Metallica Imagines

I Wear Your Ring (Lars)

Posting again, ha. This is a pretty old story/imagine/whateveryacallit I had saved just in case I ran out of ideas or wanted time to write a fresh one. I was pretty insecure about this at first because it's a whole lotta sex but I see no point in hiding it. I'm having a Lars phase right now, fuck. Like seriously I'd smash he was dummy thicc 😳. I tried to rework this one so that the reader could properly put themselves into it. The time frame is set before the self-titled album was released, 1990. Heaven or Las Vegas (the Cocteau Twins album referenced in this story and title) is one of my favorites and I definitely feel that Lars would like it, it gives me Lars vibes, idk. Enjoy luv

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Not the most interesting guy on the planet, but I'll take it. One of my best friends set me up on this attempt of a date with the drummer of a band. Lars, I believe his name is? I was a bit skeptical honestly, Lars doesn't sound anything like most of the guys I've been on dates with. Hopefully, tonight goes good.

The brisk air hit my face as I walked down the street to his apartment. The mystery guy and I spoke briefly on the phone earlier today, just telling me his address and a bit more about himself. Now I know he's from Denmark, loves that fancy mineral water, he's into Guns N' Roses, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Black Sabbath and Led; much like me.

I made it to the building within 20 minutes and allowed my eyes to inspect the overall scenery before gathering the senses to knock on the door. It took a few knocks before I was greeted at the door by a brunette, not that much taller than me. I was captivated by his eyes immediately.

Lars flashed a charming smile that I must admit, made my knees a little weak.
"Hey, sweetheart. You're the girl Chloe (yes that's the friend's name I am so basic) told me about. More gorgeous in person, I must say!"
I blushed, rolling my eyes and smirking as a response.

"You can save your pickup lines, Lars. I'm only here because my friend wants me to get outta the house."

I was clearly bullshitting. Immediately, I was so won over by how cherubic and handsome he looked. His gorgeous hair complimented those colorful, vivid eyes and soft, long lashes. What can I say? I'm smitten.

"Now you're at mine. I think you'll enjoy being in my company tonight. Come in, I don't want the weather to harm that gorgeous skin of yours," his eyes tracing down to my legs. He must've noticed in the light how nice and smooth they looked. What an observer.

After setting my jacket down on a chair and removing my shoes, I was taken back by how good it felt to have such a smooth carpet practically cradling my toes. Lars headed towards the kitchen to take an exquisite looking bottle of red wine out of the fridge.

"I see you're taking a liking to my place, yeah?"
I nearly forgot I was even here. Finding a place back in reality, I nodded.
"Um. Yeah. God, your place is kickass. Like, it's nice." I grinned.
"Have a seat. Relax, love."

Doing just as he said, I found myself further unwinding in the plushness of the satin sofa. Surveying the room, I noticed all the abstract art pieces he had up. So he's an art hoe. Nice.

Lars settled on the couch next to me, kicking his feet up on the footrest. He turned the tv off and then turned his direct attention towards me, resting a hand on an upper thigh of mine.

"So, tell me more about yourself, (Y/N), is it?" Lars started tracing little circles on my thigh.
As much as I should have, I didn't object. It felt damn good and I think I may have just wanted to set myself in his lap and start ravaging him.
"Well for starters, you know my name. I'm (ethnicity/or nationality, a fun fact about you)." He seemed intrigued.
"Sounds very exotic. I can see it in your body, face and the way those pretty lips move."
I playfully touched his chest.
"Are you still trying with the flirting? Because it's working."
"Just don't know how to control myself around a sexy woman when she's right in front of me."