#cliff burton imagines

[mustainegf]

Unexpected pregnancy with one of the Metallica boys, and reader is terrified he's going to dump her when he finds out bc rockstar life doesn't mesh well with family man life usually but he's happy and reassures her he's sticking by her side no matter what. Any era is fine. ❤️

I LOOOVVVVEEE STUFF LIKE THISS—you know me, I couldn’t just pick one, so I did kirk, James & cliff

I’m a sucker for baby stuff, so let me know if you guys want a part of them with their baby :P

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐊 ¹⁹⁹⁵

I stood outside the door to Kirk’s dressing room, my heart rapping so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest and splatter onto the door ahead of me. I clutched the small, white stick in my hand, the two pink lines glaring up at me.

I had rehearsed what I wanted to say a hundred times in my head, but now, in the moment, the words seemed to slip away.

I'm pregnant.

Finally, I took a deep breath and knocked softly. "Kirk? Can I come in?" I sked, tucking the pregnancy test up into my sleeve.

"Sure, babe," he called out. His voice was sweet as always, like buttermilk. When I stepped inside, he looked up from his guitar and grinned from ear to ear. "Hey, what's up? I missed you."

I tried to smile back, but I could feel my face giving me away. I stepped over to him, taking his hands in mine and leading him to sit on the couch. He looked at me with an almost bewildered expression, incredibly confused by my actions.

"Kirk, there's something I need to tell you," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "And it's really important."

He furrowed his brow, the smile fading from his face. "What is it? You're freaking me out." he giggles awkwardly, trying to take off some of the pressure.

I took a deep breath and held up the pregnancy test. "I'm pregnant."

For a while, there was complete silence.

Kirk stared at the test in my hand, his eyes unbelievably wide. My heart sank, and I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. What if he didn't want this? What if he—

Before I could spiral any further, I saw his eyes fill with tears. He slouched from the couch and dropped to his knees in front of me, clutching my hands tightly.

"You're… pregnant?" he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm going to be a dad?"

I nodded, tears streaming down my cheeks now. "Yes, Kirk. We’re going to have a baby."

And then, to my astonishment, he started to cry. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pressing his face into my stomach, his shoulders shaking with sobs. I could feel his tears soaking through my shirt.

"Oh my God," he said, looking up at me with a beaming smile through his tears. "This is the best thing you've ever told me."

I laughed through my own tears, overwhelmed by the intensity of his joy. I ran my fingers through his long hair. "I was so scared you'd be upset," I admitted in a whisper.

"Upset?" He stood up and cupped my face in his hands, kissing me deeply. "I’ve never been happier in my life."

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ¹⁹⁸⁸

I stood in the tiny bathroom, staring at the positive pregnancy test in my hand. The noise from the concert outside was deafening, but all I could hear was the thundering of my own heartbeat. How was I going to tell James? He was a rockstar, living the wild life. Would he even want to settle down? Ever?

It was scary, trembling in the bathroom alone, staring at the evidence of James' baby growing inside me, all while he thrashed around on stage, none the wiser.

My hands were practically vibrating as I walked backstage. James was there, shirtless and sweaty, coming down from the high of performing. He grinned when he saw me, pulling me into a bear hug. He did this a lot.

"Hey, babe! Did you see the crowd tonight? They were insane!"

"Yeah," I said weakly, trying to muster a smile. "They were pretty crazy."

He instantly could tell something was off. His smile drooped, and he quirked a brow at me with worry. "What’s wrong? You're pale, honey."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "James, there's something serious I need to tell you."

His eyes narrowed, and he took my hands in his. "Okay, shoot. I'm right here."

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out, unable to hold it in any longer. "I just found out, and I… I don’t know what to do. I’m so scared, James."

For a millisecond, he just stared at me. Then, to my complete shock, a huge grin wiped across his face. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, pulling me up around him and spinning. "That’s fucking amazing!"

I blinked, taken aback. "You're… happy?"

"Happy?" He pulled back to look at me, his eyes shining with excitement. "Honey, I'm fucking ecstatic! We're having a baby! Can you believe that?"

He placed his hand gently on my tummy, his eyes softening to an extent I'd never seen. "Hey there, little guy," he said softly.

Tears filled my eyes, and I let out a chuckle of pure relief. "I was so scared," I confessed.

"Baby, this is the best news ever!" He kissed me again, his hands never leaving my stomach.

𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐅 ¹⁹⁸⁵

I sat on the edge of the bed, the pregnancy test clutched in my hand. My heart was pounding against my ribs, and I felt like I might be sick. How was I going to tell Cliff? He was so calm and sweet, but this was huge. Surely he didn’t want this?

When Cliff walked into the room, he immediately noticed my distressed face. "Hey, what’s wrong, love?" he asked, concern lacing his buttery words.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Cliff, I..."

He took my hands in his, squeezing them gently. "Whatever it is, we’ll do it together. Tell me what's happening, sweetheart."

"I’m pregnant," I choked out, my voice barely heard over my quiet cries. "I just found out, and... and I’m s-so scared, Cliff. I don’t know what to do."

For a moment, he just stared at me, a small frown on his face. "Are you serious?" he asked, his voice soft and uncertain.

"Yes," I said, tears building up in my eyes. "I’m really scared, Cliff. I don’t want to lose you."

Cliffs tense face calmed, and he pulled me into a gentle hug. "Hey, hey," he murmured, rubbing my back. His long, slender fingers were warm and firm. "Don’t cry. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere."

I buried my face in his chest, sobbing. "I thought you didn't want this."

He pulled back slightly, cupping my face in his hands. "I want this more than anything," he said softly. "I could never leave you, let alone you and our baby."

His words comforted me so immensely. Something I hadn’t felt since I saw the positive test. "You’re not mad? O-or upset?" I asked, desperately needing to hear it again.

"Mad?" He chuckled, shaking his head. "My love, how could I be mad at my beautiful, pregnant girlfriend?"

He kissed me gently, his hands resting on my still-flat stomach. "I love you," he whispered against my lips. "And I love our baby. We’re going to be just fine."

[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.

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

You Make Loving Fun ✍︎ Cliff Burton

for @metallicaislife ♡ for whom (the bell tolls) i love endlessly

Worn out cotton tickles the tip of your nose as you twist your body to hug the pillow beneath you, the furrow between your eyebrows concaving into a deep and temporary divot as you blindly shove your face into the pillowcase and groan out a halfhearted protest. The sun beams down on and in through the aged and crooked blinds, and you grimace as you feel the slight tinge of sweat culminate on the skin of your left arm and shoulder blade.

You exhale out a sigh of relief as you untangle a limb and use it to toss the embroidered and heavy blanket off of your upper half, and a smile twitches itself onto your yawning lips, as the faint and barely-there scent of your boyfriend's herbs and stale cigarette smoke wafts and dances its way up to you from the movement of the fabric.

You sluggishly sit up and immediately make eye contact with the most recent picture that was taken of Cliff and sent your way, via mail, and a deep sense of yearning and excited anxiety fills you to the brim as you take in the sight. In the photo you kept in safe keeping, your boyfriend can be seen grinning down at a letter you wrote only a few days prior, the delicate skin around his eyes stretching and wrinkling with glee as he takes in your adoration-filled words. Your fingers grip onto the fabric of his shirt surrounding you as you embrace the flutter that creates dormancy in your chest. You blink back the sting that starts behind your eyelids as you think of your partner, before turning your attention elsewhere, suddenly needing a distraction from the onslaught of emotions trying to overwhelm you so early in the morning.

The smile that once teased your lips comes back to, you unable to fight back the amusement you feel as soon as the sticker on the postcard to your left comes into view, as you turn your head away from the polaroid thumbtacked on the wall opposite of the bed.

'Metallica up your ass!' stares back up at you in an overused and obnoxious font, the beginning and ending of the band's logo's letters turning into plungers and bleeding their way down the paper in front of you in a muddy and russet brown color.

The heart beating inside of your chest pauses, and then sporadically beats as your partially numb fingertips run their way over the smudged and messy ink on the bottom of the postcard, your arms feeling like lead as they slowly wake themselves up.

Soon, is the only word scrawled on the dilapidated piece of paper, and you caress your bottom lip with the tip of your tongue as you take in a deep and unsteady breath. Biting back a wince as your uncovered and bare feet make contact with the chilled hardwood floor underneath you as you begin to stand up, your amused smile relaxes itself into a small grin as you make your way down into another room of the shared living space. Old group posters absorb themselves into the chipped, yellow paint of the hallway's walls and vinyl's haphazardly rest on uneven and homemade shelves, the sight greeting you warmly as you tiredly stumble through the small living room area and into the dimly lit kitchen.

You temporarily flutter your eyes shut as the coffee machine buzzes and vibrates to life against the scratched marble counter you lean against with your cocked hip, the sound comforting and grounding as you slowly begin to come to full consciousness. The tips of your nails tap against the hardened material of your favorite mug with a familiar beat, and your chest heaves in a silent laugh as you acknowledge the original source.

"Two hours, two hours." You murmur out into the chilled air, your eyes finally opening back up and making their way upward to stare up at the clock above the refrigerator. Your palm reddens as you press it against your now filled and warmed up coffee mug and you hum in contentment, before pushing yourself off of the countertop with your free elbow and making your way back toward the bedroom once again.

Reaching out to entangle your fingers in the multitude of band and long sleeve t-shirts Cliff left behind as you make your way past your guys' closet, you swallow a large gulp of the caffeinated drink and glance at the outfit you already have placed out and folded on top of a chair, on the outskirts of the bedroom. Anticipation enraptures you as you pitter over to the dress, and you mirthfully grin to yourself and against the heat emanating from your coffee as you picture his reaction to the ensemble. You already know what your reaction to seeing him again will be like, somewhat already familiarized with the sense of longing that comes with the partially long-distance relationship the two of you were in. But you hope the letter you wrote last night and the effort you put in to surprising him will show him how much you truly care for him, love him. And you also, maybe, want to floor him on his ass just a little bit. Lovingly, of course.

✉

Fleetwood Mac harmonizes out of the record player and into the frenzied air of the dining room as you run your way around the small apartment, the mirth and confidence you felt earlier being shoved back and away and replaced with exerted exhaustion. You let out a puff of air and bite back a giggle as it sways the hair resting against the crown of your head and your temples. You lean back and rest against the wall connecting the two nearest rooms and wipe the sudsy water off of the palms of your hands, the caffeine in your system now completely gone after the last hour and a half of cooking and getting yourself ready. You freeze in place at an unexpected and too-early sound coming from the front door only a few feet away from you; the grip you have on the apron you're trying to remove slipping as you suddenly hear a key slide into the deadbolt.

"Oh shit." You whisper, before hurriedly yanking the stained protectant off and tossing it over and onto the sofa, the doorknob now being twisted and pushed on with impatient haste.

You place your hands behind your back and wrap them around the opposite wrist, your stomach sucking in densely with a heavy inhalation as you ready yourself for the sight of your boyfriend. The heart in your chest begins to thunder and catapult as he shoves his way in, his arms weighed down by multiple duffle bags and heavy carry on's. Cliff visibly deflates as soon as you come into view, the annoyed expression on his facial features crumbling and his eyes widening with anew light. Before either one of you could utter out a single word, your feet begin to move on their own accord, and your arms encircle themselves around his broad shoulders as you guide him down into an abrupt embrace. Cliff lets out a surprised grunt as you make harsh contact with him, and he carefully allows his bags to thud against the welcoming rug as soon as he's sure your feet are in the clear and a safe distance away. Cliff gently guides you backwards and further into the warmth of the lived in space, his right and booted foot blindly kicking the door behind him closed as he wholly and intentionally focuses in on you.

"Hi, sweetheart." He coos out, his eyebrows raising in muted amusement as he feels you shake against him with poorly hidden tremors. His hand dips down to your lower back to rub soothing and placating circles in the intimate and sensitive skin, causing you to take in a deep breath of his scent and sigh out, feeling immense exasperated relief as he temporarily brings his body closer to yours.

"Where's the funeral?" Cliff muses, gently unwrapping your arms from around him and shuffling you until you're at an arm's length of distance. Large and warm calloused hands cup your cheeks as tears stream down from your eyes, and you let out a sound of embarrassment as soon as you look up at him and make bashful eye contact.

"I had the whole day planned out, and I swore to myself I wouldn't cry." You admit, an unfightable smile breaking through and ending the waterwork of tears as your boyfriend's warm and soft laughter fills the room around you two. "If a reunion between us doesn't start with you crying as soon as you see me, then you didn't miss me all that much." You raise an arm to playfully collide it with his arm but pause as you get lost in the way he looks down at you. Warmth spreads through you as Cliff caresses your cheeks and bends down to meet you halfway, his lips feeling more homelike than the apartment the two or you share.

The music playing from a room away bleeds into a cacophony of static and gentle white noise as he delicately breathes out against you and his stubble brushes against your cupid's bow. The hand you have paused and already raised goes to wrap around his wrist instead, and you let out a sigh of fulfillment as you feel his steady and thrumming heartbeat underneath your slightly trembling fingertips. The hand you aren't holding on to slides down and grips onto the back of your neck and onto your nape, the firm grasp making you melt into the embrace and fully relax. The never-ending worrying of his health and safety and if he'll make it home all in one piece finally stops and you nearly slump in overwhelming consolation, before letting out a whine as he pulls away and disconnects his lips from yours.

Cliff smiles widely, his eyes doing that endearing squint that you love so much as he takes in your appearance, inch by inch. Heat bleeds from the apples of your cheeks down to your chest, and you're close to shying away before he speaks up and begins his praise. "And look at you, my love, all dressed up for me." You let out a gentle bout of laughter as his hand glides to yours and raises to spin you in a dramatic and slow circle.

"And only for you," you reassure him in a quiet tone, your blush becoming a bright red hue as his eyes slightly darken at your affirmation. "Who takes care of me, no matter how far away he may be," Cliff quickly clears his throat and looks away as he starts to flush, only glancing over at you to playfully glare as you let out a sound of amused enjoyment. "Go and take your jacket and your shoes off for me, big boy. I made us dinner."

You watch as your boyfriend seems to physically shake his head to get out of his own stupor, and you bite onto the tip of your thumb as a wide grin sores your cheeks. You quickly turn around and slide the envelope underneath his tablecloth before he could see it and make your way over to your chair. You look up amid filling up both of your plates as you hear a throat clear itself and a zipper shudder to a close, and your lips gape open in surprise as you're greeted with your partner holding out a bouquet of flowers to you. Pink roses are hugged up against tulips and blooming sunflowers, and surrounding all of it, a ribbon tied in a perfect knot with all of your favorite colors.

"Cliff," you start and then stop, your eyes threatening to water as you take in his sheepish grin. His socked feet shuffle in barely contained nervousness, causing the bell bottoms of his flared jeans to rub against each other and irritate his ankle's skin. "I knew I was going to come home, and you'd be looking as gorgeous as you usually do, with a mountain full of food out on the table and our songs already playing. It really isn't that big of a deal, baby. Just wanted to let you know that I was thinking about you on the way over here and wanted to gift you a little token of appreciation." Cliff feels his heart flutter in his chest as he takes in your wide eyes and unsteady hands, fighting back the urge to discard the flowers and give you comfort instead.

"Everything you do for me is a big deal, because it comes from you," you swallow thickly and force yourself to take in a deep breath before continuing. "The man who's taught me what healthy love is and what a relationship is supposed to be and feel like. You're everything, especially to me, so every little thing you do for me will always be insurmountable." Cliff lets out a disbelieving laugh as his eyes begin to tear up, and he quickly makes his way over to the table to sit next to you, as close as physically possible without bringing you onto his lap. You both wince at the sound of his chair squeaking out in protest against the tiles underneath it and let out shy laughs at the closeness once you two meet in the middle. No matter how many years the two of you have been together and have met up after a long leg of a tour, it all still felt so brand new and refreshing. And as you thumb a thick strand of hair behind your ear and glance over to see the content smile on your partner's face, you silently wish for the butterflies and the excitement to never end. And as he turns to look at you, he silently does the same, his hands reaching over to entangle themselves in yours to hold you close.

✉

A whoosh flies out of you as you twist your body to face Cliff halfway, your now protruding tummy protesting the movement as you fight to keep the atrocious amount of food you ate down. Your boyfriend looks no better off, the overeating seeming like a good idea at first, but soon becoming a sullen regret as he slumps back in his dining room chair and brings your feet up to rest against the jean material hugging his slender thighs. Your eyes flit over to the dessert you made early last night resting on the stove, and Cliff lets out a deep groan as he follows your line of sight.

"Absolutely fucking not." He refuses, squinting up at you from his lowered position, his face set in a mild grimace and his fingertips drawing firm figure 8's in your bare calves.

"You'll regret saying that when the crust hardens in the morning and the cherry filling dries up." You retort, letting out a chortle as he sarcastically rolls his eyes at your rebuttal. "As long as the pie's the only thing drying up around here, I don't mind."

You smack his shoulder, causing him to beam wide and let out a cackle as he takes in your incredulous expression. "Clifford Lee Burton, you are nothing less of a pervert!" You yell, before sharing a grin as you both acknowledge the hypocrisy in your playful outburst. You were almost always the first one to initiate intimacy between the two of you, shocking the musician who was already known for not being too shy himself once he feels comfortable and in tune with everyone around him. He couldn't help it, turning into a softened mess whenever you were around, his hesitancy only proving his utmost respect for you and only going after whatever you were ready for at any given moment.

"C'mere real quick, I've got something else for you." He murmurs after taking in a few deep breaths, a hand on your leg stopping all movement and removing itself to reach behind his back and grab onto an item from one of his pockets. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, before looking over at the incredible bouquet lying against the edge of the table. He had already done more than enough; he was here, and he was present, and that was all you could possibly want and ask for.

You relay the same sentiment out loud and get a small smile in response, and an almond-colored envelope waved in your direction. Your eyes widen in surprise at the rarity of him writing you a letter, his thing more of a late-night phone call after an exhilarating performance and him falling asleep to the sound of your voice. "I figured I'd write you one back after the dozens you wrote me over the past few months that have helped keep me sane, with all of the traveling and roadies we've got running all around. Might not be as good as one of yours, but." Cliff shrugs nonchalantly, but the glassiness of his eyes present a wide array of nervousness and timidness. You hide an enamored grin behind the gift as you feel his leg begin to bounce underneath your own.

"I'd accept and take anything you give me without complaint, and you know that." You almost whisper, the pads of your thumbs indenting themselves into the envelope that's nestled in your palms, as you smile down at the messy scrawling of the nickname that he's been calling you since high school.

Sunshine.

You tear open the sealed backing of the letter with excited haste and ignore the sound of your boyfriend's amused laughter, his hands encircling their way around your calves once again as you unfold the contents inside. Your heart stops in time as you grasp onto a mini polaroid picture of the two of you on your first date. October 12th, 1979, is written on the bottom of the image, and you let out a tear-filled laugh as you run a fingertip over the crooked heart drawn near your connected hands. You quickly unfold the letter and begin to read it with rapt and undeterred attention.

To my sunshine, who I met back in 1979. August 31st, to be exact. I can almost remember it like it was yesterday. You floated into homeroom like you owned the place, although you expression screamed that you wanted to be anywhere else at that moment. Your undeniable beauty is what caught my attention at first, but your personality is what caused me to stick around. You enrapture me, with your kindness and your openness, the way you welcome all kinds of people in and give them emotional shelter. I've never met someone like you before, and I don't think I ever will. I've known you for 2,372 days, and I think I've been in love with you for every single one of them. I cannot picture myself without you, and when I do, I feel nothing but alone and starving. Even when I'm on tour and I'm surrounded by the smell of the other guys and enough weed to power a greenhouse, I still feel your presence around me. You are my everything, and everything else, all at once. And you complete me. Thank you for always sticking by my side, and for believing in the band when we had absolutely nothing. You cheered us on while we were ripping out foam from the walls to make beds in a one room apartment, and you continue to cheer us on in front of hundreds of thousands of people today. Your love is universal, and I hope to be the main person you show it to until we're old and withered, but still young together and at heart. I cannot wait to be able to come home and to have you and hold you in my arms, I've been dreaming about it and yearning for it for months. Hold on, because I'm coming home to you. Love yours, your bellbottom wearing, hippie asshole.

"Six years in counting, and sixty-six more to go." You nearly weep out, your body instinctively reaching out for Cliff as you drop the letter and photo in your lap. Cliff instantly lifts and brings you into and onto his own, gently guiding your head to rest on his chest as he runs his large palms up and down your wracking and trembling back.

"Everything is alright, sweet thing. Just breathe for me." Your partner reassures, the cadence in his voice and his natural comforting aura causing you to calm down much faster than you normally would if he wasn't around.

"Doing so well for me, always so good." Cliff smiles down at you with a soft look as you blearily look up into his bright, green eyes. "When was the last time I told you how much I love you?" You ask him once you trust your voice enough not to crack or break, and an unsteady smile makes its way on to your lips as your boyfriend bends down to place a warm kiss on the center of your forehead.

"Yesterday morning. And then yesterday afternoon, and then last night, again." Cliff drones out, the faux tone of annoyance in his voice making you shake your head in mirth and rest it against his chest once again. You place a kiss there and beam to yourself as he shivers from the notion, before leaning back and sliding your hand underneath his tablecloth to get your own letter this time. "How about I remind you again?"

Cliff lets out a warm spell of laughter as you hand him over a matching-colored envelope, almost the same in size and all. "I bet you won't one up me at all," he jokes to you, before pausing midway while opening it. "Read it to me? Missed the sound of your actual voice. Sweden's phone reception is actual shit, and you sound much better in person." You squint your eyes at his obvious ass kissing but turn around to rest against his front and to lean your head against his clothed shoulder. "Alright, brat."

You lift your hand for the envelope and let out a huff as he playfully tugs it away from you, going to fully open it himself and then placing it in your awaiting hand. You momentarily close your eyes at the sensation of his stubble making contact with your exposed collarbone, before opening them once again to start reading your letter out loud.

"To my hippie rockstar, I miss you even though we already spoke over the phone tonight. The excitement in your voice when you told me about how filled and interactive the crowd was made me want to cry. It reminds me of the times we used to sit in your parent's living room and watch the tapes your parents filmed of you, Scott and Connie. You banging on empty and already-eaten spaghetti cans and your older siblings playing their actual instruments, but you still kept up with them with your insane enthusiasm. I know Connie is proud of you, she told me the other night when I called her home. But I know Scott would be losing his shit right now. He'd be the first person in line at every single venue, and the last person standing out there, cheering you on while everyone else headed on home. I know he isn't with us anymore, but he's still your older brother no matter how you look at it, and I just know he's exuberant and standing on the tips of his toes looking down at you. We all are, because you are our star. I knew it the first moment I saw you, in that overworn jean jacket you still somehow fit into today, and that bellbottom jean style you still hold on to, that we all secretly love. When I first saw you and spoke to you outside of class, I knew you were different. The shy smiles you'd send my way and the little notes we'd pass to each other when the teacher wasn't looking. The first time you held my hand on our first date and refused to let go until I promised you that I'd allow you to take me out on another one. You are tenacious and hardworking and everyone around you is so proud, including me. I cannot wait to see you and our best friends on tour in person once again, and I can't wait to see how we end up in the future. Together, I know that. Hopefully in a home much larger and filled with our children and future nieces and nephews, and with that specific type of breed of dog you've always wanted. But even if in fifteen years down the road and we're still in this old apartment, with the same crooked blinds and the same scratched marble countertops, I would still be content. Because as long as I have you by my side and still feel you even if you're not here with me physically, I'll still have you in my heart and you'll always be here. You are my other half, my overindulgent, loving and caring, hippie rockstar. And I wouldn't have you any other way. Until I see you again, your Sunshine. Six years in counting, and sixty-six more to go."

You sniffle once you finish, the tip of your nose being tickled and irritated by a teardrop refusing to fall down. The music is the only sound emanating throughout the apartment, but you know that your boyfriend held on to every single word and syllable, if his shaking shoulders were any indication and proof of that. You let out a coo as you feel his arms encircle their way around your middle from behind, and you twist your head to the side to place a kiss on his now damp and tear-stained jawline.

"We're all so proud of you. You know that, right?" You ask him quietly, not wanting to fright him or break the delicate scene the two letters of yours made. You feel him nod against you and you let go of your letter to wrap your hands around his. "You do so well for everyone, and if I have to remind you myself every day, then I will."

"I love you so much." Cliff declares, the tremble in his voice causing you to press yourself against him even more, wanting to give him as much comfort as physically possible. "And I love you." You answer, simply and softly. Because it was the truth, and you always will. You made that promise to him five years ago on your first anniversary, and you intend to keep it until that right is taken away from you.

Cliff kisses the tears away of his that landed on your shoulders during your reading, and carefully scoots his chair back until it lightly raps itself against the yellow-colored wall. Before you could even ask what he was doing, you're spontaneously picked up with little to no effort, and then placed unsteadily on your bare feet. "Let's dance." He says, before dramatically holding a hand out to you and bowing his head. You let out a confused laugh but decide to go with the flow anyway, reaching your hand up to grasp onto his.

A squeal exits your lips as you're playfully tugged around the dining room table, and on to the crossroads of the living room and the kitchen. You instinctually wrap your arms around his shoulders as soon as he lifts you once again to place your feet on top of his. "I don't want the first day of me being back to be nothing but tears and stomachaches. Granted, the food was amazing, and your letter means the world to me, but I finally have you back in my arms after so long, and I want to take full advantage of it."

Your eyes soften as you look up into his and nod mutely, his hands caressing your lower waist bringing warmth back into you as your combined feet chill from the minor draft breezing itself inside from the front door.

You place a gentle kiss on his chin before resting your forehead against his chest and closing your eyes, the sound of the song that you two danced to on your first date crooning around the two of you like a comforting serenade as you both sway back and forth.

'Sweet, wonderful you. You make me happy with the things you do. Oh, can it be so? This feeling follows me wherever I go.'

"One day," Cliff starts, causing you to hum against him for him to continue. "One day, I'm going to make enough money and I'll propose, and we'll get married, and we can go and look for that perfect home you're always talking about. The white picket fence and the two floors, the walk-in closet, with a garage that's big enough to fit the both of our car's in."

"As long as you're here with me, I don't mind where we go or where we'll end up. That's just fairytales, you and I are the present, so let's focus on that instead," you lean back to look up in his eyes, that already seemed to be looking down at you. "You are my home, and we've got all of the time in the world. So, let's just focus on what we've got now, because that's all that I truly need."

Cliff nods back at you and slightly raises you off of the tops of his feet to bring you into a warm hug and embrace. You wrap your legs around his waist like it's second nature, and you feel complete and at ease as he rests his head in the space between your neck and your shoulder.

"But I'll accept that marriage proposal right away, if you were serious about that one." Your boyfriend lets out a laugh against your flushed skin and you grin widely to yourself as his vibration tickles your skin.

Cliff momentarily glances over at his jean jacket and the little red box that peeks out of its breast pocket, before resting his head against you once again and tightening his grip around you.

For once is his life, or in the past six years of the best part of his life he's spent with you, he's finally got one up on you. And he cannot wait to see your reaction. And he also, maybe, wants to floor you on your ass just a little bit. Lovingly, of course.

'You, you make loving fun. It's all I want to do.'

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Give em the ole razzle dazzle

[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.

[princessofdorkness]

This particular photo just does things to me idk…

[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.”

[metallicaislife]

Talk is Just Talk, Right?

A/N: Hey friends it's been a while! this is so short, I'm sorry and I'm not fully back yet, but I hope you enjoy this!

Requested by: @dowsinsanity

Genre: Smut 18+ MDNI

Words: 643

Warnings: Threesome mxfxm, oral(m and f receiving), fingering, unprotected creampie, biting

“What do you think doll?” Dave asked as he traced small shapes on my thigh. 

My mind raced a million miles a minute. Dave and I had talked about letting one of his band members join in the bedroom. I always thought it was just that, talk. But as he and Cliff sat in front of me telling me it could be a reality, my brain short circuited. First off, I never thought Dave would actually be into it as he can be a little possessive. I’m not angry about it, I just didn’t think it would ever happen. Second, ever since I met Cliff there had been a spark. Not that I was looking to leave Dave, I love him, however I can’t deny the natural chemistry Cliff and I share.

“We don’t have to, it was just a suggestion.” Cliff said. My eyes met his and I suddenly realized I needed to give these men an answer. 

“Yes, I think it’s a great idea.” I said bashfully. 

The men heard my answer and we quickly left the bar. 

“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” Cliff said as he loomed over the side of the bed. 

My eyes flicked to his face as my jaw was hung open. Dave was feasting on me from behind and I could feel the coil tightening in my stomach. 

My eyes fell from his face as he pulled his already hardening cock out of his pants. My mouth watered as I licked the tip. Cliff hissed, and my eyes made their way back to his face as I took him into my mouth. 

I watched as his face twisted in pleasure as I swirled my tongue around his cock. 

I moaned as Dave inserted two fingers into me, he alternated between curling and scissoring them. 

Cliff bucked his hips, his cock sliding further down my throat. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I choked. I hollowed my cheeks and bobbed my head back and forth. I closed my eyes as the coil snapped and I came on Dave’s fingers. 

“You taste divine as always.” Dave murmured and kissed the small of my back. I could feel him shifting around. I moaned again as he split me open with his cock. He set a hard and fast pace. The lewd sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the room. 

Cliff fisted my hair and held my head still as he began fucking my face. He matched Dave’s pace. The tears that had entered my eyes earlier now fell down my cheeks and I screamed around Cliff’s cock as my orgasm ripped through me. 

Dave and Cliff continued, overstimulating me as they found their own highs. 

Cliff came down my throat, and I did my best to swallow what I could, as Dave filled my pussy with his cum. 

Cliff pulled his cock out of my mouth. He took my chin in between his fingers lifting it up so our eyes met. I am sure I was a sight to behold with my mascara running down my face as cum and spit dribbled down my chin. 

“Such a good girl.” He said, and I smiled softly at him still feeling hazy from my orgasms. 

Dave lifted me up against him as he slowly fucked his cum into me marking me as his. 

“Love to do this again sometime.” Cliff said as he tucked his cock back into his pants. 

“Just as long as you remember she’s mine, Burton.” Dave said and then bit my shoulder causing me to whimper. 

“Sure.” Cliff smirked and sent me a wink as he left the room. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, doll.” Dave said as he kissed the area he bit. 

I hope Dave shares me with Cliff again. I could get used to them both bringing me so much pleasure.

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

-Isa

[aishnico]

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↳ 𝘑𝘈𝘚𝘖𝘕 𝘕𝘌𝘞𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘋;

» nothing here yet

↳ 𝘼𝙇𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝙄𝙉 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎;

↳ 𝘓𝘈𝘠𝘕𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘌𝘠;

» love, hate, love [angst, fluff]

↳ 𝘑𝘌𝘙𝘙𝘠 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘌𝘓𝘓;

» through thick and thin [angst, fluff]

↳ 𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙃𝙊𝙏 𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙇𝙄 𝙋𝙀𝙋𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎;

↳ 𝘑𝘖𝘏𝘕 𝘍𝘙𝘜𝘚𝘊𝘐𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘌;

» hearts and thoughts they fade away, part #1 [angst]

» hearts and thoughts they fade away, part #2 [angst, fluff]

» birthday surprise [fluff, smut]

» unfinished things [fluff]

» baby fever [fluff, smut]

↳ 𝙂𝙐𝙉𝙎 𝙉' 𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙎;

↳ 𝘚𝘓𝘈𝘚𝘏;

» it’s never over [angst, fluff]

» lady strange [fluff]

» i know it’s over [angst]

» you could be mine [angst]

↳ 𝙉𝙄𝙍𝙑𝘼𝙉𝘼;

↳ 𝘋𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘎𝘙𝘖𝘏𝘓;

» you two are my home [fluff]

↳ 𝙋𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙇 𝙅𝘼𝙈;

↳ 𝘌𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌 𝘝𝘌𝘋𝘋𝘌𝘙;

» green seashell, part #1 [fluff, angst]

» green seashell, part #2 [angst, fluff]

↳ 𝙎𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙂𝘼𝙍𝘿𝙀𝙉;

↳ 𝘊𝘏𝘙𝘐𝘚 𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘕𝘌𝘓𝘓;

» movie night [fluff, smut]

↳ 𝙈𝙀𝙂𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙏𝙃;

↳ 𝘔𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘠 𝘍𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘋𝘔𝘈𝘕;

» nothing here yet

↳ 𝘕𝘐𝘊𝘒 𝘔𝘌𝘕𝘡𝘈;

» nothing here yet

↳ 𝘒𝘐𝘒𝘖 𝘓𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘌𝘐𝘙𝘖;

» nothing here yet

— 𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 —

↳ 𝙁𝘼𝙎𝙏 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎

↳ 𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘓𝘜𝘌

» one shot #1

» one shot #2 [cheating, smut]

[vaginalsauce]

Caught

warnings;

smut, fingering, unprotected, cockwarming?, mentions of being high, nicknames, semipublic, exhibition

a/n;

just a funny lil smut drabble, kirk is so yummy fr

summary;

You, Kirk, James, Cliff, and Lars have a movie night on tour, and it leads to you and Kirk doin some naughty naughty.

...............................................

The movie was nearing the halfway mark, but your head was too fogged up to pay attention. Kirk had his hand on your thigh, and was progressively sliding it higher and higher. You were positive he could feel the heat radiating from your cunt, hear your heartbeat, hear your breathing stagger.

The group had scattered around the hotel room, focused intently on the movie playing from the VHS.

You carefully spread your thighs, as Lars was laying at the foot of the bed. Kirk smirked to himself, leaning into your ear and pressing a kiss to the skin right below your earlobe. "Be quiet, baby."

His whisper sent shivers down your spine, and you almost lurched forward when he cupped your cunt, rubbing you through your shorts. "Think you can take these off for me?" He mumbled, tracing the hem. You nodded subtly, glancing around for a moment.

Never before have you been so grateful for a blanket in your life.

You let out a shaky breath as you gently lifted your hips, slipping the shorts down your thighs. No one even glanced, just assumed you were getting comfortable. Of course, even if they knew, it wasn't like they'd care much.

Kirk grinned, pushing your underwear to the side and immediately tracing a finger through your slick folds. You let out a shaky moan, to which you covered up with a cough, but with the glance you saw James and Kirk exchange, James was catching on.

It wasn't long before Kirk easily slid a finger into you, watching you closely out if the corner if his eye as your face threatened to twist into pleasure.

Your thighs almost closed, but Kirk caught your leg with his, keeping it pulled wide as he slowly began to pump his finger in and out of you, watching as you threw your head back. "Focus, pretty girl, gotta focus." He mumbled, just low enough as to not alert the others.

You were now pretty sure you were about to cry. Fuck, you just loved his fingers, but without the ability to vocalize your enjoyment, it was surprisingly frustrating. You raised your hips a bit to match with his hand movements, letting out a gasp as he curled his finger.

That got their attention.

"What was that, Y/N?" James chuckled, teasing. He knew for sure what was happening, but he wasn't gonna say anything. As for Cliff and Lars, they were clueless.

Kirk turned to look at you, his eyes big and focused on your face, tilting his head as if to act confused. "U-Uh, just thought I f...forgot to lock the door wh... uh.. when we left."

Kirk was making it so hard for you to talk. If it wasn't for the fact you usually talked slow when you were stoned, they would've been extremely concerned.

Lars shrugged, turning back to the TV.

"So wet for me, baby. Does this turn you on? Getting off on my fingers, just feet away from our friends?" Kirk's whispers were low and raspy, his mouth hanging open slightly as you arched your back against his chest, and your ass rubbing against the very prominent bulge in his pants.

"Kirk, baby, they're gonna know--" Kirk cut you off with a nip to your neck, kissing the marks softly right after. His fingers moved in and out of you slowly, before Kirk removed them completely.

Kirk lifted his hips up and unbuttoned his pants, tugging them and his boxers down as far down as he could without being noticed.

He pulled you back up to sit on him again, his pretty cock nestled perfectly between your lips.

"Feel how hard I am for you, honey? Need to be in this pretty pussy, 'kay? Gotta be quiet f'me. Can you do that?" Kirk muttered, hand reaching around you again to slowly grope at your tits from under your shirt. He pulled and tugged on your nipples, before releasing them and just running his fingers over the swollen buds.

"Kirk, I--" You were cut off by a loud shushing noise from Lars, earning a piece of popcorn being launched at him from James.

"You're literally being louder than them by doing that, you idiot."

While the bickering between James and Lars ensued, Kirk took the chance to lift you up and pull you down onto his cock, letting his head fall back. He bit the insides of his cheeks, and you let out a loud moan. All the heads in the room snapped to look at you, including Kirk's.

"No. No no no no no-- you are not--" Lars jumped up quickly, yelling loudly. James let out a loud cackle, and you just watched in horror as Lars began to yell.

You felt Kirk give a small thrust, just chuckling.

"Dude, I was going to sleep on that bed! I was two fucking feet away from You! Are you still-- Get out of her, dude, at least go somewhere else--!"

Kirk pulled the blanket from the bed, wrapping you in it after he pulled out. Not bothering to fix his pants, he picked you up bridal style, and packed you into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

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This is the first smut I've written in a literal year I am so sorry

[munsons-melody]

something that tears me up inside is knowing that eddie died in the spring of ‘86 and cliff burton died in fall of ‘86 so eddie never knew about the bus crash 😭

[mustainegf]

Okay, I just thought this idea was so cute so I wanted to share - cliff practicing on quieter and calmer songs on the bass while reader lays in bed, so sort of like a lullaby in terms i suppose, and when he climbs into bed she just tells him how good it sounded and which parts of his peices she really liked before they go to sleep

Thank yew elena!!💋

THIS IS SO CUTE AHH since its a short little plot, this is more of a drabble!

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 & 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 ¹⁹⁸⁴

Its late, and the sleep tugs at me. Only that soft glow of the moon creeps in through the window. Cliff is sitting on the floor beside the bed, his bass in his hands. I can hear the soft plucking of strings, the way he strokes the notes. He's practicing again, but not the heavy, thrashing kind of music most people know him for. It's softer, more melodic, something that feels like a secret, just for us. I can't see his face where I lie, but I know the expression he'd wear.

Concentrated, yet calm, as though he has slipped into some little world of his own. His fingers trace along the strings so incredibly easily, forming sounds that are calming and almost hypnotic in nature. It's pretty- the way he plays. I can tell even from half asleep just how talented he is. I always think no one hears this side of him but me.

The music floats through the room, slow and gentle, wrapping itself around me like a blanket. I listen with eyes closed, letting the notes sink into my skin. Sometimes I hum along, but I'm too tired for that tonight. The soft plucking of the bass, the buzz of strings here and there, makes some sort of lullaby. I am so at peace, caught in this particular sound and time.

Cliff never plays like this when he's on stage, and that is one thing I always loved about him. He's so different at home, as if there are two versions of him living in two different worlds. He's fierce, wild, and full of energy on the stage. But in the quiet of our bedroom, he's gentle and still. It feels almost like he's giving me a piece of him that no one else ever sees. That makes me feel so fortunate.

After a little while, the music starts to slow down, and I can tell he's winding down. The notes become more infrequent, softer now, almost like whispers. Finally, the music stops, and all I can hear is the quiet hum of the amp. It fades after a moment, replaced by nothing at all.

Cliff eases the bass down gently, oh so quiet, it would appear. I feel the bed dip as he climbs in beside me. His arm wraps around my waist, and I can feel the heat of him beside me. He smells of leather and smoke, familiar and comforting. I smile, even though my eyes are still closed. His fingers trace lazy circles on my back, barely touching but enough to make me shiver.

"You're so good," I mumble. "It was beautiful, like always..."

He laughs softly, almost incredulous. Cliff never takes compliments well, but I say it anyway, every time. He presses a kiss to the back of my neck and sends warmth washing over my skin.

"You really think that?" he asks softly, his voice low.

"Mmhmm, " I manage to get out, too exhausted to say more, but sincere in my tone. I always am. There's just something about the way he plays that feels so special... such talent. Like he's pouring his soul into the strings, and I get to be the one who hears it.

He pulls me closer, his chin coming to rest on my shoulder. I can feel his heartbeat against my back, the pulse steady and slow. It's moments like this that make everything else seem to fade away: long days, tours, chaos-all that seems so very far away when it's just the two of us like this.

I feel myself drifting off again, but I don't want to let this moment go yet. Sleep is pulling me under, and I know I won't be able to fight it for much longer.

"You're amazing," I whisper one last time before it pulls me under. Cliff says nothing, but I feel a smile against my skin as his arms squeeze tighter around me. And in that, I know he understands. He always does. In the dead of night, when the last sounds of his bass have died out completely, I fall asleep in his arms, and I'm at peace.

[duffsmckagan]

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Follow My Lead ⭒ Cliff Burton

You wince as the front door is loudly slammed to a close behind you, eyes wide as you glance over at James and Lars sprawled out on a rickety couch only a few feet away, almost already fully inebriated and looking high out of their minds. They loudly greet you with slowly raising arms and maniac waving hands, and you send them a panicked grin before gesturing at them to lower their voices. The guitar case in your arms and pressed against your upper half weighs you down as you try to shuffle as carefully as you can through the ever-growing crowd, purposefully keeping your head down to hide your face from your boyfriend, his melodic laughter audible and near enough to make you attempt to move at an even faster pace.

You let out a sigh of relief once you get halfway through the packed living and dining room and see the familiar hallway in your line of sight, only to jolt in fright as a hand encircles itself around your arm from behind and gently turns you around.

"Thought it was you! Walking around like Samara from The Ring," Kirk greets and teases, his grin turning into a wide smile as he registers what you're trying to hide. "Holy shit, is that what I think it is?" You smile despite your worry of being seen, your best friend's energy contagious and enough to help you partially calm down. You nod and let out a laugh as he shakes his head in disbelief, immediately following behind you as you continue your way to Cliff's bedroom.

Kirk discards his half empty beer bottle on the nearest flat surface and uses his newly freed hand to grasp onto and lift the upper half of the case, nodding off the grateful look you send his way. "Think he'll lose his shit once he sees it?" You ask, hiding your nervousness behind a halfhearted, mirthful upturn of lips. Kirk lets out a scoff and helps you place the present on the carpeted floor safely in front of your boyfriend's door, stepping aside as you lean forward to test the handle. You temporarily close your eyes in relief as it slides open, the musky and heady scent of his strains and cologne greeting you and welcoming you in warmly as you take a step inside.

"Think if he doesn't cry or pass out on the spot, I'll take it as a gift instead," you let out a bout of laughter as you flick the nearest light switch upward and glance down the hallway once more, before bending down to carefully maneuver the guitar case into a standing position. "He brings this specific guitar up every time we go shopping for new equipment, he's going to spaz. No doubt. Where'd you even find this? It's damn near a one of a kind."

You smile to yourself and lightly graze a fingertip over the newly engraved name in the case, sending your best friend a cheeky look once he crouches down beside you to get a better look. "Called in during a radio questionnaire, won, and got a good percentage off from the state store for the personal engraving," you admit, steadying yourself as Kirk curses out loud and tries to call you out for bullshit. "I'm being serious! Maybe you should listen to the radio more often."

"And be stuck listening to bullshit repeats, and commercials about hemorrhoid cream? I'm good," you bite back a laugh at his absurdity and jab your elbow against his, letting out a huff as he shoves you back with just as much force and nearly sends you off kilter. "Let's get this inside before his birthday party is over, and he's too smacked off his tits to realize how much of a big deal this is."

You nod along to his words and take a deep breath, smiling to yourself as you two pick up and place the present on Cliff's unruly and unmade bed. Kirk sends you a half tipsy thumbs up and tosses an arm over your shoulders once you two make it back outside and into the hallway.

"Don't worry about it, he'll love it. And if he doesn't, you can give it to me. I accept second-hand things."

"Kirk!" "I'm kidding! Mostly."

⭒

All of the nervousness and anticipatory anxiety thrumming through you, vanishes as soon as Cliff's laughter and joyous cadence is back in earshot. Kirk squeezes your arm and wishes you good luck, before sliding over to a rowdy and drunken group and tunneling down the contents handed to him in a solo cup. Arms encircle themselves around you as you watch him finish it in one go, the familiar scent of natural musk and smoke invading your senses and engulfing itself around you like a flame, as you cheer him on.

Brown, curly hair tickles the side of your neck as Cliff places a delicate kiss to your shoulder blade and guides you around to fully face him. Green and blown wide eyes beam down at you with a smile to match, and you can't help but wrap your arms around him and bring him even closer. Denim blue bell bottom jeans brush against your bare ankles as you rest your chin upon his chest and look up at him with love-filled eyes.

"There's my girl," he announces, the loud tone in his voice now gone and replaced with something much softer, private. Callous laden fingers and knuckles glide their way across and down your hips and back, and you have to force your eyes to stay open as your boyfriend speaks up again. "Where'd you go? You got all of this prepared for me, and you almost missed out on us cutting the cake."

You hum dismissively, temporarily removing yourself to look down and hold back a delighted and luminescent smile and laugh. "Brought something from outside in for you, is all. No big deal." Cliff purses his lips and nods resolutely, before shaking his head and lifting you off of your feet and the floor beneath you.

"Sounds like bullshit to me. You've always been such a terrible liar," he laughs brightly as you scramble to grab ahold of his jacket and let out a sound of shock. "You aren't as subliminal as I think you wish to be and think you are, baby," a loud smack of an amused kiss is pressed to your pouting lips once you're raised high enough to be near the same height as him, your own pair immediately latching onto his and bringing him into a legitimate kiss before he can pull away. Cliff exhales blissfully after you two disconnect, his once large eyes now hooded and his arms securely pressing the entirety of you to his front. "Want to tell me what you were carrying in, or should I start guessing?" Your heart flutters at the content and at peace tone in his voice.

You border your arms around his neck and let out a faux sigh of defeat. "Follow me to the bedroom and I'll show you." A red hue makes its way to your cheeks as you take in your own words, sending Cliff a playful look of warning as his expression perks up with newfound interest. Your boyfriend reaches down to lightly pat you on your ass, before muttering out, "You will never have to repeat that sentence to me twice, ever."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it." You retort back, unserious, your feet making contact with his shins as he walks you two through the crowd, before you raise your legs to encase them around his waist. Large and calloused palms rest on the precipice of the back of your upper thighs, and you squeal as a pinch is placed right underneath your backside. Cliff presses his smile against the top of your head and pulls you in even closer.

"Right."

⭒

"Close your eyes!" You insist once you two make it back to his bedroom door, reaching up to try and place a hand in his line of sight much more of a struggle for you at your natural height. Cliff grins widely down at you and interlaces his fingers with yours instead, backing you up against the door and brushing your hair away from your eyes with his free hand.

"I don't see what the big deal is, you've already thrown me a party. But whatever it is, I'll love it, because it's coming from you." You rest the back of your head on the wooden door behind you as a kiss is placed on your forehead, to try and placate you.

"It's the guitar we saw and found on our first date," you start, watching with satisfaction as he pauses his ministrations and realization dawns on him. Baby hairs fall back into their previous placement and tickle at your temples, as your boyfriend takes a step back to look at you in shock. "The white one, electric. The one you said felt perfect in your hands? The one that was auctioned off and sold a week later, the one you said you'll always save up and try to find, because it meant something to you. Meant something to the both of us."

"The one I said I'd play a song for you on if I could ever afford it," Cliff whispers, his eyes glassy as he looks down at you in amazement, his hands unfreezing at his sides to come up and cup your chin. You grin in his grip and hold onto his wrists as he shakes his head. "There's no way you found it, at least the exact same one. Babe, that was years ago, and the buyer said he lived out of state."

You place a hand on his chest to gently maneuver him backwards a few steps, before twisting your arm behind your back to push his bedroom door open. Stepping aside, you nod your head to the left and gently tug him forward. "Take a look for yourself." Cliff's eyes widen as a familiar and long, slightly battered guitar case comes into view, it's russet brown and black finish starkly standing out against and on top of his lightly colored linen. His footsteps are heavy and nearly dragged as he makes his way over to the bed, his eyes enlarged with wonder and awe.

Cliff turns to look at you in disbelief, before leaning forward to peer at the engraving now permanently etched in the case. 'Clifford Lee Burton, for you and for us' Tears sting his eyes as he rereads it fervently, none of this night feeling real to him. "How the hell were you able to pull this off?"

You shrug and walk over to him, resting your head on his shoulder as he carefully opens up the case. You both gape as if it was the first time seeing it, the strings looking brand new and refurbished and its white paint and coating looking as it if had never once been touched. "I won a questionnaire on the radio, and here we are."

"The hemorrhoid one?" Cliff asks you, laughter bubbling up in his tone and pouring out as you look at him exasperatedly. "Yes, babe. The hemorrhoid one." You can't help but laugh with him as well, your body feeling light and you feeling at home and at ease with your partner.

You glance up as he readjusts the electric guitar back into its casing and turns to look at you, his expression unreadable. "So, you called into a radio station and took time out of your day, because the guitar they were speaking about sounded familiar and like the one we saw on our first date, over two years ago?" at your nod of confirmation, he continues, his tone turning incredulous. "And you went out of you way to go and get it, got its case engraved, and then surprised me with a birthday party?"

You look at him in confusion, before nodding again. "Yeah, I did. What's the big deal? We always surprise each other on our birthday's." Cliff shakes his head and looks away momentarily, before crossing over to the other side of his room and grabbing ahold of a guitar strap. You watch as he carefully picks up the new piece of equipment and attaches the strap to the back of it, your confusion turning into endearment as he tunes the guitar like it's second nature.

"I don't know how good acoustic is going to sound on an electric guitar, but we can figure it out," Cliff voices out distractedly, somehow still being able to reach out and guide you towards his bed to sit comfortably as he gets everything set up and together. "Our song might sound like shit, but the sentiment is still there."

Your eyes begin to tear up once the first string is strung, moving over to make space as your boyfriend sits down next to you and gently raises your hand to place it on top of his. "Just follow my lead." He instructs, not knowing his words would kickstart you back to an even older memory, before your very own first date.

"I need you to hold onto my hand and kick forward." Cliff says to you in a gentle tone, looking over his shoulder to send a glare to the rest of your guys' mutual friends as someone lets out a laugh.

You stare up at him with wide eyes, a stray tear making its way down your cheek as your legs unsteadily shake underneath you and on top of the skateboard. "I don't think I can do this, maybe this was a bad idea."

Your best friend shakes his head at you adamantly, before reaching forward to place his hands on top of yours and squeezes them reassuringly, his steady grip enough to stabilize you and give you enough courage to keep pushing forward and to try again. "Just follow my lead," he promises. "I won't let you fall."

You nod and squeeze your eyes shut, your heart incessantly pounding erratically in your chest as you feel the wheels begin to move forward again. Warm and larger palms keep you steady and safe the entire time, and once you open your eyes again, your friends are no longer laughing, and you officially made it to the end of the landing.

"You did it!" Your best friend exclaims, putting his foot in between yours so it would be safe enough for you to step off and jump onto the even and unmoving concrete. You shake your head and keep one of his hands on top of yours as you two make your way back over. "No, we did it." Cliff smiles down at you as you hold your head up triumphantly and hold onto his hand even prouder. "Yeah," he murmurs to himself. "We did."

You close your eyes as each string vibrates and bends back into place beneath your guys' fingertips, the song still as beautiful on an electric as it would be on an acoustic. Your boyfriend's steady and warm breath heats up the side of your neck as he strums with you, and a delicate smile lifts your lips as his chin goes to rest on your relaxed shoulder. Once the song is done, you turn your head to the side and give him a passionate kiss, holding in a petal of laughter as Cliff lets out a soft sound of surprise against your upturned lips.

"What was that for?" He asks, resting the guitar on his middle and lap and encapsulating you in his arms. You move over until your side is clad with his, and simply say, "Because I love you." "I love you too."

Cliff smiles, his waterline set anew as he looks down at you and places his hands on top of yours. You rest your head on the middle of his bicep and reach down to pinch at his thigh, a cheeky grin on your face as he lets out a resounding yelp.

"For the pinch by my ass earlier," you chortle out before he can even open his mouth. "Next year, I'm getting you the hemorrhoid cream." Cliff bellows out a hysterical laugh and leans back on the bed, letting out a sarcastic oof as your upper half lands on his lap from his spontaneous movement.

"Want to go cut the cake?" He asks you, a grin nearly splitting his face in half at your next words. You move from his lap to stand up from the bed and offer him a hand, once the guitar is placed safely back onto the bed and the strap is removed.

"Just follow my lead."

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Such a slut

[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: