#papahet

[metallicames]

James - longlegs - Hetfield

[horny4hetfield]

I went snorfelling and found this!

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

i’m actually Begging you for BITCH BOY JAMES IF ANYONE CAM HEAR ME SLUTTY HORNY BITCH BOY JAMES

A/n: bc I had this idea and needed to get it out, sorry it’s so short 😔

Warnings: Smut, use of toys, use of cock cage, masturbation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Metallica was between legs of their tour, he was home alone waiting impatiently for your return from work.

He got that you wanted your independence, or whatever, but did it really have to come at the cost of him not getting to see you whenever he wanted?

He called you during your break, refused to hang up until you got reprimanded, so then he didn’t get to speak to you again.

He rummaged through your closet, searching for anything he could use on himself. He was getting desperate.

He found three things, a dildo, a bullet vibrator, and a new item -a cock cage.

He stripped himself fast, making sure the bedroom door was wide open for when you got home. He grabbed lube from the drawer in your nightstand and prepped his hole, not lasting long before he needed to feel something, hard cock already leaking onto the sheets.

He pushed the toy in, starting it on the one medium-ish speed it had. He grabbed the cage and cock himself locked away, hissing as the cold metal touched his hot, sensitive skin. It locked tight, pinching his balls.

That alone was enough to satisfy him for a bit, the vibratory pressed right against his prostate. He moaned and stretched out on the bed.

He grabbed the dildo, holding it firmly. He thought about using that on himself too, but it felt good just to hold it, squeezing it gently. He began stroking it slowly, biting his lip, cock twitching in its restraints.

He picked it up and brought it to his groin, setting it just above the cage. With one hand he held the base, the other he used to jerk the dildo, huffing and whining. It was almost his dick, but it wasn’t, and it felt so good teasing himself with it.

His heels dug into the mattress, back arching. A heat brewing in his gut was getting to be too much. He tossed the dildo away. Shaking himself awake. He was about to cum untouched, jerking a dildo.

He went back to the box and grabbed a few more items, more small vibrators, four. He pushed them in one after another, setting them off so he had a swarm inside him, back arching off the mattress.

He was squirming, tears filling his eyes as he cock twitched helplessly in its cage. He clawed at the sheets, hips bucking, making the cage rattle some.

The dildo called to him and he reached for it again, jerking it faster and moaning louder. It hurt so good.

The dildo got tossed, vibrators yanked from his ass. He beat his dick through the thin metal bars, tapping it violently as hot spurts of cum shot through, leaking onto the blankets and leaving him a gasping mess for you to clean up when you got home.

[chrisredballs]

a little james sketch I made the other day

[jameshetfieldsno1writer]

This might be weird hear me out- skom or 97 James but he lowkey has a size kink and is also a soft dom. Like he would ravish you in the most gentle way possible. I NEED THIS 😭😭

The Unnamed Feeling Pt.2

Pt.1 Here

TW: Dom!Late skom james, smut, soft sex, wall sex, size kink, age gap, marathon sex.

Word Count:1k

The second James pulls you into the empty hallway, his grip firm but not rough, you know exactly what he wants. His broad frame cages you against the wall, the heat of his body already making your pulse spike. He doesn’t rush—just trails his fingers up your thigh, under your dress, watching the way your breath hitches.  

 "Look at you," he murmurs, voice thick with that quiet dominance that turns your knees weak. His hand cups your jaw, tilting your head back so he can kiss you slow, deep, like he has all the time in the world. But his other hand? It’s already pushing your panties aside, fingers sliding through your wetness with a satisfied hum.   

"You’re already this worked up after a little bathroom action?" His laugh is low, warm, but the way his fingers tease your clit says he loves it. "Good. Let me take care of you."   

When he lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, the wall bracing you as he guides himself inside. 

His pace is steady but relentless, every thrust deep and deliberate, his husked praise in your ear making your toes curl.   "Just like that, sweetheart. Take me so fucking well."

His grip tightens just enough to keep you pinned, but the way he moves against you shifts—slower now, almost reverent. The drag of his cock inside you is excruciatingly deliberate, each stroke drawing out your pleasure until you're gasping, nails digging into his shoulders. 

He captures your moans with his mouth, tongue tangling with yours in a filthy, open kiss that leaves you breathless. 

  "You feel like heaven," he growls against your lips, hips rolling harder, deeper. "Fuck…gonna make sure you remember this." 

His hands slide down to grip your ass, tilting you just right to hit that spot that makes you cry out. Every thrust is a promise, every grind a slow burn.   When your back arches, he licks a hot stripe up your throat, sucking at the sensitive skin there as his rhythm stutters. "Come for me again," he commands, voice rough. And you do—shaking, clenching around him as he fucks you through it, his own release driving deep with a groan against your collarbone.   He doesn’t let go. Just holds you there, still buried inside you, forehead pressed to yours as you both catch your breath.

"Look at me," James rasps, fingers tightening on your hips as he slowly pulls almost all the way out—just to sink back in with a filthy, wet slide. "Tell me how much you want this." 

  "God—please," you pant, legs shaking where they're locked around him. "Need you deeper—"   His groan vibrates against your neck.

 "Fuck, that sweet mouth." He nips your earlobe, thrusts turning sharper. "Say it again."  

 "You feel—ah—so good," you whimper, arching into each punishing stroke. "Don't stop—"   

"Wasn't planning to." His hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back to claim your mouth again. The kiss is messy, hungry, his tongue licking into you in time with his hips. "Gonna fuck you right here until you can't walk straight."   A choked moan escapes you as his thumb finds your clit, circling roughly. "James—fuck—“

"Louder," he grits out, slamming into you harder. "Wanna hear you."   You sob his name as you come, his answering growl of "That's it" muffled against your throat before he follows, filling you with hot, shuddering pulses. His breath is ragged against your skin. "Fuck. Knew you'd sound pretty like that."

[eliacillatem]

TongueField

[angel-groupie-demon-roadie]

Hi!

• I'm Vee

• professional fic reader and daydreamer

• decided to make something out of my constant day dreaming about rockstars

• I'm going to be writing headcannons and short stories because I don't acquire the skill for something more

• I'm going to write smut, fluff and angst for :

Metallica

James Hetfield (my baby)

Jason Newstead (my other baby)

Kirk Hammett

Lars Ulrich

Cliff Burton

GnR

Izzy Stradlin

Steven Adler

(that's it for now but I'm probably going to add more)

Send asks and... We'll see how this goes !

[j-tillow]