Liv

Welcome!

I'm Liv, I'm 20, and I love Metallica.

I'll write pretty much anything as long as its fem!reader (I'm a girl and I have no clue how to write for guys)

Requests are open :) and my inbox is always open if you want to stop by and say hi

AO3: T0astbaby

Boundaries:

For writing: 

No animals or children (obviously)

Nothing with scat

Nothing with priests, nuns, or religion.

Nothing to do with EDs

I will write ‘dark’ content so feel free to ask but just know that I might choose to not write your request if I feel uncomfortable

For my blog in general:

No politics

No racism, sexism, homophobia or hate speech of any kind

Do not come here to talk about members' girlfriends or wives, whether positive or negative. I will block you. 

 Do not try to talk to me about members’ children, this is a fanfic blog don’t be weird

I might mention sh so just beware

DNI if you hate on any of the members of Metallica

Masterlist:

This pic makes me wanna do filthy things, I feel I wouldn’t be able to breath correctly if I was on the back of a motorcycle hanging on to James 🫪🥲🔥

he's so fucking fine here it's unbelivable

like i'm just imagining him taking you on a motorcycle ride on the PCH, you clinging on to him, resting your head on his back as he drove. he takes you out to some beach north of the bay area, far away from prying eyes. he'll set up a picnic and lay a blanket down for you rest on.

back on my bullshit about needing to be his sugar baby

i just want him to buy me dresses and shoes and jewelry so i can look pretty on his arm 24/7.

he's the type of guy to take you everywhere, to just show you off so everybody knows that he has a pretty girlfriend. he'll spoil you and take you on vacations and to nice restaurants and get you whatever you want.

YAYYYYYYYY i'm so fucking excited!!!!

your ideas and headcanons are sooooo good so I just know what ever you come up with is going to be amazing

please do

pookie this is one of my fav James pics of all time. i don't even know where to begin. his arms, his chest, his belly. the fact that he's about to burst out of those jeans. holy shit it looks like if he takes one deep breath the buttons gonna fly off.

me too, me too

like if you were getting gas at the station he hung out at he wouldn't leave you in peace. he'd let out the crispest wolf whistle and then say something so fucking foul your ears would burn. he'd look so fucking proud of himself when you got flustered, sending you a wink from across the parking lot. he wouldn't be subtle by how much you turned him on, palming himself through his jeans and staring at you with heavy eyes.

he'd come over while you were pumping gas, get up in your personal space and murmur about just how badly he wanted to bend you over the hood of your car. he'd tell you how good your tits would look wrapped around his dick, how pretty you'd be on your knees with his cum on your face.

he'd fucking laugh his ass off when you slapped him, saying that he doesn't mind it a little rough, that he likes it when girls have a little fire in them. he'd squeeze your hip and then walk away, promising that he'd see you later.

you're so right, i should

DILF SANDWICH DILF SANDWICH!!!!!!

need James to start performing shirtless again

yesyesyes

it has been added to the list (which has like a dozen fic ideas at this point) but i'm going start thinking of an outline for that one cause i just love the idea.

awww thank you 💗 this makes so happy

i've got like 6-8,000 more words left on the fic i'm writing (which i know sounds like a lot but it's getting done slowly) and then after that i'm going to write a shorter, angstier SKOM era James fic and then after that i'm gonna write a Rob fic