#lars ulrich x reader

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Please do a no nut November with daddy larz please please please….

A/n: Sorry it's so short, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless <3 I wasn't gonna add to the NNN thing but I had to for Lars, Danish princess is so pretty <3

Warnings: Smut, hand job, public sex, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Lars had heard about this stupid challenge through some friends. He tried to shut down the idea but his friends seemed pretty into it, thinking it would be fun to try. Seeing that his friends wanted to go through with it had him thinking it over.

He couldn’t get the idea of it out of his head and kept thinking about it his whole walk home. In theory it would be easy for him, his band was just getting started which was cool but they weren’t at the stage where people were throwing themselves at them or anything. He didn’t have a partner, not even someone he’d like to have as his partner. It would be easy, right?

As the month went on he kept the challenge in mind, checking in on his friends and how they were coming along. Sure enough by week two one of them failed, only fueling Lars’ ego with how easy this would be.

He was walking around his neighbourhood, thinking about this and that and the other thing when he noticed a garage sale. It was about noon, it was fairly busy as there were quite a few tables set up all filled with things. What caught his eye was the person he saw taking the money.

He swears he’s never laid his eyes on someone so beautiful. He came over, pretending to look around while he tried to think of something to say to start a conversation with you.

He couldn’t help but stare, eavesdropping on conversations just to hear your voice, your sweet laugh. Feeling someone’s eyes on you you glanced around before landing on Lars. His face flushed and he looked down, pretending to be uninterested.

You chuckled to yourself and went over to him. “Can I help you with something?” Lars just stared at you with a goofy grin.

“Uh, no, I’m just looking.” He replied after a long moment. “Um, why-why’re you getting rid of all this?” He asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“I’m going to college soon and I don’t need all of this.” You explained.

The both of you kept talking and eventually exchanged numbers. Over the next week you kept talking and hanging out, getting closer and getting to know each other. Another of Lars’ friends was out but he didn’t care, he had a pretty girl under his arm.

It was the night before you were supposed to leave for college and Lars wanted to take you out for one last stress free night. “Promise to call every day?” He asked. You were sitting on the hood of his old run down car at the top of a hill looking over the city like a cheesy romance movie.

You chuckled and nodded. “Yes, I’ll call you every day.” You leaned your head on his shoulder. His arm was around you and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“And you won’t find someone else?” He asked, a hint of worry sticking in his voice. “Not even if they’re taller and handsomer?” You knew this was a genuine fear of his, that you’d find someone better. It was still early in your relationship but that didn’t mean you were still looking, didn’t mean you wouldn’t have to tease him a little either.

“Mh, maybe.” You could feel Lars tensing a bit and he looked down at you. “I might need a little...” You trailed your hand up his thigh to his crotch. “Extra incentive~” This was definitely not the time that Lars wanted to be reminded of the challenge he and his friends had taken part in.

“Um, well, I just-” He stopped himself when you squeezed him through his jeans. You palmed him through his clothes, listening for what made your favourite sounds leave him and when you found one you liked you kept with it.

Lars was squirming a bit, reaching for you while you played with him. There was a road not far away, people passed by every now and then.

Lars’ moans were getting louder and he knew he shouldn’t, there was only a week left in the challenge and you were leaving. He reached for your hand and shook his head. “I-I can’t.”

You raised a brow at him. “Why not?”

“I-it’s this stupid challenge my friends told me about, I can’t, you know, until the end of the month.” He looked up at you and you couldn’t stop staring at his pretty eyes, plush lips and flushed cheeks.

“That’s stupid.” You said bluntly and kissed him. His arms wrapped around you and he held you close. “If not tonight then when?” You asked, pulling away slightly.

You undid his jeans and pulled him out of his underwear. Lars stared in awe as you started stroking him. You wanted to go slow in case he wanted you to stop but his head fell back and he began to moan again.

“Fuck, go faster.” He groaned, glancing down at his leaky cock in your hand. You sped up your pace, once again looking for that perfect sound. “Fuck, fuck! Fuck, ‘m gonna-ngh-gonna cum.” You kept the same fast pace and watched intently for his pretty, red dick to explode all over him.

Just as his high rocked through his body a car pulled up beside you guys. You put yourself between him and the car and quickly shoved him back in his jeans.

The people in the car next to you knew what you’d done but didn’t say anything and let you both sulk back into Lars’ car.

[reincarnationoftheparty]

spot the differen-YEAH THATS RIGHT CUZ YOU CANT DUH

[clem900]

100%

[nuchester]

Lars Ulrich Core 🤗

(Creds to kialovesmetal on tiktok!)

[metalliixx]

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴

𝘦𝘳𝘢: 𝘮𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 90'𝘴

. ╰──╮𝜗𝜚╭──╯ .

the second he found out you were pregnant, he started looking into moving your soon to be expanded family into the countryside, away from the noise of the city. he never neccesarily liked it, and now that you were to have kids, he wanted to raise them in the privacy and quietness of nature.

during your pregnancy he'd spend all the time he wasn't helping you on reading books about parenting, wanting to be as ready for the coming of the baby as he possibly could.

he'd feel really gulity if he had to leave you and go on tour while you were pregnant, and he'd try to call you as often as he could

you'd first child would be a girl, after finding out he'd be a little dissapointed, since he hoped for a boy. but the second he saw your baby girl for the first time all those thoughts left his head immidiately

you find him praying along with your daughter when you're done collecting the vegetables of your garden

if you had sons later on, he would teach them all the things he knew, he would take them hunting when they were older, teach them the chords to his favorite songs, play them the music he liked growing up

[accihoe]

Oh to have a friendship relationship like this

[nausicaamusiclover20]

/Introductory post/

Hello, I'm Nausicaa and I’m a recent fanfiction writer on Wattpad. But I decided to publish here on Tumblr.

My first language is not English, so if I make any mistakes please correct me!

If you have any requests, feel free for ask anything!

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Masterlist❤ Metallica

-James Hetfield-

The night we fell in love

Her smiling remedy

Tears and rain

Eyes of an angel, cold heart as ice

Notes from mon coeur

A night at the bar

One more chance

After the storm

A nerd's heart in a rock star's world

A New Beginning

Beyond the darkness

Finding our way back

Criminal love

Sweet obsession

Come back

Always you

Rewrite the past

You're still the one

Love reclaimed

Husband material? Ask the cheerleader!

Burning desire Burning desire pt2

Behind the rockstar

Too hot to handle

Fix us

Under the Shower's Touch

Just trust me, you'll be fine

Hurtful Word

Reckless love

Wrapped in love

Just the way you are

Healing touch

Playing with fire

Ink to ink

Two birds

Endless Affection

Breaking Through

Craving the forbidden

Where did you sleep last night? pt2 pt3

How's dating James Hetfield?

Decorating with Metallica: Chaos ensues

The wind rises

Burning winter

Lost in her touch

Back to December

-Kirk Hammett-

Horror movie night

A carnival of sweet surprises

Dancing in the kitchen

Disaster Chefs

Heaven beside you

Dancing with the waves

Bound in love

Lights, camera, love

Edge of desire

Safe in his arms

My immortal

Love and snowball fights

Just us two

A night among the stars

Trusting him

-Lars Ulrich-

A romantic dinner...with "some" unexpected events

Drunk N' Love

A rewritten love

Goodbye, my first love

She's gone

Held in desire

-Jason Newsted-

A cat, a record, and a kiss

Sick in his arms

When the rain fell

Blanket buddies

Backstage Temptation

More than anyone

The reason I stay

In the shadows of desire

Soundcheck crush

Soundcheck confessions

Moans in the dark

Whispers of the forest

-Cliff Burton-

Picture of us

Tea party

A song for you

Hugs and Warmth

-Dave Mustaine-

Lost in the moment

Backstage temptation

Laundry room secrets

His mistress

Tangled up in trouble

Guns 'N' Roses

-Slash-

More than a hot body

Alice in chains

-Jerry cantrell-

Wicked game

[metallicaislife]

Christmas Decorating - Metallica

Absolute chaos

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

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

You left the carnage for the guys to put back

You got the bins inside and they assembled

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

So you assigned yourself as the organizer of the chaos

James and Cliff would be assembling the tree

Kirk was in charge of detangling the lights

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

You put some Christmas records on and the organized chaos began

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

“Flip your piece right side up.” Cliff said 

“It is.” James answers

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

“That doesn’t look right.” James says

“It is.” Cliff answers and moves on 

“This is worse than guitar wires.” Kirk groans

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

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

So you abandon Lars and go to help detangle Kirk 

“Thank you.” Kirk smiles

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

You and Kirk then helped Lars with the decorations

You started putting garland up around the house 

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

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

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

Cliff topped the tree with a star 

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

You hit the house lights, and made some cocoa

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

[humanrindswrites]

chopped

summary: lars has a surprise for his wife

pairing: lars ulrich x female reader

warnings: fluff

word count: 1197

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A hat. Why is Lars wearing a hat?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And still wearing that hat.

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

Lars gave her a confused look before remembering.

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

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

“Okay, close your eyes.”

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

“Okay, open ‘em!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm, we’ll see about that.”

[xanticore]

Can you do a Lars ulrich fic where the reader is part of it can you do a dominant submissive relationship kinks where Lars is dominant and the girl or whoever is a submissive also the as well smut??

Back in 1984 in the hotel room???

I hope you enjoy anon! I don't like going straight into smut so yeah..it's a bit slow in the beginning but it gets juicy. promise.

“𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓’’

Genre: Smut

Setting: Summer of 1984 ,, New York

Warnings: Slight usage of the daddy kink (Lars gets so surprised by it) P in V, oral f receiving, pet names, and sailor mouth from Lars.

Summary: The band had finished their recording for ride the lighting. They all agreed to celebrate by hanging out at a club- getting drunk and hopefully be able to take a girl back to a hotel. Lately Lars hasn't had great experiences with the recent groupies he was with. None of them really fit his sex appeal. That all had changed when he saw a girl smoking alone.

"You gotta be fucking with me!" I blurted out before putting the phone back on the hook. A fan that goes by 'Lola' told me I'm an asshole. Maybe she's right. Only because I couldn't take how fucking horrible she was in bed. It really wasn't that great. I felt utter boredom with that chick.

"Was that Lola?" Kirk said in a teasing tone. I just huffed and rolled my eyes. "Of course it was. apparently I wasn't making her feel good, well tough world we live in because I didn't nut myself. Now we both can't have our way." I heard the other members let out a chuckle and it only made me more ticked.

For some reason, I could never find the fun girls like the others. They always had exciting fucking stories to tell about their night. Me, sometimes I either sleep alone or try to have fun with a girl that I bring back. Nobody was into anything I was. They just laid there and took it.

Im fucking 21! and I start my sex life completely shit. It's like I'm having sex with someone's grandma. Like Gross. I want some action. More interaction at least with a girl. I just wanna have fun till I can't anymore.

"Well, We did decide to hit up a club in downtown Manhattan. Maybe you'll find your girl there~" Cliff said giving me a wink. I forgot that quick we were in New York fucking city. "Oh yeah, New Yorker girls are totally hot too. Maybe you'll find that babe you're looking for." James added on.

I was now stoked for tonight. As the youngest in the band, I wanna try and have a good time and able to tell them stories. Stories that they can possibly relate to.

After being out all day, I took a quick nap in my room so I could have some energy for the rest of the night. I wanted to at least look presentable-but then got a reality check. Its a club filled with late teenagers and early twenty year olds. I just threw on a random band shirt with some black ripped jeans and some Nikes. I sprayed some cologne observing myself in the mirror.

"Come on Lars...you got this. Totally got this. We're gonna have fun and enjoy ourselves."

I talked with myself to give me some self confidence. I was full of it. Overly optimistic. I headed down to the hotel lobby where I was the last one to arrive. We had a personal driver that drove us to the top club strip of manhattan. The city lights of the ads and neon advertisements filled the night sky. It had my eyes 'glimmering' as Kirk would say.

We decided to walk along the strip instead, thanking our driver. "We'll take a cab back~" I said reassuring the driver. I saw him nod and left the van. The night life was now and all the adults were out in their club outfits walking along the sidewalk. It really had my heart racing in anticipation on how I'll end my night. Will it be good? or bad. Find out in the next episode of Lars' questionable sex life.

"Jeez, theres so many clubs. Should we just go to a typical twenty-one plus?" Kirk asked looking carefully at the signes that were out. It was different prices of alcoholic drinks during happy hour if you joind this club or that club. "No- Lets go to The Phantom." I said pointing at the bright purple neon sign. The club had a line literally wrapped around the corner of waiting club goers to get inside.

"Uhh. do you know that the Phantom is for...big shots?" Cliff asked as if he was confused.

"Uhh?? yeah. Thats why I said we should go there. Come on, I think we're big enough of a shot to party with the top class people." I said borderline excitedly, but still kept my cool.

"Ok but, we didn't even dress the part?" Kirk and James added in unison. I just sighed.

"Who gives a shit? Like come on it's a club. its gonna be dark. No one is gonna care about what we wear. Now get your asses over there."

Surprise surprise, there were people who recognized us. We did have shows in New York but it was nothing too extravagant. We were escorted to the front, showed our IDs and were in like a blink of an eye. "I guess you're right larsy~"

I just smirked at Cliff's comment. The music was pumping through its speakers and the flashing club lights were going in random directions. Everyone, dancing; and Kirk was the first one to get dragged out onto the dance floor with a girl. Cliff and James also had a pair come up to them, making me alone.

I just chuckled awkwardly looking around for somewhere to sit. All the seats at the bar was taken so that was out the picture. I didn't really care for sitting right now but I did want a drink in hand as I danced. I ordered myself a bottle of beer, taking it with me to the dance floor. Everyone had their partners but I didn't mind dancing alone having the occasional girls come and go.

Eight songs had passed already and my beer was halfway gone. I wasn't drunk but I desperately need another one to keep me occupied when i'm alone. I pushed my way through the sweaty crowd and back to the same bar. I gestured the bartender for another bottle and gave them a five dollar bill. I scanned the room to see my band mates with girls they found. I was a bit jealous to say the least.

James had two girls on him.

Cliff sharing a smoke with some biker chick.

Kirk was full on making out with someone at a vip table.

Me...at a bar on my second beer bottle with no action. It was time to mingle. I looked around for girls but every girl I saw just reminded me of fucking Lola. All the girls were just copy paste. Just when I was about to give up an leave, I see a girl alone at one of the vip tables. She was alone smoking a cigarette and drinking her drink.

Her hair was jet black and I couldn't tell what she was wearing from where I was standing. She looked hot from a far- could she be hot upclose?

I walked up towards her table- casually passing by Kirk who was still kissing mind you. I sat my beer bottle on the table causing a reaction out of her. "May I sit here?"

I asked politely..oh and by the way- she was totally my type of girl. She gave a gesture and I got in sitting across from her. "You know VIP only right?" Fuck, her voice was deep. "Yeah. What you don't think im an important person?"

"You're from Metallica aren't you?"

"I am sweetheart."

I saw her smile when I answered. She looked so shy and I couldn't really make out what she wanted. I kinda dig it. It was something new from a girl that I just met. "Well~ are you a fan- oop...speak of the devil hmm?" I asked her and just in the nick of time, one of our songs started playing.

"I'm a huge fan actually.." She confesses; tapping the cigarette ashes in the ash tray. Just by looking at her and her body language, I could tell she wasn't a groupie. She wasn't quick to ask anything about my wealth or even anything sexual. She was a genuine fan.

She made many first moves, by that I mean questions. Given her shy and quiet nature, she asked very interesting questions about the music and what's it like being famous. I never took the time to even think to myself about these things. With every questioned asked; I answered with full potential.

Being in the vip section of the club, waiters would come and go with drinks. She would get something fruity while I only had my beer. Luckily for this spot, I didn't have to pay.

"Excuse me sweetheart, I forgot to ask you your name."

"it's (name)"

"(name)? such a pretty name you got there baby. Care to join me on the dance floor?"

I gave her a wink before getting up from the booth. I walked towards her side pulling my hand out waiting for her to grab it. Her hands are so soft and pretty. Her nails were painted in a baby blue and a mood ring on her ring finger. When stood up I was almost towered. I was able to look her up and down and oh my god, she was so beautiful. From her height, her mannerisms, her features of her face-she seemed too unreal.

I manned up and guided her towards the glowing floor. It was a different song now. When Doves Cry by Prince was playing and I could clearly see little miss was a fan of him as well. All she needed was a couple more sips of her drink and baby was good to go. I watched as she mouthed the lyrics turning her back against me. I grabbed her hips helping her keep the rhythm.

I drunk a little bit more of my beer and carelessly threw it somewhere off the floor. Both of my hands touching her. She turned back around and her face was a soft color tint. We were both slightly drunk but still was able to recognize what was going on in our surroundings. I couldn't help but lay a kiss on those pretty plump lips.

It was a real pleasure feeling her kiss back. It was expected. I let her pull away and letting her continue dancing. She was teasing me and damn it I wanted her...

So i got her

The taxi ride back to my hotel felt like it was going on for hours. I opened the door to my room, I had her back against the door. I picked her up letting her legs wrapped around my waist. Our kiss was sloppy and desperate, no order was necessary.

We struggled to get our clothes off once we made it to the bedroom. I laid her down gently before taking my shirt off and letting her take off any piece of clothing she desired. She didn't have a bra on so her chest was immediately exposed to the cold air.

My lips around her hardened nipples as my other free went along to squeeze and grope her. She hummed and I enjoyed the reaction out of her but sadly it wasn't enough to my standards. I went up to her neck licking and biting the sensitive area that didn't take me long to figure out. My hands went down to her legs opening them, helping her slide her lace panties down.

I pulled away to see her now raw, naked body. She was fucking beautiful. She even had some tattoos, and a belly peircing. Fuck. My next move was to eat her alive. I saw her exposed pussy and couldn't help but smirk how wet she was. "You're glistening babydoll" I said slowly lowering myself down. My eyes locked with hers and she was shy at the fact of how I explained how needy she was. It was so fucking cute.

I let my tongue gently rub against her clit and the moans she made was what I was looking for. I continued confidently eating her out, making sure I tasted every drop of her wetness.

Hearing her whine and her fingers getting tangled in my hair was sending me into a frenzy. My jeans getting too fucking tight to handle but I was too busy to even care. All my focuse was on her and her only. Her moans were loud and desperate. Just how I like it.

Her back arches as she pushed my head further into her and of course-i didn't mind that at all. I tongued and finger fucked her hole, letting my other fingers slowly rub against her wet folds. She tasted like sweet sugar; something I never experienced before. I could tell she was close by her breathing patterns. I stopped causing her to groan in annoyance. "I wanna have some fun too~" I cooed lifting my head up to caress her cheek.

I took off my jeans and right when I was lining up to her hole, I had no condom. Fuck, I forgot to buy some earlier. I took a deep sigh smiling at her. "You don't mind me going raw do you babydoll?"

"I don't mind~"

I grinned and slowly pushed inside her. We both let out a sigh of relief feeling each other in intimacy. "Feels good baby?"

I asked. She hummed and that was my go to-to start thrusting. I found a rhythm but didn't necessarily followed it as my pace became desperate when I started to get used to feeling her. She was a moaning mess and her whimpers only made it better. I couldn't help but go a little harder on her.

"Daddy...it feels so good-"

My heart literally did at least two somersaults. I wasn't expecting her to pull that kink card on me and fuck I liked it alot. A little too much. "Oh yeah??" I smirked. I leaned down to kiss her on her neck, biting every possible place that I haven't touched yet. I moved my hand down to rub her clit in circles wanting her to be extra stimulated.

"FUCK..Don't stop please..." She cried out. I just chuckled.

"I had no plans to darlin." I responded, reassuring her. I pulled back and had my hand around her neck choking her. She was the first girl to even let me do this. Her eyes were turning red as it was starting to water. She looked so helpless..so submissive...it turned me on so fucking much. I was nearly close.

"Im gonna...cum...."

"Me too darlin...cum for me..cum for daddy yeah?" I continued to pound into her, the room filled with the sounds of our moans and skin on skin contact. "Fuck.." I quickly pull out and start to stroke myself. I released all of my cum on her stomach just in time. I fell down right beside her as we both tried to relax after coming down from our high.

I turn over to her and saw she was already asleep. It was a perfect opportunity to clean her up and let her rest through the night with me.

The next day

I was woken up by an empty spot in the bed. I frowned but it was flipped when I saw her note on the night stand.

Thank you for last night, I had fun. Sorry I couldn't stay until you woke up though, I had to meet back up with some friends. But here's my number if you still wanna keep contact *** **** - (Name) xoxo

I couldn't believe it, she gave me her number. My heart was honestly beating against my chest hard already.

It was time to head back home and of course, the last person to arrive. The others looked pretty bummed. "Good morning everyone...why the long faces?" I asked in concern. They just sighed. "I didn't get no action, nor sleep because all I heard was you and that girl" Kirk said as he had his arms crossed.

Lars couldn't help but blush out of embarrassment at the last part, but at the same time-couldn't help but laugh. "Seems like I'm the only one that got action huh? oh boy do I have a story to tell~"

a/n : Im still getting the hang of writing smut so please be kind!!!

dividers: cr to owners

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Using Safe Words - Metallica pt.1

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

Link to part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why would you do that?”

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

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

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

[reincarnationoftheparty]

Such a slut

[mustainesgrrl]

best buddies :33 .

[nuchester]

Dave & Lars (1999) 🩷

[clem900]

Mmmhgg

[eenniess]

he definitely growls when it hurts.