𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ²⁰⁰⁴

Look at him LOOK AT HIM LOOK AT HIM LOOK HOW HOT HE IS LOOK ME IN MY EUES AND TELL ME HOW HOT HE IS CUZ THEARS NO WAY HES NOT BITCH IM LITRALLY GOING TO SCREAM CRY THROW UP AND KICK MY FEET STOP CUZ HES SO AJJCJQJCWMNCMEMFMWMFMWMDN AHHHHHHH

Jason and James 🐰🦁

req: hiii :'3 i just saw that u opened reqs which is so cool1!! and i saw the heavy kink stuff... finally someone who understands me!! do you think you could write a klars fic where kirk keeps biting lars and hearing him whine until kirk takes a bite out of him?? eek ive been wanting a fic like this 4ever!!! byebye thank you!!!

omfg this is hot ESPECIALLY cuz we all know lars whimpers. a lot.

look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that man is a dom. WITHOUT LAUGHING. CAN'T FUCKING DO IT CAN YOU??

also i feel like load!era kirk would be super into biting and hickies and stuff like that so thats the pairing

rtl!lars ulrich x load!kirk hammett

cws: biting, teensy bit of blood, dry humping, lars cums in his pants 🤭, daddy kink, somnophilia, blowjob, boot humping, praise, anal sex, no beta we die like men

The front door creaked open, silhouetting Kirk against the carpet of his apartment. The light from the hallway faded as he stepped into the living rooms, being careful to close the door quietly before flopping down onto the couch. He reached over to the lamp sitting on the table beside him and was startled to see Lars fast asleep in the recliner opposite him. The warm, soft light from the lamp gave Lars a sort of glow, highlighting his hair and skin. Once he had taken off his jacket, he crept over to the recliner and leaned down to pick the young man up before he froze.

"Umf, fuck... yes, yes..." Lars whispered.

Krik grinned to himself, not realizing that Lars was in fact having one of the filthiest dreams of his life. Kirk's arm was hitched right under Lars' knees when Lars moaned out.

"Daddy, yes...right there, please!"

It was at this time Kirk realized just what kind of dream his boyfriend was having. He felt his cheeks flush and his pants get tighter. He picked Lars up and carried him to the couch, trying his best to keep him asleep. Once Lars' head was safely propped up against a cushion, Kirk crawled over Lars, becoming face level with him, before leaning down to nip at his neck, enough so he could feel it, but gentle enough so it wouldn't wake him. Lars whimpered at the contact and leaned slightly into it. Kirk smiled against his skin and continued to mark his skin with indents and bruises. Before long, he was softly rutting against Lars, grinding their hard-ons together through their jeans. Lars only got more vocal, his whispers and whimpers turning into yells, before his eyes snapped open and he bucked his hips up straight into Kirk. The older man's pace was brutal, his cock throbbing and staining the front of his jeans with precum. He was so infatuated with the way Lars' jeans grew tighter and tighter, watching his dick twitch beneath the denim, that he didn't notice Lars awaken. The boy let out a moan, gripping onto Kirk's arm, making him quicken his pace.

"Hey baby," he grunted, focused on his thrusts.

Lars dug his nails into his forearm at the raspiness of his voice.

"Fuck...Daddy please, I need to c-cum."

"My baby gonna cum in his pants like a fucking teenager? Huh?"

"Please... I'll do anything!"

With those words, Kirk stopped, earning a whine from Lars, before standing up and grabbing Lars' forearm, forcing him to his feet, before sitting down on the sofa and signaling for Lars to get on his knees.

"If you wanna cum, you have to earn it. My pretty baby is gonna hump my boot in his jeans while he sucks me off."

Lars groaned, earning him a glare from Kirk. The older man leaned forward, grabbing his lover's throat in an iron grip.

"Watch it. Brats don't get to cum. Besides, you said anything." He gave him a light tap on the cheek before pulling away, relaxing against the back of the sofa, waiting for Lars to make a move.

Kirk set his boot in between Lars' knees. Lars slowly sunk onto his boot, rubbing against it gently, eyes rolling back at the pressure. Once he had gained his composure, his hands crept up Kirk's thighs, teasing his bulge. He unbuttoned his pants before unzipping them with his teeth, making Kirk groan and grasp at his hair. Once his boxers had slid down his shaft, Lars took the head into his mouth, tasting his precum, before taking Kirk by surprise and sinking down half his length.

"Oh, fuck! Pretty boy's gonna fuck with me, huh? I'll fuck with you right back."

He tapped his boot against the ground aggressively, earning a yell from Lars. He kept riding it, desperate for release.

"That's right baby, fuck, take it...." he panted, fucking his throat. Lars's hair had been pulled back into a ponytail while Kirk mouth-fucked him. Lars managed to pull off before moaning,

"Please, please I needa cum so bad, please Daddy, I'll be a good boy!"

"Shit! Cum for me baby, want to see your fucked-out face."

Lars came, and he came hard. His hips stuttered as he groaned, clinging to Kirk's leg like a lifeline. Cum seeped through the denim, landing on Kirk's boot. His eyes rolled back, and his mouth hung open. When he finally came down from his high, he looked Kirk wearily in the eye, and feeling guilty for not making him finish, reached a hand out to jack him off. Kirk clamped down on his wrist before he was even past his thigh.

"Nuh-uh sweetheart, I gotta better job for you."

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Half an hour later, Kirk was sitting on that very same couch with Lars straddling his hips, fucking himself on the older man's cock. Kirk's face was buried in the brunette's neck, biting and licking whatever he could reach. Lars' hands clamped down on his shoulders, nearly drawing blood. He had cum three times so far, oversensitive and exhausted. But Kirk kept him there, refusing to let him leave. His hands never left his hips, except to run up and down his sides or to give him a light smack on the ass.

Lars' soft "uh uh uh"s mixed beautifully with Kirk's growls and praise, filling each other's ears with an odd type of music. As Lars neared his fourth orgasm, Kirk dug deeper into his skin, his canines poking into his neck. Lars' hands found their way into Kirk's hair, keeping him smothered in his neck, begging him to go deeper. They came at the same time as Kirk's teeth finally broke skin, Lars screaming at the intensity of the orgasm, Kirk moaning out at the metallic taste flooding his mouth. Kirk stayed latched to the wound, nearly sucking his lover dry, as Lars cockwarmed him, too tired to lift himself up. Once Kirk found his way out of Lars; neck, the brunette had fallen asleep on his shoulder, arms still wrapped around his neck.

Do I have to say anything else like?

「 James Hetfield + Tattoos 」

Jason boxer and his coach James part 1

Kinktober 2024 ft. Gaytallica

Here it is, this year's Kinktober list, there's a little bit of everything so... Oh, my brain is going to melt

I have some ships established for certain days but, there are other days that are still free so for that I will do voting

I swear, I don't have time but here I am doing this, I'm out of my damn mindset

"The Real RomCom" Kirk Hammett x Fem!Reader

Summery: You and Kirk are talking and clear the air of any awkwardness on why you’re so shy and bond :P (fluff, fluff, fluffy, fluff.) (also not proof read)

TW: Alcoholism, mentions of drugs, name calling, anxiety, language.

PT 3

1984-85 Kirk Hammett

Your conversation migrated back to the kitchen where you both are now sitting opposite from each other on the counter top drinking water.

“I knew you guys were before I came here.” you embarrassingly admitted. It is an every day that you meet a famous band. You were shocked you were going through telling Kirk this, but here you are. “ as you can see, I have a great taste in music.” You jokingly boast pointing to your shirt. The only way you knew how to hide your anxiety was to laugh your way out of the situation.

Kirk left at your sarcasm, “Yep, I’m well aware.”

“I’ve been reading about you guys too. Listening to the music was awesome but I like reading what makes up the band, you know?”

Kirk quickly agrees with you, “Yeah absolutely! I do the same thing with music and movies. But why didn’t you say you were a fan?”

They were it was. The question you were dreading the whole night, “why are you so quiet?” you thought, “does she speak?” there is no denying you had social anxiety, but you didn’t like having to blow out about it when someone decided it was a problem. You didn’t want it to be anybody’s business because you’re the one who has the problem. You have several lines you have picked out when the situation in springs itself onto you. Most of them, being sarcastic, rude, and snarky with a dash of smart ass. But you knew now that you wanted to be honest with the guy you like. “ Well, I have some anxiety when I’m at parties, which is a big reason I don’t go to them, Beck does, though, all the time.” You say, trying to keep your voice loud enough so Kirk can hear you but quiet enough that other people can’t.

Kirk understandably nods, taking a mental note that you don’t like party’s. “I know it doesn’t seem like it but I don’t like being around people all that much either.”

You blink at his words, “But you’re a performer. You’re constantly on stage in front of thousands of people.”

“Yeah, but the talking part is my downfall.”

You tilt your head back while making an “ooo” sound. “Well, you’re not doing too bad right now.”

He chuckled catching your tone, “Heh, thanks. I could say the same. Could.” He smirked.

You let out a laugh, “Wow. Thank you so much Kirk, my anxiety is cured.” Lightly nudging his leg with your foot, you realize what song started to play. “Hey I know how to play this song!” You yelled over a very loud version of “The Trooper”.

Kirks eye were as wide as saucers, “You play?!” He asked, shocked and impatient waiting for your answer.

You nod quickly, “yeah on my guitar!”

Hearing this, Kirk wasted no time jumping from the counter, taking your hand and pulling you out of the kitchen. “Whoa, whoa, slow down! Where are we going!?” You laughed as Kirk and you ripped through the swinging doors and b-lining for the stairs. Barely missing the people you both were zipping passed

“You’ve got to be the coolest fucking chick here. I’m gonna show you something.” He said taking two at a time up the stairs. You never read anything saying Kirk had agility, you were impressed.

You quickly pushed the thought away as Kirk had almost run into someone as you approached the top of the stairs. “Holy hell Kirk, slow down! You’re gonna kill someone!” You cackle as you hear a faint apology leave him.

By shear luck, you both make it to the top of the stairs in one piece. You catch Beck’s curious eyes. “Don’t mind us!” Kirk yelled, whilst everyone now minding us. Not knowing in the moment how to respond to Beck, you shrug your shoulders as Kirk pulls you out of sight.

-Earlier after Beck’s chat with Lars:

Lars plopped down onto the couch with Beck sitting in the love seat across from him. “Beck I swear we were just having fun- Ow!” James and Cliff look up from the conversation they were having.

Beck cut off Lars’ statement by chucking a pillow at him. “I don’t wanna fucking hear it, I told you that she doesn’t drink like that and it wouldn’t help.” She yelled pointing her finger in an accusing way at Lars, in result made him sink lower in to the seat.

“What the hell did you do now Lars?” James asked shooting a questioning look over to his friend. Lars opened his mouth to defend himself but was quickly interjected by Beck, “You’re drummer got my best friend drunk because he thought she “needed it”. You don’t know how she get when she’s drunk! It can be a serious hand full sometimes.”

“Dude it’s not like I drugged her!” Lars spat.

“I don’t fucking know that!” Beck fired back.

“Well I’m sure she’s fine now, Kirk’s got her downstairs, so could you both please. Chill the fuck out.” Cliff supplied, quieting the “brats” of the group as Kirk put it one day. Beck and Lars gave each other a glare before sulking quietly in their seats.

“Do you guys want to play Gin or do you wanna continue hating each other?” James asked. Beck gave a final look to Lars as Beck sighed and got out of her seat to play. Lars following suit and ironically, forcing to sit next to her. “Okay,” James began. “We all know how to play yes?” Beck, Cliff, and Lars all nod. “Great, Cliff you’re on my team.”

“What? Why do I have to be stuck with her!” Lars whined, like a child.

Beck whipped her head towards him and scoffed, “Fuck you, deal with it!” She yelled.

Lars shook his head and brought his elbows to the table so his arms could hold his head up. “Let’s just play.” He said admitting defeat which gave Beck a small sense of pride.

“So, it’s regular Gin but each set you make your opponent has to take a shot, for each run you make your opponent has to take a double shot.” James explained. They all nodded and began to play with Lars passing the 10 cards on either side of the table. It’s not even halfway through the first round when James knocks on the table.

“Fuck already?” Beck asked, not believing they’ve already gotten their cards sorted out.

“What do you wanna do now?” Lars asked Beck, there really wasn’t much they could do at this point, they barely had a set and the run they were trying to make looked pitiful.

“Well throw that one away and let’s see what we get.” Lars nodded and did what he was instructed. The card he pulled didn’t work in their favor.

Lars lowered his head, “Fock.” And Beck agreed. They knocked indicating they were done and they all laid their cards out. You couldn’t believe the luck Cliff and James had. Two sets and a run.

James grabbed the vodka and two shot glasses, “Read’ em and weep ladies. Time to drink.”

Smirnoff, Beck thought, of course. Lars and her both let out a defeated grumble as the reached for the glasses. Cliff poured the first, “Whoa, whoa, easy!” Beck held up a hand but Cliff stopped when he felt like it. Lars sighed with Beck and tapped the glass on the table before forcing the liquor down their throats.

Lars put his glass down first, “This was more fun earlier.” He pouted. Beck elbowed him as Cliff poured another tall one. This one was downed then two more, taking their punishments like champs they set their glasses down.

“Okay, again. This time we’re gonna win.” Beck stated catching her breath with Lars agreeing. James set it up and Cliff dealt the cards. Drone then on the game went like that back and forth. Soon, they were all too tipsy to even remember the game’s name and Beck completely forgetting her best friend down stairs.

“Ha! A red Ace!” Lars yelled drunkenly, “Go Fish!” Everyone laughed out loud.

“You fucking idiot, this is Black Jack!” James snorted, reaching to smack Lars and Becks cards.

Beck was pulled from the conversation when she heard what sounded like a stampede of buffalos up the stairs. “What the fuck?” She said turning her attention towards who was at the stairs. Her eyes were darting back and forth, struggling to stay on a still object. Oh, it’s Y/N, she thought. Why was she being dragged by someone who looks like Kirk?

“Don’t mind us!” Beck heard. She saw you shrug and disappear. “Well, ok then.” Lars said and everyone started laughing again as Beck hadn’t realized they had caught everyone’s attention. Beck went back to conversing with the group as her subconscious mind reassured her you were ok and with Kirk.

END OF PART 3!!!!!

A/N: Um let’s pretend that I didn’t just ignore everyone for half a year 👀. I hope you enjoyed, I’m currently working on Dave stuff so tell me what you want to read. Smut is iffy for me but if you request I’ll keep it in mind. Thank you sm for being this unbelievably patient.❤️❤️

Tag-list: @mybloodyvalentine09 , @lunesispunk , @kirkslov3r

Hi Elena!

Could you maybe write something with this specific era James where he fucks his girl in missionary and he gets so worked up looking at her tits that he ends up pulling out and cumming on them? Bonus points if he uses his 🍆 to smear his cum all over them.

Reader or James POV, either one is fine

THIS GIF IS SO SEXY DUDE

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ²⁰⁰⁶

I lay sprawled on the bed, my naked body glistening with the sweat, as James crawled towards me. That is always the way it happens with him any time we are about to fuck, his passion never fails.

As he positioned himself between my legs, I could feel him buzz with how horny he was. I couldn't help arching my back a little as he started to ease inside me. In that now familiar feeling, our bodies linked.

I relax back, feeling everything. His thrusts grew more urgent, his pace quickening as he drove into me. I felt his breath hot against my skin while his lips nuzzled at my neck, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

“Baby… you were fuckin’ made for me…”

With every thrust, my breasts jiggled. In fact, James' eyes did not leave them, fixated by their fleshy beauty, and I could only feel very proud about how they bounced to every single movement.

James stopped mid thrust, his eyes fixing on my chest once more. In a seconds long gaze, his pupils dilated as he stared at my naked breasts, and something in his gaze was so overwhelming that I felt like I was choking, the feeling suggesting that something had turned.

"Fuck," he groaned again, his voice very low. "Your tits are so fuckin’ beautiful."

I felt my face flush as he began to move again, feeling the tingle down my spine. But it was somehow very different this time; he wasn't making love anymore, but seemed to be in a mindset to worship my body.

His thrusts came harder, and I felt him push deeper inside of me than he ever had. I could feel my breasts bouncing wildly with every movement, and James' eyes never left them. It was as if he had become mesmerized by them, his desire to possess them completely taking over.

I was gasping for air, and my body started to shake while he was pumping still into me. Everything went intense at that second, and an ocean of pleasure began to sweep over me before James came.

It was then that, instead of cumming, he pulled out abruptly from me. His gaze locked again on my chest, and with a quick, he grabbed his cock and began to masturbate.

"Gonna cum on ‘em…” he groaned.

I stared in lust as he emptied himself all over my bare breasts. Some kind of hot rain shower burst forth from his tip, spattering against my skin. I felt it seep into the valleys between my nipples and pool around my flesh while he continued to pump his cock.

"Look at you," James panted, his eyes never off my chest. "You're covered in me."

He reached out one hand, almost lazily, and smeared some of the cum onto my skin with his fingers. I moaned slightly at the sensation as he did this again and again.

"Fuck," James groaned, barely loud enough to hear. "You're so goddamn sexy."

I gazed down at myself, a strange sort of pride he smeared cum all over me with his cock. It was an unusual feeling, but one that seemed to excite me.

James continued to play with the cum on my chest, gently slapping my breasts with it as he praised my beauty.

The more he played, the more excited I was by the sight of his seed all over me. I had this huge urge to taste him.

"Can I…?" I barely managed to get the words out of my mouth.

James gazed up at me with the familiar smolder in his eyes. "Yes, fuck… I’m gonna cum again, take it," he growled, pushing toward me.

I bent low, the cool air of the room across my skin as I reached out and grasped my lips around him. Cum immediately shot onto my tongue, salty and sweet all at once. I moaned softly as James began to thrust into my mouth, just gently as he rid himself of the last of his seed down my throat.

The bed swallowed us whole as we collapsed onto it. Looking down at the smears of cum still adorning my chest, I couldn't suppress the smile that appeared there.

“You look so good covered in me.”

LOOK AT THIS MAN! 😭