James from across the yard and your mind keeps drifting back to your past experience. You try to push the thoughts of James aside as you focus on enjoying the party.

As the day wears on, the smell of grilled meat fills the air, signaling that food was soon to be ready. You find yourself getting hungry, your stomach growling in anticipation of the delicious food that awaits you.

Seeing James standing alone in front of the grill, you can't help but admire the way he looks so focused and skilled as he flips the steaks. You make your way over and casually lean against the counter next to him, fiddling with the cup in your hand as the delicious smell of food fills your nostrils.

"Wow, look at that meat," you say, trying to break the silence between the both of you.

James raises an eyebrow and smirks as he follows your eyes wandering between the food and his arms, "Are you talking about the steaks or my arms?"

You blush at his teasing tone, feeling a bit flustered as you stammer, "Uh, I mean, both. The steaks look delicious, and your arms are… impressive."

He chuckles and turns his attention back to the grill, flipping the steaks with ease. "Thanks, I've been working out a lot lately. Gotta stay in shape for the younger generation."

You can't help but admire him, feeling a warmth spreading through you as you watch him in action. "You're really good at this, James. I'm impressed by your skills."

He glances over at you, a soft smile playing on his lips as he chuckles. "Thanks, but it's easy when you have good company to cook for. Plus it's a bonus when the person I'm cooking for is as gorgeous as you."

You blush at his compliment, feeling your cheeks warm at the way he was looking at you. You can't deny the attraction you feel towards him, the way your heart races whenever he was near. Maybe this barbecue was more than just a friendly gathering after all.

As James finishes the majority of his cooking, you begin to plate up the food, setting everything up on a table next to the grill. He hands you a plate with a smile and places a perfect looking steak on top, his eyes meeting yours in a silent exchange that speaks volumes. "Thanks for the help. Enjoy."

As the sun begins to set, the scent of food fills the air as friends and family gather around the barbecue. James had been manning the grill all afternoon but now he finally took a break to join the festivities.

The music is loud, the drinks are flowing, and laughter fills the air. Everyone is in high spirits as they enjoy the delicious spread of food that has been prepared. James can't help but smile as he watches his loved ones chatting and laughing, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of the sunset.

As the evening wore on, the party only seemed to get livelier. People start dancing, moving to the beat of the music and letting loose.

James watches you all evening, waiting for the perfect moment to steal you away from the crowd without anyone noticing. He sees his opportunity as you make your way to the buffet to get another quick snack.

Just as you reach for some bread, James appears at your side, his hand gently wrapping around your wrist. Startled, you turn to face him, only to find yourself being pulled away from the party and into the shadows of the nearby garden shed.

Confusion and excitement wars within you as James presses you against the closed door of the shed, his eyes filled with hunger and longing. In the dim light, you can see the intensity of his gaze, the way his chest rises and falls with each breath.

"I missed you." James whispers, his voice low and husky. The words hang in the air between you, charged with emotion and desire.

Without a word, James leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel his warm breath against your skin, sending a rush of electricity through your body.

And then his lips are on yours, soft and urgent, pouring out all the pent-up emotions he had been keeping hidden. You melt into his embrace, feeling the heat of his touch searing through you.

James' hands wanders up your hips, squeezing them roughly as he pulls your body tight against his.

You moan into the kiss as you feel James' hardness pressing into your stomach. You know what he wants and are more than eager to give it to him. With a growl, James pulls away, looking into your eyes with a mixture of lust and intensity.

"You want more, don't you, baby?" James growls, his breath hot on your face. "Wanna get fucked nice and hard just like last time?" You nod, biting your lip as a shiver runs down your spine.

James forcefully swings you around before he bends you over a large storage box in the corner of the shed. The box was sturdy and at the perfect height to expose your ass which James immediately starts groping.

"Such a beautiful sight," James mutters as he slaps your ass, making you gasp. "I've been thinking about this ass ever since I last had it."

He slides his hand between your legs, rubbing you through your thin shorts. You arch your back, pushing your ass back against James' groin as you let out a moan.

"Take these off," James orders, pulling at your shorts. You lift your hips, allowing him to peel them down your legs, along with your lacy panties, leaving you completely exposed.

You feel the cool air on your wet pussy and instinctively spread your legs, giving James full access. He takes advantage, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he slips two fingers inside you, eliciting a loud moan from you.

"Such a little slut for me, aren't you?" James teases, pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping hole. "I bet you've been thinking about my cock ever since the last time I fucked you senseless."

You whimper and nod vigorously. James leans down, his hot breath on your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe.

"I'm going to fill that tight pussy up again," he whispers. "Gonna stretch you out and make you cum all over my cock."

With that, James stands and removes his digits before he pulls down his pants and lines his throbbing dick up with your waiting hole. He grasps your hips and slowly slides himself into you, moaning at the tightness that envelopes him.

You bite your lip to stifle a scream as you feel James fill you up. James starts to thrust slowly, pulling out until just the tip of his cock remains inside before slamming back into you.

"Fuck, you feel so good," James groans, picking up the pace. "Tight little pussy was made for my cock."

Your moans fill the shed as James pounds into you. Your juices flowing freely, coating James' shaft with each deep thrust.

"That's it, baby, you gonna cum for me?"James pants, feeling your pussy clench around him.

As if on command, your body trembles, your orgasm washing over you as you cry out James' name, muffled by his large hand. Feeling your pussy pulsate around him sends James over the edge, and with a few more sharp thrusts, he unloads his hot cum deep inside you.

As his orgasm subsides, James wraps his arms around you. He kisses you then, a deep, passionate kiss that speaks of his gratitude and desire. Breaking the kiss, he nuzzles your neck, his breath warm on your skin as he whispers, "Damn, woman, you are incredible."

James pulls out, his spent cock twitching as he watches his cum leak out of you. He smacks your ass playfully, causing you to jump.

"That's what I like to see," he says with a satisfied smile. "My cum dripping out of that sweet pussy."

You turn your head, giving James a cheeky grin. "This our thing now?"

James laughs, pulling you to your feet and kissing you. "Dirty little thing," he growls against your lips.

You shiver as James pulls away, already looking forward to the next time you could sneak away and continue your heated affair.

Facing him, you bit your lip. James notices the gesture, and a grin spreads across his face. "You've got that look in your eye, baby. What are you thinking about?"

"Why the shed though? You got no bedroom?" You joke playfully, making James chuckle. "Where's the fun in that?", before he gets dressed and kisses you before pulling you to your feet.

Reaching down, he picks up your shorts, crumpled on the floor where they had been hastily discarded earlier. "Get dressed, baby. I'm sure someone noticed our absence by now." Though he spoke of caution, you both knew the risk only added to the thrill.

You take the offered shorts and step into them, feeling the material slide over your sensitive skin, still buzzing from the orgasms James had coaxed from you.

Once dressed you both knew your secret affair wasn't over yet. There were more pleasures to be had, more boundaries to push, and you were eager to explore every delicious possibility together.

Forbidden Encounter

James is good friends with your dad who's also in a band and you meet him at a show which leads to you both secretly fucking on the backseat of his car.

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ Smut, age gap

You stand in the crowd, watching your dad's band perform on stage, your eyes immediately fall on him - James. He was a close friend of your dad and you had always had a major crush on him. But he was like a forbidden fruit, always out of reach. His smile was captivating, his eyes sparkle in the blinding spotlights and you can't help but steal glances at him the whole evening. Every time your eyes meet, your heart skips a beat.

His presence alone makes your heart race, and you can't tear your eyes away from him. You knew it was wrong to have such feelings for your dad's friend, but it was impossible to ignore the desire you felt for him. Despite the fact that he could potentially be your father, you couldn't help but be captivated by his charm and charisma.

As the show continues, you can't shake the feeling of longing that fills you. You knew that you would have to push these feelings aside, that a relationship with James was out of the question. Despite the forbidden nature of your potential relationship, you couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for you.

But then he disappears from your sight. You know you had to find him, take that chance to have your way with him.

You sneak out of the concert and follow your instincts, guided by the pull you felt towards him. You stumble upon James standing by his sleek black car, puffing away on a cigar. His brooding eyes meet yours as you approach him, and a flirtatious smile plays on his lips. Without hesitating, you walk up to him and your eyes meet once again.

"James, hey," you say softly, trying to mask the nervousness in your voice.

"Hey there, beautiful," James says, his voice smooth and alluring. "Care to join me for a smoke? I've been having a feeling you'll come find me."

You hesitate for a moment, feeling a rush of nerves at his confident demeanor. But something in his gaze makes your heart race, and you find yourself nodding, unable to resist his charm. "Why'd you leave?"

"Needed some fresh air I guess..." As you stand by his side, James leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours.

"Actually I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time," he confesses. "I can't explain it, but there's something about you that draws me in. Guess I've always had a thing for my friend's daughter."

You blush at his bold admission, but can't deny the sudden surge of desire that course through you. Before you know it, James pulls you into a fierce kiss, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back.

The next thing you know, you're entangled in a heated embrace in the backseat of his car, lost in a whirlwind of desire and longing. The windows fog up as you give in to the undeniable chemistry between you, his touch setting your soul on fire.

As you feel James' lips on your neck, a shiver runs down your spine. His touch is electrifying, but deep down, you know this was wrong. You shouldn't be doing this, not here, not now.

"Mhm James...this is so wrong..." You manage to whisper, trying to resist the urge to melt into his embrace.

You can see the raw emotion in his eyes, the desire he feels for you. James' hand find it's way between your legs and he whispers in your ear, "No one needs to know, sweetheart. It'll be our little secret."

As James' hand disappears under your black dress, you can't help but let out a soft moan of anticipation. His fingers graze against your wet panties, causing a sensation to ripple through you.

"Gosh, look at you," James whispers, his voice filled with desire. "You're soaked and I haven't even touched you yet."

His words send shivers down your spine as you feel your heart race with excitement. You can feel the heat between you growing, the tension thick in the air.

"Please," You beg, your voice hoarse and full of need. "I need you to touch me."

James obliges, sliding his hand inside your panties and moaning softly at the feel of the warmth and wetness. His finger finds your clit, and he starts to rub slow, lazy circles, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

James adds another finger, sliding it into you, slowly in time with the circles he rubs on your clit. "You like that, baby?" he growls, his hot breath in your ear sending shivers down your spine. "You like it when I finger-fuck your tight pussy?"

With a shaky breath you reach out for his belt, brushing your hand against his hard bulge.

He grabs your wrist and removes your hand before undressing you in a swift movement, leaving you in just your panties. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulls them down, revealing your bare pussy.

James growls, his eyes fixated on your wetness. He bends down and presses his mouth against you, his tongue lapping at your clit. "So beautiful."

You cry out, your hands reaching out to grab the back of his head as he eats you out. He slides a second finger into you, slowly in time with the the way his tongue moved against your bundle of nerves.

“You like that, baby?” he growls, his hot breath against your cunt sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, fuck yes,” you moan, your hips bucking against his mouth.

“You’re so hot, baby. I can’t wait to fuck you,” he growls, his voice low and husky.

You reach down and grab his hair, pulling him closer to you. “Then fuck me already,” you demand, your voice breathy with need.

James removes himself from you for a moment, his eyes blazing with desire. He strips off his clothes, revealing his hard cock, looking mighty fine for his age.

He grabs your hips and positions himself between your legs. He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, before thrusting into you in one swift motion.

You gasp audibly, your back arching off the backseat as he fills you up. James sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming into yours as he fucks you hard and fast.

You reach out and cling onto his back as he thrusts into you. James leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he fucks you.

You moan into the kiss, your body trembling as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

James reaches down and rubs your clit, his fingers circling the sensitive spot.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You convulse around James’s cock, your pussy milking him as you come.

James growls, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reaches his own climax. He buries himself deep inside you, his cock twitching as he fills you up with his cum.

James collapses on top of you, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.

You wrap your arms around him, your bodies slick with sweat.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” James pants, his voice low and husky.

You smile, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Yeah, it was,” you agree, your voice barely above a whisper. "You still got it Hetfield."

James chuckles, his body pressed against yours as you lie on the backseat of the steamy car, both of you panting and trying to catch your breaths. You run your fingers through his grey hair, your other hand tracing the curve of his chest. "Will we do this again sometime?" You blink and look up at James hopefully. "Maybe, but for now we'll keep this our dirty little secret alright?" He smiles and leans down to give me a final kiss, knowing it won't be our last.

heyyy can I request, black album era James with a younger female reader gf that is super nice and let's him do what he wants, but he took her on tour and left her alone in the hotel room to drink so she snaps and calls him out, shocking him. everything else is for u to dwell on (can he smutty 😗)

AHHHH JAMES REQUESTEDDD FINALLYYY

they put a content label thingy what the fingle 💔 also I was listening to closer while I got this ask so perfect timing ilysm

this is a bit short, I promise next fic request I get I'll make it longer cuz my writing has been lacking in the length :( if this was bad don't jump me I was very rushed ;-;

☠︎ 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔬𝔡 ☠︎︎

☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎☢︎︎

warnings: slight angst, drinking, smut, unprotected p in v, light thigh riding? hair pulling, make-up sex, overstimulation, squirting, uhh i think that's it, if I missed anything lmk, otherwise happy reading anyway love ya☺︎

𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹

Since you were younger than him, James always looked out for you.

You never cared what he did, as long as he never cheated, and he loved you too much to ever cheat. He felt like you'd be bored while you were on tour with him, but you always begged and begged for him to take you with him, reassuring it won't be much different on tour than at home.

Lucky for you, he couldn't possibly say no to your pretty doe eyes, so right before his next tour he said yes, and you beamed, excited for the scenery you could get a view of from your hotel bathrooms, and more importantly, your time with James on his free days.

What you didn't expect was to spend your nights just drinking what he had brought you. Yeah, you expected to be alone, but you didn't expect it to be this torturous. You didn't want to be a bother, so everytime he asked, you'd just say "nothing, it's all good". He'd ask twice for reassurance, but you'd always say you were positive.

Now here you were, two bottles of Jack down, drunk and turned on over absolutely nothing. He had called and said the band's going to an after-party for the release of their new self-titled album, and he'll be back soon, but that call was at 11pm, and it's now 2:30. You were just about to get up and find a way to get to him, until you heard his keys jingling and the front door opening.

You rushed to the front door, and he went up and greeted you with a hug and a kiss to your forehead, until he noticed the little angered pout on your face.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

He asked you, to which he got a slight hit to the chest. He looked at you with a confused expression until you sighed finally got to talking. "I hate to admit it and be that way, but I hate this! Each time you come home you don't ever do anything, and fucking silicone isn't enough! I want you, Jamie, I just don't wanna be a bother and ask you for a bunch of stuff, and i'm tired of it!" You said, a bit louder than intended. He looked at you with a shocked expression, and parted his lips to say something, but you cut him off and stormed off to the bed and lied down, facing the opposite direction of him.

He stood frozen, before he snapped out of it went up and lied next to you, turning you around and curling you up to his chest. You still had an angered pout on your face, but you couldn't stop your smile when you looked up at his ocean blue eyes, and your cold hand found his cheek and your warm lips found his. He immediately kissed you back, and sat up against the headboard, before nudging you leg a bit, so you were straddling his thigh. His thumbs dipped under the waistband of your shorts before slowly pulling them down.

"Get off on me, baby."

He said with a low and husky tone. His hand found the small of your back, guiding your movements. You tried to keep your noise down, until he whispered, his lips touching the shell of your ear, "Don't be quiet, doll. I wanna hear you." This spurred you on to move your hips faster, eliciting soft moans from you. You quickly moved off of him and went to straddle his lap. "I can't cum without you, Jamie." He gave you a smirk and went to pull down his jeans.

He rubbed the tip of his hard cock against your folds, making you gasp. "Please don't make me wait, James.." you whispered. He gave you his goofy smile and said to you breathlessly,

"You're in full control, baby..."

His words sent shivers down your spine as he slowly moved his hands from your hips to the bed sheets behind him, gripping them increasingly tighter as you slowly start rocking your hips on him. He left deep love bites on your neck and whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you started snapping your hips a bit faster on him, making him throw his head back and let out a high moan, way higher than the deep grunts and groans he lets out when he fucks you relentlessly. You kept angling your hips until you found his tip dragging against your sweet spot in the most heavenly way possible, making you let out a loud moan. Your hips instinctively rocked faster, making him see stars as his thick and veiny cock dragged on your walls. You were so lost in the pleasure that your orgasm hit you quick, sudden, and intense, squirting all over James.

You cried out and hid your face in the crook of his neck, basically crash landing on his chest. His hips started snapping up into yours, desperate for his own release. He was letting out whines, moans, and occasional groans. Your legs were shaking from the intensity of your orgasm, all the days he needed to make up for was all made up in just one round. James threw his head back, letting out a small whimper, as he had what was probably the strongest orgasm he ever had, his hot and heavy load shot up into you almost endlessly. How did one switch-up intensify both your orgasms times ten?

Who knows, only conclusion is it felt magical, and you'll probably do it again.

why do I feel like this is bad is it bad guys

oh my god???

i could write like thirty fics about this man in 2 weeks. (my fics in my drafts are buns)

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Jealousy

NSFW 17+

You had been friends with James as long as you could remember, but one detail you never shared with him was how you lost your virginity (consider this an apology for bullying James so much recently)

Warnings: Smut, cursing, James being a little shit, him also scaring you a little, grammar mistakes Word count: 3k

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Tonight was a typical night after one of the band's very loud, energetic shows, and like always, there was an even louder and even more chaotic after-party. By now, it had died down mostly, and you sat around a table with your childhood best friend, James, and his bandmates. Somehow, the conversation had gotten to the topic of how everyone had lost their virginity. 

“I don't think you've ever told me how you lost yours,” James says, looking over at you as he casually sips his beer. He sat leaned back and relaxed in his chair, a small buzz flushed over his features.

“No, I haven't,” You reply simply, a small smile tugging on your lips as you fiddle with your own, now-empty beer bottle.

“Oh, come on, spill it. It can't be nearly as bad as mine, you knew how Kathy was…,” James snorts, shaking his head in disbelief as he thinks about his first experience.

“No, it wasn't bad, it was actually really good…I've just never told you,” You tell him, grinning over at him as you remember the night.

“And why not? Scared I'll make fun of you for who it was?” James snickers, mirroring your grin.

“Nope, you'll absolutely fucking hate who it was,” James gives you a look, now even more curious than before. 

“Who?” He asks, leaning forward a little as he abandons his beer. You think for a second, wondering if you should really tell him before smiling widely and looking him straight in the eyes.

“Mustain.” You snicker, James' face immediately drops, and he leans back in his chair again, staring at you in complete disbelief. You look over to see Lars burst out laughing at your answer. 

“Mustain? Seriously?? That asshole?!!” James practically groans, still looking at you like you just killed his dog. 

“Yeah, I remember it all pretty clearly, honestly, still the best sex I've ever had.” You grin, deciding to egg him on, knowing just how much he despises the redhead. 

“Oh yeah? How come?” He grits through his teeth, his jaw clenching.

“Well, after you guys kicked him out of the band, he came straight to the house we were all living in. Asked him why he was back and he told me everything, assumed he was just gonna collect his stuff but nope…he decided he wanted to fuck the absolute shit out of me right on your bed,” You tell the story to the whole table, Lars and Kirk laughing the whole time while James sits fuming in his chair. His hand was gripping his beer bottle so tightly that you thought it might explode. 

“On my bed?” He questions, his face red with anger. You snicker a little before you decide to keep going.

“Oh yeah, we went at it practically the whole night, made such a mess of your sheets I couldn't wash them and had to just replace them. I'm surprised you didn't notice when you got back….God, I couldn't walk straight for a week.” James continues to glare at you before taking a long sip of his nearly cracked beer bottle and then slamming it down on the table.

“Welp, we're gonna go,” Lars says through a snicker, wrapping his arm around Kirk's shoulders as they feel the tension that was starting to grow. As they get up and leave, you realize they were the last people in the house. The party had subsided, leaving only you and James in the mess of bottles and cans. 

“We should probably clean up a little,” You say, glancing around the disaster of a house and standing up from your seat. James stays in his place, his knuckles white as he continues to grip his bottle, his breathing ragged. You knew he'd be upset, but you didn't think it'd get to this point. He looked like he wanted to rip your head off, and it honestly scared you. You went to step away from the table, but his heavy hand gripped your wrist tightly, making you stay. 

“James,” You say quietly, your wrist wiggling a little to try and escape his grasp, but he only tightened it, to the point it was starting to hurt. 

“All that true or were you just saying it to piss me off?” He asks, his voice low as he glares up at you, pulling you closer by your wrist. 

“It's true…maybe a little exaggerated but mostly true,” You say quietly. James stood up, towering over you like always, making your heart leap to your throat. You fucked up, you thought, definitely fucked up and he was about to kill you.

“You're hurting me,” You tell him, trying to move your wrist again. His grip falters slightly, but it was still tight enough that you couldn't escape. 

“You've got a way of pushing my buttons, you know that, always have. It's like you enjoy pissing me off,” James grits through his teeth. He sets his beer bottle down before gripping your other wrist, pinning you between him and the table. You were sweating at this point, unsure of what was to come next. You had pissed him off plenty of times but it had never gotten to a point where you were scared of what he would do. You avoided his gaze, your breathing starting to pick up. 

“I'm sorry, James, I was just joking around…” You say softly, he pushes himself further against you, and that's when you feel it. Right against your leg was something undeniably hard and horny. You felt your cheeks heat up as you glanced up at him to see a sly look on his face. 

“Said you couldn't walk straight for a week after him, yeah? I'll make sure you can't walk at all,” He lowers his face next to your ear, his words low, his tone threatening. You wiggle in his grasp again, cheeks burning at his voice in your ear. 

“Is that what you want?” He asks, his lips grazing your neck as if he were already teasing you. You think for a second, heart racing in your chest before you slowly nod. He pulls back a little, grabbing your chin so that you look at him.

“Use your words, Birdie,” There it was, that damn nickname he called you growing up and still does, just the same way you still call him Jamie. You swore your legs became jelly the second he said it. 

“Yeah,” You breathe out, nodding your head again. He gives you a small smirk, pinning you even further against the table, his boner prominent against your leg.

“Yeah, what?” He asks with a small grin, playing with you. You let out a small huff, giving him a bit of an annoyed look, which causes him to squeeze your chin tightly. Suddenly, you felt shyer than you ever had around him as you tried to speak your request. 

“...fuck me,” You say quietly, cheeks on fire as you see the smile that spreads across his face. 

“Fuck you till…” He decides to drag it out even further, enjoying the feeling of tormenting you.

“I can't walk,” You practically squeak out. He moves his hands from your wrist and chin and places them on your waist, his hands shoving under your shirt and drinking in the feeling of your skin.

“You sure?” He asks sincerely, giving you a genuine look, but that doesn't stop his hands from wandering further up your skin.

“Yeah,” You say again, looking up at him. You place your own hands on his waist, your fingers gripping the loops of his jeans. He gives you another grin before leaning down again, pressing his lips harshly against yours. He tasted like the beer he had been drinking all night and smelled like the aftershave he often used. His hands roughly grip your waist before easily hoisting you up onto the table. He moves his lips to your cheek before placing them against your neck, his lips and tongue attacking your skin, his teeth nipping lightly. 

You lean your head back, a soft moan escaping your lips, and you feel something start to pool between your legs. Your hands reach for his shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of his tight jeans, allowing your hands to feel their way up his soft abs. His hands grip your waist tightly, his skin shivering under your gentle touch. 

“Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?” He says in your ear, more of a statement than a question. He pulls away from your neck and rests his forehead against yours, looking at you with lust-filled eyes. 

“Just as long as I have…”You reply, your hand grazing the straining fabric in the front of his jeans. He lets out a soft noise, one you wouldn't expect from a man with a shell like his. He takes a moment to just quietly look at you, his bleary, drunken eyes roaming over the features on your face. A small smile spreads across his features as he realizes you're doing the same.

“Stop staring and kiss me,” He demands softly, pulling you a little closer. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and envelope his lips in a too-wet and too-toothy kiss, but neither of you care. He wraps his arms tightly around your frame, pulling your front against his, your faces squished together as your saliva mixes. It was a desperate action, one that had been built up and hidden under layers for years. One that had always been longed for but pushed away in fear. It all spilled over as James quickly swiped away anything that was on the table and pushed you back, crawling onto it himself and pressing his body overtop of you. 

Despite the fact that James was on the leaner side, he was still heavy on top of you, his full weight crushing you to the table, warming your body even further. His mouth continued to move desperately against yours, his tongue tasting every inch. You wrapped your legs around him, lifting your hips up a bit to grind against him, causing his movements to falter for a second. You could feel the shudder that washed over him. He lifted his head away from yours, his hands instantly moving to your shirt and working it off of you, discarding it to the floor with the empty beer cans. 

“Jesus,” James lets out, his eyes drinking in the sight of your bare breasts. Sometime during the night, you had gotten too hot from the alcohol and taken your bra off without a care. Now you lie half exposed under your best friend as he practically drools over the sight of you. You smile before grabbing the back of his neck and pushing his face into them. He wastes no time, nipping and licking the sensitive skin like a starved animal. The small buzz you had made your body feel extra sensitive, you arch your back with little restraint, your head falling against the table. His hands grip your waist firmly as his mouth assaults your chest. Slowly, his kisses start to move down, his tongue dragging along your skin, tasting every inch he can as he reaches the hem of your shorts. 

You smile down at him, moving your hands above your head to push out your chest and lift your hips for him. He wastes no time fumbling with the button and tugs them and your panties down at the same time, leaving you fully bare under his gaze. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly pulls his own shirt over his head and tosses it to the side, reaching for his belt. You sit up and move his hands, unbuckling his belt for him. His gaze flickers down to your hands, watching them intently as they work slowly to reveal his skin just as he had yours. You could see his chest heaving with each heavy breath he took, his skin hot under your touch. 

“Once we start, I'm not gonna be able to stop…” He says, his voice low and husky as he watches you push his jeans down his hips. 

“Who said I'll want you to?” You reply quietly, meeting his eyes once more. Something had shifted in them, something darker now lay behind his baby blues as he pushed you back down on the table. He kicks his jeans off the rest of the way and crawls back over you, looking down at you as if you were his prey. He leans down and connects his lips with yours once more in a slow, sensual kiss.

With one hand above your head, he keeps himself planted there, the other trails down your side and to your thigh, wrapping it around his waist. His short nails dig into the skin, leaving little half moons against it. You feel his tip brush against your entrance, causing you to raise your hips, wanting him. He groans against your lips and pulls away to look down at you. 

“I need you,” He says quietly and eagerly, his hand gripping your thigh tightly. Your hands make their way into his hair, loosely pulling the wild, blonde locks.

“Please…” You breathe out, trying to pull him closer. He looks down between your legs and positions himself once more before slowly pushing into you. A low groan escapes him, his eyes shutting and his mouth hanging open. You wanted to do the same, but you couldn't look away from him. You could feel a shudder run through his body once more as he pushed himself a little further. A soft moan leaves your lips, which causes his eyes to shoot open and bore into yours. 

“You're so perfect…” He mutters quietly, his hand moving to your cheek and stroking it as his hips press against yours as far as they'll go. He stays just like that for a moment, his breathing heavy as his eyes roam over your face. You move your hands further into his hair, pushing it back so that it wasn't dangling in your face. He smiles before slowly starting to move his hips. You let out another moan, your walls slowly loosening around the invasion of his cock. He leans down and connects his lips with yours once more, his tongue slipping into your mouth. He lets out a groan, his hips moving a little faster the wetter you get. 

It was no time at all before his hips were pistoning into you at a rapid pace, his hands gripping your waist almost painfully tight. His chest glistened with sweat under the low light of the room, his face halfway shielded by his hair, casting a shadow over his pleasure-contorted features. Your hands clawed at his forearms, holding yourself there, your legs trumbling under his movements, a desperate noise leaving your lips with each harsh thrust he delivered into oyur eager cunt. 

“Oh fuck me,” He groans out, his head falling back, his adams apple bobbing as he hashly swallows back the whine that threated to escape. 

“Please, James,” You cry out, pussy quivering around his needy cock. He looks down at you with an almost animalistic expression. He leans down, trapping your head between his forearms as he picks up his pace, his hips rutting into yours with desperation. 

“Thats it, fuck, sound so good…feel so good,” He mutters under his heavy breathing. He lets out a cry, his hips sputtering for a moment, his body trembling as you feel him cum inside you. 

“Mm’sorry, sorry, fuck,” He almost whimpers. Your brain couldn't quite comprehend why he was apologizing, considering the sight of him was almost enough for you to come undone yourself. You somehow manage to flip your bodies over, mounting James and staring down at him intently as you practically ride him like a cracked out pornstar. His head falls back against the table, a loud groan leaving him, his hands gripping your hips tightly and attempting to guide them. 

You plant your hands firmly against his chest as your hips rock back and forth, more grinding against him than bouncing on him. His cum leaked out of you, making a sticky mess across his hips and your thighs. The feeling of him filling you from this angle was almost too much, his soft blonde pubes brushing agaisnt your sensitive, swollen clit brought your orgasm forth quickly. Your movments picked up for a moment, loud, shameless moans spilling from your mouth as you practically use James as a fucktoy. You could feel his body trembling under you, his hands leaving bruises against your hips, his own moans loud and shameless. It hits you all at once as you collapse on top of him, your arms pulling him as close as possible as your high runs through you. 

James wraps his own arms tightly around you, pulling your chest flush against his, his cum spilling into you for a second time. His heavy breathing in your ear and the feeling of his skin sticking to yours were almost overwhelming. You sit up just enough to look at him, his eyes meeting yours. He lets out a quiet, breathless laugh, pulling you back down to kiss you. You pull away after a moment and rest your forehead against his, smiling down at him.

“I love you,” You whisper. You feel him give your hip a small squeeze, a smile spreading across his flushed face. 

“I love you, too.”

i think we can all agree that old James would be SUCH a complete and utter tease. please tell me i'm not the only one who thinks this.

i'm talking about him making you ride his thigh before he even lays a finger on you. he'd make you strip to your bra and panties, riding his thigh while he's fully clothed. you just whine and mumble at the friction, him bouncing his leg to make you more overstimulated and you almost give out. "what's the matter, baby doll? feel good, don' it?" he'd caress the side of your face, one hand on your side so you don't fall.

he knew what he was doing, even while looking innocent. you kept begging for his cock and all he would respond with was, "needa do a little more for me, can'ya do that?" and you'd grind yourself best to his needs.

he'd be smoking a cigar, getting more and more comfortable, watching the mess he made of you in front of him. he'd reach his free hand up to your tits, squeezing at the flesh before he got hard himself. he'd grab at your hips making you stop, moving his hips upwards towards you.

"it's not gonna suck itself, sweetheart."

he smirked before you needily got on your knees to help him, even though you needed a release more than he did. but you were just happy he let you get this far.

Heey, Can you write something about 80's!James X virgin reader?

Imagine him being so horny, trying to be slow not to scare you, but he Caaaaan't!!! Like, he's comforting and praising you while slowly moving and kissing you passionately.

HE IS SO BOYFRIEND 😭😭😭😭

AAAAA YES !! i saw something really similar to this on @stevenssticks acc but with Dave in his met days!! ill try my best because i've never done virgin stuff before and also check their acc out too if you haven't!! i love P's stuff so much holy good lord 😇🙏

somewhere near their 4-5th concert during the 80's they'd all put on some type of "meet and greet" typa thing and just pretend that their the shit even though they just started playing gigs. they'd only pick a few girls from the crowd who they had a thing for, probably around four so everyone could have one to themselves so it'd be fair and the boys wouldn't start bitching about it.

luckily, James picked you to come meet him and it was pretty much a dream because you thought he was the cutest one out of all of them, so you were glad enough to take up on the offer. you were kinda dragged out by your girlfriends anyways, but since you knew who he was in the band, you were fine.

everyone was going backstage as James came to get you and surprisingly he was a gentleman, taking your hand softly and flashing you a smile and sounding genuinely interested in you and not like you were some typa groupie. he was walking you to a lounge area where the rest of the boys took their girls as well, you and him sitting on the couch just making conversation, him throwing things out like, "what's your name, pretty thing?" and "gotta favorite song so far?" you could tell he was at least a little interested because of the looks he was giving you, looking like a patient puppy listening to you talk.

you kept talking and soon enough everyone ended their time with the other girls in the room, going home because they got bored, but James ended up staying there with you. it was confusing to you on why he stayed, but you were a little relieved.

James looked around the room for a moment before getting closer to you, putting a hand on your thigh.

"can i kiss you?"

he asked it out of the blue and you started to get a little nervous. of course you've kissed someone before, but the hand on your thigh kept moving higher and higher. you nodded anyways and kissed him, putting your hand on his cheek, caressing it. before you knew it. his hands were making their way under your shirt and to your waist, rubbing up and down on the flesh. he was soon making his way to the band on your skirt, tugging on it softly.

you pulled away, having a hard time looking James in the eyes because of the embarrassment, hoping it wasn't obvious that you were a virgin.

"what's wrong? why'd you stop, baby?"

he grabbed your face, caressing the shell of your ear, hoping he didn't do anything wrong. he was more confused than anything, trying to read your body language.

"oh uh- hey, listen.. i've kinda never done this before, please go slow?"

his eyes widened as his mouth drew agape. he was going to take your virginity, just thinking about it got him rock hard, him closing his legs to not draw attention to himself.

he nodded before tucking your hair behind your ears, kissing you softly again before going to your neck and sucking. your hand was on his head, keeping him in place as you let our soft hums of pleasure, "James," you huffed before he pulled away. he looked up at you and once the contact was gone you let out a whine.

"cmon, why don't you undress for me,"

he asked but it sounded more like a demand and you obliged, obviously. he was watching you strip and looked at every part of you, just mesmerized by your body. once you were in your bra and panties he got down to his boxers, his chest exposed now, "holy shit, you're beautiful.." he whispered softly, soon kissing you again.

his hands crept up on you again, making their way to your panties and finally making their way to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles which made you squirm. your bodies were on top of each other and you could feel the hardness of himself clothed and pressed against your thigh.

he pulled himself out of his boxers, starting to jerk himself off, but you replaced his hand. he cold temperature of your hand made him shudder before he started thrusting up into your palm.

"when can i put it in you, baby??"

he was getting needier by the second, but he wanted to make sure you were comfortable enough before he did anything too much.

you pulled away and pulled your panties off, pushing the blonde off of you and down onto the couch. straddling him, you rubbed yourself on him, giving him a pussy job, just teasing him. he held your hips a little tightly before rubbing them. he looked up at you with pleading eyes, just wanting to be able to fuck you right there and then.

"okay.. you can do it now,"

once he heard that confirmed yes, he immediately flipped positions. your legs were wrapped around his hips as his tip lined up with your cunt, pushing in easier because you were already wet. he looked down at you, holding one of your hands, them interlocked with eachother, "you okay, baby? does it hurt?" you shook your head and soon he started to thrust.

god, it was overwhelming for the both of you. you couldn't even fathom how you could handle James with his size and how he could even enjoy this because you were so tight. you both loved it though, your voices getting louder and louder together. he was moaning about how good you felt around his cock and from all the praises and stimulation you thought you were already cumming, "you're so- so.. tight. feels so good!" he groaned before going faster, holding your hips down and just plowing himself in and out of you while you became more vocal.

this man could be the death of you from how good he was making you feel, "you close, baby? go on, cum on my cock, you can do it.. fuck baby.." he sped up until you came and squirted all over him which just turned him on even more.

"just a little longer, okay? you're doing so well for me, pretty girl"

the thrusting tried to slow, but he couldn't help himself and just ended up fucking you like you were the last person on earth, your body shaking as you kept moaning his name, he finally came. of course he pulled out and came all over your thighs and stomach because he didn't want to risk anything.

he bent down to kiss your lips and tried catching his breath, "my god, you're so fucking good. can't believe that was your first time" he chuckled before kissing you on the forehead.

"sorry if i was too much, but get dressed, im starving. why not treat my girl out?"

he smiled as he helped you get your clothes back on, then his. he carried you out to his car and drove you to the nearest diner to have a nice meal with you <33