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distorted59 · 7 months

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First of all, I love your works soooo much! And I love you too

Please I really want Kirk Headcanons. He’s the love of my life! I want to cuddle him and also something smut things too

thank you lovely!! I'm sorry for taking so long, i hope you enjoy!! <3

He’s really shy!! When you first met him, he was very nervous. Blushing and stumbling over his words. (You thought it was absolutely adorable of course!!!) When he first shook your hand, he felt electricity running through his body. After a while he fell right into your trap, he was hooked. Begging for more every day.

He gets flustered a lot when he’s around you. He would mess up riffs during rehearsals or stumble over his words. One time he didn’t sleep very well, because he was overthinking all night. (May or may not have been horny all night) and he’d show up tired and sexually frustrated. You’d welcome him with open arms and took a nap together, when he woke up (hard) he got nervous. Your smell and arms around him drove him crazy. You noticed him stiffening once he woke up and quickly figured out what was happening. You’d start kissing his neck and rubbing him over his jeans. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

loves to eat pussy. Like he devours it. All of the boys would be into it but he’s addicted to it. Very good at it as well. He’d pull you to the edge of the bed so he could grind himself against the mattress while eating you out.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” Kirk moans against your cunt. His hips are unrhythmic and desperately grinding against the bed.

you moan and tug on his hair, keeping him in place right between your thighs.

“Hmm!” you let out a squeal as he hits just the right spot. Kirk is humping against the bed like an animal.

“gonna make me cum just like this, honey, fuck!”

I feel like he gives the best hugs ever! Loves to cuddle and hold you close to him.

80s Kirk is such a cutie, I just wanna hold him and kiss all his worries away. like, he’s such a geek with all his comics and action figures. Imagine going with him when he wants to buy new toys.

“Oh my god, babe!” Kirk whisper-yells at you and holds up a new issue of ‘Monster Magazine’.

“Is that the new one, baby?” you smile at him, finding it overly adorable how excited he always gets.

"Yeah!" He looks at the back. “I’m gonna get this.”

He smiles excitedly at you and kisses your cheek. You giggle and blush a bit, not expecting the kiss.

“Can I read it after you’re done?”

“Of course, baby!” Kirk grabs your hand. “We’ll read it together!”

Talking ab horror…. he would be into monster roleplay…. HE WOULD DONT DENY IT. Like him dressing up as dracula and you are the girl who got lost….. like!!!????? and he finds you and traps you and bites you and fucks the absolute life out of you. Thank you for listening.

Also, the fact that in all those videos where he makes a joke and no one laughs??? c'mon now… baby is just trying to have some fun :(

his stutter is so cute!!! he still gets nervous sometimes and can’t look you in the eye or form a sentence. but you don’t mind. <3

I have been thinking about this a lot lately; giving Kirk head for the first time. him all whiny and excited, not knowing what to expect.

“I’ll be gentle, okay?” You look up at him through your lashes.

“Mhm.” He has his fingers over his mouth, unable to even speak. You stroke him lazily and smile at him. He throws his head back and lets out a huge moan when you lick the tip.

“Ooh~, baby!” He whines. “ngh.. fuck!” his chest moves up and down and he tries to hold your hair back for you.

you lick him from the base up and put him in your mouth. You’d think he’s seeing stars, cause he lets out the most heavenly moans you’ve ever heard.

“feels so good, baby~”

yes, just a silly little thought.

the older he gets the rougher he gets, i feel. I mean, the fame and money definitely upped his confidence. which isn’t a bad thing AT ALL.

One of my favorite eras of him is htsd, his hair is starting to gray a little bit, and his skin has that old deep tan. the mustache, the goatee. yes just yes.

I feel like he’s such a tease!!?? imagine going out for dinner with some friends, or the rest of the band. and he’s touching you all over.

“Does my baby wanna feel good?” he slides his hand over your thigh. He’s been touching your thighs an kissing your neck all fucking night.

“Kirk, please.” you whimper. “Not here, why here?”

“Why here?” he smirks against your neck and moves up to whisper in your ear. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this as much as I do, princess.”

GIMME THAT I NEED IT NOW

He’s a really sweet boy, has a kind heart and actually looks too cute to be in a metal band. His voice is so sweet, his hands are very soft. (they become more and more calloused over the years). He would trace his fingers over your skin and whisper sweet things in your ears and place soft kisses on your neck.

ALSO Kirk with eyeliner!???? just imagine you making him feel so good after a show or sum and he starts crying in pleasure and it just drips down his face!!???? His face is messy and his eyes are red with tears as he craves more and more of you.

actually need that rn

and going to the beach with him!! maybe he'll teach you how to surf or just chill with you enjoying some drinks in the shade and going for a casual swim. <3

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stevenssticks · 8 months

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based on an ask i got about young bestfriend!james, kirk and dave with a virgin reader but i LOST THE ASK. so here you go anon wherever you are i’m so sorry i lost ur ask i hope you enjoy

let’s just pretend kirk dave and james are all besties for this okay?

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you, kirk, james, and dave had been lifelong best friends. you watched them as they grew up, as they watched you. from when james had that awful acne that he couldn’t get to go away, and when dave got drunk for the first time and you had to drag him away with his knuckles bloody at 16. when kirk got his first girlfriend, and you had a mini celebration with him in your room when he finally broke up with her.

now, in your early adulthood, your friday’s are spent together on the couch, taking your pick of movies to watch. it’s kirk’s choice tonight, and so of course the boy picked out a new horror movie he wanted to get into. so far, it hasn’t been so amusing. kirk has even fallen asleep, head on your lap, eyes closed and mouth slightly ajar as your eyes droop despite the screams coming from your shitty TV.

james’ head that was previously on your shoulder has lowered to be mashed into the side of your boob, slender legs half-thrown over the armrest of the couch. dave’s head is on top of yours on your right, hands resting where kirk’s legs are thrown over his lap. you’re all a little tipsy still from the beer you had (too much), and when you nudge dave’s head off your shoulder to look at him with half lidded eyes, dave suddenly gets the burst of confidence to lift a hand up to your cheek, and go in for a kiss.

you make a surprised “mmmph” noise into dave’s mouth before returning the kiss happily. these feelings you’ve had for all three of them have been bubbling up for years, and you would never be able to choose just one of them. maybe you don’t have to, you think, as you feel a second pair of lips on your neck. james has removed his head from where it was resting to lick and suck at your clavicle, and then your jaw. you pull away from dave to look down at him, bringing his lips to yours as dave takes james’ place at your jaw.

now a pair of hands are massaging your thighs, a third set of lips leaving kisses where your sleep shorts have ridden up. kirk. you eye him and see him grin up at you with those crooked teeth you find so pretty. you let out a sigh as two pairs of hands fondle your tits, reaching behind.m the fabric of your shirt to rub at your nipples.

“james.. dave.. oh fuck.” kirk feels left out, taking a bite of your thigh resulting in a startled yelp of his name that seems to satisfy him. this is the farthest you have ever gotten with anyone. the rest is unknown territory that you’re enthusiastic to explore. you wouldn’t trust anyone else to take you there but the three boys pressed against you right now.

kirk slides completely off the couch, asking a little “okay?” as he grips the waistbands of your panties and shorts in his hands.

“yes,” you reply, breathless from kisses, and kirk slides your undergarments off your legs and fans his warm breath over your soaked pussy. you open up for him more as james rips off your shirt to get a mouth on one of your nipples, while dave tweaks the other with two fingers.

“thought about this for so long, fuck…” dave whispers. you throb for him, grabbing his free hand and clenching down as kirk presses a kiss to your clit. the warmth and wetness of his tongue is addictive, you decide, as he licks a stripe up your center before pressing his tongue between your folds. james and dave start a back and forth exchange of praises.

“so pretty, look at you.”

“doing so well. bet kirk loves the taste of you..”

“can’t wait to get my mouth on you myself.”

your head is spinning with it. and dave asks “you wanna help us feel good?” in which you nod so hard that you feel like a fool for it. but you don’t think about it for too long as you hear two pairs of jeans unzip, and you look down to see dave’s cock right up close, and then james takes your hand to help guide you in jerking him off.

“give it some kisses for me, baby,” dave says all sly, grin on his face. you look up at him as you do just that, eyes boring into his and he has to look away so he doesn’t cum too quick. while james guides your hand, dave brings your head down over his cock for you to lick and suck at him. your moans from kirk still eating you out sending vibrations up his spine. “look so good with your mouth full like that. oh- shit…” you swirl your tongue around him in a way you would imagine feels good as kirk pulls away from you, breathless.

he comes up to slot his legs between yours (when did he get his pants off?!), the head of his cock pushing at your folds. dave has you pull off him momentarily, and james stops holding your hand in his.

“you want this?” kirk asks, all sweet, big doe eyes staring at you with so much love it hurts.

“only ever wanted it with you three,” you respond and they all smile and blush a little at that. dave leans down to kiss you deeply.

“breathe for us,” james says, and then kirk is pushing into you slowly. the stretch makes tears run down your cheeks. dave and kirk both praising you and telling you it’s going to feel so good soon. james is rubbing your clit in slow circles as kirk starts to move. for the first time that night, kirk’s lips interlock with yours. his thrusts get faster, less coordinated, and you know he’s gonna cum. he’s so overwhelmed by the feeling of you and he would be embarrassed if he wasn’t so caught up in the moment.

“auh- fuck… i’m cumming!” and then kirk is spilling inside you (thank god for birth control). he pulls out slowly, watching his cum leak out of you, before dave is pulling you to your hands and knees on the couch.

“open,” he says, and you do so immediately. letting him push his cock into your mouth as james comes to push his into your swollen pussy. you moan as they push you back and forth, kirk bringing a hand up to rub at your clit. you’re all so close. you can feel dave twitching in your mouth, james’ grip on your hips tightening. kirk rubs your clit faster.

“i can feel you squeezing me, you gonna cum? i’m so close, know dave is too. want you to come with us.” james is breathless, his words coming out strained. “that’s it baby. there you go. you can do it..” and then you’re cumming on james’ cock, moaning around dave. dave grips your hair in his hands to push you down as far as you let him, letting out a slew of punched out moans that have you roll your eyes back in your head as james spills into you with groans of his own.

you swallow the best you can around dave, some of his cum leaking out of the corners of your mouth and down your chin. after he pulls out he wipes your lips with his thumb, feeding the rest of his cum to you which you lick up. james pulls out of you, breathless and thoroughly fucked out. as soon as james lets go of your hips your legs give out, collapsing onto the couch, breathing heavy.

“you did so good for us,” kirk whispers to you. dave takes you in his arms to carry you off to your shared bathroom, starting a bath to get you cleaned up.

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COUGH COUGH AGAIN IM SORRY FOR WHATEVER THE HELL HAPPENED BUT HERE. hope you enjoyed nonetheless<3

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thekirbishow · 2 months

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I’d like to remind everyone that these two are the same person

#the duality of man #tumblr #kirky #kirk hammett imagine #kirk hammett headcanons #kirk hammett x reader #kirk hammett #kirk hammett fluff #metallica

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clem900 · 24 days

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#metallica #james hetfield #metallica x reader #metallica imagines #kirk hammett x reader #lars ulrich #JAMES IS MY BARBIE #kirk hammett #kirk hammett smut #lars ulrich x reader #james hetfield x reader #80s metal

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 2 months

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Using Safe Words - Metallica pt.1

A/n: Basically just scenario's where a safe word is used and how Metallica members would react. This is only James, Lars and Kirk, if you'd like to the bassists or other bands even let me know :3

Link to part 2

Warnings: Smut, angst, use of a safe word, rough sex, sex toys, if you think you won't be comfortable reading that that's fine protect yourself before reading content :3 Also, if there's anything you think I missed let me know!

James had you bent in half on the couch. He had had a rough day at the studio, everyone was just on his ass and in his face and it was driving him crazy, so when he got home you offered to help him destress. Only you hadn’t anticipated this...

Don’t get me wrong, James was always on the rougher side of things but this was pushing it. He’d been manhandling you and pulling more orgasms out of you than your body could take at this point. It didn’t matter how sensitive you were, how weak or overstimulated you were, James just didn’t stop and your begs and pleads only seemed to fuel his need for dominance.

His hips were slamming against your at an unholy as he held your knees to your chest. “Fuck, pretty little slut, barely keeping your eyes open?” Your eyes were rolling back, your brain was practically useless at this point and you were shaking uncontrollably underneath James. James slapped you across the face, hard. You cried out but he didn’t care and did it again. “Fucking look at me when I’m railing you.” He ordered.

“Ja-Jamie, Jamie, please!” You sobbed, tears streaming down your red face. “Can’t-can’t take it, please!”

“Whiny whore.” He groaned, slapping you again. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Pumpkin.” You sputtered, your voice was weak and he barely heard it. James laughed and stared down at your weak form.

“What was that? Gotta speak up, bitch.”

“Pum-pumpkin, please, pumpkin!” You sobbed, tossing and turning. James froze, any cold demeanour he had vanished in an instant.

“What was that?” He asked, his voice now basically a whisper. You didn’t respond and just continued sobbing. James slowly pulled out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap. “Baby, I’m so sorry.” He littered kisses all over your face, soft and gentle ones. He wiped the tears from your eyes and held you close. “I’m so, so sorry, love, how about I run you a nice warm bath, yeah? Then we can watch a movie or something, how does that sound?” You gave a small nod and he carried you to the bathroom.

He never let go of you while he got the bath ready, sprinkling in smelling salts, lighting a few candles and even adding in rose petals. Fake ones he was saving for a special occasion but he felt you needed them now more than anything.

“Do you want me to get leave?” He asked once he got you in the tub. You shook your head.

“Just-just hold me.” Your voice was still shaky as you mumbled. “Please.” James smiled and got in with you, pulling you close to his chest. He continued to whisper praises and apologise in your ear, pressing soft kisses all over your face and asking if you’re ok.

Lars was always a dick. He’d refuse to let you cum or make you cum so much you couldn’t remember your own name. Then there’d be times when he would only focus on his own pleasure and completely disregard whether you finished or not. Usually, this was just to annoy you, rile you up and what not, plus there’d always be days when he was just perfect for you, making sure everything was just right. He’d have his moments, for sure.

Today was nothing like anything he’s put you through. He’d just come back from a tour with Metallica and said he was all pent up. Of course you understood, you’d been feeling just the same, and so you ended up in the bedroom.

Your wrists and ankles were tied to the bedposts. Lars had two vibrators in either of your holes, with one perfectly pressed against your clit. Lars was pistoning himself in and out of your mouth, not caring if you could breathe or not. You were gagging, not necessarily because of him but just because you needed air, he didn’t care either way, he just enjoyed the noises coming from you like sweet music to his ears.

“Fuck, so good for me.” Lars moaned out, throwing his head back in pleasure. Your whole body was hot and tight, not in the usual way. The high speed vibrations, the stretch you never welcomed, Lars standing over you and being unable to even try to move through all of it just made everything hurt. Painful, is what it was.

You tried to choke something out but the words couldn’t form around Lars. “Oh, I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked with a grin, pulling out enough for you to talk.

“Please, just-” You didn’t get a chance to finish as Lars slammed himself right back past your lips. Again you gagged while he cackled above you. You pulled and thrashed against the restraints but every move just made the feelings down below so much worse.

Lars pulled out again, still snickering. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you wanna try again?” He asked, you knew he’d just do it again so you blurted out the only thing you thought could get him to stop.

“Pump-!” Again he cut you off. This time his laughter was short-lived when he processed what you were trying to say.

“Wait, what?” He asked, moving completely off of you. He held your face as he always did, caressing your cheek.

“Pumpkin, please, pumpkin!” You sobbed, writhing at the pain coursing through you. Lars immediately panicked, rushing to take everything off and out of your. As soon as you were able to, you pushed yourself to the corner of the bed, curling in on yourself as you cried, trying to forget what you just experienced.

Lars came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was that bad.” His voice was soft and a little shaky. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why-why would you-would you do that to me?” You asked through quiet sobs. He shook his head, nuzzling against you.

“I didn’t-I don’t-I just-” He started and stopped his sentences before just giving up. “I’m so, so sorry, love.” He held you a little longer before getting up and walking out of the room. He returned a few minutes later with a cloth and started wiping you down. The cloth was coarse and rough against you. You snatched it out of his hand and started cleaning yourself off in a more delicate fashion. “I’m sorry, can I just-” He reached for it again but you turned away from him. He gave a small nod and went to the closet.

You watched him dig through the clothes, tears making your vision a little blurry and you couldn’t stop sniffling. Lars came back to you, standing beside the bed and holding out clothes for you to take. One of his band shirts and a pair of his sweats. You looked between him and the clothes in his hands for a moment before taking them and slowly getting them on. “My body hurts.” You muttered, voice shaky.

“I’m sorry.” He said again. “I can set up a movie for us? A bubble bath? Whatever you want.” You thought about it for a moment before giving a small nod.

“A movie sounds nice.” Lars smiled at you and rushed off to set up a movie for the two of you in the living room.

A few weeks ago Kirk had brought up the idea of having a threesome to which you immediately turned down, that was not up your alley at all. Kirk dropped it when he saw how much you disliked the idea and for a while you thought that was the end of it.

Kirk brought you on tour with him, it was just for a week for his birthday and you intended to spend as much time with him as you could during his special day. The two of you finally had some alone time in your hotel room and were watching a movie, he kept touching up your leg and teasing you a bit, so you decided to indulge and have some fun.

You were straddling his lap, your tongues exploring each other’s mouth as you interchanged moans and groans. Kirk’s hands were roaming your body, groping your ass. He’d have his hands on your hips and pull you down while grinding the tent in his pants against you, drawing more sounds out of the both of you.

Everything was fine until you heard a deep groan that didn’t sound anything like Kirk, plus it was coming from the other side of the room. You pulled away, Kirk went to kiss your neck, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin. You glanced over your shoulder and saw James in a chair not far away with his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it up and down.

Fear shot through you and you pushed yourself off of Kirk, looking between him and the lead singer. “What the fuck?!”

“What?” Kirk asked, looking genuinely concerned for you. “You said no threesome so I figured James could just watch.” He explained. You can hear it in his tone that he’s doubting the idea as he says it. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. With no verbal disagreement Kirk leaned over to you again and kissed you. You slapped him. He didn’t look confused or hurt, just a little sad that he made you uncomfortable.

“Fucking pumpkin! I told you when you brought it up the first time, why would this be ok?!” He didn’t say anything and just looked down at the sheets. You scoffed and stormed out of the room and into the bathroom, taking a moment to breathe and just get yourself calmed down.

Several minutes pass and you hear a knock on the door. “Sweetheart?” Kirk called, his voice soft. “Can I, uh, can I come in?” You waited a moment before opening the door, holding yourself and pouting at him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told James that it was ok without talking about it with you.”

“You shouldn’t have even talked to him about it knowing that I wasn’t comfortable with stuff like that!” You argued. Kirk nodded and looked down again.

“Look, why don’t you take the bed and-and I’ll sleep in the tub.” He suggested, even taking a step around you to get to the small bath.

“Why would you do that?”

“I figured, you know, you wouldn’t want to share a bed with me after-” He paused and took a seat on the edge of the bath. “After that.” He sighed, running a hand over his face. “I’m sorry, it was really dumb, I promise it won’t happen again.” You nodded and sat beside him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I still want you to sleep in bed with me.” You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers together. “Sleep isn’t the same when I know I can’t steal your blankets.” You smiled up at him.

“I think I’d prefer the tub.” He chuckled. Kirk pulled you closer and kissed your forehead.

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metallicaislife · 6 months

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A Steamy Halloween

A/N: I am so bad at flirting irl and that translates into my writing I'm so sorry hahahahah I think what happens after makes up for it thoughhhh 😏

Requested by : Anon

Genre: 18+ Smut, minors dni

Word Count: 1,531

Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, m x f pairing

“Are you sure you don’t need a ride there?” Kirk asked for the third time over the phone.

“Yes, I’m running behind a little bit so I’ll just see you when I get there, okay? Plus, it’s not that far from my house. A short walk won’t kill me.” I said holding the phone between my shoulder and ear as I applied the deep red lipstick.

“Fine, I’ll see you there.” He finally relented.

“See ya.” I said quickly and hung up the phone.

I took my time with finishing touches of my costume.

I entered the party, greeting a few people. I was on a mission to find my best friend though. When my eyes landed on him, I was surprised to see he was already looking at me. I made my way over to him.

“If you spotted me why didn’t you say anything?” I asked folding me arms. He finally snapped out of whatever spell he was under.

“I.. uh sorry. Um, nice costume.” He said swallowing hard. Internally I smirked, I was in a short leather dress that accentuated my body perfectly, and a pair of platform heels.

“Thanks.” I smiled showing off my fangs, tried and true sexy vampire for the win. “Are you a ghoul?” I asked. His eyes were surrounded by black paint and contoured his face to give it that hollow look.

“Bingo.” He replied with finger guns. What a dork. My favorite dork though.

“Anything fun going on here?” I asked, finally taking the seat next to him.

“Not really. But it’s still early.” He shrugged.

“You’re forgetting who’s throwing the party, my guy. If it was me there’d be games but it looks like all this is, is a costume mingle.” I huffed.

“Wanna give it a while longer then get outta here?” He asked.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

We got up and talked with some of the other party goers. I was right though, all these people were interested in talking, no drinking games, kissing games, you know a normal party.

About a half an hour later, my eyes met Kirk’s and I gave him the signal we concocted to give the other when we wanted to leave a situation. Kirk nodded and we met at the front door.

We walked to his car in silence. He opened the door for me.

“Thanks.” I said sliding in and buckling up. He walked around getting in.

“Where to?” He asked, starting his car.

“I’m hungry, are you?” I asked as I fidgeted with my hair.

“Yeah, the diner okay?” He offered our usual spot to eat.

“Always.” I replied.

The diner was on the other side of town. Music played softly over the radio. Kirk has been my best friend since grade school, but sometimes it felt like he was my boyfriend except without the perks of kissing among other things. Things that I thought of more often than I would ever admit. Sometimes I flirt with him just to see his reaction. He does the same though. It’s like we’re stuck in this vicious cycle of seeing how far we can push that boundary. Feeling confident in my costume and the reaction he gave from seeing me in it I decided tonight would be a good night to push that boundary button.

“You know, if the party turned into a make out party I’d have let you kiss me.” I said. I was serious, but I kept my tone light. I looked at him, his nostrils flared but he didn’t say anything so I kept going. “I would have even let you touch me.” I said dropping my voice to sound sexy.

“You talk an awful lot for someone who won’t actually do anything.” Kirk snapped as he clenched the steering wheel. My mood soured and I quickly snapped back.

“You’re one to talk.”

I jolted in my seat, the seat belt tightened, not letting me go far.

“What the hell, Kirk!” I exclaimed.

He didn’t say anything as he pulled the car over and parked where there weren’t many cars or foot traffic.

“Get in the back seat.” He said in a dark tone.

“What?” I asked, looking at him. His eyes met mine, there was a fire I’d never seen before.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He warned. My eyes widened as warmth pooled low in my belly. I fumbled a bit as I unbuckled and got out of the car sliding into the back seat. My heart thrummed in anticipation. Moments later Kirk followed suit and got out of the driver's seat and entered the back. He locked us in. His demeanor broke a little and he said, “if you don’t want to do this, tell me to stop.”

He scooted closer and I moved so I could crawl onto his lap straddling him.

“I want you to fuck me.” I said. The fire returned in his eyes and our lips met in a deep kiss that I felt in my toes.

Years of imagining this moment, and it was something so much more than I could have ever wished for. His hands gripped me tightly as I tangled my fingers in his hair.

I grinded down on him feeling him begin to harden. He pulled away and started sloppily kissing my neck as I continued grinding against him. My dress was riding up and his warm palms ran up and down my thighs as he found my sweet spot and bit down. I moaned as my hands explored the planes of his chest through his shirt. I found the hem and began lifting it up and he pulled back enough to let me help him take it off. I immediately dove in kissing and nipping at his chest. His hands kneaded my ass then he began to lift me. It was a bit cramped but he managed to maneuver us so I was laying across the back seat, my feet planted on the seat knees up. My dress was bunched up to my stomach. Kirk knelt as he rubbed his hands over my legs. His pupils were blown, lips swollen. He looked hot as fuck. His hands traveled further until he was at the top of my panties. He began pulling them down and I shifted my hips up so he could take them off. He shoved them into his back pocket. He ran his fingers through my folds eliciting a moan from my throat. He slipped a finger in, then another, using his thumb to rub my clit.

“Oh fuck… don’t stop.” I moaned. He smirked.

“Does it feel good?” He asked.

“S’good.” I moaned louder as I got closer to my release. I squirmed as I came, a slew of curse words leaving my lips.

“So fucking sexy.” Kirk commented. He pulled his dick out of his pants rubbing my release over it. My hooded eyes met his eyes as he moved closer. He rubbed the tip over my clit, I whined.

“Want you in me.” I breathed out. He aligned himself with me and thrust in. He let out a groan.

“Thought about this for so long. Gonna fuck you so good you won’t get off to anyone’s cock but mine.” He said, and I believed him. The windows were fogging as he began pistoning his hips, our breathing heavy. He paused for a moment to lift my hips and resumed, I screamed as he hit my g-spot. The car shook with each thrust. I came again, my eyes rolling back. He continued dragging out my pleasure before pulling out, he fisted his dick and came on my stomach. He lowered my hips and rested his forehead on my knee. After a while in silence regaining our breath he sat up tucking himself back into his pants.

“Stay there.” He said and got out going to the passenger door. I heard him rummage about the glovebox before coming back around to kneel between my legs. He had napkins and tenderly cleaned my stomach.

“Thank you.” I croaked, my throat hoarse from screaming.

He smiled and helped me sit up bringing my dress back down to cover me. I got out of the backseat and he rushed around to open the passenger door. He stopped me before I got in and kissed me, I immediately kissed him back. He pulled away, a goofy grin on his face.

I got in and we resumed our voyage to the diner.

When we got there, Kirk opened the diner door for me, following behind and softly resting his hand on the small of my back.

We were led to a booth and sat across from each other. I ordered fries and soda, while Kirk got a salad.

“Do you want to go back to my place after and watch Halloween?” Kirk asked. I munched on a fry and nodded.

“Can we watch Creature from the Black Lagoon after that?” I asked.

“Of course.” He replied with a smile.

We fell into comfortable conversation. Part of me wondered how the dork in front of me was the same one from 20 minutes ago that absolutely rocked my world.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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kirk blurb fingering u slowly and edging u until u can barely breathe

his hands r so sexy im sorry

𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉

pairing: kirk hammett x fem!reader

warning: smut, vaginal fingering, edging

summary: for kirk’s birthday because this is defo what he wanted

word count: 979

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Your head fell back into his neck, your mouth parted and vulgar moans being elicited from your lips. Your legs were wide and your back was arched; Kirk’s fingers were knuckle deep inside of you, making you writhe in his lap as he pounded them into you over and over.

“Stay still,” he murmured in your ear, stopping his movements momentarily to wrap an arm around your middle and pull you tight into his chest.

He kissed along your shoulders, up to the crest of your ear and back down again, curling his fingers inside of you and making you squirm against him.

“I said stay still,” he murmured again, quickening his pace and consequently making you move even more.

“I can’t,” you muttered, clawing at his wrists and squeezing your eyes shut, tears streaming from the corners.

“You can,” he said. “Otherwise I’m not letting you cum.”

“Please,” your thighs were shaking, your clit swollen and pussy aching for a release. However much you tried to ground yourself, to stop yourself from wriggling around in his lap as if you were a woman starved, you could not. Your legs were unconsciously squeezing together, your hips bucking and your hands gripping and clawing at his forearms.

“Sweetheart,” he scolded, thrusting his fingers inside of you at a pace that had tears streaming from your eyes and moans spilling from your mouth.

“Kirk,” you cried, a familiar feeling brewing in your stomach; ready to spill.

He continued to pound his fingers inside your pussy, the sounds obscene and sinful.

“Kirk,” you moaned again, his palm hitting your clit with each thrust. You rolled your head to the side, your lips brushing the skin of his neck. You could feel your orgasm approaching, your pussy clenching around Kirk's fingers - your slick dripping from it.

You were mumbling incoherent warnings and Kirk laughed softly in your ear, quickening his pace before pulling his fingers from you.

You whined and buried your head in the crook of his neck, a choked sob falling from your lips. Kirk held you close to his chest, offering you the slightest amount of comfort by running his hand through your hair.

“Shhh,” he cooed, kissing your head and stroking the inside of your thighs. “I told you to stay still, didn’t I, baby?”

You nodded slightly, clinging onto him as if he was your life source.

“You wanna cum don’t you?” His hand slid to your clit, rubbing soft circles into it and making you whimper into his neck. “Answer me,” he demanded, not stopping his movement.

“Yes,” his hand moved to toy with your wet slit, pushing the tip of his finger inside slowly; he was teasing you. “Please,” you groaned, removing your head from him and craning your neck towards the ceiling, mouth parting as he entered you.

“Look at you,” he placed a kiss on your neck, finger deep inside you. “If you stay still and be a good girl for me, then I’ll let you cum yeah?” He added another finger inside of you, stretching you wide and making you squirm. “What did I say?”

His free hand came up to play with your hard nipple, pulling and twisting the flesh, adding to the sensations and making you grip his thigh to stop yourself from moving too much.

He pulled his fingers out of you, stopping momentarily before thrusting them back inside you again. You cried out as he did so, breathing heavily and gripping harder at his thighs, surely leaving bruises.

“There you go,” he picked up the pace, hitting the spot inside you that had you falling into his arms. Your mouth was hung wide open, eyes squeezed impossibly tight and your legs shaking as your orgasm built unexpectedly and quickly.

“Kirk, please,” you bit your lip, trying desperately to stay still.

“You wanna cum?” He asked, his pace becoming faster as he felt you clench around him.

You moaned loudly as his thumb played with your clit, forcing out a small “yes” as your orgasm approached.

“Cum for me, baby,” he didn’t slow, continuing to pound into your pussy as he coaxed you further towards your orgasm.

You squeezed your thighs around his hand, clawing at his thighs and moaning loudly as you came on his fingers. The world surrounding you faded away, your mind going blank and your vision turning white as the pleasure overcame you.

You muttered Kirk's name over and over, falling apart in his lap. He slowed down his movements as you came down from your high before eventually stilling inside you.

You breathed heavily as he pulled away from you - him holding you tight against his chest and you bucking your hips as aftershocks struck through you.

“You’re okay, sweetheart,” you heard him say. His arms were wrapped around your middle, letting you slump against his chest. He kissed your head, resting his own atop it. “I’m here, you’re okay. You did so well for me.” He pushed your hair out of your face, brushing through it and letting you relax.

“I love you,” you murmured, feeling tiredness settle in as his body heat seeped into yours.

“I love you too, baby.” He muttered, kissing your head again and letting you turn around so you were facing him. You settled in his lap, curling into his hold and burying your face into his chest. “You tired?” He asked, trailing his fingers up and down your back.

“Mhm,” you responded, closing your eyes and feeling yourself losing consciousness.

“Then go to sleep,” he said. “Don’t worry about anything, just go to sleep.”

His soft movements on your back and his body heat were inviting you to sleep and you relaxed further into him as you fell to sleep, the feel of his arms around you and his hair tickling your head the last thing you remembered.

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vaginalsauce · 1 year

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Caught

warnings;

smut, fingering, unprotected, cockwarming?, mentions of being high, nicknames, semipublic, exhibition

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just a funny lil smut drabble, kirk is so yummy fr

summary;

You, Kirk, James, Cliff, and Lars have a movie night on tour, and it leads to you and Kirk doin some naughty naughty.

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The movie was nearing the halfway mark, but your head was too fogged up to pay attention. Kirk had his hand on your thigh, and was progressively sliding it higher and higher. You were positive he could feel the heat radiating from your cunt, hear your heartbeat, hear your breathing stagger.

The group had scattered around the hotel room, focused intently on the movie playing from the VHS.

You carefully spread your thighs, as Lars was laying at the foot of the bed. Kirk smirked to himself, leaning into your ear and pressing a kiss to the skin right below your earlobe. "Be quiet, baby."

His whisper sent shivers down your spine, and you almost lurched forward when he cupped your cunt, rubbing you through your shorts. "Think you can take these off for me?" He mumbled, tracing the hem. You nodded subtly, glancing around for a moment.

Never before have you been so grateful for a blanket in your life.

You let out a shaky breath as you gently lifted your hips, slipping the shorts down your thighs. No one even glanced, just assumed you were getting comfortable. Of course, even if they knew, it wasn't like they'd care much.

Kirk grinned, pushing your underwear to the side and immediately tracing a finger through your slick folds. You let out a shaky moan, to which you covered up with a cough, but with the glance you saw James and Kirk exchange, James was catching on.

It wasn't long before Kirk easily slid a finger into you, watching you closely out if the corner if his eye as your face threatened to twist into pleasure.

Your thighs almost closed, but Kirk caught your leg with his, keeping it pulled wide as he slowly began to pump his finger in and out of you, watching as you threw your head back. "Focus, pretty girl, gotta focus." He mumbled, just low enough as to not alert the others.

You were now pretty sure you were about to cry. Fuck, you just loved his fingers, but without the ability to vocalize your enjoyment, it was surprisingly frustrating. You raised your hips a bit to match with his hand movements, letting out a gasp as he curled his finger.

That got their attention.

"What was that, Y/N?" James chuckled, teasing. He knew for sure what was happening, but he wasn't gonna say anything. As for Cliff and Lars, they were clueless.

Kirk turned to look at you, his eyes big and focused on your face, tilting his head as if to act confused. "U-Uh, just thought I f...forgot to lock the door wh... uh.. when we left."

Kirk was making it so hard for you to talk. If it wasn't for the fact you usually talked slow when you were stoned, they would've been extremely concerned.

Lars shrugged, turning back to the TV.

"So wet for me, baby. Does this turn you on? Getting off on my fingers, just feet away from our friends?" Kirk's whispers were low and raspy, his mouth hanging open slightly as you arched your back against his chest, and your ass rubbing against the very prominent bulge in his pants.

"Kirk, baby, they're gonna know--" Kirk cut you off with a nip to your neck, kissing the marks softly right after. His fingers moved in and out of you slowly, before Kirk removed them completely.

Kirk lifted his hips up and unbuttoned his pants, tugging them and his boxers down as far down as he could without being noticed.

He pulled you back up to sit on him again, his pretty cock nestled perfectly between your lips.

"Feel how hard I am for you, honey? Need to be in this pretty pussy, 'kay? Gotta be quiet f'me. Can you do that?" Kirk muttered, hand reaching around you again to slowly grope at your tits from under your shirt. He pulled and tugged on your nipples, before releasing them and just running his fingers over the swollen buds.

"Kirk, I--" You were cut off by a loud shushing noise from Lars, earning a piece of popcorn being launched at him from James.

"You're literally being louder than them by doing that, you idiot."

While the bickering between James and Lars ensued, Kirk took the chance to lift you up and pull you down onto his cock, letting his head fall back. He bit the insides of his cheeks, and you let out a loud moan. All the heads in the room snapped to look at you, including Kirk's.

"No. No no no no no-- you are not--" Lars jumped up quickly, yelling loudly. James let out a loud cackle, and you just watched in horror as Lars began to yell.

You felt Kirk give a small thrust, just chuckling.

"Dude, I was going to sleep on that bed! I was two fucking feet away from You! Are you still-- Get out of her, dude, at least go somewhere else--!"

Kirk pulled the blanket from the bed, wrapping you in it after he pulled out. Not bothering to fix his pants, he picked you up bridal style, and packed you into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

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This is the first smut I've written in a literal year I am so sorry

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reincarnationoftheparty · 3 months

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Screaming crying throwing up screaming crying throwing up SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

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aplaceforyourhearttorest · 4 months

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Unwind Me ⋅☆⋅ Kirk Hammett (18+)

The brazen sounds of cheers and drunken laughter ring out and dance their way backstage in the naturally dimming light, the joyous sounds causing you to grin to yourself and shake your head in amusement as you push a speaker even further down the now packed and narrow hallway. A man with a slightly sick looking grimace etched on his face stumbles his way out of a nearby dressing room and right towards you, and you quickly jump out of the way, your right shoulder bumping into and against an array of sharp boxes behind you amid your haste. He makes it to the bathroom just in time and you sigh in relief, before hunching forward and pressing your weight back onto the heavy machinery in front of you, willing yourself to ignore the pulsating ache emanating from the soon-to-be bruised skin underneath your itchy and sweat-clad crew shirt.

You twist your wrist and momentarily close your eyes in gratitude as you feel an elastic roll itself down your clothed forearm and rest upon your kickstarting and erratic pulse point, feeling eager to tie your hair up once you finish up the task of getting the rest of the equipment together and cased out. The earlier crew did their best within their scheduled time slot, but even they couldn't finish up the job in that time. Guitars and other smaller instruments leisured haphazardly against everything from coolers and stairwells, and to the edge of the stage the boys had just recently performed on, and you force your eyes to reopen as you tiredly make your way over to the towering and newly organized rows of the Marshall and Hiwatt speakers, near to the end of the hall.

Squatting down to untangle and release the secured latch of the strap encircled around the equipment you just carted over, you slowly raise your head as you finally come to acknowledge a familiar set of shoes paused and waiting only a few feet away from you in your peripheral vision.

A frenzied and fast travelling flush makes its way up to your cheekbones and down your neck before you even attempt to make eye contact with the man standing to the side of you, and you let out a shaky exhale as wide brown eyes peer back down at you in earnest once you do.

"Kirk," you breathe, your eyes glancing over with mild interest as they take in the clenching of his fingers around his flimsy cup after you say his name in greeting. You finish up removing the safety strap and stand before you could allow yourself to put too much thought into his reaction, hurriedly pushing it to the back of your mind as you try to hide your blush in the slightly frizzy curtaining of your hair. "Enjoying the new year so far?" you try to casually ask him, hoping you don't sound as nearly affected as you feel from just by having him nearby.

The lead guitarist nods absentmindedly as his eyes rake themselves over your fatigued figure, his plush and full lips lifting up to relax in a soft smile as he leans forward to rest his drink on the nearest ledge closest to him. "Let me." He offers kindly, already moving forward and gently guiding you back with a hand on your hip before you could even verbalize a protest. Your already unstable breath stutters in your chest as the rough patches of his palm blazes heat against your dampened flesh, the added weight of his large hand making the reddened hue of your cheeks darken even more.

Kirk's thumb spreads out to caress the indented skin of the beginning of your hipbone, before leaving entirely as he goes to lift the piece of equipment on top of the set with ease. You quietly watch as he casually walks over and places the speaker on top of another, before returning over to your side to grasp onto an amp. You go to reach down to secure a zip tie around its long cord to try and be helpful, before stopping midway and letting out a strained cry as the skin around your bruising shoulder painfully constricts and stretches. Kirk's eyes widen at the sound, and a multitude of other pairs zero in to stare at you as you clench yours shut. Your uninjured shoulder jumps up as a hand encases itself around it, before relaxing as the coolness of a familiar ring grazes against the bare part of your lower neck.

"Are you alright, babe? You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" Kirk asks you quietly, the hand on you guiding you to stand behind him for a bit more privacy and a few more steps away from the tipsy bystanders. You go to shake your head and falsely reassure him that you're fine, before opening up your eyes and looking into his worried ones. You instead nod in defeat and lightly rest some of your weight on him, your left hand coming up to gesture toward your right shoulder.

"I thought some guy was going to spew on me and the cart, so I rushed to the side and jabbed myself on a few sharp boxes." Kirk lets out a soft sound of sympathy, his usually rough and quick hands delicately rubbing small circles in your tense skin and muscles to hopefully help you relax. "Will you let me take you to one of the backrooms and get you some ice? Maybe check you out a little bit better?"

"But the equipment," You start before trailing off weakly, peering up into his eyes with furrowed and pinched brows. Your resolve quickly titters off into little to nothing as he continues to dote on you and caress your skin, his intense gaze on you keeping you feeling warm. "You've already been here and on the clock for over twelve hours; the rest of your coworkers are either already at their hotel or with the other guys getting shitfaced, and we've still got another two days before we have to get everything cleared out and back on the road." Kirk tilts your chin up and holds you in place as he takes another step forward and closer to you, your chests almost pressed together and becoming one.

"How about you focus on yourself for once and let someone take care of you. Let me take care of you." His tone of voice being soft yet leaving no room for any further resistance or questioning, as his fingertip lightly taps itself on the cleft of your chin. The tips of your scuffed up shoes brush against his as you subconsciously and unknowingly lean forward in his soft grip, your eyelids feeling heavier and weighed down as his comforting scent wafts over to you through the close proximity. Kirk raises an eyebrow after a few heavy moments of you not answering him, a pleased grin painting itself on his handsome features as you quietly agree and allow him to slide his hand down your arm and gently tug you forward.

Alcohol-laden murmurs and hushed whispers advance themselves down the chilled hallway and into the open and overpopulated area, but neither one of you seem to care as the two of you slowly become well acquainted with the feeling of each other's hands as you descend away. And as Kirk flicks on a light switch and makes his way over to the mini fridge attached to the back wall of the room and silently beckons you over, the clock hits one.

⭒

You let out a faint sigh of relief as you feel Kirk press a towel filled with crushed up ice against the slightly swollen and puffy skin of your shoulder, the strap of your bra sliding down as you lean back into the cold compress and his stable hold. The musician sitting almost flushed against your back, watches with rapt attention as the white lace dances itself down your goosebump ridden extremity and stops to rest in the curved divot of your inner elbow.

"Thank you for taking care of me and making sure I was alright. I probably would have just ended up trying to ignore the pain and getting as much as I could get done within the last two hours of my shift." You allow a small smile to grace your face as you hear him grunt out a sound of displeasure at your words, a shiver running through your upper half as a droplet of the melting ice runs its way down the side of your back. An audible gasp tears through you as you feel the sensation of Kirk's calloused fingertip swipe it away, before continuously making its way down to the base of your spine.

"You're still so tense," Kirk murmurs, his free hand pressing its thumb and index fingers into the dimples adorning the skin of your bottom back. He pauses and halts his movements as a saddened thought invades its way into his mind. "You aren't uncomfortable with me, are you?"

You immediately shake your head no, an unsettling twinge basing itself in your gut as your nonverbal attempt of reassurance doesn't get a response or reaction back from him. As carefully as you can without creating any more physical discomfort for yourself, you twist around to face him. Kirk's hands raise to stop you from moving once he sets the towel off to the side, but you gently brush his hands down to rest in his lap.

"You don't make me uncomfortable," You try to comfort him, the small smile on your face sliding off as you take in the wary and cautious look on his. You anxiously bring your hands together on your leg and wring them together, before muttering out your next words. "You make me nervous." Kirk's facial expression softens as he watches you avert your eyes and look elsewhere, unable to stop himself from reaching out to set his hands on top of yours.

"Talk to me, baby. I can't help you out if you won't let me know what's going on or bothering you." You nod uneasily, untensing your hands so he can entangle his fingers in yours and place them on the small space in between you.

"You don't make me uncomfortable, Kirk. You make me nervous. Every time you reach out to me and ask if I need help, I get all nervous as hell and make a damn fool out of myself. I don't think I've dropped so many amp boxes in my entire life, compared to the handful I have here with you guy in this past year," You playfully try to tug your hands away from his, the flush reappearing on your cheeks as his kisses the back of one of yours in a silent apology. "You haven't done anything wrong. The complete opposite, actually."

Your eyes snap back to his as he entirely lets go of your hands and carefully rearranges your legs to wrap them around him, your jean clad calves now pressed firmly against the back of his middle and the leg of the cushioned furniture, as he tugs you toward him. You rest your hands on his chest and lightly clutch onto the worn-out fabric as his hands find purchase on your waist.

"And what if I felt the same way about you?" He asks, his eyes filling with mirth as he watches yours widen in surprise, his glancing down to your now gaping lips as you part them in shock. "What if I told you that I've broken more guitar string that I should have been allowed to get away with, because I was too busy looking at you? Watching you run around and help everybody, exhausting yourself every single day on this tour and wanting to reach out and help you unwind? What if I told you that I set up this entire New Years after party, so that I could finally find enough courage to come over and tell you about how I felt myself?"

You let out a disbelieving huff of laughter, the shaking of your head causing your hair to cling to the sides of your face. "There's no way."

"Oh yeah, because the boys would never be alright with me inviting the roadies, or anyone else they happen to find attractive enough along to hang back with them and drink some alcohol after a concert." You stop laughing at that, your hands unclenching the fabric of his shirt and instead reaching up to rest against his shoulders, as he looks down at you with conviction.

"I've been gone for you for the past few months, and the only reason why I haven't had enough guts to say anything sooner is because you're so kind with everyone, and I wasn't able to tell if it was any different with me." His slightly shaking hands come up to grasp onto your chin once again, this time tugging you forward to rest your forehead against his.

"You are the most beautiful, hardworking, kind and patient woman I've ever met, and you knock me straight on my ass with just a single look, every single time and with no effort." You blink back tears and send him a tremor of a nervous smile, your heart beating insurmountably fast in your chest.

"And you are the most handsome, hardworking, down to earth, kickass lead guitarist I have ever had the honor of working with." Kirk lets out a shuttered bout of laughter as you lightly brush your lips against his, his grip on your chin losing strength and wavering as you whisper against him.

"Unwind me, then."

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A giggle filters itself out from in between your kiss swollen lips as your legs are raised and placed onto Kirk's lap, you semi helpfully lifting your lower half from underneath you as he tugs down on the seemingly skintight fabric.

"Why in the absolute fucking world are your pants so tight for?" He huffs out, faux annoyance painted on his features before his expression smooths out and turns into an affectionate smile, the sound of your joy causing his heart to feel like it's beating out of his chest. The man in front of you lets out a cheer once he's able to tug them down and off from around your ankles, and your laughter settles into a gasp as his lips begin to trail up your bare legs.

Stubble roughly etches its own temporary indentation into your skin as he sucks and bites marks into your trembling limbs, and you can feel his grin widen against you the closer he gets to your clothed and wet sex. Heat pillows in your groin and a whine builds up in your throat as he stops to create another hickey on your inner thigh, this time only a few inches away from where you truly wanted him to be, his hands holding your stomach down in place as you squirm impatiently.

"Please, I need you." Kirk's eyes close in euphoria at the unsteady tone in your voice, his head raising and mouth removing itself from your purpling skin to dart up towards your pussy, his tongue peeking out to tease you through the cotton. Groaning as your slick pearls out through the fabric and envelops his tastebuds, Kirk lolls his appendage out to run it along your clothed folds, his spit darkening the fabric and causing it to cling to your swollen and pulsating folds.

"Fuck, if I could take a picture of you, I would." He whispers out, his eyes transfixed on the way you push against his hold in desperation, before he mercifully pulls your underwear down and immediately laps at your soaked clit. The cry that you weep lashes itself around the room and bleeds its way underneath the paper-thin door, and you buck against his dripping mouth as one of his hands reach down to bundle up the undergarment and shove it into his back pocket for safe keeping.

Kirk twists his tongue inside of your folds in a figure 8, causing your eyes to roll back in your head and your ankles to cross themselves behind his head, the action silently pleading for him not to pull back or tease. You let out a damn near scream once a single digit is thrusted its way inside of you and easily finds your spongelike spot, your eyes stinging from the dual sensation, it almost feeling like overstimulation even though you haven't orgasmed yet.

Your hand releases itself from around the pillow he carefully placed behind you to protect your injured shoulder, it easily finding purchase in his curly and wild locks as his tongue enters your entrance alongside his finger, his nose nudging against your clit and giving you the perfect amount of friction. Kirk harshly moans out against you as you tangle your fingers in his mane and yank, a second finger sliding inside of you and roughly nudging against your g-spot with relentless revenge. The combination of his tongue and two fingers inside of you and his moans reverberating over your sensitive sex brings you to your first climax, your legs clamping their way around his head and forcing him to stay in place as his mouth and hand continue to pleasure you without stopping.

You sob out his name and writhe in place as he continues to go down on you, only slowing down and licking you clean once he looks up to see large tear stains matting themselves on your cheeks.

"Want you." You brokenly whisper, your legs slowly unwinding from around him and allowing him to lean back. A fresh wave of slick pulses out of you as you take in his drunken expression, your cum covering his chin and jaw and nearly dripping down his neck. You carefully sit up before tugging his shirt over his head and bringing him up to your level, your tongue darting out to taste yourself on his sweat covered skin. Kirk pants out against you before lightly wrapping a hand around your throat to tug you into an opened mouth and messy kiss. You moan into him as the taste of your musk finds its way to you as he licks and teases you, and he grunts as your hand slides down to his covered bulge, your fingers pulsing around his generous length in a teasing manner.

"Baby, please don't." He pleads, squeezing his eyes shut as his balls tighten and raise, heat rushing to his groin and causing his dick to jerk in your grip. You lick your lips in hunger as you feel him pulsate against you, before slightly raising your hand and beginning to unbutton his jeans.

"You don't have to." He tries to assure you, although his hips buck upward to help you yank his jeans and briefs down all at once. "Want to feel you inside of me." You murmur out against his lips, drinking in his whimpers as you reach down to gather some of your wetness to use it as a lubricant to slide your hand down his red and angry shaft.

"Yeah? You can have whatever you'd like, baby. Use me." He moans as you gently push him back to lie down on the couch beneath the two of you, his hands coming up to steady you as you shuffle on top of him and get into a comfortable squatting position.

You gasp loudly as you feel the tip of his dick nudge and twitch against your still oversensitive clit as you ready yourself, and you both let out resounding and punched out sighs of relief as you slowly lower yourself onto his accommodating and girthy length.

"Happy New Years, baby." Kirk shakily jokes from beneath you, before gripping onto your hips to guide you up and down his weeping cock, your soaked and clenching walls welcoming him in every single time.

Happy New Years, indeed.

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mustainegf · 15 days

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Soooo I had an idea about a kirk late 80s smut ...

Where he and the reader go to the cinema and watch a lame horror movie and kirk gets bored so he fingers the reader and when the movie finishes they fuck in the backseat of his car .

How are you guys so good at coming up with this stuff..? This is literally amazing, I hope I did it justice!

The movie flickered our bored faces. Kirk was so excited to see this new movie. It turned out to be another horror wanna-be. Briefly-it sucked.

I could tell Kirk was bummed, he wouldn't stop sighing. He did that pretty often whenever his mood soured.

Suddenly, there was a warmth on my thigh. I glanced down to see Kirk's hand gently squeezing, his thumb rubbing against the fabric of my pants.

The touch made me shiver with heat. I knew he wanted to get handsy. He always did. But even he knew he was pushing it.

I decided to let him do whatever, I knew he would keep it PG. At least I hoped.

I did my best to focus on the movie, but his hand was inching further up, snaking around to my inner thigh.

I gazed over at Kirk, he looked completely calm, watching the movie with a smirk on his pretty lips.

"Kirk." I whispered, afraid we may get caught.

Kirk complied, removing his hand. But just as I turned my gaze back to the screen, his slender hand slipped into my leggings.

"Jesus," I murmured, trying to keep my voice low.

My eyes darted around looking for anyone who may notice what we were doing. We weren't alone in the theater, although most of the seats were empty.

"Stay quiet for me, yeah?" Kirk instructed under his breath. He ghosted his fingers over my panties, applying the softest bit of pressure he could.

He didn't even have to tell me to keep my eyes on the movie. I knew the drill. "Spread your legs." His voice was low and thick. My core tensed at his words. I did what he said, slightly nudging my thighs apart.

He pulled my panties aside, the cool air hitting my teased heat.

His fingertip slid across my clit, causing me to gasp. "Shhhh," he whispered, his finger tracing my center again. He pushed two fingers inside me, eliciting a whimper from me.

He moved them in and out slowly, rubbing his thumb against my swollen bundle of nerves. A few minutes passed like this, him fucking me with his fingers while the movie played.

"K-kirk..." I breathed, quickly checking to see if anybody could see what he was doing.

He was far too good with his fingers, I had to fight not to moan out loud. His fingers were perfect, continuously curling at the exact right moment.

"Good job..." he watched my face tense and try to stay calm and keep my composure.

I could hardly take it, he knew exactly how to hit every spot.

"Kirk, stop," I turned to him, my breath labored.

Kirk pulled his fingers out of me, resting his hand as he looked at me. "What's wrong baby?" He asked softly.

"Can we go to the car?" I asked hastily.

He nodded, quickly pulling his hand from under my leggings, gathering up all of his things before standing up. Just as I stood up, kirk leaned to whisper in my ear. "I'm gonna ruin you," he snickered darkly, sucking off his fingers that were once inside me.

Kirk shut the door to the backseat of his car, my legs wrapping around him with need.

Kirk started kissing me, starting on my neck then moving to my mouth. His tongue entered my mouth, the taste of his saliva mixed with mine. Our tongues tangled together, exploring each other.

I reached between us, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down his legs. I took his hard cock in my hand, stroking it up and down. I couldn't help but look at him. "Mh-" he groaned loudly at the sudden feeling, his head falling back.

He pulled my top up and off, kissing me hungrily as he trailed his way down my body, licking and kissing every inch of skin he could.

Kirk slid my panties to the side, replacing my hand on his cock with his own. I whined, wrapping my arms around his neck and melting into him.

"Lie back, Angel," he whispered huskily. My chest pressed to his as I sat on him, my head falling in the crook of his neck.

"Please put it in kirk," I whispered, my vision blurred by his curly hair.

"Hold still, pretty," he groaned, gripping my hip and pushing me down onto his erection. "Fuck!" I cried, stretching to accommodate his size.

He thrust forward, filling me completely. His lips brushed against my neck, his breathing heavy. Kirk held me there for a second, letting me adjust.

"You're so fucking tight for me," he groaned. He smiled down at me, flashing his adorable crooked teeth. He was such a cutie.

Sometimes it was hard to believe how he could get during sex based on his outside appearance.

Kirk began to wriggle his hips, filling me over and over.

“Mmh.. oh Kirk.." I whined, softly tugging his hair.

I imagined when he fingered me in the theater, how easily we could ve been caught, how good it felt to take that risk.

The car was bouncing slightly as Kirk bucked his hips upward, the windows beginning to fog.

"That's it," he murmured. I had to admit, this was far better than the shitty vampire movie we had once been watching.

"Talk to me, baby. I wanna hear that pretty voice." Kirk heaved.

I turned my head to the side, catching sight of our reflection in the window. Kirk looked so damn good. So handsome.

"Don't make me say it again," Kirk continued, his voice desperate and lustful.

"It's so-oh, so good!" I threw my head back with a groan. "I'm yours.." I huffed softly.

His thrusts quickened, I wouldn't be surprised if he'd bruised my insides. Kirk's mouth found its way to my breasts, sucking blooming purple marks.

He didn't stop, marking my chest with nips and love marks, kissing each hickey.

Whimpers spilled from his pinkish lips, I knew he was close.

It wasn't much longer until I came, both of us about to lose control. "Fuck, come on... come on..." he grunted, nearly blacking out with need.

"Yes! Yes!" he yelled as he released himself inside of me. His cum filled me, shooting deep inside my core. I clenched around him, squeezing him tighter. "So perfect," he sighed as he slowly withdrew from me.

I tried not to let my body give in, knowing I needed to pull myself together. Kirk looked down at me, his eyes passionate. He ran his knuckles along my jaw, caressing my cheeks gently. "God, you are so perfect..."

he said tenderly. I relaxed in his arms, cuddling to his warm chest. A small part of me wanted to just stay there forever, never going home.

Kirk chuckled softly, pushing a few stray curls out of his face. "Look what you've done to me," I giggled, peering down at my reddened and bruised chest and breasts.

Kirk laughed, running his fingers over his love bites. "They suit you," he raised his brows, flashing that dorky smile that I loved so much.

"And they'll be gone in a few days," he continued.

"Then I'll give you more," he giggled, giving me a quick peck.

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skinbeneaththeskull · 8 months

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THIS IS A POST FOR THE HALLOWEEN THING I WAS TALKING ABOUT giving it to ya'll early cus i can't wait until october to actually post it

TW FOR KNIVES N BLOOD 🏃‍♀️

imagine going to a costume party in the 80's, dressing up as a slutty, revealing outfit just so you could get everyone's attention. you went with some of your girlfriends who basically begged you to go, and tried convincing you to go because hot guys were going to be there, so of course you agreed.

when you finally showed up, everyone was wearing something and practically already drunk and high on whatever they were smoking. you all split up, trying to mingle with people. everyone you met were boring, so you decided it was time for a drink. you went over to the kitchen, grabbing a beer, while another hand grabbed one as well, you staring at the figure. you smiled at them, someone dressed up at ghost face. it was probably the most "accurate" halloween costume you've seen all night.

"you chose to dress up scary, huh?"

you chuckled, popping open your beer before actually deciding to talk to the other, "yeah, i guess so. thought it made sense," the voice coming from behind the mask sounded higher pitched and nervous, kinda like a pre-teen. it three you off guard a little bit, but there's not way he could be that young to be at a college party.

"what's your name?"

"er- Kirk,"

he was hesitant, but you just shrugged it off, "why do you sound so nervous? did something happen?" you asked, getting closer to him, bodies accidentally rubbing up against eachother. he paused for a long moment before answering, "oh uh- no, no. you just look really nice.... that's all." he said a little sarcastically, you crossing your arms, looking up at him.

"sooooo.. are you saying i don't actually look good, Kirk?"

"wh- no!! i really do like it- looks hot, that's all,"

you couldn't hide the rosiness from your cheeks, Kirk getting closer, extending an arm around your waist and pulled you even closer, walking with you like a guard dog.

"can we get a room?"

you laughed at how straight to the point he was, but you agreed, him taking you to an empty room, locking the door. he hesitated to take his mask off, but he did, showing how much of a literal angel he was underneath.

"sorry, should i put it back on?"

he immediately pulled it on by the jaw dropped look you were giving him, the rest of him shirtless with only boxers on. you stripped as well, only staying in your bra and panties.

he got on the bed, you immediately straddling him, grinding against his knee, his hands slithering up your body to land on your hips, squeezing at the flesh that spilled out of his fingers.

he pulled himself out of his boxers, slapping the tip against your thigh, "can i put it in?" he asked before you hummed in approval. he didn't waste any time before burying the tip inside your seeping cunt, him throwing his head back as he let out a relieved, loud groan.

"mmh.. so wet. fuck yourself on my dick, baby.."

while you were doing that, he pulled out a pocket knife, immediately getting startled because you thought he was going to murder you, but he was softly teasing your skin with it. soon enough starting to lightly press down, carving "kh" into the flesh of your thigh. when he did, you were whimpering and whining at the blade. he ripped the mask of, him already looking fucked out.

you two were going pretty slow and he couldn't take it anymore, ripping you off of him and putting you onto your back, forcing your legs open before going down on you without any warning. you were squirming and moaning at the touch, gripping at his curly hair, pushing him down and thrusting your hips up.

he chuckled at your desperation, him closing his eyes before sucking harshly around your clit, earning a few high pitched gasps and name moans from you. the slurping sounds were getting louder and messier before you came in his mouth.

your legs were shaking and involuntarily closed when he pulled away, him wiping his mouth. he bent down to lick over the blood on your thigh before he kissed you.

"so good, felt so good.."

he said softly before laying next to you. you felt bad for not making him cum, so you decided to blow him too, just to return the favor. the fast pace made him whine, pushing your head down softly before immediately shooting his load down your mouth. you choked a little but then brought your head back up to rest your head on his chest.

you had a fun time, and maybe you should listen to your friends more often. you two both passed out soon after that, Kirk holding you close and bringing a blanket to cover the both of you.

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haywire-hetfield · 4 months

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Metallica members getting you high for the first time (gn!reader, can be read as platonic or romantic)

Cliff

Cliff is probably the most casual out of all of them. He doesn't make it a big deal or anything. He's gotten other people high for the first time before, so it's not new to him.

You two are just hanging out the first time you try it. He's smoking on the couch and you mention you've never smoked before.

Of course, he asks if you'd like to. He lets you finish the rest of his joint, telling you that you don't need more than that the first time.

He only mildly laughs at you when you end up in a coughing fit, assuring you everyone does that their first time.

He's the most equipped, making sure you have plenty of drinks and snacks.

You two spend the rest of the night just talking on the couch, some soft music playing in the background.

Kirk

Kirk would be the most supportive during. He makes sure you actually want to try it and aren't just doing it because you feel like you need to.

He'd have a space specifically for getting high and take you there. It's decked out with comfy pillows, blankets, etc.

He stays stocked with snacks and drinks as well as relaxing records he likes to put on while he's high.

He also has the most options for what you can try. He suggests trying a thc gummy or a thc pen first.

He intentionally gets less high than he normally would, wanting to make sure he's alert if you need anything.

Probably has some fun facts about weed (and definitely has weed jokes.)

Stays with you the entire time until you finally go asleep, making sure you have everything you need and making sure you're still okay.

Dave

He's actually the one who suggests you try getting high. He's drunk when he pitches the idea, but when you bring it up again the next day, he's still down.

He doesn't smoke often because he doesn't like the way it makes him feel, preferring to get drunk instead.

He has tried edibles a few times, but he tends to stay away from them. They make him feel weird and besides, he likes how smoking makes his voice sound anyway.

He used to have a pipe, but he decided it was too much of a risk. Anything that could be broken ended up getting smashed at some point, so he sticks to blunts.

He'd have a wide variety of flavored blunt wraps, despite not smoking very often. He even lets you pick whichever one you want to try.

He isn't the outwardly supportive like the others are, not really reassuring or checking in, but he hangs out with you the entire time and he's a comforting presence.

James

He'd be the most nervous about getting you high for the first time. He stresses about what's going to happen if you freak out or get sick or something.

Eventually, he agrees to do it. (Mainly because he doesn't trust all of the others with getting you high for the first time, mostly Lars.)

He prefers edibles over smoking because he thinks it fucks up his voice too much and it dries his throat out.

He's got a collection of various snacks for you two to try and he starts you out with a comically small amount.

He's a bit reluctant to keep giving you more, but he gets more relaxed as time goes on and he realizes nothing bad is happening.

Once you two are both high, it's a lot easier. He's completely relaxed and you're both laughing together.

You two spend the entire night watching movies on the couch and talking, although you're not sure how coherent you actually are during.

James is more willing to get high with you again after the first time, finding he actually had a really good time with you.

Jason

Easily the most excited about the idea of getting you high. He's never been with someone the first time they've gotten high before, so it's interesting to him.

He watches you the entire time you're smoking, trying to give you pointers, but he's not the greatest at explaining it.

He is the most likely to either have a broken bong (the bowl gets stuck now, so he has to pull it for you) or a DIY bong made out of something not intended to be smoked out of.

Asks you a ton of questions during, mostly about how you feel. It's been a while since he got high for the first time, so he's curious.

Definitely the cuddliest member when high, wanting to stay snuggled up to you the entire time.

He tells you horror stories about times he's been high or how others have been because he thinks it'll be funny. (It is not.)

Lars

He's definitely the one who actually encourages you to try it the most. He thinks it'll be fun to watch you at the very least.

He goes for joints for your first time and he ends up having to get it from one of the others. (He's not great at rolling joints.)

He spends most of the night focused on getting you high instead of smoking himself.

Thinks it's funny to mess with you while you're high, specifically putting on whatever movie or TV show he thinks will fuck with you the most.

He's especially giggly and you can't tell if it's because he's high or because you are.

He would definitely brag about being the person who got you high for the first time.

Ron

He's the one least excited to teach someone how to get high. He already has to put up with the rest of the band when they're high, he gets tired.

But when you promise you won't be an asshole, he gives in.

He's the only one who actually knows how to roll joints, but he ends up teaching you how to use a bong.

He's a pretty good teacher, despite being a reluctant one. He isn't as interested in watching you get high, but he enjoys your company nonetheless.

He prefers being outside when he gets high, so you two sit in his car with all the windows down and the radio on.

If it's at night, he absolutely points out different stars and constellations for you.

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