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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 2 days ago
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I want to peg lars, just incase you were wondering
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Is this your man
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Is this the face he makes
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boundbyeclipse · 2 months ago
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metallica and their main kinks
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hair pulling (g and r). lars is a freak who loves to have you at his mercy, pulling on your hair when he pounds you from the back on the leather sofa. he loves the way he can control you when you give him head too, your hair in between his fingers as he tugs on it quite strongly. but he also loves it when you ride him and have his hair in your fist, pulling and digging your nails into his scalp.
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oral (giving). we all know that this man just loves to eat a girl out. loves tasting you, teasing you and smirks against your folds if you cry out his name. looks up through his eyelashes from time to time to watch your face, his eyes dark and lustful. he also really enjoys edging you just to hear you beg for permission to cum. will be done on his own terms, not when you tell him to.
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choking (giving). with those large hands of his covered in tattoos, he knows the power he has over you. can jokingly wrap a hand around your neck, but he loves it and it drives him insane how you get so vulnerable so quickly. absolutely loses his mind if you’re under him, head thrown over the edge of the bed, with his fingers wrapped around your neck to choke you.
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fingering. he knows what he’s doing, let me just say this. rob knows how good it feels for you when he uses his thick fingers to please you, curling them up and hitting the spot every single time. once he’s done with you, he will suck on his fingers and taste your juices that are dripping down his hand. as a bonus, for more pleasure, rob will use his palm to press on your clit.
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manhandling. aware of his strength, jason uses it to his advantage. don’t worry, because even if you’re chubby, he’ll make sure to throw you on the bed and use his muscles to pin you down so you quit squirming. quite aggressive, but to an extent. won’t hurt you, unless you enjoy pain.
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hickeys (g and r). your neck, chest, thighs, whatever it is - he will kiss and suck on to mark what’s his (a hint of possessiveness). loves the way your skin gets covered in goosebumps once his teeth come in contact with your skin. but he also enjoys receiving love bites from you. so it’s like an indicator that the both of you belong to each other only.
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valwrites-stuff · 3 months ago
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Hi. Love your work so much. Can you please write about Lars × reader being friends for years but they both had crush on each other secretly and they never showed their real feelings for each other and finally Lars confesses about his feelings? And please include smut and thirst 🙈 sorry for my bad English anyway
All the words I don't say
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Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ smut, friends to lovers
Lars and I had been friends for years. We met after one of their shows in the early days of Metallica and instantly hit it off. We shared the same sense of humor, the same interests, and the same group of friends. But there was always something more between us, something unspoken.
We both had a crush on each other, but we never dared to admit it. We were afraid of ruining our friendship, of making things awkward between us. So we kept our feelings hidden, buried deep inside.
One night, Lars invited me to a party at the Metallimansion. He opened the door and we smiled at each other before he pulled me into a hug. "Hey I'm so glad you could make it," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
I returned his hug, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "I wouldn't miss a good party." I replied, feeling a rush of happiness at being in his arms.
Taking my hand, Lars energetically pulled me into the house, where the air was filled with the thumping bass of music, towards the rest of Metallica standing near the makeshift bar area. They were laughing loudly at some joke when they noticed the both of us approaching.
"Hey guys! Look who's here." Lars announced with a wide smile, pulling me closer to him possessively. His hand still holding mine tightly.
James raised an eyebrow at the sight of our joined hands. A smirk played across his lips as he looked between the two of us knowingly. "Hey Y/N, how you doing? You two look pretty comfortable there."
Kirk and Cliff chuckled knowingly and Lars quickly let go of your hand, his cheeks turning crimson. "Sorry Y/N. Let's get you something to drink, what do you want, beer, shots?"
I looked from our hands to Lars' blushing face. "It's ok...beer would be nice, yea..."
Lars nodded, grateful for the change of subject and hurried off to grab two bottles from the kitchen.
In the meantime, Cliff sidled up beside me with a sly grin. "So, you and Lars, huh? Never thought I'd see the day."
Before I could respond, Kirk chimed in excitedly. "Ooh, dish the deets! How did this happen? Did he finally work up the nerve to talk to you?" His eyes sparkled with curiosity as he leaned in closer.
My thoughts were suddenly all over the place, confusion written all over my face. "Wait, guys, what are you talking about? You seem to get something wrong..."
Just then, Lars returned with the drinks, handing one over to me carefully. He shot his friends a warning glare before they raised their hands in surrender, smirked and wandered off to find James.
I had no clue what was going on with Lars and the sudden assumptions but decided to find out later, feeling the need to get drunk first.
A few drinks later, I stood and mingled with some friends, I couldn't help but steal glances at Lars. He looked handsome as ever, with his feathered hair and easy smile. Seeing him talk to any girl made me feel a pang in my chest, knowing that I could not have him.
Intrigued by the boys' earlier words plus Lars's weird behavior, I decided to ask James about it, when I saw him standing outside by himself, but unfortunately, I only got a snicker and a shrug with the words, "Don't ask me, he needs to tell you himself."
The words echoed in my mind all night as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Could it be possible that Lars felt the same way about me?
As the night wore on and the drinks flowed freely, Lars eventually pulled me aside. He looked nervous, his hands fidgeting with his drink. "Hey, can we talk?"
I nodded before he led me to his room, away from the noise and prying eyes.
"Lars, what's going on with you tonight?" I asked, concern and confusion lacing my voice.
He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting mine. "I have something to tell you," he said. "I was acting weird because...I've been trying to figure out how to tell you something."
"Alright, here goes nothing..."
Lars took another deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say, his heart pounding as he looked into my eyes.
"I...I like you, Y/N. Like, really like you. More than just friends." The words tumbled out in a rush, as if he couldn't hold them back anymore. "I have for a while, but I didn't know how to tell you."
He reached out tentatively, taking my hand in his. His palm was sweaty, betraying his nerves. "I understand if this changes things between us. If you don't feel the same way. But I needed you to know."
Lars held his breath, waiting for my response. I was speechless. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Lars had feelings for me? It was like a dream, too good to be true.
"You... you like me?" I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with a mixture of shock and uncertainty.
"Yes, Y/N," he replied, his gaze unwavering. Time seemed to stand still as I processed the implications of his words. Had I been so oblivious to his feelings?
"I don't know what to say, Lars," I admitted, my voice barely above a murmur. "I never expected this."
"I understand," he said softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "This is... quite unexpected, I guess."
I took a deep breath and met his gaze. "Lars," I said, my voice filled with a newfound confidence, "I think I feel the same way."
He looked back at me, surprise registering in his eyes. "You do?"
"Yeah I always had a little crush on you to be honest...I just thought you weren't interested in me..."
He looked taken aback for a moment, but then a smile slowly spread across his face. "I had no idea... You're quite good at hiding it, playing it cool, you know."
Lars stepped closer, the gap between us slowly closing. "Maybe I should have been less subtle...and do this." He gently cups my cheek and leans in to press his lips against mine.
The kiss was gentle and slightly hesitant at first, a silent question in his touch. But slowly he deepened it, his other hand coming up to rest at the small of my back, pulling me closer.
Before long, we moved onto the bed, sharing fiery kisses. Lars hand slipped beneath my top, gently caressing my skin. I arched into him, craving more of his touch as he broke the kiss and leaned in, his breath hot against my ear as he murmured, "I've wanted this for so long."
"If this is just a dream, don't wake me up." I heard him chuckle and smile before he started to undress me until I was almost left bare, his own clothes following right away.
Lars' lips crashed into mine once again, his body covering mine as he settled between my thighs. His hands circled my breasts as his muscular chest pressed against my soft mounds and his arousal brushed against my belly, a clear indication of the desire coursing through his veins.
As he pulled back from the kiss, his fingers wandered and brushed against my damp panties, making me gasp.
"You sure about this?" Lars' eyes were dark with lust as they locked with mine, a silent promise of the pleasure that awaited and I could only nod, eager for more. "I'm sure."
He smiled and pulled my panties down my legs before his skilled fingers danced along my slick folds, teasing my throbbing clit with feather-light touches that sent jolts of electricity through my body. I arched into his touch, desperate for more contact, more pressure.
He lavished attention on my neck now, peppering kisses along my jaw. My skin prickled with goosebumps as he worked his way down, leaving a trail of heated passion in his wake.
Lars positioned himself between my spread legs, his cock, hard and insistent, prodded at my entrance, seeking permission to claim me fully.
He paused, searching my face for any sign of hesitation or discomfort, but found only lust-filled eyes gazing back at him.
Slowly, deliberately, Lars pushed forward, sinking into my welcoming heat. A soft moan rips from his throat as my walls clench around him, enveloping his shaft in slick, pulsating warmth.
Once he was fully sheathed, Lars stilled, allowing us both to savor the intense sensation of being joined so intimately.
As he began to move, I stared up at him with dreamy eyes before he leans in to kiss me once more, whispering against my lips. "You're utter perfection."
The tenderness of his declaration contrasted beautifully with the passion of his lovemaking. Each deliberate stroke of his cock inside me sent waves of pleasure crashing over my senses. My legs wrap around his waist, urging him deeper, my heels digging into the small of his back.
The world narrowed to the feel of skin on skin, the sound of heavy breathing, and the relentless pulse of our hearts beating as one.
With each stroke, Lars brought me closer to that yearning sensation. "Lars, don't stop."
"Never, babygirl," Lars said, his voice strained with pleasure as he continued to piston in and out of my slick heat. His hips snapped forward with increasing urgency, driving his length deeper into me.
My nails dug into his shoulders, holding on for dear life as the coil of tension in my belly wound tighter and tighter. Every fiber of my being screams for release, begging to be swept away.
"Lars!" I cry out, my voice a desperate whine. "I'm so close!" In response, he angled his thrusts to hit that magical spot within me, sending shockwaves of bliss rippling through my core.
The pressure built, cresting higher and higher, until finally, with a loud moan suppressed by his mouth capturing my lips, I came undone, my body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.
At the peak of my climax, Lars buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he reached his own summit with a passionate moan.
"Oh fuck, that was incredible. "Lars cradled me close, his heart hammering against my chest as he kissed my lips.
Eventually, the storm subsided, leaving us both spent and sated. Lars carefully withdrew, his softened member slipping free with a wet pop. He gathered me into his arms, holding me tightly as we both basked in the warm aftermath of our lovemaking.
"You're amazing, I think I love you..." Lars murmured, his voice rough with emotion.
"I think I love you too..." I mustered a bright smile, and just lay there with him, embracing the warmth of Lars' strong arms, I allowed myself to drift into a peaceful reverie, the pounding music and laughter from below fading into insignificance.
After a while, Lars gently disentangled himself from me. "We should probably get dressed and rejoin the party," he suggested, a hint of reluctance in his tone.
With a sigh, I nodded, knowing he's right. The night was still young, and our friends would surely wonder where you've disappeared to.
"What are we gonna tell the guys?" I asked with a chuckle. "Are we gonna show off?"
"We don't. They knew all along. And yes, we're gonna show off because you're stuck with me now." Lars answered with a smirk.
"Stuck with you, huh? Well, I suppose I can live with that."
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artemisrogers · 6 months ago
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Demon in Your Dreams Rhea Ripley x reader (comforting, first time, Toy play, eating out, and marking)
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Rhea Ripley comforts you after a rough day and depression episode. Little did you know she was gonna surprise you in a way you'd least expect from her as your girlfriend. Especially when she is your first.
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I unlocked the door to the apartment of the place Rhea and I shared. I didn't mean to slam the door when I walked in so I cursed under my breath. Flopping onto the couch I feel the tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I heard boots clunking onto the floor and saw Rhea come in she was in a black motionless in white shirt and black ripped jeans.
I already knew she'd read my body language even though we've been together for about one month. I felt my tears spill and leaned my head onto her shoulder the scent of her perfume comforted me. Rhea pulled me into a hug rubbing my arm gently. I fucking hated it when she saw me like this, so vulnerable and broken. I had already had a mental breakdown on the way home.
"What's got you so messed up darling?" Rhea said her Australian accent showing.
"I had a rough day at work and had a mental breakdown. I just want to be with you right now babe." I sobbed.
Rhea pulled me into her lap tracing my back and every once in a while leaving kisses on my shoulders. I loved when she comforted me like this especially after a mental health episode. Once I was able to calm down I left her kisses on her collarbone telling her I'm ok now. I usually switch between Dom and sub but with her I was a fucking sub! I'm a sucker for her.
Later on we both were getting ready for bed I was taking a shower. I put on one of my baggy hoodies I wore whenever I had an episode. It was one of Rhea's black hoodies from when we first met. Every once in a while she would spray her perfume on it which she did tonight. I smiled softly as I put on some sweatpants. I brushed my teeth and brushed out my hair putting it into a bun for tonight.
I didn't expect to see an empty bed as Rhea usually was the first one done and in her black and white skull pj's. I heard her chuckle and turned to feel the breath leave my lungs. She had on her black leather spike top that tied around her tattooed waist in the front with spikes on it, black jeans, and her long black hair was down against her shoulders. Rhea's black lipstick and goth makeup was on and I felt my heart fluttered. I didn't think she had a wrestling match tonight.
"I thought you were off tonight?"
"Pft oh I am I just have an idea of how to cheer you up baby." Rhea said as she took off her jeans revealing black ripped fishnets and black garters that accents her ass.
I felt a familiar heat in between my legs and swallow softly. Rhea walked over to me and tilted my chin up making my heart flutter. I realized what she meant and was fucking nervous as hell. Yeah sure I fucked a couple of guys but I never fuck a female before. Rhea softly laughed as if she couldn't already read me like a book before.
"Aw first time?"
"Y-yeah I've never had sex with a female."
"Don't worry I'll be gentle yeah?" She said going to her dresser and grabbing something from the top drawer.
I squeaked when I saw a strap on, lube, beads and an ass plug. I was both turned on but nervous as hell. Rhea put these things on our bed and pushed me onto the bed straddling my hips. I could already feel her heat and I let a moan escape me. She leaned in and kissed me passionately. Our lips tangled with our tongues as she guided my hand up to her breasts. I squeezed her left one and heard me moan at it.
Rhea sat on my hips her black lipstick smeared from our little make out session and grabbed the lube and butt plug. My breathing felt shallow as she started to take off her fishnets and garters. Fuck she was already wet. I flipped over expecting the plug to go into my own hole, but she takes at me.
"Oh no it's not for you I'll be using this while I fuck you. I like to overstimulate myself. Besides I wouldn't mind seeing you squirt as I put these beads inside your pretty pussy." Rhea teased as she gave me the plug to put in her ass.
I applied some lube onto the plug and her hole. I felt my arousal shoot through me like a drug when she moaned, as I slowly pushed the plug inside her. Fuck she was gonna usee like her fuck toy! I'm her slave. I felt her hands grip my breasts through my hoodie causing my nipples to harden under her rough touch.
"Fuck Mami's gonna make you feel real good tonight."
"Your going to drive me crazy Mommy." I moaned as I felt her other hand slip under my sweatpants and into my panties searching for my clit.
I watched her grab the beads as she ripped both my pants and panties off my body. I took off my top my small breasts bounced a little as they got shown. Rhea laid me back spreading my legs wide open my breath shaky as the cool air hit my pussy.
"So wet and pink for me aren't you? You gonna take these beads in that tight hole?" Rhea teased as she started to push the smallest bead into my pussy. As all of them were in she tugged the biggest one out.
Then the next biggest causing me to moan as my thighs clenched together. I whimpered when she smacked my thighs open tugging another bead out then pushing it back into my pussy. As the last one pulled out I felt my orgasm approaching real fast.
"Oh f-fuck Rhea! Ahh Rhea I'm close."
"Cum for me baby cum for Mami." Rhea purred before replacing the beads with her fingers.
That was enough to make me squirt all over her hand. Rhea left kisses and black lipstick on my inner thighs and pussy before she pulled away grabbing the strap on. I watched her put some lube in it and stroke it teasingly. I felt my whole body squirm as I spread my legs open.
Rhea hooked my legs over either shoulder as she lined the strap on at my entrance pushing in slowly. I couldn't hold back the dirty moans and whimpers from me as she started to fuck me roughly. My hands tangled in her hair, as I felt a knot in my stomach again.
I was close to cumming as she slammed the strap back into my wet pussy over and over again. I screamed her name as I clenched my thighs and milked the dildo imagining it was hers. Rhea pulled out once I finished orgasming and looked down at me with a smirk.
"Feel better love?"
"Yes Mami."
"Good girl now let's get you cleaned up."
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nuchester · 6 months ago
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Lars Ulrich Core 🤗
(Creds to kialovesmetal on tiktok!)
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aplaceforyourhearttorest · 8 months ago
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Baseline ༯ Lars Ulrich (18+)
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Your sports bag clings to your upper hip like a second skin as you make your way inside of the town you're visiting's local tennis club, an easygoing and excited smile lifting your reddened features despite your distain towards the engulfing heat, and its accompanied dry air making everything seem much more dense and heavier. The sound of children's animated laughter and the scuffs of their court shoes easily take over the now fading dual cacophony of blaring horns and annoyed shouts from the stoplight now a few yards away, and you nearly close your eyes in bliss as a cool breeze filters through, while the door slowly closes to latch itself behind your half clothed and cloying back.
They widen instead and quickly flicker to the right as a cold hand encircles itself around your forearm to fully tug you in, and you force yourself to take in a shaky breath as a girl around your age sends you an apologetic grimace and hastily takes a step back, her hand falling in tow. "Sorry about that, you probably couldn't hear me over all of the kids," she falters out, the slight stutter in her cadence and her obvious nervousness helps the rest of your hesitance and wariness dissipate. "You just look like a volunteer, and we're ten more kids away from a disaster and a shit show. I'm pulling at straws here."
"Well, luckily for you," You start, before playfully trailing off. Grinning amusedly at her words, you blindly reach back in search for the zipper on your bag, your eyes squinting with the enormity of your mirth as she lets out a cheer as soon as she sees the forest green polo in your raised fist. "What's going on, anyway? The last time I was here to sign up, this place was deserted, and now I can barely even see the exit to the courts from here." You raise an eyebrow as a group of excited parents and young teenagers eagerly make their way through the crowd, the matching shirts they have on and the lettering printed on them blurred with how fast they were clumsily attempting to travel through the packed lobby and front room. You halfheartedly toss your assigned shirt over your head, tugging your ponytail out of the back of the collar as you look around and shift your bag to each shoulder to slide your arms through the sleeve holes.
"Some metal band surprised us with a donation and agreed to come and watch the kids play for the day. They thought it would help us raise some more funds for the tennis club we've been saving up for to build on the other side of town." Your grin softens at her answer, and you allow her to grab ahold of your arm again to help guide you through the ever growing crowd, it beginning to look more like a concert than a place for people to play and practice at with each second that passes. By the time you two make it to the exit and open double doors, shoulders and elbows are leaning into your own and almost forcibly pushing you forward. Relief floods through you as the familiar hot and bright rays of sunbeams beat down on you as you two finally make it past the doors, and you have to rush to duck as a man yells and thrusts his hands in your direction. Falling down into a squat, you murmur a rushed curse and hold back an incredulous laugh as the man behind you nearly jumps over your crouched form in haste to make it further into the traveling crowd.
The hand still clutching onto you tugs you toward the left, near a half empty and older looking tennis court, and you wince as you feel droplets of sweat collect on the precipice of your eyebrows and temple. "We're only going to be teaching the kids how to ground stroke and approach, so we have the easy beginner's class today." You lift a hand to brush away the perspiration before straightening your fingers out and using them as a makeshift visor, your expression easing up and softening as the eager handfuls of kids look at you two with anticipation, the rackets in their hands almost looking too heavy for them to carry on their own. They let out a synchronized cheer once you two ask if they're ready to learn and have some fun, and your prior excitement for volunteering comes back full swing as you watch them attempt to balance their softened balls on their specialized rackets.
After you two eventually ease into your roles and you manage to almost perfect the moves with a shy boy who was struggling earlier on, you glance over after feeling eyes on you for a while and freeze as yours effortlessly meet with a familiar pair of green. What once were long bangs are now layered and cut short and pushed back, and the soft face you used to always hold onto and look forward to seeing, is now half covered in neat and maintained facial hair. Yet, his eyes still looked the same. You think they always will. The sound of your racket and tennis ball audibly connecting with the hard surface of the court's ground shocks you out of your stupor, and you hurriedly bend down to grab ahold of them once again. Brushing off your new friend's worry, you throw yourself back into coaching and demonstrating, pressuring yourself not to look back over at the man you haven't seen in almost six years. The man who left you behind.
Despite knowing Lars could be as little and less than twenty feet away, you still had an amazing time. Acting out the plays and beginner moves ended up helping you let out some of your own personal frustration, and the kids' sounds of awe every time you and your co-volunteer reenacted an actual game made it even better. By the time you two set up and scored three games of doubles so each child would be able to play an all set, and they were tired out and ready to head home, the sun was setting, and the earlier crowd of parents and add on relatives was drastically dwindling down. You graciously accept the towel being handed to you and chug down the nearest cold drink, before flipping the plastic cup over with a flick of your thumb and index finger onto the folding table in front of you, grinning victoriously as you get a single round of applause after it lands on its head.
You reach back to fan yourself off with the back of your shirt, before taking it off once again, the sports bra you have on underneath nearly being completely soaked through. "Don't think any rockstars are going to want to get near or between any of this." Your new friend comments with her hand gesturing in between the two of you. You glance down before shrugging, using one of your hands to flatten out the wrinkles embedded in your dirtied skirt. "Least of my worries." You rebut, refusing to allow the tone in your voice to waver or sound emotional.
If she notices anything off about your response, she doesn't bring it up or acknowledge it. "You should stick back for a while. There are public showers, and management is supposed to be throwing a private thank you party for the band that came and stayed here all day," before you can decline, she continues. "The drummer was the one that ended up planning for them to stay. My friend told me that the guys were looking over the list of volunteers and the schedule, and once they were done, he came up with the idea on the spot. Either way, it helped out a lot of people." You nod along, swallowing thickly, the urge to flee turning into a feeling of defeat once you realize that he had the band come and stay back to have the opportunity to see you again. If he went through all of that trouble, then he should at least have the chance and the opportunity to get to say a proper goodbye.
"Yeah, I'll stay back," you accede, reaching down to grasp onto the thick strap of your bag once you hear footsteps approaching from behind. You look over your shoulder to find him stopping mid step, his expression full of uncertainty and something else, maybe hope. "How about I meet up with you in the bathroom, so we can both take a shower? I'll just be a minute or two." She agrees and goes to walk toward the double doors, only stopping in her tracks once to peer back at you with a knowing glint in her eye.
You shakily run your thumb over the uneven and worn out velcro of the strap, before nodding your head to the side and making your way over to an empty court. Bright light emanating from one of the office's sensors luminates the area, and the dangling earring in his ear shines and reflects onto the metal pole beside you, causing mini orbits of artificial trails of short illumination. "You did all of this so you could say goodbye?" You watch as the expression on Lars' face turns bleak, hopeless.
"Five and half years ago, I left to go to California," He states, and you nod, sending him a look of confusion. "Five years and two months ago, I wrote you my first letter, and I didn't get one sent back saying your apartment was vacant until three months later. Which means that for the past five and a half years, I haven't had the chance to tell you how sorry I am for not saying goodbye to you before I left." You sharply inhale, narrowing your eyes to try and collect the tears threatening to fall. You place your bag onto the floor so you can wrap your arms around yourself for comfort.
"I couldn't stay there anymore. We practically lived there together for the entire two years of the lease, and it didn't feel the same once you were gone. I had to get out," you confess, finally finding enough courage to consistently look him in the eye. "I understand why you're here, and if closure is what you need, I can give that to you. I don't know why you'd need it, you've been doing really well these past few years," you loosen an arm to wipe a stray tear off of your cheek, each inhale and exhale you manually take feeling like it'll be the last the longer you look back at him. "No matter what happened to have you leave without saying goodbye to me, I am still, so, completely fucking proud of you. I know how much work you put in to get to where you are today. All of you guys, really. I keep up."
Lars laughs wetly, temporarily shocking you still as his eyes well up. "You've been keeping up with us?" He breathes out in question, awe weighing down his tone, the way he shakes his head showing his genuine disbelief and surprise. "Yeah," you smile. "You, James, Cliff, Kirk and Jason." You recollect with ease, biting your bottom lip to hide a small smile. Lars reaches an arm out to touch you, but then stops himself, causing your hidden smile to falter.
"I didn't not say goodbye because you did something wrong," he reveals, gazing at you intently, as if he were to look away then you'd disappear. "I had a fear that if I were to say goodbye to you, then that would be the end of us, or of where we were at. I know that's fucking stupid, and it doesn't make any sense, but that's where my head was at. We were in a really good place, and I knew that if I were to tell you that I had a plan set in stone and that I had a feeling things were going to work out this time, you would have packed all of your things and moved with me. I couldn't do that to you. You finally had your own life, and you were stable, and if you were to have left with me, it would have fucked everything up for you."
You furrow your eyebrows in exasperation and take a step forward, watching as his pupils dilate the closer you get to him. "I would have gone with you regardless, because I love you." You blurt, closing your eyes in mortification as soon as you realize what you just admitted. Silence rings in your ears momentarily, and your heart pounds, before you begin to hear movement coming towards you. You jump as a warm and slightly calloused hand lightly grips onto your chin and tilts your head upward. "Look at me," Lars asks of you, pleads. "Please, just look at me."
Hope stares back at you, and you meet it with your own as you reach up to encapsulate your hand around his. "I haven't stopped loving you. Regardless of what you may have seen or read, within every second I've been awake, my first and last thought of every single day have been and are always about you. As soon as I saw your name on the list, I knew I had to try. No matter the risk of whether or not you hated me, I just needed to see you again. Needed to make sure you were alright, to see if you were real." His accent slurs and thickens as he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, and he shudders around a flattened exhale as you wrap your free hand and arm around his shoulders to bring him in closer. You feel his heartbeat against your own chest, and subconsciously, they begin to synchronize. You grin as his nose brushes atop yours, and you let out a loud guffaw at the look on his face as he leans in to kiss you, and you back away.
"You can't kiss me here," You banter, your grin widening as he looks at you in confusion. You nod down toward the court's ground, where you two stand in between the service line and the baseline. "We're in no man's land. We've got to follow the rules. I thought you were the original tennis master. Unless you forgot?" Lars glances down at your lips and you shudder, the look in his eyes still familiar after all these years. A strong arm wraps itself around your middle and lifts you up, and you watch him smile to himself as your arm resting on top of his shoulders tightens with caution. You hesitantly wrap your legs around his waist and begin to relax once you felt sure he wasn't going to let go, your laughter returning after he stops right before the baseline. He loosens his grip around your waist, and you connect your ankles behind his back to assure him you were okay with being held, before repositioning your forehead against his.
"Are we good now, still following the rules?" Lars inquires in a low tone, intimate and warm, just like before, all those years ago. "We're good now, there's just one thing I need you to do for me." His eyes become lidded, heavy from just the drop of tone in your voice alone.
"Anything." He immediately agrees, with conviction. You brush your lips against his and kiss him softly, before leaning back to look at him directly in the eye.
"Take a shower with me."
Your lips sting as you're carefully carried into the bathroom minutes later, once you're both sure everyone else would be out by then, a mixture of your guys' spit on your lips and the heady taste of him all over your tongue leaving you lightheaded. You force yourself to stand on your own momentarily, before Lars is backing you up into a stall, his mouth already back on yours within only a few seconds of being off.
You flinch as your back makes contact with the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, your chest now exposed after Lars easily unclasped the front with just a simple flick of his wrist and two fingers. Warm and wet lips cascade themselves down your jawline and the side of your neck, a mewl escaping from you every time he nestles his teeth enough into your sensitive skin to leave a mark. By the time that he was on his knees on the wet floor and was slowly hiking your skirt higher up on your hips, your thighs were pressed tightly together, and you couldn't stop your legs from tremoring.
"Think you can be quiet for me?" He offers you as he slides your underwear to the side and dips his head underneath the white and rumpled fabric. You reach down to entangle your fingers in his hair enough to tug his head back, ignoring the pulsation in your clit at the quiet grunt he lets out. You freeze as footsteps echo and make their way into a stall only a few away from yours, but Lars just grins up at you, his irises blown wide and his facial expression enamored. His fingers slide up your thigh, and he flicks at your essence soaked sex, quietly laughing at the way you toss your head back, your stomach muscles contracting and your swollen lips parting in a muted moan just by the single touch alone.
"There's someone else in here," you chastise in a rough whisper, fighting back the urge to smile back at him, his own being contagious and hard to ignore. "And I haven't showered yet." You curse quietly as he ducks back under the fabric and licks a fat stripe, all the way from your fluttering hole, up to the ending of your groin. You spread your legs and attempt to steady yourself, knowing that once he starts, he isn't going to finish until he feels like he's done with you. You arch your back and hitch your hips forward as he slowly takes you apart, his tongue elongating and straightening out enough to make its way inside of you to caress at your walls, while the hand not pressing into your thigh relentlessly rubs at your clit in figure 8's.
You flinch as a water faucet whines to life and you subconsciously stop his movements once again by yanking on his mane, buckling forward and lips stretching into an O as his hand on your thigh slides around the smooth expanse and up to smack your ass. Your eyes water from the sting, yet you push back into his hand to ask for more. Lars slides his tongue out from inside of you and follows your fist in his hair to come up from under your skirt. The sight of him is enough to nearly make you cum. His hair is distressed, standing on the ends, with your slick and pre release sticking and dripping down the length of his chin, and to his neck in thick, translucent lines.
"Like I wouldn't want to taste you exactly how you are," he grins out, looking drunk as you guides two fingers into your velvet heat, adamantly following every single movement of yours with his eyes as he thrusts them upwards in search for your spongelike spot. He finds it easily, and he allows you to kneel next to him once your legs begin to give out, your chest beginning to heave as he takes your right breast into his mouth and uses his free hand to guide you to ride his fingers. You release your grip from his hair, the sound of your pussy harshly slapping against his fingers and wrist now audible, and the force behind your riding enough to coerce his palm to curl upward and make rough contact with your pearling clit.
"Oh god," you whimper, feeling overstimulated even though you haven't cum yet. You lean forward and rest your head on top of his for stability, the slight tug on your nipple from his teeth and hot tongue in the cold air causing shivers to wrack your spine and for you to tremble. "I'm going to cum, please don't stop." You sob around a cry of his name, uncaring if your voice and choked out moans overpower the showerhead running only a few feet away, your only thoughts surrounded on who's finally here with you and who's making you feel this way.
"Good girl," Lars praises in a husked voice, looking fucked out himself as he tilts your head up to lick your own taste into your mouth. You slide your appendage against his as best as you can, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he begins to scissor his fingers and rub his calloused palm against your oversensitive and beading clit, your folds acting as a suction to keep him from straying too far. You immediately freeze in place as the faucet is hastily yanked to the opposite side to stop the flow of water after a particularly loud moan, and you can't help the cry you let out when you cum against his soaking wet hand. "Keep being loud, let them know exactly who you're with. Just like that."
You clench around his digits as you seize against him, nearly yelling out his name in relief once you hear feet quickly slapping on top of tile to exit the bathroom in haste. Lars continues to fuck his fingers in and out of you with an upward twist until you have tears streaming down your face, and you're fully sat on his lap. "You did so well for me, look at you," he murmurs in a soft tone, uncaring of how disheveled you looked. With the tears streaming down your face, your still shaking body, your own slick glistening on your chin. "What else do you need from me, baby?"
"Need you to do whatever you want to me," you pant once you're able to slightly catch your breath, letting out a sigh of relief as soon as your overheated and blushed skin brushes against the cool tile on the wall. "Just want to make you feel good." A warm pair of lips press themselves to the crown of your head, and you're barely told to hold on tight before you're being lifted up again, your ruined and wet underwear sliding from around your left court shoe, and down straight onto the damp floor in the middle of the walkway as you're carried over to the sink.
"I've been feeling good since I saw you for the first time in over five years, five hours ago. But alright, angel," he says in a calm and placating way, gently placing you down on your unreliable feet, only letting go of his embrace around you to turn you to face the mirror. "I need you to hold onto the sink for me, nice and tight. Spread those beautiful legs for me," he brushes the frizzed strands of hair away from your face that fell out of your ponytail earlier and grins against your ear. "Arch your back for me." Anticipation and adrenaline run through you as you feel and hear him shift behind you and unzip his jeans.
You follow his instructions and moan loudly when he gives you a rewarding smack on the ass, before sheathing himself inside of you with one smooth movement of his hips. You melt back into his front yet still hold onto the sink for leverage, and you keep your eyes open to watch his reaction to the feeling of you for the first time in years through the reflection. Lars' mouth gapes open at the first thrust, the heat emanating off your constricting walls enough to take all of his words away. But before you can begin to feel triumphant, he settles you down with a solid drive straight against your cervix. The rough and audible slap of his hips making their way to connect with yours ricochets off the bathroom's walls and makes its way back over to you, and you can only hold on as soon as he twists his fingers in your hair to hold you in place.
Your neck tilts back with every small tug on your hair, each inch you're driven forward by his dick and backward by his fist makes the hickies and bruises interwoven and bitten into your skin even more apparent underneath the artificial light. You wail and tighten impossibly tight around him as he uses his free hand to yank you back and bear you down even further onto him, and him even deeper inside you. Your second orgasm is even stronger than your first, untouched, with your vision blurring and your legs completely giving out underneath you. Lars has to release your hair to half lift you in the air while he continues to use you, every pivoting movement of his hips and his length into you making you feel like you were still cumming even minutes later.
"So fucking perfect for me." He grunts into your ear, his words nearly slurring and becoming incoherent as he lifts and lowers you onto his cock in small increments, before impaling himself fully into you and stilling, filling you with his seed. You lean forward once you're placed back near the sink and greedily suck in air, your head feeling heavy and your stomach in a pleasurable knot as he carefully pulls out of you. Lars encircles his arms around you and sends you a small and satiated smile in the mirror, only moving to stop you from reaching for the paper towel to wipe yourself clean of his seed slowly making its way down your shaking leg.
He bends down to place a kiss on your red and bruising ass, before sweeping down to collect his seed on his fingertips. By the time he's back to his full height and gently maneuvering you around to face him, you already know what you need to do. Tilting your head backwards and opening your mouth, you greedily accept every drop and every finger slowly deposited into your mouth. Licking them clean and nearly dry, you pull yourself away and slowly hitch your skirt back down into place as footsteps make their way back towards the bathroom. Lars takes off his shirt and lifts it up, before carefully placing it over your head. A girl walks in by the time he has his jeans back on and zipped up, and your hair is back in a manageable ponytail.
"You ready to go home?" He asks you in a gentle tone as the girl makes her way past, who greets you two with an innocent and unknowing smile as she does so. You grin up at him and tearfully nod, before shakily bending down to retrieve your bra and underwear from the ground.
"Yeah, I'm ready to go home."
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haywire-hetfield · 9 months ago
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Oh my god I can’t stop thinking about Lars and James fighting during like babytallica era, and they end up getting physical on the floor and something one of them do (stepping on the others crotch, choking e/o, etc) gets one of them hard and they both are like ??? 🫣 and it turns into something gay as fuck (if you can write something like this I will literally lose my mind /pos)
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A Step Beyond
Warnings: Hair pulling, fighting, grinding/dry humping
Words: 1,344
Lars couldn’t even remember what they were fighting about. Being stuck around the same people all the time with no escape was enough to set anyone on edge, though. Every little thing became something massive once they’d been on tour long enough. The hotel rooms were a nice reprieve when they got them, but even the added space couldn’t completely calm them down. 
He couldn’t remember what they were fighting about, but he remembered being too close to James. Looking back on it, he knew he started the fight. He shouldn’t have pushed into James’ personal space, intentionally trying to goad a reaction out of him. He remembered shoving the blonde hard enough to almost knock him over on the bed. The next moments moved in a blur, James moving off of the bed quicker than he’d ever seen. He remembered his skull making contact with the carpeted hotel floor and James’ solid weight on top of him. 
“Let go of me,” Lars snapped, despite the fact he had started this in the first place. He avoided yelling for now, not wanting to get the hotel staff called on them. James caught his wrists roughly and held onto them, pinning them down onto the floor. Lars thrashed around beneath him, trying to dislodge him. It wasn’t a fair fight by any means, James was far bigger than him and even at his harshest movement, Lars didn’t even come close to throwing James off of him. “This isn’t fucking funny. I’m serious,” He warned. 
“Are you going to stop if I let you up?” James asked, his hand holding Lars a bit too roughly. Still, Lars didn’t want to say yes. It felt too much like letting James win and he was far too angry to let that happen. Instead, he shoved against James as hard as he could. It didn’t seem to catch James off guard, loosening his grip for a moment before reorienting himself. In the grand scheme of things, it didn’t do much to get James off of him. “Stay still,” His hand tightened again and Lars was sure there would be bruises left along his wrists. 
Lars stopped moving around as much, trying to catch his breath a bit. He thought about his next move, looking for a way to get James off of him without apologizing or stopping. James watched him closely and didn’t seem to trust that Lars was actually calming down. The idea hit him quickly and he spit without thinking. The angle made it a bit awkward, but his saliva hit James almost directly and it was clear he hadn’t been expecting it. 
“What the fuck?” James hissed out, letting go of Lars to wipe his face off. Lars moved as soon as he did, doing his best to wiggle away from him, but James recovered from it quickly. He went to grab his arms again and Lars retaliated this time, trying to keep his arms free. One hand curled into the mess of blonde hair and yanked hard, hoping James would relent and move off of his body. He was caught off guard by a soft moan and a jerk of James’ hips, though. Looking at his face, James’ eyes were closed tightly and Lars wasn’t sure if it was from pain or not. 
“Was that-” Lars didn’t finish his question, knowing the answer to it already. James was pressed close to his body and Lars could feel he was half-hard. He watched James’ face for a moment, smiling when he saw James’ cheeks turning a bright pink. He’d always been so easy to fluster. “Does that feel good?” He asked quietly, making sure there was no judgment in his tone, not even playful teasing. The entirety of their anger had melted away almost instantly, being replaced with something much more intimate. 
“Shut up,” James said, although there wasn’t as much bite in his voice as he wanted there to be. It was clear embarrassment had overshadowed any frustration he felt towards Lars. His eyes didn’t open and Lars loosened his hold on his hair, petting it softer than he’d pulled. James was quiet, unsure of what to say and Lars sympathized. He knew there wasn’t a social precedent about what to do in this situation. 
“Rub off against me,” Lars suggested once his brain landed on what he wanted to do. It might not be the most smart move, it could seriously fuck things up between them, but it was definitely what he wanted the most. James’ eyes opened finally, staring at him and looking for any hint of him joking. There was none to be found and James nodded once he realized this, cheeks still bright red. “It’s okay. We don’t have to even talk about it after,” He encouraged and it seemed to be the reassurance James needed. 
His eyes closed again and he readjusted himself, pressing his face into Lars’ shoulder and wedging the smaller man’s leg between his own thighs. It was awkward and uncomfortable at first, both wiggling and rearranging for a bit before finding the right position. Eventually, James found what worked best and he rocked against Lars unevenly. A soft, choked off moan left him at the first press and Lars smiled. 
Lars moved his fingers to the back of James’ head, sliding them deep into the nape of his neck and curled them around his hair. He held close to his scalp and didn’t pull very hard, not yet anyway. He just held him firmly enough for James to feel the first pull of his hair, the threat of him getting rougher right there. James was torn between wanting it and being nervous about the pain, but he was leaning harder towards the first feeling. His hips found a steady pace after a bit of time and Lars could hear his breathing intensifying. 
“Just like that, James. Keep going,” Lars encouraged, although it didn’t seem like he needed to. James made no signs of slowing down or stopping now that he’d found something that worked, chasing how good it felt. Lars wondered when the last time he’d been with another person was if he was already this desperate for it. He didn’t mind it, though. If anything, he found it attractive that James was so needy. His fingers tightened and he tugged his hair firmly just to gain a reaction, smiling when James whined. “Keep going,” He told him again and James rocked harder against him, growing more eager with every small pull. 
James didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. He was perfect the way he was. Lars smiled and could even ignore his own needs in favor of letting James essentially use his body to get off. This was doing more for him than actually touching himself would, he was sure of it. He closed his own eyes now too, savoring every sound James made so close to his ear. A harsher groan was pulled from the blonde haired man and Lars knew he had to be getting close to the edge, his hips rocking harder and faster. 
“Come for me,” Lars attempted to inspirit him, tugging at his hair once again. It earned an almost pitiful whine and Lars would do anything to hear that as often as he could. James lasted longer than he thought he would, going for a few minutes more before his body was tensing and his thrusts were slowing down. “Good. Just like that,” Lars murmured as James’ body grew too sensitive to keep pressing against him, hips jerking minutely. 
James was breathing heavy against his throat now, sharp and ragged breaths as he attempted to calm himself down. He stayed pressed close and Lars wondered how much of that was from embarrassment. His fingers became gentler in James’ hair, petting through it and holding onto him until he was ready to continue. He wasn’t sure if James would want to get him off in return, but even if he didn’t, he thought this was still pretty good.
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eenniess · 10 months ago
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ssubby lars... thinking about dominating him... i caNT TAKE IT.
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mickmars-bbg · 1 year ago
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hey yall ! sorry for not working on requests , ive had like a lars ulrich hyperfixation and am only thinking about lars
so , please give me lars requests 🙏 🙏
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valwrites-stuff · 5 months ago
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Can you do one where you make Lars jealous on purpose and he gives you a lesson afterwards being rough and all? 🔥
Y'all wanted Lars smut, there you go 😁
Fueled desire
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Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ Smut, degradation
I was tagging along with Metallica on their tour with Guns N' Roses, and the energy was palpable. The music, the crowds, the late nights and early mornings - it was all a whirlwind of excitement and adrenaline.
But amidst all the chaos and excitement, there was one thing that was weighing on my mind - a silly little argument I had gotten into with my boyfriend, Lars. It was nothing serious, just a petty disagreement over something trivial, but it had left a sour taste in my mouth.
As we arrived at the afterparty following their show, I decided to clear my head and have some fun. The party was in full swing, with music blaring and people dancing and laughing. I spotted Duff from Guns N' Roses across the room, and a mischievous idea popped into my head.
I made my way over to him, flashing a smile and striking up a conversation. We chatted about music, life on the road, and everything in between. I could see Lars watching us from across the room, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the jealousy in his eyes. It was childish, I knew, but in that moment, it felt good to have the upper hand.
As the night wore on, Duff and I continued to chat, laughing and joking as if we were old friends. Lars eventually made his way over to us, his expression unreadable. He stopped in front of us with an icy glare, interrupting our conversation.
Lars grabbed my wrist tightly, his grip firm and possessive. "We're leaving, let's get back to the hotel," he said, his voice low and commanding.
I tried to pull my wrist away, but his hold was too strong. "Lars, what are you doing? Let go of me,  I'm staying here." I demanded, my voice tinged with anger.
Lars ignored my protests and began to lead me away from Duff, who was watching the scene unfold with a mixture of confusion and concern. "What do you think you're doing? Throwing yourself at Duff and flirting with the guy all night?" Lars growled, his jealousy evident in his tone.
"He's just a friend, Lars. You're being ridiculous," I shot back, frustration bubbling up inside me.
Lars didn't respond, his jaw clenched tightly as he continued to drag me away. I could feel the tension between us, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.
As we made our way back to the hotel, the silence between us was deafening. I knew that this was far from over, and that the drama between Lars and I was far from resolved. But for now, all I could do was follow him, my heart heavy with the weight of our complicated relationship.
Without a word, he led me back to our hotel room, the door falling shut loudly. I tried to say something, but he cut me off, turning me around and pressing me against the wall roughly, making me gasp.
"Enough of your stupid little games," he growled, his voice low and dangerous, right up against my ear. "You think you can just flirt with whoever you want and make me jealous? Well, I'm not going to stand for it."
I could feel the heat radiating off of him as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my skin. I could see the fire in his eyes, and I knew I had pushed him too far. But there was something thrilling about the way he was taking control, his dominance sending shivers down my spine.
"Maybe you need a lesson in who you belong to," he whispered, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I could feel the tension between us, the desire and frustration mixing together in a heady cocktail.
Lars smiles at the little sounds I'm letting out, holding my figure in an almost possessive manner. "That's right. You're mine to own." 
He presses himself into me from behind, his hand on my ass as he kisses me hungrily. With how intense the kiss is, it's as if Lars is staking his claim over me. His other hand pulls on my hair, holding me exactly where he wants me. 
I moan as Lars pulls my head backwards, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He kisses me deeper, his tongue exploring my mouth fiercely as I let out another moan. Lars grip on my hair tightens, his need to claim me, growing with every movement.
Letting go of my mouth, his lips trail down my neck before biting into the exposed skin, making me yelp. "Fuck Lars!"
Lars' mouth is on my neck, sucking and biting as he leaves a few dark marks on my skin. He pulls away, only to look at his work, running a finger along the love bites he knows I have to try and hide later.
My body is trembling with need as I manage to stay upright, holding onto the wall. Lars grins as he feels my body shake, the way I'm trying to keep myself together only making him want to take me even more. He moves his lips back up my neck, lips lingering against my ear as he whispers, "Look at how desperate you are for me. There's absolutely no need for any other man to throw yourself at, like a needy fucking whore..."
"No, I only need you." I let out a shaky breath. Lars chuckles, his breath hot against my ear as he leans in closer, body pressing against mine. "That's exactly right. You're mine and only mine. I'm the only one who can make you needy like this. You need me, say it!" 
"Lars, I need you, please!" I hear you laugh at my desperation. "Good girl," Lars purred, his thumb stroking my bottom lip gently, before he gets a hold of the hem of my dress to roughly pull it upwards, exposing my ass, a delicate lace thong parting my cheeks, grabbing one to squeeze, his touch possessive and rough.
 "But you don't think you deserve to come tonight right?" Lars punctuated his words with a sharp smack on my exposed flesh, the sound echoing in the room. 
The sudden sting of his hand on my ass sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through my body, making me gasp and arch my back. "Ow, Lars! I'm sorry, please you need to let me come tonight..." I whimpered, voice hoarse with need. My pussy throbbed, aching to be touched, begging for Lars' attention.
"That's it, let me hear you beg," Lars encouraged, his voice thick with desire. "I want to hear how much you love it when I spank that pretty ass of yours." He delivered another smack, this time on the other cheek, leaving a warm, tingling sensation in its wake.
My legs trembled as I struggled to stay upright, body buzzing with sensations. "Please, more... I want more," I begged, my inhibitions melting away. "Oh you'll receive plenty more and you're going to count them, understood?  You'll learn to count your blessings.." I nod and give in to the rough treatment. 
Lars brought his hand down on my exposed backside, the sharp crack echoing through the room. I let out a gasp, body jerking forward as the sting registered. "Count, babygirl," Lars instructed, his voice firm yet laced with a hint of pleasure. "One." "One," I repeated, my voice trem. "Please, Lars..."
Another swift motion and the hand came down on my other cheek, leaving a blazing trail of heat. "Two," Lars intoned, his voice steady. "Two," I echoed, body trembling. 
Lars' eyes glinted with satisfaction as he delivered another strike, this time across both cheeks, creating an 'X' of fiery sensation. "Three," he said, his breath hot against my ear. I moaned, my body responding to the pain and pleasure. "Three," I managed, voice a breathless whisper. "Oh, God..."
As the game progressed, Lars' strikes became more intense, each one a deliberate assault on my senses. With every stroke, my body responded, pussy growing wetter with each count. I lost track of time, my mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations as I clung to the wall.
"Ten." Lars announced, his voice thick with desire as he paused to admire my trembling form. "Please Lars, I need you! I can't take any more of these." 
"Greedy little impatient thing, aren't you?" Lars teased, his breath hot on my neck as he nuzzled my sensitive skin. "But I aim to please." He reached around, his fingers dipping beneath the flimsy fabric of my thong, finding my wetness and without warning, plunging two fingers deep inside of me. 
A loud moan escaped my lips as Lars' fingers filled me, stroking in a rhythmic motion, hitting all the right spots. My body moved instinctively against his hand, seeking more friction, more pleasure. "Fuck, yes! Right there," I cried out, my forehead pressed against the wall.
Lars chuckled, the sound vibrating through me as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of my slick heat. "You like that, huh? My fingers deep inside you, making you wetter by the second." He added a third finger, stretching me, filling me to the brim, and I could feel myself getting closer to the edge.
"I'm gonna come... Lars, I'm so close," I panted, my body tensing as the coil of pleasure tightened within me. Lars' thumb found my clit, circling it relentlessly, stopping every movement right before sending me over the edge. "No please I..." 
Lars straightened up, his eyes dark with desire as he took in my disheveled appearance as he coos. "I'm so sorry babygirl, you wanted to cum? You thought I'd let you cum that easily?" His voice was thick with lust, and he took a step closer, his hardness pressing against my thigh.
"I-I..." I stuttered, my eyes flickering with uncertainty and arousal. I was at his mercy, body betraying me as my nipples hardened against the thin fabric of my dress.
Lars's arm snaked around my waist, he kept me locked in place as he removed his hand from my panties. "You're so wet, so responsive," he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. "But I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you scream my name when I make you come. You have to earn it."
My mouth went dry as his words sent a fresh wave of heat between my legs. "Please, Lars," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I'll beg if that's what you want."
With a possessive growl Lars removed my dress, throwing it aside followed by his fingers roughly pulling my panties down my legs, leaving me bare before he pinned my hands above my head with one hand, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. His free hand trailed down my body, tracing my soft tits, before kneading them hungrily. "Oh baby, trying to make me jealous without thinking of the consequences..."
As he spoke, he released my hands and reached for his belt, undoing it with practiced ease. The sound of his zipper echoed in the room as he freed his thick, throbbing cock, rock hard by now. Lars undressed quickly before he positioned himself behind me with his length pressing against my entrance, teasing me with its promise. "Please, just fuck me already!" I begged, voice hoarse and raw.
He obliged, gripping my hips tightly as he thrust forward, filling me in one smooth motion. I cried out, my body accommodating his size as he stretched and filled me. Lars set a relentless pace, not giving me any time to adjust and his hands leaving red marks on my skin as he pounded into me, claiming me with each thrust.
"You like that, don't you? You all did that on purpose?" he grunted, his breath hot on my neck. "My dick feels so good inside you, making you mine."
I could only moan in response, body moving in sync with his, each stroke hitting my sweet spot, pushing me closer to the edge, hoping Lars lets me come this time. The pressure built, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might shatter.
Lars reached around, his fingers finding my sensitive bud once more, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. "Do you want to cum for me now, babygirl?" he grunts, his voice hoarse with desire.
My body convulsed as an intense orgasm ripped through me, causing me to scream his name, his hand flying to my mouth to muffle my scream. My inner walls clamped down on his cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Lars groaned, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he spilled his seed deep inside of me, his climax intensifying my own.
We remain joined, breathing heavily, our hearts pounding in unison. Lars's hands gently caressed my trembling body, his thumbs brushing away the tears of pleasure that had formed in the corners of my eyes.
"That," he whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction, "was just the beginning, babygirl. I plan on making you come again and again. Until you feel so sorry you just have to apologize over and over to receive my forgiveness." 
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mustainesgrrl · 1 year ago
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best buddies :33 .
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artemisrogers · 7 months ago
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Of course you guys liked my last Lars smut thing I wrote so I got asked to write more. Here is a Klars one cause why not!
Beach Shift Lars Ulrich x Kirk Hammett (car sex, oral sex, caught red Handed)
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Kirk of course was having a bad case of blue balls and secretly had a crush on Lars Ulrich. When the band decided to go to the beach things get heated. But of course things do come out when you're gone for a while don't they?
Why now?
Of all days I could've gotten blue balls it has to be at the damn beach! The guys and I went to the beach on our day off to relax. James drove while Lars sat in the passenger seat. I was in the back with Cliff and shifted slightly and forced my dick to stay down. I focused on Painkiller by Judas Priest playing through the speakers.
Once we got to the beach and went down to set up on the sand. I blushed pink hoping no one noticed it when Lars took his deep purple band shirt. Jesus Christ he was hot of course Cliff went down to swim in the water while James applied some sunscreen to him. I took off my shirt and sat in my towel.
"Hey coming in the water Kirk?" Lars asked me.
Trying to unscramble my thoughts I nodded and joined Lars. His swayed a little bit as his long light brown hair blew in the wind. I felt my heart pounding in my chest trying to keep my dirty thoughts in my head. Of course I had a good time and shit and cursed when I forgot the cooler with our food and shit for lunch in the car.
"Shit I'll go get it sorry guys."
"Here I'll come with you." Lars said making my heart do a flip flop.
We walked up the steps to the car and I got the red cooler. I felt Lars' hot gaze on my back and turned to see him smirking at me like the cute little shit he is. He walked closer to me making me almost drop the damn cooler in my hands. I felt my heart racing in my chest. I blushed when a dirty thought crossed my mind once again.
"L-Lars we should get back you know."
"Oh James and them will be fine. But I was wondering if you mind if I helped you out with something."
"Wha-mmph?!" I said before Lars lips crashed down on mine.
I melted into him like butter as I pulled him close my hands tangled in his hair as I heard him moan softly. Jesus fuck he was like a drug! I felt myself getting hard and remembered that we were outside of the car still and got nervous. Lars broke the kiss smirking at me mischievously. I knew where his head was I didn't want Cliff or James to fucking catch us.
"Get in the car Kirk and I'll join you."
"Wait what if James or Cliff connect the dots?"
"So what? Let them find out all I want right now is to taste you." Lars said his fingers grazing my stomach making the muscles tense.
I opened the backdoor putting the cooler on the ground and crawled onto the backseat as Lars crawled in and closed the door. I noticed how hard he was he guided my hand to his crotch. I missed softly feeling my own cock throb in my jeans. I need to feel him inside me. I felt him fumble with my jeans and pulled them and my red boxers down.
My cock sprang up leaking precum I whimpered when I felt his warm breath on it. Lars took my length in his mouth and started sucking. I gripped his hair with one of my hands while the other tried to jerk him off only to be smacked away. His tongue swirled the tip and I felt my nuts get heavier and heavier.
"Mmm you taste divine Kirk."
"Fuck Lars I'm so close."
"You gonna cum for me babe?" Lars said fondling my balls as he licked a stripe down them.
I let out a groan of his name as I shot ropes of hot white cum onto my stomach and his head. Panting softly Lars chuckled as he spread my legs open and lined his vieny cock with my tight entrance. I gasped when he slowly pushed the head inside me. Fuck he's big and hard I gripped his hair and the seat tightly as i moaned his name.
"Ohh! Lars! F-fuck!"
"Fuck your so fucking tight babe!" Lars growled as he thrusted into me fast and roughly. All that could be heard was wet slapping of skin and our mixed groans. I knew he was getting close from his labored breathing and sloppier thrusts.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum! Oh fuck! Ngh! Kirk!":Lars moaned out as he came inside me.
Both of us panting Lars pulled out and pulled his pants up. Of course I jumped out of my damn skin when I heard a knock on the door to find James staring at us with a smirk on his face. I felt my face turn redder than a tomato and Lars rolled his eyes at me. We both got out of the car once my pants were up.
"So that's what y'all been doing? Not surprised from the way Kirk always looked at you Lars since we got here haha!" James chuckled.
"I'm not embarrassed by what I did to this piece of caramel." Lars said smacking my ass.
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nuchester · 8 months ago
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Thought I should share this ☺️
(ALL CREDS TO @megasesh ON TIKTOK)
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m4da1yn · 2 years ago
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Sucking My Love || L.U.
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I was listening to Lightning To The Nations by Diamond Head while writing this, so it’s based off of that album :)
summary: you get high and suck your boyfriend off to sucking my love by diamond head.
A/N: I edited this 6/26/23, just small grammatical mistakes were fixed. Nothing big.
word count: 1,784
You’re laying with your long-time boyfriend, Lars Ulrich. The two of you were laying on the couch of your living room apartment, your new ‘lightning to the nations’ record playing softly in the background. Lars had gotten it for your birthday a few weeks back because you and him were both avid Diamond Head fans.
You noticed the small baggie of weed sitting on the coffee table in front of you. You and Lars had smoked a few bowls nearly an hour and a half ago, so your high was practically gone. You sat up, grabbing the baggie of weed. Lars noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye and perked up. You lifted yourself up off of the couch and began heading to your bedroom. You didn’t have to tell Lars to follow you because this was a regular thing.
You walked into the dimly lit room, spotting your pipe and lighter. You sat down on the bed. A few seconds later, Lars sat down. Nobody had spoken the entire few minutes, which made it feel like an eternity. The room was awkwardly quiet, so you decided to say something.
“Do you want the first hit, Lars?” you asked, breaking the deafening silence.
Lars shook his head, his brownish hair fluttering. “No. Your idea, you first.”
You smiled at the remembrance of the silly rule the two of you had randomly come up with one night. You reached for the baggie. You struggled opening it, the sweet yet skunky smell of marijuana punches your nostrils. You stopped for a second to smell the bag. That had always been your guilty pleasure, smelling the bag of weed before actually smoking it. Lars laughed into his hands, shaking his head. “Wacko.”
“Stop.” You demanded, trying your best to sound annoyed with him. Your boyfriend knew you all too well, though. He could see the smile creeping on your face.
You began breaking some pieces off of the flower and placing them in your grinder. Once there was enough weed for the both of you, you put the top on your grinder and started grinding up your weed.
The first track of the record comes to an end, ‘The Prince’ next up. Lars began softly drumming the beat on his legs. That was his favorite track on the record.
You put the weed in the bowl, bringing it up to your mouth. You lit it quickly and took a long drag. The smoke pierced your lungs. It took a great deal of you not to cough.
You took another, smaller drag from the bowl. You passed the bowl to Lars. You sat there for nearly 10 seconds before he actually took it because of his leg-drumming.
You smiled. “Lars, you’re such a dork.”
Lars does nothing but smile, bringing the bowl up to his mouth. He took a hit, finishing off the bowl and blowing the smoke towards the window.
Your high began to hit you. You felt that wave of calmness slowly wash over your body. That feeling you loved dearly/ Starting at your feet and then slowly creeping up your legs, your spine, all the way up to your head. You loved this part.
Lars cleared his throat, disrupting you from your thoughts. “Can you put more weed in here please?” He asked softly.
You nod, putting more weed into the bowl. You handed it back to your boyfriend. He took a few drags, finishing the bowl before handing it back to you again. You put the bowl and lighter back on your nightstand.
The two of you sat in a not-so awkward silence again.
Lars scooted over so that your legs were now touching. You could feel the heat emitting off of his hands as he began tapping along to the song on your thigh. It was purely innocent in his eyes, however in your eyes it was all but. “D’ya wanna go watch something on the television?”
You knew what he said but you failed to actually hear. Your brain was absolute mush. The dirty thoughts began flowing. Any and all coherent thoughts of yours were now just floating around, somewhere above your head. Somewhere you couldn’t see them.
All you could think about is where else you wanted those fingers.
You couldn’t do anything but nod your head. Lars stood up, sticking his hand out for you to grab. Butterflies began dancing around in your stomach. You intertwined your fingers together, pulling yourself up from the bed. You followed him out to the living room, hands still intertwined. Even something so simple as holding hands with Lars was enough to make your heart skip a beat. ‘The Prince’ came to an end. You knew exactly what song would be coming next. Sucking My Love.
You had an overwhelming urge to give your boyfriend head to this song, it’s been a little fantasy of yours since you had first heard it. The moaning part in the middle was… Well. Crazy hot.
You and Lars sat back down on the couch, practically the same position as previously. He grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned the tv on. He began flipping through the channels, trying to find something that you both liked.
The thoughts began racing through your mind again. All morals you had were now on Mars. You cleared your throat. “Lars,” you whisper.
His gaze doesn’t move from the television. “Hi baby,”
You paused for a moment, analyzing the side of his face. Your boyfriend was pretty, no doubt. The next thing that came out of your mouth wasn’t something you’d typically say. “I want to suck your dick.” You whispered, scooting closer to him.
You knew he didn’t hear what you said because if he did, he wouldn’t have stayed in the same position for as long as he did. “Say that a little louder, I can’t hear you when you whisper.”
“Shut up. Kiss me.” You pulled your hand away from his. You wrapped your right arm around the back of him, snaking your hand down the front of his body. You used your other hand as support on his jaw, planting wet kisses on the side of his face. He immediately dropped the remote on the floor, moving his hair out of your way so you’d have better access to his neck.
You follow his cue, kissing his neck and trying to find his sweet spot. He had let you know that you’d found the spot when he let out a low groan.
“You are really horny, aren’t you?” He laughed slightly, trying not to groan. You smile against his neck.
Lars stretched his body out, revealing his happy trail. You remove your hand from his jaw, sliding it slowly down his body, stopping at his waistband.
You stopped kissing his neck and began kissing his lips. You moved your legs so that they were on either side of his legs, grinding on his pelvis ever so slightly. Lars bucked his hips upward. He was just as needy as you.
Lars slipped his tongue into your mouth. He slid his hand up the back of your shirt, unclasping your bra. You attempted to take it all the way off whilst still kissing, but was failing. He helped you slip the bra all the way off, throwing it somewhere on the floor. The two of you continued kissing whilst helping each other undress, only disconnecting lips for no more than 5 seconds when it came to taking your shirts off. The only item of clothing left was Lars’ pants.
You pulled away from a needy Lars, getting off of his lap. You sank down on your knees in front of him, grazing your fingertips across his thigh. Lars stomach churned from the slightest touch of yours. It made him feel absolutely pathetic.
He spread his legs so that you were more comfortable. You felt around his boxers, looking up at him with a lewd smirk on your face. Lars wished that he could take a picture of you like that, an actual picture. It was turning him more than he’d like to admit. His dick was throbbing through his boxers.
He lifted his hips up slightly. You slipped your pointer and middle finger underneath the waistband, not rushing to pull them down. His heart and his dick were throbbing with anticipation.
You pulled his boxers down, letting them fall to his ankles. His hard dick springs up, hitting his crotch area. You’d seen his dick many times before, but this time.. this time seemed different. You were taking it in, analyzing it. His pubes were nicely trimmed. He wasn’t too big, wasn’t too small. The perfect size for your liking.
The anticipation left your body, being replaced with another feeling. Something stronger, something that made your stomach feel funny. You couldn’t quite name the feeling, but shit you sure could feel it.
You spat on your hand, wrapping it around the base of his dick. The other rested on his inner thigh. You brought your mouth to Lars’ tip, giving it a harsh lick before putting what you could fit comfortably in your mouth. Lars had to cover his mouth with his hand or else he’d moan.
You started sucking him off. Lars’ hand naturally flew to your hair, gripping it. He was so turned on at the moment.
He bit down on his bottom lip, “Ohh, fuck.” He groaned.
You were also incredibly turned on. Your cunt was clenching around nothing. You wished that your pussy could be filled with something- anything. his fingers, his tongue, his dick, a sex toy. It didn’t matter what it was.
You pushed your head all the way down to the base of his dick, earning a loud moan out of your boyfriend. His moans were like a trophy to you, like you’d just won a race and this was your first place prize.
He assists you by gently pushing your head up and down. Tears started forming in the corners of your eyes from all of the gagging- you didn’t care at all. Lars used his free hand to wipe them away.
“You’re doing such a good job baby,” he moaned. “Y’gonna make me cum, fuck”
His words encouraged you to keep going. You kept sucking him off, earning more moans and groans from him as he came closer to finishing
“Babe, babe, babe, stop. Stop, get off. Gonna cum- fuck- oh shit-“ he moaned, his other hand flew to your head involuntarily, grasping at your hair. His hips bucked up causing the tip of his dick to hit the back of your throat.
You felt it. With his dick still in the back of your throat, you felt his warm, salty cum spill down inside of you. It coated the back of your throat.
Lars aimlessly jerked his his up into you, looking to thrust deeper inside of you. There was no where else for him to go, yet he couldn’t stop his hips from jerking. If he were to keep going, he’d overstimulate himself; but he couldn’t fucking stop for the life of him. He already felt pathetic enough due to how quickly he came just with your mouth.
You stood up on your knees so that your face is level with his face. Your spit and his cum were dripping off of your chin in strings. Neither of you bothered to wipe it away. You touched your nose with Lars’ nose, who was still breathing heavily. If you listened hard enough, you’d hear his heart beating.
“Holy hell,” Lars panted.
my first fic i’m posting plz be nice 🥲
edit: i’m going to write a part 2 eventually. them being completely naked will make way more sense when i write it HAHA!
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jamiezzzx · 2 years ago
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BABES SEND me asks PLEASEPLEQEEPL3ASPELERJEIJEENJRIRJEJW i need more input on my thoughts plsplspslsspkspsls
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haywire-hetfield · 1 year ago
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"What if I hurt you" for klars?
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Kirk was tentative as he held onto the side of Lars’ neck. He’d been confused by Lars’ request, unsure of whether he was comfortable choking him or not. He had joked plenty of times about wanting to strangle Lars, but actually presented with the opportunity, it worried him. He didn’t want to accidentally hurt the other. 
“I don’t know, man. What if I hurt you?” He chewed his lip as he rubbed the side of Lars’ throat, fingertips brushing over his warm skin. Lars shook his head, smiling softly. 
“You’re not going to hurt me. It’s not like you’re actually choking and I’ll tap out if it hurts or anything,” Lars assured him which only confused Kirk more. He didn’t quite understand the concept behind choking. 
“What am I doing if I’m not actually choking you?” Kirk questioned, trying to keep it clear that he wasn’t judging Lars. He never judged Lars for ideas he brought up for the bedroom, even if he didn’t want to try them personally. 
“Can I show you?” Lars asked, bringing his own hand to cover Kirk’s. Kirk gave a small nod, telling himself he could stop Lars if he didn’t like it. “Hold like this,” Lars moved Kirk’s hand to the front of his throat, positioning it so his thumb and fingers were both pressed to the sides of his neck. “Just press down a little bit for me, baby. Lightly at first,” Kirk complied, trying to brush his concerns away to at least try this. 
Lars was right. It didn’t feel like actually choking him, not like he’d expected it to be. Lars continued instructing him, telling him to stop pressing with his palm which made him less nervous. Kirk gradually added pressure as Lars told him to, watching his face for any signs of discomfort or hesitation in case he needed to stop. There weren’t any, though. 
“Just a little harder,” Lars encouraged him and Kirk felt a lot more comfortable pressing down harder now. His hand tightened and Lars gasped under him. Kirk was immediately worried he had accidentally hurt Lars, but the shorter man spoke before he could pull back. “Fuck. Just like that,” And that definitely cleared up the worries that he had hurt him. 
“You really like this, don’t you?” Kirk hummed and eased his hand off, letting Lars fully breathe again. He nodded at the question and Kirk took the opportunity to steal a quick kiss. “I’ll give you what you want,” He decided, a lot more comfortable with choking now.
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