#lars ulrich imagines

[samiwife]

Oversized Shirts ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Lars Ulrich x Reader)

A/N: Hey everyone! Please send in some requests because I'm running out!!! Hope you enjoy it <3

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

You sat on the floor of your guy's closet apartment. You two were sorting out some clothes for the closet. You guys recently moved into the apartment, you two bought together. You and Lars have been dating for many years. Initially, you and Lars were best friends before you dated. Until one day, Lars confessed he had feelings for you and you did too and that's how you and him became a couple. You sat on the floor, sorting boxes. Your and Lars' stuff was mixed together in boxes when you guys moved in together. You picked up your shirts and pants and folded them.

Lars was busy setting up his drum kit in the studio in the apartment. You also sorted Lars' stuff from the boxes. You folded his clothes and placed them on his side of the closet. While folding his shirts, you spotted a nice shirt he owned. It was an AC/DC shirt. It was oversized since Lars was bigger than you. You smiled and took it. You were wearing a tank top and shorts. You took off your tank top and put on the oversized tee. You got up and walked to the studio where Lars was. You saw him setting up the speakers for his drums.

"Hey baby, I got done folding your stuff. Do you need anything?" You asked from behind him. Lars shoots up and turns to look at you. He smiles and walks over to you. He pulls you in by the hips and Lars pulls you in for a kiss. He pulls away and looks down. "Is that my shirt?" Lars says while pointing at the shirt.

You laugh and smile. Lars blushes and wraps his arms around your waist. "Yeah, it is your shirt. I thought it looked nice so I guess I stole it." You said while looking into his eyes. He smiles and blushes more. "But, why that shirt. I have plenty of better shirts. I haven't worn that shirt in months." Lars said while looking down at the shirt you're wearing. Lars grabs your hand and leads you to the closet where you sorted the clothes. In the closet, Lars grabbed 3 shirts for you to try.

"Here babe, try these on. These would look better on you. Plus these shirts are ones I wear more often." Lars said while handing you the shirts. You smiled and took off the shirt you were wearing. You wore a bra underneath so you weren't completely topless. Lars jokingly covered his eyes to pretend he wasn't looking.

But, he already knew how you looked without clothes. You rolled your eyes and took his hand off his eyes. "Lars you already know what I look like without clothes you big dummy." You said holding his hand. Lars smiled and looked down You rolled your eyes and put on the first shirt. It was a Black Sabbath shirt. The shirt was still oversized for you. But you didn't mind at all. It was nice and cozy. You looked down at the shirt and smiled. Lars stares at you and blushes. He looked in awe that his girlfriend loved his shirts. He smiles and walks up to you and hugs you tightly. You smile and chuckle.

"What's the deal with you? You seem so lovey-dovey today. You're usually super shy." You said while Lars held you in his arms. Lars smiled and snuggled his head in your chest. "What? I can't be nice to my girlfriend? I just love you that's all." Lars said. You laughed and stroked his long hair. "No, I didn't say you can't be nice it's just surprising. It's really nice, you should be more confident. I'm your girlfriend I'm not going to hurt you, Lars." You whispered in his ear. He smiled in your chest. You laughed and held him higher in your arms. "I love you too, Lars." You whispered in his ear again.

[rockmetalbabe]

IMAGINA → METALLICA : LARS ULRICH

Imagina haber ido a la misma escuela en Dinamarca con Lars hasta que se mudó. A pesar de la distancia, mantuvieron constante comunicación hasta que un día decides sorprenderlo apareciendo en el backstage de un concierto de Metallica.

GIF: flyinghetfield | masterlist

[r0syr3a]

I'm gonna start working on a Lars piece this weekend!! I'm gonna try and make it a longer piece than the other three so it may take longer to put out

Our Danish baby girl doesn't get nearly enough love and it makes me sad

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Give em the ole razzle dazzle

[geffenrecords]

fan account on meeting metallica around 1986-ish

[clem900]

100%

[andjusticeforjames]

My body his choice

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Using Safe Words - Metallica pt.1

A/n: Basically just scenario's where a safe word is used and how Metallica members would react. This is only James, Lars and Kirk, if you'd like to the bassists or other bands even let me know :3

Link to part 2

Warnings: Smut, angst, use of a safe word, rough sex, sex toys, if you think you won't be comfortable reading that that's fine protect yourself before reading content :3 Also, if there's anything you think I missed let me know!

James had you bent in half on the couch. He had had a rough day at the studio, everyone was just on his ass and in his face and it was driving him crazy, so when he got home you offered to help him destress. Only you hadn’t anticipated this...

Don’t get me wrong, James was always on the rougher side of things but this was pushing it. He’d been manhandling you and pulling more orgasms out of you than your body could take at this point. It didn’t matter how sensitive you were, how weak or overstimulated you were, James just didn’t stop and your begs and pleads only seemed to fuel his need for dominance.

His hips were slamming against your at an unholy as he held your knees to your chest. “Fuck, pretty little slut, barely keeping your eyes open?” Your eyes were rolling back, your brain was practically useless at this point and you were shaking uncontrollably underneath James. James slapped you across the face, hard. You cried out but he didn’t care and did it again. “Fucking look at me when I’m railing you.” He ordered.

“Ja-Jamie, Jamie, please!” You sobbed, tears streaming down your red face. “Can’t-can’t take it, please!”

“Whiny whore.” He groaned, slapping you again. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Pumpkin.” You sputtered, your voice was weak and he barely heard it. James laughed and stared down at your weak form.

“What was that? Gotta speak up, bitch.”

“Pum-pumpkin, please, pumpkin!” You sobbed, tossing and turning. James froze, any cold demeanour he had vanished in an instant.

“What was that?” He asked, his voice now basically a whisper. You didn’t respond and just continued sobbing. James slowly pulled out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” He littered kisses all over your face, soft and gentle ones. He wiped the tears from your eyes and held you close. “I’m so, so sorry, love, how about I run you a nice warm bath, yeah? Then we can watch a movie or something, how does that sound?” You gave a small nod and he carried you to the bathroom.

He never let go of you while he got the bath ready, sprinkling in smelling salts, lighting a few candles and even adding in rose petals. Fake ones he was saving for a special occasion but he felt you needed them now more than anything.

“Do you want me to get leave?” He asked once he got you in the tub. You shook your head.

“Just-just hold me.” Your voice was still shaky as you mumbled. “Please.” James smiled and got in with you, pulling you close to his chest. He continued to whisper praises and apologise in your ear, pressing soft kisses all over your face and asking if you’re ok.

Lars was always a dick. He’d refuse to let you cum or make you cum so much you couldn’t remember your own name. Then there’d be times when he would only focus on his own pleasure and completely disregard whether you finished or not. Usually, this was just to annoy you, rile you up and what not, plus there’d always be days when he was just perfect for you, making sure everything was just right. He’d have his moments, for sure.

Today was nothing like anything he’s put you through. He’d just come back from a tour with Metallica and said he was all pent up. Of course you understood, you’d been feeling just the same, and so you ended up in the bedroom.

Your wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts. Lars had two vibrators in either of your holes, with one perfectly pressed against your clit. Lars was pistoning himself in and out of your mouth, not caring if you could breathe or not. You were gagging, not necessarily because of him but just because you needed air, he didn’t care either way, he just enjoyed the noises coming from you like sweet music to his ears.

“Fuck, so good for me.” Lars moaned out, throwing his head back in pleasure. Your whole body was hot and tight, not in the usual way. The high speed vibrations, the stretch you never welcomed, Lars standing over you and being unable to even try to move through all of it just made everything hurt. Painful, is what it was.

You tried to choke something out but the words couldn’t form around Lars. “Oh, I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked with a grin, pulling out enough for you to talk.

“Please, just-” You didn’t get a chance to finish as Lars slammed himself right back past your lips. Again you gagged while he cackled above you. You pulled and thrashed against the restraints but every move just made the feelings down below so much worse.

Lars pulled out again, still snickering. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you wanna try again?” He asked, you knew he’d just do it again so you blurted out the only thing you thought could get him to stop.

“Pump-!” Again he cut you off. This time his laughter was short-lived when he processed what you were trying to say.

“Wait, what?” He asked, moving completely off of you. He held your face as he always did, caressing your cheek.

“Pumpkin, please, pumpkin!” You sobbed, writhing at the pain coursing through you. Lars immediately panicked, rushing to take everything off and out of your. As soon as you were able to, you pushed yourself to the corner of the bed, curling in on yourself as you cried, trying to forget what you just experienced.

Lars came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was that bad.” His voice was soft and a little shaky. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why-why would you-would you do that to me?” You asked through quiet sobs. He shook his head, nuzzling against you.

“I didn’t-I don’t-I just-” He started and stopped his sentences before just giving up. “I’m so, so sorry, love.” He held you a little longer before getting up and walking out of the room. He returned a few minutes later with a cloth and started wiping you down. The cloth was coarse and rough against you. You snatched it out of his hand and started cleaning yourself off in a more delicate fashion. “I’m sorry, can I just-” He reached for it again but you turned away from him. He gave a small nod and went to the closet.

You watched him dig through the clothes, tears making your vision a little blurry and you couldn’t stop sniffling. Lars came back to you, standing beside the bed and holding out clothes for you to take. One of his band shirts and a pair of his sweats. You looked between him and the clothes in his hands for a moment before taking them and slowly getting them on. “My body hurts.” You muttered, voice shaky.

“I’m sorry.” He said again. “I can set up a movie for us? A bubble bath? Whatever you want.” You thought about it for a moment before giving a small nod.

“A movie sounds nice.” Lars smiled at you and rushed off to set up a movie for the two of you in the living room.

A few weeks ago Kirk had brought up the idea of having a threesome to which you immediately turned down, that was not up your alley at all. Kirk dropped it when he saw how much you disliked the idea and for a while you thought that was the end of it.

Kirk brought you on tour with him, it was just for a week for his birthday and you intended to spend as much time with him as you could during his special day. The two of you finally had some alone time in your hotel room and were watching a movie, he kept touching up your leg and teasing you a bit, so you decided to indulge and have some fun.

You were straddling his lap, your tongues exploring each other’s mouth as you interchanged moans and groans. Kirk’s hands were roaming your body, groping your ass. He’d have his hands on your hips and pull you down while grinding the tent in his pants against you, drawing more sounds out of the both of you.

Everything was fine until you heard a deep groan that didn’t sound anything like Kirk, plus it was coming from the other side of the room. You pulled away, Kirk went to kiss your neck, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin. You glanced over your shoulder and saw James in a chair not far away with his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it up and down.

Fear shot through you and you pushed yourself off of Kirk, looking between him and the lead singer. “What the fuck?!”

“What?” Kirk asked, looking genuinely concerned for you. “You said no threesome so I figured James could just watch.” He explained. You can hear it in his tone that he’s doubting the idea as he says it. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. With no verbal disagreement Kirk leaned over to you again and kissed you. You slapped him. He didn’t look confused or hurt, just a little sad that he made you uncomfortable.

“Fucking pumpkin! I told you when you brought it up the first time, why would this be ok?!” He didn’t say anything and just looked down at the sheets. You scoffed and stormed out of the room and into the bathroom, taking a moment to breathe and just get yourself calmed down.

Several minutes pass and you hear a knock on the door. “Sweetheart?” Kirk called, his voice soft. “Can I, uh, can I come in?” You waited a moment before opening the door, holding yourself and pouting at him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told James that it was ok without talking about it with you.”

“You shouldn’t have even talked to him about it knowing that I wasn’t comfortable with stuff like that!” You argued. Kirk nodded and looked down again.

“Look, why don’t you take the bed and-and I’ll sleep in the tub.” He suggested, even taking a step around you to get to the small bath.

“Why would you do that?”

“I figured, you know, you wouldn’t want to share a bed with me after-” He paused and took a seat on the edge of the bath. “After that.” He sighed, running a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, it was really dumb, I promise it won’t happen again.” You nodded and sat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I still want you to sleep in bed with me.” You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers together. “Sleep isn’t the same when I know I can’t steal your blankets.” You smiled up at him.

“I think I’d prefer the tub.” He chuckled. Kirk pulled you closer and kissed your forehead.

[micanaing]

Metallica

Every time I pick up this book and look at the picture’s I start jumping like a child who just got candy

[vinyldreamsfuckup]

So High School

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kirk…oh my god,” you moaned out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[samiwife]

Hiii! First of all, I really like your Lars work Oh my god Sooooo cute!!! <3

I want something spicy with him more and also Metallica and MCR!

I love both of them so much! Plssss

Yes! Of course! Thank you for the support <3 (This is going to be THREE separate parts, Lars and Kirk from Metallica and Gerard Way from MCR)

A/N: The fanfics coming will be smut. Since there are going to be three fanfics. There will be 3 posts in total. This will be part one. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME <3

T/W: Rough sex, oral sex, pet names, cussing.

Reader discretion is advised! (Read at your own risk)

Rough Music 𓆩♡𓆪 (Lars Ulrich x Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

Lars was always fond of records and CDs. He always collected them and would often take you to his favorite CDs and record shops. Lars' favorite bands were always Black Sabbath, AC/DC, and Led Zepplin. Those were your favorite bands too. That's how you and he always got along. Through the power of music, you and him always jammed out together. So one day, Lars and you went to his favorite record store to pick up his record from AC/DC. You two walked down the street to the record store, Lars held your hand as you walked. "So is this your favorite album from AC/DC?" You asked Lars while staring at him. Lars smiled and held your hand tighter. "Yes! This album is one of the best they released. It has more of a rough and metal sound. I'm so excited to buy it." Lars said while walking faster, you kept up the pace to walk with him. "Lars slow down, I can't keep running. My feet hurt!" You shouted out to him.

Lars looks back and slows down. "Sorry baby, I'm just so excited to get this record," Lars said while holding your hand again. "Haha, I can see you're like a kid in a candy store. It's so cute." You said while walking. Lars blushes and puts his arm around your shoulders as he walks. Eventually, you two reached the record store and walked inside. Lars quickly rushed to the rock record aisle and started shuffling through the record to find the right one he wanted. You stood to the side as he shuffled. He now really looked like a kid in a candy shop. Lars looked so joyful and excited about his favorite bands. Eventually, Lars found what he was looking for. He quickly grabbed it and rushed over to you.

"Look, baby, I found it. It looks so cool." Lars said while holding up the album to show you. You laughed and smiled. You looked at the album cover and nodded. "Cool, Highway to Hell sounds very cool. Let's go to the front and pay. I can pay for you if you want." You said while holding your hand out to hold the album. Lars smiled widely and handed you the album. You walked to the front and handed the clerk the album. The clerk knew you and Lars since you guys went to the record shop so often. "So just this, Y/N? This is for Lars right?" He asked while holding the album up. "Yeah, just this for today Thomas." You said nodding and shuffling through your bag to look for your credit card to pay. Thomas nods and scans the album.

"Okay, that'll be 30 bucks," Thomas said handing you the album. You nod and swipe your card. You then grab the album and walk over to Lars who is standing there staring at Thomas intensely. Lars always gets jealous easily, but he always knows you love him and only him. "Here you go, Lars! Let's go home and listen to this album." You said while holding his hand and kissing him on the cheek. Which made him snap out of the intense stare off to Thomas.

"Lars! Let's go, I want to listen to the album." You said pulling him out of the door. Lars smiled and walked out. "Lars, don't be jealous. Thomas is gay so you're fine. Plus Thomas is gross he picks his nose a lot." You said trying to reassure him. "But, I pick my nose too. Would you still love me?" Lars said with puppy dog eyes, you rolled your eyes and kissed him on the cheek. "You big dummy of course I do, if I didn't then I wouldn't be dating you." You said to him while walking back to the apartment.

Eventually, you two reached the apartment. You took out the keys and unlocked the apartment's door. You and Lars walked in and immediately went to the studio where all the speakers and CD players were. You sat on the couch in the studio and relaxed as Lars walked over to the speaker and CD player to load the album. You sat back and looked at him do his thing. You blushed at your boyfriend being so focused and excited about his music. Lars finally loaded in the record and pressed play. Lars quickly ran to sit next to you. You smiled and blushed. Lars held out his hand to hold yours. You held onto his hand as he wanted.

The first song of the album was "Highway to Hell". You listened in peace as the song ended and another came on. It was like this for an hour, until near the end when "Love Hungry Man" came on. This song sparked your attention. The lyrics made you sit up a little, you looked at Lars who also sat up. You blushed and held his hand tighter. Lars noticed you blush and smirked. Lars originally was laying his back on the couch but since he sat up he was closer. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you to his chest. You blushed harder. As you landed on his chest you placed your hand on his groin unknowingly. You can tell he was hard down there. You blushed even harder. Your face was red like a tomato. Lars now knows you know that he's hard.

"Y/N, could you help me? I have a little problem." Lars whispers in your ear in a low tone. You nod and breathe sharply. Lars' hand was on your butt gently stroking it. You laughed and gently climbed down to where his legs were. You unzipped his pants and quickly revealed his large member. You gulped and gasped at his size. This wasn't your first time doing it with Lars but it's definitely been a while. You chuckled and leaned down to his member. You licked the tip and soon started to swish your tongue around his member. Lars moaned and clenched his fist from the pleasure. Then you started to go further down and began to bob your head up and down on his dick. Lars moaned louder, grabbed a ball of your hair, and groaned.

You moan from the sudden roughness of Lars. You began to bob your head faster, Lars breathed in sharply and then started to huff and puff loudly. "God! Baby your mouth is such a gift," Lars said in a shaky voice. You slip his member from your mouth causing a loud pop from your lips. You moved your hand up and down on his member causing more pleasure for Lars. All you could hear was Lars's heavy breathing and moans. "Princess, I-I'm going to come!" Lars huffed out as you moved your hand faster. "Come for me, pretty boy." You whispered in a low tone. Lars moaned one last time before coming into your hands. It was hot and sticky. You smiled and chuckled.

You still continued to move your hand up and down, causing Lars to arch his back from the already heavy pleasure. "Agh! Y/N!" Lars shouted out. You moved your hand one last time down his member and let go. You climbed on top of Lars and kissed him roughly. Lars kissed back roughly too and put his hands around your waist. Lars pulls away and looks at you. "Baby, you were amazing. Thank you for helping me," Lars said caressing your face. "No problem Lars, your moans were so fucking hot. Kinda turned me." You said in his ears. Lars smirked and moved his hands down to your thighs. "Okay, so why not round 2?" Lars said while rubbing your thighs. You blushed and nodded.

[sourbites]

METALLICA MASTERLIST

hope u find something u like <3

KIRK HAMMETT:

Cottonmouth — Drug-fuelled, sloppy hotel sex.

"It's still a good night," Kirk hums to you. "Which means what? You want to keep going?" You test, looking up at him through your thick eyelashes. The daze of a coke-fuelled evening makes everything slow down and speed up at the same time. His plump lips capture yours, sloppy and wet kisses making your mouth tingle, migrating down your chin, teeth clashing as you swallow each other’s doped-up laughs.

Can't Tell You Why — Your friend Kirk dazzles you with how your first time should've went.

"Right." You sigh. Smoke billows from your parted lips. "I suppose you have? Done it right?" You're not sure why you ask that. You just want something to say. Preferably not about your (totally lacking) sex life. Kirk watches you for a moment or two, concluding you won't let this go. "But," He echoes, nudging you back. "I wouldn't say I've done it right." "Ideally," He shifts again, wanting to reshuffle his atoms. "Ideally, it'd be a bed..." A warm palm brushes your wrist and sneaks the joint from your fingers. "With you..." Your heart pauses. You stare at him, bewildered. "And me..."

Licking Wounds — Nothing says "cheer up" like drunk sex with the man you almost hate most.

In the corner of your eye, before everything that isn't your spotlight on Kirk fades away, the cheap neon sign lights bleed into the puddles on the pavement. "You want to make him jealous?" Kirk noses into your ear, skirting his fingertips around your hips restlessly. You know what he's alluding to. Does it always have to be about him? Why can't this just be for you? Cementing yourself to the moment, you rest your arms on Kirk's shoulders and lock them together, letting his worn-smooth leather jacket meld into your skin. "No. I just want to feel good." Satisfied, Kirk purrs, "I can do that," into the shell of your ear— before kissing the cartilage and grabbing an eager fistful of your ass.

JAMES HETFIELD:

What Remains After Fury — Needy James takes you backstage while on the clock for an encore.

"Fuck it," You hear him murmur lowly. "You wanna take your break right now?" You wring your hands in excited nervousness, despite finding yourself nodding. "We shouldn't take too long, though." You remind. The clock's still ticking, and there's a mass of fans preparing for an encore, crowding around the stage restlessly. "Don't you fuckin' worry about that," James' hand is already rushing you into some emptied-out storage room, hot on your heels himself.

Wildsun — James loves adopting strays. This time, it's you. When you're in desperate need of a change, you find your place on a grumpy cowboy's ranch.

"Wow," You're stupefied, head fogged with the smell and the heat of him. "That's one way to thank me." James chuckles, his mouth brushing against your temple, unwilling to truly part so soon. You've never seen him - or any man, really - wear happiness this way before. "Easy, Darlin', don't swoon too hard." Your fists curl around the collar of his shirt, your back arching felinely as you tiptoe up to reach him since he's not helping you by swooping down like last time. Last time, your heart trembles. Last time, when you kissed him. "Don't backtrack now, Cowboy."

Honeymoon Headcannons with James

LARS ULRICH:

Bruise — Nothing a hate-fuck can't fix when it comes to creative differences, right?

"You want me to give you something real? Fine. Just don't fucking ruin it this time." He rasps, huffing, his tone biting. At full tilt, Lars bee-lines into you, half dragging you into him and half scuffling his shoes on the floor to meet you. He rips you through the air towards him by your wrists. If your head wasn't spinning, maybe you'd realise that his hands tremble around you, his mouth watering. Your lips smack together, matching in a twistedly tender overlap of his top lip between yours, your bottom lip between his. Your hands fist into the collar of his dumb shirt, one of those ones where the neckline's gone in some botched DIY job. His nose bumps yours, teeth clashing in your mouth, and you find yourself allowing the kiss, letting your eyes close. Although he still makes you steam with rage.

JASON NEWSTED:

Whiskey and Coke — All roads that begin with cosying up to Jason will inevitably lead to sex.

He watches you. Adjusts his pockets. "How'd you feel about cheering me up?" His fingertips brush against the edge of your jawline. "Can I kiss you?" His breath ghosts across your face, sweetening the air around you into something so hot you physically feel yourself melt. With a brave inhale, you tip your weight forward. Both Jason's hands hook around the small of your back; your hands slide up, rounding out around his shoulders. It feels a little clumsy with the alcohol, a little intimate with nothing but the sounds of soft, hitching breaths in anticipation. The first thing you notice is that he's tense. And so warm that it feels as if he envelops you.

[aishnico]

https://www.tumblr.com/aishnico/727555979828412416/more-cliff-please-omg

It was so beautiful can you do one about a daughter pls …. Mommy with lol

#𝘾𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙁 𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙊𝙉: 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

» summary: the talented bassist cliff burton himself plants flowers with his wife and daughter

» word count: 2.8k

» warnings: none, except tooth-rothing fluff (+ 🎁) allusions to suggestiveness ( ͡�� ͜ʖ ͡°), grammar issues

» a/n: i’m not gonna excuse myself for posting this after more than a year (i bet whoever sent me this request hates me even 😞) it was kinda difficult for me to write this because before the final version, i wrote couple of other versions which i’ve found them cringe (this is also) so i deleted them. anyway i hope y’all like it 😓💕

cliff burton is a great bassist of one of the best bands in the world. he’s written many iconic songs, and has performed in countless stages both around the country and world legendarily. he is loved at almost every corner around the world, and a lot of people are following the road he leads and wishing to become like him.

who would ever think that he’s good at gardening too?

“sweetheart, what are you doing?” cliff paused digging a hole in the soil. he just got a giggle from your daughter, obviously knowing that she’s up to something. “nothing~ why would you ask that?”

“aren’t you the one who pleaded to buy these flower seeds? and yet here i am, doing all the work… not fair, dove, not fair.” he dramatically sighed, causing another giggle let out from her.

“i’ll join you just in a second, daddy.” there was a mischief in her tone. and he felt her tiny hands on his long, auburn hair again. he could see where was this going, but didn’t say anything more.

“where’s mommy?” cliff asked, changing the subject. she shrugged off, “she said she’ll pay a visit to auntie bonnie but that was like an hour ago?”

“auntie bonnie?” he paused, lifting an eyebrow. “she didn’t say anything about it to me.”

she didn’t reply as she started to hum a familiar song he couldn’t recognize yet. he decided to ask you about it later. “hey, can you pass me that flowering can?”

he sighed quietly when he realized she was too busy to braid his hair, not to mention that she was putting a couple of flowers here and there. she frowned when he suddenly stood up, causing his half-braid to come loose and flowers falling. “daddy, you ruined everything!”

“ruined what, doll?” he chuckled, grabbing the watering can he mentioned. “if you’re not gonna help me, i’ll get no presents for you from tours.” obviously lying…

“wha- that’s not fair!” she pouted, causing him to laugh. with one quick move, cliff lifted her, causing her to gasp loudly. “put me down!” soon the sounds of laughter filled the backyard as he started to spin her in his arms.

“are you gonna help me now?” he planted a kiss on her cheek, and she squeezed her eyes in discomfort. “your mustache tickles.”

“i’m not gonna shave it though.” she could feel his hidden smirk.

“yeah, don’t do it. it suits you.”

“oh yeah? good to hear that.” when he was about to kiss her cheek again, the parking sound of a car was heard. she look at him, excited. “do you think it’s mommy?”

“there’s one way to find out.” he only hyped up her, causing her to smile more. “c’mon”

cliff sneaked to the front of the house with your daughter in his arms, trying to imitate a secret agent to excite her more. “what do you see?” she whispered to him.

“hmm,” he saw nothing but your car and your thoughtful figure as you were looking at some papers. he wondered if this was somehow connected with his sister. “i see our runaway and the car she stole without any permission.”

“oh no!” she put her hands on her mouth, covering. “do you think she’s hiding something from us?”

“i’m afraid, that’s how it seems…” he dramatically lowered his gaze and pressed his lips together. she gasped loudly again in response.

you heard some whispers behind the house, lifting your left eyebrow in curiosity and checking if there was someone there. as you heard the familiar gasp, you smirked to yourself and put the papers inside your bag. you made your way to the backyard in big, slow steps. the whispers stopped, and when you turned your head to look behind the house you gasped, horrified. “boo!”

“sh-“ you look at cliff with a panicked face, not finishing what was coming. “sweetheart, you scared me!”

“teehee, you deserved that, mommy!”

your right hand was still holding your chest to ease up. “what did i even do?”

“you left us without saying anything in the morning, i woke up in the cold bed, you know..” you felt cliff’s free hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “hi, love.” he murmured against your neck.

a soft sigh left your mouth as you planted a gentle kiss on top of your daughter’s head while your other hand was patting your husband’s fluffy hair. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to worry both of you.”

“it’s okay, now that mommy’s here, we all can plant the flowers right?” she asked with excitement.

“yeah, but first, i’m gonna change my clothes.” you smiled and pinched her cheek while freeing yourself from cliff, not missing shooting a wink to him before entering the house. cliff put her down, fixing her hair. “i’ll be right back, don’t touch anything before we return okay?” when she nodded to him he followed you behind.

you were checking yourself out in the mirror when cliff bursted inside the room. there was a confused look on his face which you couldn’t understand why. he made his way towards you and wrapped his long arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck once again. “hi again, love.”

“hey,” you didn’t move as you let him stay like this a little bit more. “is everything alright?”

“yeah, it’s just like i said, i was a little bit sad when i woke up without you by my side, you know i’m leaving soon.”

“ugh don’t remind me…” you sighed in sadness. “sorry again.”

“where were you by the way? princess told me that you went to see bonnie.”

“uh, yeah.” you slightly shifted from your position. “i needed to talk to her about something.”

you felt him move his hands from you, moving to the bed. “you act so mysterious, you know, but i’m not gonna question it.” he threw one of his t-shirts to you before leaving the room. you quickly put it on and followed him behind. it caught him off guard when you wrapped your arms around his torso, slowly moving his head backward to meet your gaze.

“hey, i’m not hiding from you okay? nothing bad i mean…”

“oh so you are hiding something?” he playfully asked, making you break the eye contact with a little bit of shyness.

“we’re going to talk about it later, yeah? promise.” you planted a short yet gentle kiss on his lips on your tiptoes. when you wanted to walk away, cliff pulled you gently to himself, putting his large hands on your already-heated cheeks. he connected your lips in a second, starting a gentle kiss. you hummed and opened your mouth for more access. he smiled before deepening the kiss without realizing it, then leaned his forehead on yours.

“cliff,” you broke the kiss unwillingly. “we should get going before she starts whining.”

“yeah, right” he sighed and intertwined your hands, leading you to the door. when you reached the backyard again, you saw your daughter lying on the grass, making a flower crown of various ones while humming a song. you stopped cliff, turning your face to him.

“babe, can you please get the camera from the living room? i really want to take a photo of her in that position.” he hummed then made his way back to the house again. you smiled at how your little girl was looking beautiful and serene. that moment, you decided to sneak behind her and surprise her like she did to you. but when you got closer to her, she suddenly shifted her gaze to you with a smile.

“well well, what do we have here?” you made her blush as you laid beside her. “hi, mommy! i missed you.”

“i missed you too sweetie! auntie bonnie says hi and misses you too. asked me to kiss you for her.” she giggled when you planted a wet kiss on her cheek. “i miss her too,” then she gasped. “can i go sleepover at her?” her eyes shone.

“for tonight?”

“yeah!”

“all right, i’ll ask her. but you have to help us to plant all these seeds which you begged us to buy, remember?”

“right..” she huffed and rolled her eyes. “when they are even going to bloom?”

“well, roses will bloom in about one and a half months. as for lilies and dahlias, it might take three or four…”

“that’s so long!” she whined. “but baby, we warned you when we were buying these.” there was a pout now on her face, and you decided to tickle her to make her laugh as you heard cliff’s approaching steps.

you slid both of your arms under her armpits and started to tickle her. seconds later sounds of non-stopping loud laughter filled the backyard. “m-mommy sto- hahaha!”

“think about how gorgeous they will look after months, love. we’re going to be the prettiest ones i swear.”

“really?!”

“yeah, all of our friends and relatives will want to take them for themself. but we’re not gonna let them, will we?”

“of course n- hahahaa! s-stop!” when her eyes welled up due to laughing you did as she said.

“say cheese!”

both of you turned your faces where the voice came from with the same expressions.

*click*

cliff walked towards you and laid beside both of you while waiting for the photo to come out. seconds later, you saw your and your daughter’s breathless and wide smiling faces. she took the photo of him and giggled. “we look so good, aren’t we, daddy?”

“damn right you both do.” he smiled but his face got wrinkled when you hit his chest with your elbow. “ouch!”

“what’s ‘damn’?” she asked curiously.

“what, did you mishear? he said ‘darn’, sweetie. now go and put the photo somewhere safe.” she nodded and ran a little bit far from you.

“you weren’t supposed to say that, you know?” you whispered quite annoyed.

“sorry, babe. it’s just out of habit.” he managed to quickly kiss you before you could say anything. you melted the moment you felt his lips on yours.

“she told me that she misses her auntie nowadays. even wants to go sleepover to her tonight.” he mumbled to your ear, making you blush a little bit. “she said the same things to me as well.” you replied.

“what do you think, hm?” it wasn’t helping when he was rubbing his nose on your cheek.

“i said, i’ll think about it.” you bit your lip and when your daughter was approaching you pushed him off.

“so, the seeds!” cliff cleared his throat then stood up while reaching his arm to you to help you stand up. you gladly took his hand.

“first, dig some not-too-deep holes okay? leave some space between them.” he instructed her as she hummed, doing as he said. “how many i should?”

“three seeds per flower should be enough.” you answered while watering the seeds cliff planted before.

“three is not enough!” she whined.

“sweetie, those nine seeds will tire you out before you can think of planting more.” cliff replied, putting little colorful flags she had made near the seeds. “you done?” she nodded in response.

“great, now grab the rest of the seeds and bury them into those holes. don’t forget to place these cute flags you made near them to remember where you buried them, alright?”

“yeah!” she excitedly ran to the little table where the packet was. seconds later, she returned and started to place them into holes. cliff glanced at her and walked to her side. “hey hey hey, if you’re gonna bury dahlias, you need to dig a little bit deeper.”

“but you said ‘not too deep’.” she got confused.

“well, glad i glanced at you now. i forgot to tell you an important thing about this. seeds of roses are small, that’s why you should bury them not too deep. size of lilies is bigger than roses so you need to bury them a little bit deeper than them. and dahlias’ seeds are bigger than these two. so you need to bury deeper compared to them.”

while he was explaining her details about seeds, you decided to take advantage of this moment and take a photo of them while being busy burying seeds. you grabbed the camera which wasn’t too far from you and positioned it comfortably.

she was digging and he was watching her movements carefully. when he told her to stop, both of them put a seed in a hole and then started to bury it.

*click*

both of them froze and then looked in your direction. you smiled at them and approached them. seconds later, the photo where they were planting appeared in your hands. “both of you look so good, i won’t distract you again.” you moved off from them after kissing their cheeks. cliff smiled like an idiot, watching you go in another direction with melted eyes. this didn’t escape her notice as she grinned. “daddy!” she called out to move his attention.

“ahem! yeah right, now put those flags and then you can start watering them.”

after spending about half an hour in the backyard, three of you decided to finally rest at home. cliff fell asleep on the bed more quickly than you expected. while you were lying beside him, moving his hair out of his face, the door slowly opened. it was no one but your daughter, looking secretly behind the door. you smiled and invited her to lay beside her daddy. her mouth opened in excitement then left the room. a confused look appeared on your face, trying to understand what happened. about five minutes later, she appeared in your room again this time with a couple of flowers in her hands. she sneakily got on the empty side of the bed with a grin.

“baby, what are you up to?” you asked in a whisper.

“while you were gone, i wanted to try something new on daddy. but he must have understood what i was trying to do so he ruined it.” she whispered back, already playing with his hair.

“ruined ‘what’ darling?”

“shh! you need to sleep too.” you just chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully, continuing to examine your oh-so-handsome husband, fingers caressing his pale cheeks. a couple of minutes later, your daughter got out of bed with a satisfied smile. “done, i’ll be right back.”

still being confused, you didn’t think much about her intentions. suddenly, his eyelashes started to flutter with furrowed eyebrows. you chuckled at his grumpy face. a loud yawn escaping from his lips as he tries to open his eyes wildly. when he saw your figure next to him, his expression changed into soft immediately. his arms wrapping around your torso once again. “morning, beautiful.”

“it’s actually afternoon but anyway. morning, handsome.” you giggled.

“a perfect way to wake up...” he mumbled with his husky voice, eyes now examining your face with pure adoration.

“i talked with bonnie, she said she would be delighted to have her as a guest tonight.” you gave him a sly grin.

“perfect, i’ll take her there in the evening.” he grinned the same way you did.

“cliff,” you bit your lip. “you know i can’t keep secrets from you right, so i’m gonna tell you something really important.”

his expression changed again into a serious one, eyebrows were furrowed again in worry.

“no, no, there’s nothing to worry about okay?” you inhaled, trying to find words to continue.

sounds of heavy steps were heard behind, cliff slowly turned around to look. and then…

*click*

cliff furrowed his eyebrows more, this time in confusion. “sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

“nothing, you just look really pretty, daddy.” she giggled and then ran in a second. cliff looked at both of his sides and then froze in place. “cliff?” you straightened up and looked in his direction then a gasp left from you.

his hair was in a long braid with various flowers.

he chuckled at the sight. touching his stylish hair. you smiled and put your head on top of his shoulder. “it suits you.”

“so that was what she was trying to do since morning huh…” he laughed.

“i saw her making a flower crown, she was probably gonna put it on your hair and then take a photo of you. but since you made her work today, she couldn’t get a chance before.”

“i don’t mind though if it makes her happy.”

“you’ll mind it if she shows that picture to her metallica uncles.” you smirked mischievously. his face fell exactly at that moment, quickly got up and went after her. “princess, if you show that photo to others, you’ll regret it later!” he shouted behind her.

sounds of giggles and laughter filled around the house not much later. while you were lying on the bed alone, you thought how lucky you were to have them and how you were gonna tell them that another flower was about to bloom nine months later.

dude was a family man i’m sure he would be happy to have more kids 🫂

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Such a slut

[metallicaislife]

Christmas Decorating - Metallica

Absolute chaos

You went to the Metallimansion and had to tear the garage apart in order to find the Christmas decorations

Like they were tucked away in the back corner so you had to take EVERYTHING out just to get to those two bins of decorations

You left the carnage for the guys to put back

You got the bins inside and they assembled

You wanted this to be fun, but you also wanted to actually get things done

So you assigned yourself as the organizer of the chaos

James and Cliff would be assembling the tree

Kirk was in charge of detangling the lights

Lars was helping you sort through ornaments and other decorations to go around the house 

You put some Christmas records on and the organized chaos began

“I’m not so sure that’s the piece that goes there…” James muttered

“Flip your piece right side up.” Cliff said 

“It is.” James answers

“No, like this.” Cliff says and flips it over

“That doesn’t look right.” James says

“It is.” Cliff answers and moves on 

“This is worse than guitar wires.” Kirk groans

You look over and he’s managed to wrap himself in the most confusing way in the lights

Lars laughs “I’ve got this, you go help Kirk.” 

So you abandon Lars and go to help detangle Kirk 

“Thank you.” Kirk smiles

You smile back and help him finish detangling the lights, laying them out in preparation to wrap around the tree

You and Kirk then helped Lars with the decorations

You started putting garland up around the house 

With not too many more arguments, James and Cliff finished the tree

You took it upon yourself to wrap the lights around the tree, Cliff helped when the top off the tree was a little too tall for you to reach 

Then the lot of you descended on the tree adding ornaments and tinsel chatting and laughing as you did so 

Cliff topped the tree with a star 

When you all finished you were exhausted, you plugged in the tree lights and it lit up beautifully

You hit the house lights, and made some cocoa

You all continued playing Christmas records and hung around in the living room admiring the tree with your favoritest people in the world

[humanrindswrites]

chopped

summary: lars has a surprise for his wife

pairing: lars ulrich x female reader

warnings: fluff

word count: 1197

a/n: an ode to lars' hair rip (obviously this takes place just before load was released)

When Lars had told her that morning that he wanted to make a ‘big change’, she wasn’t exactly sure what he meant. Did he want a new car? To change up his drumming style? Maybe he wanted to move them across the country. 

Stop worrying, it’s probably nothing, she told herself as she waited for him to come home.

The new album had been a long time in the making and was close to done, they just needed to shoot some photos for the booklet. She’d spent the ten months of recording with Lars when they’d all relocated to Sausalito and had enjoyed the change of scenery, but now she was ready to go back to L.A. and finally listen to the finished product that had been kept secret for so long.

Plus, she just wanted to have Lars to herself for as long as she could before he was packing up for tour again. If she closed her eyes, she could just imagine him right next to her: his head buried in the crook of her neck as he slept soundly, the scent of his cologne filling her senses, the feeling of his beautiful long hair as she’d run her fingers through it.

That beautiful mane was the only thing she could think about at that moment; how he took so long to dry and style it when he came out of the shower, the smell of his shampoo and conditioner, how soft and thick it was when she ran her fingers through it, how he groaned when she pulled on it during sex. 

Just as she was about to get lost in her thoughts, she heard the click of the front door unlocking before it creaked open. It was roughly eleven-thirty at night, much earlier than she usually expected Lars to come home. By this point in their relationship, she knew that he liked to work late at night, sometimes into the early hours of the morning. Something must have been going on if he was home so sharp.

“Baby?” he called through the house from the front door. “You home?”

She jumped up from her seat in the living room and raced to the front door, ready to see him and his gorgeous hair, only to be greeted by…

A hat. Why is Lars wearing a hat?

She shook the thought out of her mind and moved forward to hug him.

“Hi, honey,” she said as she greeted him with a hug. “How was the session?”

“Oh my god,” he said as he returned her hug and kissed her forehead, “great, but exhausting. I’m just glad that it’s finally finished.”

“So that’s it?” She pulled back slightly to see him. “No more recordings or photos? It’s all done?”

“All done,” he said proudly. “And now you can have me all to yourself.”

“Thank God for that,” she breathed as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I was starting to think you didn’t want to ever see me again.”

“I would never do that to you,” Lars said as he took hold of her face and lifted it to his. “It’s just that this album took longer than it was supposed to.”

“I know, I’m just messing with you,” she said before kissing him softly.

“Anyway, can we go eat? I’m starving,” he said as he broke away from her and headed off to the kitchen, her hand in his.

And still wearing that hat.

“What was this ‘big change’ you were talking about before?” she asked him once she took a seat at the island counter. “Surely it’ll have happened by now.”

Lars gave her a confused look before remembering.

“Oh, that!” he said as he rooted around in the fridge. “That was so long ago I forgot.”

“Well, don’t leave me hanging, what is it?”

“Okay, close your eyes.”

She hesitated a second before closing her eyes and covering them with her hands, making a show of his ‘big reveal’. She heard a brief rustling of fabric and something being placed on the counter, which only made her more curious.

“Okay, open ‘em!” 

She took her hands away from her face and opened her eyes, only to wish she’d kept them closed.

“What do you think?” Lars asked with a smile, showing off his new very short hairstyle.

“Who are you and what have you done with my husband?” she said in disbelief. 

In the entire time she’d known him, Lars had had long hair that he was very proud of and took very good care of. Seeing him without it was just… Weird. He looked like a completely different person, and if he didn’t have that smile that he always gave her, she wouldn’t have recognised him at all.

“Hey, I’m still me,” he said as he rounded the counter to stand next to her. “Me and the guys just wanted to do something different with our hair.”

“You and the guys? So you’ve all cut your hair?” 

“Yeah, well, not all at the same time, Jason cut his hair years ago and then we all ended up doing it. It wasn’t a collective decision or anything.”

“Next you’ll be coming home with tattoos,” she said, trying to recover from the shock of seeing her husband practically bald.

Lars laughed and hugged her sideways, kissed the top of her head before pulling her head into his shoulder. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen anytime soon, honey.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” she said in a slight singsong.

“Not fucking happening,” he said and let go of her to find something for dinner. “You’ll just have to settle for short hair instead.”

They made dinner together in relative quiet, having run out of things to say and Lars needing the quiet after such a full day around other people.

“You don’t like it, do you?” Lars asked quietly when they were getting ready for bed.

The question took her by surprise. She wiped her hands after applying her lotion and turned to face him.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just…” she trailed off, trying to find the right word. “Different.”

“You time to get used to it, I get it,” Lars said from his place in the bed. “I need to get used to it too. I just know that tomorrow I’ll get up and try to brush it like I normally do.”

She climbed into bed with him and cuddled up to him, their noses almost touching.

“It does feel nice,” she said as she stroked his hair. “It’s really soft.”

His eyes drifted closed and he smiled softly as he let her run her fingers through his hair. He shifted slightly and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her on top of him, lying flat on his back.

“You’ve still got enough length for me to pull on it,” she said, gently tugging at the ends to prove her point.

“See, I still thought about you,” he said before kissing her softly.

“But you’ll grow it back out eventually, right?” she asked, her voice muffled by his lips.

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.”