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Idk if party scenes are too played out so forgive me😭 but helping Kirk put on Halloween makeup (like sitting in his lap and he’s all giggling and moving around to make you stay on his lap longer) and yall have matching costumes 🥹

this is like so corny, but cute and i fucking love it 🤭

he’s such a dork i love him

you were getting ready for like whatever little halloween get together party thingy, you were going w kirk as vampires (it’s just the vibe) so you were doing your makeup all dark and pretty, kirk interrupts you to snatch a tube of dark red lipstick from the counter and ask,

“what about this color for me?” you smile and roll your eyes, taking it from his hands while he’s giggling at his own joke.

“can you do mine too?” he asks, smiling wide because he knows you’ll say yes.

“alright, sit down.” he does so, looking up at you with excitement in his big eyes. you grab an eyeshadow palette and a little brush and sit down.

“ok, move your head this way.” you say, placing a hand on his cheek to move his face delicately so that he is facing you. you stop for a minute, just examining his face.

“this isn’t gonna work. i know what would be better.” you move overtop of him to straddle him, at which he is confused at first but then grabs your hips to hold you. you brush his hair away from his face.

“ok, hold still. don’t squint your eyes.” you load up the brush with sparkly black eyeshadow and bring it closer to his eyes. you start to softly brush it over his eyelid but he scrunches up his face at the contact and can’t help but giggle.

“kirk, stop! i told you not to move!” you giggled, shoving him playfully.

“it fucking tickles!” he laughed again. he shut his eyes again, to prove that he was going to be calm this time. so you slowly and softly tried the brush on his eyes, making it dark around his top lid and a little underneath his eyes as well. you added white eyeshadow to highlight and dark rogue on his nose and below his eyebrows.

“not bad, Nosferatu.”

“oh my god, do i look like Nosferatu now?” you laugh at his reaction, his eyes widening and a hand covering his mouth as he laughed.

“no… i’m good at makeup, but not that good.” you started to move from his lap, and kissed his head before standing up to go add the finishing touches in your makeup.

#i hope this was alrighttt #grazilla’s thoughts #ask #kirk hammett #kirk hammett x reader #metallica #metallica x reader

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lesbianhotch · 2 years

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window shopping (a sugar daddy hotch fic)

happy sunday! hope yall like this one! <3

notes: 18+ (no smut, mentions of sex), fem reader, lingerie shopping, hotch being like That, reader deserves to feel pretty dammit!

“I think we should go in. If you’d like.”

Your arm is threaded through Aaron’s, as it usually is when you walk together, and you’re stopped on M street in Georgetown, expensive boutiques staring back at you.

This boutique in particular is one you’ve passed by many times before, but never gone inside.

Gorgeous lingerie hangs in the window; nighties, babydolls, chemises, robes, bras with elegant lace detailing and panties to match.

You’ve wandered past the shop many times with Aaron, always quietly thinking about what it would be like to go in there as a couple, picking out something together.

“How do you know I’d like to go in?”

Aaron lets out a huff, as if he’s trying not to laugh.

“Because every time we pass by I see your eyes light up. You aren’t very subtle.”

Okay so, maybe your thinking wasn’t as quiet as you thought.

You did tend to linger as you passed these windows, time and time again.

“I just think the pieces are very pretty, that’s all.”

“And what, you don’t think they’d look even prettier on you?”

His eyes are hidden behind his aviators, as they usually are, but his grin says everything you need to know.

You press into his side a little harder, hand coming up to rest on his bicep. “Looking for something new for me to describe to you over the phone?”

Phone sex was becoming a regular thing between you two, which was something you don’t think you ever could’ve predicted, but you also weren’t afraid to admit how much it worked.

It kept you connected while Aaron was away, kept you satisfied, and it was a temporary fix for whatever roadblock kept the two of you from getting physical.

But here Aaron was, offering to buy you lingerie, which was a very physical act in your book.

Aaron glances at the window, then back to you, moving a hand to the small of your back.

“That certainly would be nice. You do have a way with words.”

“Then it’s settled.” You lean into the warmth of his hand, feeling his strong fingers press into your shirt. “Lead the way.”

There are only two people inside the shop; a young woman at the counter and an older woman who introduces herself as the owner. She’s tall, blonde, and elegant; looking more like a woman who should be attending a Parisian fashion week than manning a store in DC.

She greets you with warmth, quickly launching into an explanation about how she's worked with many designers over the years, finding the best and brightest from Europe to work with, making her pieces exclusive and high quality. She’s very kind, almost overwhelmingly so, and you almost struggle to keep up.

“I truly believe there’s a piece in here for everyone,” she says, plucking a silk robe off the rack and holding it up to you. “Ahh yes yes, you can do any color, you’re one of the lucky ones. Would you like me to open the fitting room for you?”

You glance back at Aaron, who is clearly delighted at the exchange taking place, and he shrugs. “Up to you. Unless you just want to browse.”

The woman tuts, wagging a ring clad finger. “There is no such thing as ‘just browsing’, especially when you’re in my store. The pieces call to you, and before you know it you’re trying on the whole store.”

You laugh a little, but you find yourself understanding exactly what she means. Every way you turn you find something you’d like to try on.

“A fitting room would be perfect, thank you.” You look at the wall to your right, short cut nightgowns and sheer chemises on display. “I think I’ll start over here.” - “Oh darling, I think we have a winner.”

The owner has been in and out of the fitting room with you, exchanging sizes and colors, helping you do up intricate buttons and adjust straps.

You’d already decided upon a red lace robe with long sleeves and a hem that dusted the top of your thighs. It was completely sheer, so naturally you were determined to find something to wear underneath it.

You’d tried a pink set, but it had felt a little too much like Valentine's day for you. The white felt too bridal, and the emerald green too holiday themed.

But this? You loved this.

A light blue bra, balconette cups with delicate floral details that just made you feel so pretty. It was worlds away from the bra you wore to work everyday. The panties matched of course, the same color and details. They were cheeky, but it didn’t leave you feeling bare.

By itself you were sexy, but with the robe on it was like fire and ice.

The owner adjusts the bra steps one more time to make sure the fit is perfect, and steps back, allowing you to view yourself in the mirror.

“It’s simply stunning, really. How do you feel about it?”

You twist back and forth a few times, letting the robe flow around you.

“I’m in love with it. It’s a keeper for sure.”

“Fabulous. Would you like to step out and show your partner?”

Aaron had been patiently waiting outside the dressing room for many minutes now, sinking into a plush chair in the corner that looked a bit like dollhouse furniture due to his 6 foot frame. You’d gone out to ask for advice once or twice, mainly looking for confirmation that you were valid in your dislike for some of the pieces you tried on.

Watching him try to look at the lingerie without looking at you was a highlight of your day. You had a feeling it was a combination of gentlemanly instincts and him trying to control himself in a public setting, but either way it tickled you.

You turn to her, the most innocent smile you could muster on your face. “Actually, I’d like this one to be a surprise.”

“Smart. Let’s get this off.”

She helps loosen the straps and undo the buttons on the back of your bra, stepping out so you can change in privacy.

You’re just slipping on your regular panties when there’s a knock on the door.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I have one more for you!”

“Oh I don’t think I have any more picked out.”

The door creaks open, and the owner sticks her arm in to hang a piece on the rack on the wall. “Your partner suggested this one. You should be able to get into this one on your own, but please let me know if you need any help!”

The door is closed again and she’s gone in a flash, and you’re glad she didn’t fully come in, otherwise she’d see the blush on your face and the wideness of your eyes.

Aaron picked out one for you. Aaron picked out lingerie for you to try on, right here, right now.

You’d never felt your throat go so dry so fast.

It was certainly Aaron’s style, that’s for sure. A jet black babydoll, with sheer lace cups and a pleated bodice that wasn’t completely see through, you’d obviously need underwear with it.

Or maybe, you weren’t supposed to.

You slip it over your head and it’s a perfect fit, the empire waist resting just below your breasts. It’s not something you’d go for normally, but you can’t deny how good you look in it.

There’s another knock on the door, and you’re surprised when you hear Aaron’s voice on the other side.

“So, what do you think?”

“It’s pretty. You should come see it.”

There’s a moment of hesitation before you hear the doorknob turn and see the door crack open in the view of the mirror. Aaron slides inside but leaves the door open, which you silently thank him for.

An open door will make sure you don’t do anything you wouldn’t want anyone else to see.

Aaron smiles, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall. “You look gorgeous.”

The compliment makes you blush, and you do a little spin, enjoying the way the chiffon of the bodice picks up around you.

You’d almost forgotten that the cups were sheer, but now with Aaron in the room you find yourself acutely aware of how much of you he can see. You want to bring your hands up to cover yourself, but Aaron is reaching out before you get the chance.

He puts his hands where the waist of the babydoll starts, and it makes his fingers brush against the underside of your lace covered breasts. He looms over you, and you have to crane your neck back to meet his eyes. “It’s funny, all those little outfits you came out to show me before didn’t really get to me. But this?”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and for a moment you’re wondering if he’s going to take you right now, open door be damned.

“I want to tear this one apart.”

His hands tighten in the fabric for just a moment, but he releases his grip and gives you some distance as you both hear the click of heels against the floor.

The owner is back again, a bright smile on her face as she sees you in the piece.

“Oh my goodness, lovely! I know it’s simple, but a little black nightie is a classic.”

Aaron nods in agreement, back to leaning against the wall like he hadn’t almost given into his desire to rip your underwear off of you. “I’m glad I took a chance with this one. I knew she’d like it.”

You hope you don’t look as flustered as you feel, your heart raging in your chest.

“I do like it, it’s very nice.”

The woman looks between you and Aaron, clasped hands up against her chest.

“So, what are we thinking?”

It comes from both you and Aaron at the same time, an unplanned agreement that has the woman smiling and ready to race off to ring up your purchases.

“We’ll take it.”

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