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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.

heyyy you write beautifully for current James and I was wondering can I request one, if that’s alright please? They both are best friends knowing each other since they were born(they both are famous rockstars) After James divorce the reader comforts him (you can add the smut part here if you want 🙈) James realized that she was the one who he should marry not his ex wife. Feel free to add something else🖤🖤🖤

Hope you like this ❣️

Blind

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ smut, friends to lovers

You and James had been best friends since childhood. Growing up together, you shared everything from secrets to dreams. Both of you had a passion for music, and as you got older, you both pursued your dreams of becoming rockstars.

You found success with your band, while James found fame with his own. Despite being in different bands, you remained close friends, always supporting each other through the ups and downs of the music industry.

When James went through a tough divorce, you were there for him every step of the way. You listened to him vent and reminded him of his worth. You were his rock during his darkest days, and he couldn't have been more grateful for your unwavering support.

As time passed, James began to see you in a different light. He realized that you were the one who had always been there for him, the one who truly understood him and cared for him. He started to see that you were the one he should have married, not his ex-wife, realizing that he was slowly falling in love with you over all these years.

One day, as you were sitting together backstage, after a show, your band being the opening act for Metallica. The energy from the show still buzzing in the air.

James let out a sigh, running a hand through his sweaty silver hair  "Man, that was a killer show. Thanks for being a part of it." You smiled with a hand on his shoulder. "Of course, James. Today was so great. You guys were amazing as always."

He nodded, but you could see the weight of something else on his shoulders. "What's on your mind? You seem a little off."

James hesitated for a moment before opening up. "It's just...my divorce. It's been weighing on me a lot lately. I thought I was okay, but it's still hard, you know?"

You nodded sympathetically, knowing how tough it must be for him. "I'm here for you, James. You know that, right?"

He smiled gratefully, but then his expression turned serious. "There's something else I need to tell you, though. Something I've been keeping to myself for a while now." You raised an eyebrow, curious. "What is it?"

James took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. "I...I have feelings for you. More than just friendship. I've been trying to ignore it, but it's been eating away at me."

You were taken aback, not expecting this confession. But as you looked into his eyes, you saw the sincerity and vulnerability there. And at that moment, you realized that maybe he always secretly had the same feelings for you as you had for him. Wondering if you could have been married to him all this time instead of his ex-wife, sparing him the difficult divorce. But perhaps the divorce was needed to make space for something new.

"I...I don't know what to say, James," you stammered, feeling a rush of emotions. "I never knew you felt that way."

He reached out, taking your hand in his. "I understand if you don't feel the same. I just had to tell you. I couldn't keep it inside any longer."

You squeezed his hand, feeling a warmth spreading through you. "James, I...I think I feel the same way. I did for a long time, actually. I never thought you would like me in that way."

A smile spread across his face, relief evident in his eyes. "Really? You mean it?" You nodded, feeling a weight lifting off your chest. "Yes, James. I mean it."

And in that moment, backstage after a show, you and James shared a tender, heartfelt moment that would change the course of your friendship forever. Love had been hiding in the shadows, but now it was out in the open, ready to be embraced.

James smiled even more, sitting closer until you were mere inches from his body, his hand resting on your knee. He looked into your eyes, blushing. After a pause, he spoke up, his voice soft as though he was testing the waters. “I don't know what to say, um...maybe I...Can I... do something?”

You look into his blue eyes, managing a nod. James smiled tenderly, a little nervous, and lifted one of his hands to cup the side of your face, gently caressing your skin with his thumb. Without another word, James leaned in and kissed me, his lips soft and tender against mine. The kiss quickly deepened, igniting a fire within me that I had never felt before.

James hummed into the kiss, enjoying it more than he could ever imagine, which caused him to pull you closer against his body until you were pressed flush, almost no space between you two. He softly nibbled on your lower lip, silently asking for permission to continue further.

You felt your body temperature heat up and parted your lips as James slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth, his hands now gripping your hips firmly, pulling you to him. His tongue explored your mouth hungrily, a low hum reverberating in his chest.

You melt into him, now desperate for more. James continued to kiss you, his hands gripped your hips, almost possessively now, as his tongue began to gently and slowly swirl around your own. His mind was filled with you, and nothing but you. He slowly pushed you backwards until your back hit the soft cushions of the sofa.

You let out a sigh and wrapped your arms around his neck as James' body hovered over yours, strong tattooed arms kept you locked in place.

James broke the kiss for a moment, his breathing coming out in short, shallow breaths as he looked down at you, his eyes slowly raking over your form. "You're so beautiful...was so blind..." He was panting slightly, his cheeks flushed, as he lowered his head towards your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses from your jawline down to your collarbone, all the while hardening in his pants.

"Should have told you years ago, I'm sorry..." You whispered, running your fingers through his silver locks. James mumbled against your skin, his words low and his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck.

He began to leave a trail of small, gentle nips and kisses across your collarbone, his hands slowly making their way down to grip the back of your thighs. “Nevermind that... ‘m gonna make up for lost time now...”

James groaned low against your skin when you wrapped your thigh around his waist. One of his hands quickly slipped underneath it, his fingers gripping the back of it to hold you in place against him. He left a trail of kisses up the underside of your jaw, reaching your ear, and nipping at the soft lobe, gently pulling it between his teeth, his hips shifting to press against your core.

"Mhm James, I need to feel all of you...waited so long..." James groaned softly against your neck before he quickly lifted his head to look down at you. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in the sight of you. He was panting, his breath coming in shallow gasps now. “Are you sure? I don’t know if I can stop once I start, princess...”

"I don't know if I want you to stop once you start." You smiled and watched him expectantly. James looked at you for just a moment before he gently cups one side of your face with his large hand, his thumb caressing your cheek gently.

He lent down and presses a soft, slow kiss to your lips, all while his other hand slowly slides under the hem of your shirt, his fingers slowly skimming over the soft skin at your waist. When he pulled away from the kiss, he whispered against your lips. “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.”

James slowly began to pull your shirt up, exposing more of your skin, all while his mouth began to leave a trail of kisses down the new bared skin, stopping to remove the piece of clothing from you, throwing it aside.

He looked down at your bra for a moment before he gently palmed your breast through the fabric until his other hand snaked around to your back to undo the hook of your bra. “God… I’ve imagined seeing you like this… so many times… couldn’t get the sight out of my mind…”

James gently slipped your bra off and quickly tossed it somewhere, his eyes slowly raking over your bare chest. He swallowed thickly before he looked back at you, his breath catching in his throat for a moment. “You're perfect."

You shivered once the cool air hit your naked chest, nipples standing tall in anticipation. James slowly lowered his head to your chest, his gaze never leaving your own as he began to lay a trail of open-mouthed kisses and gentle nips along your collarbone, down the center of your chest, his hands squeezing you gently, followed by a pause to undress from the sweaty shirt he's wearing adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor.

He kicked off his boots before opening his leather pants to undress, before he placed hungry kisses on your belly. James warm breath caressed your skin, you felt a shiver run down your spine. His gentle kisses left a path of tingling desire in their wake.

When he reached the waistband of your shorts, he paused, seeking silent consent. Your body was arching subtly into his touch, as if begging him to proceed. With a soft hum of approval, James eased your zipper down, his fingers grazing the sensitive flesh beneath. He peeled back the fabric, revealing the lacy edges of your panties. A slow, sensual smile spreads across his face as he pulls the heeled boots from your feet, followed by your shorts.

You watched his every move, impatiently waiting to finally feel all of the man you always dreamed of. James admired the sight before leaning down to place a soft kiss right above your clit, through the lace, making you wetter by the second.

The delicate lace of your panties was no barrier to James's questing mouth. He pressed tender kisses against the damp fabric, his breath hot and enticing against your most intimate area. Each kiss sent ripples of pleasure coursing through your body, making you squirm restlessly beneath him. The friction of the lace against your swollen clit heightened your sensitivity, and you couldn't suppress a needy whimper as your hips lift involuntarily, seeking more contact. "James, please, I need you."

James chuckled low in his throat as his hands slid up your thighs, thumbs brushing against the outer lips of your sex through the thin material. Slowly, almost reverently, he begun to peel away the lacy barrier, exposing your glistening folds to his eager gaze.

He discarded his boxers with haste, freeing his impressive length from its confines. It sprang forth, thick and hard. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him, your tongue darting out to wet suddenly dry lips. He looked magnificent, all sinewy muscle and raw masculinity. When he wrapped one large hand around his shaft, giving himself a slow stroke from base to tip, you couldn't tear your gaze away.

The movement was mesmerizing, his calloused palm gliding over velvety skin. He pumped himself languidly, his thumb swirling around the leaking head, smearing the clear fluid. All the while, his heated gaze remained locked on yours, dark with promise and barely restrained hunger.

"Up to your expectations, sweetheart? Tell me, do you want this?" James hovered over you, hot and ready.

Without breaking eye contact, you reached up and grasped James's firm buttocks, pulling him closer until the tip of his cock nudges against your slick folds. "Give me what I wanted for so long."

Your words, laced with longing and yearning, serve as a catalyst for the intense moment about to unfold. With a sigh, James lined up with your entrance before sheathing himself within your welcoming heat. A collective gasp echoed through the room as he fills you completely, his girth stretching your inner walls deliciously.

For a fleeting instant, you remained still, savoring the sensation of being utterly joined. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, James began to move. Each stroke was a masterful blend of tenderness and passion, designed to stoke the flames of your desire to a fever pitch.

As he picked up pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, punctuated by your breathy moans and James's guttural groans.

Your body responded instinctively to James's rhythmic thrusts, undulating beneath him as waves of pleasure began to crest. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, so deeply connected to another, was almost overwhelming in its intensity.

With each powerful stroke, James seemed to hit that sweet spot inside you, sending jolts of electricity coursing through your veins. Your nails dig into his back, urging him on as you lost yourself in the relentless build of ecstasy.

James's hands roamed your curves possessively, one palm cupping your breast while the other teases your clit. His touch was electric, every caress heightening the ardor between you until you were both panting and straining towards the precipice of climax.

"Oh fuck, Jamie. I'm coming..." Your breathy cry of impending release spurred James on, his hips pistoning faster as he drives into you with renewed vigor.

"I've got you," James rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own orgasm. "Let go, sweetheart. Come for me."

His thumb on your clit rubbed tight circles around the swollen nub as he continues to pound into you. The dual sensations prove too much, and with a keening wail, you tumble over the edge into oblivion.

Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over you, your inner muscles clamping down around James's shaft as you convulse beneath him.

James' body tensed, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he buries himself to the hilt within you. His hot seed pulsed forth in powerful spurts, filling you to the brim as he rides out the intense climax.

For a few moments, you remained entwined, caught in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. James' face was a mask of satisfaction, his eyes closed as he savors the feeling of your warmth enveloping him. You could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your own, a soothing counterpoint to the chaos of emotions swirling inside you.

Slowly, James pulled out, his softening member slipping free with a wet sound. A tender smile played on his lips as he brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "I was a blind man, very blind..."

"And I was just plain stupid to not tell you what I feel..." As you lay there, breathless and spent, you knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. Despite the challenges and obstacles that lay ahead, you were certain that your love would conquer all.

And as you held each other close, you whispered, "I love you, James. I always will." And in that moment, you knew that you were meant to be together, now and forever.

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. 

Hiii can you do a part 2 of forbidden encounter

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Forbidden Encounter 2

After your last secret encounter James invites you to a party at his house where you end up having another spicy adventure in his garden shed.

Read Part 1

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ Smut, age gap

It was a perfect summer day, the sun shining brightly in the sky and a gentle breeze blowing through the air. You had been invited to a BBQ party at James' house, and you couldn't wait to see him again after your last encounter. As you arrive at the party, you can hear the sound of laughter and chatter coming from the garden where everyone was gathered. You walk over to join the bunch of people, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at being around James again.

You spot him standing by the grill, chatting with some friends. He looks handsome as ever, his tattooed arms peeking from his shirt as he takes care of lighting up the barbecue with a big smile on his face as he talks. You can't help but feel a flutter in your chest as you make your way over to him. He turns to face you as you approach, his smile widening at the sight of you.

"Hey, there you are," he says, reaching out to give you a quick hug. "I'm so glad you could make it."

You return his hug, feeling a rush of warmth at his touch and the smell of his perfume intoxicates your mind . You can't deny the chemistry between the two of you, and being in his presence only heightens your feelings.

"Hey James. Do you need help with anything?" You speak, offering your assistance.

James looks over at you with a knowing smile. "No, it's alright. Just sit back and relax."

You nod, feeling a little guilty for not making yourself useful. "Are you sure? I don't mind helping out."

He shakes his head, waving you off. "No, no. I've got it under control. Why don't you go grab a drink and enjoy yourself? The grill won't be ready for a little while."

You hesitate for a moment, but eventually relent. "Alright, if you're sure. I'll go grab a drink then."

You shrug and walk inside to the large kitchen, chatting with some friends before grabbing a drink from the cooler pouring the inside into a plastic cup.

Once a beverage in hand, you head out into the garden where the party is in full swing. The sound of laughter and chatter surround you as you scan the crowd for familiar faces.

You spot your dad talking animatedly with Lars and another friend. You make your way over to them, a smile on your face as you greet them both. Lars pulls you in a quick hug and smiles. "Hey! You like to hang with the old farts huh? Or just making sure your old man stays out of trouble?" Lars jokes and your dad smacks his head jokingly with a playful glare making you laugh. "Maybe I do. James invited me so I came." You shrug with a smile, playing it cool but you can feel your dads eyes watching you curiously.

As you chat, you can't help but steal glances at James from across the yard and your mind keeps drifting back to your past experience. You try to push the thoughts of James aside as you focus on enjoying the party.

As the day wears on, the smell of grilled meat fills the air, signaling that food was soon to be ready. You find yourself getting hungry, your stomach growling in anticipation of the delicious food that awaits you.

Seeing James standing alone in front of the grill, you can't help but admire the way he looks so focused and skilled as he flips the steaks. You make your way over and casually lean against the counter next to him, fiddling with the cup in your hand as the delicious smell of food fills your nostrils.

"Wow, look at that meat," you say, trying to break the silence between the both of you.

James raises an eyebrow and smirks as he follows your eyes wandering between the food and his arms, "Are you talking about the steaks or my arms?"

You blush at his teasing tone, feeling a bit flustered as you stammer, "Uh, I mean, both. The steaks look delicious, and your arms are… impressive."

He chuckles and turns his attention back to the grill, flipping the steaks with ease. "Thanks, I've been working out a lot lately. Gotta stay in shape for the younger generation."

You can't help but admire him, feeling a warmth spreading through you as you watch him in action. "You're really good at this, James. I'm impressed by your skills."

He glances over at you, a soft smile playing on his lips as he chuckles. "Thanks, but it's easy when you have good company to cook for. Plus it's a bonus when the person I'm cooking for is as gorgeous as you."

You blush at his compliment, feeling your cheeks warm at the way he was looking at you. You can't deny the attraction you feel towards him, the way your heart races whenever he was near. Maybe this barbecue was more than just a friendly gathering after all.

As James finishes the majority of his cooking, you begin to plate up the food, setting everything up on a table next to the grill. He hands you a plate with a smile and places a perfect looking steak on top, his eyes meeting yours in a silent exchange that speaks volumes. "Thanks for the help. Enjoy."

As the sun begins to set, the scent of food fills the air as friends and family gather around the barbecue. James had been manning the grill all afternoon but now he finally took a break to join the festivities.

The music is loud, the drinks are flowing, and laughter fills the air. Everyone is in high spirits as they enjoy the delicious spread of food that has been prepared. James can't help but smile as he watches his loved ones chatting and laughing, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of the sunset.

As the evening wore on, the party only seemed to get livelier. People start dancing, moving to the beat of the music and letting loose.

James watches you all evening, waiting for the perfect moment to steal you away from the crowd without anyone noticing. He sees his opportunity as you make your way to the buffet to get another quick snack.

Just as you reach for some bread, James appears at your side, his hand gently wrapping around your wrist. Startled, you turn to face him, only to find yourself being pulled away from the party and into the shadows of the nearby garden shed.

Confusion and excitement wars within you as James presses you against the closed door of the shed, his eyes filled with hunger and longing. In the dim light, you can see the intensity of his gaze, the way his chest rises and falls with each breath.

"I missed you." James whispers, his voice low and husky. The words hang in the air between you, charged with emotion and desire.

Without a word, James leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel his warm breath against your skin, sending a rush of electricity through your body.

And then his lips are on yours, soft and urgent, pouring out all the pent-up emotions he had been keeping hidden. You melt into his embrace, feeling the heat of his touch searing through you.

James' hands wanders up your hips, squeezing them roughly as he pulls your body tight against his.

You moan into the kiss as you feel James' hardness pressing into your stomach. You know what he wants and are more than eager to give it to him. With a growl, James pulls away, looking into your eyes with a mixture of lust and intensity.

"You want more, don't you, baby?" James growls, his breath hot on your face. "Wanna get fucked nice and hard just like last time?" You nod, biting your lip as a shiver runs down your spine.

James forcefully swings you around before he bends you over a large storage box in the corner of the shed. The box was sturdy and at the perfect height to expose your ass which James immediately starts groping.

"Such a beautiful sight," James mutters as he slaps your ass, making you gasp. "I've been thinking about this ass ever since I last had it."

He slides his hand between your legs, rubbing you through your thin shorts. You arch your back, pushing your ass back against James' groin as you let out a moan.

"Take these off," James orders, pulling at your shorts. You lift your hips, allowing him to peel them down your legs, along with your lacy panties, leaving you completely exposed.

You feel the cool air on your wet pussy and instinctively spread your legs, giving James full access. He takes advantage, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he slips two fingers inside you, eliciting a loud moan from you.

"Such a little slut for me, aren't you?" James teases, pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping hole. "I bet you've been thinking about my cock ever since the last time I fucked you senseless."

You whimper and nod vigorously. James leans down, his hot breath on your ear as he nibbles on your earlobe.

"I'm going to fill that tight pussy up again," he whispers. "Gonna stretch you out and make you cum all over my cock."

With that, James stands and removes his digits before he pulls down his pants and lines his throbbing dick up with your waiting hole. He grasps your hips and slowly slides himself into you, moaning at the tightness that envelopes him.

You bite your lip to stifle a scream as you feel James fill you up. James starts to thrust slowly, pulling out until just the tip of his cock remains inside before slamming back into you.

"Fuck, you feel so good," James groans, picking up the pace. "Tight little pussy was made for my cock."

Your moans fill the shed as James pounds into you. Your juices flowing freely, coating James' shaft with each deep thrust.

"That's it, baby, you gonna cum for me?"James pants, feeling your pussy clench around him.

As if on command, your body trembles, your orgasm washing over you as you cry out James' name, muffled by his large hand. Feeling your pussy pulsate around him sends James over the edge, and with a few more sharp thrusts, he unloads his hot cum deep inside you.

As his orgasm subsides, James wraps his arms around you. He kisses you then, a deep, passionate kiss that speaks of his gratitude and desire. Breaking the kiss, he nuzzles your neck, his breath warm on your skin as he whispers, "Damn, woman, you are incredible."

James pulls out, his spent cock twitching as he watches his cum leak out of you. He smacks your ass playfully, causing you to jump.

"That's what I like to see," he says with a satisfied smile. "My cum dripping out of that sweet pussy."

You turn your head, giving James a cheeky grin. "This our thing now?"

James laughs, pulling you to your feet and kissing you. "Dirty little thing," he growls against your lips.

You shiver as James pulls away, already looking forward to the next time you could sneak away and continue your heated affair.

Facing him, you bit your lip. James notices the gesture, and a grin spreads across his face. "You've got that look in your eye, baby. What are you thinking about?"

"Why the shed though? You got no bedroom?" You joke playfully, making James chuckle. "Where's the fun in that?", before he gets dressed and kisses you before pulling you to your feet.

Reaching down, he picks up your shorts, crumpled on the floor where they had been hastily discarded earlier. "Get dressed, baby. I'm sure someone noticed our absence by now." Though he spoke of caution, you both knew the risk only added to the thrill.

You take the offered shorts and step into them, feeling the material slide over your sensitive skin, still buzzing from the orgasms James had coaxed from you.

Once dressed you both knew your secret affair wasn't over yet. There were more pleasures to be had, more boundaries to push, and you were eager to explore every delicious possibility together.

Forbidden Encounter

James is good friends with your dad who's also in a band and you meet him at a show which leads to you both secretly fucking on the backseat of his car.

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ Smut, age gap

You stand in the crowd, watching your dad's band perform on stage, your eyes immediately fall on him - James. He was a close friend of your dad and you had always had a major crush on him. But he was like a forbidden fruit, always out of reach. His smile was captivating, his eyes sparkle in the blinding spotlights and you can't help but steal glances at him the whole evening. Every time your eyes meet, your heart skips a beat.

His presence alone makes your heart race, and you can't tear your eyes away from him. You knew it was wrong to have such feelings for your dad's friend, but it was impossible to ignore the desire you felt for him. Despite the fact that he could potentially be your father, you couldn't help but be captivated by his charm and charisma.

As the show continues, you can't shake the feeling of longing that fills you. You knew that you would have to push these feelings aside, that a relationship with James was out of the question. Despite the forbidden nature of your potential relationship, you couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for you.

But then he disappears from your sight. You know you had to find him, take that chance to have your way with him.

You sneak out of the concert and follow your instincts, guided by the pull you felt towards him. You stumble upon James standing by his sleek black car, puffing away on a cigar. His brooding eyes meet yours as you approach him, and a flirtatious smile plays on his lips. Without hesitating, you walk up to him and your eyes meet once again.

"James, hey," you say softly, trying to mask the nervousness in your voice.

"Hey there, beautiful," James says, his voice smooth and alluring. "Care to join me for a smoke? I've been having a feeling you'll come find me."

You hesitate for a moment, feeling a rush of nerves at his confident demeanor. But something in his gaze makes your heart race, and you find yourself nodding, unable to resist his charm. "Why'd you leave?"

"Needed some fresh air I guess..." As you stand by his side, James leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours.

"Actually I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time," he confesses. "I can't explain it, but there's something about you that draws me in. Guess I've always had a thing for my friend's daughter."

You blush at his bold admission, but can't deny the sudden surge of desire that course through you. Before you know it, James pulls you into a fierce kiss, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back.

The next thing you know, you're entangled in a heated embrace in the backseat of his car, lost in a whirlwind of desire and longing. The windows fog up as you give in to the undeniable chemistry between you, his touch setting your soul on fire.

As you feel James' lips on your neck, a shiver runs down your spine. His touch is electrifying, but deep down, you know this was wrong. You shouldn't be doing this, not here, not now.

"Mhm James...this is so wrong..." You manage to whisper, trying to resist the urge to melt into his embrace.

You can see the raw emotion in his eyes, the desire he feels for you. James' hand find it's way between your legs and he whispers in your ear, "No one needs to know, sweetheart. It'll be our little secret."

As James' hand disappears under your black dress, you can't help but let out a soft moan of anticipation. His fingers graze against your wet panties, causing a sensation to ripple through you.

"Gosh, look at you," James whispers, his voice filled with desire. "You're soaked and I haven't even touched you yet."

His words send shivers down your spine as you feel your heart race with excitement. You can feel the heat between you growing, the tension thick in the air.

"Please," You beg, your voice hoarse and full of need. "I need you to touch me."

James obliges, sliding his hand inside your panties and moaning softly at the feel of the warmth and wetness. His finger finds your clit, and he starts to rub slow, lazy circles, sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

James adds another finger, sliding it into you, slowly in time with the circles he rubs on your clit. "You like that, baby?" he growls, his hot breath in your ear sending shivers down your spine. "You like it when I finger-fuck your tight pussy?"

With a shaky breath you reach out for his belt, brushing your hand against his hard bulge.

He grabs your wrist and removes your hand before undressing you in a swift movement, leaving you in just your panties. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and slowly pulls them down, revealing your bare pussy.

James growls, his eyes fixated on your wetness. He bends down and presses his mouth against you, his tongue lapping at your clit. "So beautiful."

You cry out, your hands reaching out to grab the back of his head as he eats you out. He slides a second finger into you, slowly in time with the the way his tongue moved against your bundle of nerves.

“You like that, baby?” he growls, his hot breath against your cunt sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, fuck yes,” you moan, your hips bucking against his mouth.

“You’re so hot, baby. I can’t wait to fuck you,” he growls, his voice low and husky.

You reach down and grab his hair, pulling him closer to you. “Then fuck me already,” you demand, your voice breathy with need.

James removes himself from you for a moment, his eyes blazing with desire. He strips off his clothes, revealing his hard cock, looking mighty fine for his age.

He grabs your hips and positions himself between your legs. He teases your entrance with the tip of his cock, before thrusting into you in one swift motion.

You gasp audibly, your back arching off the backseat as he fills you up. James sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming into yours as he fucks you hard and fast.

You reach out and cling onto his back as he thrusts into you. James leans down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as he fucks you.

You moan into the kiss, your body trembling as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

James reaches down and rubs your clit, his fingers circling the sensitive spot.

You cry out, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave. You convulse around James’s cock, your pussy milking him as you come.

James growls, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reaches his own climax. He buries himself deep inside you, his cock twitching as he fills you up with his cum.

James collapses on top of you, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.

You wrap your arms around him, your bodies slick with sweat.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” James pants, his voice low and husky.

You smile, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Yeah, it was,” you agree, your voice barely above a whisper. "You still got it Hetfield."

James chuckles, his body pressed against yours as you lie on the backseat of the steamy car, both of you panting and trying to catch your breaths. You run your fingers through his grey hair, your other hand tracing the curve of his chest. "Will we do this again sometime?" You blink and look up at James hopefully. "Maybe, but for now we'll keep this our dirty little secret alright?" He smiles and leans down to give me a final kiss, knowing it won't be our last.

James Hetfield

Imagine one day you and James take a beach trip to the Santa Monica pier while on tour. And you and him are just laying out on the sand and james says “we should totally make a sand castle” or he says “your so boring all you wanna do is tan” but you finally give in and get in the water with him and he starts splashing you with water and saying stuff to scare you like “ what if there’s sharks here”

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