#Robert trujillo smut

[delightfulcollectivetyphoon]

thinking about being met's therapy fuck doll

kirks purple ouija guitar got a chip in the side, courtesy of a careless roadie?

im on my knees, letting him face fuck me into oblivion, tears mixing with his cum

robert got a wicked calf cramp right in the middle of a live solo, making him lose focus and hurting him the rest of the show?

im lain across his lap, him spanking and fingering me until I cry, begging him to stop

lars got into an argument with the management, insisting they play back to back night shows, across the country?

im screaming as he over stimulates me, making me hold a vibe on my clit, with a vibe in both holes, not letting me stop until im an inch away from passing out

james had a hunting accident, and threw his back out?

im riding him til I squirt all over his thighs and abdomen, my hole squeezing him so tight it drowns out all his pain

[j6meshet]

Hey loves! My name is Mars!! I use he/they pronouns!! I will write for fem!readers, m!readers, and ftm!readers. Minors dni if I post nsfw content!!

ᡣ𐭩 = fluff

𖤐 = smut

𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒕𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ᡣ𐭩

𝑲𝒊𝒓𝒌 𝑯𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑳𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑼𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

[metallicaislife]

New Sensations

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Smut 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 509

Warnings: oral(f receiving), fingering, a bite

The air of the bar was heady. I watched intently as my boyfriend of just a short while shredded his bass on stage.

I’ve been friends with Rob for ages, but recently we decided to be more. The chemistry between us was insane, and I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been attracted to him since we met. 

Our eyes met and he winked at me, sending shockwaves down my spine. 

After his band's set, we sat around and had a couple beers with his friends. He drew soft shapes on my thighs making it nearly impossible to focus on any of the conversation. 

“Wanna get out of here?” Rob asked softly in my ear. I nodded. “Good night guys, we’ll see ya around.” Rob said and I waved to his friends. 

My place was a short walk from the bar so we made our way there hand in hand. The tension between us was palpable. 

I barely opened the door and let us in before I was pinned to the door with Rob kissing me hungrily. 

Clothes were strewn across my apartment haphazardly. I laid on my bed, Rob on top of me. He began kissing down my body. As he got lower I tried pulling his attention back up but he was a man on a mission as he bit down and then lapped at my thigh. I moaned and he kissed higher and higher.

“Wait, wait.” I said and he paused immediately, our eyes met.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He asked. 

“I, um, you don’t have to go down on me.” I said, a deep blush on my cheeks. 

“I want to.” He replied, his pupils were blown. There was a small pause before he continued, “Has anyone ever eaten you?” He asked and I shook my head. “Their fucking loss.” He said and resumed his kisses up my thigh.

I gasped at the feeling of his tongue on my cunt. He licked from my entrance to my clit and repeated that a few times before sucking on my clit. I moaned loudly, my back arching off the bed.

“If I’m not careful, I could get addicted to the taste of you.” He growled before spearing me with his tongue. I whined and my hand found its way to his hair gripping tightly. 

He removed his tongue and resumed sucking my clit as he penetrated me with two fingers. I can attest bassists know exactly what to do with their hands. 

The coil in my belly snapped and I came with a loud moan. Rob continued to lap at my pussy. I squirmed against him in a blissful haze. Rob finally removed his mouth from my pussy and made his way back up before kissing me. The taste of myself on his lips was one of the sexiest things I have ever experienced. 

“I think that’s my new favorite pastime. The sounds you make are music to my ears, baby.” Rob mumbled as he marked my neck.

I think it’s my new favorite pastime too.

Thank you for reading! Requests are closed but feel free to chat :)

-Isa

[haywire-hetfield]

Chapter four of Aphrodite

Ship: Lars Ulrich x Robert Trujillo

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Trans Lars, fingering

Words: 500

The position made Lars feel exposed in a way he wasn’t used to. He’d never had a problem showing off his body, but this felt like it was way more extreme. His legs were spread wide and he was nude, his body completely visible and spread open. Robert was the only one in the room with him, but with the way he felt, there may as well have been crowds of people staring at him. 

“You’re doing so well,” Robert praised gently, giving Lars a sweet smile that put him a bit more at ease. He didn’t know why he felt weird about it, he trusted Robert and it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen this before. The weird feeling was downplayed by the pleasure that was coursing through him. 

Robert had two fingers pressed inside of him, shoved inside as deeply as he could get them. His hands were large and warm, fingers thick and stretching him open pleasantly. It felt unbelievable. Lars had never been with someone who had such nice hands and he thought he could get off just like this if he tried. His thumb rubbed at Lars’ clit firmly, gliding slick and purposeful against him. 

Normally, Lars was indifferent to being fingered, but it was different with Robert. He was incredibly talented at this, knowing just how to touch Lars to drive him crazy. And Robert took full advantage of that fact. He pressed and rubbed in all the right ways, sometimes giving him too little and sometimes too much. Anything to tease.

“Just like that,” Lars breathed out and squirmed. He knew not to move around too much, trying to lay still and let Robert touch him however he wanted. His fingers curled inside of him and Lars’ thighs clenched a bit. “Rob,” He whined, doing his best to unclench his thighs. 

“Do you want to come like this?” Robert asked him, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Lars nodded his head. “Do you want to come like this or with my cock inside you?” He asked, amending the earlier question and Lars groaned, rocking down against his fingers. 

“With you fucking me,” He agreed quickly, but Robert made no moves to change what they were doing. Lars whined again, realizing he was going to continue teasing him. “Please,” He tried, knowing occasionally Robert would give to his begging. This time, he shook his head and continued what he was doing, stretching him further. 

“Relax. I’ll give you what you want soon enough,” Robert assured him, but Lars thought they had very different ideas of what ‘soon enough’ meant. His thumb rubbed harder at his clit and his body jolted at the increase of pleasure, already growing sensitive there. “I want to make you come like this first,” He told him, earning a nod. Lars’ brain couldn’t form proper words and he knew Robert took pride in breaking him down like this. If Lars was being honest, he enjoyed it too.

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Give em the ole razzle dazzle

[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

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

October is coming up so what's in the plans

Fuck idk am I supposed to have a plan :')

Give me kinks you want me to write for and we'll see where it goes from there ig :')

[ilovepapahet]

Sweetheart

Chapter Five

In hybrid moments. Give me a moment

Warnings: alcohol, creepy men, fluff, angst,

Let me know if I missed anything

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You wake up with the sun shining through your curtains blinding you as you rub your face from the grogginess of sleep. You hated getting up and getting ready for work. You already hear your cat meowing for breakfast “I know I know.. I’m comin” you say in a yawn.

Sitting on the edge of your bed ruffling your messy bed hair you look at your mirror at the foot of your bed. Your going to have to take a shower before you head out, stepping out of your room into the kitchen.

It’s nine, you have an hour to get ready and get to work. You feed Phoenix and eat something small, you weren’t that hungry.

Heading to the bathroom and turning the shower on you strip of you pjs and stepping in. Combing your hair of grease and tangles, washing yourself clean. Hoping out a drying yourself off to put your uniform on. You say good bye to Phoenix make sure he has enough water and food before heading out the door.

The worst part about going to work was driving through the city. People who don’t know how to drive, people who don’t look when they cross the road. It’s a pain.

You sigh as you reach a red light again. They always come at the worst time. The radio snaps you out of your thoughts.

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“Next up, Metallica! Here is their new song Master Of Puppets off their new album Master Of Puppets!”

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Now you’re wide awake due to the loud guitars and drums blasting through your speakers. You turn it off quickly not trying to ruin your morning already. You just want to get through the day.

Pulling into your usual parking stop you claimed when you first started working at this place.

You step out and walk to the back door since you parked in the back and unlock the door. There’s people unloading guitars from new shipments, people checking up on guitars and fixing some of them. The usual.

You wave to your boss as you walk by his office, he was a nice guy. He reminds you of the cool uncle everyone loves, the one who would take you on a ride on his Harley and give you candy when your parents said no. The one you would call to pick you up from a party you weren’t supposed to go to in the first place. He gave you comfort.

Jim was his name, a cool chill laidback guy. He made work fun. You pull up beside your work friend, Jordan who’ve you’ve known for about three years, “Hay, seems busy already”. He looks over at you standing upright from leaning on the counter, “Yeah. It’s like as soon as we open people come flooding in. It’s cool though at least we makin money” he laughed. You nod along to his words. This place always seemed to be busy with people from all over “I wasn’t expecting it to be this busy this early though” you look around the place at the amount of people in the place “Yeah same” Jordan replied.

Jordan became your close male friend and really the only one you trusted after multiple incidents where you had to leave after work late and creepy men were outside, this is another reason why you hated the city.

Men can’t take no for an answer. Jordan would come outside and make sure you get to your car safe and he’d make you call him when you get home to make sure you’re safe. You both talked through out your shifts and sold at least two or three guitars, usually you’d both be able to sell more, but not today.

Around the end of the day you and Jordan were lucky enough to get out of work early and you both walked to your cars. “Hay tomorrow you have a day off right?” Jordan asked standing by his car, “Yeah I do. Why do you ask?.

“Tomorrow me and a few friends are going out to some bar, you wanna come?” He asked.

You thought for a second and thought you should go. You hated going out, but you could trust him if you felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave “Sure why not”. “Great. I’ll pick you up around six tomorrow, that’s sound good?”.

“Sounds great, I’ll see you tomorrow then” you wave to him before getting in your car and driving off.

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After getting home feeding your cat and getting some food into your system you were ready for bed, everyday was so exhausting for you. You always tried to get better sleep you never could though and don’t understand why you couldn’t. You needed some sort of comfort to sleep. It’s not like your cat doesn’t give you comfort he does, but not the comfort you need.

You’ll figure it out at some point your sure of it you just need time to think about it. You talked to your friends about it some of them said it might be your bed, you’re still getting used to the city, maybe that could be it. You slowly drift off to sleep curling up into your sheets.

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You were in your room… everything slowly fading in.

A strange feeling that someone was with you washes over you as you turn and face the man with blond hair and baby blue eyes.

“James?” You say softy into the warm air of your room.

“Hay sweetheart… you havin trouble falling asleep?” He brushes a strand of hair out of your face and places his hand on your cheek gently rubbing his thumb over it.

You look back at him confused… why is he here again? ————————————————————————

You quickly wake up in a cold sweat. Why was this happening? why was he in your dreams? Why was he so gentle and caring? You rub your hands over your face and look over at the clock sitting on your bed side table.. ten o three.

You slowly stand up and stretch before you walk out of your room almost tripping over your cat because he was sitting right in front on the door “God damnit- Phoenix!” He looks up at you with an innocent look. This cat was going to be the death of you. You feed him and start to make yourself some coffee, you replay the dream you had… what the fuck was James doing on your dreams?

You remember that you have plans and quickly forget the dream, at least you didn’t have to drive and Jordan was driving. You didn’t have to go out until six, but you take awhile to get ready so you planned an outfit ahead of time. Six rolled around and you stepped outside on your porch locking the door and waiting for Jordan. He pulled into your driveway and you hoped in the car.

“You look nice” Jordan friendly comments on your outfit “it’s just a white tank top and blue jeans” it was always your go to outfit when you were lazy. He laughs lightly and pulling out of the driveway, it was a silent drive at the start until Jordan spoke up.

“What was it like being with James?” He asked, Jordan was a fan of Metallica even since their first album Kill ‘Em All came out. You sighed knowing he doesn’t know the whole thing that happened between you guys or at lest why you broke up.

“He was a nice guy” you replied softly.

“Do you regret breaking up with him? Or did things just not work out… like it just wasn’t meant to be” Jordan asked innocently.

“I don’t know… I just don’t like talking about it”

“Why not… not to push you or anything” he looks over at you.

“I don’t know. I mean your chill about it, but with other people I would probably get hammered with questions… and the girls would be worst”

Jordan chuckles and nods his head “yeah I guess. You’re lucky though”. Were you though? “Yeah I guess” you mumbled as Jordan pulled into a parking spot on the side of the road. As you both step out of the car you look up at the sign of the bar, you’ve been here a few times maybe more than you could count.

You walk in and follow Jordan to where his friends were, you didn’t really have many friends not like you used to.. just Dawn, her boyfriend Robert, Jordan and Dave. You wave to his friends and sit down keeping quiet unless one of his friends asked you something. You ended up getting bored of drinking beer and excused yourself to get a drink you actually wanted, you walk up and went to a bar stool and asked for a rum and coke on the rocks.

You looked down at the table deep in thought before you hear you name get called and a hand being placed on your shoulder.

You turn and see a tall man with reddish brown hair and very much unmistakable face.

“Cliff?”

He smiles realizing it really is you “Oh shit it really is you, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me”.

You turn to him completely give him your full attention. “Uh- hi what are you doing here?” You ask him.

“I was here with a few friend I was about to leave though until I saw you” he takes a seat beside you.

“You look great since the last time I saw you. You holding up ok” a genuine hint of concern in his tone.

You paused for a moment thinking about everything.

“I’m alright” you lied.

Cliff hummed and nodded slowly. There was a moment of awkward silence between you two. “What have you been doing these past years? Any new friends any boyfriends” you were a little taken aback but you knew he meant well especially after such a long time.

“Well I made one new friend, his name is Jordan I’m actually here with him” you tell him “Cool..” and there was a bit of awkward silence again.

“What about you? What have you been up to?” You break the silence.

“Well not much actually. We recently finished another album have you heard it yet, I think it’s are best yet”

“No.. no I haven’t” you admit feeling a little bit of guilt.

For the rest of the night you and Cliff talked catching up more on each other’s lives, Cliff ended up leaving before you and you walk back to Jordan and his friends.

“Who was that?” Jordan asked giving you a teasing smirk. “It was just an old friend. We were just catching up” you look down at the table.

“Really? I thought you hated talkin to the people you used to know”

“I do… depending on the person but he’s ok. We used to be close”

Jordan nodded and dropped the topic talking to his friends. It was nice to see Cliff again he still seemed like the same old Cliff you meet, he was still laid back which helped with your anxious nerves.

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Two weeks after you and Dave both called each other frequently wanting to rebuild the friendship. The only problem was is that he never stopped talking about getting kicked out of the band, sure you could completely understand why he was mad.

He had a right too but it was getting annoying, the constant complaints about it.

Today was no different. “I mean come on. I am ten times the guitarist their new one is”.

“Yes Dave I know.. what else is new” you sigh and roll your eyes and you hold the phone between your should and ear.

“What am I not allowed to complain?”

“I never said that Dave it’s just… listen I get your upset and you’ve been betrayed, but for fuck I don’t want to hear it anymore”

Dave scoffed “But you understand where I’m coming from? I can be upset”

“Yes you can be upset Dave and I do understand you, but it’s all you talk about. Why?”

“All you ever think about is the break up” he said in an irritated tone. “But I’m not constantly talking about it Dave. I just don’t want to hear it…. Dave I got to go, I’ll talk to you another time” you sigh feeling exhausted.

Dave didn’t say anything and let you hang up the phone. To much was going on in your life and you could feel your energy slowly getting drained day by day. You’re just.. tired.

You just stopped having the need to continue and all you wanted to do was to lock yourself in your house forever to just give up and forget everything.

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sorry this took so long guys I apologize I hope you enjoyed it though, this was a long one

Also! I have a masterlist now that I’m still working on and will be continually updating so you can find past chapters and new fanfics that are coming out.

@metalupyourass699

[ih34artmetalmusic]

happy birthday james (aka my bf) 😼😼

[groupiewhoreee]

Imagine Kirk walking in Dave and you having sex and he’s a little bit embarrassed but it makes him kinda horny so he joins them ;) I would love a whole fic with this idea

hiii! omg yes. yes yes yes. my 2 favorite men. i love this idea thnx for requesting ittt!

Dave Mustaine x Y/N x Kirk Hammett

Warnings: Smut, heavy/filthy smut. Threesome. (Minors dnii! do nottt interact! But i cant force ya, so you can stay ig.)

Summary/Plot:In req by an lovely anon. <3

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Kirk's cold, slender finger tips landed onto the knob of the pale door that faced him. He twisted the knob anxiously. He walked in, before noticing you and Dave. "Holy shit! I'm so sorry—!" Hammett shouted, covering his eyes. Kirk was embarrassed. Pure embarrassment rushed thru his veins in hysteria. He looked over at you for a second, his eyes landing straight on ur tits. "You gonna watch us fuck or what?" Dave rolled his eyes, continuing to pound into you. He groped ur boobs, a luscious moan slipped. Kirk was aroused. He felt his dick grow in his pants. Your eyes fluttered open in ecstasy, ur eyes landed on Kirks bulge that popped thru his pants.

Kirk was starting to get horny at the sight of you two getting it on. "Mind if I— maybe, join you two?" Kirk asked. Dave looked at him. "What the hell? Absolutely not." Dave said, turning around. "Oh come on Dave, let him join in. Its fine." You said repeatedly. "Okay, whatever. What the fuck." Mustaine's eyes rolled back to space. Kirk nodded eagerly. Kirk stepped over to you and Dave. He dropped his pants as well as his boxers. His rock hard dick sprung up. Kirk gave you the signal to suck. You would grab Kirk's dick with ur soft hand. You started sucking, bobbing ur head on his cock. Dave continued to pound into you. His lips instantly clashed with urs. Kirk's head threw back. He groaned, gripping ur hair. His finger tips entangled into ur hair.

Kirk pulled his dick out of mouth, cum leaked and dripped onto ur face, it somewhat mixed into ur hair, making a filthy mess. Dave still pounded into you, his thrusts going more sloppy. He held onto ur waist tightly, enough to make bruises. Dave pulled out of you, he cummed on ur stomach. Kirk pushed Dave out of the way. "Don't fuckin' push me dickwad!" Dave pushed Kirk back. "Whatever you ass." Kirk rolled his eyes to the moon. He positioned himself at ur entrance. You bit ur lip. He slammed into you, going at a slow speed, but he started speeding up. You moaned out loud, while Kirk stretched you out. "Kirk!" You moaned. Dave jerked off while watching you two.

Dave came onto his hand, while Kirk pulled out of you and came on ur stomach as well. Kirk pulled his pants up as well as his boxers. Dave grabbed his pants and boxers, putting them on in an instant. "Damn," Dave muttered, walking to the sink in the bathroom and washing his hand off. Kirk and Dave started helping you get changed and everything. Kirk smiled while doing so. "That was fucking great man," Kirk said. "I guess, never had a threesome with a dickwad like you." Dave laughed, bumping Kirk. You just laughed, looking at the two boys. "Shut up!" Kirk bumped Dave.

[sanman2022]

Just spamming pics and gifs of metallica

[delightfulcollectivetyphoon]

ok so i had a WILD dream last night with all of current metallica and it was HVHJBHCUJBVFVBJ

lemme replay it for you

cw: mentions of kidnapping, idk how to use who vs. whom, cnc, sharing, bondage, toys, they're all kinda soft doms (except Lars idk why but he's just a jerk in this fic) EXTREME sadism, masochism, reader is kept underground somewhere, just generally fucked up events :)

You are responsible for your own media consumption <3

I wake to an echo, a deep voice, bouncing off the pipes and concrete floors that make up my surroundings. My vision is blurry, my body is aching, and my brain feels fried. I struggle to prop my head up against the wall behind me. I attempt to move my arms and legs, but metal cuts into my wrists and ankles as soon as I exert the smallest amount of force. The air is damp and unpleasant smelling, like I was underground, possibly in a sewer. My vision slowly clears as the voices become clearer, louder. Four figures, outlines against the small wall lamps behind them. They stand in a sort of half-circle, all facing towards me. Their laughter and conversation die down as I attempt to speak. All that comes out is gibberish, low and raspy. My throat constricts and burns. I can see the tall, grey-haired one smirk.

"Looks like she's awake."

"Poor girl, looks like hell."

The shorter, skinnier one walks slowly towards me, his hands in front of his chest, facing me, like he's trying to make peace with the thrashing girl handcuffed to the web of pipes bolted to the wall.

"I ain't gonna hurt you sweet thing. None of us are."

I look up at him through my greasy bangs, my eyes heavy and achy.

Its only when he places a large, calloused hand on my hip that I realize I'm naked. My head drops, tears welling in my eyes when I take in the weight of my situation. As the drops fall, another hand skims across my cheek, slowly wiping them away. The hand on my hip is warm and is somewhat comforting to me, so I lean the slightest bit into his touch not wanting to give him too much satisfaction, but enough to gain the slightest sliver of comfort I was offered. I lift my head to try to make out his face, salt and pepper curls falling to his collarbone, light brown skin, a mole on his left cheek.

"Why don't you tell us why you're here, sweetheart."

I try screaming, but my throat stings and feels like its tearing, so I cry harder instead. I catch the slightest glimpse of a grin as he turns back to the group, before walking to join them. They wait and watch. After what feels like an hour, I realize I'm trapped, and try my hardest to stop sobbing. Even if I could scream, it would be of no use. These men where probably the only signs of life in a 10-mile radius, if not more.

"I-I d-don't know...."

"What's that sweetheart?"

My heart grows heavier at the pet name, a sense of disgust creeping through my body.

"I said," my voice wavering, "I don't know why I'm here."

Exhausted by the simple sentence, I drop my head again.

Murmurs, followed by light laughter.

I hear footsteps coming closer, and I don't dare to look up. He gets close enough that his boots are right in front of my feet. I recognize him as the tall man whom I first saw. I see his hands slowly coming closer to my waist, and I try to lean back. One hand flies up to my face at the speed of light, and I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing for impact. Instead, he grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I don't look him in the eyes, afraid of what I might see. I feel his hot breath on my ear as he huffs angrily against my neck.

"Do that again, see what happens, princess."

I feel a blush creeping across my cheeks, seeping down to my chest. My thoughts ran wild as his hands slowly roamed across my hips and waist, and down to my thighs. He grinned as he brought a hand to my inner thighs, and I clenched my legs together. He squatted down so he was eye level with my lower stomach and wrenched my legs apart. I let out a small whimper, not entirely in vain, I found. My eyes widened at the sick thought that maybe, just maybe, I was enjoying this. He grinned up at me as he stroked my inner thighs, only a few inches away from my core. I eyed him, wincing whenever his knuckles would graze the side of my labia. After a few minutes, he slowly works his pointer finger through my folds, and I try to hold back a whine as he purposefully takes his time running over my clit. He pulls out his finger and makes a point of holding it up to the light, so I can see his finger glisten.

"And I thought you hated me."

He makes eye contact as he brings his finger up to his face and smells it, eyes rolling back before running his tongue across the joint. My knees almost buckle. He moves back in for more, and this time, I welcome it.

"Looks like ya broke her, James."

Did he?

My head clouded as I considered the possibility of the statement. He stood back up, letting his palms ghost over my sides, before stepping to the side, leaning against the moldy wall. The man who I had interacted with first came forward again and reached up to my left wrist. His unoccupied hand reached into his pocket, pulling out a small silver key. A slight chink signaled that my cuff was open, and he took my wrist, leaving the smallest kiss on the red, irritated skin, before putting the cuff back on and lengthening the chain, so my arm was able to extend farther from the wall. He did this with all the cuffs, leaving kisses across my thighs and calves when uncuffing my ankles. I was now able to step about 4 feet from the wall, the room almost becoming smaller as I squirmed to get away from the moist, moldy wall, but walking closer to the men. As he stepped back, he winked and smiled at James, who I could feel coming up behind me, using the extra space in between the wall and I to cling to my back, wrapping his arms around my stomach, he rocked me side to side softly before rutting against my ass. I gasped, and he trailed his tongue up and down my neck, sucking and licking every once in a while.

"You gonna be good?"

I struggled for an answer. One part of me wanted to deny, deny, deny, but the other part wanted to let it happen. I was never into this sort of stuff, but I felt like it was growing on me. Sure, I had no clue who any of them were, and I didn't know what their intentions were after they were done with me, but that excited me. I decided to play along, but I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of thinking I was unwilling.

"Yes," I whined. I stared up at him with the most pitiful gaze I could muster.

I ground back onto his jeans, and I clenched my thighs together as he groaned in my ear, the hot air making my hair stand on end. I almost completely forgot that there were three others until I heard their footsteps advancing. I shifted my gaze forward to see the broad, darker-skinned man, who I later learned was named Robert, reach down to waist and tug at his belt, slowly freeing it from the loops, before folding it in half and snapping it so loud I jumped. Before I knew what was happening, I felt the leather come down on my thigh, the skin becoming red and almost swollen. James held a hand over my mouth as I screamed. I could feel my arousal make its way down my thigh, grazing over the many bruises Robert would continue to make. All the while, James was using his free hand to hold my waist, making me rub against his growing erection. My eyes were glazed over, my breathing erratic, when I felt James's boot nudge my inner ankle, kicking it to the side, doing the same thing with my other foot. I looked up at him with confusion, not seeing the belt come straight towards my core. I bit down on his hand, nearly drawing blood as I felt the belt sting my clit. I came from the impact, screaming and drooling into his hand. He held me impossibly tighter, rocking me softly like he had earlier, licking my tears from my cheeks.

"And this is just the start, princess."

He soothed me while Robert got down on his knees, lightly grazing the bruises and welts and kissing what little unharmed skin was left.

Once the aftershocks had worn off, James took his hand from my mouth, trailing down to my chest. He was gentle at first, but became more and more aggressive, twisting, scratching, kneading, eventually bruising.

"Now, we know who you are (had they been stalking me?), but it just dawned on me that you have no idea who we are."

He gripped my chin again, facing me towards the man who had adjusted my shackles.

"Kirk." He tilted my head down. "Robert." To the side. "Lars." The shorter man leered at me from his place, leaning against what looked like a water heater, toothpick in his mouth.

"And as you already know, I'm James. Got all that?" I nodded.

He kissed my neck.

"Of course you do, knew you were a smart girl."

I smiled weakly up at him. His face was almost sympathetic as he and Robert suddenly stepped aside, leaving me cold and lonely. I tried my best to huddle, but I could only press my legs together, my hands still chained high above my head. My head lolled, my neck still achy.

"Now," the voice snapped me out of my head, making me look toward where Kirk was leaning, "if I take your cuffs off, will you be good?"

The thought of finally getting out of the abrasive metal loops was too good to resist; my wrists and ankles hurt like hell. I nodded, and he looked to the rest of the guys, only advancing when all of them nodded and faced toward me. He uncuffed first my ankles and then my wrists. As soon as the last cuff dropped, so did I. The cold floor stung as I came crashing down. I wept, although softer than before. My eyes met Kirk's and then James'.

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you can call me Distorted or D, whatever you prefer! I've been writing for a while and finally deciced to share some of my stuff on here! I'm European, a metalhead and obsessed with older men, rock 'n roll and bands! As you'll soon find out.

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