Don’t Look At Me Like That I’ll Cum

omw to the first day of school, please pray that i get hit by a bus 🙏🙏🫶

Hi hun❤️ when are you going to update your fic?

hi my lovee 💋 i’ve been having a little bit of a writer’s block (what’s new 💀) so i’m not really sure when i’ll be updating, but hopefully it’ll be soon

my mind lags and can’t think of anything else really often which is why i don’t have a schedule for posting new chapters, i always try to write and update whenever i can

also thank you sm for reading my fic, never thought that people would be interested in it, this is insane 😭

rtl james brain rot...I'm just imagining being his gf. ofc he's horny all the time but he knows you're a virgin so he doesn't rush you into anything you aren't comfy with. you've been dating for like 2 months already and you decide it's time. y/n wants to initiate but she's a lil nervous but it doesn't take too long for James to take the hint. this takes place in y/n's room and James makes sure to be super sweet and to take it slow. it hurts just a lil at first but it's such a sweet and satisfying experience for both :(

he’d be the sweetest person ever during your first time stop:(( he wouldn’t pressure you at all and when you were finally ready for sex, he asked you if you were sure like a million times at least

he’d stretch you out with his fingers first, just so you could be a little more comfortable. when he lines himself with your entrance, he presses the sweetest kisses ever against your face to distract you from the pain. he doesn’t bottom out during your first time, he wants this to be purely about you and you only. he’s trying his hardest not to start moving and to wait for you to adjust, but the way you’re squirming and whimpering is making him go feral

he wants your first time to be as close and intimate as possible, so he would lean on top of you, holding himself up using his elbows so he doesn’t crush you. once you give him the okay, he starts moving super slowly so he doesn’t hurt you. it’s a weird feeling, being so full but it’s a feeling you wanna get used to.

“relax, baby, it’s okay. i’ve got you.” he’d murmur in your ear when you feel tense. he’d rub your clit softly to you you ease up a little, causing you to gasp and moan softly against his ear, making this whole thing worth the wait since he finds your little noises so rewarding. he leans down to grab your lips in a soft kiss, smiling against you.

“god, you’re so tight,” he moans. “you’re doing so good for me, fuck. so fucking good.” he’d brush your damp hair away from your face, kissing next to your ear and jaw not caring if you were both sweaty. when you start to clench around him repeatedly, he could’ve came right then and there, but he wanted you to finish first.

“james, i’m.. i’m-” he’d cut you off with another sweet kiss.

“i know, baby, i know.” he’s trying his hardest not to fuck you fast and hard, but with the faces your making, his slow speed was slowly becoming more and more nonexistent. whenever he notices he’s going too fast, he slows down again, not wanting to hurt you. your orgasm triggers his, his weight almost fully on top of you as he lets out pleasuring groans.

you wince when he pulls out, not liking the feeling of being empty again and the feeling of both you and james’ cum leaking out. he leaves for a minute and then comes back with a cloth, wiping you clean. he beams at you, finding your fucked out state so angelic.

he goes back in bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you to keep you close to him “you were amazing, baby. good girl. so good for me.” he’d keep kissing you, drawing sweet patterns on your skin as you both drift off to sleep<333

i will kms i need this right fucking now. HE WOULD BE THE SWEETEST MOST CUTEST THING EVER DURING YOUR FIRST TIME I SWEAR, MUMBLING NICE ENCOURAGING WORDS AGAINST YOU

WHERE DID IT COME FROM

OMG EARLY 2010'S JAMES IS SO FUCKING HOT ISTG HE LOOKS SO SO SO UGHHH IT WAS HIS PEAK DILF ERA

NO CUZ LITERALLY IT WAS HIS BEST FUCKING ERA IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS, EARLY 2010’S WAS SO MF DILFY AND YUMMY WITH HIS TATTOOS AND MOWHAWK/MESSY HAIR AND HIS SLUTTY TANK TOPS THAT DIDNT COVER SHIT!!!

LOOK AT HIM FKSHKFGSKFHSOFGS

I NEED HIM CARNALLY

Summon Me 🕮⛧ James Hetfield (18+)

A small chill slides down your spine as you make your way into the dormitory, eyebrows immediately beginning to furrow as you take in the smell of burnt candle wax and your eyes adjust to the darkness of the entrance of the living room. Laughter bellows out from the hallway nearest to you, and your shoulders relax at the familiar sound of your roommate and her friend.

Haphazardly kicking off your worn-out shoes, you bend down to remove your socks, before freezing in place as you take in the mess on the floor. Laid out in front of your feet and around the coffee table, is a half torn out page from an antique looking book and an empty box belonging to a Ouija board.

'I Summon Thee' is printed out and sprawled in an ancient looking text, and in a panic, you hastily stand back up before quickly making your way down the hall, carefully making sure not to touch any of the items.

Following the sounds of hushed laughter and unhurried conversation, you pause as you take in the scene of your roommate holding up a piece of a now half-charred and smoking planchette. "What the hell did you guys do?" You whisper out, the chill that welcomed you into the home now coming back full force.

Looking up at you with unconcerned amusement, your roommate playfully waves the communication device in your face, biting back a grin as you flinch in fright.

"Relax, roomie. It was just a little game to spice up Halloween night. Don't worry, we said goodbye and all!"

Squinting down at the board on the couch to the right of you, your heart leaps in your chest as you find the other part of the summoning spell tucked underneath the burnt cardboard. Shaking your head and taking a step back, you reach out to grab her wrist to push it away, but instead make contact with the planchette. Hissing out as the charred wood burns the side of your palm, you bring your hand up to your mouth and send her a glare over your elbow.

"And you saying goodbye means repeating a spell and burning half of the pieces of it?" You ask out in a muffled tone, holding back a grimace as the taste of ash and blood covers your taste buds.

Sending you a sympathetic smile, your roommate's friend lifts up a half empty bottle of alcohol, the condensation running down the glass causing him to almost drop it. "We were taking shots next to the candles and next thing you know, there's flames and the lights are flickering out."

Raising an eyebrow at the latter end of his sentence, you went to question him, before you felt a piece of something hard poke into your bottom lip. Holding your hand out in front of you, you can barely make out a piece of wood sticking out of your skin. Whispering out a curse, you quickly bend down and reach for the candle nearest to you, before turning around and shakily making your way toward the bathroom. Waving off the slightly slurred question your roommate asks about where you're going, you slowly make your way back out to the hallway as carefully as you can.

Stretching your good hand out, you squint as the wick's light seemed to dim more and more with each step you took away from the common area. A gust of wind blows up the back of your shirt as your hand makes contact with the bathroom's light switch, causing you to yelp out and almost drop the only source of light.

Reaching out to flick the switch, a relieved breath escapes you as white light surrounds the tiled walls and bleeds out into the former pitch-black hallway.

Closing your eyes to take a deep breath and catch your bearings, you try your best to ignore the pulsating pain that envelopes the better part of your now injured hand and force yourself to focus.

Opening your eyes and pushing yourself forward and toward the medicine cabinet, you go deathly still as your eyes catch a tall figure run out through the hallway and down toward your bedroom through the corner of your peripheral vision. Forcing your thoughts to stray away from the idea of it being something and anyone else other than your roommate and her company, you quickly reach for the tweezers and gauze, the exhaustion of the shift you had just worked beginning to hit you.

Once your injury was covered and the splinter was fully removed, you tiredly make your way down the now half-lit hallway, and absentmindedly toss your bedroom door open, not noticing it slowly inching to a close behind you. Grasping onto the hem of your shirt with your good hand, you lift your shirt over your head and throw it in the direction of your laundry basket. Turning around in confusion at the lack of sound your clothing usually makes as it hits the container, your eyes widen as they make contact with red irises staring right back at you.

Unable to see much due to the unknown figure making the door close on its own, fear begins to fill you before you try to make a run for it. your socked feet slide against the carpet as you try to reach out for the door handle, but to no avail. Strong hands grasp your forearms from behind and twist you around, causing your breath to catch in your chest as your back collides with the bedroom door with a muted thud.

"Most people don't run from me once I'm summoned," A voice rasps out against the shell of your ear, sounding amused. "Especially one's that smell so willing and open for me."

Biting back the offense you feel at the comment, you raise your knee and catch the unknown figure on the hip, and quickly lower yourself out of his grasp as he hunches over in shock.

Smacking your hand on the wall to make noise for your roommate to hear and to turn on a close light, you sigh in temporary relief as you're finally able to make contact with the nearest switch. A groan of pain catches your attention and your eyes snap back over to the seemingly human looking young man leaning against your door.

"What the hell are you doing here, and who the hell are you?" You grit out, heart hammering in your chest as he begins to stand back up straight. Holding onto his side, he sends a heated glare your way.

"Oh, come on. There's no need to act so coy," James grunts out, annoyance seeping in his tone as the look of fear and confusion continues to paint itself on your face. "I summon thee, on the night of Halloween, to feast upon me in the hopes of everlasting-"

"Listen, I didn't summon you. I just got back home, and.." You trail off, before the pit in your stomach grows as realization dawns on you.

"Three candles, the spell book, the incantation, and a droplet of blood. I came as soon as I scented you."

Raising your gauzed hand, you began to shake your head in disbelief. "All I did was burn my hand and open skin with a splinter, my roommate and her friend did everything else. I never summoned you; you shouldn't be here."

James forces himself to remain calm as he takes in your fearful scent, his hunger rising as his sensitive eyes rake over your bare skin.

"Summoned me or not, I still found you. I can smell your desire for change. I can smell you want to be nurtured, to be taken care of. I can smell your frustration, your hunger. It matches mine." Allowing his eyes to shift into their natural form, James hides a sharp-toothed grin as his elongated tongue runs against the back of his front teeth, his nose flaring at the spike in your scent.

"So how about we help each other out? You allow me to feed, and I'll make sure your roommate and her friend learn their lesson."

Swallowing thickly as you watch the ridges of muscle in his arms contract as he crosses them, you murmur out, "How do you feed?" Eyes glinting a murderous red and canines peeking out from behind plush, red lips, he grins out, "I thought you'd never ask."

"Well, I could start by kissing down your neck, and slowly make my way down to your breasts. I could suck my way down to your navel and wrap my tongue around your swollen, little clit. I could hold your arms above your head and tease you until you cry. I could spank your ass red and overstimulate you until the only words you can say is my name and please. Tell me what you want, and I'll give it to you, darling. I'm of your use." You let out an involuntary whimper at his words and watch as he licks his lips at the sound.

Your eyes dance across his features as he stalks toward you. Large, red eyes bleed into black and a sharp tongue peeks out as you flush red at the feeling of the heat that trickles down into your gut. No matter his status or his species, he was beautiful. Blonde hair cascades down his neck and rests on his shoulders, and heavy rings adorn his long fingers. You suddenly crave the feeling of his strong hands wrapped around your throat, the same hands that pushed you against the door earlier to push you into the mattress behind you instead.

James lets out a soft, condescending sound as he takes in your now disheveled and desperate state, his right hand flitting over the mark he made earlier while gripping you. "I need your consent before I do anything with you, doll." He gravels out, the heady taste of your slick and pheromones thickening the air around him, causing him to almost pant.

Shivering as the cold of his rings starkly contrasts against his almost burning skin temperature, you for once listen to your own wants instead of thinking rationally. Looking into his dilated eyes, you nod out and plead,

"Use me. Feed from me."

⛧

Tremors run down your legs as his tongue bares your folds open, his burning hot hands forcing you to stay still as he eats you from the inside out. Bruises and bites shine out against your skin in licked over welts, slowly turning from red to purple as he brings you closer toward your first orgasm.

Trailing your hand down the sheets to find purchase in his hair, James jolts up against your clit as your fingertips graze against his half-hidden horns.

A gasp gets caught in your throat as he raises his head and looks up at you, thoroughly dazed and with his chin damp from your cunt.

"Please, touch them again." He pleads out, the strong demeanor he had earlier long gone, now drunk off the taste of your arousal. Your cry rings out across the room and echoes eerily as he goes back down on you without waiting for an answer.

Nails gently grazing against the hard bone protruding from his head, he groans heartily into your sex, which brings you over the edge. Thighs temporarily overpowering him as you stimulate his sensitive spot, they clench around his pillowy hair as his vibrations cause your back to arch and lift from the bed. Moans spill from your lips as your hips twitch from the overstimulation, his tongue teasingly dancing over your swollen sex while you plead for him to stop.

Pushing himself back onto his knees, James sends you a playful grin as he dips his sopping fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time.

You feel your pussy pulsate at the visual and your cheeks begin to redden as his line of vision trails down to your bare sex once again, his dick jumping in the confines of his jeans painfully.

"How far do you want to go, baby?" He asks you, his hand coming down to run down your bruised and shaking thigh.

Exhaustion weighs down on you heavily, but you knew that he wasn't fully satiated just yet, his hips subconsciously pressing themselves onto your calf for relief. Deciding you want to be good for him, you carefully raise a knee to lightly brush it against his straining bulge.

Closing his eyes at the contact, James lets out a hearty moan as he feels a pearl of precum stain the fabric of his boxers and seep through his jeans. You watch as he lets himself go and wraps both hands around your leg, before pistoling his hips forward and roughly dragging himself against your skin. You gently pause his hips with a palm against his clothed stomach, causing him to look down at you while you unbuckle his belt with your good hand.

"You said earlier that you're hungry, just like me," You started, before lowering your knee and spreading your legs open wider. "What if I want to feed from you too?" Looking up at him with doe eyes, you murmur out,

"I want you inside of me."

James slowly breathes out as his balls tighten and raise at your words, before pushing back and off of the bed. You watch as he removes his shirt and his pants, his entire body tight as if he were forcing himself not to orgasm at the sight of you all sprawled out.

Kneeling back onto the bed between your thighs and placing a kiss on the middle of your stomach, James stretches out and reaches for your hand, before placing it above your head.

Lips pressing against yours for the first time of the evening, it was surprisingly soft and sweet, in contrast of the way he flipped you over and ate you out earlier. Opening your mouth and allowing his elongated tongue to wrap around yours, he grins against you as he feels your feet press into the muscles of his bare ass.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got you." Reaching down to teasingly rub his cockhead against your entrance, he lets out a bellowing laugh at the whine you emit from not being filled already. Grazing a thumb across your hip in an apology, James shifts his hips forward and lets out a hiss as he slowly enters you.

Mouth gaping at the sensation of finally being filled, you raise your head and watch as his shaft disappears inside of you, his lower stomach glistening with your slick and his precum. Strings follow and connect to his stomach before he thrusts back into you entirely, the smack of each other's skin almost as loud as the groans you two let out at the same time.

"I can't go slow, I'm so sorry, baby. You feel too fucking good." James cries out, before he presses your legs up near his shoulders and grinds into you.

Reaching deeper inside of you than you thought was even possible, your jaw hangs open as you tighten around him, unable to speak as your brain begins to white out. Gently tugging your hand free from his, you instead bring it forward and grip onto one of his horns once again.

"Fuck, just let that. You're so good for me. Such a good little girl." He praises out absentmindedly, his thrusts forcing your body to slide up the sheets and nearly into the bedframe. Blinding hot pleasure numbs the bottom half of your body as his tip nudges against the lining of your cervix, and tears spring to your eyes as you begin to subspace from the overwhelming amount of stimulation.

Warmth floods into you and James' thrusts begin to slow down, and the last thing you remember before fully blacking out is a gentle kiss to your shoulder and arms wrapping around you.

"That'll be fine, it's alright." He says against the crown of your ear, before your eyes fully close.

"I'll take care of everything, baby."

⛧

Coldness seeps into the thin sheet wrapped around you and you curl into a ball, before quickly straightening your legs out as a sharp cramp fills your midsection. Wincing from the light invading your once dark room, you push your hair out of the way as you look down at the unfamiliar shirt that covered you down to the end of your thighs.

Running your hand over the fabric, you begin to smile as you remember the night before. Lifting the sheet off of your legs, you let out a gasp as your widened eyes take in the multitude of bruises and hickeys that are embedded in your skin.

Cheeks burning up in mortification, your eyes quickly glance around your room for the pants you wore the night prior, before pausing on a crumpled-up piece of paper that laid out haphazardly on the bottom of your unmade bed.

Grimacing from the strain it took to reach it, a small smile grows on your swollen lips as you unfold the paper and read the message written under the spell that started it all.

'Good morning, baby. I had to leave before you woke up because I got summoned again. Turns out after a good lay, even a demon can oversleep. I left a surprise for your roommate, so make sure you don't head to the kitchen before she does. Say this incantation if you want to see me again. I hope I get to taste hear from you soon. Love, James.'

A wide grin stays on your face as your head hits the pillows beneath you and you rest the paper against your chest.

Pausing as footsteps echo and go down into the kitchen, your shoulders shake with silent laughter as your roommates' screams fill the entirety of the home.

"What the fuck!"

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK I CANT BREATHE FMHALFBSLFHSODHSI?!!;:!;!&/!@:!(&:!;:&;!:@

I have not stopped thinking about this, why would he do this it has to be illegal somewhere

(credit: @my-friendofmisery)

tumblr’s gotta remove their ads or find better ones cuz i’m so sick of trying to read smut but then a candy crush ad just pops up all of a sudden it just ruins the mood

Okay okay I know I would kill for James and the urge to be his girlfriend is killing me but imagine being his girl bsf.

Like from kindergarten you and him where friends and now you two are inseparable. Just for him to be so comfortable around you makes me feel a type of wayyy. And you two tell each other like EVERYTHING.

Because your parents are always out of town, James would always come around to your house and stay for days on days.

(Like when you two are like 15 or something) You somehow manage to get alcohol and cigarettes. So you two would just get drunk to a degree and mess around in your back yard.

Like having that kinda friendship with James to the point where you are like brother and sister is so fucking cute like OH MH GOD SOMEONE HELP ME. 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Someone send help this boy is too cute

NO CUZ IVE HAD THE SAME THOUGHT

like as much as i literally wanna marry this beautiful specimen of a man, just imagine being his best friend in the whole world.

you would’ve been there for all his shit and he would be there for all of yours. i feel like james use to be the type of person who didn’t know how to comfort someone that much, like he’d be more awkward ‘how do i stop her from being sad’ he would mean well but he just wouldn’t know what to do

but with you? god you’ve been friends for lord knows how long, he knows that he doesn’t even have to say anything. he knows that you just being in his embrace, hugging you for as long as you need it and him murmuring sweet words to you is enough. he knows that you’ll be ready to talk about it on your own pace. he knows not to try and give you advice. he understands that you just need someone to understand and hear you

during classes, you two wouldn’t even focus. you would just keep talking and talking, shit talking everyone you can, drawing the weirdest shit you can think of in each other’s notebooks or playing games like tic tac toe.

most of the time, one of you, if not the both of you, were asleep. you grab his wrist slowly to be sure not to wake him up and draw on his hand or write meaningless notes or insults on him. or when you’re the one who is asleep, he’d mindlessly play with the ends of your hair. i feel like he would also take notes for you if you fell asleep during smth important. you couldn’t even count the amount of times you both were late to class because both slept throughout the session, james’ back slouched against his chair while you rest your head on his arm.

he would alwayssss make sure to walk you to your class first, not caring how late he would be to his own.

sometimes, when you both were sooo done with school, you’d ditch. you would leave early and go back to your house. you would eat whatever snack you found while he shows you something new he learned on the guitar, or you’d both be in the back yard, listening to whatever was on the radio while you pass a joint back and forth, talking about whatever came to mind since there were no secrets between the two of you

james would teach you how to drive since your parents didn’t have the time. he’d make silly remarks, pretending to clutch onto the seatbelt harder than necessary as he prays to god to forgive him for everything he’s done while you tell him to shut up and not be overdramatic.

during prom, you were sort of down that no one had asked you, although you weren’t surprised since you didn’t really interact with anyone from your grade other than james.

to make you feel better, he would buy you flowers and ask you instead. he’d do the whole matching his tie with your dress and even pick you up from the front door like a gentlemen.

when you guys were in middle school, you started using this camera that you found somewhere in your house. you would take pictures of the weirdest things or take pictures of james during the most unusual timings. he could be opening a can of beer, or picking out a record, or even tuning his guitar and every three seconds, he’d feel you take a picture of him.

it annoyed him a lot at first, which only made you take more pictures of him, but after a while he got used to it. in fact, he enjoyed it and would sometimes use the camera to take pictures of you or the both of you together.

james sees you as his little sister, so he hates it whenever you’d wear something a little showy. whenever you’d go to a gig with him or a club or just anywhere, he always makes sure to stay close to you, chasing off any guy that even thinks about making a move on you. you get annoyed at him most of the time but other times, you were thankful. although you did find it irritating whenever he’d pull your shirt up or your skirt down or even giving you his jacket, telling you to cover up.

this picture of james is so childhood-best-friend trope i cant explain it, but he would totally smile this way with you only or when you tell him to smile big for the camera, he’d give you this goofy grin 😭😭

how in fuck’s name is he so cute i’m actually on the floor

can we take a moment to just