#lars ulrich x jason newsted

[haywire-hetfield]

21 for the new smut game please and can you do it with Jason and Lars? They get like no fic about them

Sure thing! And ugh, I know. I love Jason/Lars too, so it's especially annoying to see the lack of fics about them

Send me a number along with a pairing (or leave it to dealers choice) and I'll write you a snippet (500 words or less)

21) "You should let me ride you."

Jason’s head was throbbing. The lights and the music were catching up with the alcohol he’d had, drinking far more than he usually would. Lars was pressed close to his side, despite the fact the booth was large enough that they wouldn’t have to be anywhere near each other. Jason definitely wasn’t complaining about Lars being close, though. The only thing he’d had a problem with was the drinks. 

Lars had ordered round after round for them, laughing whenever he’d order a shot of something way too strong and Jason would gag or wheeze on it. He knew he should stop, he should’ve stopped a few rounds ago, but he drank everything Lars gave him. 

His head was spinning as he took a sip of his water, hoping he’d sober up soon enough. Lars had stopped ordering rounds which he was grateful for. The smaller man still had a drink in front of him, something that was brightly colored and reeked of artificial fruit. He was grinning as he leaned even closer to Jason. 

“Hey. I had a great idea,” Lars told him and Jason immediately grew a bit concerned. Lars’ ideas were questionable even when he was sober, but were worse when he’d been drinking. “You should let me ride you,” He said finally and a shiver rolled down Jason’s back. He choked on his water at the statement, though. 

Saying it had caught Jason off guard would be an understatement. Lars’ tone also confused him, it was too nonchalant. He spoke as though he was talking about the weather rather than having sex with Jason. The words were so matter of fact too. 

“I’m sorry?” Jason asked once he stopped choking on the liquid that had ended up down the wrong pipe. Lars was smiling at him now and he worried for a second that Lars had just been messing with him, that this was some joke that he’d make fun of Jason for later. 

“I said you should let me ride you, Newkid. I know you’ve got a thing for me,” Lars shrugged his shoulders, watching Jason. Jason wanted to protest, he didn’t think he’d ever been that obvious. “You stare constantly and you basically blush anytime I talk to you,” Lars explained and that made it so much worse. His cheeks felt like they were on fire now and that definitely didn’t help Jason’s case, but Lars didn’t call him out on it. 

“Yeah, that’d be-Yeah. We can do that,” Jason agreed after a moment, deciding it was the least embarrassing way to accept the offer. 

“Finish your water,” Lars told him softly, grabbing his own drink to finish it off before they left. Briefly, Jason wondered if they would regret this in the morning. He distracted himself by drinking the rest of his water and he was certain he’d never drank anything so quickly. If they did end up regretting it in the morning, he’d just be happy that he’d gotten to sleep with Lars.

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Metallica Masterlist

⭒ James Hetfield ⭒ Requests (open)

Playtime (16+) ˚ (suggestive, bondage contemplation, ambiguous ending)

Play Me (18+) ˚ (phone sex, partial long-distance relationship, ambiguous ending)

Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with jason, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)

Summon Me (18+) ˚ (demon!james au, dorm sex, ambiguous ending)

Deprivation (18+) ˚ (breath play, hotel sex, happy ending)

Sunny Side Up (18+) ˚ (morning sex, kitchen sex, creampie, happy ending)

Missus Eat Pavement (18+) Mister Meet Gravel (18+) ˚ (rockstar!james, smalltown!reader, oral sex, ambiguous ending)

Desert Hills Motel (18+) ˚ (traveling!james, smalltown!reader, hotel sex, happy ending)

Add One More ˚ (domestic fluff, partial angst, happy ending)

Leap Of Faith (18+) ˚ (angst, backstage sex, rough sex, happy ending)

After Afterparty (18+) ˚ (fluff, hotel sex, shower sex, long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Hell's Angel (18+) ˚ (hellsangels!au, angst, violence, sex on top of a desk, drug use, happy ending)

Backseat Paradise (18+) ˚ (car sex, light angst, fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Counterproductive Tendencies (multi-chapter, 18+) ˚ part one, part two, part three, part four (fluff, smut, angst, drug use, alcoholism, semi-public sex, oral sex) ⭒ ongoing series (updated 4.12.24)

Needy Little Fucking Thing (18+) ˚ (softdom!james, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, happy ending)

(Un)Still Shots (18+) ˚ (semi-public sex, sexually explicit photography, breath play, fingering, dry humping, happy ending)

⭒ Kirk Hammett

A Nightmare On Elm Street ˚ (fluff, slightly suggestive, happy ending)

Scream (18+) ˚ (couch sex, rough sex, horror movie elements, happy ending)

Unwind Me (18+) ˚ (fluff, backstage sex, happy ending)

Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with jason, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)

⭒ Jason Newsted

Taste Test (18+) ⭒ (threesome with james, vampire!au, ambiguous ending)

Extended Cut (18+) ˚ (submissive!jason, studio sex, oral sex, ambiguous ending)

Room For More (18+) ˚ (threesome with kirk, dominant!jason, submissive!kirk, backstage sex, oral sex, fluff, light angst, happy ending, polyamory)

⭒ Lars Ulrich

Ride The Lightning (18+) ˚ (angst, rough sex, sex against drum set, happy ending)

⭒ Cliff Burton

You Make Loving Fun ˚ (domestic fluff, partial long-distance relationship, happy ending)

Follow My Lead ˚ (fluff, surprise birthday party, happy ending)

[stevenssticks]

based on a combo of these asks from earlier in my inbox<3 thinkin of this james!

he would be pining after you for years!! and no matter how many other girls he’s fucked it’s never good enough bc it’s not you. he’s head over heels for you and also so sexually frustrated every time he sees you walking around in a pair of leather pants or a cute little skirt he has to run to the bathroom to get himself (and his dick) to calm down.

one day, after a show, he’s really wound up. he’s all frustrated and angry and he doesn’t really know why, he just knows that all he can really hear is his blood pumping in his ears and his fingers are twitching, curling into fists and then splaying back out again. sweet, adorable you, notice him sitting on his amp, and of course you come over to ask him what’s wrong.

“i dunno, sweetheart, i’m just in a mood today, i guess.” he hangs his head.

“there anything i can do to help you?” james immediately softens, eyes glancing up into yours. even all worked up and sweaty he looks so good, so beautiful.

“i uh… not really.” yes. there is something you can do to help him. let him fuck your brains out. but you’re his best friend. and he can’t ruin that with you as much as he yearns to do so, as hard as it’s getting to resist.

“how bout you come back to where i’m staying after you get all sorted? go shower, come over. i’ll have drinks?” james smiles at you, standing up and nodding. stretching. looks like a plan is a plan.

***

james gets one knock at the door before youre swinging it open, embarrassingly excited about seeing james again. your crush on him will doom you for eternity with how much you love him.

“i’ve got beer! your favorite too.”

james smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek in which you wrap your arms around him, hugging him close. james lets out a little grunt that immediately leaves his face on fire as he feels you press against his crotch. he hopes you didn’t hear that.

you drag him over to the couch of your hotel room, it being a nice spacious little place. you crack open a beer and hand it to him, then opening and taking a swig of yours. james surveys you. glancing up and down at you from your tiny, tiny top that shows off your tits so nicely. to the little shorts you’re wearing that barely conceal anything. ones you wouldn’t dare wear out of the house but are rather comfortable to lounge in.

and that’s when james realizes he doesn’t know if he’s gonna be able to control himself tonight. you looking like this, all relaxed from the alcohol. he’s embarrassingly hard in his pants, and he crosses his legs as to not draw attention to himself. you’re leaning on him, talking away about miscellaneous things, james nodding along but not really listening. instead thinking of what it would feel like to fuck your tits, play with you til you’re crying. make you pay for all the years he’s spent wasted on other girls when he could been with you.

he gets snapped out of his thoughts when you literally do snap in his face.“james! hellooo? woah, you really are out of it today.”

he can’t take it anymore, he abruptly gets up, blabbering out how he’s gotta get out of here, how he doesn’t wanna do anything he regrets, and then you’re grabbing him by the waist and turning him around before he can reach the doorknob.

“what is it that’s bothering you this much?” you look him up and down, and then you spot the hardon in his jeans. and yeah, now you know what’s been bothering him so much. james groans when he realizes you realized, and covers his face with his hands.

“can i please just lea-“

“you want me to help you with that?” okay. woah. james is paralyzed, mouth moving but no sounds coming out, until you make a move for him, taking your hand and pushing on his hard on, rubbing in slow circles and james’ brain immediately blanks. and then he’s leaning down and kissing you. it’s sloppy, wet, and with too much teeth and tongue but james couldn’t give a fuck. he’s got you. he grabs onto your waist, hoisting you up and dragging you over to the bed, sheets still unmade from when you left in the early morning. james keeps kissing you, fucking your mouth with his tongue and groaning into you.

he only lets up when you push him away for air. whimpering out a little “please, james…” and then he’s kissing and sucking on your neck, tearing your clothes off and not even bothering to unbutton his shirt, just ripping it and hearing buttons go flying.

“you know how fucking crazy you make me” you whine as james cups a hand over your pussy, covered only by thin lacy underwear now. “gonna make you pay for all those nights i haven’t been able to touch you. lay back.” you do exactly as you ask, and james acts on those sinister thoughts from earlier, removing his underwear and straddling your stomach, feeling up your bare breasts. he opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue and letting spit dribble down to the valley between your tits, getting you all wet for him there. he grabs your breasts in his big hands, pushing them together and then he slides his cock in between the little space left, groaning as he starts to fuck your tits.

“holy fuck, you’re such a dream.. look at you. have barely touched you and you’re already gone. stick your tongue out.” you do as you’re told of course. and james slides his cock all the way up until the tip pushes on your tongue on the upstroke. you swirling around the pink tip every time you get a chance. james keeps moaning, saying the filthiest fucking things to you. his thrusts get sloppy.

“fuck, ‘m gonna cum. keep your mouth open. gonna empty myself in between those pretty lips of yours.” james lets go of your tits to shuffle further up your body, jerking himself off quick and tight, before coming with a groan into your waiting mouth. you stay still, letting him do what he wants with you, pushing the droplets of cum that missed back into your mouth.

you’re mewling for stimulation. and james of course will give you anything that you ask. he shuffles down your body, face right in front of your pussy and blowing air on it. making you kick your legs out and squirm. he grabs your thighs to make you stay still, and then licks a stripe up your cunt. your squeal, closing your legs around his head now that he’s let go of him, which he lets you do enthusiastically. you grab at his hair and hump his face, whining and moaning and then screaming when james pushes two fingers into you at the same time he sucks your clit into his mouth.

you’re gonna cum so quick. james can feel it. he won’t let it happen. your moans get more high pitched, and when you start to pulse around him he pulls his fingers out quick. making your legs kick out again and slam down on the bed. crying at being denied. “james..! please!”

“not yet. told you i was gonna make you pay.” james is already hard again. he pushes his fingers back into you and immediately goes back to fucking you relentlessly with them. repeating the cycle of pulling away over and over again.

“tell me you’re sorry for making me wait.”

“fuck james.. ‘m sorry. didn’t know you liked me like that. wanted this f-for so long.. so sorry. wanted you so bad, i’m sssorry!”

“i’m not convinced.” james taunts. pulling out again. tears fall from your eyes. hands gripping the sheets of the bed hard, and you vaguely remember you’re in a hotel room and you’ve got neighbors, but the thought leaves your mind as quick as it came.

“please jamie… wanted it for so long i’m so sorry. i’m sorry. please… fuck me. want your cock so bad. wanna cum. i need you. i’m so ffucking s-sorry!” you’re full on sobbing, mascara running, hand thrown over your eyes as james’ fingers slow again inside you.

you get ready to be denied again, but instead immediately after you feel james’ fingers leave you, you feel something bigger in its place pushing at your entrance. james comes up to lean over you, resting on his forearms above you. pushing in without a word of warning and you wail again.

“ffuck… this pussy is so fucking tight.. oh god. gonna make me cum so quick. you want that? want me to fill you up?” you nod frantically when you realize he’s finally gonna let you get yours after being denied time and time again. bringing your legs up to wrap around his waist as he starts to nudge impossibly deep into you.

“shit.. yeah you do. first i want you to cream all over my cock. think you can do that for me? can feel you squeezing me. so close, aren’t you?”

you are. you really are. james leans down and gives you marks all up your neck, licking and sucking. grinding hard into you, hips pressed against each other. you bring a hand down to rub your clit, and it only takes a few tight circles before you’re gone. your other hand wraps up around his neck, pulling him down so he’s pressing you into the mattress.

“fuck.. there it is baby. that’s it.. f-feels so good. oh..” james keeps thrusting into you, faster, harder, fucking you through your orgasm so he can get his. he pushes your head to the side so he can kiss you, moaning into your mouth as you feel him spill into you with a groan before pulling away from your lips. “auh.. fuck! oh shit���” james leans back on his knees, hips still making tiny jolts in you. he pulls out almost all the way, leaving just the tip in and reaching down to jerk his cock, pushing out the last of his orgasm.

when he pulls out he groans at the sight of you leaking with his cum, reaching down to push it back into you. you whine, grabbing a pillow and holding it to your face. you’re exhausted, thoroughly worn out, but he doesn’t wanna let this be done yet. he’s already twitching again. you’re gonna be in for a rough night.

——

can y’all tell i’m ovulating.

[princessofdorkness]

Me: Nah I try not to judge people too much.

My face in public:

[ass1dy]

There's just something about 80s James that makes me feel so giddy, like I'm having a silly lil crush in high school🙈

[metalbrojack]

I wanna be his boyfriend so bad, I’m so upset rn. Crying. On the floor rolling around atm

[nostallicca]

Currently thinking of this James mercilessly fucking me from behind while pulling my hair so hard clumps of it ends up in his hands

[brsdshaw]

If cliff has 100,000 fans, I'm one of them. If cliff has 10,000 fans, I'm one of them. If cliff has 1,000 fans, I'm one of them. If cliff has 1 fan, I'm that 1 fan. If the world is against cliff I'm against the world, if cliff has 0 fans IM DEAD 😵.

[haywire-hetfield]

Chapter two of Aphrodite

Ship: Jason Newsted x Lars Ulrich

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dirty talk

Words: 500

Jason’s head was pounding. The music from inside the venue still seemed to be too loud even though he was now standing outside, leaning against the wall and trying to regain his composure. He had too much to drink already and he was surprised he was standing at all. Lars had a similar amount, but he was holding up a lot better. He was pressed close to Jason’s chest and giggling at something. 

“I’m sorry you don’t feel good,” He sympathized and Jason nodded, unsure of what to say. “I can distract you if you want,” He offered and didn’t really give Jason a chance to respond before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You wanna fuck me later?” He asked abruptly and Jason’s eyes opened at that. 

“Yeah,” He whispered back. At this point, he wasn’t even surprised by Lars or how forward he was about certain things. He also recognized this was likely Lars’ way of distracting him and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t working. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” Jason couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed by how awkward the words felt, but Lars also didn’t seem to mind them. If anything, he just grinned wider. 

“We can as much as you want,” Lars assured him, kissing his lips this time. It was quick and teasing, and it left Jason wanting more. “I’ve thought about this all night, you know? You look so handsome,” Jason smiled at the comment, feeling proud that his boyfriend had thought he looked good. “I wanted to drop down and suck you off so many times,” A shiver went through Jason at the question. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to Lars’ lack of filter, especially after they’d started drinking. Still, he was grateful for it. 

“We could do it right here,” Jason pointed out, although they both knew it was just talk. Neither would actually mess around somewhere so public, but it was fun to pretend. “You could get down on your knees for me and I could fuck you once we get home later,” Jason’s words were only halfway coherent, but Lars was catching the important parts. 

“Yeah? Think I’m desperate enough that I’d blow you right here?” Lars asked, although he had a playful tone to his voice. He glanced around, checking and seeing that they were truly alone. There wasn’t another person in sight. “Think I’d suck you off where anybody could see, Jase?” He paused for a second. “Because I would, you know? Wouldn’t stop even if someone found us,” He told him, kissing at his jaw now, teeth grazing the skin lightly. 

“Fuck,” Jason breathed out as he imagined it. Lars down on his knees in the dirty alley, sucking him off like he needed it. So needy for it that not even someone catching them would stop him. He couldn’t deny the mental image was tempting. “We’ve got to get home,” Lars laughed against his skin now, nodding his head.

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Unwind Me ⋅☆⋅ Kirk Hammett (18+)

The brazen sounds of cheers and drunken laughter ring out and dance their way backstage in the naturally dimming light, the joyous sounds causing you to grin to yourself and shake your head in amusement as you push a speaker even further down the now packed and narrow hallway. A man with a slightly sick looking grimace etched on his face stumbles his way out of a nearby dressing room and right towards you, and you quickly jump out of the way, your right shoulder bumping into and against an array of sharp boxes behind you amid your haste. He makes it to the bathroom just in time and you sigh in relief, before hunching forward and pressing your weight back onto the heavy machinery in front of you, willing yourself to ignore the pulsating ache emanating from the soon-to-be bruised skin underneath your itchy and sweat-clad crew shirt.

You twist your wrist and momentarily close your eyes in gratitude as you feel an elastic roll itself down your clothed forearm and rest upon your kickstarting and erratic pulse point, feeling eager to tie your hair up once you finish up the task of getting the rest of the equipment together and cased out. The earlier crew did their best within their scheduled time slot, but even they couldn't finish up the job in that time. Guitars and other smaller instruments leisured haphazardly against everything from coolers and stairwells, and to the edge of the stage the boys had just recently performed on, and you force your eyes to reopen as you tiredly make your way over to the towering and newly organized rows of the Marshall and Hiwatt speakers, near to the end of the hall.

Squatting down to untangle and release the secured latch of the strap encircled around the equipment you just carted over, you slowly raise your head as you finally come to acknowledge a familiar set of shoes paused and waiting only a few feet away from you in your peripheral vision.

A frenzied and fast travelling flush makes its way up to your cheekbones and down your neck before you even attempt to make eye contact with the man standing to the side of you, and you let out a shaky exhale as wide brown eyes peer back down at you in earnest once you do.

"Kirk," you breathe, your eyes glancing over with mild interest as they take in the clenching of his fingers around his flimsy cup after you say his name in greeting. You finish up removing the safety strap and stand before you could allow yourself to put too much thought into his reaction, hurriedly pushing it to the back of your mind as you try to hide your blush in the slightly frizzy curtaining of your hair. "Enjoying the new year so far?" you try to casually ask him, hoping you don't sound as nearly affected as you feel from just by having him nearby.

The lead guitarist nods absentmindedly as his eyes rake themselves over your fatigued figure, his plush and full lips lifting up to relax in a soft smile as he leans forward to rest his drink on the nearest ledge closest to him. "Let me." He offers kindly, already moving forward and gently guiding you back with a hand on your hip before you could even verbalize a protest. Your already unstable breath stutters in your chest as the rough patches of his palm blazes heat against your dampened flesh, the added weight of his large hand making the reddened hue of your cheeks darken even more.

Kirk's thumb spreads out to caress the indented skin of the beginning of your hipbone, before leaving entirely as he goes to lift the piece of equipment on top of the set with ease. You quietly watch as he casually walks over and places the speaker on top of another, before returning over to your side to grasp onto an amp. You go to reach down to secure a zip tie around its long cord to try and be helpful, before stopping midway and letting out a strained cry as the skin around your bruising shoulder painfully constricts and stretches. Kirk's eyes widen at the sound, and a multitude of other pairs zero in to stare at you as you clench yours shut. Your uninjured shoulder jumps up as a hand encases itself around it, before relaxing as the coolness of a familiar ring grazes against the bare part of your lower neck.

"Are you alright, babe? You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" Kirk asks you quietly, the hand on you guiding you to stand behind him for a bit more privacy and a few more steps away from the tipsy bystanders. You go to shake your head and falsely reassure him that you're fine, before opening up your eyes and looking into his worried ones. You instead nod in defeat and lightly rest some of your weight on him, your left hand coming up to gesture toward your right shoulder.

"I thought some guy was going to spew on me and the cart, so I rushed to the side and jabbed myself on a few sharp boxes." Kirk lets out a soft sound of sympathy, his usually rough and quick hands delicately rubbing small circles in your tense skin and muscles to hopefully help you relax. "Will you let me take you to one of the backrooms and get you some ice? Maybe check you out a little bit better?"

"But the equipment," You start before trailing off weakly, peering up into his eyes with furrowed and pinched brows. Your resolve quickly titters off into little to nothing as he continues to dote on you and caress your skin, his intense gaze on you keeping you feeling warm. "You've already been here and on the clock for over twelve hours; the rest of your coworkers are either already at their hotel or with the other guys getting shitfaced, and we've still got another two days before we have to get everything cleared out and back on the road." Kirk tilts your chin up and holds you in place as he takes another step forward and closer to you, your chests almost pressed together and becoming one.

"How about you focus on yourself for once and let someone take care of you. Let me take care of you." His tone of voice being soft yet leaving no room for any further resistance or questioning, as his fingertip lightly taps itself on the cleft of your chin. The tips of your scuffed up shoes brush against his as you subconsciously and unknowingly lean forward in his soft grip, your eyelids feeling heavier and weighed down as his comforting scent wafts over to you through the close proximity. Kirk raises an eyebrow after a few heavy moments of you not answering him, a pleased grin painting itself on his handsome features as you quietly agree and allow him to slide his hand down your arm and gently tug you forward.

Alcohol-laden murmurs and hushed whispers advance themselves down the chilled hallway and into the open and overpopulated area, but neither one of you seem to care as the two of you slowly become well acquainted with the feeling of each other's hands as you descend away. And as Kirk flicks on a light switch and makes his way over to the mini fridge attached to the back wall of the room and silently beckons you over, the clock hits one.

⭒

You let out a faint sigh of relief as you feel Kirk press a towel filled with crushed up ice against the slightly swollen and puffy skin of your shoulder, the strap of your bra sliding down as you lean back into the cold compress and his stable hold. The musician sitting almost flushed against your back, watches with rapt attention as the white lace dances itself down your goosebump ridden extremity and stops to rest in the curved divot of your inner elbow.

"Thank you for taking care of me and making sure I was alright. I probably would have just ended up trying to ignore the pain and getting as much as I could get done within the last two hours of my shift." You allow a small smile to grace your face as you hear him grunt out a sound of displeasure at your words, a shiver running through your upper half as a droplet of the melting ice runs its way down the side of your back. An audible gasp tears through you as you feel the sensation of Kirk's calloused fingertip swipe it away, before continuously making its way down to the base of your spine.

"You're still so tense," Kirk murmurs, his free hand pressing its thumb and index fingers into the dimples adorning the skin of your bottom back. He pauses and halts his movements as a saddened thought invades its way into his mind. "You aren't uncomfortable with me, are you?"

You immediately shake your head no, an unsettling twinge basing itself in your gut as your nonverbal attempt of reassurance doesn't get a response or reaction back from him. As carefully as you can without creating any more physical discomfort for yourself, you twist around to face him. Kirk's hands raise to stop you from moving once he sets the towel off to the side, but you gently brush his hands down to rest in his lap.

"You don't make me uncomfortable," You try to comfort him, the small smile on your face sliding off as you take in the wary and cautious look on his. You anxiously bring your hands together on your leg and wring them together, before muttering out your next words. "You make me nervous." Kirk's facial expression softens as he watches you avert your eyes and look elsewhere, unable to stop himself from reaching out to set his hands on top of yours.

"Talk to me, baby. I can't help you out if you won't let me know what's going on or bothering you." You nod uneasily, untensing your hands so he can entangle his fingers in yours and place them on the small space in between you.

"You don't make me uncomfortable, Kirk. You make me nervous. Every time you reach out to me and ask if I need help, I get all nervous as hell and make a damn fool out of myself. I don't think I've dropped so many amp boxes in my entire life, compared to the handful I have here with you guy in this past year," You playfully try to tug your hands away from his, the flush reappearing on your cheeks as his kisses the back of one of yours in a silent apology. "You haven't done anything wrong. The complete opposite, actually."

Your eyes snap back to his as he entirely lets go of your hands and carefully rearranges your legs to wrap them around him, your jean clad calves now pressed firmly against the back of his middle and the leg of the cushioned furniture, as he tugs you toward him. You rest your hands on his chest and lightly clutch onto the worn-out fabric as his hands find purchase on your waist.

"And what if I felt the same way about you?" He asks, his eyes filling with mirth as he watches yours widen in surprise, his glancing down to your now gaping lips as you part them in shock. "What if I told you that I've broken more guitar string that I should have been allowed to get away with, because I was too busy looking at you? Watching you run around and help everybody, exhausting yourself every single day on this tour and wanting to reach out and help you unwind? What if I told you that I set up this entire New Years after party, so that I could finally find enough courage to come over and tell you about how I felt myself?"

You let out a disbelieving huff of laughter, the shaking of your head causing your hair to cling to the sides of your face. "There's no way."

"Oh yeah, because the boys would never be alright with me inviting the roadies, or anyone else they happen to find attractive enough along to hang back with them and drink some alcohol after a concert." You stop laughing at that, your hands unclenching the fabric of his shirt and instead reaching up to rest against his shoulders, as he looks down at you with conviction.

"I've been gone for you for the past few months, and the only reason why I haven't had enough guts to say anything sooner is because you're so kind with everyone, and I wasn't able to tell if it was any different with me." His slightly shaking hands come up to grasp onto your chin once again, this time tugging you forward to rest your forehead against his.

"You are the most beautiful, hardworking, kind and patient woman I've ever met, and you knock me straight on my ass with just a single look, every single time and with no effort." You blink back tears and send him a tremor of a nervous smile, your heart beating insurmountably fast in your chest.

"And you are the most handsome, hardworking, down to earth, kickass lead guitarist I have ever had the honor of working with." Kirk lets out a shuttered bout of laughter as you lightly brush your lips against his, his grip on your chin losing strength and wavering as you whisper against him.

"Unwind me, then."

⭒

A giggle filters itself out from in between your kiss swollen lips as your legs are raised and placed onto Kirk's lap, you semi helpfully lifting your lower half from underneath you as he tugs down on the seemingly skintight fabric.

"Why in the absolute fucking world are your pants so tight for?" He huffs out, faux annoyance painted on his features before his expression smooths out and turns into an affectionate smile, the sound of your joy causing his heart to feel like it's beating out of his chest. The man in front of you lets out a cheer once he's able to tug them down and off from around your ankles, and your laughter settles into a gasp as his lips begin to trail up your bare legs.

Stubble roughly etches its own temporary indentation into your skin as he sucks and bites marks into your trembling limbs, and you can feel his grin widen against you the closer he gets to your clothed and wet sex. Heat pillows in your groin and a whine builds up in your throat as he stops to create another hickey on your inner thigh, this time only a few inches away from where you truly wanted him to be, his hands holding your stomach down in place as you squirm impatiently.

"Please, I need you." Kirk's eyes close in euphoria at the unsteady tone in your voice, his head raising and mouth removing itself from your purpling skin to dart up towards your pussy, his tongue peeking out to tease you through the cotton. Groaning as your slick pearls out through the fabric and envelops his tastebuds, Kirk lolls his appendage out to run it along your clothed folds, his spit darkening the fabric and causing it to cling to your swollen and pulsating folds.

"Fuck, if I could take a picture of you, I would." He whispers out, his eyes transfixed on the way you push against his hold in desperation, before he mercifully pulls your underwear down and immediately laps at your soaked clit. The cry that you weep lashes itself around the room and bleeds its way underneath the paper-thin door, and you buck against his dripping mouth as one of his hands reach down to bundle up the undergarment and shove it into his back pocket for safe keeping.

Kirk twists his tongue inside of your folds in a figure 8, causing your eyes to roll back in your head and your ankles to cross themselves behind his head, the action silently pleading for him not to pull back or tease. You let out a damn near scream once a single digit is thrusted its way inside of you and easily finds your spongelike spot, your eyes stinging from the dual sensation, it almost feeling like overstimulation even though you haven't orgasmed yet.

Your hand releases itself from around the pillow he carefully placed behind you to protect your injured shoulder, it easily finding purchase in his curly and wild locks as his tongue enters your entrance alongside his finger, his nose nudging against your clit and giving you the perfect amount of friction. Kirk harshly moans out against you as you tangle your fingers in his mane and yank, a second finger sliding inside of you and roughly nudging against your g-spot with relentless revenge. The combination of his tongue and two fingers inside of you and his moans reverberating over your sensitive sex brings you to your first climax, your legs clamping their way around his head and forcing him to stay in place as his mouth and hand continue to pleasure you without stopping.

You sob out his name and writhe in place as he continues to go down on you, only slowing down and licking you clean once he looks up to see large tear stains matting themselves on your cheeks.

"Want you." You brokenly whisper, your legs slowly unwinding from around him and allowing him to lean back. A fresh wave of slick pulses out of you as you take in his drunken expression, your cum covering his chin and jaw and nearly dripping down his neck. You carefully sit up before tugging his shirt over his head and bringing him up to your level, your tongue darting out to taste yourself on his sweat covered skin. Kirk pants out against you before lightly wrapping a hand around your throat to tug you into an opened mouth and messy kiss. You moan into him as the taste of your musk finds its way to you as he licks and teases you, and he grunts as your hand slides down to his covered bulge, your fingers pulsing around his generous length in a teasing manner.

"Baby, please don't." He pleads, squeezing his eyes shut as his balls tighten and raise, heat rushing to his groin and causing his dick to jerk in your grip. You lick your lips in hunger as you feel him pulsate against you, before slightly raising your hand and beginning to unbutton his jeans.

"You don't have to." He tries to assure you, although his hips buck upward to help you yank his jeans and briefs down all at once. "Want to feel you inside of me." You murmur out against his lips, drinking in his whimpers as you reach down to gather some of your wetness to use it as a lubricant to slide your hand down his red and angry shaft.

"Yeah? You can have whatever you'd like, baby. Use me." He moans as you gently push him back to lie down on the couch beneath the two of you, his hands coming up to steady you as you shuffle on top of him and get into a comfortable squatting position.

You gasp loudly as you feel the tip of his dick nudge and twitch against your still oversensitive clit as you ready yourself, and you both let out resounding and punched out sighs of relief as you slowly lower yourself onto his accommodating and girthy length.

"Happy New Years, baby." Kirk shakily jokes from beneath you, before gripping onto your hips to guide you up and down his weeping cock, your soaked and clenching walls welcoming him in every single time.

Happy New Years, indeed.

[stevenssticks]

thinkin abt childhood best friends to lovers with cliff<333 (i’m such a sucker for this trope it’s soosososos cute)

cliff n you would be total opposites but identical at the same time. he’s so mellow, and you’re a big ball of energy, excited and passionate about everything. since you were kids you would drag him places like theme parks and cool stores you find in your area, literally jumping up and down when you find something fun to do. cliff would be a quiet but happy participant in your adventures, from when you were 5 looking at frogs in a nearby creek to when cliff got his first car and the two of you would go on mini road trips together.

you would have a wall of friend photos filled with mostly ones of you from wayyy way back. cliff has a lil photo of the two of you on your first day of kindergarten and one on your last day of high school. somewhere along your lengthy friendship, something in cliff’s brain shifted in his feelings towards you, sudden thoughts of innocent kisses shared between the two of you, moving into high school and early adulthood with nights where cliff would wind up with a hand in his flannel pants, wondering what it would feel like if it was yours instead.

of course you were having revelations of your own, having fallen head over heels for cliff somewhere along the way in middle school. pining after him like a lovesick puppy ever since. honestly the crush started earlier than you would ever admit to yourself (it was always there).

now, after the formation of metallica and cliff long times away from you for tours and gigs, he returns home to you over the summer while you’re visiting your parents. excited, energetic you runs right up into cliffs arms, making him nearly drop his beloved bass. you have drinks out on the counter already, and when you invite him back to watch movies in your bed, he sees your room is as you left it when you went off to college. all your photos of the two of you still up.

fast forward to two and a half movies later and you’re cuddled up under your sheets. it’s so domestic and it makes your head spin, how this is so close or exactly how it would be if he were your boyfriend instead. how that fine line in your relationship has blurred into near nonexistence. you look up at cliff to find that he’s already been looking down at you. you smile up at him, heart dancing around your ribcage. cliff moves a hand down your arm, closing his hand around yours and squeezing. you blink up at him, face heating up a little. and then the impossible happens.

cliff leans down, and kisses you. just a sweet little kiss on the lips. “i love you.”

you light up like a sparkler. you make a happy little noise and jump up into his arms, kissing him all over. cliff kisses you back, humming into your mouth while you keep making your happy little noises. wrapping your arms around him and trying to kiss him deeper, in which cliff gladly returns your enthusiasm. you move cliffs hair behind his ears, breaking the kiss to press your forehead to his.

“i love you too. so much.”

[sk4rlette8008]

Biting his forearm/bicep.

PLEASE I NEED IT NOW ITS A NEED

it is a need.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Hiiiii can you do no nut November with the rest of metallica too ( james, kirk, and jason or cliff or both ) ??

*also I loooooove your fics ❤️

A/n: Thank you sm! I'm glad you like my writing <3. I really should've expected people to request for the rest of Metallica lol so I wrote this, I'm also going to rewrite the one for Lars because someone asked for another with him and I figured why not, Cliff is also coming.

I make no guarantee's that any of these come out in a timely manner though :'3

Kirk, Lars, James, Jason

(Pre-written Lars + Cliff)

Metallica had another interview. Going into it none of them thought it would be any different to any other ones they’ve done, they’d talk about tour dates, upcoming albums, plans for the future, etc, etc.

Just as they expected they were hit with the usual questions, and a new one.

“What are your thoughts on no nut November?” The interviewer asked from behind the camera. The four bandmates exchanged confused looks.

“What the fuck is that?” Lars asked. The interviewer gave a small chuckle.

“You try not to, um, participate in any, uh, inappropriate acts..?” The explanation was met with more questioning faces.

“We can’t fuck for a month?” James asked.

“Exactly.” Silence.

“Well, that’s fucking stupid,” Lars stated, “who the fuck would do that?”

“I thought that was just just every month for you.” James teased with that horse grin of his. Lars swatted at him.

“You think I’d beat you then?” James went to say something but paused as he didn’t know how to respond to that. He didn’t want to lose but in this case it might be better?

It was clear the interviewer was intrigued with this, it was a new story about an uprising band. Everyone would want to hear about this, surely, no?

After some arguing, Kirk trying to calm James and Lars down and Jason just giggling at the whole scene, they came to an agreement of sorts. If they were the ones to initiate something with anyone, they lost. Jerking off and wet dreams also count as a loss. The exception was that if someone else initiated it, it wasn’t a loss.

Where the idea was had been lost on pretty much everyone, no money was set on the line, nothing happens if you lose. It was a bet based on how you thought of it, but it got James and Lars to calm down and the agency the interview was with was more than happy to pay for the details of the challenge to print in upcoming magazines.

[killazilla777]

never not talking about how boyfriend he is

[ihavenolife346]

❥☆My Girl☆❥

Pairing: Lars Ulrich and F!reader

Warnings: Swearing and arguing

Summary: James and Lars got into one of their arguments and James finally hit Lars’s breaking point.

James and Lars couldn’t even remember what they were arguing about this time, somehow it got to the topic of Y/N, Lars’s girlfriend and James’s best friend. But everyone could tell it got heated fast. They were in each others faces, they were screaming at one another, Kirk and Jason were amazed neither one of them had punch the other yet.

“Well at least I actually give a shit about Y/N unlike you, her fucking boyfriend!!!” James yelled, watching Lars’s eyes go from angry, to incredibly pissed off.

“The Fock do you mean by that James?!” Lars threw his hand in the air.

“You say you love her, but you fucking don’t! You don’t give a shit about anyone but yourself! You put her through way too much to actually love her!!” James didn’t even know why he was saying that, his anger was getting the best of him.

The second James spoke, Lars wasn’t angry anymore, he felt himself break at James’s words. Did you think he didn’t love you? Did you think he made you deal with to much to actually love you? Lars felt like he was about to cry, he just stood there staring blankly at James. “Fock you man…” Lars mumbled out, turning around to leave the room without another word.

“Not fucking cool man.” Lars had heard Kirk begin to scold James as he hurried out of the building.

Lars knew he was as asshole sometimes, but whenever he was an asshole to you, he always apologized, he never did mean to he a dick, he was typically just having a bad day, you seemed to know that. Lars knew it was late, probably close to midnight, he knew you would be asleep by now, but he needed to get home. He needed 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Lars felt like the short drive home took years, yet he managed to keep himself together as he walked into yours and his shared home. He tried his best too stay as quite as he could, not wanting to wake you. Taking off his shoes, Lars noticed how much he had been shaking. He had no idea how he kept himself together.

Walking into the bedroom, Lars was met with your sleeping figure. The sight of you being so peaceful made him feel somewhat relaxed. Lars smiled slightly when he saw you were in one of his shirts. Pulling off his own shirt and socks, Lars had quickly changed into a pair of shorts before crawling into bed with you. Lars was trying his absolute best not to wake you, knowing you could be a light sleeper, but his efforts failed. The second he was under the blanket, you had been pushing your head under his arm, curling yourself next to his with your head on his chest.

“Hi baby.” Y/N mumbled, throwing her arm over Lars’s waist, cuddling into his side. Lars had immediately wrapped his arm around the girl, he felt himself break down that very moment.

“H-hi sweetheart.” Lars stuttered out, holding back a sob, not wanting to bother the girl with his problems. Lars couldn’t help but think if you thought he didn’t love you. Hell, he loved you more than he loved anything in the world.

Y/N was immediately able to tell something was wrong. Lifting her head up slightly from his chest, Y/N was not fully awake, “what’s wrong?” Y/N muttered, seeing that Lars was about to break.

Lars finally let himself go, he couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Y/N heard his sobs as she unwrapped herself from Lars, turning to face him fully.

“I-I” Lars couldn’t even get a fully sentence out, burying his face in his hands.

Y/N knew that he didn’t want to talk about it right now, she knew he couldn’t, so instead Y/N laid herself against the pillows and headboard, offering her comfort for Lars. Lars had practically threw himself into her arms, breaking down crying.

Y/N had wrapped her arms around him, stroking his hair, mumbling nothing but sweet words to him until he was ready to talk. They laid there together, 12:45 in the morning until Lars was ready to talk. He was gripping Y/N’s waist like he thought she was just going to disappear, he was holding onto her like a life line. Y/N knew he didn’t get like this much unless something was said in an argument that really hurt, or someone had passed. The last time she saw him like this was when Cliff died.

When Lars had finally pulled himself together he decided to talk. “He said I didn’t love you.” Lars didn’t dare listen his grip on the girl, burying his head in her chest.

“What was that baby?” Y/N asked again, not minding his grip even when she knew that would probably bruise in the morning.

“He said I didn’t love you.” Lars mumbled once again, not moving an inch.

“What?” Y/N didn’t even need to know anything else to know that he was talking about James.

“He said I don’t give a shit about anyone but myself. He said I made you deal with to much shit for me to actually love you.” Lars felt tears build up again.

Y/N just sat there listening, running her fingers up and down his back, providing as much comfort as she could.

“Y-you know I Love you right?” Lars finally picked his head up, looking Y/N dead in the eyes who had already been staring down at him.

“I know you do baby. I know you love me. And I love you too, with all my heart. James doesn’t know shit. He doesn’t know how we work, how we love each other. Don’t listen to him, I know you love me, and I love you.” Y/N placed a passionate kiss on Lars’s lips, feeling him visibly relax at her words.

“I love you, so much.” Lars placed his head back onto her chest.

“I love you too Lars. Go to sleep, you deserve it.” Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, offering the man sleep. Y/N knew her back would hurt in the morning because she was basically sitting upright, but that was the least of her concerns, her focus was Lars right now.

Y/N felt his grip on her slightly loosen, she felt his breathing even out, and finally she heard soft snores. Y/N placed once last kiss on his head before she had decided to go back to sleep herself. She had made a mental note to either slap James or yell at him next time she saw him.