#cliff burton fluff

[mustainegf]

Beach Episodeee- basically you start playing volleyball with the metallica boys but they all are lowkey staring at your body and getting horny and you notice...you can choose whoever you wanna do this with, or could do something similar to that valentines day one where the audience chooses who they wanna be with!

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Love you Elena!!!💗

YESSS DUDE I LOVE THESE ONES WITH THE CHOICES

𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ¹⁹⁸⁵

The sun was barely cresting, a golden glow along the beach by the time we rolled in with Cliff's old, beat up car. The saline freshness in the air and the waves crashing against the beach always comforted me. It was one of those perfect summer days, and there I was with my favorite people in the world. James, Cliff, Kirk, and Lars.

Since weeks ago we had been planning on catching time at the beach. Now that we were here, I just couldn't wait to kick back and relax a little, to enjoy some fun.

Finally, we found somewhere on the sand, and so I stepped down to my swimsuit. Nothing too fancy, a black bikini did the trick for me, at least it made me like what I saw. And I could feel their eyes on me as I took my shorts off and let them drop into the dust. I glanced up to see James watching, a suggestive look on his face, almost flustered.

He glanced away immediately when he realized that I had seen him, but with the smirk on his face, telling me that he was really not sorry.

"Nice suit," Cliff laid his towel down carelessly next to mine as he unfolded it. He was so calm, but those eyes sort of petted me, and my stomach flipped.

“Thanks,” I said, my cheeks clearly heating up. Not that they weren't ogling before but today for some reason it seemed a lot more obvious.

He started putting up the volleyball net a few feet from us. His look even flickered in my direction time and time again, softer, almost shy in a way, as he looked at me with something that just made warm creep into my cheeks.

Not so much Lars, he didn't even try. Literally, he didn't try to hide that his eyes were roving down my body with some kind of audacity that both made me want to laugh and roll my eyes.

"So you guys ready to lose?" I smiled, trying to let a little bit of tension out as I walked over to the net.

Yes, I felt their eyes on me, but I wasn't going to let that bother me. If anything, it was kind of fun knowing they were all looking. I could play along.

“Depends on what we’re playing for,” Lars shot back, winking at me as he tossed me the ball.

"Loser buys lunch?" I retorted, not so much enjoying the implication in his tone.

"How about a prize for the winner then?" he suggested, with a voice that could sometimes penetrate my bones. His eyes held a dare.

"And what prize would that be, exactly?" I said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Oh, I’m sure you know," James replied, but before I could answer, Cliff interjected.

"Alright, let's get this started," he rubbed his hands together, "Enough talking."

We ended up splitting into teams, with me and Cliff versus James, Kirk, and Lars. It wasn't exactly fair, but Cliff was the tallest, so it gave us a boost.

I had my eyes more on the boys as they kept glancing my way, watching my every move across the sand.

Every time I leaped to smack the ball, I could make out James ogling at me with those eyes. The same went for Lars, his eyes turned even more wicked, comments more daring, as we played on.

"Great spike." He beamed at me as I returned the ball to our side of the net, but his gaze was fixed upon my chest, not the ball.

"Pay attention to the game, Lars," I shot back, though I couldn't help the grin that pulled at my lips.

Not even Kirk, always so upright with things, appeared immune to being carried away by it. And even when the ball came flying near him, he missed, his eyes otherwise occupied tracking me through the sand.

"Sorry," he mumbled, his face flushed, running off to get the ball with a stupid smile on his face.

The time we finished the game, my heart was pacing and it wasn't just from how active I was. When we fell down into the sand from laughing, out of breath, I couldn't help but notice the way they looked at me, as if I were the only thing that mattered in this world.

We spread out on the beach and sprawled out, laying upon the beach with cold drinks. The sun was lower now, early evening rays warming our skin. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel their gaze upon me, their attention making my skin tingle with eyes so closed.

"Having fun?" Kirk asked, his shy voice obviously trying to be as confident as possible.

"Yeah," I answered, smiling up at the guitarist. Kirk’s eyes flicking down to my lips, then back up to my eyes.

Cliff, who was lying on his towel next to me, leaned over and whispered in my ear, ���You know, you’re driving them all crazy.” The smile upon his lips belied it, but in his eyes, very serious, burnt a different narrative.

"Am I?" I managed out.

"Yeah," he said, and his voice dropped. "But I can't say I blame them."

I swallowed hard as his words settled. I knew what they all wanted, and it had turned me on. Yet I knew I had to make a decision.

I couldn't keep them all hanging like this. It was kind of a game, who was going to test the water and jump in first?

The only question: who would it be?

Now the sun had finally begun to set for no good reason at all, painting a soft orange sheen on the beach. Now I stood a few feet from them, the guys seated on the sand, now laughing and talking easy with each other.

Who do I choose?

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November

A/n: Did anyone ask for this? No, will I still rewrite this because I didn't like this the first time and came up with what I think is a better trope? Yes. I only meant to make Guns N' Roses and I panicked when people asked for Metallica but I don't want to come out bad so I hope people like this version better than the first :'3

Link to the original

Kirk Lars James Cliff

Metallica was making a new album but they'd barely worked on it at all and it was getting closer and closer to the date they'd set for it to come out, normally they'd just push it back but they'd already done that twice.

Their manager decided to stick them in a house together, thinking if they didn't have a moment apart they'd actually get work done.

You were their managers daughter and were definitely a fan, when you heard he would be moving in with them you had to come up with an excuse to move with him, you knew he couldn't say no to you with a good enough reason.

You were going to University and you said since it was almost summer break you wanted to visit him so you'd be coming down once school was out.

He hesitated, not wanting your summer to be spent in such an environment, but eventually let you because he'd found a place where you could have your own room. He wanted to let you have your privacy.

You couldn't be more thrilled.

And so, you packed up your clothes and some other essentials, said goodbye to your roommates, you had a flat off campus, and made a quick road trip down to L.A. where your dad was staying with the one and only Metallica.

Your dad welcomed you with open arms and gave you a tour of the house, showing you to your room so you could drop your bags before he introduced you to the guys.

They were all sitting in the living room in the back of the house, there was a wall of windows with a matching glass door leading out to the backyard, a beautiful green lawn with an underground pool all of it fenced in and overlooking a cliff. It was gorgeous but you were more focused on the four men all ogling you as you came down the stairs with their manager.

"I thought you said you were bringing your daughter?" The short one asked, you of course knew him as Lars Ulrich, the drummer.

You dad nodded. "Yeah, this is my daughter, Y/n." He said, gesturing to you. You gave a small wave, biting your lip to prevent the ear to ear grin that was waiting to break out.

"By daughter you meant, like, grown woman?" The blond, James, asked.

"Yeah, it's summer vacation and she wanted to spend some time with dad before she had to go back to University." He explained. They all took in his words, exchanging whispers.

The phone rang, a landline on a table not far from you. Your dad answered it, uttering a few words before he set it down. "Right, I gotta go, all of you be nice." He said, giving you a quick hug and apologizing for having to leave so soon.

He left and you waved the boys goodbye before heading upstairs to unpack some more.

They waited until they heard your door close before they started talking. "Jesus, who would've guessed." Kirk asked, keeping his voice low just to be sure you couldn't hear.

"Who the fuck cares, what the hell do we do?" James asked, keeping his eyes on the stairs where you'd just gone.

"Fuck do you mean 'what do we do'? What do you think we do?" Lars whisper yelled, looking like he just wanted to slap him.

"We can't fuck the managers daughter." Cliff said, fumbling with his hands in his lap.

They kept discussing it, all agreeing that nothing could happen.

Then you came back downstairs in a bikini, holding a towel and a bottle of sunscreen, ready to sit by the pool. You didn't look at them as you walked past but you could feel all their eyes on you as you swayed your hips.

"Twenty bucks goes to whoever can last the longest." James blurted, still watching you through the windows as you rubbed sunscreen up your arms.

And thus the bet began, whoever could last the longest without giving into temptation got twenty bucks, the four men throwing down five dollars each.

[ghostbustting]

Ok so,firstly hiii! I love your writing style sm!

Would you ever consider doing a Cliff or Jason one shot where the reader is super self conscious about her being “plus-size” and “not being a typical rockstar girlfriend” and them comforting her and it leads to some really sweet love making 😭

Cliff is my number one man and I hardly see any fics for him fr

CLIFFCLIFFCLIFF !! (yes i'm back. yes i'm disappearing again.)

♯ ; 𝑴𝒀 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 ༘⋆

Cliff Burton x Plus size!Reader

Contains Smut.

With my own fingers fiddling with the hem of my uncomfortably fitting dress, my eyes wander around the diner booth we were all sitting at. By we, I was referring to me, my boyfriend Cliff, his three bandmates, and their awfully drop dead gorgeous girlfriends.

It was a relaxing Saturday night, Cliff had brought me with him to go have dinner with his bandmates and their girlfriends at some local diner.

However, the rest of the dinner night, I felt like I do not belong here, like I could never fit in well between these rockstars and their girlfriends. No matter how reassuring and comforting having Cliff's presence close next to me, it didn't make me oblivious to how much of a contrast the difference between me and his bandmates' girlfriends is.

They were perfectly good looking to say the least. Thin figures, curves accentuated perfectly in their tight dress they probably didn't have to overthink much about, no thunder thighs filling up their seats, smiles so wide without their cheeks looking like they're swollen.

On the other hand, I stood out... not in a very pleasing way. It's more like as if I was a sore thumb. My eyes could never stand the numbers that showed up on the weight scales whenever I stood on it. The beautiful small dresses I saw down the streets would never fit the shape of my body.

Cliff made it his task to make me feel loved, and I knew he really do love me. But it doesn't change the fact that I'm not what people expected, doesn't change the fact that I'm not the ideal rockstar's girlfriend.

So here I sat next to him, head hung low, the food I had ordered barely touched, my ears not even picking up on the conversation around me, eyes focused on getting the end of my dress to cover more of my insecure legs.

Even with my mind overwhelmed with that irritating sense of insecurity, the concerned gaze on me that came from Cliff’s eyes were something that I could never ignored, something so familiar that it would always hit me right away whenever I receive it, something I could recognize easily every single time.

It didn’t took long before I feel his warm hands take ahold of my cold ones, the pads of his thumbs running over my knuckles as I hear his beautiful voice whisper softly and gently into my ear, “Are you alright..? You feel sick..?” He asked, the worry accentuated enough in his voice.

However, I try to cover it up, “I’m alright..” I whisper back while shaking my head with a soft smile— a smile so forced and fake that obviously someone that knew me so well and so detailed like Clifford Lee Burton wouldn’t be fooled by.

”You’re not,” Cliff spoke, with an attempt to drown all the insecurity in me with his soft gaze, “I know my happy girlfriend when I see her and this is not her.”

A sigh leave my lips and my eyes look up at him, meeting his own in an instant. He could see the weak and soft gaze of my eyes, the way my eyebrows are slightly furrowed as if I was thinking about something. He can read me like a damn opened book and I can't decide whether I hate or love him for it.

My thoughts drifted away when I hear the man spoke again, this time towards his friends, patting Kirk's back, who was sitting on the chair beside him. "Sorry, it's getting late. We have.. other plans." He say.

That was in fact, not true. I was not aware of any other plans we have scheduled after this dinner.

Hence, a look of genuine confusion was etched onto my face as he took ahold of my hand and pull me up from my seat, giving me no time to say goodbyes or grab one last french fries when he lead me out of the diner with no words of explanation.

We found ourselves driving back to his place in a weird yet comforting silence. One of Cliff’s hands was holding onto mine while the other was fixated on the steering wheel. I can feel his thumb running over my knuckles every now and then, a gesture of comfort I’m used to receive from him.

My eyes drift from our hands to the window, watching as cars drove pass us, watching the motorcycles, watching as teenagers party, craving the body those gorgeous girls possess. My eyes would still run over their perfect figure if it wasn't for Cliff's voice that snapped me out of my trance.

"What's with you tonight?"

He asked. Usually, words like that would be taken as somewhat a complain. But with Cliff, it was clear by his voice that he was asking me out of concern. He wasn't wrong about knowing a happy me and a not happy me, it was quite easy. I would've been smiling to my eyes when I'm happy, words spilling out of my lips endlessly, unlike the state I was in earlier.

A sigh left my lips as I slowly turn my attention back to Cliff, the lights of Los Angeles and the red traffic light combined with the beautiful moonlight illuminates his face, his eyes shining more than how they already were.

"I.."

"Honest. Please. I hate not seeing your smile."

A squeeze of his hand was delivered to mine, making my heart flutter just the slightest bit. There was no way in hell I'm able to decline his plead for honesty.

Slowly, I begin to speak again, a hint of uncertainty was able to be heard in the words that left my lips in a quiet question. "..Do you ever regret dating me?" I ask, my voice soft, eyes avoiding his own as I feel that same exact concerned gaze over my face the moment his head instantly snapped my way.

I could feel his gaze on me for a few minutes until the light turned green, taking his focus again as he continue driving before asking me, "Wha— why would I regret dating you? Don't be silly." He chuckled softly, taking my hand up to his lips to kiss my knuckles.

The gesture was sweet, bringing a soft smile on my face. However, It didn't take too long before my smile faded away yet again slowly as my previous thoughts of insecurity builds back up in my mind. It was like a parasite, unable to be avoided.

”It’s just..” I let out a sigh, “James, Kirk, Lars...— They have these drop dead gorgeous girls as their girls. They’re beautiful, they’re in good shape, they’re— they’re the perfect rockstar girlfriend.”

Only when I feel the car stop and park did I realize we have arrived in front of his house, away from the chaos of the traffic, the door that leads to the inside of the house seems so inviting as my body yearns to just lay on his bed. Meanwhile, the silence between us felt somehow loud, if that even makes sense. And again, his eyes gazes over me.

Cliff let out a small chuckle, “So that’s the problem? You think I’d regret dating you because of this?—” He reach out and pinch the chubby cheek of mine, pulling on it slightly. My eyes slowly gaze up into his own, revealing my glassy eyes to him. A sigh leave his lips as he cup one of my cheeks. “You think I care about whether you’re as skinny as a branch or as fluffy as a pillow?”

I let out a small strangled chuckle at his words, trying to turn my head away, to which he prevent by cupping both of my cheeks now. “I don’t want a rockstar girlfriend. I just want my girlfriend. I just want you. I want you for your heart, for your smile, for your love.” Cliff spoke so sincerely it was impossible to not believe him, especially with how deep his eyes was gazing into mine.

The smile he made at my speechless state melts my heart, listening as he say, “Come on.” Shortly after, I watch him exit the car and jog around the front only to open the door on my side of the car, the sweet smile making a stay on his face as he reach for my hand and help me out, his other hand shutting the door behind me the moment my shoes lands on the ground.

Each and every move of his only made me love him even more.

My body stayed close to him, almost as if we were attatched like magnets, all the way as he leads me into his house and into his bedroom, his hand holding mine so firmly yet gently at the same time, as if he was afraid I’d slip away, as if he was afraid the insecurity will consume me and fade me away from his life. I always loved the way he touched me, always able to make me feel loved, even the moment I lost hope in loving myself, he always made me love myself with his own love.

Slowly, I sit down on the soft matress of his bed, a spot we often find ourself laying in after a tiring day, just wrapping each other in the other’s arms, where our problems never exist, only our bloomin love.

I feel the mattres beside me sink due to Cliff’s weight as he join me, sitting on the bed as well with his hand in mine still, the pad of his thumb running over my knuckles again and again softly, a motion I’ve found rather comforting. I can feel his lips pressing soft kisses all over my cheek, yet my head was hung low, eyes on my lap.

Yet the moment he notices, he held my chin in his free hand, slowly tilting my head towards him. “Look at me.” He smile softly, making me look at him. “I want you to let your mind rest, okay? Let go of your thoughts..” His voice was soft, I couldn’t help but give in and follow the instruction he gave me, letting my thoughts drift away, letting my focus to be for him and him only.

”My girl..” He breathed out, slowly leaning in till our lips eventually meet in a soft and gentle kiss, his palm coming to rest against my cheek, the other that was previousky holding my hand slowly trails to hold my waist instead, gently pushing me down to lay on my back, my head landing smoothly on his pillow.

I sigh against his lips and watch as he lay himself down next to me, mumbling, "Cliff.." The way his hands touch me all over made me felt important, as if I was the center of the earth. To him, I probably was. After all, he never failed to make me feel that way.

Within seconds, I feel my shirt slowly being slipped over my head, my hands coming to cover my body. Despite how many times we've done this, being bare and showing the insecurity I own beneath the fabric always rewinds. Yet, Cliff only chuckled and moved my hands away, his lips pressing a short peck on my stomach.

"Beautiful." In an instant, the tenses in my body relaxes as I hear his voice, a comforting and loving lullaby.

I feel his lips press and trail kisses all the way from my stomach down to the them of my panties, his fingers slowly hooking into the waistband and sliding it down, his eyes gazing up to inspect the way I was bitting my lip from his action alone.

The moment that panties of mine was discarded, Cliff's lips were quick to attach onto my cunt— desperate, yet gentle.

A moan manage to escape my lips, a soft call of his name, "Cliff.." His name seems to be the only thing available in my dictionary at the moment, finding it difficult to let out anything from the back of my throat other than a moan, curses, and his name.

Cliff's warm tongue slides in and out of me, the very tip of his nose nudging my clit every now and then as he eat me out, ignoring the way I was squirming above him, my hand trailing down to run through his long hair. "Fuck.." I whined, my hips bucking up to try and grind against his face.

His tongue was lapping up and down my folds like a dog, a hungry dog. He makes me feel wanted. And I can't help but want him as well.

Not long, he pull back from my pussy with his lips glistening with my slick, his fingers replacing what was once his tongue, two of them running up and down my folds before sliding through them, earning a gasp from me. I feel his lips against my thigh, yet I was too caught up on the feeling of his fingers.

"Can you feel it?"

My eyes struggles to meet his as I utter out a, "What— Feel what..?" Through my moans.

"Just how much I love you."

Right as the words leave his lips, I finshed right around his fingers, clenching the digits as I did so with a loud and uncontrollable moan, my back arching like a cat you'd see down the streets.

I hear a small chuckle and a gentle, "Good girl. My girl." Before I see him stand up, his hands going to his belt as he unbuckles it, swiftly throwing it away and slipping his jeans and boxers both at once, not even wasting his time for even just a second.

Seconds later, before I knew it, he was back on top of me, his body towering over mine as he lean down to press a kiss on my cheek, "My tonight, my tomorrow, my tomorrow night, my every night, and my every day are yours okay? I can't live through this without your sweet soul." He spoke with so much genuineness in his voice.

My thoughts evaporates into thin air as he slowly slides his cock through my folds, pulling out soft noises of pleasure from both of us as one of his hands came to rest on the pillow beside my head while the other holds my own hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it before he starts thrusting in and out of me, very gently.

Unlike the rather passionate love making we have done before, he was being extremely gentle this time, passionate still— yet mostly gentle and full of care as his eyes never broke the contact they had with my own eyes, a window that connects our souls.

I feel the tip of his cock hitting every special spots in me without even having to do it hard and fast. He knew me. The real me that lay upon all these insecurity. He knew me all too well. Yet he didn't even have to try. It was like nature have his own way with connecting us.

"I love you too.." I blurted out, a soft moan pulled out of the back of my throat as I slowly close my eyes.

Yet I feel his lips again, this time on my closed eyelids. "Don't close your eyes. I want you to look into my eyes and look deeply. So deep to the point you can see how much love I have." He spoke. Within seconds, my eyes were opened again and stared into his eyes again.

And just as he says, there was a certain look he had on.

A look of love.

So sweet. So deep. So tender.

His hips continue to move against mine, soft grunts slipping through his lips as my walls hug his cock just right. "Fuck.. My girl.." After he mumble this, his arms slowly wrap around my torso, his bodg pressed flushed against mine while his thrusts now becomes more deep, still in the gentle pace he was in earlier.

"Cliff..." I breathed out, my own arms around his body. Each time his cock thrusts into me, a moan would be pulled out of me while a grunt would be pull out of his, both of us becoming closer each seconds we spend in this bed.

"Come with me, sweetheart?.."

"Only with you.. Only with you.."

Not long, I feel an all too familiar knot in my stomach as he continue to hit every weak spot of mine. The way his lips were attached onto my neck and sucking marks wasn't helping with the feeling either. He could be so soft, yet I'll still be the most pleased girl in the earth. His girl.

Before I knew it, my high came crashing down around his cock, letting out a loud moan as his own seeds fill me up, his voice mumbled against my neck as he stayed close to me after our finish. I breathe in and out, all the troubles I had stomped away by a single love making.

But I knew it wasn't the love making

It was him.

He was clinging onto me like a koala, his head in my neck and his arms wrapped around me still yet so tightly, hands stroking my body in an affectionate way. He loves me. It was becoming clearer and clearer each day I spend here with him. He wants me for me. I was too blind to see the way it's all too obvious from his care, from his words, from his eyes.

And I love him too.

My boy.

[musiclover84898]

Okay, so i suck at coming up with ideas but i was wondering if you could write maybe taking cliff to a garden or a feild and picking flowers and making flower crowns and silly stuff like that🤭

Ahhh this is so cute! I based the title of this story off of a Cure song called A Chain of Flowers. Thank you so much for your request💋

Warnings: None, pure fluff

Word count: 910

A Chain of Flowers - Cliff Burton

Spring had always been my favorite season; I enjoyed watching the buds of flowers bloom into all sorts of vibrant colors and shapes. It was never too hot or too cold, the temperature just warm enough to start wearing short-sleeved tops and pretty sundresses. Most of all, it the was perfect time of year to make my beloved flower crowns.

Ever since I was little, I had always been obsessed with stringing together small wildflowers and dandelions I had plucked from my mother’s garden and creating a crown to decorate my head. Even after the plants dried out, I still kept my favorite ones. My boyfriend, Cliff, would take me for a drive every year, right around the time when all of the flowers were in full bloom so we could make each other flower crowns. Today, he woke me up bright and early so we could make our way to the wide field. It was always the prettiest in the early morning just as the sun rose when all of the dewdrops were still fresh on the ground.

“I love doing this with you, sweetheart.” He said to me as he drove, one of his hands firmly resting on my leg. The coolness of his silver rings against my skin made me shiver, but I didn’t mind; it was a sort of comforting feeling that I had gotten used to. I smiled warmly at him, admiring how the sun shone down on his red-brown hair with a golden glow. We’d been together for so long, and yet somehow I still felt like a lovestruck teenager whenever I looked at him for too long.

“Me too. It means a lot to me,” I told him, resting my hand on top of his. My gaze wandered towards the scenery outside the car, taking in the trees we would pass every now and then and all of the clouds in the blue sky. I could make out a few shapes within them; one of the bigger ones looked like a heart. I grinned to myself, looking down at the basket of string and charms at my feet. I couldn’t wait to make his crown, and the idea of what it would look like had already etched its way into my head.

❀

We were both sitting in the grass, a handful of flowers in each of our laps. We promised we wouldn’t look at the crowns we were making for each other, but it was so tempting to not look over his shoulder to see what kind of flowers he had picked for me. The anticipation of seeing the results was one of the parts of this that I enjoyed the most. My fingers tied a few roses to the string, adding blue and purple charms to the mix of color.

“Are you almost done?” I asked, my voice cutting through the blissful silence. I could hear the rustling of the trees in the distance, and the chirping of crickets as my eyes drifted towards Cliff. He smiled at me, shielding the small crown he had been working on from my eyes; I laughed out loud at the gesture.

“No! Don’t look, sweetheart. I’m almost done.” He chuckled, leaning over to place a kiss on my neck. His callused fingers continued to tie small knots into the string, binding his work together. The rising sun was shining against his rings, casting an almost shimmery glow over them. My eyes returned to the crown in my lap; all I had to do was tie a few more knots to ensure it wouldn’t fall apart. Just as I finished, Cliff stated he was ready to show me his creation.

“Okay, on the count of three, we both look.” I declared with a proud smile, closing my eyes as I placed the crown in his lap. I could hear him heartily laugh, and I could feel him placing his work in my hands. We both counted to three, opening our eyes in unison. His blue eyes widened as he took in the mix of red roses and purple tulips, mixed together with the charms I picked from our little basket. He looked at me with an expression of love and gratitude; I could feel my heart swelling the more I stared at him.

“It’s so beautiful. I love it,” he moved closer to me, wrapping a free arm around my waist and pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. My body slumped against his in a comfortable position, my back resting against his broad chest. He was warm, a familiar feeling that always seemed to comfort me no matter the situation. After a moment of looking at him, I fixed my gaze towards the crown he made for me.

It was gorgeous; he had picked an array of daisies, sunflowers, and bright orange lilies. The string looked like it had been braided, decorated with a few shiny charms. I gently placed it on my head, peering up at him as he did the same. The sun was fully risen now, brightening up the blue sky as the puffy clouds passed through the air. We both lain down on the grass, wrapped up in each other’s embrace and the pleasantly overwhelming feeling of love and affection. As I drifted off into a peaceful sleep, the last thing I felt was a tender kiss on my temple and a sweet murmur of ‘I love you’ in my ears.

A.N: This was so rushed omg…anyway I love writing for Cliff! I miss him so much. Thank you @waarmsalad for requesting this ilysm !!! 🤍

© musiclover84898

[mechznix]

Hii, its my first time requesting 😭😭 can you please make cliff burton fluff? like hes on tour and he misses you alot and when he comes back everything is just so cute and sweet :((

AWEEE I LOVE THIS OMG THIS IS TOO CUTE DHRUJTJTH

also sorry if this is short i’ve been busy :(

precious

warnings: fluff, lovey dovey cliff, kissing, just pure sweet love and affection

summary — your boyfriend comes home from tour and he’s practically head over heels for you, as well as super sweet and caring :3

i’m sitting on the kitchen barstool in my empty house with no one other than me in it. it’s been six months since cliff has been home and i’m eager to see him again. just as im thinking about him the phone rings.

i jump off of the stool and run to the kitchen counter, scrambling to pick up the phone.

“hello?” i say softly, hoping it’s who i think it is on the other line.

“hey beautiful, miss me?” says a familiar voice. my heart skips a beat and my face lightens up.

“hey baby i miss you so much! i can’t want to see you soon, it been forever..” i cheer. i feel butterflies in my stomach just from hearing his voice and his sweet talk, wether it’s talking about how well he played at the show or just how he misses me.

(time skip a week later!!)

today is the day cliff comes home from a six month tour. i’ve been patiently waiting for this day to come these long, excruciating months.

i plop down on the couch and stare at the front door. waiting for cliff to show up any second. i anxiously bounce my leg, so excited yet nervous to see him.

suddenly i hear keys unlocking the front door. i jump up off of the couch and sprint towards the door. my heart pounding in my chest. i whip the door open to see cliff with a big happy grin on his face.

he drops his bags and wraps his long arms around me. finally i get to feel his touch again, and especially his scent of faint cologne and a hint of weed.

“hey precious!” he says sweetly, moving his hands to my waist.

i love when he calls my precious. it’s a nickname he gave me about a year ago when we first started dating and hasn’t stopped calling me it since.

“i can’t believe you finally back“ i say in a love struck state. admiring him and his figure.

i look up at him with a smile on my face. he cups my face with his hands and bends down to kiss me. his lips are so soft and he’s passionate. my legs feel like jelly and my face hot.

finally we break from the kiss and he picks up his bags bringing them inside. i set two of them on the table then i feel a large hand grasp mine. he pulls me over to the couch sitting us both down. he wraps an arm around my waist and softly caresses my thigh.

“i missed you so much baby” he coos, pulling me closer. his hand still on my thigh. i lean my head onto his shoulder and grab his hand, locking it with mine. he gently rubs my hand with his thumb. i’m so in love with him.

[metallicaislife]

Cliff Burton Headcanons

A/N: bear with me, I tried to stay true to who he is as person, however I am a delusional 25 year old woman who is hopelessly in love with him 🫡

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

SFW Headcanons

He was quiet the first few times you met 

You thought he hated you because he wouldn’t talk to you other than a few words here and there

He was really just picking up on your vibes, he is a good judge of character and wants to surround himself with good natured people

When he deemed you a genuine good egg he started opening up and you were starting to see his true personality

Which was such a treat, getting to see him just be himself in the purest sense 

The two of you would become really good friends

You would hardly realize the transition from friends to more it was all just really natural

Like you two hung out a lot, then one day he asked you to hang out and it was just different, but not in a bad way

He took you out to eat at an all day breakfast diner

The music shop and let you pick out a couple cassettes and batted your hands away when you tried to pay for them

When you got back into his car, you were stewing on the thought and finally blurted out 

“Is this a date?”

“Yeah.” 

Homie was so nonchalant about it, but honestly you wouldn’t of wanted it any other way

After that the two of you were going steady

He isn’t overly affectionate in front of others, like they know you’re a couple but he isn’t all over you

He’ll hold your hand or have an arm slung around your shoulder or his hand on the small of your back

If the two of you are sitting down he’ll play with your hands, and he lets you do the same

In private though, he’s like a blanket

His 6’2 frame constantly draped over you

He likes to hold you too, but he is putty in your embrace

Like you’re laying on the couch and he is laying in between your legs with his head on your chest and you’re playing with his hair- he would live in this position if he could

Getting stoned constantly and just listening to music and cuddling

The way he looks at you…. Makes you melt every time, his eyes and facial expressions always hold such sincerity and adoration

“Stop looking at me like that, i’m going to combust”

“Like what?” he’ll ask with a slightly wicked grin on his face… homie knows exactly what he’s doing

As previously mentioned in another post, you don’t really know what you do that flusters him, but every once in a while you get a glimpse of it and it is the most precious thing ever!!!!! 

Usually he is stone faced, but every once in a while that slips and he gets the goofiest grin, and his ears will turn red!!!! He tries to hide them behind his hair but whenever you catch a glimpse it's just the cutest thing ever

He can be romantic, but he’s just like not- for example, the two of you were just sitting on his bed chilling out when he realized he loved you, and rather than making some sweet gesture and telling you, as soon as the thought came to his head he just blurted it out

You were like

“Heh?” 

“I love you” He shrugs like it’s just an obvious thing “you don’t have to say it back if you don’t feel that way yet. Just tell me when you do.” 🥹🥹

You’d have thought you told him he won the lottery when you said it back to him, that was one of the times you made his heart beat really hard

He puts his rings on you and they are loose but you wear ‘em around anyway until he buys you a skull ring in your size 

I could go on forever he is just so precious 😭😭💚

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[myfriendofmiseryyy]

Wish you were here

A tribute to Cliff burton ⚒️🎵

Chapter one,shine on you crazy diamond

February 10th 1985,cliffs birthday.

Waking up bright and early,I sneak out of bed to do the last preparations for cliffs birthday,we’ve been together for around a year and we moved in together around a month ago,it’s been nothing but bliss.

I begin to hum a tune “so,so you think you can tell,heaven from hell,blue skies from pain” wish you here by pink Floyd,although the nature of the song,its always reminded me of Cliff,one of our favourite things to do is play it on guitar together. And when he’s on tour,I often find myself singing it softly to him over the phone,while he plays it on guitar.

I’ve brought him the vinyl for his birthday,although he already has it,it’s scratched from years of playing.

I make him breakfast,his favourite,pancakes with extra syrup,as I feel him wrap his big arms around my back. “Where you go” he mumbles into my ear in that groggy morning voice that sends chills down my spine in the best way.

“Making you breakfast in bed,but since you’re already up” i chuckle kissing his bare shoulderblade

“Mhm thankyou sweets” Cliff mumbles sitting down and patting the seat next to him motioning me to sit next to him.

“Damn you went all out huh?” Cliff chuckles as he sees the presents on the table

“Just a little something for my favourite boy” I kiss his forehead sitting down.

“Just you is enough babe,you know that” Cliff kisses me deeply,tasting like the pancakes he’s just eaten. “Can’t get enough of you” he whispers softly

“Open your presents first mr” i chuckle

“Okay bossy boots,but just so you know,im most definitely saving the best present till last…and that is being between your legs for at least 2 hours” he winks

“Clifford!” I laugh and smack his shoulder playfully

“Ow” he playfully pouts,”you’re gonna have to kiss it better now”

I kiss his shoulder and bite it playfully “there! Big baby” I laugh

“All better” Cliff smirks and kisses my lips playfully.

“Which one first?” Cliff says looking at the presents

“It’s your birthday babe,your choice!” I chuckle

“Okay okay” Cliff takes a present from the pile,choosing the gift closet to him. He unwraps the paper carefully “omg no way!”

“Figured you haven’t got the latest release yet” I giggle

“I haven’t actually,this is awesome,thankyou sweetheart,you know me too well”. He says flipping through the pages of the first of many horror magazines I got him.

“This will take up all my time on tour” he chuckles kissing me softly on my cheek.

“Can I open another one” he asks

“You’re not a child Cliff,of course you can” I laugh

Cliff opens another present “a new Walkman! Thankyou baby!” Cliff hugs me from the side “I’ve wanted one for ages” he mumbles into my neck “I know” i chuckle and kiss his hairline “I love you so much” he says into my ear. “Love you too sweetheart”

Cliff proceeds to open another present, he gasps when he opens the small box,it’s a necklace,with a silver pendant in the shape of his signature bass guitar,engraved on the back is the words “we’re just to lost souls,swimming in a fish bowl,year after year” Cliff looks over at me with tears in his eyes

“This is the most beautiful present I’ve ever received baby girl,seriously”

“You deserve everything and more” I cuddle Cliff as he wipes a few tears from both our eyes “you’re my girl. Forever and always” Cliff whispers and kisses me deeply.

“Forever” I whisper back

“Got you something else too” I say softly

“Oh baby you are really spoiling me” Cliff chuckles as stand up to find the vinyl I got him

“Here,I know it’s only small but yours doesn’t even play anymore because of how scratched it is” I chuckle

“No way! Thankyou babe,I’ll put it on right now! Cliff pads across the living room to put the vinyl on.

As the first notes to “shine on you crazy diamond” comes through the speakers Cliff takes me in his arms “I love you more than anything,you are my entire existence baby,I love you more than the band,music…my bass,everything” he whispers in my ear as we slowly sway to the sound of pink Floyd echoing through the house.

“Imma fucking marry you some day” he whispers “ just you wait”

After a while of holding each other,we sit down on the couch again,”wanna play our song? Birthday treat” Cliff grins

“Birthday treat.” I agree as Cliff gets our guitars out.

“You better sing too,it’s my birthday in the end” Cliff winks playfully

“Considering it’s your birthday,I guess I could sing it…” I chuckle as I play the opening riff

“You’re so beautiful” Cliff whispers as he waits for the lead part to kick in.

I take a deep breath and play the opening chords,it almost being second nature to me at this point,after two run throughs Cliff joins in too.

“So,so you think you can tell

Heaven from hell,blue skies from pain?…

Can you tell a green field,from a cold steel rail…

A smile from a veil?do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade,your heroes for ghosts

Hot ashes for trees,hot air for a cool breeze.

Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange

A walk-on part in the war,for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish,how I wish you were here,

We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,year after year.

Running over the same old ground,and how we found the old fears,wish you were here…

We finish the song with tears in our eyes,looking at each other with ever lasting love,and compassion for each other,”we always compliment each other so well” Cliff says emotionally,”I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather spend my life with” he puts his guitar down and the same time as me and we meet in a passion but love filled kiss,his arms wrapping around me as he takes me to bed,the love and desire he has for me so raw and clear to see.

I couldn’t imagine a life without him,and I don’t want ever lose what we have. And yeah,I’m making sure I become his wife some day.

If you made it this far,thankyou🥲 this my first long fic in a longggg time,and I’m making a part two (will be very very sad) I just love Cliff and pink Floyd so much,so I decided to combine the two,came up with this listening to wish you were here and I shed a few tears writing it,hope you enjoy ❤️❤️

[aishnico]

#𝘾𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙁 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙊𝙉: 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

» summary: spending valentine’s day with your beloved one while listening the vinyl he bought for you

» word count: 1.2k

» warnings: major fluff to angst with no happy ending, grammar issues

"hey babe! i have a surprise for you," you called happily while approaching him with a small box.

"oh? is that my late birthday gift?" he asked playfully.

you rolled your eyes. "babe, you know i didn't forget your birthday. indeed, i was the first one to celebrate you."

"yeah, because we live in the same house." he got more playful.

"ugh... i just wanted to connect your birthday with today. i'm not that rich, you know. so i bought only one thing for these two days."

"hey..." he said while taking the small box away from you and putting it on the coffee table. "i'm just messing with you. you don't know how much i appreciate all the things you do for me. i love you and you only. i'm so lucky to have you." he now trapped you between his arms. he was smelling mix of cigarettes and your favorite cologne of his.

"i love you too cliffy. so, so much. and i think we are both lucky to have each other." you looked up to him and met with his sweet smile. he kissed your forehead and then gently pulled you away.

"i have a surprise for you too. wait here." while leaving the living room. making you feel excited.

after a couple of minutes, he returned with a brown paper bag. he then sat next to you.

"first, open yours." you said while grinning. he nodded and took the box from the table and started to open it.

"it's kinda heavy. babe..?" he looked at the thing inside the box. it was a bass pedal he had been looking for a while.

"babe!" he put away it and then hugged you tightly. "you don't know how much i needed this, thank you so much!" he said while hugging you tighter.

you were working hard on your job to buy this. you didn't tell him, but he already knew that. it was the best gift for both his birthday and for valentine's day.

"cliff, babe, i can't breathe-" he finally let you go but the grin on his face didn't.

"now open yours."

you took the paper bag to your lap and took out what was inside of it.

holy shit...

it was pink floyd's wish you were here vinyl.

and it was from the 1975 edition. even so, the cover of it was looking new.

you couldn't help but gasp loudly. he knew this was your favourite album of them. whenever y'all go to vinyl shops you would look for this.

"cliff, babe-"

"shh," he said while taking the vinyl from you and opening the cover of the record player. he then carefully placed the vinyl on it and placed the needle. seconds later, you heard the intro of shine on you crazy diamond. the vinyl sounded so clearly. he really did find the best for you.

you then snuggled each other. him resting his head on your head while you rest yours on his chest.

"you know, this is not the best album to listen to on valentine's day."

"then why did you place it there?"

"just wanted to make you happy."

"well then, let's just relax a little. then i promise to listen with you to motorhead, sabbath, misfits, or whatever you want."

"i'd like that." he said happily before dozing off on you. you joined him minutes later.

you both woke up at the beginning of wish you were here. looking at each other sweetly. he then suddenly got up and reached out to you. you gave him your hand not knowing what's he planning.

he dragged you a few steps from the couch. placing his arm to your waist and other is pulling your arm up. you smiled at him while placing your free hand behind his neck. burying your face in his chest.

so, so you think you can tell

heaven from hell?

blue skies from pain?

can you tell a green field

from a cold steel rain?

a smile from a veil?

do you think you can tell?

"clearly this is also not the best song to listen to on valentines day." you said breathing in his presence. your voice sounded sad. knowing the story behind this song.

"yeah... hey, what's wrong?" he asked and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"i don't know about the other songs but, this song and shine on you crazy diamond were written to group's old band made, to the soul of the group, syd. listening to it now reminds me of him." you paused. "oh, sorry... today is supposed to be our day."

"well, i'm sorry for him, for them. i know this is not going to help but, if you don't pay attention to the lyrics, it sounds like a song to slow dancing with your partner."

you smiled. "you're right though." buried your face further on him.

how i wish, how i wish you were here

we're just two lost souls

swimming in a fishbowl

year after year

"you can't even imagine how much i love you cliff. i always gonna love you, i always gonna support you. as long as you let me, i always gonna be by your side. even if we break up in the future, i'll always wish you and to band the best."

"bold of you to assume that we're going to break up in the future." now both of his hands were on your waist. leaning his head on yours. "i swear to you, i'll never leave you and let you leave from my life. you're all i want, all i need. i love you, more than you'll ever know."

tears were continuously falling from your eyes. he gently pressed his hands on your cheeks and wiped them away with his thumbs.

"hey now, i didn't say all of this just to make you cry." he smiled at you and gently pressed his lips against yours. it was a sensual kiss. after a couple of minutes, you pulled away slowly, smiling at him.

when the last song ended he took out the vinyl carefully and placed it back to its cover.

"don't forget, only death can separate us. i promise." he said and grinned before he went to place the new vinyl on the shelf and pick the vinyl he wanted.

— october, 1986

he really kept his promise.

you didn't know when you finally accepted this to yourself.

you didn't even know if you could visit him, did you really have that strength? could your heart endure?

endless telephone calls, visits from your beloved ones, the newspapers... all of these made you weaker and weaker.

but you had to. you had to fly there and tell things you wanted to say. you had to be strong for his family, you had to be by their side. you had to support the band emotionally like they've supported you.

you finally got up from your couch, went to the bathroom to wash your messy face. after taking a deep breath you started to look for plane tickets to sweden.

running over the same old ground

what have we found?

the same old fears

wish you were here

[r0syr3a]

Surprise Surprise

Pairing: Cliff Burton x Reader

Modern AU

Genre: Fluff to Suggestive

Warnings: Swearing and physical touch

Word Count: 459

Somehow you managed to do this. You somehow managed to completely surprise Cliff on tour for his birthday. It took a lot of planning with James and Kirk and those two making sure that Lars kept his mouth shut.

But, here you were, outside the venue and waiting for James to come get you while Kirk was secretly setting up and Lars kept Cliff busy. James opened the door and motioned for you to come inside, you quickly ran inside. He gave you a hug once the door shut. "Missed you, Jamie." You said as you pulled away. "Missed you most. Think we all did." James laughed as he started leading you to the dressing room.

"I don't think that's true but if you say so."

You walked into the room to see Kirk with all the food. "Fucking help you, dickheads." You and James quickly walked over to Kirk and helped him place some of the boxes of pizza down on the prepared tables while James' phone started buzzing.

"Shit shit shit, hurry up! Cliff is on his way! Lars couldn't hold him anymore!" James quietly yelled.

"FUCK." You placed down the last box before going and hiding behind the door. James and Kirk placed everything else down on the tables before Cliff walked in, Lars following behind.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JACKASS!" The three boys yelled at Cliff and he smiled as he wrapped them into a small group hug. "Thanks, guys. I appreciate it." He walked and looked at all the tables as you started to walk from behind the door. You walked slowly to try and be as quiet as you can. Once you reached to right him, you tapped his shoulder.

"Happy Birthday, Cliff."

He slowly turned around at your voice. "Y/N?" His voice was soft as he looked at you.

"Oh my fucking god." He immediately pulled you into a hug and held you close. "My baby is finally with me again." He whispered into your hair.

"I missed you so much, Cliffy." You said before leaning up into a kiss.

"EW!" Lars yelled before before James pulled him out of the room. "You two catch up, we'll be back later." James winked at you two before walking out with Lars and Kirk.

"You have no idea how much convincing and work it took to make the boys do this for me." You giggled before pulling away from the hug. "We got your favorite pizzas and your favorite drinks, and I called your hotel so that you can have pancakes in the morning."

"You know me so well." Cliff wrapped his arms around your waist. "But what about my favorite thing ever?"

"And what is that?"

"My beautiful girl." He said with a smirk.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hugs and Warmth💕

On a rainy day, you feel a little needy and ask Cliff for a hug, leading to a sweet, heartwarming moment wrapped in love.

________________________________________________________

The rain tapped gently against the window, creating a soothing rhythm that filled our cozy living room. The dim light from the table lamp cast a warm glow, making everything feel inviting and snug. I curled up on the couch, a steaming mug of hot cocoa cradled in my hands, the rich aroma of chocolate mingling with the sweet scent of cinnamon candles flickering on the coffee table.

I glanced over at Cliff, who sat at the other end of the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table and a book resting on his lap. He looked so relaxed, lost in the pages, but I felt a flutter of need in my chest. The rain outside made everything feel cozier, yet I longed for a different kind of warmth.

Setting my mug down, I grabbed the thick, soft blanket draped over the back of the couch and wrapped it around myself like a cocoon. With a playful smile, I scooted closer to him, my heart racing with anticipation.

“Cliff,” I called softly, my voice taking on a teasing lilt.

He looked up, a grin breaking through his concentration. “Yeah?”

“Do you think... Maybe you could give me a hug?” I asked, batting my eyelashes playfully. “I mean, this blanket is nice, but it’s seriously lacking some warmth from my favorite cuddle buddy.”

He chuckled, setting the book aside. “Your favorite cuddle buddy, huh? How can I resist that?”

I grinned, my excitement bubbling over as he shifted closer. In one smooth motion, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly against his chest, enveloping us both in the warm blanket. I snuggled in closer, burying my face in his shoulder.

“See? This is much better,” I sighed contentedly, closing my eyes.

“Much better,” he echoed, and I could feel his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek.

Feeling bold, I squeezed him tighter, wanting to absorb all his warmth. “You know,” I said, looking up at him with a playful pout, “I think I’m going to need a hug every day. It’s a necessity.”

Cliff  smiled down at me, his blue eyes sparkling. “Every day? That sounds like quite the commitment.”

I nodded, my voice serious yet playful. “Yep! You can call it my daily dose of Cliff hugs. It’s for my health, really.”

“Now, how could I argue with that?” he teased, leaning down to press a soft kiss on my forehead. “I guess I’ll have to take my responsibilities seriously.”

With that, I leaned up and planted a quick kiss on his cheek, my lips lingering for just a moment. “And when I’m feeling extra needy, I might just ask for more than one hug.”

He chuckled, his expression softening. “Well, how could I resist such an adorable request?” He then placed gentle kisses on my cheeks, one after the other, making me giggle.

“You're so adorable,” he said, his voice playful and full of affection. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

I buried my face in his chest, a warm blush creeping up my cheeks. “You make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside,” I admitted, squeezing him tightly once more.

“Good,” he replied, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close. “That’s exactly how it should be.”

We settled into a comfortable silence, the rain outside becoming a soothing backdrop to our little world. The closeness felt so perfect, so right, and I could hardly believe how lucky I was to have him by my side.

“I’m really glad you asked for that hug,” Cliff said after a moment, his voice soft and sincere.

“Me too,” I whispered, tilting my head to meet his gaze, feeling the warmth of his love wash over me. “Can we stay like this forever?”

“Absolutely,” he promised, his voice filled with warmth. “Just you, me, and all the hugs we can manage.”

With that, we snuggled deeper into the blanket, the world outside fading away as we found solace in each other’s arms. The rain continued to fall, but inside, we were wrapped in warmth—both from the blanket and the love we shared.

[w0niecult]

I've been on pinterest can't you tell

I just wanna hug cliff so bad, he looks so huggable but he also looks like if I asked him if u could hug he would laugh in my face (not that I would mind ofc)

NOOOOO, CLIFF IS SUCH A SWEETHEART🥹🫶he would absolutely hug you. are you kidding me???

baby. (He’s grown but he’s baby yk??)

[mustainegf]

maybe hc's on like what nicknames the met boys would use for u ?? orr like their love languages/ how they show affection or something..

AWWWW THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVED DOING THIS ONE

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐂’𝐬

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐓

𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

- "Sweetheart"

- "Darling"

- "Love"

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒

Acts of Service: Kirk has a special place in his heart for doing small things for you. Whether making you breakfast in bed, helping you with stuff around the house, or even planning things when you’re stressed

Quality Time: kirk loves the quality time with you. It could be walking down the street, hanging out at home on a quiet evening or sharing stories over dinner

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

- "Baby"

- "Honey"

- "Angel"

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒

Words of Affirmation: James can never stop telling you how much he cares about you and will definitely leave you sweet notes and little doodles, leave tender voicemails for you on nights on tour when he can’t see you, and reassure you time after time about his love.

Physical Touch: James very much prefers holding hands, hugging, and cuddling with you. It doesn’t matter where you two are or who you’re with, he’s always got a hand on you

𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐔𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇

𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

- "babe"

- "Sweetie"

- "honey"

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒

Quality Time: Lars always spends time alone with you. He loves deep conversations and just be with you. For him, being around you, makes his stress levels go down.

Acts of Service: he shows love through acts of service. He can spring a surprise on you by doing chores or running some errands, or even plan special date. He’d call you an hour in advance and tell you to get ready and put on her favourite dress. An hour later, he’d be on your doorstep in a white dress shirt and holding a rose out to you

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃

𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

- "Sunshine"

- "Beautiful"

- "My Love"

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒

Gift Giving: Jason is into surprising you with gifts that let you know he has been thinking of you. It could be something as beautiful as jewelry, that book he knew you'll end up loving, or just something meaningful he came across on tour.

Physical Touch: Jason is very tactile and it shows a lot through touch. He is always holding your hand, giving you hugs, and snuggling up close, even if the guys make fun of him for it

𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍

𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒

- "Love"

- "Sweetheart"

- "Darlin'"

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒

Quality Time: Cliff is the kind of guy who appreciates every second he spends with you; he wants to take you to the record shop, share his favorite music with you, and generally just be with you and hear you talk.

Acts of Service: There's nothing Cliff likes more than doing little things to make life easier for you. Fixing something around the house, cooking you a meal, taking care of you when you’re sick

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Metallica Masterlist

Masterlist

James Hetfield:

That'll Do It

Don't Stop

Boot Riding

Smutty Headcanons

Secrets in Love

Lunch Break

Stress Relief

Pool Float

Party Favor

Insecure Reader

Somnophilia

Hallway Madness

Bed Buddies

Squirting

Ulrich!reader

Reproductive Perversion

Not your dad but definitely your daddy

Lars Ulrich:

Godmorgen

Submissive Lars

Kirk Hammett:

Cliff Burton:

Holding Hands

He's Still playing

Jason Newsted:

Switching Positions

First Time Together

Robert Trijillo:

[bubbledtee]

I have been thinking about modern Cliff just being high all the time 😭

His practicing bass guitar? he’s high

Playing video games? While his high

Doing anything? His probably stoned. LOL obviously that isn’t all he does but like a good 60% of the time that man is ripped.

But he would be such a good boyfriend:( lord I have so many thoughts

-🧁

he’d smoke so much. both weed and cigarettes. also i feel like he’d be the type to diss people who vape because “if you’re gonna fuck up your lungs, at least do it right.”

he’d be high quite a lot though definitely

and yes he is such a good boyfriend :( he treats you so well and always texts you goodmorning and goodnight. he’s just so perfect i’m gonna scream

[vinyldreamsfuckup]

So High School

A: this was a random thing I came up with. I hope it’s cute

Warnings: fluff, drinking, smoking weed, smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, Kirk x fem

You and Kirk had been together since your sophomore year of high school. You were both the "weird" kids in high school. So when you got sat next to each other in third period history it almost felt like fate. You talked to each other nearly everyday since then. You always loved how much Kirk loved his comic books and horror movies. You could listen to him go on and on for hours and never get bored of him talking. You’d been in love with him since the moment you met him. When he joined Metallica you quickly became friends with all of the guys. You’d loved watching him play and being around him. There was simply just nothing better than being with him.

Though, one thing you never did was go to prom. It felt stupid and it seemed like a dumb thing to think about, but when you looked back at pictures from high school you’d always wished you had a picture in some stupid dress standing next to him. He knew this. He hated high school dances and didn’t really care, but he knew it was important to you, so when he surprised you with a “prom” at your old high school you were over the moon. It was just you, Kirk, James, Cliff, and Lars but it was going to be perfect regardless. Because you had him.

You wore a long, mint green, satin dress. It was a corset like dress that helped extenuate your body while still trying to look nice. There were laces up the back that showed your freshly tanned skin. Kirk wore a white shirt that was only halfway buttoned and black jeans with his black converse. He never cared for school dances in high school but he knew this was important to you and he wanted to do this to surprise you. So if you could only get jeans and a nice shirt then you’d take it. It being mostly unbuttoned was just a plus. You were standing in your backyard waiting for him to walk out with your corsage.

"You look beautiful," Kirk said as he walked out of the house. A smile spread across your face.

"Thank you, baby. You don't look too bad yourself," You giggled. Kirk chuckled and grabbed the corsage and wrapped it on your wrist. James and Lars giggled as they were snapping picture after picture as the two of you got ready. Kirk leaned in, his lips touching your ear.

"We should just ditch the whole thing. I can take you to the hotel and we can have a good time," Kirk whispered. You playfully hit his shoulder.

"Pose for the damn picture," You laughed out. He rolled his eyes and put his hand around your waist and looked at the camera. The two of you smiled taking a couple nice pictures before you both broke out into silly faces. Kirk ushered me to his car and we got in.

"You sure you wanna go to the dance and not just back to the hotel?" Kirk asked as he started the car. You laughed.

"I'm sure. Now lets go try to have a good time," You responded.

That's what the two of you did. You went and danced and ate some food. You both drank and smoked weed, getting undeniably high as fuck. You talked all night long, not even worrying about anything else. James, Lars, and Cliff all brought random girls to keep them company. They were all dressed up and getting shitfaced. You couldn’t help but smile at how sweet the whole thing was, but mostly you were just focused on Kirk and how happy he made you. You grabbed his hand and lead him out into the hallway and to your old locker. He pushed you against them just like he used to and connected your lips in a feverish kiss. The taste of weed and beer still on his you.

“Can we go back to the hotel now?” Kirk mumbled against your lips, his hand traveled up the strings of your dress, grazing the skin.

“Mhm…” You mumbled back with a nod. Kirk smiled and lifted you up bridal style before running back toward his car. You giggled as he ran.

You quickly arrived at the hotel and he lead you into the room and sat you on the edge of the bed. Your heart was full everything feeling so heightened. You two had sex all the time but for some reason this felt so much more intimate. He sat next to you on the bed and carefully undid the ties of your dress. He helped you out of it before pressing his lips to yours.

“You’re beautiful,” Kirk breathed out as he pushed you down on the bed. He trailed kisses down your chest and torso. His hands hooked around the lace of your thong before carefully pulling it off. A small groan left his lips as he stared at you, “so beautiful.”

He gently kissed down your thigh before settling between your legs. He licked between your folds groaning as he did so. Your hand tangled in his hair as a moan left your lips. He started to fuck you with his tongue, his thumb rolling against your clit.

“Fuck…Kirk…” You moaned out as your hand tangled into his hair. Kirk’s tongue quickly pumped in lapping up every last molecule. He groaned as he moved feeling you spasm beneath him.

“You’re so good,” Kirk mumbled, “So wet. So good.”

Your hips bucked against his tongue. He pressed your waist down on the bed and started to move his tongue quickly. His thumb spreading up against your clit. You were soon moaning out and finishing all over his tongue. He licked up your slick before standing up.

Your hands went to his shirt and quickly undid the rest of the buttons while he pulled himself out of his jeans. He was now standing in front of you naked, his dick standing tall and ready for you. He quickly pushed into you a loud moan leaving your lips as you adjusted.

“You’re so beautiful.” He groaned, “you’re so fucking wet.”

His hips started to rock and long moans left your mouth. Your hands gripped his back and your nails slowly raked down his back. He moaned out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He slowly picked up his pace ramming into you harder. He picked up your thigh and he lit by his stomach adjusting the angle. He fell in deeper hitting every spot perfectly.

“Kirk…oh my god,” you moaned out.

“That’s it, baby,” Kirk breathed out. He moved slightly faster.

“Don’t stop. That’s it. Yes…” you moaned out. He nodded and kept his pace ramming into you over and over. Your body started to shake and you loudly came, his name falling from your mouth

“Fuck…” Kirk groaned out. His hips still moving quickly chasing his orgasm. Your moans turned into loud whimpers as he kept going. Overstimulated and sensitive as he kept moving against you.

“Come on baby,” you whined. His head fell back and a loud moan left his mouth. He pulled out and came all over your stomach.

“Fuck…” Kirk said breathlessly. You nodded in agreement.

“Was this a good prom night?” Kirk chuckled out as he pulled away for a moment.

You nodded and smiled, “wouldn’t imagine it any other way, my love.”

[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