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Kinktober 2024 ft. Gaytallica

Here it is, this year's Kinktober list, there's a little bit of everything so... Oh, my brain is going to melt

I have some ships established for certain days but, there are other days that are still free so for that I will do voting

I swear, I don't have time but here I am doing this, I'm out of my damn mindset

my contribution to the metallica jameson toxic yaoi club

Can I pay someone who knows how to draw to help me come up with this tattoo please I have like refs I just need help putting it together

I will pay!

Dilfism at its finest!

Imagine meeting his gaze, you slowly approach and undress, he stares at you intensely then you straddle him and start moving over his erection...he squeezes your buttocks with his strong, large hands and then... he fucks you as if it were his last day on this earth...

I'm done.

"There came when recording the album in New York that he (Lars Ulrich) though he was having heart palpitations. I'd tell him it's just stress. But at any given time in the morning, he'd come to my room at the hotel and say, "Hey man, can I sleep with you?" He though he was having a heart attack. He was afraid of sleeping alone. He'd crash on the couch but around mine, he'd wake me up by crawling into my bed. We'd sleep together. And we both sleep naked. - Naked? Kirk shrugged, "It's not a big issue. I've known the guy going on fourteen years. We're very open with each other."

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Well, hello friends! I was inspired by Kirk's words, so I made a whole animation based on them :D Yeah, I wouldn't say it's detailed, and it's partly done in a sketch style. But making this animation brought me pleasure, I hope no one will be mad at me for this! And I also love Mother Mother

Hear me out, phone sex with 2004 James on his first tour sober and he’s just so desperate for his girl and starts telling her what to do and asks stuff like “what are you wearing?” Or saying “I want you to go lay in bed in just your panties for me baby.”

IVE ALWAYS WANTED TO WRITE PHONE SEX WITH JAMES

𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ²⁰⁰⁴

It was just two weeks since James left for tour, first one sober, and I was already aching from his absence. We kept in touch with calls, but tonight I just felt lonely. I missed his hands on me, his voice, and how he made me feel. I missed him.

I lay down on our bed, staring at the ceiling, when my phone rang. It was James, he was calling me from his hotel room. I answered the phone right away, and even the sound of his voice when he answered, my heart jumped a beat.

"Hey, baby." His deep and whining voice managed to give me chills.

"Hey, James," I answered while trying to keep my voice steady.

"I miss you," he said lowly, and it was quite hard to miss the yearning in his tone. "It's so hard not being with you."

"I miss you too, honey." My throat tightened a little. "I miss you so much."

For a sec, there was just silence apart from the sound of our breathing. His voice then returned on the line, softer and more personal. "What are you wearing?"

His question caught me off guard and yet it excited me., as I knew exactly where this was headed "Um, just one of your old T shirts," I said, looking down at the worn fabric. "And panties."

"God, I wish I could see you right now," he murmured. "Want you to do something for me, baby."

"Anything," I whispered.

"I want you to go lay in bed in just your panties for me. Can you do that?" he asked roughly, the sound of rustling fabric coming from his line.

"Yes," I breathed, already moving to strip off the t-shirt. I tossed it aside and snuggled into the duvet, feeling the cool sheets against my skin.

"Good girl," I heard he smiled. "Now I want you to touch yourself. Just over your panties… very gently."

I did slowly what he asked, running my fingers over the fabric and feeling heat grow between my legs. "I'm touching myself," I admitted, melting into the bed as I did as he asked.

"Tell me what that feels like," he encouraged, voice crackling over the phone.

"It feels good," I whispered. "Warm a-and soft..."

"Fuck, I wish I were there to feel you," he groaned. "I'm so hard just thinking about you."

"What are you doing?" I asked, fingers still tantalizingly rubbing.

"I'm lying on the bed, just in my boxers," he said. "I'm so hard, baby. I'm stroking myself through the fabric, imagining it's your hand."

The mental image making my clit throb. "God… I want to touch you," I said softly.

"Slide your panties off," he directed. "I want you to touch your pretty pussy for me."

I slipped the panties off and tossed them to the side, opening my legs a little more as I touched myself. "I'm so wet, James," I confessed, feeling the slickness on my fingers.

"God, I can't wait to taste you again," he groaned. "Rub your clit for me. Make yourself feel good."

I circled my clit with my fingers, giving in a little whine before I could censor myself. "I'm rubbing my clit," I strained, trying to speak louder than the whisper that emerged.

"Fuck, wish I were there to lick you, make you cum in my mouth," his voice rising with raw desire, had her listening openmouthed. "I’m stroking my cock now, baby. I'm so hard for you."

"What’s it like?" I moaned, wanting to be able to picture every detail as I began to squirm under my own ministrations on myself.

"Feels so good," he strained. "How hard I am, moving my hand up and down, pretending is your mouth, your pretty little pussy."

"I need you inside me," I moaned, and the heat built between my legs even more now. "I want you, James."

"I want you too, baby," he rasped, his voice raw with need. "I want you to push two fingers inside yourself. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," I breathed, slipping my fingers inside. The sensation was oh so sharp, and I could feel myself clenching around it.

"God, I wish I could feel you around my cock," he groaned. "Move your fingers in and out, just like I would."

I did, sliding my finger slow, feeling the wet and the heat. "I'm fucking myself with my fingers, James," I shook, rocking my hips into my palm.

"That's so hot," he agreed. "I’m pumping my cock, imagining it's inside you, feeling how tight and wet you are… just for me.."

"I want to taste you," I said, feeling bold. "I want to lick your cock, make you cum down my throat…”

"God, baby, you're killin’ me," he moaned. "I'm so close, just thinking about my cock filling your mouth."

"I'm so close too," I said and added a third finger, feeling the pressure start to lay on me.

He groaned again. "Come for me, baby. Let me hear you."

His voice, his vision in my head of him stroking himself was too much. My whole body shook and I came with a cry, feeling myself clench and ooze around my fingers

"Fuck, that's it," he groaned. "I'm cumming too, baby. I'm cumming- so hard…”

I could hear his breath hold, before a loud groan filled my ear. “Fuck… I’m covered in cum… all for you baby.”

All of you who like to write James Hetfield boot-riding smut should take notes (Please never stop writing them...I live for filthy, shameless but also humiliating, James smut)

He's staying strapped in more ways than one

Oh my god...Turn the Page is such an underrated Metallica song. I know it's a cover, but lord have mercy James' vocals on that song are so hot, I need him to sing it right next to my ear...in between his grunts and moans and- I MEAN-

Seriously though he sounds so fucking good on that song and it literally gets me so horny (Im kidding...obviously)(No Im not)

'98 James is so underrated in general...late 90s him was a whole other breed of man