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Can you please write something for 2000's James where reader finds out she's pregnant and she starts stressing because she thinks James is going to leave her but he reassures her that hew onto and that he loves her and it's just fluffy

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IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR PREGNANCY STUFF BRO UDGDHDHDHS

𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ²⁰⁰⁴

Staring down, the little plastic stick in my hand, those two pink lines blurred together, and tears sting in my eyes immediately. My heart hammered in my chest, and I could barely catch my breath.

Pregnant. I was pregnant. I’m pregnant with James’ baby.

James had just left for the studio, another long day lying ahead of him. The thing was, he had been so busy with the band, always working on something new, and I just hadn't found the right moment to talk to him. Now, standing alone in our bathroom, I was pretty much paralyzed.

I tried to envision his reaction. Would he be confused? Upset? Was he going to leave me, leave us? The thought of it just churned my stomach. I had to tell him, but how? The better question at that moment was, how could I break the news without falling apart? Knowing that he would pack his things and abandon me and our baby.

That day was way too long, each minute was a hour. I did some housework, trying to get my mind off things, but every time I looked at my watch, that feeling crashed over me.

I couldn't eat, my mind was too mixed up.

When James came home, I was beside myself with anguish and anxiety.

He walked through the door with that very confident stride, but the tiredness in his eyes was plain. Dropped his bag by the door and smiled at me. "Hey, baby," he said, packing me into his arms. "How was your day, sweetheart?"

I forced the smile onto my face, praying he wouldn't see the very obvious signs to what was bothering me. "It was okay," I told him through a lie, pressing my face into his chest.

His smell, slight sweat and cologne, was comforting, but didn't quite help my nervousness.

James pulled back and looked at me with worry, he always knew whenever something was wrong. "What's wrong?" he asked, his brow furrowing. "You seem off."

I could hardly hold anything back. The dam burst, and I just dissolved into tears. James's eyes went wide with alarm as he hastily guided me onto the couch, sitting me down very gingerly. "Hey, hey, what's going on, baby?" he asked softly.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "James, I… I don't know how to say this," I started, my voice trembling. "I found out today… and I’m- I’m so scared… I'm pregnant."

He didn't react immediately. He stared at me, and for a second, I thought the worst. Then the slow smile spread across his face as he pulled me tightly into his arms.

"That's amazing," he whispered, sounding choked at the prospect of fatherhood. "Why are you so upset?”

I pulled back, looking into his eyes. "I thought... I thought you might be angry, or that you might leave," I admitted, my voice cracking as I cried. "I was so scared." I sniffled.

James' expression softened, and he cupped my face in his hands. "Leave you? Why would I ever do that?" he asked, the kindness in his eyes so so real. "I love you more than anything. And now, we're going to have a baby. Our baby."

He laid a light hand upon my stomach, and his eyes shone. "Our little baby's in there," he marvelled, eyes flicking back to mine. "I can't wait..."

This time, tears streamed down my face, but it was in relief. "I love you," I whispered, reaching into his touch and pulling my arms around his neck.

James must have scented my lingering unease, he drew me closer, and in the circle of his arms, I was safe. "I love you too," he whispered back. "And I'm not going anywhere. We're gonna have a perfect little family."

It was like a crash of peace just hit me as I laid my head on his shoulder. We were going to be all right.

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.”

could you write a angst for Kirk Hammett? it can be anything I just need some hurt rn 🤞🏻😔

Promises

Kirk Hammett x Reader

warnings: angst, cheating, crying

word count: 1k

summary: Kirk made a promise that he failed to keep.

A/N: ofc bbg thanks so much for sending in a request. Sorry if it's shit I wrote it in an hour.

The ring on your finger suddenly felt heavy as you looked into his remorseful eyes, a stark contrast to the green ones boring into you from behind his boxer-clad body.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered so timidly, you thought you had imagined it over deafening screams of the roaring crowd outside.

Your nostrils flared, a red hot anger coursing through your veins at the abhorred sight, as well as an overwhelming urge to slap him across his pouting face. You knew you were crying; the look your boyfriend was giving you was proof enough.

“No.”

His face fell even more - if possible. Glistening lines on his face shined in the bright light of his dressing room, his frown deepening with worry. His bare chest rose and fell with vigour, an unsettling feeling set deep in his stomach; this was never meant to happen.

But as he stared at your watery eyes he knew what the outcome of this conversation was going to be. 

And still, he begged. He pleaded, “Please, I’m sorry.” He attempted to keep a steady voice, though he knew he failed. 

“No Kirk! I trusted you!” It was your turn to keep your voice steady, but with every word and every wince on his face, the more sadness took over you. 

Kirk came closer to you, the woman still lying naked on the couch tossed aside as he watched his soon-to-be-wed girlfriend back away from him as if he were a complete stranger. He knew he shouldn’t have done it - the moment she came onto him he knew he had made a mistake, and yet he carried on. 

“I’m sorry! She means nothing to me!” The woman behind him scoffed, contradicting his words. “I love you.” His voice died down to a whisper once again, and his hand reached out toward yours.

His fingers only managed to brush the tips of yours before you were ripping your hand away. “Stop fucking lying!” Your voice came out harsh and rushed in anger. “I can’t take this anymore, Kirk! The constant lying, partying, drinking, it’s just too much. And this has pushed me over the edge.” You were breathing heavily, eyes focusing on the ceiling light above you.

“Please! We can work through this, please don’t leave!” His pleading eyes met yours as you looked at him; his hair dishevelled and skin covered in a light layer of swear. Normally you’d think he’s beautiful like this, but you immediately shook those kinds of thoughts from your head. “You don’t need to do this!” 

“Stop making this so hard for me.” Your voice was almost a whimper, breathy, a beg for him to stop.

“You don’t have to leave, y/n.” He seemed to have caught his breath, a glimmer of hope lighting up in his eyes. “I love you.” He claimed once again.

“Stop lying to me!” You clenched your eyes together, refusing to look at him. You always knew this would be a possibility. For him to leave on tour and forget about you with someone else, but he always assured you it would never happen; that you were the only one he had eyes for. How foolish you were for believing him.

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair. 

“I love you too.” You replied, turning on your side to face him, giving him a small peck on the corner of his mouth. 

His eyes lit up as he looked up at you, a cute boyish grin tugging at his lips and curly hair covering his eyes as he whispered against your lips, “Turn around, this is my favourite part.” You smiled at his childishness and wiggled back around on the couch just in time to catch Jack look through the pages of his manuscript.

You couldn’t focus, however, a nagging feeling in your stomach as you felt your boyfriend rub circles into your hip, “Kirk?” He hummed in response, “Promise me something?” You looked behind you to meet his eyes.

“Anything.”

You kept eye contact, “Promise me you won’t find anyone else when you leave.” 

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “I would never.” He let out a little chuckle, as if the thought amused him, “You actually worry about that?” He asks, turning serious once again. 

“I dunno, it’s just that I can’t exactly be with you and I’m sure you’ll be surrounded with pretty girls.” The insecurities come out to play as you explain to Kirk, the nagging feeling only becoming deeper as you speak. 

“You have nothing to worry about, I promise.”

You felt numb. The thought alone made you nauseous, but the sight was an even worse feeling. “You promised.” The tears were leaving stains over your cheeks, a salty taste in your mouth every once in a while.

He didn’t have anything to say in response, so he just looked at the ground and nodded. I know.

“So why did you break it!?” You shouted, anger once again taking over. 

“I don’t know, y/n! I’m sorry.” He sobbed. You almost wanted to feel bad for him, but the rage you felt far overpowered your remorse. He didn’t deserve any of it.

Frustrated by the lack of answers, you ripped the silver ring off your finger and stomped towards him. He was still looking at the floor, but saw your shadow and lifted his head to meet your eyes. You picked up his hand and opened his palm flat. Kirk’s heart dropped in his chest as he felt the band being placed into his palm. 

Kirk’s eyes never left yours as he opened his mouth to beg once again, “W-wait y/n. Please, don’t leave me.” His voice was no longer loud, the hope of you staying dissipating rapidly as he watched you start to turn around before grabbing your arm.

“If I don’t leave now I’m just going to regret it later when this happens again.” You rip your arm out of his grip and leave, not looking back at his reaction. It would only hurt you more.