You can call me Tera,, or Coke. My pronouns are she/her and I currently write for Metallica. Please note my page is 18+ If you are a minor, please do not interact.
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My stories will revolve around Metallica, Metal, 2000's aesthetics, technology, pop music, and more.
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I need this time to vent... I'm on the verge of tears, yet I can't cry. Not in my household because I don't want to be bothered. Anyways. Do you guys remember my gym dad? One of the older guys at my gym who's always there for me? So I got his number recently. I really like him. Maybe a bit too much. Every time his name appears on my phone my heart drops and my stomach gets full with butterflies. It feels so right, yet so wrong. I feel ashamed. Gross. And to top it all off, I think he's flirting with me. I'm a very touch-starved girl. I don't know if he's flirting with me or not. I don't know. But it scares me. I don't want our friendship to be ruined. Yes, I like him, but I can't be with him. He's as old as my dad. And I see him as the dad I never had.. I'm afraid. I really want to just be friends with him. People already give me weird looks at the gym because I hang out with him too much.
Aside from this. Although I'm an adult, a young adult, my mom still watches my back when I'm at the gym. I still live with my parents. I'm independent, though, not that independent. I am paying for my own membership after all.
I still rely on my parents for almost everything. I'm not a complete adult, really. Well, I would be crying my heart out if I lived alone. Yet, I can't. I'm going to talk to him tomorrow about it. If I can. My mom always pulls me out of the gym as soon as the class ends. And me talking to him in private might raise some eyebrows. I don't know what to do. I just hope that I'm reading the signs wrong and that he's not actually flirting with me.
Sorry for being so inactive! Been busy with college and the gym! So many things on my mind. I'm a big perfectionist so I always feel the need to reply to anons with a full written story ;(
But! I still have a ton of minifics I should finish. Just very lazy lol.
Though, today was horrible. I had started my period but I still wanted to work out and hopefully get bigger. I am the smallest one there. 5'3 and petite while surrounded by bigger and taller guys. Because of my stature, I get mistaken for a 15-year-old, or high schooler as I've been told. The guys that approach me are young and really immature. It turns me off the way they talk to me. But when I talk to the older guys they are much more respectful and caring. Really nice people. I really look up to my gym-dad though. We kicked off just like that. He's almost like a father figure to me, though, I find him attractive. He's tall, handsome, and sports various tattoos throughout his arms. He's divorced with one child and lives near me. He's buff too. He always reaches out to me when I'm on my own. There to support me. Like the dad I never had. I must have felt more sentimental or emotional because of my period. I was trying to be a bit distant, just looming. I drank my tea in an area that I shouldn't have and got called out because of it. Everyone looked at me as I apologized. I am not one to get easily embarrassed though, I didn't want all those eyes looking at me. I couldn't explain that I was on my period either in front of all those guys so I got up and put it away.
Today's not perfect. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Gym was hard today. Bruises and all things scary. Doing martial arts with the guys there as a very small frail woman is very scary. I ended up crying towards the end of it. At the end of the class, I broke down in tears as everyone walked past me. I sat down next to my gym dad as tears shed from my eyes. He asked me if I was ok while everyone else walked past me like nothing. My throat felt constricted and I couldn't speak. I continued crying as I sniffled. "I-it's just hard," I said, my nose red and swollen from crying.
"But it's good that you're crying," he said, trying to cheer me up, a smile on his face.
I watched as the bigger men ran in a circle as their warmup.
"I guess," I sniffled.
People behind us walked by as they did their best not to look our way, not wanting to give me an ounce of sympathy.
"What makes it hard? That it's all dudes?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Every time I get beat up it's always by dudes," I confessed.
He sighed. "I'm sorry that happens. All this stuff must trigger you huh?"
I nodded.
"You know, it's scary for me too. There's guys that will beat my ass. Like him," he pointed to one of the guys warming up.
He looked over at me, "I can always pair you up with someone who'll be more gentle with you. I even encourage you to be rough with me when we're fighting."
I fidgeted with my fingers. As he sat with his knees close to him, a hug from him would have felt very comforting. His dark tattooed arms wrapped around me as I'd take in his scent, not caring that he'd be sweaty as I would be too. Though we weren't at that level of friendship yet, so I brushed off the thought.
I continued to rant about the guys at the gym and guys in general as he heard me out. From my major being slammed to me being put down for wearing makeup at the gym he nodded in sympathy.
It was always nice talking to him. He's a constant reminder that older guys are more caring, sympathetic, and overall mature.
Before I left, I checked in at the front desk about my payment and its charges. Even they didn't seem to care about my well-being. They didn't even ask me if I was ok.
Wearing my sunglasses to mask my tears I waved goodbye to him.
"Take care, (y/n)."
"You too."
He even asked me if I would come tomorrow. I wasn't feeling up for it, but now I'm considering it.
like being out with friends and he’s fingering you under the table and your trying so hard not to make it obvious and he’s smoking his cigar and it’s just the hottest fucking thing and it’s also making it harder for you to keep yourself from moaning and grinding on his hand
Holding onto his thigh as you lay your head on his shoulder trying to look nonchalant in front of friends. You hope the obscene and dirty sounds coming from your wet pussy don't attract your friends or anyone nearby. James has a front row seat to the heavy breaths and sighs escaping you lips as you rock your hips slowly and discreetly.
And once his friends leave you grab him by the collar and lead him to his truck where you ride his face..
The more I talk to guys the more I'm convinced I'll stay single for longer. Most of the time they're so rude and ignorant... even my guy friends are like that. As I said before, older guys are much more mature and respectful, sooo single it is,, for a long time.
I've been going to the gym lately and jeez are guys my age such assholes. The majority of them put me down because of my major and are just immature in general. The older guys there are sweethearts and just the nicest people I've talked to. I even have what I call, a gym daddy, lol. He's in his mid-forties with tattoos and he's like a father figure to me. If any of those guys try anything funny with me I'm running to him!
Pairing : James Hetfield x reader
Era : Black album James
Warnings : Fluff and romantic time only
Synopsis : A little romantic break during tour never killed nobody
AN : Another sweet ask from an anon, hope you'll like it! Thanks to my good friend @liltingoddesss for her help with this <33
James sighed of tiredness when the elevator brought him to the 6th floor. He just finished rehearsals for the next gig and felt extremely exhausted. They had been touring since a month and a half now and even if he loved the energy brought by the fans and the share of their music, sometimes he just needed a break. And this is exactly what he wanted now.
He opened the door of his hotel suite, wondering if you would be there already. You told him you wanted to do a bit of sightseeing and shopping today since you were in an interesting city. Sometimes you were coming to the rehearsals but not all the time. As James girlfriend, you had also the right to be free and do whatever you wanted.
"(X/Y) ?", James called as closing the door behind him, removing quickly his boots that he kicked away. He scratched his head as he quickly pour some water in a glass to hydrate himself.
"Here baby!", he heard your voice coming from he bathroom and smiled. He was happy you were there cause what he needed right now was a big cuddle time session on the bed, relaxing. He made his way over there to greet you and propose you this wonderful idea until he got an interesting surprise.
"Oh...I see someone Is enjoying herself...", he said with a smile as leaning against the doorframe. You turned around when you heard his voice and smiled back at him. You collected some foam in your hand and blew it in his direction with a giggle.
"Hello handsome! Wanna join? I'm bored to enjoy it all by myself", you replied with a malicious tone. James chuckled and shook his head.
"No need to ask me twice sweetheart". He walked in, closed the door and started to undressed, pulling his clothes in a pile next to the sink. Impatient to welcome him in, you already moved inside the tube to give him space. James came in carefully, trying to not fall or broke one of his leg.
"Damn baby, it's hot!", he exclaimed as soon as his ass touched the hot water.
"It's a bath baby! It won't be cold," you giggled as coming behind him when he sat completely in it. You opened your legs and put them on each side of his body so as to have your chest against his back, your tiny arms around him. Naturally your head rested on his shoulder.
"How was your day?"
"Exhausting", James said as taking your hands in his, intertwining your fingers under water.
"Some problems ?", you asked as caressing softly his hair. You knew how hard it could be for them to give 100% of energy at every show with sometimes lack of rest between it. That's why you were always careful that he could have a relaxing time from time to time.
"The usual. Techs problems. Guitars problems and band problems", he sighed and leaned back against you. You cupped his face from behind and kissed his temple.
"Now it's over. Relax baby", you whispered as you started to massage his shoulders in slow movements.
James quickly closed his eyes and moaned of satisfaction. It was feeling so good and this is what he needed right now. You smiled when you felt him untensed under your touch and you couldn't resist to spread some kisses all over his neck.
"I love you...", he whispered, lost in his thoughts.
He was so lucky to have you with him. You two talked a lot about you coming on tour with them because of the difficult schedules and lot of travels all the time but now he realized it was the best decision you two could have ever taken. He needed some time off from Metallica, the bands discussions. With you it was always calm and relaxing and this what he needed the most.
"I love you too..", you whispered back with a smile as kissing his shoulder now, your hands stopping the massage for spreading some sweet caresses on his back.
You always loved this tenderness between the two of you. You never imagined James would be like this, considering his metalhead style and his behavior on stage or with the others, but with time, you discovered that it was what he needed. Maybe because this is what he missed the most when he was a kid ? You didn't know and probably never knew but you were happy to provide him and to share this with him.
After a while, James turned on the tube and decided to switch your positions. He leaned against one of the side, opened his legs and arms to welcome you. You smiled at the index he moved on to invite you to come and in a move, you ended up leaning against his chest for a cuddle. He embraced you from behind, holding you tight as he smelled the place just right behind your ear.
"Can we stay forever in this bath?", he whispered, closing his eyes. He never felt so peaceful since a long time and it's always with you by his side.
You chuckled softly, lifting up your hand to caress his cheek. "We can baby...but we'd be crumpled after".
"I don't care, as long as I'm crumpled with you in my arms...", he seriously said and this made you chuckle again.
Your head rested on his shoulder and you both kept silence. James softly caressed your hair, caressing them from your scalp as you absentmindedly played with his fingers, analyzing every detail of them, every little mark left by his guitar chords. You took every finger and started to kiss the tip tenderly, like if you wanted to heal them.
"They are used..", you let out after some time.
"I know..", James smiled behind your back and bend to look at it. "But I'm not in pain... Maybe I'll be in 40 years"
You chuckled at his joke. "I hope not. I want to listen to you playing music forever...". James only answered with a tender kiss on top of your head.
When the water started to get cold and when you were crumpled enough, you decided to go out of the bath. James helped you to carefully stepped out of the basin without falling on the ground. After a quick thanks, you grabbed a towel to wrap yourself up in it while you already prepared one for him.
Once he was on the bathroom carpet, James smiled at your tender gesture. He was used to be the one that was taking care of you but he also appreciated when you were changing roles. You gently wrapped him up too, taking an extra towel for his hair that you slowly dried with it. From all his height, James looked over you caressing your cheekbone when you finished your task.
"You're sweet", you told him with a smile as moving on your tiptoes to smack him sweetly on the lips. James smiled, holding you by your shoulders before embracing you.
You told him to go to bed while you tidied up a bit the mess in the bathroom, cleaning the bathtub and so on. In less than ten minutes, you went back into your room and found James completely naked, on his stomach, head on the pillow, sleeping like a baby. He was so tired that he didn't even put on his boxer to sleep.
You smiled and climbed on the bed like a cat to lay down next to him in the same position, moving carefully to not awake him. Then your leg intertwined with his and you embraced him with your side, caressing slowly his arms. He was completely exhausted, you could tell with the deep breath you were hearing. You lovingly smiled at this cute vision of him and slowly rubbed his back.
"Good night my love..." you whispered as plating a soft and delicate kiss on his temple.
Hey everyone! Thank you for sharing my questionnaire! I'm happy to see that a lot of you enjoy technology! Which is great! Considering there will be a lot of technology and references to it in my upcoming story. I'm assuming a lot of my readers are Gen Z so I decided to make a poll to better relate to the readers. This poll is anonymous and optional <3
Hey everyone! Coke here. I'm currently writing a James Hetfield x Reader story and I need your help to continue to develop my story. As a person of color, your feedback is important to me because we all come from different cultural backgrounds. Besides this, the main point is to make the story inclusive to those that do not fit in the (y/n) box. I don't want my readers to be scratching their heads when something they dislike is supposed to be their favorite thing, y'know? So enough of my rambling, I want to input your guy's wants and desires into this story!
A questionnaire to familiarize with the reader and input the reader's wants into an upcoming fanfic.
Beginning in 1997, you are a young co
I made a questionnaire for anyone to fill out. Questions range from what type of clothing you like to wear, to foods you dislike as well as some more intimate questions. All the questions are optional and the responses are anonymous.
Again, I'm still in the process of writing this story so some things are subject to change.
