Something Involving Kirk’s Tattoo. Like Maybe When He First Gets It And Doesn’t Tell Reader About

Do you every think like older kirk wold take care of his girl like pleasure her and make her feel safe or love or like he wold go slow for her and or idk my brain is thinking of so much 😭

Omg yes I need that 😭 I think it fits skom era Kirk best 💕

Caring touch

Kirk Hammett x Reader ☆ smut, comfort sex, oral

It had been an awful day, the worst. A day filled with mishaps, frustrations, and disappointments. From the moment I woke up, everything seemed to go wrong.

By the time I finally made it back home, I was exhausted both physically and emotionally. As I entered our bedroom to get ready for a peaceful night in, I could feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.

I kicked off my shoes and slumped down on the bed with a heavy sigh. Kirk looked at me with concern in his eyes, wondering what could have happened, that left me so drained. "What happened, love? You look like you've been through a war," he said softly, sitting down beside me.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. How could I put into words the frustration and disappointment that had plagued me from morning until night? But Kirk was always there for me, to listen and offer comfort.

So I began to recount the events of the day, letting out all the pent-up emotions that had been building inside me.

As I spoke, Kirk listened intently, his hand gently rubbing my leg in a soothing gesture. He didn't interrupt, he simply listened, letting me rant.

When I finished, telling him every detail of my miserable day, I looked up at him, feeling a mix of gratitude for his emotional support.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all of that," he said, his voice filled with compassion. "But I'm here now, and I want to take care of you."

Kirk leaned in closer, his warm breath caressing my cheek as he gazed into my eyes with concern. Slowly, giving me time to pull away if I wished, he closed the distance between us. His soft lips met mine in a gentle, comforting kiss.

For a brief moment, I found myself hesitating, my body tensing slightly. The events of the day still weighed heavily on my mind, making it difficult to fully surrender to the intimate gesture.

Yet as his caring eyes met mine, shimmering with unwavering devotion, something inside me shifted. A quiet voice whispered that, maybe, allowing this tender moment was exactly what my weary soul needed.

Slowly I tilted my chin up to meet him halfway. Kirk's lips brushed against mine, soft and gentle as a butterfly's wing. As our kiss deepened, the tension and stress of the day seemed to slowly melt away.

As our lips parted, Kirk's gaze remained fixed on mine, his eyes now darkened with desire, yet still brimming with deep affection. He spoke, his words a mere whisper that carried the weight of a powerful promise, "I want to make you feel better. Let me take care of you."

With a gentle hand, he reached out to caress my face, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. His touch was light, yet it sent shivers down my spine. His fingers trailed down my neck, then along my collarbone, causing me to shudder involuntarily.

Kirk began to undress me slowly, his hands moving delicately over the fabric of my clothes, peeling them off one by one until only my panties remained.

Kirk's fingers danced across my skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake. His warm hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, coaxing them to harden under his touch.

Leaning down, he captured a nipple between his plump lips, suckling gently, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

His mouth trailed downward, kisses dotting a path across my stomach until he reached the waistband of my panties. With deft fingers, he slowly pulled them down. He tossed the delicate fabric aside, his heated gaze drinking in the sight of me laid bare before him.

Kirk settled between my spread legs, his breath hot against my most intimate area. His shoulders pressing against my inner thighs as he looked up at me with smoldering intensity.

Kirk's warm smile was reassuring, his dark brown eyes filled with tenderness and longing. "Just relax for me, okay?" he murmured, his voice low and soothing.

I nodded, unable to form words as I fixated on his face, my heart pounding in anticipation of the intimacy to come.

With a gentle hand, Kirk guided my thighs further apart, creating a comfortable space for himself before he lowered his head, his breath ghosting over my sensitive folds before his mouth made contact.

The first touch of his lips sent a ripple of delight through me, and I felt myself begin to melt into the mattress. Kirk's tongue darted out, tracing the contours of my sex with a feather-light caress that left me gasping.

His tongue delved deeper, exploring every hidden crevice with a sensual curiosity that drove me wild. He lapped at my clit with increasing fervor, the wet sounds of his ministrations filling the room.

My hips bucked reflexively, seeking more of his skilled attention. As he worked me into a frenzy, Kirk added a finger to the mix, sliding it into my clenching heat alongside his tongue.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as I felt the waves of ecstasy he created. His finger pumped in time with his oral attentions, curling and twisting to hit that sweet spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

Kirk's relentless assault on my senses pushed me to the edge. The combination of his skilled tongue and probing finger proved too much for my overwrought nerves to withstand.

With a soft cry of his name, I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me like a wave. Kirk lapped at my spasming flesh, drinking in every drop of my release.

Only when the tremors subsided did he withdraw, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Oh baby, you did so well. Let me show you how much more you deserve." Rising to his feet, he began to shed his clothes, revealing his tan physique.

Kirk's naked form gleamed in the soft light as he moved towards the bed. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he climbed back onto the mattress, settling his weight atop mine.

For a few heartbeats, we simply breathed together, our chests rising and falling in sync. I could feel the heat of his skin against mine, the steady thrum of his pulse, and the way his hardness pressed insistently against my thigh.

He captured my lips in a searing kiss that stole my breath and set my pulse racing once more. Breaking the embrace, Kirk's eyes searched mine for permission, for consent as his body nestled against mine.

I wrapped my arms around him, welcoming the heat of his skin against mine, the strength of his muscles flexing beneath my fingertips as he sunk deep into my heat.

Kirk's movements were languid, unhurried, as if savoring every moment of our connection. He kissed along my neck, pausing to nibble at the sensitive spots he knew drove me wild.

Each touch was a whispered promise of pleasure and satisfaction. As he gently rocked against me, the drag of his length against my soft folds sent jolts of electricity through my body.

I arched up to meet him, desperate for more of that exquisite friction. Our bodies moved in perfect harmony, two pieces of a puzzle fitting together seamlessly.

As he picked up pace, Kirk angled himself just right, hitting that spot deep inside that had me seeing stars. I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him in even deeper, wanting to be consumed by him utterly.

Kirk's movements became more urgent, his thrusts growing deeper and more insistent as he listened intently to my soft moans of pleasure. Our hands intertwined above my head as I could feel the tension coiling tighter within me.

Kirk's gaze never wavered from mine, his eyes blazing with desire. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice low and husky. "Let me see you come apart for me."

Hearing his words and feeling his gentle but intense thrusts continue, I felt the dam break within me. A moan tore from my throat as I came, my body trembling beneath him. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless and in bliss.

Through half-lidded eyes, I watched Kirk's face contort in delight as he found his own release. His soft groans mingled with my faint gasps and when the last tremors subsided, he leaned down, capturing my lips in a loving kiss.

Pulling back, Kirk gazed at me with an expression of profound affection, his chest still heaving with exertion. With a careful withdrawal, he settled his body beside mine, wrapping his strong arms around me in a protective embrace.

Kirk chuckled softly as he held me against his chest and pressed feather-light kisses to my forehead, my eyes meeting his as he smiled softly. "Feeling better, baby?"

I nodded, a smile playing on my lips as I snuggled closer to Kirk's warmth.

"I'm feeling much better, you always know just what I need."

The comforting weight of his arms around me chased away all the tension and worry from the day, replaced by a sense of peace and happiness in his embrace.

Pressing another tender kiss to my forehead, Kirk murmured, "Good, that's my girl." His thumb brushed lightly over my cheekbones. Our eyes locked, and in their depths, I saw only love and devotion.

Everybody welcome Jason to Sweaty Boy Saturday!

Can you do one where you make Lars jealous on purpose and he gives you a lesson afterwards being rough and all? 🔥

Y'all wanted Lars smut, there you go 😁

Fueled desire

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ Smut, degradation

I was tagging along with Metallica on their tour with Guns N' Roses, and the energy was palpable. The music, the crowds, the late nights and early mornings - it was all a whirlwind of excitement and adrenaline.

But amidst all the chaos and excitement, there was one thing that was weighing on my mind - a silly little argument I had gotten into with my boyfriend, Lars. It was nothing serious, just a petty disagreement over something trivial, but it had left a sour taste in my mouth.

As we arrived at the afterparty following their show, I decided to clear my head and have some fun. The party was in full swing, with music blaring and people dancing and laughing. I spotted Duff from Guns N' Roses across the room, and a mischievous idea popped into my head.

I made my way over to him, flashing a smile and striking up a conversation. We chatted about music, life on the road, and everything in between. I could see Lars watching us from across the room, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the jealousy in his eyes. It was childish, I knew, but in that moment, it felt good to have the upper hand.

As the night wore on, Duff and I continued to chat, laughing and joking as if we were old friends. Lars eventually made his way over to us, his expression unreadable. He stopped in front of us with an icy glare, interrupting our conversation.

Lars grabbed my wrist tightly, his grip firm and possessive. "We're leaving, let's get back to the hotel," he said, his voice low and commanding.

I tried to pull my wrist away, but his hold was too strong. "Lars, what are you doing? Let go of me,  I'm staying here." I demanded, my voice tinged with anger.

Lars ignored my protests and began to lead me away from Duff, who was watching the scene unfold with a mixture of confusion and concern. "What do you think you're doing? Throwing yourself at Duff and flirting with the guy all night?" Lars growled, his jealousy evident in his tone.

"He's just a friend, Lars. You're being ridiculous," I shot back, frustration bubbling up inside me.

Lars didn't respond, his jaw clenched tightly as he continued to drag me away. I could feel the tension between us, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

As we made our way back to the hotel, the silence between us was deafening. I knew that this was far from over, and that the drama between Lars and I was far from resolved. But for now, all I could do was follow him, my heart heavy with the weight of our complicated relationship.

Without a word, he led me back to our hotel room, the door falling shut loudly. I tried to say something, but he cut me off, turning me around and pressing me against the wall roughly, making me gasp.

"Enough of your stupid little games," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, right up against my ear. "You think you can just flirt with whoever you want and make me jealous? Well, I'm not going to stand for it."

I could feel the heat radiating off of him as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin. I could see the fire in his eyes, and I knew I had pushed him too far. But there was something thrilling about the way he was taking control, his dominance sending shivers down my spine.

"Maybe you need a lesson in who you belong to," he whispered, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I could feel the tension between us, the desire and frustration mixing together in a heady cocktail.

Lars smiles at the little sounds I'm letting out, holding my figure in an almost possessive manner. "That's right. You're mine to own." 

He presses himself into me from behind, his hand on my ass as he kisses me hungrily. With how intense the kiss is, it's as if Lars is staking his claim over me. His other hand pulls on my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me. 

I moan as Lars pulls my head backwards, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth fiercely as I let out another moan. Lars grip on my hair tightens, his need to claim me, growing with every movement.

Letting go of my mouth, his lips trail down my neck before biting into the exposed skin, making me yelp. "Fuck Lars!"

Lars' mouth is on my neck, sucking and biting as he leaves a few dark marks on my skin. He pulls away, only to look at his work, running a finger along the love bites he knows I have to try and hide later.

My body is trembling with need as I manage to stay upright, holding onto the wall. Lars grins as he feels my body shake, the way I'm trying to keep myself together only making him want to take me even more. He moves his lips back up my neck, lips lingering against my ear as he whispers, "Look at how desperate you are for me. There's absolutely no need for any other man to throw yourself at, like a needy fucking whore..."

"No, I only need you." I let out a shaky breath. Lars chuckles, his breath hot against my ear as he leans in closer, body pressing against mine. "That's exactly right. You're mine and only mine. I'm the only one who can make you needy like this. You need me, say it!" 

"Lars, I need you, please!" I hear you laugh at my desperation. "Good girl," Lars purred, his thumb stroking my bottom lip gently, before he gets a hold of the hem of my dress to roughly pull it upwards, exposing my ass, a delicate lace thong parting my cheeks, grabbing one to squeeze, his touch possessive and rough.

 "But you don't think you deserve to come tonight right?" Lars punctuated his words with a sharp smack on my exposed flesh, the sound echoing in the room. 

The sudden sting of his hand on my ass sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through my body, making me gasp and arch my back. "Ow, Lars! I'm sorry, please you need to let me come tonight..." I whimpered, voice hoarse with need. My pussy throbbed, aching to be touched, begging for Lars' attention.

"That's it, let me hear you beg," Lars encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "I want to hear how much you love it when I spank that pretty ass of yours." He delivered another smack, this time on the other cheek, leaving a warm, tingling sensation in its wake.

My legs trembled as I struggled to stay upright, body buzzing with sensations. "Please, more... I want more," I begged, my inhibitions melting away. "Oh you'll receive plenty more and you're going to count them, understood?  You'll learn to count your blessings.." I nod and give in to the rough treatment. 

Lars brought his hand down on my exposed backside, the sharp crack echoing through the room. I let out a gasp, body jerking forward as the sting registered. "Count, babygirl," Lars instructed, his voice firm yet laced with a hint of pleasure. "One." "One," I repeated, my voice trem. "Please, Lars..."

Another swift motion and the hand came down on my other cheek, leaving a blazing trail of heat. "Two," Lars intoned, his voice steady. "Two," I echoed, body trembling. 

Lars' eyes glinted with satisfaction as he delivered another strike, this time across both cheeks, creating an 'X' of fiery sensation. "Three," he said, his breath hot against my ear. I moaned, my body responding to the pain and pleasure. "Three," I managed, voice a breathless whisper. "Oh, God..."

As the game progressed, Lars' strikes became more intense, each one a deliberate assault on my senses. With every stroke, my body responded, pussy growing wetter with each count. I lost track of time, my mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations as I clung to the wall.

"Ten." Lars announced, his voice thick with desire as he paused to admire my trembling form. "Please Lars, I need you! I can't take any more of these." 

"Greedy little impatient thing, aren't you?" Lars teased, his breath hot on my neck as he nuzzled my sensitive skin. "But I aim to please." He reached around, his fingers dipping beneath the flimsy fabric of my thong, finding my wetness and without warning, plunging two fingers deep inside of me. 

A loud moan escaped my lips as Lars' fingers filled me, stroking in a rhythmic motion, hitting all the right spots. My body moved instinctively against his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. "Fuck, yes! Right there," I cried out, my forehead pressed against the wall.

Lars chuckled, the sound vibrating through me as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of my slick heat. "You like that, huh? My fingers deep inside you, making you wetter by the second." He added a third finger, stretching me, filling me to the brim, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.

"I'm gonna come... Lars, I'm so close," I panted, my body tensing as the coil of pleasure tightened within me. Lars' thumb found my clit, circling it relentlessly, stopping every movement right before sending me over the edge. "No please I..." 

Lars straightened up, his eyes dark with desire as he took in my disheveled appearance as he coos. "I'm so sorry babygirl, you wanted to cum? You thought I'd let you cum that easily?" His voice was thick with lust, and he took a step closer, his hardness pressing against my thigh.

"I-I..." I stuttered, my eyes flickering with uncertainty and arousal. I was at his mercy, body betraying me as my nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my dress.

Lars's arm snaked around my waist, he kept me locked in place as he removed his hand from my panties. "You're so wet, so responsive," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. "But I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you scream my name when I make you come. You have to earn it."

My mouth went dry as his words sent a fresh wave of heat between my legs. "Please, Lars," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'll beg if that's what you want."

With a possessive growl Lars removed my dress, throwing it aside followed by his fingers roughly pulling my panties down my legs, leaving me bare before he pinned my hands above my head with one hand, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. His free hand trailed down my body, tracing my soft tits, before kneading them hungrily. "Oh baby, trying to make me jealous without thinking of the consequences..."

As he spoke, he released my hands and reached for his belt, undoing it with practiced ease. The sound of his zipper echoed in the room as he freed his thick, throbbing cock, rock hard by now. Lars undressed quickly before he positioned himself behind me with his length pressing against my entrance, teasing me with its promise. "Please, just fuck me already!" I begged, voice hoarse and raw.

He obliged, gripping my hips tightly as he thrust forward, filling me in one smooth motion. I cried out, my body accommodating his size as he stretched and filled me. Lars set a relentless pace, not giving me any time to adjust and his hands leaving red marks on my skin as he pounded into me, claiming me with each thrust.

"You like that, don't you? You all did that on purpose?" he grunted, his breath hot on my neck. "My dick feels so good inside you, making you mine."

I could only moan in response, body moving in sync with his, each stroke hitting my sweet spot, pushing me closer to the edge, hoping Lars lets me come this time. The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might shatter.

Lars reached around, his fingers finding my sensitive bud once more, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you want to cum for me now, babygirl?" he grunts, his voice hoarse with desire.

My body convulsed as an intense orgasm ripped through me, causing me to scream his name, his hand flying to my mouth to muffle my scream. My inner walls clamped down on his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Lars groaned, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he spilled his seed deep inside of me, his climax intensifying my own.

We remain joined, breathing heavily, our hearts pounding in unison. Lars's hands gently caressed my trembling body, his thumbs brushing away the tears of pleasure that had formed in the corners of my eyes.

"That," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction, "was just the beginning, babygirl. I plan on making you come again and again. Until you feel so sorry you just have to apologize over and over to receive my forgiveness." 

Just appreciating Load era Kirk's smile....😍😍And those eyes....🤭🤭That is all...

Cliff on the phone ☎️

Can you do cuddling on a cold winter night with Jason? Just pure fluff pls 😊

Winter warmth

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ Fluff

It was a freezing cold winter night, the kind that made you want to stay indoors and never leave the warmth of your home ever again.

You were curled up on the sofa with Jason, after being out in the icy and stormy weather, craving to get inside and warm up your frozen limbs.

Your body stopped shaking the second Jason lit the chimney and crawled underneath the furry blanket, his hands still cold but the rest of him comfortingly warm.

The crackling fire in the fireplace casting an orange glow over the room as Jason wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as you snuggled into his chest.

The heat from the flames and his embrace made you feel safe and content, like nothing could harm you in that moment.

As you gazed into the flickering flames, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment of peace and tranquility.

The world outside may have been cold and harsh, but in that moment, all that mattered was the two of you, wrapped up in each other's love.

"You feel better now?" Jason murmured as he tenderly ran his calloused fingers through your hair, smoothing the soft frizz, created by the beanie you wore.

You looked up at Jason, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. Your cheeks and nose, a crimson color from being exposed to the crisp temperature for too long.

In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be – in his arms, by the fire, safe from the stormy winter air.

"Yes, much better. I think I'm defrosting here. Thanks for keeping me warm." You smile up at him and watch him chuckle before he's pressing a loving kiss onto your forehead.

"Anything for my baby, I'm not leaving your side. And I don't want you to get sick." Jason replies, gently tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he stares into your bright orbs.

His gentle touch and soothing words washed over you like a comforting balm, easing the lingering chill from your bones.

The snow outside seemed to fall in slow motion, each flake drifting lazily to the ground, oblivious to the cozy world within these walls.

"Are you alright? You're so quiet." Jason's voice broke the silence as he looked down at you, his brow slightly creasing in a small frown.

"Yeah, just thinking...enjoying the moment." You smiled as you nestled further into him.

"Mind sharing what you're thinking about?" Jason's arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on the top of your head.

His curls were softly tickling your face, making you smile in amusement. "Just how lucky I am, to have you."

"Mm, I should be the one saying that." Jason's hold tightened, his hand gently tracing patterns on your back as he enjoyed the closeness.

A contented sigh escaped your lips as his fingers continued their soothing dance across your back.

You felt cocooned in his embrace, the world outside receding until all that existed was the warmth of his body pressed against yours and the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

"I am incredibly fortunate to have found you," you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper against the soft locks framing his face.

Jason's hold on you tightened reflexively, as if he could draw you even closer, merge your bodies into one entity. "And I feel the same way," he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head in a feather-light kiss.

You felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks and smiled dreamily. The faint glow emanating from the fireplace cast flickering shadows across Jason's features, transforming them into a mesmerizing play of light and dark.

You tenderly tilted his chin to place a soft kiss onto his lips as your fingertips traced idle patterns on his chest, relishing the solid warmth of his muscles beneath his shirt.

"Mm, you're very affectionate today." Jason teased as you showered his lips with loving kisses. He enjoyed the feeling, his arm wrapping around your back to pull you into his lap.

"Hi there." You cracked a smile as you settled down in your boyfriends lap, getting seemingly comfortable.

"Hey." Jason smiled, his eyes drinking in your relaxed presence in his lap. "You look comfy."

"Mmm, I am," you agreed, a contented sigh escaping your lips. Jason's hands began to roam, fingertips dancing along your spine before coming to rest on your hips.

"I'm glad," he said, his voice low and husky. "Because right now, I don't want to let you go."

His words sent a thrill through you, a mix of excitement and tenderness swirling in the pit of your stomach.

Jason's thumbs gently circled your hips as he pulled you impossibly closer against him, his body heat seeping into yours through the thin fabric of your clothes. The warmth was welcome after braving the frigid outdoors together.

"I love holding you like this," he murmured, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, where he placed soft kisses.

His breath was hot against your skin, sending delightful shivers down your spine. One hand slid up to rest just below your ribcage while the other continued its slow exploration along your hip bone.

"So small and delicate in my arms," Jason observed, his voice tinged with affection as a smirk crept onto his face. "Like I could break you if I wasn't careful."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at Jason's teasing remark, even as a flutter of nerves danced in your belly at the thought of being so vulnerable in his strong embrace.

"I like the sound of that," you replied playfully, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

Jason's smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and something more primal as he leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning over your parted lips.

Jason's hand found its way to yours, intertwining your fingers in a gentle caress.

"I love you," Jason whispered, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

"I love you too," you replied, feeling your heart swell with love for this man who had captured your heart.

And as you sat there, wrapped up in each other's love, you knew that no matter how cold the winter nights may be, as long as you had each other, you would always be warm.

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.

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.