My Contribution To The Metallica Jameson Toxic Yaoi Club

Hello everyone...

You know, October is coming up and I was thinking, huh, I think I want to write Kinktober again...

So I'm back dear readers, I admit, I disappeared for almost a year but I'm back with a second edition of Kinktober, this time with gay ships of Metallica. You hear it right, Gaytallica will be this year.

Like last year, I don't promise you big overly elaborate one shots, I'll just offer you pure obscenity, that is.

So stay tuned because I will soon publish the list with this year's kinks and may or may not do polls to decide which ship will be left with which kink.

i got lazy halfway, dont talk about it

In Italy we say: MANZO

That sluttynastyfuckin' chocker was to die for!!! 🫠

There is not much to say. Dedicated to @plusvanity 💜

part 3! the last one. they look soo good on this pic, wish i have a friend to recreate lars and kirk 🫶

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.

Hi! Would you be comfortable to write the story with the reader who is in abusive relationship with a guy, and one night after a severe fight with him she managed to leave his flat and came to Kirk. I'd like to read a hurt/comfort story with a happy ending (not smut one) if you consider writing it.

Awwww dude this is so sad and cute at the same time

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 ¹⁹⁹⁹

Barely able to see through the tears, I stumbled out of the apartment, my cheek stinging from the blow that had just landed there. I don't know where I was going, I just knew I had to get away, to go far away.

I found me instinctively heading toward the one place I knew I would be safe. I didn't think twice, my feet carried me toward Kirk's place like their own accord. I'd known Kirk for years. He was the closest thing to a friend I'd ever had.

By the time I reached the door, My hands were unsteady, reaching up to knock, and I sort of just paused there, wondering if I even belonged here. But that fear of going back home, facing that monster again, took over anything else. I knocked.

The door was finally squeaked open, and there before me stood Kirk, under the shitty light of his entryway.

"Jesus, what happened?" he asked frantically.

The words just couldn't come out of my mouth, they were stuck like glue in my throat, along with sobs that I tried with everything to stifle. All I did was shake my head.

Kirk didn't lose time. He reached down and gently pulled me inside, closing the door behind us. His touch was so gentle as he led me to the couch, helped me sit down, then dropped to a knee in front of me. He was so near, yet I could see how every line of his face, how his eyes were looking into mine.

"Please tell me," he said softly "What happened?"

My mouth fell open to speak, but all I could choke was a sob. I quickly clasped a hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the noise, but Kirk just reached up and gently took my hand in his, pulling it away from my face.

"Shh, you’re okay. You don't have to say anything until you're ready," he whispered, his thumb stroking over my knuckles.

Before I knew it, I was spilling. I told him about the fight, how it had started over something tiny, as it always did. How it had escalated, his anger turning into something violent, something I hadn't had before. How he would hit me, how he would keep hitting with me,blow after blow, until I couldn't take it anymore. I ran.

I was weeping uncontrollably with my shoulders shaking. Kirk's face was a mass of just hardly contained fury, his jaw loosely grinding together with muscles clenching so hard that I could see them twitch the skin. But his touch stayed so gentle, his hands never leaving mine.

"He hit you," Kirk repeated, his seriousness terrified me. "That son of a bitch hit you.”

I nodded, "everyone thinks it's just... normal arguments, that I'm exaggerating, but it's not. I can't. I can't take it anymore, Kirk…”

In his mind, I could see, he was turning over the best way to tell me, looking at me with sorrow. He let out a very slow breath before he spoke again.

"You're not going back there," he said, his tone brooking no arguments, "You're staying here with me and I'm going to call him to end this bullshit."

I opened my mouth to protest, to tell him that this was exactly why I didn't want to be more trouble, but he silenced me with a glance. "No," he said firmly. "This isn't your fault, and it's not your problem to fix. He's the one who screwed up, not you.”

I nodded weakly, too tired and too much broken to argue. "Ok…" I whispered.

He nodded, satisfied, and now I helped him to his feet, keeping his arm about me as he had with me.

He led me carefully towards his bedroom. Down the hall, into his room, seated on the bed edge, careful with me, so careful, like I was porcelain as he helped me sit.

“I’ll get you cleaned up,” he smiled faintly moving to get a washcloth. When he got back, he knelt in front of me again, his hands slow as he wiped the blood away from my split lip and the tears from my cheeks. He worked in quiet as my eyes watched his every movement. I felt something in those seconds, something I couldn’t name.

When he was done, he put the cloth aside and looked up at me, filled with so much care that it ached in my chest. "You're safe," he said gently.

I nodded my head, swallowing hard against the mountain in my throat. "Thank you," I finally managed to say.

He made no answer to my words but helped me to settle. There was a bed beneath me with softness, and the covers gave and were warm, and for the first time in what seemed forever, I felt safe.

Kirk climbed in beside me, moving slowly, not wanting to startle me. He pulled me into his arms so that the solid warmth of his chest was pressed against my back.

"It's okay," he whispered, breath warm by my ear. "I've got you."

I closed my eyes and let myself be cocooned in him.

"You're so strong," he murmured. "But you don't have to be strong all the time.“

I wouldn't have thought Kirk would be here to walk me through it.

All I could do was nod, and that was sufficient enough for him.

Kirk pressed a soft kiss to the crown of my head, his lips sitting there for a moment.

I wasn't alone. I had Kirk.

God wants you to sexualize that old man

Kirk as a Squid Game character ○ △ ☐

little detail here- Ride the lightning was released in the year 1984! Hence why I made Kirk’s player number 084! ○ △ ☐