THE AMOUNT OF TIMES I WATCH THIS SOLO PER DAY IS ACTUALLY CONCERING

James seeing you having a conversation with a guy during their show and fuming with anger (even though the interaction was innocent). Then,after the show, he takes you to the dressing room and fucks you so hard that you can’t walk straight after😭 I’m definitely imagining black album James for this.

the way i was imagining black album james before you even said it omg 😭 great minds think alike.

he saw you and that fucking guy interacting a couple times throughout the show, causing his voice to come off a little rougher than usual in his performance.

“hey.” his raspy voice would suddenly appear next to you as he wraps an arm over your shoulder. “who’s this kid.” he nods.

you’d tell him his name and inform james, whispering to him that you were just having an innocent conversation, no need to get all ‘alpha’ like.

i feel like james is the type of person to say a completely different name to the one you told him. like you would tell him “his name is mark”

and james would be like “nice to meet you carl” 💀💀

“darling, it’s time to go.” he gives you a sickeningly sweet smile as he takes your hand in his, leading you to his dressing room.

when you go inside, he doesn’t even speak. he sits on the couch, gesturing to his lap, impatiently waiting for you.

“james, seriously, it was nothing.”

“hurry up.” he seethes, ignoring you.

you scramble over to his direction, laying over lap. he lifts your skirt, running his rough hands over your smooth skin. he delivers a harsh slap to your ass, making you jolt forward.

“what do you say?”

“i’m sorry.” you mumble

he slaps your ass again, making you wail out. “what’d you say?”

“i’m sorry! please james…”

“sorry won’t cut it.” he sternly tells you, gesturing for you to sit on the couch next to him on your elbows and knees.

he roughly shoves your skirt off of you, along with your top. he starts by trailing his thumb down your heat, rubbing your clit in tight circles over your underwear. he pulls down your panties, plunging two fingers inside you, thrusting in and out.

“hold still.” he’d order you when you squirm, trying to rut your hips into his fingers. he starts off slow, rubbing your slick over your folds and then to your clit.

he would keep overstimulating you, thrusting his fingers inside of you but whenever he feels you clenching around him, he pulls out, wanting to edge you.

“james, please” you whine, tears springing on the corner of your eyes.

he mocks a face of sympathy, shushing you as he starts rubbing your clit again, making you cry out. you thrash underneath his fingers as he mercilessly thrusts into you, your slick and wetness leaking down your thighs and down his hands.

when you attempt to close your legs, james immediately opens them again, delivering a slap to your cunt. your elbows give out, and so would your knees if it weren’t for james holding you up by your hips.

“james, please, i need it…”

your voice is barely audible, too tired from being edged. thankfully, james finally listened to you. he pulled off his shirt and jeans just enough for his cock to be out. he strokes himself a couple of times, using your slick as lube.

he easily slips inside you, already enjoying the noises your pussy would make against him. he uses your hips as leverage to meet you back against his, enjoying the way his cock slips in and out of your pretty pussy.

you clench onto him, whining into the pillows of the couch when the speed of his thrusts increases. his arm reaches around to palm at your breasts, rolling your nipples in between his fingers.

when he feels your starting to rut your hips back at him, he slaps your ass in encouragement, loving the red marks that start to appear. “yeah, baby, like that. you can do better, come on.”

tears stream down your face from the overstimulation as you start to shake, feeling your orgasm approach you for what felt like the millionth time that night. you only pray that james would let you cum this time.

“need to cum james please. please let me cum, i’ll be good, i swear. i won’t do it again, just please.” you whine and beg, needing your release.

“i do love hearing you beg, though.” he quips, making you cry even more since you thought he wasn’t going to let you finish.

suddenly, a look of determination appeared on his face. he squeezes your ass, trailing them to your hips and grasps them so hard, bruises would appear the next day. he rubs your clit as he pistons himself into you, eager to get you to your release.

he pulls you up by your hair so your back would be against his chest. he attacks your neck with bruises, licking after to soothe the spot.

your vision starts to get hazy when you finally cum, feeling the sticky mess get on your and james’ thighs.

“thank you. thank you much. i promise i won’t do it again…thank you.” you repeat your thanks to him, not being able to think or focus on anything else but him and the feeling of you finally cumming after so long.

“we’re not done yet.” he whispers into your ear as if it were the most obvious thing, making you cry. your body couldn’t handle anything else but he couldn’t give less of a shit.

he pulls out so he can flip you onto your back. james uses your cum to lube himself up again, spreading your cum around your thighs and to your ass, making you as messy as possible.

he holds your thighs open, pushing into you again and starting to thrust. it was hard to enjoy the sight of him feeling so pleasured, the moans and groans he’s letting out as your cry, your makeup melting all over your face as you repeatedly apologize.

“james, fuck. ‘s too much james i cant.”

“shh, yes you can, be a good girl for me”

he ignores your pleads and speeds up instead, wrapping his arms around your hips to lift you up, instinctively wrapping your legs around him.

“that’s it baby. let kyle know who’s makin you feel this good.” he smirks, almost sadistically as he pounds into you.

you forgot completely about kyle or mark or whatever the fuck his name was. you were solely focused on james and james only.

you both let out loud and filthy moans, not caring whether all the people outside can hear you or not. he wipes away some tears from your eyes before leading his fingers down to your clit, rubbing it harshly and the feeling of pleasure adding for him whenever he touches himself on accident.

“oh james, fuck i cant-” you threw your head back, shutting your eyes as you scream. the pleasure was way too much. it was too overwhelming for you, you just couldn’t handle it anymore. the knot in your core just snapped as you released, james still rubbing you through it. only this time, it felt more intense then you have ever felt it before.

“holy fuck” james heaves as he watches you squirt all over him, your juices going on his stomach and chest as well as yours. “gonna cum so deep in you fuck baby.”

the sight instantly made him cum, james stilling inside of you as you clench around him, draining every drop inside as he moans in euphoria.

you hiss when he pulls out, not being able to handle any more friction. he uses this thumb to spread your folds, pushing back his cum that was threatening to leak out.

“good girl, that was fucking amazing. you did so fucking good for me, yeah? god that was..” he couldn’t even form any coherent thoughts let alone words as he replays what just happened in his head.

he’s both in shock and in awe of you as he helps you get dressed, letting you rest on the couch while he puts on his own clothes.

when you leave the room, he hooks an arm around your waist to help you walk since you were way too tired and fucked out, you physically couldn’t.

you pass by mark, the whole reason for this happening, and james sends him a cocky smirk as he waves at the boy. you hiss and whine as you feel james’ cum trickling down your legs, shoving your face into james’ chest and telling him you want to go home.

what have i done

i actually hate myself for this

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

You are the voice of my thoughts about james 🫶🏻

i’m so happy you don’t even get it

Ok so like LOWKEYYYYY thot…lmk how you feel about it.

2010 james era. Mohawk. Tank. Moan.

Reader is a Victorias Secret Angel doing the big show every year, Metallica is preforming. James and Reader have been hooking up for quite some time.

How would he react preforming at the show as readers walking ?

IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN PUTTING THIS ASK OFF FOR A WHILE CUZ ITS JUST SO GOOD I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN 😭😭

I STARTED HOWLING

okay okay so victoria’s secret was doin their little runway thing but for a change, they brought in metallica to perform during the show. you were ecstatic about this cuz you’ve been hooking up with james for a while and you’ve been wanting to see him perform for quite some time

also you were just dying to see the way he’d react as you walk down the stage.

you’d be waiting patiently for your colleague to finish so that you could take your turn to walk down, but until then, you were so entranced with james growling out the lyrics to his songs, moving his fingers over the guitar, looking at the tattoos adorning his skin as you study his grey curls that were nicely put in a cute mohawk.

when it was finally your turn, you made sure to put on the show of your life. you watched as his eyes widened as you swayed your hips more than you should’ve, his lyrics coming out breathier when you stretched a little and modeled the lingerie. you blow him a kiss before strutting backstage.

when the show was over, james practically runs to find your dressing room, not being to hold off another second without being near you.

when he finds the door with your name on it, he doesnt waste a second to go inside, startling you as he locks the door behind him.

“dont.” he seethes when he sees youre about to slip off the lingerie.

“i have to, it’s not mine.” you try to explain this is only for work then you have to return it, but he wasnt hearing shit from you when youre dressed like that.

“shut up and come here.” he heaves.

with your whole body trembling in anticipation, you walk to him, letting him guide you to rest your back against the wall.

he leans close to your face “you really are an angel.” he admires, whispering into the shell of your ear, sending shivers throughout your body.

slowly, he starts kissing down, caressing your sides as he worships your body in the skimpy little underwear that doesnt cover shit. he gets on his knees, massaging your thighs as he nudges them open, pulling your panties aside.

he throws one of your legs over his shoulder and he immediately delves into your pussy, eating you out like a man starved.

your hand immediately goes onto his hair to ground yourself, which makes him place your other leg over his shoulder as well, hooking his arms around your thighs as he leans into you as much as he physically could.

his tongue teases your clit before sliding in and out of your folds, moaning into you. you shudder, grinding your hips into his face as he laps up your wetness, his nose hitting your clit.

you use your hands to push his face more into your cunt when you feel yourself getting closer. the throbbing of you clit and the slick noises coming from underneath you pushed you to the edge as you held onto his hair for fear life.

even during your orgasm, james didn’t slow down one bit. if anything, he just went faster, you repeatedly moaning out obscenities along with his name spurring him on. he made sure that his tongue cleaned up every last drop of cum, leaving you heaving and panting.

he slowly places your legs back onto the ground before standing back up. using the pad of his thumb, he removes the cum from the corner of his lips with a smile and you admire the wetness still glistening on his nose and mouth. he leans in for a kiss, all tongue and teeth and you melt into him.

without breaking the kiss, his hands find purchase on your hips, roaming a little farther down. his hands land on the bottom of your ass, hinting for you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

he leads the two of you onto the couch and you get in a comfier position to straddle him better. you continue to make out, hands wandering and exploring each other’s bodies until james’ denim rubbed against your slit a certain way, making you whine.

“please…” you whimper, pushing down on his jacket.

“alright, princess” he smiles as he gives you a quick peck on the lips, pulling away from you to remove his shirt. eagerly, you help him get rid of the clothing and even start unbuckling his belt.

when all his clothing got discarded, you made your way to remove your garments as well, but james stopped you.

“no, leave it on. wanna ruin you in this” he begs

he runs his hands up and down your sides as he marks your collarbone and neck. you reach between the both of you to start pumping him, smearing the precum all over him.

“please, i need it” you whine, grinding your hips for emphasis.

a grin takes over his face and he places his hands on your lower back, leaning forward and taking you along with him. he places a chaste kiss on your lips, smiling into the kiss just like he was and you place your hands at the sides of his cheeks.

“ohh look at you” his eyes go wide as he admires you. “god, i need you so bad.” he whispers, placing kisses underneath your ear, making you keen.

he slips your underwear to the side, his finger gathering the slick from your folds. he used the slick to pump himself, your previous orgasm making it easier for him to slip in.

breathy moans are shared between the two of you, nails digging into his shoulders while your hips move against each other.

he’s so painfully hard as he watches you squirm and cry, your back arching from the pleasure. you bounce over him, your breasts begging for attention, so with one swift movement, james pulls down the cups of your bra, tits spilling out as he immediately latches his lips onto them.

your hands cradle around his head to keep him there, encouraging his movements. using his teeth, he litters marks all over your collarbone and the swell of your breasts.

your move back to rest on james’ knees, making it easier to move over him. his finger slides underneath the waistband of your underwear, snapping the band against your skin, making you squeal.

“look at you, doing so good for me, beautiful.” he tucks the hair covering your face behind your ear before grabbing a fistful of your hair, forcing you into him as he kisses you.

you bring your hands up to the nape of his neck while your tongue molds with him, the taste and scent of him clouding your mind.

you had to pull away for breath, resting your head on his shoulder while your hand attempts to clutch onto the skin of his chest.

james wraps an arm around your waist while his other hand grasps your hair. his hips start pistoning against yours at a rapid speed, his pubic bone repeatedly hitting your clit triggering your release.

your cry into the crook of his neck, biting your lip to attempt to muffle the moans but it was fruitless.

“there you go, i’ve got you.” he whispers into the shell of your ear.

he slows down momentarily to help you calm down from your high, but he couldn’t hold off for long since he was so close to his orgasm.

“james.” you sob, tears blurring your vision.

“i’m so close.” his teeth grit and his eyes scrunch shut.

his hand wanders from your waist to the flesh of your ass, delivering a harsh squeeze. it was the sudden jolts of your after shocks and the unexpected clenching around his cock that made him reach his blissful orgasm.

“gonna fill you up.” he grunts against the shell of your ear, thighs shaking from the pleasure.

you feel his warmth filling you up, clashing against your own release as the two of you lay in each other’s arms, trying to calm down.

you pepper his neck and collar bone with soft kisses while he strokes your lower back, occasionally fiddling with the ends of your hair.

“you’re so angelic.” he informs, placing a kiss atop your head where he then rests his cheek against.

i am the biggest slut for 2010 james and i’m proud of it.

dude idk if you got my first req bc the PAGE RELOADED BUT IM SENDING IT AGAIN JUST IN CASE.

giving virgin!james head for the first time!!! the noises he would make omg omg omg. and when you let him fuck your face?? he would be so fucking drunk on the feel of your mouth. squirming n moaning and oh oh oh maybe you are laying down and he straddles your face to have you suck him that way?!/?: i need him. bad.

i almost started crying when i saw this request bc hello virgin subby james is the love of my life <33

you wanted to suck him off so bad, which obviously made him very excited. but when you agreed for him to straddle your face when you suck him off??? fuck he could’ve busted his load right then and there.

this mf eagerly takes a seat on your face, carefully placing his knees at the side of your head. he would be a little awkward, not knowing what to do and scared of suffocating you from this position. this was his first blowjob, so you wanted to be mind blowing for him (literally mind blowing)

you start stroking his semi-hard dick, sticking your tongue out to repeatedly lick the tip, already causing him to shudder as you enjoy the feeling of him hardening even more under your touch. you take just the head in your mouth and you start bopping your head, your hand swirling around the base. when your mouth inches further down on him, james’ eyes widen, his dream finally coming true. you use your spit and precum as a lubricant to make it even more enjoyable for him, obsessing over how vocal he’s being

you take his whole dick in your mouth, your head lifting off the pillow as you try your best not to gag when you stay still, your nose touching the trail of hair on his stomach. james’ moans get louder at this action, so you decide to repeat it a couple more times, causing him to whine as he throws his head back.

you start to swirl your tongue around his head again before pulling away, placing kisses on his pretty dick while you stroke his base, giving it a squeeze here and there. you place your last kiss directly on his tip, smearing the precum with your lips and tongue before delving into him again.

his panting gets heavier and heavier and when he looks down, seeing your plush lips wrapped around his pretty cock, it sends him into a frenzy, whining and moaning while he tries to resist the urge to fuck your face.

“oh fuck you look so pretty.” his eyebrows fuse together longingly as he brings one hand down to stroke your cheek before bringing it to your head, gripping your hair. as much as he tried, he couldn’t. he couldn’t stop himself from sending a strong thrust into your mouth, causing you to gag. he stop immediately when you gag, afraid of hurting you but you pat his thigh as a sign of encouragement, wanting this to be the best first blowjob anyone can ever get.

“your mouth feels so good, holy shit.” he brings up his elbow to rest it against the headboard of the bed as he looks down to see you giving him the sweetest puppy eyes ever. when he gets comfortable thrusting himself into your mouth, he speeds his actions up, using you only for his pleasure. after all, you told him he can.

he starts to mercilessly piston his hips into your face, finding the wet sounds coming from your mouth and the repeated gagging unbelievably arousing, driving him feral.

“i’m sorry,” he would heave over you whenever he makes you gag. “shit, i’m so sorry. you just feel so fucking good, oh god. i’m sorry.” he repeats his apologies like a prayer.

he uses the hand gripping your hair as leverage to shove you down on him, meeting his hips half way as he thrusts into you. when you feel him twitch inside your mouth, you want to help him increase his feeling of pleasure, so you start to hum and moan around him, the vibrations making him gasp.

“fuck. fuck i’m gonna cum. gonna cum so hard shit.” he warns you, trying to pull your head away just in case you didn’t want to swallow. but you did, oh god, you needed him to. even if you didn’t want to at first, seeing him so happy, having the time of his life with your mouth, you would change your mind if it makes him even happier.

“i’m cumming! oh, oh god. holy…oh, fuck!” he screams, being more vocal than ever as he shoves his dick down your throat, staying still as he finishes in your mouth. you feel his balls against your chin, his tip restricting around your throat as his hot liquid runs down it. you try your best to help get every last drop, using your tongue to suck him dry. he stays this way until he finishes completely, which took a while considering how much he came.

you were starting to run out of oxygen, choking and gagging as you tap his thigh as a sign for him to pull away. he mutters an apology, getting up from you completely before resting his body on top of you.

he holds himself up with one arm to look at you, obsessing over your pink lips as much as you were obsessing over his flushed face and hazy eyes. he notices a little bit of cum and spit dribbling down from the corner of your chin, so he sticks his tongue out, licking it off until he reaches your mouth, giving you the most passionate kiss.

“thank you.” he mumbles against your hot skin when he pulls away, panting from the lack of oxygen from your previous actions. “thank you so fuckin’ much.”

he would be so fucking loud and vocal i cannot stress this enough. i wish i was the first person to give him a blowjob, it would’ve been the most beautiful thing anyone has ever seen. i mean, just look at him??

I LOVE JAMES HETFIELD

he is literally on my mind 25/8

-🎀

i feel you babes you’re not alone. this man is alwaysssss on my mind and quite frankly it’s starting to piss me off 😡😡

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

to answer your question, google, yes!!!

proof<33

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 😭😭

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