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this has been rotting my brain...

so imagine sucking James dick and while you're down there, he can tell how needy you're getting so he sticks out his boot and you end up riding his boot while sucking his dick

this is just so 🤭🤭

YES YES YES OMGHSHFJSGDJAHD

you’d be getting him off and his moans would drive you insane. seeing the way he just throws his head back, praising you, calling you sweet names as he tugs on your hair while you suck him off, it makes you even wetter.

when he delivers a particularly hard thrust into your mouth, you couldn’t hold back anymore. you started clenching your thighs, looking for any sort of relief but it was fruitless, making you whine over james’ cock. he finds humor in your neediness but after a while it’s just pitiful, the way you start grabbing on to him to find any sort of friction like a dog in heat.

he shifts his leg a little until his boot was right underneath your heat. you look up at him confusedly, your mouth still stuffed with his cock and the sight makes him twitch.

“jesus christ” he hisses before letting out a breathy moan. when he sees that you still don’t get the hint, he taps his foot. “there you go, pretty girl. you’ve earned it” he smiles reassuringly.

the second you understand what he means, you pounce at the chance to ride his boot while you keep sucking him off. the friction that his boot keeps making against your clit was causing you to whimper and whine around him as you try to reach your climax.

james needed to cum so bad. he could die right then and there a happy man just from seeing the way your mouth could barely take him all and the way you keep pathetically rutting against him.

you start crying, frustrated from the overstimulation on your clit, yet you can’t cum. james brings his thumb down to wipe your tears lovingly, but then he has a tight grip on your hair, using it as leverage as he mercilessly thrusts into your mouth like you’re nothing but a hole to him.

you feel his balls slapping against your chin, constantly gagging around him as you pitiably bounce on his boot. he tries to help you finish by tapping his boot against the ground, meeting your cunt halfway with your grinds.

“oh fuck, gonna cum in this pretty mouth, shit.”

with one last thrust into your mouth, he holds your head still, not even thinking about the possibility of you not being able to breath or choking around him. he cums deep into your throat as you practically suck him dry, your throat constantly restricting around him. he feels his dick in your throat as he strokes your neck, making you swallow every drop of cum in his system.

after what feels like forever, he finally pulls out of your mouth, making you gasp for air and cough. he doesn’t bother wiping your tears form your cheeks or cleaning up the cum and spit smeared around your mouth and chin.

“there you go, sweet girl, you got it” he pats the side of your cheek, telling you sweet words of encouragement to help you finish.

“i need to cum, james, please” you whine, tears streaming down your face.

“come on baby, you could do it.”

you grip onto his legs for leverage, helping you ride him faster. you pant as you feel your orgasm hit you suddenly. you bite down on his thigh, trying to be careful not to hurt him. you lay limp, resting your head against his thigh as you hug his leg, your chest heaving as you come down from your high. james strokes your hair lovingly, murmuring sweet praises.

“you did so good for me. atta girl” he smiles sweetly at you

oh my fucking god i will SCREAM I NEED THIS I NEED HIM

high sex with kirk. just being his best friend but you get so horny from the weed that you just HAVE to fuck. need that NEOWWW

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA?? AND SOOO KIRK

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ¹⁹⁸⁶

We were lounging on the old couch in Kirk's basement, the joint being passed back and forth. The room was dark except for the lava lamp, its slow hypnotic glow casting a dim light on everything. Everything was seeming a little funky, like the weed was hitting us a little bit harder than it usually did. My head was foggy in the right way, my body felt heavy, it was sinking deeper into the cushions.

Kirk took a long drag, his eyes half closed. "Man, this stuff is good," he managed to say in a slow, lazy tone. He passed the joint back to me and I hit it, feeling the smoke burn slightly before I let it out in a soft, hazy cloud.

I turned to him, and something caught my eye. He shifted in his seat, almost uncomfortably. It took a moment for me to realize what was going on, and then when I did, I couldn't help but laugh. "Kirk, are you…?" I laughed, motioning to the very obvious bulge in his black jeans.

He groaned, tossing his head back onto the couch. "Don't," he muttered while covering his face with his hand. I was already laughing, that uncontrollable, high pitched giggle that comes when you're way too high and everything feels way more hilarious than it should be.

"I can't help it!" I sputtered, giggling. "It's just there!" I waved my hand in a general direction at his lap, and he groaned again, his cheeks flushing a little. "What's got you all worked up, huh?" I teased, nudging his arm.

He was groaning, but at the same time he was smiling, the corners of his mouth twitching up, he couldn't help but find it kind of funny too. "It's the weed," he mumbled. "It always makes me… you know."

I raised an eyebrow. "Horny?" I asked, barely suppressing another laugh. He nodded, clearly embarrassed which just made it funnier.

"Well," I said, smiling wryly, "what are you gonna do about it? 'Cause it doesn't seem like it's going anywhere." I relaxed back, my head resting against the back of the couch.

Kirk chuckled, running a hand through his messy black hair. "I don't know," he said, shifting uncomfortably again. "Just trying to, like, think of other stuff."

I looked at him, then at the bulge, which wasn't very clearly going away. "You sure about that?" I asked, grinning. I could see frustration on his face, but it was rather comical, in a weird way.

I couldn't stop myself. Without even thinking about it, I reached over and pressed down on his crotch, right on top of his jeans with a giggle. "Maybe 'little Kirk' just needs some help going down," I laughed.

The second my hand touched, though, he let out this low, almost helpless moan. I froze a second, my eyes wide. "Whoa," I said, laughing but also a little surprised. "Did that actually feel good?"

He bit his lip, half lidded eyes on mine. "You have no idea," he said, voice rougher now, almost desperate. "I told you, I'm too fucking high for this shit.

I blinked, teasing still but intrigued a little now. "So you're saying this isn't going away, huh?" I asked, pressing down again, this time harder. He moaned again; his hips shifted slightly under my hand.

I should have stopped there. Should've let it go, made another joke, moved on. Something about the way he reacted stirred something inside me. Maybe it was the weed, or maybe it was the way he looked at me-his eyes dark, needy. And I felt my body spark up, a burn started low in my belly.

"Well, what are you gunna do about it?" I asked, my voice lower now, maybe not quite as teasing.

Kirk looked at me, his eyes hot. "I can't… it's not just gonna go away," he growled, his voice low. "Not without, you know…" His eyes flashed to my lips and my pulse sped up.

My mouth went dry, but I forced a smile, keeping it light despite the fact that I was beginning to feel it, too. "What, you need me to fix it for you?" I teased, but there was heat behind my words now.

He didn't say a word, but the glint in his eye said it all. And before I could really think about what I was really doing, I moved, scrambling on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands came up to rest on my hips, like he’d been waiting to do so.

"This is probably a terrible idea," I said, but I was already tilting forward, my lips grabbing his.

"Probably," he agreed, but then his mouth was on mine, and the rest of the world went away.

It was a sloppy kiss, all fire and need. His hands slipped up underneath my T shirt, his calloused fingertips grazing my skin and shooting shivers down my spine. I could feel how hard he was beneath me, the rigid length of his arousal pressing against me through his jeans. I rocked down on him, and he groaned into my mouth, his grasp on my hips clenching tighter.

I pulled back just far enough to tug my shirt over my head, flinging it aside before reaching for his. He helped me, tugging it off in one smooth tug. His chest was hot to mine, heart pounding just as hard as mine was.

I leaned down, pressing kisses along his jaw, down his neck, while my hands fumbled with the button of his jeans. "Let's see if we can help 'little Kirk' out," I whispered, smirking against his skin.

He laughed breathlessly, but it degenerated into a groan when I finally succeeded in unzipping his jeans, sliding my hand inside. His cock was hot and pulsing, and I couldn't help but stroke him slowly, teasingly.

"Fuck," he hissed, hips bucking up into my hand. "You're killing me.”

I smiled, enjoying the control I had over him in this instant. But I was just as riled up now, my own body aching with need. "Then let's make it better," I said, getting up briefly to remove my jeans and underwear, just as he did his.

When we were both naked, I climbed back onto his lap, his cock pressing insistently against my entrance. I hesitated for just a second, meeting his eyes, and everything felt more comfortable, more real. But then he kissed me again, and I felt myself fall a little bit in love.

I sank down onto him slowly, both of us groaning at the sensation. He filled me completely and for a moment we just stayed like that, savoring the feeling. Then I started to move, rolling my hips in slow, steady motions, and he matched my pumps, his hands clamping onto my hips and guiding me up and down on his length.

It was messy, sloppy, but in the best of ways. We were frantic, our bodies slick with sweat. I rode him quick, my nails digging into his shoulders while his tip rubbed my G spot relentlessly.

Truthfully, it didn’t take either of us that long. The weed, combined with everything going on, just had both of us on the edge.

The tension built and built within my body, tighter and tighter until I just could not hold it back anymore. I came with a soft cry, my whole body trembling around him, and a few moments later, he followed, his hips jerking up into mine as he released inside me. Warm spurts heated me from the inside.

We stayed that way for a moment, both of us breathing hard, still tied in each other's arms. Then I fell against his chest, and he wrapped himself around me, holding me tight as we came down from the high.

"Well," I said after a minute, my voice still tired, "that was…"

"Fucking crazy," he completed, and we both erupted into laughter, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room.

We were high, tangled up in each other, but now the calm was in, that lazy satisfaction after the storm. I burrowed my face into his neck, feeling his heartbeat start to slow down beneath my cheek.

"I guess weed really does make you horny," I said, smirking against his skin.

He chuckled softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. "Apparently.".

We spent some time just lying there, cuddling, our bodies still buzzing from the high, but much more relaxed now. No trace of awkwardness whatsoever, no weirdness-just two of us, laughing, holding each other, absolutely comfortable in the aftermath of everything.

Finally, I drew back far enough to take a good look at him, my fingers brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face. "So… round two?" I joked, raising an eyebrow.

He grinned. "Maybe after a nap.

pinterest finds x

I’m insane but anyways! Haii again 😚

I saw a pic on pinterest of James at the beach, it has to be around 1985. He’s wearing white shorts and he looks super good 😖. I’m just imagining going out to the beach with the whole gang (rest of Met and some other friends.) James and y/n are like besties but there’s some SERIOUS tension. James can’t stop looking at y/n’s pretty little bikini. And of course, y/n is drooling over James, shirtless and in white shorts. James and y/n go look for something in James’ pickup, some blankets, sunscreen, some shit (doesn’t matter, ha.) Something happens and James and y/n end up fucking in there 😃

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD IK WHICH ONE YOURE TALKING ABOUT ITS LITERALLY THE COVER OF MY FANFIC LOOK

MANS IS SO FUCKING FINEEEE 🙏🙏

so you and your friends decided to switch it up a little and thought it would be a good idea to go to the beach. in fact, it was your idea. but you were starting to think your idea was actually pretty bad when james tossed his shirt onto the lounge chair.

you suck in a sharp breath, averting your gaze from the sight of the very shirtless guitarist and get undressed and get started on your tan, choosing that you would join the rest of your friends in the water later.

you start applying some oil some on your chest as you rub. he feels like a pervert as he watches you caressing yourself, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you for the life of him. you pretended not to notice him looking at you, putting on a little show for him, enjoying the way his eyes widen at the sight of your chest and body covered in oil in your little black bikini.

when you finally finish, you hear james let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in. you notice his flushed face and decided to play around with him.

“is everything okay, james?” you ask, shooting innocent eyes as you fold your arms across your chest, making your breasts press up against each other.

“everything’s fine.” he says

you get annoyed at the fact that you don’t have the same impact on him the same way he has an impact on you. you decide to ignore him and continue applying the tanning oil, but he sees you struggling when you apply on your back.

“need any help?” he asks

your face turns red at the suggestion and you hope you could play it off as if the redness came from the sun. you nodded, handing him the oil as your back faces him. he stands closely to you, rubbing the oil into your shoulders, his thumb moving in tight circles. after he massages the oil into your back, he runs his large hands over your sides, giving your hips a squeeze when you gasp involuntarily.

“all done.” he rasps into your ear, loving the feeling of your body on his fingertips.

you’re relieved when you see your friends coming, running out of the beach. james starts to shuffle around, looking for the towels when they asked for it. “shit, i think i forgot them.” he murmurs

“it’s okay, i’ll go get them.” you say, already getting my car keys.

“oh, i’ll come with you.” he suggests but james you stop him, afraid of what you’ll do if you’re both alone again.

“no, it’s fine i can do it on my own.”

your friends tell you to just let him go with you and that it will be easier, so after a while, you reluctantly agreed, a frown settling on your face.

“are you mad at me or something?” he asks as he follows you to your car.

“no.” you seethe

“then what’s your fucking problem?” he places a hand on your shoulder to stop you from opening the car door, pulling your back closer to his chest.

“james, let go, i need to drive.” you fuss, turning around to face him as you rest yourself on the car door.

“not until you tell me what’s going on with you.” he places his arms on the door behind you, caging you in. when you refuse to look him in the eyes, he grabs your jaw, making you face him. his heated gaze makes your cheeks turn profusely red as your eyes widen.

“are you mad that you have a little crush on me? i’m not stupid, i know what you pulled back there. i know about all the tricks you pull when we’re together.” he chuckles, teasing you, making your cheeks even redder from the embarrassment and from the closeness.

“aww,” he coos mockingly when he sees, letting go of your jaw and caressing it instead. “it’s okay baby, i’ll take good care of you.”

he places his hands firmly on your hips, pulling you into him to kiss you. you whine into him, causing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. he wastes no time opening the car door, bending you over the driver’s seat, immediately shoving your shorts down. your head turns to face him, eyes watering from anticipation.

“god, you’re so beautiful. you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to bend you over like this,” he gives your ass a firm squeeze before motioning for you to get in the back seat.

you crawl over, taking off the rest of your shorts as he stays next to you, not-so patiently waiting for you. he starts to reach for the bottom half of your bikini and you help him get it off by lifting your hips. the second he gets rid of it, he pulls you onto his lap by your ass, making your cunt feel the heat of his cock through his shorts and immediately starts attacking your neck with open-mouthed kisses.

“gonna be a good girl for me or are you still gonna be difficult?” he murmurs against you collar bone

“i’ll be good for you, i promise.” you heave out and then wrap your arms around his neck.

he wastes no time and pulls his shorts down, just enough for his dick to spring out and rest against his stomach. he strokes it a couple times before tapping your thigh, motioning for you to get up so he could be inside of you.

he teases you, sliding his tip up and down against your folds before sinking inside of you, the both of you letting out a mutual moan of satisfaction. you slowly start to bounce on him, little pants already coming out of your mouth.

he shuts you up by kissing you, helping you move on him by placing his hands on your hips as he thrusts up into you.

“oh, feels so good, honey. yeah, just like that.” he murmurs against your ear.

he could feel your erect nipples through the top of your bikini rubbing against him and it was driving him insane, so he pulled the string of the top, letting it fall loosely before grabbing it, tossing it somewhere in the car. his mouth immediately finds his way to your breasts and you cradle his head, keeping him there as you tug on his hair.

once he finishes giving attention to your breasts, he pulls away, admiring the sight of them bouncing with each thrust of his hips. he places his hands back on your hips, trailing them down to your ass and slapping it before trailing even farther down to your thighs, giving them a squeeze.

he leans back, resting against the car seat to admire you even more. his hips start to thrust harder and deeper as he searches for his orgasm. he brushes against your g spot with each thrust from this angle, making you more eager to finish as well.

“yes, yes” you would pant with each bounce as he reaches his hands up to paw at your breasts

“that’s it, pretty girl, work for it.” he gives an encouraging pat to the spot where your upper thigh meets your ass. his words push you to continue, your hands leaning against his knees as you continue to bounce, reaching for your orgasm.

“please, i’m so close.” you whine, needing help to finish.

he cradles your back with his arms, pulling you into him in a hug as he brutally starts pistoning his hips into at a rapid speed. you cry into his shoulders, pulling at his hair as you feel your orgasm hit you. you lay limp in his arms, allowing him to continue using you as his own personal fuck toy as you enjoy listening to the little grunts he lets out.

“fuck, gonna cum in this pretty pussy, okay?” he warns before shooting in hot spurts inside of you, moans of pleasure escaping him. you lazily grind your hips into little circles as you help him finish.

“atta girl. yeah, that’s it, baby.” he pants into your ear, kissing your shoulders. you stay like this for a while, basking in the moment but eventually, he has to pull out. when he sees his and your cum seeping out of you, his fingers reach down, making sure they stay inside of you, making you squirm.

these pictures set off something inside of me.

I WROTE THAT REQUEST ABOUT JAMES EATING PUSSY AND NOW I’M THINKING OF BEING HIGHSCHOOL SWEETHEARTS WITH HIM

like, imagine you’re both doing homework or studying or wtv, you’re parents are gone and you two end up making out, which leads to him having a boner cause he keeps thinking about THAT

and he’s super embarrased bc it has never happened before and ends up in being THE first time 😝‼️

ugh like come on man be my first bf please ☹️

AHH NO CUZ THE SECOND YOUR PARENTS WOULD LEAVE, HE WOULD BE ALLLL OVER YOU

he’d be so fucking cute as he presses kisses all over your face, telling you you’re so smart n pretty and how you’re gonna ace your exams and shit. after thanking him and returning a few kisses, you eventually tell him that you both have to get back to studying, which makes him groan in annoyance but he listens to you.

you were trying to help him memorize but he couldn’t care less about studying, so you made a compromise; whenever he answers a question right, you’ll kiss him. that quickly brought his attention forward, suddenly being able to answer everything with almost no hesitation.

when he answered the lengthy question, the one that he found most difficult, you were so happy, practically jumping on top of him to smother him with kisses while you tell him you’re so proud of him, making him laugh.

you feel something against your lower stomach, and when you shuffle on top of james to see what was pokin you, james let’s out a guttural moan, causing you both to snap your heads and face each other.

“shit, i’m sorry.” his face turns red as you get off of him, he looks at anywhere but you, embarrassed since this was the first time you caught him with a boner.

you were perched on your knees in front of him while he had himself rested on his arms, sitting up and not knowing what to do in a situation like this.

“does it hurt?” you whisper after a moment, your voice barely audible as you ask your question, worried that he might laugh at you.

instead, he shrugs and then nods. “a little.”

you feel your cheeks getting hotter as he keeps gazing at you, almost seeing what thoughts are going through his head. experimentally, you bring your hand towards him, placing it on his front before giving it a soft squeeze.

“is this okay?” you ask just to be sure.

“yes. yes more than okay.” he eagerly reassures you, watching you make your move.

you start to palm him, enjoying the faces and the little panting he was making. you had never gone this far before. the most you both had done was just making out, maybe james would rest his hand between your lower back and ass since he was a little shy, but this was new for the both of you.

the wetness in between your legs had started to become too much to ignore. “do you wanna…?” you shyly mumble, hoping he’d get the hint.

you sigh of relief when he nods excitedly, immediately leaning forward to take your lips into a kiss. without disconnecting the kiss, you both shimmied back so you would be resting against the pillows and he would be on top of you.

you tug on his shirt, which makes him quickly discard it somewhere on your bedroom floor, along with his jeans. he helps you get out of your pants and shirt, but he doesn’t get the chance to admire you when you put your arm around yourself, feeling super exposed.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” he reminds you.

“no i want to.” you take a deep breath and then sit up, unhooking your bra and tossing it next to the other discarded clothing items. you frown at the sight of your panties, wishing you were wearing something sexier other than a purple one with a navy blue bow and lace on the hem, but it was too late to change.

“you’re so beautiful.” james sucks in a deep breath as he takes in the sight of you and all your naked glory. he leans down to connect your lips in a sloppy kiss, kissing down your jaw, neck, and eventually your breasts.

he takes off your underwear, rubbing the sides of your upper thighs when you’re finally fully undressed. he strokes himself a couple of times before lining his tip with your heat.

“you ready?” he asks and you confirm by nodding your head, bracing your arms on his shoulders. he slowly inserts himself inside of you, wincing at the faces your making. you feel him stretching you out, more pain then pleasure but when he starts to kiss your cheeks and lips, the pain sort of fades away.

“tell me when i can move.” he says wanting you to take your time. when most of the pain settles, you nod your head, giving him the okay to start moving. he starts to thrust inside of you, the pace slow, speeding up only when you’re okay with it.

“you’re so tight.” he shuts his eyes, eyebrows fusing together as his mouth forms an ‘o’ shape, letting out a breathy moan. “feels so good.” he whimpers

he starts to hit that sweet spot inside of you, making you squirm and clench around him repeatedly. his head drops against you shoulder, biting his lips to keep him from screaming, but you can still hear his sweet moans and cries.

“james, i think i’m gonna…oh god.” you cry as you orgasm, clenching around james as he stills inside of you when you try to close your legs.

with the new added slick between your legs from your cum and the faces and pretty little moans, this tipped james over the edge, cumming along with you as he mutters curse words under his breath. once you both settle down, he pulls out of you, making you wince from the sudden emptiness.

“are you okay?” he asks, swiping away the hair that got stuck to your forehead so he could place a kiss.

“uh huh,” is all you could mutter, snuggling close to his chest. “are you?”

“never been better.” he beams, loving the feeling of you being settled against him.

tell me why i wrote a whole ass novel??

SO JAMES IS MY ALL TIME FAVE PERSON (like youuu). And recently, ive been thinking of 1989 James. Like ajfa James. YOU KNOW WICH SEXY ASS ERA IM ON ABOUT.

This oneeeee.

And ive been making tiny scenarios in my brain (to help me sleep at nigh) of james fucking me on a hotel room floor.

HEAR ME OUT!!!

He has been out with the band for an interview and y/n has been in the hotel room, waiting for James. And when he comes home, hes so fucking needy. This leeds him to fucking you infront of the big mirror in the hotel room.

Doggy style, he pulls your hair and tells you to look at yourself, with mascara drooling down your face. RAHHHHH ITS ON MY MINDDDDD

VEE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THIS IS SO???????

OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD.

he would’ve been thinking about you like alllllll day and it was driving him fucking insane right? so when he comes back and sees you in his boxers and one of his shirts and the way you come running to greet him in a huge hug and repeatedly kissing him, the only sane thing for him to do was to fuck you like both your lives depended on it.

it only made sense.

so here you are, forced into your hands and knees, barely holding yourself together. if it wasn’t for james’ grip on your hair and hips, you’d probably flop on the bed.

“oh, fuckkk you’re so tight. look at you, holy shit.” he’s in awe of the way your cunt keeps swallowing him and the precious moans that leave your throat. it was surely a sight to see, and he wanted you to see it as well.

“i said look at you.” he uses the grip he has on your hair as leverage to pull your head up, forcing your eyes to look at yourself in the mirror in front of you both. it was beautiful. filthy, but also beautiful. nonetheless.

you both watch the way your breasts jolt forward witch each trust, the way you’re barely holding it together. he shoves your face into the blanket, pulling your head to the side just enough to see you. he grabs your wrists, forcing them behind your back as he pulls you into him to meet him halfway with each pump.

you shut your eyes, crying out in pleasure which earns you a harsh slap to your ass, leaving a mark. he tugs on your wrist to pull your back against his chest as he rasps into your ear. “keep your fucking eyes open.” he orders.

all you could do is nod, too focused on getting to your release. you roll your hips onto his, feeling a familiar knot in your abdomen. james rests himself on his heels to get a better view of you pleasuring yourself on him.

“that’s it, baby, work for it. atta girl” he squeezes your hips as an encouragement. he uses one arms to cradle your stomach into him while his other sneaks down to rub your clit, helping you get to your release.

his breathy, pleasurable moans is what released the knot in your stomach, causing your cum to trickle down the length of him and onto your thighs. you rest your head in his shoulder as he continues to fuck up into you, getting to his own release.

he stills inside of you as he cums, making sure not to pull out until every drop of him is inside you. the both of you shudder when you feel him pull out, the sounds of your slick visible. he spreads your folds, showing you the way both of your cum seeps out of you in the mirror.

“so fucking beautiful.” he mesmerizes to himself more than to you

he’s so fucking beautiful how is he real????

want james to blow his cigar smoke into my mouth

sleepy relaxing sweet fluffy cozy warm morning cuddles with current james? i think it would be cute how his white hair probably gets all messed up and fluffy in the morning

THIS IS SOOO CUTE AH

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐍 ²⁰²⁴

Beside me, James stirred, the heat from his body seeped through the blankets. Vanilla morning light shone through the curtains. His arm, in its usual place over my waist, felt better than anything.

I liked the way his body had changed over the years, his skin thick, chiseled from time and life lived. Tattoos stretched on his weathered frame, some a little faded, others as bold as ever. I traced my fingers along the lines of ink, feeling strength beneath his skin. His muscles were still solid, yet there came a softness in him now, one that could break its way through age.

His breath was slow, deep, still heavy. His messy white hair jutted out every which way, unruly from having tossed and turned during the night. His mustache was scruffy, rough against my cheek when he leaned in close to kiss me. His lips were warm, the kiss lazy, unhurried.

"Mornin', baby..." he muttered, his voice deep and gravelly like it always was in the morning.

I smiled into his chest, the rasp of his voice so close. "Morning," I whispered back, my fingers still tracing the lines of his tattoos.

His eyes were lidded and droopy, and opened slowly, catching mine. They were still as bold as ever, even if years had taken some of that edge off.

"Sleep okay?" he asked, his lips planting against my forehead as he spoke.

"Better now," I replied, snuggling closer into his big chest. His smell was so familiar. He smelled like leather, the faint scent of wood and something that was just... James.

He chuckled and his chest tremored under my head. "You're always better in the mornin', huh?" His hand rubbed in slow circles on my back, thick fingers so gentle.

I laughed softly and nodded. "Yeah, especially when you're here." I tilted my head up, catching his eyes once more. Light from the window lit his hair, making the silver and remaining blonde gleam.

He leaned in, his lips touching mine again this time softer, if that was even possible. His mouth stayed put, he had all the time in the world. When he pulled back, his forehead hit mine, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Don't wanna get up yet," he mumbled.

"Then don't," I whispered back, my hand dropping to his chest, his heart steadily thudding.

He laughed again. "You say that like I have a choice." His hand tightened around my waist, drawing me even closer in. "But I like this. Just you, me, and a lazy mornin'."

I could feel his heartbeat pump beneath my palm. His body was warm, and although the years were catching up, I couldn't be more in love. His hands were rough, calloused from years of playing guitar and working his ass off. Yet they were always gentle when they touched me.

"I like it too..." I whispered, leaning to press my lips against his chest, just over his heart.

He sighed, the sound content, and rolled onto his back, pulling me with him. I draped myself over him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed deeply.

"You're staring," he chuckled, still sounding groggy. His eyes opened, glancing down at me with a smirk.

"Maybe," I admitted, smiling up at him.

"Admiring the view?" he teased, his hand running through his messy hair, managing to make it worse.

"Something like that," I smile, my fingers running over the tattoos on his arm again. I loved every single one of them.

He shifted slightly, his arm tightening around me. "You know, I'm not what I used to be.

I looked up at him, my brow furrowing slightly. "What do you mean?" his voice quieter.

"I'm older now. Slower. Not the same guy I was." I shook my head, my hand on his chest again. "You're still you. You're still strong. And you're mine. That's all that matters."

He stared at me a moment longer before a slow smile spread over his features. "Yeah, guess you're right."

I smiled back, leaning in to kiss him again. When I pulled back, his eyes remained on mine.

"Besides," I said, grinning, "you look pretty damn good for 61."

He chuckled loudly. "I'll take that," he said, his hand moving up and down my bare back. "But you make me feel younger."

I leaned in and kissed him again, his bare skin against mine. "I love you just the way you are."

His hand was against my cheek, his thumb gently caressed my body. "I love you too, baby," he whispered back.

Finally, he let out a great sigh and shifted beneath me. "We really should get up," he said.

"Do we have to?" I whined, faking a pout knowing he knew I didn't mean it.

He chuckled again, shaking his head. "I guess we could stay a little longer."

I smiled, burrowing into his chest. "Good. I'm not ready to let you go yet."

He pressed his lips against the top of my head, his kiss lingering. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered quietly.

We lay silently, until his hand found mine, our fingers intertwining. It was a comforting heat, to be wrapped up in him. There was nowhere else I'd rather be.

"Guess we're stuck here, then," he said with a playful grin.

I smiled, shutting my eyes and laying my head on his chest. "Yeah," I whispered. "And I'm perfectly okay with that."

I'm currently dealing with Hurricane Milton and could have used someone to cuddle up with because of my anxiety issues. Could you do something related to reader riding out a hurricane with Cliff or Kirk?

Bro I feel so bad about all this stuff going on, I hope this can bring a little comfort you you and anybody affected :)

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 & 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 ¹⁹⁸⁹

It was raining in sheets, slapping against the windowpanes with the violence of the storm. I could hear it outside, howling, wrenching at trees. It felt like it wanted in. It was dark inside the house, the power had gone an hour before. I could feel the anxiety creep in.

I sat on the edge of our bed, my hands clenched tightly around the sheets. My heart was racing. Every crack of thunder caused me to jump and the tightness in my chest to get worse.

"Kirk?" I called, my voice shaking. He was downstairs, making sure all the windows were locked.

He was up the stairs fast, his face calm, even though I knew he too was worried. But Kirk had this way of standing sure. As he walked towards me, his eyes softened at the look of panic on my face.

"Hey, baby," he cooed to me as he lowered himself down in front of me. His voice was so soft. "I'm right here. Let's get you to bed, okay?

I nodded, because to do otherwise would have been just too difficult at that moment. He helped me pull the covers back and directed me to lie down. Once I was under the blankets, I felt a little safer, but my heart was still pounding in my chest. I could hear the wind whipping outside.

For a moment Kirk got up and stood there staring around. I could practically see him thinking till his eyes lighted. He went over to the closet, reached in, and opened the door. I couldn't tell what he was doing, but in a moment he turned around with something clutched in his hand.

It was Bunny.

That old, tattered stuffed bunny from when I was a kid. I hadn't thought about it in years, but Kirk remembered. I used to tell him stories about how Bunny helped me sleep through storms when I was little, how clutching his soft fur made me feel safe.

Kirk smiled, bringing it over to me tucking it gently into my arms.

"Thought you could use some company," he said, flashing those cute crooked teeth, climbing in bed beside me, wrapping his arms around me.

I threw my arms tightly around Bunny and nuzzled my face into its old, comforting softness. For a now, I was that little girl, cowering from the storm under the covers, clutching onto Bunny.

Kirk settled in beside me, pulling the blankets up over us both. His body was warm against mine, and he smelled like rain and safety. I clung to him like a lifeline as his heartbeat steadied, calm beneath my hand.

"It's all right," he whispered into my hair, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "I'm right here. We're safe."

I nodded, but it was still there. My mind was jumping from one disaster to the next. What if the windows broke? What if the roof blew off? What if something happened to Kirk?

He must have felt my body tense because he squeezed me a little tighter, his hand stroking my arm softly.

"Breathe with me," he whispered. "In … and out."

I tried to match my breaths to his, focusing on the rise and fall of his chest. In. Out. Slowly, I started to feel my heart slow down, the panic loosening its grip just a little.

Smoothly, in that low even tone, a soothing sound like a lullaby, Kirk continued to talk to me. "You remember the last time we had a storm this bad?" he asked, his lips tickling my temple. "The power went out, and all night, I told you ghost stories."

I smiled weakly, remembering. It was one of those early nights together, before we got comfortable in the silences. We'd been a little spooked, but laughing helped. It was one of those first times I felt how much I trusted him.

"I'm not in the mood for ghost stories," I muttered into his chest, and he chuckled softly.

"Alright, no ghost stories tonight," he said. "How about we just stay like this?"

I nodded again, feeling his arms go tighter around me. I could feel the storm raging outside, but in this bed, in Kirk's arms, it was a little quieter.

He kissed the top of my head again, his hand rubbing in slow circles across my back. Even the storm that still beat against the house didn't seem to be quite so terrifying anymore. Not while he was here.

"Just focus on me," Kirk whispered. "Nothin' else matters right now. We're okay."

I hugged Bunny tighter, my fingers digging into soft fabric, and closed my eyes. I tried again to sync mine with his. The storm's noise, outside my door, faded just a little more, replaced by the steady thump of his heart beneath my cheek.

"Thank you," I whispered, not at all sure he'd heard me.

But I felt his arms squeeze a little tighter, and that was enough.

Bad boy!Dave accidentally making his sensitive gf cry/feel bad and he tries to comfort her by kissing and cuddling (or sum else yk *wink wink*)

i actually love this req anon 🙊🙊

you two were watching a movie, some sex scenes and whatnot. but of course, Dave's gonna say something about the actress, making goo goo eyes at her and commenting on her body. you noticed and kept to yourself when he shifted around and groaned in his seat. him saying things like "damn, look at her" and "god- she's beautiful" when she looks nothing like you, different body shape and a blonde, of course.

you stopped watching the movie, kind of curling into a ball on the couch and moved away from his touch.

he looked over, seeing how you were acting. he was confused, putting his hand on your thigh.

"somethin' wrong, pretty?"

he asked, genuinely wanting to know what was bothering his baby.

"oh, you think im pretty? yeah, right..."

you mumbled the last part, already starting to get emotional over something that didn't need to be a big problem.

"what?? of course i think so-"

he shook his head, giving an eye roll.

he leaned in to kiss your cheek, though you pushed him away and wipes the kiss stain off of your skin. he was just heated now.

"what the fuck is up with you?!"

he yelled, making you burst into tears. he knew you were sensitive to yelling, hiding your face in your thighs. muttering the words "im sorry" over and over again.

of course he felt like shit for making his girl cry, trying to comfort you by rubbing your back and playing with your hair.

"don't be sorry- that was- my fault, i know, i know."

he sighed, kissing your head.

"cmon, let's go,"

he picked you up over his shoulder, bringing you to your shared room and sat you down on the mattress.

"tell me what's wrong, baby. please?"

he wiped your tears, seeing how red and puffy they were. he kissed your cheeks, trying to make you happier.

"you... you were-"

you sniffled, looking away from the other.

"saying things about her.. on tv,"

you mumbled softly, looking back at Dave.

"oh honey,"

he brought you into a hug, lifting you up to your feet and shoved your face into his chest, caressing the back of your head.

"you know it's just a celebrity crush-"

he tried, but you spoke up again.

"she looks nothing like me! it makes me think im not even your type.."

Dave pouted, you looked up and he started kissing your forehead.

"are you kidding? you're so gorgeous. a beautiful face, eyes, smile.... body."

he whispered that last part, making your face heat up a little bit.

"cmon- you're such a beautiful girl compared to any of those sluts on tv."

you started laughing, smiling, trying not to cry or let out happy tears from Dave's words of affirmation.

"see! look at that pretty smile."

he chuckled, kissing all over your face.

"and if you don't believe me..."

he eyed the bed behind you, giving a smirk.

"maybe i can fuck it outta you, hm? make you my person slut, how's that?"

he whispered in your ear, earning a gasp out of you when he rubbed his bulge against your thigh.

you just nodded quickly, getting away from Dave's tight hold, taking your shirt and shorts off.

he did the same, stripping to his boxers, you in your undergarments.

he kept eyeing you, running his hands up and down the sides of your torso.

"god- i love you so much."

he said, putting sloppy kisses up and down all over your body.

"all mine, yeah?"

"mmhm.."

you moaned out, him pushing you onto the bed, his head in between your legs, leaning down to put soft kisses against your clothed clit making your thighs contract around his head.

"Dave-"

he hooked his fingers under your underwear, pulling down before he ran his fingers through your slick folds.

"what? wanna taste you, sweetheart."

you leaned back into the pillows, relaxing your body as you tangled your hand in his curls.

he attached his mouth to your hole, nudging your clit with his nose. the friction made you squeal, which only made Dave more turned on.

he was too busy eating you out to try and pleasure himself, only grinding against the edge of the mattress when he could.

bringing his mouth up to your clit, sucking and licking harshly on it to get you to your release, making eye contact with you while he did.

you shoved his face down more, cumming all over his face before you almost screamed in pleasure.

he lifted his head up, mouth and chin smothered in your fluids, biting your lip from the sight.

"my turn now, princess."

he smacked your thigh, flipping you over on your knees, grabbing your hips and shoving himself inside of your cunt, groaning from how warm and tight it was.

"fuck! already wanna cum, baby."

he wrapped his arms around your stomach, bunny humping you, hitting hard and deep thrusts which made you moan, shoving your face deep inside of your pillow.

"ah, ah. let me hear those pretty little noises."

he demanded, slapping your ass and gripping onto your hips before you got louder.

"there you go. that's my girl-"

he groaned before letting out a whine, cumming inside and filling you up, not stopping with his thrusts, wanting to make sure you came around him again.

his seed dribbled out of your cunt down your thighs, cumming around his length and gripping the sheets.

"that felt good, hm? yeah?"

he chuckled, flipping you over on your back again as he got ontop of you, sucking hickeys onto your neck.

"so pretty... gonna make everyone know you belong to me."

you held his head in place, moaning everytime he bit down onto your sensitive skin.

"you're fucking mine. yknow that, baby?"

you nodded, letting out louder whines just to get Dave worked up.

"Good-"

he tackled you into a hug, cuddling you. he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your face.

"love you so much."

subby dave?

hihi!

kinktober pt2!!

this is just occuring to me after having just finished the fic, I have no clue if you wanted pegging or just subby Dave, so its just subby Dave bc I have no idea how to write that stuff, and this is new to me too so I hope its decent!

word count: 1189

warnings: smut, subby Dave, praise kink, and just smut stuff in general

ALL FOR YOU (1986)

This situation had seemed to repeat at least once a week when they began a new album. Dave would come home, whining, frustrated and complaining about how the new album isn't going to his hopes or liking, and that he's ‘so stressed’. 

Was he actually stressed or was it a facade to suck him off? I dont know. But, I neverminded it, either or.

As his girlfriend, of course I took pity on him. I would offer him various things that he seemed to like or love, beer, his favot=ite meal, watching a movie, none of it would work. Except for this.

I was nestled between his thighs, his dick deep down in my throat as I sucked him off, my tongue working on him as I bobbed my head up and down his aching length. He was always pretty vocal in bed, but when he was like this, he could never stop whining and moaning. Not that I minded, I always love to hear his pretty sounds. Daves hand was tangled in my hair as he bucked his hips up, the tip bumping the back of my throat and making me gag a bit, my throat tightening slightly as his moans and whines grew in pitch.

I tried to lift my head, desperately needing some proper air, but his hand held me down. Tears stung my eyes, and I knew I could get back on him for this. He wasnt teasing me, but he was getting too lost in the moment to forget that Im a human being and not a fuck doll.

After a moment I was able to pull my head back a bit more, freeing my air ways before taking him all the way back in, causing a loud moan to escape his throat.

“Oh, fuck! Im..” Dave began to warn about his approaching orgasm, and I took him deeper again, before pulling right off of him, leaving him sexually frustrated and whiny.

“Hey…. why'd you stop..?” He said like a disappointed child.

I just shrugged with a smirk. I watched as precum oozed from the tip, cleaning it off with small licks of my tongue, taking Dave back into my mouth, causing him to groan loudly. 

I didn't take him deep, just working on the upper half of his length, enjoying teasing him like this. I would swirl my tongue around the flesh I had gathered in my mouth, refuting to take him deeper. This frustrated  him further, putting his hand on the back of my head to try and push me down further, but I just swatted his hand away, looking up at him with a glint of lust in my eyes, taking him a little bit deeper into my mouth, seeing his face contorted in pleasure at the new addition in my mouth. I teased the lower half with my fingers, lightly stroking his base which made him whine and jolt his hips up, forcing me to take him slightly deeper, thoughI pushed down his hips and held them in place, not allowing him to push me any further before I finally just pulled away from him, causing him to whimper from the lack of heat and friction I once provided.

“Please, just stop teasing me… I've had a rough day…” Dave begged, and now I could see how he found it attractive when I begged for him, or when he would make me bed. The vulnerability, and the shared need lit a fire between two people, and we were experiencing it again and again.

Sure, I loved it when hed get all dominant and fucked my brians out, but maybe I wanted to fuck his brains out for a change. I was already in just my bra and panties, so I just climbed over him, pushing him down and having him lay with his back against the mattress, me above him. His eyes widened, but he was all for it. Under that ego, he did have a soft spot.

I crashed my lips down onto his and he reciprocated, our tongues meeting with great fervor as his hand snaked back into my hair, bringing me closer to him as he groaned into my mouth, as I did his. I began to slip down my panties, eventually raising my hips and positioning myself above his tip, sinking down on his hips slowly.

Dave moaned loudly as our kiss broke, his hands coming to my hips, but I swatted them away. He didn't fight me any further, and I gripped his wrists and held them above his head. His eyes were soft, lost in pleasure as I began to ride him with a slight speed, trying to gain my pace as I rocked my hips. Dave whined out, biting back the noises he wanted to let out.

“Lemme hear you, Davie..” I cooed in his ear, and it didn't take much more encouragement for his sweet whines to drip from his lips. HIs eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure, having me do all the work as I rode him, bouncing my hips at a fast pace to  bring us both to our own demanding releases, though I could tell Dave needed his more, esoe=pecially after teasing him so much today. 

I rocked my hips, grinding on him, hearing the whimpers that fell from his lips in need, and I could feel him shifting beneath me, a sign that his dick was probably over stimulated, and I knew I could make it more overstimulating, squeezing my walls around him tightly, earning a loud groan of need from him.

“Fuck!” He whined out, and I resumed bouncing myself on his length, his eyes shut as his face was etched with pleasure. 

“Open your eyes, baby, wanna see you all fucked out from me riding you…” I murmured in his ear, and he fought hard to keep his eyes open, meeting them with mine.

Dave's fiery ginger locks cascaded around his head like a halo of fire, his heels slightly pink as sweat dribbled down his forehead.

“Good boy…” Raised in a moan of my own, feeling him hit a spot inside me that made me want to crumble right there. I kept my pace, riding him as fast as I could, and he began to whine and groan and moan more frequently, his eyes fluttering open and shut, truly trying to obey my words.

“Come with me baby,” I whispered to him, feeling his hips buck and jolt up into mine, hitting spots deep within me, shouting a loud moan as I came around his cock, his release following soon after as he groaned and whimpered, feeling his hot, thick ropes shoot into me, coating my walls white. 

Dave was panting, so was I, our bodies joined as we tried to catch our breath, resting my forehead against his. I pressed a soft kiss to his lips, feeling his arms wrap around my back.

“‘Love you…” He muttered, clearly exhausted from our love making.

“Love you too, Davie..” I returned back to him, enjoying the peace we had together.

KINKTOBER 2023!!

i wont be doing full 30 days and i will be starting on the seventh, i have a list of who and what ⬇️ but may end up posting more. Also feel free to ask for a person + kink and i will post for it IF i have time or switch one.

idea credit: (not doing all obvi but i chose from it, not sure where this person post bc i saw a repost but yeah creds to them)

and now finally....

10.7: (langire, body worship) KIRK HAMMETT (1/3)

includes: fem body worship, love, sex with feelings, creampies, multiple orgasms, praise and degration.

10. 11: (face sitting) IZZY STRADLIN (1/2)

includes: face sitting, no touch orgasm, Multiple orgasms, cum eating, possibly more...

10. 14: (loss of virginity) IZZY STRADLIN

includes: reader!virginity loss, gental sex, tad bit of blood.

10.17: (rough/sadistic sex) KIRK HAMMETT

includes: crying, slight biteing, overstim, male dom, spanking, choking, spiting, edging, teasing, possibly more.....

10.21: (size kink) JAMES HETFEILD

includes: size difference kink, rough, bj, face fucking, creampie after creampie, squirting

10. 31: (horror,size dif) KIRK HAMMETT:

includes: sorta horror themed, vampy kirk, mega biteing kink, size diff kink, possibly more...

so i may not be posting these 100% on time bc i just got really fucking sick and idk if i'll be able to wright while i feel like this. I am getting meds sent to my house tonight hopefully that works and i can write.

!!IGNORE SPELLING MISTAKES TO SICK TO EDIT!!

Kinktober day 24: Sex Toys

After you taught James how to use the app, there was no turning back. Whenever you went out he would ask you to use it, he loved having control over your pleasure and what better way to do it than with that small but powerful vibrator you had received as a joke from a friend.

At first you didn't think he would have such an overreaction, but you guessed that the idea of being able to provoke you at every step was too tempting for him. He always begged you to use it at the most inopportune moments, they had already gotten into a lot of trouble for being too playful, of course he didn't give a shit.

You were sure you two would end up fucking in one of Lars' rooms, he had invited you to a small party with friends promising a barbecue and beer, you knew from James' wide grin that he would make you use the vibrator, the naughty gleam in his eyes only confirmed it.

"I'll use it if you know how to behave, I don't want to make a scene in front of everyone" you reprimand him crossing your arms to look stern, however he smiles mischievously, oh, it's going to be a long day but you can't help but be a little excited about it.

Most of the party goes by without incident which is rare, by this point he would have your legs shaking from the over stimulation of your pussy. You shrug it off and continue chatting with your friends; you shouldn't have let your guard down. The intermittent vibration inside you made you gasp obscenely, your knees buckled almost making you lose your balance, the curious looks you received made you laugh nervously.

You looked for James with your eyes and found him in a secluded corner looking at his phone, he winked at you and continued as if nothing had happened. You continued with your conversation, but again, the delicious massage to your inner walls resumed, you clenched your teeth to contain a moan and decided to take a seat, some of your acquaintances wanted to make sure you were okay but you dismissed them claiming a simple pain in the leg. The waves were present again and you clenched your legs, bit your lip and covered your eyes to contain yourself.

You saw James smile in delight at your reaction so you approached him with determination, pulled his hand and led him into the house, several pairs of eyes following you and making jokes about how he was in trouble.

"All in order honey?" you glared at him and pulled him into one of the nearby rooms, he seemed amused with the situation, well, it was time to end the games.

"I told you to behave" You walk dangerously towards him, he frowns and as he backs away he stumbles and falls over a small couch. You sit on one of his legs, your wetness seeping through your panties and staining his pants, maybe it was a good thing you decided to wear a dress. "You like playing with me, don't you baby? Well now it's my turn" You take his phone out of his pocket and turn on the lush again, letting it vibrate gently as you begin to rock on his thigh.

His hands try to hold your waist but you push them away before he does, he pouts in annoyance, he's a brat. You grind on his leg, your swollen folds dripping while the vibrator massages your sweet spot, you moan and roll your eyes, he's enthralled by how hot you look riding him like that.

He wiggles his pelvis trying to get your attention on his bulge, that only gets you to mock him, you run a hand through his hair and grab it to pull it, he whimpers in surprise.

"I don't think you deserve my touch, not now , at least, so stay still and let me cum" You give him a small pat on his cheek and hold his hands to prevent him from having any contact. James doesn't accept it, not when he can feel your hole contracting, he releases his grip and lifting the leg you are straddling, makes you fall onto his chest, wrapping an arm around your waist, trapping your wrists in the process.

"It's my game precious, so it's my rules" You squirm in his grip and try to protest but a squeal interrupts you, his fingers push inside you along with the vibrator, your walls stretch with each thrust of his thick fingers, gasp against his chest and move your hips to make him go deeper, you will let him win this time but only because he is making you feel amazing.

You brush his erection with your thigh as he fingers you, he hisses at the contact and pushes his hips towards you, his fingers slide out of you, you look at him with annoyance but he erases that expression from your face with a kiss, a scream comes out suddenly from you, the buzzing in your cunt increases and you feel him push the vibrator deeper into your hole, his fingers fiddle with your pussy rim.

“You're leaking everywhere, and you've already ruined my pants…what am I going to do with you?” His fingers massage your folds and surround your clit, the touch makes your hips contract, it doesn't take much more than a couple of kisses on the neck to take you to the peak of ecstasy, you moan uncontrollably as you come on his fingers, the toy sliding out of your pussy along with thick drops of your fluids. You swallow hard, trying to compose yourself, nuzzling your face against James' chest and closing your eyes for a moment.

“We should have behaved Het…” You mutter under your breath and giggle softly.

“You know very well that we never do it.”

This is modern 80s James, he would be a tease in the present day

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: femdom, restraints, bdsm, softdom, edging, praise, dry humping, grinding

I could feel the smirk on my face as I tightened the silky red ropes up over Dave's head, securing his hands there against the bed frame. His cock was hard as a rock already from the restraints.

"Mmm, look how excited you are already," I purred, tracing a finger lightly up the shaft. "I just know you're aching for it."

Dave groans, trying to thrust into my hand, but he's helpless, completely at my mercy. I wrap my fingers around his base and start slowly pumping him off.

"Not yet, though. first, I'm going to tease this pretty dick until you beg for it." I lick my lips as I tighten my grip and stroke faster. "Beg for me like a good boy."

I can't help but grin wickedly as I watch Dave writhe beneath me, desperate for any more stimulation. But I keep my touches feather light, barely grazing his sensitive, throbbing skin.

"Please." he whimpers needily after several excruciating minutes of teasing. "I need more. Please touch me properly!" He growls.

"Since you asked so nicely." I agree, finally wrapping my hand fully around his throbbing erection. I pump him firmly from root to tip, twisting my wrist on each upstroke.

"That's it, take what you need," I encourage as I increase my pace. My other hand reaches down to gently cup and massage his balls. "Fuck into my hand. Show me how badly you want it."

Dave moans loudly and bucks his hips, fucking himself on my fist with abandon.

I lean in closer and my warm breath dances against Dave's ear while I continue the strokes up and down his pulsing cock in firm, rapid motions. "You're doing so well, baby," I whisper huskily. "Such a good boy, taking everything I give you. I love seeing you lose control like this."

My fingers rub across his sensitive flesh, brushing occasionally over the leaking slit and spreading his pre cum to heighten his pleasure. I can feel his body tensing, muscles coiling tight as he nears the edge.

"Almost there, aren't you?" I tease, my voice dripping with seduction. "But not quite yet. We've got some more fun to have first."

With that, I abruptly freeze my hand around his straining erection, leaving him achingly hard and wanting.

Dave growls, his chest heaves as he wrestles with the ropes binding him. His cock strains desperately in my palm, demanding its release.

"Please," he begs, his voice strangled with need. "I cannot take any more of this torture. Let me cum.. I promise to be good."

I just smile and trail my fingertips down his torso, dipping them into his navel before continuing lower. "We'll see about that," I murmur, giving his heavy balls a gentle squeeze.

I lean back now, gazing at his exposed form appreciatively, my eyes lingering on the thick veins pulsating along his length. Then, with slowness, I begin to stroke him once more, working him toward another near climax.

I position myself between Dave's legs, his erect cock nestled against my clothed heat. A sly grin smeared across my face as I begin to grind against him in slow circles.

"Oh yes, just like that," I moan softly at the feeling of his hardness pressed against my sensitive folds through my panties. "You feel so good rubbing me like this, Davey."

Dave's eyes widen in surprise and arousal as my panties rub him. He squirms and strains against the ropes binding his wrists behind him, trying to push harder into my grinding hips.

"Don't fight it," I advise breathlessly, picking up speed as I grind his cock. "Just let yourself enjoy it. these tight little panties are all that separates you from being inside me…”

The friction is sending me wild, my clit throbbing in time with each roll of my hips.

I continue to grind against Dave's straining cock, the damp fabric of my panties providing just enough friction to send sparks of pleasure through us both in my increasingly urgent movements.

"I can feel how much you want this," I pant, my voice low and sultry. "How bad your cock needs to be inside me… Don't hold back, let go and fuck me with your hips."

Dave is shot on by my words and begins bucking his own hips, meeting my downward thrusts with upward pushes of his own. The combined motion has our bodies slamming together in a lewd, rhythmic dance.

"Yes, just like that!" I exclaim, my head thrown back in abandon. "Fuck, you feel so good..."

We continue dry humping furiously as I lean forward, nipping at Dave's earlobe and setting shivers down his spine.

"Poor thing, all tied up and unable to touch me," I tease, mockery oozing from my voice. "Just think how much better this would feel if you had your hands free to explore every inch of my body..."

I pastor my words with a harder roll of my hips against his, grinding my clit against his cock in a way that makes us both gasp. "Or you reaching down and slipping those big hands under my skirt… feeling the heat of my pussy through my soaked panties…”

Dave groans at the thought, his hips jerking in a weird rhythm as he chases the pleasure. "God, I wish I could," he admits, strained with lust. "I'd touch you everywhere, make you.. ah.. scream.."

I chuckle, enjoying the effect my words have on him. "Maybe later, when I decide to set you free," I reply with a wicked grin. "For now, just focus on my body."

I quicken my pace again, riding him with abandon, my juices soaking through the thin material of the underwear. Wet sounds of our frantic coupling fill the room, mingling with Dave's desperate moans and my own cries of pleasure.

"So close," he pants, his cock throbbing almost painfully against me. "I'm gonna…fuck, I'm gonna cum without even touching you."

"Go ahead then," I exhale. "Cum all over yourself like a good boy."

With one final moan, Dave's body tenses and then shakes. His cock pulses as he unleashes spurt after spurt of hot cum onto his stomach, wrists tugging at the ropes binding him.

"That's it, baby," I praise, still grinding up against him as he rides out his orgasm. "Give me every last drop. You look so sexy covered in your own cum."

As his spasms finally subside, I slow my movements to savor the feeling ofpleasure still rippling through us both. Finally, with a contented sigh, I lift myself off his spent cock.

"Now, let's clean you up and see about getting you untied," I tell him, flashing a playful smile.

Helping Dave to clean up, I move to stand beside him, brushing the tangled locks of his fiery hair away from his flushed face. I lean in and place a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, my lips curving in a warm, affectionate smile.

"There you go, all cleaned up and looking cute," I coo, my voice dripping with sweetness. "You did such a good job following directions and pleasing me. I'm so proud of you, baby."

Dave blushes at the praise, eyes sparkling with happiness, a hint of relief that the intense scene has finally ended. He reaches up to touch my cheek, his calloused fingers gentle against my skin.

"Thanks… baby," he says quietly, the nickname used by and reserved for a select few. "That was.a lot."

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LORD HAVE MERCY

(This could be his face while you fuck each other)

Many such cases

the fact that im german and reading this. also, us modern germans are literally terrified to be identified as nazis for what happened literally 83 years ago. NOT ALL GERMANS WERE NAZIS.

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why is mads mikkelsen there and why has lars got one of them pilot microphones

Reader telling 80s James she wants to watch him jerk off and he’s really nervous at first but he gets super desperate while he’s jerking off and they dirty talk until he finally cums all over his chest

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80s!James Hetfield x Reader

Contains Smut

James' blue eyes stared back into mine, both of them slightly widened, it wasn’t hard to spot the way his cheeks has turned into a deeper shade of red than it already was. I could hear his heartbeat just the slightest bit louder than it usually is from the request that just slipped out of my lips that broke us out of our previous heated make out session here on our bed.

"What? Sorry, repeat that?"

He ask, genuine sense of confusion along with nervousness filling the sound of his voice and even his eyes also. I would be lying if I said I didn’t find the look on his face adorable. But it was understandable, I myself am nervous when I told him,

”I want to watch you jerk off.”

I might sound like I was the boldest and most forward person ever with that request leaving my lips, but truly my heart was beating faster than it ever was, I didn’t quite know how to word it off better than I did, I found the request a tad bit awkward. But curiosity consumed me and took control over my mind.

There was no doubt that seeing a flustered James Hetfield was a sight I never knew I longed to see. The red hue of his cheeks were the cutest thing I had lay my eyes on, the way the tent in his boxers grew even more, encouraging me to see what's hidden underneath the fabric.

My bottom lip was captured in between my top and bottom teeth as my hand slowly land on his thigh, my nails grazing up and down his skin, causing goosebumps to appear. "James.." His name escaped my lips in a soft, sultry, encouraging whisper.

The waistband of his boxers was caught by my hand, slowly and swiftly pulling it down till the hard length of his cock slips out, standing proudly and spilling precum the slightest bit from the pink tip, twitching ever so slightly.

My own name leaves his lips in a gasped out whine, softly. My eyes went up and met his in an instant, and so did our lips, captured in a heated and sloppy kiss. We found our teeth clashing together and our tongues fighting for control.

As our senses gets caught up in the breathtaking kiss, my hand slowly reaching for his own hand and leading him to take ahold of his own dripping cock, a whine of his entering my mouth the moment he held his cock.

I pull my head back from him, leaning into his ear instead, my hot breath tickling his skin as I whisper, "Do it. You know you want it, baby.."

"Fuck.." He breathed out. Looking down, I begin to notice the firm grip he have on his cock, more precum seems to be squeezed out from the pressure he have on his member. "You're gonna kill me.."

I softly chuckle, placing one last kiss on his cheek before I lean back and let my eyes wander over his bare body as his hand worked up and down his shaft, his eyes showing a small hint of disappoinment when I pull away from him, he seems to yearn for my touch.

Yet I stay still, my eyes only locked on his cock and the way his hand jerked himself off, his fingers gripping the veiny cock firmly while moving up and down it, the precum gushing out more every now and then, helping his movement become more slick and smooth.

The new slick state of his skin made a groan leave his lips, his head thrown back.

Meanwhile, I was completely speechless. Or rather, too busy enjoying the rare sight that was displayed right before my eyes. There was a certain wetness soaking my panties, making my thighs clench together our of arousal. "That's not how you jerk off, James." I complained, my voice showing I was serious. "Faster."

The whine that left his swollen lips might be the sweetest sound I've ever hear from his lips. Nevertheless, his hand did obey me, moving in a faster speed up and down his shaft, running his thumb over his tip.

A small smile made it's way to my lips, "That's right... Did this a lot, hmm?" My hand slowly made it's way back to his thigh, sending soft and delicate touches that encouraged the lust blooming inside of him.

"Please.."

James moaned, his hips bucking up while his hand try to maintain the velocity he holds in his pumps.

"Please what?"

I asked, one of my eyebrows raised as that small yet sly smile decided to make a stay on my lips, my eyes lingering from the desperation plastered on his face and back towards the jerking he's doing.

It didn't take me long to notice one of his hand reaching out towards mine. Slowly, I let him hold my hand, our fingers interwining as the look in his eyes dug into my own, those blue pupils completely infatuated by lust.

His voice came out under a breath, a soft and whiney sound of, "Touch me.." Coming through his parted lips.

With that request from him, I didn't give in so easily. I took my hand back from his hold and lean back, "Work for yourself. Maybe then, I'll touch you." The sly smile was long gone and a much more cocky smirk made it's way to my lips.

He groaned and shifted on the bed, turning his back on me while still pumping his cock, his thighs clenching together. "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.."

"Mm, you'd love that.. wouldn't cha, Het?" I chuckled, grabbing his arm and forcing him to lay down on his back so I can watch as he jerk off again. The pathetic look that was on his face was a sight that made me want to both laugh at him and kiss his face all over. "Answer me."

The blond hair of his head shakes as his nod repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes.." He whined out, a strangled moan leaving his lips as he tighten the hold he have on his cock, my eyes never leaving the way his hand moves. "Fuck, I'm close.. so close.."

"Better start coming then."

James' eyes snapped up towards mine, opened wide, the lust never once leaving his gaze. It took me another look at his cock to realize how fast he's actually pumping now, the precum never once stopped oozing out of the red desperate tip.

"Come for me."

Those three last words took it out for him, his cum came shooting out of his tip in white sticky streaks.

His release was way too strong to the point those white streaks of his cum shoot up to his chest, glistening the smooth skin of his bare chest. A loud moan escaped his lips as one last evidence of how intense the release was to him.

James' eyes yet again looked into mine, his eyelids forcing themselves to open just to look at me as his hand slowly made it's way to my own hand, holding it once again as he utter out a soft and weak,

"...Want your touch..."

It wasn't hard to guess it would be a long long night.

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some sketches on this mini sketchbook I think I'm having an artblock fml

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