#Metallica fanfic

[hammettsandwich]

james and the reader are best friends and james is in love with her and she accidentally walks in on james jerking off with her panties in his hand and he doesn't notice that she stands there until he finished and then thay and up fucking

first time writing smut😬😪

Caught

Me and James were best friends. We were inseparable, so much so that we would spend nights at eachothers houses. Tonight was one of those nights.

I was getting ready to go grab something from the store, just some snacks for the two of us. I finished putting on my sweatpants and left my bedroom.

I headed towards the spare room in my house where James was so I could tell him I'm heading out to the store. When I made it to the room I heard shuffling and odd noises. I furrowed my eyebrows and slowly turned the knob, making sure I was quiet

My jaw dropped when I saw him laying down on the bed. He was naked with a thin layer of sweat on his chest, and in his hand were a pair of my panties. I turned bright red.

I heard him groaning and breathing heavily, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, his hand moving with long fast strokes.

James held the pair of panties just above the tip. He kept squirming and whimpering, I couldn't make out what he was saying.

It felt wrong to watch this, but I didn't take my eyes off him. The moaning was getting louder, his stomach would dip slightly when he picked up the pace.

Within a few seconds James bucked his hips and ropes of cum shot onto the piece of clothing.

I coughed slightly trying to get James attention. His head shot towards me and he covered himself with the blankets. His expression was one of embarrassment. "Its not what it looks like! I was just-"

I slowly made my way towards the bed. Still looking at him with shock. "Really? To me it looked like you were jerking off.. to my underwear." I looked down at the blanket covering his lower half and removed it. His dick was still twitching.

"Im sorry. I was just.. I don't know." James stuttered. His cheeks were bright red.

I giggled softly. My hands trailed towards his cock. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it. "No need to apologize. I enjoyed the show." James let out a moan as I started to move my hands up and down his erection.

I slipped out of my sweatpants, I wasn't wearing any underwear. I climbed onto the bed and straddled him. "You could've told me that you needed me."

He was still red. "It would've been awkward.." I rolled my eyes at his response. My hand continued to jerk him off at a slow pace. "So?"

James continued to let out a string of moans as I moved my hand. I used my free and rubbed my clit in small circles. Eventually I positioned myself above his dick and sunk down slowly.

"God- Oh, that feels so.. good." James let out more moans and whimpers, he whispered about how good it felt.

I rocked my hips and started to ride him at a good pace. I looked down and James was squirming, his eyes were closed shut. "It feels so good.. Faster, please"

I started to ride him faster, my legs were giving out under me. I felt him twitch inside of me. He was close, so was I.

My pace quickened. "James.. Im c-close." James eyes opened he wrapped his arms around me. "I am too.."

Eventually I reached my peak. I let out a pornographic moan.

Seconds after, James finished inside of me. His warm seed filled me up. My legs were shaking as I got off of him.

I plopped down next to him. "That was.. great." I nodded at what James said. "It was." I cuddled up closer to him and sighed.

"You owe me new underwear though.."

was this good guys😬...

[xanticore]

could you do a fluff/smutty fic with james hetfield where he takes the readers v card pls <33 preferably an established relationship and set in the early 90s but you take the reigns !!

I hope you like this anon! I thought this au was so cute! <3

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍

Genre: Fluff and Smut

Setting: early 90s ; black album era

Warnings: piv, slight choking, mentions of alcohol and drinking. drugs involved (just cigarettes), unprotected. (wrap up)

Summary: Metallica was just about done with their world tour. Their last stops being in the states, selling out arenas and some stadiums they had booked. They were currently on break until it was time to tour North and South America. You guys were at a celebration party, celebrating a successful abroad tour. Though, James wanna celebrate in a different way, of course you couldn't say no to that.

"CHEERS TO A SUCCESSFUL AND SAFE...BLACK ALBUM TOUR. I WANNA THANK EVERYONE ON OUR TEAM FOR MAKING ANOTHER TOUR HAPPEN!" Lars said as he shot his red cup in the air that was filled with some type of alcohol.

Everyone said their cheers and cheered before taking a sip of their drink. "Another tour..another successful album to be quite frank." James raised his brow. You chuckled at his comment. You both were sitting on the couch playing a game of cards with Kirk and his girlfriend. The two couple across from you and nodded. "Dare I say we deserve something for it." Kirk said.

The band wasn't too focused on getting trophies but they highly appreciated the recognition they rightly deserved. You supported James and been with him since Kill em All. You really watched the band grow and become experienced with their sound and instruments. The fact you were able to witness everything in real time just gave you goosebumps.

Not only that, you couldn't stop thinking about how you two were about to celebrate 10 years of being together. 'A decade already?' You thought. Time was sure going fast and as the saying goes, 'Time goes by fast when you're having fun.' Rightfully so. You sure as hell was having the best time while dating James. There was never a dull moment in the 10 years you've been with him. You guys aren't perfect but you both matched each other perfectly.

It was getting late so you guys decided to head on home. You entered your shared apartment and you two were quick to just flop on your soft bed after being out all day. You two were exhausted and just needed some rest for a moment. A moment to relax for a bit.

"Home! god i miss this bed!" James said as his face was muffled in the pillow. He let out a guttural sigh that couldn't help but make you laugh. He turned his head to look at you with a smile.

"What?" You said curiously.

"Nothing...I just, you know..wanna celebrate my tour in a different way~ a quick blow? pleasee?" He asked politely. He knew that you were still a virgin but of course, you two managed to please each other when it came down to any of you being horny, so you wasn't entirely inexperienced.

"Don't you want more?"

"More?"

"Yeah?"

James looked at you confused as he sat up. "More what? I don't want nothing else.."

"Oh so you don't wanna take my virginity then?"

You can see when his heart skipped a beat and had butterflies in his stomach. "Wait- I-"

You just nodded as James obviously didn't have no words to say.

"Are you sure?" He asked. He slowly moved closer towards you. "Mmhm..I'm sure. 100%. I love you so so much and I'm ready." After your words, he kissed your cheek then moved towards your lips pecking them. "I will go easy on you baby. Just let me know when it hurts or you want me to slow down- or even stop ok?" He whispered in between each peck. Eventually, you guys were in a much needed kiss.

His tongue going against yours; exploring your familiar mouth. James had you stripped down in mere seconds. He was taking his time on you and didn't wanna rush a moment like this. He kissed down your stomach and kissed the waistband of your panties. He slowly slid them off exposing your wet cunt.

He loves going down on you ever since the first time you guys did it back in 83. You could definitely tell the difference between 20 year old James with no experience and a 30 year old James, with experience and knows all your rights spots from memory.

He was now at your entrance. He first rummaged through the bed side drawers to take out an unopened box of condoms. James also had a box; just in case for moments like these when you were feeling up for it.

"No-" You said grabbing his wrist. "Don't put it on..." James was taken aback and looked at you for a moment indeed of reassurance. You nodded and he just put the box back. "Damn so i technically bought those for nothing?" He shook his head as you giggled. He was a pretty good size in length and girth. Your heart was pounding and it was way too late to back down now. He slowly pushed himself into, feeling your tight walls around him. "Fuck-" He cursed under his breath. You groaned at the slight pain and even winced a bit. The pain was sharp and uncomfortable and it had you breathing heavily.

"Calm down, breath. I don't want you to pass out." James said as he caressed his cheek. He was now fully inside of you. He kept this position for a minute until you were comfortable and ready. He began moving slowly, his thrust was manageable but it was still highly uncomfortable for you. You soon relaxed your body more and kept breathing. Eventually you got the hand of his movements and his size. The moment you felt comfortable is the moment your body wanted more. James being a gentleman that he is, he still kept going slow.

His low groans and grunts filled the room and it turned you on. "Go a little faster..." You told him in a whisper. "You sure baby doll?"

You nodded.

You didn't have to tell James twice. He increased his thrust speed to a medium. That unfamiliar uncomfortable feeling was finally long gone and out of your hair. You officially lost your virginity to the man you love and,, you didn't mind him using you like some toy.

Once you had a feel to him, James had you in all different positions. Different positions you never thought you could even do. He wasn't going soft and sweet but more rough and sloppy like he hadn't fucked in ages...technically he hasn't but he's willing to wait. You guys were both back to missionary and he moved his hand down to your throat, softly squeezing it; filling your choking kink you always had.

His eyes were dark and his voice was deep and raspy. "Gonna come now baby...fuck-" He moaned out. Your moans were the only sounds being heard throughout the room besides the harsh smacking of skin to skin contact. He was thrusting hard and deep in your cunt. "Yeah..i think- i feel it-" You whined. He subconsciously went even more faster and rougher. You thought he was gonna break the bed but you didn't care. In the heat of the moment you, just wanted to come; and you came.

He quickly pulled out, jerking himself off as he released himself onto your stomach, causing a sticky mess. "Fuck- fucck-" He huffed and took a deep breath. He looked down at you, your face was red and tired from the activity. He grabbed a few tissues and cleaned up your stomach. "Thats my girl...thats.my.girl." He said before landing two kisses on your cheeks. You smiled and watched him lay on his side of the bed catching his breath.

"You know were locked in now...like this." He said putting his crossed fingers. "Im happy to be your first, and I'm willing to be your first in anything else."

"My first husband??"

"Now don't spoil our future...but yeah...your first husband." He turned to wink at you causing your heart to skip a beat.

a/n: I hope you like this fic anon and and anyone else that read it.

dividers: cr to owners

[cryptic--writing]

HI 🦐🐺🧮🥤

1999 KIRK. VAMPIRE. YOU MEET HIM AT A CLUB. YOU DONT FIGURE OUT HES A VAMPIRE UNTIL U GET TO HIS PLACE. NASTY SEX. FROM THE BACK. FULL LENGTH MIRROR. BLOOD DRINKING. CHOKING.(?)

I’m a freak fr jus lmk 👅

hihi!

happy start of Halloween season!!!!! my fav time of year besides summer

highkey pissed at tumblr bc they wouldn't let me post but now they are

im typing all of this on the 24th but it wont be out until Monday prob (not nice enough to give y'all 2 fics in one day..)

also I'm reeditting this before it comes out so it comes out on Oct first bc vampire spooky and other ppl seem to do smut for cotover so if you know why or what that is lmk and perchance I could participate

anuyways this came out shitty but still post worthy and sorry for the wait!!

anyways

word count: 2k something

warnings: smut, drinking, choking, blood drinking, slight degradation, rough sex, poorly written smut, I'm prob forgetting some stuff so lmk

LATE NIGHT TREAT (1999)

I was wearing my best, well, not in the formal sense. My best clubbing clothes. Tight, sleek, short and revealing was my gorgeous black dress, small dark red stripes on the fabric. I had matching heels, a deep dark red. I was stunning, and it seems that the patrons of the club thought so as well, getting drinks offered by other men. None of them were interesting, the same losers who just wanted some fun for the night. Not that that wasn't what I was looking for, it just wasn't from them.

That was, until he offered me one.

“Mind if I get you a drink?” He asked. Something about him, so mysterious and alluring about him. His shoulder length black curls shone under the lights around us. I couldn't figure out what it was about him that was so…

“Yes, thank you,” I answered and he ordered for me.

“You here alone?” He asked, and I nodded.

“Mhm, just me,” I answered again.

“Really? No boyfriend? No nothing” He inquired.

“Yeah, seems so,” I answered with a soft giggle, he smiled.

“Im Kirk, by the way,” Kirk introduced himself.

“Nice to meet you then,” I answered back, smiling.

He nodded, “Mhm, nice to meet you too.. Y’know, I have a room at that fancy hotel down the street, maybe you'd wanna come with me..” Kirk offered in a sultry voice.

I smirked in response, “Sure, I wouldn't mind that at all..” I answered back, and we began to head to the hotel.

Once in his room, it wasn't long before things began to get heated. The door shut behind us and our lips met, gently at first before reaching a more passionate and deep level. Only knowing each other for mere minutes, though it felt like our bodies had known each other for centuries.

HE pushed me towards the bed, our mouths still ravishing each other, laying me down as he began to slip down my dress, my lace matching bra and panties being revealed to his hungry gaze, causing him to groan.

“Fuck, youre just..” He groaned out, beginning to work on his own clothes, stripping down to nothing. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of his hard and throbbing length, working on getting my lingerie off of me, each movement of his hands revealing a new piece of skin.

He unclasped my bra, freeing my breasts as he stared down at them, ogling. He leaned down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, moaning softly at the sensation, when I felt something sharp graze my sensitive skin, making me whine and arch into his touch before he pulled away, taking me into his sight.

There was something in his eyes, lust, desire, need, and another thing I couldn't exactly figure out. It wasn't human.

Kirk began to kiss his way down my body, starting and my neck and trailing down, licking and sucking occasionally, the sensations sending shivers down my spine until he reached the waistband of my lacy panties, looking up to makes eye contact as he bit on them, dragging them off of me with his teeth. The sight made me feel like I was getting wetter by the second, and I definitely was.

His eyes met my glistening cunt, and his pupils dilated.

“Soaked already, hm?” He teased with a grin, licking a stripe up my slit that made my back arch with a maon before he pulled away.

“Taste just as sweet as you look,” He murmured, “Get on fours,” Kirk instructed harshly, and I listened, getting on my hands and knees. Though, that wasn't enough for him, his hand being firmly placed on my back and pushing down, making me arch with my ass in the air, my face slumped into the sheets beneath me.

Kirk teased my hole with the tip, already dripping with precum before he reached down and gripped my hair tightly, pulling my head up, my eyes looking in the full length mirror in front of me.

“Eye contact, the full time. Needa see how nicely you can take my cock,” He purred, and I nodded.

Kirk began to push in, the size stretching my perfectly as I let out a loud moan as he bottomed out. He threw his head back, his mouth open, staring at him in the mirror, I saw something.

Two sharp teeth.

Two sharp canine teeth.

Vampires had become a threat as of recent, but I never heard of them just fucking pope. Maybe he was gonna kill me? I’d die happy.

He began pounding into me, hard and fast as he slapped my ass harshly, causing me to yelp out at the stinging sensation, sure that a mark of sorts would be left over.

Kirk's pace only increased, slamming into me harder and faster as I helplessly moaned and whimpered at his actions.

It was growing too much, my face burying itself back in the sheets before my head was yanked back up by my hair, another harsh slap on my skin.

“Did I say you could stop looking at me, hm?” He scolded me, pounding deeper as I moaned out in response. “Answer me baby, did I say you could stop?” Kirk asked, his tone dark.

I shook my head, “no..!” I moaned out before he let go of my hair.

“That's what I thought,” Kirk muttered before resuming pounding into me, searching for his own pleasure as I began to grow close to my release, fluttering around him as I strained my vocal chords from moaning, only able to muster out whimpers and whines.

Kirk didn't care about my exhaustion, only pounding harder as he grew closer and closer to his own release. He went deeper, harder, faster, hitting every spot in me he could reach, the sensations overwhelming me.

As if I couldn't grow anymore overstimulated, Kirk reached down and began to  toy with my sensitive clit, making me let out a sharp moan, whining and whimpering louder than before, his other hand reaching to snake around my neck, squeezing lightly as he choked me. Just hard enough to make me struggle to breathe and moan as loud.

“Shut up and take it, slut,” He degraded me, squeezing a bit tighter as he rubbed faster.

There was so much going on, tears began to fall from my eyes in pleasure and exhaustion, tightening around him further as I felt him lean forward, his mouth now near my ear as he gave a particularly hard squeeze to my neck, making me choke further before lessening his grip.

“Fuck, im gonna cum..” He warned in a loud groan, removing his hand from myu throat.

Then I felt a sharp pain in my neck, a piercing feeling as his hands were replaced by his sharp vampiric teeth, sucking the blood from my neck making me more and more woozy as I came all over his cock. 

He pulled away from my neck, “Gonna drain you and fill you up at the same time, hm?” He cooed in my ear as he latched his mouth back onto my neck, drinking more blood as he plowed into me one final time and sending his release through me.

Another moment later he pulled away from my neck, a hickey like bruise forming there from his harsh sucking. Kirk wiped his mouth, savoring the taste of my blood as he pulled out, looking at the mess of our combined fluids that now dripped out of me.

“Mmm, we'll have to do that again sometime. Taste just as good as you look,” Kirk complemented, heading into the bathroom to clean up, leaving me there, an exhausted mess that was spent from the means of a vampire.

[doubletalkingmaeve]

Jason Newsted sfw alphabet

Needed to get this out of my system so I can sleep peacefully again

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s extremely affectionate and he’s not scared about showing it in public. He’ll hold your hand, have his arm around you, you name it and he’s doing it. He shows affection in a lot of ways but his main language is just being around you. Since he’s touring the world every other day, he likes to spend every second he can with you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Jason would be that one friend that you take everywhere because he’s so easy to talk to and can just read the room clearly. He’s very supportive and I’d see him as the friend who comes round and helps you fix something at your house. The friendship would start either because he knew you since he was young, you were a friend-of-a-friend or he just met you on the road.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves a cuddle!!!! You’re in his arms at every given opportunity. If you’re sitting together, he’d have his arm around the back of the chair you’re sat on. He’s hugging you from behind, arms around your waist if you’re sat on him, like I said before he’s a very affectionate person. After a tough day though, he’s got his head in the crook of your neck and cuddling you.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning)

He wants to settle down and he plans to, things are just a little more awkward because of the whole “band” thing. He tries his best to make the balance work and he’s not always perfect with it. He’s a lot better at cleaning than he is cooking. The food he makes is edible but if you want to actually taste something… maybe he better take a step back.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Jase is not a shy person by any means, if he’s grown to be comfortable with you, but unfortunately it’s not working out, he’d tell you in person. He’d call you over for a chat at his and maybe prewarn you over the phone. He’d probably sugarcoat things a tiny bit and I see him as someone who’d blame himself if things went wrong (even if it obviously wasn’t)

F = Fiancé (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Now, it’s obviously quite known that he isn’t exactly the most loyal man in the world but I feel like when he knows he’s found the one, he’s behaving himself. I feel like he’d wait at least a year and a half to two years before he proposes, and even then the wedding would be a couple months after that. He loves the idea of being a family and marriage is important to him.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Jason is extremely gentle. He’s one of the most patient and supportive people out there. He treats you like a gentleman and would never even dare to be caught dead talking bad about you, let alone treating you bad. He leaves soft kisses on you and is always there to listen. Doesn’t matter what the subject is, he wants you to come to him and share your problems.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

BIGGEST HUG LOVER IN THE ROOM!!! He’s constantly needy, he with smother you with hugs, especially when it’s just the two of you. His hugs are warm and tight but just the right amount. He’s always got either both arms around your waist or one there and the other over your shoulders. He could spend hours just cuddling and hugging you and that’s not an exaggeration.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I feel like after a couple weeks, but it all depends on the situation with you two. It might accidentally come out of his mouth and he just runs with it, but after a couple dates and when he feels the time is right, he’ll say it. After that, he’s always dropping it and will remind you everyday if he has to.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He’s not an overly jealous person, but jealousy is a normal emotion and everyone feels it some point. He doesn’t get jealous when you’re busy talking and hanging out with other men. The only expectation is when someone gets too touchy with you or says something out of line that be doesn’t like, only then does he get wound up. When Jason does get jealous though he goes deadly silent. The bubbly personality is gone and he’s fully tense. His body language and the death glares he gives speak for themselves.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses start of soft and nice. He likes to be gentle at first and if things are going well he’ll be the one to deepen the kiss. Jason doesn’t force anything on you, he can tell by the way your body reacts and he goes with it. He likes to kiss every single inch of you, but his favourite parts are your lips (of course) and your forehead. When it comes to him, I don’t think he’d every admit it unless you ask, but he has a soft spot for kisses on the side of his neck.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I mean this man is a literal child at heart so he fits right in. He’s likes to be the fun uncle and he takes that position very seriously. Him being more relaxed ultimately means you got the short straw and are now dubbed the strict one. He’s the type of person to completely spoil them even if he doesn’t realise it and whatever they want, they get. He’d gladly babysit if he’s asked to, he’d just be a great person to be around.

M = Morning (How are morning spent with them?)

I don’t see him as the worlds best morning person but I do see him as someone who is easily confused as soon as they wake up. Years of touring has left him with the “what country is this? what time? what--” questions. When he’s half awake he’s always patting his hand on your side of the bed to see if you’re still there which ends with him cuddling you to death or a sulking Jason. He’s always the one to get up and put the coffee on, but if the two of you are in no rush, then it’s cuddle time.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Once again, it depends, but even when it’s a night on tour or back in your home, expect to be served all the attention you could possibly want. The nights you’re on tour you normally have Jase talking about how good the last show was and how he’s excited for the next one. After finishing both of your night routines, you climb into bed and Jase is there with his arms wide open. You talk til you fall asleep. When you’re at home, you watch a movie or just browse the TV together until one of you gets tired. It’s roughly the same, with most nights ending up with neither of you getting sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think if you were friends/best friends before the two of you started dating than he’d be a lot more open to you early on. He’d tell you more personal things and how he feels about that. If you met in any other way I think he’d still be open but it might take two or three dates to get it out of him. Like I said before, he’s not a relatively shy person, he’s just private but if he’s comfortable around you, he’d be more open!

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s relatively patient. He’s just like anyone else with some things/people pissing him off more than others but he handles things well. He doesn’t immediately run his mouth, although he will easily tell you or anybody when he disagrees with something. He just gets quiet and bottles things inside of him until he feels it’s the right time to say it (which is extremely bad!!!)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’s extremely observant and whatever you say to him sticks in his head somehow. Whether you said you liked your eggs a certain way or that your great-great-grandmother’s cousin’s son’s neighbour’s dog was born in France, he’s got it memorised. Sometimes if he’s a little bit tired he might forget certain things but he’s relatively good. Important dates stick to him, he’s got your work schedule memorised. He’s just invested in your life.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

The first time the two of you met and the more banter-y conversations you have. Inside jokes makes him so happy and he’s fully prepared to tease you for years to come if you said something wrong. The first concert the two of you went to, the first time you got drunk, the first kiss, etc.. He’d also remember your reactions to when you all travel to new places that he might’ve already been to but it’s a first for you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Jason makes sure to keep his personal life far away as possible from the public. He’s known to be quite a private guy and will do everything he can to make sure that you are kept safe. He’ll talk about you briefly in interviews but won’t go into details, unless you’re comfortable with it but even then he probably won’t. If you’re going into an area that’s crowded with fans, he’ll walk closely in front of you to shield you from the cameras. For him, it would be the same thing but the other way around. You keeping his secrets private, things he says etc. I also feel like he’d appreciate you standing up for him. If someone is treating him like shit and you call them out, it would make him feel more protected.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts in so much effort!!! Whether it’s a birthday or anniversary he’s always putting in so much thought about what to get you and how to make you feel special. Whenever he’s away for shows and you’re not there, he’s always bringing you back small gifts he bought that made him think of you. He just wants to make you happy. When he knows you’ve had a long day at work and he’s home, he’s getting the house ready for you and running all the errands that you’ve been behind with.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He always forgets to check the answering machine when he’s home. If he’s accidentally missed a call or let it right to a voicemail, he’s always got a “I’ll just get back to it later” attitude and he never does!!! If it’s something important he’s answering it in seconds but when it’s anyone else, he’s too lazy.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I don’t think he’s overly concerned with looks, more about what’s comfortable for him. Sure he likes to look nice but once he’s home he choose his comfiest clothes over anything, even if it looms ridiculous. When it comes to being in public/events, he’s more dressed up to keep up with that ‘metalhead’ image (😌). Of course he wants to look good for you so maybe he’ll put in a little bit of effort. Like most of these, it really does depend but generally speaking, he doesn’t care that much

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Every day that he doesn’t see you feels like it’s dragging on forever. Even though you can talk on the phone if you needed to, that doesn’t make up for you being physically there with him. He hates being away from you and tries to drag you on tour as much as he physically can. If you were to ever leave him, it would take a toll on him greatly. He’s used to putting all his energy into you and now you’re not around he feels bored and empty.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Whenever he gets home and he’s trying to get back in the momento and the swing of things, he always leaves you notes on the fridge. When he’s catching up on sleep and you’re off to work early. He’ll write a note the night before for you to read when you make your way to the fridge. It’s always either about how he’s proud of you and how you’re gonna do amazing, something he forgot to mention the other day or just plans he’s thinking of making with you.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

I feel like with him he wouldn’t like someone who was too overly authoritative with him and what he does. There’s a good thing with being assertive, being able to have the confidence to do what you want to do and being able to back it up, it’s something that he’s attracted to. The problem lies when they try to dictate their beliefs and feelings onto him, and this is with everyone not just a partner. For the more physical side of it, I think having a partner who doesn’t want to do anything in general might not be the best for him. Sure having a lazy day is good (especially after a tour) but he gets bored easily and always has to have something to do.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He is a VERY heavy sleeper when he’s finally sleeping in a proper bed and not some random seat on any transportation. He doesn’t really snore that much but he nearly take up half the bed. He’s either sleeping hugging the pillow or you, whichever one is closer. Once he’s fallen asleep he’s out, there’s no way in hell you can wake him up without the military getting involved. Jason normally falls asleep first, he stays up late but he’s always fatigued. Sometimes he finds it hard to sleep because of his neck so you might have to sacrifice a pillow or two.

[feverinfeveroutfic]

Tijuana sunrise | kinktober 2024 | day xvi.: “‘til tel aviv “

pairing: eric peterson x chuck schuldiner | lars ulrich x eric peterson

prompt: nipple play

word count: 3806

song: “weapon of choice” by black rebel motorcycle club

It was a pleasure to burn.

That was the last thing he heard when I had stopped. He lay on his back and gazed up at me with beads of sweat collected on his left temple; the little curls clung to his forehead as if he had a bit more sweat there, but there wasn’t. I had no idea as to how I pulled it off in one fell swoop with him and Lars, but I did. I lifted myself off the bed, and I rested my feet down on the floor.

He cleared his throat and let out a low whistle.

“I needed that…” he groaned out to me. “God, I needed that so much.” I peered over my shoulder to his agape mouth and his hands rested down on either side of his head. I had left his shirt lifted up over his chest to show off his nipples, which were as red as cherry tomatoes, and I showed him a little smirk as a result.

“You wanna know something?” I asked him with a clearing of my throat. “I needed that, too.���

I shifted around to better face him. The candelabra in the hallway shone on the leather of my vest, such that I wondered what I looked like to him.

“I needed that, too, Chuck,” I repeated, and I leaned forth and gave him one final kiss on the crest of his forehead before I lay back down next to him.

It all began about literally not even the afternoon from before, when Alex and I were making bets with one another in how much we could have one of those groupies with the teased up hair over in the line going into the Anthrax show. The two of us had our sunglasses on, and he had a beer in one hand. I had warned him to keep it out of sight, not just because he was barely eighteen, but because he and I were out in the open on the street.

“There’s a piece of tin foil over the base, Eric,” he insisted. “I’ve got it blocked out of sight. It’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, and then one of the girls over there asks you your age and smells the hops on your breath. I promise you, Lex, it won’t be fine.” I shook my head at that and folded my arms over my chest. I looked on across the street and yet none of those girls were jumping out at me. He took a sip from the can, and then he returned to me.

“I’ve got my eye on this little brunette over here,” he said with a gesture to the little goth girl on the street corner. Her hair was fine and jet-black, much like my hair, and she had on a face full of white foundation with rich dark red lipstick.

“Have dark red lipstick all over your dick like an ice cream sundae,” I joked, and he laughed at that, and then he took another sip.

“It would be like a christening of sorts,” he added. “You know, she could lead me in with a little bit of ‘Bela Lugosi’s Dead’ and have me hanging upside down like a bat in torpor.”

I smiled at that, and I kept my eye on the blonde ones near the front of the line.

“Hey, you know what ‘fine’ stands for?” he asked me.

“What’s that?”

“‘Fucked up, insecure, neurotic, and emotional,’” he joked, and that brought a laugh out of me. He took another sip, and then he set the can down on the brick wall right next to him, and he gave his hair a little toss with the shake of his head. “I’ll be right back.”

I watched him walk on over to her to go and talk to her, complete with a quick glimpse up and down the street first. It wasn’t that long ago he was a lonely little Jewish boy with the yarmulke on his head walking to the bus stop by himself. 

That was what happened when you get exposed to booze from a young age.

I kept looking long and hard at the blondes, but I had another thought cross my mind. I ran my fingers through my hair, and I walked on up the street to the next corner, away from the line.

I remembered that Metallica were playing at the next venue up the street, and I decided to give Lars a ring.

None of us had seen Lars since Cliff was killed, but all I knew was he had been going through sort of a difficult time in Cliff’s wake. Of the three of them, he was the one whom I was most concerned about.

With a quick glimpse up and down the street, I padded across the pavement to the other sidewalk. There was another line forming right outside the door, but then I realized that they were all going to the venue behind me.

I turned around and looked on down the block.

I had no idea where Metallica had posted up at, but all I could remember was that they had camped out at the building next door specifically to be away from the tabloids and the groupies. But I wondered on the truth of that.

I decided to look anyway, and I rounded the far corner of the brick building next door, and there, I spotted the back door to the backstage area standing wide open.

I peeked in through the doorway, and I could smell Lars’ powdery cologne from down the hallway. I stepped inside and walked along the tops of the hardwood floor in search of him. The place was dark, and I wondered where they would be in there. That is, until I heard Lars’ laughter from around the left hand corner before me. I peeked around the corner to find a narrow rectangle of light on the wall night to me. I could smell his cologne as well as the strong smell of vodka coming out from the room before me.

Lars giggled at something, and then I caught the sound of a man’s voice in there as well.

I crept up to the door and gently knocked on the panel right in front of my face.

“Who is it?” Lars called out.

“It’s Eric,” I replied.

“Eric?” the man echoed me.

“Eric Peterson,” I heard Lars explain to him. “From Testament. Their bassist nearly became our bassist before you showed up.”

“Oh!”

“Yeah, come on in, duder,” Lars called out. I bowed inside to see him sitting on the desk on the left side of the room with his hair tousled over his shoulder like a schoolgirl; he sat right across from the other guy, this wiry kid with long dishwater blond curls down past his waist and a squarish face that looked as though it came off a mannequin’s body. He showed me a dimpled smile.

“Eric, this is Jason,” Lars introduced me, and I extended a hand to him. His long fingers curled around my own, and then he brought my hand closer to his chest, and I nearly lost my balance.

“Whoa, easy there!” he chuckled.

“Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down,” I joked to him, and he laughed again. I then turned to Lars, and I opened my arms for him.

“How have you been?” I greeted him. “I haven’t seen you since Alex’s birthday. I’ve just been thinking about you lately.” I held him and he held my body close to him: it was there I could feel something between the two of us, something that I never thought I would feel before with anyone, let alone a guy, let alone a guy like Lars.

“I have been doing better than most,” he confessed once I let go of him. “Having him around helps.” He nodded to Jason behind me, and I was taken aback by that.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I can’t really explain it but… James and Kirk aren’t really the affectionate types,” he confessed.

“You say ‘affectionate’ like we’re a couple, Lars,” Jason cracked.

“In a way, we are!” And I couldn’t help but smile at that. And then I rubbed my hands together.

“What do we have on tap?” I asked Lars, who then held up the bottle of vodka for me. He offered me a small cup from off to the side, and he poured me a shot. He poured himself a shot and raised it to me.

“Cheers,” he said.

“Cheers all around,” I echoed him, and Jason raised a cup to us as well. We all took a shot at the same time, and then I leaned against the edge of the dresser next to Lars’ crossed legs. The vodka hit me like a fistful of solvent but once I had swallowed it down, I felt something sip through me.

“You know, I have always thought of you as like a big teddy bear, Eric,” he remarked.

“I am a big teddy bear,” I retorted with a straight face.

“Yeah, I would think that he is,” Jason joined in. “Soft round face but he dances with the shadows at night.”

“I have felt somewhat of a dragon or a demonic force inside me,” I told him with a gesture to myself.

“A dragon?”

“A dragon complete with the fire and the claws and everything,” I declared, and I raised a hand up before me with my fingers curled to imitate a dragon’s foot.

“Will Testament do anything of that nature on their upcoming album?” Lars asked me.

“I’m afraid not,” I replied, “but I would love to, though. If nothing else, I would love to do something on the side that involves that.”

“An on the side venture,” Lars decreed with a flash of his eyebrows. “Kind of like how you’re an on-the-side venture, Jace.”

“Nah, you’re the one on the side, Lars,” Jason cracked back at him, and he took another sip from his cup. “On the side with a nice beef sirloin.”

“You think you’re a sirloin?” I teased him.

“Hell yeah,” Jason insisted. “But it’s James and Kirk we can’t seem to figure out from the cow, though.” Lars giggled at that, and he poured himself another shot of vodka. He guzzled it down and turned to me with a slight drop to his eyes.

“I mean it, Eric, you are a big teddy bear,” he told me, and then he stifled down a burp in his throat. “I want you to fuck around with my nipples and then blow me.”

There was a small part of me that missed Alex right then, but the most of me wanted to see where this was going with Lars, however, especially when I felt something with him when we hugged each other there. I licked my lips and held the cup to my lips, but I refrained from taking another sip of the little bit at the bottom of the cup.

“You wanna do that in front of Jason or do you wanna go where it’s quiet and private?” I asked him.

“He will be quiet, I promise,” Lars insisted.

“Besides, I like watching people,” Jason assured us with a straight face. I almost lost it from laughing so hard, but I set my cup down on the floor by my feet, and then Lars did the same with the bottle of vodka. He lay down on the dresser next to me; I stood up to give him some room, but then I returned to the top of the dresser to tend to him. With a rubbing of my hands together and a toss of my hair back over my shoulder, I lifted up his shirt and revealed his bare torso to myself and Jason.

I knew I wasn’t going to have all that much of a move on him from the side, and so I climbed back up onto the dresser. I straddled his hips, and then I rubbed my hands together again.

“Run those thick sausages around my nipples and then kiss me there,” he commanded me with a slight hiccup. I rubbed my fingertips together and I did just that. I started with my index fingers around the rims of those little dark nipples at the same time. Lars closed his eyes and rolled his head to the side from the feeling of my fingertips there. Either he was tipsy or his nipples really were sensitive because he was already breathing hard from the feeling.

“You should put on a dress and let Eric motorboat your chest like he would with one of those blonde women outside the venue,” Jason suggested in a single breath, and I couldn’t help but laugh at that. In fact, I bowed forward and lay my head down on Lars’ chest. We both laughed our heads off at the feeling, and I could feel Lars’ hands clasping onto the back of my head.

I lifted my head up to see him looking up at me with a twinkle in his eye and those little apple cheeks pillowed out with the smile.

“Let’s try this again,” he told me with another hiccup. “From the top.”

“I touch your nipples,” I started again with another rubbing of my hands together, “and then we fuck around together in front of Jace here. We don’t tell James or Kirk about it.”

“Thumbs up their asses,” Jason quipped.

“Thumbs right up their asses,” Lars added to round out the echo in the room.

I ran my fingertips around his areolas again, and then I brought my head down to his chest again, that time to put my lips on his chest. My hair cascaded down onto his bare chest, and he breathed even harder from the feeling. I moved my lips down the crest of his chest, down onto his stomach and his belly button and the waist of his pants. I inched back along his legs so I could have more room.

Carefully, I opened his pants for him, and I tugged them down his legs a bit just so I could have some room for him. I tugged down his shorts and showed off his thighs and his dick to both myself and Jason. In fact, I completely forgot Jason was there, especially when I brought my mouth down to Lars’ dick, which was already beginning to firm up from the feeling that I gave unto him with his nipples already.

I started with the tip first, with my tongue slithered around the head. His skin was smooth and silken and oddly sweet against the pad of my tongue.

I opened my lips and moved my head in closer to his body. I suckled on him, part of the way down his shaft.

I then reached up to his chest to finger his nipples again. He gasped from the feeling, and then he groaned a bit. He groaned louder as I moved in deeper on his dick. He groaned even more when I fingered his nipples with both my index and middle fingers. I closed my eyes and moved in extra deep; I deepthroated him, the first person I ever deepthroated.

Very carefully, I sank the edges of my teeth down into the taut skin.

Lars let out a soft cry from the back of his throat, but he hadn’t come in my mouth. And he didn’t come when I lifted my head off him and I slid my hands down his chest to his stomach all the while.

But he had hit his apex, however. His chest heaved from the feeling, and he rested one hand on his chest. His other hand dangled down over the edge of the dresser down to the floor.

I ran my fingers through my hair, and a little bit spread down over my head and shoulder.

“Dude, you made that look so effortless,” Jason told me, and he extended a hand to me. I shook his head, and a wave of warmth spread over me. Lars sat up on the dresser, and he ran his fingers through his hair. He poured us more shots of vodka, and we downed them in unison.

At some point I had fallen asleep, and I woke up with a dry, parched feeling on my tongue as well as flat on my back on the couch where Jason had been sitting before. The two of them had gone and I had no memory of what had happened between then and when Lars gave us more drinks all around.

It was here when I came across Chuck.

Metallica, or rather Lars and Jason if James and Kirk were over there to begin with, had gone into the venue next door to perform and to settle down in their respective dressing rooms together, which meant I woke up there in that dressing room alone. Or so I believed I was alone.

I stepped into the hallway, which was lit up with nothing more than candlelight. I was met with the peppery smell of incense from the wings of the backstage area. Death had rolled into town, and I had no idea about the time, either.

My head was spinning, but I needed to get back home, get back to Alex because as far as I knew, he was out there by himself. I was a little hungover so there was no way I could drive. But I needed to find him.

I headed out to the hallway, and I brought a hand to my head. I had only been hungover once before out drinking with Lou, and this was my second time.

“Eric?”

I turned my attention to that next dressing room there at the very end of the hallway. Amber light from the candles washed out from inside there. I pushed the door open, only to find Chuck there on the edge of the sofa bed with an acoustic guitar plunked across his lap.

I had only met him once before, and through Jeff Becerra no less, but I liked him as well. He had that head full of curls, those bright eyes, and that mouth full of crooked teeth. I swore that he and Alex were brothers in another life.

“I thought that was you,” he greeted me as he lightly strummed the nylon strings with the side of his thumb. “May I ask what you are doing here?”

“I came over here to see Lars,” I explained with a rubbing of my temple. “We had a few drinks, and then I woke up to find it’s nighttime. That was at like… three. Do you know what time it is?”

“It’s about ten to one,” Chuck calmly replied. “I was just about ready to call it a night and then I saw you outside the door.” He then sniffed in my direction. “Have you been drinking?”

“Just a couple of shots of vodka,” I replied. “But, you know. It’s Lars. Straight vodka and I was out like a light right then.”

“Don’t choke,” he advised me.

“You ‘choke’ like you were playing around with me just then,” I teased him, and then I shook my head at that. “Why did I just say that.”

“Why did you?” he asked me.

“I went to sleep for nine hours,” I told him. “Lars and Jason left me here, and I don’t know where they went. I also can’t really get home because I’m hungover and I still smell like vodka.”

“You can always spend the night with me,” he offered me. “I have this sofa bed here and we can post up for the night. Tomorrow, we can get breakfast.”

“That sounds excellent,” I told him. “And it’s interesting you offered me that after we only met once before.”

“I dunno, it’s after midnight,” he confessed. “I’m feeling kind of sexy.”

I raised my eyebrows at that. And then I realized what he was going from there, especially with that candelabra over our heads, intimately lit up with those little candles to give us a bit of amber light. Through the dim light and the darkness, I caught the view of the sparkle in Chuck’s eyes.

He needed a bit of punishing. He needed more of a punishment than Lars and Jason did.

I squinted my eyes at him.

“You wanna see what I shared with Lars and Jason earlier?” I asked him.

“Is it… tantalizing?” he asked me, and his voice was low and silken, much like how Alex’s voice grew low, whispery, and silken whenever he was turned on.

“It requires you to lay flat on your back,” I told him. “Back there, it was atop a dresser. At least here you have a bed.”

Chuck took his guitar off and leaned it against the edge of the bed. He lay down flat on his back; the bottom of his shirt lifted up over his waist to show me the thin sliver of skin. I was surprised to find that his skin was slightly amber, kissed by the Florida sun and made even more silken in appearance by the candlelight.

“Play with me from here ‘til Tel Aviv?” he asked me with a crooked smile and a giggle.

“You know it,” I assured him, and I rubbed my hands together. Just like with Lars from before, I straddled his body and lifted up his shirt to show off his nipples. But that time, he and I were alone.

I also stayed below his knees so I could have room to blow him and finger his nipples at the same time. I was stretching myself a bit more than usual, but I wanted to do it. My hands up on his chest, my mouth down on his dick. As I moved in closer to his body, I gently sank my teeth into his tightening skin. That brought a slight yelp followed by laughter.

I smiled to myself. But then I pinched his nipples, and he yelped out again.

That time, I could taste him. A fine pearl of liquid on the pad of my tongue. And I smiled to myself once again.

I lifted my head off of him for a moment, only to bring my head down to his dick again for another suckling. I was going to blow him again and again if it meant giving him multiple orgasms, one right after the other. And I gave him multiple. I gave him multiple orgasms to make him sweat and make my mouth grow tired.

I definitely played with him from there ‘til Tel Aviv, and it was something that I could never do with Lars and especially not with Jason sitting there and watching us.

It was a pleasure to burn.

[melusinasiren90]

So....I've been reading a lot of awesome Metallica fanfiction by writers like @thenaughtynun, @mustainegf, and @kirk-says-wah. I love you all. I used to be a pretty active fanfiction writer in a couple of fandoms in the 2010s, then I switched gears to work on original work. I have soooo many Metallica ideas, but would it make any sense if instead of fic I wrote original stories with characters inspired by them but with different names? Because honestly, there isn't enough m/m rock star romance about 80s Bay Area thrash bands, anyway.... :) If anyone has feedback on this idea, let me know!

[faghetfield]

EVERYTHING IS ROMANTIC - PT1

no one really asked, but i'm trying to get acquainted to mr. mustaine (& megadeth) so i wrote a little something. really OOC as for james (and dave, but i'm not so sure? bf said hes kinda dominant so here we are), because i simply want him to get fucked as hard as he can, so if you don't like that, just leave lmao.

tags: age gap (J47/D32) / toxic relationship / mlm / nsfw / mutual manipulation & gaslighting / size kink / top dave mustaine / bottom james hetfield / mentions of alcohol/drugs / kind of an au ? / twoshot!! / masturbation / oral sex / dom/sub undertones / DUMB hetfield / bit of dubcon because het is drunk.

"It's been two months now, Hetfield." The strawberry blonde said through the phone, he could see the way the older man was pouting. "You think you can kick me out, say all the shit you said to the press and then ask to be dicked down while pretending that nothing happened?" He huffed, annoyed. "You have been doing this for months, years even!" Mustaine said annoyed. "And i still go and fuck you, so maybe i'm the wrong…" Mustaine mumbled and sighed. "Whatever though, it's not happening tonight. I'm sick and tired of your shit. I really am."

"Please" The older whined, tears in his eyes, hearing that harsh tone did nothing but embarass and arouse him. "I'm sorry, alright? I-It's just that, you know how i am, Dave… I'm an asshole, I have a massive ego and I just couldn't let you steal my spotlight, but I have nothing against you, Dave, I promise, just come, please…" He cried, and Dave just chuckled, turning off his phone.

Despite everything, Dave did go, travelling for an hour just to see James stumble at his own property's steps, it was fun in a way, Dave would never admit, not in a million years, but he liked James, he was shy, quiet, but had a massive ego, ego that sparked constant fights between the two, Dave couldn't be a hypocrite, he too had a massive ego, one of the reasons why they could never share the stage. It would never work.

"Oh, thank fuck…" Mustaine heard the man mumble, opening the door to his home and embracing him in a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Dave, fuck, so sorry, please forgive me." He was drunk, Dave laughed as he saw the man getting on his knees and hugging his legs.

"Get up, man, it's not that serious, let's go inside before anyone sees us." He said, looking around, 'kicking' the man until he got up. He swiftly closed the door and sighed, guiding the older man to the kitchen, like he was the owner of the house. At this point, he could be, spending more time there than at his own home, anyway. he thought. "I don't understand you, not even a little." He laughed, giving him some cold water, trying to get the man back to his senses.

James drank some of it, and got steady on his feet again, looking at the blonde's eyes, Dave wasn't naive, he knew that look, drunk, desperate, a light tint to the man's cheeks, barely noticeable to anyone else, but not Dave, everything about James was noticeable, he learned a lot in 5 years of touring with the man, learned all his weak spots, learned all the things that made him angry, learned that he did not like Dave as a guitarist simply because he was good, and that made James jealous, he wanted to be the only one, Kirk was good, but James didn't think he was better than himself, he did not see Hammett as a threat. But Dave was. Maybe it was the sexual tension between the two, maybe James was just insecure. Maybe it was both, because Kirk was and is better than James, the man just didn't see that.

"Do you think that's how things should have been from the start?" James asked, hugging the man's neck, acting like a teenager. A simple no was the answer Dave gave him.

"It wouldn't have worked, because we don't work, Hetfield." Dave continued.

James sighed, giving him a sad look. "I regret things, I really do, I shouldn't have said what I said, i shouldn't have done what I did." He looked away, letting go of Mustaine's neck. "I'm an idiot, and I know it, it's been like three years years since you left, and its been three years since i regret all the shit i said to the media… I don't know what has gotten into my head to say all that shit." James whined, walking to his living room. Dave followed along, listening, and sincerely, getting bored of all that drama, it happened almost every time they had a public fight. Kerrang! would publish an "EXCLUSIVE!" interview where Hetfield says something horrible, then Dave would answer and would talk shit about each other, accuse each other and then say they were never friends.

Then they would spend a week or two without talking to each other and after all that, James would call, saying he misses Dave, and that he was sorry. It was the second time in like, three months, that they had gone through that, Dave wasn't fazed about it.

They sat on the big couch, James lamenting the past, and Dave rolling his eyes. He eventually got tired of it and pressed his lips against the older man's, he heard a small whine and had to hold back a laugh. Such a manly-man on stage and interviews, now look at you... Dave thought to himself. The other couldn't do anyhting but allow the kiss to happen, so foreign but so familiar at the same time, they have done it at least a thousand times and he still reacts the same way as he did the first time. James was simply melting, hands grasping at his couch's leather.

The kiss got deeper, Dave's tongue invading him, full of control and dominance, James was a goner for it. "Now just shut the fuck up forever, please." Dave sighed, unbuttoning the man's shirt. "You always fuck up, I can't trust you to not say anything, I've known you for years now, I don't buy this I won't say anything else talk." He mocked, pinching one of the man's nipples, seeing him squirm under him, hot and flushed all over. "You always go to fucking, kerrang, rolling stone, all those magazines that think you're so much better than me and say shit that was supposed to be private." Dave changed his tone, starting to get a bit angry. "You know how many times you fucked up? You know how many times you almost fucked this up?" He sighed, cupping one of the man's tits, putting his face close to it, giving Hetfield's nipple a lick. The man moaned, closing his eyes and stuttering a sad sorry. "People are actually starting to wonder if we hate-fuck each other, all because big mouth Hetfield can't shut the fuck up, and can't just get fucked like a regular person, you need me to mark you up." He whispered, leaving a hickey on the man's big chest.

"I think I should stop, seriously, you always come back crying and asking for more, asking for forgiveness that I should have never given you in the first place." Mustaine said, now biting the man's nipple, smirking at his reaction, he loved this. "You are simply too dumb for your own good." He sucked on the nipple, pressing his palm on his own crotch, he lowered his body on top of James' and started humping him lightly, liking the sounds he was hearing. It was a bittersweet melody on his ears, the other almost crying, overwhelmed and embarassed, but so, so aroused.

Dave then got up, suddenly, taking his shirt off and tossing somewhere near, laying on top of the man again, he was smaller than the well built frame of James, but he felt like the biggest man on earth when he made such a big, macho man, cry and whine for his cock. It was fun.

"What do you want, James?" Dave asked, close to his ear, licking at his earlobe and smirking, he tried something, holding James' hands on top of his head, pining him to the couch. He knew James could get out of there in a second if he wanted, but he didn't want that. They both knew how much James liked to submit, be a good boy, or some perverted shit like that. Dave wouldn't complain, they clashed on stage because both were too dominant there. And that was it, because in bed they were perfect for each other, complimented each other so well, James being his submissive counterpart, always needing Dave to think for him, make decisions for him, but it never lasted long though. After a few days of being close they would look at each other weird, start bickering and just hate each other again and then Dave would go home. It was fun while it lasted though.

"I want you to fuck me." Was the answer James gave him, blue eyes staring all watery and sweet, like he was some teenager who never got fucked in his life and needed it now.

[w0niecult]

i wanna have this era of jamie’s babies.

like ofc i wanna have his babies in any era but late 80s/early 90s jamie……i need to see him with out baby idk 😞😞😞 i’m delusional bamb help me

“Bamb help me” no can do bub, I’m just as delusional <3

OKAY BUT LIKE, THIS JAMIE HOLDING A LIL BABY ๐·°(⋟﹏⋞)°·๐

He’d just be in awe, looking down at the little bundle of joy softly cooing at him. He’ll constantly talk about how the baby has your eyes and his hair and how he’s going to try to be the best dad ever

Jamie caressing their lil nose to try and get them to fall asleep :(((

Gets really emotional when the baby ends up saying “dada” for the first time :((

Ugh, he’d be an even bigger mess when it’s time for their shots. He tries to stay strong but eventually ends up crying harder than his kid did💀

[deathwhoregutfucker]

Sweet Dreams

433 words

Kirk Hammett/James Hetfield

"he whispered into his ear through his curly hair. Kirk opened his eyes, turned around and was shocked to see his dream become reality."

[hammettsandwich]

I think I deleted the request I cant find it said passionate smut with kirk so😞😞

Just like that

I felt Kirks hand run down my side as he towered over me and kissed me. My hands under his shirt, resting on his stomach. We walked to our bedroom while maintaining the kisses.

Kirk swung the door open and I broke the kiss before laying down on the bed. Kirk climbed on and took his shirt off along with his jeans, leaving him in his black boxers.

He reached for me and took off my shirt. His fingers working quick to unclasp my bra. I did the rest of the work and took off my pants and underwear.

"You're beautiful baby.." I whimpered at his praise. His hands trailed down my body, I was impatient. My hands tugged at his boxers.

"Take 'em off.." Kirk nodded and slipped out of them. His cock hitting his stomach. He gave it a few lazy strokes. His thumb was pressed against my clit, rubbing it in circles.

"Come on.. Hurry up.." I was squirming slightly. Kirk chuckled and positioned himself in between me. "Okay, Okay."

I held the bedsheets tightly as I felt him enter inside of me. I bucked my hips and let a moan. "Oh gosh.."

Kirk stayed still for a few moments before slowly moving. He leaned down and held my head. His mouth was next to my ear, whispering sweet nothings. "You feel so good, I love you so much."

"Right there.. Just like that Kirk, please." I let out more soft whimpers. It felt like I was on cloud nine.

Kirk wasn't going to fast or too slow. Just the right pace. I wrapped my arms around him and let out another moan. "Kirk I'm gonna cum.." My hips bucked slightly.

"Cum for me.. You've been doing so well.." Kirk planted kisses around my jawline. I let out a gasp as I reached my climax.

Kirk did a few more thrusts before pulling out of me. He stroked himself a few times before ropes of cum fell onto my chest.

He collapsed beside me. I grabbed the closest thing to me which was Kirks shirt. I cleaned up the stinky mess that was on my stomach and tossed it somewhere in the room.

I turned over to face Kirk. His arms wrapped around me, I did the same to him. My face was buried in his chest.

"You did so good. I love you so much y'know? Kirk said before kissing the top of my head. I smiled and cuddled closer.

"I know. I love you too."

Woah🦔

[xanticore]

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐓

Genre: fluff

Setting: mid 2010s ,, L.A.

Warnings: a bit of an age gap, but reader is over 22 while James is in his early 50s.

Summary: You were hired by Lars Ulrich to babysit his kids. You and his kids were hanging out by the neighborhood pool when suddenly James came to the pool with his own. You always had a crush on him and your friend was there to help you throughout the process of you talking to him...despite you being extremely scared. ( for no reason because he a teddy bear fr lool )

A/N: i honestly dreamt about this when i was napping today. i thought it would be cute for me to put it in fic form

James is a single dad

You and the two kids were walking along the sidewalk on your guys way to the pool. The sky was clear and the sun was blazing down. The kids were bored at home so you thought it was nice to have some exercise and enjoy the day. They were walking next to you, talking about anime and video games-which you didn't fully understand but you still thought it was cool when they occasionally asked you this or that questions. Upon arriving, it was just us three there which had Myles and Layne be extremely happy.

They wasted no time in throwing their stuff on a pool bench and jumping into the pool together-causing some of the cold water to hit you. "You guys be careful ok?"

"OK!"

The two laughed as you laid your towel down on the bench laying right under the big umbrella shade. It was perfect. You took out your book and read for about 30 minutes or so. Your friend, Lani was an off duty lifeguard but did her check ups of the new employees before heading over towards you. "I knew I'd catch you here. How's the two trouble makers?"

Your eyes went up to see your friend and instantly had a grin on your face. "Hey Lani! and no trouble makers here. They are occupied with their water guns and ben10 toys to even think about doing something bad." You joked, laying your book down and grabbing a water.

The two of you talked which seems like an hour or two. The kids were out the pool taking a quick lunch break; talking amongst themselves while you still chatted with Lani.

"MYLES! LAYNE!" You heard two kid voices and footsteps running towards you. "Hey you two!!" Myles got up to hug Marcella and Castor. "Hi miss Lani, I miss (name)" Castor yelled, causing you to give a chuckle and wave. Since they are here, you saw James walk through the gate putting the kid's stuff down. You're heart skipped a beat; making you sit up abruptly.

"What the-" Lani said confused as you startled her. She took notice of the fact you kept eyeing James. He was shirtless, only wearing his black swim trunks. "Ohh I understand-"

"Huh? what nooo pfftt nah he's wayy too old for me-" You quickly argued trying to shut her down and ignored the fact that she had a big smirk on her face. "Be for real right now (name) I know you have a thing for him." She leaned closer to whisper in your ear.

You huffed, rolling your eyes. You couldn't deny it because it was obvious in your stiff body language and sudden lack of communication. You knew you had a think for older men but not to his age. You didn't know why he would make you be so drawn to you. Was it his build? tattoos? personality? all the above? All you knew that he was your type but you couldn't make moves-scared you would get rejected.

"The scary jitters I know...but...Im his kids swimming teacher at the recreation center. Maybe I can help you get to talk to him?"

You listened to her offer as you chewed the inside of your cheek. You relaxed a bit, nodding afterwards. "Tell me how I should go about this-"

Lani went into detail on how to approach him and even how to start conversations. It really didn't help but instead it gave you unnecessary anxiety for no reason. Some key points you did take in consideration was confidence. Standing straight and making sure you look presentable. On the other hand; you are an introvert. The talking part was where you were struggling. You knew him and he knew you; conversation wouldn't be too hard you thought.

"Look, the kids are playing, he's over there on his phone. its the perfect time to get your ass over to that silver fox and make. Some. Moves!" Lani tried boosting your spirits up and that made you stand up and walk towards the spot he was laying down at. "Hey James~" You said a bit nervously. You're voice was shakey but he didn't seem to notice it.

He looked up and gave you a smile before sitting up. "Hey (name) I didn't know you was baby sitting~" He lied. James knew Lars was going to be out and about with his other son today. What he didn't expect was for you to be at the pool as well. You sat down at the edge and tried your best not to make a fool out of yourself.

You looked over at Lani, giving you the double thumbs up. You giggled a bit before turning your attention back to the man next to you. "Yeah im hanging out with them today. it's been fun so far."

"Enjoying yourself though?"

"I am actually. a perfect get away from staying inside all day. I didn't wanna miss out, you know?"

"I understand. Thats why i'm here as well"

You guys made good conversations and took a moment to realize he is very easy to talk to. Each conversation was more intriguing than the last and he was also one to crack dad jokes here and there-you couldn't help but laugh or just tell him not to say something corny again, which happily understood.

The two of you made ways in the pool, playing marco polo with the water guns and match of pool volleyball. James was sometimes very close to you without him noticing it and it made you blush everytime you were near his chest. It was hard for you to not just hug him tightly out of nowhere, but you kept your composure and went on with the pool games.

Lani gave you a quick wink before heading out. You were now scared because your friend wasn't there to give you anymore tips.

"Hey, (name) after this, you think you would like to grab dinner with me?"

James asked, his voice sounded focus and wasn't expecting him to say that as he was aiming shots at Layne and Castor. "Pardon-"

"Only if you..you want to of course-"

"Yeah sure, I would love to go."

"Great...because I was nervous that you probably wouldn't, but im happy you do~"

You smiled to yourself keeping all your excitement to yourself. All your weight was off your shoulders knowing the feelings were mutual.

a/n: then i woke up. i hope yall enjoy my first james fic.

dividers: cr to owners

[cryptic--writing]

Haiii ‼️🦐🪤

So like ‘88 James gets in a really bad fight, so you clean him up and cuddle with him :3

hihi!!

this req is so so cute so I hoped I did it some justicw

its more of a drabble bc its super duper short

also I'm typing all of this out on 9/25 so y'all will prob see this in a week or so

anyways here

word count: 966

warnings: fluff, light ansgt, gentle descriptions of blood and brusies, a fight (obvi) and that's it

FIX THE BROKEN, TEND THE WOUNDED (1988)

It was a regular night at home, sitting back on the couch while watching some TV and eating some snacks, not paying that much to the show, all of it becoming static in my ears before hearing my boyfriend, James, stumble into the apartment. My eyes snapped out of their haze, glancing towards his bruises, slightly bloody face as a blood trail tickled from his nose.

My concern instantly sky rocketed, jolting up from the couch and iving towards him quickly.

“James, oh my god, what happened to you?” I quickly muttered out, taking his face in my hands as I scanned for any more injuries.

“Just got in a scuffle at the bar… I'll be fine…” He mumbled in pain.

I shook my head quickly, “No! You're not ok! You're all beaten up!” I responded back, taking his hand in mine as I noticed his bloodied knuckles, showing he had gotten into a bad fight. At least he had protected himself, or tried to.

“Baby, let me help you clean up,” I pleaded with him. James was always the ‘strong one’, and rarely seeked comfort in others and would just wallow in his own pain. I was tired of seeing him like that, he needed to understand that it's ok to be human.

James just sighed and nodded, clearly beat (literally) and exhausted. I guided him carefully into the bathroom, having him sit on the edge of the bathtub as I grabbed some medical supplies from our medicine cabinet, saline to clean his wound, tissues, a wet wash cloth and bandages.

I kneeled in front of him, beginning to wipe off the dirt and gunk of his face, wincing as it past his cuts, the sensation uncomfortable for him.

“I know it hurts, just let me help..” I cooed gently in response, continuing to wipe the dirt and blood away until his face was somewhat clean.

“This'll sting, but it's not as painful as an infection,” I warned and assured him, beginning to wash the cut on his cheek, a deeper mark that had a chance to leave a scar, but it would change my love for him. It would probably only make me love him more as it showed more of his story, and our story.

James whined as his face scrunched in pain, and it made me upset to see him hurting like this.

“How did you even get into a fight?” I asked, dabbing away some blood that spilled from his wound, getting a bandaged ready to place over it.

“Some prick shit talking the band.. Saying we sold out.. Normally it doesn't bother me but he started putting hands on me and what not,” James explained in a mumble, so drained and sore it probably only made him more tired to speak, so I wouldn't push him much more to talk.

“That's stupid.. You guys are doing great, and just ignore dumbasses like him,” I comforted, placing the bandage on his cheek.

James just huffed in response, watching as I tended to him, careful with every part of him. After I finished cleaning his battered face, I moved my focus to his hands, holding them in my own as I observed the cuts on his knuckles and dried blood that covered the area, repeating the same process, wiping away the crust and gunk, making sure there was none left as I poured saline on it, drying it and applying more bandages to his poor hands.

After we were done, we went into the bedroom. I helped him get dressed, removing his tattered shirt to reveal a thin, not deep, but long scrape on his side with bruises on his chest and stomach. Who would hurt him like this? It was a hard watch, frowning at the sight.

“James, how badly did this guy get you? We should take you to a doctor..” I worried, still taking note of every mark on his body. 

“He just.. Got an angle on me, I fought him worse anyways…” He mumbled back in response, and I nodded with a sigh, cleaning him up once more, washing his wound and bandaging it as he went to lay on the bed. I helped him get comfortable without pushing too much on his bruises, not wanting him to be in any more pain than he already was.

“Stay here, Ill go get you some pills,” I informed, kissing his forehead softly as he hummed in response before I scurried into the bathroom, grabbing him some painkillers and cold bottle of water out the fridge before turning back to him, his fatigued form curled in bed.

“Here, take these, you'll feel better,” I said, handing him to=he pills and water as I got into bed beside James, waiting for him to finish taking the medication.

“Cmere..” I mumbled, opening my arms for him, and for one of those few times, he came up close and snuggled to me. James loved cuddling, but normally when he was the one cuddling me. But, I feel like I almost preferred holding him over him holding me, stroking his soft, wav golden locks as he huffed, soon to succumb to the tiredness he had endured after his fight.

I knew he would be in even worse pain in the morning, so I had to mentally prepare for his invisibility, but also the sweet side he hid on stage. To the world, he was James Hetfield, a man of metal and crazy, but to me, he was just James. The softest, sweetest guy you could ever know.

“Thanks… I loved you…” He muttered into my chest and I continued to stroke his hair.

“Love you too,” I answered back, and he fell asleep in my arms.

[feverinfeveroutfic]

Tijuana sunrise | kinktober 2024 | day ix.: “songkran drought”

pairing: chuck billy x lars ulrich

prompt: knifeplay

word count: 4171

song: “abuse me” by silverchair

It had been three weeks since the rain had begun to filter in, even with a few breaks in between, and I knew that the spigot would have to be switched off at some point to beget those Diablo winds once more. But I had met so many people on the street who would complain to me about it, and it felt so typical to boot. If anything, I was in love with all of this, such that a part of me wanted to go out to the bay waters on Mercy, my boat, especially when I saw the clouds collecting around the horizon on the ocean. 

There was something I absolutely loved about going out to the waters just prior to a rainstorm. To feel the spray on my face and the rush of the waves. To be like a sailor for a bit. To feel the rush of a danger of sorts. I liked the danger and the thrill of heading out there right as the slack waters picked up again so I could make a triumphant return to land of sorts.

Some days were better than others to have Sting with me, but it was the feeling of water on me that beckoned a taste of Mercy.

I had her parked by the edge of the dock, nestled in between a couple of schooners and a sailboat with big yellow sails, this little river boat of heavy polished wood built from back around the time of World War One with a little ramshackle roof and view out to the water right around the big wooden steering wheel, and enough room for me, a miniature fridge up against the starboard wall of the boat, and someone else to climb aboard with me. But it was just me out on that boat right before the first band of rain was supposed to come in, and I made my way out there onto the waters wrapped in my poncho, my wide-brimmed hat, and some slim black leather gloves that went up to my elbows.

The water, though a little choppy from the next incoming band of rain on the horizon, seemed to buoy the boat perfectly, and I roamed about the harbor as if I was about to set sail for Hawai’i.

The dream, however, was to have a party boat.

Maybe I was a little nuts but on most days like this, I wanted to retread upon a memory where I had done this before.

It was a slightly chilly afternoon, and I had just met Lars after quite some time: I hadn’t seen him in almost two years, not since the accident that killed Cliff and Metallica had to persist with their tour as well as a new album. The last I had heard, he was looking at the ‘burbs and married life, he had gotten engaged some couple of months before to a girl whom he had met while on tour. James and Kirk had thrown him a stag party already, and he had had one with their new bassist Jason, but I wanted to treat him to something else as well. Something that included Mercy and a few bottles of spiced rum as well.

I spotted him on the dock with his hands tucked into the pockets of his black windbreaker and his long, smooth hair flowing behind his head and shoulders in a little twirl with the incoming winds. He showed me a smile full of pearly whites, and I returned the favor to him with a big old bear hug.

“Oh, shit, dude!” Lars squeaked out from inside my arms. He glimpsed up at me with a slight twinkle in those minty green eyes of his.

“Sorry—I just haven’t seen you in some time,” I told him with a gentle pat on his back with both hands, and then I let him hold back a bit.

“What do you have in your pocket?” he asked me, and he fondled my pockets with both hands.

“I was just going to ask you the same thing,” I confessed as I reached into my pockets and showed him the bottles of spiced rum, one for each of us. He raised his eyebrows and the twinkle returned to his eyes.

“Oh, dear.” He glanced up at me again, like a little boy ready to go on a roller coaster ride down at Santa Cruz. “Let us board the boat and I shall show you what’s tucked away in my pocket.”

“Gladly! Let me get onboard and we can get this party started.”

I rounded him towards the bow of the boat so I could climb aboard. With the bottles tucked back into my pockets again, I unlocked the hard cover which protected the interior of the boat, and I pushed it open to reveal the back, the seats, the miniature fridge, and the smooth expanse of floor. I climbed inside and pushed open the little door by the big wooden wheel to let him in. Gingerly, Lars climbed aboard, one tennis shoe-clad foot in first, followed by the other.

“This is an interesting little vessel you have here, Chuck,” he told me.

“It’s an older boat that I bought for cheap-o just to get me into a groove before I go for the party boat,” I explained to him in a single breath.

“How much older are we talking?”

“There’s a plaque right here—” I gestured to the space right behind the wheel, where he could see a small silver plaque about the size of his hand.

“‘Built in 1917,’” he read aloud, and then he showed me a playful little smile. “So, this is an antique, is what it is,” he declared, and I shrugged my shoulders a bit.

“Yeah, I guess you could say she is,” I confessed. “Built seventy-one years ago but she doesn’t miss a beat and doesn’t feel that old, either.” I took out our bottles of spiced rum, to which I handed him the one in my right pocket. I then stuck the ignition key in, and Mercy roared to life.

“Shall I take care of the rope?” Lars offered me, and he set the bottle down on the little shelf right next to him.

“Please, if you can,” I replied, and he climbed back up onto the dashboard part for the rope at the bow. Since he had one knee on the dash and his other foot didn’t even touch the floor next to me, I set one hand on his ass to hold him in place, which brought a giggle out of him. And yet he managed to take the rope off the stand on the dock, and I led him back down onto the floor of the boat.

I shifted us into reverse, and we proceeded back into the harbor waters. The wind was beginning to pick up but neither of us minded in the very least.

“Don’t tell my fiancée this, but—I am absolutely drinking early today,” he informed me as he unscrewed the cap from the bottle.

“We’re out in the water, Lars—the rules of the land need not apply out here.” I put us back into forwards, and we proceeded out to the bay itself, on our way to Treasure Island and perhaps Alcatraz. “By the way, when do you and her get married?”

“We get hitched this Christmas,” he said with a wag of his finger at me. “Happy birthday to me, if I do say so myself.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right! Day after Christmas. I should get you something.”

“You are invited, after all,” he told me after taking a big swig. “We should take this thing and go down to Santa Cruz, too.”

“And run the risk of being thrown overboard? No thanks.”

“Be like the next Mary Celeste and have this baby go back to the harbor without us,” he chuckled, and he took another swig from the bottle. Over the salt of the bay waters, I caught a whiff of the spices, and I thought of autumn. Only a month away, and I could feel it in the air around us, and his drinking from that bottle only added to the feeling. No way we could go down the coastline on a day like this, even if I was daring enough. He took another swig and peered out from below the roof to the gray sky heavy with rain overhead. The waters were in no way choppy, but I still felt as though I was playing with fire being out there.

“Chuck, let me ask you something,” he started again with a clearing of his throat, and I could smell the cardamom, anise, and cloves on his breath all the while, “you like to go out on your boat when it’s about to rain. Why?”

“I guess I’m actually a fish underneath?” I suggested, to which I shrugged at that. “I’m secretly a merman among other things.”

“A merman and a sea shanty, as well. And you’re cooped up in a recording studio all day with those four other fellas, too. You all should be hanging with us more. Hanging with us and having a few drinkies like this.”

“Kind of hard to when you guys are out touring ad nauseam, though,” I pointed out as I maneuvered us towards Treasure Island. “We’re just getting our shit together, the five of us. Well, trying to, anyways.”

The water sloshed around the wooden bow of the boat, which made this persistent knocking sound like I was tugging on a rope sling over a few gears of a machine. He sipped on the rum a bit more, and then he set the bottle down on the shelf next to him. He reached into his pocket for something, and it was right then I remembered he never did tell me what he had in his pocket. He took out this long thin thing sheathed in pale brown leather, and then he took off the sheath part. Underneath was what looked to be a chef’s knife, albeit with a long shiny silver blade about as wide as my hand.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell are you doing, man?” I demanded as I tugged on the brake lever and dropped the anchor. We jolted to a stop, and he nearly lost his balance. I reached past him to catch the bottle of rum before it fell on the floor and I would have to clean up two messes. I clutched at the bottle and backed up to the open seat area, towards the fridge.

“You said that the rules of the land need not apply out here,” he recalled. “Did you not?”

“I did, yes,” I said with my heart pounding out of time inside my chest. “That doesn’t mean you can kill me, though!”

“I am not going to kill you,” he promised me with a wave of the knife. “I just wanna… try something new.”

“What do you mean?”

He clutched at the handle of the knife with both hands, and he took his seat right across from the fridge, right behind the wheel. I lingered across from him with one hand up on the edge of the roof to steady myself. The waters tucked and bowed around us, and yet Mercy managed to stay stable against the incoming tides. I had no idea how much longer we had for slack water, but at the same time, I had a strange curiosity as to where Lars was going with this.

“I discovered this… inclination, let’s call it, about three years ago. Cliff was still alive and yet he seemed to be drifting away from me. A great part of me almost felt as though I was being pushed out of the band, even though I was the one who brought us all together. I walked up to him one day and we started talking. He was overjoyed by the fact that I had reached out to him when I did because he thought I was looking to greener pastures. Next thing I know, we’re going out for drinks that evening. Coolers were flowing. We’re both getting high as clouds on some really, really good hashish. We were alone in the back of a bar, and then as I’m fingering my scar here—” He gently massaged the little oval scar over his left eye. “—he whips out his Swiss Army knife and runs the face of the blade of the main part against the side of my throat. He never cut me, but it surprised me. I was like, ‘whoa, what the fuck, dude?’ And we locked eyes…” His voice trailed off, and he had this faraway look to his eyes as well. I tilted my head to the side for a better look at him. This whole entire time, I thought James had been hit hard by Cliff’s death, but I wondered who had been talking to Lars this whole time.

“The next thing I know, he and I are dancing around the Swiss Army knife,” he continued in a soft voice. “I am enjoying it. I am loving every part of it.” He showed me the chef’s knife rested upon his knee, which had the shiniest blade I had ever seen on a knife before. I swore that I could see my own reflection in there if I looked hard enough into the metal.

The sea breeze made his hair twirl about before his head and right across his green eyes: for a moment, he actually looked like a Viking. He was ancient, and in the exact same way that Alex seemed ancient. The knife seemed to play a role in that, as well, like he was ready to plunder the harbor behind us from the deck of the boat.

“There is something about… living on the edge,” I told him. “I think that’s why I like going out here when slack water is about to… to… you know.” I shrugged one shoulder at him.

“Not be slack anymore?” he asked me, and he showed me a little grin.

“Yeah, pretty much,” I said with another partial shrug, and I couldn’t resist showing him a smile in return. He held the base of the knife handle upon his kneecap, and the blade pointed outward. I could feel the danger there, the fact that we were out on the water and the boat swayed back and forth with the natural movement of the water, the way that he looked on at me with a twinkle in his eye as if he wanted to share a deep dark secret with me.

“Do you think you’d be down for it?” he then asked me.

“What, playing with knives? Out here? On sloshy waters?”

“We don’t necessarily have to,” he pointed out, and he twirled the knife about in his hand as if it was a simple wooden baton. He then held it by the handle and showed me the sharp edge of the blade. Playing with fire out on the water.

“So how did you do it with him the first time around?” I asked him in a low voice. “Like… how did you do it that first night?”

“Well, for starters…” He stood to his feet, and he steadied himself with nothing more than the sheer strength of his legs against the waves. “We stood across from one another almost exactly like this.” He gestured between the two of us, which made my heart skip a few beats. “I would say the sole difference is there was a fire roaring between the two of us. It was also nighttime rather than the middle of the day like with us. We had had quite a bit of pot, too, but my memory is particularly vivid, however. Cliff pointed the blade of the knife at me, and he held it over the tips of the flames so the metal rather hot.”

“Except here, we’re surrounded by water,” I pointed out.

“Exactly! So, I am unsure as to how we could do this. He heated up the knife, like he tempered it, and then he ran it very close to the skin on my legs, so I could feel the heat from the metal as well as the way the edge grated against the hair on my legs.”

“You could dip the blade into the water and make it cold,” I suggested. “Do it the other way around.”

It was like a lightbulb went off in his head, and he clambered over to the stern of the boat.

“Need some help, buddy?” I offered him, and he stooped over the railing there at the stern. I saw him stick the blade of the knife down into the waters.

“How long do you think I can do this?” he grunted out.

“How long did Cliff do it with the flames?”

“I think not even a minute. Again, we were high so our two minutes felt like two thousand years.”

“Try swishing it around in the water,” I suggested, and I sidled my way over to the seats just to tease him a little more. He splashed the blade around in the waters, and then he lifted himself up from the railing; with his free hand, he gave his stomach a little massage. Some softness from the palm of the hand and the water before he brought on the hardness of the metal and the cold. Another gust of a sea breeze welled up behind me, through the gap between the bow of the boat and the overhead roof, and I could feel the rain upon us.

The feeling of danger around us, the fact that Lars could have thrust that knife at me when I pulled the lever and dropped the anchor, or the fact that he could have fallen overboard: it all made my heart pound and my slightly snug jeans tighten up even more from the feeling. It also helped that I had had a full view of him from behind as well, with his ass up in the air and one foot pulled up behind him as if he was doing a pirouette; the metal bar under his soft belly and his long smooth hair dangled down around his head like a silken curtain towards the waves.

I was thinking a lot of things, especially when he turned around to face me with the knife pointed towards me. For a second, I thought he had lost his balance again, but he slid into the seat right next to me, and he pressed the blade of the knife against my jeans.

“Take them off,” he whispered to me. And as I did, he popped a piece of minty gum into his mouth; my jeans dropped down to my feet, and I sat back down again next to him, that time with my knee right up against him. 

He held the blade of the knife right next to my shin, and the shock that hit my skin right then. The iciness of the metal on me, and the fact that the blade was literally right there, so close to slicing me open especially if the boat swayed too hard on the waves. The slack water was about to give way at any moment to the incoming rain, after all.

Slowly, he pulled the knife up the side of my leg to my knee, and from the cold in the wake of the edge of the blade, it was hard to tell if he cut me at all.

I let out a low whistle and clutched onto the edges of the seat as I could feel the boat rocking a bit more. Slack water was giving way to the tide.

“Swish,” he breathed into my ear, and he held the knife up to his mouth. His tongue slithered out onto the blade, and for a second, I believed that he was going to slice through his own tongue. I held still as he slid the knife back away from his mouth: I spotted the gum tucked in the very back of his mouth all the while.

“Wow,” I breathed out, and a decent-sized wave hit the bow of the boat right then. I could smell the rain in the air around us.

“This shit is getting dangerous, man,” Lars said with a rigorous chewing of his gum.

“I mean, why did you have to bring a knife on board with us, anyway?” I smirked at him.

“The thrill,” he flatly replied.

“You know, this is thrilling,” I told him. “The boat rocks about a little bit and you have to control the knife a little bit more. A part of me wants to see how it could play out on dry land, though.” I nibbled on my bottom lip. “I have an idea, though. It could end badly, though, especially with the water picking up all around us. I want you to hold that thing over my dick, and I want you—to come as close to me as you can without cutting me.”

I leaned back and peeled back my shorts for him to see me in full form. Lars chewed on his gum, and he held the blade right over my dick. The edge of the blade was a hair’s breadth over me skin, even more so as he slowly slid the knife over me.

Another wave splashed up on the bow of the boat, and he held still. I swallowed and shuddered from the feeling, and I knew that the thrill of it all could either leave me with a fresh, new circumcision, or—

“Jeez-us, that was close,” he stammered, and I had no idea as to how close he had come to me with the knife. I closed my eyes as more waves hit the bow.

Lars was a drummer, and he never had a single rim shot, either.

The waves hit us, and all the while, the blade remained within a hair’s breadth of my skin. And while the blade remained within a hair’s breadth of my skin, I could feel my heart hammering away in my chest. My heart pounding, my chest heaving, the feeling I was restrained under the threat of being sliced up with a sharp knife… I was going to come, and I was going to come hard. I wanted to resist it, I wanted to stop it, but it was useless. My dick was firming up and I was breathing harder than I was not even a few minutes before, and the bastard never did touch me for a second.

Until he did.

Another wave hit the boat, and Lars brought the face of the blade down on top of my dick. The smooth, chilled metal on my hot skin drove a shock of electricity up my spine. My heart was pounding harder with the rush of it all, and more so when I felt the first drops of rain on my forehead.

The dance of hot and cold, warmth and coolness, the hard metal on my hard skin…

I leaned off to the side, up against Lars’ body, and he jerked the knife back. For a second, I thought he had cut me. I opened my eyes out of expectation that I would have a steady stream of blood on me. I was surprised to find that I had not a single nick on my skin, just a throbbing dick that began to turn red with my burgeoning erection.

Breathing hard, I gazed up to the sky and the fine drizzle beginning to fall over us. Lars rested his free hand on my forehead and stroked my skin with the pad of his thumb. The boat rocked us back and forth with the incoming tides, and I knew we would have to get going back to the harbor.

“Phew…” Lars let out a whistle and peeked around at me, and he still persisted at chewing his piece of gum with his mouth open.

“Goddamn,” I sputtered out, and I chuckled at the whole thing. And I kept on laughing as the rain picked up around us.

It was going to be hard to get us back to the harbor, especially when I had such a hard-on going. But somehow I managed to pull up the anchor and guide us back there. Lars held onto the side of the boat with his free hand, and he kept the knife out in the open, which only made me laugh to myself when I looked back at him.

And as we returned to the harbor with the rain drenching Lars and splashing against my back and my hair, all I could do to ease my erection was sing to myself.

“What do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor early in the morning…”

[psychotron1992]

Cliff Burton x reader

this is for my friend who'd rather remain anonymous.)

Cliff was on stage, strumming away at his bass with Metallica during their Ride The Lightning tour. There was this girl in the front row that had caught his eye, she had beautiful hair and eyes, she just stood out from the rest of the crowd of greasy sweaty headbanging metalheads.

After the show had ended, he left the rest of the band for a moment to talk to her. he walked up to her, with a friendly smile on his face. "hey, would you wanna come backstage with us?" he asked, looking at her. The girl seemed abit shocked at first, but then nodded. "oh, yes! of course-" she says a little nervous, i mean she was standing before a famous rockstar. Cliff nods and leads her backstage where the rest of the guys were with their girlfriends and friends or whatever.

As they walked, Cliff glanced over at her. "so, what'd you think of the show?" he asked, just trying to make small talk with her. Y/n smiled "it was great, as always. i thought you did really well up there." she said, she had been to one or two Metallica shows before. "thanks, we really try hard to give you guys our best, nice to know it pays off." he says as they arrive. He quickly introduced her to the other guys, they were busy with their own thing so he made it fast.

He then sat on a free couch with her, he grabbed a beer for himself "you want one?" he says, offering her one. Y/n shook her head "no thanks, i have to drive myself home after, but thanks for the offer." she was surprised at how chill and friendly Cliff was, it was a big difference from his stage persona.

Cliff nods, sitting beside her and drinking out of the bottle. Y/n just sat there, completely in awe that she was backstage with Metallica right now. "i cant stay for too long, i have a bit of a drive... but seriously, thank you for this, it was awesome.." she says smiling at Cliff. she then got out a notepad and wrote down her number, putting it in his hand, blushing slightly. "call me sometime, if you want, and we can hang out maybe."

Cliff nods, he wished she could stay longer, but, he could call her another time. "oh! sure, yeah no problem. i will." he says, he stands up and sets the bottle on the table "want me to walk you out?" he asks, and she nods with a shy smile. Cliff walks her out of the dressing room and out of the venue, all the way to her car like the gentleman he is.

Y/n blushed slightly and stood on her tip toes, and kissed Cliff's cheek. "thank you, ill see you soon?" she says and smiles at him, Cliff blushed abit and nodded "yeah, for sure." he says, watching her get in the car and drive off.

[jessybarnes]

Al Min Kærlighed

Chapter Title - Nothing Else Matters

Pairing - Single!Lars x Reader

Other Characters - James Hetfield, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo

Tags - Angst, fluff, flashbacks of an abusive relationship, mentions of drinking, mentions of physical violence, crying, nightmares, hospitals, doctors, nurses, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Word Count - 1.7k

Unbeta’d - All mistakes are my own Y'all.

Fic Aesthetic - Yours Truly

Sleep wasn't something you thought would come easy for you, but with the help of the medicine and Lars, it came rather quickly. You were soon jolted awake by a loud noise.  

What was that? Scraping? Banging? You opened your eyes to see if it was coming from your hospital room, but you soon realized that you weren't there. It was too dark to see anything, but the smell of stale beer and sweat filled your nostrils.

Oh God...you were home and the noises were probably Cole looking for you. Panic seized you and you prayed that this was a dream. Lars and James had been real right? They had to be. This couldn't be happening.

Even though it was too dark to see anything, you ran.  

The noises became louder as your heart thundered in your chest. Soon you heard him. Cole's cold icy voice yelling for you.

“Y/N!!!! C'mon Y/N. You know I was only kidding with you, right? I love you. Stop hiding and come out so we can have that talk you wanted.”

You kept running, trying to get away from him. It felt like the hallway was never-ending. This had to be a dream.  

Suddenly, you ran into something hard, and when you realized what it was you began to hyperventilate. Looking up with fearful eyes you saw his evil smile as he reached out and shook you.

“There you are my sweet. Let's go have that talk now shall we?”

“No... no please Cole... please just let me go....”

You felt around for something, anything, to grab so you could get away. Nothing was there. All you saw was blackness and Cole. The shaking continued as tears started to streak down your face.

“Y/N c'mon now. You know you can't escape me. I'll always be there. Everywhere you look, everything you hear, see, feel... it'll be me. Forever and always remember?”

You shook your head as tears kept streaming down your face. Finally, you opened your eyes again and saw Lars leaning over you with worried frantic eyes.

“Hey, sweetheart c'mere. Everything's okay now. It was just a dream. Shhhh just breathe. Take deep breaths in through your nose and out your mouth. That's it.”

Lars soothed you by pulling you to his chest and rubbing small circles on your back. You breathed in deep. His smelled so nice. You were used to smelling beer and smoke from Cole, but Lars smelled of...what was that...spices? Cinnamon?. You clutched his shirt with your left hand to keep yourself grounded. To make your mind see that it was only a dream.

You pulled back and finally looked into his eyes. He smoothed your hair away from your wet cheeks and wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

“There we go. See everything's alright. I'm right here. You're safe.”

He gently laid you back down on the sheets and got up from the chair to walk across the room. He came back a moment later with a pad of paper and a pen. He smiled as he passed them to you.

“Now can I finally put a name to your pretty face?"

Your cheeks flushed as you took the pen in your left hand and shakily placed it against the paper. He called you pretty! That couldn't be right though. You sure didn't feel pretty, let alone look it. Slowly you began to write your name as well as a thank you note and passed it over to him.

My name is Y/N, and I would like to say thank you for everything. You really didn't have to stay with me. I don't want to be a burden to you and James as well as the rest of your band. I am so grateful.

You could hear the ticking of the clock as Lars read your note. You pulled a string on the blanket nervously as you awaited his reply. He set the notepad and pen at the foot of the bed and gently grasped your hand. He looked into your Y/E/C eyes as he spoke seriously and truthfully to you.

“Y/N huh? What a pretty name for a pretty face. I must tell you that you are not a bother to James or myself, nor are you hindering our band in any way. My concern is with you and what happened to you. I don't know, it's like I feel responsible for you in some way. Like, I know you can probably take care of yourself, but for right now you need someone there. I feel compelled to be that someone."

Lars smiled softly at you, his eyes shining with affection.

"How would you like to come with us when you leave here? You won't have to worry about anything. Money won't be an issue, and neither will transportation. Unless you have something or someone keeping you here? Is there someone here that you need to stay for Y/N?”

Your eyes watered as you reached for the notepad. Lars handed it to you and you began to write a response.

You want me to go with you? I... I don't know what to say. Wouldn't I be in the way? I have no one left here that cares about me. I have no ties to this place. I planned to move to California once I saved up $200 more dollars, but now that won't happen because of the bill from this hospital visit. I truly want to go with you, but I also don't want your invitation to be out of pity.

You wiped the tears that escaped your eyes and passed the notepad back to Lars. Your bottom lip quivered and he rubbed your leg gently as he read what you wrote.

“Y/N, I can promise you there is no pity behind my invitation. Like I said, I feel the need to help you. I won't push, but when you're ready I need to know what happened to you. As far as your hospital bill being too costly, there is no bill. James and I have that covered for you. The way we see it is, you need help, and we make enough as it is. You stumbled into our dressing room beat up and barely alive, and we brought you back from that edge. We've said it before and I will say it for us again, we are glad you pulled through.”

You couldn't hold back your cries then. You put your head in your hands and began to sob. There was no bill, and you had been asked to go with the greatest heavy metal band on tour? This was just too good to be true. These men were angels in disguise. You felt strong arms envelope you in a hug, and you knew it was safe. He let you cry while whispering to you that it was going to be okay. You pulled back and licked your lips again and cleared your throat. You were going to try to talk. You needed to properly thank him.

“Th-Thank you, Lars. I can't...thank you enough... for... for what you've done for me...”

You saw Lars' eyes water then and he brought your hand up to his lips. He pressed a feather-light kiss to your knuckles and smoothed his thumb over them.

“You're most welcome Y/N. Now let me get the doctor and call James so we can make arrangements to get your stuff from your house. Unless you don't want us to? I mean we can always just get you new things. Is there anything you need that's sentimental to you? I think we can whip you into being a great assistant to Metallica. Lord knows we need one!”

You shook your head and gave a short reply.

"Nothing sentimental. I want to go with you."

He winked at you and stood up to grab his phone. Punching in what had to be James' number he placed his free hand on his hip and stalked toward the window of your room. You weren't paying any attention to what he was saying, but you were checking him out.

He had this assertiveness about him, this confidant stance that made your knees weak. You were always a sucker for the confident ones. His accent was something else that made your pulse a little higher than it should be. He had solid muscles on his arms and calloused fingers. Definitely the arms of a drummer.

You loved percussion and wished you knew how to play, but you ended up in Orchestra and the Viola was your baby back in the day. You noticed that he wasn't talking to James anymore, but was staring at you. Crap! How long had you been staring and when did he notice? He smiled at you and moved to sit down next to you again. You hoped he wouldn't notice the blush creeping up the side of your neck.

“James is on his way up here to discuss how we are gonna do this. Now let's get Dr. Anderson in here to see when you can be released.”

He pressed the nurse call button on your little hand-held device and the little red light came on. A few moments later Amanda came in. You really like her. She had been a great nurse.

“Hey there, how are you feeling?”

You went to say that you needed Dr. Anderson, but Lars jumped in before you could so you let him take control.

“She seems better Amanda, could we by chance see Dr. Anderson? I believe Y/N is feeling like she could go home.”

“Sure thing! Let me give him a call and he should be in to see you shortly to discuss what happened as well as when you can be discharged.”

With that, Amanda left the room, and you turned your attention back to Lars. You knew that you needed to tell him what happened, but you were afraid. Not because you thought that he would change his mind, but because you knew that he would want to confront Cole. You didn't want to see Lars or James get hurt. Not because of you.

You sighed and made your decision. Despite what you thought about them getting hurt, you told Lars everything. Told him how you kept a private savings account, worked overtime, took care of the house you and Cole shared, and put up with his threats and abuse. You laid everything out on the table. He watched you with sad angry eyes. It was only a matter of time before he told James, and you knew they would go see Cole.

It was inevitable.

[fasteddiesstrat]

warning: fanfic spoilers below the cut!!!!!

today is not only an emotional day, but especially emotional bc in one of my stories i’m writing (more so imagining bc when am i actually doing any writing) the accident does still happen, but cliff does end up surviving by some sort of miracle after being in critical condition as well as a coma for a bit. although he was not expected to survive based on how brutal the accident was. jason does still go on to join the band bc cliff has a long road of recovery ahead of him but eventually makes a full one.

then he and his girlfriend savannah, one of my oc’s go on to get married and have a few children together.

oh my god cliff would’ve been such a cool dad WHAT IS WRONG WITH MEEEEE