#Metallica RP

[kirk-hammett-bl0g]

[jamiehetfield]

JAMES ALAN HETFIELD .

DON’T FULL NAME ME. BUT WHAT DO YOU WANT ??

[larsulrichsblog]

AUFGHHF JUMP ATTACK ON JAME!! 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻😝

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

No Nut November - Kirk

A/n: I have decided I'm focusing on unfinished series' first and I will deal with requests later because holy fuck I have a lot and I am ✨overwhelmed✨ so bear with me 🥹

Warnings: Smut, semipublic sex?, oral (m receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Intro

It was barely a week into you staying with Metallica and the guys were all struggling. Kirk was having an especially hard time, partially because you were going after him first.

Kirk was the youngest, the calmest... honestly, he just seemed like an easy target.

He never acted on his thoughts, not that you knew of anyway, but you could see the cracks in his jokes, how he rarely made eye contact with you, left his eyes on you a second or two longer than he should've.

You were making yourself a little midnight snack in the dark, hoping that would keep people asleep since you hadn't felt like dressing up or anything. Also, your midnight snack was utterly atrocious, as is the way with the best of them, and you didn't need people coming in on that.

However, the light flicked on and you turned to see Kirk staring at you wide eyed. Shorts that weren't quite long enough and no shirt, just your bra because it was fucking hot this time of year.

"Hi." You said simply, just to break the awkward silence. Kirk's attention snapped up to your eyes and he smiled at you, crooked teeth and all.

"Hi." He replied, trying to keep his tone normal. "What are you doing?" He asked, coming closer to you.

"Making a snack." You said, continuing to work on your food.

"In the dark?" You chewed your cheek before shrugging.

"Dark doesn't scare me." You said, then you thought for a moment. "Does it scare you?"

"What?" He asked, giving you a look like he was more scared you'd genuinely think that of him. "No, of course not, why would I be scared of the dark?"

You shrugged and sucked your teeth. "I don't know, you watch a lot of horror movies, you might've thought I was some kind of demon."

"Oh, totally." He said with a soft laughter. "You know, I thought you were actually Freddie Kreuger out to get me."

"Right, right, so you came to get me first?" You asked, brow raised at him.

Kirk's mouth opened to say something but he cut himself off. "What the hell are you making?" He asked, changing the subject.

You explained your midnight snack of choice, by that time Kirk got hungry and since you were talking about horror movies he suggested you watched one with him right then. Perfect conditions, middle of the night, everyone sleeping, and you had snacks. Really, there wasn't much too it.

He set up a movie while you got to work on popcorn.

When you came over to him he was all set up on the couch with a blanket and everything. There was tons of space, the whole rest of the couch and other chairs, hell, you could've sat on the floor if you wanted. But you had a plan, and you were going to stick to it.

You sat right beside Kirk, curling up to him. Hesitantly, he returned your little act of affection and held you to his side, squeezing you gently whenever something even remotely scary happened.

You weren't too focused on the movie, you were more interested in what you could get kirk to do. You started rubbing your hand up and down his thigh, listening to his breath hitching and catching his small glimpses down to you.

He didn't stop you from pushing his shorts down and palming his hard-on through his boxers. Soft moans left him, lips parted and eyes looking dazed at the feeling.

You pushed the blanket off of the both of you and slipped off of the couch and onto your knees in front of him. Kirk looked around frantically. "We-we can't. What if-" He was cut off by a moan, which he covered by slapping a hand over his mouth.

You were pulling his shorts and boxers down, his cock springing free and hitting his abdomen, already red and leaky with pre-cum. "Don't worry," you said, trailing a finger up his length, "no one's coming down. The lights are off, they won't even notice us."

"What about the movie?" He mumbled. You glanced over you shoulder at the movie still playing.

"Then they'll notice you." You said with a shrug. He didn't look too convinced but he definitely relaxed when you took him into your mouth. He didn't care of someone came and saw you, he barely cared enough to cover his mouth as your head bobbed up and down on him, slurping, sucking and licking on him.

He spread his legs further and his hand went to the back of your head, guiding you on him, not that you needed it. His hips bucked up, pushing him deeper into your throat.

You felt him pulsing, veins on your tongue, tip hitting the back of your throat. Your eyes watered and drool dripped out the corners of your mouth. You kept your eyes on him, watching him carefully and taking mental snapshots of his expressions.

You heard noises coming from upstairs, Kirk did as well. "Stop, we have to-to stop." He said, voice breathless. Despite his words he kept pushing you back down, keeping himself in you. "Someone's gonna- fuck-!" He squeaked, holding a hand over his mouth tighter.

His body seemed to flare up, weakly trying to push you away while simultaneously holding you in place, hot cum spurting down your throat.

You pulled the blanket over you and Kirk pulled a few pillows over in a feeble attempt to cover you before the lights flicked on showed Lars standing by the stairs, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Fuck are you doing?" He grumbled, accent painfully strong with sleep.

"Watching the, uh..." Kirk stammered, pointing to the TV which still had the horror movie going.

Lars stared at him, there was no way he didn't notice the strange lump on Kirk's lap but he didn't bring it up and just nodded. "Go to sleep, weirdo." He grumbled, turning the lights back off and heading back upstairs.

You waited to here the door to Lars's room close before pushing the blanket off of you once more, finally pulling away from Kirk and wiping your mouth.

You stood and pushed your shorts and soaked panties down before sitting next to kirk. "My turn~" You said, grinning widely. How could he say no?

[marcusbassp2]

I don’t think ur supposed to eat ice cream like that ☝️

@kirk-the-ripper

[jaymz-hetfeeld-blogg]

Why did you scar slash for life when he walked in on u

not my fault. i mean who walks into a room without knocking??? you’d think he woulda learned from that incident with his mom and david bowie yknow??

[symph0ny-0f-destructi0n]

Reasons I love my current band number one because they don’t spit food into each others mouths

(@larsulrichsblog @lionhetfield gross ass mfs)

[jason-newkid]

we finally developed pics from this rly old camera i’ve had for like, ever cuz the film finally ran out 🕺

[kirkhammettsblog]

hehe, he’s so handsomeedhfdf

@jnewstedd

[kirk-the-ripper]

The only boot you’ll EVER catch me licking. 😏😂🤭

@jaymz-hetfeeld-blogg

[kirk-hammett-bl0g]

[jamiehetfield]

uh, i have nothing else to post so take these photos of me (and a gif of my pretty boy staring at me).

[larsulrichsblog]

WAS A FUCKING MESS LMAAOOO (bro fucked up the song😭🙏🏻)

@kirk-the-ripper @jaymz-hetfeeld-blogg @xbazattackx @mrparadisecity @duffffff-mckagan @slash-serpentine

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

could you do something with 80s jamie??

A/n: inspired by this picture I found of James

Warnings: smut, mention of drinking, mention of drugs/drug usage, riding, squirting, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

After a hard night of partying James went back to the hotel they were staying in where there was even more partying. The halls were filled with people drinking, drugging and, most importantly, fucking.

James joined in, obviously, but it ended with him blacking out. He wasn’t the only one, the green carpeted halls were lined with drunkards and druggies.

He was crashed on his back, head spinning. He wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming or just that wasted. All he knew was he felt amazing.

When his vision cleared enough he realized what was happening.

You wouldn’t label yourself a groupie, per se. Sure, you followed your favourite bands around and yeah, maybe you had fun figuring out where they partied or crashed, but that didn’t make you a groupie, just intrigued. A fan.

However, when you spotted James lying shirtless on the ground, a prominent bulge in his jeans, you couldn’t help yourself, straddling him and pulling out of his confines.

As he soon realized you were bouncing on his cock a smile spread across his face, his hands moving to your hips. “Fuck me.” He groaned.

“I-I’m trying.” You said through moans. Your hands planted on his chest, stabilizing yourself as you fucked yourself on his dick.

James chuckled lowly, his grip on your hips tightening until he was holding you in place. “Not hard enough, clearly… just hold still for me.” You huffed at the lack of friction, you’d been so close to your high and be ripped that from you.

However, the feeling of disparity was quickly replaced by pleasure as he thrusted up into you, setting a quick pace as he raced for his own high.

“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck-!” He groaned, your own high moans echoed off the walls. You didn’t care that you were waking people up or that you had more than James’s eyes on you, you were so, so close, nothing else mattered.

James’s eyes trailed over you, one hand moving from your hip so he could rub your clit with his thumb. You gasped at the sensation, legs giving out under you as you came, hard, squirting over James, his stomach and chest, soaking his jeans and the carpet beneath him.

He stared wide eyed at you, starstruck almost as you slowly lowered yourself onto him.

You rolled off of him, his dick already hard again as he slipped out of you, a string of his cum connecting the both of you.

James held you close as you quickly fell asleep against him, he couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes, mind busy replaying what you did over and over again.

You wouldn’t label yourself a groupie. When you woke up the next morning in James’s bed in the tour bus you just curled up closer to him, letting him play with your hair.

You weren’t a groupie, just interested.

[marcusbassp2]

AHHH LOOK HOW CUTEEEE!!!! @jason-newkid

[mcgovneydotcom]

it's gonna get you and eats your organs.

WHAT. THE FUCK. IS THAT.