That Hair Was Glorious 😘

Hi to my favorite writer 😍 Can you please write a fic in which the reader is Lars' gf and she always follows him on tours and one day after a show, Lars is so sweaty and wants to take a shower and the reader/his gf offers him to join him and take a shower together and things happens (smut) 🙈

Thank you for another request, there sure is a lack of Lars fics 😘

Slippery when wet

Lars Ulrich x Reader ☆ smut, shower sex, oral

The lights were still flashing in my eyes as we made our way back to the hotel after another insane Metallica show, the roar of the crowd still ringing in my ears. Lars was sweaty and exhausted, his hair sticking to his forehead in damp strands.

"God, I need a shower," Lars groaned, running a hand through his long hair. "I'm drenched in sweat."

I smirked, knowing exactly what he needed as we entered the privacy of our shared hotel room. "I can help with that?"

Lars raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh really? And how do you plan on doing that?"

I took his hand and led him into the bathroom with a promising smile. Turning on the water and adjusting the temperature to the right level, I started to strip. Lars followed suit, ready to unwind after a adrenalin rushed night on stage.

Once in the shower, the warm water cascaded over us, mingling with the cool air of the bathroom as I stepped closer to Lars, my hands instinctively finding their way to his shoulders. The tension in his muscles was palpable, a testament to the high-energy performance he had delivered on stage.

I guided him to lean against the cool tile wall, creating space for my soapy hands to glide across his sweaty skin. Starting at his nape, I worked my way down, massaging the tense muscles that had built up from hours of intense drumming. My fingers danced along his vertebrae, sending tingles down his spine.

As I reached his upper back, I couldn't resist leaning in, my lips brushing against the tender flesh before I captured his lips with mine in a searing kiss.

The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate as the water continued to cascade over us, my tongue swirling with his.

Breaking away, I sank to my knees on the slippery tiles, with a coy smile. My gaze locked with Lars', hunger burning in his eyes as I wrapped my hand around him. I stroked him slowly, savoring the feel of his velvety skin and the way he throbbed in my soft grip.

"You're so hard already." I purred, stroking him from base to tip. "Do you like having my mouth on you, Lars?"

A smirk curled Lars' lip as he gazed down at me, his green eyes gleaming with amusement and lust. He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest.

"Oh come on," he scoffed. "You've been dying to get your lips around my dick all night. So go ahead, take what you want. Show me how much you crave it." He placed a hand on the back of my head, guiding me closer.

I looked up at him, a challenge in my eyes, before wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock and sucking gently. His taste, a mix of salt and something uniquely Lars, filled my senses, making me hungry for more.

"Mmm, that's it," Lars groaned, his grip tightening in my hair.

I bobbed my head, taking more of his length into my mouth and hummed around him, the vibrations sending pleasurable shivers through his body.

"Look at you, so eager to please." Lars gasped, his hips starting to buck in time with my sucks. "Fuck..."

His words dissolved into moans as I picked up speed, determined to bring him to the brink. Just when I felt his cock twitch and swell, signaling his impending climax, he suddenly pulled me off with a jerk.

Before I could protest, Lars spun me around, pinning me against the slick tiles with his petite frame. His lips crashed onto mine in a hungry, dominating kiss, his tongue plundering my mouth.

Our mouths moved in a feverish dance, tongues entwining as warm water pattered against our entangled bodies. I could feel his hardness pressed against me, the heat radiating from his skin seeping into mine.

Without breaking the kiss, Lars began to move lower, his lips trailing along my neck, across my collarbone, and down the expanse of my breasts.

Reaching my pelvis, he knelt, his hands grabbing my thighs and pulling them apart, opening me up to his gaze. Water poured down between my wet folds, mingling with the arousal trickling from my core.

Lars looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire as they roamed over my body. "So gorgeous, let me taste you." He breathed, his voice husky with need.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips against my inner thigh and his hot breath fanned over my pussy. "I can't wait to fuck you." Lars murmured, his voice a rough purr vibrating against my skin.

His tongue darted out, licking a stripe up my center, tasting the sweet juices mixed with water. He managed to bury his face in my cunt, his pointy nose pushing against my clit, creating a wonderful friction.

My back arched as Lars' skilled tongue delved deeper, circling my entrance before plunging inside. He lapped at my inner walls, savoring the taste of my arousal while his nose continued to rub against my sensitive clit. His hands roamed my thighs, gripping and kneading the flesh as he ate me out.

The dual sensations sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body, toes curling and fingers digging into Lars' scalp as I ground against his face.

"Lars..." I moaned, my voice ragged with need. "Don't stop, please."

He doubled his efforts, tongue delving deeper into my clenching channel as his thumb found my swollen clit, rubbing firm circles around the bud. The combined stimulation pushed me rapidly towards the edge, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

"I'm so close." I panted, my thighs trembling as Lars was driving me mercilessly towards climax. And then, with a final swirl of his talented tongue, I shattered. My vision was blurring and body convulsing as my orgasm crashed over me, making me moan loudly.

As the aftershocks subsided, leaving me with shaky legs, Lars steadied me, grabbing onto my hips to keep me upright. He pressed a soft kiss to my wet folds, then slowly stood, his eyes burning with desire.

Turning me to face the cool tile wall, he positioned himself behind me, the swollen head of his cock nudging my entrance. "Brace yourself baby because I'm about to fuck you stupid." Lars growled in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

With a swift, powerful thrust, Lars sheathed himself fully inside me, stretching my sensitive walls deliciously wide. A groan rumbled from his chest as he savored the feel of my tight heat enveloping him.

He began to move, setting a fast pace as he pounded into me with unrestrained ferocity. Each stroke sent a wave of pleasure through my core, the force of his thrusts causing my breasts to jiggle and hands trying desperately to hold onto the slippery tiles in front of me.

Lars reached around, his hand finding my clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in firm circles. The dual assault on my senses quickly had me careening toward another peak, my inner muscles fluttering and clenching around his pistoning shaft.

"Yes, just like that!" I whimpered as I pushed back to meet his relentless rhythm.

As Lars' relentless thrusts continued, I felt the pressure building once again. He sensed my nearing climax, increasing the intensity of his strokes and circling my clit with greater urgency.

With a hoarse moan, Lars buried himself to the hilt and stilled, his hot seed erupting within me. The feeling of him pulsing and throbbing, filling me up, was enough to push me over the edge.

My orgasm hit like a wave, crashing over me with overwhelming intensity. I cried out and my knees nearly gave out from under me. But Lars was there, strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I trembled and convulsed against him.

I leaned heavily against him as he held me securely and for a moment, neither of us moved, simply basking in the afterglow, chests rising and falling in tandem.

Eventually, Lars carefully withdrew from my spent channel, his cum dribbling down my inner thighs. A soft, satisfied smirk played on his lips as he gazed at me, his eyes filled with affection and amusement.

"Let me help you clean up, baby." he offered with a soft smile as he held onto my waist. "You think you can walk?"

"Fuck no." I admitted dramatically. The thought of venturing out for drinks afterward, in my current state, seemed laughable, legs feeling like jelly.

"Oh no, that's too bad." Lars chuckled mischievously, his hand coming to smack my ass lightly, a playful glint in his eyes before he drew me into a tender kiss, our lips meeting in a passionate embrace.

Kirk Hammett for Guitar Center

Embracing Imperfections

Reader is feeling insecure about her body and Kirk is there to tell her how much he loves her body.

Kirk Hammett x Reader ☆ Fluff and tiny bit of smut, body insecurities

Standing in front of the mirror, dressed in a pair of tight cycling shorts, you can't help but feel self-conscious about your thighs. You had been feeling that you had gained some weight recently, and it was starting to affect your confidence. You sigh, running a hand over your curves and wishing you could just magically make them disappear. You turn this way and that, trying to get a better look at yourself from every angle.

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should voice your insecurities. But Kirk's comforting presence makes you feel safe, and you decide to open up to him. "Kirk baby," you watch him through the reflection of the mirror as he sits on the edge of the bed. "I feel like I've gained weight, especially in my thighs. I don't feel very attractive right now," she admits, her voice quiet.

Your eyes meet and Kirk smiles at you reassuringly. "You look beautiful, as always," he says and notices your critical expression as your turn around to face him.

"You're perfect just the way you are,"

But despite Kirk's reassurances, you can't shake the feeling of insecurity that has crept into your mind. You've always been conscious of your body, always striving for perfection. And now, with the added pressure of society's unrealistic beauty standards, you can't help but feel like you're falling short.

Kirk looked up into your eyes, placing his hands on the back of your thighs. "Baby, I want you to know something. I think you are so fucking hot and I love every single part of you. And that includes your thighs."

You raise an eyebrow, unsure of where this was going. "I just feel like I've gained some weight lately..." You said, feeling self-conscious.

Kirk shook his head. "You haven't and I don't care about that. To me, you are the most gorgeous woman in the world. And I love every inch of your body, including your thighs. They are strong and soft and just perfect."

You felt a blush spreading across your cheeks. "Really?"

"Really." Kirk said, pulling you closer. "I want you to know that I love you just as you are. And I want to show you just how much."

With that, he pulled you down onto his lap, leaned in and kissed you deeply, bodies pressed together. You could feel the heat and desire building between you as you explored each other's bodies.

Kirk trailed his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. He moved lower, his hands caressing your curves as he went.

When he reached your thighs, he paused, looking up at you with a wicked grin. "These are my favorite part of you." He said, before a hand slipped between your legs and he presses a hungry kiss onto your soft lips.

You gasp as he continues to explore your body, his touch setting your skin on fire. You tangle your hands in his hair, pulling him closer as you both lose yourself in the passion of the moment.

As you eventually come together in a rush of pleasure, you knew that Kirk truly did love every part of you. And you felt more confident and beautiful than ever before.

cloud 9

Do you see what i see

NO MORE MR. NICE GUY [ Music Video ] ➙ [ 1 - 2 ]

Festive fumbles

You and Jason decorate for Christmas and end up making love on the floor in front of the christmas tree.

Jason Newsted x Reader ☆ Smut

It was the first week of December when Jason and I decided it was time to get our christmas tree. We headed to a local tree farm and spent almost an hour searching for the perfect one. Finally, we found it, a tall, full tree that would look great in our living room.

With my help, Jason attached the tree on top of the car and secured it safely for transport before we drove it home. Once we got it inside, Jason set it up in the stand, while I gathered the decorations. We had boxes full of ornaments, lights, and other christmas decor that we had collected over the years.

As Jason left me to start decorating the tree, while he went out to walk the dog, I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. Christmas was my favorite time of the year, and I loved the way our house looked when it was filled with holiday cheer.

The smell of fresh pine, the twinkling lights, and the cozy warmth of the fireplace all combined to create a magical atmosphere that always made me feel like a kid again.

I even convinced Jason to get matching christmas sweaters with me, just for fun. Looking down at myself wearing it, I smiled bemusedly at the hideous print.

Chuckling to myself, I started to open the boxes filled with lots of decor, pulling out the green pine garland first, sprawling it on the floor chaotically.

I began to untangle the fairy lights before neatly wrapping them around the tree.

The soft glow of the lights danced across the branches, casting a magical spell over the room.

As I continued to decorate, the room began to transform before my eyes. The tree, once bare, was now a vibrant and glittery centerpiece and I stepped back to admire my handiwork, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction.

The lights twinkled and the ornaments sparkled, creating a magical atmosphere in our home. I couldn't wait for Jason to come back and see the result.

Deciding there was a finishing touch needed, I stepped onto a chair, that was kind of wobbly and tried adding a star on top without falling and tearing down the whole tree, determined to make it work.

Just as I managed to secure the star, I heard the front door open. Jason was back, and his voice echoed through the house as he called out. "Hey, I’m back!"

I turned my head to greet him, and in that moment, the chair wobbled beneath me. My heart raced as I felt myself losing balance, my feet slipping off the edge.

I reflexively tried to steady myself, but it was too late. I was about to fall, but before I could crash to the ground, I felt strong arms wrap around me. Jason had seen me stumble and rushed to my side, catching me midair.

His quick reflexes saved me from a painful landing, but in his haste, he slipped on the pine garland that lay scattered on the floor.

We both tumbled to the ground, landing with a thud. Jason landed on his bum, and I landed right on top of him. For a moment, we were a tangled mess of limbs, both of us letting out a groan of pain.

As I stared down at an aching Jason with me on top, I couldn’t help but laugh, and his deep, warm laugh joined mine, filling the room with a sense of humor added to the shock of my actions.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked, his eyes filled with concern, but his smile gave away his amusement.

"Uh, I think so," I replied, trying to catch my breath. "But I might have broken something. Like, you?"

Jason grimaced as he tried to move his arms and legs to check for any injuries and, thankfully, everything seemed to move without much discomfort.

"Yeah, I'm alright. But I'm pretty sure my behind won't be forgiving me anytime soon." He chuckled, still attempting to process the situation we found ourselves in.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I should have been more careful." I spoke apologetically, reaching out to straighten his glasses, not realizing that I was full on straddling him.

As my hands came up to adjust his glasses, Jason couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of me on top of him. Knowing there could be worse positions to find ourselves in. "Well that's one way to get you on top of me, isn't it?"

His playful remark sent a flutter through my chest as I realized just how close I was to him. The warmth radiating from his body seeped into mine, my hands lingering on his face, fingers brushing against his stubble as I fixed his pair of lenses.

"I suppose, I should thank you for catching me, although this was totally unintentional." I said with a nervous laugh, trying to break the sudden tension.

Jason's gaze dropped to my lips as he slowly reached up to cup my cheek, thumb stroking over my skin ever so gently. "I'd do anything to keep you safe, especially if it means landing in a heap on the floor together."

I chuckled before Jason leaned in to brush his nose against mine, making me feel all warm and tingly all of a sudden as he held onto my waist.

I found myself leaning in instinctively, drawn to the warmth emanating from his body like a magnet. Our noses brushed again, this time more deliberately, as if savoring the sensation.

His breath tickled your skin and the air between you felt heavy with desire, the room around fading into insignificance as Jason closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss.

I melted against him, enjoying the moment as I moved my lips against his. A hand came to rest on my neck, holding me close as he deepened the kiss, while the other traced over my figure lovingly as we sat in the midst of pine garland scattered all over the carpeted floor.

I could feel Jason smile into the kiss, his fingers tenderly running through my hair before he pulled back with a snicker, studying my face with an affectionate gaze, making me blush heavily. "What?"

His hand slid back onto my waist, as he kept staring at me admiringly. "That sweater is atrocious, but you look adorable in it..."

I let out a huff, my face reddening as I gave his arm a smack. "Shut up. Christmas sweaters are... cute." I was about to say more, but I found myself being distracted by the way his fingers found their way to the hem of the knit piece, causing a slight shiver as they brushed against me.

"Apart from that sweater you're wearing, do you know what else would look good on you? My hands, all over you."

My face turned even hotter at his words, though they made arousal curl through me, making me want him even more. "Oh yeah? You think so?"

I moved closer, my hands running up to rest on his chest, the thought of his muscles under the fluffy material making me bite my lip. "You're going to make me go on Santa's naughty list?"

Jason smirked, his hands trailing down to my ass and squeezing before he teased. "You mean you aren't already on the naughty list?"

A smug smile appeared on my features as I adjusted my position in his lap, feeling the soft bulge underneath me. I reached out to caress the side of his face before gently taking off his glasses as he kept his eyes focused on mine.

As soon as Jason's glasses were off, his intense blue gaze locked onto mine, filled with lust and adoration. He leaned in, capturing those plush lips once more in a searing kiss that left me breathless.

One of Jason's hands slid beneath my sweater, fingers skimming across my heated skin. His touch sent shivers down my spine as he gently cupped my breast.

"You have no idea how much I want you right now," Jason mumbled against my lips, his words dripping with desire.

Breaking the kiss with a gasp, I reached for the hem of my sweater to pull it over my head, revealing a matching red bra.

Jason's pupils dilated as he took in the sight of my lacy red bra against my creamy skin and ran his hands all over me, getting hard in his pants before unzipping and pulling the jeans off my hips and sliding them down my legs.

Stepping out of the garment and throwing it aside, I got back into his lap and straddled him. His hand immediately wandered to my ass, to caress the newly exposed skin parted by a red thong, before his fingers started to dance over the damp spot between my legs.

My breath hitched as Jason's fingers brushed against my slick folds through the thin fabric of my panties. "You're so wet already," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire.

His thumb rubbed slow circles over my clit, sending shivers down my spine. "Tell me how much you want this, baby."

"Oh I need you so bad." I breathed as I gave in to the soft sensation of his fingers, rubbing me through my panties, soon pulling the material aside to run them through my wet folds, circling the entrance.

Lost in arousal and pleasure, my hand dove between our bodies to gently palm Jason through his pants, before fidgeting with the button to get it open, sliding my hand in, eager to touch and feel.

Jason groaned softly as my skilled fingers found their way inside his pants, seeking the hardness straining for release. As I fondled him inside the fabric, he returned the favor, pushing two long fingers into my dripping channel. He curled them slightly, rubbing that sensitive spot within that made my toes curl and sent sparks of pleasure through my nerves.

A moan escaped my lips as he fingered me delightfully. I stroked his velvety flesh faster, his lips crashing onto mine once more, kissing me passionately, tongues entwining. As my pliant whimpers increased, Jason pulled his digits out of me, leaving me longing for more, my fingers sloppily stroking him.

He quickly undressed from his sweater and grabbed my wrist to withdraw my hand from inside his pants. He grasped onto my thighs and gently pushed me off only to climb on top of me as he shimmied out of the rest of his clothes hurriedly.

Jason loomed over me, nude and radiant under the dim lighting, his muscular physique rippling as he positioned himself between my spread thighs. He took a moment to drink in the sight of me, flushed cheeks, heaving chest, and a look of raw desire in my eyes.

Cupping my face in his large hands, he leaned down to capture my lips again in a deep, hungry kiss. His cock, now free and pulsing with arousal, brushed against my thigh.

Releasing my mouth, he trailed kisses along my jawline, nipping and sucking gently at the skin beneath my earlobe, before whispering hotly, "So beautiful, I need that sweet cunt of yours."

I shivered in anticipation and with a swift, smooth motion, he lined himself up and sunk into my warmth with a satisfied grunt.

Jason's hips began rocking slowly against mine, my arms wrapped around his neck as breathy moans fell from my lips. Capturing my lips in a kiss, his thrusts continued at their pace while my cunt fluttered around him.

The movements became more deliberate, each thrust driving deeper into my welcoming heat. The room filled with the sounds of our mingled moans and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. My nails dug into his shoulders as I clung to him, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Breaking the kiss, he gazed down at me, his eyes dark with lust. "Look at us...so perfect together," he growled, punctuating his words with a particularly hard stroke.

As he continued to piston in and out of me, his hand snaked down to circle my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body.

The coil of tension within me, wound tighter with each passing second, threatening to snap at any moment. "Oh god, Jason! Don't stop..." I whined, addicted to the way he made me feel.

“You sound so damn pretty moaning my name, baby." He whispered into my ear, holding onto my hips to move faster before feeling me clench around him, gasping before coming undone with a loud moan as my body arched and shook.

With a strained groan, Jason buried his face in the crook of my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin as he struggled to maintain control. But the relentless grip of my quivering flesh proved too much, and with one final, powerful thrust, he succumbed to the inevitable.

A low, guttural moan escaped him as he spilled himself deep inside of me, his seed coating my cervix in waves of heated release.

For a few moments, we both remained locked together, savoring the aftermath of our passionate union before he pulled out and moved to lay next to me on his back, the green garland tickling his skin as his breathing evened out. "Decorating for christmas sure took an interesting turn."

"It sure did, but I wouldn't want to have it any other way. Plus, I think I did a pretty good job on the tree, don't you think?" I spoke as I looked at the tree with a satisfied grin.

Jason turned his head to focus on his surroundings, as he pulled me close, staring at the glimmering christmas tree. "It looks beautiful indeed, but you're far more appealing to me than any tree could ever be."

My heart skipped a beat as his words washed over me, filling me with a sense of love and belonging. In that moment, surrounded by the magic of Christmas, I knew that this was where I was meant to be, in Jason's arms, surrounded by the beauty and wonder of the season.