#metallica fic

[ghostbustting]

hey. *sneaks in a quick Kirk fic*

╰┈➤“𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮

𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻„ ๋࣭

Kirk Hammett x Reader

Contains Smut and slight Somnophilia

I could hear birds chirping outside, a melody that usually greets me in the morning. My face scrunches up as I feel a sense of heat on my face, coming from the rays of morning sunlight that sneakily peeks through my curtains, blinding my vision as my eyes slowly flutter open.

Although my eyelids were finally lifted, my vision was still blurry and my mind wasn’t completely awake.

I could barely even remember what had happened last night, all I remember was coming back from the bar, half drunk, with Kirk, then passing out on our comfortable bed with him cuddled in my arms, tiredness was all that we feel.

The awaken state I’m in slowly gets to me as I begin to rub my eyes, trying to see the morning much more clearly, a small yawn leaving my lips.

Somehow, with that yawn, came another noise right after it. A small whimper from the back of my throat that I wasn’t conscious enough to let out on purpose.

Only then did I feel something warm and wet rubbing against my panties down there under the sheets that cover up all of my body. It took me awhile to get fully conscious to feel the ticklish hair against my thighs, or more specifically, between my thighs.

Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I throw the sheets off my body and find long locks of curly black hair between my thighs, a pair of pretty dark brown eyes looking up at me, tongue out and pressed against my clothed pussy.

My eyes widened, ”Kirk..? God, it’s 6 in the morning..” I grunted, rubbing my eyes as I sit up, only for my thighs to be held back by Kirk, him pulling me back down on the bed.

”5 in the morning, actually.” He corrected me with that crooked teethed grin.

I roll my eyes and try to grab his hands, to which he swatted mine away and huff, “C’monn! You don’t even have to do anything! Just— Just sit and be pretty. Pleasee?” He lay his head on my right thigh, lips slightly puckering out to press a peck on my skin.

Those dark brown eyes of his were staring up at me in the most precious way. His intentions were dirty, but the way he looked was way too cute to reject him.

After all, he had already make me wet in my sleep, my panties soaked with a mix of his saliva and my own juices.

But even if I try to mask it, he knew I was way too weak for him.

I rolled my eyes with a long sigh, "Fine."

Not even in a second, he quickly ripped my panties away from my once covered pussy, making me yelp in surprise and annoyance. "Shh. Just a panties." He shushed me.

Then, he proceeds to attach his lips onto my folds, tongue darting out to lap on my pussy like a hungry animal, sucking on me like I was a droplet of water he found in the middle of a desert.

I gasp and reach down to grab onto his hair, my fingers clutching onto those curly locks of his, pulling them every now and then while his lips makes out with my slick pussy.

His mouth went to my clit, sucking harshly on it. The sensation made me moaned and arch my back, the tug my fingers did on his hair made him grunt against my heat, the sound vibrating up into me.

"S-shit.." I whimpered out, desperately pushing his mouth against my pussy even more, my hips slowly grinding against his face while his tongue darts out yet again.

My legs were shaking, I cannot even utter out a word through my never ending moans, the only times a word would ever leave my lips successfully were either a moan of his name or a curse.

Suddenly, I could feel his tongue sliding up and down my folds, entering my hole as slowly as ever. I gasped yet again, my breathing became heavy as my chest rise up and down non stop, his mouth taking all the breath away from me down there.

"Kirk.. fuck fuck.." I mutter out, my legs moving to be placed over his shoulders while he eats me out.

He knew what he was doing too much, cause then I feel his thumb on my clit, rubbing harsh circles on it and encouraging the knot in my stomach to form and tighten.

Both of my eyes rolled to the back of my head, a louder moan leaving my lips. I wish my neighbors and the singing birdies out my windows a lovely morning, while I have my own sinful morning.

"Fuck— Fuck, I'm close.."

Small whines of curses never stopped coming out of me while I was getting more and more closer to my release.

With one last suck of my pussy from him, I moaned loudly while the knot in my stomach snapped, my release came gushing out of me and into Kirk's mouth, him sucking all the juices up desperately.

As I took deep breaths, I look down to see Kirk looking back up at me, that same crooked grin on his face as he licks up the juices left on his lips.

"Tasty. Real tasty. I'd give you a 5 star rating." He nods and press a kiss on my thigh, making me squirm just a little, senstive from my previous release.

I roll my eyes, huffing as I stroke his hair, "You little bastard."

He laughed, causing a small flutter on my stomach. I always loved his laugh, finding it cute. "Hey, gotta get my morning treat, right?" He winked.

"Whatever. Get off me." I scoffed and try to sit up before he yet again push me back down.

He tuts at me and shook his head, "Ah-ah. I'm still thirsty. Dehydration, you know?" He say with a playful tone.

Before I know it, his lips were back on my pussy, already sucking hard and lapping up and down my folds yet again. My breath hitched and as predicted, I can't help but give in to him.

I always give in to him.

[boundbyeclipse]

hiii can you write smut number 5 with current James????

black velvet

genre : smut

word count : 1227

tags : current!james, female!reader, age difference (not specified how much), reader is a tattoo artist, a little rough james, semi-public sex (i think?), that’s about it

from the prompt list : 5. “don’t cover your mouth. i wanna hear you”

a/n : sooo i saw a photo of James getting a tattoo done and i thought hey, that’s a perfect idea for one of my requests! it really stuck to me and i had to write it. i really hope you enjoy this one x

‘Poison’ by Alice Cooper played in the background after you returned from your dinner break at work. You hummed along to the lyrics while lightly bopping your head to the beat. You absolutely loved rock and metal, so the playlist used at work always consisted of bands who did exactly those genres. It always gave you motivation and boosts for some energy, no matter if you were sad, angry or irritated.

While preparing for your next client, the sound of the entrance door opening and closing reached your ears. Technically, it was just a bit too early to show up, but hey, this one’s a regular and you didn’t mind at all.

“Hey there” you greeted him while putting some black gloves on your hands.

“Hey. Mind me showing up before I should?”

You gave him a warm smile, shaking your head left to right.

“Nope. You can come take a seat actually, I’ll go print out the tattoo and get more ink”

“Alright” James smiled back, hanging his jacket on the rack and making his way to the big, comfortable leather chair. He watched you walking around and you didn’t quite pay any attention to him, at least at first. Or, you just didn’t want to.

No matter how many times you’ve done tattoos on this man in the past few years, there has always been some sort of a tension between you both. It wasn’t anything like what you’ve had before with other men. They might have complimented you, made you smile, even blush, but none of them put you in such a vulnerable position with their presence alone. And there have been many times where his eyes would pierce right through you in the middle of getting his skin drawn on, creating the impression of him wanting to do some things to you. The lust was purely emitting from him the whole time. And you cannot forget about those moments when his fingertips would brush against your skin, making you shiver and think of scenarios in your head that were not so innocent. Sure, he was much older than you, but that didn’t stop either of you from craving each other every time.

Not too long after, you were already seated next to James, with his hand extended out as you were drawing lines on his skin.

My, oh my, did those large hands of his drove you insane.

“You got any more people coming after me?” he suddenly asked, his blue eyes hinting at something.

“Nope, you are the last one today. Puts my mind at ease knowing my last client is a regular. No need to overthink”

One side of his mouth curved up into a small smirk.

“Are you sure your mind is at ease? Because I can feel you’re all tensed up”

You swallowed and bit your lower lip hard after he said that. Trying to hide your growing frustration, you giggled.

“Maybe I am, I’ve been here since seven in the morning, you know”

He cocked an eyebrow up, not quite believing what you were saying. James could clearly see how you bit your lip, adjusted in your seat and giggled due to getting thrown back by his comment.

“It’s kind of easy to tell that it’s not because of the work. You don’t need to hide it”

Your breath hitched in your throat, and your body froze for a moment before you looked up at him and asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I know you secretly think about all the possible ways I could use my hands on you,” you could not believe what he just said, but it was totally true, “it’s written all over your face. Even your body language gives it away with how you shake, squirm in your seat, how you breathe heavier when I’m around. I know you think of me”

“James, don’t-“

“Just finish the tattoo first, then you can explain yourself”

Not even ten minutes later, you had your body pinned against the door of your break room, with no way to escape the tall man who hovered over you. His hands roamed your body while he kissed your neck, sucking on the sensitive spots to make you even weaker. The way he held you by your hip against the door made you so vulnerable and so turned on, that you could not help but moan into the heated kiss.

With one swift move, James opened the door behind you and the both of you walked backwards, still all over each other until the back of your calves hit the lounge couch that was in the room. James helped you with taking your shirt off, leaving you in a black lace bra. You sat down and watched James from below, eyes full of desperation and need, looking right into his own. He removed his shirt and tossed it away, unbuckling his jeans and unzipping them, then hovering above you as he laid you down slowly, but with rough kisses and a tight grip on your waist.

Your hand reached into his jeans and you cupped him through the fabric of his underwear, giving it a couple squeezes as James groaned in response. He was big, thick and hard, and you could feel yourself getting so wet that it started to hurt. You really needed him.

With no clothes left on your bodies, he was now inside you, moving his hips as he watched your face, loving the way your eyes rolled back with each thrust. The way your back arched, your naked bodies touching against each other, it put you in such a trance. Every second of it - you just loved.

With your moans becoming louder, you felt a little embarrassed, and your hand found its way to your mouth to silence yourself. But James wasn’t going to let you hide.

“Don’t cover your mouth. I wanna hear you”

Carefully, he took your hand and now had both of your hands pinned above your head. Your moans filled the room as you wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting to feel every single inch of his length in you. Almost to the point where you could barely take it.

“I can’t- I can’t take it”

“Yes, you can. Just hang on for a little bit more for me, okay?”

You gave him a nod in response, eyes watery and lips parted as you breathed heavily, your high hitting you right then and there. It happened so quickly, that you could not even tell James that you were close.

Another moan slipped out of his mouth as you coated him in your juices, your walls pulsing whilst he was still inside you, able to feel everything.

“Almost there” he told you as he gave you his final thrusts before pulling out and cumming on your stomach. Both of you were panting, with small beads of sweat on your foreheads and hair all messed up. But as soon as you got your breathing back to normal, it was time to clean up and go home. Though, James just wasn’t quite keen on leaving you so soon.

“I’ll give you a ride back home, so don’t worry about taking a bus in this weather” he gave you a warm smile as he put his jacket on and waited for you at the entrance door.

[valwrites-stuff]

heyyy you write beautifully for current James and I was wondering can I request one, if that’s alright please? They both are best friends knowing each other since they were born(they both are famous rockstars) After James divorce the reader comforts him (you can add the smut part here if you want 🙈) James realized that she was the one who he should marry not his ex wife. Feel free to add something else🖤🖤🖤

Hope you like this ❣️

Blind

James Hetfield x Reader ☆ smut, friends to lovers

You and James had been best friends since childhood. Growing up together, you shared everything from secrets to dreams. Both of you had a passion for music, and as you got older, you both pursued your dreams of becoming rockstars.

You found success with your band, while James found fame with his own. Despite being in different bands, you remained close friends, always supporting each other through the ups and downs of the music industry.

When James went through a tough divorce, you were there for him every step of the way. You listened to him vent and reminded him of his worth. You were his rock during his darkest days, and he couldn't have been more grateful for your unwavering support.

As time passed, James began to see you in a different light. He realized that you were the one who had always been there for him, the one who truly understood him and cared for him. He started to see that you were the one he should have married, not his ex-wife, realizing that he was slowly falling in love with you over all these years.

One day, as you were sitting together backstage, after a show, your band being the opening act for Metallica. The energy from the show still buzzing in the air.

James let out a sigh, running a hand through his sweaty silver hair  "Man, that was a killer show. Thanks for being a part of it." You smiled with a hand on his shoulder. "Of course, James. Today was so great. You guys were amazing as always."

He nodded, but you could see the weight of something else on his shoulders. "What's on your mind? You seem a little off."

James hesitated for a moment before opening up. "It's just...my divorce. It's been weighing on me a lot lately. I thought I was okay, but it's still hard, you know?"

You nodded sympathetically, knowing how tough it must be for him. "I'm here for you, James. You know that, right?"

He smiled gratefully, but then his expression turned serious. "There's something else I need to tell you, though. Something I've been keeping to myself for a while now." You raised an eyebrow, curious. "What is it?"

James took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. "I...I have feelings for you. More than just friendship. I've been trying to ignore it, but it's been eating away at me."

You were taken aback, not expecting this confession. But as you looked into his eyes, you saw the sincerity and vulnerability there. And at that moment, you realized that maybe he always secretly had the same feelings for you as you had for him. Wondering if you could have been married to him all this time instead of his ex-wife, sparing him the difficult divorce. But perhaps the divorce was needed to make space for something new.

"I...I don't know what to say, James," you stammered, feeling a rush of emotions. "I never knew you felt that way."

He reached out, taking your hand in his. "I understand if you don't feel the same. I just had to tell you. I couldn't keep it inside any longer."

You squeezed his hand, feeling a warmth spreading through you. "James, I...I think I feel the same way. I did for a long time, actually. I never thought you would like me in that way."

A smile spread across his face, relief evident in his eyes. "Really? You mean it?" You nodded, feeling a weight lifting off your chest. "Yes, James. I mean it."

And in that moment, backstage after a show, you and James shared a tender, heartfelt moment that would change the course of your friendship forever. Love had been hiding in the shadows, but now it was out in the open, ready to be embraced.

James smiled even more, sitting closer until you were mere inches from his body, his hand resting on your knee. He looked into your eyes, blushing. After a pause, he spoke up, his voice soft as though he was testing the waters. “I don't know what to say, um...maybe I...Can I... do something?”

You look into his blue eyes, managing a nod. James smiled tenderly, a little nervous, and lifted one of his hands to cup the side of your face, gently caressing your skin with his thumb. Without another word, James leaned in and kissed me, his lips soft and tender against mine. The kiss quickly deepened, igniting a fire within me that I had never felt before.

James hummed into the kiss, enjoying it more than he could ever imagine, which caused him to pull you closer against his body until you were pressed flush, almost no space between you two. He softly nibbled on your lower lip, silently asking for permission to continue further.

You felt your body temperature heat up and parted your lips as James slowly slipped his tongue into your mouth, his hands now gripping your hips firmly, pulling you to him. His tongue explored your mouth hungrily, a low hum reverberating in his chest.

You melt into him, now desperate for more. James continued to kiss you, his hands gripped your hips, almost possessively now, as his tongue began to gently and slowly swirl around your own. His mind was filled with you, and nothing but you. He slowly pushed you backwards until your back hit the soft cushions of the sofa.

You let out a sigh and wrapped your arms around his neck as James' body hovered over yours, strong tattooed arms kept you locked in place.

James broke the kiss for a moment, his breathing coming out in short, shallow breaths as he looked down at you, his eyes slowly raking over your form. "You're so beautiful...was so blind..." He was panting slightly, his cheeks flushed, as he lowered his head towards your neck, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses from your jawline down to your collarbone, all the while hardening in his pants.

"Should have told you years ago, I'm sorry..." You whispered, running your fingers through his silver locks. James mumbled against your skin, his words low and his hot breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck.

He began to leave a trail of small, gentle nips and kisses across your collarbone, his hands slowly making their way down to grip the back of your thighs. “Nevermind that... ‘m gonna make up for lost time now...”

James groaned low against your skin when you wrapped your thigh around his waist. One of his hands quickly slipped underneath it, his fingers gripping the back of it to hold you in place against him. He left a trail of kisses up the underside of your jaw, reaching your ear, and nipping at the soft lobe, gently pulling it between his teeth, his hips shifting to press against your core.

"Mhm James, I need to feel all of you...waited so long..." James groaned softly against your neck before he quickly lifted his head to look down at you. His eyes roamed over your face, taking in the sight of you. He was panting, his breath coming in shallow gasps now. “Are you sure? I don’t know if I can stop once I start, princess...”

"I don't know if I want you to stop once you start." You smiled and watched him expectantly. James looked at you for just a moment before he gently cups one side of your face with his large hand, his thumb caressing your cheek gently.

He lent down and presses a soft, slow kiss to your lips, all while his other hand slowly slides under the hem of your shirt, his fingers slowly skimming over the soft skin at your waist. When he pulled away from the kiss, he whispered against your lips. “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart.”

James slowly began to pull your shirt up, exposing more of your skin, all while his mouth began to leave a trail of kisses down the new bared skin, stopping to remove the piece of clothing from you, throwing it aside.

He looked down at your bra for a moment before he gently palmed your breast through the fabric until his other hand snaked around to your back to undo the hook of your bra. “God… I’ve imagined seeing you like this… so many times… couldn’t get the sight out of my mind…”

James gently slipped your bra off and quickly tossed it somewhere, his eyes slowly raking over your bare chest. He swallowed thickly before he looked back at you, his breath catching in his throat for a moment. “You're perfect."

You shivered once the cool air hit your naked chest, nipples standing tall in anticipation. James slowly lowered his head to your chest, his gaze never leaving your own as he began to lay a trail of open-mouthed kisses and gentle nips along your collarbone, down the center of your chest, his hands squeezing you gently, followed by a pause to undress from the sweaty shirt he's wearing adding it to the pile of clothes on the floor.

He kicked off his boots before opening his leather pants to undress, before he placed hungry kisses on your belly. James warm breath caressed your skin, you felt a shiver run down your spine. His gentle kisses left a path of tingling desire in their wake.

When he reached the waistband of your shorts, he paused, seeking silent consent. Your body was arching subtly into his touch, as if begging him to proceed. With a soft hum of approval, James eased your zipper down, his fingers grazing the sensitive flesh beneath. He peeled back the fabric, revealing the lacy edges of your panties. A slow, sensual smile spreads across his face as he pulls the heeled boots from your feet, followed by your shorts.

You watched his every move, impatiently waiting to finally feel all of the man you always dreamed of. James admired the sight before leaning down to place a soft kiss right above your clit, through the lace, making you wetter by the second.

The delicate lace of your panties was no barrier to James's questing mouth. He pressed tender kisses against the damp fabric, his breath hot and enticing against your most intimate area. Each kiss sent ripples of pleasure coursing through your body, making you squirm restlessly beneath him. The friction of the lace against your swollen clit heightened your sensitivity, and you couldn't suppress a needy whimper as your hips lift involuntarily, seeking more contact. "James, please, I need you."

James chuckled low in his throat as his hands slid up your thighs, thumbs brushing against the outer lips of your sex through the thin material. Slowly, almost reverently, he begun to peel away the lacy barrier, exposing your glistening folds to his eager gaze.

He discarded his boxers with haste, freeing his impressive length from its confines. It sprang forth, thick and hard. Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of him, your tongue darting out to wet suddenly dry lips. He looked magnificent, all sinewy muscle and raw masculinity. When he wrapped one large hand around his shaft, giving himself a slow stroke from base to tip, you couldn't tear your gaze away.

The movement was mesmerizing, his calloused palm gliding over velvety skin. He pumped himself languidly, his thumb swirling around the leaking head, smearing the clear fluid. All the while, his heated gaze remained locked on yours, dark with promise and barely restrained hunger.

"Up to your expectations, sweetheart? Tell me, do you want this?" James hovered over you, hot and ready.

Without breaking eye contact, you reached up and grasped James's firm buttocks, pulling him closer until the tip of his cock nudges against your slick folds. "Give me what I wanted for so long."

Your words, laced with longing and yearning, serve as a catalyst for the intense moment about to unfold. With a sigh, James lined up with your entrance before sheathing himself within your welcoming heat. A collective gasp echoed through the room as he fills you completely, his girth stretching your inner walls deliciously.

For a fleeting instant, you remained still, savoring the sensation of being utterly joined. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, James began to move. Each stroke was a masterful blend of tenderness and passion, designed to stoke the flames of your desire to a fever pitch.

As he picked up pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, punctuated by your breathy moans and James's guttural groans.

Your body responded instinctively to James's rhythmic thrusts, undulating beneath him as waves of pleasure began to crest. The sensation of being so thoroughly claimed, so deeply connected to another, was almost overwhelming in its intensity.

With each powerful stroke, James seemed to hit that sweet spot inside you, sending jolts of electricity coursing through your veins. Your nails dig into his back, urging him on as you lost yourself in the relentless build of ecstasy.

James's hands roamed your curves possessively, one palm cupping your breast while the other teases your clit. His touch was electric, every caress heightening the ardor between you until you were both panting and straining towards the precipice of climax.

"Oh fuck, Jamie. I'm coming..." Your breathy cry of impending release spurred James on, his hips pistoning faster as he drives into you with renewed vigor.

"I've got you," James rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own orgasm. "Let go, sweetheart. Come for me."

His thumb on your clit rubbed tight circles around the swollen nub as he continues to pound into you. The dual sensations prove too much, and with a keening wail, you tumble over the edge into oblivion.

Wave after wave of pure bliss crashed over you, your inner muscles clamping down around James's shaft as you convulse beneath him.

James' body tensed, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as he buries himself to the hilt within you. His hot seed pulsed forth in powerful spurts, filling you to the brim as he rides out the intense climax.

For a few moments, you remained entwined, caught in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. James' face was a mask of satisfaction, his eyes closed as he savors the feeling of your warmth enveloping him. You could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your own, a soothing counterpoint to the chaos of emotions swirling inside you.

Slowly, James pulled out, his softening member slipping free with a wet sound. A tender smile played on his lips as he brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "I was a blind man, very blind..."

"And I was just plain stupid to not tell you what I feel..." As you lay there, breathless and spent, you knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together. Despite the challenges and obstacles that lay ahead, you were certain that your love would conquer all.

And as you held each other close, you whispered, "I love you, James. I always will." And in that moment, you knew that you were meant to be together, now and forever.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Back to December

It was the first snow of December when I found it. The soft snowflakes blanketing the world outside made everything feel still, and as I stepped onto the porch, I spotted it lying on the rug. At first, I thought it was just another piece of junk mail or a flyer that had been blown by the wind. But as I knelt down and picked it up, the weight of the paper made my heart skip a beat.

It was a letter—an envelope with no return address, just my name, written in handwriting I hadn’t seen in years.

James.

I couldn’t breathe for a moment, the snow suddenly feeling colder around me. I hadn’t heard from him in so long. After I left, I never expected to hear from him again. Not like this.

I opened the letter with shaking hands, the paper crinkling slightly.

Y/N,

I’ve written this letter a hundred times in my head, but none of them felt right. None of them captured the way I feel now. So here’s the truth:

I’ve spent years asking myself why you left, trying to understand what I did wrong. Maybe I never gave you enough room to breathe, or maybe I asked too much of you. I don’t know. I never wanted to make you feel trapped, but somewhere along the way, I must have.

I remember the night you left so clearly. You said you needed space, that you couldn’t be the person I needed. You kissed me like it was the last time, and I didn’t know it was. You didn’t look back.

I spent years trying to move on, but I never could. It’s been December every year, and every December, I wonder if I made the right decision, if we could have made it work, if you still think about me the way I think about you.

I don’t expect you to forgive me, and I’m not asking for another chance. I just needed you to know how much I regret not holding on.

I hope you’re happy. I just wanted you to know that I’ve never stopped loving you.

James.

I stood frozen on the porch, the letter trembling in my hands. I thought about the years since I left, the quiet days that were only loud with regret. I had convinced myself it was better this way—that he deserved someone better, someone who could give him everything I couldn’t.

But reading these words, seeing his pain, I realized how wrong I had been.

I closed my eyes, pressing the letter to my chest. The ache that had settled there years ago was still there, a reminder of everything I’d lost. The truth was, I never stopped loving him. I never stopped thinking about him.

Without thinking, I grabbed my coat and keys, stepping out into the cold, the letter still clutched tightly in my hand. The quiet streets were almost too much to bear, but I knew where I needed to go.

I walked to the café we used to frequent—the one with the chipped windows and the smell of cinnamon coffee always in the air. The one where we would sit for hours, lost in conversation. I didn’t know if he’d be there. But part of me hoped he would be.

As I stepped inside, the warmth hit me, but I didn’t feel any comfort. I scanned the room quickly, my breath catching when I spotted him.

James.

He was sitting at our table by the window, just as I had imagined, as if nothing had changed. But it had. We both had.

I felt a flutter in my chest, my heart racing, unsure of what to do next. He hadn’t noticed me yet, and I wondered if it was a sign. Maybe I wasn’t meant to see him, to face him after all these years.

But then, as if on cue, his eyes met mine. He froze for a moment, blinking as though he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

I held my breath.

"Y/N…" His voice broke the silence, soft and uncertain. “I didn’t think you’d come.”

“I didn’t think I would either,” I whispered, my heart pounding.

He stood up slowly, taking a step toward me, his expression hesitant but hopeful. “Is everything okay?”

I nodded, but my voice caught in my throat. There was so much I wanted to say, so much I needed to say. But the words didn’t come.

“I—can we talk?” I asked quietly, my gaze dropping to the ground.

He didn’t hesitate. “Of course.”

We stepped outside, the cold air biting at my skin as we stood on the sidewalk. The world felt quieter out here, just the two of us and the soft sound of snow falling around us. It felt like the right place to say everything I had been holding in for years.

I turned to face him, my breath coming out in small puffs in the cold. The air was sharp against my skin, but it didn’t matter. Everything felt raw, like my soul was exposed to the elements.

“James… I—I left because I thought you deserved better than me,” I whispered, my voice trembling, even though I tried to steady it. “I thought if I walked away, you could be happy. I thought maybe you’d find someone who could give you everything I couldn’t.”

His expression faltered, his brows furrowing in confusion as if he couldn’t understand. His eyes softened as he stepped closer, reaching for my hand. “Y/N…” he said softly, his voice full of hurt. “The only person who could’ve made me better… was you.”

I pulled my hand back, unable to keep the tears from brimming in my eyes. “I thought that I wasn’t enough for you. I saw the way you looked at other people—how easy it was for you to connect with them. I thought maybe I was holding you back from being truly happy, from being the person you could be with someone else. Someone who didn’t have all these… issues. Someone who didn’t question everything they did or what they could give you.”

James’ face tightened with something unreadable, but his hands stayed at his sides, like he was afraid to reach for me again. I couldn’t help but continue, my voice growing more fragile as I bared my heart, a part of me desperate to explain.

“You were always so perfect. You always knew how to make me laugh, how to calm me down when everything felt like it was falling apart. And I—” I stopped, swallowing hard. “I couldn’t give you that. I couldn’t be the person you needed, and I thought… if I left, you would be free to find that. You didn’t need someone like me weighing you down.”

A pause settled between us, the silence heavy with all the things left unsaid. He stared at me, his face unreadable, but his eyes—his eyes told a different story. They searched mine like they were looking for something I didn’t even know I’d lost.

“I never needed you to be perfect, Y/N,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. His words broke through the tension, and I felt them sink deep into me. “I never needed someone who had it all together. I just needed you. You were the one who made me feel alive, who understood me better than anyone else ever could. You were never a burden to me.”

I took a shaky breath, my chest tight with emotion, unable to look away from his eyes, unable to fight the pull between us. “But I thought I was… I thought my mistakes, my flaws, would just keep getting in the way. I thought you’d eventually realize you were better off without me. That I’d only drag you down with all the baggage I had. I thought… I thought maybe I was doing the right thing, by walking away.”

James gently shook his head. “The only thing you were doing was breaking your own heart.” He paused, his expression softening as he took another step closer, closing the distance between us. “And mine too.”

I couldn’t find the words to respond. I stood there, torn between regret and relief, feeling everything I had buried deep inside me now flooding to the surface. I looked up at him, my tears still falling, but I could see the sincerity in his eyes. The same love I had always seen. The love I had left behind.

“I don’t know how to fix this,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I finally let go of the weight I had carried for so long.

“You don’t have to fix anything,” he replied softly. “We just need to be honest. We need to heal, together. I never stopped loving you, Y/N. And I never will.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. My chest was tight with emotion, the weight of all these years settling on my shoulders. But at that moment, I realized that maybe the most important thing wasn’t about fixing everything. It was about giving ourselves the chance to be together again, to move forward, not as the people we once were, but as the people we were now. Different, but still connected.

I let out a shaky breath, tears continuing to fall, but this time, they weren’t just tears of regret. They were tears of release, of letting go of the fear that had kept me away for so long.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry, James. I was wrong. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I hurt you. I hurt us both.”

His hands gently cupped my face, his thumb wiping away the tears that fell from my eyes. “You don’t need to apologize. We both made mistakes. But what matters now is that we’re here, together.”

He pulled me into his arms, and this time, I didn’t resist. I let myself fall into him, knowing that maybe, just maybe, this was the moment we would finally find our way back. He held me close, his warmth surrounding me, and I realized that this—this feeling—was home. It always had been.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine. “I always will.”

“I love you,” I said through a breath, closing my eyes as I let his presence wash over me, finally feeling the weight of all the years we’d lost slipping away.

“I love you too,” he replied, his voice steady and sure.

[casketroach]

’TALLICA VALENTINES

HELLO METALLICA FANS!

Me and a buddy (Tiwa) are gonna be creating a Metallica zine just in time for Valentine’s day! the theme is going to revolve around this holiday by show casing talented Metallica creators from any platform. We’re currently looking for artists and writers to join our short termed project! Anything you can put on a screen without having to click a link will be accepted. This includes digital and traditional art, photography, collages, fanfiction, appreciation pieces, poems, anything as long as it is safe for work and fits the theme. Sign ups are open until January 10th. The submission form will be sent the 10th as well, and submissions are due the 31st.

tldr; i’m making a valentine’s day metallica zine and u should join

THANKS 4 READIN 🫀

[hammettsandwich]

hii! could you do bestfriend reader and kirk where its her birthday and they are having drinks outside at midnight and kirk drunkenly confesses his love for her and kisses her? thank you!

first fic.. I feel like this is bad

Birthday Surprise

Today was a special day, at least it was to me. It was my birthday, and I got to spend it with some of my friends at the bar.

Since it was Saturday night the bar was packed with people. There was loud music, smoke from the cigarettes people were smoking, and I could hear champagne corks popping. Although I wasn't focused on any of that, I was looking for my best friend Kirk.

I was navigating my way through the crowd of people while trying not to spill my martini. Some of my friends stopped me to tell me happy birthday. I smiled and thanked them before continuing the search.

I made it to a not so crowded area of the bar and scanned the area for him. The red lights in the bar weren't helping. Eventually I spotted Kirk sitting down at a booth, chugging down drink after drink. I quickly made my way over to him.

I sat down beside him. I placed my purse on the booths table and smiled. "Kirk! Ive been looking for you!" I carefully set my drink down onto the table.

He lifted his head and drunkenly smiled, "Well you found me.. Happy birthday by the way."

"Well thank you.." I took a small sip of my martini. Kirk still had that drunk smile on hid face. "How much did you drink?"

"..I dunno." I raised my eyebrow, but ignored it.

Minutes of me ranting passed by but he seemed distracted. He kept taking sips from his glass.

"And then what happened was.. Kirk are you even listening to-" I was then cut off by him.

"I like you. A lot." He blurted it out. My face immediately turned red. He was drunk, maybe he didn't mean it?

"Excuse me?"

"The minute I met you, I fell in love.."

"What..?" I was embarrassed and kind of shocked that he said it out of nowhere. I was also quite happy he said that.. I liked him too. I have for a while.

As I opened my mouth to speak again I felt his lips press against mine. I flinched slightly but I gave in. I scooted closer to him, seconds later I broke the kiss. "You like me? You- You've been liking me for that long?"

Kirk softly nodded, he still had his drunk smile. I giggled before pulling him back in for another kiss.

"You should've told me earlier.. I like you too yknow?"

was that good guys I thought it was good idk its 2am 🦔

[aestas666]

The Interview [K. Hammett]

pairings: kirk hammett/female! reader

warning/s: smut, inappropriate language. MINORS DNI

-request via message of the reader interviewing kirk! (REQUESTS OPEN)

5:00 AM

That’s what the clock read as I blinked my eyes groggily. My body was still numb from sleep. The hours rushed by so fast it was as if I never slept.

“God, I have an interview.”  I thought as I rose from the soft duvet and headed toward the kitchen to make myself some coffee. I glanced at my apartment windows noticing the still dark sky. As the coffee maker softly hummed in the background, I pulled out my papers to look back into the history of the band I would interview later on.

METALLICA

That’s what was written as the headliner of the article I was reading in huge bold text.

Hopping into the shower I was rehearsing my questions, I had none prepared. That was the point of our brand. We intend to make things come up naturally and we invest on making sure we knew who we were talking to flat out.

“Should I look up a photo of them?” ... Shaking my head, I thought an element of surprise would be good.

After the shower I hurriedly rushed to my closet. “Should I dress in black? I mean- they’re a metal band. Am I supposed to look the part?” All these questions rushed in. I really should have prepared more the day before. I pulled out some black button long sleeves and some denim shorts with a black studded belt.

Downing the coffee in one go, I grabbed the keys of my car and rushed to the venue. It was in some room of the arena they were performing in. Call time was at 7:00 and it’s already 6:48.

Parking was easy, the lot was huge. I found myself running to the arena and into a hallway. Stopping at a door with 1507 written at the front.

I took a deep breath in and entered. The crew was in already. 2 guys named Michael and Jim. 

As soon as I walked in Jim (the cameraman) hit record. 

Only one guy was sitting on the chair, I looked back at Michael in confusion as he just nodded at me to go on. 

“Oh, um hi-” I extended my hand over the table as I took a seat down in front of him.

“Kirk. Kirk Hammett. Yeah, it’s just me, the guys are still sleeping.” He laughed softly as he shook my hand.

“Yeah sure, that’ll be fine. We could start the one-on-one interview now if you’d like?”

“Oh for sure yeah, you guys are the Ride or Die people, right? How does this work?” He looked at me with intent as I waved off Jim to stop filming.

“Yup that’s us. Basically, we ask general questions. Some fan questions that could get a liiitle too personal can come up and you have to answer honestly. That’s our whole gig.” He nodded, his mouth making a small “o”. 

“This’ll be interesting for sure. Never expected a cute girl from a name like Ride or Die actually.” His comment made me heat up; I mean. This man was gorgeous, he had such nice curls and an adorable smile. There was so much I wanted to-

“Hey. Are we starting?” Jim interrupted my thoughts as Kirk looked back at me, amused.

“Ah yeah- sorry. Start rolling.” He hit the record button as I once again extended my hand to the guitarist.

“(Y/N)”

“Pretty name, I’m uh. Kirk.” He grinned at the camera almost awkwardly.

“Renowned guitarist of Metallica. Wow it truly is an honor. How are you doing today, Kirk?”

“Haven’t had breakfast, the boys are sleeping, it’s 7:00 AM. I’m pretty good.” We both shared a laugh as we finished up some questions on the album, the band’s touring and his thoughts on the city.

“Now for the fun part. Fan questions. I’ve gathered some questions they are dying to know.” I enunciated the ‘dying’, watching him suddenly turn to stifle a small laugh.

“I’m kinda scared to be honest. They could get a little crazy.”

“You’ll be fine! This one is from Kacey, and she wants to know what your type in groupies are.” I cocked a brow at his furrowed ones.

“Wow. This one’ll need some deep thought.” He looked up as if he was reflecting. 

“Probably someone like her.” He nodded at me as I held my chest in pretend shock.

“I look like a groupie?” 

“You’d look good as one.” It was Michael's turn to chuckle as the camera whipped to him and I shot him a look.

“Who was the last person you had in bed?” I continued.

“Jesus. At least get me some breakfast first, wow.” He rubbed his face in embarrassment as he went on “Come with me and it could be you.” 

“God I would.” 

“What was that?” He shot me a look as if in shock.

“Huh?”

“You said you would. You’ve got some honesty there Ms. Interviewer.” He leaned in my direction as I mouthed a “cut that out” to Michael, who just rolled his eyes at me.

“This is the last question.” I stated as he clasped his hands together, awaiting.

“What place do you want to visit most?”

“Back to serious ones huh. Hawaii. It just looks so relaxing y’know.” 

“Well. Thanks Kirk. That’s all.” I glanced back at the 2 men who hurriedly sorted their gear back into place.

“Yeah, the rest of the band probably isn’t going to wake up any sooner.” Kirk called out to me as I rose from my seat to leave.

“Ah yeah that’s fine. I could come back some other time.” I put the notes I had back in my bag.

“I was serious by the way. I think you’re gorgeous.” My heart was suddenly pounding, I looked back to see both Jim and Michael gone. 

“Thanks, Kirk. You look goo..d” I mentally face palmed. I was dead nervous, and it was more than obvious.

“I don’t bite (Y/N). Come here.” He rose from the seat and approached me. He was taller, by some inches. He smelled like tobacco and a few hints of spearmint. 

“I’m sure you don’t.” I backed up toward a couch just at the end of the room.

“Relax. I’ll take care of you. Sit down.” He motioned toward the couch as he knelt on the ground. 

“Tell me. Do you want this?” 

Only a sicko wouldn’t want this. He was knelt before me and I just wanted to scream. “Yes please.” He grabbed my calves from the bottom as he softly trailed them on top of my knees. “Remove your shorts.” Quickly removing my belt, I looked away in embarrassment, I was still wearing my underwear and I was already flustered. Christ. “Pink panties? Thanks for dressing up for the interview I guess.” Kirk grinned, his fingers clasping at both sides and dragging the underwear down.

“Hey. I could stop anytime.” His brown eyes bore into mine as I shook my head with a clear no.

His rough hands caressed my thighs, opening my legs further. “You’re so wet already.” He dragged a finger down my slit and back up. Resting a hand on my stomach he licked a stripe and gave a coy smile at my flustered face. “Do you want me to stop?” His voice was almost a whisper as the pounding in my ears increased. 

He stood up and leaned toward me to give a kiss, his lips were soft and wet and strangely tasted like mint. Grabbing my waist, he sat next to me and pulled me up to his lap as he continued to feather my neck with small kisses. 

I lifted my hips as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, he raised his hand to gather the slick from my cunt and pumped himself, his breath hitching.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, please.” I breathed out as he gently placed both his hands on my hips and lowered my body to his tip. “Fuck.” He moaned out, stretching me as I whined at the foreign feeling. My eyes squeezed shut while he whispered reassuring words, dragging his other hand on the back of my head and pulling me closer. 

“It’s alright sweet girl, move when you’re ready.”

I rested my head on his shoulder as I raised my hips up slightly and started moving at a slow pace. Gaining the courage as I got used to the pressure, he met my bounces with a hard thrust each time. I moved my head up to look at him. His hair stuck at the sweat of his forehead and his blown eyes focused on his cock pounding my cunt. 

He flipped me over and was now on top, still pounding, chasing his high. My legs were over his arms now as I gasped at the new position. Placing his thumb on my clit, he rubbed small circles, his jaw slack. My eyebrows furrow as I feel my orgasm rushing. “C’mon, baby.” He leaned to kiss me again, suppressing my soft moans. 

“Fuck, Kirk. I’m close.” My eyes started to tear up as his pace quickened. He’s hitting my sweet spot over and over as I choked a moan and felt my body tense and slacken at my release. 

“Your pussy feels so fucking good. I’m close, baby.” He rambled as he rammed into me, and I felt him fill me up after his thrusts.

He pulled out as I swallowed at the feeling of loss. He knelt in front of me between my legs and laid his head on my stomach, breathless.

“Wanna interview me again sometime?” He looked up with the same cheeky grin.

“I’ll think about it.”

[aimbuddylist]

this is how i am feeling about the fact that this thing is done, save an epilogue coming in the next week. it has been a JOURNEY

[19eighty5]

new fic!

dave/james, 1980s no band au. prostitute dave, saviour complex james... multi-chapter fic this time, i have a vague idea of where i want this to go, so any of your thoughts would also be greatly appreciated!

[ghostbustting]

some lazy sex with James in the afternoon,like they are just sitting on the couch and she straddles him and rides him slowly and lazily(ig load/reload James would fit this scenario) thank u <3

♯ ; “𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑳𝒀„ ༘⋆

James Hetfield x Reader.

Contains smut (p in v, riding), slight fluff.

Song: Heavenly by Cigarettes After Sex.

The damp state of the pavement I step on caused the steps of my boots to sound louder as I walk up the steps to my home, the door that awaits looking as welcoming as ever, my body seeks the warmth that one of my favorite places always provides me with. Also with the knowledge that the man I seek love in was also waiting for me behind those walls.

A perfect combo of what I need right after a long tiring day of work and endless lectures from my boss.

Turning my attention away from the beautiful gradation of afternoon skies, my hand dug into the bag hanging on my shoulder, wriggling through items and items till I find the cool metal of the silver key, pulling it out right away.

Unlocking and opening the door themselves feels like a reward. A fresh air of home to breathe. As a child, you might wish to be out of your house most of the times. But now, I truly wish nothing more but to have even the tiniest time in the universe to just get the chance to lay in my bed with my arms around him while rain pours outside, not a single care of the world and definitely not a single lecture ringing in my ear from that sissy man I had the torture to call my 'boss'.

The first few steps I took into the house, I can already see him, feeling that damn flutter in my heart whenever my eyes land on him- almost as if I haven't been with him for years by now, almost as if each new sight of him makes me a new woman.

James was sitting on the couch with his body leaned back all the way, his head resting on the folded arms he had behind his head while his eyes had a focused stare at the show playing on the television set in our living room. My eyes didn't leave out the sight of his spread legs, the fabric of his dark jeans stretching out. The focus he had on the telly wasn't long the moment my presence became noticeable, his eyes darting away from the screen and towards me, his pupils lighting up with a lazy smile on his face.

What a sight you are, James Hetfield.

"If it isn't my hardworking woman." He teasingly spoke in a breath as one of his arm leave the back of his head to beckon me with his fingers to come closer. "How was your day? That old guy still being a pain in the ass?" He chuckle softly.

My hand discarded my bag away, tossing it onto the floor without another care for the things packed inside of it, my care only for him. The closer I get to him, the more I notice the way his eyes weren't as energized as they usually were, James looking rather... sleepy. Yet still, it didn't really change the fact his face looks so fuckable kissable.

I sigh as my body gently yet immediately drop onto his lap with my legs on each side of his thighs, almost like a reflex or a habit by now. His lap seemed to be the only rightful place for my ass to be placed on and James was definitely not going to deny that. In fact, he'd be the one who claim that in the first place.

My chin rest on his shoulder as I mumble into his ear, "Don't wanna talk about my day." I let out a small tired out grunt before relaxing to the feeling of the touch of one of his hands on my back, rubbing soothingly up and down while the other was running through the strands of my hair instead, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.

"That bad?" He chuckles yet again, head leaning down to press a soft kiss to my temple before trailing to my neck, settling on the crook of it, a small shaky breath escaping my lips when I feel the ticklish feeling of his moustache rubbing against my skin. The feeling of his body under mine felt like being burried in layers of warm thick blankets, the warmth of his skin was exactly what I needed after a long day in a season such as this.

”You’re here now, that’s all that matters..”

Pressed against my neck, I can feel the curve of his lips form a soft smile at my words, the smallest gesture that cause much more to me, my body relaxing so muh to the point i feel like turning to jelly, my body soon molding into his.

”Tired, mm?” He whisper as he stroke my hair again, that same hand slowly trailing down to my shoulder where he’d rub soothing circles to my skin before trailing down yet again, this time to my back. However, he was not stopping till he eventually reach my waist and his fingertips land on the waistband of my pants. “Just relax… You deserve it.”

The post-work tiring state my body was in was too consuming that I almost fell asleep right on his body, oblivious to the way his hands move across my body and the absence of my clothes. All I know was that just out of nowhere, the only thing on me was my button up shirt, which was now half undone, as well as the disappearance of James’ jeans that I had been sitting on, my ass now up in the air with the help of James’ large warm palm holding my ass, his other hand focused on aligning his now unleashed cock with the entrance of my cunt.

Scenarios such as this one wasn’t rare to be found during tiring Afternoons like this. We would occasionally find ourselves having gentle and sweet love making in order to relax. In a way, the way our soul and body meets and connects in this one particular activity, it feels so heavenly. His soul was is exactly where I want to be, where I belong. Just giving our love to each other feels like a gush of wind that was able to blow away all our stress that were once acting as a heavy weight on our shoulders.

I let out a small sigh of relief by the time he slowly drop my body, his full length almost immediately filling me up to the brim, yet so gently that it didn’t hurt me one bit, whereas it usually would with his often rough style of making love. I can feel the veiny skin of his length against my gummy walls, gently clenching around him.

My hands rest on his chest with my head laying completely on his shoulder, putting every bit of my weight on him as he welcomed me with his arms wrapped around my waist, fingertips grazing up and down my skin every now and then, his touch so gentle yet with so much love beneath all those gentleness.

”How lucky I am to find such a hardworking woman like you..” He whisper with his lips pressed onto my ear, his hot breath fanning against my skin here and there while goosebumps appear on my skin from the touch of his hand on my back, stroking my skin with feather-like touches. Each touch of his skin on mine felt like a dream.

A small whine left my lips, “The luck is all on my side..” I manage to whisper back before I try to lift my hips up, only managing to lift it shortly before dropping back onto his length, my body choosing a lazy ride to our releases. “My man..” I mumble as I lift one of my hand from his chest to lay upon his cheek, my head leans in just enough for our lips to meet one another, the kiss was rather slow yet sloppy as well, tongues meeting and wrestling every here and there.

Still, I maintain my lame attempt of a ride, using the smallest effort to push my hips up. Yet he didn't complain one bit, James seemed to rather enjoy the slow ride, the proximity allowing me to catch onto his small breathy grunts, holding and stroking my lower back.

Now and then, I feel the tip of his cock gently nudge a spot in me, nudge- not hit, due to the lack of energy I put in riding him. Pulling back from the kiss, my head have made a comfortable stay on his shoulder, one of the hands I had on his chest came up to play with the choker and the wolf pendant that loops around his neck. His eyes were unavoidable. His gaze soft yet cutting right through me even when I'm not looking.

As time goes by, I stop trying to ride on him, giving up. Instead, I slowly grind my hips against his again and again, the friction pulling out a small whine from the back of my throat, "James.." I mumbled out his name, almost unconsciously. Anyone would mistake me to be sleeping with my half lidded eyes. But I'm just simply loving the moment.

"Close?" His voice whisper into my ear, pulling my hair away so he could have a clear view of my dazed face, leaning down to press a kiss to my cheek. "C'mon, angel. Release it. You deserve it.."

I let out a sigh as I force myself to open up my eyes and softly smile up at him. I can feel him throb inside me, as well as my walls clenching around his length. My hands were holding onto his broad shoulders as eventually I feel my orgasm control over me, warm fluids of my release gushing out and around his cock, triggering his own release which was soon shooted into me, his cum painting white all over my walls as we sat there, body still connected as one, soul forever united.

James wrapped his arms around me, slowly pulling me down with him on the couch to lay down, my head resting on his chest that acts like a pillow to me, his cock slipping out of my cunt with a pop. The last thing I hear before falling into dreamland being,

"Sleep tight, angel. Dream of me."

[boundbyeclipse]

“does it make you nervous when i stare” WITH KIRK LORD PLEASE

hungry eyes

genre : smut

word count : 1982

tags : friend!kirk, female!reader, some swearing, rough!kirk, fingering, choking, cum swallowing, public sex, unprotected sex

from the prompt list : 1. “does it make you nervous when i stare?”

a/n : almost ended up with 2k words with this one (and that's crazy). so far this is the longest metallica fic i have written, and i am so happy that i could pull off a longer one! happy reading, i hope that it's good! x

You have had a massive crush on your close friend Kirk for quite some time now. Ever since you graduated school, you both signed up for guitar classes and attended them together. Four days a week, he would knock on your door and wait outside before catching a bus for a ride to the studio. Four days a week, Kirk would walk you home and make sure you were safe and sound, even if it was still light outside. This choice not only made you two grow closer, but also sparked something more. But neither of you were able to understand and grasp onto the way you felt, having all the attention on practicing and classes was like a fence blocking it. Yet, here and there, from time to time, you would find yourself thinking about him which was unusual, because he was your friend. The last time you liked someone this much was three years ago and you were not sure if you could accept it or if the better option would be to just hide it until it goes away. The last thing you wanted was to ruin the friendship. 

And so did he. 

It was a gloomy Wednesday afternoon, and you were in the mood to read something cool for a few hours. So you gave Kirk a call asking if he wanted to join you at the library, which he said yes to without much thinking. And here you were, going through the shelves and  looking for the perfect books to try out. 

Once chosen, you found a table and sat across from each other, beginning to read.

You sighed in the midst of reading as the story was not progressing too well, catching Kirk’s attention immediately. He paused and looked at you with a small frown in between his dark eyebrows.

“Is the book not good?”

The curly locks falling in his face made him look so adorable that you quickly realized you haven’t said anything yet, you’ve just been looking at him.

“You okay?” he snorted lightly, a worried look on his face.

“Uh- Yeah,” you laughed it off awkwardly, pulling a strand of hair behind your ear. You were never this awkward around him, but in this moment, something about him having his eyes on you set your body on fire. 

“It’s just the plot,” you crossed your legs, one accidentally touching the side of Kirk’s calf, “oh, sorry” and you moved your chair a bit back to not hit him again. Why in the world were you so clumsy today? The moment where your hair got caught on his necklace after hugging when you met up was the start of it all. Can this just stop happening? 

“You’re good, don’t need to worry” he smiled without showing his crooked teeth. He found it cute how you kept having little accidents like these, it also reminded him of that time when you accidentally knocked a cup over and it spilled all over the floor. Or when you were making hot dogs and spilled the ketchup on yourself in some way. It never failed to make him laugh and adore you. Especially when you were so quick to get embarrassed and blush along with it. 

A few minutes later, Kirk found himself looking up at you again, but this time, he couldn’t get his eyes off of you. Every little detail about you he just loved. From your beautiful hair, long curvy eyelashes, to the shape of your nose, and the way you had your lips slightly pursed while your head rested in your palm. And he felt intrigued. He soon realized that he was beginning to wonder how you would taste like - Kirk thought about kissing your lips. But when his eyes landed on your exposed chest and neck, the lust took over him and his mind reminded him of what you did earlier with your feet. Even if it was unintentional. Kirk licked his lips, bucking his hips up as he leaned back in his seat, dragging the book closer and placing it against the edge of the table. You didn’t think much of it, you just thought he’d changed the way he was sitting. When in reality, Kirk was now using the book to make it look like he was still reading it. 

And it didn’t take too long for you to sense the piercing gaze. You looked up to find your friend staring, lips slightly parted, those chocolate irises sending your heart straight down to your toes. 

It left you shy and you looked back at the book quicker than the lightning, realizing how nervous he just made you feel. Clearing your throat, you attempted to continue reading, but failed to concentrate because of a pair of doe eyes you had on you. The way it made you feel was visible to him. Clear as a day. 

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” Kirk broke the silence. 

For a moment, you hesitated to speak or look at him due to the amount of frustration.

“It… it does, but…”

“But what, hm?” 

“We’re out in public, you know? You… You look a bit scary” you tried to act innocent, but he just wasn’t going to buy it. A person who’s scared wouldn’t really blush, don’t you think? 

Shit.

Kirk smirked as he closed the book and grabbed yours too, standing up as he pushed the chair under the table. 

You have never seen him act this way. It was different.

But oh, did he look hot.

“What are you doing?” you whisper-yelled as you caught up to him as he put the books back in their places. He towered over you, eyes dark and a smile still plastered on his face, making you feel even more fired up. Kirk knew that at this moment, you wanted him as much as he wanted you.Though, you tried to mask it by acting. But at this point you were simply lying to yourself. 

He replied, voice husky and lower than his usual.

“I’m doing what’s necessary, doll” 

Doll?

You felt as if your soul had just left your body. Kirk had such a strong effect over you and it wasn’t something you ever thought was possible. He’s got you under his thumb now.

Saying nothing else you followed him outside, looking like a lost puppy next to a stranger. Kirk stopped  in some dark alleyway, which kind of scared you. What the hell was he up to? 

“I know you like challenges, and adrenaline, that’s why I decided this was the place” 

“Place f-for what?” you lowkey panicked, looking around. No people were in sight.

Kirk took a step closer, your back hitting the cold wall as you looked up at the boy. It wasn’t pitch black, it was dark, but the moon shining down on you was enough of a source for some dim light.

“For this” 

Cupping your face with both of his large hands, he pulled you into a warm deep kiss that sent you over the edge, butterflies raging in your stomach. Maybe he was a freak for dragging you out to such a place, but you kind of enjoyed it. The weather was a bit cold, but you weren’t too worried because kissing on its own was a way to stay warm.

Your fingers got lost in his brown curls as you tugged on them every now and then, him biting your lower lip in return, his hands all over you. 

“Kirk” you took a breath as you pulled away. 

“Yeah? Am I going too far?”

You shook your head.

 “No, no, you’re not. I… I want you” you confessed, throwing your leg around his waist as you searched for more friction. 

“Fuck, I never knew I’d hear that” he groaned, grabbing the back of your thigh and squeezing it hard, pulling your skirt up and ghosting his fingers over your heated core. But he was a gentleman and wasn’t going to open the door before knocking first. 

“Can I?” 

“Yes, please. Do whatever you want” 

The way you whimpered once he ripped your tights at the crotch area made him moan, his voice sounding so heavenly to your ears - like a melody. He found his way to your clothed cunt, slipping under the fabric of your lace underwear, running his middle and ring finger up and down your folds, your wetness coating them and his palm. You writhed under his touch when he began to rub circles on your sweet spot, causing you to kiss him to cover up a loud moan. This made it even harder for him to keep his rock hard length in his tight jeans. Kirk really wanted and needed to get rid of the uncomfortable pressure. 

But he just had to stretch you out with his fingers first. 

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath, feeling how tight you were, “you’re so freaking hot” 

Your eyes rolled back as the pads of his fingers hit the right place, picking up the pace as he left some wet kisses on your neck.

A whine left your lips.

“Kirk, please, I want more” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yes”

He removed his fingers from you and unzipped his jeans, finally setting his length free that was coated in precum, ready to fulfill your desires. 

You did not expect it, but Kirk lifted you against the alleyway wall and slipped his member into you slowly, both of you moaning at the feeling. Your legs were tightly wrapped around his waist as you had your arms around his neck, one hand lost in his bouncy hair, while the other had a grip on his shoulder. His length was the perfect size for you, curved just right, it hugged your walls and hit the most sensitive spot like no other, causing you to lose yourself completely. It was addicting, and never have you ever thought that this would actually happen, thinking you’ll never be able to even admit your feelings for him. 

But here you were, all fucked out at his mercy, bodies colliding as Kirk thrusted faster and faster with each minute. His hand reached out and wrapped around your throat, which gave you so much satisfaction, you swore you saw stars. There was no way you were going to last any longer with the way he was pounding into you, and he could tell from the way you started to loosen up and how your head was thrown back. You were so under his control. 

“Are you cumming, doll?” 

Yes, you were, but couldn’t get words to come out of your mouth.

“Are you?” he asked again, his grip around your throat even tighter as he slammed his hips into you harshly. The way your body shook was the hottest thing that he has ever witnessed in his life, it never came to his mind that he’s ever going to see you like that.

“I am- Fuck” you squealed into your own palm as you came hard, shaking uncontrollably in his arms as he continued to move.

Seconds later, you were on your knees, bobbing your head to help him reach his own high. Kirk held you by the back of your head to guide you, his chest heaving as he was about to finish. 

The groan that left his lips was so hot that you wanted to hear it more than just once. How Kirk sounded could probably make you cum anytime, any place, just from the way he moaned once he was done. And being the good girl that you are, you swallowed everything that he spurted inside your mouth. 

After a long way home, you asked him to stay over, wanting to spend some time with him and have him around. That night, you both ended up finally confessing your feelings that you’ve had for so long.

[valwrites-stuff]

Festive fumbles

You and Jason decorate for Christmas and end up making love on the floor in front of the christmas tree.

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ Smut

It was the first week of December when Jason and I decided it was time to get our christmas tree. We headed to a local tree farm and spent almost an hour searching for the perfect one. Finally, we found it, a tall, full tree that would look great in our living room.

With my help, Jason attached the tree on top of the car and secured it safely for transport before we drove it home. Once we got it inside, Jason set it up in the stand, while I gathered the decorations. We had boxes full of ornaments, lights, and other christmas decor that we had collected over the years.

As Jason left me to start decorating the tree, while he went out to walk the dog, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. Christmas was my favorite time of the year, and I loved the way our house looked when it was filled with holiday cheer.

The smell of fresh pine, the twinkling lights, and the cozy warmth of the fireplace all combined to create a magical atmosphere that always made me feel like a kid again.

I even convinced Jason to get matching christmas sweaters with me, just for fun. Looking down at myself wearing it, I smiled bemusedly at the hideous print.

Chuckling to myself, I started to open the boxes filled with lots of decor, pulling out the green pine garland first, sprawling it on the floor chaotically.

I began to untangle the fairy lights before neatly wrapping them around the tree.

The soft glow of the lights danced across the branches, casting a magical spell over the room.

As I continued to decorate, the room began to transform before my eyes. The tree, once bare, was now a vibrant and glittery centerpiece and I stepped back to admire my handiwork, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction.

The lights twinkled and the ornaments sparkled, creating a magical atmosphere in our home. I couldn't wait for Jason to come back and see the result.

Deciding there was a finishing touch needed, I stepped onto a chair, that was kind of wobbly and tried adding a star on top without falling and tearing down the whole tree, determined to make it work.

Just as I managed to secure the star, I heard the front door open. Jason was back, and his voice echoed through the house as he called out. "Hey, I’m back!"

I turned my head to greet him, and in that moment, the chair wobbled beneath me. My heart raced as I felt myself losing balance, my feet slipping off the edge.

I reflexively tried to steady myself, but it was too late. I was about to fall, but before I could crash to the ground, I felt strong arms wrap around me. Jason had seen me stumble and rushed to my side, catching me midair.

His quick reflexes saved me from a painful landing, but in his haste, he slipped on the pine garland that lay scattered on the floor.

We both tumbled to the ground, landing with a thud. Jason landed on his bum, and I landed right on top of him. For a moment, we were a tangled mess of limbs, both of us letting out a groan of pain.

As I stared down at an aching Jason with me on top, I couldn’t help but laugh, and his deep, warm laugh joined mine, filling the room with a sense of humor added to the shock of my actions.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked, his eyes filled with concern, but his smile gave away his amusement.

"Uh, I think so," I replied, trying to catch my breath. "But I might have broken something. Like, you?"

Jason grimaced as he tried to move his arms and legs to check for any injuries and, thankfully, everything seemed to move without much discomfort.

"Yeah, I'm alright. But I'm pretty sure my behind won't be forgiving me anytime soon." He chuckled, still attempting to process the situation we found ourselves in.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I should have been more careful." I spoke apologetically, reaching out to straighten his glasses, not realizing that I was full on straddling him.

As my hands came up to adjust his glasses, Jason couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of me on top of him. Knowing there could be worse positions to find ourselves in. "Well that's one way to get you on top of me, isn't it?"

His playful remark sent a flutter through my chest as I realized just how close I was to him. The warmth radiating from his body seeped into mine, my hands lingering on his face, fingers brushing against his stubble as I fixed his pair of lenses.

"I suppose, I should thank you for catching me, although this was totally unintentional." I said with a nervous laugh, trying to break the sudden tension.

Jason's gaze dropped to my lips as he slowly reached up to cup my cheek, thumb stroking over my skin ever so gently. "I'd do anything to keep you safe, especially if it means landing in a heap on the floor together."

I chuckled before Jason leaned in to brush his nose against mine, making me feel all warm and tingly all of a sudden as he held onto my waist.

I found myself leaning in instinctively, drawn to the warmth emanating from his body like a magnet. Our noses brushed again, this time more deliberately, as if savoring the sensation.

His breath tickled your skin and the air between you felt heavy with desire, the room around fading into insignificance as Jason closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

I melted against him, enjoying the moment as I moved my lips against his. A hand came to rest on my neck, holding me close as he deepened the kiss, while the other traced over my figure lovingly as we sat in the midst of pine garland scattered all over the carpeted floor.

I could feel Jason smile into the kiss, his fingers tenderly running through my hair before he pulled back with a snicker, studying my face with an affectionate gaze, making me blush heavily. "What?"

His hand slid back onto my waist, as he kept staring at me admiringly. "That sweater is atrocious, but you look adorable in it..."

I let out a huff, my face reddening as I gave his arm a smack. "Shut up. Christmas sweaters are... cute." I was about to say more, but I found myself being distracted by the way his fingers found their way to the hem of the knit piece, causing a slight shiver as they brushed against me.

"Apart from that sweater you're wearing, do you know what else would look good on you? My hands, all over you."

My face turned even hotter at his words, though they made arousal curl through me, making me want him even more. "Oh yeah? You think so?"

I moved closer, my hands running up to rest on his chest, the thought of his muscles under the fluffy material making me bite my lip. "You're going to make me go on Santa's naughty list?"

Jason smirked, his hands trailing down to my ass and squeezing before he teased. "You mean you aren't already on the naughty list?"

A smug smile appeared on my features as I adjusted my position in his lap, feeling the soft bulge underneath me. I reached out to caress the side of his face before gently taking off his glasses as he kept his eyes focused on mine.

As soon as Jason's glasses were off, his intense blue gaze locked onto mine, filled with lust and adoration. He leaned in, capturing those plush lips once more in a searing kiss that left me breathless.

One of Jason's hands slid beneath my sweater, fingers skimming across my heated skin. His touch sent shivers down my spine as he gently cupped my breast.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now," Jason mumbled against my lips, his words dripping with desire.

Breaking the kiss with a gasp, I reached for the hem of my sweater to pull it over my head, revealing a matching red bra.

Jason's pupils dilated as he took in the sight of my lacy red bra against my creamy skin and ran his hands all over me, getting hard in his pants before unzipping and pulling the jeans off my hips and sliding them down my legs.

Stepping out of the garment and throwing it aside, I got back into his lap and straddled him. His hand immediately wandered to my ass, to caress the newly exposed skin parted by a red thong, before his fingers started to dance over the damp spot between my legs.

My breath hitched as Jason's fingers brushed against my slick folds through the thin fabric of my panties. "You're so wet already," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire.

His thumb rubbed slow circles over my clit, sending shivers down my spine. "Tell me how much you want this, baby."

"Oh I need you so bad." I breathed as I gave in to the soft sensation of his fingers, rubbing me through my panties, soon pulling the material aside to run them through my wet folds, circling the entrance.

Lost in arousal and pleasure, my hand dove between our bodies to gently palm Jason through his pants, before fidgeting with the button to get it open, sliding my hand in, eager to touch and feel.

Jason groaned softly as my skilled fingers found their way inside his pants, seeking the hardness straining for release. As I fondled him inside the fabric, he returned the favor, pushing two long fingers into my dripping channel. He curled them slightly, rubbing that sensitive spot within that made my toes curl and sent sparks of pleasure through my nerves.

A moan escaped my lips as he fingered me delightfully. I stroked his velvety flesh faster, his lips crashing onto mine once more, kissing me passionately, tongues entwining. As my pliant whimpers increased, Jason pulled his digits out of me, leaving me longing for more, my fingers sloppily stroking him.

He quickly undressed from his sweater and grabbed my wrist to withdraw my hand from inside his pants. He grasped onto my thighs and gently pushed me off only to climb on top of me as he shimmied out of the rest of his clothes hurriedly.

Jason loomed over me, nude and radiant under the dim lighting, his muscular physique rippling as he positioned himself between my spread thighs. He took a moment to drink in the sight of me, flushed cheeks, heaving chest, and a look of raw desire in my eyes.

Cupping my face in his large hands, he leaned down to capture my lips again in a deep, hungry kiss. His cock, now free and pulsing with arousal, brushed against my thigh.

Releasing my mouth, he trailed kisses along my jawline, nipping and sucking gently at the skin beneath my earlobe, before whispering hotly, "So beautiful, I need that sweet cunt of yours."

I shivered in anticipation and with a swift, smooth motion, he lined himself up and sunk into my warmth with a satisfied grunt.

Jason's hips began rocking slowly against mine, my arms wrapped around his neck as breathy moans fell from my lips. Capturing my lips in a kiss, his thrusts continued at their pace while my cunt fluttered around him.

The movements became more deliberate, each thrust driving deeper into my welcoming heat. The room filled with the sounds of our mingled moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. My nails dug into his shoulders as I clung to him, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Look at us...so perfect together," he growled, punctuating his words with a particularly hard stroke.

As he continued to piston in and out of me, his hand snaked down to circle my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.

The coil of tension within me, wound tighter with each passing second, threatening to snap at any moment. "Oh god, Jason! Don't stop..." I whined, addicted to the way he made me feel.

“You sound so damn pretty moaning my name, baby." He whispered into my ear, holding onto my hips to move faster before feeling me clench around him, gasping before coming undone with a loud moan as my body arched and shook.

With a strained groan, Jason buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin as he struggled to maintain control. But the relentless grip of my quivering flesh proved too much, and with one final, powerful thrust, he succumbed to the inevitable.

A low, guttural moan escaped him as he spilled himself deep inside of me, his seed coating my cervix in waves of heated release.

For a few moments, we both remained locked together, savoring the aftermath of our passionate union before he pulled out and moved to lay next to me on his back, the green garland tickling his skin as his breathing evened out. "Decorating for christmas sure took an interesting turn."

"It sure did, but I wouldn't want to have it any other way. Plus, I think I did a pretty good job on the tree, don't you think?" I spoke as I looked at the tree with a satisfied grin.

Jason turned his head to focus on his surroundings, as he pulled me close, staring at the glimmering christmas tree. "It looks beautiful indeed, but you're far more appealing to me than any tree could ever be."

My heart skipped a beat as his words washed over me, filling me with a sense of love and belonging. In that moment, surrounded by the magic of Christmas, I knew that this was where I was meant to be, in Jason's arms, surrounded by the beauty and wonder of the season.

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hi)) I was rewatching the “year in life of Metallica” recently and apparently the walls of studio they used were covered with girls from adult magazines plus they used to call strippers in (there’s actually a scene of one of these girls dancing in the studio). So I was thinking that James doesn’t want his fiancé to come to studio cause “we’re too busy and it’s gonna be boring for you”. One day she comes to bring him and the guys some dinner, but then she discovers the magazines and through the ajar door sees the stripper. The worst past is that even James is enjoying the show; Kirk, Jason and Lars were going through tue divorce at the time so technically, they get a pass. She rather shy and not very self confident, so she just leaves, without making a scene. However, that makes her think that James doesn’t find her sexually attractive, otherwise why the magazines and the stripper? She pretends like nothing happened until one day he complains about something so she snaps and telling him that he can always leave her and go to live with that stripper?

I hope you like it!❤

Behind closed doors

The smell of rosemary and roasted chicken fills the car as I pull into the studio parking lot. My hands tremble slightly on the steering wheel, a mix of nerves and excitement twisting in my stomach. James has been working so hard—late nights, long hours, always coming home smelling like beer and exhaustion.

“It’s boring, babe,” he always says when I ask about coming to visit. “Just us sitting around, arguing about riffs and drinking too much coffee.”

But I know it’s more than that. He’s protecting me from something, though I’ve never been sure what. Maybe it’s the stress, or the chaos, or just the raw intensity of his world.

Tonight, though, I wanted to surprise him. Bring dinner for him and the guys. Show him that I’m here, supporting him, even if I’m not part of that side of his life.

The studio hallway is dim and quiet, except for the faint thrum of bass vibrating through the walls. I balance the takeout bags in one hand and push open the heavy front door with the other, stepping inside. My sneakers squeak against the polished floors as I follow the music toward the main recording room.

When I reach the door, it’s slightly ajar, just enough for me to peek inside.

The first thing I notice is the walls. They’re covered in glossy pages from magazines—pages of women. Beautiful, confident, nude women. My breath catches, and I instinctively step back, the bag handles digging into my palm.

Okay. It’s just... decoration. Maybe it’s been like that for a while, and I never knew. It doesn’t mean anything, right?

But then I hear the laughter—Lars’s sharp, boisterous cackle, Jason’s low chuckle, Kirk’s unmistakable snort. And then, over the music, I see her.

A stripper.

She’s dancing in the center of the room, moving in time with the heavy beat of a song I don’t recognize. Her body sways effortlessly, her confidence filling the space. The guys are cheering her on, their voices blending into a chaotic roar of approval.

And then I see James.

He’s leaning back in his chair, a beer in hand, his lips curved into a wide grin. He looks relaxed, entertained... happy. My James. The man who tells me I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. The man who promised me I was all he’d ever need.

I feel like the ground has crumbled beneath me. My heart pounds painfully in my chest, and I take a shaky step back, my vision blurring. My head is screaming at me to walk in there, to confront him, to demand an explanation. But my feet won’t move forward.

Instead, I turn and walk away.

The bag of food feels heavy in my hand as I make my way back to the car. I toss it onto the passenger seat, climb in, and slam the door. My chest aches, but I don’t cry. Not yet.

The next few days pass in a haze. I don’t tell James what I saw. Every time I look at him, I see the walls, the stripper, the way he smiled at her. And every time, the thought eats away at me a little more.

I try to push it down, to pretend it doesn’t matter, but the questions won’t stop. Am I not enough for him? Does he need that kind of excitement to be happy? Why didn’t he want me there?

By the fourth day, I’m barely holding it together.

“What’s wrong?” James asks, his brow furrowing as he watches me pick at my dinner.

“Nothing,” I lie, forcing a smile that feels like it might crack my face.

He doesn’t buy it. “You’ve been acting weird all week. Did I do something?”

And just like that, the dam bursts.

“Did you do something?” I slam my fork onto the table, the clang echoing in the silence. “Oh, I don’t know, James. Maybe you should ask the stripper in your studio if you did something!”

His eyes widen in shock. “What are you talking about?”

I push my chair back and stand, my chest heaving. “I came to surprise you with dinner. I saw everything, James. The walls, the magazines, her. You told me it was boring, that I wouldn’t want to be there. But it didn’t look boring to me. You looked like you were having a great time.”

“Y/N—”

“No!” I cut him off, tears streaming down my face. “Do you even want me anymore? Or am I just the boring one you come home to after you’re done living your real life at the studio?”

“Stop it,” he says, his voice breaking.

“Why?” I throw my hands up. “It’s true, isn’t it? If I was enough for you, you wouldn’t need those walls. You wouldn’t need her.”

For a moment, he just stares at me, his face pale and stricken. Then, slowly, he moves toward me, his hands reaching out as if he’s afraid I’ll bolt.

“Y/N,” he says softly, his voice trembling. “I’m so sorry.”

I shake my head, pulling away from his touch. “Sorry doesn’t fix this, James.”

“I know,” he says, his hands dropping to his sides. “But you have to believe me. None of that—none of it—means anything to me. It’s stupid. It’s just... studio crap. I didn’t think. I didn’t realize how much it would hurt you. But you... you’re everything to me.”

I look at him, searching his face for any hint of a lie. All I see is regret. And love.

“Why didn’t you want me there?” I whisper.

“Because I didn’t want you to see that,” he admits, his voice raw. “Not because I’m ashamed of you, but because I’m ashamed of myself. You’re so much better than all of that. Better than me.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut.

“I don’t need better,” I say quietly. “I just need you.”

He steps closer, his hands trembling as he cups my face. “Then I promise you, Y/N. No more walls. No more excuses. I’ll fix this. I’ll fix us.”

For a long moment, I just stand there, letting his words wash over me. Finally, I nod, leaning into his touch.

“We’ll fix this,” I whisper.

And for the first time in days, I feel like maybe, just maybe, we can.

[killazilla777]

somebody pls recommend a good long multi chapter Metallica or Megadeth fic idc who it's about what genre I just need something 😭😭

[rhythm-catsandwine]

Make a Wish

It was like a wish had come true, but it was one he had never thought of until the plane touched the ground on Hawi. Then Kirk messaged them that he was home, which led to Adam rushing over to Kirk and Lars's place to learn a song so he could play with them in a couple of nights at one of their concerts.

“I fucing forgot to get grip tape yesterday.” Kirk grumbled. 

“Here.” Adam handed him a roll of white tape that would protect his hands from bleeding during a concert. 

“Of course, you had some even though you never use it.” Kirk said as he started covering the scar on his hand. “Dud, you’ve turned into the mom friend.”

“Justin and I have kids now.”

Lars came to the doorway and leaned on the frame with a mug full of either coffee or tea in hand. “So you’re the focking mom then?”

“Out!” Kirk pointed at his husband. 

“You guys gonna get freaky?”

“OUT!” Kirk demanded. 

As soon as Lars turned around and shut the door to the home studio, Kirk turned back to Adam. “Uhh.”

“Are you blushing?” Kirk noticed the faint pink on the other's cheeks. 

“Shut up.”

Fluffy October or Ao3

[melusinasiren90]

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