james teasing you and makes you laugh during sex😭 i think it suits the 90s era
and that would be great with dirty talk🙏
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A dull glow of a streetlight outside cast a shadow through the window. James was looming over me with that smirk on his face that I had grown to like. At times I would roll my eyes at him for it. Tonight though I was all smiles as he looked down at me the glint in his eyes.
We had been lying next to each other at first talking about this and that just like we always did. Then that look the touch still hanging on my hand in the blink of a moment he was above me pressing his lips to mine with that energy of his.
I laughed a little running my fingers through his hair as he kissed me rough and a little messy sweet in his way. "You think you're pretty smooth huh?" I teased him grinning up at James.
James laughed, that low chuckle that always managed to make my heart do the tango thing. "You know it " he said, wriggling his eyebrows in a way that was utterly goofy and only marginally seductive. It was impossible not to laugh. He looked so ridiculously pleased with himself when I did.
He shifted, easing himself inside me slowly his eyes never leaving mine. It made me gasp. James grin, clearly pleased. "You like that?" he asked, teasing but soft.
I bit my lip nodding but trying to keep it cool. "Maybe " I said, playing along with his game. James knew what he was doing and he loved drawing it out.
"Just maybe, huh?" James said, grinning, as he gave a play thrust that again made me gasp. "Guess I better try harder."
I laughed, wrapping my arms around Jamess neck to pull him closer. "Yeah you probably should " I. James laughed again.
James kissed me again deep and slow. Couldn't resist breaking away to make another joke. "Bet you never thought you'd end up with a rock star whos also a dumbass."
I rolled my eyes. I was smiling. "Oh yeah surprise " I said in a voice heavy with sarcasm. "Because you're such a mystery James Hetfield."
James laughed, his body pressed against mine moving gradually yet keeping that teasing rhythm. Each time James thrust he'd pull back a bit giving me this little grin like daring me to say something. It was impossible not to giggle between the sweet sensations James was building up inside me and James keeping crack jokes.
"Hey focus " James teased, one brow raised as he thrust a little harder this time. "You're supposed to be enjoying this."
I laughed, squeezing my arms tighter around Jamess neck. "Maybe if you weren't so busy being an idiot I could."
James grinned, mock offended. "Idiot? I am never an idiot." James paused, thrusting into me again as he watched my reaction with a twisted smile. "I'm incredibly serious now. Can't you tell?"
I couldn't help myself I burst out giggling my head falling back against the pillow as I let out a contented sigh. Being with James was so different than anything I'd ever experienced. James knew how to make me feel good but James made it fun. Every look every touch was wrapped in laughter and teasing. It made everything feel so much lighter.
"Ah come on, baby " James whispered between kisses his voice softer now. "Let me see if I can get you to stop laughing for one second."
I laughed again. The next thrust took my breath away and James just looked so smug. "There we go " James said, chuckling as he moved against me a little then though still keeping that playful gleam in his eyes.
We continued to keep the pace teasing and laughter intermingling with harder feelings. James never hurried, once stopping to make a joke or often, simply to watch my response apparent in his enjoyment as I was.
Then James quickened his pace again. The laughter dissolved into softer sighs and moans. Jamess hands dug into my hips tugging me closer as James burrowed his face into my neck pressing light kisses against my skin. It felt good so easy we were totally in sync with each other.
I felt myself reach its crest. James must have known that too for James gave me that knowing smile, "You ready?" murmured low but still steeped with playful warmth.
I nodded, breathless. This time James didn't hold back. Jamess thrusts grew heavier. In a few seconds I gasped, clinging to James as I came. James followed after with a soft satisfied groan holding me tightly against him.
We lay there in the silence for a moment getting our breath back Jamess body, against mine. Then as usual James broke the silence with a joke. "See? Told you I was good " James said, grinning down at me.
I rolled my eyes. I couldn't stop the smile on my face. "Yeah yeah, rock star. Don't let it go to your head."
James chuckled, pulling me into his chest, where I snuggled in warmly under the circle of Jamess arms and James kissed the top of my head chuckling softly. "Too Late " James said with a mock arrogance. "I'm already a legend, babe."
James Hetfield HC with a reader that’s also a rockstar?? 🤭👀
nsfw headcannons/drabbles with rockstar!reader
Mid 90s rockstar reader who's the vocalist and rhythm guitarists of her band just like James.
Your band is an all girls band that's just starting to blow up and you guys secured a spot on tour with Metallica as their opening band.
The genre of your band is primarily rock so it's a great vibe when you guys open for a heavy metal band like Metallica.
It's a really sweet gig because you get to travel the world doing what you love - and oh yeah you get to be close to a certain frontman who you can't get enough of.
You catch James' eyes immediately when your band came to audition for the opening gig.
You barely even had to play anything before he had his vote ready. But when you did start playing he was mesmerized. The way you played your guitar was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
Before shows you didn't get to see each other a lot because you both had to practice and rest. Also you take your job very seriously.
After shows is when the party starts and at first you and your bandmates joined in on the fun, until you found yourself becoming overwhelmed by the big green monster.
The parties had a lot of alcohol, drugs, and girls. At first it was fun but then seeing James getting bombarded by women made you jealous.
Honestly it was all his fault. Whenever he was around you he was always chatting you up. Trying to make you laugh, asking you to have lunch together, he was relentless in his very obvious bid for your attention.
After one particular night of seeing him being kissed by a groupie you decided to stop paying him any attention that wasn't work related.
Whenever the shows ended you just headed back to your hotel room.
James notices this immediately and sets out to find you.
And so your new after show tradition was born. You and James would have your own after party. Not quite as high energy as the ones happening with the groupies, but it was special to both of you.
You make him drink wine and you guys danced around the apartment with the music blaring. Noise complaints were very common. Eventually you would tire yourselves out and fall asleep wrapped around each other.
At first it was just casual fun between "friends", then came the cuddling...then the kissing...and eventually the fucking.
One night at a particularly nice hotel, you guys got a room with a jacuzzi. And well the champagne was champagning so you just kissed him.
After a while both you and James' bandmates figure out what's happening between the two of you and they are actually very supportive.
When he officially asks you to be his girlfriend it was sooo sweet.
no but get into the little note omggg
I feel like he's kind of a love bomber but it's fine...it's fine.
You guys are also kinda freaky, idk it's the 90s and you're both hot.
You CAN NOT get enough of each other. The shower, bathtub, kitchen counter, dining room table, even outside I fear.
Ok but writing and playing new riffs together <3
Imagine it's your birthday on a show day and at the end of the night James drags you on stage to make everyone sing happy birthday to you.
"Tonight is a very special night" James tells the audience over the mic. He promised that he wouldn't do this. "We just had an unforgettable show, but tonight's also special for another reason".
"We have a very special birthday girl with us tonight. Do you guys know her?" The crowds screams and applause grow louder. You're waiting in the wings with your bandmates as you were waiting for your cue to go back on stage to end the night with a final goodbye and a bow.
However, as you hear James' speech you start to backstep away from the stage. "Uh oh someone grab her, don't let her get away", you were now being pulled back to the stage as James walks over and swoops his arm around your waist, lifting you off your feet, making you instinctively wrap your legs around him.
"I'm gonna sing Happy Birthday to this wonderful girl. Can you guys help me?" Your cheeks are on fire and you want to hide your face in his neck but you tough it out. As the singing comes to an end, James looks you in the eyes as if it were just the two of you with no one else around, "I love you baby".
james sends you a letter from Japan while he’s on the damage, inc. tour in 1986. he also includes some polaroids taken by halfin that he hopes will make you smile.
i really hope someone thinks this is cute… i’m completely new to fic / headcanon stuff so pls be nice lol, this is me dipping my toe and taking the first baby step.
HEYYY IVE SEEN YOURE FICS OMG PERFECTION PLLLLLEWAAASSSEEEEE WRITE A SMUT AND FLUFF FIC OF WHERE (88 james era) him and the reader record with those cam corders having sex on a vacation at Cancun please and thank you love you
HIII AUGHHH I LOVE THIS
i haven’t written smut in almost a year, so fair warning but i think this turned out… not terrible? the fluff might’ve gotten a little lost in translation but there IS fluff!!
PLEASE SEND REQUESTS i have one other in my inbox which will be written and uploaded sunday, tmr will sadly be a reupload but it’s one of my favs i wrote at the time lol
i’m trying to keep this daily upload thing up but once i’m back in school it is NOT staying
anyways that’s enough rambling enjoy!
warnings: smut, handjobs, fingering (f recieving), oral (f receiving and like one sentence of m recieving), filmed sex, fluff, and yah i think that’s it!
SOMETHING FOR THE ROAD (1988)
Before we left for our trip to Cancun, James insisted that he should buy a camcorder, and when I asked why, he said to take cute photos of us and of the beautiful scenery.
Which wasn't a lie, he did get some lovely pictures of us together and videos of the beach. Just normal lovely couple things. But of course, he also had ulterior motives with that camera.
We decided that before Metallica left on their long and tiring Damaged Justice tour to promote their newest and seemingly most popular album, And Justice for All, that it would be a good idea to go on a quick trip together, just the two of us. We wouldn't get any alone time for many months, and any chance that I had to join them on tour was never peaceful or a lot of good time together. Maybe we'd go out once, then the rest of it was quickies whenever James wanted them and had time.
Time he didn't really have, but sex he really wanted.
This trip was supposed to make up for all of that lost time before we lost it, and to also soak up each other's presence before all we had of each other was a rare and short phone call.
It was another warm morning, one of our last days in Cancun. We only had about two days left, and we were making the most of it. I woke up around 9am, the sunlight filtering in through the curtains of our hotel room., my head on his chest. I blinked away the remnants of sleep and opened my eyes, smiling warmly at the man in front of me, before my eyes saw the stupid camcorder in his hand, and he was recording.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” He said softly with a warm expression. I gave a glare, though I didn't mean it. “Have you been filming me sleeping?” I accused him, and he chuckled. “Maybe, but not too long, just wanna be able to enjoy what I won't have when I miss this so much,” he explained, and I rolled my eyes, watching him end the recording and set down the camera, not turning it off though, "That's so creepy. But sweet. You're such a weirdo.” I said with a grin before giving him a soft kiss to the lips, and when I pulled away he had a mischievous look on his face. “I was thinking… there's gonna be a little more than just you sleeping next to me that I’m gonna miss,” he said, his voice deep, “Why don't we have some fun for the camera, hm?”
If there was one thing I couldn't resist, it was him. If there was another, it would be sweet slow loving morning sex with him.
I giggled and nodded, leaning in and started to kiss him deeper before he gently pushed me away. “I gotta get all of this on video baby, hold on,” I watched him set back up the camera so it was recording, seeing the little light flick on. “So eager,” He said with a smirk before leaning in and kissing me deeper as his tongue probed my lips for entrance, our tongues moving together as a soft moan escaped my throat and into his mouth, causing him to groan softly.
He had one hand on my cheek, and the other was of course holding up the camera to our intertwined faces. My arms were draped around his neck, one sneaking away to trail down his bae chest and abdomen before my hand reached his boxers, palming him through the thin fabric, eliciting a noise from deep within him as he pulled away from the kiss, “Fuck, baby,” he breathed as I worked on getting his boxers down, him lifting his hips to make it easier before his cock sprang free, hitting his abdomen. My hand wrapped around him, giving slow strokes to his sensitive flesh as I leaned in, giving lazy sloppy kisses to his neck, sucking softly on some parts and biting where I knew he was weak, giving me the blessing of soft whimpers on my ears. He kept the camera on us as I kept stroking him, his hands reaching to grope my breasts through his shirt that I was wearing, causing me to react too. I stopped my motions on him for a moment to slip the garment off, leaving my breasts exposed to the air, my nipples going erect as the air brushed by us. My skilled hand resumed its work on him as his eyes locked on my chest, his hands playing with the soft mounds of flesh.
“God, Im gonna miss these tits,” he muttered, holding the camera close to me as he started to groan louder, whining a little bit, “Oh fuck, gonna cum,” he breathed before releasing himself all over my hand and his stomach. His chest was rising and falling, slowly coming down his high as I kept stroking him slowly before he returned back to earth, his eyes looking at the mess on him. “Gonna help clean that up, doll?” I felt myself growing wetter as I nodded, leaning down as the camera followed me and I gave wet lazy licks to his stomach, then moving to his cock, which made him shudder, his member growing erect once again, both from the sight and the sensation before I moved to sucking my fingers clean and licking my hand free of his secretions, “Such a good girl, hm?” He praised me and I nodded, my eyes moving from him to the camera. “Doing so well for the camera and for me, love you so much…” His eyes never left my form, “Now it's your turn to feel good,” he said before leaning in to kiss me and pushing me over so I was laying on my back and he was on top of me. I was only wearing my thin lacey panties, the ones he had bought me a few months ago for our anniversary. He rubbed me through the already damp fabric, quickly slipping it down and lifting my legs so they were spread and bent at the knees, revealing myself completely to him, holding the camera up to my entrance before sliding two thick fingers into me, causing me to gasp and let out a high pitch moan, his fingers slowly working me open.
“So wet for me, so pretty,” he whispered before leaning in and pressing soft kisses to my clit, his tongue flicking it gently, making my back arch as I cry out, already feeling my orgasm approach quickly. His talented mouth and fingers worked simultaneously to push me over the edge, his long fingers curling to massage that perfect spot inside of me, finally causing my whole body to shudder as I squeezed his fingers tight, releasing all over his lengthy digits and tongue. He helped me ride out my high before pulling away, his chin and facial hair moist with my slick which he wiped away with the back of his hand, holding his two fingers out to me, commanding me to suck them clean, to which I quickly obeyed, taking them deep in my mouth, tongue swirling around them skillfully as I maintained eye contact with him, then back to the camera. He pulled his fingers away, praising me before grabbing my thighs and hoisting my legs up on his shoulders, lining himself up with my entrance, feeling his tip ghost my already sensitive hole before pushing in slowly, my tight warmth engulfing his member as he rocked into me.
His breath hitched when he reached the hilt, my eyes already rolling back at the depth he reached. The camera was still held above me, its intense red glare staring me down. “Put on a show for the camera, yeah pretty lady?” He coaxed, beginning to thrust in and out of me, our shared noises of pleasure mixing together in the thick air. My breasts bounced with every stroke he took, his eyes dragging over me with a strong power, feeling his pupils trace every curve of my body. He kept one hand under my breast for balance, but also massaged me at times. His thrusts were slow and lazy, but firm and deep, hitting every spot just right as he rocked and swirled his hips. My moans grew in pitch, his breathing growing heavier as we both neared our finishes, his pace increasing slightly as his thrusts lost rhythm, “Cum with me, being such a good girl,” he praised me again and again, my eyes fully rolling back as I felt the knot in my gut snap, my heat pulsing around him and squeezing him before he spilt himself inside of me, riding out both of our highs by continuing to thrust into me, deep groans and soft whines leaving his mouth before he collapsed onto me, his golden locks cascading over both of our faces as he pressed wet kisses to my cheeks and neck before reaching my lips, his tongue delving deep and moving lazily against mine as we both recovered from our highs. He pulled away slowly, never having put down the camera, even if it was just seeing complete darkness a moment ago. I was taken back into frame, James free hand trailing down from my neck to my breasts, fondling them and showing them to the camera before trailing further down to where our bodies met, making sure the camera got a good view of it before he pulled out, a soft breathy moan escaping his lips, a whine from mine as I felt the absence of something inside of me. He brought the camera down to my still pulsing hole, his cum mixed with my own fluids. I was unaware before I opened my eyes, taking in the sight of him holding his camcorder up to my most private areas, “Jamie! You are so weird!” I teased him, and he pulled away with a grin, “Gonna miss this view a lot, need to get the best possible memories of it.” He responded, cutting the recording before moving to lay down next to me, my eyes following him as he kissed me softly.
“I love you so much, you did so good for me… gonna keep me so happy on tour, getting to see your pretty face so fucked out from my cock..” He whispered, kissing my cheek as he caressed the soft skin. I snuggled closer to him, feeling exhausted from our intense love making, despite it still being the morning.
“Heading back to sleep, huh baby?” He said in his soft loving voice and I nodded. “Fucked so good it put you to sleep,” he chuckled, enclosing his arms tightly around me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BONUS
It was about two months into Metallica's tour, and I hadn't seen James since our little getaway together. Though, tomorrow that would change as I had a flight booked to come out and visit him on tour.
In the meantime, we had been calling, and tonight was no different, phones in hand and oftentimes other things in hand to please ourselves to each other's voices.
We had been on the phone for about 30 minutes, just discussing the plans to pick me up and what we would do while I was there, still debating our plans for his day off.
“Y’know, I watch that little tape we made in Cancun basically everyday,” he admitted, his voice sultry. I could feel my cheeks heat up at the dirty confession. “Really?” I said, a small smile of amusement on my face. “Yeah, really.” There was a quick moment of silence before he spoke again, “Hey, maybe that's what we could do. Make another tape. Doesn't hurt for me to have some variety, yeah?” He offered playfully and I laughed, “You are such a horndog, Hetfield!”
A/n: and like that, kinktober is over except it’s not bc I still have to finish the other ones
Warnings: Smut, werewolf AU, breeding kink, knotting, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!
Kinktober
With a house up in the mountains you knew to expect some odd happenings from time to time, eerie noises, footsteps that grew longer as they went.
The one wall of your house was pure glass, windows and the doors leading to your backyard which was fenced in to keep the forest out back at bay.
You often heard wolves howling at night, you assumed there was a pack somewhere out there, but you’d only ever seen the one. It started as seeing a pup running around, you’d heard this high whimpering sound and, since it was daytime, you went to check it out. There you saw a small wolf pup who’d injured his paw.
You ran inside to get something for him to drink and eat, in the distance were some howls, to which he tried to respond. You managed to get him up and moving, his paw really didn’t look that bad, all you found was a rock between his toes. Once that was gone he seemed happy as well, thanking you with licks and playful bites before hurrying off to find his family.
Since then the wolves had gotten closer. You’d toss out your wasted meat and by morning it would be gone, but all you ever saw was that pale wolf.
It was Halloween, though the wolves didn’t celebrate you still made them something special in the name of friendship or whatever it was, maybe they’d come in handy one day. You left it out back, catching a glimpse of that wolf circling behind some trees. While nothing had happened yet you didn’t make a habit of sleeping with the wolves, they were still wild animals. You held your hands up and backed away to your house.
Horror movies were on all day, you just sat back and enjoyed with your popcorn and chips, handing out treats to the kids that came by --since there weren’t many you had full sized candy bars for the ones that showed.
Of course, as it got darker less and less people showed up. The wolves started howling again, very close this time. You caught movement out of the corner of your eye and saw that wolf, staring right at you from your backyard.
You stared right back at him, wondering if he’d do something.
He barked out this choked gurgling noise, lips pulling back in a snarl. You recoiled, he’d break that glass if he charged, and then you’d be stuck with a wolf in your house.
His back arched. You didn’t remember him being this big, maybe it was just seeing him every other day as he grew. He was bigger than you pictured other wolves, more muscular as well. He was massive, shoulders reaching past your hips, maybe your waist.
He snapped his jaw, terrible sounds leaving him. You worried if he was alright.
He hopped up on his hind legs, standing too human for a wolf, features burning and spreading, skin cracking. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from him, eyes widening in terror as this poor pup transformed into a monster.
The wolf heaved, lips still curled though his muzzle had retreated to a flatter face. Blond fur now a long, blazing mane behind him. You couldn't breathe, couldn’t move.
He lurched forwards, shattering the glass of a window and lunged for you. You managed to get off the couch and scrambled to your feet, narrowly making the corner up the stairs to your room. He struggled with the stares, you heard him tumbling down a few times before he got it and chased after you.
Your hand hooked the edge of your door, yanking it with all your force, just for it to get slammed open before it even closed.
You hit the ground hard, pushing yourself away from the man as he towered over you. In his eyes you saw that pup you found injured. He saw, in you, the woman that had cared for him so kindly all this time, and now the fear he was boiling inside of you.
He lowered himself to the ground, crawling on all four with his head down until he was hovering over you. You didn’t get a chance to notice his nakedness, but you felt it against you.
Your eyes screwed shut, sensing the fatal blow to come, but it didn’t. His head bumped your chest and he peeked up, blinking slowly. “James.” He croaked out the name you’d given him. “It’s me… James.” He assured, bumping your chest again.
You nodded slowly, hesitantly raising your hand, keeping it in his view so he wouldn’t startle and snap. You brought it to his head, gently petting him.
James leaned into your touch, letting out a low growl deep in his throat. He toppled over, nuzzling his cold nose into your side. “Need help.” He grunted, wrapping his legs around yours. You tried not to look as he ground his hips against you. “Please.”
For a long while you sat there, scratching behind his ears while he rutted his pulsing need against you, begging for help. “Be mine.” He’d growl. “Be my mate, I chose you.” It had been a really long time since you’d last been with someone, even longer since you’d been with someone who wanted you so bad.
Finally, you decided to get up and throw some water on your face, but James stopped you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back down, breathing heavy in your ear and against your neck. “Please.” He asked more desperately now. “Need you.” His words were getting to you, as was whatever smell that was. Hypnotic. “Need you.” You didn’t stop his wandering hands from getting your pants and pushing them down, his hips now firmly planted against your bare ass as your panties went with them.
Your shirt came off next, and when he struggled with your bra he ripped it off with your teeth. “Too many coats.” He grumbled. “No more, nothing.” He was so warm against your back, strong arms wrapped securely around you while he sat you on all fours.
He reached between your bodies and grabbed his cock, giving it a few firm strokes before pushing the pointed tip against your welcoming cunt. He slid in fast, stretching you out and hitting deep inside you. He paused for just a moment, knowing humans needed time for things like this, at least given your body's reaction to it he expected as much.
His thrusts came fast and hard, hips snapping into yours while his cock filled you. Blood rushed through him, heading down and bloating the base of his cock to keep him tied in you.
His voice was rough and gravelly in your ear. He kept you held to him as he fucked you, loud yelping moans leaving you as you felt his knot on the sensitive rim of your pussy. “Ah-ah! Oh god, Jamie!” You moaned, his broad chest beating against your back.
A rumbling sound bubbled out of his throat. “Alpha.” He corrected with a particularly harsh thrust. “Omega’s gotta watch her fucking mouth.” You let out a little squeak, a ball of fire tightening in your gut. He grunted in your ear, thrust’s losing their rhythm. “Gonna breed you.” He heaved, practically salivating. “Gonna look so good with my pups.”
Your eyes rolled back, feeling the veins of his cock pulsing inside of you. His rough rhythm, cruel words, it pushed you over the edge and you came around him.
You clawed at the ground as he continued to pound into you, even as your womb filled with his seed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bonus Story~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The mattress sunk down beneath James’s weight as he crawl on next to you, sun gleaming in through bedroom window and casting a warm glow over your naked figure.
James got under the covers and pulled you close, spooning you. “Wake up.” The sound was adjacent to a purr. “I got food.” He said softly but proudly. His hand wandered down to cup your bloated belly, massaging it gently, all nice and cum filled.
“Food?” You mumbled as you began to stir. You opened your eyes to be met with raw burger you were saving for a lasagna. “Food…”
PLEASE MAKE A SUBBY ST ANGER ERA JAMES FANFIC!!! And he’s so pathetic, and clingy, whiny, soft and calling reader mommy…?? It’s all after rehab, he’s so vulnerable
Lowk I could see him being a crybaby during sex…
All I need is you
Summary: James comes home from rehab fragile and desperate for you, and you hold him, comfort him, and let him unravel completely.
James hetfield x reader
Fluff, Smut!!
About 1k words
The house is quiet, the kind of quiet that presses against you, like it’s holding its breath, waiting for him. You sit on the edge of the bed, book in hand, but you keep glancing at the doorway, heart tightening when you see him there. James. Hair messy, eyes a little too wide, shoulders slumped as though the world rests on them alone. His hands fidget at his sides, unsure, hesitant.
“Hey…” His voice is low, rough, hesitant. “Can I… come in?”
You set the book aside, patting the mattress beside you. He hesitates, like he’s weighing if he deserves the space, then slowly, almost painfully, he steps in. His hands are clammy when they touch yours, and when he sits, he edges close, careful not to take up too much space.
He leans into you—almost immediately, resting his head on your shoulder. His body is tense at first, stiff, like he’s bracing for something, and then gradually, he melts against you. A soft, broken whine escapes his throat. “I… I don’t know if I can… handle it,” he murmurs. “I keep thinking… what if I mess up again?”
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer, rocking him slightly. “You’re safe with me,” you murmur. “I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
He sniffles into your shoulder, shaking slightly. “I need you… I need you so much,” he whispers, voice cracking. “Please… don’t leave me, baby.”
Your chest aches. He’s so soft, so fragile, every wall he ever built gone, leaving only this trembling, desperate man in your arms. “I won’t leave you,” you assure him, brushing his damp hair from his forehead, pressing a soft kiss there. “I’ve got you.”
He presses himself closer, hips brushing yours, hands clutching at your shirt like he can’t survive without contact. “Please… touch me,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whimper. “I… I need you, baby.”
You guide him gently onto the bed, cradling him as he lies on his back, glassy eyes wide, lips trembling. “Don’t… don’t stop, please. I’m… I’m yours, mommy. I just… I can’t do this without you.”
You sink down on his cock, hands brushing over his chest, feeling every shiver, every tiny muscle twitch. Goosebumps rise under your touch. He whines softly, pushing into your hands, body trembling. “Feels… feels so good,” he pants, head tilted back. “Don’t… don’t stop, mommy. Please.”
You slow down your movements, savoring every moment, every moan, every broken gasp that slips from him. “You’re doing so well for me,” you whisper, brushing his hair from his face. “My sweet boy… look at you, letting me take care of you.”
His hands clutch your arms, nails digging in, and he presses frantic kisses to your shoulders, your neck, anywhere he can reach. “I… I love you, baby. Don’t… don’t leave me ever. Please… I need you…”
You lean down, kissing him long and slow, letting him feel every ounce of devotion, every promise that you’re not going anywhere. He moans softly, hands threading into your hair, trembling, hips shifting against you, searching for more.
You ease him onto his back, letting him catch his breath, pressing soft, careful kisses across his chest and shoulders. His breathing is uneven, little whimpers escaping. “Please… please… don’t stop, mommy,” he begs again, voice fragile.
You take your time, running your hands over him, listening to his soft cries of need. His fingers clutch at your wrists, holding on like he’ll break if you let go. “That’s it… just like that,” you murmur. “So perfect… my sweet boy.”
“Oh… yes… yes, mommy… I’m yours… I’m yours…” His voice trembles, rises, falls, whimpers breaking through. Every motion, every sound, raw and desperate. He’s not the James who once built walls — he’s just this needy, broken boy in your arms, begging to be held, taken care of, loved.
You guide him slow, cradling him, letting him feel safe enough to let go completely. He arches against you, clutching your shoulders, lips parted, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I… I can’t… can’t stop… oh god…” he cries out, voice shaking, and you hold him through every shiver, every gasp, letting him release fully.
Even after, he clings to you, trembling, exhausted, still needing the warmth of your body. “Don’t… don’t leave me, baby,” he whispers, voice small and broken.
“I’m right here,” you murmur, pressing your lips to his hair. “Always. You’re safe with me. I’ve got you.”
He burrows closer, curling against your chest, clutching your shirt, fingers digging in, and every so often, a soft whimper escapes him. You kiss his temple, stroke his hair, whisper over and over, “Good boy… my sweet boy… I’ll never let you go.”
Hours pass like this. You let him rest on you, letting him cling and sigh and cry softly, rubbing small circles into his back. Every soft whimper, every trembling breath, fills the room with intimacy, safety, trust. You hold him as he drifts into a deeper sleep, breathing evening out, clinging to you like he’s finally home.
When he finally falls completely still, you hold him for a few more minutes, pressing kisses to his hair, murmuring reassurance. “You did so well, baby. I’m proud of you. Always.”
Even in his exhaustion, even in his fragility, James is yours in every way. In your arms, he can just be — just feel, just need, just belong. And you’d never let him go.
In a small southern town, good people began to be tormented by a terrible beast that apparently lived in the town's woods, attacking hunters. At first, everyone who passed by believed it was an isolated incident and that it wouldn't happen again, but as time passed, the beast seemed to become more aggressive, attacking more people in a very short period. Perhaps because the beast only roamed the vicinity of the woods, people who lived far away didn't worry about it, or at least didn't show concern, doing things like sleeping with the window open or going out at night.
On one of those cold nights, a beautiful young woman, whom the beast, unbelievingly disbelieving, slept alone in her virginal bed with the windows open, enjoying the last summer breezes, was brutally startled from you sleep by a shrill sound. Startled, you got up to check and, looking out the window, found nothing but darkness and silence that at that moment made it seem as if time had stopped and that only you existed in the entire city—you would venture to say, in the entire country.
Believing it to be something created by your own dream, you close the window, telling yourself it's just a precaution, not wanting for even a second to let yourself think it was because of the violent beast that haunted the woods during all those nights.
Back in the safety of your warm, soft, and heavy blankets, you find yourself thinking about the strange man you saw in town that morning, the man who lived in the isolated mountains and whom you never understood why he chose to stay there alone and so isolated from everyone, since he only went down to get some food at the store.
Even knowing it was wrong, sometimes in the solitude of your bed you longed to be in his and know what that mysterious and strangely handsome man was doing so far from everyone else, and why nothing convinced him to move closer to civilization. But it was clear you would never tell anyone because you could already imagine people looking at you disapprovingly if you confessed your desire, even to your colleagues.
Slowly you let sleep take you, and in the depths of your mind you dreamed again of that man. You didn't know why, a tremendous obsession; in the dream, the man invited you to his secret house in the mountains, swore his love to you, and by the warm fireplace you kissed.
Then something enormous shatters the window. You sit up startled, still groggy from sleep, your tired eyes unable to focus properly. The smell of wet fur invades your nostrils before you can understand the enormous brown mass unfolding before you. The creature was now standing before you, enormous; you could say for sure it was over two meters tall. You heard its growl as your eyes focused on its giant, sharp fangs.
Trembling with fear, your legs weak as jelly, you felt that if you moved a muscle, the beast would tear you to pieces. So you tried to remain silent while the giant, terrifying creature hovered above you. After what seemed like hours, the creature placed its large, hairy hand under the foot of your bed. Its sharp claws slightly tore the sheet as it crawled towards you. Overcome with fear, you felt dizzy and thought you would faint.
But then something even more astonishing than the creature in front of you happened. You could see its eyes behind the thick brown fur on its forehead, and they were those dark blue eyes of the man who lived in the mountains, whose name you barely knew.
You couldn't believe it; it must have been some kind of magic trick, or your sleepy brain playing tricks on you. When the creature was on top of you, there was no doubt: there it was him, being a giant beast. But for some reason, you were no longer afraid.
Even trembling, you raised your long-fingered hand with red-painted nails to the face of the ferocious beast and stroked its thick, dirty fur. At that same instant, it, which had been growling and drooling, began to calm down, whimpering low and sharply like a frightened dog. You felt pity.
Then he lifted his enormous, hairy head and violently scratched your dress, tearing the front and exposing your breasts to the cold air. Your skin immediately bristled and your nipples hardened. The monster then ran his hot, rough tongue across your stomach until he reached one of your breasts.
You sighed, and the monster moved closer, doing the same on the other side of your stomach, making you gasp again. Without realizing it, you opened your legs, allowing the creature to settle between them. You could feel his giant, throbbing, hot member against your thigh. Although you couldn't understand why, you desperately desired him, and all fear had vanished.
You wanted to surrender to him and feel every inch of his tongue and other parts. You was weak and ready, surrendering completely to him.
The creature moved, looking directly into your eyes. It moved closer to your face, and you could feel its warm breath and heavy breathing in the cold night. It was comforting, and you longed for more. Very slowly, it licked your neck and mouth so slowly it was maddening.
Almost before you could process what had happened, it moved lower, tearing more of your dress with its enormous claws until the front was completely open and you were naked underneath. Without delay, you removed what remained of it and placed your legs on either side of the monster, which now caused you no anxiety.
It already seemed impatient when it plunged between your legs, quickly licking your wet cleft. You let out a moan that you could swear would have woken your entire neighborhood, but you couldn't hear anything but your own breathing and the creature's.
The monster possessed a skill you could never imagine, but you didn't have time to think, only to enjoy the sensation of that insistent, warm tongue on you. It was all so comforting that you could barely feel the wind from the broken window hitting your skin.
He stayed there for a while, then stood up, getting close to your face again, and this time he was panting more. His member now seemed bigger and even hotter, now resting directly on your leg. You wanted to help him put it in, but with all his weight on top of you, you couldn't move, so you waited for him to do it himself.
With a strong thrust, he buried himself completely and deep inside you. Your moan was like a scream, and pleasure took over as he began to move back and forth in a slow rhythm, almost completely withdrawing before thrusting again.
You moaned louder and louder, and the pleasure was intense. You felt on the edge and didn't know how much more you could endure. You had gripped his thick, hairy hands when he began to move faster, and the bed shook, banging against the wall.
He continued until you came on top of him with a moan. You felt like you were in paradise, and he slowed down, letting you savor each wave and vibration of pleasure that coursed through your body. You thought he had finished too when his pace slowed almost until he stopped, and then you took a deep breath before feeling him move again.
The wave of pleasure that had been diminishing began to intensify once more, and all you could do was bury your face in his chest and moan, since you couldn't hold it back anymore. The monster was now huffing and growling, which made you realize that now he was the one who was close.
You began to move with him in order to intensify his pleasure as well. You wanted to please him and somehow show that you were his. You wanted to leave him satisfied enough so that he would come back, or perhaps even take you to his cabin where you could see him completely—the tall, blond, and strong man.
This time he moved even faster, almost without giving you time to catch your breath, and you tried to keep up with his pace, making everything better for him. With a grunt, he buried himself deep inside you and relieved himself. You could feel the warmth inside you and didn't want to be anywhere else. You clung to him when you felt him lie lightly on top of you.
For a second, you wanted to hold him there forever, and when you regained your energy, do it again, forever. But that didn't last even five minutes. Soon, with another roar, he got up and jumped out of bed, running to the window where he glanced at you in bed. You didn't feel bad or alone, but you knew that look meant something.
So he looked back outside and jumped into the darkness, running back to his woods while you remained lying in bed, the sleep of exhaustion approaching. But you had a smile on your face because you knew that this encounter wouldn't be the last.
a/n: this one is shorter than most of my works, sorry about that!! i was in a rush but i’ll work on some more for y’all
he was positively suprised that a person as young as you was so religious, it was one of the things that stood out about you for him and it made him really happy
he lets you color in his tattoos when you're bored
he lets you go on tour with him, and while in travel you pass the
time by reading the word of god together
he insists on taking you out to dinner at least once a week
sometimes he gets really insecure about your age gap, but after a bit of reassurence from you he feels better
something he likes about you is your more traditional values, you would rather start a family with him and stay at home and not go to college and let him be the provider
he would take you hunting every other week and chuckle at your childish and innocent-like demeanor when you’d miss your shot
he insists on spoiling you and refuses to let you pay for anything
“It’s what you get for being my good little princess”
if he gets hurt, which is all the time because of doing his manly car stuff in the garage, he goes to you first instead of going to the doctor, even if it's something important
whenever james has any problems in the bedroom which may occur due to his age you never shame him for them but try to help him and handle it with him like mature adults, which is why he feels comfortable with you
