Cool Shots Of The Lion Dude

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me and mybff (party girlz)

so pretty!! feat. my dog (couldn’t add another animal shhhh)

@riplqu @w-il-rock @ilovepapahet @loveddtodethhh @villainsapologist @kirksfangrl

Pinterest tag game

I forgot who I got tagged by but thank you whoever it was lmao ❤️

first pin that shows up on your Pinterest when you search animal, hobby, tattoo, and celebrity crush.

I have decided to tag: @metallicames @suzdin @boydholbrook-fan @ilovewhiteroses @90shetfield @metalmaidenn @wizard-on-whales @mxtal-up-ur-ass and whoever would like to play as well

🫦🫦🫦 seeing this in uni hurts

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"ᴀʟʟ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴀʏ ɪꜱ ᴡᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ, ᴅᴜᴅᴇ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴊᴀɪʟ. ᴡᴇ ꜱʜɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴡᴇ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴀʏ." - The Dirt, 2019

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ a life full of regrets, still a life that's been lived. ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

Bad Behavior

Description: 1989, you insist to join James at a “work meeting” where he has to discuss something about the tour, but his behavior will make the night take a bad turn.

warnings: angst, blood, curses, smut, unprotected sex, fingering.

"It's a fucking work thing Y/N!"

James shouts from our hotel room's bedroom. I slam open the bathroom door, angry as always with these kind of conversations with him.

“A party, A work thing, really James? You think I'm that stupid? A party with your fucking band and it's a work thing?"

I scoff and walk towards him, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“There will be a new agent with some people of the crew, we gotta discuss about the tour, and then the others wanted to go to this fucking club! It's not a fucking party I already told ya'!"

His deep voice raises, his neck veins pump up, making him appear even sexier.

“Lemme come with you, then.” He laughs. "Why are you laughing, James?"

He doesn't answer, but he keeps that damn cocky smile printed on his face. "God James, you act like a fucking child, I swear…” he raises an eyebrow at my words, sighting heavily.

"No, Y/N”, he simply says, I could hear the anger in his voice, he always hated the idea of me going to a club.

“Why not? You don't want your bandmates to see you with a girl that’s not a groupie or what?"

"Fuck Y/N, no! Cut that shit, I told you that they know about us.”

His hands reach his hair in frustration. “Yeah, sure” i say in a sarcastic tone, James stands up abruptly, his tall frame looming over mine as he towers above me. His blue eyes narrow, glinting with a mix of frustration and anger as he stares down at me. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, messing it up even more than it already was.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Y/N?" He growls, his deep voice rumbling through the hotel room. "I'm not hiding you from anyone, you fucking brat. I just don't want you to come to some damn club, not with all these fucking groupies and random assholes running around."

He steps closer to me, invading my personal space as his broad chest nearly brushes against mine. His jaw clenches, the light stubble on his face scratching softly against my skin.

"You have no idea what it's like out there, Y/N. People want shit from me all the time, and they don't fucking care who they have to go through to get it. I'm just trying to keep you safe, and you don't seem to get it.” James' hands reach out, gripping my upper arms tightly as he shakes me slightly. "I'm not letting you come to that damn club, end of the fucking story. Stop being so goddamn stubborn about this, would ya?" He moves back.

“I’m not a fucking child James! You don't talk to me like that, and you don't tell me what to do! I'm your girlfriend... yeah, maybe you don't even know what that means, right?" My sarcastic tone makes him turn to look at me again, he runs a hand over his face, sighing heavily as he tries to reign in his temper.

When he speaks again, his voice is lower, but no less intense.

"Don't fucking start with that girlfriend shit, Y/N. You know goddamn well that I'm just trying to look out for you."

He turns away from me, his broad shoulders slumping slightly as he stares out the window of their hotel room. The lights of the city below flicker and dance in his hooded eyes. “It’s not easy to stay with me, I’m just trying to keep ya safe… these kinds of parties, or whatever you wanna call them… they’re not the best places, not the best people.” He stops hopping for me to change my mind.

"I wanna see... I'll come with you, that's it.” And with that I run back to the bathroom to get ready, I couldn't care less about what he said, he never really introduced me to this music world, he almost never described it to me, so now I wanna see it all myself.

Once arrived at the club, James guides me among the crowd…

People pushing against each other trying to get a picture, fights in the corner of the dance floor, whores all over the place, and mostly... drugs.

“Stay next to me, all right?"

James voice reaches my ear, right before reaching his band and all the people they needed to meet tonight.

As we approach the VIP area where the Metallica crew and the new agents are waiting, the chaos of the club fades slightly. James keeps a firm grip on my hand, pulling me close to his side as he navigates through the crowded room.

Kirk, Lars, Jason and the others look up as they approach, eyeing me with a mix of curiosity and approval. James leads me to the plush leather couch, seating me next to him as he greets the agents and his bandmates.

Lars grins at James, nodding towards me.

"About time you brought her around, James. I was starting to think she was just a myth." He extends a hand to me. "Lars, nice to finally meet you properly. James here's been keeping you all to himself."

I shake his hand and then doing the same with the others. The night goes on quite well, but it all started to fade when one of the crew mates takes a little plastic bag from his pocket, taking some white powder from it and sniffing some of it.

“You want some guys?” He asks Lars and Kirk, who nod immediately and then asks Jason, that after a few seconds nodded too, and finally James, who looks at me murmuring a “damn it”.

I look at him waiting for what he obviously wanted to do.

“No man, I’m good.” James says making his band laugh.

“Come on man, just a little one” Lars says, his voice echoing in my ears. James would never do something like that, he promised me that his only problem was the alcohol “Not even your usual two lines?”, says another man.

WHAT?

“James, what the fuck?!” I snap seeing that he grabs the rolled dollar bill.

“Jesus Christ Y/N…” his sarcastic little laugh makes me go even crazier.

“You fucking liar… you lied to me!” I yell at him.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do, Y/N, uh? Tell you all the shit that I do on tour?! We are a fucking band! That’s what we do when we don’t play and we are tired! So keep it in mind, baby”

How cruel, how stupid, how arrogant… I’m always been there to support him, I came to this fucking tour with him, he kept me locked up in our rooms, on the bus every night, promising things he actually never did, and now he treats me like shit in front of his friends and crew. My eyes started to burn, tears filling my eyes. He goes to snort the substance with his nostril before I blow all the powder away.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He yells, I stand up walking away as fast as possible “Y/N come here come on!” His voice echoes behind me.

I move in among the crowd, the worst club I ever seen, before reaching the bar.

“A martini”, my soft voice breaks into the heavy music playing, making all the people at the bar laughing; yes of course… “Yeah just give me a beer then…” I say sitting on the tall chair.

I was so sad, so angry, I met James when we were teenagers, he’s always been an introvert sweet boy, but since his band became more powerful, important and loved, he changed drastically . I’m proud of his success but it scared me too, seeing him always drunk, and now knowing that all the time he came back from a night out he was probably high on some drugs too, makes me go crazy. I sat at the bar for what it seemed like hours, drinking, but fortunately I didn’t feel that bad, but James didn’t came, and that was what hurt me the most…

I stand up from the chair heading towards the exit, immediately the cold air hits my skin, I need a taxi. I look around but all I could see were people throwing up on the street, people making out, some prostitutes, men smoking and drinking.

“Hey, are you alone?” A man asked from behind me, tall almost as James, long dirty brown hair, sweat falling down his forehead, a few golden teeth appearing on his amused smile, dilated pupils, and clothes that seem he’s been wearing for a week. I ignore his question stepping away, but he doesn’t seem to care since he follows me.

“I asked you a question, sweetheart… are you alone?” His eyes studying me.

“No, I’m waiting for someone, actually.” My tone is cold, firm, hoping he will leave me alone, but of course that wasn’t his goal.

“I saw you at the bar earlier… you’ve been waiting for a long time by now.” He moves closer, a hint of darkness in his voice.

“I said that I’m waiting for someone, so you can go now, thank you.” I start to feel more irritated by his presence, he laughs softly, his teeth light up in the dark of the night.

“You know I have a few friends down there that may like your company too.” He keeps moving closer, his fingertips rubbing my arm. “This street is full of women, you can look for one of them, I don’t work here… and stop touching me for fuck sake!”

I tried to act a strong as possible with such an asshole, I can’t deny that I was more scared than ever, and I could see from his eyes that he liked it, a lot.

“Maybe I can keep you all for myself then… let me take you home with me.” I start to tremble at his words.

“I said no!” I find the force to say it looking at his eyes.

“I say yes… I bet you love when men treat you like this, am I right?” He suddenly grabs my arm pulling me closer to him, I try to pull away from his grip but the fear in my flesh was overtaking me.

“Leave me alone!” My nails bury in his skin trying to free my body from him.

“Stupid slut” he murmurs pulling me. In that exact moment I hear the club door behind us suddenly open with such a strength that echoes in the air. I look at the man one more time before seeing a punch hitting his face with such a speed that makes his grip free my skin, I was so confused everything was happening in a few seconds, I close my eyes putting on focus the scene that was happening in front of me. James came, he punched repeatedly the man in his face that started to bleed covering all his face. I see the band coming out of the door too, Jason runs towards James trying to pull him away from the man that was now almost lying on the ground.

“James stop!” I shout in panic.

“Man stop! You are gonna kill him!” Jason adds finally pulling James away, his right hand covered in dark deep purple, his knuckles bleeding, there was anger in his eyes, so much anger that I never seen before. He looks at me, his eyes dark and deep, mine full of tears and fear, he quickly steps closer cupping my face in his big hands.

“Are you okay?! Did he touch you?! Did he hurt you, Y/N?!” he searches for any marks or any bruises, anything that could answer his questions, I was so scared that I couldn’t even find the words.

“Answer me Y/N!” He was so worried and angry “I’ll fucking kill him if he did so, Y/N, I swear, I’m still in time!”

My eyes wide open at his words “James calm down, he only pulled me like you saw, I’m not hurt I swear, I just got scared.”

My words rapidly leave my mouth, scared that something else could happen. He pulls my face closer kissing me roughly and desperately.

“That’s all my fault, I’m sorry” he says among the kisses.

“It’s okay James, it’s okay-“ he cuts me off.

“It’s not, Y/N, don’t even say that. He could have do something to you, more then just pulling you, and that was my fault and of those fucking drugs I didn’t tell you about.” I stay quiet at his words.

“Hey man, we gotta go now, the manager called the cops for this asshole” Kirk interrupts. James nods grabbing my hand guiding me towards the car.

The ride back at the hotel is silent, none of us dared to say something, only Lars saying some stupid shit to break the tension, who received a dirty look from the only one who was actually listening to him. James keeps his sight out of the window, his hand still bleeding.

As soon as we arrived at the hotel room James heads towards the bathroom, closing the door behind him, I could hear the shower sound echoing in the bathroom, while I sit on the edge of the bed still dressed up. I sight, before starting to undress.

I go and open the bathroom door to find his muscular figure washing his head nervously under the hot water. I look at him for a few seconds before opening the glass door and joining him. He was so angry, so nervous, some blood dripped down his body while his head was still under the water. He probably noticed me but didn’t want to make it obvious. I move closer from behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist and lying my head on his hot wet define back.

James's body tenses slightly as he feels my arms around him. He takes a shuddering breath, trying to reign in his anger and frustration.

Slowly, he turns around to face me, his hooded blue eyes searching mine with a mix of concern and guilt.

"Fuck, Y/N... I'm so fuckin’ sorry about what happened." His large hands come up to cup my face, thumbs brushing away the lingering tears from my cheeks. "I should have never let you go out there alone. I knew better than to think you'd be safe in that shithole."

He pulls me closer, his wet body pressing against mine as the shower rains down on us. His grip on my face tightens slightly, his jaw clenched with emotion.

"I swear to fucking god, if that bastard had hurt you... if he'd touch you in any way..." He trails off, unable to even finish the thought, his anger spiking once again.

James leans down, resting his forehead against mine as he seeks to calm himself.

One of his hands slides down to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my wet hair as he holds me close. The other hand slides down to the small of her back, pulling me even tighter against him. "I can't lose you, Y/N. I can't fucking lose you because of my stupid mistakes. I promise you... I'll never put you in danger like that again."

"It's okay, it's all gone now, I'm okay and you are okay.” I kiss him while his hands grabs my waist pulling me closer to his naked body.

James kisses me back with a fierce intensity, pouring all his pent-up emotion and relief into the passionate embrace. His hands roam my curves, gripping my hips tightly as he pulls me flush against his muscular, dripping wet body.

He breaks the kiss briefly, his ragged breath hot against my lips as he speaks.

"It's not okay, Y/N. It'll never be okay if you're ever in danger because of me." His voice is low and rough with emotion. "But fuck, I'm just so goddamn glad you're safe. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you."

His lips find mine again in a bruising kiss, one hand sliding up my back to tangle in my hair, gripping it tightly as he holds me in place. The other hand slides down to cup my ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he grinds his hips against mine.

James's kiss turns more demanding, more urgent as he seeks to lose himself in my warmth and softness. He needs to feel me, to confirm with every touch and caress that I’m really okay.

James swallows my gasps with another searing kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim my mouth with a desperate hunger. His hands roam my curves greedily, mapping out the dips and swells of my body as if committing them to memory.

He walks them backwards until my back hits the cool tile wall of the shower. His hips press against mine, pinning me in place as he grinds his growing arousal against my center. James's mouth trails kisses along my jaw and down the column of my throat, pausing to suck and nip at the sensitive skin. He's driven by a primal need to mark me, to stake his claim and erase any lingering fear or thoughts of that bastard who dared to touch me.

One hand slides up to cup my breast, thumb and forefinger plucking at the hardened peak as he kneads the soft mound. The other hand slides between my thighs, fingers brushing teasingly over my pussy.

"Tell me you're mine, Y/N," James growls against my throat, his voice rough with desire and possession. "Tell me no one else can ever fucking touch you like this. Only me." I smile at his words making me feel loved and safe.

“I’m all yours James.” I say softly closing my eyes at his touch. James's eyes darken with lust at my soft, a low groan rumbling in his chest. His fingers dip between my thighs, stroking through my slick folds and finding it already wet and ready for him.

"Fuck, Y/N..." he growls, his voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking perfect. So goddamn beautiful, and all mine."

He captures my lips in another searing kiss as he lifts me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist. His hard, thick length prods against my entrance, the head catching on my opening with each grind of his hips.

James breaks the kiss to look into my eyes, his own blazing with intense emotion and need. "I love you, Y/N. I fucking love you so much it hurts."

With one powerful thrust, he sheaths himself inside me, filling and stretching me completely. He stills for a moment, his forehead resting against mine as he savors the feeling of being one with me once more. I moan loudly closing my eyes, feeling his suddenly thrust pushing into my core.

James groans deeply as he feels my tight, wet heat enveloping him. He starts to move, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in, setting a hard, fast pace that echoes loudly in the tiled shower.

One hand grips my hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he holds me in place for his deep, powerful thrusts. The other hand slides up my body to palm my breast, rolling and kneading the supple mound as his thumb and forefinger pluck at the stiff peak.

He buries his face against my neck, hot breath fanning over my skin as he pants and growls with each thrust. His hips snap against mine, the force of his movements pushing me up the wall slightly.

James's control starts to slip, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate. He's chasing his release, driven by the primal need to claim and possess me. His heart pounds in his chest, sweat dripping down his muscles as he takes me with a wild abandon.

"I fucking need you, Y/N" he rasps, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his climax. "Come with me, baby. I want to feel you come around my cock. Let go for me, baby”.

His hand leaves my breast to slide between our joined bodies, his fingers finding my sensitive clit. He rubs the swollen nub in tight, hard circles, determined to push me over the edge. James's hips piston faster, the head of his cock kissing my cervix with each deep, driving thrust. The wet, obscene sound of our skins slapping against each other fills the shower, mingling with our harsh pants and moans.

"Fuck, Y/N, you feel so fucking good" he grits out, his jaw clenched tight.

His fingers rub faster over my clit, pressing down harder as he feels my start to tighten around him. James buries his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking into my skin as he hilts inside me one last time.

"Now, Y/N. Fucking come now," he demands, his deep voice rumbling through my body as his own release crashes over him. His cock throbs and pulses inside me as he spills his hot seed deep in my core, painting my walls white.

"Fuck yes, just like that baby" James praises, his voice low and rough as he feels my walls clench and quiver around him.

He keeps rubbing my clit, working me through my intense orgasm as he grinds his hips against mine, stirring his release inside me. James kisses along my neck and jaw, his hands roaming my curves reverently.

Finally, he stills, his softening length still nestled deep inside me as he holds me close. James rests his forehead against mine.

He cups my face in his hands again, thumbs brushing over my cheeks tenderly as he gazes into my eyes.

"I meant what I said, Y/N. I fucking love you. More than anything in this world..."

I smile at his words, completely breathless, his eyes deep still dark but full of love this time.

James leans in to capture my lips in a slow, deep kiss with the dance of our tongues and the gentle caress of his hands on my skin.

"Never forget that.”

-mel

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