I've been pretty bored lately and thought I'd get into writing fics about mine and a lot of other people's FAVORITE band!
I do lack ideas sometimes😔 SO SEND ME REQUESTS (my ask box). Any Metallica member, past or present, and any era you would like (Smut, Fluff, or Angst), just let me know in your request!
I am gonna be a freshman in college this fall, so keep that in mind. I wanna do this as a hobby and not a full-time job.
I won't be writing for these..
*NO minors, scat, vomit, r#p3, SA, SH, ED, animals, or male readers (only because I dont know how to write for it)
I am open to a lot, so don't be shy to send in your ideas.
Please be respectful
* NO politics, homophobia, or shit like that. We're all here to have a good time. Let's keep it that way and be nice.
MDNI!
If it doesn't have a link on it, it will be out soon. it's in my drafts🙉
Warnings: DomJames!, Unprotected sex, Cursing, Oral (both receiving), implied age gap relationship, degrading?
You knew why you were in this position, face pressed down into the bed, bent over as James leans down into you, fucking into your tight cunt with rough thrusts as he groans and grunts into your ear. Sure, you shouldn't have pushed his buttons on a hard day, but you just couldn't help it. You wanted his attention, and he just wasn't in the mood.
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"James, come on" you whine and pout as you tap his thigh while he sits in the recording room of his home, guitar in his lap as he tries to record a demo of his part of a song in the new album that was soon to be released, "Hardwired... To Self Destruct", it was important to him and you knew it. With all the stress with the band trying to get this album finished and out was getting him frustrated and overwhelmed, that's why it bugged you when your boyfriend refused to give you his full attention and tried to get his work done.
"I'm not in the mood, I've gotta get shit done," he says roughly as his calloused fingers press down onto the fret board while his other hand grips the pick tightly. "Jamie," you drag on the last syllable, your hand trailing up towards the zipper of his jeans. "Damn it, what?!" He snaps at you, hands falling from the strings as he glares at you. "I need to get this shit done, ive got everyone on my ass about this, I can't fucking entertain you all the damn time, fuck" his gruff and snappy tone makes your brows furrow before you get up off the chair and storm off out of the recording room.
Huffing to yourself, you make your way to your shared bedroom, flopping down onto the bed with a scoff. The TV plays some reality show as you sit back against the headboard, arms crossed, watching it.
Not even 10 minutes later, you hear the studio room door open and close, making you roll your eyes. When footsteps thump gently closer to your shared bedroom, you keep your eyes on the TV until you see James standing in the doorway of the room, walking in and towards the bed. With an irritated huff, you grab the remote, pressing harshly at the off button and getting up off the bed, leaving the room before James got a chance to sit on it and talk.
You stomp out, hearing muttered curses behind you as familiar footsteps thump after you. "What the fuck is your problem today?" James asked roughly as his hand grabs your wrist.
He takes a good look at your face before scoffing, "Fine, you want my attention? You wanna act like a bitch? Then you're getting fucked like one too" he says in a snappy, pissy tone as he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you back into your bedroom and shoving you onto the bed before slamming his lips onto yours. He pulls at your clothes while he keeps you pinned against the bed.
When he pulls away, he almost snarls, eyes full of frustration and lust. You gasped when he pulled off your shorts, prying your thighs apart before he growls, bringing his body lower. "Can't fuckin focus, too much shit on my plate and you just won't give me a break huh? Need my constant attention, hm?" He spits out as he drags a finger over the wet patch on your panties.
"Fuckin soaked" he mutters "you like bugging me when im busy huh? Gets you all wet for me?" He snaps, making you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment because of his words.
When you don't say anything to his words, he looks up at you, his blue eyes darker than usual. "You're always busy!" You complain boldly as if you weren't pinned under his heavy body.
When he huffs out, your brows furrow as he's tearing the fabric of your panties away, quick to get you completely bare for him while he stays fully clothed for now. A sharp squeal leaves your lips as his thicker fingers flick at your clit before he licks a thick stripe up the seam of your cunt.
"Oh fuck!" You yelp out, your fingers digging into the sheets and gripping them tight. A low and growl like chuckle leaves his lips, vibrating over your wet heat before he flicks his tongue over again, rougher this time, more..hungry.
"James! Ah! Oh my God!" You moan out when he buries his face against you letting out groans against your cunt. Your eyes squeeze shut as you throw your head back, moans leaving your lips when James pulls back to spit onto your clit before lapping at it with his tongue. Right as your hips start to buck and slightly thrash against him, he pulls away, swatting the side of your thigh with his big tattooed hand and then using the same hand to find his way lower towards your greedy hole that was clenching around nothing.
He steps away, his hands leaving you for a second to strip off his shirt. His bare chest with some hair on it, his belly from years of drinking and just maturing in general, it all made you whine in frustration before he's pulling at your legs to pull you at the edge of the bed, his thick fingers back on your sensitive nub before roughly working two inside. You knew which ones they were, his middle and ring, the letters "I" and "F" inked on them.
"You just like being fucked" he growls, shoving his fingers in and curling them up, grinning a bit when your eyes squeeze shut. He knew damn well how to get you like this, and he loved it. "Such a dirty fuckin' girl, can't even get my work done without you needing your fill" he spits out as you reply with pants and moans, knuckles white from how you hard were gripping the sheets.
You could feel the warm and tingly feeling in your stomach, one that was getting harder to ignore by the second before it goes away when james yanks his fingers out.
"Up" he orders roughly and stands up straight as he starts to work at the thick metal belt buckle. You blink and look up towards him when he unzips the bronze zipper of his jeans, pulling it down harshly before looking at you.
"Come on, get up" he says again before his palm meets the flesh of your ass, making you hiss out and scurry to sit up.
You lick your lips before he pulls down the denim, getting out his hard cock and holding it towards your lips. He was throbbing, the head was flushed, and the tip leaked precum that made your mouth water. He was quick to press the tip to your lips, pushing it against your plushy lips for you to open.
You look up at him through your eyelashes as you take his thick cock into your warm, wet mouth which makes him groan deeply.
"Fuck" he grunts softly as he pushes your head closer towards him with his big hand. He chuckles cruelly when you squeeze your eyes shut, breathing through your nose as he starts to thrust his hips into your mouth, his movements getting rough.
"Yeah you like that" he speaks for you as he grunts, throwing his head back as you hollow your cheeks, feeling the veins on the side of his cock rub against your throat. When he looks down at you, he caresses your face softly before patting at your cheek when he sees you start to pull away.
"Take all of it, just like that," he groans as he thrusts his hips a bit slower but harder against you.
You watch as he pulls you up and turns you over to bend over the edge of the footboard, his big arms hauling you in whatever position he wanted.
You gag around his thick length as he holds your head against his crotch, nose stuffed into the trimmed hairs on his pubic bone. He's groaning as he shoves his tip as deep as it could go. Your eyes were watery when you tried to pull back, he doesn't stop you. Instead, he moves your now messy hair away from your face and pulls himself away from you to strip off the rest of his clothes.
"What are you- ah" you gasp as your words get interrupted by James' big body laying over yours, his chest against your back as his hard cock pushes at your ass before he's adjusting it against your hole and pushing into you. "Oh fuck" you cry out, his thick length stretching you out a little every time he does this.
"Yeah, I know baby, y' just needed a dick inside ya" he says lowly, pulling out slowly before slamming himself back in which makes him grunt and makes you moan. The bed squeaks as he does this a couple more times before he's quickly thrusting in and out of you, knocking the wind out of you every time he thrusts in hard.
"Yes!, yes, yes, right there!" You squeal out, making him push your head down into the mattress.
"Yeah, just shut up and take it, wasting my time to work just to fuck you like this" He groans when your moans get louder at his words. "Dirty fucking girl, getting off on this shit." He grunts out and pushes against you, bringing his face towards your ear and groaning. "Yeah, just fucking take it" he growls and thrusts harder.
Your mind feels like its full of cotton as he speeds up and wraps one of his arms around you, bringing his fingers to your clit and rubbing quick circles over it. All you could do was moan and agree to his cruel words.
"Gonna beg me to cum in ya too?" He questions as you squeal and moan, nodding your head as you feel him fuck the sense out of you.
"Yeah, you are," he grumbles and thrusts harder into you.
He knew by how your moans were getting louder, whinier, and dirtier that you were getting close. He knew the angle he was hitting was making you squeal and squirm under him.
"James, james, james!" You cry out as he kisses your shoulder, continuing his rough pace with his hips and his fingers. "Mhm, can feel you pulsing baby" he grunts out and thrusts harder with a growl, pinching your clit making you squeal.
"I'm gonna cum, jamie- oh I'm gonna cum" you babble out, lifting your head slightly out of the mattress. Your face was flushed, lips swollen and eyes dazed with pleasure.
He chuckles deeply, "Yer gonna wait" he growls and thrusts faster, his eyes shutting as little grunts leave his throat. You could feel the twitch of him inside you and he let you know that quick when he groans and puts his lips against your shoulder again.
"Yeah, you can cum" he mumbles out as he rubs at your clit in tinier circles. A soft cry leaves your lips as you unravel under him before he's grunting and unloading himself into you.
He groans as he floods your insides and stays there for a minute before he's slowly pulling out.
"Hey, you alright, baby?" He says softly and kisses at your cheek as he flips you over. "Uh huh," you nod, looking into his blue eyes with your own dazed ones.
He doesn't say anything when he gently lifts you off and back onto the bed towards the pillows, grabbing his tshirt he tossed earlier and wiping the remnants of him off of your inner thighs and puffy cunt. You look at him when he tossed the shirt away and climbs into the bed with you, pulling you close into his chest before taking his hand and gently moving your hair away so he could see your face. "Feel better?" He asks gently, not teasing anymore, not mean, just genuine. You nod and put a hand over his chest, "Yeah, much better," you say, looking up at him with tired, worn-out eyes.
He smiles when he sees you look up at him before your eyes droop shut. He smiles and chuckles softly as he's leaning in to kiss your lips gently before pulling you back into his chest, letting his eyes close with new exhaustion, yet, less stress.
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When you woke up this morning, your eyes are blinded by the bright sun that shines through the windows. The cold sheets lay over you messily, covering your bare body. As your eyes adjust to the familiar surroundings, you turn over slightly, pulled into a body much bigger than yours, feeling and seeing a big arm draped over your shoulders, one that was covered in tattoos and tiny sun freckles is when you grin as you remember the night before...
reading a Metallica interview from the mid 90s to '01 is like playing Russian Roulette. it's either the funniest thing you've ever read, has some really insightful, introspective quotes, or you're sitting with your head in your hands wondering how any of them made it that far in life without getting shot.
Warnings: Virginity loss, kinda subby james, overatimulation, unprotected sex, cursing?, lmk if I'm missing something, i probably am.
Both characters are 18
You had been anxious all day, not nervous per se, more..excited. You had been dating your boyfriend James for a year now, you were now a senior in highschool alongside James.
Your relationship was really great, better than a lot of your friends and that made you and James decide to take it to the next level. You were a virgin, James knew this and you knew that he was too. His dream of being a musician was just garage practices every week with his band "Obsession", no gigs yet, no groupies, no lays. It was today that you and James were going to experience the excitement together.
When the last school bell rang, you and James meet each other outside where you both give each other shy grins.
"Y'ready?" He let out a nervous chuckle as you glanced at his car. An old beat up thing that got him from point A to point B.
You let out a small laugh and nod before getting into the car, sitting in silence before you start the engine and start to drive. Besides the quiet music playing on the radio, the car was quiet, both of you waiting to get to his house to participate in what was to come.
As the car comes to a soft onto the bumpy, gravel driveway, James is quick to get out of the car, leaning onto it as he waits for you to get out, a soft blush on his face as he looks back and forth from your face which was as pink as his and the door of the house.
"No one's gonna be back, right?" You ask with a wide-eyed expression, glancing around as if the neighbors who were outside knew. "No one's here, just us," He says and pulls you in so you both could walk into the house. You have been at James' house plenty of times, but today, it seemed like it was the first time you were here. James laughs and tugs at your hand as you run upstairs, faces red, hands sweaty, and rushed feet.
You giggle as james grins and kisses your lips. His soft yet slightly chapped pink lips touching yours in a playful and fun kiss before he looks down at you nervously with a tiny smile. "You sure you wanna do this" He mumbles out as he presses his chest into yours.
You nod as you pull him closer and kiss him again, melting into the so far innocent kisses between us. "I wanna do this" you say as he kisses the corners of your lips and leans into your frame, his hips pushing into your body as you feel his arousal through his jeans making you gasp and push against the bulge you could feel.
You pull back from the kisses which were slowly getting needier, and pull him over to his messily made bed where he starts to kiss you sloppily.
You feel the heat in your core rise as your hips buck up to meet his. "Fuck" he whispers roughly as he gently tugs at the hem of your shirt. His usual higher voice now a bit rough from need.
"James" you gasp out as he kisses you once more before pulling back, his eyes full of lust and emotion, his own hormones too overwhelming. You huff as you tug at his shirt, helping him take it off as he let's out a breathy chuckle before helping you out of your shirt. "Can I take this off" He whispers nervously, almost carefully as he pulls at your jeans. Your face burns at the bareness of your chest in front of his eyes, his eyes full of hunger and want.
You nod, it was almost too much to say anything as he tugs at the denim around your hips. You look down as james' let's out a tiny sound, his throat going dry at the sight of your panties now stained with a wet patch in the middle. You look away, face red in embarrassment as he taps at your stomach.
"You're so fucking pretty" He mumbles, those blue eyes full of affection. You let out a tiny laugh and smile before laying back as he crawls lower towards your legs. You could hear James let out a tiny whine as his hips buck into the mattress under him before he's tugging at the thin fabric that covers you.
Feeling bold, you pull down at the straps on your shoulder, pulling away your bra as you hear another choked out whine from the boy watching you. As the thin fabric covering your heat is pulled down and pulled from around your legs, James swallows hard and looks up at you.
"You're gonna tell me what feels good, right?" He asks nervously. Quickly nodding with a tiny hum you bite your plushy lower lip as james uses his pointer finger to gently touch at the soaked folds, your hips buck as a soft gasp leaves your lips.
Another shaky breath is pulled from you when he looks up at you and runs his fingers up and down your wet slit before licking his lips.
James pushes his finger up slightly to where he thinks your clit is and looks up, watching for a reaction as he continues to poke around the spot. Letting out a frustrated "jamie" you squirm a bit, making him pull away, his eyes wide in confusion.
"James please" you ask with a whiny voice as he tugs at his jeans quickly, pulling his clothes off in a hurry and leaving his pale body on display. He whimpers as his hard length brushes against your thigh. His eyes flickering towards yours as he pulls down the fabric of his white boxers, a wet patch on the front of his as well as he peels off the sticky fabric.
"Oh," you whisper, it was weird looking, standing straight up, long and firm. Dark pink at the tip with a bead of milky white fluid at the slit from the teasing, a dusty pink color down the shaft as a vein decorated the underside of it. Blond course hair is scattered all over his pubic bone leading up to his belly button.
James blinks, almost worried at your gaze, he grunts quietly and climbs on top of you, hiding his flustered face.
You pull your head up to get a look at his face. "James"
He looks up, his eyes meeting yours in a nervous confusion. "I-it might hurt, I think," He murmurs, his eyes darting from yours to your exposed tits, to off of you completely when his face burned a dark crimson color. "It can't be that bad," you whisper softly and gasp when you feel the nudge of his hard tip against your wet folds. "James," you gasp, which makes him pull away quickly and let out a tiny whine.
"No, no, im okay, it's okay," you say quickly and pull him closer by his biceps. His body was stronger than it was when you had met him, more muscular.
James looks down at you, giving you a soft and pleading look before burying his face into the crook of you neck and pushing him self against you, his cockhead pushing against your tight, wet hole.
You gasp and squeeze at his shoulders as he whimpers, his hips uneasy and shaky as he tries not to shove himself in. "Oh my god," he whimpers in a quivery voice before letting out a choked moan when you clench around the intrusive feeling in between your legs. "Does it- fuck, does it feel good?" He tries to ask as he shuts his eyes.
Your mouth falls open, a moan slipping past your lips at his question as you run your fingers down his arm. James grunts, his usual clean voice now a whimpery mess as he looks down at your face, your eyes teary as he tries to help you calm down and not completely shove his cock into your hole.
The blond peppers messily peppers sloppy kisses onto your face as you let out moans, face morphing in pain and upcoming pleasure.
James grunts out as he pushes deeper, his hips trying to push in with an unsteady rhythm while your noises urged him to want to fill you up with him. You look up at him, his eyes screwed shut, and jaw dropped as his mouth falls agape.
You buck your hips up, whining. "More, m-more" you try to get out as other noises spill from your lips. James grunts and pushes in deeper, letting out a choked cry as he shoves the rest of himself in, making you cry out a little at the stretch. "Jamie!", "Oh fuck, f-fuck, sorry, sorry s-shit" he whimpers and mumbles apology after apology as his eyes open and tears start to brim his eyes and his hips start to thrust in and out slowly, your whimpers turning into little moans as he tries to set a pace but loses his rhythm every two seconds.
You could feel the pulsing of his cock inside you, the little twitches as he hides his face into the crook of your neck to muffle his whimpers and moans. Little "uh, uh, uh's" leave your mouth as you bring your head back into the soft pillows, feeling James move faster and more desperate inside of you.
"Oh my god" you whisper out as you feel a tightening in your tummy which makes you clench around James, earning a whiny reaction from him as he twitches inside you once more, "I-fuck, I cant- oh god-" he cries out and buries his face into your chest as he uncontrollably ruts into you. A gasp leaves both your mouths when you tense under him and clench around him tightly, your body squirming and your hips bucking up as his thrusts get sloppy and lose all rhythm, hips twitching as he came deep inside of you.
You whimper and pant as you try to get a look at your boyfriend who was whining into your neck as his hips lazily thrust, unintentionally overstimulating himself after that orgasm. His continuous movement makes you whine from sensitivity, James pulls away, his eyes wide and blank, no thoughts behind those blue eyes anymore.
You look at him and he flops down besides you, wrapping his big, long arms around you and pulling you into him as he kisses at your neck lovingly and tiredly. You nuzzle back into him, closing your shaky legs as you lay your head onto his bare chest.
James grunts and pulls out slowly making you shiver a bit at the sensitivity and new sensations.
You watch curiously as his cock, swollen and red, moist at the tip, slowly deflated and softened against him. James looks at you as you watch it, nudging you gently.
"Whatcha lookin at?" He asks, his eyes still glossed over with pleasure.
"Nothing" you mumble and lean up to nuzzle in closer as your eyes feel droopy. "Why me?" He mumbles, maybe tired and discombobulated from what had just happened, but it was honest.
That absolute need to be ruined by this specific James after a show. The high of the music, the alcohol, the pure testosterone in the air and his body still covered in sweat. Getting slammed against the cold plaster or onto the floor, hearing the sound of the headboard rhythmic and heavy against the wall all night long.
