Can You Do Cuddling On A Cold Winter Night With Jason? Just Pure Fluff Pls 😊

Hi, you write so beautifully for current James and I was wondering if I could request one, if that’s alright please? They both meet by chance and feel some connection towards each other. Reader isn’t very confident, but decides to give in and experience some loving even if it’s temporary and maybe not real. They spend an intense night full of passion, lots of emotions, different poses, etc. James is very sweet and worships all of her. They also talk to each other about everything and their bond only gets stronger. Day comes and he wakes up alone in bed as she left knowing that there never could be something between them. Feel free to add either a happy or sad ending. Thank you!! ❤️

So sorry this took me so long, I hope this is what you had in mind ❤️

Sweet connection

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ Fluff and Smut 

Beneath the fluorescent lights on the inside of the gas station, the day unfolds like a cracked vinyl record, the same monotonous tune repeating itself with every passing hour. You stand behind the counter, absentmindedly sorting through a delivery of tobacco products. It was just another boring day where customers came and went, each interaction as forgettable as the last.

“Hey, can I get one of these, please?” a voice calls out, breaking through your dull concentration.

You turn, expecting to see a tired regular or a bleary-eyed traveler seeking a caffeine fix. Instead, your heart leaps into your throat as you process the sight before you, the unmistakable silhouette of James Hetfield, standing in front of you with casual confidence.

You blink as the world suddenly dims, the buzzing lights and distant sounds fading into the background. “Oh, um... sure!" You manage, scolding yourself for how utterly starstruck you feel. You can practically feel your cheeks turning crimson.

James raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Is that a yes?” His voice was rich and deep, like the heavy thrum of a guitar riff, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

“Y-yes! Right away!” you stammer, focusing your attention back to the display of cigars as if the neatly arranged packages would provide you with the composure you desperately need. Your fingers tremble as you fish one out, nearly dropping it twice before you turn around to the register and the Metallica frontman.

As you scan the item, you risk a glance at him. James was studying you with an amused expression, those piercing blue eyes strangely warm, as if they saw more than just a stranger. “You a fan?” he asks with a chuckle, seemingly being able to see right through you, leaning against the counter, his presence both intimidating and thrilling.

“Uh, yeah! I mean, I am, but—” you interrupt yourself, unsure how to express your admiration without sounding like a babbling fangirl. “I just didn’t expect to see you here. Like, in this... gas station,” she replied awkwardly.

He chuckles again, that rich sound echoing in your ears, and you can't ignore how his soft laughter makes you feel all fluttery inside. “Yeah, I tend to haunt the unlikeliest of places."

“I can see that,” you say with a shy smile, thankful that your voice seems to be regaining some of its earlier confidence. You hand him the sealed package and your fingers brush slightly, sending a jolt of electricity through you. His gaze lingers on yours, and time feels like it has hit the brakes.

He glances around, as if noticing for the first time how small and mundane the place is. “You know, it’s nice to get away from the limelight sometimes. Just bought a house around here. That's if you're wondering what I'm doing in a small town like this." 

His words take you by surprise. You had never expected to hear something so personal from a rockstar. It was as if he felt a strange sense of trust in you, despite knowing you are a fan.

"I can understand that, Mr. Hetfield," you reply, your voice trembling slightly. "It must be hard to live a life in the spotlight."

He nods, a hint of weariness in his eyes. "Yeah. Sometimes, it's nice to just be... normal, you know? To have a quiet place to retreat to."

"It's nice here, would you like me to show you around sometime?" You ask, the question spilling from your lips before you can stop it.

He looks at you, surprised, then a slow smile spreads across his face. "I wouldn't mind that," he says, his eyes twinkling.

"Well I...you know where you can find me." You smile and watch his curious features before he pays for his cigars and gas.

You talk for a few more minutes, your conversation flowing effortlessly despite your nervous demeanor.

As he turns to leave, you can't help but feel a strange sense of connection with him. Despite your vastly different lives, you share a common desire for peace and simplicity.

"Thank you." he says, a genuine smile gracing his lips. "It's nice to talk to someone who understands. Oh and call me James."

With that, he strides out of the gas station, leaving behind a lingering sense of wonder and an unexpected memory. As you watch his car disappear into the distance, you can't shake the feeling that you just had an encounter with a man who, beneath the rockstar persona, was simply a human being longing for simple connection.

You feel your gaze drawn towards the window, the cars passing by, a welcoming distraction from your rambling thoughts. Lost in your reverie, you barely notice the incessant buzzing of a phone.

Glancing down at your own, you realize with a start that it was not the source of the noise. Your eyes fall on the foreign device resting on the counter—James' phone. A sigh escapes your lips as you realize the predicament.

Tossing up your options, you decide to return the phone after work. You know you could inquire in town about his new abode or simply search for his distinctive car.

Curiosity mingles with a sense of anticipation as you plot your evening adventure. You'll find a way to make his forgotten phone a bridge, a chance to cross the space that separates you, a chance to maybe find your way into his life.

You clock out of work at the end of your shift and get into your car, ready to face your mission. As you drive your heart beats a little faster and after a few wrong turns, you finally navigate your way to a lakeside neighborhood, where the air carries the scent of pine and tranquility.

There you spot it, a sleek black luxury SUV parked in the driveway of a very modern style country house. You park your own car and step out, your pulse racing. As you approach the house, each step is a mixture of excitement and trepidation. What if he’s not home? What if he is? Would he even remember you?

You walk up to the front door, the air thick with anticipation and ring the doorbell. Moments later, the door swings open, revealing that familiar face. He blinks in surprise, and his eyes widen in recognition. "It's you!" he exclaims, and suddenly, the world fades away.

“Your phone,” you manage to say, holding it out like a peace offering. His soft laugh dances through the evening air.

"Oh wow, there it is, I had no clue where I left my phone, I was searching the whole house. Can't believe you went through all this trouble to bring it back to me despite not knowing where to find me...," he says, his voice filled with gratitude.

"It was no trouble at all...it's a small town you know..." you reply, trying to keep your cool despite the fact that you were standing in front of one of your biggest idols. "I just wanted to make sure you got it back."

"Well thank you, I appreciate it," James says, a small smile playing on his lips. "Would you like to come in for a drink? I feel like I owe you one."

You can't believe your luck. Not only are you standing at James Hetfield's front door, but now he is inviting you into his home. "Oh I...I would love to," you say, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice.

As you walk into his house, you can't help but take in every detail. A very rustic farmhouse style but at the same time very modern and the air was filled with the faint scent of incense. James leads you to the living room and offers some coffee which you gladly accept.

"So, I didn't get your name did I?" James asks from the kitchen, before taking a seat on the couch next to you after placing two cups of coffee on the wooden table in front of you.

"I'm Y/N," you reply, feeling a rush of nerves at the thought of actually having a conversation with him.

"Well, Y/N, I have to say, I'm impressed by your honesty and determination, I haven't even realized I lost my phone for the longest time, and that anyone who found it would respect my privacy is quite a rare thing I guess...," James says, his eyes meeting yours.

You feel your cheeks flush at his words. "Oh I promise I haven't touched it since finding it on the counter...I just couldn't let your phone go missing," you say, trying to sound casual.

James chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, I'm glad you did. And who knows, maybe it was fate that brought us together. It's nice to get to know someone from around the area you know." 

You can't believe what you are hearing. Is James Hetfield actually flirting with you? You take a sip of your coffee, trying to calm your racing heart.

As the evening goes on, you talk and laugh, sharing stories and getting to know each other. And as the hours pass, you realize that maybe, just maybe, this chance encounter at work could turn into something more for real.

"You know I'm having quite a hard time these days, after my recent divorce..." James says as he's staring ahead as if to avoid your gaze despite deciding to tell you about his personal problems.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. I can only imagine how difficult it must be for you," you reply sympathetically, reaching out to touch his hand in a gesture of comfort.

"Yeah, it's been tough. I never thought I would be going through something like this. I thought she was the one, you know?" James says, his voice filled with a hint of sadness.

"I understand. It's never easy when a relationship comes to an end, especially when you thought it would last forever," you say, trying to offer some words of encouragement.

"I just feel a little lost, like I put so much of myself into that relationship, and now it's gone," James tells you.

"It's okay to feel that way, James. It's all a part of the healing process. Just remember that you are not alone, and there are people who care about you and want to help you through a difficult time," you say, squeezing his hand gently.

"I appreciate that, I really do. It's just hard, you know." James says.

"Take it one day at a time. Allow yourself to process your feelings. And remember, there is always hope for a brighter future, even in the darkest of times," you say, offering him a small smile of reassurance.

"Thank you for listening, and for being here for me. It means more than you know," James says, finally meeting your gaze with a look of gratitude in his eyes.

"Of course, James. I want to see you happy. You deserve nothing less," you say, giving his hand one final squeeze before letting go.

As you sit in silence, the weight of James' words hanging in the air, you realize that sometimes the greatest act of kindness is simply being there for someone in their time of need. And in that moment, you know that you will do whatever it takes to help James find his way back to happiness. As much as you can do that is.

"Thank you, really. I'll be fine, I just had to get away for a bit, so I came here and bought this house. You know a place I can come back to whenever I need to clear my head for a while."

"You sure made the right decision like you'll love it here and this view? Look at that, it's fantastic." Admires the sight out of the large windows, giving you an amazing overview of the lake outside. 

As you stare out into the scenery, James nods but keeps his eyes on you, having a much better view, admiring the person in front of him, yearning for something that makes him feel desired and something that reminds him of his once felt love towards someone. 

The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, reflected in the still surface of the lake. "I know it's beautiful," James says, his voice calm and soft, "but not quite as beautiful as you..."

You turn your head, catching the warmth in his gaze. He had moved closer, his arm resting against the back of the sofa, his hand gently resting on your thigh. A shiver runs down your spine, not from the cool air, but from the intensity of his eyes.

"James..." you breathe, your heart hammering against your ribs. He doesn't speak, simply leans in, his lips coming to brush yours in a feather-light touch. His kiss was slow, a gentle exploration, tasting of the unspoken desires.

You feel a rush of emotions flood through you as you melt into his touch. The world around you seems to fade away as you lose yourself in the moment. His hand moves from your thigh to cup your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your skin.

You can feel the heat between you, the electricity crackling in the air. It seems to be a moment of pure connection, a moment where everything else ceases to exist. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own.

You kiss him back eagerly as he pulls you closer. And then, suddenly, he grabs your leg and pulls you into his lap, holding onto your thighs to keep you seated.

His touch is electric, sending a jolt of desire through you as you look into his eyes, dark with desire. "Do you want this?" he whispers against your lips, his breath hot against your skin.

You nod, unable to form words as you lean in to kiss him again. The connection between you is intense, a fire burning between you that threatens to consume you both.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, you look into his eyes and whisper, "Yes, I need this..."

And with that, you surrender yourself to the passion that had been building between you, letting go of all inhibitions as you give yourself over.

You can feel James' hands grabbing onto your hips, pulling you closer to him, body pressed against his. The contact is making you shiver and your heart pound in your chest. 

His lips find your neck, placing hot kisses on your skin and you moan softly, hands moving to the hem of his shirt, fingers finding their way underneath the fabric, feeling his warm skin. 

Your touch makes goosebumps rise on James' skin, his lips moving to your ear, breath hot against your flesh.

"You're so fucking sexy," he whispers, his hands moving to your thighs, fingers digging into them. You bite your bottom lip, hands wandering to the front of his pants, your fingers nervously fumbling with his belt. You can already feel the hardness through James' jeans, your body influenced by the action.

You let out a soft breath as your digits finally manage to undo his belt, hand slipping inside his pants, your fingers wrapping around his hard cock.

"Fuck, Y/N," James gasps, his hips bucking into your hand. You start to stroke him, hand moving up and down his length, your thumb brushing over the head of his cock, spreading the precum that had leaked out. You can feel him getting harder in your palm and you lean forward once more, lips finding his, your tongues dancing together as you continue to stroke him.

"I want you, James," You whisper against his mouth and James lets out a soft groan, his large hands moving to your ass, pulling you closer to him.

"I want to feel you inside of me." You murmur into the kiss. "Fuck, if you continue doing this, I'm gonna cum," James moans as you can feel him getting closer. 

He lets out a soft sigh, his hands moving to your shirt, undoing the buttons. You squeal internally as he removes it from your shoulders, hands going to your bra, undoing the clasp. As the bra falls away, James's hands replace it, cupping your petite breasts, thumbs gently brushing over peaked nipples. He kneads the soft flesh, his touch both possessive and adoring. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his lips finding yours again, his kiss tender and deep.

You moan into the kiss, body trembling with need. James's expert touch drives you wild, and you can feel your pussy getting wetter by the second. You pull away slightly, eyes dark with desire. "James, please."

In response, James moves to gently push you down onto your back, bare skin touching the texture of the sofa and your legs wrapping themselves around his waist. 

He kicks off his shoes before pulling the shirt over his head, your eyes locked on his delicious appearance, body well maintained, tattooed arms strong and ready to keep you in place.  

James's hands move to the waist of your pants, quickly undoing the button and pulling the zipper down. With a swift motion, he peels the pants off, leaving you in only a pair of skimpy lace panties.

James gazes at your naked body, a look of appreciation on his face. "You're gorgeous," he breathes, his eyes raking over your form. "I can't wait any longer."

With that, James is on his feet and quickly sheds the rest of his own clothes, his cock erect and proud, throbbing with need. "I want you inside of me," you murmur.

Groaning, James climbs back onto the sofa, hovering over your body, hooking his inked fingers into the waistband of your panties before pulling them down your legs. Left bare, he situates himself between your spread legs. He rubs his tip teasingly against your wet entrance, causing your hips to buck instinctively. "You want it, baby?" he asks, his voice thick with desire. "Tell me how much you want this." 

"I want it so bad." You pant, eyes fixed on where both of your bodies join. "Please, fill me up. I need to feel you, take me hard."

James doesn't need to be told twice. With a savage growl, he plunges deep into your tight and welcoming heat. You cry out, your back arching off the sofa as you feel every inch of James's thick cock filling you up.

He starts to move, his hips snapping as he establishes a steady rhythm. Your hands grasp his ass, pulling him closer, urging him to go deeper. "Fuck me, James," you moan, voice breathy. "Harder, please."

James complies, slamming into you needily with each powerful thrust. Your eyes roll back in your head as you cling to James, nails digging into his flesh. "That's it, baby," James growls, his hands holding onto your thighs, spreading them wider to allow even deeper penetration. "Take it all. You're doing so good."

The sound of your flesh slapping together fills the room, accompanied by your whines of pleasure. James leans down, capturing a swollen nipple with his mouth, sucking and biting gently as he continues to thrust. "You gonna cum for me?" he urges, his voice rough. "Let me feel you come around my cock."

Your soon to be happening orgasm hits you like a freight train. You cry out, body shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washes over you. James feels your pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock, milking him, and it's all he can take. With a few more powerful thrusts, he spills himself deep inside of you, moaning freely as his release coats your gummy walls.

Collapsing onto your sweaty body, James tries to catch his breath, his own body slick with sweat. Your arms wrap around him, a satisfied smile on your face. "That was incredible," you whispered, stroking James's silver hair.

James chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "We're not done yet," he promises, already feeling his cock stirring again. "I have a feeling this night is going to be very long and very satisfying."

And it was. James and you explore each other's bodies with relentless passion, discovering new ways to pleasure each other with each passing hour. It was a night of uninhibited desire, one that both would remember with intense satisfaction for a very long time.

The sheets were a tangled mess, and your bodies were spent, but the smile on your faces said it all. It was a night of pure, unadulterated, erotic bliss but it all seemed to end too soon when James awoke in his bed by early morning, left with nothing but a cold and empty mattress next to him, your presence still lingering in every cell of his body, making him let out a sigh as he stares at the ceiling wondering when he deserves to feel that certain kind of happiness again, not just for one simple night but for a brighter future.

But little did he know that you would come back with a warm smile and a fresh breakfast waiting for him, driving all the way to the best bakery in town by early morning, hoping he would still be asleep and not sad about your disappearance. And after the sun rises he would be one happy man with wonderful hopes for the future. 

collection of some of my favorite metallica images because i NEED to share them

my life has never been the same since i discovered this stupid band

anyway part 2 maybe coming soon with pictures of james and kirk together because i have a collection >:)

Shoreline Amphitheatre, 22 Jul 1994

his beautiful neck

Hi. Love your work so much. Can you please write about Lars × reader being friends for years but they both had crush on each other secretly and they never showed their real feelings for each other and finally Lars confesses about his feelings? And please include smut and thirst 🙈 sorry for my bad English anyway

All the words I don't say

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ smut, friends to lovers

Lars and I had been friends for years. We met after one of their shows in the early days of Metallica and instantly hit it off. We shared the same sense of humor, the same interests, and the same group of friends. But there was always something more between us, something unspoken.

We both had a crush on each other, but we never dared to admit it. We were afraid of ruining our friendship, of making things awkward between us. So we kept our feelings hidden, buried deep inside.

One night, Lars invited me to a party at the Metallimansion. He opened the door and we smiled at each other before he pulled me into a hug. "Hey I'm so glad you could make it," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

I returned his hug, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "I wouldn't miss a good party." I replied, feeling a rush of happiness at being in his arms.

Taking my hand, Lars energetically pulled me into the house, where the air was filled with the thumping bass of music, towards the rest of Metallica standing near the makeshift bar area. They were laughing loudly at some joke when they noticed the both of us approaching.

"Hey guys! Look who's here." Lars announced with a wide smile, pulling me closer to him possessively. His hand still holding mine tightly.

James raised an eyebrow at the sight of our joined hands. A smirk played across his lips as he looked between the two of us knowingly. "Hey Y/N, how you doing? You two look pretty comfortable there."

Kirk and Cliff chuckled knowingly and Lars quickly let go of your hand, his cheeks turning crimson. "Sorry Y/N. Let's get you something to drink, what do you want, beer, shots?"

I looked from our hands to Lars' blushing face. "It's ok...beer would be nice, yea..."

Lars nodded, grateful for the change of subject and hurried off to grab two bottles from the kitchen.

In the meantime, Cliff sidled up beside me with a sly grin. "So, you and Lars, huh? Never thought I'd see the day."

Before I could respond, Kirk chimed in excitedly. "Ooh, dish the deets! How did this happen? Did he finally work up the nerve to talk to you?" His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned in closer.

My thoughts were suddenly all over the place, confusion written all over my face. "Wait, guys, what are you talking about? You seem to get something wrong..."

Just then, Lars returned with the drinks, handing one over to me carefully. He shot his friends a warning glare before they raised their hands in surrender, smirked and wandered off to find James.

I had no clue what was going on with Lars and the sudden assumptions but decided to find out later, feeling the need to get drunk first.

A few drinks later, I stood and mingled with some friends, I couldn't help but steal glances at Lars. He looked handsome as ever, with his feathered hair and easy smile. Seeing him talk to any girl made me feel a pang in my chest, knowing that I could not have him.

Intrigued by the boys' earlier words plus Lars's weird behavior, I decided to ask James about it, when I saw him standing outside by himself, but unfortunately, I only got a snicker and a shrug with the words, "Don't ask me, he needs to tell you himself."

The words echoed in my mind all night as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Could it be possible that Lars felt the same way about me?

As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, Lars eventually pulled me aside. He looked nervous, his hands fidgeting with his drink. "Hey, can we talk?"

I nodded before he led me to his room, away from the noise and prying eyes.

"Lars, what's going on with you tonight?" I asked, concern and confusion lacing my voice.

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine. "I have something to tell you," he said. "I was acting weird because...I've been trying to figure out how to tell you something."

"Alright, here goes nothing..."

Lars took another deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say, his heart pounding as he looked into my eyes.

"I...I like you, Y/N. Like, really like you. More than just friends." The words tumbled out in a rush, as if he couldn't hold them back anymore. "I have for a while, but I didn't know how to tell you."

He reached out tentatively, taking my hand in his. His palm was sweaty, betraying his nerves. "I understand if this changes things between us. If you don't feel the same way. But I needed you to know."

Lars held his breath, waiting for my response. I was speechless. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Lars had feelings for me? It was like a dream, too good to be true.

"You... you like me?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with a mixture of shock and uncertainty.

"Yes, Y/N," he replied, his gaze unwavering. Time seemed to stand still as I processed the implications of his words. Had I been so oblivious to his feelings?

"I don't know what to say, Lars," I admitted, my voice barely above a murmur. "I never expected this."

"I understand," he said softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "This is... quite unexpected, I guess."

I took a deep breath and met his gaze. "Lars," I said, my voice filled with a newfound confidence, "I think I feel the same way."

He looked back at me, surprise registering in his eyes. "You do?"

"Yeah I always had a little crush on you to be honest...I just thought you weren't interested in me..."

He looked taken aback for a moment, but then a smile slowly spread across his face. "I had no idea... You're quite good at hiding it, playing it cool, you know."

Lars stepped closer, the gap between us slowly closing. "Maybe I should have been less subtle...and do this." He gently cups my cheek and leans in to press his lips against mine.

The kiss was gentle and slightly hesitant at first, a silent question in his touch. But slowly he deepened it, his other hand coming up to rest at the small of my back, pulling me closer.

Before long, we moved onto the bed, sharing fiery kisses. Lars hand slipped beneath my top, gently caressing my skin. I arched into him, craving more of his touch as he broke the kiss and leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he murmured, "I've wanted this for so long."

"If this is just a dream, don't wake me up." I heard him chuckle and smile before he started to undress me until I was almost left bare, his own clothes following right away.

Lars' lips crashed into mine once again, his body covering mine as he settled between my thighs. His hands circled my breasts as his muscular chest pressed against my soft mounds and his arousal brushed against my belly, a clear indication of the desire coursing through his veins.

As he pulled back from the kiss, his fingers wandered and brushed against my damp panties, making me gasp.

"You sure about this?" Lars' eyes were dark with lust as they locked with mine, a silent promise of the pleasure that awaited and I could only nod, eager for more. "I'm sure."

He smiled and pulled my panties down my legs before his skilled fingers danced along my slick folds, teasing my throbbing clit with feather-light touches that sent jolts of electricity through my body. I arched into his touch, desperate for more contact, more pressure.

He lavished attention on my neck now, peppering kisses along my jaw. My skin prickled with goosebumps as he worked his way down, leaving a trail of heated passion in his wake.

Lars positioned himself between my spread legs, his cock, hard and insistent, prodded at my entrance, seeking permission to claim me fully.

He paused, searching my face for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, but found only lust-filled eyes gazing back at him.

Slowly, deliberately, Lars pushed forward, sinking into my welcoming heat. A soft moan rips from his throat as my walls clench around him, enveloping his shaft in slick, pulsating warmth.

Once he was fully sheathed, Lars stilled, allowing us both to savor the intense sensation of being joined so intimately.

As he began to move, I stared up at him with dreamy eyes before he leans in to kiss me once more, whispering against my lips. "You're utter perfection."

The tenderness of his declaration contrasted beautifully with the passion of his lovemaking. Each deliberate stroke of his cock inside me sent waves of pleasure crashing over my senses. My legs wrap around his waist, urging him deeper, my heels digging into the small of his back.

The world narrowed to the feel of skin on skin, the sound of heavy breathing, and the relentless pulse of our hearts beating as one.

With each stroke, Lars brought me closer to that yearning sensation. "Lars, don't stop."

"Never, babygirl," Lars said, his voice strained with pleasure as he continued to piston in and out of my slick heat. His hips snapped forward with increasing urgency, driving his length deeper into me.

My nails dug into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as the coil of tension in my belly wound tighter and tighter. Every fiber of my being screams for release, begging to be swept away.

"Lars!" I cry out, my voice a desperate whine. "I'm so close!" In response, he angled his thrusts to hit that magical spot within me, sending shockwaves of bliss rippling through my core.

The pressure built, cresting higher and higher, until finally, with a loud moan suppressed by his mouth capturing my lips, I came undone, my body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.

At the peak of my climax, Lars buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he reached his own summit with a passionate moan.

"Oh fuck, that was incredible. "Lars cradled me close, his heart hammering against my chest as he kissed my lips.

Eventually, the storm subsided, leaving us both spent and sated. Lars carefully withdrew, his softened member slipping free with a wet pop. He gathered me into his arms, holding me tightly as we both basked in the warm aftermath of our lovemaking.

"You're amazing, I think I love you..." Lars murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

"I think I love you too..." I mustered a bright smile, and just lay there with him, embracing the warmth of Lars' strong arms, I allowed myself to drift into a peaceful reverie, the pounding music and laughter from below fading into insignificance.

After a while, Lars gently disentangled himself from me. "We should probably get dressed and rejoin the party," he suggested, a hint of reluctance in his tone.

With a sigh, I nodded, knowing he's right. The night was still young, and our friends would surely wonder where you've disappeared to.

"What are we gonna tell the guys?" I asked with a chuckle. "Are we gonna show off?"

"We don't. They knew all along. And yes, we're gonna show off because you're stuck with me now." Lars answered with a smirk.

"Stuck with you, huh? Well, I suppose I can live with that."

Can you pls do a new years fluff or smut with James? :)

Happy new year! 🍀❤️

Midnight magic

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ fluff, friends to lovers

It was New Year's Eve, and the party you got invited to, was in full swing. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and everyone seemed to be having a great time. But for me, there was a cloud of frustration and sadness hanging over my head.

I watched as couples kissed and danced, their eyes filled with love and adoration for each other. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I longed for that kind of connection with someone. Specifically, with James.

James and I have been friends with benefits for a while now. We had mutually agreed that we weren't made for relationships and that catching feelings was off the table. But despite our agreement, I couldn't help but fall for him.

As I watched him across the room, laughing and flirting with another girl, my heart ached. I wanted to be the one he was dancing with, the one he was kissing at midnight.

Despite trying to enjoy the party, I found myself still lost in thought as I mulled over my complicated situationship with James. We were more than friends, but less than a couple.

At first, it was all fun and games. The sex was great, and we enjoyed each other's company. But as time went on, I found myself wanting more. I wanted something real, something meaningful. I wanted love.

But James was content with our arrangement. He was happy with the way things were, and he didn't seem to want anything more. And that realization left me feeling kind of hopeless.

I couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same way I did. Did he ever think about us being more than just fuck-friends? Did he ever imagine a future where we could be together, truly together?

But deep down, I knew the answer. James was not in love with me. He enjoyed our physical connection, but he didn't feel the same emotional attachment that I did. And that realization hurt more than I cared to admit.

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, I couldn't help but feel a pang of desolation. I knew I wouldn't be getting the famous midnight kiss this year once again. Instead, I would be left alone, surrounded by friends but feeling utterly alone.

Sipping on my drink, I looked up and let my gaze wander over the crowd of familiar faces. James eventually caught my eye from across the room.

He must have noticed the somber look on my face because he made his way over to me, concern etched on his handsome features. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

"Yea sure, everything's fine. I was just lost in thought for a moment." I forced a smile and nodded, not wanting to ruin the mood of the evening. But deep down, I knew that I couldn't keep pretending that everything was fine between us.

"Really? I don't quite believe that." James replied, eyeing me skeptically as he finished his drink.

His skepticism made me suddenly feel exposed. His piercing blue eyes bore into mine, dissecting my facade with ease.

"Why?" I retorted curtly, trying to maintain my composure despite the increasing pressure building within me.

"I know you." James said softly, standing much too close. "And right now...you're clearly lying." His words hung heavy in the air, a stark reality that I've been avoiding.

"Why would I lie to you...?" My voice trailed off, uncertainty creeping into my tone as I grappled with the truth of my feelings.

"Will you come with me? We really need to talk." James exhaled sharply before he grabbed my wrist and watched me intently, waiting for my reaction.

His touch sent a ripple of uncertainty through me and I nodded, knowing I couldn’t avoid this conversation any longer.

He led me outside onto the rooftop, away from the noise of our friends and the intoxicating haze of the party. The view was breathtaking, twinkling lights stretched across the skyline like a sea of stars. But despite the beauty surrounding us, my heart felt heavy.

James held out a cigarette for me to take, lighting it up before he lit his own, taking a long drag to calm his mind. "Now tell me, what's on your mind? Did I do something?"

I hesitated for a moment, watching the smoke leave my mouth, twirling into the cold night air. "No, it's just...what's this thing between us? Is it all a joke to you?"

James took another drag from his cigarette, his brow furrowing as he considered my words. He exhaled slowly, choosing his next words carefully.

"No, it's not a joke at all," he said quietly, turning to face me fully. In the moonlight, my eyes seemed to glow with emotion - confusion, hurt, hope. His gaze dropped to my lips and an almost overwhelming urge surged through him to close the distance between us and finally taste my sweetness for himself.

But no, he couldn't rush this. Couldn't risk ruining whatever tentative bond was forming between us with his impatience. I deserved more than a drunken make-out session or casual quick fuck.

"What we have...It's confusing and complicated and maybe even a little crazy given the circumstances, but it's not some prank or game."

James stepped closer, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering against my cheek, his whole being screaming to call me his as his other hand keeps me in place, holding on to my hip.

"James, stop. I can't do this anymore. We need to end this. I should've known this was a big mistake..." I whispered as I tried to gently push him away, but he held on to me tightly.

"Y/N, I know I can be an ass sometimes. I know I push your buttons and get under your skin, say shit I don't mean. But there's a reason for that."

James tightened his grip on my hip, pulling me flush against him as his thumb caressed my cheekbone. His blue eyes burned into mine with raw intensity, a storm of emotions swirling in their depths.

"What reason would there be?" I asked, my voice shaking with uncertainty.

"I'm an ass because I don't know how else to handle my feelings. And it terrifies me because I don't know how to do this."

"No, I mean, I'm the one who broke our agreement and caught feelings..."

James let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his tousled mane as he looked away briefly, clearly struggling with his words.

When he met my gaze again, his eyes were filled with a vulnerable sincerity that made my heart ache. "You think you're the only one who broke the rules here, Y/N?"

"You're the only one who makes me feel anything at all. The only one who sees through my bullshit. The only one who makes me want to be better than I am."

"You really mean it?" I breathed out, my mind having a hard time processing his words as I stared at James, his blue eyes boring right into my soul.

"Why don't you let me show you, how much I mean it?" He spoke tenderly and leaned in to press soft lips onto mine before I could process it.

James pulled me into him, his hands coming to rest on either side of my face as he moved his lips against my own, molding together perfectly and I felt the familiar electricity spreading through my body with an intensity I'd never felt before.

We seemed to forget about time as the clock stroke midnight and the first fireworks burst overhead, painting the night sky with vibrant hues of red, gold, and purple. James broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against my lips, "Happy New Year, Y/N. I love you."

Then, with a smoldering intensity, he captured my mouth once more in a passionate kiss that left me breathless.

The explosions of color in the sky seemed to mirror the fireworks of sensation igniting within me, each spark of pleasure fueled by the heat of James' embrace.

Lost in the magic of the moment, I forgot about everything except the man holding me close, the taste of his lips and the solid strength of his arms around me as I could finally call him mine.

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