#the black album

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

the black album in black and white ♡

#metallica #james hetfield #lars ulrich #kirk hammett #jason newsted #ross halfin #the black album

[k111lemall]

Take Me Home, Country Roads. James Hetfield X Fem!Reader

“I hear her voice in the morning hours, she calls me. The radio reminds me of my home far away.”

(the words that are bolded are a flashback!!)

word count: 2,683

warnings: age gap (James is 27 and reader is like 22-23), country James, public sex??, makeout sesh, p in v sex (PROTECTED!! FINALLY!!)

Everyone in town knew him. The second they saw that black Chevrolet 454SS driving down the dirt road, all of the girls followed behind his truck barefoot and in their short denim shorts and bathing suit tops trying to see where he was staying at and try and see if it had any availability - even though their homes were right down the street.

The last time he was here, I had just started my job at the diner and only seen him outside talking to some girls. My dad worked on his farm and my mom was a librarian, meaning by the time they got home I was leaving for work. But yesterday I had seen him drive past me as I walked to work and we made eye contact for a split second and when I got to work I recognized the black truck in the parking lot.

“Hey, I got a table over there for you. Only one guy, shouldn’t be too much trouble.” Terri said and pointed over to the table, I turned my head and saw the familiar face and sighed. I grabbed a menu and walked over to him. “Welcome, here's a menu. Can I get you started with something to drink?” I said and set the menu down in front of him. “You guys serve alcohol?” He asked “We have beer? Only in cans…” I replied “I’ll take a Budweiser.” he replied, “Great, I’ll be back with that shortly.” I said, smiled, and walked back behind the counter. I grabbed the beer and walked back over to his table and set the beer down on the table and opened it.

“Decide what you want to eat yet?” I asked, “I’ll just have some fries.” He said and closed the menu and handed it to me. I noticed the notebook he had in front of him and a pen, “Whatcha writin’?” I asked “Trying to come up with song lyrics, but nothin’’s comin’ to me.” he said and rubbed his head “Well there’s plenty of inspiration around town if that kinda stuff helps you.” I said and smiled, “Thanks…” he looked at my name tag “…Y/N.” he said and smiled “Your welcome stranger.” I said and walked to the kitchen to get the fries.

I stepped into the kitchen and saw Terri and Paul (the cook) standing there smiling and looking at me. “What?” I asked, “You sure were gettin’ friendly with Mr. Hetfield out there.” Terri said and grinned even more “Mr. Hetfield?” I asked “James Hetfield? Lead singer of Metallica? Grammy winner? Millionaire?” Paul said, looking slightly offended. “Doesn’t ring a bell,” I said and set the menu down and walked over to the fries and picked them up. “I’m sure your daddy listens to his band, you probably should too. He’s quite famous ‘round here.” Terri said and smiled as I walked out of the kitchen.

“Here's your fries!” I said and handed them to him. “Thanks,” he said and smiled. I looked back at his notebook again and noticed some words written down. “Looks like you got something there.” I said and pointed to his notebook “Yeah, just a starting point. You like music?” he asked “Love it.” I replied he leaned back against the booth he was sitting in, “Who do you like?” he asked, I thought for a moment “I like The Doors, Black Sabbath, Fleetwood Mac…” I replied, “Yeah there good, you listen to anything heavier than that?” He asked and smirked “I’m sure I’ve listened to some of your songs if that's what you’re implying.” I replied and laughed.

James laughed “I couldn’t tell if you were catching on to who I was.” he said “I knew who you were, I just assumed you didn’t want me to make a big deal out of it.” I replied “You’re right. Every other girl here has been jumping on me and yelling in my ear. It’s nice to meet someone a little tamer.” He said and smiled. Suddenly the kitchen door swung open and Terri walked over to the table, “Hello! Sorry, this one right here loves to talk everyone’s ear off!” Terri put her hand on my shoulder “I’m sure you need to get back to whatever you’re up to Mr. Hetfield so I’ll bring you the bill now.” Terri smiled and kept her hand on my shoulder as she walked me back into the kitchen.

“What the hell?” I asked her “You need to be careful with rockstars like that, they want one thing and one thing only. I’m just lookin’ out for ya dear that's all.” Terri said “I guess you’re right. Thanks Ter.” I said and smiled “Your welcome baby, I’m gonna go give him his check and your shift ends in about ten minutes but - I’ll let ya leave early. It’s already past midnight.” she said and grabbed his check off the counter and walked out of the kitchen.

I grabbed my bag and clocked out before walking out of the back door and starting my walk back home. After five minutes or so I heard the hum of a truck and turned my head to see James driving up next to me. He stopped the truck and rolled down the window “Need a ride home?” he asked “Uhh, sure! Thanks!” I got in the truck and set my bag in my lap. I gave him the directions to get to my house and for most of the ride it was silent, but I could see out of the corner of my eye James looking at me. “Soo..” I began “How long are you gonna be in town?” I asked him “A couple more days. Maybe two or three.” He replied “Oh, where are ya headed to after that?” I asked again “San Francisco. Bay Area.” he said “Oh, I’ve never been.” I replied and he looked at me “You’ve never been?” he said, shocked “Nope, never left this town before.” I said and he shook his head “Aren’t ya bored here?” He asked “I mean, kinda…but everyone I know is here. So, it’s not like im lonely ya know.” I said and he nodded.

Finally, we pulled up next to my mailbox. I grabbed my bag and as I began to open my door James started to speak. “I would love to see you again. You got any plans tomorrow night?” he asked “No, I’m off work tomorrow since it’s Saturday.” I replied “I’m thinkin’ of going down to the lake to fish tomorrow evenin’. Wanna come?” he asked “Sure. I’ll give you my number.” I said and reached in my bag and grabbed a napkin and a pen. After I wrote my number down I handed it back to James. “Thanks for the ride home Mr. Hetfield.” I said “Please, call me James.” he said and smiled

“Alright, goodnight James.” I said “Night Y/N.” he said and smiled.

That was last night, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He had never affected me before when I would see him at the grocery store, or at the bar, so why did he seem like all that to me now? When I woke up - he was the first thing I thought about, and the plans me and him had made. I went downstairs and saw both my parents sitting at the dining table. “There she is! Good morning!” my mom said as I walked over to the table “Mornin’ mama.” I said as she kissed my forehead “Mornin’ daddy.” I said to my dad and he looked over the newspaper at me “Mornin’ baby doll. How was work last night?” he asked.

“It was…nice.” I replied “Anything fun happen?” He asked, just as my mom came around the corner with a plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice that she set down in front of me before walking back over to her chair next to my dad “Well actually, I met that rockstar that comes into town.” I said, my dad closed his newspaper. “Oh really?” he said “Yeah, he gave me a ride home too.” I said as I looked down at my pancakes.

“You let a boy take you home? After midnight?” my dad asked “Yeah, he invited me to go fishing with him this evenin’.” I said, “And you think your going?” My dad asked “Dad, I’m an adult now I can make my own decisions.” I said “It’s just…well…you know how those rockstars are, we’ve heard the stories. I just don’t want you to get hurt baby thats all.” he said “I won’t, he seems sweet.” I replied. “Exactly, he “seems sweet”. Doesn’t mean he is.” my mom butt-in. “Mama…” I said “I told you I dated a boy in a band before right?” my mom started “Oh mama not one of these stories, please.” I begged.

“Harold Manchester. He played the bass in his brother’s band, and I would watch him play at every gig. Then, he would go out and drink like fish with his buddies after and leave me all alone. I don’t want that for you.” My mom said “Momma, none of his bandmates are in town. It’s just him.” I said and took a sip of my orange juice.

“I want you home no later than 11:30 you hear me young lady?” my dad said “Yes sir.” I replied “Alright, me and your Momma will be at work - so call one of us as soon as you get home.” He said and I nodded.

Shortly after breakfast they both left for work. There was some kind of charity event at the library and my dad was going to the bar to watch a football game with his buddies.

The evening came a lot faster than I expected. I put on a pair of jeans and a brown belt, and a white t-shirt that sat right above my belly button and a pair of white sneakers. I curled my hair and put on my favorite blue eyeshadow and mascara and pink lipgloss. I heard James honking downstairs so I sprayed some perfume and quickly ran downstairs to meet him. I walked over to his truck and hopped in the passenger side. “Ready to go?” he asked and I nodded.

The drive was quick, James told me about the song that he had come up with last night and how he just needed to figure out the guitar chords to go along with it. Once we arrived he pulled into a parking spot (a patch of dirt) and we both got out. He placed the back of his truck down and grabbed his fishing supplies from the bed of it. “You can sit here if you’d like.” he said and pointed to the part he had laid down earlier. I jumped onto it and watched as James set all of his things up.

“James?” I asked as he casted his first line. “Yep?” he asked “Why are you fishing at night? Haven’t the fish gone to sleep?” I asked and James laughed “Some of em’ stay up.” he said as he finished chuckling. “You wanna try?” he asked and looked back at me. “Sure!” I said and got off the back of the truck and walked over to him. He handed me the rod and stood behind me. “You ever fish before?” he asked “Yeah, when I was way younger though. My grandpa had a creek near his house that he brought me to fish at.” I said “That’s nice. Haven’t done it since then?” he asked again “Nope. No one’s wanted to take me since then.” I said and turned my head to look at James and smile. It took a long time before there was finally a tug and I reeled it in.

Me and James both laughed when we realized that I had just caught a beer can. We sat down on the back of James truck and talked as we sipped on a can of beer James had brought. Eventually James looked up to the sky “See all em’ stars?” he asked and I looked up “Yep.” I replied “Crazy that they’re real big, but look so small to us.” James said, I thought about it for a moment “Yeah, that is crazy…” I said. I looked back down at my beer, then noticed James looking at me in the corner of my eye. I looked over at him “What?” I asked and laughed “Nothin’ you’re just real pretty.” he said and I could feel my face begin to heat up. “Thank you James. You’re not too bad yourself.” I said, James scooted closer to me. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked at James.

“Sure.” I replied, James brought his hand up to the side of my face and brought his face closer to mine before finally closing the space between us by putting his lips on mine. I got up on my knees without breaking the kiss and straddled myself on James’ lap. He placed his hands on my hips as he continued to kiss me, before slowly rocking me back and forth on his lap. I could feel the sudden rise in his pants and broke the kiss to look down, noticing the very evident tent in his jeans.

“James.” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Yeah?” he replied “You got a rubber?” I asked and he smiled. He reached into back pocket and pulled one out and began to unbuckle his belt. In the meantime I started to undo my belt and take off my jeans and t-shirt leaving me in my pink panties and white bra. James ran his hand up the sides of my waist. “You’ve done this before?” he asked “It’s been awhile, but I know what to do James.” I said and smirked. James kissed me again.

I brought myself up and placed one hand around his shaft and moved it to where my hole was before sinking down on it. James kissed the sides of my mouth as I let out a shaky moan. He wrapped his arm around my waist and helped lift me up and down on him.

I placed my hands on his shoulder for support myself. James grunted every time I would come back down on him, “Fuck, so pretty baby.” he said “James..fuck…” I whined “It’s okay baby, your taking me so fuckin’ good.” he said. I tilted my head back and James picked up the pace, and the stars in the sky weren’t the only stars I was seeing anymore.

“James…I’m so close…” I said “Cum for me baby.” James said, and seconds later my vision went white and my body fell onto James shoulder. I regained myself as James calmed me down by running his finger up and down my spine, just as the cold nighttime air blew onto us. James brought his hand over to my chin to make me look at him.

“Come to San Fransisco with me…” he said “What?” I asked him “I can’t stand not seeing you baby, come with me. I can pay for your flight and you can stay with me.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “James, everything I know is here.” I said “I know, but you’re all I want now. You’re what I was writing that song about.” he said, my gaze towards him softened. “Me?” I asked quickly “Yeah baby, you - you’re the inspiration for the music.” he said and smiled. I leaned in and kissed him quickly.

“James…I’ll think about it.” I said and looked at him “Alright, promise me you’ll think hard?” he asked, “I promise.” I said and gave him one final kiss.

#hell444you #hell444youwrites!! #metallica #metallica smut #james hetfield #james hetfield smut #1990s #the black album #finally i posted #holy macaroni #missed you guys 😝😝 #dont worry daddies home #i think this is my longest story yet #only took me like 2 weeks to make #Spotify

[the-rippers]

#metallica #kirk hammett #the black album #95 my beloved

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

Jay-Z released his eighth studio album The Black Album November 14, 2003

#today in hip hop history #todayinhiphophistory #hiphop #hip-hop #hip hop #hip hop music #hip hop history #music #history #hip hop culture #music history #jay z #jay-z #the black album #emcee #mc #rap #rapper #brooklyn #2003 #roc-a-fella records #roc a fella records #roc-a-fella #roc a fella

[ilongfor-the-arts]

Can I please request Kirk Hammett smut<3

Ok so. fem.Y/N and Kirk re good friends, one night he climbs into her room. BOOM = cute love confession, they’ll have hot sex……but Y/N has to stay quiet😏

The Midnight Rambler

Pairing: Kirk Hammett x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, thigh riding, brief mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 3.6k

Request?: yes!

A/N: This one jumps right into the action! Enjoy!

Sleep.

Peaceful, undisturbed sleep.

Nothing made me happier than a good night's sleep after a long day.

Nothing beats finally allowing myself to relax every muscle in my body atop my comfortable bed.

The world was pitch black, my body was trapped in a state of inertia as I drifted off to peaceful sleep. People always appear to be concerned that when they die, all they will have is eternal sleep. But, hey, if all I get when I die is eternal sleep, that sounds pretty damn good to me.

Creak.

Shit.

Come on, I was nearly asleep.

It was simple to dismiss the creaking sound. My apartment was old and constantly made noises for no apparent reason. If only my stupid apartment would stop bothering me and let me sleep.

Creak.

Hm. That was certainly unusual. When I opened my eyes, my retinas struggled to adjust to the darkness of my bedroom. The hazy outlines of my furniture gradually emerged, the thin whiteness piercing through the black veil.

I twisted my neck upwards to glance towards my bedroom. Thankfully, it was closed. My brow furrowed.

Creak.

Shit. Holy shit.

There was no denying that those creaks were footsteps.

Oh God.

I was a single girl, alone and defenseless. I jerked up until I was sitting straight, bracing myself with my hands placed behind my torso. My gaze darted around the hazy figures in my bedroom.

My blood ran cold.

My heart began to pound, the sound resonating in my eardrums.

My fight or flight response had been activated.

Weapon? Do I have a weapon?

Shit.

Creak.

Lamp! I have a lamp on my bedside table! It’s heavy enough to do some damage if I get a good swing.

I scrambled out of bed as quickly as I could, careful not to make too much noise. I bent down to the right of my bedside table, yanking the plug from the white outlet.

Creak.

Shit.

Why was this guy walking so slow?

If he really wanted to kill me, he should have done it already.

Not that I was complaining.

I wrapped my hand around the thin metal lamp and raised it above my shoulder, spinning around to face the door, prepared to strike anything that moved.

Creak.

Shit.

Fucking shit.

He was right outside my bedroom door.

I told two, slow steps forward, lamp over shoulder. I pressed my lips together, trying to keep my chest from heaving with anxiety. As I struggled to breathe and swallow the growing pool of saliva inside my mouth, a thin layer of cold sweat began to form on my brow.

I stood about a foot away from the door, figuring that would provide me with ample distance to get a good swing towards the intruders head.

My arms were shaking. I was struggling to hold the lamp above my shoulder.

Creak.

The doorknob turned.

The lock slipped out of the door frame with a loud click.

There was no way I could fight off an armed man in the pitch black!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

The slight drafts blowing through my room pushed and pulled my body in opposite directions, making me tremble like a leaf.

The door creaked open and remained slightly ajar.

“Y/N?”

A man whispered from the opposite side of the wood.

My stomach flipped.

Jesus Christ how does this guy know my name?!

“Are you awake?”

I furrowed my brow.

No.

No way in hell.

“Kirk?”

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes?”

Kirk whispered back.

“Oh my fucking God.”

I said in annoyance, my voice returning to its normal volume.

I removed one hand from the lamp, grasping the ajar door's edge and flicking it open to reveal Kirk Hammett's skinny figure behind a thin veil of darkness.

I dashed for the light switch, which was located to the right of the door frame. As bright fluorescent light flooded my bedroom, illuminating Kirk, my retinas burned as they adjusted.

“Kirk! What the hell!”

My vision was only a thin, blurry strip as my eyes burned while accommodating to the white light.

Kirk’s eyebrows climbed up his forehead, wrinkles forming on his brow.

“Jesus Y/N. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I rolled my eyes and let the lamp fall to my side, the metal smacking against my hip as I gripped it with one hand.

“I thought I was about to see a ghost! Jesus Kirk I was about to whack you with a fucking lamp!”

I showed him by raising the lamp before allowing it to drop back down to my side.

“Jesus Y/N. I didn’t think you’d be that scared of me.”

Kirk chuckled.

Oh my God.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Kirk! You broke into my house in the middle of the fucking night and didn’t say anything until you were right outside my bedroom door! Obviously I’m going to be fucking terrified!”

I tried not to raise my voice too much to avoid startling the neighbors.

“I’m sorry-“

“Do you know how thin these fucking walls are?!”

My gaze remained fixed on him as I pointed behind me to the blank wall above my bed frame.

“One scream and the cops would be on you in two seconds flat!”

“Jesus Christ Y/N I said I was sorry!”

I took a deep, slightly agitated breath. My free hand dropped to my side.

“Okay. Sorry, I guess I just got a little worked up.”

I turned, walking towards the small wooden bedside table and placing the lamp back to its original position.

“How was the bar? Did you boys have fun?”

I sat on the edge of my bed, hands in my lap, turning my head to face Kirk, who had taken a few large strides toward me.

“It was… good.”

Kirk stroked his thick hair, the curls falling back atop his brow as his hand reached the back of his head. His gaze dropped to the floor, his free hand stuffed into the pocket of his jeans.

“Okay Kirk what the hell is going on? Seriously.”

Kirk's eyes were drawn to me, both of his hands now stuffed into his jeans.

“Oh. I just wanted to talk to you.”

Kirk exuded an unsettling energy. His hands were crammed into his pockets to keep him from fiddling with the collar of his button-up shirt.

“Okay.”

I smacked my thighs.

“Talk then. I’m all ears.”

Kirk was deafeningly quiet, his tongue running along his plush bottom lip as he shifted his weight between his lanky legs. His eyes shifted to mine briefly before the crushing weight of our intertwined eyes made him far too uncomfortable, and he returned his gaze to the carpeted floor.

“Do you remember that one show we did? In Albuquerque? The one where we were all drunk out of our minds?”

I smiled, my mind traveling back in time to the exhilarating memories of that night.

“Yes. It was a wild show and an even wilder after party.”

I scoffed and raised my legs to sit Indian-style atop my bed, my hands dipping between my intertwined legs.

“You were blackout drunk, it was fucking hilarious.”

Kirk pursed his lips.

“Yeah…”

His voice trailed off.

“I actually didn’t have anything to drink that night.”

I cocked my brow, not fully understanding what he was saying. I could tell there was supposed to be some significance to the newly revealed information, but I couldn't figure it out.

“Okay?”

Kirk's thin fingers found his shirt collar and he rolled the fabric between his fingertips.

“I just said I drank a lot so it wouldn’t seem weird when I tried to kiss you.”

Oh.

Ohhhh.

His words rushed out, his tongue unable to stop itself as he spilled his dirty little secret into the open air.

-

Kirk's hand gripped my waist, drawing our chests flush together as he breathed deeply, the hot air fanning across my face. Kirk's nose brushed up against mine, his lips slightly parted, as the invisible energy drew our mouths inexorably closer.

“Kirk…”

I muttered.

My hands were resting uncomfortably on his chest, my body unsure how to react to this unusual situation. But my mind was curious as to where this predicament would eventually lead.

Kirk's sensual eyes abruptly broke into a lighthearted gaze. He let out a laugh, his body instinctively pulling away from mine. The invisible energy had broken, and I could feel my heart slowing to a normal pace as his body heat slipped away from me.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so fucking drunk right now.”

He brought a hand to his face, his finger pads rubbing the headache from his brain.

“It’s alright.”

-

“I should’ve known.”

I gulped.

“I didn’t even smell any alcohol on your breath.”

The electricity has returned. The anxious anticipation had subsided, and an invisible force had stepped in between us to replace the uncomfortableness.

“I thought I felt something but I was such a goddamn idiot and the whole situatuon was totally fucked u-“

I threw myself off the bed in desperation, my body lunging forward. My mouth collided with his, the invisible force dissipating as I granted the universe its wish.

I enveloped his neck in my arms, his firm chest pressed against my soft breasts. Kirk inhaled sharply, his body tense before settling into the situation. His lips began to move hungrily against mine and the tip of his tongue played against my lower lip. Kirk drew my body closer to him, his thick belt buckle pressing into my stomach through my thin t-shirt.

I moved my hands slowly down the plane of his chest, enjoying the sensation of his gorgeously plump lips moving in unison against my hungry mouth. Our chests heaved in unison, our noses struggling to provide our bodies with the oxygen we required for such passion.

My hands found his belt buckle.

“I want you.”

I sighed with lustful passion against his mouth before reconnecting our lips.

“I want you inside me.”

His cock began to harden under my fingertips, the tent in his jeans becoming more prominent. Kirk rolled his hips involuntarily against my hands, his groin longing for friction to relieve the tight sensation brewing in his abdomen.

Kirk growled against my mouth, the vibrations reverberating down my throat.

“Fuck baby…”

Kirk turned and pulled me along with him. When the mattress smacked the back of his knees, he flopped down onto the creaky bed, with me straddling one of his jean-clad thighs.

Kirk’s hands found their way to my back, where they lazily rested against my shoulder blades, his gentle grasp keeping me close. Kirk’s tongue pushed between my teeth while his knee rammed against my clothed pussy. His actions sent a jolt of pleasure through my spine. I gasped, my brow knitting in pleasure as I instinctively rolled my hips along the rough fabric of his jeans, wetness pooling inside my panties.

“Shhhhh.”

Kirk stared at me seductively through his lashes, his eyes completely black as his pupils were blown with lust.

“You gotta keep quiet baby girl.”

His voice was low, a deep sensual whisper that cut through the stillness of the room. Kirk's calloused palm moved from my waist to my face, tenderly cupping my face.

“No one else needs to know I’m making you cum all over my cock.”

Kirk trailed the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip before gently pushing his thumb past my teeth.

“How bout you suck on that while you ride my thigh.”

I braced myself by placing my hands atop his shoulders, utilizing my grasp on him to grind my clothed pussy against his rough jeans. I pictured his thick cock throbbing inside my mouth as I sucked mercilessly on his thumb. Kirk’s opposite hand assisted me in dragging my pelvis along his thigh, his mouth falling open as he watched me getting off on his lap. I dragged my tongue along the tip of Kirk’s thumb, watching intently as he grew painfully hard inside his jeans.

I was wet, horribly wet. But the two layers of fabric separating my cunt from Kirk’s rough jeans ensured that I would be unable to cum on top of his lap. I groaned around Kirk’s thumb in frustration, desperate to quell the ache building in between my thighs.

“Oh, poor baby.”

He leaned into my ear, hot breath grazing my earlobe and sending a powerful chill directly to my cunt.

“Why don’t you take off your clothes for me.”

Kirk pulled his thumb out of my mouth with a loud pop, leaning back on his hands as he stared. I clambered off his lap, my knees shaking as I undressed under Kirk’s crushing eyes.

I dropped my clothes to the floor, my nipples hardening as the cool draft blew through the room and smacked against my bare chest.

“That’s my good girl.”

Kirk lifted a ringed pointer finger and made a “come hither” motion. I climbed back atop his thigh, the gentle brush of his jeans agaisnt my soaking wet cunt making me groan with desire.

“Think you can be quiet?”

Kirk asked while placing his hands on my hips, his cool rings providing a stark contrast to my flaming hot skin.

“Yeah. I think so.”

Kirk smirked.

“Good.”

He jerked his knee upwards, his rugged jeans hitting my clit.

I inhaled sharply, immediately jumping back into my previous train of actions. My head fell into the crook of Kirk’s neck, hands grasping his shirt in desperation.

“Kirk…”

I mumbled incoherently as he continued to push and pull my pelvis along his thigh. My wetness dragged along his jeans, seeping into the fabric of his pants as my chest heaved with every strangled breath.

“I want you.”

The coil in my stomach began to tighten, my moans growing more anguished as my orgasm was steadily approaching.

“Shhhh baby. If you make any more fucking noise I won’t give you anything.”

I knew he was most likely bluffing. He had waited far too long to not fuck me completley silly. But the truth is that I desire his cock just as much as he wanted to fuck my cunt.

I couldn’t take chances.

So I bit my tongue and fought to keep all my noise deep within my chest.

I was so close.

So fucking close.

I could feel myself already drifting into the land of nirvana that was post orgasmic haze.

“Good girl. You’re such a good girl for me.”

I moaned softly through a closed mouth, my eyes squeezing shut as I desperately fought every desire inside of me to scream out Kirk’s name like a prayer.

“Cum all over my thigh. Make a fucking mess of my jeans.”

My lower abdomen was pinched tight. There was no room for my desire to build any further than it already had. So, with a final jerk of my hips, I came all over Kirk’s jeans, my knee bumping against his painfully hard cock the moment my body released the enormous tension built inside of my stomach.

Kirk groaned in pleasure as I threw my head back, exposing my neck for him to admire as I rode out my orgasm atop his thigh. I transformed my heavy moans into gentle gasps of air as I came down from my intense pleasure high.

“Fuck Kirk…”

My eyes fluttered open, drinking in Kirk’s sweaty, lust blown face as my mind wandered to the next substantial event of the night.

“Jesus Y/N. I want to fuck you so damn bad.”

I swung my leg over Kirk’s lap, assuming a comfortable position on my bed. I bent my knees, spreading my legs as far as possible to invite him to fuck me.

His eyes raked along my body, taking in every inch of my naked form, the tent in his jeans tall and prominent.

“Please Kirk.”

I begged.

Kirk gulped loudly, rising to his full height and undressing while his eyes remained fixed on my lustful gaze.

I bit my lower lip as Kirk undid the thick leather buckle on his cum soaked jeans with a loud clunk. He pulled the leather through the loops with a satisfying whoosh and allowed it to fall to the floor beside him.

Now that his belt was gone, his erection was ten times more obvious. I inhaled shakily while envisioning his thick cock stretching my walls to the brim, swollen tip slamming against my g spot as tears of pleasure formed in the corners of my eyes.

Kirk refocused his attention to his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it to reveal his slightly toned chest before bringing his large hands down to his jeans.

Fuck.

My pussy clenched desperately around nothing as the imagine of his painfully hard cock came into view.

“Kirk.”

I forced my gaze away from his pink swollen tip leaking with precum to meet his dark eyes. Kirk’s black curls framed his pale face, making his subtle perfections pop.

“Please I can’t wait any fucking longer.”

Kirk had enough of the foreplay. He clambered over the bed, his gaze burning into my eyes as he assumed his position atop my desperate body.

“God you’re beautiful.”

He mumbled, inches away from my face while hiking my leg up to his waist, using his opposite hand to drag the tip of his painfully hard cock through my folds.

I moaned loudly before remembering my vow of silence. I closed my throat, my pleasure-filled noise erupting from my lips as a choked groan rather than a lustful cry.

Kirk pushed into me, his thick cock stretching my walls to the brim.

I threw my head back, choking on my moans as Kirk bottomed out inside of me. He was quick to begin a set of merciless thrusts, his balls smacking against my cunt as he fucked me into the mattress.

He intertwined his fingers with mine, holding my hands over my head as he stared longingly into my eyes. Kirk’s scrawny hips snapped forward vigorously, burying himself inside of me with each passionate thrust.

His hair fell down around my face, trapping us in a realm of solitude.

“Kirk…”

The swollen tip of his girthy cock slammed against my g spot after a particularly hard thrust. My voice broke off into a cry as my profound wetness fully coated his length.

“Shhhhh.”

He hissed through his teeth.

“You’re mine. No one else needs to know how good I make you feel.”

His possessiveness made me even more desperate for him.

I wanted more of him.

I wanted every inch of his veiny cock buried inside my wet spongy walls.

I wrapped my legs around Kirk’s skinny waist, the new angle allowing his tip to bang against my g spot with every passionate snap of his pelvis.

“Kirk… you’re gonna make me fucking cum.”

I whispered, my throat constricting as the prevalent coil in my lower abdomen began to tighten.

“God your pussy is so good.”

Kirk gasped in desperation before his head fell into the crook of my neck.

“I wanna do this to you all through the fucking night.”

I was about to cum.

God, no man had ever made me cum this quickly before in my life.

I’d most definitely be up for another round.

Or another ten.

Or another twenty.

Hell, I’ll go all through the night with him if it meant I could feel him pumping inside of me with every passing second.

“I wanna keep stretching you out and fucking you until you physically can’t take any fucking more.”

The whispering tones combined with the soft smacking sounds of sex were nearly enough to send me toppling over the edge.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my orgasm so close.

I didn’t hold back. If everything Kirk whispered under his breath was true, I’d be in for a wild night to remember.

“Please keep fucking me Kirk.”

I gasped, my cunt clenching around his cock to milk the last of his orgasm as his hot cum coated my walls.

My abdomen was ready to snap.

“I want you inside of me for the rest of my life.”

I came around his cock. My body seized, head thrown back as the tightness of all my muscles was simultaneously released at once.

Kirk gave a few more lazy thrusts to my cunt before collapsing, cock still inside of me.

“All good Hammett?”

Kirk’s heavy heartbeat resonated throughout my chest cavity, bouncing around my ribcage.

“Yeah. I'm all good. You all good?”

“Yup.”

I smiled, burying my face in his curls while gently dragging my nails along the planes of his back.

“Are we done?”

I asked, searching for confirmation that the promises of a long wild night were true.

Kirk chuckled against my neck.

“Hell no.”

Kirk’s cock remained inside my overstimulated walls, keeping me full and ready for more.

“I'm not pulling out until we’re done.”

Kirk pulled his face back to meet my calm face, a stark contrast to the pleasurable expression my features were contorted into only moments ago.

“And we’re fucking done yet darling.”

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[songbirds-sweet]

An article from July 1992 from the Toronto Sun my dad found with Metallica and Guns N Roses!

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[quackityquackquackquack]

If you got problems with trigonometry I feel bad for you son

I got ((3/(cos^2x+sin^2x)))^4+(((7(cos^2x+sin^2x)))+(11/(cos^2x+sin^2x))) problems and trigonometry ain't one

#shitpost #humor #mathematics #mathblr #math #trigonometry #jay z #99 problems #the black album #dead memes #ancient memes

[l1v1ngdeadg1rl]

#jason newsted #james hetfield #metallica #the black album #vid

[wamnak]

#the damned #the black album #1980 #dave vanian #goth punk #Spotify

[tha-wrecka-stow]

#Rap & Hip-Hop #Rap #Hip-Hop #Hip Hop #hiphop #music #2000s #00s #jay z #change clothes #the black album #gif

[animalb0y]

Happy Birthday James Hetfield

60 anos!! ⚡️🤘🏻🎉

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[babydollsblogsposts]

If I was a Metallica album which one would I be?

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[k111lemall]

Feel the Beat 🥁 Lars Ulrich x Fem! Reader

word count: 1,464

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected pinv sex, a littllleee fluff, creampie.

I pulled my tights up my leg and finished off my look with a pair of black heels. Lars had asked me to accompany him to a dinner/album promoting party for their newest album ‘The Black Album’ and he said that after he would take me down to the studio to look around.

The car arrived at the front of my apartment building to pick me up and I slid in the back, next to Lars, and placed my sweater on my lap. “You look great, I like your dress.” Lars said, “Thank you, I like your shirt.” I replied and pointed to his black button-down (he of course left the top four buttons undone.)

The whole ride I looked out of the window admiring the city at nighttime. I had lived in Los Angeles for about a year now - but I had only been dating Lars for four months. I met him at the bar that I worked at and I just kind of hit it off and he invited me to his show the next and we just went off from there. We didn’t rush things, I was still living in my apartment because Lars lived in San Francisco, but he had bought me plane tickets multiple times to come and see him, he was truly so romantic.

We finally arrived at the mansion where the party would be happening. We were dropped off at the front doors and I wrapped my arm around Lars’ as we walked in. We quickly found his other bandmates and their dates said our hello’s and gave quick side hugs before making our way to the bar. We both ordered a drink and talked for a little while before Lars’ manager came up and asked him to go talk to someone people and said “he’ll be right back.” before dragging Lars off and leaving me alone.

I sat by myself at the bar for what seemed like forever before James’ date came up and began making conversation. “So how long have you and Lars been together?” she asked “About four months.” I replied and took a sip of my drink “Oh wow! You guys moved in together yet?” she asked and rested her hand on her hand “No, I live here in LA and he lives in San Francisco, but we always make time to call or see each other.” I said and she nodded “That’s amazing. You have been to a show yet?” She asked me “Yeah! The night after me and Lars met he invited me to a show. Have you?” I asked her back “Yeah! I worked the show in Texas. Me and James are just friends but I was in town and so was he so he asked me to be his date.” she replied.

Me and I talked for ten more minutes before Lars finally came back. “You ladies having fun?” he asked “Lars! Your girlfriend is amazing! A keeper!” James Date said as she grabbed her drink and began to walk away. Me and Lars both laughed “Sorry that took me so long, they’re already talking about plans for the next album.” he said as he shook his head and took a sip of his drink.

“Aww, I’m sorry…I can tell this is stressful for you.” I said, he looked up at me and smiled “It’s alright, I got you here with me right?” he asked and I nodded and smiled. He leaned in closer so he was whispering in my ear “Wanna go see the studio now?” he asked and I nodded “Sure!”

After Lars said his goodbyes and wished everyone a good night we made our way out to the car. The drive was quick, ten minutes or so, and we were at the studio before I knew it. Lars got out and opened the door for me and walked me inside. “Wow! This is huge.” I said and Lars laughed “Yeah, gotta get the sound perfect.” He said looking around.

“The album sounds perfect Lars, every song is perfection,” I said and looked at him, he licked his bottom lip and placed both his hands on his hips. I walked over to the drum set and ran my fingertips along the cymbals. “The drums sounded like perfection,” I said again and looked at him, he began walking over to me. “Want me to show you how to play something?” he asked “Sure!” I replied.

Lars walked me over to the stool and sat me down on it, he grabbed his drumsticks from a nearby amp they were lying on and put them both in my hand. “Okay, this is the bass drum - put your foot on that pedal and press down.” He directed and when I did I was surprised by how much louder it was in person so I jumped a little which made me and Lars both laugh.

I fell a little into Lars’ chest and he wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. I looked up at him and stared into his eyes for a moment. Without even thinking I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Me and Lars had kissed multiple times before this, but never like this. This was far more passionate than the time we had kissed before, and Lars's grip on me showed that he had no plan of letting me go anytime soon.

As Lars moved down to kiss my neck I began to unbutton his shirt. I felt him smile against my neck and he moved his hand up to pull the strap of my dress down. He pulled back “Are you sure?” he asked “Yeah, I’m sure.” I replied and pulled him back into a kiss.

His hand moved to my back and began to unzip my dress. Once it was fully unzipped I slipped out of it leaving me in only my underwear and tights, Lars wasted no time grabbing one of my boobs and squeezing it - “Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this..” he rasped out, he took his shirt off and threw it to the side, he got down on his knees in front of me and grabbed my leg and pushed down my tights and then threw it over his shoulder.

He kissed my clothed pussy before hooking his finger on the fabric and pushing it to the side, exposing all my wetness to him. He immediately went to work sucking on my clit. My hands latched themselves to the top of his hair and my head flew back. “Fuck! Lars!” I moaned out, he made a figure eight with his tongue and I looked down to see him palming himself through his pants. He began to unbutton them and abruptly stopped his attack on my clit to pull himself out of his pants.

He stroked himself a few times before rubbing his tip through my folds. I covered my mouth as I sighed out in pleasure “Lars…please…” I moaned out, he looked up at me and licked his bottom lip before finally pushing himself into me. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head and my head fell against a nearby cymbal. Lars pushed himself in and out of me quickly and roughly, and he let out erotic moans every time he felt me clench around him.

“Lars…fuck! Don’t stop, I’m gonna..fuck!” I yelled out in ecstasy. I was close, and I knew that he knew that I was. He let out a small laugh “I am too, fuck…want me to cum in…you?” he huffed out. I bit my lip hoping to stop myself from moaning any louder than I already had been, and nodded at Lars’ question.

“Fuck, I’m ready…you ready baby?” he asked, and I nodded. After a few more quick thrusts I felt Lars twitch inside me and throw his head back, I felt his load shoot inside me and his groans as he emptied himself on my walls. We both sat there and breathed heavily for a moment before we looked up at each other and laughed.

I moved my hair off my sweaty forehead then moved my hand to do the same for Lars. He reached over and grabbed a towel and handed it to me. He pulled his pants back up and slid on his shirt but didn’t bother to button it back up.

He helped me slide my dress back on and I looked in a nearby mirror to fix my hair and makeup. I looked back over at Lars who was already sitting at the stool on his drum set. He looked over at me and asked “Wanna hear my drum solo?”.

#hell444youwrites!! #hell444you #lars ulrich smut #lars ulrich #metallica smut #metallica #the black album #1991

[the-rippers]

metallica 1992

#metallica #james hetfield #kirk hammett #lars ulrich #jason newsted #the black album #metallica gifs #gif #gifs

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

Jay-Z released his eighth studio album The Black Album November 14, 2003

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[ilongfor-the-arts]

Can I please request James Hetfield x Female Reader(y/n)

(Smut x fluff)

With slight language and choking😧

Plot and the whole story is on you, cus you’re the best in that.

PS: you are amazing and I love your fics!!💗💗

Pairing: James Hetfield x fem reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, language, choking, a bit of degradation

Word Count: 1.1k

Disclaimer: this is a blurb as no plot was included with the req!

James's large calloused hands caressed every square inch of my body, groping anywhere he could possibly reach. I groaned as his palms kneaded my tender breasts, my nipples hardening through the thin fabric of my shirt.

James chuckled lowly against my mouth. His noises sent low vibrations throughout my entire body, the raspiness traveling straight to my aching core.

“No bra? Damn, you were really looking to get fucked today werent you?”

My cheeks flushed hot in embarrassment. James’s hot hands travelled down to my hips, utilizing his grip to rock my clothed core against his denim clad thighs. I moaned at the delicious friction, jerking my hips along his leg to quell the pulsing within my desperate cunt.

“Jesus baby, you really want my cock don’t you?”

James pulled away, burying his face in the crook of my neck to gently nip at the sensitive skin above my jugular.

“Please give it to me.”

I whispered, reaching my hands between our bodies to grasp onto his belt. I attempted to undo it, but the awkward angle made the simple action difficult. James grasped my wrists in both hands, pressing them into the mattress above my head. His hot body hovered over me, eyes staring down at me as if I was nothing under his crushing demeanor.

“Don’t be so desperate.”

He demanded, tone stern as released his death grip on my wrist. James yanked his black tank top over his head, tousling his teased hair in the process.

“I’ll give you whatever you deserve.”

His voice dropped an octave, raspiness leaking into his tone.

James’s knee was just far enough from my cunt to make me squirm my hips in a desperate attempt to gain delicious friction from his thigh. James was annoyed at my impatience. He pressed his pelvis to mine until my movements were completely restricted. I could feel his rock hard erection pressed against my clothed mound, but could do nothing to relieve the ache between my thighs.

His gaze traveled from eyes, down to my chest, my breasts covered by nothing except a thin white shirt. James grasped the collar of my shirt. I gasped as he tore the fabric in two with a satisfying rip, exposing my chest for his eyes.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

He leaned into my ear while simultaneously rocking his hips against mine, creating a brief moment of friction between our pelvises.

It’s too bad you’re such a slut.”

He whispered sensually into my ear while dragging the shredded pieces of fabric down my arms. James tugged it out from under me, letting it fall softly to the floor.

He reached between our bodies to undo his belt and jeans. James pushed them down just enough to allow his rock hard cock to spring free from its confines.

“Don’t worry baby… I’ll fuck some sense into you.”

He pushed himself upwards until he hovered above me enough to drag my loose pajama shorts and panties down my legs in a slow, seductive manner. James lowered himself back onto my body, noticing my flushed expression before lining the tip of his painfully hard cock up with my entrance.

His large hand found my neck, his grasp tightening and constricting my airway as he snapped his hips forward. My cries of pleasure were restricted by James’s hold on my neck. My vision was covered in black spots, the pressure on my neck sending my brain into a frenzy.

“I bet you’re loving this right now aren’t you?”

James was mercilessly thrusting into my wet cunt, giving me no time to adjust to his large size. He released my neck for a brief moment, allowing me a quick gasp of air before his hand tightening once more.

“You liked being fucked like a slut baby?”

My hands found his shoulder blades, dull nails digging into his fleshy back as he relentlessly pounded into me.

This time, when James released his constricting hold on my neck, I moaned loudly, throwing my head back into the pillows.

James chuckled.

“You like it when I choke you?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, legs shaking from the pleasurable pain rushing through my body with every snap of his pelvis.

“Answer me baby, or I won’t let you cum all over my cock.”

My chest shuddered as I inhaled.

“I love it when you choke me James. Please do it again.”

My words came out as breathy begs. I sounded truly pitiful.

“Alright baby, since you asked so nicely.”

His fingers dug into my throat, my mind growing cloudy due to the sudden lack of oxygen.

The sensation of warm liquid began to pool in my lower abdomen, letting me know that I was close to an intense orgasm.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m close.”

James caught my eyes.

“Are you gonna cum?”

He loosened his hand to allow me a chance to respond.

“Yes… yes I’m gonna cum.”

James smirked.

“Good.”

His voice was weak and breathy, completly fucked out. He continued his relentless attack on my pussy, his pace not faltering even for a moment.

“God baby, your pussy feels so fucking good.”

James’s hand rested against my neck, his grasp threatening to tighten at any moment.

“James. Please choke me again.”

His eyes lit up with excitement at the request. James clenched his fingers around my neck, my airflow becoming restricted once more. I moaned loudly as his grip tightened around my throat, as that was the final push I required.

I came silently around James’s cock, my entire body convulsing as his merciless thrusts transformed into a tidal wave of pleasure that rushed through my body. My nails raked along James’s back once more, breaking skin as he finished inside of me, hot cum coating my wet walls.

Once James was satisfied with his work, he collapsed atop me, giving a few lazy snaps of his hips as his grip loosened significantly.

“Fuck baby. You’re kinkier than I thought.”

I chuckled, and I could feel my heavy pulse against James’s calloused fingers that now rested against my bruised throat.

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