#metallica x reader
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So i was thinking of 16 and 3 with 80s jason
this was such a fun request to write and i'm honestly in love with jason on this. hope you enjoy reading it, love <3
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"I'm gonna kiss you. Cool?" he asked, and you blushed, giving a shy nod. "Man, didn't the guys you've been with ever kiss you?"
"Not that much," you confessed, and he let out a chuckle.
"You need to pick your partners better."
"Quit giving me a lecture and just do it," you retorted, and he laughed before leaning in to press his lips softly against yours.
✦ warnings and tags: NSFW!!!, jason newsted x female!reader, +18, language, mxf sex, protected sex (yay), oral sex, friends with benefits, pre-metallica jason (early 80s), reader is inexperienced but not a virgin
The soft hum of the ceiling fan filled your bedroom as it valiantly battled the stifling summer heat with a gentle breeze. You sighed, tearing your eyes away from the open magazine and glancing over at your best friend sprawled out on your rug, absorbed in your Atari video game.
You and Jason had been buddies since high school. You actually met him through your brother - they were in a band together for a bit before your brother bailed to help out your dad with the family business. But even after that, Jason just became a regular fixture around your place.
It was pretty common for the two of you to hang out in your room all day, reading comics, watching movies, or playing games together. Jason was a solid friend - he was chill, funny, and always looked out for you. It felt like he was practically part of the family by now. Your parents and your brother loved having him around, and you couldn't deny you felt the same way.
"What's with the sigh?" Jason asked, and you blinked, glancing down at him to see he'd paused his game, resting his arms on your mattress as he peered up at you, a mop of brown curls framing his face.
"What sigh?" you frowned, and he rolled his eyes.
"You just sighed. The upset kind of sigh," he explained, and you raised an eyebrow. Yeah, maybe after years of hanging out, Jason could read you like a book. It wasn't exactly news, but it still caught you off guard sometimes, how effortlessly tuned in he could be.
"It's nothing," you replied, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. You blushed, shifting your gaze back to your magazine.
"Come on," he nudged your arm, and you huffed, glancing back at him. "I can tell when you're upset. What's up?"
"I'm not upset," you retorted. "Just... Ugh, fine. You remember that guy Flint?"
"That jerk Flint Jones?" Jason snorted, and you chuckled.
"Yeah, well, we went on a date yesterday."
"Damn, sweetheart," he laughed. "No wonder you're feeling some kinda way."
"Oh, shut up," you playfully nudged his head with your foot, and he snorted, grabbing your ankle and moving your foot away from his head. "He's hot, okay? But it's all surface. We went back to his van afterwards and... Well, it was terrible."
"Did he hurt you or anything? You want me to kick his ass?" he asked, suddenly serious, and you laughed.
"Unless you think he deserves a beatdown for having the smallest dick ever," you replied, and Jason snorted, blushing. "Nah, it's all good. It's just the same old story, you know? He just wanted a quick fuck, but he was all about himself. So I bounced," you paused, frowning. "...And then he had the nerve to call me today just to say I’m a bitch."
"Wait till your brother finds out about this," Jason whispered, menacingly.
"Oh, hell no, you're not telling him. I don't need my brother getting all up in my business. As far as he's concerned, I'm still as innocent as they come," you chuckled, then grimaced. "I mean, it's not that far off. I've only been with three guys, but every time it's like, why did I even bother?"
"It was that terrible, huh?" he asked, gently, propping his chin in his hand, and you nodded.
"Sorry. Too much information?" you grinned, a bit shyly, and he returned the smile.
"Not at all. You know you can tell me anything. Even about your awful sex li... Ow!" he laughed as you swiftly left your sitting position to kneel down, giving his head a playful shove before sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Shut up, Newsted. Just 'cause you're getting lucky doesn't mean you can rag on my sex life."
"Who said I'm getting lucky?" he chuckled, blushing a bit, and you rolled your eyes.
"Are you serious? I don't know what you did to her, but my friend Carol won't shut up about how amazing your night was. Like I wanted to hear all the details!" you exclaimed. Jason laughed.
“I could show you what I did to her,” he blurted out. You froze, raising your eyebrows at him. "Uh, I mean... You said you've never had a good fuck, so I thought maybe I could..." Jason trailed off, his words stumbling out awkwardly. "I just thought... Maybe if you had a decent one... Okay, forget it, I'm sorry."
"No, no, it's cool," you replied hastily. Sure, you hadn't exactly fantasized about getting down with Jason, but you couldn't deny he had his charms, muscular arms and toned body matching the most beautiful wavy hair, blue eyes and a warm smile. Plus, you were sick of your own lackluster experiences and the hassle of trying to score in this town. There was just one hitch: you didn't want things to get weird between you two. Your friendship was cool, the coolest kind there was — you could count on Jason for everything, and he could count on you as well. You didn’t want this to change. “It’s just… Won’t that make things awkward?”
“It doesn’t have to. We’re friends, right?” Jason answered, shifting to sit beside you on the bed with a soft grunt. "I mean, if you're gonna dive into this, might as well do it with someone you trust. Better than messing around with Flint Jones," he joked, and you laughed along.
"You're such a dummy," you teased, feeling your cheeks warm as he inched closer, his hand finding its way to your cheek. “What the hell are you doing, Newsted?”
"I'm gonna kiss you. Cool?" he asked, and you blushed, giving a shy nod. "Man, didn't the guys you've been with ever kiss you?"
"Not that much," you confessed, and he let out a chuckle.
"You need to pick your partners better."
"Quit giving me a lecture and just do it," you retorted, and he laughed before leaning in to press his lips softly against yours.
The kiss started gentle, a bit awkward at first, but you soon started to ease into it, feeling Jason's lips soft against yours. His scent, so familiar, surrounded you as he pulled you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist. You found yourself leaning in, one hand resting on his thigh, letting out a little sigh as he nibbled on your lower lip.
“It's sweltering in here," you muttered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, saying it more as an excuse to take a small breather. Jason chuckled softly.
"I got you," he grinned, pulling your shirt off. You blushed, heart racing as his eyes roamed over your body, then meeting yours. "You okay?"
"Yeah," you replied, biting your lip. "Yeah, keep going."
He grunted, nudging you to lie back as he settled on top of you. You trailed your fingers along his stomach, tugging at his shirt to get it off. Your cheeks flushed as he leaned in, planting soft kisses along your jawline, working his way up to your ear, sending delightful shivers down your spine.
“Gonna teach you what a good fuck feels like,” he murmured, his voice gravelly as he pressed himself against you, his hardness meeting that warm spot between your legs. You sucked in a sharp breath, gripping his hair. "Feels good?" he asked softly, lips trailing along your neck before returning to yours, his body pressing against yours. You nodded, meeting his gaze, cheeks heating up; Jason had never looked at you like this before, his eyes full of desire as he watched the way you opened your mouth slightly, small sighs of pleasure escaping your lips as you felt the pressure of his hard cock against you.
"Jase..." you whispered, reaching for his pants zipper, but he groaned, swiftly grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head. You let out a little whimper of protest, but he chuckled softly.
"Take it easy," he smiled. "Got a few tricks up my sleeve to show you first."
"Like what?" you breathed, and he grinned before letting go of your wrists, sliding his hands down to your back to unhook your bra. You couldn't help but sigh, feeling your cheeks heat up as he traced circles around one of your nipples with his finger, teasing it until it stiffened. He gave it a gentle pinch, and you couldn't hold back a soft moan.
"Has anyone ever touched your boobs like this?" he murmured, planting a soft kiss on one of them, and you shook your head no. He licked his fingertips to give them a little lubrication before teasing your nipple again, giving it gentle pinches and pulls. With a grunt, he took the other into his mouth, and you couldn't help but moan as he sucked on it, his tongue swirling around your nipple while he massaged the other with his hand. "Gonna make sure you know how amazing it can feel, babe."
"Oh," you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair as you instinctively moved your hips upwards, feeling a rush of pleasure and excitement. He pulled back briefly before latching onto your other nipple, teasing and squeezing the one he had just left wet and sensitive. Your eyes fluttered shut, breath coming in uneven bursts as you pulled him in closer. He continued to suck on your breast gently, leaving a little love mark as he unbuttoned your pants.
Your whole body tingled as he stripped off your pants and panties in one swift move. This was a whole different new experience for you; sure, Jason had caught glimpses of you in a bikini before, but being fully exposed like this was a first. Your cheeks flushed hot as he took in your naked form with a low hum, reaching out to grab your waist.
"You're so damn hot," he whispered, his own cheeks tinted with a flush. You sighed contently as he parted your thighs, his fingers exploring the warmth between them. A sharp moan escaped your lips as he teased your sensitive area, circling your wet entrance with his fingertips. "You're soaking wet, babe," he grunted, and you couldn't help but moan in response. He looked up at you. "You sure about this?"
"Yeah," you whispered, closing your eyes with a moan as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them gently. "Oh, Jase..."
"So damn warm and wet," he muttered, looking captivated by your reaction as he positioned himself between your legs, his warm breath against your clit. “I really wanna eat you out… Can I?”
"Yes, please," you whimpered, hips instinctively moving with his fingers as he curled them inside you once more. He chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your inner thigh before diving down to your clit. A sharp moan escaped your lips as you felt the warmth and wetness of his tongue against your sensitive bud. "Jason..."
"Hmm?" he grinned up at you, his fingers working magic inside you. "You're squeezing around my fingers, babe... Feels good?"
"Feels amazing," you agreed, cheeks flushing. He went back to your clit, licking it in slow circles, and you couldn't help but moan, gripping his hair. A small gasp escaped you when he sucked on it, hips moving with his rhythm as you pulled him closer. He held onto your thigh, keeping you in place as he continued with increasing intensity, sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. "Jason," you gasped, eyes shutting tight as he kept his fingers moving inside you, pleasure building with every stroke. He pulled back momentarily, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs.
"It's alright, babe," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've got you. Just let it out..."
You whimpered, tugging at his arm until he was back on top of you. He kissed you deeply, his tongue moving with yours as he slid his fingers away, focusing on massaging your clit in slow circles. You melted in his kiss, pressing yourself against him as you felt your climax building, each wave crashing over you until you were moaning louder and louder, your whole body trembling under his touch.
"That's it, baby," Jason murmured, sliding his fingers back inside you and hitting that spot that made you cry out in ecstasy, your walls clenching around him. "Just let it all out... I've got you, honey."
"Jase, please..." you sobbed, burying your face in his neck as you attempted to push his hand away. "It's too intense, I can't..."
“It’s okay,” he whispered, planting soft kisses on your hair while easing his hand's movements. You let out a shaky sigh, still tingling from the pleasure as you came down from your high. He chuckled, brushing your hair back from your face, his body warm and sweaty against yours. "You enjoyed that?"
"Hell yeah," you replied weakly, and he laughed.
"You wanna keep going?" he asked, and you nodded.
"Just need a sec to catch my breath, please," you whispered, and he chuckled before getting up. You watched as he peeled off his pants and underwear, blushing when you caught sight of his arousal. He grabbed his wallet from your nightstand, pulling out a condom before taking hold of his cock with his free hand.
"Wanna learn how to put this on?" he asked, and you rolled your eyes.
"I'm not that clueless, Jason. I know how to do it," you replied, sitting on the bed.
"Well, you wanna lend a hand, then?" he asked, and you nodded, cheeks flushing. You took the condom from him, tearing open the package. There was a moment of hesitation before you took hold of him, running your thumb over the tip and spreading the pre-cum over his swollen head. He let out a grunt.
“Want me to suck you off first?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you moved your hand slowly. He let out a soft moan.
"I'd love it, but let's save it for another time," he replied, his voice husky. You blushed, the thought of a next time sending butterflies through your stomach. "Today's all about you, alright? Just wanna make you feel good."
"Well, you're killing it so far," you grinned, and he chuckled. You slid the condom on him, then leaned back on the bed, spreading your legs. Jason looked at you, stroking himself slowly with a sigh before getting back on top of you.
"There's still so much I wanna teach you," he whispered in your ear, and you let out a soft moan. "Loads of ways to make you lose it for me... You have no idea how sweet you taste."
"No one's ever talked to me like that before," you whispered, heart racing as you blushed. He grunted, planting soft kisses on your neck.
"Their loss," he replied before easing himself into you with a slow, steady movement. You let out a loud moan, clinging to him as you opened your legs wider to take him in deeper. He kissed your jaw, fully inside you now, your bodies hot and sweaty against each other. "You good?"
"I'm good," you whispered, and he let out a soft grunt before starting to move slowly. You buried your face in his neck, moaning as you felt him stretching you out, hitting all those sweet spots inside you. It was intoxicating, the mix of gentle ache and intense pleasure, far beyond anything you'd felt with anyone else. Your pussy throbbed, extra sensitive after your last orgasm, and Jason moaned your name, pulling you closer.
You curled your toes, lips seeking his out eagerly, knowing you wouldn't hold out much longer, the tension in your belly rising fast. Jason kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping into your mouth as he tangled his hand in your hair, your lips moving together in a frenzy of soft moans and gentle bites. You were completely lost in him, in the sensation of him thrusting into you, picking up speed as you gave in to the pleasure of each other's touch.
"Jase... I'm gonna cum again," you moaned, and Jason grunted, his thrusts getting harder as he used one hand to play with your clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with quick motions.
You let out a sharp moan, feeling his hot, ragged breath against your skin as he showered you with soft kisses, driving your hips forward to deepen the connection. It was too much; your climax finally crashed over you, tears of pleasure rolling down your cheek as you held onto him tightly, your body clenching around him. Jason groaned, his movements becoming wilder as he was carried over the edge by the intensity of your release. He buried his face in your neck, fingers gripping your hair as his body trembled, delivering a few final thrusts before collapsing on top of you with a shaky sigh.
You closed your eyes, giggling as he peppered your jaw and then your lips with kisses. He slipped out of you, and you scooted over to make room for him to sit beside you. You watched as he disposed of the condom and headed to your bathroom. He was back in no time, his naked form gleaming with sweat, face flushed as he ran his hand through his hair.
"What's got you smiling?" he asked, a small grin playing on his lips. He settled down on the bed, running his hand over your thigh.
"That was amazing, Jase," you said, and he chuckled, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss.
"You feeling weird now or are we cool?" he asked, a touch of concern in his voice. You smiled softly.
"We're good. We could be friends with benefits, right? I hear some folks actually pull that off."
"Yeah," he smiled at you, twirling a strand of your hair on his fingers. "So, does that mean we're gonna do this again sometime?"
"You were the one talking about all the lessons you had in store for me," you teased, and he chuckled softly.
"Okay. It's a deal, then," he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief, making you giggle. "But hey, we better get dressed before your brother or your folks come back home. Pretty sure they wouldn't be too thrilled to find out how we spent our afternoon."
You burst into laughter, sitting up on the bed and rummaging for your clothes. As you watched Jason get dressed, a grin spread across your face, thinking about how rough it would be to go back to those crappy dates after experiencing how amazing it felt to be with him.
You couldn't wait to see what else he had to teach you.
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i feel like.. if shown to the right people, this video alone could restore world peace.
but i might be wrong, i just wanted an excuse to bring this back
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This particular photo just does things to me idk…
#cliff burton#james hetfield#metallica#metallica imagines#metallica x reader#cliff burton x reader#james hetfield x reader#anyway I hear Paris is lovely this time of year#credit: pinterest#but also#why is he staring into my soul like that???
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80s james aka the cutest baby everrrr
i just wanna kiss his cute face and cuddle with him
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Metallica Masterlist
⭒ James Hetfield ⭒ Requests (open)
Playtime (16+) ˚ (suggestive, bondage contemplation, ambiguous ending)
Play Me (18+) ˚ (phone sex, partial long-distance relationship, ambiguous ending)
Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with jason, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)
Summon Me (18+) ˚ (demon!james au, dorm sex, ambiguous ending)
Deprivation (18+) ˚ (breath play, hotel sex, happy ending)
Sunny Side Up (18+) ˚ (morning sex, kitchen sex, creampie, happy ending)
Missus Eat Pavement (18+) Mister Meet Gravel (18+) ˚ (rockstar!james, smalltown!reader, oral sex, ambiguous ending)
Desert Hills Motel (18+) ˚ (traveling!james, smalltown!reader, hotel sex, happy ending)
Add One More ˚ (domestic fluff, partial angst, happy ending)
Leap Of Faith (18+) ˚ (angst, backstage sex, rough sex, happy ending)
After Afterparty (18+) ˚ (fluff, hotel sex, shower sex, long-distance relationship, happy ending)
Hell's Angel (18+) ˚ (hellsangels!au, angst, violence, sex on top of a desk, drug use, happy ending)
Backseat Paradise (18+) ˚ (car sex, light angst, fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)
Counterproductive Tendencies (multi-chapter, 18+) ˚ part one, part two, part three, part four (fluff, smut, angst, drug use, alcoholism, semi-public sex, oral sex) ⭒ ongoing series (updated 4.12.24)
Needy Little Fucking Thing (18+) ˚ (softdom!james, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)
(Un)Still Shots (18+) ˚ (semi-public sex, sexually explicit photography, breath play, fingering, dry humping, happy ending)
⭒ Kirk Hammett
A Nightmare On Elm Street ˚ (fluff, slightly suggestive, happy ending)
Scream (18+) ˚ (couch sex, rough sex, horror movie elements, happy ending)
Unwind Me (18+) ˚ (fluff, backstage sex, happy ending)
Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with jason, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)
⭒ Jason Newsted
Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with james, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)
Extended Cut (18+) ˚ (submissive!jason, studio sex, oral sex, ambiguous ending)
Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with kirk, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)
⭒ Lars Ulrich
Ride The Lightning (18+) ˚ (angst, rough sex, sex against drum set, happy ending)
⭒ Cliff Burton
You Make Loving Fun ˚ (domestic fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)
Follow My Lead ˚ (fluff, surprise birthday party, happy ending)
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Interviews
MASTER OF PUPPETS 💀🎧🩸
#cliff burton#james hetfield#lars ulrich#kirk hammett#metallica#thrash metal#metallica fanfiction#metallica x reader#stranger things#metallica smut#eddie vedder
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100%
#metallica#james hetfield#metallica x reader#metallica imagines#kirk hammett x reader#lars ulrich#JAMES IS MY BARBIE#kirk hammett#kirk hammett smut#lars ulrich x reader#james hetfield x reader#80s metal
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Using Safe Words - Metallica pt.1
A/n: Basically just scenario's where a safe word is used and how Metallica members would react. This is only James, Lars and Kirk, if you'd like to the bassists or other bands even let me know :3
Link to part 2
Warnings: Smut, angst, use of a safe word, rough sex, sex toys, if you think you won't be comfortable reading that that's fine protect yourself before reading content :3 Also, if there's anything you think I missed let me know!
James had you bent in half on the couch. He had had a rough day at the studio, everyone was just on his ass and in his face and it was driving him crazy, so when he got home you offered to help him destress. Only you hadn’t anticipated this...
Don’t get me wrong, James was always on the rougher side of things but this was pushing it. He’d been manhandling you and pulling more orgasms out of you than your body could take at this point. It didn’t matter how sensitive you were, how weak or overstimulated you were, James just didn’t stop and your begs and pleads only seemed to fuel his need for dominance.
His hips were slamming against your at an unholy as he held your knees to your chest. “Fuck, pretty little slut, barely keeping your eyes open?” Your eyes were rolling back, your brain was practically useless at this point and you were shaking uncontrollably underneath James. James slapped you across the face, hard. You cried out but he didn’t care and did it again. “Fucking look at me when I’m railing you.” He ordered.
“Ja-Jamie, Jamie, please!” You sobbed, tears streaming down your red face. “Can’t-can’t take it, please!”
“Whiny whore.” He groaned, slapping you again. You couldn’t take it anymore.
“Pumpkin.” You sputtered, your voice was weak and he barely heard it. James laughed and stared down at your weak form.
“What was that? Gotta speak up, bitch.”
“Pum-pumpkin, please, pumpkin!” You sobbed, tossing and turning. James froze, any cold demeanour he had vanished in an instant.
“What was that?” He asked, his voice now basically a whisper. You didn’t respond and just continued sobbing. James slowly pulled out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” He littered kisses all over your face, soft and gentle ones. He wiped the tears from your eyes and held you close. “I’m so, so sorry, love, how about I run you a nice warm bath, yeah? Then we can watch a movie or something, how does that sound?” You gave a small nod and he carried you to the bathroom.
He never let go of you while he got the bath ready, sprinkling in smelling salts, lighting a few candles and even adding in rose petals. Fake ones he was saving for a special occasion but he felt you needed them now more than anything.
“Do you want me to get leave?” He asked once he got you in the tub. You shook your head.
“Just-just hold me.” Your voice was still shaky as you mumbled. “Please.” James smiled and got in with you, pulling you close to his chest. He continued to whisper praises and apologise in your ear, pressing soft kisses all over your face and asking if you’re ok.
Lars was always a dick. He’d refuse to let you cum or make you cum so much you couldn’t remember your own name. Then there’d be times when he would only focus on his own pleasure and completely disregard whether you finished or not. Usually, this was just to annoy you, rile you up and what not, plus there’d always be days when he was just perfect for you, making sure everything was just right. He’d have his moments, for sure.
Today was nothing like anything he’s put you through. He’d just come back from a tour with Metallica and said he was all pent up. Of course you understood, you’d been feeling just the same, and so you ended up in the bedroom.
Your wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts. Lars had two vibrators in either of your holes, with one perfectly pressed against your clit. Lars was pistoning himself in and out of your mouth, not caring if you could breathe or not. You were gagging, not necessarily because of him but just because you needed air, he didn’t care either way, he just enjoyed the noises coming from you like sweet music to his ears.
“Fuck, so good for me.” Lars moaned out, throwing his head back in pleasure. Your whole body was hot and tight, not in the usual way. The high speed vibrations, the stretch you never welcomed, Lars standing over you and being unable to even try to move through all of it just made everything hurt. Painful, is what it was.
You tried to choke something out but the words couldn’t form around Lars. “Oh, I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked with a grin, pulling out enough for you to talk.
“Please, just-” You didn’t get a chance to finish as Lars slammed himself right back past your lips. Again you gagged while he cackled above you. You pulled and thrashed against the restraints but every move just made the feelings down below so much worse.
Lars pulled out again, still snickering. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you wanna try again?” He asked, you knew he’d just do it again so you blurted out the only thing you thought could get him to stop.
“Pump-!” Again he cut you off. This time his laughter was short-lived when he processed what you were trying to say.
“Wait, what?” He asked, moving completely off of you. He held your face as he always did, caressing your cheek.
“Pumpkin, please, pumpkin!” You sobbed, writhing at the pain coursing through you. Lars immediately panicked, rushing to take everything off and out of your. As soon as you were able to, you pushed yourself to the corner of the bed, curling in on yourself as you cried, trying to forget what you just experienced.
Lars came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was that bad.” His voice was soft and a little shaky. “I’m so sorry.”
“Why-why would you-would you do that to me?” You asked through quiet sobs. He shook his head, nuzzling against you.
“I didn’t-I don’t-I just-” He started and stopped his sentences before just giving up. “I’m so, so sorry, love.” He held you a little longer before getting up and walking out of the room. He returned a few minutes later with a cloth and started wiping you down. The cloth was coarse and rough against you. You snatched it out of his hand and started cleaning yourself off in a more delicate fashion. “I’m sorry, can I just-” He reached for it again but you turned away from him. He gave a small nod and went to the closet.
You watched him dig through the clothes, tears making your vision a little blurry and you couldn’t stop sniffling. Lars came back to you, standing beside the bed and holding out clothes for you to take. One of his band shirts and a pair of his sweats. You looked between him and the clothes in his hands for a moment before taking them and slowly getting them on. “My body hurts.” You muttered, voice shaky.
“I’m sorry.” He said again. “I can set up a movie for us? A bubble bath? Whatever you want.” You thought about it for a moment before giving a small nod.
“A movie sounds nice.” Lars smiled at you and rushed off to set up a movie for the two of you in the living room.
A few weeks ago Kirk had brought up the idea of having a threesome to which you immediately turned down, that was not up your alley at all. Kirk dropped it when he saw how much you disliked the idea and for a while you thought that was the end of it.
Kirk brought you on tour with him, it was just for a week for his birthday and you intended to spend as much time with him as you could during his special day. The two of you finally had some alone time in your hotel room and were watching a movie, he kept touching up your leg and teasing you a bit, so you decided to indulge and have some fun.
You were straddling his lap, your tongues exploring each other’s mouth as you interchanged moans and groans. Kirk’s hands were roaming your body, groping your ass. He’d have his hands on your hips and pull you down while grinding the tent in his pants against you, drawing more sounds out of the both of you.
Everything was fine until you heard a deep groan that didn’t sound anything like Kirk, plus it was coming from the other side of the room. You pulled away, Kirk went to kiss your neck, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin. You glanced over your shoulder and saw James in a chair not far away with his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it up and down.
Fear shot through you and you pushed yourself off of Kirk, looking between him and the lead singer. “What the fuck?!”
“What?” Kirk asked, looking genuinely concerned for you. “You said no threesome so I figured James could just watch.” He explained. You can hear it in his tone that he’s doubting the idea as he says it. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. With no verbal disagreement Kirk leaned over to you again and kissed you. You slapped him. He didn’t look confused or hurt, just a little sad that he made you uncomfortable.
“Fucking pumpkin! I told you when you brought it up the first time, why would this be ok?!” He didn’t say anything and just looked down at the sheets. You scoffed and stormed out of the room and into the bathroom, taking a moment to breathe and just get yourself calmed down.
Several minutes pass and you hear a knock on the door. “Sweetheart?” Kirk called, his voice soft. “Can I, uh, can I come in?” You waited a moment before opening the door, holding yourself and pouting at him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told James that it was ok without talking about it with you.”
“You shouldn’t have even talked to him about it knowing that I wasn’t comfortable with stuff like that!” You argued. Kirk nodded and looked down again.
“Look, why don’t you take the bed and-and I’ll sleep in the tub.” He suggested, even taking a step around you to get to the small bath.
“Why would you do that?”
“I figured, you know, you wouldn’t want to share a bed with me after-” He paused and took a seat on the edge of the bath. “After that.” He sighed, running a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, it was really dumb, I promise it won’t happen again.” You nodded and sat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder.
“I still want you to sleep in bed with me.” You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers together. “Sleep isn’t the same when I know I can’t steal your blankets.” You smiled up at him.
“I think I’d prefer the tub.” He chuckled. Kirk pulled you closer and kissed your forehead.
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A Steamy Halloween
A/N: I am so bad at flirting irl and that translates into my writing I'm so sorry hahahahah I think what happens after makes up for it thoughhhh 😏
Requested by : Anon
Genre: 18+ Smut, minors dni
Word Count: 1,531
Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, m x f pairing
“Are you sure you don’t need a ride there?” Kirk asked for the third time over the phone.
“Yes, I’m running behind a little bit so I’ll just see you when I get there, okay? Plus, it’s not that far from my house. A short walk won’t kill me.” I said holding the phone between my shoulder and ear as I applied the deep red lipstick.
“Fine, I’ll see you there.” He finally relented.
“See ya.” I said quickly and hung up the phone.
I took my time with finishing touches of my costume.
I entered the party, greeting a few people. I was on a mission to find my best friend though. When my eyes landed on him, I was surprised to see he was already looking at me. I made my way over to him.
“If you spotted me why didn’t you say anything?” I asked folding me arms. He finally snapped out of whatever spell he was under.
“I.. uh sorry. Um, nice costume.” He said swallowing hard. Internally I smirked, I was in a short leather dress that accentuated my body perfectly, and a pair of platform heels.
“Thanks.” I smiled showing off my fangs, tried and true sexy vampire for the win. “Are you a ghoul?” I asked. His eyes were surrounded by black paint and contoured his face to give it that hollow look.
“Bingo.” He replied with finger guns. What a dork. My favorite dork though.
“Anything fun going on here?” I asked, finally taking the seat next to him.
“Not really. But it’s still early.” He shrugged.
“You’re forgetting who’s throwing the party, my guy. If it was me there’d be games but it looks like all this is, is a costume mingle.” I huffed.
“Wanna give it a while longer then get outta here?” He asked.
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
We got up and talked with some of the other party goers. I was right though, all these people were interested in talking, no drinking games, kissing games, you know a normal party.
About a half an hour later, my eyes met Kirk’s and I gave him the signal we concocted to give the other when we wanted to leave a situation. Kirk nodded and we met at the front door.
We walked to his car in silence. He opened the door for me.
“Thanks.” I said sliding in and buckling up. He walked around getting in.
“Where to?” He asked, starting his car.
“I’m hungry, are you?” I asked as I fidgeted with my hair.
“Yeah, the diner okay?” He offered our usual spot to eat.
“Always.” I replied.
The diner was on the other side of town. Music played softly over the radio. Kirk has been my best friend since grade school, but sometimes it felt like he was my boyfriend except without the perks of kissing among other things. Things that I thought of more often than I would ever admit. Sometimes I flirt with him just to see his reaction. He does the same though. It’s like we’re stuck in this vicious cycle of seeing how far we can push that boundary. Feeling confident in my costume and the reaction he gave from seeing me in it I decided tonight would be a good night to push that boundary button.
“You know, if the party turned into a make out party I’d have let you kiss me.” I said. I was serious, but I kept my tone light. I looked at him, his nostrils flared but he didn’t say anything so I kept going. “I would have even let you touch me.” I said dropping my voice to sound sexy.
“You talk an awful lot for someone who won’t actually do anything.” Kirk snapped as he clenched the steering wheel. My mood soured and I quickly snapped back.
“You’re one to talk.”
I jolted in my seat, the seat belt tightened, not letting me go far.
“What the hell, Kirk!” I exclaimed.
He didn’t say anything as he pulled the car over and parked where there weren’t many cars or foot traffic.
“Get in the back seat.” He said in a dark tone.
“What?” I asked, looking at him. His eyes met mine, there was a fire I’d never seen before.
“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He warned. My eyes widened as warmth pooled low in my belly. I fumbled a bit as I unbuckled and got out of the car sliding into the back seat. My heart thrummed in anticipation. Moments later Kirk followed suit and got out of the driver's seat and entered the back. He locked us in. His demeanor broke a little and he said, “if you don’t want to do this, tell me to stop.”
He scooted closer and I moved so I could crawl onto his lap straddling him.
“I want you to fuck me.” I said. The fire returned in his eyes and our lips met in a deep kiss that I felt in my toes.
Years of imagining this moment, and it was something so much more than I could have ever wished for. His hands gripped me tightly as I tangled my fingers in his hair.
I grinded down on him feeling him begin to harden. He pulled away and started sloppily kissing my neck as I continued grinding against him. My dress was riding up and his warm palms ran up and down my thighs as he found my sweet spot and bit down. I moaned as my hands explored the planes of his chest through his shirt. I found the hem and began lifting it up and he pulled back enough to let me help him take it off. I immediately dove in kissing and nipping at his chest. His hands kneaded my ass then he began to lift me. It was a bit cramped but he managed to maneuver us so I was laying across the back seat, my feet planted on the seat knees up. My dress was bunched up to my stomach. Kirk knelt as he rubbed his hands over my legs. His pupils were blown, lips swollen. He looked hot as fuck. His hands traveled further until he was at the top of my panties. He began pulling them down and I shifted my hips up so he could take them off. He shoved them into his back pocket. He ran his fingers through my folds eliciting a moan from my throat. He slipped a finger in, then another, using his thumb to rub my clit.
“Oh fuck… don’t stop.” I moaned. He smirked.
“Does it feel good?” He asked.
“S’good.” I moaned louder as I got closer to my release. I squirmed as I came, a slew of curse words leaving my lips.
“So fucking sexy.” Kirk commented. He pulled his dick out of his pants rubbing my release over it. My hooded eyes met his eyes as he moved closer. He rubbed the tip over my clit, I whined.
“Want you in me.” I breathed out. He aligned himself with me and thrust in. He let out a groan.
“Thought about this for so long. Gonna fuck you so good you won’t get off to anyone’s cock but mine.” He said, and I believed him. The windows were fogging as he began pistoning his hips, our breathing heavy. He paused for a moment to lift my hips and resumed, I screamed as he hit my g-spot. The car shook with each thrust. I came again, my eyes rolling back. He continued dragging out my pleasure before pulling out, he fisted his dick and came on my stomach. He lowered my hips and rested his forehead on my knee. After a while in silence regaining our breath he sat up tucking himself back into his pants.
“Stay there.” He said and got out going to the passenger door. I heard him rummage about the glovebox before coming back around to kneel between my legs. He had napkins and tenderly cleaned my stomach.
“Thank you.” I croaked, my throat hoarse from screaming.
He smiled and helped me sit up bringing my dress back down to cover me. I got out of the backseat and he rushed around to open the passenger door. He stopped me before I got in and kissed me, I immediately kissed him back. He pulled away, a goofy grin on his face.
I got in and we resumed our voyage to the diner.
When we got there, Kirk opened the diner door for me, following behind and softly resting his hand on the small of my back.
We were led to a booth and sat across from each other. I ordered fries and soda, while Kirk got a salad.
“Do you want to go back to my place after and watch Halloween?” Kirk asked. I munched on a fry and nodded.
“Can we watch Creature from the Black Lagoon after that?” I asked.
“Of course.” He replied with a smile.
We fell into comfortable conversation. Part of me wondered how the dork in front of me was the same one from 20 minutes ago that absolutely rocked my world.
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There's just something about 80s James that makes me feel so giddy, like I'm having a silly lil crush in high school🙈
#james hetfield#metallica#metallica x reader#jaymz#glam metal#thrash metal#kirk hammett#jason newsted#lars ulrich#robert trujillo#cliff burton#i can't deal with this anymore#he's so pretty#he's so cute#he's so silly
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i’m sooo his passenger princess! ·͜·♡
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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
How would dating early 80's James Hetfield be like?
A headcanon list by yours truly
☆ When you two first crossed paths, you were convinced he didn’t like you because he had this super serious vibe whenever you were around, but then you'd catch him being all chill with his friends. Little did you know, he was just super shy and totally into you.
☆ You started noticing these adorable little hints and signs he dropped. There'd be a sneaky touch on the arm that sent shivers down your spine, or those hugs that lasted just a teensy bit longer than the norm. He was head over heels for you, and those tiny gestures were his way of showing it because he was too insecure to be direct about it.
☆ Even when you two officially started dating, he wasn't exactly a poet with words in public. He preferred the language of touch; his hand holding yours, casually resting on your waist, or draping an arm around your shoulders. His silent declarations of love were all about physical touch.
☆ He also loves cuddling so much 😭 He's got an insatiable appetite for affection, especially when it comes to snuggling up. You'd catch him burying his nose in your hair, taking in that sweet scent of yours while wrapped up in each other's arms. He just loves your smell and the warm feel of your skin against his.
☆ From the moment you became his girlfriend, he made it his personal mission to make you giggle with the most absurd, random antics ever. He's a one-man circus of silliness, just to see that beautiful smile light up your face. All of that because your laughter is his absolute favorite soundtrack in the world.
☆ He's all about sharing interests. It's like he's on a quest to become your personal expert in all the things you adore. And he's not just stopping there; he's all about roping you into his world too! You're practically a VIP guest at the band's rehearsals because he's got to share how much he loves it with you.
☆ He's totally smitten when you sneakily snag his t-shirts. It's like a secret turn-on for him when you wake up in the morning, rocking just his oversized tee and nothing else after a night together.
☆ In bed, you both started a bit shy and inexperienced, but soon found out that you enjoy trying all sorts of positions, toys, etc. Because of that, you imagined he'd be more submissive, but he gradually discovers how much he enjoys dominating you 💖
#i should be writing my wip but i've been thinking about this#he's got such goofy boyfriend energy#fav boy ever#i have different headcanons for different eras of james but early 80s is my absolute fave#metallica#metallica imagines#metallica headcanon#james hetfield#james hetfield headcanon#james hetfield x reader#james hetfield x you#james hetfield smut#metallica x reader#metallica x you#james hetfield fanfiction#metallica fanfiction#ada writes fanfiction
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kirk blurb fingering u slowly and edging u until u can barely breathe
his hands r so sexy im sorry
𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉
pairing: kirk hammett x fem!reader
warning: smut, vaginal fingering, edging
summary: for kirk’s birthday because this is defo what he wanted
word count: 979
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Your head fell back into his neck, your mouth parted and vulgar moans being elicited from your lips. Your legs were wide and your back was arched; Kirk’s fingers were knuckle deep inside of you, making you writhe in his lap as he pounded them into you over and over.
“Stay still,” he murmured in your ear, stopping his movements momentarily to wrap an arm around your middle and pull you tight into his chest.
He kissed along your shoulders, up to the crest of your ear and back down again, curling his fingers inside of you and making you squirm against him.
“I said stay still,” he murmured again, quickening his pace and consequently making you move even more.
“I can’t,” you muttered, clawing at his wrists and squeezing your eyes shut, tears streaming from the corners.
“You can,” he said. “Otherwise I’m not letting you cum.”
“Please,” your thighs were shaking, your clit swollen and pussy aching for a release. However much you tried to ground yourself, to stop yourself from wriggling around in his lap as if you were a woman starved, you could not. Your legs were unconsciously squeezing together, your hips bucking and your hands gripping and clawing at his forearms.
“Sweetheart,” he scolded, thrusting his fingers inside of you at a pace that had tears streaming from your eyes and moans spilling from your mouth.
“Kirk,” you cried, a familiar feeling brewing in your stomach; ready to spill.
He continued to pound his fingers inside your pussy, the sounds obscene and sinful.
“Kirk,” you moaned again, his palm hitting your clit with each thrust. You rolled your head to the side, your lips brushing the skin of his neck. You could feel your orgasm approaching, your pussy clenching around Kirk's fingers - your slick dripping from it.
You were mumbling incoherent warnings and Kirk laughed softly in your ear, quickening his pace before pulling his fingers from you.
You whined and buried your head in the crook of his neck, a choked sob falling from your lips. Kirk held you close to his chest, offering you the slightest amount of comfort by running his hand through your hair.
“Shhh,” he cooed, kissing your head and stroking the inside of your thighs. “I told you to stay still, didn’t I, baby?”
You nodded slightly, clinging onto him as if he was your life source.
“You wanna cum don’t you?” His hand slid to your clit, rubbing soft circles into it and making you whimper into his neck. “Answer me,” he demanded, not stopping his movement.
“Yes,” his hand moved to toy with your wet slit, pushing the tip of his finger inside slowly; he was teasing you. “Please,” you groaned, removing your head from him and craning your neck towards the ceiling, mouth parting as he entered you.
“Look at you,” he placed a kiss on your neck, finger deep inside you. “If you stay still and be a good girl for me, then I’ll let you cum yeah?” He added another finger inside of you, stretching you wide and making you squirm. “What did I say?”
His free hand came up to play with your hard nipple, pulling and twisting the flesh, adding to the sensations and making you grip his thigh to stop yourself from moving too much.
He pulled his fingers out of you, stopping momentarily before thrusting them back inside you again. You cried out as he did so, breathing heavily and gripping harder at his thighs, surely leaving bruises.
“There you go,” he picked up the pace, hitting the spot inside you that had you falling into his arms. Your mouth was hung wide open, eyes squeezed impossibly tight and your legs shaking as your orgasm built unexpectedly and quickly.
“Kirk, please,” you bit your lip, trying desperately to stay still.
“You wanna cum?” He asked, his pace becoming faster as he felt you clench around him.
You moaned loudly as his thumb played with your clit, forcing out a small “yes” as your orgasm approached.
“Cum for me, baby,” he didn’t slow, continuing to pound into your pussy as he coaxed you further towards your orgasm.
You squeezed your thighs around his hand, clawing at his thighs and moaning loudly as you came on his fingers. The world surrounding you faded away, your mind going blank and your vision turning white as the pleasure overcame you.
You muttered Kirk's name over and over, falling apart in his lap. He slowed down his movements as you came down from your high before eventually stilling inside you.
You breathed heavily as he pulled away from you - him holding you tight against his chest and you bucking your hips as aftershocks struck through you.
“You’re okay, sweetheart,” you heard him say. His arms were wrapped around your middle, letting you slump against his chest. He kissed your head, resting his own atop it. “I’m here, you’re okay. You did so well for me.” He pushed your hair out of your face, brushing through it and letting you relax.
“I love you,” you murmured, feeling tiredness settle in as his body heat seeped into yours.
“I love you too, baby.” He muttered, kissing your head again and letting you turn around so you were facing him. You settled in his lap, curling into his hold and burying your face into his chest. “You tired?” He asked, trailing his fingers up and down your back.
“Mhm,” you responded, closing your eyes and feeling yourself losing consciousness.
“Then go to sleep,” he said. “Don’t worry about anything, just go to sleep.”
His soft movements on your back and his body heat were inviting you to sleep and you relaxed further into him as you fell to sleep, the feel of his arms around you and his hair tickling your head the last thing you remembered.
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Do y’all ever just cry?
#bc I do#james hetfield#metallica#metallica imagines#james hetfield x reader#metallica x reader#on the one hand I’m like yes mmhm that tracks and the other half is like????#how did this goofy twink become the dilfiest dilf to ever dilf????#😭😂🧎🏼♀️
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hes so daddy like i cant take it anymore i need him.
imagine you are cuddling with him in bed skin to skin. your back is pressed against his chest and his arm is around your body. he whispers sweet things in your ear with is deep voice which sends your stomach into butterflies. gahhhhhhhh i want him so bad please like i can’t describe the way he makes me feel
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hey babes can you write a filthy smut with current James? it’s a NEED 🫶
Current!James would be just as active as his younger self but would be much more self-assured and confident in bed, and much more teasing. He'd start off with you sitting up, your back resting against the headboard and your legs spread wide open, gripped apart with his large and calloused hands supporting the stretch. He'd be sprawled out in between your hickey-ridden thighs, his mouth attached and lapping at your soaked entrance.
His beard would be embedding itself into your sensitive skin and leaving a red hue in its wake, and his nose would be persistently nudging against your swollen and abused clit. He'd tease and edge the hell out of you, his own cock jumping against the sheets below him in his briefs and begging for attention. He'd feel immense gratification as he watched you beg for release above him, your eyelashes damp and you using all of your own personal restraint to be good and not thrust your hips forward to ride his tongue.
He'd run his tongue up and down your folds and curl it around your nub until you'd begin to shake and pant out into the bedroom, before descending his way back down to your thighs and biting into your skin, his tattooed fingers barely making themselves into you before pulling out and collecting up your essence. He'd look you straight in the eye as he'd bring his sopping fingers up to his mouth, moaning at the taste of you enveloping his tastebuds and grinning to himself as you cried out for him to finally do something.
He'd taking pity on you and free himself from his underwear, and you'd watch with unhidden desire as his cock curves up and bumps against his navel, the tip already blushed red and weeping with precum.
"Is this what you need, baby? All you had to do was ask." He'd taunt you, before wrapping his rough palm around his shaft and groaning out from the relief he felt from the pressure. You'd nod and whimper out his name as he made his way back to you, lowering himself back onto his stomach and finally giving you the first release you so desperately needed.
He'd instinctually find his way back to your sex, his mouth immediately finding purchase on your clit and his middle and index fingers curling up inside of you with an accommodating and easy slide. He'd find your sponge-like spot with absolute finesse, already knowing the in's and out of you like the back of his hand, and you'd immediately begin to lose yourself; the warmth coiling in your stomach threatening to tether and break as his fingers fucked themselves into you with an unrelenting pace, while his lips curled around your bud to suck harshly.
James would watch you unbiddenly as you'd orgasm from his ministrations, his dick throbbing against the bedsheets as the force of your orgasm would cause your release to squirt out and land on his already soaking wet facial hair. You'd cry out and yank against his short and greying locks as he'd kiss and lick you dry, refusing to allow a single drop of you to go to waste.
"You think you can still take me, baby? I'm not done with you just yet." He'd ask and state, letting out a huff of laughter as your hips would raise at the light tap he'd give your pussy. You'd nod frantically as an answer, already eager for another round, this time with him inside of you and stretching you out. "Good girl."
You two would both sigh in relief as he entered you, each inch of his rigid and thickly veined cock sheathing itself inside and pressing against your pulsating walls with intent until his hips would meet with yours. James would hardly pause inside of you, only waiting until you fully relaxed around him before beginning to pivot into you with an unresolving pace. His arms would encircle themselves around your trembling form as he lost himself in the tight heat of you, and you'd grip onto him tight as the strength and force behind his thrusts would push you up against the headboard once again.
James would free an arm to reach up and grip your chin, guiding you to look up at him as he'd thrust himself up into you to the hilt, before bending down to rest his forehead against yours.
"Always so eager to get fucked," He'd grunt out against you, his long tongue coming out to tease the tip of yours as your mouth would gape open, you overwhelmed from his sheer length and girth and how impossibly deep he could reach inside of you. "Not going to stop until you're filled with my seed, and you're covered in me." He'd promise you as his hips would slam forward, before meeting with yours and causing an audible squelch to reverberate around the room.
You'd cum again only minutes later, overstimulated, with your legs seizing around his waist and his hand delicately wrapped around your throat. His gaze would be on you as your tears ran down his wrist, your head lolling forward and your eyes no longer able to focus as he continued to fuck into you with reckless abandon. He'd moan and pant against you as he filled you to the brim, praises spilling out of him as he'd flip you two over so you could sit on top of him and temporarily rest.
Only a few moments would pass before he'd gently lift you off of him and could feel himself stir and begin to harden again, as he watched a copious amount of semen slowly flood out of your puffy hole. You'd whimper as his fingers would gently find their way back into you and as you felt his thumb teasingly graze against your still overly sensitive clit.
"I said I wasn't going to stop until you were covered in me, didn't I?" He'd murmur against you and would eventually find his way back inside of your stretched heat once you calmed down and could collect yourself, just to lose yourself once again soon after.
The night would end hours later, with you heaving for breath against the ruined sheets beneath you, your watery eyes blearily taking in James lighting up a cigar and resting against the now slightly bent headboard, completely lax- his blue eyes unwavering as he takes in your debauched and bruised body, satisfaction filling his gut as he watches you slump down in satiated exhaustion.
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