Ok So Like LOWKEYYYYY Thot…lmk How You Feel About It.

THANK YOU GUYS FOR 400 FOLLOWERS WHAT THE FUCK??? 🫶🫶

​how is he the cutest most hottest most jaw-dropping-est most sexiest most leg-opening-est man to ever fucking exist

i’m ngl i’m actually starting to dig it a little…

You guys have been too horny.

Time to shave and cut 2012 James’s hair.

You guys will earn it back when you learn how to behave.

till his hair grows back.

in my mouth next time

what’s the point of having a head if i can’t give it to him?????

guys look at my girlfriend she’s so pretty

she’s so cute stop :((

SOBBING WHEN IS IT MY TURN

i would love to see you talk about dave with a spit kink!!

IDK WHAT ERA TO DO...... but these two would go so well for it or maybe even late 80s tbh..

IMAGINE WHEN HE EATS U OUT?!?!? this man spreading your thighs apart, rubbing your clit in soft circles before he adds a finger or two inside while you clench around them. HE WOULD MAKE U SO OVERSTIMULATED n js go fast to see you break. when he does actually eat you out tho he's literally SPITTING on it and looking up at you with hungry eyes. straight up devouring you and smirking into your folds whole he groans. he would get you to squirt so easily from it omllll and he wouldn't stop.

i can js imagine when it's your turn to give him a little something in return and you're on your knees in front of him. he'd be rutting against your cheek while he can barely look at your face without cumming. he'd stop for a minute to bend down to your face and grip onto your chin before he spits on you. he'd wipe the saliva off of your cheek before sticking his wet thumb in your mouth saying "swallow it, slut" before smirking to himself and calling you a good girl when you do <3333

AND WHEN YALL FUCCCKKKKK?!?!?!?!? he'd be fucking you in missionary or from the back and just make such a slut out of you. if its missionary he'll give slow and deep thrusts, spitting into your mouth whenever it's open then closing it off with his tongue, kissing you passionately.

BUT IF ITS FROM THE BACK....... he's going ad fast as his body will let him, the bed almost louder than the both of you combined. he'd he making a makeshift ponytail, gripping your hair so hard he's ripping strands out. his hands on your hips as he grips onto you so tight his hand prints are there, marking you up and making you his slut. he'd tell you to open your mouth so he can spit in it. if you EVER smile back and bite your lip from it, he'll just pound you harder until you're screaming for him and the neighbors <33

no cuz why is everyone at 11 months of playing guitar, they can play eruption sooooo effortlessly and i’ve been playing a little over a year and i’ve been trying to learn it but it’s so fucking difficult i’m going to cry 😭😭

AND EVERYONE KEEPS SAYING ITS EASY TOO LIKE NO ITS NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP

if anyone has any tips on how to get better i’m begging you please tell me 🙏🙏

SOBBING ON THE FLOOR I NEED HIM TO USE ME

Deprivation 👐 James Hetfield (18+)

Taking in unsteady, small breaths, you watch as James' eyes ablaze in the barely lit hotel room. Heat pulsates and tightens in your gut as his eyes seem to refuse to look anywhere else other than your trembling form. The small amount of relief you feel at the blatant look of desire and desperation painted on his face dies down as soon as it almost begins, as his expression soon turns into a predatory grin.

Reaching down to remove one of his heavy boots, his grin turns into a smirk as he watches you flinch at the sound of the heel smacking against the tiled floor.

"No need to look so nervous, doll," James muses out, his tone on the edge of becoming condescending. "This is what you wanted, right? You wanted me to be so hard for you, damn near begging to be inside of you? Walk into this hotel room and take you as soon as I see you in that skimpy outfit?" Eyes trailing down the lace that adorns your hips, he forces himself to look unaffected, even as his cock thrums impatiently against the zipper of his jeans.

Your thighs subconsciously rub together for friction as you watch him rest against the worn-out wall of the room, the garter belt on your left thigh sliding down and causing the side of your bikini line to become exposed from the movement. Shivering at the chill that makes its way up to your now glistening and wet sex, you go to slam your legs shut, but halt to a stop as James raises his hand.

"Keep them wide open. Want your pussy to be looking right back at me." Your cheeks redden as you hesitantly follow his command. Watching as you lean back against the shoulder-high dresser and spread your long legs along the ridges of wood, James bites back a groan as the material of your lingerie begins to dampen around the middle.

Letting out a gasp as the lace rubs against your sensitive clit, you send a watery glare his way as your bottom half begins to shake from the exertion. "You want me to beg, is that it?" You breathe out, the frustration you felt soon bleeding into need as you feel your slick begin to bead through the fabric. "You want me to beg you to breed me, like you usually do? Push me down into the covers and spank my ass red? Grab my waist and pull me back onto you while you thrust into me?" The breathiness in your voice turns into a plea as you begin to feel emotional. "Can't you see how much I need you too?"

"On your knees," James orders gently, his resolve breaking as he watches tears spring to your eyes. You refuse to break eye contact as you feel your knees give out beneath you and connect to the cold floor, tears collecting across your bottom eyelashes as your eyes follow James making his way over to you.

Letting out a placating huff, James' tongue dips out to run against his bitten lip as his hand cups your chin. "You're just a needy little thing, aren't you? A few weeks without your man's cock and I've got you crying without even touching you. So deprived," Running his thumb down the side of your neck, his hunger returns as he feels your abnormal heartrate thunder against his calloused skin. "How about I give you a little taste?"

Feeling you nod against his palm as you peer up at him through a blown-out gaze, he delicately parts your mouth open with his fingers and curses out quietly as your tongue automatically wraps itself around his digits.

Teasingly grazing his middle and ring fingers with your teeth, your pussy walls clench as you feel his dick jump against the skin of your forearm. Unable to hold back the desperation you felt with wanting to be filled, you raise a shaky hand and place it on his zipper, jolting your head forward and allowing his fingers to slide back to the beginning of your throat. Moan echoing around the room involuntarily, James' eyes flutter shut at the pressure, before reopening in a glare. Gritting his teeth at the disobedience, James quickly yanks his digits out of your mouth, the spit strands collecting in between his fingers now dripping down and landing on his jeans.

Before you were even able to mourn the loss of the heaviness of his fingers on your hungry tongue, a soaked palm was pressed against your neck and holding you in place. Euphoria ran through you as the familiar and moderate pressure was applied, and your eyesight becomes slightly blurred as James yanks you forward. Using his free hand to haphazardly unbuckle his belt and tug down his pants, he tightens his grip against your windpipe until your eyes nearly cross in bliss and you're gasping out for a breath.

You let out a half-attempted whine as his hand loosens its grip and travels its way to the back of your nape, before clamping down in your unruly locks in a fist.

"Since you can't even suck on my fingers without getting distracted and disobeying me, how about I give you something bigger instead?" Swallowing thickly at his demeaning tone, you watch him encircle his red-tipped cock in his hand, before shifting closer and smacking the head against your cheek. You feel your wetness begin to glide down the smooth skin of your calf as a smear of precum creates a line from your cheekbone, down to your swollen bottom lip. James watches in satisfaction as your lips part on their own without question, and slowly wrap themselves around the base of his dick.

"Tap three times if you need me to stop, alright, baby?" James asks, a smile fighting its way on his face as you squeeze his leg in confirmation. "Good girl."

The grip in your hair tightens as his fist pushes your head down, causing your throat to constrict in shock from the invasion. Tears stream down your cheeks as his balls slap against your chin in a steady rhythm, and your nose brushes against the light layer of hair on his groin every time he pauses and allows you to deepthroat. Releasing your locks and instead loosely wrapping his hand against your throat once again, James feels his ballsack begin to tighten and raise as the added pressure begins to push him closer to his release. Opening his mouth and letting out a low pitched mewl, his thighs bracket you in as his cum begins to roll down your tongue and into your abused throat.

Hissing out in overstimulation as you swallow around him to fully ingest his seed, James slowly exits your mouth and gently guides you to your feet as you lick your lips clean.

Unable to resist the temptation of wanting to taste himself on your tongue, James tips your chin up and bends down to envelop you in a deep kiss. Musk and bitterness cover his tastebuds as he dances his way into your willing mouth, and saliva drips down your chin is a messy tandem as he pulls away. Letting out an amused laugh as you chase his mouth with closed eyes, James instead wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you up with ease.

Eyes opening up wide, you let out a squeal as you're tossed onto the bed and climbed onto. Sending you a playful smirk as your back arches up to help him remove the lingerie from your sweat clad skin, James places a delicate kiss on your reddening kneecaps before pushing himself back on his calves.

"So, what were you saying about me breeding you?" He asks you in a casual tone, causing you to flush. Grinning to himself, James slowly caresses his fingertips down to your swollen clit, before roughly pressing his thumb into the sensitive flesh. Jolting up and moaning loudly from the sensation, you try to buck your hips away, but quickly get held down instead.

"When I ask you a question," James begins, placing both of his palms on your trembling thighs and opening them wide. Sliding himself further down on the bed, he rests his chin on the inner part of your right calf, before brushing his thumb against your clit in a newfound, quick pattern. "You answer."

"Want you to fill me up." You stutter out as you feel yourself pulsate and quiver, a fresh line of slick running down your puffy entrance.

Humming out in an answer, James runs his fingers through your folds and stops right before where he knows you want him to be. "Right here?" Shaking your head, you murmur out a no.

"How about right here?" Clicking your tongue to the roof of your mouth in exasperation, you lift yourself onto your elbows, before flying back and digging your nails into the sheets as James chuckles against your hole.

Licking a large stripe up to your clit and budding against it with the tip of his tongue, James lets out a moan as your nails find purchase in his scalp instead. Index finger slowly making its way inside of you, you let out a wail as the pad of his soaking wet fingertip makes contact with your sponge-like spot repeatedly. Abandoning your clit to instead slide his tongue inside of you with his finger, James eats into you with fervor as he feels you begin to spasm around him and lock his head in between your thighs.

Pressing his face down into your cunt and lifting your legs to ride him as best as you can, as his free hand presses down on your stomach, your abdomen tenses as you feel a gush of your release cover your boyfriend down to his wrist and his neck.

Letting your head fall back onto the pillows beside you, you slowly unlock your legs from around James' head and watch as he slides his tongue down his wrist. Lapping up the remainder of your cum and running his thumb down his neck to check for any residual, your boyfriend sits up as he stares down at your disheveled appearance.

Running his palms down your still shaking legs to comfort you, James sends you a sheepish grin, causing you to raise an eyebrow. Before you could ask him what was wrong, you felt a familiar hardness press against you.

"Seriously?" You ask out in disbelief, but grin to yourself, pleased at the fact that with you, he was insatiable.

Shifting his hips forward and moaning out as his cockhead brushes against your entrance, his eyes look down at you with undisguised desperation.

"You aren't still too sensitive, are you?" He asks you in a soft tone, before closing his eyes in relief as you shake your head and guide him inside of your tight, welcoming heat.

Groaning out in unison as he fills you to the hilt, you look up at your boyfriend; eyes squeezed shut, slick with sweat, long hair sticking to his neck and cascading down his shoulders, nails gripping into your already bruising waist as he fucks into you with reckless abandon, his hips roughly making contact with yours.

Gripping onto his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his waist as he thrusts you up the mattress and against the hotel bedroom's headboard; you realize that maybe, just maybe, you weren't the only one who was feeling deprived.